-=o=-
We adjourned to the suite to take our showers. Both women called me in to wash and rinse their hair. Then we got dressed for dinner and spent the rest of the evening eating, drinking, and dancing. Jessica was a sight on the dance floor in her low-cut, all-white short dress. It merely amplified every one of her erection-provoking moves. I wondered if she practiced them or if they came to her naturally.
Jessica had me dance with her as soon as we got our first round of drinks, and then had me dance with Ms. Gruer. This made it quite obvious that she was there, and with no one in particular.
Men flocked to the table like moths to a candle. Jessica would eye them critically and get some subliminal signal from Agnes before deciding on dancing with some of them. Most of them, however, she put down in the cruelest way. She danced with just enough of them to tease the rest into trying.
Men even hit on Ms. Gruer, hoping to get to Jessica through her. I watched one melt as the two women broke out in gales of laughter at his proposal. One man even approached me assuming me to be the pimp!
I had a momentary feeling of pride as I left. Every man in the place had their eyes on us wondering who the lucky bastard with the two women were or what his role was. Oh, if they only knew!
-=o=-
When we got back to the room, the women put me in the bag, and I slept on the floor at the foot of Jessica's bed that night. They kept me hid there as they had room service delivered for breakfast the following morning. Hanging the "Do not disturb" sign on the door, they went to work.
The women kept me 100% erected 100% of the time all day Saturday as I waited on their every need, massaging them, brushing their hair (they promised to train me how to style it eventually), and licking their feet.
I was also told that I would be trained the proper way to use my tongue to please a woman both vaginally and anally and how to assist a lady with her bath, but that would have to wait for future trips. In the meanwhile, I had a 24-hour hard-on and a 7-day load to shoot.
The women experimented with different types of bathing caps. Ms. Gruer's cap was a simple latex kind used by racers. She stretched it over my prick and I got lost in the sensation of the rubber caressing my cock. Jessica tried it too. "Wow," she exclaimed, "I can feel his penis right through the rubber! Look, you can almost see it. It shouldn't be hard controlling him with this." She was right.
When she first applied the cap, the rubber was dry and produced a ticklish 'nubbing' That sensation didn't last long. I soon provided Jessica with plenty of precome to lubricate the cap. She giggled as she chased my penis around the cap as it slid against the well-lubricated surface. She finally got it 'pinned down' and pulled down on the cap like she was trying to poke a hole in it with my organ.
Feeling the rubber stretch over my rigid member and having the nerve endings brushed by the feathery wisps in the texture of the internal rubber of the cap gave me the desire to ejaculate at all costs. I would do anything for relief. I almost did lose it, but Jessica caught it in time and slowly eased off.
They took time out from my services to play with me this way several times during the day.
Just before going to bed for the night, I found myself over Jessica's lap for a spanking with my latex encased hard-on between her legs. Jessica doesn't hit as hard as Ms. Gruer, but she's learned how to slap my butt to make it sting nicely. The blood rushes to the surface, and my tush actually turns a bright red. I can feel the heat and even under normal conditions, it brings spasms to my dick. However, this was anything but normal conditions. (I find it funny that I can now think of being naked over the lap of my secretary, a woman half my age, penis wedged between her legs and being spanked by her like an errant school boy as "normal").
After several minutes of paddling, I was ready to come. I was hoping she'd whip me faster so I could do it. Instead she stopped and gently stroked my butt kneading it gently with her fingers. Her caress over my sore skin sent shivers into every nerve ending in my body. I was hot for release, but felt my mind drifting and detaching itself from my body.
She ran a finger lightly down the crack of my ass. My body stiffened even as my cock. Slowly, with just the tip of her finger at first, she probed my anus. She worked it in only a joint, and stirred it around. I jerked like her hand puppet and lost it. My ejaculation took even Jessica unawares, "There you go, my boy. Pump it out. Let me feel you squirt it. Come for me you bad little boy," she said as she inserted the whole finger and aggressively probed and jiggled it in my asshole. And come I did, uncontrollably, at the whim of her little finger. I could feel hot come whelling up around my penis. It felt so good!
I had two final duties that night. Duty one was to lick the cap clean while my juices were still warm. I had a momentary lapse in full erection after coming, but sticking my nose into the rubber cap to lap up my semen had me hard again in seconds.
Duty two was to take a shower.
