I was struggling to come to terms with my new cage. It seemed so much smaller than the old one, and there was no room for expansion. I was often in discomfort and frequently in pain. Yet I knew I had to tread carefully with Laura. Telling her it was too tight always led to the same conversation.

“When will this trial end?” I would ask.

“Soon,” she would reply. “But we need to give it a fair go, don't we, after spending all that money?” Her use of the word “we” suggested we were sharing in the suffering, but obviously that was not the case. “But is it getting any easier to wear? I want the truth, Stevie!” she would usually add, staring at me, daring me to lie.

“Erm... it's a bit better than at the start, but it's still very, very uncomfortable and painful,” I would answer, being honest.

“Oh! So, things are getting better. That's good to hear. It would be a shame to curtail the trial when we're seeing improvement. Don't you agree, Stevie?”

“Hmm... yes, I can see what you're saying, Miss,” I would conclude, with a sense of defeat.

In a way, she was right to make me persevere. I remember when I was first fitted into my old pink cage that for weeks I had struggled to cope, often being awoken in the early hours by a nocturnal erection. But, slowly, over time, I learnt to manage, so perhaps I would slowly become accustomed to this new device.

oooOOooo

If I needed something to take my mind off my discomfort it came on a Friday evening. I had just got back to the flat after running an errand to the corner shop and Laura met me at the door. “I've had a call from Amy, muffin. She's been flooded?”

“Flooded?” I echoed, unable to comprehend what Laura was talking about.

“Yes... flooded!” Laura repeated, impatiently. “You know... water... that wet stuff! She got back from uni to find that the ceiling of her flat had collapsed because the moron above had left the bath tap running all day and the plug hole was blocked!”

“Nooo!” I said, genuinely concerned for Amy's wellbeing. “Is she all right?”

“No, of course she's not all right, stupid, unless you think paddling ankle deep in water as being all right!”

“Oh, my God!”

“She's coming to live here, poppet, until her flat gets sorted!”

“What?”

“She's not got webbed feet, so she can't live in a lake, can she?” Laura explained, in an agitated tone. “She's our friend, so we have to help her.”

“Erm... right, yes, I see what you mean.”

“We're going round there to rescue what we can of her possessions and bring her back here.”

“Er... yeah, okay,” I replied, my brain trying to understand the implications of the three of us living together, albeit temporarily. Laura and I were partners, but Laura was also attracted to Amy, and vice-versa. And, to complete the triangle, Amy teased me something rotten while I found her beauty astonishing. How would it work out, with the three of us under the same roof?

“Come on, Stevie! Wake up and get your damn car keys,” demanded Laura. I snapped out of my thoughts and a few minutes later we were on the road.

oooOOooo

The situation at Amy's flat was every bit as bad as Laura had portrayed. Her landlord was there with a tradesman, doing all they could, but the situation was beyond salvation. The ceiling had come down in Amy's bedroom, so her bed and bedding were wrecked, and water had flowed from the bedroom into the adjoining rooms. It was like walking through a rice field.

“It'll take months to repair everything and dry the place out,” the landlord told us in despair. “It's a catastrophe!”

Understandably, Amy was distraught, and she and Laura embraced tightly, Amy sobbing on Laura's shoulder. I felt so sorry for her.

“Everything's going to be okay, sweetie pie,” Laura assured her. “We'll rescue all we can, and pack it into the car. The important thing is you're not physically harmed, and Stevie and I are going to take good care of you.”

“Thank... you,” wept Amy. Then she let go of Laura and flung her arms around me, landing a wet kiss on my cheek. “Thank you, pet,” she remarked.

We all set to work, removing what we could of Amy's personal possessions from the premises. Luckily, it was a furnished flat, so she owned no furniture, and we were able to rescue most of her stuff in an undamaged state as there had been little stored at floor level. Three hours and a couple of car journeys later we were all back at Laura's flat.

oooOOooo

Laura gave Amy a stiff drink, and had one herself. For a moment, she was tempted to allow me one as well, before muttering, “Best not, poppet. I don't want you slipping into bad habits.”

