Upon approaching the front door Simon held the door for our party. Taking Mistresses hand Simon led her to the limo as she seated herself. It was up to Jill, and myself to find our own way into the limo.

As the door closed, we slumped down into the plush leather seats. It was Jill that started it, when she began giggling. From there, the laughter became contagious, Mistress was next followed by myself. We were laughing so hard, I had my sides in stitches. Jill, and Mistress had tears running down their cheeks while they tried to gather themselves together.

When we finally managed to get ourselves under control, Mistress took each of us in hand, and kissed us long and hard, the kind of kiss you never forget no matter how old you get. Leaving our seats, Jill, and I sat on ether side of Mistress while taking her into our arms. We stayed that way until the driver dropped us off at my place. Before the door closed, Mistress told us that we were to be at her place tomorrow night at 6 am.

Jill and I sat up for hours talking about how our lives have changed since meeting Mistress. In the end we fell asleep on my couch, only to awaken as the sun burned through the window forcing us to face the morning.

“Shit Jill, it’s almost 6am, we need to hurry up, and get over to Mistresses house.” Throwing ourselves into the shower, we only had time to get a quick rinse, before we tossed on our clothes, and rushed out the door. Luckily Mistresses home was only a few blocks away.

Pulling the key card from my wallet Jill and I mentally willed the elevator to speed up it’s assent. As the door opened at the penthouse level, Mistress was waiting for us just inside. “You two are six minutes late, this is unacceptable. In the future such a transgression will cost you, however today I am feeling very generous. Now go into the first bedroom on the left, and change into the clothes you find there. When you are dressed get back here on the double.”

Running to the bedroom, Jill and I found two sets of gym shorts, t-shirts, along with two pairs of brand new running shoes still in their boxes. How the hell does Mistress manage to get the right sizes without us sitting for a fitting? Slipping on the shoes I found them to be a perfect fit, the same was true for Jill’s pair.

Now dressed, we headed back to the front room only to find that Mistress had changed her clothes into the same type of running outfit. As the elevator doors slid open Mistress beckoned us to follow. Reaching the ground floor, we left the building at a trot, as Mistress led us to the running path that wound around the lake.

“Ok you two, if you recall I told you that I was going to institute an exercise program to get the two of you in shape. That program starts here, and now.”

With that Mistress took off running. Her pace was that of a fast jog, allowing Jill and I to keep up. Well we managed to keep up for the first half mile when Mistress upped her pace leaving us in the dust. From ahead of us we heard her yell, “You had better catch up.”

I wasn’t in bad shape when I began the school year, I was an active person who would often go on long hikes as well as do a bit of jogging, along with the occasional trip to the gym. Mistress on the other hand was in superb shape, there wasn’t an ounce of fat or a spot on her body where you couldn’t see her musculature build, yet this in no way detracted from her femininity.

When you enter the path, there is a sign telling you that one lap around the lake was one and a half miles. It was my guess that Jill and I made it about ¾ of the way before we were winded. Walking the remainder of the way, we found Mistress waiting for us back at the starting place.

What was Mistress doing when we found her, she was doing pull ups on a tree branch. Dropping to the ground she pointed at me while looking at the branch she just vacated. Taking the hint, I leapt up and began doing pull ups. Having been winded from my run, I only managed ten before I had to drop from the branch. Jill was next, she managed thirteen before giving up.

“The two of you are completely out of shape, and I will not have a couple of sagging, flabby subs. Beginning today you will be here every morning at 6 am. I expect that you will make the entire run around the lake each day. Followed by going to the gym after your run to spend an hour working out. You will find that I have signed the two of you for an open ended membership.

When you arrive there your sessions will be directed by the owner. His name is Harry, and he will see to it that you receive proper training that gets your flabby bodies in shape. By the way, he will report to me each day on your progress. If I don’t see an improvement by the end of six months there will be hell to pay.

Now the two of you go home, shower and get dressed for your classes. Turning on our heals, Jill and I headed back to our separate places to change, and head off for a day of classes.

Most of the day I was unable to keep my mind on the classes I attended. All I could think of was Jill, as well as Mistress. Where was this going, will I end up as a permanent sub to Mistress, what about Jill? I was falling in love with Jill, as well as Mistress, this was something I had not considered. When I began this adventure I was only trying to make a conquest of some girl I could seduce, and make into a sex toy for the night.

Needless to say that my plans for the evening didn’t pan out the way I thought it would. The very moment Mistress stared into my eyes, her gaze boring into my soul, I was lost. She had sized me up in a fraction of a second after seeing my reflection in the mirror hanging behind the bar. She had shot down a dozen would be suitors before she had finished her first drink. Yet she chose me to lavish her attention upon. Why did she see in me someone who was lost, and didn’t even know I was lost until I met Mistress.

