The spectre of Dave the postman still haunted my thoughts. So far, he had not made a further play to join in what he called our games, but he had been on annual leave for two or three weeks, which was a blessed relief. Nonetheless, Laura and I were sure that he still held hopes of impregnating me.

Laura, contrary to what readers might think, was always protective towards me. She knew I was strictly heterosexual and whereas I would experience pleasure being teased and tormented by women—especially very attractive ones, like her and Amy—she could not imagine that being the case in the hands of a man. What's more, she had taken an intense dislike to Dave, so no way was he going to be allowed to have his way with me. For this, I was thankful, yet his presence still hovered over us like a dark cloud.

oooOOooo

It was eight-thirty on a Friday morning when he made his move. The three of us were about to depart to university when the doorbell rang.

“I'll get it!” announced Amy, leaving Laura and me standing in the kitchen, listening to the ensuing conversation.

We heard the door open and from the other side a voice exclaimed, “Oooh!”

It was him—Dave.

“Yes?” asked Amy.

“You're not Laura, are you?”

“Miss Smith, you mean? No, I'm not!”

“Don't tell me you're Steve? Oh, my giddy aunt, what's Laura done to you.”

“What the bloody hell are you talking about? I'm not Steve. Are you blind or something? Do I look like a man?”

“Er... no, far from it. You look... er... definitely... er... not like a man. Quite the opposite in fact! Very much the opposite! Oh, my God!”

“Do you always talk gibberish?”

“Sorry... no, I don't. You could ask Laura... or Steve.”

“What do you want? I don't have all day to stand here.”

“I've a parcel for a Miss Amy Jessop. Could that be you?” It sounded like a penny had dropped.

“Yes, of course it's me, you idiot! Who the hell do you think it is, if not me?” There was a pause before she continued, “Well, hand it over!”

“Oh... yeah, sorry...”

At that point, Laura went to the door. “Go and wait by the car, Amy, while I talk to this numbskull,” she instructed. “What do you want, Dave?” she asked, in a none too friendly a manner.

“I had a parcel for Amy,” he replied, quietly.

“Miss Jessop, you mean?”

“Sorry, yes, Miss Jessop. I didn't know there was a Miss Jessop living here.”

“What business is it of yours, Dave, who's living in my flat?”

“Sorry... but this must mean there are now two... er... girls living here. And Steve, of course.”

“So what? It's nothing to do with you, Dave.”

“I... er... need to know who lives here for correctly delivering the post, you see.”

“No, you don't, you pervert.”

There was a pause before Dave added, diffidently, “Erm... have... have you thought any more about my proposal, Laura?”

“It's Miss Smith to you! And I gave you my answer before, in very explicit terms, Dave. Wasn't 'fuck off' clear enough for you?”

“Yes, the message was understood, La—sorry, Miss Smith. But, well... er... I'm wondering if now there are three of you, you might want a fourth. Two men and two women is a nice balance, don't you think? I know this is a kinky set up you've got here, and I'll do whatever you say to join in.”

“Are you blackmailing us, Dave? Because, if you are, I'll go to the police. We're not doing anything illegal.”

“No... no, of course you're not. Perish the thought. I just want to be involved in some way. I'm harmless, honestly, I am. I'm not a troublemaker, but I just want a bit of kinky fun, Laura... sorry, Miss Smith.”

“What! After what you said you wanted to do to Stevie? You said you wanted to fuck him! You've got a bloody cheek!”

“Yes, I'm sorry. I got carried away by those... er... tan marks he had... Miss Smith. Forget about what I said in the heat of the moment. I'll do anything you say, if you give me a trial.”

“A trial?”

“Yes... like... er... an initiation test, to show that I mean well.”

“An initiation test?” Listening from the kitchen, I could tell from the change in Laura's tone that her interest had been piqued.

Dave detected it as well, and he piled on the pressure. “Yes! Perhaps a one-off, to show you I'm game for anything, even if I have to make a total fool of myself! If it doesn't work out, then I'll say no more. There's nothing to lose and we might all enjoy it... Miss Smith. What do you say, uh?”

I could tell that Dave was worming his way into our set-up but, at the same time, Laura was turning the tables on him. He was sounding far less macho now than he had been when he had accosted me at the gym. He was beginning to sound submissive!