For a while, Laura and Amy chatted in the kitchen while I tried to sort out the possessions that we had saved from Amy's flat. Finding room for everything was a challenge.

“Amy will be sleeping in the bedroom, muffin,” called Laura. “You'll have to sleep on the sofa, in the lounge.”

I'd not thought about sleeping arrangements but, had I done so, I would have presumed that Amy would have taken the sofa and I would have stayed in Laura's bedroom, on the airbed.

Laura must have read my mind because she shouted out, “Amy's a guest, sweetheart, and we can't have a guest sleeping on the sofa, can we?”

Can't we? “I understand, Miss,” I said, even though I didn't. The proposed arrangement would bring Laura and Amy closer together and might push me out.

“Thank you, pet,” yelled Amy, who now sounded as if she'd had more than one stiff drink. “You're a hero.”

I continued sorting through Amy's possessions, including her clothes, placing them in the bedroom in what little space remained amongst Laura's gear. Whilst Amy had always guarded against intimately revealing herself to me, I already had a full grasp of her undies, having now handwashed them every week for several months.

As I carefully folded her bras and panties, feeling their softness and catching the delicate scent from the detergent I had washed them in, I couldn't help but try to imagine what she must look like when wearing them.

My thoughts had barely started when they were painfully interrupted by my penis discovering—yet again!—that no expansion was possible in the new cage. As Dr Payne would have correctly pointed out, this was self-inflicted pain, brought on by erotic thoughts which I could have chosen not to have.

I had only myself to blame but trying to think of other things at that moment was easier said than done. I was relieved to complete sorting out her clothes and I was able to turn my attention to her university books and papers which provided no titillating images or thoughts.

It wasn't until well past midnight that we all got to bed. I lay awake for ages, listening for any signs that the two girls were engaged in sexual frolicking, but there was nothing I could hear. They were either too tired, or still too preoccupied by the calamity that had befallen Amy.

oooOOooo

The next morning, I was up first, and Laura and Amy slept in. When they did appear, Amy looked happier than she had the previous evening. “Morning, pet,” she said, giving me a peck on the cheek.

I prepared the pair some breakfast and then Laura spoke. “The three of us need some ground rules, don't we?”

If this was a question, then it was not one that Laura required answering and she quickly continued, “Stevie is in an FLR, as you very well know, Amy, you being the deputy leader of that FLR.”

Deputy had been a title that Amy had conferred on herself and it was unusual for Laura to use the term without a wry smile, but today she seemed deadly serious about Amy's role.

Laura continued, “You will need to fit into this arrangement, Amy.” Amy smiled and nodded, clearly relishing the prospect of being the officially appointed deputy within the “headquarters” of the FLR.

“There has to be a pecking order, Amy. I'm at the top, then you and Stevie is... er... third.” She could have said “bottom”, but maybe felt that saying “third” sounded kinder. “It means you and Stevie do what I say, and you, Stevie, do what Miss Amy tells you. Do you both understand?”

I saw Amy nod, and I did likewise.

“But, Amy, you need to know that you also have to do what I tell you... or there will be consequences.”

Amy's face flushed a little as she pondered what the consequences might be, but she readily agreed. “I understand, Laura. I'll be a good girl... or at least I'll try to be.” She turned in my direction and gave me an exaggerated wink which I think Laura missed.

Laura was in full flow. “If we don't have rules, then we'll get under one another's feet and this flat is too small for that. With only one bathroom, according to the pecking order, priority goes to the girls—the real girls, that is. So, Stevie, the bathroom is out of bounds to you between six and eight-thirty in the mornings. You'll need to get up earlier, so you're finished in the bathroom before six, and I expect it to be spotless when it's our turn. Understood, poppet?”

“Yes, Miss.”

Laura went on to explain other “rules”, such as I was to knock before entering the bedroom lest Amy might not be dressed.

