Synopsis: This story is about a man coming to terms with his submissive fantasies versus the reality of being enslaved.

A SLAVE'S ROAD

by NEIL(SEVERIN98@AOL.COM)

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 allthe 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. Ihave been with a few women who played, and even fewer who enjoyed thedominant 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 permanentslave. 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 femaledomination material on a Thursday night. It was your usual stuff, mostly
articles written by professional Mistresses. As usual I was in thatdelicious horny state where I had no limits to my servitude. I startedreading 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 hersexually, but was also doing all the housework, laundry, and even beingloaned 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. Asthe story continued, the husband became more and more submissive to herneeds. 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 afriend, and she expected him to be kneeling at the front door when she gothome, 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 wasdutifully 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 backher girlfriend. A minute later the doorbell rang, and hubby was ordered toanswer 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 standthere 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 abouttwo inches. As the wife and Nick started for the living room, she looked athubby 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 thesofa. The wife had Nick's dick in her hand, lovingly stroking it. As hubbystarted 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 stillneeded to feel like a real woman, something he could not do any more. Shegave 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 hewould do anything she desired. About this time my dick was actuallythrobbing. 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 anythingfor us." For some reason, by her using the word "our" and "us" made my dickgo 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 ofthem, starting with her. As hubby removed her heels, she put her nylon toeson 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 forboth of our needs, and I mean both! I expect total obedience from you whenNick 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 herhubby'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 anunbelievable orgasm.TGIF. One more day before the weekend. It was late June in Indianapolis andthe 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. Thestory I had read last night was still playing over in my head. After lastnight'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 highschool. We had been through a lot together. Tom married his high schoolsweetheart, 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 genuineperson. 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 subservientsexuality. Not that they wouldn't be understanding, I just didn't think it
had any bearing on our friendship. Besides, Tom was always making commentson how he loved her to suck his cock, or fuck her in their boat, or make itin 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 herfriends in Chicago. No big deal. They had a 20 foot Ranger bass boat, a fullsize 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 thebeer 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, Sheilawas in the front passenger seat, and I was sitting behind Tom. All of ourseats 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 ingreat 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, alittle wide, high cheekbones, dimples, flawless skin, slightly oversizedmouth 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, andnot a lot of body hair. He had broad shoulders and defined muscles. He was ahandsome 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 andrealized that a childless marriage had it's advantages too. They were alwaysbusy 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 evenknow my name or what I look like. My name is John. I'm 5'11". brown hair andeyes. 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 shitlike 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 waswearing a black halter top which showed her creamy bare shoulders and firmmidriff. It also showed about three inches of cleavage. She had on a pair
black denim short shorts. Following her long, muscular legs down to herfeet, she was wearing a pair of black, soft leather flats. She had her rightleg 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 theconversation."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 sonaked, as if she knew everything about me.I finally said "I'm sorry, must have been daydreaming about those bass we'regoing to catch tomorrow."
Looking me right in the eyes, she sarcastically said "Right John." At thesame 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 herwatching me. I looked back into her smiling eyes. Something passed betweenus 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 ofyou 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 moreinteresting, don't you John?"She was watching my eyes very carefully. It was as if Wonder Woman had hertruth 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 asmile on his face, but it was more of a "cat got the mouse" type smile. Idecided 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 beautifulfeet! 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. Sheeither 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 werepolished with a clear lacquer.I had given many massages before. Let's face it, if your a sub that's one ofthe 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 ballof her foot and started my magic. In a few minutes Sheila's eyes were halfclosed. 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 tightcalves 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 herfoot, but I somehow refrained. Right before we arrived at the lake westopped 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 friendsalmost as if they were strangers. I had never fantasized about them sexuallybefore. 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 fairlydeserted. Probably everyone was waiting for the July 4th weekend. We found aperfect 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 timesbefore, so by ten the campsite was in order, even the fire was burning. Thenight 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 wasdoing something in the tent. I always knew Tom never had a jealous bone inhis 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 youthink. 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 ofLevi's, a red and black checked flannel shirt, and a pair of tennies. Herthick 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 satbetween 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 ordare.""So who goes first?" I asked
"We're all good friends here," Sheila said "So let's cut the dare part andjust be totally honest with each other. One question at a time for eachperson. 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 thebeer, 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 threequestions, 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 timethis game was over, my two best friends would know everything about me. Whatthe hell, after the ride down here, I'm sure they had suspicions anyway.
"All right John. You obviously enjoyed massaging Sheila, you also admittedyour pleasure is giving more than receiving. My question is would you alsomassage 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 betruthful. Not only with this question but all of them, no matter howpersonal. 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 myshoulders 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 tobecome 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 verbaladmittance. 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 verytalented 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 bethere if I wanted you to."Damn. She was so perceptive. It seemed she was always a step ahead of me. Iwas 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 afoot 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 havemy 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 acriminal 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, themore 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 shespoke, 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. Ifyour answer is what we think, then this part of the game is over, but ourdiscussion 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. Theywere 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 callme."As soon as I said that, I could feel the blood rushing to my face. I hope Ididn'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 Iaren't as naive as you might think. Since you've been doing most of theconfessing, 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 anagreement 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 couplesacquired a slave. All of us had talked about D&S relationships before. Andwe 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 asdemanding as Tom and I. Well, almost as demanding. Anyway, the other couplekept 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, thecouple 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 inbed," Sheila smiled. "And of course the best part was the sex, she trulyloved 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 fewpotentials, in public places of course. But none of them seemed to be justright.""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 enteringthis lifestyle. We decided after several interviews that going with astranger 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 wrongpeople. I mean, let's face it, most of society still thinks that D&S iswhips and chains. They don't understand how mentally erotic it really is.
God, the worst turnoff I could imagine is forcing someone to do somethingagainst their will.""Like Tom said, we had almost given up. Then last month I was shoppingdowntown 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 tohave lunch together. We had a couple of glasses of wine too many and startedto 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 myinterest peaked. I asked her what were these special talents you had. Shesaid 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 onher for hours. Susan also told me all about your foot fetish. She told methe 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 lovertoo. She still has fond memories of you. She's tried to get her husbandScott 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 youas her slave.""You should have seen how excited Sheila was when she came home late thatafternoon." 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 theexcitement I asked. She told me she had some possibly very good news, and weshould 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 pointwith 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 foundthe perfect person, but there might be one problem. What kind of problem heasked. 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 notgoing to lie to you. I really like being sucked by another man, but I don'tlike 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. Theywere 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. "Ofcourse 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 bestfriends. Tom said, you mean John? The one and only, I said. I went on toexplain 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 youfor half the night, then had some of the best sex we've had in a long timethe 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 wholetrip has been carefully planned. We're not trying to set you up, John. Thisis 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, nothingchanges. We totally understand and accept your decision. If you decide youwould 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 againstyour will, but we will always be trying to expand your horizons. We haveeducated ourselves enough on this lifestyle to know that a true submissive
really craves that feeling of being owned. Believe me when I tell you thisJohn, 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, youshould know that Sheila will be doing most of the training. It was her ideaoriginally 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 reallyturns me on.""Before we go any further" Sheila said "Tom and I need to know if we arewasting 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 beyondbelief. 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 havebeen 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 forthem 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 verymuch."Now that we know you find the idea appealing, let's cover the possibleobstacles." 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 sexuallyas 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 hiswife and her male lover. Before I could finish the story, I had a veryexplosive 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 beallowed any sexual relief without our permission. You will not only beserving 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 thinkJohn 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 beexpected 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 nightsounded so eerie. The crickets, the crackling of the fire, the leaves
rustling from a light breeze. They all sounded amplified. I was waiting fortheir 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. Anytimeyou truly just can't take anymore, no matter what it is, then use the codeword. 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, therewill 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 eachother. 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 totalconfidence."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 youwill 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 thewait.""I couldn't agree more" Tom smiled.
"We'll see you inside the tent in no more than fifteen minutes, slave." Sheilasaid."And make sure the fire is completely out." Tom added."Yes sir." I replied.