-=o=-
As we collected our baggage at the home airport, Jessica told me, "This trip worked out really well. We're going to have to do things like this more often. I don't think Agnes and I can teach you everything you need to know about worshiping women during our weekly one hour classes. For one thing, we can't teach you how to do domestic chores. We'll have to schedule more of your time for extended training." -- Mule

Chapter 6
Things returned to "normal" around the office for the next two months after the trip. Both Jessica and Ms. Gruer perfected thier masturbation techniques with a rubber ball, and kept me pumping my stuff on their sneakers on a regular basis. Both women enjoyed the feel of my tongue on their clitoris or feet and each shared in my disciplinary spankings.
Then suddenly, during one Tuesday session, Jessica announced, "Tell your wife you have a business trip this weekend." She filled me in with a complete false itinerary and even arranged a cover story.
The business I had came on Friday afternoon when I wound up going to Jessica's apartment with her and Ms. Gruer. The women wasted no time marching me to the bathroom and ordering me to strip naked. Jessica handed me a lady's razor and pointed to the shower. "Make sure you get every hair off your body. It won't do to have a 5 o'clock shadow when you put on your makeup. I don't believe in the Euopean fashion for furry legs and armpits either. Do I make myself clear?" She did. I knew that even my pubic hair was to go.
When I got out, they sat me down in front of the vanity and commenced my makeover. At first, they showed me how to apply the makeup, then they made me wash my face and do it again myself. I had no trouble with the lipstick, and a little difficulty with the rouge, but putting on eyeshadow and mascara was an impossiblity. I can't see how you can be poking at your eye with something while at the same time trying to keep it open.
The results were less than spectacular. Ms. Gruer and Jessica laughed. "Look at him. He looks like a slutty clown." the bitch commented.
Jessica said, "Makeup is expensive. I don't want you wasting mine. >From now on, you will get your own. I'll tell you what to buy. I can't trust you to make your own decisions on this. You don't even know what your colors are."
Ms. Gruer added, "Ya, and we have no time to waste. Most girls learn how to make themselves up by the time they are twelve. You have a lot of catching up to do."
Nail care came next. Doing the left hand was no trouble at all. Painting my right hand took a skill I didn't possess. I never realized that women had to be ambidexterous. I was beginning to appreciate how much trouble they have just getting out the door in the morning.
"Toes too!" Jessica announced. I had to bend over to paint my toenails. As I was doing this, Jessica remarked. "You know, that looks pretty on you. How about we have you do it every day. Make sure your toenails are perfect with no chips or anything. Agnes or I will inspect your work every day."
We all waited patiently for the polish to dry and continued dressing me in my maid's outfit. The last thing they did was put a wig on me. "That looks nice on you." Jessica commented. "Too bad you're suffering from a little male pattern baldness. We'd like you to grow your own hair if you could."
Except for an occassional Saturday session, I didn't get to get dressed up that often. There simply wasn't time to do it properly. The women had me stand inspection this time and were quite critical about how I was wearing my outfit.
They had me get in and out of it several times before they were satisfied I got things right. They checked everything from the way the cap fit on my head to the way the seams in my stockings aligned with the back of my legs.
At one point in my many dressings and undressings, Jessica remarked, "I think we'll add another item to our daily inspection of you -- panties. You look very cute in them. I'll tell you where to go and what to buy. You'll have a different color panty for each day. You'll have to buy and wash them yourself."
"B-but my wife ..." I objected.
"You can wear hers if you want," Jessica laughed, deliberately not getting my point. "Look, I don't care how you do it. Just do it. Your problem is how you can serve and please Agnes and I. Do it or we will tell your wife and pull the plug on this whole arrangement." I accepted my correction meekly with a simple, "Yes, Mistress Van Belle."
This was also the first time I had spent any significant amount of time actually walking in my heels. I felt like an infant learning how to walk all over again. The women giggled every time I tottered around.
I never realized what torture high heels could be. My calf muscles were permanently knotted. They hurt for days later. My arches hurt. My instep felt like it was being bowed out of position. I thought of the medieval torture of foot binding that Chinese men put their women through. My toes were cramped. My back even hurt.
Every step was agony. In addition to pinching and jaming my foot bones into unnatural positions, the shock of walking was unbearable. In normal shoes, the heel of the foot hits the floor, and the walker rocks forward, distributing the load along the arch and into the toes.
