Almost five weeks have now passed, since my lovely Emma Installed Joolia as our domestic help and our sex life has exploded into a scene of debauchery and humiliation, over the previous four weeks where Joolia has attended our apartment each Wednesday evening and assisted Emma in my ever increasing humiliation into being a domestic slave. Truth be told, Im loving it, but by the sweet lord, Im knackered!! Not only do I hold down a full time job, but I come home, I cook, clean and wash up, keep the apartment like a new pin (and get to pay my dues financially to the agency employing Joolia) I get to wash all of Emmas clothes, pressed, folded and laid out for her to wear the next day, as well as some of Joolias if she leaves them behind after training suits and blouses must be in matching sets, but of course I get to see the underwear that she will be wearing for the following day. Im beginning to think that Ive been turned into a domestic slave to the two women now in my life, who seem so intertwined and inseparable just of late. The food bill has doubled!! Taking into account the amount that is spilled or used in training, so I even get to do extra hours at the sweat shop to earn the extra cash for the messier ingredients we wouldnt normally eat who the hell eats porridge these days anyway?
5.30 On the Wednesday evening and Emmas late back from her work place, the evening meal going cold on the table, as it was presented in time for her to walk through the door and sit down to eat. Joolia is due at six and no sign of Emma. Im beginning to worry that I will be trapped by Joolia in my own apartment without my lovely Emma, when the phone rings. Expecting it to be Emma, I hear Joolias voice directing me to meet her and Emma at the agency offices where Joolia is based, some three miles away. To discuss my further elements of training .. Be here for six o clock sharp Im directed . I look down at my watch and realise Ive got 25 minutes to make three miles, in rush hour traffic. I grab my coat and my keys, pull my shoes on and start to run from the apartment.
Two minutes to six and Im outside the offices, made it!! Puffing and wheezing I crash through the front doors into the reception area beads of sweat running down my back. The cool receptionist looks up and asks Name?. Jon to see Joolia and Emma I have an appointment at six She nonchalantly flicks through an appointment book ah yes fourth floor, but youll have to take the stairs as the lift is out of order nodding towards the door leading to the stairs. I take off again and throw myself up the stairs, finding the office on the fourth floor, I break the doors open to see Emma and Joolia, stood with arms folded, shaking their heads. You were right again Joolia, he couldnt even give us the courtesy of getting here on time, you win the bet again, so you go first Emma announced as Joolia smiled that wicked smile. I look up at the clock on the wall. Three minutes past six. Oh Jeez what am I in for now? Im directed to leave my coat and shoes where I stand and follow the girls through into a second room when I look at them both and realize what they are wearing. My god what have they done to you Emma? I thought as I took in the sights. Both were wearing thigh length stiletto heeled boots, shiny PVC bodices and elbow length gloves. Emma wore a PVC skirt, while Joolia wore shorts in similar material. They both looked outrageously sexy, although intimidating at the same time. You need to match our clothes, so strip! Joolia barks, as she point a rather menacing looking crop at me. I look into Emmas eyes and see she has the same determined look on her face as Joolia. I do as I am told and leave my clothes in a pile on the floor, still fumbling and out of breath. Put these on and be quick about it, youre already late came the next order. Panties? How am I going to fit into them? White lace panties? Im going to look ridiculous. I step into them and feel the lace brushing my thighs as they tighten around me while I pull them up to my waist. I twitch ever so slightly as I squeeze my manhood into the tiny crotch area. Now these ..Pantyhose.. Oh Jeez, Ive never put these things on in my life. Next a PVC skirt was thrown at me, I stepped into it, feeling the strange sensation of dressing like a woman in these provocative clothes. The waistband of the skirt was too tight for me to fumble with and secure, Emma, being ever helpful to my cause, approached me and cinched the waistband around me, pulling it tight so it could be fastened. Bottom half completed with the knee length skirt, I was passed a bra, blouse and thin belt to fasten around my waist. Ensemble complete, I felt a right berk, as the two girls couldnt help but giggle at my plight. Turn around came