All Change for Amy

Two days later, a strange, quiet truce settled over the house. Both Jack and Geraldine got a text inviting them to meet at Amy and Jack's house. They both turned up, Jack first, looking nervous and broken, Geraldine ten minutes later, her usual confident self replaced by a hesitant uncertainty.

Amy met them at the door, her expression calm. She asked them to go through to the lounge. She looked at Geraldine first. "You brought something out in me," she said, her voice steady. "Something that made me feel alive again. And though I'm angry with the deception, I'm thankful to you for that." Then she turned to Jack. "I'm angry with you," she said, her eyes filling with tears. "First, because you didn't trust me enough all those years ago to tell me the truth. Secondly, for cheating on me. But mostly for wasting twenty-five years of our lives when we could have been sharing a whole lot more."

Then she surprised them both. She looked at Jack, her gaze hard and commanding. "Show me," she said. "Show me your submissive in her full glory."

Jack looked at Geraldine, a silent question passing between them, but she just looked to the ground. He stood up and walked over to her, lifting her chin. "Strip for us," he ordered, his voice regaining its Master's tone.

Geraldine did as she was told. Her movements were fluid, practiced. Soon she stood there, naked except for the collar around her neck and the cage around her cock. Her massive nipples were like bullets, her stomach firm, her thighs powerful. Amy's eyes dropped to her caged cock, suprised to see it even though Jack had explained everything.

"Unlock it," Amy commanded Jack.

He produced a small key. The lock clicked open, and the cage was removed. Amy was impressed at how quickly it grew, how large and imposing it was, rising from its confinement. She couldn't help herself. She fell to her knees in front of the other woman, looked up into Geraldine's shocked, uncertain eyes, and said,

"Please, Mistress. May I?"

Geraldine wasn't sure what to do; this was a completely unexpected turn of events. She looked at Jack, and he nodded, giving her permission. The Geraldine whispered, her voice thick with emotion, "Yes, slut. You can."

Amy kept looking at her in the eye as she took her cock deep into her mouth, a final, definitive act of accepting her new life.