I have been married to Goddess Joanne now for 6 months, despite having only known her for 9 months. It took her less than a day of that first three month period to identify what a wimp I was and begin to mould me into her sissy cuckold.
Thanks to a wealthy ****** I had established a successful portfolio of housing in a large university town that soon had the money rolling in. It was while putting the finishing touches to the latest addition to the portfolio that I encountered Joanne and her friend Danielle.
I wasn’t expecting to rent the latest house until the new academic year and had planned to live in one of its three bedrooms for the six months leading up to it. Unexpectedly, I had contact from two final year undergraduates - Joanne and Danielle - who had been evicted from their previous property and needed somewhere to stay for three months whilst completing their finals. At first I was hesitant about letting the other two rooms to them as I didn’t like sharing living space (having got used to being able to watch fetish porn and wank off whenever I wanted) plus the story I was told didn’t add up - it seemed clear they had fallen out with their landlord and the last thing I wanted was difficult tenants. However, the £ signs won out and I arranged a viewing for them both.
Being undergraduates meant Joanne and Danielle were less than half my age - I was a 45-year old loner who had spent all my time building up the property empire that was now allowing me to slow down and reap the rewards. When they turned up for the viewing and I answered the door, I immediately felt my cock begin to harden - they were exactly the sort of girls I enjoyed wanking off to and fantasised about being dominated by: lots of make-up, sassy, sexy hosiery and sky-high heels. It was obvious they had detected the uncertainty in my voice when they were requesting the viewing and had dressed accordingly to make a positive impression - the small tent growing in my trousers was testament to that as I ushered them through the front door and told them where to go to get to the front room, my eyes wondering all over them both as they passed through.
Joanne was in the front and whilst being small with a less than perfect fully rounded figure (large breasts and a full arse), she was very good looking, accentuated by lashings of make-up, bright red lipstick, and tarty big hooped earrings. To help with her less than perfect legs, she had encased them in black lace stockings, pairing them with six-inch stiletto heeled shoes and a tight three-quarter length black skirt.
Danielle, on the other hand, was picture book perfect - she had a fresh face, plastered in make-up, red lipstick, and blue eyeshadow, with a to-die-for figure in a tight black dress, black stockings and black high heeled shoes.
The girls wasted no time at all making themselves comfortable on the two armchairs in the front room. I offered tea or coffee and Joanne was quick to reply asking if there was anything stronger. I offered white wine and both her and Danielle said that would be perfect. When I returned with the drinks, I settled on the sofa opposite them both and immediately my gaze fell on their high heeled shoes. Joanne had crossed her legs and allowed her shoe to fall partly off her foot and was slapping it up and down against her heel. At this point I was sweating and struggling to say anything. I tried to calm myself by looking to Danielle, only to notice her short tight dress was exposing her stocking tops - my 4-inch cock was now rock hard in my trousers.
Both girls were smiling and laughing at each other before Joanne finally broke the silence.
“So, where do we sign?”
I asked if they wanted to know how much the rent was and have a look around first.
“Oh no, that’s fine, we’ll only be here for three or four months anyway.”
I had intended to ask about how their previous tenancy had led to eviction but simply couldn’t wait to get these two hotties signed up; I didn’t care what had happened previously - I simply wanted them around to enhance my wanking enjoyment and, who knew?, maybe one of them would have a thing for older men?
At the door as they left, Joanne asked me if the van outside was mine and, if so, whether I would help them to move-in the following day. I replied there was normally a charge for such services but Joanne soon put that nonsense out of my head.
She titled her head and smiled, asking if I was really going to take advantage of two damsels in distress before the smile dropped and sternly she stated:
“Besides, you wouldn’t want to disappoint us.”
It was a statement not a question and she then told me she would text the address and that I had better be there tomorrow morning at 8am and not to be late. I found my cock twitching at being told what to do by a girl half my age and even more so when I thought I overheard Joanne say to Danielle as they walked down the drive ‘Such a fucking little bitch.’
Thirty minutes later I received a text with the address. The message ended with ‘DONT U DARE B L8!’ which resulted in me arriving at the premises ten minutes ahead of schedule the following morning. I finally knocked on the door at 8am and there was no answer. After a few minutes of knocking I rang Joanne’s number.
