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\"Not a bad start, Helen." The new voice was deep, slightly accented yet very
feminine. "Get her up so I can have a proper look at your new maid." I
stiffened and tried to twist around to see who was in the room with us.
"Calm down, JoAnna," Helen purred, "I told you I wouldn't be alone. "This is
my new friend Denise. She's going to help me train you."
I blushed and began to tremble, suddenly aware of how foolishly I was
dressed, how I would appear to this stranger. My stomach turned. I felt
faint.
"JoAnna," Helen continued, "I want to you stand up now so Denise can inspect
you." She put a hand under my shoulder and pushed. "Don't disappoint me so
soon. Be a good girl for me. Don't you want to show Denise how pretty you
are?"
I rose awkwardly to my feet and turned to face Denise. She was tall,
powerfully built, with short, black hair. Her eyes were a deep, cold,
intelligent blue. She wore a black jacket over a white blouse and a long,
black skirt. Blushing again, I dropped my head, utterly unable to return this
provocative stranger's frank, level stare.
"Yes, Helen, I do think you might have good material here. There appears to
be a natural submissive streak in her." Denise stepped toward me. "JoAnna,
take off your clothes. All of them. Now, quickly." Her voice left no room for
argument. Still, I was paralyzed. I made no move to comply.
Denise strode over to me, grabbed me by my neck and pulled me against her
breast with surprising strength. Before I could react she reached behind me
and brought her open palm down hard on my buttocks. I flinched. The unexpected
blow had hurt. "Do not disobey me!" Denise struck me a second time, then
released me. reaching down she took hold of the bottom of my slip, then
yanked it quickly over my head. "There," she said, "that should get you
started."
I unfastened my brassiere and dropped it to the floor. "Now the panties,"
Denise ordered, stepping back. I reached down and slid the flimsy garment down
my legs, then stepped out of it. I flushed again and dropped my head,
painfully aware I was now totally exposed to both women. To my horror, I
realized I was becoming sexually aroused.
"He's not that much to look at, granted," Denise said disapprovingly as she
began circling me, "but, still, there is potential. He'll have to be shaved,
of course. Hormone treatments might help considerably, too." From behind me,
she ran her hand roughly over my buttocks, one finger penetrating my cheeks
and touching my anus. "Firm here, that's nice. You'll need to spank him
frequently, Helen, at least at first." She was now back in front of me, closer
than she had been before. She reached down and flicked my genitals. "Not much
here, as you said, dear." I bit my lip. "What does he look like fully
erect?"
"JoAnna, play with yourself," Helen rose from the couch and stood beside me.
"Show Denise what you look like when you are as big as you get." I wanted to
run from the room. I teetered on my heels. "JoAnna, dear, don't be shy. Stroke
yourself now." I turned toward Helen. She was smiling. "Be a good girl for
me," she said, gently taking my hand and guiding to toward my crotch.
I began to masturbate. Both women watched without speaking. After several
minutes I felt myself finally begin to swell in my half-closed fist. I shut my
eyes. "Good girl," Helen murmured, stroking my shoulder. "Do you want her to
come?"
"Certainly not!" Denise slapped my hand away and replaced it with one of
hers. She twisted my penis painfully, then squeezed it. "Yes, clearly a
deficiency," she announced. "But, then," she continued to Helen, "not
something you'll need to concern yourself with from now on." Denise released
me then ordered me back onto my knees. "How's her tongue?"
"Fair," Helen said, "but Joe was never very fond of oral sex. He'd only do it
to me if it was a special occasion, like my birthday." She laughed. "And I
always had to act so incredibly grateful."
"Do you mind if I see for myself?" Helen asked.
"Oh, of course not!" Helen giggled. "I'd like to watch!"
>"Just watch?" Denise smiled at my wife.
I couldn't believe the conversation the two women were having. They were
talking about me as if I were not present. I wasn't even certain I understood
what they were saying. Denise reached behind herself and released the clasp of
her skirt, then stepped neatly out of it. She was not wearing underwear. Her
pubic hair was dark, thick and bushy. Handing her skirt to Helen, she sat on
the couch and lewdly spread her legs.
"JoAnna, show Denise how well you can lick," Helen gently pushed me toward
the space between Denise's legs. "Make me proud, sweetie."
