A slave's road....Part 1
Hi. Let me introduce myself. I'm a 38 year old attractive, sane, normal,
middle class man who happens to be a sexual submissive. I can tell you all
the crap about always having submissive fantasies for as long as I remember,
but I won't bore you with that. I accepted my sexuality a long time ago. I
have been with a few women who played, and even fewer who enjoyed the
dominant role, but it always seemed there was something missing. Even my ex
wife enjoyed being waited on hand and foot, but didn't want a permanent
slave. I had relegated the idea of finding my dream dom to strictly fantasy.
And that was all right, after all, I was the one with the different
sexuality. Then, just when I thought my life was in a comfortable,
predictable pattern, everything changed.
It all started a little over two years ago. I was reading some female
domination material on a Thursday night. It was your usual stuff, mostly
articles written by professional Mistresses. As usual I was in that
delicious horny state where I had no limits to my servitude. I started
reading a story about a wife who was training her husband to submit to her
every whim. She had him to the point where he was not only serving her
sexually, but was also doing all the housework, laundry, and even being
loaned out on Saturdays to clean her girlfriend's apartment. It was a
scenario I had read many times before, but it was still making me horny. As
the story continued, the husband became more and more submissive to her
needs. Then came the part that planted a fertile seed in my subconscious.
She told her husband this particular Saturday night she was going out with a
friend, and she expected him to be kneeling at the front door when she got
home, no matter how late. She told him he was to be wearing only pink
panties and an apron. Several hours later when she arrived home, he was
dutifully kneeling at the door. She walked in handing her husband her coat.
As hubby went to hang up her coat, she said to him "might as well wait
honey, my friend will be here any second". I was thinking she brought back
her girlfriend. A minute later the doorbell rang, and hubby was ordered to
answer it. When he opened the door, a man was standing on the porch. Hubby
froze in his tracks obviously thinking (like me) it was going to be a woman.
The wife came to the door yelling at her slave "are you just going to stand
there and stare? Let Nick in!" Nick walked right past hubby and the two
started making out right in the forum. For some reason my dick grew about
two inches. As the wife and Nick started for the living room, she looked at
hubby and told him to bring her and Nick a glass of Chablis each. When
hubby, still in shock, returned with the wine, the two lovebirds were on the
sofa. The wife had Nick's dick in her hand, lovingly stroking it. As hubby
started to come out of his shock he asked what was going on. His wife simply
stated that he was nothing more than her slave now. She said she still
needed to feel like a real woman, something he could not do any more. She
gave him the ultimatum right there; obey her totally or leave for good.
Hubby broke down crying on the spot begging her not to leave him, saying he
would do anything she desired. About this time my dick was actually
throbbing. The wife smiled wickedly at her husband's response. She turned to
Nick and said "Did you hear that Nick, our slave says he will do anything
for us." For some reason, by her using the word "our" and "us" made my dick
go into a twitching spasm. I had never had gay feelings in my life. I was
confused, but never hornier. She then told hubby to start undressing both of
them, starting with her. As hubby removed her heels, she put her nylon toes
on his mouth, looked him straight in the eye and said "Nick and I have been
lovers for months. He is moving in tomorrow. You will be responsible for
both of our needs, and I mean both! I expect total obedience from you when
Nick orders you to do something; no matter what it is. Am I understood?" The
only response was a sobbing "Yes Mistress". The wife, moving her foot to her
hubby's crotch, viciously slapped his face. "Yes Mistress and what slave?"
Hubby, not able to make eye contact, whimpered "Yes Mistress and Master". At
this point in the story, without even touching myself, I exploded into an
unbelievable orgasm.
TGIF. One more day before the weekend. It was late June in Indianapolis and
the weather was beautiful. This is the best time of year in Indiana. The
highs are in the eighty's, and it dips down into the sixty's at night. The
story I had read last night was still playing over in my head. After last
night's orgasm, I slept like a baby. Tonight I was going fishing for the
weekend with my friend Tom. Tom and I have been best friends since high
school. We had been through a lot together. Tom married his high school
sweetheart, Sheila. She was a freshman when Tom and I were juniors. I
actually introduced them to each other. I should have kept her for myself.
