Martha and Maria
In his mind a perception of his body starts to take shape. As the grey mist begins to clear, he finds himself more hanging than standing upright in a door frame, completely naked, with ankles and wrists spread and fixed to the frame.
Sitting opposite to him behind a large desk is a dark haired woman of good proportions wearing a business suit and sporting a notable cleavage. To her left and right are two girly looking young women in blouses that are clearly too tight and skirts so short showing tops and garters of stockings, and wearing very high heels. The woman's identity dawns on him as she begins to scorn and harangue him informing that it will be her personal pleasure to make sure that his days as a male chauvinist pig are over and that in future, it will be his function in life to be used as an object, often a sex object, whenever a woman finds pleasure in doing so.
She tells him that he will no longer be sticking his dick into anything. Instead, he will have things stuck into any orifice any woman or man dealing with him choses. His naked body writhes at the mere thought of such a prospect and tearing at his bonds he begins to scream and curse her. She tells him that this kind of behaviour is totally unacceptable and nods to the women by her side. One takes a roll of wide sticking tape from the desk as they walk around it. And while one of them steps behind him and firmly holds his head by quickly putting an elbow lock on his neck the other has torn off a strip of tape and sealed his lips.
They retake their place at her side and she goes on to elucidate on his future telling him that from now on he will be the one who gets fucked. Mostly in the arse, sometimes in his face or mouth, it will mostly be women and women-like creatures who will be doing the fucking and it will be her particular pleasure to be witness to him having is virginity taken, and having it taken here and now. With that she reaches under the skirts of the girls on either side of her and to his amazement he realizes that they both have dicks. Smiling at him she rolls their balls and squeezes their dicks, which soon gets both of them hard. She pats them on their naked bottoms and sends them on their way. Again one of them goes behind him. Both go to their knees. But this will be no worship of the male organ. The one in front takes his dick in her mouth and starts rubbing her tongue on the underside of its tip and stretching his frenulum. In spite of his resentment of the situation and of what is happening to him there is little he can do to stop his dick from reacting like it normally does on such occasions. The stimulation is accentuated by the actions of the other woman who has pulled open the cheeks of his behind and has started probing his hole first with a fingertip then with the tip of her tongue.
Before long his lust gets the better of him as a totally new sensation sweeps through him. He starts to jerk and push back on that tongue wanting to open himself to it, wanting to take it into him, but as he does, the sensation on the focus of his dick wanes and he quickly pushes forward again. At times the tongue in his arse is replaced by a finger. This penetrates a little deeper where it soon meets resistance. When it does, it withdraws. Sometimes the tongue comes back only to be replaced by the gently insisting finger a few moments later.
All the time he hears a running description of what is going on as the assailant of his rear passage recounts her actions and her progress to the woman behind the desk. They exchange comments and options about him, the reactions of his body and their progress. Once he looks up and finds that the woman behind the desk has placed her feet on the desk and with one hand in her panties and the other in her jacket is clearly augmenting the delight she finds in his predicament.
This goes on for quite some time with him constantly held on the edge of shooting his load. Eventually the one behind him stands up and instead of the tip of her tongue probing his arse hole he feel something cold being rubbed into his rosebud, clearly something to ease the passage. More lubricant is worked into his rear passage. One finger slides in and does not encounter too much resistance. It is joined by a second and the picture changes. His mind and body go into a seizure and cramp sets in, but the stimulation of his dick and persists and there is not getting away from the pleasurable impulses that radiate from the rim of his back door where there is an additional and very confusing urge to take in, to give in. Meanwhile the fingers in is arse remain quite still. The cramp eventually eases only to set in again as a third finger stretches his passage. After a new rebellion his sphincter finally accepts the third finger as well and as the pain in his abdomen declines, the fingers are withdrawn. He feels the heat as the slide out of him. There is disappointment. But that quickly subsides the moment he feels something warm and massive demanding entry into that same orifice.