Designers of atheletic footware are very aware of how a foot works. Did you ever see a sneaker with any heel at all? In normal shoes, the foot is allowed to act like a natural shock absorber.
High heels deny that. There are two points of contact: toes and heels -- simultaneously. It's an unnatural way of walking. The shock of the heel hitting the floor was transmitted up the heel of the shoe, though the heel in my foot, up my leg and jarred my lower back.
Obviously, the inventor of high heels never wore them. If the inventor were a man then making me wear them was justafyable payback -- one sex to the other. No woman should have to undergo this routinely. No wonder they can tolerate childbirth!
When they were satisfied with my appearance, they were ready to put me to work.
"I have a list of things for you to do," Jessica informed me, "You can start by cleaning the bathroom." Jessica led me to her kitchen and showed me where all the cleaning supplies were.
I've always taken clean bathrooms for granted. Bathroom cleaning has always been a responsibility of the women in my life. I never realized how many nooks and crannies there were in a bathroom. Jessica had a wonderfully decorated Victorian style bathroom complete with a claw-foot tub and tiled walls and floors.
This meant not only cleaning the tub, but getting down on my knees to clean behind and under the tub. It meant getting on my hands and knees to scrub the floor with an old-fashioned brush. I learned how to fold a towel under my knees so as not to ruin my stockings. Jessica and Ms. Gruer let me work like this for about an hour and then relented.
"OK," Jessica said, "I don't want you to ruin your uniform. You will need it later, and we don't have time to clean it. You may work in only your cap and panties."
It took me several hours just to clean the bathroom, scrubbing the tiles, polishing the brass fixtures, and cleaning the bowl.
My next task was laundry. Jessica taught me how to separate the various clothes by how they were to be washed. Some went to the dry cleaners, some went though the heavy duty cycle, some on permanaent press or delicate, and some were hand-washed. The latter category, included most of Jessica's lengire.
Both women laughed as they watched my penis spring to attention while washing Jessica's panties. Ms. Gruer suggested, "Why don't you smell each one of them first, front and back to see how much you need to clean them?"
I was allowed to vacuum while the clothes were drying and then dusted. By the time I finished this chore, it was time for bed. the women had me give them a quick massage and led me to Jessica's bedroom. I was ordered to strip naked. Jessica put her bathing cap around my cock before Ms. Gruer tied me up. I was put at the foot of Jessica's bed, and that is where I spent the night.
-=o=-
I awoke with a firm hard-on, and the sting of Ms. Gruer's hand on my ass. I was untied, and ushered off to the kitchen where I made breakfast for the three of us.
After breakfast, and my subsequent cleaning up thereafter, I completed my chores. I set up the ironing board in the living room where Jessica and Ms. Gruer were reading magazines. I could see from the covers that they were my favorite type of magazine, featuring femme domme topics.
Once I finished ironing, folding the clothes, and putting them away, I was ordered to use my now well educated tongue to play with their feet, and cunts for the rest of the morning as they traded magazines and discussed what to do with me for the rest of the day. One thing was for sure. There was a lot of housework in my future.
It wasn't until I started to prepare dinner that I realized that they were expecting company. I had dinner ready to heat and serve by 4:30. The women gave be a break at 5:00 and suggested I use the time to "freshen up" and get into my uniform.
The first guest arrived at 6 PM sharp. She smiled devilishly at me as I answered the door, and looked instinctively down at my erected cock sticking out from my short skirt. "Why, Agnes," she exclaimed, "He's absolutely cute! Have you housebroken him yet?"
"We're getting there, Janet," replied mistress Gruer, "He still has a few things to learn, but he's very obedient."
In addition to mistress Janet, three other women arrived in short order: Linda, Charlotte, and Candice. I didn't know Linda and Charlotte who appeared to be friends of Ms. Gruer, but Candice was a summer intern accountant in our finance department. She was much younger than the other women. I later found out she was only 20 and going into her junior year in college. She wasn't much older than my daughter, and I knew that I could never look her in the eye again when we met in the hall at work. I would always be humbled in her presence.
Agnes had arranged the evening's activities. At first, it was a mere social hour with the women lounging in the living room as I fetched their drinks and served hors d'erves. It pained me to see the mess they were making in "my" living room, the one I so painstakingly cleaned over the last two days. No doubt I would be required to clean it again the following day.
