My Condition (Femdom Fictional Story)

This story is fictional. It includes themes of female domination, tease and denial, cfnm, boot and shoe fetish, and cbt.

My name is Paul. Due to my biological parents' addictions, I grew up in a household consisting of my "Aunt" Kathleen and her two daughters. Gracie (the older one} had dark hair and green eyes and Stacie (a year younger) had dark hair and blue eyes.

I was not actually blood-related to them. Kathleen, 5'5" blonde shoulder-length hair and brown eyes was a single mom and family friend. She had allowed me to come live with her not so much out of kindness or concern but out of a fondness for the check she received each month for sheltering me.

Another result of my bioparents habits was that I had developed differently from most kids. For one I was very small for my age, not even five feet tall. Also I had some learning issues which had necessitated starting school several years later than most. Which probably had something to do with the fact that, even though I had recently turned 18, I was treated as an inferior being by the 3 ladies. An indentured servant of the girls, actually.

I was reminded regularly by the three of them that they could throw me out whenever they wanted. It was often pointed out that I'd be out in the cold and alone if I didn't "pull my weight and help out".

That turned out to be a life of servitude and subjugation to the three females. I was terrified of being abandoned (again) so I truly did everything I could to make them happy with me. I was basically a boy version of Cinderella.

"Aunt" Kathleen was in her late thirties and the girls were 3 and five years older than me, respectively. They were (and still are) all very good-looking, fit and shapely and smart and mean and they enjoyed tormenting me whenever possible.

But regardless of how they treated me, I was totally smitten with them. And no matter how subservient I was to them, I was called a nuisance on a regular basis.

So, in short order and with no real basis they decided that I had ADHD or some other behavioral issue (I didn't) and that I needed several medications which they procured not from a professional but from some sketchy source I was not privy to.

I recall one evening when sitting at the dinner table they told me that i would start medication. Stacie looked at me with her gorgeous but evil blue eyes and said "I can't wait these pills are gonna make you even more docile so I can boss you around even better!".

Gracie said "Oh yeah you're going to lay down and be our little doormat!"

I looked pleadingly at Aunt Kathleen but found little compassion from her either. "Listen Paul, you're not only going to thank us for walking all over you but you're going to kiss our boots and make sure we don't trip as we do it unless you want to starve or freeze to death".

"Hahahaha our house slave like Dobby in Harry Potter!" Stacie yelled and all three had a good laugh at my expense (that hurt because of my small stature).

I could only squirm in my chair. I was at the same time filled with dread but also strangely, extremely, desperately turned on from these sexy women dominating me like that.

The next day I started a combination of three medications, without any explanation of what they were.

At first it was basically fine, I felt very calm, and definitely had no objections to anything I was told by my three superiors. I washed, I scrubbed, I tidied. I didn't object to any of the verbal abuse that they heaped on me, I only nodded and smiled. Honestly I felt completely enamored with them. They were so beautiful. I had already been racked with thriving hormones but the meds seemed to supercharge them even further. I was at their disposal implicitly.

Then, about two weeks later, it happened. Out of the blue I developed an acute and severe case of priapism, which is a constant and painful erection.

It persistently throbbed and felt like it would burst! I had tears in my eyes form the agonizing pressure. Also my testicles were swollen and felt overfilled.

Precum was leaking constantly from my aching member all day long.

At first I tried to hide my affliction out of embarrassment. I made sure I was carrying a towel or wash or anything and keep my back turned to them to conceal the painfully engorged member that didn't really fit into my already-loose gym shorts.

But after dinner that first evening, as I was finishing doing the dishes, Stacie called me up to her room.

Even though she had yet to find out about my new condition, she was well aware of my abundance of hormones and the effect her female form had on me. I only had on a an oversized nightshirt for concealment. It was to the point that I couldn't stand anything underneath it just was too painful.

Stacie was standing there in only a dark-red bra bikini-panty set and white cotton socks, her hands on her hips. She looked beyond amazing.

"Help me get ready for my date, Slaveboy" she said with a smirk.

"Bring my boots over and help me put them on" she commanded.

There were a pair of light-grey knee-high leather boots with sharp-looking high heel and a platform toe next to her bed. I brought them over and held them out.

"My feet are down there idiot get down on your knees ".

She sat in her makeup chair and I knelt at her feet.

Stacie put one boot on and used my naked thigh to jam her foot in, her heel sank painfully into my flesh.