The realisation that he is about to be fucked in the arse brings him back to his senses. Violently he tears at his bonds, but they are secure and the soft tongue goes with all his movements, restricted as they are, and keeps distracting him with the pleasurable sensation it causes on his male G-spot. His anal intruder however keeps up the pressure with gentle repeated prods. Whenever he catches him off guard when his attention is distracted from clinching hic sphincter by the dance to the tongue around the tip of his dick, the intruder gains a little ground and then settles back to the gentle and supposedly calming prods. His worst fears come true as pleasure, at least at his rear end, begins to turn into pain and his assailant's dick repeatedly runs into to constrictions of the sphincter of his confused mind which has a hard time trying to keep the stimulation at his front end apart from what is clearly brewing in the anal department. To add to the confusion the assailant of his bum reaches around him and starts to tweak his nipples. All the while she is nibbling his ear as she softly whispers that she is clearly going to fuck him, that there is no getting away from it, that she enjoys his resistance as it only makes the play go on for longer and adds spice to his subjugation. She tells him that before long they will have him begging to suck that very dick that is now opening him up and in a few moments will change his life completely and gain entry to his innermost being.
An excruciating pain begins to fill his abdomen as his spirit rebels against the access that is demanded. And yet there is a part of him that is remains connected to the tip of his dick and wants to give in. He groans, he sweats but nothing changes in his predicament. The anal intruder keeps pressing and his dick is at the point of exploding. His mind is filled with the pain in his bowels as they are eventually split open and entry is gained.
Having achieved her goal, the intruder holds still for a while. Then she slowly withdraws and he feels the heat from her shaft more than when it penetrated him. She does not withdraw completely and remains with the tip of her dick held in the grip of his sphincter. She holds still there and whispers into his ear how wonderful the violent contractions of his sphincter around the tip of her dick feel. That, she says, to her, is the best part of taking a virgin arse. Later, she goes on to say, that they become more yielding, even flabby but feeling the tip of her dick clasped so tightly by an arse that actually only wants to desperately evacuate the presence in his rear is such a delicious contradiction which she loves to savour.
The stimulation on his dick continues and eventually as she pulls her dick from his arse he is allowed to cum. The girl sucking his dick gets up and places her lips on his and for the first time, he tastes his own effluent.
He is taken away by his two assailants whom the woman behind the desk calls his trainers. Some weeks later he is brought back to her office by one of them. In fact by the one who first opened him up. He is wearing male attire (suit and tie) and she reports on his progress in feminization. The woman wants to see proof and his trainer standing behind him opens his belt and drops his trousers. Then she unfastens his shirt and he is once again as good as naked before this female authority. His trainer bends him forward and he leans over the desk looking deeply into her eyes and into her cleavage.
Taking a drop of lube his trainer greases her dick and without him even flinching, she slides it into his rear. His dick remains limp but before long, drops of his semen flow from its tip. The lady behind the desk is clearly pleased. She leans forward and with the tip of her finger takes a drop of his semen, places it on his lips and then places her lips on then to seal the bond.
"Now we are where you wanted us to be all along" she whispers into his ear. "It is a little different from how you had envisaged it, but as I see, you like it quite as much as I do. From now you are wearing my seal. You are mine, and from now on as the sign of that, you will at all times wear some piece of female clothing or some other token of me. We will call you Maria form now on, and we will team up with another girl like you, Martha. I'm sure you will like her.
Soon Martha and Maria are hired out to serve a lesbian couple, both halves of which sport amazon proportions. Apart from acting as maid, cook and butler the contract specifies that short of anything that causes bodily or mental harm Martha and Maria agree to fulfil any other needs their employers might feel. They also agree to accept physical punishment if the quality of services rendered is felt to be unsatisfactory.
The servants' quarters consist of two small but separate bedrooms which share a common bathroom. Board and lodging are free and attire to be worn during working hours is provided. Much of the time this is limited to a pair of self-supporting or gartered stockings and a pair if high heels. At other times these are augmented by frilly and very short skirted maids' outfits with starched aprons. Tightly waisted jackets with tails are worn on formal occasions. Penis cages and butt plugs are regular components to their outfits. Working hours are from 07:00 in the morning until 10:00 at night and may be adjusted to the requirements of the employers.
Soon a daily routine is established.
