Becky's Slave

Complete Surrender

Chapter 8

When morning arrived I rose first and fixed breakfast for Mistress Hilda. She made me lie on the floor and worship her feet while she had her meal. When she was done, she raked what was left on her plate into the floor for me to eat. Mistress read the paper and lounged around while I cleaned the kitchen and made up her bed. I reported to Mistress Hilda as soon as I was finished, hoping to find her pleased with my work. I knelt before her on my knees with my nose at her feet. "As you have probably figured out Denny, I am a 'professional trainer'. I have been doing this for years. I take submissives like you and mold them, polish them, make them more presentable and accountable to their master or mistress. I train males and females. It does not matter to me. I find what their superiors expect in a slave, add a few of my own qualities, then send them back home." Mistress got up and began walking about the room. She had a long cane like the one she had used on me the day before. "I think you know most of the basics, so I will not waste my time on those, other than to say that you will be expected to know them. Should you dishonor me in any way, such as failing to knell properly, not speaking in a submissive tone, and not being attentive at all times, you will be punished. I expect absolute obedience at all times."

Mistress sat down again. "The plan I have for you will begin today and will last throughout the week. You will be tested beyond your limits. By the end of the week when you return to Mistress Becky, you will take your orders without hesitation." She whipped the cane across my back to get my attention. "Look at me Denny!" I raised my head to look at Mistress Hilda's face. I was never allowed to look at her before, other than a glance, until then. She was actually very pretty. "I do not tolerant hesitation very well. One of the most important qualities of a submissive slave is to follow orders without hesitation. Do you understand me?" I quickly replied with "yes Mistress". She tapped my head with the cane and put my nose back to the floor.

"We will see if you do." She was silent for a few moments. "Becky tells me differently. Becky tells me that you hesitate, you ask questions; you try to talk her out of making you perform. Denny that will stop!" If there is one thing you will learn this week, it will be to follow orders without question. There will be dire consequences for you otherwise." Mistress continued on this subject for a long time. The more she talked, the more I wanted to be that way. I wanted to please her. I wanted to please Becky. I kept telling myself that I would do better, that I would learn. "You will be ordered to do things this week that you have not done before Denny, to test you, to strengthen you, to make you a good slave. Each time you hesitate, you will be punished. Do not dare question me."

I could not help but wonder what it was she would make be do. What could be so bad? Then I remembered reading about things that some masters and mistress make their slaves do. Some of them I liked, I fantasized about. But some of them I did not, some of them I feared. "Denny, you will not like everything I make you do, but you will learn to tolerate and obey regardless. You will do so because it is what I want you to do. You will learn to enjoy pleasing me, just as you will learn to enjoy pleasing Becky, and anybody else she wants you to please." I remembered pleasing Becky's girlfriend. I liked that. But then I remembered eating the cum from her panties. I knew it was male cum. I knew it had to be John. I hated that. I did not want her fucking John. I tried to get that out of my head. Maybe Mistress Hilda is right. I need to do it because it pleases Becky, not because it pleases me. I closed my eyes hard and repeated over and over to myself. I must please Becky. I must please Becky.

Mistress spent the rest of the morning giving me special instructions on how I should act in front of other guests and other slaves. I struggled inwardly as I began to realize some of the things she would make me do. I knew that she was going to make me suffer great humiliation, much greater than Becky had ever made me endure. But in a strange way, I was excited about it. I had read many times about submissive slaves performing all sorts of crude acts. Now I was going to actually realize some of those fantasies. I could feel myself getting hard.

"I will be going out in a short while to lunch with one of my associates. We will return about 1:30 or 2. I will expect this place to be in perfect order, and you will be in perfect order. I will lay some things out for you to wear after you take your shower. I do not want to see you again until I return. Get out of my sight." I quickly ran to the guest bedroom and hid until I hear Mistress Hilda leave. She said 'We'. She was going to expose me to someone else. A thousand thoughts went through my head. I remembered what it was like when Becky first brought Donna home. I was scared to death. But it turned out good. It is just so embarrassing and shameful the first time, especially now, when I have not gotten used to Mistress Hilda yet.