"Zip it, bitch" she chided. She made no attempt to remove her heel from my leg.

I zipped up her boot as I was told. She admired the boot for just a second. twisting it to see both sides, causing more pain. I then helped her similarly with the other one. I continued helping her by pulling on her short, tight skirt. She turned around so I could pull her skirt-zipper up. The combination of my small stature, kneeling position and her high boots had me looking up with my face only inches from her plump-but-firm, round ass.

Finally I helped her put on a flowery long-sleave blouse. Her perfume and natural women scent made me swoon.

Stacie had been Facetiming one of her friends. I heard them laughing about how obedient I was.

"Oh yeah we've got him sooo whupped our house elf is under my spell so bad....." she told her friend.

"Watch this!" she said into her phone.

"Go lay on your back in front of my mirror. I just need a little footstool so I can see how good my legs look in my new boots!" I was instructed.

I of course did as my "sister" told me, forgetting about anything except fulfilling her desires.

But when I laid on my back, my forgotten, afflicted penis stood straight up causing a massive tent in my long but thin-material shirt.

Stacie stopped halfway across the room, gasped and put her hand over her mouth in shock.

"What the hell is that?!" she yelled and pointed at my torturously aroused penis.

"Please don't tell Aunt Kathleen, Stacie! Please!" I desperately begged.

"Is that from me?" she said with a little smile.

Just then Gracie walked in. I couldn't help noticing she looked amazing and was obviously dressed to go out in a tight sweater, short plaid skirt and high chunky-heel leather ankle boots.

"Are you ready Stacie we have to go soon.....wait what the hell is going on??" Gracie said.

"He was helping me get ready then I noticed, that!" Stacie said.

"It's like, bigger then I would have imagined!" Gracie said.

"It's not just from you Stacie!" I yelled out.

Stacie shot me a look that would kill a horse.

"No, I mean, you're incredible, Stacie." Gracie cleared her throat loudly. "You BOTH are, you totally own me!" I explained.

"But I woke up like this, and it hurts really bad! Like, all day!" I said.

"Really?" Gracie cooed.

Both girls walked over next to me. I was still laying on my back with my throbbing cock sticking up through my shirt.

Stacie stepped between my legs. She took used the toe of her boot to flip my shirt up, totally exposing me.

Both girls gasped and covered their mouths in shock.

"Holy shit what the fuck!" Gracie screamed.

"It's not supposed to be like that seriously what the fuck!" Stacie said with eyes wide in horror.

It had gotten worse since this morning. It was incredibly swollen and engorged and dark red in color, almost purple, with a steady precum leaking out of it.

Stacie squatted down between my legs. She poked at the tortured appendage, her sharply manicured fingernail sparking my pain further.

I tried to sit up but as did Gracie stamped her boot down on my chest and pushed me back down.

She looked down at me, smiled and said "Oh no, you're not going anywhere."

"Mom, get in here!" Stacie called out.

I tried to protest but was hushed. I could only lay there. I was completely exposed, vulnerable and at their mercy.

Kathleen, wearing yoga pants, a sports bra, and running shoes, walked in, obviously exasperated.

"What do you want I'm on my way to workout class!?" she said.

Then: "What the fucking fuck!?"

She came over and kneeled down next to my midsection.

"What happened? What the fuck did you girls do?" Kathleen asked.

"Nothing!" Gracie said.

She continued "Maybe we're just too hot for Mr. Late Puberty here?"

Kathleen chuckled and said "Maybe Honey. But this is more. Look at his balls all blown up like balloons. And his dick was so small, now its huge! And the color! It's so dark red! Like it might burst!"

Stacie, who was now standing between my legs, nudged my quivering dick with the sole of her sexy boot (I moaned involuntarily but they didn't seem to notice) and said "And look at all that stuff dripping and leaking out of it. I guess that's pre-jizz?"

My humiliation was immeasurable.

"I bet its something with his meds maybe causing a hormonal imbalance and who knows what else!" Kathleen pondered.

"Oh but he has to keep taking them, Mom! They make him so docile and weak he doesn't just kiss the ground we walk on he IS the ground we walk on!" Gracie said. as she did, she demonstrated by again stomping her boot down on my chest, the heel right over my heart. How symbolic.

Stacie absentmindedly rested her high-booted foot just to the left of my groin, on my upper hip. These people didn't even see me as human.

Kathleen stood up, leaned over and looked down into my eyes and asked "How do you feel, Pauly?"