What a woman. Not only was she beautiful and intelligent, she was a genuine
person. Tom and her gave me a lot of support when I went through my divorce
after seven years of marriage. I could tell these two people anything. Well,
almost anything. One thing I always kept from them was my subservient
sexuality. Not that they wouldn't be understanding, I just didn't think it
had any bearing on our friendship. Besides, Tom was always making comments
on how he loved her to suck his cock, or fuck her in their boat, or make it
in public. It seemed they had a very active and healthy sexual relationship,
but just not my type of sex.
After a long day at work I came home, showered, and got ready for the trip.
Tom picked me up about six. I was surprised to see Sheila with him.
Originally it was just Tom and myself going, but Sheila's weekend plans fell
through at the last minute. She had planned to go shopping with two of her
friends in Chicago. No big deal. They had a 20 foot Ranger bass boat, a full
size Ford van, and a tent that slept six. Plus Sheila loved to fish also. It
was a three hour drive to the lake, so we stopped and got a case of Mich.
light and put it on ice. Once we were outside of the city, I reached for the
beer and passed it around. Man! That cold beer tasted good. It had been a
tough week at work, and I was ready for some fun. Tom was driving, Sheila
was in the front passenger seat, and I was sitting behind Tom. All of our
seats were the swivel captain's type that are so popular in the vans now.
Tom and Sheila were a striking couple. They had both kept themselves in
great shape. Sheila was 5'8", 135 lbs., strawberry blonde hair, green eyes,
and the most beautiful pair of legs you could imagine. Her breast weren't
huge, but proportionate to her body. Ah, and her face was uniquely sexy, a
little wide, high cheekbones, dimples, flawless skin, slightly oversized
mouth and lips, and a winning smile. Every year she became more beautiful.
Tom was 6'1", 190, black hair and blue eyes. He had olive smooth skin, and
not a lot of body hair. He had broad shoulders and defined muscles. He was a
handsome man.
They had found out early in their marriage that Sheila could not have
children. Although it was a tough blow to them, they soon recouped and
realized that a childless marriage had it's advantages too. They were always
busy fishing, traveling, sometimes taking separate vacations. They seemed to
have the perfect life.
By the way, you know all these deep, dark secrets about me, and don't even
know my name or what I look like. My name is John. I'm 5'11". brown hair and
eyes. I weigh 180 lb.. I'm not what you call a muscle man, but I do keep in
shape. I've been told I have a cute butt. Now that that's out of the way,
let us get back to the story. We were on our second beer, shooting the shit
like old friends do, when I noticed Sheila was dangling her shoe on her
toes. She had her chair turned about half way between Tom and me. She was
wearing a black halter top which showed her creamy bare shoulders and firm
midriff. It also showed about three inches of cleavage. She had on a pair
black denim short shorts. Following her long, muscular legs down to her
feet, she was wearing a pair of black, soft leather flats. She had her right
leg crossed over her left, and was just about to lose her shoe. Between her
shoe and last night's story, I was having trouble paying attention to the
conversation.
"John oh John, this is Earth to Mars" she was saying.
I finally realized she was talking to me. I looked up from her foot to
respond. She had a knowing smile on her face. At that moment I felt so
naked, as if she knew everything about me.
I finally said "I'm sorry, must have been daydreaming about those bass we're
going to catch tomorrow."
Looking me right in the eyes, she sarcastically said "Right John." At the
same time I heard her shoe drop to the floor. Her eyes didn't leave mine.
The next five seconds seemed like an hour. I could actually feel myself
getting warm. I couldn't help it. I looked down at her bare foot with her
watching me. I looked back into her smiling eyes. Something passed between
us during that moment.
"Tom, are you ready for another beer?" She asked.
"No thanks hon, I still have quite awhile to drive."
She then looked at me.
"John, get me another one."
I don't know if my imagination was working overtime or not. I mean her voice
was friendly, but at the same time a little demanding. It wasn't a question,
and there wasn't any please. I decided to test the waters a little.
"Anything the lady wishes" I said half jokingly.
"Oh Oh" Tom laughed. "You don't say that to Sheila, she'll take advantage of
you in a New York minute."
I reached for the beer, popped the cap, and handed it to her.
"Thank you John" she said a little too cheerily.
She then turned directly toward Tom, put her bare foot on his thigh. "Tom,
I've been in my heels all day, how about a little massage?"