A SLAVE'S ROAD...PART 2

Sheila and Tom went inside the tent leaving me with my chores. I noticed assoon as I committed myself, their attitudes changed immediately. I sensed analoofness in them, as if they were better than me. I was a nervous wreck. I
had never been so excited and scared in my life. I was dizzy with lust. Isoon had all the beer cans put away, made sure all the food was protectedfrom the raccoons, and put the fire out. I walked to the entrance flap of
the tent. I heard them talking and laughing inside. I tapped on the canvas door."Yes?" answered Tom."May I have permission to come in sir?"I heard them talking to each other, but they kept their voices low enough
where I couldn't understand what they said. Sheila spoke next."We want you to get on your knees slave, and crawl in our tent. You willcome just inside the door and wait for further instructions."
I dropped to my knees. I then opened the flap and crawled in. The inside wasilluminated softly with a lantern. The tent was very spacious. You couldeasily stand up in it. Of course, I didn't have to worry about that. A twin
size air mattress was centered against the back of the tent, layinglengthwise from back to front. It was covered with a white sheet. Light blueblankets were turned down about half way down the bed. Two large feather
pillows lay at the head. I noticed a single air mattress was laying at thefoot of their mattress. It had a sheet and blanket of it's own. The headarea was at the left foot of their mattress as you faced toward the end. It
had no pillow.As I was taking all of this in, Tom and Sheila were smiling at me. Tom wassitting in a lawn chair to the right of their bed. He had on a dark blueterry cloth robe. I don't know what was underneath. His legs and feet were
bare. Sheila was standing to his right, between him and the mattress. Shehad removed her jeans but still had on her red and black checked flannelshirt. It wasn't buttoned at all. Through the opening of the shirt I could
see her breast were bare. I could also see she had on black bikini panties.She had put a gold anklet on her left ankle. Her left hand was on herhusband's shoulder and her right hand was holding a collar and leash. She
looked positively beautiful. It was Sheila who spoke first."We want you completely naked slave. Fold your clothes and put them at thefoot of your bed. Then crawl over and kneel in front of us."
I did as she ordered without saying a word. I was now kneeling in front ofthem. I could smell Sheila's perfume. It smelled faintly of an exoticwildflower. Sheila spoke again."You're not what you really called well hung, are you? No matter, you won't
be using it much anyway. Tonight you are going to start getting used to thesmells and tastes of our bodies. You will only touch us when told to do so.You will also wear this collar as a symbol of your submission."
Her voice wasn't stern. She wasn't yelling. She was even smiling when shewas talking to me. She was cool and confident. I found her so sexy. My dickwas starting to grow.She stepped right in front of me. Her mound was no more than two inches from
my face. I could actually smell her excitement. She placed the collar aroundmy neck and fastened it. She then attached the leash. She patted my head."Your such a nice dog" she chuckled. "Do you know any tricks?" I was silent.
She suddenly jerked the leash....hard."Heel!" she commanded as she pulled me to her right.I heeled by her side. She walked in front of me about six feet, the lengthof the leash. She stood their smiling at me, feet slightly apart. Tom was
sitting comfortably in his chair, ankles crossed in front of him, and alarge smile across his face. He was truly enjoying this show. He had untiedhis robe. He was playing with himself. His cock was rock hard. It was also
quite large. A good eight inches, and thick. He was much larger than me."Crawl!" Sheila pulled the leash toward her. I knelt right in front of her."Roll over on your back, dog." I laid on my back with my head at her feet.
"Your such an obedient little dog" she teased.She then stepped over my face, and sat on the edge of the air mattress. Iwas laying about two feet away. She had her knees bent so her heels weretouching the edge of the mattress. She then crossed her left leg over her
right. Her foot was swinging over my face. God, what a beautiful sight! Hertoes looked so long and plump. Her arch so high. The ankle bracelet was theperfect touch. Her foot kept getting lower and lower. It was now an inch
above my face. I could smell it's aroma. The combination of her foot beingin her leather flats and tennies all evening gave off an earthy sexy smell.It was intoxicating. She finally lowered her foot onto my face. The smell
and feel of her foot on my face was overwhelming. I never felt moresubmissive in my life. She then spoke."I'm ready to see just how good your mouth is, slut. I want you to worshipmy foot from heel to toe. If you do a good job, I'll let you do the other.
I started at her toes. Slowly and sensously sucking them, licking in betweenthem. I could taste and feel a little toe jam in my mouth. I savored it likefine caviar. My passion kept growing. I was a madman inside, trying to stay
half way calm on the outside. I continued down her sole, nibbling gentlywith my teeth at the ball of her foot, kissing her instep, sucking on herheel. I noticed her breathing was growing quite heavy. This gave me a sense
of pride that I was pleasing her. I knew her spell was being wound verysecure around me."mmm," she groaned. "You were born to serve!"She then uncrossed her leg, laid back on the mattress, and placed her other
foot on my face. Her left foot rested on my chest."Worship" was the only word she said.I worshipped her other foot with as much or more passion than the first. Shewas really turned on, moaning when my warm wet tongue snaked between her
toes, and lapped at her sole. I could smell that her pussy was getting moreexcited. I glanced over at Tom. He was stroking his cock, obviously gettingoff on my slavish actions. His eyes met mine and the corners of his mouth
turned up in a slight smile. I turned my attention back to worshipping hiswife's foot.Then Tom got up and stepped above my chest, one leg on each side of me,facing my head. He once again locked his eyes on mine. He then removed his
robe, and threw it on the chair. His huge dick seemed to have a life of it'sown, throbbing above me. He stroked it a few times never taking his eyesaway from mine. He then stepped over me and laid beside Sheila. They started
making out with incredible passion . Soon they were going at each other likea couple of animals. I saw Sheila's shirt land on the floor beside me. Ijust watched in awe as these two people made love. I could see Sheila's hand
grasping her panties while Tom was on top of her, fucking the hell out ofher. Their moans were growing louder and louder. You could tell they werereaching their peak. Soon, they were both screaming, each having an
explosive orgasm.It got very quiet. I could hear the crickets again outside the tent. Then Iheard them whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears. Sheila's voicealmost startled me."John?"
"Yes Mistress?""Lay on your back on the mattress at the foot of our bed.""Yes maam."I laid down as she instructed me to. I heard them whispering something, thenchuckling. The lantern was still burning. I heard someone get up. The foot
steps were coming towards me. Sheila was standing by the head of mymattress. She looked down at me and smiled. She was naked, but holding herblack panties against her pussy."As I told you earlier John, you need to get used to the taste and smells of our
bodies."She was rubbing her panties inside of her crotch."I can't think of a better way to get started than to taste my cum soakedpanties the rest of the night. Open your mouth."I opened wide. She stepped above my face, and took the panties away. A glob
of cum fell out of her pussy and landed on the right side of my face."Oh. We can't waste that now, can we?"She then scooped up most of the cum with her toes, and stuck them in mymouth. It tasted salty.
" Make sure you get it all, John. I don't want sticky toes" she laughed.Tom was sitting up in bed watching the entire show. His dick was already hardagain.After I cleaned the cum completely off her foot, she then sat on my chest.
Her bare pussy was actually touching me. I felt honored. Her pussy wasbeautiful, soft lips and a small triangle of reddish blonde pubic hair. Ithad been perfectly trimmed. She told me to open my mouth again. She then
stuffed the soaked panties inside my mouth. I could immediately taste bothher and Tom's cum. At first it was so strong, but after their juices startedmixing with my saliva, and I started swallowing, it became more mellow.
"I want those to stay in there all night. Is that understood slave?"I nodded my head yes."Good, and don't jack-off either." She patted my cheek a couple of timeswith her hand. "Sleep well" she laughed. She then got up and instead of
walking around me she stepped on my chest on her way back to bed. I was sohorny, my balls were starting to hurt. Sheila stopped about half way uptheir bed. She laid next to Tom, with her head at his crotch. She started
going down on him. She made sure I could see everything perfectly. Sheturned and looked at me."Watch carefully, you may be next." she said.Tom started moaning louder and louder. When he was ready to cum, she climbed
on top of him, and fucked the hell out of him. Once again, they both hadintense orgasms. Tom reached over and turned down the lantern."Good night slut," Tom said."Good night sir," I muffled through the panties.
Sheila and Tom fell asleep holding each other. I had a serious case of blueballs. I couldn't help it. I stroked my dick a couple of times and came allover the blanket. I soon drifted off to sleep.I awoke with a foot in my face. Sheila was standing above me smiling down at
me. She had already freshened up and changed into a pair of jeans and aT-shirt. She was still barefoot. Tom was putting his shoes on."Wake up sleepy head," she chirped. "You've got breakfast to cook."
She kicked the blanket off me. Her smile left her face and her eyes narrowed."What's this, John," she asked, pointing her foot to a wet spot in the blanket.I took the panties out of my mouth. "I.......I couldn't help it," I
stuttered. "I was so horny I needed relief."I had never seen Sheila mad before. I'm sure Tom and her had theirarguments, but she was always pleasant in front of me."Get on your knees, NOW!" she ordered.
I obeyed. She put her hand under my chin, forcing my face upward. Shelowered her face about a foot away from mine. When she spoke her voice waslow, almost a whisper."You've committed your first mistake. When I tell you to do something, you
do it. When I tell you not to do something, then don't do it.""But my balls were".........SMACKShe slapped my face with such force, I fell over. I couldn't believe she hitme. By this time Tom was by her side, looking on. She rolled me on my back
with her foot. She was deceivingly strong. She put her foot on my chest andleaned her weight on it. Her eyes narrowed again when she spoke."There are no excuses when you're a slave. This is not a damn game John. If
you're not serious about this commitment, then we'll end this relationshipright now. Am I understood?""Yes Mistress," I stammered."Then get your ass out there and cook our breakfast. We want scrambled eggs,
bacon, and coffee. We'll deal with your punishment later.""Yes Maam."She took her foot off me and walked away. I got dressed, went outside, andstarted the fire. By the time they came out, the coffee was made and I was
just mixing the eggs. They bought out two lawn chairs and sat down in them."We'll take some coffee over here" demanded Tom."Yes sir," I replied. "Sugar or cream?""Black for both of us," Sheila said.
I served their coffee. She seemed like she was in a better mood. At least Ihoped so. I could still feel the sting in my cheek. I would have neverguessed she was so dominant. I actually feared her a little bit. Not that
she would lose control and injure me, but that she would totally break meand really enslave me. But wasn't that what I wanted? Now that I could seeit could actually happen, it scared me. I was confused, and I sensed that's
exactly how she wanted me at this stage.I served up two plates of eggs and bacon and served it to them. I thenwalked back and started to fix myself a plate."What do you think you're doing?" asked Tom.
"Just getting something for myself, sir""We still haven't forgiven you for cumming without permission," Tom said."You can come over here and beg for scraps."I walked over to them. I didn't know what they wanted me to do. Sheila let me
know real quick."On your knees slave," she said.I kneeled before them. They sat there eating their breakfast as if I wasn'tthere."I need someplace to put my coffee," Sheila said.
"Not a problem," Tom answered. "We can use our little slave here as a table.Move between our chairs, and get on all fours."I crawled around so I was facing the same direction as them. My back was
even with the chairs, my head extending out. Sheila put her coffee mug on myback first."Oh! It's hot" I said."Here, let me see if I can even the heat out a little," Tom said. He then
put his mug on his side of my back. I tightened my jaws and with stood thepain. They carried on once again as if I wasn't there. Sheila had on a pairof flip flops, and was swinging her foot right in front of my face. She
obviously would use at every chance my weakness for her feet. God, she knewjust how to manipulate me. She was becoming a goddess in my eyes.After Sheila was through eating, she got up and filled her plate with more
eggs and bacon. When she came back, she placed the plate on the ground infront of my face. Tom removed his mug off my back. I could feel his hand onthe back of my head pushing my face toward the plate. He let go when I
started eating. Sheila was still standing in front of me. I watched out ofthe corner of my eye as she slipped off her right thong. Her bare footraised up, and then I felt it's pressure on my neck. She pushed hard,
grinding my face in the food. "Eat hardy" she laughed.I ate everything on the plate, even licking it clean when I was through. Ithen cleaned up the mess while Tom and Sheila got the boat ready. When
everything was ready, we trailered the boat down to the ramp.A Ranger bass boat is the Rolls Royce of bass boats. This boat was huge. Itwas 20' long and had a 9' beam. The two fishing seats were front and rear on
elevated decks. Large storage spaces were under the decks. The middle areawas sunken, with luxurious seating that curved around one side. It hadenough electronics on it to navigate the space shuttle. Tom and Sheila were
serious when it came to bass fishing, however this trip it was second fiddleto my training. It was already 10:00 AM. Normally these two would be on thewater at daybreak. Tom launched the boat in the water, and parked the van.
Sheila and I waited in the boat at the dock. While Tom was walking down tous, Sheila took off her jeans and T-shirt. She was wearing a black thongbikini. Her breast were spilling out of her top, while the bottom was just a
string up the crack of her ass, around her hips, and a patch of materialbarely covering her mound. Her ass was beautiful. It wasn't skinny. It waswhat I call a woman's ass, creamy smooth, rounded, and firm. There was also
no tan lines, not even behind the strings. She pulled out some suntan lotionand handed it to me."Here, make yourself useful," she smiled.As I was putting the lotion on we started to chit chat. It was almost like