It was nice to be alone for a short while. The first thing I did was go into her room to see what she had laid out. There was a pair of red lace crotchless panties trimmed in black. There was also a pair of black fishnet hose and a black garter belt. Most shocking though was the artificial breasts. I had seen ones like them, but only in pictures. Lastly there was a pair of high-heeled shoes. Tucked into the shoe was a note. "I expect you to be fully dressed in front of the door waiting for me when we return. You are to shower and shave all of your body hair except that little bit that is on your head. (I was nearly bald and kept my hair very short.) I don't want to see any body hair!"

I had worn female clothes many times when I was alone, and also with Becky, but this was different. She was not only going to humiliate me in front of another person, she wanted me to feel like a woman. I had never shaved any of my hair accept on my cock and balls. Becky made me do that, but never my legs or anywhere else. I hurriedly cleaned up the house. It did not take me long, because I had worked so much the day before. I made sure everything was neatly in place. I took a shower and shaved my legs, my arms, under my arms, everywhere except my head. It was really not as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, it felt exciting as I rinsed the hair off and stood before the mirror. I almost looked feminine. I ran my hands over my shaved body. I could feel the excitement growing in my balls. My cock, I mean my clit, began to stiffen as I felt my smooth skin. I looked at the clock. It was 15 after one, and I knew she could be back in 15 minutes. I ran to the bed and put the hose on first. I enjoyed the feel of them going up my smooth legs. Then the panties. My clit got hard as the silky material rubbed over it. When I pulled the panties all the way up, my cock and balls fell through the crotchless opening and were in plain view. I heart pounded as I thought about how I would look to others. Then I put the artificial breasts on, just like you would a bra. I snapped them in the back and ran to the mirror to see what I looked like. I could not believe it. I looked like a woman from the neck down, except for my throbbing cock. The feel of the clothes, the breasts, my smooth skin, all made me excited. I noticed a drop of precum forming on my slit. My balls were already churning and I wanted to cum.

I sat on the edge of the bed and put the heels on. I was amazed at how well they fit. I had never worn heels before and it took a minute to get used to them. The excitement was raging through me now. I loved how I felt. My cock bounced as I walked into the closet. There was Mistress's panty hamper. The urge suddenly hit me. I had to smell her panties. I opened the hamper and reached in through her soiled panties and pulled out the dirtiest pair I could fine. I quickly brought them to my nose. Oh god they smelled so good. I closed my eyes and imagined that my face was buried in her crotch. I took out another pair and rubbed them against my clit. Oh God! I knew that if I did that very long I would cum. I put them back and walked as fast as I could to the front door. It was 1:28. I waited.

I waited and waited. I watched the clock, which make it seem even longer. The scent from her panties lingered in my nose. I fumbled with cock until it got hard. Oh God what would happen if I was erect when she came in to door? A it neared 2 o'clock, I heard Mistress Hilda's heels clicking and voices outside. The noise grew louder. Then the doorbell rang. I panicked. I had assumed she would let herself in. Should I open the door? What if it is not her? I nervously turned the latch and stood behind the door and slowly opened it. I could hear someone snicker. My heart was racing. What should I do? I slowly peaked around the door, and there stood Mistress Hilda with another lady. She was beautiful. I nervously pulled the door open and stood beside of it in total shame. "Welcome…a welcome home Mistress Hilda." I barely was able to say it. I looked down at the floor afraid to move my eyes. I could feel my face burning with shame.

"Come in Mary and meet my new trainee." I was afraid to look up for fear that Mistress Hilda would not approve. My mouth was dry, and my stomach was in knots. They both walked past me and turned to take a good look. "Do you like the breasts? I think they look good. I found them online and this is the first time I have used them." Mistress Hilda felt of them the hole time she talked. Then Mary came toward me and touched them too. If felt so weird when they touched them. It was almost like they were real, but not quiet. "How long have you been training him?" Mary's voice was strong and curt. I could tell already that she would be very aggressive. "Only a couple of days. His wife, rather his Mistress, has sent him here for discipline." I suddenly noticed that a small bead of precum had formed at my piss slit. I should have known when I was sniffing her panties earlier that it would happen. Mistress Hilda put her hand down and caught it with her finger, and then she wiped it on my lips. "He can't control his urges. We are going to work on that this week. And he also has very poor manners!" Mistress abruptly slapped my face. "Get to your knees and greet Mary properly!"