"I've got something for you to massage right here" Tom laughingly said as he
grabbed his crotch. "You sure love to be pampered, lady."
"Look who's talking, your every bit as demanding as me" she laughed back.
Tom smiled at her "You're right, what we need is a 20 year old fox to wait on
both of us."
"Why does it have to be a female? I think a man would be much more
interesting, don't you John?"
She was watching my eyes very carefully. It was as if Wonder Woman had her
truth lasso around me. I couldn't lie.
"I guess so," I said.
"Good" Tom laughed, "then you can massage her feet."
Sheila swiveled her chair toward me. "Do you mind?"
"No, not at all," I said.
"Good," Sheila smiled. "Then why don't you move to the right chair so we can be
more comfortable."
I changed seats.
"I told you she'd take over," Tom chuckled.
"So what if I'm a little assertive? You don't mind, do you John?"
She was really putting me on the spot. I couldn't tell if Tom and her were
kidding or half serious. I checked out Tom in the rear view mirror. He had a
smile on his face, but it was more of a "cat got the mouse" type smile. I
decided to wade a little deeper.
"You can be as assertive as you wish with me," I said.
"Go for it hon," Tom smiled. "He's asking for it."
She just smiled and placed her bare foot on my thigh. God, she had beautiful
feet! I would guess she wore a size nine. She had high arches with long toes
that were a little plump. Her second toe was longer than her big toe. She
either took great care of her feet herself, or had them professionally done.
The nails were trimmed to perfection ending with the tip of the toes. They
had the European style cut where they were squared at the end. They were
polished with a clear lacquer.
I had given many massages before. Let's face it, if your a sub that's one of
the main requirements. I had even taken classes and studied reflexology. To
me, it was a labor of love. I pressed my thumb firmly right under the ball
of her foot and started my magic. In a few minutes Sheila's eyes were half
closed. She had a faint, faraway smile on her lips. I moved down to her
toes, massaging each one, and in between them as well. I moved up her tight
calves and soon had them relaxed.
Tom looked over at her face. "Damn Sheila, is he that good?"
Sheila just smiled more and said "You wouldn't believe it."
I spent the next hour pampering her. I was so tempted to put my lips on her
foot, but I somehow refrained. Right before we arrived at the lake we
stopped at a nice country restaurant and had dinner. The food was good and
the company was great. All the sudden I was looking at my two best friends
almost as if they were strangers. I had never fantasized about them sexually
before. Don't get me wrong, I have always found Sheila sexy, but just looked
at her and Tom as good friends.
We finally arrived at the campgrounds a little after nine. It seemed fairly
deserted. Probably everyone was waiting for the July 4th weekend. We found a
perfect spot. It was a small clearing surrounded by trees. I don't think
there was another camper within a mile. We had all done this many times
before, so by ten the campsite was in order, even the fire was burning. The
night was beautiful. The sky was clear, the stars bright, and the crickets
were loud. Tom and I were drinking a beer by the fire, while Sheila was
doing something in the tent. I always knew Tom never had a jealous bone in
his body, so when he asked me if I enjoyed giving Sheila a massage, I gave
him an honest answer.
"I loved massaging her, but not in the way you think," I answered.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked.
"This might surprise you coming from a man. It's kind of hard to explain,
but I....I enjoy giving pleasure more than receiving it."
He looked directly in my eyes and said "Sheila and I aren't as naive as you
think. We know there are alternative sexual lifestyles. In fact you might be
the one who's surprised."
At that time Sheila came out of the tent. She had changed into a pair of
Levi's, a red and black checked flannel shirt, and a pair of tennies. Her
thick blonde hair was a little disheveled, coming down to the top of her
shoulders. She looked perfect. She grabbed a beer out of the cooler and sat
between Tom and me. She popped open her beer and took a swig.
"What are you two talking about, fishing?"
Tom was never the one to beat around the bush.
"Nope. We we're just starting to discuss sexual lifestyles."
Sheila smiled "mmm interesting. Sounds like a good time for a little truth or
dare."
"So who goes first?" I asked
"We're all good friends here," Sheila said "So let's cut the dare part and
just be totally honest with each other. One question at a time for each
person. John you go first."
"I'm going to need another beer for this." I said.
Sheila laughed. "Must be a few dark secrets we don't know about."
