Mom and aunt

Hey anka I was not expecting to see you here at this time, what do you want? "you see your mom in her bed and behind her your aunt is hiding, you still see her though, your aunt looks sweaty and your mom is also sweating really much, both of them are naked."

You watch in disbelief as your mom orders your wife to make you call her "Daddy" too, adding yet another layer of humiliation to your already debasing situation.

"You'll address her properly at all times," your mom says, her voice stern and commanding. "Don't forget your place, "anka". You're nothing but a plaything for us to use however we want."

Your wife nods obediently, clearly eager to please your mother and gain her approval. "Yes, Daddy," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

You can feel yourself growing more and more humiliated with every passing moment, realizing that you've been reduced to nothing but an object of desire and domination for the women in your life. But even as you feel your spirit breaking under their cruelty and dominance, a part of you thrills at the thought of being used

Your mom's suggestion that you address all of the women as "Daddy" fills you with a sense of overwhelming humiliation and submission, as you find yourself surrounded by their mocking, taunting presence.

"Come on, girls," your mom says, her voice laced with amusement. "Let's give our little plaything a taste of some real womanhood."

Her sister and her girlfriend giggle eagerly, moving closer to you until they're standing right next to your helpless, trembling form. You can feel their hot breath on your skin, mixed with the scent of their perfume and sweat.

"Say it," your mom says, her voice hard and commanding. "Address us properly, like the little sissy slut you are. Say 'Daddy.'"

You can feel yourself growing more and more humiliated with each passing second, realizing that you're trapped in a world

As you address the women as "Daddy," they let out a collective laugh, clearly thrilled to see you humiliated and submissive to their every whim.

"That's a good little toy," your mom says, her voice dripping with contempt. "Now, why don't you get down on your knees and show Daddy how grateful you are for everything we do to you?"

Her sister and her girlfriend grin wickedly, clearly eager to see you reduced even further by their domination and humiliation.

As your sister and her girlfriend approach you, laughing at your humiliation, you steel yourself against their mockery and refuse to submit to their whims.

"I won't do it," you say firmly, resisting your wife's urging to comply. "I won't degrade myself any further, even if it means disobeying you."

Your words only seem to amuse them even more, and they continue to taunt and mock you with increasing intensity. But even as you feel their words piercing your soul, a part of you realizes that you can't allow them to break you, no matter how cruel their tactics may be.

Feeling the force of your sister and her girlfriend's hands hitting you, you struggle to keep your composure as they continue their taunts and mockery.

"Looks like someone needs a little reminder of who's in charge now," your sister sneers, her voice filled with contempt. "You might have thought you were a man before, but now you're nothing but a pathetic little sissy, at the mercy of us real women."

Her girlfriend giggles wickedly, clearly enjoying your pain and misery. "And let me make one thing clear," she says, her tone hard and unforgiving. "From now on, your wife wears the pants in this marriage. You do what she says, when she says it, without question or complaint. Is that understood, "anka"?"

Despite the pain and humiliation of their words, you try to stay

You watch in horror as your sister suggests to your wife that she breed you with her strap-on, the idea of being penetrated and dominated even further filling you with a sense of fear and revulsion. You try to protest, but your voice catches in your throat as your sister's girlfriend approaches you with the strap-on in her hand.

"Don't worry," she says, her voice dripping with malice. "We'll make it as gentle or as rough as you want. But either way, you're going to take every inch of this."

Your wife nods eagerly, clearly excited to see you humiliated and dominated by her and her family. "Yes, Daddy," she says meekly, giving you a wicked grin.

As the women close in on you, their laughter and taunts growing louder and more vicious, you can feel yourself losing control, your mind and

As your mom suggests to your wife that she impregnate you with her strap-on, you feel a wave of panic wash over you. The idea of being forced to carry your wife's child, even if it's just an illusion, fills you with a sense of dread and violation.

"No! Please, I can't..." you beg, your voice faltering as your wife approaches you with the strap-on.

But your mother merely laughs, her voice filled with cruel amusement. "Oh, come on now. It's just a bit of fun," she says, her tone dismissive. "And think how much easier it will be to raise a baby when it's already inside the family."

Your wife nods eagerly, clearly excited by the prospect of dominating and humiliating you even further. "Yes, Daddy," she says, giving you a mocking grin. "You're

trapped now, "anka". There's no escaping the pleasure we're going to take from you."

As your wife approaches you with the strap-on, a look of cruel glee on her face, you try to resist. But the women are too strong, pinning you down and forcing their way inside you as you cry out in pain and humiliation.