I fell to my knees at Mary's feet and began kissing her high heels. My face burned from her stinging hand, but mostly from the shame and humiliation that was racing through my body. Mistress Hilda continued to explain what she was doing with my training. She finally kicked me in the side. "That's enough. Go get us a glass of wine." I quickly got up and went into the kitchen. I was relieved to get away from them for a moment, to compose myself and get ready for what laid in store. My face lit up again in embarrassment as I complied with Mistress Hilda's order. I sat the wine glasses down and poured them half full on the coffee table. Mistress Hilda was sitting in a chair, and Mary was sitting in the center of the sofa. "Stand over there so both of us can see you!" Mistress pointed to a place near the end of the table. I quickly moved there and stood at attention. I could feel their eyes on me as I looked down. I had never felt so embarrassed in my life. The room became so quiet, only the sound of their movement as they leaned forward to get their wine glasses. I think Mistress Hilda purposely kept quiet to make my shame even greater. Both of them stared at me for a long time.

Finally Mistress Hilda spoke. "I want to have him fully trained by Friday, so Becky will have him for the weekend." I thought that sounded strange because Becky had been spending the weekends with John. I wondered what she meant. "I think she has special plans this weekend and 'Denny' will be attending to their needs." What did she mean my 'their needs'? Was she going to make me serve her and Donna again? Or was it John? I could not think like that. I had to get that out of my mind. The room became quiet again. Finally Mary stood up. I had not noticed how tall she was before. She was taller than Hilda, taller than me. She walked towards me, and I felt intimidated by her. Before she even touched me I felt scared. She began fondling my breasts. That is when I noticed her hands. They were large for a woman. She was tall and slender, but her hands were large, bright red polish adorned her fingernails. But her hands looked so different. Suddenly Mistress Hilda got up. "Why don't you get acquainted with Denny while I go change clothes? I will back shortly."

As soon as Hilda left the room, Mary put her hand under my chin and raised it up until I was looking into her eyes. She had a wild look about her, a look that I had never seen before. It scared me. "I want you to serve me." Here sudden aggressiveness scared me. Yet, I could feel my cock, or my clit tingle; that familiar feeling just before it starts to get hard. "You are going to serve me Denny." Her strong voice excited me. I knew she would be demanding. I swallowed hard. "Yes ma'am." Mary turned and walked back to the sofa to sit down. 'Come here and stand beside of me." I walked over to the sofa and stood. She leaned forward and her face was nearly level with my clit. She blew gently and my cock, my clit responded immediately. I looked down as it slowly began to rise. Oh my god, I thought. I could feel the power she had over me. She took her index finger and gently massaged the underside of my clit. Within a few moments, it was sticking straight up. "My My Denny. Hilda is right, you don't have much control." Her strong sexy voice was so exciting. "Would you like to serve me Denny?" I answered quickly. "Yes ma'am, I …I would be…be honored to ma'am."

She slowly began to unbutton her blouse. "Get to your knees Denny and help me out of my heels." I hurriedly sunk to the floor and removed each of Mary's high heels. Her feet were so large for a woman. She slowly spread her legs and my thoughts turned to the treasure that lies between. The skirt she was wearing was very short, and I could see her garter belt. My cock twitched as she spread her legs wider, exposing her panties. I have always loved garter belts and hose. I fantasize frequently about them. She put her hand on her crotch and spread her legs wide. "Do you like what you see Denny?" Her husky voice excited me. "Yes ma'am." She smiled. "Well then, why don't you show it? Worship me!" I could feel my balls tighten. I was filled with sexual tension as I lowered my head to the floor and began kissing and rubbing her feet. The scent of the leather from her shoe and the feel of her hose was driving me crazy. I slowly worked my way up her to her knees. She moaned as I kissed and caress her. Mary fumbled with her blouse as I continued to worship her. She was not wearing a bra, and her marvelous breasts were soon visible. I also noticed a slight musky scent, but it was not like any other I had smelled, not like Becky or Donna, or Mistress Hilda. "Help me off with my blouse Denny!" She became more demanding this time. She stood up quickly. I rose and helped her remove the blouse and I got my first full look at her breasts. The hair on her arms was thick, much more than a woman usually has, but I thought no more about it as I looked at her firm breasts and her erect nipples.

