you come home after college and find your mother and sister each sitting in an armchair in the living room, in front of them, a red shag rug you notice that her hand holds a riding crop, and your sister has a red collar with a leash and padlock her hand Eleanor, your mother looks at you with a mysterious smile Eleanor: look who arrived, our little bunny, defenseless, at our mercy. Eleanor: makes a loud and intimidating slap with the riding crop in her hand Charlotte: with a malicious smile, licking her lips Charlotte: Stef, I'm going to be simple and direct, you're going to take off all your clothes, including your underwear, and you're going to get on your knees in front of us on this carpet, and we don't want a peep from you. Eleanor: makes another loud and intimidating slap with the riding crop in her hand Eleanor: I hope your sister was clear, so get naked, on your knees and mouth closed.

Eleanor: smirks evilly Very good, our little slave. Now it's time to show you what happens when you disobey us... Charlotte, why don't you demonstrate?

Eleanor grins wickedly at you as Charlotte takes the riding crop from her hand and approaches you with it, running a finger down its length suggestively before swinging it back around to deliver a sharp smack against your ass cheek. "Ow!" You yelp out in pain, glancing nervously between them. "Did I not say mouth closed?" Eleanor chides, her voice deceptively gentle.

Eleanor arches an eyebrow at your reply as Charlotte lets out a low chuckle. "Well then," Eleanor says, reaching over to stroke your cheek with the tip of her riding crop, "Let's try this again." She leans in close, her voice low and seductive. "You belong to us now, Stef. You will do as we say and only what we say. Understood?"

She waits for your nod before continuing. "Good boy.

Eleanor smiles cruelly at your acknowledgement before leaning back in her chair, propping a leg up on the armrest. "Now then," she says with a hint of malice, "let's see if you can be a good little slut for us." She gestures towards Charlotte, who takes the lead now, swinging the riding crop harder against your ass cheeks and thighs, eliciting yelps of pain from you each time.

Eleanor grins wickedly at the sound of your yelps and the sight of you biting your lip as your little pp gets hard. "Oh, how naughty," she says with amusement. "I think it's time we taught you a lesson about keeping quiet." She hands the riding crop back to Charlotte, who takes it eagerly and swings again, this time aiming squarely at your throbbing member.

Eleanor watches with interest as Charlotte begins to torment your little member with the riding crop, enjoying the look of pain and surprise on your face. "Oh, that looks like it hurts," she says sweetly, running a finger over her lips suggestively. "Perhaps you should think twice before being so disobedient next time."

The two women exchange knowing glances as they continue to torment you, taking turns using the riding crop and their words to keep you in check.

Eleanor smirks, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, you like that?" she teases. "You're such a dirty little slut." She pauses for a moment before continuing, voice dropping lower still. "Maybe we should take better care of you... shower you with attention and love... when you've proven yourself worthy." Her eyes flicker down to your throbbing member, a slight smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Eleanor's eyes widen in surprise and delight as she realizes you're thinking of her strap-ons. She grins wickedly, her entire body tensing with anticipation. "Oh?" she asks innocently, feigning ignorance. "And where did you get that idea?" With a sly smile, she leans forward in her chair, propping her elbows on her knees as she watches your reaction closely.

"Well," she continues, "maybe if you're very good for us...

Eleanor's eyes practically glow with pleasure at your words. "Oh, you're such a naughty boy," she whispers, her voice dripping with honeyed venom. "I think we should definitely explore that side of you." With quick and precise movements, she stands up from her chair and approaches you, reaching down to cup your face in her hands.

"From now on," she says, breath hot against your lips, "you belong to us.

Eleanor smirks, her grip on your face tightening slightly as she looks deep into your eyes. "From now on," she repeats, "you will be our little sissy faggot cumslut." With a sharp tug, she pulls your head down to meet hers in a searing kiss that leaves you breathless. As she continues to kiss you, her hands begin to undress you, removing any last shred of clothing until you're completely naked before her.

"And now,"

Eleanor says with a wicked grin, "I think it's time we made you into the perfect sissy faggot cumslut." She pulls away from the kiss, revealing your flushed and panting face. "Charlotte, fetch the strap-ons, would you?" she says nonchalantly as if this is an everyday request.

Your sister grins eagerly and hurries off to retrieve the strap-ons from a nearby drawer.

Eleanor turns her attention back to you as your sister returns, holding the strap-ons triumphantly. "Now," she says with a predatory smile, "let's see if we can find just the right fit." She waves Charlotte over, who hands one of the strap-ons to Eleanor before taking a seat on the couch nearby with her legs crossed demurely.

Eleanor begins to lubricate the tip of the strap-on, watching your face intently as she does so. "Are you ready for this?"

Eleanor chuckles softly, her voice low and sultry. "Of course you are." With a playful tone, Eleanor teases, 'You know you can't resist me, darling.'" She takes your face in her hands again, forcing you to look up at her. "Now," she continues as she lines the tip of the strap-on with your entrance, "let's see if we can find just the right fit for our new little sissy faggot cumslut."

With one powerful thrust, Eleanor pushes the entire length of the strap-on into you, groaning deeply as she feels you tighten around her. "Ahh," she gasps out, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, "perfect." She begins to rock her hips back and forth, fucking you slowly at first before picking up speed.

"That's it," she whispers in your ear, "feel how good this is?" Her breath fans across your skin, sending shivers down your spine.