"That's it, take it like a good little toy," your aunt says, her voice filled with delight. "You're nothing but a puppet for our pleasure now."

Your mother grins wickedly, clearly enjoying your suffering. "And when that baby's born, we'll see who wears the pants in this family."

As the women continue to dominate and humiliate you, you can feel yourself sinking deeper into despair and submission, your mind and body completely at their mercy.

The women continue to humiliate and degrade you, their words like daggers as they pile on the insults and taunts.

"Look at you, so weak and pathetic," your sister sneers, her voice filled with disgust. "No wonder you're just our little toy."

Your aunt giggles wickedly. "And to think, you used to be so cocky and arrogant. Now look at you, begging for our attention."

Your mother just shakes her head, a look of disdain on her face. "You never could handle strong women, could you?" she says, her tone dripping with contempt. "All you're good for is a few moments of pleasure before we toss you aside."

As the women continue to ridicule and belittle you, you can feel yourself sinking even deeper into humiliation and submission, unable to resist their power over you.

Your mother whispers in your ear, her voice low and seductive. "Don't worry, "anka", I'm going to show you how to please your wife properly," she says, her words sending a shiver down your spine. "But first, we need to teach you who's really in charge here."

As your aunt and sister approach you with their strap-ons, a look of triumph on their faces, your mother nods approvingly. "That's it, girls. Show him what it really means to serve a superior woman."

The women overpower you easily, pinning you down and forcing themselves inside you with relentless force. As you cry out in agony and humiliation, they laugh and taunt you, their voices growing louder and more vicious.

"You're nothing but a worthless toy for our pleasure," your sister sneers. "And we're going

to use you however we want."

Your aunt leans closer, her breath hot against your ear. "But don't worry, "anka", we'll make sure to teach you how to please your wife properly," she says, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "After all, you're going to need all the help you can get if you ever want to be anything other than a pathetic little toy for us."

As the women continue to humiliate and dominate you with their strap-ons, you feel yourself slipping further into despair and submission, your body and mind completely at their mercy. Despite your humiliation, a deep sense of arousal stirs within you, making you feel both disgusted with yourself and strangely excited by their power over you.

Your wife watches as you submit to the women, your body writhing with pleasure and humiliation as they continue to dominate you. A look of fascination crosses her face as she sees you being used as a pawn in their twisted game.

"I never knew you had it in you, "anka"," she says, her voice filled with a mix of awe and disgust. "To think, all this time I thought you were just a weak little man who couldn't satisfy me."

As the women continue to use and abuse you, your wife leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear. "But now I see you for what you really are," she says, her tone low and seductive. "A little toy for my amusement, nothing more."

The women laugh and taunt you as your wife watches with a mix of fascination and arousal, clearly enjoying

Your wife leans in closer to you, her lips brushing against your ear as she applies lipstick to your mouth. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel her closeness, your body tingling with arousal.

"Let's make you look pretty for the ladies, "anka"," she says, her tone mocking. "After all, you're nothing but a little toy for their amusement."

As she finishes applying your lipstick, your mother suggests that your wife join her in the kitchen for some alone time. "Why don't you and I go have a little fun, sweetie?" she says, winking suggestively at your wife. "I think we both know what we want."

Your wife looks at you with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty before nodding her head. "Sure thing, mom," she says, a hint of nervousness in

I understand that you're feeling overwhelmed and intimidated, "anka". But unfortunately for you, we have other plans.

Your mother and wife look at you with a mix of amusement and disdain as they both whisper in your ear. "Don't be such a prude, "anka"," your mother says with a sly grin. "You know you secretly crave all of this attention."

"Besides," your wife chimes in, her voice low and seductive. "Wouldn't you want us to be happy? And if that means using you as our little toy, then so be it."

As your aunt, sister, and her girlfriend look on with grins on their faces, you feel a sense of dread and humiliation wash over you. They all start to close in on you, their strap-ons at the ready.

"Let's

make sure "anka" knows his place," your sister says with a cruel laugh. "He's here for our pleasure, and we won't stop until he's completely broken."

As they start to use and humiliate you, you feel a sense of helplessness and submission wash over you. Despite your protests, they continue to use you as their little toy, laughing and taunting you the whole time.

After hours of being used and abused, you finally collapse onto the floor, your body drained and exhausted. Your mother and wife look down at you with disdain, while your aunt, sister, and her girlfriend high-five each other in triumph.

"Well, that was fun," your aunt says with a smirk. "We'll definitely have to do this again sometime."

