Bound By Blackmail Ch. 20

Back downstairs, I didn't find them in the living room or the kitchen. I glanced down the hall towards the back door and saw that it was shut. I hadn't passed them anywhere upstairs on my way down. There weren't many other places they could be. Then I spotted the basement door was opened. They were down in my area. I should have known from the cool air wafting into the room.

"Dafni, I hear your heels clacking away up there. Come down here," Christy yelled. As I approached the steps, I heard both of them below giggling. There was no telling what embarrassing item they'd come across.

The stairs creaked as I descended down to the girls. I heard them off to the left. They stood by the pegboard that held the dildos and other toys that were forced upon me. Both of them pointed and snickered at a large black one that was nothing but a big over-exaggeration.

"Hey, Dafni," Christy said, looking at me but nodding her head towards the board. "Which one's your favorite?" Both of them giggled under their breath.

"I...I, uh..," I stumbled. None of them I liked! Yet, I felt like I couldn't just come out and say that. So, I tried the next best answer I could think of. "I don't really have a favorite."

Both girls laughed. "Oh, surely you've got a dildo that you love to pleasure yourself with," Katie mocked.

"She probably keeps it close to her for when the mood strikes," Christy said. That caused both girls to look back at my bedroom door. "I'll bet it's in there," she pointed.

The girls wasted no time heading back towards my slave quarters. Katie, as she strode by, let her fingers glide along the top of my cage. They caused a low, metallic hum to ring out. Christy, similarly, clacked her nails on my desk on her way back. Those were two items I hoped these two girls wouldn't have me use during their time in my house.

"Very quaint, Dafni," Christy said as they stepped into my sissy room. "The color really says 'you'," she joked. As both girls looked about the cramped area, It didn't take her long to find the two photos on the wall of the bloody and bruised ex-employees. "What is this crazy shit for?"

"Incentive," I told her. Not questioning my one word answer, she next found the life-sized picture of Brady with the dildo mount over his crotch.

"And what is this creepy-looking guy on your wall for?" At least she got an accurate vibe from it.

"Well...uh..," I stumbled.

"Look at his crotch, Christy," Katie said behind her. She pointed down where the dildo mount was attached to the wall.

"I don't want to look at this skeezy guy's crotch," Christy said in disgust.

"I'm talking about the mount, genius," Katie joked. "I would bet that this thing has something to do with it." Christy turned around to find Katie pointing to none other than my trainer cock on my night table. "Looks like some futuristic, fake dick, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it does," Christy agreed. "Now, tell the truth, Dafni; this one's your favorite, isn't it?" She looked at me but nodded down towards the trainer cock.

"Well...uh..," I stuttered again, not really knowing what to say.

"Girl, we know it is," Katie answered for me. She also added, "And we know what it does." She stepped over to my mini-fridge and propped herself against it. "Care to give us a little demonstration?"

Brady, I'm sure, had to have made them privy to the trainer cock. Katie leaned against the fridge, seeming to know exactly what it held. Christy stepped back and around me so I'd have a clear path to my night table. It also now put her between me and the door.

After I stepped over and retrieved the trainer cock from the table, Katie was nice enough to open the refrigerator door for me. I leaned in and pulled one of the vile cum cartridges out. Both of them asked to see it, which I held out in my palm, before inserting it into the rear compartment. After powering it up and setting it to thaw, I hooked it to the mount over fake Brady's crotch. That got them to laughing hysterically.

"Oh my gosh!" Christy exclaimed. "That looks like a sluts dream." She looked across the room to her friend. "Maybe we should get Beth one. You know how much of a whore she is," she laughed.

"Yeah, she'd probably love it." Katie pulled her phone out and looked to be aiming it at me for either photos or video. "Let's show her what's she's been missing."

Katie's idea prompted Christy to also pull her phone out. Katie stayed on the far side of the room while Christy stood in the doorway. That would give her a prime view of me deep-throating.

The little light on top turned green; signaling that I could start. Looking a Christy, she nodded downwards towards the floor. I embarrassingly dropped down to my knees with the trainer cock right in front of me. I felt so small and degraded kneeling there. Granted, I'd done so about a million times thus far under Brady's control, but I'd never had an audience like the one before me.

