Shopping!!!
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the room where Tommy lay curled up in his bed. His body still hummed with the aftereffects of the night before, but his mind was clear, his heart light. The ambivalence was gone. He trusted his Masters completely, and all he wanted was to make them happy. He felt like a child on Christmas morning, buzzing with excitement for the day ahead.
Riccardo, Marco, and Francesca stood in the doorway, watching him with a mix of affection and dominance. "Wake up, good boy," Riccardo said, his voice firm but warm. "Today, we’re going shopping. You’re going to get everything you need for your new life."
Tommy’s eyes sparkled with joy. "Yes, Masters," he replied, his voice eager and submissive.
🚗 The Car Ride: A Slave in the Trunk
The four of them piled into the car, but Tommy wasn’t allowed in the backseat. "Trunk, good boy," Francesca said, patting the back of the vehicle. Tommy didn’t hesitate. He climbed into the trunk, curling up like a content puppy, his heart swelling with gratitude. The trunk closed with a soft thud, and the car started moving.
As they drove, Tommy could hear the muffled voices of his Masters, their laughter, the occasional comment about him. "He’s so eager," Marco chuckled. "I love it."
"He’s ours," Riccardo replied, a note of pride in his voice. "And we’re going to take good care of him."
Tommy smiled in the darkness, feeling loved and owned.
📝 Signing Up for the Gym and Pole Dance Class
Before starting their shopping spree, the Masters decided to make an unexpected stop. "Today, we’re signing you up for the gym," Riccardo announced as they parked in front of a high-end fitness center. "And for a pole dance class."
Tommy’s heart beat faster. "Thank you, Masters," he whispered, moved.
The Masters led him inside, where they signed the paperwork for his membership. "We want you strong and flexible for us," Marco explained while Tommy signed with a trembling hand. "The gym will help you sculpt your body, and pole dancing will make you agile and sensual."
Tommy nodded, feeling a new determination grow inside him. "I’ll do my best, Master."
The Masters smiled, proud. "We know, good boy."
🛍️ The Sex Shop: Emptying the Shelves
Their first stop was a high-end sex shop. The moment they walked in, Riccardo announced to the shopkeeper, "We’re here for our slave. He needs everything." The shopkeeper, used to eccentric customers, simply nodded and started pulling out items.
Tommy knelt by the counter, his eyes wide with wonder as his Masters picked out item after item:
A high-quality chastity cage, sleek and comfortable, with a small padlock.
Giant dildos, some as thick as Tommy’s wrist, others long and curved.
Enormous butt plugs, including one with a dog tail attached.
Whips and floggers of various materials—leather, silicone, even one with tiny metal spikes.
Sensory deprivation hoods, blindfolds, and noise-canceling headphones for hypnosis sessions.
An O-ring gag and a penis gag, the latter making Tommy’s cock twitch just at the sight of it.
A sounding kit, complete with sterile rods of varying sizes.
Nipple clamps and pumps, ball stretchers, and a ball crushing device.
Wax play candles, clamps, and a vibrating prostate massager.
Tommy’s face flushed with excitement as he watched the pile grow. "Use my account," he said softly, his voice trembling with gratitude. "It’s the least I can do for you."
Riccardo smirked. "Good boy."
By the time they left, the shopkeeper was staring at them in awe. "You guys really did empty the place," he muttered as they walked out, bags in hand.
👗 The Wig Shop: Masculine and Feminine Identities
Next, they stopped at a wig shop. Tommy’s eyes lit up as his Masters picked out two styles: one that matched his own hair, and another—a long, blonde wig that cascaded in soft waves.
"For when you’re our pretty little sissy," Francesca cooed, holding up the blonde wig. Tommy’s cock twitched in his cage, his mind already racing with possibilities.
"And this one," Marco said, holding up the masculine wig, "for when you need to look like our good boy in public."
Tommy nodded eagerly. "Thank you, Masters."
👙 The Lingerie Store: A Sissy’s First Outfit
The lingerie store was next. Tommy’s face burned with a mix of shame and excitement as his Masters picked out a full sissy outfit for him: a lacy black bra, panties, stockings, and a cute little skirt. They even found a pair of heels that would fit his feet.
"You’ll look so pretty for us," Riccardo murmured, holding up the bra to Tommy’s chest. Tommy’s breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation.
They completed the outfit with a small makeup kit—lipstick, eyeliner, blush—before moving on to their next stop.
🐕 The Pet Store: A Dog’s Life
The pet store was the most humbling stop of all. Tommy followed his Masters down the aisles, his heart pounding as they picked out items for him:
A dog bowl, engraved with the words "Good Boy" in elegant script.
A bag of high-quality dog food, along with a few treats
A chew toy, shaped like a bone.
A plush dog bed, large enough for Tommy to curl up in.