old times, before I was their slave. Her voice was friendly and she was smiling."So," she said "I haven't heard you use the code word yet, so I assumeyou're handling your servitude all right."
"To be honest, I haven't even thought about it. I can't imagine anythingthat I wouldn't do for you two.""Oh," she laughed. "We haven't even started yet. But I appreciate your
attitude. Even after you accepted our offer, we had doubts if you were trulysubmissive enough. In fact, we still do. That's why we're really putting youto the test this weekend. If you can't handle this weekend, then there's no
use to continue this relationship.""What if I pass your test with flying colors?" I asked.She looked right to my soul again with those big, green eyes. She paused acouple of seconds as if to bring importance to her next statement.
"Then the real slavery begins. We have long range plans for you John. Thisisn't some weekend fantasy for us. Tom and I have been looking for someonelike you for almost two years. So if you're for real, you'll be a very
important part of our life, like an extension of our little family. Eventhough you'll be used and abused, we'll still love you in a special way.Does that make sense to you?"It's as if what she said, was what I had always craved, but could never
quite see it that clearly, until now. As strange as it sounds to most"normal" people, I know I could never be happy, for long anyway, in arelationship where I wasn't a slave. But, like everyone else I also have
basic needs of being loved and needed. My submissivenes is a part of me thatgoes back as far as my memory, long before I knew that sex even existed. Itseemed she intuitively knew this. My intuition was telling me that she had
always had dominant sexual feelings. Maybe they were dormant for part of herlife, but this came to natural for her to just be acting from text. By thetime my mind processed what she had said, it was too late to really respond.
Her smile told me I didn't have to.As I finished rubbing her lotion on, Tom finally arrived from parking thevan. He sat in the driver's seat, Sheila next to him, and I along the sideseat. We idled out of the ramp area, then Tom put the gas to the 200 horse
Yamaha. In no time at all we were cruising at 50 M.P.H.Patoka reservoir was the biggest body of water in Indiana. It was almost20,000 surface acres. You could fish parts of it, where you wouldn't seeanother boat all day. It was located in the southern part of the state,
which is all hills and trees. The closest town is French Lick. No, I am notmaking this up. French Lick is known for two things. During the 1920's and30's it used to be the resort getaway for the Mafia kingpins. Al Capone had
a luxurious hotel built here. They had natural sulfur springs that everyoneback then thought was therapeutic. The hotel actually had these sulfur bathsthat the guest paid big bucks to soak in. The second thing French Lick is
known for is it is the home of Larry Bird.Anyway, enough of French Lick history. We went about eight to ten miles upthe lake, and turned in a large bay. There were a few boats fishing themouth, but after we went in a little, we were alone. Tom pulled the boat
about twenty feet from a wooded bank. He turned off the outboard, moved tothe front fishing seat, and started using the electric trolling motor toslowly fish parallel to the bank. Sheila sat in the rear fishing seat, and
started casting. I grabbed a rod and started to fish standing up from themiddle."John," Sheila said. "You won't be fishing today. You'll be too busy taking careof us.""As a matter of fact, I could use a coke," Tom said.
I put the rod down, and went to the cooler to get Tom a coke. Meanwhile, hestripped off his jeans and T-shirt to reveal red swim trunks. They were thelong style that ended about six inches above his knees. Tom and Sheila
already had good tans this year. Sheila's wasn't real dark, just enoughcolor to give her that healthy outdoorsy look. Tom was always dark in thesummer, even in the winter his skin was an olive color. I handed Tom the
coke, and asked Sheila if she wanted anything."Not now," she said. "But aren't you getting a little warm in those jeans?""I'm fine, maam" I answered. "Besides I didn't bring my swim trunks anyway."
"That's not a problem," she responded. "I'll get you a pair out of the storage.""That's not necessary maam.""I insist" she smiled.Sheila went to the storage and grabbed some clothing. She then turned
around, and tossed it at me. I was holding a pair of a woman's pink bikinibottoms. My face felt like it turned the same color as the bikini."Strip," Sheila teased, "and put them on."
I looked around and saw no one. I took off everything, and put on thebottoms. They were tight, but I managed to get them on. They barely covered mydick."Turn around, we want to see how cute you look," Sheila smiled.
I did as she asked. I noticed Tom had quit fishing and was enjoying the show."Nice ass," she said. "But something is missing."She had a mischievous smile on her face. She returned to the storage
compartment, and tossed me another piece of clothing. It was the matchingtop. I was mortified beyond belief."Put it on," Sheila demanded.I hesitated. I couldn't help it. It was so humiliating.
"NOW!" she commanded.I obeyed. She walked behind me and tied the back. She then made me walk infront of her and Tom like some kind of model."Swing those hips a little," Tom ordered.
I started swinging my hips and acting more feminine. They were both smiling,but not laughing. I could tell it was turning them on."Our own little sissy slut," Sheila mused."Gets me hot just thinking about it," Tom answered back.
"Just a couple more accessories to make him perfect." Sheila said.She then reached for her purse and took out a pair of large dangling, goldearrings. She clipped them to my ears."We're going to have to get those pierced eventually," she said.
She then went back to the storage and got the dog collar and leash I worethe night before. She attached it to my neck, and snapped on the leash."The final touch," she smiled.I am not a transvestite. I have never had a desire to go home by myself and
get dressed up. But, the humiliation of being forced to dress and act liketheir slut had a very profound effect on me. My dick was so hard, the headwas poking out the top of my bikini."My my," Sheila teased, as she massaged my hard-on. "I do believe he enjoys
this.""Sure seems that way. You know what Sheila, I think when he's wearingfeminine attire, he should have a feminine name," Tom smiled."Good idea, hon. Something similar to his real name. I've go it. How about
Joanie?""Perfect," Tom said. "I got my first blow job by a girl named Joanie.""I'm sure this Joanie will be much better." Sheila laughed."I'm getting so damn hot thinking about all the possibilities," Tom said.
"And just think, if everything goes right, he's, or should I say she's oursanytime we want. At our beck and call 24 hours a day. Do you think you canhandle that.....Joanie," he asked.Sheila was still rubbing my dick, feeling it grow more, knowing that I was
turned on every bit as much as they were."Yes sir," I answered. "I'll always look forward to serving the two of youanytime you wish.""We'll see," Sheila smiled. "Tom, let's head on back to our special spot."
"John, I mean Joanie," Tom said. "You can drive the boat while I spend sometime with my beautiful wife.""Yes sir"I got behind the steering console and idled further back into the bay.
Sheila and Tom sat in the long seat running along the side. Sheila was inthe corner, holding the leash, while Tom was seated on her left. Theystarted passionately making out. Sheila pulled down Tom's trunks and he
kicked them off. He was totally aroused. Sheila was stroking his dick whilethey were kissing. After idling a couple of miles back, they finally separated."Pull over there under that big oak tree and anchor the boat," Tom said.
I did as instructed. It was a perfect spot. This far back the bay was morelike a wide creek in the middle of a hilly forest. The trees were so thick,the sun was almost completely blocked out. Sheila stripped out of her suit,
and they the resumed making out. I felt like a voyeur. Sheila then tugged onmy leash. She pulled me in front of her, reached behind my head and forcedmy face to her crotch. This was all done without missing a beat with Tom.
Their seat was less than a foot off the floor, so I was half kneeling andhalf laying.Her pussy tasted like honey. God, she was creaming so much, and I waslapping it all up. I started kissing and nibbling the outside of her mound.
I then moved into her crack, slowly licking from the crack of her ass to thetop of her cunt. I eventually started to zero in on her clit. It was like aminiature dick. I was gently sucking, nibbling, and licking it. I could stay
down here forever. After about fifteen minutes, she exploded into an orgasm.I kept right on eating her. I was so into serving her, her voice startled me."Look at him Tom, he truly loves this."She then pulled my head up and looked into my eyes. She had a serious look.
I sensed my life was about to take another leap down the road to slavery.When she spoke, her voice was soft and strong at the same time."I think it's time you start learning how to serve the other half. Do you
think you're ready?""As I told you before Mistress, I have never been with a man. But not onlywill I do as commanded, I will look on it as a privilege.""I won't be too hard on you the first time," Tom said.
Sheila handed Tom the leash. He pulled me over so I was kneeling in front ofhim. His cock was about half hard and dripping with pre-cum. He looked intomy eyes and spoke."When you're serving me sexually, sir won't be good enough. I want to be
addressed as Master. Am I understood?""Yes Master," I said."Good," he smiled. "Now that we've got that straight, we can begin yourlesson. You obviously know what feels good to yourself, so that will be a
good place to start with me. You know, licking the underside of my balls,sucking my balls, licking my head, and of course deep throating me. The lastpart might take a little practice, but you'll get the hang of it after
you've choked a few times."Talk about butterflies in your stomach, I was scared shitless. It's justthat I never had even fantasized about another man, and here I was about tosuck the dick of my best friend. Sheila sensed my apprehension.
"Don't worry Joanie," she said. "The first time is the hardest, and I'llguide you the whole way."Her voice sounded like a concerned friend instead of a Mistress, until yourealized of course she was still referring to me as their feminine slut, and
was telling me to go down on her husband. She could make anything soundacceptable to me."Why don't you first lick the pre-cum, and get used to the taste," she said.I froze. I was so nervous I couldn't move. Sheila reached over and put her
hand behind my neck. She gently but firmly pushed my face down to Tom's dick."Go ahead and lick it, slut," she cooed.I opened my mouth and started sucking the pre-cum off. I had about half his
dick in my mouth, while I was swirling my tongue around it's head. I felthim grow inside my mouth. What a strange feeling. I couldn't believe I wasreally doing this. The taste was a little salty, but not revolting at all.
Sheila increased the pressure on my head."Come on, Joanie," she said. "You can take more than that."Tom was fully aroused now, and I had most of his cock in my mouth. I couldfeel it working it's way into my throat. Sheila pushed harder, and I started
to choke a little. She eased up."Just relax your throat, and it will go down," she said.I followed her advice and got his cock all the way down. Once I wasswallowing all of it, she let go of my head. Then Tom put both hands on the
back of my head and started fucking my mouth like a pussy. Sheila was in herown world of lust, looking on, while playing with herself."He's such a natural," Tom moaned. But then he pushed my head away. "Lay on
your back slut, right under my cock." I did as he said. He was sitting onthe edge of the seat and his balls were laying on my face. Sheila got up andstood over my body. I felt her foot on my dick. I had never been harder.
"Look's like he's enjoying this as much as us," Sheila teased. She thenwalked up above my chest. She put her foot on Tom's dick and pushed downuntil his balls were over my mouth. "Suck them, Joanie," she smiled.
I sucked for all I was worth. Tom started moaning, I knew he was close tocumming. Between her massaging his dick and me sucking his balls, I don'tsee how he lasted this long. Sheila stepped up and sat on Tom's dick, her
legs dangling over the side of the boat. Both crotches were on my face."I'm going to fuck you silly hon., while our slut tongues both of us. Do youhear me, slave?" she asked.I some how muffled an affirmative. They started a slow grinding fuck. I was
alternately sucking his balls and licking her pussy as Tom's dick pumped inand out. Their moans became louder and their fucking faster. I knew theywere close. Then they were both screaming in ecstasy. I felt Tom's cum shoot
up in Sheila's cunt. They both just lay there on my face, recouping fromtheir intense orgasms. Tom's dick finally plopped out of Sheila's pussy. Hiscum started oozing over my face."Looks like Joanie has got a mess to clean up" Sheila laughed. She then
placed her pussy right over my mouth. "I want every drop licked up andswallowed.""And when you're finished with her, you can clean me off," Tom added.I sucked every drop out of her pussy, and then licked the outside clean. She
then got off of me and sat next to Tom. Tom tugged the leash so my face waslevel with his cock."Clean it," he smiled."As you wish Master Tom," I said. I then sucked and licked his cock clean.
"My balls still feel sticky slave. Put them in your mouth and suck them clean.""Yes Master." I took one ball at a time and sucked it clean. I even lickedand sucked the underside, going to the edge of his crack.
"You truly love to serve, don't you?" Tom asked."More than anything in this world." I answered back."All this time," Sheila said, "we've been looking for the perfect slave.
Someone intelligent, real, normal, and attractive. And you've been under ournose the whole time. Why haven't you ever mentioned your sexual desires tous before?""It's not something you talk about with other people Mistress. Ninety nine
out of a hundred would think you are some kind of pervert, possibly evendangerous. I never imagined that you two would even know about thislifestyle, let alone be active in it.""Can you handle the idea of your best friends owning you?" Tom asked.
"In any relationship," I said, "trust is the glue that holds everythingtogether. In this type of relationship, it is even more important. I can'tthink of anyone else who I trust more than you two. Even though I never
thought of you in a sexual way, now that I know that you are both into thislifestyle, I couldn't think of anyone else I would rather serve.""I think were just starting to open up a whole new world for all of us,"
Sheila said. "I'm already thinking of all kinds of things we're going to beusing you for down the road.""A penny for your thoughts." I said.She then put her foot on my cock and said "All in good time my little pet.
Besides, we've got to punish you for your misdeed last night.""I thought you might have forgiven me, since it was my first offense.""Not a chance. Just because you want to be our slave, doesn't mean your
perfect. We're going to train you to be just the way we want, which may ormay not be part of your fantasies.""I understand.