"Come on, girl. Show us how to suck a dick. We've been told you're quite the pro," Christy said.

I entered a code for an easy level and then hit the start button. The dildo hung half limp, waiting on my mouth to stimulate it. From the corner of my eye, I could see Christy with her camera pointed right at me. Brady already had enough humiliating and embarrassing evidence over me and now these girls would too. I tried to put them out of my mind and put my focus on what I never wanted it to be on. My mouth opened wide and I once again took the trainer cock into my mouth.

I worked it like I'd done in the months of being Dafni. That being said, I had to focus harder since I had uncontrollable laughter erupting from both sides of me. It was probably the most embarrassment I'd felt since all of this had started. The cock stiffened as I worked to stimulate it. Christy was astonished by this and was actually able to subside her side-splitting laughter.

"Holy shit, Katie. Do you see how this thing works?"

Katie moved right up to me. Her phone hovered over my head as she attempted to catch my stiffening dildo in action. Their proximity to me and the intimidation of the cameras caused me to lose focus a few time and my teeth nicked the shaft. Each one would cause it to soften up. Christy caught sight of this and took it upon herself to be my own slut cheer squad.

"Come on, Sissy. Don't give up on it. Make that fucking thing cum!"

Trying to get my focus back, I widened my mouth and opened my throat more. As the cock grew, it flirted with my gag reflex. However, on the level it was set on, I could shamefully counteract that. My tongue slid along the veiny shaft to get it to full erection. For just a moment, the girls stood and watched in wonder. It was beyond me whether they were mesmerized by the complexity of the trainer cock or my ability at sucking it.

Their quiet amazement didn't last too long as they both burst out laughing as I began massaging the faux sac with the purple pubes. At that point, I didn't care. I was trying to get the damned thing to the end result. It wasn't but just a few moments later that it began pulsating before the thick, warm load was shot into my mouth. I think the girls heard it cum, but they didn't actually think I'd still be holding onto it. To clear that up, as trained, I pulled off the dildo and opened my mouth first for Christy and the Katie.

"Shit, she actually does have cum in her mouth!" Katie explained.

"Damn, girl," Christy said. "The few times I've given head, I've made the guy shoot it elsewhere. No way am I slutty enough to take a guys load like that."

"You think she's gonna swallow it?" Katie asked. Perhaps, I thought, this could be the once instance where I could actually spit instead of swallow.

"I'm sure she will. Her ad said she loves a belly full of cum."

Of course I wouldn't be able to!

The girls watched in dismay as I closed my mouth and let the wad slide down my throat. Their bewilderment continued as I opened up for them to see the cum had, in fact, disappeared.

'Tada, you fucking bitches,' I thought.

"She really is a cum-hungry slut," Katie said, nodding down towards me.

"Looks like it." Christy got a gleeful smile across her face. "Won't she be in for a surprise then."

I was kept in suspense about what that could possibly mean as I was ordered up and back upstairs. The girls followed me with Christy directly behind me. Not that she really needed to, but I felt her slightly lift up my skirt to expose my bottom as we ascended the basement stairs.

"Just checking to make sure you didn't decide to wear any of my panties," she joked. I'm sure she already knew, considering she had Brady's cameras to keep an eye on me. It was just another excuse to embarrass me.

"What are we going to do about food?" Katie asked her friend. "I'm starving."

That bitch didn't know the half of it!

"Well, on the one hand, it is quite nice to have a maid to do all the cooking and cleaning," Christy said. "However, we'd have to be the ones to go out to the store. She isn't allowed off the property."

It was a relief that Brady had made me homebound. The last thing I wanted was to go down to the supermarket dressed as I was. I'd obviously get loads of attention from everyone and if anyone caught sight of my exposed genitals beneath my tiny skirt, I'd probably be taking a ride in handcuffs; and not the ones I was used to.

"Hey, Christy, I've got an idea," Katie said. She pulled her friend away and whispered something into her ear. The longer she talked, the more of a smile emerged on Christy's face.

"Sounds good to me. Can you make the order?" Katie didn't respond. She simply held her phone up to show she was already on it. Christy took a minute to straighten out my dress and fix my hair. I guess it had gotten a little out of sorts while sucking off my trainer cock.