“I'll think about it, Dave,” concluded Laura.

“Will you, Miss Smith? Oh, my God, thank you so much, Miss Smith.”

“I'll get in touch, now bugger off!”

I heard Dave walk away and I joined Laura at the door. “You heard all of that, muffin?” she asked.

“Yes, Miss. What's he up to?”

“I reckon he's desperate, so we might have a bit of fun at his expense.”

“Uh?”

“How do you feel like being promoted in the pecking order, from bottom to bottom but one, sweetie?”

“Hmm... it sounds good, as long as I'm not misunderstanding what you mean by bottom, Miss.”

She returned a large grin. “Come on, Amy's waiting for us by the car!”

oooOOooo

Nothing more was said to me about Dave for a few days, yet I sensed that Laura and Amy were planning something. If I entered a room where they were, they would stop talking and smile sweetly at me. It was unnerving, but I assumed they would let me know when the time was right.

That time came on a Saturday evening. It was Laura who dropped the clues. “Sweetie, tomorrow we have a visitor and you are going to get to dress in your boy clothes!”

I stared at her, unable to comprehend what she was saying.

“Yes, sweetie! Get jeans, t-shirt and socks from the boot of your car because we're allowing you to wear them in the flat tomorrow.” Then, as an afterthought, she added, “Obviously, you'll still have to wear knickers after you threw out all your male underwear, but that can't be helped. Wear a black pair—cotton!”

“Er... yes, okay, Miss,” I replied. “But... er... what's happening?”

“You're in for treat, pet,” chimed in Amy, smiling.

“Yes, muffin, as well as wearing your macho clothes, we're going to unlock you and you'll be free to wave your willy around!”

“What?”

“You heard, pet. This will be the day when you're not at the bottom of the food chain. Enjoy yourself!”

“Are you trying to say that Dave's coming?”

“Yes, we are, muffin. But don't get too attached to willy waving because, once he's gone, you'll be locked up again.”

“Yes... I see,” was all I could reply. Then, after a few moment's thought, I asked, “Are you going to tell me what's going to happen?”

Both girls smiled back at me, shaking their heads in synchrony. “Let's not spoil the fun, pet,” declared Amy.

oooOOooo

So, the girls provided no further details as to what I was to expect, but it had been a relief to learn that Dave would be at the bottom of the pecking order. That seemed to rule out the horrifying thought of him spearing me with his penis.

Come Sunday morning, I did what I had been told and after shaving and showering I dressed in male clothes. It was the first time for ages that I'd done so, always wearing dresses or skirts around the flat and unisex clothes to university. It felt strange being dressed in this way. Even though I was wearing panties, being black and plain cotton they were not that far removed from male underpants.

I was still, at this point, locked into my chastity restraint. We had a light lunch and then the moment came that I was dying for. Laura produced the key and Amy instructed me to drop my jeans and pull down my panties. With a theatrical flourish, Laura unlocked me and removed my cage, with Amy looking on attentively.

Instantly, my organ sensed freedom and expanded until it was rock solid, sticking out at right angles.

“Where's your self-control, sweetie?” Laura asked in mock surprise. “What would Dr Payne say?”

I dreaded to think. “Sorry, but it's three weeks since I last came, Miss,” I replied in my defence.

“Hmm... well, Dr Payne thinks we should be targeting once every four weeks, muffin.” I silently cursed Dr Payne.

“How's that thing going to fit back into his knickers?” queried Amy.

“Er... good question, Amy! He's going to have to have a quick wank,” concluded Laura. “If he does it now, he should have recovered by the time Dave is ready to perform.”

I wasn't sure what they were talking about, but it sounded good. Amy went into the bathroom and came back with a large wad of toilet tissue.

“Here you are, pet,” she explained, “Do the business and make it quick.”

This was a new one for me, being expected to masturbate in front of these two beautiful girls. Yet it proved easy—embarrassing, yes—but still easy.

Very quickly I came, my knees buckling as my orgasm overwhelmed by body. The girls provided some support for me to prevent total collapse.

Neither of them said a word. It was almost a clinical procedure, performed solely so that I could get redressed in panties without displaying a tentpole.

