My Mistress just talked with people about me in front of me. It was like that. Being a 24/7 sub, I was used this and a lot of other things. Some might think that being a t-girl sub to a Mistress in a house full of lesbian women is some kind of fantasy. Well, let me tell you, fantasies are arousing but once you're in a situation that goes on and on, like being a sub in house of five women, one of them being your Mistress, there's a lot of time spent just fitting in.
Let me tell you about some rules first. They are young adult women; I am a girl.
And a sub girl at that. I don't have adult conversations. I dress like a girl and I'm polite and respectful to everyone. And I speak when spoken to. I bit like Victorian England, only with lesbians.
Another rule, I don't flirt with anyone, not even visiting boys. I am my Mistresses good girl. Her little pet.
And I do all of what would be my Mistresses share of the housework and more if the ladies ask my Mistress to cover their share.
It's one of those big old Californian bungalow style houses. And with five young ladies living in what is probably the most exciting times of their lives, there's plenty of housework needs doing.
And my Mistress, having a sub, has become somewhat nonchalant about making a mess and having it dutifully tidied up by her sub. And there's always someone to kitchenhand for as well. Kitty, come and help such and such chop vegetables, Kitty the dog went through the kitchen with wet paws, Kitty... You get the idea.
Sub girl statis.
More rules, ladies wear high heels; girls wear flat mary janes with tights or long socks. That kind of thing. Definitely no makeup.
And then among all of that, the house rules, the etiquette, the housework and all the routines, occasionally something would happen.
Mistress being with one of Her girlfriends, who'd taken an interest in BDSM of late, was discussing rope play. Now neither of them had really done it before beyond Mistress attending a seminar. The conversation had nothing to do with me. Well, until Mistress said, let's try it on Kitty.
First there was the search for rope. There wasn't any. There was, however, a lot of things that would do. Mostly tights, belts, scarves, that kind of thing.
I was sat in a wooden chair in front of my Mistresses bedroom mirror. And even though all those things that could be used sounded pretty light weight, well, they sure weren't light weight when tied tightly. And they both tied tightly. Starting with my risks behind the chair and my ankles in front. Then my knees and elbows. Then to the chair itself. Chatting about it as they went.
Finally, when I could only move my head, they discussed gagging me. Use a scarf? Panties in my mouth, that kind of thing. Then Mistress got excited about an idea.
'She likes shoes, let's use a shoe.'
Mistress put one her high heel mary jane in my mouth, toes first, naturally, and they tied it tight with a thin material gown belt.
They seemed happy with that.
When you've got a shoe that shape in your mouth you can't see much except the shoe, but I'd been watching it all in the mirror and anyways, that's where they left me while they went and did something else.
'I want to try it on such and such,' my Mistresses girlfriend was saying.
'Oh, can I play too,' my Mistress replied, as the sound of them disappeared down the hallway.
And now I'm just suck there tied and stuffed looking at my Mistresses shoe. Which tasted like a shoe.
Time was frozen. All I could do was breath.
The first thing Mistress said when she came back was,' sorry I couldn't find any boys to play with you.'
Then they laughed and started drinking and making out on Her bed behind me.
That seemed to last forever.
Finally, my Mistresses girlfriend kissed Her goodbye at the front door and Mistress came and stood behind me, putting Her hands on my breasts from behind and started playing with my nipples and talking about boys in my ear until I became both frustrated by not being able to touch myself and exited at the same time... I orgasmed.
Though, the story doesn't quite end there.
There was being untied and the sensation of standing and trying to walk. I had pins and needles and almost fall over. My legs, especially my feet which I couldn't feel, and even my arms weren't all there. I had to kind of limp around.
Mistress being a bit of a sadist said, later, that I looked cute hobbling around like that.