After the social hour and many trips for me between the kitchen and living room, dinner was served. I had set the table, served the dinner and waited on my guests' every need during the meal. After dinner, I served coffee and dessert back out in the living room and rapidly cleared the table.
"Come out here, sissy maid!", Jessica called. "You can do the dishes later. Right now, our guests need some after dinner entertainment. Put in that tape we've been working on for the last several months."
Indeed, the tape was nearly full. Ms. Gruer and istress VanBell had caught virtually every moment of their domination of me on tape, and even in its edited version it took over an hour and a half to run.
Charlotte came back from the storage room carrying a chair. I could guess its function the moment I looked at it. It looked exactly like a normal straight back chair except that the seat was replaced with a toilet seat. The seat was like the ones I last saw decades ago in basic training (come to think of it, that was the last time I cleaned toilets too!). It was shaped like a horse shoe. That is, it had an opening in the front.
While the tape was running, the women played "musical chairs" with me. The chair was placed in the center of the room facing the TV. My job was to kneel in front of it, put my face in the slot, and perform cunnilingus on the occupant. The women kept rotating through the seat throughout the entire movie.
"Let's have some live entertainment," shouted Linda. I was placed kneeling on the coffee table facing the seated assembly of frenzied females. They must have all been drunk on wine by this time, since they didn't seem to have much interest in tormenting me. "Get it off, boy. Let's see you come."
"Another grab the pole and pull the foreskin show," I thought. Again I thought wrong. "Here, fuck these for us," said Charlotte, slipping off and holding out her sneakers. I figured she wanted me to stick my cock inside and hump away, so I made a grab for the sneakers. She slapped my hands away. "No shithead," she said, "I'll do that, you just supply the cock."
She held her sneakers together sole to sole and placed the heels under the head of my organ. Slowly she pulled the sneakers towards herself allowing my penis to bump and rub its way along the fluted edges of the outsole. A few strokes like this is all it took to get me fully erected. "Atta girl, Charlotte, tickle him up good," encouraged Ms. Gruer.
Charlotte opened up the top of her "sneaker book" and let my penis drop into the channel. Instinctively, I started humping. She played the opening and closing of the gap as well as the angle at which she tilted the sneakers into my body so as to grab my cock on the backstroke, and push at it during my forward thrusts.
Several minutes later, I erupted in splash of steaming semen to the "ahas" and other delights of my female audience. As usual with rubber masturbation, I came vigorously. I shot my semen all the way to the heels, and had so much come on the soles that it was in danger of dripping over the sides.
"Tilt your head back," ordered Charlotte. One of the women grabbed my hair and pulled it back. Charlotte placed the toe of one of her sneakers to my lips, and slowly tilted the heel up so he ejaculate could slide down into my waiting mouth. She did the same with her other sneaker, and made me lick both of them clean.
The women were pleased with my performance and complimented me as they left. Charlotte mentioned to Ms. Gruer, "Nice workout. Next time, my place. The coven has got to see this."
Chapter 7
The trip to Charlotte's didn't happen until a month later. This time, my mistresses gave me both Tuesday and Thursday afternoon off so I could perform for a Thursday evening function.
Ms. Gruer, Jessica and myself arrived at about 5:30, and were met at the door by a naked man who was wearing only a slave color and some device on his cock and balls that had tiedown points on it indicating that it, too, could be used as some kind of a lead.
"Agnes, dear," our hostess gushed, "Come in. I'm so glad you could make it. I wouldn't want to disappoint the coven. You wouldn't believe the calls I got from the newsletter. The sisters are really looking forward to this."
"Well, I hope we don't disappoint," said Ms. Gruer. "Where can we go to get our slut ready?"
"Bring him to Charlie's room, I should have everything you need there. Do you need any help?"
"Not so soon," laughed Ms. Gruer. "You'll have to wait your turn with the rest of the sisters."
I was led into a room whose description would have fit an Inquisition chamber. There were hooks, shackles and chains of every description. In various places around the room were bars, stools, benches and other devices that could be placed so a person could be fastened in any pose the fastener desired.
I wanted to know more, but my owners were in a hurry. They had me get dressed in my maid's uniform. I could see that Charlie was getting dressed in his as well.