"The skirt Denny! Get to your knees and take it off." My heart began to pound as dropped to the floor behind her. Mistress Hilda had come back into the room. She was wearing a very short night gown that was almost transparent. Her large breasts bounced as she walked in. Mary spoke again in a low tone. "You will serve me Denny, and I expect full service. You will give me nothing else. Do you understand?" I answered quickly. Mistress Hilda stood near me. "Denny, this is part of your training. You will do as you are told, without hesitation! Do you understand?" I answered again quickly. "Before you remove my skirt, I want you to tell me what you are and what you will do Denny! Tell me! Now!" It scared me a little, but I was so anxious to serve her. "I am…I am your submissive … submissive slave ma'am and I will serve… a serve you in any way you wish ma'am." Mary looked over her shoulder. "Worship my ass!" I quickly placed my lips on panty cover ass cheeks. The material was so flimsy I could easily see the cleavage of her well formed ass cheeks. I kissed and caressed her ass for several minutes. Stooping lower, I kissed the upper part of her legs and pushed my nose into her cheeks. I noticed the musky scent of her ass hole. I could not wait to worship her there. Mary suddenly turned around. My head was level with her crotch, and she was holding the skirt in front of her. "I want to hear you say it again Denny. I want to hear you say that you will serve me, and you will serve me fully. Say it!" Mistress Hilda was now standing behind me with her crotch pressed against the back of my head. My cock was rigid and my balls we aching with desire. I repeated what I had said earlier. "Tell me that you will lick and suck me Denny. Tell me that you will worship my ass!" Her demanding tone scared me, but also excited me. I repeated what she said.

Mary dropped the skirt and I was suddenly starring into her panties, only a few inches away. I could not believe my eyes. My mouth fell open and I swallowed. I could see through the flimsy material, but I could not believe what I was seeing. It was a cock and balls, a large cock and balls. A thousand thoughts ran through my head. It could not be real. It just could not be real. She was a woman, not a man. She had breasts. She looked like a woman. Then it hit me. How could I be so stupid? Suddenly Mistress Hilda smacked me on the top of my head. "Well? What do you have to say?" I could not think of anything to say. I looked up at Mary, or who ever she was, or he was. She had a wild smile on her face. "Pull my panties down Denny. Pull them down so you can serve me." I just froze. I did not know what to do. I didn't want to serve a cock. I wanted to serve a woman. I was not prepared for this. I had fantasized about it a few times, but never really thought I would actually do it. I had wondered what a cock would taste like, what it would feel like to have a pair of balls in my mouth. But, it was only a fantasy. I was not gay. My thoughts were quickly interrupted when Mistress Hilda smacked me again, this time harder. "Do it Denny. I told you not to hesitate. Now do it!" She was right. I had to do it. I raised my hands and slipped my fingers into the waste band of her panties, and slowly pulled them down to her feet. I pulled them away as she steeped out of them. Then I rose up, knowing what I must do. I guess the excitement was starting to get to Miss Mary, and her cock was already getting hard as I stood up again on my knees. "Feel it Denny. Feel it. Feel my cock."

My face burned with shame as I raised my hand to touch it. She was fully shaved, and her skin was baby soft. I had never touched another man's cock before, and my heart pounded as I felt it. Within a few seconds her cock began to swell, and I could now smell that same musty scent that I had noticed before. I remember thinking, 'so this is what a man smells like to a woman.' I don't know why I thought it that way, other than maybe I was thinking of myself as a woman at that moment. "My balls Denny. Feel my balls." Without hesitation I used my left hand to cup her balls. For some reason if felt natural. I don't know why. I would have felt sick had it been a man standing before me. Doing it to a woman in front of another woman seemed to make it right. I suddenly felt a little more comfortable. I gently massaged her balls as her cock continued to grow in my hand. Mary began to moan. I was afraid to look up, so I just continued to stroke her cock and balls. As her moaning became louder and deeper, I noticed a drop of precum forming on her piss slit. Anxiety crept through me again as I realized what they might make me do.

