Day’s End
In the master bedroom, Miss Harriet and Miss Leona prepare for bed. Roberta scurries about, chain clinking, bells ringing, assuring, the bed is turned down, warm towels are at the ready, one in particular centered on the mattress. After a harrowing morning with Miss Edie practicing her budding skills, returning to the humdrum of maid service is welcomed.
“Your penis stood for Edie very nicely, Roberta,” Leona casually notes, momentarily baring herself to change into an oversized robe.
Roberta tries not to gawk, but the glimpse of her ripening form brings poignant thoughts. There is attraction as her ample breasts swell, belly rounding. In pregnancy, her maternal aura brings composure.
“You’re looking at me, Roberta,” Leona catching her glimpse.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Something of interest?”
“Your child, Ma’am. He... she... is beginning to... ah... show.”
“He... Roberta. It’s little Chester.” Leona corrects.
Roberta appears perplexed with the certainly.
“Gender selection, Roberta. They can do that now with artificial insemination. I want a boy... Chester Mark, Jr. He’ll be tall, handsome... like his father... was... but tame and obedient... not a frat boy. No traipsing about the globe drilling holes in the earth’s crust for little Chester. No, we’ll condition him... to be polite, courteous, deferential to women. And of course he’ll be rich. Heir to the Benchmark Oil empire. I’m going to have a wealthy son... trained to serve.”
Leona approaches, hands going to Roberta’s bare chest, fingers right and left gently tweaking male nubs over sensitized in the continuing chastity.
“Sore? Edie was quite demanding with the nipple clamps.”
“I was obedient, Miss Leona. And she hurt me,” Roberta nearly sobbing in recalling the agony.
“She’s experimenting. Young girls do that over sexual matters. And as a champion athlete... well... she’s going to do so assertively. You became quite stiff for her, Roberta. You appreciated being unlocked. Or was it her strictness?”
“I... I... don’t know, Ma’am.”
“Still don’t understand yourself...your deviant needs. You kissed her feet, licked her shoes. A girl barely out of high school... and you not only ceded to her... but groveled and thanked her for her governance.”
“I... I... had no choice, Miss Leona.”
“Are you sure about that, Roberta?” right hand rising, a finger tapping Roberta’s well groomed head. “You have needs. We take care of those here.”
With that, Miss Harriet exits the bathroom. Roberta is disappointed to see she is attired in one of her cat suits. She gives Roberta a pleasant look and points to the wall, littered with anal plugs and Feeldoes of various lengths and thicknesses.
“Time for me to shower... while you get fanny fucked,” Leona withdrawing her hands, conversation over.
Roberta knows to step to the wall, selecting a double dildo. Licking the bulbous female end, she then tucks the male end into her mouth and turns to stand before Miss Harriet. She wordlessly unlocks Roberta’s testicle chain, secured in place for most of the day. Then Roberta kneels in a silent nightly ceremony. Harriet splays open the slit at the pubes of her cat suit, steps forth and adroitly takes the female end into her quim. Roberta knows to hold steady, reveling in the brief waft of feminine fragrance, her Master’s sigh of delight bringing curious satiation to the masochistic psyche. She’s is pleasing.
Miss Harriet then thrusts, knowing that the well trained throat can effortlessly take the length of rubber deep and without fanfare. Another sigh, the female end delightfully working its magic, vaginal walls frictioned, clitoris stimulated. She then withdraws, the length of blue rubber sliding from Roberta’s mouth. She then knows to rise and scamper to the bed... the genupectoral position mandated and alacritously assumed. Harriet follows taking up position, standing on the carpet behind.
A hand reaches to the gaudy red flange of the anal plug, inserted hours before, tugging, Roberta knowing to press and expel.
“Lubrication sufficient?” finally breaking the silence, tossing the soiled plug to the carpet.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“You’ll drool for me. Show off what remains of your masculinity. Make sure it hits the towel.”
And with that, head down, elbows to the mattress, back arched, buttocks high, Roberta is entered. Miss Harriet always fucks in silence but for her gasps for air and cries of ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm rolls through her sublime form.
Roberta’s bells ring in cadence with her thrusts, drawing Miss Leona from the bathroom, towel wrapped about her head. She smiles, enjoying the vision, the ultimate male comeuppance, degradation unsurpassed, the feminized maid capitulating to the pleasure of a governing woman. She notes the grimaces of suffering, knowing the source, stepping forth, letting her robe part in cradling Roberta’s head. She consoles, treating with views of her partial nakedness.
Thrust, thrust, thrust, another orgasm rips through Miss Harriet’s body.
“Oh Roberta, you’re fighting your penis cage aren’t you? Well, you’re otherwise enjoying... a girl like you thrills in taking it this way. If you would take the pills in time there would be no need for the penis cage. You’d very much enjoy being fanny fucked then.”
With her words her hands, lower fingers again going to tenderly tweak the pink sentient male nipples, supplementing the sensuous barrage.
“Two hundred milligrams. You’d stay forever soft for us, no longer feeling the spikes... only the joy of your subjugation.”
With that, Miss Leona, leans and lowers her head, noting the stream of prostatic fluid moistening the towel beneath Roberta’s cage, the deep thrusts of the Feeldoe milking of unwanted male essence.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. So sloppy Roberta!”
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