Janice pushed the huge cock against her vaginal opening. She had never been promiscuous and her husband was only the second man that she had slept with, so she had never even tried to accommodate anything that large. She pressed and the head pushed past her shaved outer lips and the delicate petals of those inside, like proverbial camel's nose. Unlike the tent and camel analogy, the rest was not immediately an easy passage. In spite of Renee's instructions as the monster invaded her, Janice's expression changed to one of concern, to surprise, then to shock, as it stretched and penetrated her more than she had ever been. Janice's mouth hung open in a gaunt fashion and Renee caught it all perfectly. From her perspective the picture of the huge breasted, suburban wife and mother spread wide with her bare-lipped pussy stuffed beyond capacity, was lewd and perfect. She recovered it from several angles and magnifications as Janice was ordered to withdraw and insert it repeatedly. To her credit, thought Renee, the woman managed to force a pretty convincing smile. For all anyone reviewing the pictures would be able to tell, Janice was fucking herself of her own free will and pleasure.
When she thought she was past the worst, she was ordered, in a final degrading punctuation, to perform the same act with the other two "ethnicities", and then was made to entertain two at a time, until Renee pointed out that Janice had exhibited a real "cultural sensitivity".
Finally after she had taken over an hours worth of the most intimate and incriminating photographs imaginable, Renee ordered Janice onto her hands and knees for a final shot of the subordinate blonde on her hands and knees with the big brown penis extending out behind her. With a final click of the camera, Renee announced that it was over. Janice took her cue and removed the dildo before turning over to a seated position in order to stand up. She was just beginning to rise, when a snap of Renee's fingers echoed in a room.
Janice had only half-risen and stopped in a slightly bent posture, her heavy breasts hanging forward and her bottom pushed out. She looked over her shoulder at Renee uncertainly, and what she saw inspired a sudden shiver of dread.
Dangling from Renee's fingers was a burgundy velvet dog collar studded with little fake diamonds. In her other hand was a delicate leash, the type that a grand society dame from New York might employ.
"Hands and knees, bitch." She ordered.
She pointed at the floor and then at her own feet. A wretched look crossed her beautiful face. Flushing with terminally injured pride, embarrassment, and helpless anger, she got down on all fours. Her breasts hung between her arms and her honey colored mane fell forward over her face and shoulders. She looked up at Renee who smiled superiorly. The hand holding the collar closed and she braced it against her hip. She did not speak, but instead made a kissing sound like one calling a pet.
Slowly, numbly, Janice began crawling toward her. She tried to move carefully, but her breasts gently knocked against each other and her upper arms.
"So that is why they call them knockers!" Renee exclaimed before dissolving into giggles.
The distance across the awful gold carpet seemed a hundred miles, but finally she arrived at Renee's feet. Janice found herself staring straight at her awful mistress' feet, her toes pedicured to a French tip smattered with a gold glitter. Renee looked down at the supplicated posture of her nude neighbor.
"It couldn't be any better." She thought, that was until an inspiring idea dawned.
From above Janice's bowed head came Renee's voice crackling with a devilish electricity. "Uh, Elsie, Juggsy, Janice....my pet? I think I've got something on my big toe...since you are down there, why don't you justlick it off?"
