A SLAVE'S ROAD- Part 10
I showered and thoroughly scrubbed myself over and over. I washed my hair three
times. I made sure there was no sign or smell of the act that had just
transpired. Funny, it wasn't so much for me, but for them. I knew they wanted a
spotlessly clean slave when I returned. I dried off, brushed my hair, and
brushed my teeth with my finger and toothpaste. I then walked into the bedroom.
Sheila and Tom were lying naked on top of their huge bed, holding each other,
half watching the eleven o'clock news. They looked up at me when I entered. They
both were looking at me in a different way. I knew, as did they, that our
friendship was a very small part of our relationship now. My slavery was what
really mattered to them. Sheila spoke first.
"Kneel at the foot of the bed slave."
I did as ordered, kneeling, looking at the soles of their feet.
"I want you to thank us for the privilege of being our toilet," Sheila
commanded.
"Thank you Mistress and Master for allowing me to be your toilet. It was truly
an honor to receive your precious golden nectar."
"Now finalize your statement by kissing the bottom of our feet," she continued.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the bottom of both pairs of feet.
Kissing them softly and reverently.
"That was good slave. You have served us well tonight. I want you to get a good
night's sleep in the guestroom, as you will be quite busy tomorrow."
I didn't want to leave them. Even to sleep on the floor beside their bed would
be better than being separated from them. I was realizing how important they
were to me. They were becoming more and more instrumental to my self worth. I
wanted and needed their approval. I did not want to sound contrary to Sheila's
command so I softened and humbled my next statement as much as possible.
"Mistress and Master.....I uh...it would....well...."
Finally Sheila ended my babbling.
"Go ahead and say it. You have been a perfect slave tonight. You may speak your
mind."
"Thank you Mistress....I uh...you two have become very important to my
life....and tonight I went to a level of submission I never dreamed of
achieving. I would be so grateful to you if I could sleep in the same room. Even
on the floor, just to be close to you."
They both looked at me. They seemed to be touched at what I had said. Sheila
spoke again.
"You are really becoming quite dependent on us, aren't you John?"
It was more of a statement than a question. But, I knew she expected my
confirmation.
"Yes, more than I ever could have imagined ma'am."
Tom looked at his wife and spoke.
"My God Sheila, you have totally enslaved him in less than four days!"
"It has been a labor of love honey, I had no idea how easy it would be. He is
the perfect subject. His lifelong fantasies have been preparing him for this
time in his life. All I had to do was to recognize his weaknesses and exploit
them. Thanks to the luck of running into his ex wife that fateful day, we now
have ourselves a full fledged slave."
Sheila reached down and grabbed Tom's growing cock.
"You seem to like that idea hon," she smiled.
More and more," Tom answered. "The idea of having him at our beck and call all
the time......well, it is so damn sexy and powerful to me."
"Me too, me too," Sheila dreamily responded.
They were both obviously getting hot again. Tom now had a full hard-on, and I
could see Sheila was becoming wet.
"So," Sheila said. "We will allow you to spend the night with us. Of course
there will be a price to pay," She smiled.
"Anything you wish....anything," I pleaded.
"You are truly a slut John," Tom laughed.
"You know," Sheila said. "You never did finish giving Tom his blowjob."
"I know ma'am. About the time I got him really excited, you took over."
"But you generated so much cum in his balls, one orgasm is not going to be
enough. I mean look at him. He's as hard as a rock again."
With that she started stroking his cock, never letting her eyes leave mine.
"I know what you're thinking," she continued. "You're thinking that sucking his
cock isn't much of a price to pay for the privilege of sleeping in our room
tonight. Am I right?"
"Yes ma'am," I admitted.
"Well then, what do you think we should do about that?"
I thought for a few seconds trying to come up with something. I felt like a
third grader being asked a question I didn't know in front of the entire class.
The bedroom was so silent, I could hear the clock ticking. I know they both were
enjoying my discomfort. I finally just blurted out the only thing that came to
my mind.
"I thought...uhmm...that since I served you so well tonight....you know being
your toilet and all...uh...that perhaps you would accept that as the price I
...uh...I already paid.
"Oh John," she laughed heartily. "Is that the best you can come up with? Being
our toilet is servicing our bodily functions. That's just part of being a slave.
If you think that was a one-time thing, then you better think again. In fact, if
I have to pee tonight, and don't feel like getting out of bed....guess what? You
are going to attach those talented lips around my slit, and swallow every drop."
She paused for a few seconds after that statement. Letting what she had just
said sink in. It did. Fear and excitement were running rampantly through every
inch of my body. Her laughing green eyes studied me closely. She knew exactly
what I was feeling. She then spoke again.
"Since you can't come up with anything John, I guess I will have to deem out the
necessary sacrifice."
"As long as part of it includes taking care of this hard cock," Tom added.
"Don't worry about that," Sheila laughed. "I am sure our slave is looking
forward to that…aren't you slut?"
"Yes Mistress," I answered.
"Why don't you tell your Master how much you are looking forward to it," she
said to me.