I was shackled with my hands over my head to one of the supports while Jessica worked her rubber ball magic on me. "That's an interesting technique, Jessica," remarked Charlotte, "Where did you ever learn how to do that?"
"It's just something I picked up playing with my cousin. I caught him pumping his cock into my girlfriend, Jayne. He was 19 and Jayne and I were both 12 at the time. I knew he'd do just about anything to keep himself out of jail, and me quiet."
"Jayne and I made him masturbate for us, and then started playing with whatever was handy. We tried a rubber ball, and it made him ejaculate again. After that, we tried it on other boys, and we could make them come, too. I've must have done this with dozen of pricks before getting Dick, here."
I was getting to the edge again, and I knew that Jessica wouldn't let me get off until the evening was over. She took several minutes to get me going really good, and then used the ball to smear the precome all over my penis. "There," she said, "that looks better. Cocks look much more attractive when they're big, red, hard, and have a 'sheen' to them. Dry cocks just aren't as appealing."
She then went to work on Charlie to make sure his dick also had appeal.
This gathering was less spontaneous than the affair at Jessica's house. It apparently was just one of many monthly meetings that these women have. There were thirteen women in the group, although only eight were in attendance this particular evening, Jessica, Ms. Gruer, Charlotte, and Candice and four new women: Mary Beth, Katharine, Cheryl and Denise.
"Good evening, ladies," our hostess began, "Tonight, we have a special treat. Agnes has brought us a new toy to play with. He's been in training now for about 6 months, and shows a lot of promise. I hope we can continue his training."
At the moment, the women seemed content to look Charlie and I over and have us wait on them. After refreshments, and the "social hour," Charlie and I were ordered to clean up and refresh our guest's drinks. I wanted to inform Charlie about the things Ms. Gruer and Jessica learned to do with me, but we were ordered not to speak unless spoken to by a woman.
As it turned out, none of my warnings would have been appropriate since rubber masturbation was not on the agenda tonight.
"Girls, girls! Let me have your attention," our hostess inter- rupted, "Agnes, Jessica and I have been working on a special program we think you'll enjoy. We're going to play a game with audience participation.
We're going to have a cock fight. The object of the game is to divide into two teams of three women each and see who can make their boy come first.
As you know, we usually use some sort of toy to make our boys come. This time we're going to use the boys themselves. We'll face the boys penis to penis and have the women manipulate the organs against one another.
One woman will be the spitter. Her job is to make sure her penis stays slick all over by spitting on it. The other woman will be the rubber. She will hold her penis by its shaft and rub the head against the other team's cock.
The idea is to rub the cocks together and make the other girls' penis come first. To make sure that the women have complete control, the boys will each be tied to his own pole. This will keep them from trying to hump. We'll need the remaining sisters to hold the poles."
Charlotte and Ms. Gruer agreed to act as judges. Somehow the women chose up sides. Charlie's team consisted of Mary Beth as rubber, Katharine as spitter, and Cheryl as pole girl. My pit crew cosisted of Jessica as rubber, Candice as spitter, and Denise as pole girl.
Charlie and I were ordered to remove our skirts and panties. This left us in heels, stockings, garter belt, and maid's cap -- still very feminine, but with penises very accessable. I was lashed to the pole from knees through the chest. My hands were tied behind the pole. I could hobble into position. The women initially positioned Charlie and I face-to-face about a foot apart and then jiggled the poles down the final inch so they rested on the floor.
There were some last minute adjustments as the women decided the best starting position for the match. They agreed to overlap our penises by about an inch. During the course of the match, they could alter this overlap slightly by tilting back or forwards on the pole. The mechanical advantage provided by the pole made this easy to do.
I could feel Jessica's cool hand as she placed her fingers at the base of my cock. I watched as Mary Beth did the same to Charlie. Charlotte shouted, "Go!" and the match was on.
We touched cocks, and both teams were content to bang our cocks together for the first couple of minutes. Denise pulled me back and Jessica held me still while Candice let a large drop of spit drip out her lips and covered the head of my prick with it. The other team got the same idea. Katharine bent over and lubricated my opponent's cock.
We were leaned back together, and Jessica and Mary Beth went back into action. The two women changed tactics. They seemed content to circle our cocks around one another. I imagine with some practice, they could be very efficient. However, as it was, they were bringing us up to orgasm slowly. After a while, Candice and Katharine were out of a job as Charlie and I started producing our own lubrication.