A groggy voice answered “Oh, it’s you. You’re there, are you? Good. Wait in your car till I get there - I’m at a friend’s house at the moment but I will come with the key after I’ve had a shower and got ready.”
I suggested I could go away and come back and meet her in an hour or so. Immediately Joanne spat back at me. “Wait in your fucking van until I arrive. Is that clear?”
I meekly answered in the affirmative before the line went dead. There was no doubt I was getting off on being ordered around by a dominant, sexy young girl half my age despite the fact - or probably because of - it made me feel humiliated and inferior.
When Joanne turned up, she was wearing the same outfit as the day before - a clear sign she had not been home triggering all sorts of thoughts in my head. She knocked on the window and clicked her fingers, thumbing back towards the flat.
“Out, now.” she commanded. I followed her in like a puppy dog, my head bowed focusing on the look and sound of her 6” stiletto heels as she led the way into the apartment.
“Is Danielle coming to help us?” I asked.
Joanne laughed out loud before becoming stern again. “Us? You don’t seriously think a Goddess like me would risk getting her nails damaged moving house do you? And look what I’m wearing - do I look appropriately dressed for packing, carrying and unloading? Do you want me to get these shoes dirty or snag my lace stockings?”
Just hearing Joanne say the word, and confirm they were stockings not tights, had my cock hardening.
I replied “No, not at all” and she quickly told me then that we were all agreed it was better if I did all the work.
“Besides, that means I can get back to where I was - being around you makes me appreciate being with a real man all the more.” Joanne emphasised the word ‘real’, taking great delight in the conflicting emotions she knew it was generating in me - humiliated and yet turned on at the same time.
“Now, I want everything in those two bedrooms moved today so we can move in tonight. Make sure it gets done or else.” As Joanne said the last two words, she undid the thick black shiny plastic belt with the bright silver buckle tied round her waist. She folded it in half and snapped it making a loud cracking sound. “Do I make myself clear?” I meekly told her ‘yes, no problems’.
After she’d gone, I began to take stock of the task in front of me - both Danielle and Joanne had mountains of stuff, especially clothes and shoes, to move. I was desperate to take some time to fondle their underwear, lick and sniff their shoes, and play with myself but the image of what Joanne had done with her belt kept me to task so that by 6pm I had everything in its place in their new home.
I was congratulating myself on a job well done with a bottle of beer when Joanne and Danielle came home. They didn’t come straight through to the front room but instead I heard them enter the large bedroom on the ground floor. My bedroom. And then mount the stairs in order to visit their two bedrooms on the first floor where the bathroom was also located.
“What the fuck! Bitch, get up here now!” I heard Joanne scream.
Quick as a flash, I ran up the stairs. As I entered the small box room where I had stored Joanne’s things I was met by a rasping slap across the face from Joanne.
“How fucking dare you! Get my stuff moved into the big room downstairs and move your crappy stuff up here, right now.” I began to stammer about being the landlord and it being my house but my protest was cut short.
“Get it fucking shifted right now, and finished in the next hour, or you’ll be sleeping in the backyard tonight, you little bitch. Or do I have to remove my belt to make you understand?” She began to finger the buckle on her belt.
“No, that’s fine, I’m sorry Joanne. I will sort it now.”
“Good,” she replied. “And start to show me the respect I deserve, call me Goddess Joanne. And you can refer to my friend as Princess Danielle.”
“Yes, Goddess Joanne. Thank you Goddess Joanne”, I obediently replied.
Both girls laughed out loud at me as I began to undertake my task like a minion.
“Do it naked.” Joanne demanded as they left the room.
A few minutes later I carried the first of Joanne’s stuff down to my room to start the exchange.
“Get in here, bitch.” I heard Joanne shout from the front room. I froze, realising I was completely naked and had a hard on, my four-inch cock fully erect at the humiliation I had suffered. I entered the front room flushed with embarrassment.
“Get on all fours in my presence, bitch, so I don’t have to look at that tiny, worthless cock of yours. Crawl to the kitchen and get us some drinks, bitch.” I did as I was told, being allowed to walk in with the drinks and serve them both before exiting on all fours like the little bitch Joanne had already made me in less than two days of knowing me.