But the pièce de résistance was the dog cage. It was spacious, with a soft cushion inside and a sturdy lock. Tommy’s eyes filled with tears of gratitude. "For you," Francesca said, running her hand along the bars. "So you always have a place to rest."
Tommy’s eyes filled with tears. "Thank you, Masters," he whispered.
💉 The Piercing Studio: Marking Ownership
Their next stop was a piercing studio. The piercer, a professional with a no-nonsense attitude, took one look at the group and simply nodded. "Where do you want them?"
"Everywhere," Riccardo replied, a smirk playing on his lips.
One by one, Tommy’s body was adorned with piercings:
Tongue, so they could pull it when they wanted.
Ears, for a more traditional look.
Nose, a small hoop that glinted in the light.
Nipples, clamped and pierced, the metal rings glinting against his skin.
Cock, a Prince Albert piercing that made Tommy gasp as the needle went through.
Tommy took it all with grace, his body trembling but his mind serene. "Thank you," he murmured each time a new piercing was added.
✏️ The Tattoo Parlor: A Permanent Bond
The last stop was a tattoo parlor. The tattoo artist, a burly man with a kind face, listened as the Masters explained what they wanted.
"We want our initials on his back," Marco said. "And we want his initial on us."
The artist nodded, understanding the significance. He started with Tommy, carefully etching R, M, F onto his shoulder blades, one for each Master. Tommy winced at the pain but didn’t make a sound, his eyes filled with tears of joy.
Then, one by one, his Masters took their turn. Riccardo went first, getting a small T tattooed on his wrist. Marco chose his collarbone, and Francesca, her ankle. Tommy watched, his heart swelling with love as each of them marked themselves as his.
"Now we’re truly yours," Riccardo said, his voice thick with emotion. "And you’re truly ours."
Tommy nodded, unable to speak through the lump in his throat.
🏠 Home: Setting Up the Cage
Finally, they arrived home. The Masters carried the dog cage into Tommy’s room, placing it in the corner where the light filtered in just right. They lined the bottom with the plush cushion and began arranging Tommy’s new items inside:
The hypnosis headphones, along with a playlist of recordings made just for him.
Photos of his three Masters, so he could look at them whenever he wanted.
His daily routine, printed out and laminated.
Medical textbooks, for when he needed to study during his cage time.
His phone charger, so he could still reach out if he needed to.
Tommy watched as they arranged everything, his heart full.
🔥 The Transformation: A Body Remade
The Masters gathered around Tommy, their eyes gleaming with dark excitement. "Now, good boy," Riccardo said, his voice dropping into a commanding tone. "Let’s see what we can do with that body of yours."
Tommy nodded eagerly, his body already responding to their commands.
First, they shaved him completely—his head, his body, even his pubic hair. Only his eyebrows were left untouched. Tommy watched in the mirror as his reflection changed, his body becoming smoother, more vulnerable.
"Good," Marco murmured, running a hand over Tommy’s now hairless chest. "Now, let’s see how well you can take our commands."
With a mere thought, Tommy felt his erection fade, his cock softening in the cage. His Masters smirked, their control over his body absolute.
"Look at that," Francesca said, her voice filled with awe. "No more unwanted erections."
Next, they dilated his ass, stretching him until his hole was gaping, his prolapse visible. Tommy whimpered as they played with it, pushing it in and out, making him feel the stretch, the vulnerability. "You’ll always be open for us," Riccardo said, his voice dark with promise.
Tommy’s body trembled as they controlled his bladder, making him feel the urgent need to piss, only to deny him release. "You’ll only go when we say so," Marco murmured, his hand resting on Tommy’s lower belly.
They stretched his mouth unnaturally wide, pressing down on his tongue until his gag reflex vanished. "You’ll take anything we give you," Francesca said, her fingers tracing his lips.
They made him vomit, over and over, just to show him they could. Tommy’s stomach heaved, but he took it, his mind already accepting this new reality.
They blinded and deafened and choke him for a few moments, just to remind him of their absolute control. Tommy whimpered, but he didn’t fight it. He trusted them completely.
They inflamed his skin, making him feel as if he were on fire, only to soothe it with a touch. "Pain and pleasure, both ours to give," Riccardo murmured.
They stretched his balls, pulling and twisting them until they ached, then used the ball stretcher to keep them elongated. "You’ll always be ready for us," Marco growled.
They dilated his urethra, inserting a sounding rod until Tommy’s cock dripped with precum, his body trembling with the invasion. "You’re ours, inside and out," Francesca whispered.
Finally, they swelled his nipples, pumping them until they were huge and sensitive, then clamped them tightly. Tommy gasped, his body arching with the pain and pleasure.
Through it all, Tommy didn’t use his safe word. He took it all, his body and mind reshaping under their commands. His Masters were intoxicated by the power they held over him, their eyes dark with lust and pride.
"Look at yourself," Riccardo commanded, turning Tommy to face the mirror.