Part 3.... A slave's Road....

Back In The CityWe hit the south side of Indy about 1:00 PM. I lived in an apartment complexon the far northwest side, and Tom and Sheila lived about 15 to 20 milesnorthwest 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 lotsare common, and one acre lots are not at all uncommon. When the suburbsstarted filling up in the seventies, people started moving to the nearby
towns, and the country surrounding them. Tom and Sheila bought ten acres ofland outside of a little town called Whitestown. Their land had actuallybeen 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 awork shop. Tom was an architect, so he and Sheila had designed almosteverything that was man made on that property, from the half mile driveway
through the woods, to the enormous fire place in the family room. Sincetheir property was basically a small forest, except for the small clearingaround 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 oakceiling beams. The back of the house opened up into a huge lanai, equippedwith cushioned redwood furniture, a built in limestone gas grill, wet bar,
and a large sunken Jacuzzi. Even though the house could have been displayedin Better Homes and Gardens, Sheila and Tom are not the type to showcasetheir 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-shirtwithout 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 permanentbasis. I figured if it happens, it happens. If that's your only objectivewhen 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 loveto 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, farbe 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 lifewho enjoyed the dominant role as a game. But when the game was overeverything 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 attheir beck and call. They might not want you as a husband or boyfriend, butwould 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 theparking area and stopped in front of my apartment, I thanked them for awonderful 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 asthey 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 Ithought I would take some time off myself. I'm semi retired now anyway. Youdo 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 thinkhon?""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 nightand reap the rewards,""I don't think I'll have any trouble bending him to our ways," Sheilasmiled. "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 dinnerfor 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 seventhen.""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, nomasturbating."I gathered up my gear and headed up to my apartment. It had been a longweekend, 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 Iclosed my eyes I thought of the last two days. So much had transpired. I wasgetting 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 bemy only chance to live out my fantasy. One advantage of knowing them for somany 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 satisfyall of their needs. The idea of being rejected as their slave at this pointwould 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 blewthe big one. At my age, I knew this was now or never. Sheila was sodemanding. 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 asan intelligent, cheerful, and sexy woman with a good sense of humor. Theperfect wife, the perfect hostess, a successful real estate broker, and a
good friend. Never before this weekend would I had ever thought she desireda slave. Just the thought of her owning and using me almost made me cum. Iwas 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 actuallyadmired his confidence and courage. I didn't mind a bit that he didn't wantto 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. Igot up, took a long, hot shower, shaved, brushed my teeth, and packed abouta 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, andpicked up our dinners as instructed. I was ringing their doorbell at 7:00sharp. 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 thebutcher block table. This was where they ate most of their meals. It wascomfortable and informal. They had the dining room for their more formal
dinners. The table was set for three people. A carafe of blush Chablis wasin the middle of the table. I noticed their glasses and the carafe wereabout 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 hadon 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 everybodywhat they had ordered, and sat down."Tom and I were just discussing how best to train you. We took the libertyof 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 fewitems 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 enjoyeverything 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 painyou 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 dinnerbefore it gets cold."We all ate and drank heartily. The conversation was interesting, but I
definitely felt the change in our relationship. Even during casualconversation I felt like a second class citizen. I'm sure this wasintentional 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 upthe mess, and meet them on the lanai. I was also told to strip naked beforecoming 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 littleuneasy 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 aglass, and asked if they needed anything else.
"Just leave the bottle here and lay on your back in front of the couch." Sheilasaid.I lay down with my head toward Sheila and the rest of me toward Tom. Theywasted 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. Ofcourse 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 asone."At that moment Sheila bent down, and with her face about a foot away frommine, 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 acouple of hairs singe. My skin got hot, but the ash went out before it burntme. 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 youwould 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 justlooked 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 campfirethat I wasn't a sadist, but using you like this, inflicting humiliation andpain 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 acouple 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. Nextthing I knew, Tom was prying open my mouth and stuffing his boxer shortsdown 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 thatorgasmic pitch. Finally, they both came together. I knew by now they wouldbe 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 beautifulmound. 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 wascompletely clean. I felt myself becoming very aroused. My balls were inagony. 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 arenot totally without feelings for your needs. Turn around with your head atthe 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 themback 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 aroundbetween my legs. He then put his foot on my balls and pushed hard, causingme 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 ittook. 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 forcefeeding it to me. When she was through feeding me, she and Tom just sat backnaked, sipping their wine, enjoying the beautiful summer night. They
snuggled, and talked about things any normal married couple would talkabout. Of course they were still using me as their rug as though I was trulyjust 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 Sheilaspoke to me."We are going to bed slave. I want you to clean up our mess, and come up toour bedroom when you are finished."
"As you wish Mistress."They both stood up, stepped over me and left me on the floor with anotherwoody. I got up, cleared the glasses, bottle of wine, and ashtray. I put thewine 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 atri-level, it was only a half flight of stairs. This part of the house wasover 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. Iremembered 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 tallwindows on each side of it. It was built with red brick and trimmed withnative 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 orientalrugs 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 theirbed. I'm sure it was specially ordered as it was larger than a king size. Itwas solid oak with a beautiful canopy over it. A transparent light blue silk
material covered it. The covering could be rolled down to completely encloseyou. All their furniture was solid oak. On the opposite wall their wereFrench doors leading to a balcony running the entire length of the room. The
furnishings on the balcony were comfortable, while the view looking downinto the woods was spectacular. Their was a small creek barely visiblethrough 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 mirroreddoor that opened into the closet. The walk-in closet was luxuriouslycarpeted. The left side contained Sheila's clothes and shoes, while the
right side was for Toms' attire. Everything was organized. Of the hundred orso pairs of Sheila's shoes, about twenty were on the floor. I figured thesewere 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 ofall her shoes and clothes had always stayed in my memory. I realized I hadalways had a crush on Sheila. I just never imagined in my wildest
imagination that anything would develop, so I guess I kept those feelingssuppressed. Just goes to show that truth is stranger than fiction. On theside 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 adouble sink with a professional make-up mirror where you could control thelighting to the type of atmosphere you would be in. The counter and shelves
were neatly filled with cosmetics, nail polishes, hair products, bodylotions, etc. In front of each sink were two padded stools that came up tothe 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 werecompletely 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 jadegreen marble. The double size bath tub was elevated on a deck. There wereJacuzzi 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 thedoorway, not wanting to intrude. They were still naked laying on top of the
comforter. They both kept watching TV, and ignoring my presence. I waiteduntil 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 asurge of anxiety run through me. There was some uncomfortable silence before Ispoke."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 lastmonth, 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, lookingme straight in the eye. She then placed her foot on my chest and pushedhard. 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. Tomjust watched TV as if I were not even there. After about fifteen or twentyminutes 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 wearinga leather bikini. The top and bottom were just a framework made from blackleather 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 creviceof 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 myeyes. There was bondage equipment, gags, butt plugs, clamps, different typesof 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 thecloset 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 asmall 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 feltthe intense sting on my back. I then saw her smile and the lust filling hereyes. 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. Thistime I cried out. Then another one, even harder. Again and again she broughtthe 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 forseveral minutes, although itseemed like much more. When she was through, I was moaning in pain. I neverfelt 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 thewall, about six inches off the floor. It was on her side of the closet, nextto 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 ofher 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 thanmy 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 wassilence. They drifted off to sleep, and I lay awake feeling more like aslave 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 turnedaway and walked to the bathroom. He left the door opened, because the nextthing 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 afew minutes. Then the sink faucet came on in the dressing room. I heard himshaving, 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 laterhe came back into the closet wearing a business suit, looking ready for aday at the office."You two have fun today," he chirped.
He walked out into the bedroom. Ten minutes later I heard his car startingand the garage door opening below me. I lay there on the closet floorwaiting 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. Sheeven looked beautiful first thing out of bed. She walked over to me, placingher 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 thenstood up."While I'm doing my morning workout in the exercise room, I want you to callwork 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 willconstantly 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 ownyou. 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. Doyou 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, meetme back up here. Naked of course."With that she returned to the bedroom, put on a pair of black silk likejogging shorts, a white sleeveless T-shirt, white socks and black high top
cross trainer shoes. She then exited with out saying another word. I calledwork and scheduled my vacation. As predicted, there was no problem. I thenwent 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, turnedon the shower and stripped. I took a long, hot shower. I then got out andstarted 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 cameoff. It made me feel feminine. I looked at myself in the mirror. Even thoughI 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 theshaving cream. I sat down on the edge of the tub and proceeded to stroke therazor 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 themirror. 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 beingtheir slave. But I also knew I couldn't live the rest of my life in theirdomain. 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 toit. I then went back upstairs and waited for Mistress Sheila. I grabbed amagazine, 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 fullchorus. This was a special feeling. It was the same kind of feeling I hadthe 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 realizingthe sexiest part of her was her intelligence. She was so cool, calm, and incontrol. Her honesty was genuine. This was as much her fantasy as it was
mine, and she didn't try to hide that.