Eventually, Mary Beth's team did bring me to the edge. I could feel the tightness in my nuts that preceeds an ejactualtion. I was suddenly taken by surprise by Charlie. Charlie is about 10 years younger than me, and perhaps a little quicker on the trigger. He came first. Jessica's team had won. All of the women cheered.
Just as I was about to come myself, I could see Charlie's creamy white come gush out, covering my cock with his hot ejaculate. The sensation really excited me, but all that extra lubrication reduced the physical stimulation. That didn't stop our mistresses. They kept me at it for several minutes more until I came.
After they untied us, Ms. Gruer announced, "Now it's time for you to clean each other off." I knew what she meant, and I was horrified. "Richard, get down on your knees and lick Charlie clean."
I dropped to my knees, but was hesitant. I panicked. I had never had a man in my mouth before. I didn't know what to do. I froze, and momentarily tuned out the rest of the world. I was brought back by a belt lash from Ms. Gruer. It took me by surprise, and I yelled out in pain. She said, "I can see we're going to have to train you". She tied my hands behind my back with a scarf and looped the belt over my head. She yanked the belt hard. Fortunately, the belt didn't cinch up, so I didn't choke, but it gave my head quite a jolt nonetheless.
Using the belt as a leader, she pulled my head closer to Charlie's organ. When I got up close, she said, "Kiss it. Don't take it in your mouth just yet, but kiss it". I did, and I could taste Greg's come (or was it mine) even through my closed lips. She continued her instructions, "OK, now I want to to see your tongue. stick it out and put it in his pee hole". As I complied, she went on, "Stick it in deeper and flick it". As I did, my tongue slipped out and lapped along the head of Charlie's penis. Ms. Gruer kept encuraging me, "Keep fucking his pee hole with your tongue".
Ms. Gruer waited until Charlie's cock was rock hard again and then gave me my next set of instructions. "Now, lick his dick. Pretend it's a melting popsicle, and you don't want to miss any. Make sure you do the whole thing all the way around, but keep coming back to the head". It took me a couple or more minutes to get that done. By this time, Charlie had a drop of pre-come already oozing out of his penis.
"You're doing good. We'll make a first class cocksucker out of you yet. Next, I want you to put your lips up to the head of his cock and pretend it's a straw and suck on it. Now, blow! --- Suck --- Blow ---", she said, providing me with the rythm she wanted to maintain. "That's it, keep doing it. Use your tongue in his pee hole, and try to force some of your spit into it". I could feel Charlie's organ getting harder and harder. It was swelling and pulsating with the rhythm. I could taste the little trickes of precome with every intake.
"OK, little slut-boy. Now take him into your mouth. Move those lips up and swallow that thing", Ms. Gruer ordered. As Charlie slid his member into my mouth, I felt that I was going to choke. The bitch noticed this and said, "Relax, cocksucker. You're supposed to be enjoying this". Charlie was kind to me and only stuck in the first few inches of his cock. "Swirl your tongue around it. French kiss it, and make sure you touch the tip of your tongue to the back of the head of his cock", continued my female coach, "Keep sucking and blowing and don't forget the pee hole".
She let me go on like this for at least five more minutes, before she spoke to Charlie. "Now fuck his face", she said, and he put the full length of his member deeper into my mouth. I gagged a little, but I eventually got used to his thrusting and could pay attention to other things like how he was beginning to tense up. I could tell by the throbbing in his hot prick that he was about to come.
I prepared for his ejactualtion as best I could, and I knew without being told by the women that I was expected to swallow his full load. Nonetheless, his ejaculation was forceful, and I choked on it. With his penis filling my mouth, his semen had nowhere to go but out my nose. The women giggled and Ms. Gruer told Charlie, "OK, you can stop now. Take it out and let little slut-boy breathe again". I was never so relieved as when Charlie slid his organ back out of my mouth.
I collapsed to the floor quivering, coughing, and gasping for breath. I was sure that I just escaped death by gagging.
Jessica laughed, "You certainly do know how to put on a show. You'll do. You'll do..."
Chapter 8
The women decided that we needed a little more variety in our Tuesady and Thursday training sessions. Jessica explained it to me. "You've done very well. You have been most cooperative, and learned humility very well. If you lack anything, it's in technique. You still need some more training, but more than anything else, you need practice."
