Sisters in steel - Pt

                                          

Katie took a slow sip of champagne, her glossy lips curving into a wicked smile as she glanced at the kneeling husband. “You know, Laura, the best part is how eager they are now. Remember how resistant they were at first? Mine cried during his first pegging session at the Institute. Now he thanks me every time I fuck him with the strap-on. Says it reminds him of his place.”

Laura let out a soft, throaty laugh and stretched her long legs, her black lace dress riding higher up her thighs. “Exactly. Mine used to get so jealous when I’d text him from a hotel room. Now he sends me encouraging messages while I’m out: ‘Have fun, Goddess. I hope he fucks you better than I ever could.’ Then he waits up, cleans the apartment, and has everything ready for when I get home.”

She snapped her fingers lightly. The husband immediately rose, set the tray down, and knelt again—this time directly in front of them. His hands trembled slightly as he carefully removed Laura’s glossy black stilettos, massaging her feet with practiced reverence.

“Good boy,” Laura murmured, wiggling her toes against his palms. “See this, Katie? Total devotion. The Institute’s ‘Worship and Service’ module really stuck. He even learned how to give perfect pedicures so my feet look flawless for my dates.”

Katie watched with obvious approval. “Mine does the same. Last night I made him watch me get ready for Tyler. He zipped up my dress, sprayed my perfume exactly where I like it, and then knelt to kiss my ass before I left. When Tyler dropped me off at 3 a.m., he was right there at the door—collar on, mouth open, ready to clean me while Tyler sat on the couch and laughed.”

The husband’s breathing grew heavier. A small bead of precum glistened at the tip of his chastity cage, but he didn’t dare touch himself.

Laura leaned forward and stroked Katie’s thigh affectionately. “We should book them in for a refresher course soon. I heard the Institute added a new module on ‘Advanced Bull Hospitality’—teaching them how to prepare snacks, set up the bedroom with condoms and lube, even how to fluff if the bull wants it.”

Katie’s eyes sparkled. “Yes! And proper cleanup etiquette. Mine used to be so sloppy with creampies. Now he gets every drop, then thanks the bull for breeding me. It’s honestly adorable how broken and rebuilt they are.”

At that moment, the doorbell chimed softly. Katie’s face lit up.

“That must be Marcus,” she said excitedly, smoothing her white lace dress over her curves. She looked down at the kneeling husband. “You know what to do, sweetie.”

He nodded quickly, rose to his feet, and hurried toward the door. Laura and Katie watched with satisfied smiles as he opened it, greeting the tall, broad-shouldered man with a polite bow.

“Welcome, Sir. Thank you for coming to see my wife tonight. May I take your jacket? Would you like a drink?”

Marcus smirked, stepping inside and clapping the husband on the shoulder. “Good little cuck. Keep that up and maybe I’ll let you watch later.”

Katie stood up gracefully, sauntering over to greet her lover with a deep kiss, while Laura remained on the sofa, sipping her champagne and idly running her foot along her own husband’s thigh.

“See?” Laura called out playfully to Katie. “This is what we paid for. Pure bliss.”

Katie moaned softly into Marcus’s mouth before pulling back just enough to reply, “Best money we’ve ever spent.”

The husband quietly closed the door behind them, his caged cock throbbing helplessly as he prepared to serve the three of them for the rest of the night—exactly as the LeCuck Institute had trained him to do.