Part 3.... A slave's Road.... Back In The City
We hit the south side of Indy about 1:00 PM. I lived in an apartment complex
on the far northwest side, and Tom and Sheila lived about 15 to 20 miles
northwest of the city. People in Indiana like land. I would estimate the
average house lot in the burbs of Indy is a third of an acre. Half acre lots
are common, and one acre lots are not at all uncommon. When the suburbs
started filling up in the seventies, people started moving to the nearby
towns, and the country surrounding them. Tom and Sheila bought ten acres of
land outside of a little town called Whitestown. Their land had actually
been part of a large farm. Their house stood where the old farm house used
to be. There was even an old, small barn near the house. They used it for a
work shop. Tom was an architect, so he and Sheila had designed almost
everything that was man made on that property, from the half mile driveway
through the woods, to the enormous fire place in the family room. Since
their property was basically a small forest, except for the small clearing
around the house and barn, there wasn't a lot of outside maintenance. It was
the best of both worlds, total privacy, and a minimal amount of yard work.
The outside of the house was a combination of limestone, cedar, and glass.
The inside was a tri-level design with the right combination of hardwood
floors, luxurious carpet, cedar trim, skylights, two fireplaces, and oak
ceiling beams. The back of the house opened up into a huge lanai, equipped
with cushioned redwood furniture, a built in limestone gas grill, wet bar,
and a large sunken Jacuzzi. Even though the house could have been displayed
in Better Homes and Gardens, Sheila and Tom are not the type to showcase
their home. In fact, their house has a very comfortable, homey feel to it.
"Back to the real world", I said as we were getting on north 465.
"But a new world for all of us", smiled Sheila.
She had on a pair of short cut-off jeans, a black tight fitting T-shirt
without a bra, and pair of thongs. She had also put her ankle bracelet back
on. Once again, her captain's chair was half way between Tom and myself.
"John, do you have anyone special your dating?"
"No, not really. I mean I date, but no one serious. I quit trying to find
someone who would truly love to have a boyfriend slash slave on a permanent
basis. I figured if it happens, it happens. If that's your only objective
when dating, then you're in for a lot of frustration. Believe me, I know
from experience.
"That seems funny", Tom said. "You would think that today's woman would love
to have a servant doing the mundane chores and pampering her when she wanted."
"Not really, most women are pretty conservative when it comes to
relationships. Even though they want equality in the job market and at home,
they still want the traditional man/woman relationship. And that's cool, far
be it from me to try to persuade someone into a lifestyle they're not
comfortable with. Like I told you earlier, I've had a few women in my life
who enjoyed the dominant role as a game. But when the game was over
everything went back to normal."
"That is until now." Sheila smiled. "It's not that I don't believe you John,
but I can think of some friends right now that would love to have a slave at
their beck and call. They might not want you as a husband or boyfriend, but
would love to have someone to pamper them, and do the household chores for
them at the snap of their fingers."
"I guess I'm hanging out with the wrong type of woman." I smiled.
"Might be", said Sheila.
We got off of 465 and on the 421 North exit and drove up to 96th St. My
apartment was just a mile or two east on 96th. When they pulled up in the
parking area and stopped in front of my apartment, I thanked them for a
wonderful time. So much had changed in our friendship, I was at a lost for
words. Leave it to Sheila to break the ice.
"Do you have any time off coming to you, John?" Sheila asked.
"About three personal days and two weeks vacation."
"How much warning do you have to give them to take a week off?"
"Right now we're pretty slow, so I could take off about any time. As long as
they don't desperately need you, they're pretty cool about it."
"Could you call them tomorrow morning and ask them for the week off?"
"Sure, I guess so. Why?"
I finally sold that large piece of real estate in Zionsville last week, so I
thought I would take some time off myself. I'm semi retired now anyway. You
do still want to serve us, don't you?
"Yes, of course I do."
"Then I thought this would be a good time to break you in. What do you think
hon?"
