Ffion Chooses Slavery Pt. 05

When C starts a lesbian affair her husband has to choose between fighting for her or accepting her offer to feminise him. As a long time crossdresser he chooses to become Ffion. C’s affair with Jenny deepens but she still has a place in her heart for Ffion. The lovers tempt Ffion with a life of submission as btheir house keeper. The intensity of their relationships grows;C and Jenny are had over heels in love with each other, the two lovers and their submissive housekeeper grow a different kind of love. When someone jokingly asks if Ffion is their slave an idea is born and Ffion is guided along the path to slavery.

This story is about how that chance remark became Ffion’s reality.

Ffion tossed and turned in sleeplessness. She’d made a huge mistake. Get out now, get out now. But slowly she calmed herself. It struck her that Catryn was right; she had got what she wanted. She was a slave, she was with the love of her life. The love of her life was living in joy and happiness. Jenny was a wonderful person who made C so happy. It was true, Ffion was feeling sorry for herself. When she’d woken in the barn she was happy and looking forward to her first day as a slave. What a bizarre idea it was to be happily looking forward to a day as a slave. But as soon as C had found her in the kitchen the speed of events made Ffion panic. Having a cup smashed in her face had been horrible and the day seemed to have gone down hill from there. To end the day breaking one of the greatest of all taboos revolted her.

But then, in the small hours of the night her mind put the day into some sort of order. The rough and abrasive handling she had received from C, while it had shocked Ffion at the time, was surely reasonable; if there was no change in attitude on Ffion’s descent into slavery, what was the point of becoming a slave? Why should life go on as it had previously? C and Jenny must have thought about it, planned it, delivered it. They had to underline that a change had occurred; the relationship had to feel different to Ffion; today they were owners and she was theirs. Not only should Ffion have expected a dramatic change on day one, she should expect further surprises. She should expect them to push her hard, to test her resolve, to impose their will.

And who was she, Ffion, who was she to have moral qualms about anything? The events with Catryn left Ffion feeling unclean. Her distress over breaking taboo at Catryn’s behest was real, but was she entitled to feel that way? Was there any greater taboo than the one she had broken by wishing slavery on herself? How could she feel revolted at Catryn’s demands when Ffion herself had chosen to become an object of revulsion. Did Jenny and C know? Could she keep it from them? They would be disgusted, they would sell her and she would deserve it.

There was only one hope. She would throw herself on their mercy. She would confess, she would pull herself together, she would be their slave.

With these thoughts on endless repeat Ffion planned to get up at dawn.

Ffion awoke with a start as the cover were pulled off her. Jenny was standing over the bed with a face like thunder. The first three blows landed before Ffion was properly awake. Jenny was wielding a metre length of heavy duty rubber hose that thumped into Ffion with a dull thud. Ffion raised her hands to protect her face, Jenny swung and the hose thumped into the gusset of Ffion’s panties. Ffion doubled up and the blows continued to rain down on her. Finally Jenny stood over the quivering heap of pain, face red and body sweaty from her efforts.

“Downstairs. NOW.”

Ffion staggered to her feet, and, clad only in short nightie and a pair of control knickers, tenderly walked down the stairs where she was shepherded into the sitting room. Jenny joined C on the couch while Catryn watched from the armchair where she’d enjoyed herself the night before.

C spoke, “We need to have a conversation. We need to talk about what it means to be a slave. Tell me, how do you think you’ve done since we owned you?”

Ffion stood, trembling.

“In your own time.”

C’s passive aggression unnerved Ffion.

“I’m sorry, I’ve left you all down. I thought it would carry on like before but I was wrong. You came down hard on me from the very first moment and I was wrong to expect anything less. I hope you can forgive me for that but I’m afraid I’ve done something unforgivable and I don’t deserve you.”

“Well, spit it out,” barked C.

“I’m sorry, and it’s hard for me to even say it, but last night after you and Jenny had gone to bed I did sexual things with Catryn.”

“What exactly did you do?”

“It started down here when I massaged her while she played with herself but after that…… after that, I…. I licked her, I mean sexually, I mean cunnilingus. With your daughter, my flesh and blood. I’m so ashamed.”

C looked at Ffion, “Why?”

“She told me to. She said she’d get you to punish me if I didn’t.”

C and Jenny looked at each other then smiled to Catryn. Catryn fiddled with the TV remote and, to her horror, Ffion saw herself in the act of kissing Catryn’s pudenda.