the next order from Joolia, in doing so I felt my wrists being bound with rope behind my back, then my elbows, tied together with a loop from my wrists, pulling tightly, Joolia forced my elbows together with the rope and made me stick my arms out behind me, pulling my shoulder blades back and stretching my chest outwards. Now kneel, and roll over like the dog that you are, I want you on your back I tried to comply, but the restriction of the tight skirt around my waist was limiting my movements, half way down I felt a push in my back, I crashed to the floor in a heap, trying to get onto my back, but the way my elbows were forced together, the only way I could do this was by raising my hips off the cold marble floor, to alleviate the pain in my shoulders. Standing over me, Joolia removed the lid from a tin of golden syrup and slowly started to pour from her waist height, down onto my face. The sticky mass covering my eyes, up into my nose, into my mouth and over my hair. While Emma stood to one side of me and placed a booted foot into my groin and began to bear down, pushing all of her weight onto one foot, she pushed my bottom into the floor, causing me to squeal with pain as my shoulders were pulled apart by my bonds. Emma released her weight from me and proceeded to fit my ankles into a spreader bar, first one foot secured by the ankle, then the other, impossibly too far apart, stretching the skirt I was wearing tight across to tops of my knees. The bar connected by rope to a hook in the ceiling, I was unceremoniously hoisted into the air, feet up and with the top of my head just off the floor. The syrup poured by the lovely Joolia, started to work its magic by sliding back up my face, me now being upside down, the flow was reversing, making its way into my nostrils. I start to gag ad choke as the thick oozing substance was doing its best to prevent me breathing. Emma pinched my nose with her gloved hand and squeezed out the goop, to let me breathe.
I was swinging in the breeze as Joolia wandered around me, clicking her high heels on the floor and swishing her crop menacingly, then CRACK a blow from the crop landed right across my backside. I yelped and shook from the surprise attack, Now hold on!! What the hell I shrieked. Then another three in quick succession, landed across first my backside, then on the back of my thighs. Hes going a bit red Emma warned Joolia, we had better cool him down some. They wandered off nonchalantly, heels click clacking into the distance, leaving me to contemplate what was going on. With me still swinging in the breeze, the two girls returned carrying two buckets each, placing them on the floor surrounding me. You did say my turn first? Emma nodded as Joolia picked up one of the buckets, raised it to the taught hem line of the skirt and started to pour its contents inside the skirt. Instantly I could feel a warm, sticky, slippery sensation running up my legs, to the top of my thighs, first one leg, and then the other. When it reached the top of my thighs, it started to well up around the crotch of the pantyhose and panties that I was wearing beneath, still the substance was being emptied from the bucket into the open hem line of the skirt, the warm sensations starting to affect the way my dick was being restricted in the tight panties and hoes I had on underneath. The waistband of the skirt being so tight around my waist, was containing the ooze inside the skirt, and preventing it using gravity to travel any further up my body, pooling around the top of my legs and finding its way into the crease of my backside soaking through my underwear Emmas curiosity was obviously getting the better of her, as I think she knew how I was reacting under all the mess and female clothing. She stood in front of me, holding me gently round the waist to stop me swinging, I wonder. She smirked as she raised her right gloved hand and pushed it down through the gloop inside my skirt. First point of contact, my crotch, rolling her hand around inside the mess, she rolled my balls around and around inside my panties, a gentle squeeze now and then to see how I would react. My grunt was enough to tell her that she should move her hand to my dick, which was trying its best to burst out of the front of everything holding it in, stroking my dick through the fabric of her glove, the mess inside and the restriction of the panties and hoes, jeez I think I was about to cum. Emmas stance in front of me changed slightly, as she parted her ankles, to show me the view at the top of her legs, she shifted from one foot to the other mangling my balls in the process and revealing a pair of PVC panties under her skirt, pulled tightly against the heavenly female flesh encased within. Oh boy!!