I was given more tissue to clean up with and I had barely got redressed when the doorbell rang. Amy went to open the door and a few seconds later Dave entered the lounge.

“Hello, er... Miss Smith and Miss Jessop,” he said quietly, his face looking flushed. He was nervous and subdued. I guess he knew that if he disappointed either of them then he would be permanently excluded from our setup. A lot rested on him impressing these two tigresses.

“Hello, Dave,” Amy replied, while Laura said nothing and maintained a solemn, disdainful expression.

His eyes darted in my direction. “Hello, er... Steve,” he added, diffidently.

“He's Mr Kelly to you, Dave, or you could call him Sir,” Laura sneered.

He blushed, and remarked, “Hello... er... Sir.” This was a “new” Dave, not the cocky postman who delivers our mail, and who enjoys banter and has an answer to everything.

“Have you done what we said, Dave?” Laura enquired.

“Ye... yes, to the letter,” he answered. “Thank you for... um... allowing me to complete this initiation test, Miss.”

“You do understand you are doing this entirely of your own free will, Dave, no matter how demeaning. If you don't want to do it, you can leave now. It's no skin off our noses.”

“Oh, God, no!” he assured her. “I'm... I'm very jumpy, but I want to show you that I can be obedient, Miss.”

“Then strip off!” ordered Laura. “Let's see what you're wearing underneath.”

Dave's flushed face reddened further. His fingers were now trembling as he struggled to unbutton his shirt. As it opened up, so it revealed vivid pink satin. It soon became clear he was wearing a camisole held up by delicate spaghetti straps.

Nervously, he fumbled with the zip of his jeans before easing them down to reveal pink panties, made from a lacy fabric. And these were overlaid on a pink suspender belt that, in turn, held up a pair of pink stockings.

“You.. you said you liked pink, Miss?” he stuttered. It could have been a statement, but the rising tone of his voice showed it was a question. He was seeking Laura's approval.

Laura maintained her stoic expression—she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of endorsing his choice of undies. She replied, “Is there anything else pink, Dave?”

He looked at her with a sense of fear. Saying nothing, he lowered his panties, revealing his cock was secured in a pink chastity device. It had to be my old cage!

“Good girl, Dave,” affirmed Laura, scornfully, causing him to squirm. “Pull your knickers back up because we've seen enough.”

With a sense of relief, he did just that, and he stood before us, a vision in shocking pink. “On your knees, pet,” instructed Amy.

Dave hesitated for a moment but then dropped down. “Now wobble along until you are in front of Mr Kelly,” continued Amy.

Awkwardly, Dave manoeuvred himself in front of me as I stood there. His horrified expression told me that he was only too aware of his humiliating position, and what was going to be expected of him.

“I hope you remember what we told you to say, Dave?” asked Laura.

He turned to look at Laura, who responded. “You need to be looking at Mr Kelly, not me, you numpty.”

Dave turned and looked up at me. For a few seconds, he seemed to have trouble speaking, and then, almost croaking, he said, “You are very handsome, Sir. I've always admired your physique and goodlooking features.”

I knew the girls had something planned, but this was not something that I had been anticipating.

“For God's sake, you're not reading out a frigging shopping list, you idiot! Put some sodding passion into what you're saying. I told you on the phone what we want to hear, so damn well say it!” Laura's patience was being stretched to the limit.

“Sir... Sir...” he muttered.

“Spit it out, pet,” urged Amy.

“Sir, I think I'm in love with you. I fall asleep at night thinking about you, I dream about you, and you are my first thought on waking... Sir.”

He glanced in Laura's direction, looking for a sign that her frostiness was melting. I saw little sign of it myself and I sensed that Dave knew he was going to have to try harder.

“There's something specific you have to ask Mr Kelly,” Laura gruffly said.

His twitchy demeanour suggested there was nothing he wished to ask me, but he knew he had to dive deeper if he was to pass this test and impress Laura.

He looked at the floor and nervously said, “May I please—”

“Look Mr Kelly in the eyes, moron.” Laura was giving no ground. I had underestimated how much she detested this man.

Reluctantly, Dave stared up at me. “May I please give you a blow job, Sir? Please, Sir.”

