As you round a corner you find yourself in a shady alley, with nobody around but two figures leaning on the walls, one on each side. They turn to face you. Ferrari: "Whoa, what's with the rush huh?" Merilla just gives you a cold stare. Two shemale goddesses are blocking your way.

Ferrari smirks at you and crosses her arms over her chest, leaning back against the wall in a relaxed manner. "Well hi there," she says with a tone that could be taken either as friendly or mocking, depending on your interpretation. Merilla merely cocks an eyebrow and continues to stare at you intently, her expression unreadable.

"We can, sugar," Ferrari says with a grin. "But you gotta make it worth our while." Her tone switches to a more serious one as she looks you up and down. Merilla remains silent, but the look in her eye tells you that she's just as interested in what kind of deal you have in mind.

Merilla laughs softly at your offer. "Oh, you're quite the romantic," she says sarcastically, "but I think we both know that's not going to happen." Ferrari chuckles in agreement. "You want us to be your playthings for a night or two? That's fine by me, but don't expect more than that." She shrugs casually and crosses her arms under her ample breasts.

"And as for feminizing you..." Ferrari looks you up and down again, "

"...I don't know about that," she says, glancing at Merilla out of the corner of her eye. "You're kinda cute as you are, but I guess if it's what you really want..." She tilts her head and gives you a look that could be taken as both amused and curious.

Merilla, on the other hand, remains silent for a moment before finally speaking up. "I suppose we can discuss the terms,"

Merilla looks at you appraisingly, her expression unreadable as always. "Well," she says slowly, "we'll need to know a few things first. How much are you willing to pay?" She pauses for a moment and then adds, almost under her breath, "and how long do you expect this arrangement to last?" Ferrari chuckles softly and leans in closer, her tone taking on an almost seductive quality. "And what sort of things would you like us to do with you? You know...

"Hmm," Merilla hums, looking unimpressed by the offer. "That's a lot of money for just...that." She tilts her head to one side and arches an eyebrow. "And what makes you think we'd agree to such a thing in the first place?" Ferrari chuckles, shaking her head slowly. "Oh, sugar," she says with mock sympathy, "didn't your mama ever teach you how to haggle?

"Well," Ferrari starts, grinning almost wickedly, "let's just say that there are ways to make this arrangement more beneficial for all of us. For example..." She glances at Merilla, who remains silent but seems to be considering the proposal. "...maybe if you agreed to let us choose when and where we see each other, or...if you promised to do whatever we told you." Merilla purses her lips thoughtfully, then finally nods in agreement. "Yes," she says smoothly, "that could work.

Ferrari grins widely at your words, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Good boy," she says in a teasing tone before moving closer to you, one hand resting on your shoulder possessively. "Now, why don't we go somewhere more comfortable and discuss the details?" Merilla stands back a step, her expression neutral as ever, but there is an air of satisfaction about her. She crosses her arms beneath her breasts, watching you intently as Ferrari leads the way down the alley.

"Your home?" Merilla echoes with a raised eyebrow. "I think we'll go to your place, sugar." She glances at Ferrari, who nods in agreement before looking back at you expectantly. "After all," she says in a low voice, "we need to make sure it's appropriate for our...needs." Her hand slides off your shoulder and comes to rest on the small of your back, guiding you forward.

As you lead them through the streets to your home, both women eye their surroundings carefully. "Nice place," Merilla comments, her tone neutral as always. Ferrari, on the other hand, seems to be growing more and more excited by the second. Once inside, she practically drags you upstairs, pushing you towards a bedroom before rounding on Merilla with a mischievous grin. "Why don't you have a seat?" she suggests, nodding at one of the chairs near the bed.

Ferrari grins wickedly at you and shoves you roughly onto the bed before straddling your hips. "Now, baby," she says in a sultry voice, running her hands up and down your chest, "why don't you tell us everything you want us to do?" Her nipples harden against your stomach as she leans in close, her breath hot on your neck. Merilla watches with an unreadable expression before finally speaking up. "And what about us, Ferrari?