Numbly, I crawled toward Denise. When I was close enough she reached out, took
me by the back of the neck and roughly pulled my face into her crotch. Her
odor was strong and oily. I thought for an instant I would gag. "Come on,"
Denise growled, "get that tongue going!" I pushed my face deeper into her
crotch. My tongue found her labia beneath the forest of public hair. I began
to lick the moist crevice. "Faster, harder, deeper," she said, now grinding my
head into her with both her hands.
"Not bad," I heard Denise say to Helen, "but there is considerably room for
improvement." Her hands grasped the back of my skull again. "Higher," she
ordered, forcing my head to the desired position. "Hmm, yes, that's
better."
I sensed Helen moving toward us. The couch sagged slightly; Helen was now
sitting beside Denise. I glanced up. My wife was stroking Denise's neck with
the tip of her fingers. "Are you going to come?" Helen asked in her husky
voice. The women were now exchanging light kisses. I saw Helen's hand slide
down and cup one of Denise's breasts.
"Do you want me to?" Helen was unbuttoning the other woman's blouse. "Oh,
yes, Helen, darling; that feels quite nice." Denise's legs opened wider; her
pelvis pushed against my lips. "What wicked little teeth you have, darling; I
adore the way you bite my nipples."
"I want you to come, Denise; I want JoAnna and I to make you come." Denise
began softly whimpering. Helen reached down and stroked my hair and the side
of my face. I could hear her sucking the other woman's nipple. Ignoring the
growing ache in my jaw, I pushed deeper into Denise's crotch. I wanted her to
come. I wanted to make her come because Helen desired it. Suddenly bringing
this stranger to orgasm was the only thing that mattered to me.
Helen's hand slid down my face, then forced its way between my lips and
Denise's labia. "You're so wet," she murmured. Helen's fingers began to dance
across her lover's clitoris. "Come, darling. Please...."
Denise shuddered. "Oh, God, yes! Damn! Yes!" She gripped my head again and
smashed my face hard against her mound over and over. I grunted from the
sudden pain. Helen laughed that marvelous, feathery laugh I loved so much. I
laughed, too, proud that, together, we had made Denise explode.
Buttoning up her blouse, Denise scowled down at me. "You are entirely too
pleased with yourself, JoAnna." Turning to Helen, she continued, "your maid
must be properly spanked right this minute. Do you have a paddle?" Helen said
she didn't. "What can we use?" Denise mused, looking around the room. "We need
something that will inflict enough pain to teach her a lesson."
"One of her shoes?" Helen asked.
Denise smiled. "Of course. How fitting." She ordered me to give her one of my
red high heels. My hand began to shake, but I managed to pluck my right shoe
off, then hand it to her. "Yes," she said, turning the high heel over in her
hand. "Here, Helen, I think you should give JoAnna her first taste of pain,
don't you?"
The women forced me over the edge of the couch. My face was pushed down into
the soft cushion. "You should be grateful to Denise," Helen said quietly as
she gently rubbed the shoe's soul over my naked ass. "I was simply going to
kick you out, divorce you. She talked me out of it. She convinced me I should
give you a chance to become submissive, to be JoAnna." The first blow struck
without warning. The pain, while bearable, forced the air out of my lungs.
"Aren't you glad I listened to Denise?" The second blow, considerably harder
than the first, landed on my right buttock. I tried to squirm away. Denise
grabbed my leg and held it firmly in place. "Oh, God, I love this! Look how
red she's getting!" By the fifth blow I was crying.
I felt a hand slide against my inner thigh, then snake under me and grasp my
penis. I squirmed again. Helen continued striking me with my shoe. The hand
stroked me, slipping over the tip of my member; I could feel myself edging
toward orgasm. Which woman's hand was it, I wondered? The uncertainty made the
experience all the more arousing. The pain from Helen's blows blended with the
sexual heat surging through my groin. I could no longer think. I could only
feel. I had never been so sexually excited in my life. Simultaneously with
Helen's final assault I exploded with a scream into the couch, then almost
fainted.
"Yes," I heard Denise say softly, "definitely; she has potential." I smiled to
myself. I knew Helen was proud of me. The thought I had pleased her made me
happier than I had been in years. "Remember, Helen," Denise continued as she
rearranged her clothing, "she'll need to be spanked every day. I'll bring you
a proper paddle Sunday." The women embraced. Denise started toward the door.
"If she continues to do well we'll introduce her to Patrick next week. I can't
wait to see her on her knees at his feet."
>"I heard Helen's feather laugh and was filled with overpowering love. I was
her JoAnna now. Utterly and completely hers. I would do whatever she desired,
content to please her in any way she wished.
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