Laura, Amy and I had settled into a lifestyle that some might find strange, but which suited us. I was in a female-led relationship, bottom in the pecking order, beneath two stunning and demanding young women.

I was sexually attracted to both girls, and whilst Laura was my true love, I was more than happy to service Amy and she took great delight in teasing me, often in the most flirtatious of ways. Laura showed no jealously and, indeed, encouraged Amy to toy with me and seek sexual attention. To complicate matters further, the two girls were involved with one another, meaning that we had formed a consensual love triangle. My role was to satisfy them both in whatever way they wished, while I remained chaste, allowed just occasional relief for my ever-present sexual frustration.

oooOOooo

I was happy, and I had no wish to live differently. This is just as well as one Friday evening there was a surprising development. I had been carrying out chores in the kitchen, when I heard Laura calling me into the lounge.

I went through, and she and Amy were sitting on the sofa. Standing in front of them, I asked, “Did you want something, Miss, or—?”

“Will you marry us, pet?” interrupted Amy.

What? What was she talking about?

“Sorry?” I replied, a puzzled expression on my face. “You two want to get married—to one another?!”

Laura laughed, “No, stupid!! Miss Amy is asking if you would like to enter into a formal arrangement with us both, sweetheart. You know, the three of us enter into a life-long partnership, eh?”

I still didn't understand. “Pardon?”

“We should formalise our FLR by having a ceremony and exchanging tokens of our love for each other.”

“Oh! Yes... I think I see what you mean, Miss.”

“We got you this, pet,” Amy explained. From behind her back she produced a silver ring, about seven inches in diameter.

Seeing my perplexed look, she demonstrated that it was hinged, so it could be opened up. It dawned on me that I was looking at a collar.

“Once this goes on, sweetie, it locks in place and can't be removed without destroying it. There's no key or special tools that will open it up.”

“Is... is it a slave collar?” I asked, frowning.

“I prefer to call it an eternity collar, muffin,” retorted Laura. “I've told you before, you're not a slave.”

“Yes, but it does mark you as belonging to us, pet,” added Amy, unhelpfully.

Amy passed me the collar to look at. Inside, I saw that it was inscribed with our names, spaced regularly apart at 120 degrees. “Laura—Amy—Stevie” it read, although it could equally be interpreted as “Amy—Stevie—Laura” or “Stevie—Laura—Amy.” Once the collar was in place, these names would be hidden from view, known only to the three of us.

“Do you accept our token of love for you, sweetie?” asked Laura.

“Er... yes, of course I do,” I replied, smiling.

“You understand that once we lock this on you, then to all intents and purposes it never comes off again? It's permanent. It's there for all eternity?”

“Erm... yes, I understand, Miss.”

“Only those who share a similar lifestyle to ours will understand the significance of this collar, pet. Vanilla people will just think it's a nice piece of jewellery and won't understand its true meaning,” Amy explained.

“Yes, I can see what you're saying, Miss,” I replied. “I feel I should give you something, Miss... and you, Miss.”

“We've taken care of that, sweetie,” answered Laura. “You didn't know it, but you've bought us these.”

She produced two small boxes and opened them up. Inside each was a silver ring intended to be slipped onto a finger. Laura passed me one to look at and I could see that inside it was inscribed with our three names, just as my collar was.

“I've been saving some money each week from your student income to pay for these, poppet,” Laura said, to enlighten me as to how I could have bought these rings without my knowledge. It made sense, as Laura was the one who micromanaged our joint finances.

“If you're in agreement, sweetheart, we will have a ceremony tomorrow to mark the exchange of rings and vows.”

“Yes... yes, I agree. I completely agree, Miss!”

“Tomorrow will be a very special day, but we won't spoil it by telling you what to expect.”

oooOOooo

We were all awake early the following morning. I, of course, was up first as one of the girls' rules was that they had sole use of the bathroom between six and eight-thirty. And I had been instructed to pay extra attention to my body today, making sure I was completely hairless from the neck down and that my skin was soft.

After preparing myself, I put on a bra and panties and slipped on a dressing gown. I couldn't see the point of putting more clothes on until they had told me what I should be wearing. As this was a special day, I was sure that jeans and T-shirt would not be what they had in mind.

It was not until ten o'clock that the girls had showered and prettified themselves, and we had breakfasted. Laura and Amy were both dressed similarly and simply, in pale pink mini-skirts with pristine white shirts and pink shoes with three-inch heels. Neither wore tights but their legs looked fantastic, having been lightly tanned by the summer sun.

And through their white shirts I could detect the outlines of lacy white bras. They looked identical bras to me, but I couldn't risk staring for too long.

Amy was the last to finish her coffee. As she put her mug down, she reached behind her and pulled a bag onto the counter. It read “Victoria's Secret”.

“It's a pressie for you, pet,” she announced, giving me one of her lewd smiles.

I opened the bag and pulled out what was inside—a lacy white bra and a matching thong.

Laura smiled, “We thought it would be nice if we all wore the same undies today, sweetie. What do you think?”

As I handled the soft items, imagining us all looking the same, my penis gave a jerk. The grimace on my face told the girls what I did not have to say in words.

