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“Slave? If you are still serious about serving
me then get up and follow me.”
She walked out of the room and I gingerly
stood and walked after her. She was
wearing tight jeans which showed off the sway of her hips as she walked and I
longed to touch, hold and caress her ass.
She stopped outside the bathroom and told me to go in, to clean myself
up and leave the bathroom spotless.
I went in and showered, then cleaned the shower, basin, toilet bowl and seat, remembering to leave it down. I was hot and sweaty after cleaning and wished I had cleaned before showering, so I wiped myself down with a flannel and dried myself on a towel before leaving and reporting to Ma’am.
She was sitting in the lounge waiting for
me and ordered me to get her a coffee and biscuit and the same for her flatmate
who was watching TV.
I made the coffee and served it to
them. It was really strange doing it all
naked. My feet were cold on the floor
and wandering around with my willy and balls dangling in front of two women was
most strange and arousing.
I blushed as I served the coffee while my cock started to rise.
They both took their drink and the plate of biscuits without a word as I stood at the side waiting for my next command. I did not have to wait long.
“Lie
at my feet and suck them.”
I obeyed, lying prostrate, hiding my semi stiff cock by squashing it under my body. I lifted my head and opened my mouth to take Ma’am’s toes in. I licked and sucked them, moving my tongue between them. She tasted sweet, slightly perfumed.
After 10 mins of sucking, licking and
kissing her foot, my neck was really aching and my mouth and tongue were
finding it difficult to keep going.
“Now the other foot slave.” she stated,
knowing full well that I would obey her.
She crossed her legs the other way and raised
her foot into the air for me to apply my mouth, lips and tongue. By this time my neck and back muscles ached
and my mouth was very tired, being unused to this.
“Keep going slave, don’t slack!” she ordered.
I strained hard to maintain my devotion to her foot.
After 5 more minutes she quietly said, “Get
my fags and lighter from my room, and position
yourself as my ash tray.”
I stood, delighted that I could change my
position and relieve the strain on my back muscles, then brought her fags and lighter to her.
I knelt at her side, offered them to her and tipped my head back,
opening my mouth to serve as her ashtray.
She quietly sat there, smoking, blowing the smoke in my direction and occasionally tapping the ash into my mouth. The smoke was vile and stung my nostrils and eyes and the ash was harsh to taste and swallow. My neck was soon aching again, but this time, my knees and ankles where feeling the strain from sitting on them. I ached for the fag to be finished.
At last, she stubbed the fag out; unfortunately, it
was on my tongue. It burnt as my tongue
was dry from being covered in ash and open to the air. Without any apparent consideration for my
discomfort, she told me to swallow her stub and to buy food and prepare a light lunch for the two of them.
“There is a pair of Lycra running shorts
and a pale green, v-neck t-shirt in my dirty laundry basket you are to wear,
and you can use your own money slave.”
I went to her room to find her clothes with some trepidation; she was far from my size! The shorts were black but with a pink triangular stripe on each outer thigh and I managed, with much puffing and panting, to pull them up over my thighs and bottom. My cock and balls were clearly bulging at the front and they were so squashed they were beginning to ache.
The green t-shirt was much worse; the
effeminate colour and design were going to attract undue attention and was
definitely going to be a tight fit. I
was right. I only just managed to get it
over my head and shoulders and I must have been near to tearing it. It did not reach my shorts and my slightly
proud belly showed through the gap. If
that was not bad enough, my firm nipples stood out prominently for all to
see. There was also an unpleasant odour
of perspiration; she had obviously worked out in these from the dried stains
under the arms and around the crotch. I
smelt and looked weird; I dreaded going outside like this. I wondered about putting on shoes but assumed
that I was to go barefoot, so I returned to Ma’am with my wallet to obtain a
door key before going to the shops.
“You don’t need a key to get back in; just
ring the bell, but I want you topless before you ring the bell slave.”
The other fact I failed to mention was that this was Feb in London, and we were daily waking up to frost covered mornings. I was going to be cold!
This was the hardest order I had to
follow. The public attention and
humiliation was so hard to bear. The
only compensation was that I was not on my home territory.
The first touch of my feet on the pavement
was chilling in more than one way. I
resolutely walked to the local shop and single-mindedly searched for ‘light
lunch’ food. Standing in the queue to
pay at the desk was hell. I kept my eyes
on the woman in front of me and tried to ignore all the people who stopped and
stared at me. I sensed the double-take
that most people seemed to make when they came close and noticed me. I was constantly blushing and dying on the
spot! After paying for the food I left
the shop bright red and walked speedily home.
