Mrs. Pennington - Chapter 3

Life went on for Henry. He had actually become used to wearing his chasity belt. Although totally confining it was reasonably comfortable. He had not touched his own penis in over three months and had learned to accept peeing while sitting down. His only problem was that he was constantly in a state of horniness. Henry woke up horny and went to bed horny. He had not lost interest in the girls at the office, it was actually driving him nuts just looking at them, but what could he do? His only chance of gaining any sexual relief was by pleasing Sandy, and that was now becoming his all consuming goal in life.

As for Mrs. Pennington, she was quite pleased with the way Henry's training was progressing. Not only had he become totally attentive to her every wish and desire, she had become increasingly more aware of the joy and satisfaction she received from humiliating and degrading him. How far will I be able to make him go, she wondered to herself with a chuckle.

Henry had been acquiring new duties to perform during his training. One of which was giving Sandra weekly manicures and pedicures. His Mistress had enrolled him in a five week course at a local beauty school. This was the first time Henry had been forced to endure public humiliation. Being humiliated at home in front of his wife was one thing, he had found that he could endure just about anything, but being in a classroom filled with young girls leaning how to give manicures and pedicures was something totally different. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. He knew the girls giggled and gossiped about him behind his back, but what could he do but sit there with his dick throbbing inside the belt?

It was Tuesday night, Mrs. Pennington's appointed pedicure night. She was sitting in the living room in what once had been "his" recliner chair. Now it was her chair and his position was on the floor naked by her side. Sandy had her feet propped up, as usual her skirt was riding high enough for him to see her panties underneath, Henry was doing her toenails when she said, "darling, I've been reading on the Internet where a lot of dominant women train their husbands to be toilet slaves. Would you like to become my toilet slave?" Henry almost choked. "No, I don't think I'd care for that at all", he said. "OK, Sandy said, if you don't want to please me, I guess there's no reason to take your belt off Saturday night for your monthly milking." For the last four weeks Henry had thought about nothing else but his scheduled release Saturday night, now he was faced with a terrible dilemma. Should he refuse her and hope that she would soon forget about this toilet thing, or should he allow her to degrade him even further to guarantee his release on Saturday. As he pondered his situation Sandra slid one of her hands under her skirt and started rubbing her pussy slipping one finger under the band and into her hole. "I guess we could try it," he said.

"Good, Sandy said, let's start with lesson number one right now." Sandy led Henry into the bathroom and positioned him on the floor in front of the commode. "Now your job is to follow me into the bathroom when I need to pee and to lick me clean afterwards, very easy, even a simpleton like you should be able to do this." Sandy rolled down her panties and sat down on the toilet with Henry's face just inches in front of her. After a short time she let out a long stream of piss and then moved her pussy to the edge of the toilet seat and commanded Henry to lick it clean. Henry tasted the warm salty piss on his wife's cunt as he licked it off without a whimper. "Good boy," Sandra said softly. Then she pulled back and released another stream. "Lick," she instructed. Again he licked her clean.

And so his toilet servitude began. Sandy would simply use the command "toilet", and he knew his job was to follow her into the bathroom and lick her dry after she had relieved herself. After a few days of this it had started to seem quite routine until one evening Sandy as usual commanded "toilet" and after following her into the bathroom she stopped short of the toilet and said, "time for lesson number two." She sat Henry on the floor leaning backwards at a forty five degree angle with his hands behind him on the floor. Then bending his head back as far as it would go she straddled his face. "Now open your mouth wide, she instructed, I'm going to pee in your mouth, you just hold it until I tell you what to do." Henry complied and watched as she slowly lowered her pussy to just above his mouth, after a few moments pause, a slow stream of piss came out and he felt his mouth filling up with his Mistress's piss. He could feel the warm salty liquid filling his mouth, but just before it was full she stopped the stream and lifted up instructing him to, "swallow." He swallowed his first mouthful, choking as he did so, and spilling much of her precious fluid over his face. "Not bad for a first try," she said, "now open up again." Again he opened his mouth and again she lowered herself and filled his mouth, "swallow." She repeated this procedure three more times until her bladder was empty. By the time she was through, his face was a mess and there was a puddle on the floor which he was ordered to lick clean.

Mrs. Pennington was so pleased with Henry's toilet training that she gave him a special treat that Saturday. Instead of handcuffing and milking him as had become the custom, she let him insert his now briefly unlocked dick into her and stroke it until he came. Of course he had been handcuffed and made to lick up his mess afterwards, but none the less Henry was in heaven, he had been allowed to fuck his wife.

Henry was learning the rewards of drinking his wife's piss. When she commanded "toilet" he eagerly followed her into the bathroom. Usually she would just have him lick her dry afterwards, but every now and then she would command "drink" and he would assume his position and become her toilet. He had become much better at being a toilet and hardly ever spilled a drop now. Sometimes at night, if she felt the need, instead of walking downstairs to the bathroom she would simply say "drink" and use him instead.

One day Sandy commanded "toilet" and when he followed her into the bathroom she was holding an ice cube tray. She had him hold the tray between her legs as she filled it with her precious fluid. "Now baby, put that in the freezer and when you are thirsty or miss me, you can suck on one of my special cubes." Henry was soon being given "special" cubes on a regular basis and the freezer always had at least two full trays. One morning Sandy surprised Henry by telling him she would make his breakfast. Henry was instructed to get his bowl and fill it with cereal and place it on the floor next to her chair. Sandy squatted over the bowl and let lose a long stream of her urine filling the bowl to the brim. "Now you eat every bit of your breakfast and afterwards you can lick my pussy and thank me for your treat", Sandy said. On another occasion Sandy brought Henry to a nice restaurant for dinner. When they ordered, Sandy instructed Henry not to order any dressing for his salad. After his salad arrived, Sandy brought out a glass vial from her purse and handed it to Henry telling him that it was her "special" house dressing. Henry recognized the salad dressing immediately.

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