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Chapter Eight – Suck It
Saturday was a day I had been looking forward to for a very long time. After two agonizing months, this was the day I would finally get a chance to have an ejaculatory release.
I was incredibly attentive to my wife all morning long. It occurred to me how owned I had become at this stage of the game. Lydia had me conditioned like a dog to respond to her commands with total devotion. I respected and feared her. In fact, I guess you could say I had a great deal of respect for all women in general.
Lydia surprised me by informing me Anna would be joining us today. I knew what that meant: More humiliation. But I vowed to be completely deferential to her as well. I didn't want to screw this up. And Anna was not a woman to be trifled with, even though deep inside I still felt like she was an annoying little hussy.
Lydia had me stand beside her as she applied make-up for the day's "festivities." She wore a turquoise floral dress. I had to admit she looked stunning as she admired herself in the mirror and carefully applied her eye liner. I stood, head hanging in shame, waiting for my orders, like the fool I had become.
The doorbell rang. "That must be Anna," said Lydia. "Go answer the door. When she enters, kiss her feet and then offer your backside to her. Tell her you're a bad boy, and beg her for additional female correction."
"Yes, Ma'am," I said without hesitation, though I could feel my face reddening. You would think by now I would have become accustomed to being spoken to that way by my wife, but my face always turned red, probably because once upon a time I was a misogynist and it never failed to humiliate me when I was spoken to in such a manner by the women who now ruled my life. And I truly hated submitting to Anna, the short, chunky lawyer-bitch, who never liked me to begin with and now had gained this control over me. Anna was a mean, vindictive woman and I knew she wouldn’t take any mercy on me. My heart began beating faster.
"Hurry up!" Lydia said, not taking her eyes off the mirror.
I rushed to comply, my penis bobbing up and down the entire way down the staircase. I could feel the air between my legs since I was naked as usual other than the restricting device attached to my sex organ. As I thought of who I was about to greet, my face turned red and I felt an urge to run away.
Anna clenched her hands together and let out a big giggle when she saw me lie on the floor and give her a “proper” greeting. "Look at what's become of you," she said. “All that obedience training is paying off, just like it always does.”
She wore a striking dark purple dress with a big leather belt that helped highlight her full-bodied curves. She had matching high heels that made her look taller than she was. I had to say - probably because I was so horny - that Anna looked like a real woman. Plus, the scent of her perfume invaded my senses and made my penis begin to twitch against its cage.
Anna was still a total bitch as far as I was concerned, and she could stand to lose 15-20 pounds, but I had no choice but to recognize her as my superior. As I took my place at her feet to offer her a proper greeting, it occurred to me that she Anna had been right along - maybe I had learned a few things about respect for the female. As she stepped inside the house, I planted several kisses on each shoe. I heard her laugh again and say, "Someone has had a serious attitude adjustment. And they say corporal punishment is a thing of the past. Look at what a wonderful impact it has had on you."
"Thank you, Superior Miss Anna," I said, and then I remembered to turn offer my ass to her. "I'm a bad boy, Miss Anna, and could use additional female correction." Then, as instructed by Lydia, I gave myself a couple of slaps on my own ass.
Anna howled with laughter. "There will be plenty of time for that later, if necessary, so make sure you behave today. Now where's the head of household?"
As if on cue, Lydia appeared at the top of the stairs. "Hey, girlfriend!"
"Oh there you are." She walked right past me and greeted Lydia with a warm hug, while I stayed on the floor and awaited instruction. "Look at what you've done. I'm so proud of you. Does he have any idea what we have in store for him?"
"Of course not!" laughed my wife. She turned to me. "Charlie, we're taking a road trip. Run upstairs and put on some slacks. No underwear! And a collared shirt."
"Yes, ma'am," I said. I ran upstairs while the women exchanged greetings. The thought of a potential orgasm caused me to dress in double speed. Back downstairs, the women were talking on the couch.