After having prepared a succulent breakfast Martha and Maria gently wake their employers by drawing the curtains and serve them their breakfast in bed on a pair of trays. They are dressed in their minimal attire sporting at this time only the penis cages. Since they are required to present themselves each morning with evacuated and cleaned bowels they have permission to take out the butt plugs after getting up. While it is clear that any evidence of excremental residue be it physical or olfactory is absolutely intolerable and will be severely reprimanded, it is left to their discretion whether they speed up their bowel motions with an enema. Normally, to be on the safe side, they chose that option and help each other in the implementation.
While their employers enjoy their breakfast, the two maids stand quietly on each side of the large bed. Breakfast completed the trays are quietly removed and each assists one of the ladies as she rises form her bed. As they remove the bedcovers and reveal the copious naked bodies of the two occupants they draw in the rich scent of female lust as it rises from the common lair.
As the employers rise, light chiffon gowns are placed around their shoulders and they adjourn to their spacious bathroom. This is equipped with hers and hers installations for all fittings such as sinks, mirrors, toilets, bidets, baths and there is one twin sized walk in shower with numerous nozzles and hand held jets. A large mirror covers nearly one wall.
Gowns are raised, buttock descend on sturdy toilet seats and they turn their faces to each other and smile as the sound of gushing springs fill the room. The two chamber maids have in the meantime knelt down between the two opened pairs of thighs each holding a bowl filled with lukewarm, soapy water. As soon as the floods subside they reach into the gorge between the fleshy mountains and rinse the source of the effluent. They do this gently and thoroughly by drawing a soft cloth through the crack of the massive labia which encase the fountain making sure that no trace of effluent remains. Mostly they can tell by the expression on their employers' faces whether more solids are to follow. If that is so the toilet is quickly flushed after each emission to minimise any odours. Air fresheners are applied in addition. Excretion completed any remains are quickly wiped away with soft and moist tissue paper to be followed up by more use of the soft damp cloth and warm soapy waters. Gently they sway cloth covered finger tips into easing rosettes while distant gazes take over the expressions of their employers.
Finger tips worm themselves softly past yielding sphincters, thumbs softly rub on clits before disappearing between succulent labia into welcoming warm, deep and moist love channels seeking contact with G-spots while other finger tips slide in between the high walls of Thighford Fiord to take over gentle circling prodding motions on lustfully turgid labia and clits.
Absorbed in their work, the two savour the magnificence of their employers' physique and stature. Soft bellies roll and heavy pendulous breast sway before their eyes as their employers' breathing quickens. They gaze as nipples become erect and lean forward to nibble and suck on them profusely. Breathing quickens juices flow and before long orgasmic waves spread as uncontrollable pelvic jolts rock the two ladies on their thrones.
As heart rates return to normal levels Martha and Maria stand close before their employers. Their hands are behind their heads and their legs are spread as they straddle their knees. Each employer takes a key and releases the girl's dicks from their cages. Single finger tips start to gently stroke and circle each frenunlum and quickly dicks rise to the occasion while another hand slides between the spread thighs and fingertips begin to circle and dip into rosebuds. Much to the delight of their employers the girls start to jerk as on the one hand they push back on the deliciously stimulation fingertip in their behinds and try to bulge out their bum holes to make them more welcoming and accessible but in doing so, they the tips of their dicks lose contact with the no less inviting fingertip that revolves around their heads. For some time they are torn between one and the other.
Sometimes their employers go on teasing them for a long time. Sometimes they get bored and break off the scene, sometimes they go on for so long until the girls go over the edge and spurt their cum on the pendulous breast that sway before them and sometimes firm palms close around the aroused dicks and with thumbs pressing on the underside of the heads bring them off in a few purposeful strokes.
As the girls' dicks subside they are cleaned and replaced in their cages. Then the employers rise from their thrones, shed their thin garments and step under the shower. The girls look on and prepare large, warm, soft towels. Sometimes they prefer to take a bath and then the girls kneel at the side and conduct lavish ablutions in all the right places.