"Come here," she said. "Lean over your desk and grab the far side." I've assumed this position on many occasions for a spanking, but the women usually prefered me over their knees. I knew something else was up when I felt Jessica spread my cheeks apart as Ms. Gruer started greasing up the entrance to my anus.
So far, I've had very limited experience with this kind of thing. Ms. Gruer occasionally used a very dinky dildo (maybe four inches total length, and maybe a whole inch in diameter). Jessica preferred to use her finger. I knew that all that was about to change.
Jessica laid the dildo collection out on the desk in front of me so I could examine it at close range. The anticipation of the unknown was intimadating. She always knew how to keep me on edge. Her weaponry ranged from the little-boy prick that my ass already knew to a huge monster that looked at least eight inches long and two inches wide!
Jessica sat on the desk beside my face and held my ass cheeks apart. Ms. Gruer picked up "little boy" and slowly inserted it into my anus. I actually felt comfortable with it as I felt it slide into the lower reaches of my intestines. She probbed forward with it until she was pushing my intestines to put pressure on the area inside me where the penis and the scrotum met. It was hard to tell. The nerve endings in that area of the body are sort of genralized and you tend to feel pressures rather than specific touches.
I enjoyed the sensation, and it was giving me quite a hard-on. Ms. Gruer started pumping it in and out with a fucking motion. That felt a little painful and I grunted to let her know.
"Relax," she assured me, "You,ll get used to this and more. This is just the beginning. You'll want more and ask for it."
She was right about getting used to it. Once I could get over the mild pain I found that I actually liked the varying pulsating pressure she was creating inside my body. My cock swelled, and I started dripping precome.
She kept it up for about 15 minutes before graduating to a larger dildo. This one wasn't much longer, but it was wider. I didn't think my rectum could stretch that much, but with an insistant and gentle pressure, she pushed it in. My asshole hurt, but I got used to it after a while. She was very gradual with her movements, and seemed to be content to just let it fill me.
Over the next couple of weeks, the women took turns stretching my asshole and getting more agressive with their pumping motions. I never graduated to "Goliath," but I was accomodating a dildo slightly bigger than my own cock.
My graduation from this phase of my training came on a Tuesday afternoon when, instead of using a hand-held dildo to butt fuck me, Jessica mounted one onto a belt and got behind me.
She pumped me with strong, long strokes. There was ocassional pain, but mostly a feeling of being full. She drove her thrusts forward pushing hard on my pubic region from the inside. She was stimulating those areas which, prior to dildo training, only spankings could vaguely vibrate.
With spankings, I needed some external stimulus to come, even if it was only to have my cock clamped between her legs. With this technique, she was attacking my very ejaculatory centers directly. She didn't have to stimulate my cock to build up the reaction to cause ejaculation. She was providing direct action!
It felt so wierd. Instead of the sensations beginning at the penis and working towards the center of the body, the pleasure exploded inside me and worked its way out. It was extemely intense, this internal orgasm I had. I wonder if this is how women experience sex? If so, I want to be one. The experience was much more satisfying and fulfilling than any other sexual encounter I've ever had. It was almost as much spiritual as physical even though it seemed to involve much more of my total body than a conventional orgasm.
I could only look at Jessica with love and devotion in my eyes. I definately felt that she took me where no man had gone before. I couldn't remember a time when I was never hers. I was more committed to her now than I ever thought possible.
She dismounted and pointed to the floor in front of her. "On your knees. Clean me up." I licked the dildo clean.
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"On your knees!" Ms. Gruer said. God, how many times have I heard that command since Jessica and Ms. Gruer took control of my sex life. I hadn't spent this many hours on my knees since I stopped crawling and learned how to walk. Bless me mistress, for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last consession.
Ms. Gruer observed, "You're not the only one who likes having his ass tickled. Women like it too."
Ms. Gruer dropped her skirt and panties and laid over the desk just like I did the week before. "Come over here. Walk on your knees. You know where to park your nose."
I moved forward and touched the tip of my nose to the very beginning of the crack of her ass. I followed it down slowly and gently until I nestled it in her anus.
"Good boy," she purred. She leaned back pushing into my nose. At first, I felt it flatten out like I was getting a slow punch in the nose, but then suddenly, either she rleaxed her sphincher, or my nose overcame the resistance, and it slid on in.