With that, I followed the women out to the car. They made me hold the door for each of them - they both sat in the back - while I drove. They directed me to the local high end mall on the opposite end of town. When we arrived, we headed right for the lingerie store. It was a French boutique, which specialized in lingerie for women who had “graduated” from Victoria's Secret.
Several fashionable saleswomen were busy with customers. I could see where this was going and my heart began racing. Unfortunately the store was quite full.
Lydia walked us over to a pair of young saleswomen who were chatting idly near the back of the store. Both were dressed professionally in dark, tight pinstriped suits. Neither of them could have been more than 20 years old. They had similar figures, both around five and a half feet tall and quite fit. One was quite beautiful, with long dark hair done up in a sixties bee-hive sort of hairdo that I guess was making a comeback. The other was blonde and more cute than beautiful. She even had some of her baby fat left on her cheeks.
"Hi, girls, we'd like to feminize my slave husband here," she pointed at me. "We intend to purchase this bitch a full wardrobe of panties, stockings, bras and corsets. Can you help us?"
The two girls turned to each other and their faces absolutely lit up. "Sure," said the blonde. "Come right this way, ma'am."
"Please, I'm Lydia," she said, "And this is my friend Anna. The only person here who can call me ma'am is this bitch right here," she pointed at me. "And he should refer to both of you as ma'am as well. You can call him, bitch."
The girls turned to each other and giggled. "Sounds good to us," said the brunette.
"Lydia, Anna, bitch, follow us," said the blonde, causing a wave of laughter.
I made to follow and felt a ringing in my ears as Anna of all people slapped me in the side of my head. "What do you say, bitch?"
"Thank you ma'am."
"No problem, bitch," said the blonde, laughing. "I know about femdom relationships. One of my girlfriends treats her boyfriends this way. Maybe it's time I did as well."
With that, we went into the back room.
The next hour was humiliating, frustrating, and also highly erotic. The young girls paraded me in front of Lydia and Anna in one sissy outfit after another. My name soon became "sissy bitch." Everyone except me seemed to be having a grand old time. When I was first stripped naked, both girls were curious about my chastity device. Anna explained that it was a tool women used to keep men in line.
"You mean so he can't jerk it?" asked the grinning and astonished brunette.
"Exactly!" said Anna and Lydia in unison.
"Wow, sucks to be you," said the blonde.
I hung my head in shameful agreement.
Both sales ladies got a serious education in female dominance. They both reveled in my humiliation. At one point, they put me in a set of crotchless panties and stockings and showed how the outfit would provide "full exposure and extreme humiliation," as the blonde put it.
"There will be plenty of that," said my satisfied wife, "I intend to pimp him out and introduce him to cock. He won't like it at first, but he'll learn to LOVE it."
This caused a fresh round of laughter. It dawned on me that Lydia was dead serious. I began to fret about when or where this might happen. Lydia seemed to sense my apprehension.
"Look, girls! Sissy hubby doesn't like what we're talking about. Well, there's a quick solution for that. Across my lap, NOW, bitch!"
Across Lydia's lap I went. Then, she reached into her purse and pulled out a sturdy little hairbrush that she had been using for situations such as these. My ass had grown calloused over the past couple of months from all the spanking I had received, but the women in my life never failed to locate my weak spot and exploit it with their hard hairbrushes. I saw the animated look on the girls' face as my fresh tears began to flow.
"Isn't it a wonderful sound, girls?" asked Anna.
"Rebecca would LOVE to see this," said the blonde.
She left and moments later returned with an older woman, who I guessed was the store manager.
"Oh what do we have here?" said the woman in a British accent. "Ladies, allow me to introduce myself, I'm Rebecca - the store manager. It's great to see women like you visit our store. Please let me know whatever I can do to be of assistance."
By then, I was sobbing and kicking up my legs. Lydia put the hairbrush back in her purse and ordered me to thank the store manager for the privilege of shopping for my new "sissy bitch" outfit.
I still wore a pair of stockings and also had a pair of light pink frilly panties that were down around my knees. I stumbled over to the sales manager and began worshipping her and thanking her as instructed.