Tommy stared at his reflection—his shaved body, his stretched hole, his swollen nipples, his dilated mouth. He looked like a completely different person, reshaped by their will.
"Most slaves have to earn these modifications," Marco said, his voice thick with pride. "But you? You’re already perfect for us."
Tommy’s eyes filled with tears. "Thank you, Masters," he whispered.
"Now," Francesca said, her voice softening. "Clean up your mess."
Tommy nodded, kneeling to lick up the cum, piss, and shit they’d made him expel. The reprogramming had worked—he did it with joy, his mind already accepting this as his new normal.
Once Tommy had finished licking up every last trace of his mess from the floor, Francesca placed her hands gently on his shoulders. A soft, golden light emanated from her palms, seeping into his body. "There," she murmured, her voice firm but tender. "I’ve just cleared out any harmful bacteria from your system. You’re a future doctor, Tommy. You know ingesting human waste is potentially dangerous."
Riccardo crossed his arms, his expression a mix of sternness and affection. "We know, little pet, that the more disgusting the things you eat, the more it excites you. But we won’t let you harm yourself."
Marco stepped forward, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Thank your Mistress for looking after your health like a proper doctor. And thank Belial and Luciferiel for the powers they’ve given us—otherwise, with all the filth we make you eat, you’d have some serious health issues."
Tommy looked up at them, his eyes still glazed but his heart full. "Yes, Masters," he whispered, his voice thick with gratitude. He knew they were right—this wasn’t just about pleasure or submission. It was about care. And in that moment, he felt it more than ever.
🍽️ Dinner: A Slave’s First Meal
After the transformations, the Masters led Tommy to the kitchen. "Cook for us," Riccardo commanded.
Tommy nodded, moving on unsteady legs to prepare a simple but delicious meal. As his Masters sat at the table, Tommy served them, then knelt by his dog bowl, waiting.
Francesca smiled, pouring a mix of dog food and table scraps into the bowl. "Eat, good boy," she said.
Tommy ate eagerly, his mind already accepting this as part of his new life.
🛋️ Relaxation: A Moment of Tenderness
After dinner, the four of them settled onto the couch. The atmosphere shifted, becoming softer, more intimate. Tommy’s prolapse had retreated, his hole now plugged with a large butt plug. He wore his chastity cage, the urethral sounding rod still in place, his nipples clamped. His Masters had dressed him in a soft pajama set, their hands gentle as they adjusted the fabric.
"How do you feel?" Riccardo asked, his voice warm.
Tommy thought for a moment. "Tired," he admitted. "But excited. And… happy. I wanted all of this." He looked up at them, his eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you."
"Do you have any regrets?" Marco asked, his voice serious.
Tommy shook his head. "No, Masters. I wanted this. I needed this."
"And us?" Francesca asked, her voice soft. "How do you think we did?"
Tommy smiled. "You were perfect. I’ve never felt so… seen."
His Masters exchanged glances, a mix of relief and pride in their eyes. "We were worried we’d go too far," Riccardo admitted. "But you took it all so well. You’re stronger than we thought."
"And you’re still you," Marco added, ruffling Tommy’s hair. "Our Tommy. Just… more."
Tommy’s heart swelled. "I love you," he whispered.
"We love you too, good boy," Francesca replied, her voice thick with emotion.
📺 Netflix and Chill: A Slave’s Place
The Masters let Tommy choose what to watch. He picked a show, then hesitated. "Can I… be your footrest?" he asked, his voice hopeful.
His Masters exchanged amused glances. "Not tonight, good boy," Riccardo said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Tonight, you’re our puppy."
Tommy’s face fell slightly, but he obeyed, curling up on the couch like a little dog, his head resting on Francesca’s lap. His Masters took turns petting him, their hands gentle, their voices warm as they laughed at the show, teased Tommy about plot holes, and shared stories from their day.
Tommy felt complete. He was still him—still their friend, their slave, their good boy. And they loved him for all of it.
🛏️ Bedtime: A Slave’s Rest
When it was time for bed, the Masters led Tommy to his cage. They helped him inside, adjusting the cushion and handing him the hypnosis headphones.
"Listen to this," Marco said, playing a recording of their voices. "Remember, you’re loved. As Tommy, and as our slave. You’re both."
Tommy nodded, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. "Goodnight, Masters," he murmured.
Before closing the cage, Tommy hesitated. "Masters…" he said softly, "tomorrow I have class. Can I… take out the piercings and wear the masculine wig? So I can look normal?"
His Masters exchanged a glance, then smiled. "Of course, good boy," Riccardo replied, his voice warm. "You’ll be our perfect student by day… and our perfect slave by night."
Tommy’s heart swelled with gratitude. "Thank you, Masters."
They each kissed his forehead before closing the cage door. "Goodnight, good boy," Riccardo said.
Tommy closed his eyes, the sound of their voices washing over him as he drifted off to sleep, safe and loved and exactly where he belonged.
