Chapter Three Howard’s Reign Begins Part Two

Half an hour later the doorbell rings, piercing through the quiet rhythm of Bernadette's moans.

Howard's heart skips a beat, and he quickly tucks his phone away.

"Penny's here," he says, his voice a mix of excitement and urgency.

Howard walks out of the bedroom whilst Bernadette continues to play with herself, her eyes still fixed on the ceiling, her moans echoing through the hallway.

He opens the door to reveal Penny, dressed in a French maid outfit .

"Welcome," Howard says with a wicked grin, gesturing for her to enter.

“Hello my Master” Penny answered him her voice drained of all emotion only submission.

"Bernadette is in the bedroom, getting ready for us."

Penny nods, her eyes glazed with mindless obedience.

"Thank you, Master," she says, her tone of voice changing to a soft purr of anticipation.

She glides into the apartment, her hips swaying with each step.

Howard closes the door and locks it, ensuring their privacy as he does he stares at Penny’s French maid outfit and can’t believe how hot she looks

He leads Penny into the bedroom, where Bernadette lies on the bed, her fingers still working her clit in a mechanical rhythm.

The sight of his wife's obedience sends a jolt of excitement through him, and he can't wait to see Penny's reaction.

"Look what I've made," Howard says, his voice filled with pride.

"Bernie is now as devoted to me as you are."

Penny's gaze follows Howard's gesture to the bed, where Bernadette's body writhes in silent ecstasy.

The sight of her best friend, now a mindless servant to Howard's desires, sends a shiver down her spine.

Yet, the chip in her own mind compels her to feel nothing but excitement and eagerness to serve alongside her.

"Master, what would you like us to do?" Penny asks, her voice a soft coo of submission.

“Penny kneel down and bring my wife to an orgasm with your mouth," Howard commands, his voice filled with excitement.

“Yes Master” Penny nods without hesitation, moving towards the bed on her knees her eyes never leaving Howard's.

Her French maid costume did little to hide her body.

As She crawled over to Bernadette, her breasts bouncing with every movement as she leaned over Bernadette, her red lips parting to take in her clit.

Bernadette's eyes widen slightly as Penny's tongue touches her, but she doesn't protest, her body arching off the bed as the pleasure begins to build once more.

Howard watches the scene unfold before him, his own arousal reaching new heights.

The sight of the two most important women in his life under his complete control was more than he could have ever dreamed of.

He undoes his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor, his cock springing free.

He strokes himself slowly as he watches Penny pleasure his wife, his eyes never leaving the scene.

Bernadette's moans grow louder, her body tightening as Penny's tongue expertly works her clit.

Howard can see the tension in his wife’s muscles, the way her toes curl and her fingers clench the bedsheets.

He knows she's close. "Faster Penny," he commands, his voice firm.

“Yes Master” Penny's movements quicken, her tongue flicking and swirling in a pattern that would make any woman melt.

Bernadette's hips buck upwards, her breath coming in short gasps.

Howard watches with a mix of pride and lust as his plan unfolds perfectly before his eyes.

The power he holds over them is like a ****, and he craves more.

“Penny go ahead and touch yourself”

“but don’t stop licking Bernie’s pussy and when you are both ready to cum you need to ask my permission first,"

Howard instructs, his hand still stroking his cock.

“Yes Master” Penny nods, her right hand slides down her own body to mimic the motion on Bernadette.

The room is filled with the sounds of wet kisses and the soft squelch of skin on skin.

Both women's moans grew louder as they approached their climax, their eyes still vacant and fixed on Howard.

"Master," Bernadette and Penny both gasp out, their voices a mix of pleasure and obedience. "May we cum?"

Howard's eyes flick between the two of them, his hand moving faster over his cock.

"Not yet," he says, his voice tight with anticipation. "I want you both to beg for it."

Penny and Bernadette whine in unison, their bodies writhing with need.

"Please, Master," they chant, their voices a symphony of submission.

"Let us cum for you."

Howard's cock throbbed at the sight of his two mindless playthings begging for release.

He felt like a god, holding the very essence of their being in the palm of his hand.

He took a moment to savor the power before giving them permission with a curt nod.

"Now," cum for me my slaves cum for me”he barked, his voice a harsh command.

The two women's movements grew frantic, their bodies a blur of motion as they raced towards their shared release.

Howard's hand flew over his cock, the tension in the room thick with desire.

His eyes flicked between them, watching their every twitch and gasp, his own climax building like a crescendo.

Bernadette's body stiffened first, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she screamed his name, “MASTER” the sound a mix of pleasure and the loss of self.

“Master Penny followed soon after, as she screamed his name too.

Her body convulsing against Bernadette's thigh as she swallowed down the last of her friend's cum.

The sight was too much for Howard, and with a roar, he released his load, spraying it across Penny's upturned face and onto Bernadette's open mouth.