Remembering to remove the t-shirt I stood at the door and rang the bell. People were walking by the house and I could hear gasps, whispers and giggles. I was sure my whole body was bright red and not just from the cold. My nipples were standing out firm as rocks and my cock was aching from trying to grow but only succeeded in squashing my aching balls even more. It was a full 300 secs that I had to wait before the door was opened and I was let in.
“Strip immediately upon entering this house
in future slave.”
I did so and my cock sprang out into full
conspicuous view.
“I see you enjoyed shopping for me slave.”
I was so cold, horny, embarrassed and in love with Ma’am that I ached deep inside to be satisfied, but accepted that I could not be. I had lunch to prepare.
I prepared and served it naked, getting
more used to being around two females.
They hardly paid attention to me.
I serve the meal on the table and stood quietly at the side waiting for
orders. Ma’am and her flatmate, Toni,
threw scraps of food on the wooden floor and told me I could eat that when they
had gone. I was made to kneel and eat of
the floor. It was so humiliating to eat
in the position with my ass on display, slobbering with my mouth to pick up the
food.
After lunch they decided to go for a walk in the local park and told me to come too. The fresh air would do me good and I needed the exercise apparently. They dressed in warm jumpers, jeans and anoraks; I wore my shorts and t-shirt bare-footed. I was told to walk 2 paces behind them and we went first to the local parade of shops and into a pet shop. Ma’am looked at the dog collars and chose a pretty pink dog collar, a normal black one, a larger wider one with studs, a chain leash and a longer leash that automatically rewinds itself. I was told to wear the pink collar to the counter and was given the money to purchase everything. I was led out of the shop on my leash. I have never been so embarrassed. Everyone was looking and staring in disbelief.
We crossed the road and entered the park where I was let off the leash, only to be put on the retractable leash. Toni brought a ball from her pocket and smiled at me as she threw it and told me to fetch. I ran after it and brought it back and handed it to her.
Out of the blue, she slapped me across the face and left my head ringing and sneered, “Dogs don’t have hands.” and threw the ball again. Again I ran after it but this time knelt down and picked the ball up in my mouth and brought it back and laid it at her feet, kneeling again to do so. “Good doggie.” she said as she patted my head.
This went on for 30 mins and I was getting frozen, dirty, humiliated and wishing I had not given myself to my Ma’am as a slave. This is not what I had in mind; I wanted to tending to my Ma’am’s physical needs; not being made a fool of in public. But worse was still to come. Ma’am picked up a 2ft, muddy stick and threw it. Not only did she throw it but she threw it into the pond where it floated 10ft from the edge. I just knew what was coming next.
“Fetch!” I could not believe she could be so cruel. Why was she being so mean to me? Was she testing me? I knew I had to prove my devotion to her so I immediately went towards the stick, hardly pausing as I came to the pond and walked straight in and picked the stick up in my mouth. I returned the stick to her and she patted my head. I was being stripped of all dignity; I was resigned to just doing as I was told and was beginning to forget that other people were there watching and sniggering.
“Time to go home.” Ma’am said and yanked me by my leash and led me home.
I stripped by the front door and followed them upstairs.
“I think I will have a bath slave. Come and wash me.” At last I was going to have what I had so longed for. To serve my Ma’am, to see and feel her body. She had been testing me and now she was going to reward me.
She had always dressed modestly so I had no real idea of her size but I had estimated that she was 5ft 5”, probably a B cup, was not sure how firm they were because they did not seem to stand out as much when it looked like she was not wearing a bra. Sometimes she seemed to have much more of a cleavage, which I guessed was from a push-up or padded bra. At last I was going to find out. Her back was slim in comparison to her hips which were full and rounded and her thighs were gently curved, filling out to join her hips. At the thought of her body, I immediately became aroused and my cock was as hard as ever.
“Come and undress me slave.” I had not imagined it possible but my cock became even harder and started to throb. I walked into her bedroom but was handed an eye mask and told to put it on. I was devastated!!!
Time dragged as I put the mask on and was plunged into darkness.
“Undress me slave.” My emotions were all over the place as I reach out to remove her jumper.
“She is a bitch – she is deliberately doing this to torment me. She is so mean. I wish I had never done this. She must change; she must let me see her. I hate her.”