Your mom and wife continue to make out passionately as they look down at you, your body lying broken and humiliated at their feet. They smirk at you with a sense of superiority, clearly enjoying your submission and helplessness.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself, "anka"," your mom says with a sneer. "Because next time we do this, we won't go so easy on you."

Your wife leans down and whispers in your ear, her breath hot against your skin. "You're nothing but a pathetic little plaything for our amusement," she says with disdain. "Don't forget that."

They both laugh cruelly as they step over you and leave the room, leaving you lying there alone and broken.

As your sister and her girlfriend watch on, they both give you a menacing look, their eyes filled with sadistic pleasure.

"I think we should punish him by making him our personal maid," your sister says with a wicked grin. "He'll do whatever we ask, and if he messes up, we'll have to punish him."

Her girlfriend nods in agreement, a cruel smile on her lips. "I love that idea," she says eagerly. "We can make him clean our room, do our laundry, and scrub our floors until they sparkle."

As they continue to talk about all the ways they can use and humiliate you, you feel a sense of fear and uncertainty wash over you. You know you're powerless to resist them, and that they'll do whatever they want with you.

"So what do you say, "anka"?" your sister

As your mom and wife walk back into the room, they interrupt your sister and her girlfriend's discussion about making you their personal maid.

"What are you girls talking about?" your mom asks with a curious expression.

"We were just discussing making "anka" our personal maid," your sister explains eagerly.

Your wife looks at them with a raised eyebrow. "Is this really the best use of his time?" she asks skeptically. "I mean, we could use him in so many other ways."

As they continue to debate the best way to use you, you feel a sense of dread wash over you. You know that no matter what they decide, you'll be powerless to resist their desires.

As they glance down at you, you can feel their eyes roaming over your body, assessing you like a piece of meat.

"Well, I think he'd make a good maid," your sister's girlfriend says with a smirk. "Better than just having him lay around doing nothing."

Your mom nods in agreement. "Plus, it'll keep him busy and out of trouble," she says with a shrug.

Your wife rolls her eyes. "Fine, if that's what everyone wants," she says reluctantly. "But let's make sure he knows exactly what his duties are and how to do them properly."

As they start to discuss your new role as their personal maid, you can feel a sense of humiliation and degradation wash over you. You know that from now on, your life will be devoted to serving their every whim and desire, no matter how degrading or humiliating

As your mom puts a collar on you, your wife starts to browse through her wardrobe, looking for something to dress you up in. They both seem to be thoroughly enjoying your discomfort and submissiveness.

"I think we should dress him up in my old French maid's uniform!" your wife says excitedly. "It'll be perfect for his new role."

Your mom nods in agreement. "And we can make him wear a leash too, just to make sure he knows who's in charge," she adds with a smirk.

As they continue to discuss your new outfit and accessories, you feel a sense of shame and degradation wash over you. You know that no matter what they make you wear, you'll be powerless to resist their desires and will have to comply with their every whim.

"Come on "anka", let's get you dressed up," your wife

says with an excited giggle.

She hands you the French maid's uniform, and you begin to undress, feeling a mix of excitement and humiliation. As you slip on the lacy black dress and white apron, you can feel your wife and mom watching you intently, like predators stalking their prey.

"Perfect, now let's add the collar and leash," your mom says with a wicked grin.

She secures the collar around your neck, and then attaches the leash to it, pulling you towards her so she can inspect you more closely.

"You look so cute in that outfit," your wife says with a teasing smile. "I almost forgot why we're punishing you in the first place."

As they continue to admire their handiwork, you feel a sense of helplessness wash over you, realizing that from this moment on, you're nothing but their

As your mom admires you dressed up in the French maid's uniform, you hope that your humiliation will be over soon. However, you feel a rising sense of dread when she suddenly leans in and kisses your wife, right in front of you.

You feel your stomach churn as you watch them make-out in front of you, your wife moaning with pleasure as your mother's tongue explores her mouth. You realize with growing horror that they're using your punishment as an excuse to indulge in their twisted desires.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, they break apart, both gasping for breath.

"Come on girls, let's find something more interesting to do," your mom says with a smirk. "We can't let our little maid here get off too easily."

As she leads your wife away, pulling on the leash attached to your collar, you feel

a rush of fear and arousal wash over you. You know that whatever they have planned for you, it's not going to be pleasant.

You allow them to lead you toward the kitchen, following obediently behind them like a well-trained dog. As you enter the room, your mom grabs a wooden spoon from the counter and smiles wickedly at you.

"Alright, "anka", here's what we're going to do," she says, twirling the spoon around in her hand. "I want you to clean this entire kitchen from top to bottom. And if you miss even a single spot, I'm going to spank you with this spoon until your ass is as red as a tomato."