"I think it's an excellent idea", Tom answered. "I've got to work this week,
but I'm sure you're capable of training him. I'll just come home at night
and reap the rewards,"
"I don't think I'll have any trouble bending him to our ways," Sheila
smiled. "John, I want you to shower, pack enough clothes for a week, and be
over at our house at seven tonight."
"Yes maam."
She then reached into her purse and pulled out a twenty.
" Here. Stop by the Boston Market on the way over and pick up some dinner
for all of us. I don't feel like cooking tonight.........or all week for
that matter," she laughed.
"Anything in particular," I asked.
"Just a piece of chicken and some corn is fine for me," she said.
"I'll take the chicken, corn, and mashed potatoes and gravy," Tom added.
I got out of the van and leaned in Sheila's window. "I'll see you both at seven
then."
"I hope you're ready to really serve this week," Sheila said seriously.
"I feel very good about it maam."
"Good, see you in a little while then," she said. "And remember, no
masturbating."
I gathered up my gear and headed up to my apartment. It had been a long
weekend, and I was ready for a nap. I put away my stuff, took a long hot
shower, and lay down on my bed. I set my alarm clock for 5:00. Every time I
closed my eyes I thought of the last two days. So much had transpired. I was
getting a woody thinking of everything they had put me through. I wanted to
jack-off in the worst way. I knew I wouldn't though. This would probably be
my only chance to live out my fantasy. One advantage of knowing them for so
many years was I knew when they were kidding and when they were not. They
were not kidding, they wanted me as their slave. I only hope I could satisfy
all of their needs. The idea of being rejected as their slave at this point
would really hurt me. I mean, I'm a strong person and would eventually get
over it, but in the back of my mind I would always be thinking that I blew
the big one. At my age, I knew this was now or never. Sheila was so
demanding. I sensed she was just at the tip of the iceberg as far as my
training was concerned. It almost seemed surreal. I had always known her as
an intelligent, cheerful, and sexy woman with a good sense of humor. The
perfect wife, the perfect hostess, a successful real estate broker, and a
good friend. Never before this weekend would I had ever thought she desired
a slave. Just the thought of her owning and using me almost made me cum. I
was totally shocked by their confession that they were swingers. And the way
Tom admitted he was bi, like it was just a matter of fact. I actually
admired his confidence and courage. I didn't mind a bit that he didn't want
to reciprocate, after all I was his slave too. My mind kept thinking and
thinking and thinking.............
RRRing. Damn, that alarm clock was loud! I must have finally dosed off. I
got up, took a long, hot shower, shaved, brushed my teeth, and packed about
a week's worth of clothes. I tried to watch TV for about twenty minutes, and
finally left for their place about 6:20. I stopped by the Boston Market, and
picked up our dinners as instructed. I was ringing their doorbell at 7:00
sharp. Their intercom startled me.
"Come to the kitchen slave," Sheila's voice rang out.
I opened the door and made my way to the kitchen. They were sitting at the
butcher block table. This was where they ate most of their meals. It was
comfortable and informal. They had the dining room for their more formal
dinners. The table was set for three people. A carafe of blush Chablis was
in the middle of the table. I noticed their glasses and the carafe were
about empty. Sheila was wearing a red kimono that ended just below her ass.
She was barefoot, and I noticed she still had her ankle bracelet on. Tom had
on a pair of black silk boxer shorts and nothing else.
"Good evening, slave," smiled Sheila. "Please serve the food and take a seat."
Tom refilled the carafe and poured three glasses of wine. I served everybody
what they had ordered, and sat down.
"Tom and I were just discussing how best to train you. We took the liberty
of assuming that you would accept our proposal of slavery, so we have been
buying toys and equipment for almost a month. Tom's even constructed a few
items we hope you will find interesting."
"Oh, I'm sure it will meet his approval, and if it doesn't, who cares. His
opinion doesn't matter anymore anyway." Tom smiled
"True," Sheila agreed. "In fact it will be more fun if he doesn't enjoy
everything that's going to happen to him. We do have to test your limits, don't
we John?