"Oh I'm doing it for your wife - not you, weakling." she said. She was a particularly beautiful and mature woman in her 30s, with a full set of lips. She wore a fashionable skirt and knee high boots, which I kissed.
"Is that a chastity device he's wearing?" asked the knowing sales manager.
"It is. Show Rebecca what that captured and controlled penis looks like!" ordered Lydia.
I immediately rolled onto my back at Rebecca's feet, and spread my legs as I was trained to do. Now all five women had full viewing access to my captive genitals, which must have amused them based on all the heartfelt laughter.
Rebecca put her hands on her hips and beamed down at me. "You know, there's something about poorly endowed men. They always seem to end up this way. Now, why would I even call you a man? Real men have real penises. That little thing couldn't arouse a 12 year old girl." For emphasis, she stuck her boot between my legs and gently prodded my desperate organ.
"A little dicklet such as this belongs in a nice pair of panties. Now stand up and pull up your new undergarments so we don't have to spend another moment looking at your pitiful excuse for a cock."
The room erupted in laughter as I did as I was told. I had to admit the panties felt good as I pulled them tight.
"Wait, Rebecca, before we finish, would you like to spank him?" offered Lydia.
"Oh dear, I'd very much like that, but I need to get back to the main floor. Oh, what the hell, I could at least give him a few slaps."
"Wonderful," said Anna, offering her chair. "Take him over your knee. It's the only proper way to teach respect."
With that, I went over Rebecca's knee. She refused the hairbrush instead choosing to spank my already tender ass with her open hand. The crisp slaps and my accompanying cries soon filled the room, as she spanked me to her complete satisfaction.
"Here's my business card," she said, when she was finished. Please call me any time. Good luck with this sissy wimp. Oh, by the way, if you need high heels for your bitch, my friend Leanna has a lovely boutique on the other side of the hall. You can't miss it. It's called Leanna's."
With that, we were off to the shoe store for more humiliation. By the time I got home, I had a full wardrobe of feminine attire.
I thought the day might be finished, but I didn't realize it had only just begun. In fact, it was about to get worse.
"What do we have, about a half hour before they come?" asked Lydia.
"I ordered them to arrive at 3:00 sharp," said Anna.
I knew better than to ask questions. I assumed it was more women to revel in my humiliation, but the fact that Anna used the word "ordered" got me thinking.
"Let's dress up this silly slut and make her look nice and pretty for her guests," said Lydia.
They brought me upstairs and ordered me to undress. Then, together they selected just about the frilliest outfit they could find. It was a pair of light pink satin panties with white ruffled laced edges. They ordered me to pull it tight around my ass until it wedged into my butt crack. I felt my cheeks turn red as I was hit with the realization that felt great.
Anna: “Look Lydia, I think he likes it.”
Lydia: “Is that true, bitch?”
I had to admit to them that the panties felt good. The women smiled and winked at each other. They had me put on a matching lace corset, bra and stockings. Then I was forced into a pair of hot pink 6" high heels they had purchased at Leanna's. Then, each woman took one of my elbows and escorted me over to the mirror. I kept slipping and turning my ankles, but neither woman seemed to mind. They were too busy insulting me.
Lydia: "Look at what an ugly slut I married, Anna!"
Anna: "If this whore is to make any dicks hard we're going to have to primp him up a bit."
With that, they took out some make-up and began fixing me up. First, Lydia wrapped a pink bow around my hair. Then Anna did my eyeliner, except she put too much on. Lydia applied a healthy amount of red blush to my cheeks. Then, to top it all off, Anna took a big thick tube of lipstick and smeared a healthy amount on my lips. She ordered me to smack my lips for them and they both got a good laugh as I did. They forced me to look at myself in the mirror and I have to admit I almost resembled a pretty slut. Then they made me walk back and forth and sway my hips in exaggerated fashion, so I looked like “the slag whore that I (was).”
"It's almost show time now!" said Anna, glancing at her watch.
