Jenny's Way - Pt. 10

A dim beam of sunlight was all that illuminated the luxurious kitchen. Tall vertical blinds along a set of windows at the back of the adjacent living room were opened to allow the warmth of the morning sunrise to flow unabated. Tall pine trees, clearly visible through the windows, swayed gently in the morning breeze. Their branches were covered in dense pockets of moisture as the dark of night surrendered to the warmth and beauty of a new day.

Inside the kitchen was just as peaceful, although not as quiet. The sound of sizzling breakfast food mixed with the gentle hum of a young woman washing the last of a set of dirty dishes. Jenny was the happiest woman alive. Her long, flowing brown hair was wrapped into a tight braid that hung over her left shoulder. It stopped just above her naked breasts, which glistened in the light of the morning Sun. They were immense and perky, a solid 40-HH size, which was not her natural breast size but she begged her husband to make sure that they were always as big as her head because she believed that her tits, being the first thing a man noticed about her, were far more important than her mind. Her outfit that morning was very practical: she wore nothing except a pair of pink high heel shoes, a tiny apron that covered just a few inches of her waist and left her soaking wet pussy well exposed. It was purely an accessory and not designed to cover her body in any reasonable sense. Her outfit was topped off with a matching pink bow tied to the end of her braided hair. 

Jenny hummed along peacefully as she finished the last of the dirty dishes and returned to the stove to finish the last of the breakfast food. Jack would be coming down to eat in a few minutes and everything needed to be perfect. Not because of some unreasonable expectation levied on her by her husband, but because of her instinctual desire to create an inviting and loving environment for him. 

It wasn’t long before the silence of the morning was broken by the sound of Jack’s footsteps entering the kitchen. Jenny squealed with delight and ran over to give her husband a tight hug and passionate kiss. As she locked lips with Jack, she couldn’t help but run her hands down his sides and down to his cock. Jack smiled and struggled to pull away.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he laughed. “Sorry, sweetheart. I don’t really have time for that this morning although I am grateful for your attentiveness. Got a lot of stuff to work on this morning.” She smiled seductively at him as she pulled away and walked back to the stove. “Wow, it smells delicious. What’s for breakfast?” 

“All of your usual favorites, my love.” Jenny replied. “Jenny was going to be breakfast dessert. Jenny still can be if you want.” She turned and smiled at him, making sure that her breasts were clearly visible.

“I wish that were possible, love.” He replied as he took a sip of coffee. “I’ll make sure that you get to be dessert tonight when I get home. How does that sound?”

“Wonderful,” She smiled and finished making breakfast.

After serving Jack his breakfast, Jenny sat down at the table across from him and nursed a cup of orange juice. Her immense tits, now enhanced by Victor’s ability to manipulate matter with his mind, rested comfortably on the table for her husband to enjoy. Jack was very happy with the changes she’d made, especially her tits. He had contemplated asking Victor to enhance them when they started working together, but decided to let Jenny retain some sense of autonomy over her body. He was beyond surprised when she requested a breast enhancement of her own free will. At least, what free will she had left.

He finished breakfast and stood up to clean the table when Jenny jumped up and stopped him. “No!” She said. “Jenny cleans! You go work and come home so you can fuck Jenny! Please!” Jack couldn’t help but smile at her. She was smiling and looking at him with glowing, pleading eyes as if she were a kid asking to go to the park. 

Jack put his arm around her and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. “Sure, sweetheart. I better get going. And you need to get dressed and get to work yourself!” 

Jenny nodded and began cleaning up the kitchen as quickly as she could to get ready for work. Jack was out the door before the first dishes were done.

* * *

So much had changed for Jenny in the months since she was released from Victor’s control. He had completely transferred her dependence to her husband including the rules and expectations he’d already set for her. Fortunately, Jack had not imposed many more expectations on her. Most of the expectations were how to dress when home and how she was to speak to him. He struck a delicate balance between demanding that she respect him and that she maintain some sense of personal respect. Among the items of balance, Jack allowed her to keep her job and to maintain somewhat of a normal life outside of the home. Victor’s dress and appearance requirements remained, although Jack allowed her to wear a blouse made of heavier material if she wanted due to the significant change in her breast size. This helped immensely when she had to go to work and maintain some sense of a professional appearance.