"Yes Mistress"
"Do you have any idea what your limits are? How much humiliation, or pain
you can take?" Sheila asked.
"No Mistress, I only know that I will do my best to please both of you, no
matter what you request of me."
"How very noble of you, John," Tom said. "But for now let's eat this dinner
before it gets cold."
We all ate and drank heartily. The conversation was interesting, but I
definitely felt the change in our relationship. Even during casual
conversation I felt like a second class citizen. I'm sure this was
intentional on their part. I knew in my heart that from now on I would be
their slave first, and friend second. After dinner I was told to clean up
the mess, and meet them on the lanai. I was also told to strip naked before
coming out.
Sheila and Tom were sitting on the couch sipping their wine. Their were
candles lit on each end table. I noticed Sheila was smoking a slim black cigar.
I approached them slowly, not knowing exactly what to do. I felt a little
uneasy with my nakedness, especially with them being clothed.
"Before you get to comfortable John, pour us another glass of wine," Tom said.
"Yes sir."
I returned with what was left of the half gallon bottle, poured them both a
glass, and asked if they needed anything else.
"Just leave the bottle here and lay on your back in front of the couch." Sheila
said.
I lay down with my head toward Sheila and the rest of me toward Tom. They
wasted no time in resting their feet on me. One of Sheila's on my face, the
other on my chest. Tom had his on my stomach and the other on my crotch. Of
course I got hard. How embarrassing, especially with Tom's foot on it.
"Seems our slave enjoys being a throw rug," Tom said.
"I hope so," Sheila laughed. "He's going to be spending a lot of his time as
one."
At that moment Sheila bent down, and with her face about a foot away from
mine, she exhaled what seemed like a half of cigar in my face. Then, without
blinking an eye flicked a good size ash on my chest. I actually felt a
couple of hairs singe. My skin got hot, but the ash went out before it burnt
me. I couldn't help it, my dick started throbbing.
"Seems he likes being your ashtray too," Tom chuckled.
"John! You really are quite the masochist," Sheila said teasingly.
I didn't know how to respond, so I just kept quiet.
Sheila looked down at me with a mischievous look on her face. "Open your mouth
John."
I obeyed. She then tapped the ash on the end of her cigar in my mouth.
"Swallow," was all she said.
I did. There was an uncomfortable moment of silence as she looked into my eyes.
Then she spoke.
"You're a lot more submissive than I ever thought. I actually believe you
would let me put this cigar out on you."
Once again I was at a lost for words. I had momentarily lost my ability to
think, although my feelings of submissiveness were greatly amplified. I just
looked at her in awe. Finally she spoke.
"Not tonight though. We'll save that for later." She then put the cigar out
in a ashtray, and spoke to me again. "You know I told you at the campfire
that I wasn't a sadist, but using you like this, inflicting humiliation and
pain on you, is making me very wet. I see I'm going to have to explore my
limits as well."
Tom then started kissing Sheila. It wasn't long before they were like a
couple of teenagers. Sheila lay back on the couch with Tom on top of her.
Since their feet were off of me now, I almost felt unneeded. Their breathing
grew heavier and heavier. I felt Sheila's kimono fall on my chest. Next
thing I knew, Tom was prying open my mouth and stuffing his boxer shorts
down my throat. I could taste his pre cum.
"Didn't want you to feel left out," was all he said before returning his
attention back to Sheila.
Soon they were fucking in earnest. Sheila's breathing was getting to that
orgasmic pitch. Finally, they both came together. I knew by now they would
be needing my services again. I felt two pair of feet rest on me again.
Sheila reached down and pulled Tom's shorts out of my mouth.
"Oh slave," Sheila said musically.
"Yes Mistress," I answered.
"You have a mess to clean up."
"Yes Mistress."
I then knelt first between Sheila's legs and started cleaning her out,
running my tongue from the crack of her ass to the top of her beautiful
mound. I swallowed several mouthfuls of their cum. When I finished with
Sheila, I moved over to Tom. I licked and sucked his genitals until he was
completely clean. I felt myself becoming very aroused. My balls were in
agony. Sheila sensed this and took a little pity on me.