I started to unbutton the blouse. “At least I will be able to wash her; maybe it won’t be so bad after all.” I knelt to remove her trainers and socks, assuming that she still had a bra on. I undid her belt, unbuttoned the jeans and lowered the zip. As I pulled the jeans down she put her hand on my head to steady herself and I had the most lovely whiff of her warm, perfumed sex. I was in heaven. I was glad to be her slave again. I stood up to remove the bra and then lowered her panties.
“Go and run my bath and put the bath mitts on slave. I will be in shortly.” “AAAGHHHHHH!!!! I HATE HER!!!!!!! There was no way I was going to feel her with bath mitts. BITCH!!!!!!”
I made my way to the bathroom, found the taps and run the bath, testing the water as it filled. I found the bath mitts (I had to peep from under the mask) and put them on and stood at the head of the bath testing the depth and temperature. A few minutes later she entered.
“Put out your hand.” I did so wondering what was going to happen. She took it and stepped into the bath and I heard her lie down. “Turn the taps off slave. You have done well; this is just the right temperature.”
She lay there while I stood and listened. Time passed and my once hard cock slowly shrivelled. I did not want her to be lying there looking at my tiny cock. When hard it was a good 6”, nothing to boast about but adequate, but soft it almost disappeared, maybe 2” at best.
“Now wash me all over slave. Here’s the soap.” I felt her push the soap against my mitt. I took it and started to wash her from her feet up.
Each foot, calf, knee and thigh first; then her pussy, stomach, breasts. It was at this point that I was rock hard again. She could not have failed to have noticed. I could feel her breasts and could sense that they did in deed sag a little, they were not as firm as I would have hope but I still could not avoid being excited by their feel. Then I washed her arms and back; lastly I gently washed her face.
“Turn away, remove your mask and mitts slave and hold up the bath towel for me.” At least I was going to have a treat. My cock jerked at the thought. I found the towel and stood with it held open. As I heard the sound of her standing up I turned round to wrap her in it.”
“Wham!” Sparks flew and my head was ringing. She had slapped my face hard!
“That’s for daring to have your eyes open slave. How dare you try to gaze upon my body!”
I immediately apologised, “Sorry Ma’am, please forgive me.”
“Never ask for forgiveness slave. If you feel you must, then ask for punishment. Now hold that robe up for me slave.”
I closed my eyes and held the robe open for her.
“Please punish me for being so presumptuous and disrespectful Ma’am.” However I did not mind, I had very briefly seen her naked top. She was lovely; her slightly flagging breasts did not droop unduly and were in the shape of a gentle mound, rising with dark, pert nipples prominently protruding. Oh how I longed to kiss them and press them between my lips. My cock was saluting her beauty.
“Know that I was going to allow you to dry my body with your eyes open but you blew it. Now go home slave. That is your punishment.”
“Please Ma’am, don’t send me home.”
“How dare you argue slave!” were the words I heard immediately before she slapped my face again and send me reeling.
I walked out of the bathroom deflated, fetched my clothes and dressed in the hall before going home depressed. Frustrated that I had been hard for hours and I was now as horny as hell. Frustrated that I had missed out on seeing her body. Annoyed with myself for upsetting her. I arrived home and switched on the television to block out the misery.
At 2am I was awoken by the telephone.
“Come and pick me up on the corner of King’s Parade, just outside the Standish Club. Now slave! If I am not there then keep driving round the block.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Wear your shortest running shorts and running vest slave. Nothing else.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
I quickly changed looked at myself in the mirror. The shorts were short, tight and nearly see through because they were so old and the material was very thin. The running vest had large arm holes and exposed the sides of my chest. I looked not at all bad however I would look stupid driving a car in central London at 2am. I blushed at the thought.
Driving through the streets was so scary; at every junction I hoped nobody would see me. Driving barefoot was strange and I remember hearing that it was also illegal. I hoped that I would not be stopped.
I arrived at the corner but did not see Ma’am and began what resulted in 2 hours of driving round and round the block. I lost count of how many people stared at me and again I began to not notice them. My humiliation was destroying any pride I had left. I was becoming Ma’am’s slave in identity.
I pulled up in front of her and she stood by the back door. Eventually it dawned on me that she was waiting for me to open the door for her. I thought of reaching over and opening it from the inside and therefore saving myself any further embarrassment but I quickly realised that she would like to be treated like a lady. I got out of my door, walked round the car with dignity and opened the rear door for her. Only it she was not alone. She was with a young man. Younger than me, richer than me, more handsome than me. I was jealous.
“How could she do this to me?”
I waited until they were in the car and closed the door.
“Back to my place slave.”