A slave's Road-part 4

My mind was a thousand miles away as I sat on her balcony."Day dreaming?"Her voice brought me out of my trance."Just enjoying the morning," I said.
"Stand up, let me see your freshly shaved body."I stood, facing her. She cupped my balls. My dick started growing. She thenhad me raise my arms, spread my legs, turn around and bend over. She looked
me over like a prized horse, occasionally feeling parts of my body."You'll do," she smiled.I could tell she was pleased with me. She then sat down in the chair I wasjust in. She was quite sweaty from her workout.
"Kneel down and remove my shoes."I knelt down and untied her right shoe. I then pulled it off. A pungent odorhit my nostrils. The odor was intoxicating. I repeated the procedure with herleft shoe.
"Now my socks, slave."I slowly removed her socks. Her feet were so beautiful. Feminine, yetstrong. She raised her foot to my face, so the bottom was covering thelength of it. Once again the odor was intoxicating. It enslaved me. There
was nothing I wouldn't do or be for her. I also knew she understood this.After all, this kind of power was the root of her sexuality. She absolutelyloved owning another human being. And I felt so fortunate to be that person.
"Worship," was all she said.I started sucking her toes, licking in between them. I could actually feelthe tiny balls of sweat in my mouth. I swallowed them. I continued kissingand licking her foot as if her pleasure was the only thing that mattered. I
felt like a schoolboy, wanting to impress her. I moved to her other foot,worshipping it as I had the first. My desire must have struck a chord inher. I noticed her breathing was getting heavier. She put both of her feet
on my shoulders, one on each side of my neck."Now remove my shorts and panties."I did as she said. As soon as her white cotton panties left the tip of hertoes, she placed her feet on the ground and pulled my face into her crotch.
I kissed, licked, and sucked her pussy, finally zeroing in on her clit. Shewas soon climaxing, holding my face tightly to her mound, almost smotheringme. She finally released her grip, letting me catch my breath. We just
relaxed in silence, with me still kneeling between her legs. She hadabsolutely no thought of my horniness. After all, I was just her slave and Itruly had no desire to fuck her, but had an indescribable desire to serve her.
"Go and start my shower. I like it hot to the point of almost burning. Afteryou start it, kneel on the shower floor until I arrive.""As you wish Mistress."I started the shower and knelt on the floor as commanded. The shower was
easily twice the size of a standard one. There was a tiled bench in the rearof it. There was a small white plastic hose with it's own faucet on the wallnext to the bench. I noticed a raised hinged lid on top of the bench, and a
hinged door on the bottom, flush with the floor. There was also a small doorin the sidewall, next to the hose. All the doors and lid were tiled. Anoctagon window was above the bench. The sunlight streamed into the room,
making the water hitting the jade tile almost magical.I heard the shower door open. Sheila stepped in, and looked down at mesmiling. "Are you ready to learn how to bathe me ""Yes Ma'am."
"Everything you need is in that side door."I opened the door and peered in. The compartment had the same width andlength of a medicine cabinet, only it was three or four times deeper. Theinterior was completely tiled.
"Hand me the loofa, bath bar, shampoo and conditioner. You can sit on thebench and watch me this time. Pay attention to what order I wash my bodyparts, and how I wash them. The next time you will be expected to know the
procedure."I sat on the bench and watched her starting with her face, working her waydown. She used the loofa on most of her body, but on her vagina she used herhand. She also used her hand to reach up inside her ass. After she was
lathered up, she shampooed her hair. She then rinsed her hair, and putconditioner on it. She rinsed the soap off the rest of her body while theconditioner was soaking. Finally she rinsed off her hair. She then shut off the
shower."Any questions?""No Ms. Sheila.""Good, then you can put everything away and clean the shower. You can usethe hose to reach everything.""Yes Ma'am. Oh, I guess I do have one question."
"And what's that?" she smiled.""What are the lid and door in the bench for?"Her smile grew larger."We were going to save this until you were broken in a little more, butseeing how well you're adapting to this lifestyle, I think you're ready for it
now."She was still smiling, although somehow the moment grew serious. She thenlifted the lid up next to where I was sitting. I looked down. Under theraised lid was a toilet seat. Looking further inside I saw that the area
below was lit up. There was probably a switch that activated when the lidopened. The inside had four tiled walls extending slightly past thedimensions of the seat. There was a large drain in the floor. The door that
was flush with the floor was directly underneath the seat."Cat got your tongue?" she said, still smiling.I didn't say anything. I was shocked. Of course I had read, even fantasizedabout golden showers, but had never imagined anything this elaborate.
"I'm sure you can guess what the bottom door is for."Again I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. Could I really submit tothis extreme of a humiliation? Yes it had turned me on in the past to read
about some slave serving as his Mistress' toilet, but this was real....thiswas me. Once again fantasy and reality were hitting me head on. Every time Istarted to feel comfortable with my slavery, they would push me to a new
level. Then Sheila spoke softly, her full lips still smiling, and her eyes neverleaving mine."I told you Tom and I have been busy buying and constructing things just foryou. As soon as we found out from your ex that you were submissive, we kind
of went crazy. It's as if we were bringing in a new member to our family.Tom did all of this himself. I'm sure glad you accepted our proposition. Itwould be a shame not to use this, don't you think?"
"YYYes Ms. Sheila," I stuttered. I felt so foolish. I was so shocked, Icouldn't think straight. I didn't really know what to say. Her green eyespierced into mine, demanding my attention.
"Why don't you lay down, and put your head inside."I just sat there, still dumbfounded. Sheila sensed I needed a littlepersuasion. She put her hands on my shoulders and bent her face down about a
foot away from mine, her bare breast almost touching me. When she spoke, hervoice was low, calm, and very confident."For your benefit, I'll pretend you didn't hear me. However this time if you
don't move promptly, the whipping you received last night will seem like kidsplay. Am I understood?""Yes ma'am.""Then move!"I immediately got down on the shower floor and swung the bottom door to the
side. There was also a second door behind it. This door was aluminum and hadan opening in the bottom, cut out in the shape of a half circle. The edge ofthe half circle had rubber trim around it. I realized my head would not fit
through the opening. Sheila then flipped a lockable latch on top and slidthe door up on the two tracks secured in the tile. She then looked at me andthen the opening. Without a word spoken I lay down and put my head inside. I
then heard the aluminum door sliding back down and the latch being snappedclosed, trapping my head inside. Even though the door didn't touch my neck,there was no way my head could come back out. I realized she could put a
small padlock on the latch making me a prisoner in her toilet. The showerstall was long enough to let my body stretch out comfortably. The lightinside allowed me to see the entire top half of the toilet. It was an eerie
feeling. It was also having a profound effect on my cock. Sheila noticedthis also, as I felt her foot massaging it."My my, this is as hard as steel. I'm starting to wonder if you have anylimits."
She then removed her foot, and I heard her sitting down on the bench, nextto the toilet seat. I then saw her smiling face over the opening looking atme as if I was a pet in her cage."How do you feel?"
"Scared, confused, and excited," I stammered."I can see you're excited. So what are you scared and confused about?""Different emotions, thoughts, and fears are soaring through me. Right now
everything is happening so fast, I need to stop and examine them."She looked at me for a moment before speaking. "When you accepted ourproposition to be our slave, what did you think that meant?"
"To obey you." I knew as soon as I said that it sounded stupid."Listen John, I think you should know this. I didn't talk to Susan just theone time. Since our first conversation, we have had several more. I know
everything you desire. I know you wanted her to give you a golden shower,even though she wouldn't do it."Nothing but silence. Sheila just smiled at me. I was totally embarrassed,and she was totally enjoying it. Sheila knew all my feelings I had discussed
with my ex. I felt completely in her power."You might as well know this also John. Susan knows Tom and I are enslavingyou. In fact she is very interested in how our weekend went. I'm going togive her a call later on today and fill her in on everything. I'll even turn
on the speakerphone and let you hear our conversation. You'd like that, wouldn'tyou?"I saw her eyes look at my hard-on and then back to me."I thought you might," she said without even waiting for my answer. "Scott,
her husband knows everything also. Tom and I even had them over for dinner.We all had quite a bit to drink, and started talking.... about you ofcourse. The conversation was quite interesting John. It seems Susan told
Scott all about you before they were even married. Scott thinks you're theperfect ex. Like he said, how could you get jealous over a whimp. We eventalked about loaning you out to them. You know, for a weekend or two. You
wouldn't mind would you?"Once again I was speechless. I was hypnotized by her conversation."Of course you wouldn't," she answered for me. "Actually it wouldn't matteranyway, would it slave?"
It was as if her conversation had totally changed my mood. No longer was Iconfused. She had put me in such a state of submissive horniness that Iwould now do anything without hesitation. And to think it was all done with
"just" words. God, she knew me better than I knew myself. I answered her withenthusiasm."No Mistress. It wouldn't make any difference. Although I would serve themwell to make you proud of me. And if you need to use me now for your
personal needs, I will be happy to be of service to you."Her smile grew and her eyes seemed to soften. I knew she liked my answer."Actually I want Tom to be here the first time. Who knows he might want to
relieve himself too. You can get out of there for now, and quickly clean theshower. When you're done with that, grab a clean towel and meet me in thedressing room where you're going to learn how to take care of some more of
my personal needs, only not quite this personal," she laughed.She then raised the aluminum door and let me out. With that she turned andwalked out. I wiped down the shower in about two minutes, took a towel out
of the linen closet and went into the dressing room. Sheila was sitting on theedge of the leather chaise."You can start drying my feet and work your way up."I knelt before her and lifted her left foot. I started at her sole, patting
it dry, softly moving the towel between her toes, and working my way up herankles and muscular calves. I then massaged the towel behind her knees,rubbing up her firm thighs. When I reached her mound I softly patted it dry.
I then started on her right foot and worked my way up again. She then stoodup and turned around so her beautiful ass was right in front of my face. Ipatted her ass dry and started up her back. She turned her head and looked at me
over her shoulder."You know, I can't remember if I washed my crack or not. Why don't you make sureit's clean John."With this she spread her cheeks apart with her hands. I looked inside at her
small pink anus."It looks clean to me Mistress.""Looking clean is not good enough, get your tongue up there and make sure it'sclean."I nuzzled my mouth and nose in between her buns. I then started my tongue at
the bottom of her crack and licked all the way up to the top. I repeatedthis three times. I loved her ass. I could worship it forever. I wanted topenetrate her anus, but didn't know if she wanted me to. Her next words left no
doubt."Go ahead and clean my hole too, John. After all, that is the source of itsuncleanness."With that she spread her cheeks even wider and I pointed my tongue justinside the entrance and started licking her anal walls. She started moaning
immediately. I plunged deeper and deeper."Oh John, this feels unbelievable. I love having my ass reamed. This isn'tone of Tom's favorite things. In fact I can't remember the last time he did it.
I'm getting soo hot."All of the sudden she stepped away and pointed to the chaise."Lay here on your back. I'll be back in a minute."She walked through the closet and into the bedroom. She returned holding a
dildoe. She climbed over my face and spread her cheeks. She then sat fullweight on my face with her anus over my mouth. Her body was facing my feet.I immediately started servicing her ass again. I soon heard the humming of
the dildoe. She was getting herself off while having her ass reamed at thesame time. She had such an appetite for sex. And I loved her using me everybit as much as she did getting off. She had a huge orgasm several minutes
later. She then moved up a little so her pussy was over my mouth."Here slut, go ahead and clean this also."I sucked and tongued out her thick orgasm. It tasted sweeter than honey. Shefinally got off my face and sat next to me. She looked down at me and
smiled. She ran her first two fingers through her cream that covered myface. She then stuck her fingers in my mouth. I sucked it off like it was myfirst meal in a week. She continued to this without saying a word. Finally she
stood up."I know you're horny as hell, but this time you're going to have to suffer.Part of being a slave is being denied pleasure. In fact pleasure for theperfect slave should be the pleasure of its owner. Do you think that you
could ever get to that level of submission?"With you as my owner Mistress, I think I can."Sheila laughed at my answer. "Oh you do, do you? What if it was my pleasureto let Tom use you at one of his poker games. No women. Just him and his
poker buddies. Would you receive pleasure from that?I hesitated before answering. "I don't think so ma'am.""So you still have a way to go, don't you?""I guess I do Mistress."
"Don't worry, I can already see you have the potential to be as close tobeing the perfect slave as humanly possible.""Thank you ma'am."She then sat on the stool in front of the make up mirror.
"Come on over here and start learning how to do my hair, and make up. Then youcan dress me."After doing her hair and make up per her instruction, we went into thecloset. She picked out a nice summery blue dress, with two thin straps that
would cross her bare shoulders. The dress would end just above her knees.She got a pair of white silk panties and matching strapless bra. I dressedher as ordered. I truly felt like her ladies maid. I then followed her to the
shoe rack.Which pair do you think would look good?After looking a while I chose a pair of white sandals with a three-inchheel. The top of the shoe had thin leather straps criss-crossed down thefoot, stopping at the base of the toes. Only a single strap went around the
ankle. The heel and sole were very thin."You have very good taste John. Those were the ones I probably would havechose myself. Now go ahead and put them on."I knelt down, picked up the shoes and slipped them on her bare feet. The
white shoes on her tanned feet with her red toenails made me dizzy withlust. I bent down and kissed her long plump toes passionately. She let meworship them for a few minutes, and then stepped away."I'm going out to lunch with a good friend of mine. I'll be home when I'm
home. You'll find plenty to eat downstairs in the kitchen. After you eat, Iwant you to mow and trim the grass. Everything you need is in the barn. Whenthat's done, come in and take a shower. Put on the black lace apron that
I'll leave on your bed. You can pick up and dust until I get home. Is everythingclear?""Yes ma'am, perfectly.""Good. See you in a few hours then."She then walked away with me lustily watching her. I stayed there gathering
my thoughts for about fifteen minutes. I wanted to jack off, but I didn't. Iheard her Mercedes pull out of the garage.

