Conquered

Chapter 5

“Let me take care of that”, she cooed as she unhooked my bra and slid my panties down my legs. I was still handcuffed behind my back but that didn’t look to change anytime soon. “Come on over her, allow me to entreat you, dear.” I was still furious at my Master, but submitting to Melissa was submitting to Her, so I consented to her guidance. She sat down on my bed and slipped off her panties, spread her legs, rolled up her skirt and beckoned me towards herself. I knew what was required and went down on her, not particularly enjoying it. I licked for only a couple of minutes before she stopped me. She pushed me aside. “Wait, wait for me” she said. She laid my naked body flat on the bed, laying on my back (and, quite painfully, on my hands as well). She jerked my penis a few times to make sure it was hard enough, and then straddled me and started doing the cowgirl to me. I was helpless against her advances and came within a few minutes of her attack. That didn’t satisfy her, and she kept coming after me until she climaxed too. She pulled herself off of my cock and sat down right on top of my face. “Lick me clean and see if you can’t make me come again,” she asked. It was one of the most disgusting tastes of my life. Even my Master had never forced me to eat Her out after I had come inside of Her. I tried to give Melissa an orgasm while I licked her clean but utterly failed. I couldn’t summon up any desire to give my all for her. She finally sat up, dug her fingernails into my penis and walked off, leaving me there to deal with both the sudden pain to my crotch and the handcuffs that were trapping my hands behind my back… still. I couldn’t figure out what to do, exactly, so I wandered on out of the room and went downstairs to where I could hear my Master and her granddaughter talking.

I knew I was in trouble when I heard the deathly somber tone of their voices. Jennifer motioned to me as She saw me enter the kitchen where She and her grandchild were sitting. I sat down as indicated. Jennifer did not waste any time. “Jake, I am sure you are aware that you are my property for life, are you not?” “Yes, Master”, I answered with my head bowed, giving my stock response, “I am Your property for life.” She continued, “You may not have realized it, but Melissa here is the heir to my property. When I pass into the afterlife, she will inherit everything… including you. Look closely, for you will pass on to her after I am gone—though not a moment before!” She added with a sharp look at Melissa. That look killed me. She was sentencing me to slavery till the day I died and Her only concern was that Melissa not usurp Her position too early? Really? Did I matter that little to Her already? “Given your status as her eventual property, isn’t it true that you should obey her completely?” “Yes, Master.” “Answer me this,” She barked. “Did you or did you not violate a direct order to make her come all over your face?” I paused, but then decided that arguing over whether or not it was a “direct order” was probably not worth it. “I did, Master.” Her face showed nothing but anger now. She arose stormed off to the garage, and returned bearing a shovel. Not a whip, or a wooden spoon, but a full-fledged shovel to beat me with. I was going to be lucky to still be alive at the end of this. “Disobedience must always be punished, bitch!” SMASH! Her first shot hit me right at the stomach and knocked my chair over with me still on it. I crashed and hit the ground painfully since I couldn’t break my fall with those handcuffed hands. She picked up the shovel and walked over to me, fury still showing all over her face and body. I started to cry and whimper and saw with dread the shovel rising up again as my Master prepared a second hit, this one appearing to head for my face. “Stop!” Melissa cried in my defense. “Don’t hurt him any more!” Jennifer stopped, turned and barked, “Do you have a better idea to punish the worm?” Melissa just looked nervous, and as her Grandmother turned towards me again, suddenly said, “Yes, yes I do have a plan!” Without another word spoken within my earshot, the two of them walked off as I lay there on the kitchen floor trying to remember what on earth I was doing to myself.

Chapter 6

Oh, I was still meant to be punished. Oh dear, I was indeed. My private punishments were over. From now on my embarrassments were to be made much more public. Certainly, it would only be in front of those whom my Master trusted… but in a town the size of Tuscaloosa—80,000 or so—there would only be so many “trusted” friends before Jennifer would find someone, whether by accident or on purpose, that would know me from the university or somehow through some other way. Fortunately, I was from Ohio, so my own family wasn’t going to find out. Hopefully.

The punishment Melissa thought up for me was simple. Jennifer would treat her friends to a tea party, and I would serve them. Naked. What’s more, I would be at their utter mercy. “One exception”, my Master reminded me multiple times. “I control your cock, and nobody—not even Melissa—is allowed to use it.” (I didn’t know if I should tell Her or not that Melissa and I had already had “normal” sex… but given my Master’s temper I opted for discretion.) Still, due to some scheduling conflicts Jennifer would not be hosting the party for over a month, in the middle of November. As seminal a moment as that party was, I suppose I should still stop this narrative for a moment to mention a few things about what my life looked like at that point.

Melissa was not a part of my daily life at that time, since she was still in high school and heavily involved with after school activities (activities, having a life… I was forgetting what that was like). Still, she occasionally would stop by and I would enjoy our time together. She was wonderfully attractive, in sharp and glorious contrast to her Grandmother. We would screw like rabbits, and I would gleefully lick her clean afterwards, by now the sour taste of my own cum barely registering compared to my bliss at seeing her cute 18-year-old pussy up close and personal again. Still, her control over me was strict inside the bedroom and outside of it we had no friendship at all. The few times the three of us went out to dinner as a group, I was basically ignored and mistreated. I sometimes felt like she was just acting that way to get Jennifer’s approval. The tension between the two of them was hard to read. I couldn’t always get a hold of her feelings towards me or towards my Grandmother. She was always respectful to Her but never submissive. I wondered about her mother, Gina, who was Jennifer’s daughter but was never brought up in family conversations. I wondered also about the men in their family. Brad, my Master’s late husband, died in the war—I wondered what he had been forced to endure back home. James, their only son, lived in New Hampshire selling cars. Melissa’s father Rick was dead, that much I knew, but the way they said “dead” made me wonder if he was still alive, maybe only dead to the outside world and being held captive even more harshly than I. Her brother Dan was fourteen and I had heard little to nothing about him. With all I had to do from day to day, I had little time to ask personal questions of my Owner.