By 10:00 AM, Jenny was sitting comfortably in her office going over messages and compiling data for a meeting in the afternoon. A steaming cup of green tea sat on her desk next to a bright pink keyboard and mouse. She had replaced most of the peripherals in her office with pink alternatives to accentuate her newfound appreciation for her femininity. She wore a pair of 6” high heel shoes, black thigh-high nylons with a garter belt and no panties. A pleated black skirt barely covered her freshly shaved pussy and a dark red blouse was tucked neatly into it. Three buttons on the blouse were unbuttoned to give an exaggerated view of her immense fuck bags (one of the words Jack had chose for her to refer to her tits). Behind the message screen on her desktop was the nude picture of Emma that Victor had forced her to install many months earlier. Jack had not placed any specific instructions for her regarding her wallpaper and she thought Emma was very sexy, so she decided to keep the lewd picture around for the memories. A big part of her missed Emma. She missed the passionate kisses and she missed having another slave woman around to help her. Sometimes she closed her eyes at night and imagined her tongue buried deep inside of Emma’s sweet pussy. Jenny paused and ran her hand across her wet pussy lips as she struggled to read the email on the screen. Her throat was dry and she licked her lips, daydreaming about Emma’s sexy body pressed up against her.

She closed her eyes for a moment as she tried to re-center herself. When she opened her eyes, she was shocked to see a figure standing on the other side of the desk. Tall and slender, it was obviously a woman. It took Jenny a moment to process what she was seeing. The woman was dressed in a tight black pencil skirt with lacy nylons visible through a slit running up the side. She wore a thin white blouse that barely concealed her massive breasts. Her fiery red hair and distinctive green eyes were immediately familiar: it was Emma.

“Hello, Jenny.” Emma said.

Jenny’s face lit up as she ran around the desk to grab Emma and hug her tightly. “Emma!” Emma pushed Jenny away gently and immediately locked lips with her brunette slave companion. Jenny’s pussy exploded with a powerful orgasm as the taste of Emma’s candy lipstick met hers. It was a dream come true to have this beautiful sex doll in her arms again. Although, Jenny found it a little strange to see Emma wearing clothes. “I’m so happy to see you!” Jenny squealed. “What are you doing here?”

“Emma missed Jenny,” she replied. “Emma needed to see you.” Hearing Emma speak in third person was arousing. It reminded her of those days in Emma’s home with a mouth full of Victor’s cock and Emma grinding hard against him, desperate for an orgasm that would never come. 

“Jenny missed Emma.”

Emma ran her hands across Jenny’s new tits and slowly started to unbutton her blouse. “These are nice.”

“Thank you,” Jenny blushed. “My new Sir really likes them. I like them too. They make me feel sexy.”

Emma slowly parted Jenny’s blouse and let her tits fall free. Jenny closed her eyes and moaned softly as Emma ran her hands across her rock hard nipples. “I missed you, Emma.” Jenny whispered to herself. Suddenly she felt a warmth on one of her tits. She opened her eyes and Emma was gently licking an sucking on her nipple. Jenny cupped the back of her head and gently stroked the fiery red strands of Emma’s hair. She stood quietly shrouded in ecstasy as Emma worked her hands and tongue across her tits. As Emma’s mouth glided effortlessly across her fuck globes, she could feel the woman running her hand under her skirt and softly caressing her dripping pussy.

Jenny reached down and pulled Emma up to her. She locked lips with the redhead and plunged her tongue as deep into her mouth as possible. Emma moaned softly as Jenny worked to remove her shirt. Emma’s tits fell out freely and the two women embraced tightly, pressing their flesh globes close together. Jenny then pushed her companion down on the couch and climbed on top of her.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Jenny whispered as she buried her face in Emma’s immense tits. “I want you so badly. I want you to be my personal bimbo. I want to fucking break you, Emma. I want your tits and your hot hole serving me.” Emma said nothing but smiled at her friend and kissed her passionately. 

At this point, both women had slid their skirts up and were grinding their soaking wet pussy lips against each other. “Emma belongs to Sir. But he sent me to you so we could play.” Her sentence was briefly interrupted by Jenny, who seemed to be becoming feral, locking her lips to Emma’s. 

“He sent you to me.”

Emma nodded silently.

“Then you’re my bimbo. Jenny lives to serve men. Emma lives…for now…to serve as Jenny’s bimbo toy.”