A slave's road - part 5

I went downstairs to my bedroom, put on a pair of shorts and my tennies. Inoticed the apron she had laid out on the bed. It was very feminine, andsexy. I went into the kitchen and had a bowl of cereal and bananas. I drank
a cup of coffee, and made my way outside to the barn. I left my shirt off toimprove my tan. The barn was part of the original farm. It was pretty smallas far as farm barns go. It probably housed only a few horses and milk cows
in its day. The cedar flats were old and weathered, but still in good shape.There were two oak support poles from the ground to the roof. There were sixstalls where they used to keep the animals. I noticed a couple of stalls had
fresh hay in them. The rest of the floor was dirt. I found the lawn mowerand all the accessories in the first stall. The mower was a rider. Leave itto Tom and Sheila to go first class. The engine started with the first turn
of the key. It only took me a little over two hours to cut the grass, trim,and edge and sweep the walkway. I was really enjoying myself. Even thoughthey were both out, I still felt under their control. I knew I was becoming
more and more under their power.After I put all the equipment back, I went back in the house. I showered andshaved as Sheila instructed. I also massaged some body lotion in. I trulyfelt sexy, in a slutty type of way. I wanted my owners to find me
attractive, and I would do everything possible to fulfill their desires. Ireached for the apron on the bed. It felt so soft. I'm sure it was silk. Itwas black, but also transparent. The border was ruffled. I tied it to
myself. My backside was completely exposed, except for the narrow tiesaround my waist. In the front, the bottom hem only came down to my midthigh. I looked at myself in the full mirror on the bathroom door. I was
pleased. With my smooth skin and tan body, I looked like a whore ready foreasy pickings. My firm, white ass contrast to the rest of my body seemed tofurther exploit my subservience. I never had thoughts like this about
myself. This must be how a woman getting ready for a hot date feels. I evenused a little perfume I found in the bathroom. It smelled flowery and sexy.After I primped a little more in the mirror, I went out into the kitchen. I
cleared the breakfast dishes out of the sink, and put them in thedishwasher. I wiped down all the countertops, and table. I then went out tothe family room and started dusting. This room was really comfortable. The
massive fireplace was the center attraction. Two leather couches, facingeach other, ran lengthwise from the fireplace. At the other end of thecouches was a matching loveseat. Of course the tables, lamps, and artwork
were a perfect fit. Everything together created an intimate conversationarea. As I was dusting the mantel over the fireplace, I heard the back dooropen. I kept on with my duties, assuming it was Sheila returning from her
lunch date. I was totally shocked when I heard an unfamiliar voice."Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes."I slowly turned around facing the woman standing in the doorway. I hadbriefly met her before at one of Tom and Sheila's parties. Her name was
Linda. She was what I call a big beautiful woman. She was probably 5'11"tall, and weighed about one hundred and seventy pounds. She had coal blackhair, soft with big curls, cut short in a stylish fashion. Her complexion
was light and like porcelain doll. She was very pretty. Even though she waslarge, she was firm and proportionate. But the most distinctive part of herwas her eyes. They were the most beautiful baby blues I had ever seen. They
were smiling and piercing at the same time.Once again she spoke. "Hi, I'm Linda. Sheila and I left the restaurant atthe same time, but she must of hit a few more red lights than I did." Thenshe smiled, showing perfect white teeth. "She's been telling me all about you,
John."I didn't know what to say. I was embarrassed beyond belief. Linda walkedover and sat down on the couch. She crossed her long powerful legs. She waswearing a turquoise blue business suit with a white blouse. Her skirt came
well above her knees when she was sitting down. She had on dark hose withthree inch black pumps. She slowly swung her leg as she watched me. Inoticed her shoe was dangling on her toes.I finally found my voice and spoke. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Some ice tea would be nice.""I'll get you some then. Please forgive me if it takes a while. I'm notfamiliar where everything is in the kitchen.""I'll think about it," she smiled.
She read the perplexed look on my face. "Think about forgiving you John.""Oh," was all I could say.As I made my way into the kitchen, I could feel her eyes on me. I wonderedjust how much Sheila had revealed about me. Since she didn't seem shocked
about my appearance, I assumed she had told her everything. I lucked out andfound almost a full pitcher of ice tea in the fridge. I poured a glass onthe rocks and made my way back in the family room. As I approached her I
noticed her heel had dropped to the floor. Her feet were quite large. Notonly were they long but they were very wide. Her toes were strong looking. Icould see her nails through the black hose. They were painted scarlet. I
handed her the glass of tea, trying not to be too obvious about looking ather feet. She smiled and took the glass. Just as I was about to turn away, shespoke."John, would you be a dear and replace my shoe on my foot?"
I had no doubt now that Sheila had told her everything. That this scenariowas set up. Even with that knowledge though, I was still a fly in her web. Icould no more resist her temptation than a bee could resist honey. I knelt
down and picked up her heel. Her eyes met mine and she raised her foot justa few inches away from my face. The scent of her foot infiltrated my senseof smell. It was earthy and sweet. My dick started to grow uncontrollably. I
held her foot with one hand. It was warm and a little moist. I put the shoeon her foot with my other hand. Before I could get off of my knees, Sheilawalked into the room."I see you're making yourself at home Linda," Sheila laughed.
"Where do you find such good help?" Linda joked back."Not only is he good, he's so cheap. Isn't that right slut?""Yes." I said softly."Yes what, slut.""Yes Mistress Sheila," I answered.
"My my," Linda said. "He's so well trained.""He still has a long way to go, but he's coming along quickly," Sheila smiled.Sheila walked over and sat down on the loveseat next to Linda's place on the
end of the couch. An oak end table separated the two pieces of furniture. Iwas still kneeling on all fours by Linda's feet. I noticed she was danglingher shoe again. This time it was only inches from my face. I couldn't help
it. I was hypnotized by her swinging shoe, watching her balance it on thetip of her toes. Getting glimpses of the bottom of her foot when shecasually flipped the shoe forward, then looking at the soiled bottom of her
shoe when it came back. While this was going on, the two women kept talkingas if I wasn't there. I knew they were talking about me, but their voicesseemed far away. All of the sudden Linda's shoe was tapping on my face.
"John!" I heard Linda's loud voice being directed at me.I came out of my trance and answered her. "Yes ma'am?""Your Mistress would also like a glass of ice tea, and while you're at it
you can refill mine." I looked up at Sheila. She was smirking at me. She hadobviously told me to get her a glass, but I was so preoccupied with Linda'sswinging shoe I didn't hear it."John, you are such a spacehead sometimes. Put a foot in front of your face
and your brain turns into putty. You are going to be so easy to train.""I'm getting a little jealous," Linda said half jokingly. "I think I wouldreally enjoy having a slave. If they are as obedient as John, then I know I
would love it.""The whole key is finding someone who is naturally submissive. I honestlybelieve people are born sexually submissive," Sheila responded.As the two women carried on their conversation, I went into the kitchen to
fetch their drinks. When I returned, I placed the drinks down on the endtable for them. They were still talking about slaves. Linda looked at me with atwinkle in her eye."Sheila tells me after she has you completely trained she is going to use you at
our swing parties."I hadn't realized that Linda was part of the special group. I didn't know whatto say, so I said nothing."At the rate you're going John, you might be broken by the end of this
week," Sheila said. "You have a long way to go, but you are going to be ourslave for six more days, twenty four hours a day. After what we plan to putyou through, you will be our chattel. And Linda, if you are really
interested in a slave, you can try out John for a weekend.""I'm definitely going to take you up on that. I know Jeff, my husband, wouldwant a slave, but he might prefer a female.""After he has his cock sucked by John, he might change his mind," Sheila
laughed."Really? So he's a good cocksucker, is he?"He sucked his first cock just this last weekend. Tom says he's one of thebest he's ever had. You have to remember that he loves being a slave. When
he sucks cock or eats pussy or even gives a foot massage, it goes past theordinary. He doesn't just go through the actions, he really worships you.You can feel the difference, believe me.""I'm getting hot just thinking about it," Linda responded. "I know Jeff and
I will put him through his paces. When we do borrow him, will we have yourpermission to punish him if it is necessary?""And when it's not necessary," Sheila laughed. "Punishing a slave, even when
he hasn't really done anything wrong keeps them on edge, more submissive. Itlet's them know they are owned by you. They want to feel owned. Plus, I'mfinding out there is another benefit.""And what's that?" Linda asked dreamily.
