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“Why don’t you have to wear heels?” Jared sulked, shuffling uncomfortably in his patent leather four inch shoes. Despite him being measured for them, the stiff material rubbed painfully through the thin silk of his stockings. Soft as they were, they still bit at his thighs and gave him pins and needles in his toes. “It isn’t fair!”
“Not fair?!” Rory fell back onto the settee behind him in apparent shock of his former friend and fellow sissy’s nerve. He winced, realising his mistake too late as the impact on the seat gave his still freshly tattooed arse a swat. “It was four days before Aunt Clarissa unlocked those stupid stilettos – six days before she took the corset off. She still hasn’t taken off my…” His head dropped to his caged crotch in shame. “Besides…” He moved his own feet side to side. “These have a bit of heel too. I have heard low heels can be harder to walk in than high!”
“Heard from who?!” scoffed Jared. “Stop with the pity party. I have one of those stupid butt plugs now too. I probably wouldn’t have if you hadn’t thought it a wonderful idea to stuff one in your ass to steal her money.” He instantly regreted mentioning the toy in his backside. The anime style maids’ uniforms that Clarissa had chosen to stuff them into today were far too short and it was clearly visible through the black satin of his panties. He couldn’t help feel exposed.
Both boys fell silent. This had been their lives now for the last three weeks. Aunt Clarissa and occasionally Anna kept them, painted them, used them… They were prissy dolls to stuff into whatever ridiculous outfit had been chosen for that day – then torment, humiliate and, if they were lucky, on a day such as today, left to do chores around the very much alive Aunt Clarissa’s house. Each was a prisoner – one to locks and keys, the other to a contract.
“How do we get out of this?” Jared said quietly while fidgeting with the itchy lace around one of his gloves.
“Well, for a start you need to get that contract back,” Rory replied. “Even ignoring the fact she legally owns you, she could use it to get you done for fraud if she wanted. Guys in prison will make Clarissa seem gentle by comparison. Me? No way am I leaving here with this still on!” He nodded at the tiny locked cage imprisoning his cock.
“We’re screwed, aren’t we?” Jared groaned.
“Not yet…” Rory sighed, looking over his shoulder to where Aunt Clarissa has just entered the room with Anna in tow – a big red dildo in one hand, and a big blue dildo in the other. “But soon...”
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