Jessica

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.