Further submission

George, the former bully now decked out in the ridiculously feminine pink maid outfit, impatiently waited at Ian's front door for him to open his door to let him in. Looking back at what had transpired over the course of the last 12 hours, George could not believe how he had ended up in this humiliating situation.

“It would be dumb not to go through with this when you consider all the money, right?” George thought to himself. Although that is how he was justifying it, George feared that he would never be able to live down what was going to transpire tonight.

A couple minutes had passed and a few cars drove by and honked their horns at George as he shuffled impatiently on his pink high heels. Finally Ian opened the door and wolf whistled at George saying, "You are turning into quite the looker, George. Pink suits you."

George blushed beet red and said, “Can I come in now?”

“Not when you talk in that deep voice, girly. Curtsey first and ask politely like a girl would."

George curtsied low and said in his best girly falsetto voice, "May I come into your house, daddy?"

"That's better. Come on in, girly."

George wiggled on in unsteadily in his towering high heels. Once inside, Ian immediately directed him to the kitchen saying, “I believe I’ve heard you say before that ‘women belong in the kitchen’ . Well, then get in there then and start cooking. Your recipe is on the counter. I will be checking in occasionally to see how you're doing. When I come in to check on you, I expect you to greet me either on your knees sucking hungrily on some phallic-shaped item or with your head face down on the ground and that cute skirt of yours hiked up with your pink-pantied ass high up in the air wiggling invitingly for my cock to enter it. As we have mentioned previously, you are going to get paid generously for going through with this, well more than you deserve. Because of that, I expect you to flirt with me like this and be exceptionally willing and act eager to have my cock enter your butthole.”

George looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“Do you understand what you have to do?”

Reluctantly, George nodded his head.

"Great. I know you are a little bit of a slut so you shouldn't require any prodding. Now get in the kitchen, bitch."

Ian slapped George on the ass as he turned and wiggled on into the kitchen obediently.

After ten minutes was up, Ian decided to check and see how George was doing. He knocked on the door to the kitchen before coming in which gave George enough time to plant his face straight down onto the floor and raise his ass high in the air. Ian came on in chuckling to himself. He gave George a slap on the ass and said, "You are just dying to have something shoved up that butthole of yours, aren't you?"

When George didn’t respond, Ian asked again, “Aren’t you??”

George nodded his head vigorously and Ian out of nowhere rammed a 10 inch dildo up George’s butthole. George gave a loud groan of anguish.

“Let’s try that again. That wasn’t the reaction I was looking for from a self-described slut like yourself.”

Ian pulled the dildo out of George’s asshole then rammed it back in. This time George let out his best imitation of a bitch in heat with a high-pitched moan of pleasure.

“Much better, Georgie. Just so you know, for the foreseeable future you must have a dildo up your asshole at all times. You can only take it temporarily out when you are taking it in the butt from another guy and permanently when you have had anal with 10 guys.”

“Now, where are you at on this dinner?”