Letter to the reader: This is a story of female domination of a submissive couple. It includes the man sucking dildos and taking thinks up the ass. If this is not your cup-o-tea, please find another story. Don't waste your time and mine reading it and making comments about me being a fagot or other asinine remarks, I will just delete them.
Constructive comments, both good and bad, are welcome. So enjoy!
Goamz86
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It was a normal night at Greg and Marci's house. Greg was scurrying around the house cleaning up as Marci prepared dinner. Marci cooked because she chose to, not for any other reason. She ruled the roost so to speak, and she and Greg knew it. She handled all the things she chose to handle, like the finances, and Greg performed all the other household duties. He catered to her every whim and she loved it, especially when it came to sex. She dictated, when, where and how it would be performed.
Greg was taking something to his room when there was a knock on the door. "You expecting someone Dear?" Greg asked.
"Nope." She replied, not giving it another thought. She knew Greg would answer it and take care of whoever was there.
Greg walked to the door and opened it.
"Hello bitch!" said the beautiful and sexy figure standing on the porch.
"Mistress Barbara!" Greg said with a voice of surprise. His little cock stirred in the little girl panties he wore, becoming instantly hard. "We were not expecting you." He said as he hurried to open the screen and let her in.
She was holding nothing but a menacing looking black riding crop that she presented to Greg. He opened his mouth and she slid it in for him to suck on as if a small cock. When she finally pulled it from his mouth he instinctively kneeled at her feet.
"To what do we owe this honor my queen." he asked, staring directly at the leather knee high boots with the 5" spiked heels that she was wearing. He just stared at them, wanting to lather them with his tongue.
"I was bored and decided I needed to visit my two best whores." She replied looking down on him, knowing exactly what his little mind was thinking. "Go ahead pussy boy."
Greg instantly leaned forward and began licking every inch of her boots with his eager tongue.
Marci heard Mistress Barbara's voice and instantly the nipples on her 42DD tits began to stiffen, and her pussy began to moisten. She was thrilled to hear her Queen's voice and she knew she was in for quite an evening. Then a realization hit her. She was in no way ready for a visit from her demanding Goddess. She looked down and surveyed her attire. A long cotton sleep shirt covered her large figure and she wore full coverage silk panties and no bra underneath. She immediately removed her panties, knowing Mistress would not accept that. She suddenly panicked remembering she had not shaved in quite some time. She decided there was nothing she could do about that now. She just discarded the panties into the laundry room next to the kitchen, and continued making dinner. She could not concentrate on her task as she began to anticipate her Mistress' arrival in the kitchen, but also she began to dread the punishments she would soon be enduring for not keeping herself presentable at all times. She knew not to interrupt Miss Barbara when she was tending to Greg, and so she just feigned productivity in the kitchen listening to the two of them in the other room. Her pussy began to drip with anticipation as the scenario continued just out of her sight, but not out of ear shot.
"That's it baby doll, don't miss a spot." Barbara told her slave. "I think Mistress stepped in a bit of mud on my way to the car earlier, make sure you get that off." She lightly smacked his panty covered ass a few times with the crop as he tended to her boots.
Greg did exactly as he was told. At least 10 minutes passed before Barbara was convinced he had done his job. "That's enough Greta!" she said almost kicking him off her saliva covered boots. Greta was the sissy name she had bestowed on Greg when she began his training and sissification some years ago on line.
Greg sat back on his haunches still on all fours. By now Marci's pussy was literally dripping down her meaty thighs wanting her Goddess to come see her. She could not help herself, and still standing at the stove she grabbed both of her heavy tits and squeezed them hard, pinching both nipples. Her pussy reacted accordingly and grew even wetter. Marci again couldn't help herself and quickly slid one of her plump fingers between her pussy lips, covering it in her juices. She raised it to her mouth and licked it clean.
"Where is that fat assed, cock sucking, whore wife of yours Greta?' Barbara asked, knowing exactly where she was.
"In the kitchen my Queen." Greg replied.
Barbara removed the long coat she was wearing and discarded it on the floor next to Greg. He immediately grabbed it and watched as his Goddess walked toward the kitchen. He was mesmerized by her attire and her incredible body, the g-string she was wearing disappeared between the most perfect set of tight smooth ass cheeks he had ever seen. He glanced down to view the black silk nylons with the seam perfectly positioned down the middle of her long toned legs and disappeared into the boots that came up to the bottom of her knees. The sound of her heels on the hardwood floor was music to his ears.
"I have two bags on the front seat of my car bitch, go get them and bring them to me." she told Greg.
The approaching sound of Barbara's heels was a warning to Marci and she readied herself for the inevitable.
"Hello whore." Barbra quipped as she stopped at the entrance of the kitchen.
The mere sound of those words made Marci's pussy quiver. She turned and looked at Barbara. Barbara was wearing a black leather corset that hugged her slender body and pushed her magnificent 34C tits out as if on display. The corset had garter straps that held up her nylons and the thong panties were also black, but completely see through allowing Marci a clear view of Barbara's flawless, shaved pussy. Marci instinctively moved toward Barbara to greet her as she had been trained to do, but before she could get to her knees, Barbara put up a hand and halted her.
"What the hell is this slut? I leave you alone for a couple weeks and this is how I find you dressed, in a big, fat girl t-shirt?" Barbara snapped. "Take that off immediately!"
Marci obeyed, removing the shirt and standing in front of her mistress completely naked. She always hated that, because she was embarrassed by her body, and to be in front of someone like Barbara, whose body was so incredible was even worse.
"And what is going on here?" Barbara asked grabbing hold of a few of Marci's short and curlys. She then yanked and pulled them from Marci's body. Marci yelped in pain, but at the same time her pussy again quivered with pleasure. Barbara raised her hand and presented the short hairs to Marci's face.
"You fat slob whore, is this how you are supposed to keep yourself?" She asked
"No Mistress." Marci replied feeling humiliated. She didn't like the references to her size, but knew it was all part of it, and with all the excitement her Mistress provided, she endured it.
"What if I had brought a couple of customers with me, and your fat, hungry cunt looked like this. I can't have you embarrassing me like that Bitch."
The thought of what Barbara had just said ran through Marci's head. She knew what Barbara meant by customers. Barbara pimped Marci out, mostly to black guys. Oh how they liked them some big fat white girls. The thought of a couple of black cocks inside her holes made Marci's mouth water and her pussy leak down her bare legs. She was pulled from her brief daydream when Barbara spoke again.
"Open up whore."
Marci opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Barbara placed the pubic hairs on her tongue and ordered her to swallow them. Marci did as she was told. She could feel each and every hair as it slid down her throat, causing her to almost gag.
"Assume the position you filthy, fat, cow, Now!" Barbara commanded, holding out the riding crop to her.
Marci immediately dropped to her hands and knees right there in the kitchen.
