Chapter
2
There's normally some
compensation for working on Saturdays -- I don't have to shave or
dress up. Was I wrong on both counts in this case!
At precisely 9 AM Jessica
showed up at my office with "the bitch" in tow. Both of them were
dressed casually in tops, jeans, and sneakers. In casual gear, Jessica
was still a knock-out. Even Ms. Gruer looked almost like a woman.
Ms. Gruer was carrying
a package. She gave me a disdainful look, "Look at this," she exclaimed,
"He hasn't shaved this morning. There's nothing more disgusting
than a fuzzy man."
Jessica added her two
cents, "There's nothing more disgusting than a fuzzy and stupid
man." She turned to me and lectured, "What kind of idiot can't remember
a simple 10 commandments? Why aren't you undressed? Can't you get
anything right? We women are not going to do all the work for you,
you lazy, cock-tugging son of a bitch. Now get your ass out of those
clothes!"
Ms. Gruer got some tape
from the package. It was wide tape with fibers in it used to wrap
packages. Wrapping it securely around my wrists behind my back,
she knew it would be a while before I could free myself, if indeed
I could. She continued with the job by binding my ankles as well.
The finishing touch was the tape across my mouth.
She then retrieved the
next item out of her bag of tricks, a razor. After dry shaving my
face, she continued working down the entire body. Ms. Gruer had
me nearly totally denuded of hair when Jessica had some sympathy
for me and suggested some lather for my genitals. Ms Gruer agreed,
"Ya! We don't want to nick them up. We need them in good shape later."
Except for my head,
the soles of my feet, and my now clean shaven penis and balls, my
body felt like it was on fire. My ordeal was just beginning.
Jessica cut the tape
loose, and handed me some items from the bag. They included a maid's
uniform, complete with short skirt, stockings, and garter belt.
I looked at her puzzled. She said, "Don't worry, you stupid man,
we'll show you how to get into all of this. We'll also train you
how to paint your toenails and use makeup before we're done. You
have no idea how difficult it was for Ms. Gruer and I to get this
stuff for you. It's going to take weeks before your shoes are ready.
Let's see if someone with a penis can master high heels, or will
Ms. Gruer and I have to train you like a little girl?"
With the assistance
of my two female companions, I was in my feminine frillery in about
5 minutes. As I looked down, I was surprised at how exciting the
outfit made me feel. I wish I had a mirror. I didn't really need
one as the panties did nothing more than hold my balls, and hold
my penis straight out. The skirt was so short it merely drapped
down both sides of my prick.
My penis, which had
been rigid ever since the shaving incident was almost purple with
the trapped blood. It felt like it weighed about 10 pounds, I could
feel my pulse in it, and actually see the veins pulsing with every
beat of my heart. It was also dripping copious amounts of precome.
Ms. Gruer ordered me
to lift my skirt and lean over my desk for a ritual spanking. Neither
she nor Jessica seemed to be interested in hurting me this time.
As Jessica put it, "You're really not a bad little boy. We just
want to give you a little something to remember your manners by."
With my spanking over,
Ms. Gruer dropped her jeans and panties about her ankles and announced,
"He does me first today." Once again, I was down on my knees in
front of my desk with my head stuck between a woman's legs. Once
again, I could hear the whir of the video camera. Ms. Gruer enjoyed
being eaten out. She gushed love juices like the fountain outside
the building, and I had a tough time keeping up with her gyrations
as she fucked my face. On a couple of occasions, I thought she would
suffocate me with her pussy. By the time I was allowed to pull out,
my face was totally drenched.
Jessica switched places
with her, and I was off and licking again. Just as my tongue was
nearing exhaustion, Jessica let me go. "Good boy," she said, "We
will let you come for us." I was expecting to be subjected to another
penis pumping exhibition for the women, but they had more aggressive
plans.
Jessica had me lie on
my back on my desk and she immobilized all four of my limbs by taping
them to the legs of the desk. In this position, on my back, legs
over the side of the desk, arms behind my body, and back slightly
arched, my penis stuck up and I felt extremely vulnerable.
Ms. Gruer kicked off
her jeans and panties, got up on the desk, and straddled my face.
Jessica grabbed hold of my dick with one hand and started rubbing
it with something in her other hand. Whatever it was, it was ticklishly
electrifying; it was bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. At
first I had no idea what it was, but I got a hint when Ms. Gruer
said, "Squeeze them!", in response to my not licking her vigorously
enough.
Jessica grabbed my balls
and squeezed hard. Pain shot through my body. I muffled a cry, and
stuck my tongue deeper into Ms. Gruer's cunt. In the process, Jessica
let go of the object she was using to masturbate me. I felt it roll
down my leg and heard as it rolled off the desk and bounced on the
floor. It was a rubber ball!
Jessica retrieved it
and went to work in earnest on my cock. She grabbed it at the base
with her left hand and made a tight ring with her thumb and index
finger. This trapped more blood in the organ and made it even more
rigid and sensitive. I could feel my pulse in my prick. My cock
felt so swollen in her petite hands. The skin was so taut, it itched.
Jessica took her middle finger and placed the tip of it at the base
of my scrotum. I almost came at this point. I didn't think I was
going to make it.