In a normal day, I would get up an hour before She expected me, and immediately get to work on my course work. At 8:00 every morning, She demanded a sort of breakfast in bed… only I was the one who was getting fed, if you know what I mean. I would enter Her room wearing nothing but my collar, my chastity belt, and typically a lacy white bra, though the fabric varied. That was all that I was permitted to sleep in or wear in between Her last orgasm of the night and Her first of the morning. I would slip into Her bedroom unnoticed, and begin to plant kisses up and down Her thighs. She always wore a long pale green negligee to bed, and despised wearing underwear when She slept. I was fine with that; it made my job much easier. After beginning to sense movement in Her body, I would begin to gently tease at Her outer lips, trying to coax Her little jewel out. I would then, especially if She didn’t seem to be fully awake yet, abandon caution and start licking and sucking more intensely. Usually, I got to taste my first bittersweet “reward” without hearing a single word from Her. If that was the case, I was obliged to continue to eat Her out and seek a more intense orgasm, one that would make Her moan out loud. If She was still not satisfied, She would refuse to release Her slave to his duties. I would then, in some real shame, begin to lick and suck on Her toes and feet, and finally beg for forgiveness for failing to excite Her. When She was finally satisfied, She would speak softly, “Come and be released for your day, slave.” I would crawl forward and straddle Her stomach. She would smile at me. That was always Her cue for me to begin begging her verbally for release. “Please, Master, if I may, I would like to continue to serve you by going to class today. Please release me from this bond so that I may do Your bidding at school.” She would then take the key to my lock from Her necklace and release my collar and chastity belt. I would then get on the floor next to her bed on my hands and knees. She would undo my bra straps with Her toes (She was quite the expert when it came to humiliating me with Her feet) and then use my naked back as a stepping stone to exit Her bed, saying as She stepped off of me, “You are permitted to leave.” “Thank you, kind Master” I would always reply. She would usually shower immediately after that, forcing me to go without. I would use soap and water in a marginally successful effort to clean my face off before I ran to get “male” clothing on. I didn’t typically wear panties of any sort underneath my clothes, nor a bra, and I genuinely enjoyed my time at school. I didn’t get much opportunity to hang out with friends, as I had to do almost all of my homework at the library in between classes. It was a rare luxury to have time to masturbate in a bathroom on campus, so I typically didn’t get to have any orgasms except for those Jennifer forced me to have while She was with me. When I returned home, I immediately dropped my clothes into a safe which I did not know the combination for, latched on my collar and put on whatever clothing my Master had decided I was to wear for that day (which she let me know by hanging it out in the hallway, in full sight of anyone who would enter the house throughout the morning.

I should mention that at the time, Her habit of doing that was ridiculously embarrassing to me (I feared the off chance that She might have company and explain to them the purpose of the clothing). When I foolishly told that to Her one evening while we were having dinner, She laughed and reminded me of my impending date with humiliation at the party. “Trust me, dear, you don’t even know what being embarrassed looks like,” She advised. Her consolation was not particularly soothing. After that day, She occasionally hung up my chastity belt in addition to the clothing, forcing me to wear it, too—not only wear it, but put that dumb thing on myself! The week before the party, I wore the belt 24 hours a day, only getting released for Her and I to have the usual sort of sex (I’ve always hated the word “coital”). Jennifer was a brilliant Master and Owner; she knew that I needed sex to show myself that I was a man still. We often would have it in some way that somehow humiliated me (such as the time She enlisted Melissa into seating her ass onto my face while Jennifer did me cowgirl style), but often She would just take Her clothes off, ask me to take off mine, lay on the bed, and order me to come at Her however I wanted. The only barrier was between my penis and Her ass and mouth; I was never allowed the privilege of entering those sacred domains with my member. The sex was still very good though…

Anyway, during my daily routine, upon getting dressed I would begin my chores for the evening. Dusting, vacuuming, washing windows, mowing the lawn, cleaning the bathrooms and kitchen, laundry, making Her bed, preparing Her dinner (usually I would eat something different, though typically not anything like dog food; it was more like Mac & Cheese for me while she got to savor filet mignon), and anything else She required. She would let me wear one of Her t-shirts and my old work shorts over my lingerie while I was working outside, but that was the extent of her mercy on the chores. Any work left undone by the time She demanded would be fully paid to me in the worst way: with the whip She adored and named “The Killer”. Five lashes and the marks would remain clear for a full day. Fifteen and people outside would hear my screams. (We knew because Jennifer kept Melissa waiting outside one day while she was finishing my punishment.) Jennifer would demand things from me constantly during the evening; suffice it to say that Her bush was kept fastidiously well-watered by Her own juices during my time with Her. Her mandate was that I could sleep two hours for each orgasm I provided her throughout the day, up to a full eight-hour night of rest. If I ever did not get her four orgasms a day, I would spend the lost two hours (or, in the worst case I ever had to deal with, four hours) getting raped and taken from behind by Her strap-on. I had a strictly enforced lights-out policy of 10:00, which would give me only seven hours since I had to get homework done. Oh well, the price of being a slave.