"Got a case of blue balls, slave?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Remember, you are never to masturbate without our permission. But we are
not totally without feelings for your needs. Turn around with your head at
the base of the couch. Now, lift your legs up and back over your face."
She then placed her feet on my shoulders, grabbed my ankles and pulled them
back so my dick was pointing right at my face.
"Go ahead and jack-off slave," she said.
I didn't know what to do. This was so humiliating. I had never tasted my own
cum.
"Need a little encouragement slut?" Tom said as he got up and walked around
between my legs. He then put his foot on my balls and pushed hard, causing
me some pain. Sheila then grabbed my cock with her right hand while holding
my legs back with her left. She stroked it three times. That was all it
took. I must have cummed a pint all over my face. She then let my legs back.
Tom again sat next to her. I just lay there recuperating from my massive
orgasm. The next thing I felt was Sheila's toe scooping up my cum, and force
feeding it to me. When she was through feeding me, she and Tom just sat back
naked, sipping their wine, enjoying the beautiful summer night. They
snuggled, and talked about things any normal married couple would talk
about. Of course they were still using me as their rug as though I was truly
just a piece of furniture. They must have stayed out there another two hours
without saying a word to me, or even acknowledging my existence. Then Sheila
spoke to me.
"We are going to bed slave. I want you to clean up our mess, and come up to
our bedroom when you are finished."
"As you wish Mistress."
They both stood up, stepped over me and left me on the floor with another
woody. I got up, cleared the glasses, bottle of wine, and ashtray. I put the
wine in the refrigerator, and everything else in dishwasher. I turned off
the lights and made my way upstairs to their bedroom. Since the house was a
tri-level, it was only a half flight of stairs. This part of the house was
over their garage. I had only been in their bedroom once before. That was
when they had first built the house and they gave me the grand tour. I
remembered the room well. It was probably eight or nine hundred square feet.
The closet alone was the size of a small bedroom. When you walked through
the door, the first thing you noticed was a small fireplace with a tall
windows on each side of it. It was built with red brick and trimmed with
native oak. A brick floor extended out about five feet. There were two
comfortable chairs, with a table and lamp in between, facing the fireplace.
The rest of the flooring was hardwood slats, with large colorful oriental
rugs placed in just the right places around the room. The walls were covered
with tasteful art. Toward the wall to the left of the fireplace was their
bed. I'm sure it was specially ordered as it was larger than a king size. It
was solid oak with a beautiful canopy over it. A transparent light blue silk
material covered it. The covering could be rolled down to completely enclose
you. All their furniture was solid oak. On the opposite wall their were
French doors leading to a balcony running the entire length of the room. The
furnishings on the balcony were comfortable, while the view looking down
into the woods was spectacular. Their was a small creek barely visible
through the foliage of the trees. The final wall, the one with the entry
door was completely mirrored. You had to look carefully to see the mirrored
door that opened into the closet. The walk-in closet was luxuriously
carpeted. The left side contained Sheila's clothes and shoes, while the
right side was for Toms' attire. Everything was organized. Of the hundred or
so pairs of Sheila's shoes, about twenty were on the floor. I figured these
were her most commonly worn ones. The others were in shoe racks mounted on
the wall. Even though I had only been in here once, the smells and sights of
all her shoes and clothes had always stayed in my memory. I realized I had
always had a crush on Sheila. I just never imagined in my wildest
imagination that anything would develop, so I guess I kept those feelings
suppressed. Just goes to show that truth is stranger than fiction. On the
side of the closet opposite the closet entry door, was an old fashioned
swinging saloon door which opened up into a dressing room. This room had a
double sink with a professional make-up mirror where you could control the
lighting to the type of atmosphere you would be in. The counter and shelves
were neatly filled with cosmetics, nail polishes, hair products, body
lotions, etc. In front of each sink were two padded stools that came up to
the perfect level. Their was a common leg clearance underneath the sinks. A
black leather chaise was located next to the back wall. All four walls were
completely mirrored, including the sliding door opposite the swinging doors.