"It hurts Aunt Kathleen. Its like everything down there is like, too full" I meekly answered.

"I still think maybe I just have him too horny!" Stacie said and slid her boot teasingly up and down the side of my shaft. Her boot sole then came to rest just to the side of my cock, still touching the shaft, her high heel stabbing directly into my swollen right testicle.

Gracie then stepped over my chest to stand straddling me. She then rested her one foot just under my chin so I was looking up her leg. She slowly, seductively pulled her skirt up, revealing her incredibly sexy upper thigh.

She looked down at me and asked in a teasing tone "Is that it, slave? Do you wish you could fuck and cum?"

I could only beg and babble "Please.....whatever you think.....it hurts.....I'll be good I promise."

All three girls laughed out loud.

"All right girls let me think about this." Kathleen said.

My aunt walked over my dresser and came back with a sock and a rubberband.

"Go on your dates I'm going to my class. Pauly I need you to clean the kitchen and bathrooms and vacuum."

She slid the sock over my dick and balls, then secured it tightly with the rubberband around my ballsac.

"Can't have you dripping all over the house" Kathleen said.

"Ok get up, boy." my aunt commanded.

I slowly got up to my feet, the girls watching, I assumed to gauge my usefulness.

Aunt Kathleen gently wrapped her hand around my mutated, sock covered cock. She felt around on it, giving it occasional squeezes. It hurt a bit but at the same time was driving me absolutely crazy. My knees were buckling, my body was like a rag doll.

Gracie stepped up close to me and leered down into my eyes. She was much taller than me with her boots on and my bare feet.

"He'll be fine mom. This might even be fun!"

Her and Stacie laughed, enjoying themselves at my expense.

I couldn't respond at all, as Kathleen was still squeezing and prodding my dick.

"Ewwww you better stop Mom this little perv is leaking so bad he might soak through that sock!" Stacie said.

Kathleen moved her hand to cup and squeeze my tortured nuts and said "Go do your chores boy, and don't go dribbling slime all over!" All three girls laughed.

Kathleen finally let go of my painful bits.

I started to walk out the bedroom door and do my chores but Stacie stopped me.

"Hold on one second. Come here real quick" she said.

I walked over.

Stacie roughly pulled the sock off of my package. The girls all flinched at the sight of it.

"What are you doing Stacie?" Kathleen asked.

"I need a quick picture for my friends or else they wont believe it" Stacie answered.

"Ok but quickly we all have stuff to do, including our leaky slaveboy here" Kathleen said.

Stacie took several pictures of my cock and balls, totally oblivious of my discomfort or humiliation.

"Hold on a sec." Gracie said.

"Lay down on your back Pauly-swollen-bally!" she ordered.

As I did she she set up the phone on a small table.

"Ok the timer is set. It will go for 20 seconds when it starts now lets all put a foot on him like we're conquering him"! Gracie said.

"Oh you're so bad!" Kathleen said with a smile.

Gracie grabbed my night shirt and yanked it up over my head and threw it aside. I was now totally naked. At the feet of these beautiful, but cruel women.

Gracie took a spot next to my torso. "Stay completely still, nice and helpless for us!" she said.

She then raised her shapely leg and put her booted foot on my chest, right over my heart (I guess she liked that).

Kathleen stood over my head, looked down, and said "You make a good footstool, boy." She placed her sneaker right on my face, her dirty shoesole right on my mouth, pushing down my nose.

Stacie moved to stand between my legs. She laid her hand on the dresser next to me for balance raised her leg and posed with her spiky bootheel just almost touching my leaking dickhole, like she was bout to jam it down right into my cock!

The timer went off and the phone started taking pictures.

The girls were moving around a little, posing for the pictures, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

"Stick your tongue out like you're licking my sneaker!" Kathleen laughed.

At one point Stacie forgot I was actually flesh and blood and stepped right on my dick, flattening it into my stomach, her heel piercing into my balls. The pain was excruciating, but I couldn't really talk with Kathleen's dirty sneaker over my mouth.

Finally they stepped off of me.

"Alright cover that thing up with your sock and get your chores done" Kathleen said.

I got up onto my knees and started pulling the sock over my member. I wondered for just a second if maybe I should be receiving medical attention.

I was jolted from any self concern by the sight of Stacey's sexy boot between my bare knees. She had walked over and was standing over me, looking down at into my eyes.

"And don't forget to take your pills" she reminded me. "I like this version of you, down there at our mercy....."


.....to be continued.....