Tell us whats inside your skirt and well let you down Joolia asked. How the hell do I know? I thought to myself its warm, its slippery, smooth. Yet another trap laid carefully by the girls I contemplate my answer porridge I blurted out Wrong!! Its Semolina.. .warmed up especially for you... arent you going to say thank you? Joolia started to laugh and winked at Emma, go on then, you know you want to Emma quickly unfastened the waistband of my skirt and released the Semolina from inside, letting it flow like a slow motion waterfall down the length of my body to the floor. Again I bucked and writhed as the fluid mass hit my face and started its way up my nose. Leaving me to struggle this time, the waist band was re fastened and it was now Emmas turn to pour once again, the same sensation, once again the skirt filling up, once again, my dick expanding like its fit to burst. Only this time, Joolia forced her gloved hand inside and started her groping around. Firmer than Emmas grip she took hold of my tool through the nylons and panties. Emma had finished pouring and set the bucket down out of my site. Joolia rolled her thumb over the tip of my dick and asked go on then, have another guess, promise we will let you down if you get it right, then who knows what will happen?. the consistency was right, the smoothness was right, it just felt right, for me to say porridge once again.. Well done, you clever boy, well done indeed, you see, you are not completely useless!!
Joolias grip released from the tip of my dick, Emma slowly lowered me to the ground, my head bumping into the marble first, then the rest of my body falling in a heap. The skirt emptying its contents onto the floor and sitting me in its squishy mess inside. Im sat up and my elbows then wrists are untied. Before I get a chance to get the blood back into my arms, Im pushed back onto the floor, Emma sitting on my lap, Joolia sitting on my chest, with her thighs either side of my head. I know what you want to do, and believe me, we want to do it to you too, but there are conditions that you must agree to first Im staring into the crotch of Joolias tight black PVC shorts, the only option I have as Im pinned by her weight on my chest, her legs holding my arms to my sides. What? Anything. Ill do anything. Just please, do something with me to let me cum I blurt out like a rampant teenager on heat We will get messy with the remaining buckets while we ride you to oblivion, on one condition next time I come to your apartment, you will be dressed in a maids outfit and serve us both with our meals.. Deal? Joolias expression was one of sheer determination as she sat astride me waiting for her answer. Emmas excitement becoming apparent, by the way she was wriggling on top of my crotch what else could I say? I am only human. And male to boot. So there was only one answer as far as I was concerned. Yes of course Ill do anything. Anything to please you both Joolia remained still as Emma continued to wriggle. Hands on hips, she asked one final question and how do you address me in future?. I must have looked puzzled. Joolia raised herself up to her knees, shuffled backwards towards Emma, leaning forward so her face was directly over mine, she softly whispered Mistress.. You will address me as mistress at all times do you understand? the menacing way this was put to me meant again that there could only be one answer.. Yes Mistress
Joolia span round to face Emma, pushing her weight back and down into my chest Now darling, lets loose his skirt and have some fun quick as a flash, Emma stood up, the skirt was loosened and removed from my waist, Emma removed her black special panties and dropped herself back down on to my crotch, grinding herself into me like she was on heat herself. I could feel her urgency through the nylon and panties still encasing my dick. Easy girl dont get him too excited too soon, we need to have some fun with him first, besides, theres still two buckets to play with sliding the buckets over to themselves, the two girls set about grabbing handfuls of porridge and semolina from the remaining buckets and smearing it over each other. The gloves were literally off, as they took it in turns to peel the elbow length gloves off and drop them over my face, still sticky and warm with the two mixtures of porridge and semolina. Temporarily blinded by the soggy gloves, I manage to shake my head to free my view, to see rivers of semolina running down Joolias back and onto my chest. She stands up behind my head leaving Emma pinning me down. Joolia slowly peels off her tight black shorts, now gloopy with slippery semolina and porridge, to reveal her shaven pussy from beneath, glistening with her excited love juices, she lowers herself so she is just above my face. Kneeling tantalisingly astride my head, her womanhood hovering above my face, she nods to Emma and says, Go on then you know you want to