Katie went to typing away on her phone. It was only a couple of minutes before she said she was done. She showed the phone to Christy who shook her head in agreement. Then Christy walked back over to me.

"We figured this would be a good pizza night and Katie has just made a delivery order," Christy said. I was already getting a bad feeling. "When it gets here, seeing as how you take care of everything around here, we'll need you to go to the door to get it."

"Mistress Christy, please don't make me answer the door like this," I said. My maids uniform was on a different level of humiliating than the other slutty clothes men usually saw me in. Not only that, but the pizza guy wasn't coming here to be a deviant. "May I please put something on to cover up?"

Christy gave a laugh, "And hide your cute uniform? Not for one second! Any guy seeing you will appreciate what you're showing off."

"You know, since we're having delivery tonight, I think a good breakfast in the morning would be in order," Katie started. "I think I'm going to make a small grocery list up and send it to...you know."

"I like that idea," Christy said. It puzzled me, but I didn't have time to ponder its meaning. "It'll also be a little bit before the pizza shows up. You still have those keys, Katie?" Christy asked. Her friend dug in her tight pockets and produced the keyring. "While we wait, why don't we see what we've got in the toy chest."

"Good idea! Where is it?"

The dreaded chest! All I knew was that it contained items that would be no good for me. Christy told me to lead the way, apparently missing it on their way inside. I hesitantly took them down the hall to the back room where Alyssa and I had put it. If I lied, they'd likely spot it at some point or contact Brady and ask where it was supposed to be. He wouldn't be too happy that I'd tried to conceal it.

One of the keys on the keyring was for the padlock. Katie leaned down and popped it open. The lid creaked like an old antique as both girls took a corner and lifted it. I tried to inch my way closer to get a view of what all was inside. Christy quickly shooed me away.

"We've got it from here. Go back to the kitchen and wipe some shit down or something while we browse," she said, pointing back down the hall. I gave a little curtsy and turned on my heel.

I felt like one of those bartenders that would arbitrarily wipe down the bar when really they'd be focused on something else. Leaning over the kitchen table, I wiped it down with a damp cloth while I struggled to hear what was going on in the back room. I could hear the girls talking but couldn't make out what exactly was being said. At times I would catch a word here and there that was usually followed up with hysterical laughter. Then they got a bit louder at something that intrigued them.

"Oh, this looks like fun," I heard Katie say clearly.

"I bet that'll get her motor running when the delivery guy gets here," Christy agreed.

Hearing them heading back my way, I began to wipe feverishly; as if I hadn't been listening to them at all. Whether they bought it seemed irrelevant to them. They were too focused on the box that Katie carried with her.

"Oh Sissy! We've got a surprise for you," Christy said in a sing-song tone. I begrudgingly stepped over to them to see what contraption they'd found in the sissy-slave treasure chest.

What they held was still in the box. The outside advertisement along the side said it all. It was a vibrating anal plug with an emphasis on prostate stimulation. Not only that, but it was also remotely controlled.

"Let's open it up and take a look," Katie said. She pulled the plug out and held it up for all to see. It was pink of all colors. I supposed it had to have some sort of femininity since it was actually made for a man. It made me bitterly think I should ask Brady what he's doing with toys like that when I'm clearly a girl.

The plug was about six Inches long with a slight curve just over midway down it. Though I wasn't exactly up on the male anatomy, I imagined that it was designed that way to contact the prostate. The back end had a slight bulge that most my other plugs had to keep it in place once inserted.

The girls installed the supplied battery pack and used the remote to test it. Christy held it while Katie paused the buttons to go though it's various functions. I could hear the tiny motor inside it spinning away. They both laughed at its functionality and the prospect of such a device being shoved up in me.

"You're going to have fun with this," Christy said. She walked it over and held the plug out to me. "Go ahead and take it."

I reached out and plucked it from her opened palm. Katie still had it going and I could feel the tiny vibrations, ever dreading having them happening inside me.

"Come on, Sissy. Turn around and get those panties down. I'll hold your skirt up while you shove it up your hole."

Christy coerced me over to the kitchen island where I was bent over against it. True to her word, she held my skirt up and even pulled my panties down for me. I felt so exposed and embarrassed. Katie was nice enough to cut the thing off so that I could put it in.