What? I had never received a blow job from a man—or a woman, for that matter. Men don't turn me on, but if this was going to pile further embarrassment on Dave then I was all for it. Moreover, it was another opportunity for me to orgasm. I couldn't recall the last time I'd had two climaxes in one day.

My penis was stirring at the thought of what he was proposing. I paused for a second or so, looking over his shoulder at the two girls. Laura's emotions remained frosty, but Amy's facial expression was urging me on. “Yes,” I replied, being economical with my words.

He reached up and, with unsteady fingers, undid the top button of my jeans and pulled down my zip. Slowly he lowered my jeans and helped me out of them. I saw his eyes widen, almost in terror, as he watched the growing bulge in my panties. Gently, he pulled them down, and almost recoiled as my organ, previously constrained by the thin cotton, sprang to attention.

“Ask Mr Kelly's permission,” advised Laura.

“Er... please, Sir, may I suck your... er... gorgeous manhood... Sir?”

“Yes,” I replied, “and take your time, 'cus I don't want this to be over in ten seconds.” I was entering into the spirit of the occasion.

“I understand, Sir,” he agreed, as he took my swollen organ into his mouth. I was certain this was a first for him, just as it was a first for me. But he was determined to win over Laura and Amy, if not me.

“Hope you've been practising with a banana, pet, like we told you,” laughed Amy.

Dave didn't reply—after all, he had his mouth full. He wrapped his lips around my shaft, and moved almost imperceptibly back and forth, my stiffy going further and deeper into his mouth. At times, he was gagging, but somehow he managed to regain control. The last thing he wanted was to fail this examination at a critical moment.

Sensually, he worked my erection, wary of my edict that I was not to cum too quickly. This may have been his first time, but he was a quick learner. He knew when to speed up and when to slow down, and when to increase the pressure and when to decrease it. It helped that I had ejaculated less than thirty minutes earlier, so he had to work hard while also ensuring I didn't cum too fast.

Eventually, we both sensed I was reaching the point of no return and then I spurted. How much semen there was, was hard to say, but the look on his face told me there was far more than he was comfortable with.

“Don't swallow—yet,” ordered Laura.

Laura waited until she felt I had spent my last drop. “Turn around and open your mouth, Dave,” she directed.

He did so, and both girls looked amused as they saw my seminal fluid smeared across his mouth and tongue.

“Nice! Now be a good girl and swallow, Dave,” commanded Laura. He gulped.

“Now clean Mr Kelly up.”

He took my penis, now semi-erect, into his mouth to cleanse it of any remain semen.

“Now say thank you to Mr Kelly.”

He turned to face me, saying meekly, “Thank you, Sir.”

“Stand up and get dressed, Dave,” directed Laura.

For a few seconds, he looked bewildered. “Have... have I passed the test?” he asked. “Can I join your little group? I'll do anything you ask... if you let me join.”

“We'll let you know, Dave. Come back here next Sunday at the same time.”

“Er... right, okay.” His disappointment not to get an immediate response was evident in his voice. Then a realisation dawned on him. “But... but what about my cage? Can you unlock it... please, Miss?”

“Not today, Dave... I've told you, come back the same time next Sunday. Go on, off you go!”

“But... but that's a whole week.”

“Oh, yeah, so it is, pet. We'll see you then. I'll show you out.”

“But what do I do for a week?”

“Sit down to pee, I suggest,” responded Amy, with a giggle.

Looking flustered, he was ushered to the front door by the girls. Returning, Laura asked me, “Did you enjoy your little treat, poppet?”

“It was very different, but, yes, I did really enjoy it. Thank you, Miss.”

“It should be Dave you're thanking.”

“Are you going to let him join our group, Miss?” I asked.

“No way! Most definitely not, but I might let him provide some entertainment on occasions. What do you think, Amy?”

“Yeah, I think he knows his place so we might be able to have some fun with him.”

“Don't worry, muffin. He will never be above you in the ranking! You have my word on that,” explained Laura.

“You're very special to us both, pet,” added Amy, with one of her saucy smiles.

“Anyway, that's enough fun for one day. You need to get changed and we need to get you locked up again. Cuming twice in a day—what were we thinking about, letting him do that, Amy?”

Laura had a wry smile and Amy just grinned. “I think he owes us both big time, Laura. He could be in for a busy night. Get that tongue warmed up, pet!”