She was still stroking Tom's cock. You could see the purple veins starting to
show. Pre cum was oozing from his pee hole. They both were smiling at me,
waiting for my response.
"Sir. I very much want to please you."
"You can do better than that," Tom answered. "I want to hear how much you enjoy
it. I want you to beg me for the privilege."
Oh man, this was tough. This man has been my best friend for most of my life. Up
until a few days ago, I had never had a sexual thought about him or Sheila. Now
he was commanding me to beg him to suck his cock. I opened my mouth, and the
words came out effortlessly. I even amazed myself.
"Please sir…I am begging you to let me please you orally. To lick and suck your
balls….and take every inch of your beautiful cock down my throat. To swirl my
obedient tongue around your head…bringing you to a glorious orgasm. Then of
course it would be the utmost honor to swallow your cum…and cleaning off any
residue left on you ."
They both smiled broadly.
"That was much better slut. Now I want you to crawl up here and start fulfilling
your promise."
I did as ordered. I crawled up onto the bed and squirmed my body from the foot
upward until my face was at his manhood. Sheila's hand was still on his cock.
With my face inches away, she pushed forward until it was touching my lips. I
started kissing and licking the head sensuously. I ran my tongue from the crack
of his ass, over the bottom of his balls, to the tip of his cock. I felt Tom's
pushing hands on the back of my head, his cock forcing my mouth open. I took it
all…no longer choking when it slid into my throat. I became so engrossed in
pleasing him, I barely noticed Sheila leaving the bed. Tom was moaning loudly,
enjoying my talented mouth. I knew he could cum anytime he wanted, but he so
enjoyed my submission, he was holding out for as long as he could. A few I felt
the bed move. Sheila was coming up behind me. She lay on my back and nuzzled her
lips into my ear. She kissed my ear lobe and ran her tongue inside. She then
whispered to me. Her voice was soft yet demanding.
"John. I want you to get on your knees, with your ass in the air. Do not take
your mouth or attention off Tom's cock."
I did as she ordered. I then felt her hand between my cheeks. She was spreading
something creamy and slick inside my crack, mostly concentrating on my hole. As
her hand disappeared, I felt it replaced by something large and fairly hard. Her
hands grabbed my hips and her body pushed forward. I now knew what price I was
going to pay. The large dildoe worked it's head into my orifice. It felt huge!
She was pushing slowly but steadily. Finally it went past the entrance of my
hole. I relaxed as much as possible. Sheila kept fucking me deeper. I felt every
inch of it as it work it's way up my chute. Finally her body was touching mine.
It was all the way in. I felt so full, like my entire insides were stretched to
the max. Now that is was in, Sheila started to pick up her rhythm. She was
fucking me relentlessly. Meanwhile Tom was slamming his cock in and out of my
mouth. Actually grabbing my hair and forcing my head down as his pelvis moved
up. I was growing dizzy with lust. Sheila's cock in my ass was feeling better
and better. I even loved the rough way Tom was fucking my face. I felt like such
a whore….and I loved it! The pace of both of them picked up faster and faster.
Their moaning grew louder. I could feel Tom's cock swell even more inside my
mouth. His grip tightened on my head as he held it firmly. His body trembled.
Then rope after rope of thick, warm cum splashed down my throat. He just kept
cumming. I swallowed it all…not missing a drop. After a couple of minutes, he
released his grip. His cock was shrinking inside my mouth, and soon he pulled
out. Now my senses were solely on Sheila's cock in my ass. She was stroking me
at a fever pitch. I had never felt the sensations I was feeling now. It felt
like an itch deep down inside was being erotically scratched. My cock was hard,
and my balls full. Her pumping and moaning kept intensifying. I knew she was on
the brink of orgasm. I could have cum easily myself, but I needed their
permission. She started almost screaming with lust. Her body was twitching on my
backside. And then it happened. Her climax was long and powerful. Finally she
slumped over, her body resting on me. After a few minutes of silence she pulled
out of me. Tom was looking on in awe. He had obviously enjoyed the show. Sheila
got off the bed and I laid over on my back. For the first time I saw what was
fucking me. It was at least eight inches of a flesh colored cock. It even had
it's own set of balls. Behind the balls was a soft plastic base that molded up
to her mound. Then another cock protruded from the other side into Sheila's
pussy. She pulled it out and held it out towards me.
"You were a marvelous fuck John. So tight. Now you can take this to the bathroom
and thoroughly clean it. Just leave it on the sink top, as you will be cleaning
this entire house tomorrow."
I did as she said. When I returned to the bedroom, the lights were out. Sheila,
hearing me come in, told me to curl up at the foot of the bed and go to sleep. I
was so horny, but I knew she had chosen to deny me my orgasm. As I lay on my
back, the sole of her foot came down and rested on my face. With my balls full
of cum and her wonderful scented foot on my face, I had trouble getting to
sleep. I could hear Tom lightly snoring, and Sheila's restful breathing. Finally
I dozed off into dreamland myself.