I had to top them up twice whilst moving Joanne’s things into the ‘master’ bedroom. Joanne told me not to waste time putting my stuff away neatly in the box room - I could do that in my own time - but that her stuff was to be put away perfectly as she and Danielle had guests coming along after 11.30pm. It was 9pm before I reported that I had finished.
Joanne wanted to do an inspection of the room to make sure everything was perfect and removed her belt to do so, with me on all fours at her stiletto heeled feet. She checked the wardrobe to make sure her clothes were put away properly and then the drawers to check the extensive array of sexy lingerie she had collected. Then it was the shoes which I had carefully put in a dedicated shoe rack in the corner of the room. Joanne picked up a black patent leather, open-toed, red soled stiletto with a 6” heel. She examined the bottom of the shoe.
“Why are the soles of my shoes dirty, bitch?”
I explained that I had simply moved them.
“And you put them away without thinking to clean them? What if I want to wear these for the guests I have coming over tonight? Think of it - I’m lying on my back on that bed, with my legs round some stud’s shoulders as he pumps me full of a real man’s cock and he notices my shoes are dirty?”
She looked at me sternly, allowing the belt - which had been folded in half - to drop fully, the silver buckle nearly touching the floor next to my hand.
“Well, bitch?”
I couldn’t answer as I still had the image of her being pounded by a stud in my head.
“Do you know how embarrassing that would be? I want every last pair of shoes, including the flats, licked clean before they arrive. And when you’ve done mine, clean Danielle’s. If I see even a speck of dirt on the bottoms of any of our shoes that we choose to get fucked in tonight, you will be sleeping in the backyard. Now get to work, you little fucking shoe-licking bitch!”
I spent nearly two hours licking dirt off the bottom of Joanne and Danielle’s shoes. At 10.45pm they both came to their respective rooms to choose their ‘fuck-me’ heels. Joanne chose a pair of T-bar, pointy black leather slingbacks with a 5” heel. It was no surprise as they were the ones that had required the most cleaning, given the sole was a creamy colour and they had been extensively worn.
Danielle decided to go with some black patent leather knee high, spike heeled boots. She inspected them for smudges all over before turning her attention to the soles.
“Did you suck the heel clean, you little bitch?”
“Yes, Princess Danielle” I answered.
“And did you suck it well? Did you suck it like a cock?” I nodded and Danielle slapped me hard around the face.
“Answer me, bitch!”
“Yes, Princess Danielle.” She slapped me again, harder.
“I asked you if you sucked it like a cock?”
I now understood what she wanted. “Yes, Princess Danielle, I sucked the heel like a cock.”
She laughed out loud, adding “I bet you did, you little wannabe cocksucking faggot!”
I had to help them both get ready - Joanne had chosen a black leather knee length skirt, white see through blouse and black sheer stockings and suspenders to go with her slutty high heeled shoes. There was no hint of a bra or panties. Danielle went for a tight fitting red dress and black hold-up fishnet stockings to go alongside her fuck-me boots. Both looked absolutely stunning.
Before their guests arrived, they then turned their attention to me. Joanne made me wear the panties she had been wearing all that day and the black lace stockings and suspenders she told me she had been ‘royally fucked in’ the night before. I was made to greet their guests - three big black studs - at the door dressed like that. I was made to fetch and carry drinks to all of them in the front room as the sex party got underway.
The night was unbelievable with Joanne and Danielle seemingly getting fucked in all manner of positions. I would leave the room with Danielle on all fours with a black cock at each end, Joanne straddling the other on one of the armchairs to come back in with more drinks and see Joanne on her stockinged knees in between two black cocks, sucking from one to the other as Danielle was drilled over the back of the sofa, a black cock fucking that tight little arse of hers.
I was used as a clean-up bitch when I wasn’t busy fetching drinks. I vividly remember my first taste of a real man’s spunk - one of the stud’s withdrew after fucking Joanne doggy-style, his big black cock shooting ribbons of thick white spunk over her big fat arse and black leather skirt. Joanne had immediately looked at me and ordered me to ‘lick all of that spunk up, you little faggot’. Danielle had been busy next to her with one black cock up her cunt and the other drilling her arsehole from behind, but not so busy that she couldn’t use her left hand to force my head down and make sure I licked up every last drop of that real man’s spunk.