“You’re a slave. You don’t have the moral authority to choose between the acceptable and the non acceptable, so at least there was one instance where you behaved like a slave and did what you were asked without whining or bursting into tears.”

Ffion looked from face to face, dumbfounded.

C continued, “However, other people, maybe even the police, may not look upon it in the same way. We have the whole session, both upstairs and downstairs saved as video, but sadly without sound. I think you understand the implications. If you ever think of changing your mind, think of being a free person, well, this video may get to be shared more widely. And without sound, we control the narrative, such as suggesting you coerced your own daughter.”

Catryn smiled up at Ffion, “Did I ever mention that I would betray you? The next time I want my jollies, I’ll tell you to do the same again. But don’t worry, the next time I’ll be doing it for fun, without the camera.”

Catryn turned to C and Jenny, “It was good fun, she’s quite good with her tongue.”

Jenny laughed, “I might give her a try!”

“Now, about whining and bursting into tears,” said C. “it has to stop. As it happens, one of the gifts we received looks like just the ticket.”

C handed Ffion a box. The picture on the front was gag and it was called ‘The Silencer’. Ffion opened the packet and inside was a piece of moulded silicone shaped a little like a boxer’s gum shield.

“Go on, try it.”

Ffion opened her mouth as wide as she could and put it in. There was a space for her upper and lower teeth and a bulge in the upper plate that depressed her tongue and forced it towards a confined space. It was close to a fit but not a good fit. Jenny and C looked on approvingly.

“Go and boil some water.”

Ffion went into the kitchen and placed the device into the boiling for five minutes. Then she put it back in her mouth and bit down hard. She could feel the thing moulding to the shape of her bite.

“How does that feel?”

Ffion started to remove the lump of silicone but one look from C made it clear she was meant to keep it in. Ffion made some muffled incoherent noises.

“Let’s see how you get on with that for a little while. Now just in case you’re tempted to slip it out it comes with a harness strappy thing. Let’s try it!”

Jenny stood behind Ffion and she adjusted two webbing straps, one running to the back of Ffion’s head, the other one over the top of her head. She stood back and admired her work.

“How does that feel?” asked Jenny.

Ffion grunted. C and Catryn giggled. Two clicks and Jenny had secured the gag with little padlocks then she went to sit down next to C.

“If she went out with a head scarf it would look like a COVID mask to a casual glance,” said Jenny.

“Perfect,” said C.

“Get us coffee and biscuits,” said Catryn.

And Ffion did as she was asked. Ffion was given tasks and she got on. Each time her path crossed with her owners or the young Mistress she was acutely conscious that she was mute. She made a hearty lunch of vegetable risotto, wondering all the while whether she would be allowed to eat. Ffion set the table for lunch then called her owners through by making knife and fork gestures.

“I’ll buy you a dinner gong for Christmas,” Catryn promised C and Jenny.

Ffion served to food then waited at the table as the three free women ate. She listened to them chatting and wished she could join in their light hearted conversation. They were free and easy with each other, talking, as free people do. Standing in the corner, waiting for them to be ready for coffee and cake, Ffion waited in silence. Ffion served the coffee and cake then took the used dishes back into the kitchen and washed up. She returned to the dining room to clear the table. C followed her back into the kitchen.

“Oh Dear! You’ve washed up all the diner plates. I was going to suggest you ate our left overs. It’s it all in the compost bin?”

Ffion nodded. C unlocked the gag and allowed Ffion to take the Silencer out of her mouth.

C held a finger up to her mouth, “Sush! Not a word. Shame about your lunch, it was really nice. Get yourself a glass of water.”

Ffion drank gratefully, then C held the Silencer out. Ffion noticed Jenny standing in the door way fingering an electric cattle prod and meekly accepted that her enforced quiet was to continue. Ffion put the silicone lump into her mouth, closed her jaw and stood passively while the mask was strapped to her head and padlocked.

Ffion’s afternoon was spent clearing the barn, tidying it back to its pre party state. Her owners left her to it and her solitude weighed heavily on her. Satisfied that her work was complete she returned to the kitchen to prepare a lasagne. Catryn and her owners had spent the afternoon relaxing, watching old films and chatting. From the kitchen she could hear their cheerful voices and the knowledge they were chatting happily rubbed off on Ffion. One more she laid the table and summoned them to eat by gestures. They ate heartily then returned to the sitting room without giving Ffion a thought but she was happy just to have been in their company while they ate.