The room fell silent, the only sounds their heavy breathing and the sticky sounds of their pleasure.

Howard's heart raced, his chest heaving with the exertion.

He looked down at the two women, their faces slack with satisfaction, their bodies limp and obedient.

He had never felt so powerful, so alive.

He stepped back, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Clean yourselves up," he ordered, his voice still laced with authority.

The two women moved as one, their eyes still glazed with the aftermath of their **** orgasms.

They rose from the bed, their bodies moving in unison as they found the discarded towel and wiped away the evidence of their shared degradation.

Howard felt a thrill run through him at the sight, his cock still semi-erect as he watched them move around the room like a pair of synchronized dancers.

Their every action a testament to his control.

"Now, go and have wait for me in the living room," he instructed, his voice still firm. "I'll join you shortly."

"Yes, Master," both women murmured in unison, their eyes unfocused.

They moved as if they were one entity, their bodies swaying slightly as they left the room.

Howard took a moment to appreciate the view of Bernadettes naked form and Penny still in her French maid costume, although slightly stained as they disappeared around the corner, their asses bouncing with each step.

Soon after cleaning himself Howard joined his slaves in the living room, his cock still semi-hard, his mind racing with the possibilities of what he could make them do next.

The living room was dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner.

He sat down in his favorite chair, watching as Penny and Bernadette had arranged themselves on the couch, their legs crossed and their eyes fixed on him once he had entered the room.

"Now," Howard began, his voice a low purr of power.

"it's time for the real fun to begin."

Penny and Bernadette waited, their eyes unblinking, their bodies poised for whatever command he might give.

Howard felt his cock swell with excitement at the thought of what was to come.

"Penny," he began, his voice a gentle purr. "I want you to sit on my face."

“Yes Master I must Obey” Penny answered her voice filled with obedience.

Without hesitation, Penny straddled Howard's chair, lowering herself until her wet pussy was inches from his mouth.

He could feel the heat radiating from her, smell her arousal mingling with the faint scent of strawberry shampoo.

It was intoxicating, and he couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation.

"Good," he murmured, his voice filled with the satisfaction of a man who knew he had absolute power.

He leaned back, his eyes still locked on hers as he waited for her to position herself perfectly.

When she finally settled, her pussy just above his mouth, Howard took a deep breath and dove in, his tongue lapping at her clit with a hunger that surprised even him.

Penny's hips bucked in response, and she let out a soft gasp as Howard's tongue found its mark.

He knew just how to make her squirm, how to bring her to the brink of orgasm and keep her there, teasing and tormenting until she was begging for release.

It was a dance they had performed countless times, since he had taken control of her but this time, it was different.

This time, she was truly his, her will stripped away by the cold, unyielding grip of technology.

“Very good my **** now pull out your breasts out of your French maid uniform and play with them,"

Howard's voice was thick with lust as he watched

“Yes my Master” Penny obeying his command without hesitation.

She pulled her blouse open and her breasts spilled out, the nipples already hard with arousal.

She began to pinch and twirl them, her eyes never leaving Howard's as she watched his reaction.

Bernadette remained on the couch, her own arousal growing as she watched.

Howard’s commands had her own mind racing with the things she could do to serve her master but did not dare to move without her master’s permission .

Howard’s eyes flicked up to meet hers, and he knew what she was thinking. He couldn’t help but smirk.

"Bernadette," he said, his voice a gentle command. "Why don't you join in?"

Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t hesitate.

“I am Masters Fucktoy” She slithered off the couch and onto her knees, her hands moving to her own breasts, mimicking Penny's actions.

Howard felt his cock twitch again at the sight of his wife's obedience, her eyes never leaving his.

Penny was still enjoying herself as Howard continued to lick her whilst she straddled his face, her breasts bouncing as she played with them.

Her moans growing louder and more **** as Howard's tongue danced around her clit.

Bernadette's eyes were glued to her husband's cock, her own hand moving in slow circles around her nipples, her other hand idly playing with her pussy.

Howard reached up and grabbed Penny’s hips, pulling her down harder onto his face.

He could feel her body tightening, her orgasm building.

“Master, please,” she whined, her voice needy and ****.

“Tell me you are nothing but a mindless dirty whore that loves to be used by your master," Howard said, his voice a dark whisper.

“I am nothing but a mindless dirty whore who loves to be used by my master,"

Penny repeated, her voice strained with the effort of maintaining her position.

Howard felt a rush of power at her words, his cock swelling even more.

"Good girl," he said, his voice a gentle praise. "Now, cum for me."

With a scream that was half pleasure and half release, Penny's body convulsed, her juices flooding Howard's mouth.

He drank her in, his tongue flicking against her clit until she collapsed against him, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Howard sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and watched as Bernadette moved up towards her Master and Penny as she licked them both clean, her eyes still glazed with obedience.

"Very good," he said, his voice a gentle purr. "Now, let's get ready for the next phase of the evening."