"Could be."
"Better get me another one too." Tom said.
"A little nervous, Tom?" I asked.
"No, I just have a feeling once we start these revelations, no one's going
to want to leave, even for a minute."
I grabbed a couple of beers and handed one to Tom. I sat down, opened the
beer, and looked at Sheila.
"O.K. My first question is for you Sheila. Have you ever been with another
man? If so how many and who were they?"
Sheila giggled. "You don't waste any time. By the way, that's three
questions, but the answer to the first one is yes. Hon, you can go next."
The question didn't even phase her or Tom. I had a tight feeling in the pit
of my stomach. I downed about half my beer in one gulp. I knew by the time
this game was over, my two best friends would know everything about me. What
the hell, after the ride down here, I'm sure they had suspicions anyway.
"All right John. You obviously enjoyed massaging Sheila, you also admitted
your pleasure is giving more than receiving. My question is would you also
massage a man if asked to do so?"
All the sudden my mouth went dry. I took another swig. Both Tom and Sheila
were watching my eyes as if trying to detect something. I decided to be
truthful. Not only with this question but all of them, no matter how
personal. I knew they were good enough friends to accept me as I am, even if
it wasn't their thing. Once I made that decision, I felt the weight on my
shoulders disappear. I gave them my answer.
"Yes, with the right man and the right situation."
They both smiled as if my answer pleased them. Sheila's turn was next. She
looked at me for about a minute without saying anything. I was starting to
become a little uncomfortable. She seemed to be enjoying it.
"John, do you have a foot fetish?"
I paused about ten seconds, looked her in the eyes and said yes. She didn't
seem surprised. It's as if she knew my answer already, but needed my verbal
admittance. For what, I didn't know.
"Since we're on the subject of feet," I said. "Did you enjoy my massage half
as much as you seemed to? And be honest, you're not going to hurt my feelings."
"Such an easy question John. Yes I enjoyed it thoroughly. You have some very
talented hands. That's why I thought you had a foot fetish. Most men would
spend about five minutes down there, I had the feeling you would still be
there if I wanted you to."
Damn. She was so perceptive. It seemed she was always a step ahead of me. I
was also turned on like never before. She was a master at pushing the right
buttons at the right time.
"All right, my turn again." Tom said. "John, since we now know you have a
foot fetish, would you have liked to do more than just massage Sheila's feet?
The silence was unreal. I think the crickets even stopped chirping. Sheila
had an amused look on her face. Tom was also smiling, enjoying my embarrassment.
"Come on John." Sheila said "We're all friends here. Besides, I love to have
my toes sucked."
Her total honesty and casual openness seemed to have pushed me over the
line. Instead of calmly answering Tom's question, I sounded more like a
criminal blurting out a confession.
"All right! I would have loved to suck your toes. I could worship them forever!"
Instead of hearing the expected laughter, Sheila moved over and put her arm
around me.
"Don't be embarrassed. You can be yourself around us. Matter of fact, the
more we're finding out about you, the more interesting you are."
"Everybody has there own kinks" Tom said.
"Then what's yours?" I asked.
"I think you're going to find out before the night's over." Tom answered back.
"Besides, it's my turn to ask the question." Sheila said.
She had taken her arm away, but was still sitting right next to me. When she
spoke, I had a feeling my confessions were just starting.
"All right John. Now that we know you'd like to worship my feet, I'm going
to ask you a very personal question. I'm pretty sure I know your answer. If
your answer is what we think, then this part of the game is over, but our
discussion will just be beginning. Since most men with a foot fetish are
also sexually submissive, I'd like to know if you are?"
I looked at Sheila and Tom. I couldn't tell what they were thinking. They
were both wearing poker faces. There was only one answer anyway, the truth.
"Yes, I am a sexual submissive, subservient, slave, what ever you wish to call
me."
As soon as I said that, I could feel the blood rushing to my face. I hope I
didn't sound like a pervert to them. They both looked at each other and smiled.
"We were hoping you'd say that." Tom said. "As I said earlier, Sheila and I
aren't as naive as you might think. Since you've been doing most of the
confessing, let us do some of our own. We've been swinging with the same two
couples for almost ten years."
I was shocked at his statement. I didn't say anything.