I could feel a huge
drop of precome at the tip of my penis. Jessica began by placing
the rubber ball up against the pee hole and giving it a couple of
twists. She used the precome to lubricate the ball and then went
to work rubbing it against the underside of the shaft of my organ.
She made sure she gently and briskly nicked the "cheeks" (5 and
7 o'clock position of the head as you look at it from the front).
I could feel myself
tensing in anticipation of orgasm. So could she. Somehow she could
tell by the placement of her middle finger on my scrotum. I don't
know where she learned how to do that, but she did it well. She
moved her rubbing from the head to just the back part of the shaft
for a few strokes. I teetered back from the brink just a little
bit.
She squeezed tighter
on the base of my cock. The head swelled and dripped some more semen
in a mini-orgasm which was the merest flicker of greater things
to come. She moved the ball back to the pee hole and twirled it
around a couple of times again. This time, when she was done, she
used the ball to spread the slippery liquid over the head, gently
spiraling out until she was running the ball on the ridges behind
the head.
The feeling I felt sexually
was analogous to the physical sensation one gets when he leans back
too far in his chair and begins to loose his balance. There's that
split second between control and falling in which the entire body
is in suspense. Only, this was worse, the split second of anticipation
was stretched out indefinitely.
Again she eased off
with the ball, and pressed down on her left hand grip.
She kept alternating
between rubbing the shaft underneath, and spiraling around the head.
I was ready to come
within seconds of her touching the rubber to my cock and I knew
that she could keep me in that heightened state of arousal for as
long as she wanted.
I could feel the sexual
pressure building and building. I wanted to come so badly. The muscles
at the base of my penis were stimulated to the very edge of contraction.
The synapses which control the mechanism of my ejacualtion were
charged to just short of firing. Everything was so "tight," it was
at the breaking point. At any given instant I was within a half
second of orgasm, yet Jessica didn't let me come. She managed to
keep me on the tenuous tightrope between anticipation and satisfaction.
I felt that the slightest, unmeasurable bit of extra stimulation,
even a stay breeze, would send me cascading over the precipice.
Realistically, Jessica
only had me "on the ball" for about a quarter of an hour, but to
me it felt like a day of torturous pleasure. I forgot about everything
else. My entire universe consisted of just my tongue, Ms. Gruer's
cunt, Jessica's talented fingers, my penis and the rubber ball.
The hotter I got, the
more fervently my tongue flicked. Finally, it was too much even
for Ms. Gruer. She shuttered, and lost control. Her warm love juices
gushed onto my face. Then suddenly, her flow changed, and I found
I was being sprayed with her urine. "Swallow it slut-boy," she commanded,
and I tried, nonetheless, I still had a lot of her piss on my face.
In a state of total domination by women and my own immature sexual
frustration I would have obeyed the order of any woman to do any
thing.
The golden shower added
a new dimension to my humiliation. With it went my last shred of
dignity. Now that I had satisfied Ms. Gruer's physical lust, I was
just something to piss on.
To Jessica, I was merely
a plaything. Jessica took my most prized possession, my holy of
holies, the very essence of my maleness, and made it a girl's toy
for a girl to play with in a girl's game. I am sure that any outside
observer could not detect any difference in what Jessica was doing
to my prick, but she did something, and that something added a microscopic
increase in stimulation. That imperceptible increment of sexual
excitement which was denied me for so long was finally supplied.
I came. The muscle contractions
were so powerful, that they were painful. I could feel the pulsating
pressure in the tube of my shaft. I could feel the volumes of semen
as they spewed forth and covered the entire front of my body with
hot come. I shot a lot of it, and I shot it far. Not even in my
teenaged years was I able to come so much.
It started as a tingling
at the tip of my penis, and traveled like an electric charge to
my balls where it was turned into sharp contractions which shot
a lightening bolt of excitement to the base of my spine, into the
pit of my stomach, and spasmed my adrenal glands. I lost all control
over my body and became dizzy. I even had difficulty breathing.
Ms. Gruer could feel the reaction in my tongue as I shot it in a
deep searching probe into her vagina.
I could feel the laws
of physics at work in the hose in Jessica's hands as it jerked with
equal and opposite force to the fluid pulsing out of it out under
such high pressure and volume.
Semen gushed from my
penis is such quantity that I thought it was a dream. It didn't
seem to be me. It was like it was someone else doing it. I came
long. I came hard. I came hot. I came over and over.
I had been masturbating
since I was eleven, and I never felt anything like this. I no longer
had any doubt that my life as a free man was over. These women knew
I needed sex release. They could induce intense sexual desire in
me with literally a flick of the wrist. My options were simple,
freedom or sex. Being a male, I had no choice. My surrender to the
female gender was complete. I could never have full sexual satisfaction
again unless it was at the hands of one of these dominant women.
I lay there exhausted
and content. Jessica cut my bonds and I was allowed to clean up
as best I could. Jessica informed me that it was my responsibility
to clean the maid's uniform since I was the one who soiled it. She
expected to see me in it next Saturday. She informed me that it
would have to be hand washed.
As I was getting back
into my clothes, Jessica announce, "I've cleared your calendar for
Tuesdays and Thursdays at 1 PM from now on. Ms. Gruer and I have
some indoctrination training for you."
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