Ass Licking Specialist

The following week, I skipped the therapy session with Lynne to work on a project at home. I told Amy to pick an item from the training plan and work on it with Lynne.

That Friday, Jane and Amy again showed up together, and took off their shirts when they came in the door.

"I think it's toe sucking tonight," said Amy, and Jane agreed.

"I have a proposal instead," I said. "Given what we found out last week, I think we should change the agreement and Jane should just lick ass from now on. Jane, this would mean you wouldn't have to suck my toes, or drink piss, or even give me blowjobs any more."

Jane looked a little happier at this. "Sign me up!" she said with a smile. "I still can't get that night out of my mind, I've been craving it..."

"There are some catches, Jane," I continued. "I'm going to miss those services, and so I came up with some new rules for you to follow. First, if you're with me, and if anybody -- and I mean anybody -- asks you for an ass licking, you are to say 'yes' without hesitation. Second, you'll no longer be allowed to wear any clothes in this apartment -- just shoes, if they are sexy enough, and jewelry. Finally, on Fridays you have to serve at least one hour in the chair."

"The chair?" she asked.

I took her into the kitchen to show her the result of my project. It had started as an ordinary kitchen chair, but I'd removed most of the seat and added padding around the edges. Beneath the hole where the seat had been was a sort of sloping headrest. Near the legs were some straps.

"That's the chair," I said. "You'll be strapped in and won't be able to get out until we let you. While you're in there, anybody here can sit on your face, and you will be expected to give them an enthusiastic rim job. Even though you'll be strapped there, your hands will be free, and I'll supply you some toys to masturbate with. I expect you to have at least one orgasm each time someone sits there."

Jane bit her lip, but had a small smile. I could tell she was anticipating it.

"Don't be too happy yet," I said. "There are two additional requirements I have that I think you may not like. First, women can sit on the chair facing either direction, and you are to eat pussy as enthusiastically as you eat ass. Second -- and this is the hard one for you, Jane -- if a woman tells you that she has cum inside her, you are to suck out the cream pie and eat it."

Jane wrinkled her nose at this last bit, a classic look for her. "That does sound gross," she said.

"Grosser than drinking piss every few weeks?" asked Amy brightly.

I laughed. "I'll tell you what, Jane -- why don't you give it a trial run? I think you're going to love it, but if you don't, we'll just go back to the schedule we already have."

Jane responded by taking off her skirt and lying down on the floor. She slid under the chair until her head was on the headrest, which I adjusted into position.

"Comfortable?" I asked. She mumbled her agreement as Amy and I strapped her in to the chair.

I stepped back to admire my work. Jane was lying naked on the floor, strapped into the chair. Her face was visible through the hole in the seat, and her nipples were visible just below its edge. She looked **** and sexy as hell. Amy stood next to me, admiring the scene.

I went to the other room and came back with a dildo. I showed it to Jane through the seat and the gave it to her. "I'd like you to fuck yourself with this," I said.

She didn't say anything but instead started rubbing the head of the fake cock up and down on her clit.

"Well, Amy... would you like to go first?" I asked.