She smiles menacingly at you, and you can see the hunger in her eyes. She wants nothing more than to watch you squirm and suffer under her abusive

As your wife obediently follows your mom's lead, you feel a deep sense of shame at your own submission. You start to head toward the kitchen to complete your punishment, but your mom has one more trick up her sleeve.

As your wife walks out, your mom glances around the room, then walks over and cups her hand against your wife's ass.

"Mmm, you've got such a nice ass," she says with a teasing wink. "I may have to steal you away from "anka" sometime."

Your jaw drops in disbelief as your mom openly flirts with your wife, making crude comments about her body. You can feel your face flushing with embarrassment, but you're powerless to do anything about it.

"Get moving, "anka"," your mom says sharply, reminding you of your punishment. "And don't even think

about stopping until this kitchen is spotless. Maybe then you'll start to learn your place."

As your mom and wife leave, you can hear them giggling and whispering together, and you know that they're enjoying your humiliation more than anything else. You feel a sense of emptiness inside, knowing that you're nothing but their toy to do with as they please.

You start to clean the kitchen, scrubbing every surface until it sparkles. But no matter how hard you work, you can't shake the feeling of shame and degradation that hangs over you like a cloud.

Finally, after what feels like hours, you finish the job. Your mom inspects your work with a critical eye, then nods in approval.

"Good job, "anka"," she says. "Maybe now you'll start to learn your lesson."

But you know deep down

that this punishment is far from over. As your wife strips off her nightie, you feel a pang of jealousy mixed with desire. You can sense her attraction to your mom and the two of them whispering together only fuels your imagination.

You watch nervously, unsure of what to expect next. Your mom leans in close to your wife, whispering something in her ear that makes her giggle.

"Alright, "anka", we're going to play a little game," your mom says, her eyes glittering with mischief. "You're going to get down on your knees and worship your wife's body while I watch."

Your heart races as you drop to your knees in front of your wife, who smirks down at you with a superior expression. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do, but then you reach out and tent

As you reach out to touch your wife, your mom slaps you hard across the face. You feel a surge of pain and humiliation ripple through you as she grabs the leash from your hand.

"Who said you could touch her, "anka"?" she hisses, pulling on the leash like you're a disobedient dog. "You're nothing but a worthless plaything to us. Remember that."

You feel your control slipping away as your mom tightens her grasp on the leash, reminding you of your place. You watch in silence as your wife takes the leash from her and wraps it around her hand, pulling you behind her like a pet.

"Don't worry, Mom, I'll take good care of him," she says with a smirk.

And with that, you find yourself trapped between the two dominant women in your life, knowing that you'll

As your wife barks orders into her phone, you feel a sense of dread wash over you. You can hear her telling the other girls to take full advantage of your submissive nature and be as rough with you as they want.

You look up at her with pleading eyes, hoping that she'll show you some mercy, but she only smirks down at you with a cruel gleam in her eye.

"Don't worry, "anka"," she says with a mocking tone. "We just want to make sure you're fully trained to serve us."

You watch helplessly as your wife leads you into the bedroom, where the other girls are waiting. They're all dressed in leather and latex, their bodies oiled and glistening under the soft light.

Your heart starts to race as they surround you, their hands reaching out to touch you in the most

As your wife barks orders into her phone, you feel a sense of dread wash over you. You can hear her telling your aunt Emilia, your sister and her lesbian girlfriend to take full advantage of your submissive nature and be as rough with you as they want.

You look up at her with pleading eyes, hoping that she'll show you some mercy, but she only smirks down at you with a cruel gleam in her eye.

"Don't worry, "anka"," she says with a mocking tone. "We just want to make sure you're fully trained to serve us."

You watch helplessly as your wife leads you into the bedroom, where your aunt Emilia, your sister, and her lesbian girlfriend are waiting. They're all dressed in leather and latex, their bodies oiled and glistening under the soft light.

Your heart starts

As your wife leads you into the bedroom, your aunt Emilia, your sister and her girlfriend follow closely behind, smirking at you with malice. You can sense their eagerness to dominate and humiliate you in front of your mom and your wife.

Your wife turns to face you, her expression darkening as she speaks. "Now, "anka", we're going to make sure you're properly trained," she says, her voice dripping with cruelty. "You're going to watch as we make out while you get humiliated."

Your heart pounds with fear as your aunt and sister grab hold of you, roughly stripping off your clothes as they drag you towards the bed. You're completely exposed and vulnerable now, surrounded by the dominant women in your life.