Emma’s eyes lit up as if she’d been given the greatest compliment of her life. “Emma belongs to Jenny. Emma is Jenny’s bimbo toy.” Her eyes were watering with happiness. “Make Emma your fuck toy, Jenny. Make Emma the bimbo she truly is!” Jenny locked her lips on Emma’s neck and Emma cried out in ecstasy as Jenny sucked gently on her from head to toe. The two women, once powerful and respected among their peers, were now mostly naked and ravaging each other on Jenny’s office couch. Emma the redhead bimbo and Jenny the office slut.

It only took a few minutes more of caressing and sweet talk of bimbos and slaves to cock when both women reached orgasm at the same time. Powerful waves of energy flowed through their bodies as their soaking wet pussies pressed tightly against each other. Each of them were lost in wave after wave of unimaginable pleasure flowing through every part of their bodies. Jenny quickly locked her lips with Emma to hide their moans of pleasure from anyone outside the office who might want to hear. There was a brilliant flash of light and both women collapsed on each other in pure sexual exhaustion.

* * *

Neither of them were sure of how long they were passed out on the couch before the exhaustion cleared and they started to stir. Jenny stood up slowly as her head was still light and she felt dizzy. It was difficult to stand in high heels but she did the best she could as she fixed her skirt and placed her enormous tits back into her thin blouse. Emma was still on the couch, but also working to put her fuck globes back into her thin blouse. Her face was slightly flushed, which accentuated her fiery red hair. Jenny smiled and watched Emma’s hands gently pushing her tits back into her shirt. Emma was a vision of freshly fucked beauty and Jenny was slightly jealous that she couldn’t take the redheaded bombshell home with her. 

“Jenny enjoyed your visit. Will you come back?”

Emma stood up and fixed her pencil skirt. “Emma enjoyed special time with you, Jenny.” She smiled. “Emma doesn’t know if Emma can come back, but Emma will try. Emma likes kissing Jenny.”

Jenny smiled and gave Emma a soft kiss. As she pulled away, she gently ran her tongue over the redhead’s painted lips. “Emma is Jenny’s fuck toy…when Sir allows it.” 

Emma smiled and blushed. She felt a tingling in her aching pussy. “Emma likes being a toy for others. Emma lives to serve men, Sir, and Jenny.” 

Both women embraced in a final hug. Emma then left the office and slowly made her way down the hallway as best she could with the skirt’s restrictions.

As Jenny gently brushed her hair and reminisced about the encounter with Emma, she walked over and looked out the window at the street below. She could see Emma walking across the parkway toward the building’s parking lot. She then noticed a figure join her as she reached the edge of the lot. It was Victor. He put his arm around her and kissed her gently on the lips. Emma hugged him tightly and both of them began walking through the parking lot holding hands. Jenny was slightly confused and somewhat jealous. She wanted to kiss Victor and hold his hand. She wanted to show her appreciation for the changes he’d made to her life. Suddenly it became apparent to her: the truth of Victor and Emma. She must have been his wife from before! What if Emma was Victor’s ex wife, who was enslaved and forced to live out the fantasy he’d always dreamed of. It made sense to her and although it was morally wrong, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder and excitement. It was arousing to think that Emma was the woman who scorned Victor so much that he turned two powerful business women into mindless, obedient cum whores. And she had never been happier in her life.

* * *

Emma smiled as Victor approached her in the parking lot. “Hello, my love.” He said to her. He embraced her gently and kissed her. Emma swooned.

“Hello, my love.” She replied. 

“How was your visit with our little project?” 

“She’s beautiful, my love.” Emma said as they began walking through the parking lot to Victor’s car. “She’s beautiful, sexy, and obedient. She’s everything that you ever wanted her to be. Just like me, but stronger. She’s going to be such a good wife from now on. Women should be proud of her.”

“So, you’re proud of her?” Victor asked.

“I’m very proud of her,” Emma said. “She’s such a mindless slut who will do anything for pleasure, as a woman should. Thank you for letting me help you.”

“You’re welcome,” Victor smiled. “Thank you for the hard work with this one. You’ve earned a night with your toy and I am thinking of letting you wear a garter belt with your stockings when we get home. No panties, of course.”

Emma beamed. She hadn’t worn anything in her home except high heels and garterless stockings for so long that the thought of doing so was unimaginable. She lunged and wrapped her arms around Victor. “Oh, I love you so much. Thank you for making me perfect.”

“You’re welcome, my love. You are perfect in every way, Emma. Just as you and Jenny were designed.”

THE END