I must have swallowed at least two loads from each stud that night, including one load wanked off in my face by Joanne after I’d lain below her whilst she was getting fucked in the arse, her stud’s black balls banging against my chin as he drilled her. When he was close, she had him withdraw, climbed off the sofa and, kneeling beside me with her face centimetres above mine, demanded that I beg her to wank his big black cock off in my face. I did exactly as I was told and opened my mouth as the jet spurt hit my tongue before Joanne wanked it off harder, covering my face, eyes and hair in sticky white cum.
More humiliation was to follow in the weeks to come. We discovered that the previous landlord was taking the girls to court for non-payment of rent. Joanne contacted him by phone and informed me that she’d reached an out of court settlement that she needed my help with. I was only too happy to oblige and asked her how much she needed; she laughed and told me that she had offered him a blow job from one of her new flatmates, ‘Martina’.
A day later, I found myself all tarted up and on my stockinged knees as Joanne fed another man’s cock into my red lipsticked mouth. It didn’t compare to the big black cocks Joanne and Danielle preferred, but was far bigger than my fully erect four-inch cock in my panties as I greedily sucked on his cock. Both Joanne and Danielle egged me on, ordering me to pay off their debt like a good little cocksucking whore and I still remember the sheer look of joy on Joanne’s face as the other landlord wanked himself off in my face with me kneeling there obediently, head back, tongue out and mouth open waiting to take every last drop of his spunk down the back of my throat like the obedient little cock-whore Joanne had demanded I be before he arrived.
That seemed to give the girls another idea as Martina was then employed to help them with their finals - being the party girls that they were, their final coursework was not only hopelessly late but also woefully under-researched. They resolved it by fixing it for their Professors and lecturers to have a visit from Martina in their offices. By this stage, Joanne had me in a chastity belt so I couldn’t get a hard-on reducing the possibility of me being outed in the street and encouraging the girls to take their new plaything out with them.
In the space of two weeks, I blew a dozen members of staff at the University - six for Joanne and six for Danielle - to ensure they got the degree they wanted. Each girl sat and supervised the whole thing with their lecturers, egging me on to:
’Suck it, you fucking slut.’
‘Get me my grade, you dirty little cocksucking whore!’
‘Swallow every last drop, you dirty fucking bitch.’
‘Beg him to spunk in your face, you fucking hussy.’ and so many other degrading taunts to get what they wanted.
After her finals, Joanne told me that we would be getting married as she wanted an easy life where she could do what she wanted, fuck who she wanted and have a little sissy bitch slave at her beck and call, one that was willing to fund her slutty wardrobe to ensure she continued getting the big black cocks she wanted and, more to the point as she always reminded me, needed in order to give her the ‘fucking good seeing to’ her soon-to-be-husband could never achieve.
I still remember the wedding - all of my prim and proper ****** with Joanne’s side populated by her friends and their big black stud boyfriends. We had booked a suite at the hotel where the reception was and I lost count of the number of times friends and ****** asked me where Joanne was (“oh, she’s got a headache and is lying down in the room”) as a steady stream of black studs made their way in twos and threes to the elevator, coming down 30 or 40 minutes later and tapping me on the shoulder in the middle of a conversation with my aunt, cousins or whoever to tell me Joanne wants me, right now.
I would then go up to the suite, enter on my hands and knees and crawl to the bed where Joanne, still in her white wedding dress, white stockings, suspenders, blue garter and white high heels was waiting to be cleaned of the latest loads of hot, creamy spunk so that I could then go down and ask two or three of her friends if Joanne could borrow her stud for an hour as I wasn’t up to the job. And then the cycle could start over.
That night ended with me dressed in the bridal outfit, my white stockinged legs around Joanne’s shoulders, my ‘tiny’ cock freed from it’s cage and pointing directly at my own face as Joanne drilled a 10-inch black strap-on cock up my virgin arse. She didn’t stop until the marriage was consummated - me showering myself in my own ‘worthless spunk’ without touching myself as my wife filled me full of black cock. Goddess Joanne had truly taken over.