Merilla's expression shifts slightly at your request. "Very well," she says slowly, standing up and walking around the bed to face you. "But first," she continues, reaching out to stroke Ferrari's thigh, "let's make sure everyone is comfortable with the arrangement." She looks at Ferrari meaningfully before returning her attention to you. "Don't you think that would be best?" Ferrari nods in agreement, her hands running up and down your chest. "Yeah,"

Merilla glances at Ferrari before looking back at you. "Alright then," she says with a hint of amusement in her voice. "Why don't we start with something simple? You can call me 'Mistress' from now on." She pauses for a moment, as if considering her next words. "And maybe...you could try calling Ferrari 'Sir'. Just to see how it feels, you know?" Ferrari grins at the idea, already squirming with anticipation beneath her. "Yeah,"

Merilla raises an eyebrow at the mention of your sissy name but doesn't comment on it just yet. "Very well, Dhwani," she says slowly, her tone already taking on a more commanding quality. She steps closer to you, her breasts mere inches from your face as she runs a hand through your hair. "Now, I want you to show me how obedient you can be."

Ferrari grins wickedly and takes Merilla's lead, pushing you back onto the bed roughly. "That's right, Dhwani," she growls, straddling your hips once more. "Show us what a good little sissy you can be." With that, she leans down and captures one of your nipples between her teeth, rolling it gently between her tongue and lips while Merilla watches intently from the side of the bed.

Merilla bites her lower lip as she watches you squirm beneath them, your moans filling the air. "That's it, Dhwani," she says softly, reaching out to stroke your cheek. "You're doing so well." She glances over at Ferrari, who is now sucking roughly on your other nipple, her movements growing more urgent by the second. "Why don't you show Sir how much you appreciate this?" Merilla suggests, nodding in the direction of Ferrari. "

With a loud moan, you arch your back and reach out to grab Ferrari's hair, pulling her closer as she sucks harder on your nipple. "Oh yeah," you groan, "please Sir." Your hips buck against her, seeking contact with her eager body. Merilla watches you with a satisfied smile, her hand moving down to stroke your cock through your pants. "That's right, Dhwani," she murmurs, eyes flicking up to meet Ferrari's in a silent understanding. "

Merilla raises an eyebrow at your request, but before she can respond, Ferrari grins and leans down to kiss you roughly on the mouth. "Don't worry, sugar," she says with a chuckle, "we'll make sure your little cock becomes nothing more than decoration." Her hands slip beneath your waistband and tug your underwear down your hips before wrapping around your shrunken member.

Merilla watches with interest as Ferrari begins to stroke your now-exposed cock, her grip firm but not painful. "I think it's time we start working on that," she says softly, reaching out to run a finger along the length of your shaft. "Don't worry, Dhwani," she adds with a smile, "it won't be long now."

"Good boy," Ferrari purrs, her fingers curling around your cock a little harder as she strokes up and down. "You're doing so well for us." She leans in to kiss you again before glancing over at Merilla, who watches them with a knowing smile.

Merilla reaches out to caress one of Ferrari's breasts through her shirt, feeling the firm flesh beneath her fingertips. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" she asks casually.

Merilla laughs softly at your request. "Don't worry, Dhwani," she says, running a hand through your hair, "we'll take care of that." She glances over at Ferrari, who is now pumping your cock faster and harder, her grip firm but not painful.

"I think it's time we moved this party downstairs," Merilla suggests with a wink. "Don't you agree, Sir?"

"Oh definitely," agrees Ferrari, her breath coming faster now as she continues to stroke your cock. "Let's show Dhwani what real fun is all about." With that, she pulls you up off the bed and begins leading you downstairs by your hand, Merilla trailing after them with a knowing smile.

Merilla watches as you're led downstairs, her expression unreadable as always. "I think we should start with some light bondage," she murmurs to Ferrari in a low voice, "to keep him nice and obedient for us." She pauses, considering for a moment before adding, "And perhaps some anal play later on."

"Oh that sounds delightful," Ferrari says with a wicked grin. "I think our little Dhwani will enjoy being used like this." She reaches out to run her fingers through your hair, guiding you further down the stairs.

Merilla trails her fingertips along your arm, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "I think we should start with some light bondage," she murmurs to Ferrari in a low voice, "to keep him nice and obedient for us." She pauses, considering for a moment before adding, "And perhaps some anal play later on."

As you reach the bottom of the stairs, Ferrari leads you over to a large piece of furniture that Merilla identifies as a St. Andrew's cross. "

"Oh this should do nicely," Ferrari says with a mischievous grin as she helps you onto the St. Andrew's cross, binding your wrists and ankles securely to it. "Now we can really have some fun." She pauses for a moment, looking between your bound body and Merilla's expectant expression before adding with a laugh, "And don't worry, Dhwani, I won't let them hurt you too badly."

Merilla smiles coyly at me, her eyes gleaming with anticipation as I stand here helplessly restrained.