"Don't forget to lube it up," Christy said with a muffled laugh. I gave her a look and she just shrugged her shoulders. "I said it for your comfort."

After humiliatingly lubing the thing up the only way I could in that moment, which happened to be in my mouth, my right hand brought the plug around my right side while my left hand went down to grab my cheek. Amid their snickering, I pulled my cheek aside while the other held the plug and blindly guided it towards my hole. Shamefully enough, there wasn't much resistance; either from my personal lube or from just being a whore. It slid into me with the bulge slipping in last to hold it in place. When I moved my hand, Christy promptly pulled my panties back up and batted my skirt down.

The underwear I was wearing was designed to tuck neatly between my cheeks. With the plug slightly protruding out, my panties sat awkwardly; though not as awkward as having an anal plug filling me up. As I stood erect, the plug was definitely noticeable. I turned carefully to see the girls smiling back at me. Katie held the remote up with her thumb hovering over a button, ready to press it.

"Mistre..," was about as far as I got. When she pressed the button, there was no electrical shock or any real pain associated with it. However, it did vibrate at a residency against my prostate that started to make me go weak in the knees. My balls that hadn't been emptied in going on months tingled at the sensation. They didn't stop there. The girls wanted to try out the other functions.

"Turn the heat on," Christy said, pointing to a button on the remote. Katie pressed it and a few seconds later I could feel a warming sensation. That wasn't all! Along with the multitude of vibration speeds was a slight electrical stimulant. No where near as strong as my chastity, but still quite noticeable. All of these combined and I was desperate for my own climax.

"Look, I think she's getting wet," Christy said, pointing to me.

"Is that the G-spot, baby?" Katie asked hysterically.

"Yep, I'd say we found her G-spot," Christy said when I didn't respond.

Katie shut my plug off and I worked to catch my breath and gather my composure. She tucked the remote in her back pocket to where she'd have easy access to it.

"At least we'll know she'll turn into a horny, little slut when the pizza guy shows up," Christy laughed.

The girls retreated into the living room and had me continue my cleaning while we waited for their pizza to arrive. It was quite awkward with the plug stuck in my ass even when it was dormant. To fuck with me, the plug would be randomly turned on for a few seconds. The sensation would cause my knees to want to buckle beneath me.

"You okay in there, Daf?" Katie asked in a faux caring tone when I toppled into the kitchen table. She knew what caused my stumble and was just being a smartass about it.

The sensation of it was quite frustrating. I hated it and yet, oddly enough, also enjoyed the feeling. Having the thing crammed up my ass wasn't necessarily pleasant, but how it worked my prostate helped to make up for it.

Those opposing feelings came to an abrupt halt when a knock came at the back door. It caused a ping of fear to shoot through me. Christy was the one who jumped up right quick and headed back for the door. I breathed a sigh of relief; thinking that her hunger outweighed my humiliation and she was just going to answer it. Instead, all she did was peek out the window at who was on the stoop.

"It's the delivery guy, and he looks cute," she said in a hushed tone as she quickly and quietly made her way back. "You're up, sweetie," she said as she stepped up behind me. Her hand gently cupped my ass cheek as she put her mouth close to my ear. "We didn't have enough money to put a tip with our payment. Why don't you be a good girl and see if there isn't something you could offer him to show our thanks."

My stomach did a flip. This girl was as sadistic as Brady. We weren't in the shady motel with all sorts of degenerates around. This guy was on the job and I was supposed to offer him some sexual favor in lieu of his service. It sounded like something out of a raunchy porno.

Four more hardy knocks erupted from the back door. He wasn't going to wait there forever and my two mistresses were not going to wait either.

"Get going, girl," Christy said. Her hand left my ass only to come back down on it with a firm pop. "Katie will make sure you're in the mood when you talk to him." I looked back to see Katie with my plug's remote in hand.

I trudged away from them; looking utterly foolish in my skimpy, pink maids uniform. What would this guy think when I opened the door like this? I looked back at my weekend owners as my hand grabbed the handle. Christy pointed and Katie waved her remote before they darted out of my line-of-sight. Taking a deep breath and trying one last time to pull my skirt down as far as it would go, I turned the knob and opened the door.