"I'm finding out that it makes me very hot. I didn't really expect that.It's such a power trip. To see the welts appear on him, hear him cry formercy, and then afterwards watch his passion reach almost a frenzy pitch. At
that point there is a magical, even spiritual bond between Mistress and slave."Sheila's words were really getting to me. Not just my cock, but my heart aswell."You make it sound so romantic, Sheila", Linda said.
"It is very romantic. You have to remember when you own someone, you have tolove them. It's not the same type of love as with your husband, but aspecial love just the same. I am responsible for his well being. When he
becomes ill, I will have to take care of him. He is our property, a livingproperty. Yes, we will love using and abusing him, but remember that is whathe also craves more than anything else in this world. We are truly lucky to
have found out that one of our best friends, who we know is trustworthy,intelligent, and sincere is also submissive."At this point I knelt down at Sheila's feet and looked her in the eye. "It
is I who is lucky Mistress. I have always dreamed of being a slave, butnever really expected that dream to come true. Not only has it come true,but has surpassed any dream or fantasy I have ever had."
Sheila looked down and smiled at my kneeling form. "If you can tell me thatat the end of this week my slave, then I will know that we will have asclose to a perfect Mistress/slave relationship as possible. But remember,
the week is just starting." She then turned her attention back to Linda."Linda, how would you like to use John as our throw rug?""Mmm..I thought you'd never ask.""Slave! On your back with your head towards Linda."
I obeyed, lying on my back with my face in front of Linda's seat and my bodystretched toward Sheila's. Linda wasted no time in placing her left-heeledfoot on my chest. She then crossed her right leg over and once again started
swinging her leg, dangling her shoe on the tips of her toes. Only this timeI was looking at it from a worm's view. I then felt Sheila's feet resting onmy body. One was on my thigh, the other on my crotch. She had still not
removed her heels either. The weight of both pairs of feet on me wouldnormally have been painful, but I was in such a state of lust I didn't care.Linda's swinging shoe kept getting lower and lower. Soon the slim heel was
slapping my cheek. She then looked down at me and started to press her heelin between my lips. She then spoke."Open up slave, I want you to suck this heel as if you would my husband's cock."I let the heel enter my mouth. I then started sucking on its tip as
sensuously as I could. Then taking more and more of it in, until the sole ofher shoe was resting on my face. I was sucking her heel like a total slut. Icould also feel Sheila's heel grinding into my crotch. There was some pain
there but it only fed the flames of my lust even more."My my, he is an enthusiastic little slut isn't he? I'm sure Jeff would besquirming in his seat with this kind of action on his cock."
"You can't imagine how devoted his mouth is. Go ahead and let him work onyour feet for awhile. You will be swooning in minutes."With that said, Linda let her shoe fall off her foot, hitting my face and
tumbling to the floor. Once again I was mesmerized as I looked up at thesole of her now shoeless foot, taking in all of its earthy aroma. Shepointed her nylon-covered toes towards my lips, gently prying them open. I
responded with total submission, sucking her big toe into my wet warm mouth.Gently sucking it, running my tongue on its bottom. Letting it out of mymouth only to shower the entire bottom of her foot with soft kisses. Then
starting with her little toe and individually sucking each toe back to herbig one again. I could hear her moans from above. I knew I was pleasing her."Oh Sheila.....this is heaven! I am getting so turned on!"
"He can take care of that problem also," Sheila said."I'm afraid he might have to. I don't think I could drive home in this state,"Linda said laughingly."Why don't you get more comfortable, and I will get his collar and leash for
you."I'm going to have to. Do you want me to use him right here on the couch?""Why not, it's just the three of us. Besides, I'm interested in watching himwith another woman. Plus it will broaden his horizons as a slave. For him to
be loaned to you at the spur of a moment surely has to impress on him justhow much of a slave he is becoming."Linda stood up and looked at me lying helplessly at her feet. She kicked herother shoe off and ordered me to kneel before her. I obeyed. Sheila had walked
out of the room."I want you to take off my dress, and then my pantyhose.""Yes ma'am." I obediently started unfastening her dress, then slipping itdown and off. I then slipped my thumbs inside the elastic waistband of her
pantyhose and started sliding them down. I noticed she had on black silkpanties. Her thighs and calves were large, but very firm and shapely. Shesat back down when the hose were at her ankles. I then pulled them the rest
of the way off. Her feet were even more beautiful bare. They were so creamyand soft. I kept looking down at them not knowing really what to do next. Ithen felt her hand pushing the back of my head down on them. I passionately
started worshipping her feet, licking in between her toes, collecting theday's soil from them and of course swallowing it. She just looked down at mein silence. I really think she was in awe of my subservience to her. I'm
sure the first time a woman feels the power of using a slave, it is a veryspecial moment. I continued worshipping her feet for several more minutes. Ithen heard Sheila came back into the room."I hope he is treating you well," she said cheerily. Sheila had kicked off
her heels, and was still wearing her summery dress. I noticed she had theleash and collar. She sat back down and presented her right foot in front of myface."See what I bought today slave?"I looked at the jade toe ring on her second toe. It looked so sexy.
"It is beautiful Mistress. You have such good taste." I then placed my lipsupon it and kissed it. She then pulled her foot away."This is Linda's moment now though."She then handed Linda the collar and leash. Linda took it smilingly. I could
tell she was loving every minute of this. It made me feel good that I waspleasing my Mistress' friend. She placed her hand under my chin, tilted myface up and looked me directly in the eyes. Oh...those eyes. I quickly got
lost in them, feeling my self surrendering to her power. She then buckledthe collar around my neck, and attached the leash to the collar. She tightlygripped the leash only about a foot from the collar. She jerked it hard a
few times as if testing its strength. Her eyes never left mine while allthis was going on. She then settled back into the couch and pulled me intoto her pantied crotch. Her aroma was strong, but not at all unpleasant. I
started kissing her through her wet panties, running my tongue underneaththem licking her oozing slit. I noticed she was shaved. My lips bunched upher panties even more as I gently rooted my mouth and nose into her pussy. I
couldn't get enough of her. I wanted to put my whole face into it. To becompletely engulfed by it. I felt her tense, and her thighs tighten aroundmy neck. Her moans and the sudden rush of cream out of her pussy told me she
had orgasmed. She pushed my head away for a second and told me to take offher panties. As I looked up I noticed she had unbuttoned her blouse and lether large breasts spill out of her half bra. Her nipples were hard as if she
had been playing with them. Her eyes were far away now, filled with lust. Islipped her panties down her legs and off of her feet. I kissed my way backup to her pussy. I felt the leash being tugged hard, pulling my face deep in
her pussy. I licked and swallowed her orgasm. Her juices were thick andcreamy. Then I started nibbling her extended clit. I pressed it between mysoft lips, gently sucking on it, then flicking it with the tip of my tongue.
Then going down to her slit again, taking deep slow swipes with my tongue. Icould feel her getting wetter and wetter. She must have let go of the leash,because I felt her fingers in my hair pulling me in deeper. I heard her
moaning get louder and louder. I knew she was on the brink of anotherorgasm. I picked up my tongue speed to match her thrusts. Once again I felther thighs tighten around my collared neck. She was moaning loudly now,
almost screaming. And then she came, and came, and came. I felt like I wasswallowing her cream by the quarts. Finally all was quiet. I finishedcleaning her out and withdrew my face. I looked up at her smiling face. She
patted my head as if rewarding her dog. This pleased me."You did well slave, very well." She then turned toward Sheila. "Thank youmy dear friend for this whole experience. This has convinced me for sure to
find a submissive for Jeff and I."Sheila's smile was beaming. I could tell she had enjoyed the show immensely.I could also tell it had made her quite hot. "As I said before Linda, whenwe have him fully trained you and Jeff are welcome to borrow him."
"I will definitely hold you to that," Linda smiled. She then looked down atme. "Slave, dress me as I have to be on my way home. I'm going to need someof Jeff's cock tonight. He won't know what hit him after I get through with
him," she laughed.I then dressed her and kissed the top of her shoes when I was finished. Shepatted the top of my head. She then stood up, gave Sheila a hug and bidfarewell. I could tell they were good friends. Sheila escorted her out. They
talked another fifteen or so minutes outside. I heard Sheila come in throughthe garage door. I had tidied up the family room again and was putting theglasses in the dishwasher. I turned around when I heard her voice. She was
smiling, but there was a serious tone to her demeanor."You pleased me this afternoon, slave. But don't think it's going to be allfun and games. When Tom gets home tonight, you are going to be in for a very
humiliating evening."