“He likes them, Laura,” grinned Amy.

“Put them on, then,” urged Laura, in a friendly tone. “Do it here, in the kitchen.”

Quickly, I did as she said and soon I was dressed in the new undies. I don't usually wear a thong, for the practical reason that my tackle might easily fall out, yet my new cage, compressing my penis as it did, seemed to overcome that problem.

Laura then picked up another bag and handed it to me. I was not surprised to find it contained a short pink skirt, a white blouse and pink shoes with three-inch heels—I was to be dressed identically to the two girls.

I blushed, and they smiled. “Come on, pet,” insisted Amy. “We'll all look the same, so there's nothing to be embarrassed about.” Apart, that is, that they were real girls and I was merely a cross-dressing submissive.

“Don't worry, muffin,” declared Laura. “I've still to do your make-up and sort out your wig. We'll look like triplets when I've finished!”

Triplets? Well, certainly not identical ones.

oooOOooo

I got dressed, and Laura performed her magic. By the time she'd finished, I was passable as a girl, just as long as no one looked too closely. I felt the usual stirring in my cage, as I glanced at myself in the mirror, except this time the awakening of my penis was rather painful. “Try to think of something else, poppet,” advised Laura, well aware of my predicament. “I'm sure the more you dress as a girl, the more normal it will seem, and the less reaction you will get. Don't you agree, Amy?”

“I do, yes. He needs more practice.”

I was figuring out how to reply when the doorbell rang, sending a shockwave through me. No one had said we were expecting a visitor, yet neither had they said we weren't. A sense of panic rippled through me.

“Nothing to worry about, sweetie,” assured Laura, “because it's someone you know.” Did that make it better?

Amy had gone to the door and immediately I recognised the voice of the visitor. It was Dr Sam Payne, my GP. She came into the lounge, where I was standing with Laura.

“Morning, Laura,” she said enthusiastically, greeting Laura with kisses on both cheeks.

“Morning, Mr Kelly,” she added, with equal exuberance, and giving me two pecks. “You look beautiful, Mr Kelly. That outfit is gorgeous!” she opined. “If you weren't spoken for, I'd snap you up myself.”

I still had no idea what was happening. Laura picked up on my vacant expression, leading her to give an explanation. “We need an officiant, muffin—someone to solemnise this special occasion, and Dr Payne jumped at the chance when I asked her.”

Dr Payne beamed a smile at me. “I can't think of three nicer people whom I would wish to join together. Thank you so much for asking me to preside, Laura. I've prepared some words, following the guidelines you gave me.”

“Oh, thank you, Sam,” replied Laura.

“And Mr Kelly, do you mind if I call you Stephen today. After all, we can forget the formality of a doctor-patient relationship on an occasion like this.”

“That's quite all right, er... Dr Payne,” I replied, presuming that whilst she was dropping the formalities, I was expected to retain them.

“Shall we make a start?” Laura asked.

“Yes, I can't wait!” exclaimed the doctor, excitedly.

oooOOooo

She cleared her throat and then gravely announced, “We are gathered here today to solemnise a female-led relationship between Miss Laura Smith, Miss Amy Jessop and Stephen Kelly, with the intention that vows are exchanged that confirm the wishes of the three parties to devote the rest of their lives in the service of one another.”

There was a moment of silence as we all reflected on what the doctor had said. And then she continued, “Do you have Stephen's blindfold?”

Laura passed over a sleep mask that she uses to obscure my vision and Dr Payne secured it around my head. “Stephen, you wear this mask to demonstrate your blind faith that you trust your two mistresses to guide you through life. Do you have Stephen's handcuffs?”

I heard a clink as they were produced, and I voluntarily placed my hands behind my back, allowing the doctor to secure my wrists. “Stephen, you wear these handcuffs to show that you demonstrate your helplessness in front of your two mistresses and your reliance on them to care for you.”

There was another pause, and a further clearing of Dr Payne's throat. “Stephen, Laura and Amy, please stand shoulder to shoulder, with Stephen in the middle. Good... now, Stephen, kneel.”

We got ourselves in position, the two girls ensuring I was correctly aligned.

“Stephen, do you accept that you are entering into a female-led relationship with Miss Laura Smith and Miss Amy Jessop and that, in so doing, you are relinquishing all your former rights and privileges?”

“Er... yes!”

“The appropriate words are 'I do', Stephen,” corrected the doctor.

“Sorry... I do!”

“Stephen, do you accept that from this day forth you will become the subjugated property of Miss Laura and Miss Amy, and that you will serve them in any way they may wish, and you will do so without complaint or dissent, nor in expectation of any reward or gratitude.”

“I do.”

“Do you promise to love, cherish, worship and obey Miss Laura and Miss Amy?”

“I do.”

“Do you willingly gift all your worldly goods to Miss Laura and Miss Amy, accepting that from this day forth you will own nothing?”

“Er... I do.”

“Do you willingly gift all your savings and future earnings to Miss Laura and Miss Amy in return for them looking after and caring for you, knowing that you have no say in how, or on whom, any money may be spent?”

“Er... I do.”