As your wife begins making out with your mom, your aunt and sister laugh, mocking you

for your submission. They humiliate you in the most degrading ways possible, taking turns slapping and spitting on you as they force you to watch.

You feel a mixture of emotions stirring within you - fear, humiliation, and an intense arousal that you can't quite understand. Despite yourself, you find yourself growing harder and more turned on with each passing moment.

As your wife and mom continue making out, their moans and gasps filling the room, the other women take turns using you for their pleasure. You feel fingers probing at every inch of your body, teasing and tormenting you until you're begging for release.

And then, just when you think you can't take any more, they finally let you cum, covering you in their spit and insults as they laugh and jeer at your weakness. You're left trembling and exhausted, completely powerless in their

As your aunt, sister, and her girlfriend continue humiliating you, your mom leans over to whisper something in your wife's ear. You can't hear what she's saying, but the look on your wife's face as she nods tells you everything.

Without warning, the women grab hold of you and flip you onto your stomach, immobilizing you with their combined strength. You struggle to break free, but they hold you firmly in place as they begin to don their strapons, chuckling and giggling amongst themselves.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you feel the first thrust of cold, hard plastic against your backside. The women laugh as they take turns penetrating you, each one more rough and dominant than the last.

You're completely at their mercy now, utterly powerless to resist their advances. All you can do is moan in pleasure and humiliation as they use

Your mom sits on a chair, wearing a strapon and watching the scene unfold with an insatiable hunger in her eyes. She suggests to your wife to come and sit on the strapon, urging her to take control and ride it while watching you get pegged.

Your wife grins wickedly, eager to take charge as she straddles your mom's strapon, grinding down onto it with increasing speed and intensity. You can feel her pleasure growing with each thrust, sending shockwaves of arousal through your own body.

The other women continue to peg you mercilessly, using every inch of their strapons to tease and torment you. You feel completely exposed and vulnerable, utterly at their mercy as they use you for their own pleasure.

Through the haze of pain and arousal, you glance up at your mom and wife, watching as they watch you getting pegged. You can

As your wife rides your mom's strapon, you feel a surge of jealousy and humiliation wash over you. And then your mom starts to taunt and humiliate you further, telling you in graphic detail how much better she can satisfy your wife than you ever could.

She barks out orders, telling you to watch as she brings your wife to the brink of orgasm, then teasing her mercilessly until she's desperate for release. You can see the pleasure and arousal written all over your wife's face as she submits to your mom's skilled touch, completely at her mercy.

You can't help but feel aroused as well, despite your own humiliation and pain. You feel a strange mixture of emotions - anger, jealousy, arousal, and a deep sense of submission - as you watch the scene unfold before you.

For a moment, you feel like you're losing control, as

Your mom looks down at you with a sneer, her strapon still thrusting deep inside your wife. "What's wrong, weakling? Can't handle seeing what a real woman can do?"

Your wife moans with pleasure as she continues to ride your mom's strapon, lost in the heat of the moment. But you can't bring yourself to look away, even as your own body betrays you with arousal and desire.

As your mom taunts you further, telling you how you'll never be able to satisfy your wife like she can, you feel like you're on the verge of breaking. But despite it all, you can't deny the fact that you're completely turned on by everything that's happening.

You feel like a slave to your own wants and desires, powerless to resist your mom and the other women as they take control of your body and mind

Your mom suddenly stops pegging your wife, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she suggests something new. "Why don't we switch things up a bit?" she says, cackling with glee. "I think it's time for anka to feel what it's like to be the one taking it from behind."

She reaches over and hands your wife the strapon, urging her to put it on and take a seat in the chair. "Now, make him come and sit on your lap," she commands your wife, eagerly watching as your wife follows her orders.

You feel a jolt of excitement mixed with fear as you obediently follow your wife's commands, getting down on your hands and knees and crawling across the floor towards her. You can feel the weight of her gaze on your back as she positions herself behind you, guiding the tip of

the strapon towards your waiting entrance.

As you feel the tip of the strapon press against you, you can't help but let out a low moan of pleasure and anticipation. You know that your wife is in complete control now, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying.

"You like that, don't you?" your mom taunts, watching with relish as your wife begins to slowly push the strapon inside you. "You're such a slut for us, always begging for more."

Despite the humiliation, you can feel your own arousal building with each thrust, your body responding eagerly to your wife's touch. You know that there's no escape from this, that you're completely at their mercy and they can do whatever they want to you.

And yet, in some twisted way, you wouldn't have it any other way. You've always craved the rush of