Jessica

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."