“Do you accept that you have lost all freedoms and that Miss Laura and Miss Amy will control your future life, taking any and all necessary decisions on your behalf?”

“I do.”

“Do you willingly accept that Miss Laura and Miss Amy, despite their love for you, and indeed because of their love for you, have a sombre duty to punish you in any way they find fit, should you fail them for any reason?”

“I do.”

“Do you willingly accept that you will spend the rest of your life locked in a chastity cage and that any temporary release from that cage will be at the sole discretion of Miss Laura and Miss Amy?”

“I do.”

Dr Payne then turned her attention to Laura and Amy.

“Laura and Amy, do you accept joint ownership of Stephen?”

“I do,” they replied in unison.

“Do you promise not to abuse your position as his owner, but to love and take care of him for the rest of your lives?”

“I do,” they answered together.

“Do you promise to allow him reasonable use of his former possessions, as long as he accepts that he no longer owns them and he treats them responsibly and with care?”

“I do,” they said as one.

“Do you promise to treat him strictly and, out of love for him, to punish him when he deserves punishment, and not to let sentimentality and mawkishness obstruct your duties as his mistresses and disciplinarians.”

“I do,” they responded.

“Do you promise to keep him locked in chastity for the rest of his days, and that neither one of you may agree to his temporary release without the consent of the other?”

“I do,” they said.

“Do you promise, for the good of his health, to relieve him of a build-up of seminal fluid at least once every four weeks, in any way that may be convenient for you.”

“I do,” they exclaimed.

“Other than disciplining him in a responsible way, do you promise not to maltreat Stephen and not to leave him with any permanent marks following punishment?”

“I do,” they concluded.

“Amy, do you accept that Laura is the leader of this female-led relationship, and that you are only her second-in-command?”

“I do.”

“Amy, do you promise to love and cherish Laura for the rest of your days?”

“I do.”

“Do you promise, within reason, to obey Laura and accept that failing to do so may result in you being punished in any way that Laura sees fit?”

“Er... I do.”

“Laura, do you accept that Amy is your deputy in this female-led relationship?”

“I do.”

“Do you promise to love and cherish her for the rest of your days?”

“I do.”

“Do you promise to put your love for her to one side and punish her, should she fail to fulfil her commitments to you and to Stephen?”

“I do.”

“Laura, do you have the collar?”

I guessed that Laura passed the eternity collar to the doctor.

“Stephen Kelly, do you accept this collar as a symbol of your future servitude and vassalage to Miss Laura Smith and Miss Amy Jessop, understanding that once it is locked on, it can never be removed other than by brute force?”

“I do.” I felt the ring being placed around my neck and then there was a click as it irreversibly locked into position.

“Laura and Amy, do you have the rings? Please place a ring on each other's finger as a sign of your commitment to this union.” They did so, leaning over me.

“With this collar and these rings, I pronounce you vassal and two mistresses! The two mistresses may exchange kisses.”

Despite being blindfolded, I was aware of them leaning over me. I could smell their perfume as they embraced one another in a prolonged kiss.

“Stephen, you may now kiss the altars of your two mistresses, starting with the more senior, Miss Laura. Amy, please guide him into the correct position so that he may fulfil his duty.”

Amy steered me so that I was in a suitable position. I detected Laura's sweet essence and soon my lips were in contact with her wet sex. Unlike me, she appeared not to have been wearing a thong. Gently, I allowed my tongue to tease her clit, and she responded with a slight wiggle.

“That's enough kissing, Stephen,” urged the doctor. “The consummation of the union can come later.”

I broke contact with Laura and she manoeuvred me so that I could show my devotion to Amy, who was also wet and smelt heavenly.

“Okay, Mr Kelly, you can stop and stand up now. There are some documents you all need to sign to make this official.”

After a delay of a few minutes, my blindfold was removed, and then my handcuffs were unlocked. A one page form was presented to me, that had already been signed by Laura and Amy. It was a summary of the vows we had exchanged. There they were in black and white. I was handed the pen, but I hesitated for a moment, coming to terms with what I had promised, such as giving up all my possessions and money, agreeing to lifelong chastity, and accepting that I would be punished if I failed to meet my mistresses' expectations. I was being reduced to a servant—or a vassal as it had been termed. But at least I wasn't referred to as a slave.

Reflecting for a few more moments, I felt that my life wasn't going to change much. This document merely formalised some details and confirmed my obligations. Moreover, I was in love with both girls and, equally importantly, they had confessed their love for me. Admittedly, ours would be a strange set-up, an unequal triangular relationship where all the power, wealth and possessions rested with Laura and Amy, but I couldn't think of any way my life could get better. I added my signature to the bottom.

My thoughts were interrupted by Dr Payne. “Congratulations to all three of you.”

Laura disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of Champagne which she cracked open. Amy produced four glasses—yes, four glasses—and we all toasted the future of our new union.

“I'm going to go now, because I'm sure you'll all wish to consummate your nuptials,” announced the doctor, before giving each of us a kiss on the lips.

Laura saw Dr Payne out and returned smiling. “She's right! We've some consummating to do! Amy, put Stevie back in handcuffs and then both of you follow me to the bedroom. Let the fun begin!”

THE END