Thanks to a wealthy ****** I had established a successful portfolio of housing in a large university town that soon had the money rolling in. It was while putting the finishing touches to the latest addition to the portfolio that I encountered Joanne and her friend Danielle.
I wasn’t expecting to rent the latest house until the new academic year and had planned to live in one of its three bedrooms for the six months leading up to it. Unexpectedly, I had contact from two final year undergraduates - Joanne and Danielle - who had been evicted from their previous property and needed somewhere to stay for three months whilst completing their finals. At first I was hesitant about letting the other two rooms to them as I didn’t like sharing living space (having got used to being able to watch fetish porn and wank off whenever I wanted) plus the story I was told didn’t add up - it seemed clear they had fallen out with their landlord and the last thing I wanted was difficult tenants. However, the £ signs won out and I arranged a viewing for them both.
Being undergraduates meant Joanne and Danielle were less than half my age - I was a 45-year old loner who had spent all my time building up the property empire that was now allowing me to slow down and reap the rewards. When they turned up for the viewing and I answered the door, I immediately felt my cock begin to harden - they were exactly the sort of girls I enjoyed wanking off to and fantasised about being dominated by: lots of make-up, sassy, sexy hosiery and sky-high heels. It was obvious they had detected the uncertainty in my voice when they were requesting the viewing and had dressed accordingly to make a positive impression - the small tent growing in my trousers was testament to that as I ushered them through the front door and told them where to go to get to the front room, my eyes wondering all over them both as they passed through.
Joanne was in the front and whilst being small with a less than perfect fully rounded figure (large breasts and a full arse), she was very good looking, accentuated by lashings of make-up, bright red lipstick, and tarty big hooped earrings. To help with her less than perfect legs, she had encased them in black lace stockings, pairing them with six-inch stiletto heeled shoes and a tight three-quarter length black skirt.
Danielle, on the other hand, was picture book perfect - she had a fresh face, plastered in make-up, red lipstick, and blue eyeshadow, with a to-die-for figure in a tight black dress, black stockings and black high heeled shoes.
The girls wasted no time at all making themselves comfortable on the two armchairs in the front room. I offered tea or coffee and Joanne was quick to reply asking if there was anything stronger. I offered white wine and both her and Danielle said that would be perfect. When I returned with the drinks, I settled on the sofa opposite them both and immediately my gaze fell on their high heeled shoes. Joanne had crossed her legs and allowed her shoe to fall partly off her foot and was slapping it up and down against her heel. At this point I was sweating and struggling to say anything. I tried to calm myself by looking to Danielle, only to notice her short tight dress was exposing her stocking tops - my 4-inch cock was now rock hard in my trousers.
Both girls were smiling and laughing at each other before Joanne finally broke the silence.
“So, where do we sign?”
I asked if they wanted to know how much the rent was and have a look around first.
“Oh no, that’s fine, we’ll only be here for three or four months anyway.”
I had intended to ask about how their previous tenancy had led to eviction but simply couldn’t wait to get these two hotties signed up; I didn’t care what had happened previously - I simply wanted them around to enhance my wanking enjoyment and, who knew?, maybe one of them would have a thing for older men?
At the door as they left, Joanne asked me if the van outside was mine and, if so, whether I would help them to move-in the following day. I replied there was normally a charge for such services but Joanne soon put that nonsense out of my head.
She titled her head and smiled, asking if I was really going to take advantage of two damsels in distress before the smile dropped and sternly she stated:
“Besides, you wouldn’t want to disappoint us.”
It was a statement not a question and she then told me she would text the address and that I had better be there tomorrow morning at 8am and not to be late. I found my cock twitching at being told what to do by a girl half my age and even more so when I thought I overheard Joanne say to Danielle as they walked down the drive ‘Such a fucking little bitch.’
Thirty minutes later I received a text with the address. The message ended with ‘DONT U DARE B L8!’ which resulted in me arriving at the premises ten minutes ahead of schedule the following morning. I finally knocked on the door at 8am and there was no answer. After a few minutes of knocking I rang Joanne’s number.