"Hmmmm," she purred, "Now you're learning the real value of training. The lowest part of woman -- our sweat, our piss, or our shit -- is to be worshiped by man. Smell my shit!" She rocked back and forth ever so slightly so I could fuck her ass with my nose. This made sense. If I had it buried all the time I wouldn't be able to smell her. This kept a layer of slightly watery excrement mixed in with the air mixture I was inhaling.
When she was satisfied that I had enough of her shit in my nostrals to keep me smelling it constantly, she changed tactics. "OK, let's have some tongue." I made my tounge into the longest, sharpest stabbing instrument that my months of training could make it and pushed forward. She mashed her massive ass back and burried my face. Surprisingly enough air leaked in along the sides of my face so I could breathe.
What my tongue found was soft and warm. It wasn't like the hard feces I was used to exceting. Then I remembered that Ms. Gruer was primarily a vegetarian. I wondered how that affected her bowel contents. I wondered if there would be a difference between the taste of Ms. Gruer's recycled diet, and Jessica's. I found out later on in the session.
As with the other things the women trained me on, they escallated my training to continually challenge my female worshipping skills. They took to eating spicy foods before my sessions. If you think that jalopenas or chillie peppers are hot going down, you should taste them coming out! Not only that, but particularly spicy foods produce some very foul smelling and tasting bowel movements. They even graduated to feeding me little tidbits of their excreta.
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Epilogue
I drove back from the airport with my wife. We had just shipped our daughter off to college. My wife was a little misty-eyed sending her little girl out into the world. I tried somewhat clumsily to assure her that she'd be alright.
I pulled into the driveway, let my wife out of the car, and put the car in the garage. I came in the side of the house looking for my wife, "Honey, where are you."
"In here," came her voice from the living room. "Come here. I want to show you something."
I walked into the living room and my heart froze. There were Jessica and Ms. Gruer. In the VCR was one of the many tapes of our domination sessions. The rest lay on the top.
The three women broke out in gales of laughter at my shocked appearance. I couldn't speak. My wife filled me in.
"It was me all the time. I found one of your magazines in your briefcase. I saw the lable with the office address. I knew you received the mail there. I was infuriated and called the office to see if I could get the mail stopped. I got Agnes on the phone. She had a much better way to get even with you."
"That's why I was so understanding about your business trips. I've been keeping up with every step of your training. I've been watching the tapes as they were being made. I know about your Tuesday-Thursday sessions, and Charlotte's Web. I know about each of the degrading things you've submitted yourself to."
"I knew I wanted what you wanted. I knew you wanted to be dominated by women. I wanted a submissive and totally obedient husband. The only thing was that I didn't know how to train you. Agnes assured me that she had the skills and the resources to do the job."
Waving her hand at the VCR she continued, "Apparently she's done a good job. Now your training is complete. We now have the house to ourselves for most of the time, and we can become -- how shall I put this? -- more active in our sex lives. Up until now, you've been playing the game part-time. Now, you can live it all the time. I'll take charge of you at home, and Jessica and Ms. Gruer will make sure you behave at the office."
"Jessica has done a little research for me -- damn, she's good. You really ought to give that girl a raise -- and she's put me onto the FDMC Society. In case you haven't heard of them, they are a group for Female Dominant Married Couples. They cater to married couples with special arrangements like us -- arrangements where the wife rules and the husband obeys."
I was actually relieved. It was out in the open. I was concerned what my wife would think of my involvement with other women. She laughed, "It's masturbation! That's all it is. Did you ever really have sex with them? Did they give you so much as a blow job? It's no different than jerking off. OK, so they control it, and you perform under their supervision, but that's just scenery. You are mine."
I had to admit she was right.
I am now in total service of my wife. Jessica and Ms. Gruer sometimes visit us at home, and sometimes my wife will visit me at the office and we all go out to lunch together. The after lunch activities are very interesting, but always under the control of my mate. My wife and I regularly attend Charlotte's parties and she is proud to show me off to the other women. About the only time we revert to a traditional lifestyle is when our daughter comes home from school. The FDMC is a great support group in helping us deal with that.
My wife and I have a wonderful relationship. We love each other to the ends of the earth. I simply worship her, and she knows how to meet my special needs.
To Jessica -- thanks.

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