Mrs. Pennington - Chapter 6

Since his transformation from house boy to French maid Henry’s life had undergone a complete metamorphous. He was kept so busy with his new lifestyle that he hadn’t had time to ponder weather it was a change for the better or worse. He had quite his job and it was an enormous relief not to have to go to work every day and deal with the pressure and stress he had endured all his life. But his days were kept busy, his Mistress’s saw to that. Every morning before the sun came up he’d be up and getting ready for the day ahead. The day started with him putting on his makeup, he was getting better at that every day, then his maids uniform with those terrible high heeled pumps which just killed his feet. Then he would prepare breakfast for Nancy and his wife before they went off to work. After breakfast and a cup of coffee there would be "inspection." Both women would scrutinize him from top to bottom. Any error in makeup or clothing would cost him a punishment, usually consisting of having the butt plug attachment installed on his chastity belt for the rest of the day. Heather was expected to have the days clothing cleaned, ironed and laid out for both women every morning and any item not in satisfactory condition would result in a punishment, again, the butt plug for the rest of the day. Heather found himself spending most days with the butt plug firmly locked up his behind as he did his housework. Both women agreed that using the butt plug encouraged him to roll his hips in a more provocative manner which was a necessary part of his training.

After the two women left for work he had the house to himself. His mornings were spent doing house cleaning, ironing, food preparation and any other chores either Mistress had added to his daily work assignment. He was also expected to work at improving his make-up skills, walking in his high heels, learning how to roll his buttocks as he walked (like a true slut should), and caring for his new female wardrobe (all of his male clothing had been donated to the Salvation Army).

It was just after lunch time, Heather had just finished the days chores and actually had some free time to just sit and relax before getting ready for evening inspection which took place upon Mistress’s return home. God, my feet are killing me, Henry thought to himself. Sandy had found a crooked eyelash at morning inspection so the punishment butt plug was now locked firmly up Henry’s ass. I can’t do anything about this dildo in my ass, but I can at least take these damm shoes off my poor aching feet, Henry thought to himself. So Henry slipped his pumps off and eased back in the recliner with a sigh.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" Nancy bellowed as she entered the house. Henry had fallen asleep. "Get the fuck out of that chair! Why aren’t your shoes on? Boy, are you in trouble now!" Heather almost pissed her panties. She jumped out of the chair and immediately started stuffing her swollen feet back into the pumps, then quickly scampered around behind Nancy to obediently wait for the customary offering of her asshole. Instead of pushing her butt into Heather’s face, Nancy hauled off and punched him with a surprise round house that knocked him off his knees. After he had regained his senses Nancy dragged him into the basement and shackled him to a support beam.

"Where is our little asshole greeter?" Sandy asked as she entered the house. "Honey, we’ve got a problem," Nancy replied. "Wait till you hear what that little limp dick did today." Nancy then related what she had found when she returned home. "We’ve got to punish him, and punish him good," Sandy said. "I just hate to beat him for the sake of hurting him, we’ve got to combine his punishment with his training. But for certain, it’s got to be severe enough for him to learn his lesson."

Heather lay in the dark on the basement floor hearing the muffled voices above talking about him he was sure. After an eternity the door opened and both Sandy and Nancy came down the stairs. First Sandy handcuffed his wrists behind his back, then he was brought over to the workbench where Nancy had placed a box. From the box she removed a metal collar, it looked like a perfect match to his chastity belt (in fact, it had been made by the same people), it had a circular key slot in the back and three D-rings, one in front, and one on each side. Sandy fastened the collar around Heather’s neck and clicked it shut. It had the same sounding click of finality that the belt did.

"Well my little sissy slut, you’ve been a bad girl. What do you think your punishment should be?" Mrs. Pennington asked. "I could eat your pussy, I could eat your asshole, you could use me as your toilet," Heather replied. "I don’t think so! You already do all of those things, besides, those are your rewards, not your punishment" Sandra sternly replied.