A groggy voice answered “Oh, it’s you. You’re there, are you? Good. Wait in your car till I get there - I’m at a friend’s house at the moment but I will come with the key after I’ve had a shower and got ready.”
I suggested I could go away and come back and meet her in an hour or so. Immediately Joanne spat back at me. “Wait in your fucking van until I arrive. Is that clear?”
I meekly answered in the affirmative before the line went dead. There was no doubt I was getting off on being ordered around by a dominant, sexy young girl half my age despite the fact - or probably because of - it made me feel humiliated and inferior.
When Joanne turned up, she was wearing the same outfit as the day before - a clear sign she had not been home triggering all sorts of thoughts in my head. She knocked on the window and clicked her fingers, thumbing back towards the flat.
“Out, now.” she commanded. I followed her in like a puppy dog, my head bowed focusing on the look and sound of her 6” stiletto heels as she led the way into the apartment.
“Is Danielle coming to help us?” I asked.
Joanne laughed out loud before becoming stern again. “Us? You don’t seriously think a Goddess like me would risk getting her nails damaged moving house do you? And look what I’m wearing - do I look appropriately dressed for packing, carrying and unloading? Do you want me to get these shoes dirty or snag my lace stockings?”
Just hearing Joanne say the word, and confirm they were stockings not tights, had my cock hardening.
I replied “No, not at all” and she quickly told me then that we were all agreed it was better if I did all the work.
“Besides, that means I can get back to where I was - being around you makes me appreciate being with a real man all the more.” Joanne emphasised the word ‘real’, taking great delight in the conflicting emotions she knew it was generating in me - humiliated and yet turned on at the same time.
“Now, I want everything in those two bedrooms moved today so we can move in tonight. Make sure it gets done or else.” As Joanne said the last two words, she undid the thick black shiny plastic belt with the bright silver buckle tied round her waist. She folded it in half and snapped it making a loud cracking sound. “Do I make myself clear?” I meekly told her ‘yes, no problems’.
After she’d gone, I began to take stock of the task in front of me - both Danielle and Joanne had mountains of stuff, especially clothes and shoes, to move. I was desperate to take some time to fondle their underwear, lick and sniff their shoes, and play with myself but the image of what Joanne had done with her belt kept me to task so that by 6pm I had everything in its place in their new home.
I was congratulating myself on a job well done with a bottle of beer when Joanne and Danielle came home. They didn’t come straight through to the front room but instead I heard them enter the large bedroom on the ground floor. My bedroom. And then mount the stairs in order to visit their two bedrooms on the first floor where the bathroom was also located.
“What the fuck! Bitch, get up here now!” I heard Joanne scream.
Quick as a flash, I ran up the stairs. As I entered the small box room where I had stored Joanne’s things I was met by a rasping slap across the face from Joanne.
“How fucking dare you! Get my stuff moved into the big room downstairs and move your crappy stuff up here, right now.” I began to stammer about being the landlord and it being my house but my protest was cut short.
“Get it fucking shifted right now, and finished in the next hour, or you’ll be sleeping in the backyard tonight, you little bitch. Or do I have to remove my belt to make you understand?” She began to finger the buckle on her belt.
“No, that’s fine, I’m sorry Joanne. I will sort it now.”
“Good,” she replied. “And start to show me the respect I deserve, call me Goddess Joanne. And you can refer to my friend as Princess Danielle.”
“Yes, Goddess Joanne. Thank you Goddess Joanne”, I obediently replied.
Both girls laughed out loud at me as I began to undertake my task like a minion.
“Do it naked.” Joanne demanded as they left the room.
A few minutes later I carried the first of Joanne’s stuff down to my room to start the exchange.
“Get in here, bitch.” I heard Joanne shout from the front room. I froze, realising I was completely naked and had a hard on, my four-inch cock fully erect at the humiliation I had suffered. I entered the front room flushed with embarrassment.
“Get on all fours in my presence, bitch, so I don’t have to look at that tiny, worthless cock of yours. Crawl to the kitchen and get us some drinks, bitch.” I did as I was told, being allowed to walk in with the drinks and serve them both before exiting on all fours like the little bitch Joanne had already made me in less than two days of knowing me.