"I can't wait," said Lydia, clasping her hands together. "This is going to be sweet revenge."
"You've had quite a bit of that already, don't you think?" asked Anna.
"Yes, but this will be special," said Lydia.
I had no idea why this would be special. What was the difference between this and some of the stuff I had already been put through by Carissa at work? It was just more of the same. If it meant I'd get to cum, then I would do anything they wanted. Little did I know what "anything" meant. These women had me so dominated and controlled, not to mention completely clueless at the devious plans they had in store for me.
The doorbell rang and the women excitedly escorted me downstairs. "Why don't you answer it, dear? I think it's for you," said Lydia.
"Yes ma'am," I said, opening the door expecting to be laughed at by a new group of female faces.
Imagine my surprise when I opened the door and discovered two big guys, both bald with goatees. And here I was dressed up like a complete sissy slut. It now dawned on me what was to take place. I turned and began waddling toward the steps, trying to find a place to hide. But thanks to the high heels, I couldn’t move that fast, and I twisted my ankle painfully.
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Anna stepped in front of me with a big smile on her face. "Not so fast, sissy bitch." For a moment I was tempted to push her out of the way but I knew that wasn't a realistic option. I heard my wife's voice.
"Charlie, these men are here for sexual satisfaction. As I'm sure you can imagine it won't come from me or Anna. Quite frankly, we're out of their league. No, they need a total cock-loving whore and you're it. Now you have a choice. You can either service their hard dicks the way we want you to. Or, you can resist and they are still going to bang your virgin asshole. In fact, go ahead and resist. It will be more entertaining that way, and you won't get to cum. What the fuck do I care? I’ll just leave your chastity belt on if I sense your lack of total enthusiastic cooperation."
I turned, weak at the knees and looked the men.
"That's what I thought," said Lydia. "Now get on your knees and warm them up."
I fell to my knees in front of the two men. Lydia and Anna stood next to the men and unbuttoned their jeans for them. They pulled out the men's hardening cocks. Both were in the 7" range.
"Who wants to go first?" asked Lydia to the two men. Lydia and Anna teased the men's rapidly stiffening dicks. It took no effort on the part of the females. They merely gripped the sensitive organs and the penises immediately responded, turning hard and purple.
"These are a couple of maintenance guys from my office," Anna explained to me as she squeezed the shorter one's hard cock. "When I told them what I had in mind, both seemed eager to help fill in so to speak."
"Charlie," said Lydia. "I want you to love their cocks. Suck on them as though they are your salvation. In time, you'll learn to enjoy it. And if you don't, I don't give a damn."
With that, I took one man's cock in my mouth while stroking the other one. The penis felt hot and stiff as it throbbed up against my throat. Although I felt queer, I had to admit that there was something enjoyable about taking a good stiff cock in the mouth.
Anna: "That's it. Suck it like you mean it! I think he's a natural, Lydia."
Maybe it was because I was so horny, but I was almost enjoying sucking this guy off until Anna forced my head forward and his bulbous head gagged the back of my mouth. I began choking and tried to pull away. Anna grabbed my hair and pulled me forward while also squeezing my throat and restricting my airways. She was stronger than she looked.
"Take that cock back in your mouth NOW, BITCH, if you ever want to cum again." she yelled harshly into my ear. She had me. As the realization hit me of what she was subjecting me to, I could feel the humiliation well up deep inside my brain.
I choked a few more times and tears poured down my cheeks as I gagged mightily and groaned in distress. But Anna was indifferent. She just held me firmly and said, “Deep-throat that hard cock, you fucking ten cent whore!” I felt the salty taste of pre-come and my throat began to relax and accept its uninvited guest. “Fuck this bitch’s throat. That’s it,” Anna said to the dude who was doing it to me. “I told you he’d love it, Lydia!”
A few minutes later, I heard the man began to groan. Anna pulled me back by my hair while continuing to hold my throat. “Slide it out a little bit so we can see it squirt,” she ordered the man.