Holding my arms down by my side Joolia pins me to the floor, while Emma peels down the pantyhose and knickers that have been restraining me, planting a large handful of porridge into my crotch, Emma sees how I react by my erection twitching and seemingly fit to burst. Massaging the gloopiness into my dick, Emma slides her hands up and down the length of my shaft, cupping my balls with one hand, my shaft with the other, she lowers her mouth over me to swallow me whole. But just the once. Oh god this is agony, please, please, please do something with me now before I explode. Joolia hears my moans as Emma let me go and lets my dick stand proud and tall, giggling as she watches it twitch and flick from side to side. Quiet now and be a good boy Joolia says and lowers herself over my face. Her pussy envelopes my mouth, my nose.. My tongue starts to dart upwards and outwards, into her sex. She grinds herself down onto my face, rolling her hips backwards and forwards to slide her clit over my nose. I feel it swell as the friction between my face and her clit gets her excited. Emmas hand grips my tool and I feel her effortlessly slide down onto my erection. We all three become one seething mass of sex, porridge, semolina, fluids and juices, moans and groans as we grind against each other, my hips bucking upwards to push against Emmas downward thrusts. My neck craning to push upwards against Joolias delightfully sweet tasting pussy, her nectar running down my cheeks as I struggle to lap up the flow. Joolia starts to flush, I feel a heat build-up on my face, and she pushes down with all her weight, forcing my nose inside her sex, she grinds even harder as I struggle for breath underneath her. Ignorant of my plight and only concentrating on her own desires, she shudders and spasms. I feel the sensations of her orgasm ripple through her pussy and onto my face, her juices flowing down my chin. I have to fight for my own breath as I push her up to let me breathe, my hips bucking into Emma for all I am worth. Emma starts with a similar flush and squeals her way to orgasm on top of me. I twitch and pulse, the tip of my dick at the extreme end of Emmas tight, delightful little pussy, I feel her spasm once more and I jerk to orgasm myself, pulling Joolias pussy back down towards me, she settles on top of me to let me bring her back down from the dizzy heights, as Emma slowly rocks her hips backwards and forwards riding her own waves of pleasure. I feel Joolia lean forward, I feel Emma lean forward and I hear them moaning and kissing? Can this be right? Can my beloved Emma be kissing another woman? Let me get this right Emma? Kissing another woman?.... Oh dear lord, why have I not seen this before? The way they have been together, the nods, the winks, the odd giggle now it was all falling into place Hoooo my dick twitches again as I am still inside the lovely Emma, the thought of her kissing another woman, who happens to be sat on my face? I twitch again and feel a more urgent need to do something more with my newly rampant thoughts (and dick)
Joolia dismounts my face and leans forward to whisper in my ear I know what youre thinking, and it aint gonna happen today.. Next week maybe or maybe the week after? Youll just have to keep paying the subscriptions to the agency and wear your new uniform like a good little maid in the meantime arent you?
My dreams shattered, for the time being at least, Im left in a heap on the floor as the girls leave me to shower themselves off, their heels click away into the distance I hear them giggling as the doors close behind them. Now, where can I get a shower? .. More to the point wheres my clothes I came in? The lights in the room go out, I hear more giggles. I scrabble around on the floor to find the skirt I was tightly wrapped in, still full of porridge. I try to wring it out to see if I can get away with wearing it again. My coats gone, with the apartment keys and my wallet, so I cant even get a cab home, let alone get back in to the apartment three miles home from here, in the dark, no shoes, no coat and dressed as a kinky hooker in a tight PVC skirt .. I guess this is whats called humiliation? And all for the love of my delightful Emma xxxx