I approached her with bravado, only to follow her with my tail between my legs, lost in submission before I even figured what was going on.

At noon I received a text from Mistress that Jill and I would have the night to ourselves due to her having an unexpected meeting to attend. Seconds after I received Mistresses text, Jill shot me a msg saying that since we have the evening free, we need to get together for drinks, and conversation.

Later that evening Jill and I walked hand in hand to our local watering hole. It’s amazing that we made it there at all, every time we passed a dark alley, or doorway, Jill would yank me into the darkened area for the sole purpose of attacking my face with a plethora of kisses.

When we had finally managed to make it into the pub I found myself the butt of our friends jokes. At first I was unaware of why I was being singled out, until my friend Sam told me to look in the mirror that hung on the wall.

In the darkness of the night as we walked towards our destination, I was unable to see that Jill was wearing deep red lipstick. To that end my face was covered with red splotches, and lip prints form Jill’s lipstick. My face looked like a failed attempt at putting on clown makeup. Excusing myself, I made my way to the bathroom a midst a few knowing looks, as well as a few snickers.

Having made it to my destination, I began the arduous task of scrubbing away all the red from my face. Just prior to finishing the job, the door swung open, and Jill sauntered in. “Jill what are you doing in here, do you want us to get kicked out of the pub?”

“Thomas, Mistress gave me something before we left the club last night. I was instructed to give this to you if we went out to party.” Opening her purse, Jill reached in and withdrew my chastity cage. “Ok Mr, open your pants, and lets put this where it belongs.”

“You can’t be serious, we are out on the town, and free for the night, and you want me to wear my cage, that’s not fair, I don’t see you wearing your belt!”

Popping open the button at the top of her jeans, Jill surprised me when she exposed the belt that wound around her waist holding her chastity device in place. Fuck, I thought now I have no way to make a valid rejection of the idea of wearing my cage.

Reaching out to me Jill undid my belt, and yanked my pants down below my butt. With one hand, she pulled my balls through the ring, followed by sliding the cage over my penis. It was at this moment that the door to the bathroom swung open as someone decided they needed to pee. Of course it had to be someone I knew, Jerry who was part of the group I was with this evening. Needless to say he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw what was going on. I could imagine that their first thought was, here was a guy getting lucky in the men’ room. However that illusion was ruined when I turned aside to cover myself, ruined because in my haste, I didn’t account for the mirror that was behind me, giving him a clear look at what was hanging from my midsection.

Opening his mouth to say something, he just as quickly closed it, and made his apologies and turned around to leave us alone. I guess he didn’t need to pee as badly as he thought.

As the door closed Jill was doubled over in laughter at my predicament. “Oh ha, ha, I’m so glad you find this funny, now I need to find a way to embarrass you in front of your friends. Remember what they say about payback!”

Zipping up I readied myself to rejoin our group. While walking back to the table I needed to readjust my cage to prevent it from binding in all the wrong places. Taking my seat, there were a couple of snickers from some of those present. “Hey Tom, is what Jerry said true, asked my friend Steve, are you wearing a chastity cage, has Jill turned you into her boy toy?

I had absolutely no comeback for his jibe. All I could do is sit there and stew in my embarrassment. It was Jill that turned the tables on the naysayers. “Steve if you want the truth, both of us are wearing chastity devices.” As Jill was talking she had unbuttoned her jeans while pulling down the front, exposing her chastity belt to our friends. It was amazing to witness the group fall silent as Jill exposed her chastity belt. From snickers to an endless amount of questions that were thrown at both Jill and myself.

They wanted to know every detail of wearing chastity devises, how did it feel to wear them day to day. Didn’t they chafe in awkward places, how do you pee when wearing them, what got you into wearing chastity devises, (We did not tell them about our relationship with Mistress.) what happens when you get horny etc, etc.

They even got both Jill and I to open our pants that the others can see my cage, and get a better look at Jill’s belt. Luckily we were in the back of the pub, and away from the crowd. I was suddenly shocked when Jill offered the girls in the group the opportunity to touch and hold my cage to see what they thought. “Jill I don’t think that is a good idea, after all we are in a public place, and this is not what I had in mind when we adopted the idea of wearing our devices.” However Jill was adamant, as she took me by the elbow and led me over to the girls sitting at our table. Walking me over to Sara, Jill told her to feel the weight of my cage. Reaching out Sara lifted the cage away from my body, and gave it a couple of jiggles. Next up was Judy, who repeated the same thing. All told Jill had four girls handle my caged cock.

Looking around, I noticed that the boyfriends of these girls began to get rather uncomfortable looks on their faces, when after holding my cage they looked over at the boyfriends with evil grins on their faces.