I looked up and Lydia was pointing a camera at my face. “Smile, Chuck,” she said, with a cruel grin. At that moment the man began shooting big chunks of semen into my mouth.
"Stick your tongue out further, so we can watch!" ordered a beaming Anna. "Don't swallow yet, cum-guzzler," she said as she increased the pressure on my throat.
The man groaned as he spurted away. I felt a fountain of hot sperm splash in my mouth.
"Now face your wife, MOUTH OPEN, TONGUE OUT!" said Anna. I turned and Lydia snapped shots of me in this ridiculous position.
"Now, swallow the entire salty treat," said Anna, still holding me like the bitch I had become.
I swallowed and it tasted gross. I felt my gag impulse take over as my throat sought to reject the foul-tasting gunk. Sensing my reticence, Anna inserted her hand beneath the waistband of my panties and squeezed my balls. She pulled on my hair with her other hand while fixing a determined gaze upon me.
"I said, Swallow. The whole. Fucking. Load.”
How had I allowed this little bitch to humiliate me so thoroughly? This thought went through my head as my stomach heaved in protest at the forced meal.
I heard my wife's excited voice: "Now that's how I like to see hubby dominated. Bravo, Anna!"
"I'm only getting started, girlfriend," Anna said. "I'm going to teach this floozie to absolutely LOVE dirty semen." She turned to me. “In no time, you’ll need cock all the time, faggot!”
"I'm sure Carissa will be thrilled," said Lydia. "She wants him trained to service her clients. I can't wait to show her the photos."
"Well, let's make a few more photos. It's Billy's turn to be serviced," said Anna.
With that, the larger of the two men brought his cock over.
"Wait just a second, Billy," said Anna. "Charlie, I want you to BEG this man for his cock. C'mon, open that mouth for us, stick out your tongue and tell us how hungry you are for more spunk. Do it!"
"I- I'm hungry for more spunk," I said, not believing the words as they came out of my mouth. In time, Anna would prove correct. I would learn to love the penis, but I wasn't there yet.
"Suck on his big hairy ball sack and beg him to fuck your mouth," said Anna.
I positioned my head between the man's legs. He wasn't exactly clean. His balls had a thick nest of hair on them. Once again, my gag reflex kicked in as I rolled the balls around in my mouth.
"Fmmmph my Mphhh," I begged, mouth full of scrotum. Lydia and Anna laughed heartily and made fun of my pronunciation.
"Ok, Bill, give it to him."
Bill pulled his hips back and began fucking my mouth, shoving his dick deep down my throat as I just held my mouth in place and allowed him to use me. Satisfied that she had trained me properly, Anna sat down on the couch next to Lydia and crossed her legs.
The next thing I knew, I felt a pair of strong hands grab hold of my hips. Then my panties were yanked rudely down and I felt a man's thumbs prying my ass cheeks apart. Then I felt the protrusion and knew what it was. The other man was raping my asshole.
Then I heard Anna, "The only thing we need is some popcorn for this show. Let him have it, boys!"
Lydia: "Use the fool as a spunk bag!"
Anna: "But don't cum in his anus. I want him to learn to love the taste of sperm. All discharge should be directed into the cum guzzler’s mouth."
One of the men said, "yes ma'am."
This caused Anna to sigh with satisfaction. "Ah men," she said. "So easy to control."
I felt the dick penetrate my asshole and it hurt quite a bit. I made some weird squealing noises in protest, which caused Anna and Lydia to laugh and slap their skirted thighs. But once he started pumping, I could feel the pressure and it was mildly satisfying. Soon after, Billy shot a massive load down my throat while the women continued to cheer at my defilement.
The men changed positions just in time for the other man to splatter his second load onto my waiting tongue. His cock had the stench of my ass, and I felt myself shying away.
Anna came over and reached between my legs, securing my balls again. She then ordered me to "Clean that dirty cock off thoroughly. DON'T disappoint me, or your wife. If I don’t sense some real effort, I’ll have you over my knee and trust me when I say you want to avoid that.”