Mistress Hilda stood right behind me. "Do a good job slut, if you know what's good for you." I turned my head slightly and looked out of the corner of my eyes. Mistress Hilda had a whip in her hand. I looked back at the erect cock, only inches from my face. I did not want another whipping from Mistress Hilda. "Oh yes Mary. Look! Look at your cock. See the excitement oozing from your cock!" Miss Mary looked down. "Don't stop Denny. That feels so good." Mistress Hilda reached forward and began massaging Mary's breasts. Soon she was moaning again. "Lick it off Denny. Lick that cum off!" I felt a sudden rush of tension. I knew she would make me do it. I leaned forward and opened my mouth. By this time the clear fluid leaking from her cock was ready to run down the underside of her cock head. "Get it! Don't you dare let that go to waste!" Mistress Hilda let the whip fall across my shoulder. I quickly pushed my tongue against the underside of Mary's cock head and licked off the discharge. I pulled it into my mouth. It had a slightly sweet taste, like mine has, but the shame of what I had done shot through my body. It felt like a bad dream. I had just done the most shameful thing I could think of, and it was far from over.

I continued to massage Mary's cock and balls. For the next few minutes her moans of joy were the only sound in the room. I nervously awaited her climax, knowing that it would most likely be in my mouth. "Now I want you to suck it. Suck it Denny. Suck it until I cum." I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, moving forward until her cock was in my mouth. I instinctively used my tongue to massage the sensitive underside of her cock. The flavor of her oozing precum excited my tastebuds. Mistress Hilda continued to massage her breasts. "How long has it been Mary. When did you cum last?" Mary's breathing had become labored and here voice was strong. "A week. Its been a week. Oh God!!!!!!! Oh God, I need this cum!" She grabbed my head and began fucking my mouth. "My balls! Touch them! Feel them!" I put both hands between her legs and began massaging her balls. "Oh my God!!! Oh my God that's it!!! I am going to cum!" She moaned loudly and grasp my head. She stopped fucking me and instantly I felt a large spurt from the end of her cock head, and my mouth was filled with her cum. The strange flavor invaded my taste buds and my nostrils filled with the scent of her cum. Quickly afterwards, she shot another load, and it to hit the back of my mouth. I could not help but swallow some of it. Then a third shot and my mouth was so full of her cum that some of it leaked from my lips. I could feel it on my chin. I had read that everyone's cum taste a little different, and this was very different from mine. It was not revolting like I thought it might be. Yet I thought would gag. Fortunately, I got it down without incident. The shame and humiliation of the entire act was now weighing heavily on my mind. I remember thinking about how I must look to them. I hated it. I was a disgusting cocksucker. I was like a cheap whore, on my knees in a whorehouse, sucking cocks. I waited in shame to see what she would do next.

She just stood there holding my head to her crotch. I could feel her tighten her balls to force out any remaining cum. Each drop was deposited on my tongue, still in place against the underside of Mary's cock. Finally she pulled away from me and looked down at her cock, not erect, but still swollen. Mistress Hilda leaned down and talked into my ear. "Get the rest of it out Denny. You know how to do it." I felt another bolt of shame shoot through my body. I knew what she wanted be to do. She wanted me wrap my finger around her cock and pull it forward, to milk the remaining cum from her cock. That was even more disgusting than what I had just done. My face burned with shame. Yet, for some reason, I did not even hesitate. I milked her several times; each time I licked the oozing cum from her cock head. Each time the taste of her cum became a little more tolerable. There seemed to be no end to the amount of seed in her balls. A great change swept though me as I pulled on her cock and licked off the droplets of cum. It was not disgusting like it had been earlier. It was smoother. The rich creamy taste filled my senses I hated my self for liking it. Did I really like it, or was it because she wanted be to like it. I was so confused.

To be continued in Chapter 9