Showers finished each is draped in a warm towel and all moisture is softly patted dry. No piece of skin is rubbed or ruffed. Breasts are lifted so no moisture remains under them to cause irritation later. Heavy buttocks are parted and there too, no dampness is left. In turn one of the girls goes on all fours and one of the employers placing a foot on her back and spreading her legs gives the other the necessary access to clits as well as outer and inner labia so that these can also be properly attended. In moments like that, the girls find it hard to resist raising a tongue tip to these lusciously inviting folds of pink flesh, but such unasked for actions are severely reprimanded particularly since they would, as all know, immediately raise moisture levels again and prove totally counterproductive for the task at hand.
Drying complete the ample bodies of the two Juno's are richly smoothed with fragrant body lotion and while that is taken up by their skin, the two girls go into the dressing room and take up the garments for the day. First comes for both a full, all in one long legged foundation. They bend over and hold these out so that their employers, placing a hand on their shoulders step into them one leg after the other. The girls straighten and pull up the garments until bellies and buttocks are snugly encased. Hands slide in between the firm, elastic material and the warm skin to ensure that belly bulges are in their right place and gently compressed as desired. The same goes for buttocks as hands slide in to make sure everything is neat, comfortable and in its place. The girls even kneel down again and fingers carefully slide into crotch openings to check that no fraction of a labia is squeezed in any way and that no pubes are stretched or tugged anywhere with a risk of causing later discomfort.
They rise again and repeat the procedure on the upper part of the garment. Here too, hands slide into bra cups making sure that heavy breasts are comfortably settled in their supports and nipples are not unduly compressed or stretched.
Once the last hook is hooked and the last zipper zipped they help their employers each into a pair of sheer nylons. Running their hands up those fleshy pillars as they smooth and stretch the fabric right into the crotch is another highlight of their day.
With stockings fastened they remain kneeling before them gently holding one heel after the other and guide feet into a pair of smooth leather high heels.
They stand once more and run their hands over those firmly encased materialisations of the adored female form, gliding over and under breasts, bellies and buttocks and dipping into crotches to find that nothing droops or sags and no cellulitic blemish taints the pure, firm surface. They step back and admire their handy work. Then they reach into a cabinet and holding out a butt plug on their outstretched palms step up again to those two commanding female apparitions before them. The plugs are taken and placed into two expectant open mouths. While they reach behind themselves and place a hand on each cheek they pull their bums apart and feel the cool air on their exposed and stretched rosettes.
As each employer places an arm around her girl's shoulders, pulls her to her and buries her face in her bulging cleavage the girls' day reaches another high light. Almost stifled in the pleasurable confinement of the cleavage new stimuli shoot to their brains and incarcerated dicks struggle against the bars as spit covered finger tips start to circle the very sensitive tissue of their stretched rosette. Time and time again more spit is applied and when the entrance is sufficiently receptive their employers draw the butt plugs from the girls' mouths. They reach around and looking deeply into their eyes place the tips of the plugs into the prepared orifice. The girls nod their consent and maintaining the powerful stare the butt plugs forge an entry while their employers eyes gaze into the very depth of their souls and as sphincters slide over bulges and close over shafts lips are placed on lips and tongues snake relentlessly into hungry mouths where the girls' tongues perform a welcoming dance and lips close around the intruding flesh so suck on it lavishly.
That largely concludes the morning ritual. Dresses or business suits are put on, household and routine matters are made clear and then the two are left to their chores and their various duties. Laundry is of course one of them and more often than not the girls secretly take delight in burying their noses in laundry baskets and putting on discarded garments of their cherished employers. Were it not for their caged dicks and their inability to masturbate, these would become even more soiled with male effluent.
When the two return from their office in the early evening a welcoming drink awaits them. Outer garments are removed and breasts, buttocks, bellies and thighs are freed from their restrictions. Careful scrutiny is made to see if their incarceration has left any marks. If any are found they are softly rubbed with skin lotion until no blemish is left to be seen. Large flowing house garments or negligées are draped around shoulders and as both sink into big arm chairs. The girls kneel before them and taking one foot at a time into their laps, gently ease it them out of the high heels. Feet are held to faces, toes are softly kissed and starting with each toe a gentle massage works its way through the toes and gradually up to ankles, calves and thighs. That is repeated on the other leg. Relaxation spreads and so do legs while the excitement of the girls rises as the opening thighs permit first glimpses of what to them is the Holy of Holies. Slowly and constantly on the lookout for encouragement the massaging hands work their way up legs and thighs until eventually the gates of heaven open up.
