I was only nineteen when my former master delivered me in chains to my new mistresses. He had kept me in chains ever since I tried to run away six months prior to the sale. When the two spinster sisters, Clara, age 31, and Hannah, age 39, offered him five hundred dollars for me, he accepted willingly. They seemed old to me then. I was only nineteen but as time went by, I realized their age was unimportant.
He warned the sisters, "Keep his legs chained. The stupid boy wants to run away."
When I was alone with my new owners, they stood me in front of them and removed all my clothing. What they couldn't remove over the chains, they cut away with their scissors.
They sat back in their chairs and admired my nude body.
"It'll be fun dressing him in good clothes; just like having a life-size doll," Hannah, the elder sister said.
"I can just picture him in a frilly dress with a lace bodice, and a blond wig," Clara, the younger sister replied.
Soon, Clara, my younger owner commented, "His dickie is hanging limp. That won't help us."
Hannah, my elder owner, replied, "I'll straighten it out."
She took my penis in her hand and started pumping it. It was soon erect. I didn't object. I was a slave; I had no right to object.
"Would you like to suck on his dickie, little sister," Hanna asked.
"Oh, yes, Hannah. I would." Clara dropped to her knees before me, put my erect penis in her mouth, and moved her head back and forth. Soon, my hips were moving in harmony with her movements. I ejaculated deep into her mouth.
When I finished cumming, she released my penis, and swallowed my juice. "Oh, that was delightful. He's going to be a good slave, sister. Would you like to try him out?"