"We're very good friends with them, John." Sheila said. "And we have an
agreement that no one goes outside of the circle unless everyone knows. That
never happened until about two years ago. That's when one of the couples
acquired a slave. All of us had talked about D&S relationships before. And
we have read a lot of material on it. However, no one in the group is
submissive. The other two couples are very open sexually, but are as
demanding as Tom and I. Well, almost as demanding. Anyway, the other couple
kept going on how great it is to own a slave. So we asked them if they would
mind bringing her to our next party."
"We enjoyed her so much" Tom said. "Not only did we use her that night, the
couple loaned her to us for the entire weekend."
"God, it was great getting up the next morning and not having to worry about
cleaning up the mess. She even brought us the paper and served us coffee in
bed," Sheila smiled. "And of course the best part was the sex, she truly
loved to serve. After that weekend we knew we had to find a slave for our own."
"We placed an ad in some magazines," Tom said "And even interviewed a few
potentials, in public places of course. But none of them seemed to be just
right."
"As you know John," Sheila said "Both of us have good careers going for us.
We have to be very careful with whom we play with, especially when entering
this lifestyle. We decided after several interviews that going with a
stranger wouldn't work."
"We almost gave up," Tom said "It just wasn't worth the risk of getting
involved with someone who could ruin your life by exposing you to the wrong
people. I mean, let's face it, most of society still thinks that D&S is
whips and chains. They don't understand how mentally erotic it really is.
God, the worst turnoff I could imagine is forcing someone to do something
against their will."
"Like Tom said, we had almost given up. Then last month I was shopping
downtown and I ran into your ex. You know we always got along well with
Susan. It was a shame you two couldn't work it out. Anyway, we decided to
have lunch together. We had a couple of glasses of wine too many and started
to talk about sex. Susan was saying she was very happy with her new husband
in almost every way, but still missed your special talents. Of course my
interest peaked. I asked her what were these special talents you had. She
said she better not say. We had a little more wine and she spilled her guts.
She told me you loved being a slave to her. She said you loved going down on
her for hours. Susan also told me all about your foot fetish. She told me
the sex became more and more D&S orientated. After a while it was too much
for her. I guess you wanted to serve her full time, and she wanted a lover
too. She still has fond memories of you. She's tried to get her husband
Scott to submit a little, but I guess he's not the slave type. She even said
the best of both worlds would be to have her husband as her lover, and you
as her slave."
"You should have seen how excited Sheila was when she came home late that
afternoon." Tom said. "I thought she ran into the biggest sale of the year.
I asked what she bought, and she told me nothing. Then why all the
excitement I asked. She told me she had some possibly very good news, and we
should go out to our favorite restaurant and talk about it. I asked her just
to tell me now, but she insisted this could be worth celebrating."
"Tom and I got a booth where we had total privacy. I got right to the point
with him. Are you still interested in a slave, I asked. Tom almost choked on
his drink. Of course I am he answered. I told him I think I might have found
the perfect person, but there might be one problem. What kind of problem he
asked. The person is a man, I told him."
"Before she goes any further John, let me explain something first. I'm not
gay. I have had some bi experiences with our circle of friends. I'm not
going to lie to you. I really like being sucked by another man, but I don't
like reciprocating. I guess it's kind of a power rush when I see another man
down on his knees giving me head. And man, Sheila really gets hot watching."
I couldn't believe I was hearing this. It was like I was in a trance. They
were so open, so confident. Even when Tom admitted he was bi, he didn't
hesitate a second. I was speechless, but hanging on to every word.
"Tom didn't seem shocked when I told him it was a man." Sheila said. "Of
course he asked who it was. I told him it was someone we both knew and
trusted. He was really curious now. I then told him he's one of our best
friends. Tom said, you mean John? The one and only, I said. I went on to
explain that I had lunch with Susan and how she gave me the scoop on you.
Tom and I talked about you for hours. When we got home, we talked about you
for half the night, then had some of the best sex we've had in a long time
the other half. That was the night we came up with the scheme to get you
away for the weekend. I didn't have any plans to go shopping. This whole
trip has been carefully planned. We're not trying to set you up, John. This
is the only way we could be sure. You will always be one of our best
friends. If you decide you don't want this relationship with us, nothing
changes. We totally understand and accept your decision. If you decide you
would like to serve us, you will still be our friend. However, you will also
be our slave. We are very demanding John. We will not do anything against
your will, but we will always be trying to expand your horizons. We have
educated ourselves enough on this lifestyle to know that a true submissive
really craves that feeling of being owned. Believe me when I tell you this
John, if you decide to submit to us, we will own you."