Massive legs are hooked over arms of chairs exposing all that can be exposed. The slope of a forest covered mons split into two fleshy ridges and from the valley between these outer labia pinkish brown ripples of inner labia protrude. At the end of the valley lurks and winks a brown rosette. The sheer beauty of what they are allowed to see almost moves the girls to tears. They will strive to show themselves worthy of that honour.
Slowly they begin by letting the tips of their tongues glide over the split between the bulging labia past the premium and on to the dark rose that is buried further down Then they slide back up again. Soon their saliva begins to mingle with the juices that begin to seep from the crack in the female flesh as tips of tongues begin to dip more deeply between the swelling labia and first brief contact is made with swelling clits. Tongues move down again, cheeks are spread. Tongue tips start to rim the pink internals of the brown rosette and enter the inviting channel as far as the may reach to feel sphincters closing around them. Noses are buried deeply in fleshy clefts which are soon streaming with a rich mixture of saliva and a copious flow of female juices that emanates from the from the turgid petals of the sumptuous blooms in which their faces are buried.
Long training has taught them when the moment is ripe to stop poking tongue tips into rear apertures and move up again to start servicing clits which by now have swollen to the size of luscious cherries and have taken a similar deep red hue. When cautious fingertips offer to replace the machinations of tongues and softly tap at back doors, these bulge our and practically draw them in. Then thumbs and one or two additional fingers enter the other open channels and quickly find the spongy texture inside so full of nerve endings. Thighs begin to tremble and shattering climaxes are soon reached.
As the waves subside, the girls rise, wipe their faces savouring one last time the rich smell of the residue left on them and go into the kitchen to prepare the evening meal, while their employers retire to their own activities.
When dinner is served, the girls sport their maids' uniform or their coats with tails, garters and stockings. Sometimes guest are there and the girls are called upon to be especially attentive to their needs. When not serving food or pouring wine, they quietly stand beside the particular guests to whom they have been assigned. Sometimes they are disinterestedly fumbled with while the conversation continues. Sometimes they are asked to step behind female guests and cup and massages breasts while dinner proceeds and sometimes they are called upon the crawl under the table and service their guests there. When guests are males, at the end of the meal, the girls often find themselves bent over the tables with male flesh forging its way into their open rear passages. If lubrication is needed to ease entry, a dab of butter from the dinner table often does the trick. As hot dicks slide in an out of them, the girls on opposite sides of the table look at each other and know that they are exactly where they want or ought to be.
After dinner is cleared often games are played. One such game is called: Don't let the Sissy cum. Instruments of chastity are removed. Both the girls' rear entries are well filled with lube, their dicks are made to stand and condoms are place over them. Then one bends over and spreads her cheeks while the other enters her and is called upon to perform a certain number of rhythmic strokes. With these completed, the girls change places. The point of the game is each girl must withhold the urge to ejaculate, which sets in soon enough, for as long as possible. If they try to cheat by slowing down the rhythm or reducing the depth of penetration of the individual stroke a very sharp crack of a cane across the offender's buttocks reminds her of the rules.
Everybody knows how the game will end because invariably one of the girls will eventually not be able to hold herself back any longer and will spend into the other. Much to do is made of her misconduct and an immediate session of ejaculation avoidance training is started.
In this, the girl in question lies over the lap of one of the employers and spreads her legs and cheeks. A thumb is worked into her rear as the fingers close around penis and balls to start in a gentle stimulating motion. Meanwhile the other employer stands behind her and with a thin paddle starts to swat each cheek time and time again, one after the other.
This does help to distract the girl in torment from the stimulation she is receiving in her bum, balls and penis. But here too, nature will have its way, particularly if such experienced hands are operating. At the slightest hint of an orgasmic contraction the manipulations stop while the beating goes on. Eventually while cum drools from a penis tip no release is granted. Dicks go back into their cages, the girls clear away the dishes, retire to their rooms and prepare for the next day. This they both commence by giving themselves a fresh water enema so that their bowels and bums are prepared for any contract or insertion with their employers might think fit.