Mistress Susan circled the cage, her heels clicking on the dungeon floor. She crouched down, her face inches from the metal bars, her eyes boring into Brandon’s.

“Pay attention, my pet,” she purred. “Let’s see how well your friends can please their Mistresses.”

Mistress Susan called Joan and Ava with a snap of her fingers. With hypnotic sways, the two women strolled over. Joan held onto Travis’s leash, while Ava had Peter crawling behind her.

“Ladies,” Mistress Susan commanded, “show our caged pet what he’s missing.”

Joan yanked Travis’s leash, forcing him to his knees. Her free hand tangled in his hair, pulling his head back to expose his throat. “Now, tell me, darling,” she said with a wicked grin, “who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you, Mistress Joan,” he replied, his eyes wide with excitement.

“Good boy,” she praised, her tone dripping with seduction. Joan leaned down closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Worship me.”

Brandon watched in breathless anticipation as Travis obeyed, his mouth working over Joan’s thighs, kissing the soft skin exposed by her short skirt. Every sound - the wet kisses and the soft gasps that escaped Joan’s lips - made the caged man’s heart race and his body ache with longing.

With soft whispers, Ava encouraged Peter to lick her feet and then turned to Brandon, saying, “Do you see how much fun this is? “You could be doing it too if you weren’t a helpless toy in a cage.”

“Poor toy…” Mistress Susan continued to tease him. “So horny and desperate, eager for a chance to please. What are you willing to do to make me and my girls happy?”

Brandon squirmed as the words fell from his half-parted lips. “Anything, Mistress. I’ll do anything you say. I have no choice.”

“No, you don’t,” she declared. “You’re a piece of property and property has no free will. I know it hurts seeing other toys be used while, but you have to suck it until I decide if I want to play with you or not. Keep watching.”

A heavy silence settled in the air, punctuated only by the sounds of the other two women exerting their power over their willing subjects. The atmosphere was charged with lust and submission, leaving Brandon to stew in his own desires as he lay curled inside the cage. Each flick of Joan’s fingers and every gasp that escaped Ava’s lips sent electric shocks through him, igniting an insatiable fire deep within.

Joan leaned back, allowing Travis a momentary reprieve from his worship. She looked over at Ava and grinned. “What do you think, darling? Should we give our dear Brandon a little taste of what he’s missing?”

“Only if he begs…” Ava replied. “Anything else would be going too easy on him.”

“I agree,” Mistress Susan chuckled. “Begging is good because it keeps toys humble and submissive, which is what you need to be, Brandon. If you want to kiss my boots and suck my heels, you need to beg for it, but you better do it right because if you fail, you’ll be stuck in that cage forever, do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Get to it then. What are you waiting for?”

Brandon’s pride crumbled like a sandcastle under the relentless tide of his arousal. “Please,” he whimpered, his voice trembling, “Please let me serve you and your friends. I’ll do anything you ask of me. Let me savor your boots, Mistress Susan, just once. I’ll do anything to be close to you again.”

“Just once?” Mistress Susan cooed, having a blast with his debasement. “I don’t think so, my pet. You’re going to beg for more than just once if you want to earn our favor.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he stuttered, tears of humiliation and desire welling in his eyes. “I… I’ll beg for more. I’ll worship you all every day if I must. Just… Please let me out of this cage and I’ll be the best little toy you’ve ever had. I swear it!”

“What say you, ladies?” Mistress Susan asked. “Do you want to hear more or shall I be merciful and give this wretched creature a treat?”

“More. Give me more!” Joan exclaimed.

“Yeah,” Ava nodded. “Come on, toy! You can do better than that.”

“You heard them,” Mistress Susan stomped the floor. “Do better. You’re still not as desperate as you can be.”

Brandon’s face flushed even redder as he clutched the bars of the cage, his body trembling with anticipation and humiliation. “Please, Mistresses, I’m nothing without your guidance. I beg of you, let me serve you all. I will lick your every inch if you so desire. I’ll be your living footstool, your human coaster, anything! Please, don’t leave me here alone in this cage any longer. Let me prove my devotion to every one of you.”

As Brandon’s pleas became more desperate, the three dominant women shared amused glances. Their laughter echoed off the walls of the elegant room, bouncing back and forth until it enveloped him in both derision and delight.

“Listen to him,” Ava remarked, her voice dripping with mockery. “He’s so pathetic.”

Joan leaned in closer, resting her chin on the bars of the cage, her eyes glinting with excitement. “Oh, but it’s so cute! You’re just a little toy, squirming for attention. What do you think, Mistress Susan? Is he ready yet?”

The hypnodomme pretended to ponder for a moment, stroking her chin as if weighing the gravity of Brandon’s pleas. “I suppose he’s putting on quite the show. But I wonder if he means it.”

Brandon felt the pressure mounting as their gazes bore into him. “I do! I mean every word! Please, don’t leave me here like this. I need to serve you,” he urged, total desperation edging into his tone.

“Then show me how much you crave it,” Joan commanded, her foot hovering close to the bars. “Kiss my shoe, Brandon. Show me that you understand your place.”

Brandon’s breath hitched, every nerve ending ignited by the sight of her gleaming shoe dangling before him. His heart pounded in his chest as he leaned forward, every muscle in his body straining toward that forbidden prize. The moment he pressed his lips against the glossy surface, a shiver of pleasure mixed with humiliation coursed through him.

The sound of skin meeting leather filled the air like a sweet symphony. He placed kiss after kiss across the shiny material, each one more fervent than the last. “Thank you for allowing me to worship you, Mistress Joan,” he muttered between kisses, his desire turning into mindless gratitude.

“Such a good toy,” Mistress Susan smiled. “Now, do my boots, and then you’ll worship Ava, too.”

“With pleasure, Mistress,” the hypnotized thrall salivated, happy that his abasement had finally paid off.