I could see that Laura was turning Amy's disaster into an opportunity to further entrench our FLR and to exert her authority over me, and possibly Amy as well. As far as she was concerned, every dark cloud has a silver lining. And Amy, too, was looking increasingly pleased that her role as deputy leader of this FLR was being formalised. I felt excruciating twitches from my penis as I wondered what the future held for me, living in the same flat as two dominant and attractive young ladies.

oooOOooo

The rest of Saturday I spent on my chores, including handwashing both Laura and Amy's lingerie. Amy was quickly settling into Laura's flat and any sense she may have had that she was the outsider were quickly dispelled as Laura went overboard to make her welcome. I, also, was coming to terms with Amy's presence, whilst still being concerned about how our three-sided relationship would evolve.

In the evening, the three of us settled down to watch television. As is often the way, rather than sitting alongside Laura on the sofa, I positioned myself on the floor with my back against the sofa and with Laura's legs straggling my head. This also gave Amy the chance to sit next to Laura.

Laura stroked my hair, in much the same manner she may have stroked a cat. It was something that she found comforting and which I found reassuring.

I was unable to see behind, but I did hear muffled whispering, and some fidgeting told me that the pair were up to something. Nothing happened for several minutes and then one of Laura's hands appeared in front of me, and, unmistakably, two of the fingers of that hand were glistening with moisture.

From behind, I heard suppressed giggles as the digits moved closer to my face. I caught a musky scent emanating from the wetness and then the fingers touched my lips and gently manoeuvred themselves inside my mouth. I was tasting love juices, but they were not Laura's, they were Amy's. Instantly, I winced as my penis attempted to swell.

I sucked off the nectar that had been deposited on the two fingers. They were withdrawn and after a couple of minutes of quiet scuffling, a different two fingers of Laura's entered my vision. They also were wet and, seconds later, those fingers were in my mouth, rewarding me with more of Amy's sweet fragrance.

Nothing had been said, until Laura commented. “Stevie's been a good boy helping you, Amy. Do you think he deserves a special reward?”

“Yeah, I do,” concurred Amy. Both girls stood up and I was told to remove my skirt and panties and lie on my back on the sofa. I was now grimacing from pain as my brain ran through the options that might lie ahead.

Amy stared at me. “Wow, so this is his new cage,” she commented. “It's small, isn't it?”

“Yes, just as Sam Payne recommended. I'm going to take it off so you can give him a hand job, Amy,” announced Laura. “It's been nearly three weeks since he last came, so he'll be desperate.”

“Me? Me?! Oh, wow!” screamed Amy, unable to believe what she had heard. “You really want me to do it, Laura?”

Laura smiled and nodded, and went into the bedroom, returning with a pair of handcuffs and a sleep mask, the former to secure my wrists behind my back and the latter to blindfold me. Soon, I was lying awkwardly on my back on the sofa, waiting for events to unfold.

“He's not allowed to see his erections, Amy, and never allowed to touch his willy,” Laura explained.

“Why?” Amy asked.

“It's better he doesn't, that's why.”

“Okay...” observed Amy, probably none the wiser. “But we get to see and touch!” she added gleefully.

“Yes, we do!” Laura replied, equally zealously. Then she dropped her voice and murmured something to Amy. I heard a zip being undone and then some scrabbling around.

“Turn them inside out and roll them into a ball,” whispered Laura, audibly. It was becoming obvious that I was to be gagged with Amy's panties. The very thought caused my penis to step up its efforts to engorge and I was in dreadful pain. Yet I knew matters were going to get worse when Amy's undies were pushed into my mouth.

I didn't have to wait long before I was instructed to open wide and a rolled-up ball of flimsy fabric was thrust inside my oral cavity. Its juices were quickly released as my tongue set about investigating this tiny ball of satin.

Next, I felt Laura insert the key into my padlock and heard a click as the lock sprung open. “Watch this, Amy,” urged Laura.

She slowly removed the cage from around my genitals, and I was aware of my penis rapidly swelling in size as it sensed freedom.

“Wow!” exclaimed Amy. “How the frigging hell did that fit inside that?” She laughed, and Laura joined in.

“Amazing, isn't it,” exclaimed Laura. “Now we need to get the condom on. Do you want to do that?”

“Yeah, you try and stop me, Laura!”

“Be careful, Amy. Imagine you're handing an unexploded bomb that could blow up at any moment. A wrong move and he could cum in an instant and there'll be an awful mess to clean up.”

“That won't be our problem, will it?” sniggered Amy.