I had to top them up twice whilst moving Joanne’s things into the ‘master’ bedroom. Joanne told me not to waste time putting my stuff away neatly in the box room - I could do that in my own time - but that her stuff was to be put away perfectly as she and Danielle had guests coming along after 11.30pm. It was 9pm before I reported that I had finished.
Joanne wanted to do an inspection of the room to make sure everything was perfect and removed her belt to do so, with me on all fours at her stiletto heeled feet. She checked the wardrobe to make sure her clothes were put away properly and then the drawers to check the extensive array of sexy lingerie she had collected. Then it was the shoes which I had carefully put in a dedicated shoe rack in the corner of the room. Joanne picked up a black patent leather, open-toed, red soled stiletto with a 6” heel. She examined the bottom of the shoe.
“Why are the soles of my shoes dirty, bitch?”
I explained that I had simply moved them.
“And you put them away without thinking to clean them? What if I want to wear these for the guests I have coming over tonight? Think of it - I’m lying on my back on that bed, with my legs round some stud’s shoulders as he pumps me full of a real man’s cock and he notices my shoes are dirty?”
She looked at me sternly, allowing the belt - which had been folded in half - to drop fully, the silver buckle nearly touching the floor next to my hand.
“Well, bitch?”
I couldn’t answer as I still had the image of her being pounded by a stud in my head.
“Do you know how embarrassing that would be? I want every last pair of shoes, including the flats, licked clean before they arrive. And when you’ve done mine, clean Danielle’s. If I see even a speck of dirt on the bottoms of any of our shoes that we choose to get fucked in tonight, you will be sleeping in the backyard. Now get to work, you little fucking shoe-licking bitch!”
I spent nearly two hours licking dirt off the bottom of Joanne and Danielle’s shoes. At 10.45pm they both came to their respective rooms to choose their ‘fuck-me’ heels. Joanne chose a pair of T-bar, pointy black leather slingbacks with a 5” heel. It was no surprise as they were the ones that had required the most cleaning, given the sole was a creamy colour and they had been extensively worn.
Danielle decided to go with some black patent leather knee high, spike heeled boots. She inspected them for smudges all over before turning her attention to the soles.
“Did you suck the heel clean, you little bitch?”
“Yes, Princess Danielle” I answered.
“And did you suck it well? Did you suck it like a cock?” I nodded and Danielle slapped me hard around the face.
“Answer me, bitch!”
“Yes, Princess Danielle.” She slapped me again, harder.
“I asked you if you sucked it like a cock?”
I now understood what she wanted. “Yes, Princess Danielle, I sucked the heel like a cock.”
She laughed out loud, adding “I bet you did, you little wannabe cocksucking faggot!”
I had to help them both get ready - Joanne had chosen a black leather knee length skirt, white see through blouse and black sheer stockings and suspenders to go with her slutty high heeled shoes. There was no hint of a bra or panties. Danielle went for a tight fitting red dress and black hold-up fishnet stockings to go alongside her fuck-me boots. Both looked absolutely stunning.
Before their guests arrived, they then turned their attention to me. Joanne made me wear the panties she had been wearing all that day and the black lace stockings and suspenders she told me she had been ‘royally fucked in’ the night before. I was made to greet their guests - three big black studs - at the door dressed like that. I was made to fetch and carry drinks to all of them in the front room as the sex party got underway.
The night was unbelievable with Joanne and Danielle seemingly getting fucked in all manner of positions. I would leave the room with Danielle on all fours with a black cock at each end, Joanne straddling the other on one of the armchairs to come back in with more drinks and see Joanne on her stockinged knees in between two black cocks, sucking from one to the other as Danielle was drilled over the back of the sofa, a black cock fucking that tight little arse of hers.
I was used as a clean-up bitch when I wasn’t busy fetching drinks. I vividly remember my first taste of a real man’s spunk - one of the stud’s withdrew after fucking Joanne doggy-style, his big black cock shooting ribbons of thick white spunk over her big fat arse and black leather skirt. Joanne had immediately looked at me and ordered me to ‘lick all of that spunk up, you little faggot’. Danielle had been busy next to her with one black cock up her cunt and the other drilling her arsehole from behind, but not so busy that she couldn’t use her left hand to force my head down and make sure I licked up every last drop of that real man’s spunk.