"We have a lot to talk about tonight John." Tom said. "We have questions for
you, and I'm sure you have plenty for us. If you do decide to serve us, you
should know that Sheila will be doing most of the training. It was her idea
originally to find a slave. However, you will be serving both of us. The
idea of you, and not some stranger, submitting to our every whim really
turns me on."
"Before we go any further" Sheila said "Tom and I need to know if we are
wasting ours and your time talking about this possibility. I know we have to
discuss lots of details, but does the idea of being our slave appeal to you?"
The feelings I had at this moment were indescribable. I was turned on beyond
belief. I was also scared as hell. I felt like I was in some erotic dream. I
had absolutely no doubt I wanted to serve them.
"The idea of being your slave," I said, "would be a dream come true. I have
been with a few women who played the dominant role. It was a short term game
to them, just another variety of sex. Don't get me wrong, I was grateful for
them trying out my fantasy, but it seemed it was never really their fantasy.
You can't imagine how many times I've dreamed of being truly owned."
Both Sheila and Tom smiled broadly. I could tell my answer pleased them very
much.
"Now that we know you find the idea appealing, let's cover the possible
obstacles." Sheila said. "John, the only way we can get past this next part
is to be very direct and honest. You will be expected to serve Tom sexually
as well as myself. Do you have a problem with this?"
"I'm not gay, and I've never been with another man. But I am a sexual
submissive. Last night I was reading a story about a husband who served his
wife and her male lover. Before I could finish the story, I had a very
explosive orgasm. So, the answer to your question is I don't think I will
have a problem with serving both of you."
"Well the biggest obstacle is out of the way," Sheila smiled.
I sensed they were both relieved after my answer.
"Now I'm going to tell you what will be generally expected of you John. If
you have any comments or questions feel free to jump in. You will not be
allowed any sexual relief without our permission. You will not only be
serving us sexually, but in many other ways also."
"What are some of the other ways?" I asked.
"Maid, chauffeur, cook, even as furniture." Sheila laughed. "Don't you think
John would make a great footstool, Tom?"
"You know, he would look good in front of our family room sofa," Tom chuckled.
"We're not sadist John, but you can expect a certain amount of discipline,
especially during the early training period." Sheila said. "You will also be
expected to perform some very humiliating tasks."
"And what might those be?" I asked.
"We have to have some surprises, John," Sheila smiled.
For the next minute Sheila and Tom both watched me closely. The night
sounded so eerie. The crickets, the crackling of the fire, the leaves
rustling from a light breeze. They all sounded amplified. I was waiting for
their next move. Then Sheila spoke.
"John."
"Yes Sheila"
"I have outlined what will be expected of you. If you do decide to submit,
your servitude will start immediately. Your code word will be red. Anytime
you truly just can't take anymore, no matter what it is, then use the code
word. We will stop immediately. I realize there will be times you will be
begging, even crying for mercy. If you do not use the code word John, there
will be little or no mercy. Do you understand everything I have discussed?
"Yes" I answered
"Are you ready to make your decision?" Sheila asked.
"Yes"
"Then what is that decision, John?"
"I would be honored to serve you both" I smiled.
Tom scooted over right next to Sheila. They both hugged and kissed each
other. I almost felt like an outsider looking in. Then Sheila looked at me.
Her eye were filled with lust. She spoke with softness, calmness, and total
confidence.
"It's been a long night John. Tom and I are going to retire for the night.
You will put out the fire, clean this mess up, and then ask permission to
enter our tent."
"As you wish Sheila" I said.
"We might as well get this straight now John. When we are in private you
will address me as Mistress, Ms. Sheila, or maam. You will address Tom as
Master or sir. Is that understood?"
"Yes Mistress." I said.
Sheila turned her attention to Tom. "I think he's going to be well worth the
wait."
"I couldn't agree more" Tom smiled.
"We'll see you inside the tent in no more than fifteen minutes, slave." Sheila
said.
"And make sure the fire is completely out." Tom added.
"Yes sir." I replied.