“No, but then the fun will be over,” replied Laura.

I felt Amy delicately sliding the condom over my stiffened organ. “You're so beautiful, Amy,” Laura casually remarked. “I'm sure that if Stevie wasn't blindfolded, he would cum on the spot, just from looking at you.”

“Oh, thank you, Laura... you're stunning as well. Aren't you envious of me doing this?”

“No, not at all. I like to share my good fortune with my friends. It turns me on, if you must know, to see you doing this with Stevie.”

Gagged, I could do no more than listen to this conversation between these two beautiful women, not that I would have been allowed to join in the discussion even had I not been silenced.

“Now you need to slowly tease him, Amy. We don't want him spurting too quickly. He's waited nearly three weeks for this so we want to make it an occasion he'll remember.”

“Okay.”

“Just light touches and strokes. Judge how he's responding, with his twitches and air thrusts. Make sure to back off before it's too late and then wait for him to calm down.”

Laura was giving Amy a lesson in hand jobs! Unbelievable! And Amy was a quick learner. She was using no more than one or two fingers to stimulate me, sometimes stroking the length of the shaft, sometimes encircling the shaft and sometimes playing with the glans. I desperately wanted to cum, yet I also didn't want this gentle fondling to ever end.

I found myself trying to push my penis against her fingers to intensify the sensations I was experiencing, but she was quick to detect my tricks, and she would cease her actions until I backed off.

Suddenly, Laura exclaimed, “Stop, Amy. He needs to earn his reward!” Whispering followed, and I was ordered to open my mouth so that it sodden contents could be removed. The next thing I sensed was the sofa cushions swaying as one of them manoeuvred herself over my face. Squatting down, whoever it was pressed her vulva against my nose and lips. She was dripping wet, and the scent and taste told me immediately that it was Amy I was to pleasure, not Laura.

My penis was left thrusting itself uselessly against the air, but I was grateful that at least it was free to be fully erect. The pain I would have been in satisfying Amy while restrained would have been agonising—I speak from the experience of pleasuring Laura under those conditions.

Wasting no time, I set to work with my lips and tongue, exploring her vulva and labia, discovering her clitoris, and navigating her love tunnel. She responded by pressing down harder and fidgeting and squirming, doing all she could to intensify the phenomena she was feeling. I knew she would not take long to orgasm, and so it was. Barely minutes after beginning my ministrations, I heard her moaning and rocking. Soon the volume of her vocalisations increased and then there was an ear-piercing scream as she climaxed, squirting more of her nectar into my mouth.

As she descended from her high, she pressed down hard on my face, seemingly unable to move from exhaustion. Just as I thought I was about to suffocate, she lifted herself up, and got down from her perch. “Thank you... pet,” she gasped.

“My turn,” declared Laura, and very soon I was attending to Laura's needs in much the same way. She, also, was ripe and swollen, and quick to climax, sending another jet of juices into my mouth.

“Good work, sweetie,” she panted. “Now it's your turn. Carry on where you left off, Amy!”

Amy returned to her gentle caressing of my penis. My hopes that she would quickly finish me off were soon dashed as she again played the long game, softly stimulating my hard-on until it came close to the point of no return before letting go.

“Please, Miss,” I plaintively called. “Please, please!”

My appeals were ignored for a while but then Amy brought me to a thundering climax, expertly intensify her hold of my organ as I ejaculated, thus ensuring that I was drained of every drop of jism while savouring the moment. This time, it was me who was shouting out as a powerful force pulsed through my body.

When it was all over, all I could utter was, “Oh, my God... that was worth waiting... three weeks for. Thank you... Miss.”

I was left tired, as were the two girls, but there was the clearing up to do and the relocking of my cage. Several more minutes passed before my blindfold and handcuffs were removed. Laura was still undressed, flaunting her semi-naked body in front of me, whereas Amy had put her skirt back on.

Her sopping panties were on the floor, so I was sure that she was knickerless beneath her skirt, but I was equally sure that she had no intention of showing me the sexual organ that not long before I had been pleasuring.

My FLR life had taken a new turn. I never thought what I had could improve, yet it had.