She was right about that. I sucked on the cock that had just been in my ass with as much passion as I could muster. By now, my mouth was lubricated with so much cum that it began to ooze down the corners of my mouth.
Anna took me by the neck again and turned me so I was facing Lydia, who still held the camera. "You've got man chowder all over your chin, sissy bitch. Let me help you with that." She scooped a big gob of cum that I had failed to swallow. It gathered on the inside of her long fingernail. "C'mon, show your wife how much you love this. Beg for it! Stick out that tongue!"
Anna held the spunk away from me as I begged. She made me beg even louder. Finally she said, "Fine, have it your way, you floozie," and she smeared the gob onto my tongue. She spent the next minute finger feeding me the discharge that had landed on my face.
I felt used and abused. And oddly, I didn't really mind it. I hadn't had any type of sexual contact in two months and it felt good to have my ass pounded. If this was all I was going to get, then it was better than nothing.
In a half hour's time, I had swallowed four big loads. I could feel the dried cum caked all over my face.
I was then made to kneel in front of my female superiors. Clearly pleased with herself, Anna stuck her finger underneath my chin. "Think of all the semen you've eaten today. You must have a billion little spermies swimming around your tummy, faggot." Anna then made me escort my satisfied customers to the door where I was ordered to thank them for the good time and beg them to come back soon.
"We have one final humiliation in store for you today," said a thrilled Lydia. "I think it's only fair that you do the honors, Anna."
"I'd be more than happy to."
Anna removed her keys from her pocketbook, and to my great delight she ordered me to kneel in front of her. She reached between my legs and unlocked my penis. I looked down at my quivering prick. It was quite discolored and it throbbed away as it slowly hardened for the first time in months. It seemed almost uncertain of itself since it was so used to denial.
"I don't know how you put up with that pathetic little thing for so long," said Anna to Lydia.
"Me neither," she said.
"Well, enough about that. Those days are over. Now, cum whore, lie on the floor and throw your legs back over your head," ordered Anna.
Without a moment’s hesitation, I tossed my legs up over my head and pointed my suddenly emancipated penis at my own mouth.
Lydia then reached into a drawer and pulled out a thick white wand. She clicked it on and it began vibrating. Then she handed it to Anna.
Anna turned to me. "You've sampled so much other sperm today, I think it's only fair that you should get to sample your own, don't you think, fool?"
"Yes ma'am."
"But I'm not going to touch that dirty thing. Thank goodness for modern technology," said Anna.
She placed the vibrator on the underside of my penis and the two women gazed down at me. I immediately felt the stirrings of a powerful orgasm and began groaning.
"I think he's losing it! Talk about a 30 second wonder!"
"Come on, bitch," said Anna, as the pressed the vibrator down on the most sensitive part of my shaking penis and smiled triumphantly at me. "Give it up for your superiors!"
With that, the cum began oozing out. At first it didn't really shoot out. I think I was so pent up from so much inactivity that my ejaculatory ducts must have been gummed up. It came out like snot dribbling out of a sick person's nose. Except it kept coming and kept oozing until gravity took over. The first glob landed in my right eye, drawing laughter.
"Eww," said Lydia.
"Open fucking wider!" said Anna, pressing harder on my penis and adjusting her aim slightly. The next glob landed directly on my tongue.
Then I started spurting as the main orgasm swept over me. I can't possibly guess how many spurts came out, but by the time I was finished, my mouth was almost overflowing with my own discharge.
"Don't swallow yet!" said Anna. "We want to hear you gurgle it for us. In fact, I want you to gurgle the alphabet for us!"
I was made to gurgle the entire alphabet before finally being given permission to swallow my load.
When it was finally over, Lydia locked me back up and ordered me to go to my room. Over the next hour or so I could hear female moaning. It sounded almost as though my wife and Anna were hooking up, but it couldn't possibly be the case. Or could it? I was too busy in a post orgasmic depression, wallowing in a confused male haze as I tried to figure out how I ended up like this.
END CHAPTER 8
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