This door led into the bathroom. The bathroom was spectacular. The floors
were white marble, while the bathtub, shower, toilet, and bidet were a jade
green marble. The double size bath tub was elevated on a deck. There were
Jacuzzi jets mounted in the corners. There were large windows on two walls,
and a skylight in the ceiling. Plants flourished everywhere.
As I approached their open door, I heard the television. I stopped at the
doorway, not wanting to intrude. They were still naked laying on top of the
comforter. They both kept watching TV, and ignoring my presence. I waited
until I heard a commercial and finally spoke.
"I finished cleaning up the patio".
"What did you do with ours and your clothes?" Sheila asked.
I immediately knew I had forgotten to pick them up. I could actually feel a
surge of anxiety run through me. There was some uncomfortable silence before I
spoke.
"I I I'm sorry. I left them on the floor," I stuttered.
No reply. Just silence.
"I'll get them now," I finally said.
"No." Sheila said. "Come over here and kneel on the floor."
I walked to Sheila's side of the bed and knelt at the head facing her.
"I think it's time to start using the goodies we've been buying for the last
month, don't you Tom?"
"He does have to learn," Tom smiled.
His hardness told me he enjoyed this as much as Sheila. I also felt myself
becoming aroused. Sheila sat up in bed, legs hanging over the edge, looking
me straight in the eye. She then placed her foot on my chest and pushed
hard. I fell back on the rug.
"Get out of my way," she said as she walked by me heading toward the closet.
She disappeared inside the closet. I returned to my knees and waited. Tom
just watched TV as if I were not even there. After about fifteen or twenty
minutes Sheila reappeared. She looked beautiful. Her hair was pulled back
and pinned in a bun. Her full lips were painted a deep red. She was wearing
a leather bikini. The top and bottom were just a framework made from black
leather straps and chrome fasteners. Her breast were completely exposed.
Only a single strap ran down the crack of her ass and up through her mound.
Her legs were bare, and she had on 5" black pumps that exposed the crevice
of her long toes. She was carrying a full size leather suitcase. She walked
back to me. She lay the suitcase on the bed and opened it in front of my
eyes. There was bondage equipment, gags, butt plugs, clamps, different types
of whips, and a few items I didn't even recognize. She cuffed my wrist in
front of me, attached a leash to the cuffs, and dragged me over to the
closet door. She then tied the leash securely to the knob on the door,
leaving little or no play. I was on my knees, looking at myself in the
mirror, unable to move.
"Comfortable?"
I knew her sarcasm required no answer.
She smirked and went back to the suitcase and took out a whip. It was a
small cat-o-nine tails. I could see everything she did in the reflection of
the mirror. She walked back and stood behind me. She raised the whip. I felt
the intense sting on my back. I then saw her smile and the lust filling her
eyes. And then her muscled arm raised again. I tensed, bracing myself for
another blow. She didn't disappoint me. It hurt more than the first. This
time I cried out. Then another one, even harder. Again and again she brought
the whip down on me, now hitting me with all of her strength. I lost count.
The pain was so intense, I lost all ability to focus. She whipped me for
several minutes, although it
seemed like much more. When she was through, I was moaning in pain. I never
felt more humiliated, and yet I never felt more submissive. She untied the
leash and lead me into the closet. She lead me to a hook anchored in the
wall, about six inches off the floor. It was on her side of the closet, next
to her shoes. She tied the leash securely around the hook. I was on my back
looking up at her. She was looking directly in my eyes. She put the toe of
her shoe on my balls and pushed hard. I winced in pain. She spoke calmly.
"I hope you have learned a lesson."
"Yes Mistress Sheila," I whimpered softly.
She pushed harder.
"I swear I have learned my lesson Mistress," I said louder and clearer than
my previous answer.
She smiled, and finally pulled her foot back. She then turned and left,
leaving me to myself. She left the closet door open. I could hear her return
to her bed. I then listened to her and Tom make love. Then there was
silence. They drifted off to sleep, and I lay awake feeling more like a
slave than I ever thought possible. Finally I must of dosed off.