"First, we’ve decided to keep your belt on for an additional sixty days, that’s ninety days total. You’ll be begging to drink our piss by then. Second, we’ve purchased these for you." Sandy produced two small sets of chains in her hand. She then fastened them around Heather’s ankles looping them under the heels of her pumps and fastening them to the ankle chain with a small padlock. "There will be no taking your pretty shoes off now. You will wear them twenty four hours a day, seven days a week until we feel you have learned your lesson." "Third, you will wear your new collar from this day on, it will signify your enslavement and our ownership of you, you "will" wear it proudly."

"And last, but not least." he heard Nancy say from behind him. Heather turned to see Nancy coming out of the shadows wearing a huge strap-on dildo. "No, no, please, not that, you can’t put that thing into me", Henry wailed. Sandy attached a chain leash to his collar and dragged him over to a bench where he was firmly secured. The two dominant women were warming up to the task at hand, Heather’s skirt was raised and Sandy produced the key to remove the chastity belt and butt plug. "Thank goodness he’s been wearing the butt plug for the last few days, otherwise we’d never get this dildo into him." Nancy said. Sandy then brought out a bottle of lube and applied a generous amount to both Henry’s ass and Nancy’s dildo.

"Please, please, don’t make me do this, I’ll do anything you want, anything, please don’t fuck me" Henry pleaded. Sandy stroked his smooth shaven behind and gently pulled his cheeks apart as Nancy approached her quivering target. At first she just placed the tip of the huge dildo against Henry’s tight opening, then she slowly started to press forward testing the resistance. Harder and harder she pushed until Henry started screaming in pain. She backed off for a moment then renewed her attack on the virgin asshole in front of her. With a lunge forward she succeeded in lodging the head of the rubber dick into Henry’s ass. Henry let out a scream that would have awakened the dead. Nancy left the head of the dildo in Henry’s ass until the screaming had subsided to a mere whimpering, then she withdrew it completely. After applying more lube, she again assaulted his asshole. This time pushing in the head and about two inches of the shaft. Now she left the huge tool buried in his ass until the whimpering had faded, slowly she started sawing the tool in and out, each stroke pushing in another inch. By the time she had gotten all ten inches of the huge dong up Henry’s ass he was shrieking like a mad man. She then pulled the entire length of the dildo out making a loud plopping sound.

Henry felt his knees quivering under him, his asshole was on fire. He was sure that the huge tool had torn his asshole. Just as he was starting to breath normally again, without warning Nancy again stuffed the dildo up his ass. This time he took about six inches on the first thrust and four strokes later he had the entire thing buried up his butt. Nancy continued to work the entire length of the huge tool in and out of Henry’s ass, withdrawing almost to the tip, then slamming the entire length back in. This kept up for the next ten minutes with the pace steadily increasing until she was fucking his ass like a jackhammer.

Like a couple of professional wrestlers at a tag-team match Nancy slapped Sandy’s hand and withdrew the dildo from her victims behind, unbuckling it and handing it over to her partner. Sandy now strapped on the harness and after re-lubing took her turn fucking her husband. Sandy was surprised at how easily Henry’s ass was now accepting the dildo, although tight, it slipped right in. Henry only moaned. Sandy fucked away for the next ten minutes, and again the strap-on was passed on to the other women. For this fucking, Sandy put her behind in front of Henry’s face and had him tongue her asshole while being ass fucked by Nancy. Again the passing of the dildo and Nancy got her ass tongued while Sandy did the fucking.

At last Sandy pulled the strap-on out of her husbands ass. Both women exhausted, but yet exhilarated by the bizarre experience they had just had. Henry just lay silent, almost unconscious still strapped to the bench. "Wow! That was fun. Let’s fuck him more often." Nancy said. "I agree, that was fun." Nancy looked down at Heather’s now gapping and newly raped asshole. "Wow! Look what we’ve done to his asshole, I bet you could stuff a baseball bat up it." Sandy looked down at Henry’s ass and thought to herself, hmmmm.............. I wonder.

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