I must have swallowed at least two loads from each stud that night, including one load wanked off in my face by Joanne after I’d lain below her whilst she was getting fucked in the arse, her stud’s black balls banging against my chin as he drilled her. When he was close, she had him withdraw, climbed off the sofa and, kneeling beside me with her face centimetres above mine, demanded that I beg her to wank his big black cock off in my face. I did exactly as I was told and opened my mouth as the jet spurt hit my tongue before Joanne wanked it off harder, covering my face, eyes and hair in sticky white cum.
More humiliation was to follow in the weeks to come. We discovered that the previous landlord was taking the girls to court for non-payment of rent. Joanne contacted him by phone and informed me that she’d reached an out of court settlement that she needed my help with. I was only too happy to oblige and asked her how much she needed; she laughed and told me that she had offered him a blow job from one of her new flatmates, ‘Martina’.
A day later, I found myself all tarted up and on my stockinged knees as Joanne fed another man’s cock into my red lipsticked mouth. It didn’t compare to the big black cocks Joanne and Danielle preferred, but was far bigger than my fully erect four-inch cock in my panties as I greedily sucked on his cock. Both Joanne and Danielle egged me on, ordering me to pay off their debt like a good little cocksucking whore and I still remember the sheer look of joy on Joanne’s face as the other landlord wanked himself off in my face with me kneeling there obediently, head back, tongue out and mouth open waiting to take every last drop of his spunk down the back of my throat like the obedient little cock-whore Joanne had demanded I be before he arrived.
That seemed to give the girls another idea as Martina was then employed to help them with their finals - being the party girls that they were, their final coursework was not only hopelessly late but also woefully under-researched. They resolved it by fixing it for their Professors and lecturers to have a visit from Martina in their offices. By this stage, Joanne had me in a chastity belt so I couldn’t get a hard-on reducing the possibility of me being outed in the street and encouraging the girls to take their new plaything out with them.
In the space of two weeks, I blew a dozen members of staff at the University - six for Joanne and six for Danielle - to ensure they got the degree they wanted. Each girl sat and supervised the whole thing with their lecturers, egging me on to:
’Suck it, you fucking slut.’
‘Get me my grade, you dirty little cocksucking whore!’
‘Swallow every last drop, you dirty fucking bitch.’
‘Beg him to spunk in your face, you fucking hussy.’ and so many other degrading taunts to get what they wanted.
After her finals, Joanne told me that we would be getting married as she wanted an easy life where she could do what she wanted, fuck who she wanted and have a little sissy bitch slave at her beck and call, one that was willing to fund her slutty wardrobe to ensure she continued getting the big black cocks she wanted and, more to the point as she always reminded me, needed in order to give her the ‘fucking good seeing to’ her soon-to-be-husband could never achieve.
I still remember the wedding - all of my prim and proper ****** with Joanne’s side populated by her friends and their big black stud boyfriends. We had booked a suite at the hotel where the reception was and I lost count of the number of times friends and ****** asked me where Joanne was (“oh, she’s got a headache and is lying down in the room”) as a steady stream of black studs made their way in twos and threes to the elevator, coming down 30 or 40 minutes later and tapping me on the shoulder in the middle of a conversation with my aunt, cousins or whoever to tell me Joanne wants me, right now.
I would then go up to the suite, enter on my hands and knees and crawl to the bed where Joanne, still in her white wedding dress, white stockings, suspenders, blue garter and white high heels was waiting to be cleaned of the latest loads of hot, creamy spunk so that I could then go down and ask two or three of her friends if Joanne could borrow her stud for an hour as I wasn’t up to the job. And then the cycle could start over.
That night ended with me dressed in the bridal outfit, my white stockinged legs around Joanne’s shoulders, my ‘tiny’ cock freed from it’s cage and pointing directly at my own face as Joanne drilled a 10-inch black strap-on cock up my virgin arse. She didn’t stop until the marriage was consummated - me showering myself in my own ‘worthless spunk’ without touching myself as my wife filled me full of black cock. Goddess Joanne had truly taken over.
