Chapter 2

“ ... I don’t want you up here when Tina is, least not yet,” I told my brother as we stood at the top of the attic stairs where I was selecting a mask for him to wear and one for me as well.

“Got it,” Larin replied as we fitted his mask; I thought the Zoro mask suited him well.

“Meet cuck number one...” I said as I pointed to my bound husband who was still silhouetted in the window, “ ... and this used to be Cantor ... now he’s cuck-two,” I bragged as I walked up to Cantor who was bound in a kneeling position.

“Ughh!” Cantor grunted after I kicked him in his bound balls.

“Say thank you!” I commanded.

“Ahhh ... thank you ... mistress,” he said with a pained look on his face.

“Oh, that’s my other doormat, Kytt,” I told Larin who was sizing up Kytt already as she squatted sexily for him. She had nothing on but countless piercings and an eager smile. “You can use her ... in about anyway you want,” I teased.

“So, you switch her out with Tina, I’m guessing,” he remarked as he allowed Kytt to crawl up to him, where she then unzipped his fly. With a questioning look at me, he stopped Kytt by cupping a hand over his groan, then let her continue when I grinned and nodded. “Ohhh—one on the tongue!” he gasped as Kytt’s blowjob started.

“Enjoy!” I said as I watched out the window for a moment, seeing now that three girls were looking up at me, or more likely my cuck-husband. “Duty calls,” I announced as I headed for the stairs.

“Ahhhh, yeahhh...” he huffed as I closed the attic door behind me.

“See something you like?” I called out sarcastically to the three girls as I crossed the lawn toward them. Two I knew as distant cousins and the third I guessed had been here in the past, but I didn’t recall her name. Early twenties, I guessed, except for Latisha, who I guessed was closer to eighteen, maybe even seventeen. She was Wilis’s estranged daughter, I recalled now, with a first cousin of mine, and had some black features from her father but could almost pass for white. Wilis had divorced her mother more than ten years ago by now, I figured.

They all three giggled like teenagers before Paula, the apparent leader of the trio dared to ask,, “Is that a real person up there?”

“Yes, can’t you tell?” I asked as I turned to admire my husband’s silhouette once again, thinking now that someone had spilled the beans again. If one didn’t know exactly where to look and do so at the right angle, they wouldn’t be able to make out much details of the man in the window; from where we stood, we could!

“He’s kind of moving,” Maggy, the other girl with them remarked.

“He’s naked!” Latisha hissed as she turned away in apparent embracement as the three giggled together for a few moments.

My stable needed to grow more, I told myself as I chuckled along with them. No real money coming in from any perspective sugar-daddies yet, but hey, one of these pretty girls could be the bait my attic needed. “Have some cocktails,” I suggested as I motioned toward the drinks table with three fingers held hide, signaling my volunteer bartender that I was fine with these girls being given alcohol.

Thirty minutes later, and about two drinks each, I had three young girls pestering me about what was really going on up in the attic. My brother was still up there, I guessed, and so I could imagine he’d fucked Kytt by now. Would these girls run out screaming or not, I asked myself as I considered showing them the horrors of the attic. “I’ll take you up ... but one of you has to volunteer to stand naked in the window beside my cuck,” I warned.

The three stood silent as they sipped their cocktails, each looking occasionally up at the attic windows. “Do it Maggy!” Paula exclaimed before bursting into a fit of laughter along with Latisha, this as Maggy’s jaw dropped.

“Why does it have to be me—you’re the showoff!” Maggy teased loudly.

“Pick a leader—but you’ll have to do what she says,” I told them as I started walking slowly backwards, toward the house. “Come on, we’ll pick out some lingerie for one of you!”

“You’re the girlboss?” I asked Paula and the other two girls, just to reaffirm the vote, this as we stood on the attic stairs while I picked out masks for them.

“Yeah!” Paula exclaimed as she gave the other two a daring look.

“Ok ... one mistress mask for you,” I declared as I fitted her with a mean looking cat mask, “ ... and for Maggy, let’s try this,” I suggested as I fitted her with a fancy veil-mask that hid nearly all of her face. Latisha, I fitted with a mask that hid her eyes completely, though still allowed her to see well. All three gasped when I opened the attic door to reveal an ever-growing dungeon.

I kept the place clean looking and well lit, so wasn’t too worried about terrifying the girls, though they could see my naked-cuck husband now, bound in front of the window; his dick soft of course, and nearly touching the glass. The three did their best to control their embarrassed laughter as I led them past my amused looking brother, who looked fucked out at this point as he sat on a bench with a towel across his lap. My doormat, Kytt, was sitting cross-legged and naked at his feet; this got some wide-eyed looks from the three;

I closed the curtains behind us once in the little alcove I’d set aside for just this purpose; which was to pick out sexy outfits for visitors as well as frequent participants. “You’re up, Paula,” I declared as I began searching through the rack of lingerie for possibilities, “Pick one for Maggy—she can’t object now.”

“Ummmm,” Maggy whined in protest as Paula began searching alongside me with a big grin on her face.

“Ohhhh yeah!” Paula exclaimed as she pulled off the rack an all-white set; complete with a push-up half-bra, thigh-high fishnet stockings and panties that tied at the hips.

“Shirt off,” I demanded of Maggy before she could object much; she was just drunk enough to allow Paula and I to get her naked from the waist up. With the pushup bra in place, her nipples pointed straight out in full view. I managed to get some Velcro cuffs on her as we dressed her and winked then at Paula, as we secured this new pet’s hands behind her back.

“Eeiiii!” Maggy practically screeched when the two of us pulled her leggings down to reveal G-string panties.

We got the panties off as a horrified Latisha watched; obviously fearful that she was next. I tied the white panties at Maggy’s hips, admiring her trimmed bush I did so, then helped Paula get the stockings on her. After a garter belt to finish things off, we then turned to the rack again as Latisha melted into a corner as if trying to disappear.