Next thing I know the room was filled with light. I sleepily opened my eyes.
I could make out Tom's figure above me. He was naked.
"Top of the morning to you," he smiled.
"Good morning sir."
"Sheila's not up yet. It's only seven, so you probably have another hour or
so in bondage. I've got to shower and get ready for work. He then turned
away and walked to the bathroom. He left the door opened, because the next
thing I heard was him urinating in the toilet. Then the shower was on. Then
it was off. He must of been drying off, because I didn't hear anything for a
few minutes. Then the sink faucet came on in the dressing room. I heard him
shaving, brushing his teeth, etc. He then returned to the closet, picked out
his day's attire and went back into the dressing room. Twenty minutes later
he came back into the closet wearing a business suit, looking ready for a
day at the office.
"You two have fun today," he chirped.
He walked out into the bedroom. Ten minutes later I heard his car starting
and the garage door opening below me. I lay there on the closet floor
waiting for Sheila to awake. I lay there for another hour before I heard her
alarm clock. Five minutes later she entered the closet. She was naked. She
even looked beautiful first thing out of bed. She walked over to me, placing
her feet on each side of me. She knelt down, leaned over and untied the
leash from the hook. I could smell her odor from the night before. She then
stood up.
"While I'm doing my morning workout in the exercise room, I want you to call
work and arrange your week's vacation. After that you can shower and shave.
I want you to shave all of your pubic and under arm hair off. This will
constantly remind you of your owners, even when you are not in our presence.
You will use the guest bedroom downstairs for all of your toiletries."
"But Mistress, when I use a public shower at the gym or pool everyone will see."
"You are our slave. That means you will stay shaved for as long as we own
you. If you are too embarrassed by your hairless crotch, then shower at
home. If you don't want to shave, then we can end this relationship now. Do
you want to be our slave?"
"Yes Mistress, and I will obey."
"Good," she smiled. "Then you take care of your business, and I'll take care
of mine. And by the way, if you're done before I'm through exercising, meet
me back up here. Naked of course."
With that she returned to the bedroom, put on a pair of black silk like
jogging shorts, a white sleeveless T-shirt, white socks and black high top
cross trainer shoes. She then exited with out saying another word. I called
work and scheduled my vacation. As predicted, there was no problem. I then
went down to the kitchen, slipped on my pants, and went out to my car to get
my suitcase and travel bag. I returned to the guest room downstairs, turned
on the shower and stripped. I took a long, hot shower. I then got out and
started spreading shaving cream on my face. After I shaved, I spread the
cream on my under arms. I shaved them. I was amazed how easily the hair came
off. It made me feel feminine. I looked at myself in the mirror. Even though
I wasn't hairy to begin with, I still felt more naked than ever. I had saved
my crotch for last. For this I soaked it with warm water, and applied the
shaving cream. I sat down on the edge of the tub and proceeded to stroke the
razor over my entire crotch. It took three times before the area was bald. I
then returned to the shower and rinsed off. I looked at myself again in the
mirror. I looked different. I mean my looks made me feel different inside.
The shaving seemed to have stripped away any traditional male ego that was
left. I felt more slave than man. Right now, it felt good. I loved being
their slave. But I also knew I couldn't live the rest of my life in their
domain. I would have to re-enter the real world in a week. That world seemed
a thousand miles away now though. I would cross that bridge when I came to
it. I then went back upstairs and waited for Mistress Sheila. I grabbed a
magazine, went out on the balcony and enjoyed the beautiful morning. The sky
was blue, the temp in the high 70's, and the birds were singing in full
chorus. This was a special feeling. It was the same kind of feeling I had
the first time I fell for a girl. Who knows, maybe I was falling for Sheila.
She seemed more than a Mistress. As beautiful as she was, I was realizing
the sexiest part of her was her intelligence. She was so cool, calm, and in
control. Her honesty was genuine. This was as much her fantasy as it was
mine, and she didn't try to hide that.