I drove and tried to concentrate on the road, yet I was quietly seething underneath. This was not how it was meant to happen. I loved Ma’am; she was meant to have me as her slave. She did not need anyone else. What more could I give her; I had given her everything. I had nothing else to give.
I parked outside her front door and opened both their doors. She gave me her house keys and I unlocked the front door, holding it open for them.
“Go to my room and sleep at the foot of my bed with the eye mask on slave.”
I took one step and she said, “Forgetting something slave?”
“Not that I know of Ma’am.”
“What are you to do when you enter my home, slave?”
“Strip naked Ma’am, but you have a guest Ma’am.”
“If I did not want you naked, slave, I would have said so. Now you will be punished for not obeying me and for back chat. Have you anything else to say, slave?”
“No Ma’am.”
I stripped naked and again was embarrassed to feel my cock rise. I walked into her bedroom behind her, located the mask, and lay down at the foot of her bed blind, but not deaf.
I heard her remove every piece of clothing; I heard her get into bed; I heard her breathing speed up; I heard the bed creak; I heard too much. I heard her with him! My hand went to my cock and I so wanted to cum; anything to relieve the pain in my heart and take my mind of her being fucked.
“Come here on your knees slave.”
I went to the side of her bed and bumped into her hot, soft leg.
Remove your mask slave. I did so making sure my eyes were closed.
“Open your eyes and lick me clean slave.”
I could not believe it. At last I was going to see her pussy. I could not believe it. She was going to make me suck her cum leaking pussy clean. I nearly threw up at the thought of it. I was stunned.
“Now slave.” she whispered.
“Yes Ma’am.” I leaned forward towards her black, haired pussy with white cum dripping from her lips. I nearly puked at the smell of his cum but loved the subtle odour of her pussy juice. It was an intolerable combination of irresistible, heavenly juice and repugnant, white gloop. I took in the black short trimmed hair on her mound leading down to the open, hairless, pink lips splitting her groin in two. I plucked up courage and stuck my tongue out and caught the gloop dripping from her pussy and took it into my mouth.
“Good slave clean me up good and swallow it all. Suck me clean slave.”
Encourage by her praise I licked the outside of her pussy with a combination of disgust and deep desire to please her. Eventually her pussy lips were clean of the cum. I now had to suck deep. I pressed my lips to her full outer lips and sucked hard taking more juice into my mouth. I tasted of cum and I nearly puked at the thought of swallowing it – I braced myself and did. I then took her inner lips in my mouth and sucked with the occasional foray with my tongue into her pussy. More and more I pushed my tongue deep into her puss and sucked her clean. Eventually there was no more juice and she was clean.
“I have finished Ma’am.”
“Good slave, now go and clean Steve.”
! could not believe my ears. I was not gay. I was not bi. I was not going to be anybody’s fag. I was going to please my Mistress. I walked round to the other side of the bed and lowered my open mouth onto his semi-erect dick. I took it easily into my mouth and sucked it clean, pulling his foreskin back with my hand. He started to grow in my mouth and I gagged as he touched my throat.
“You had better finish quick before he comes again slave.” she smirked.
“Do you wish to cum slave?”
“Yes please Ma’am.”
“Well you may slave but your punishment for your behaviour is that you lie on your back with your legs over your head and cum in your mouth and swallow it. You will then sleep with your arms tied behind your knees to keep you doubled over. If you refuse my permission to cum then I will let you off the punishments. Do you still want to cum slave?”
There was no way I was going to refuse. I was aching to cum and would have accepted anything to do so.
“Yes please Ma’am; I choose to cum and be punished for my behaviour Ma’am.”
“Begin.”
I lay down on my back, raised my legs over my head and started to wank. I pointed my cock at my mouth and tried to make it last but within a minute I was ready to cum and no matter how slowly I rubbed my cock I was going to cum. It shot out of my hole and hit my mouth. It was warm and salty and vile.
“Swallow it slave.” I did so and nearly puked.
“Stay in that position.” She walked towards me and I saw her fully naked for the first time and so wanted to touch her, to caress her and make love to her. She knelt by me and placed my arms around my legs and taped them into position. Next she taped my calves to the back of my neck. There was no way I was getting out of that position. It was hard to breathe all squashed up like that. She rolled me over and said, “Good night slave. Sleep well.”
Eventually I did drift off to sleep but kept waking, thinking of her being fucked! Fuck it!!! That was meant to have been me in her bed. I was torn between hating her and loving her. I’d do anything for her.
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