A slave's road-Part 6

After Linda left, I finished cleaning up the kitchen. Mistress went out tothe lanai to read and relax. The sky was turning dark. A stiff wind wascoming from the north, and you could smell a storm in the air. But that was
typical for June in Indiana. Actually, I found a good storm brewing quiteromantic. The temperature cooled down and it seemed to put an erotic chargein the air. After the dishes were put away, I went out to see if Sheila
wanted anything. She was still in her summery blue dress. She was readingthe newspaper. Her feet were bare and she was resting them on the coffeetable. Her right ankle was crossed over her left. Her soft beautiful soles
were facing me and I couldn't keep my eyes of them."Do you need anything Mistress?""You can bring me a glass of ice water and chat with me a while.""May I get one for myself also?"
Sheila laughed heartily. "A bit thirsty are you? I guess your mouth did havequite a work out today, didn't it?""Yes ma'am.""Go ahead and get two glasses John. Then come back and sit next to me. We
need to talk some."I came back and took a seat on the other end of the couch. She tucked herfeet under her and faced me. Her sparkling green eyes met mine."How do you feel about what happened this afternoon John?"
"I hope I pleased you Mistress.""You did great John, but that's not what I'm talking about. How do you feelinside....being used by a stranger, being loaned out by me, your owner. Iwant you to tell me how you really feel. I want you to get in touch with
your submissive self, John. I want to own a part of your soul.""I feel very free and natural when I am under your power Mistress, like itis meant to be. I uh...well ...this is kind of hard to put in words.... "
"Go ahead John. In order for this relationship to work you must tell meeverything. Now tell me.""I have always respected you and Tom. You are my best friends. Perhaps thatis why I have suppressed my feelings about you. I know I have always found
you beautiful, inside and out. You always seemed too far up the echelon forme, so I relegated myself to being your friend. Not because I thought youwere stuck up, but it is just your whole demeanor. You are as down to earth
and friendly as any one I know, but you exude class. You don't even realizeyou do it. It's just natural. Perhaps it's your breeding ....I don't know.But I do know that since this weekend these feelings about you are
surfacing. I realize now that they have been there a long time. I am in lovewith you Sheila."Sheila's eyes smiled at me. She didn't speak right away, and when she didshe spoke very earnestly.
"I have good female intuition John. I have always felt certain passionatevibes from you but I didn't realize how deep they were. You know that I loveTom as my husband, as my mate and equal for life."
"Of course I do Mistress. And I would never want to interfere with that,even if I could. I am sexually submissive. I would never be truly happy in arelationship where I couldn't be submissive. What I am saying is I look at
you as my Queen. Yes I lust to be your slave, but it goes far beyond simplelust. Your power is so deep in me Mistress. You are a part of my soul. Justthe scent of you is enough to make me completely helpless....totally in your
power. Every time I look at you, my knees get weak. Being owned by you ishaving my wildest and biggest fantasy come true.""I never realized that I had that powerful of an impact on you John. What
you just said is very special to me. It is also something I will use toenslave you even further. From what I just heard, you are telling me youwant to be my slave with absolutely no limits; is this correct?
"Yes Mistress", I solemnly replied."In that case John, your training this week is going to progress much fasterthan originally planned. I see no reason why I shouldn't start using you asour full-fledged slave right now. You have no idea how much power you just
gave me with your confession.....or maybe you do", she smiled. "I want youto shower again, put some oil all over your smooth body, dab some of myperfume on, and put on your lace apron. You are going to meet Tom as he
comes in the door. You will be on your knees with a cold beer in a frostedmug in your hand. We are going to use you tonight like you have never beenused before."Just as she completed her sentence, a bolt of lightning flashed close by and
a loud clap of thunder seemed to shake the lanai. We both looked at eachother in silence. She was smiling and relaxed. I was a little timid, notfrom the storm but from what she just said. I thought I would touch her
heart with my confession of love to her. Instead she took my love as apowerful tool to lead me further down the road to total slavery. I was juststarting to realize this was not some fun, sexy, spur of the minute fling
for her. She wanted a permanent slave. Someone who would devote their lifeto her......to give up their self to become her property. I knew I couldnever do this with someone I didn't love, no matter how beautiful they were.
But I also knew that I couldn't deny Sheila anything. I loved her in a waythat no one else did. She knew that now, and as she said, would use thatlove to enslave me totally. I felt both scared and aflame with passion. On
one side I was thinking; what in the hell have I gotten myself into, mywhole life is about to change drastically. On the other side it was muchmore than thinking. It was a feeling of love and surrender that I felt down
to my soul. It made me feel more alive than I have ever felt before. Irealized there was no choice. My road was already chosen.A SLAVE'S ROAD-

PART 7

The hot shower felt good stinging against my body. I could hear the thunderand rain outside the bathroom window. What a day it had been so far. It wasalready 5:00. Tom would be home in an hour. An indescribable feeling of lust
and fear ran through me. What delicious humiliations were planned for metonight? Their sexual appetites seemed endless. I had completely surrenderedmyself to them, and I'm sure they would take me past my limits. It made no
difference. I was getting to the point where I was letting go of all mypower, releasing it to them. Even though it had only been four days since Istarted down this road, I felt that they had brought me a long way. Time is
not the only way to measure such things. After my shower, I shaved again,rubbed in body oil, and dabbed some of Calvin Klein's Escape on certainparts of my body. I felt like a sexy slut. I couldn't believe I was actually
looking forward to serving Tom this evening. Before leaving the guestroom, Iput on the black lace apron. I then walked into the kitchen. I could seeSheila was still reading on the lanai. She sensed I was there and looked up.
"Come on out here", I heard her say through the open window above the sink.I walked into the lanai. The storm had settled down. Just a steady rain anda few deep rumblings from the sky."Turn around, I want to see all of you."
I turned around as ordered."Mm, very nice, but you do need a few accessories. Follow me upstairs to mybedroom."I walked behind Sheila to the bedroom. I noticed how sexily her calvesflexed as she walked up the stairs barefoot. I could also see the soles of
her feet were becoming somewhat dirty from walking around barefoot most ofthe afternoon. We went through the walk-in closet to the dressing area."Sit down Joanie, make yourself comfortable."She was addressing me by the feminine name they had given me on the camping
trip. I knew I was in for a serious evening of servitude. I sat down infront of the lighted mirror. I heard Sheila happily humming while rummagingthrough her jewelry box."Here, these should make you look sexier."
She then clipped on a pair of long, dangling gold earrings."I like the way the gold earrings accents your black apron," she laughed.She then studied my face."Let's see, I think you could use a little color."
She then applied some make-up base, a little blush on my cheeks, and finallysome sassy pink lipstick. She studied my face again."Smack your lips together to even out your lipstick."I did as she said.
"That's much better", she smiled. "I want Tom to forget about his day's workas soon as he walks through the door. And you my little Joanie are going tomake him feel like a king tonight. Is that understood?"
"Yes Mistress", I replied."Good. Now stand up and let me inspect all of you. I see you shaved again.You smell sexy, good choice of perfume. Ah, one more final touch Joanie."She then got a much darker red shade of lipstick. She applied it liberally to my
nipples."You have such beautiful big nipples, I thought we should bring some attentionto them."She then placed both of them between her thumb and finger of each hand. Shelooked smilingly into my eyes. She then pinched and twisted them hard. I
half closed my eyes and grimaced in pain. She continued the relentlesspressure on them. I could now feel her strong grip pulling me down. I had nochoice but to go to my knees before her. After one more sharp squeeze she
finally let go. She then put her manicured hand under my chin and lifted mypainted face towards hers."I want tonight to be very special for Tom and I. Am I understood?""Yes Mistress."
"I want no hesitation in your actions. You are to be totally obedient to ourwhims tonight. Do you understand.""Yes Mistress", I again replied."If for any reason you fall short of what I consider perfect servitude, you
will be severely punished. Do I make myself clear?"Yes Mistress, very clear.""Good. Tom should be home in just a few minutes. Let's go downstairs and getyou ready to greet him."
We went downstairs and into the kitchen."The beer is in the fridge, and the frosted mug in the freezer. As soon asyou hear his car pull into the garage, pour the beer and wait just insidethe door on your knees. I am going outside to meet him. And remember Joanie,
I want total obedience from you tonight.""Yes Mistress. I swear I will make both of you proud of me. There is nothing Iwon't do for you."Sheila smiled at me. "We shall see my pet."
At that moment we heard the garage door opening. Sheila briskly walkedtoward the garage and I poured the beer as ordered. As I approached thedoor, I could hear them talking and laughing outside. I knelt down about
three feet away from the entry. I heard the garage door closing, and fewseconds later the door handle was turning. I knelt there with beer in hand,waiting to serve my owners.A SLAVE'S ROAD-8As the handle turned and the door opened, I was met by my two owners. Youcould tell they had been joking and laughing together. They both wore broadsmiles. Kneeling in front of them in my lace apron with makeup on I held the
frosted mug out to Tom."Welcome home sir, please accept this cold beer from your lowly slave.""Don't mind if I do Joanie", Tom said answering me with my fem name."Doesn't Joanie look adorable", Sheila said. "I made sure she not only was
dressed for you, but also her attitude was ready for you.""Is that right Joanie? You know Monday's a tough day and I could really usea slut to take away all my stress. Are you going to be my slut tonight, Joanie?"
"Yes sir", I meekly answered."It's a little cool outside for the lanai tonight," Sheila said. "Why don'tyou fetch me a glass of wine, and serve it to me. Tom and I will be on the
couch here in the family room.""As you wish Mistress."I then scurried off to get Sheila's wine. When I returned, they weretogether on the couch. I handed the wine to her but she did not take it.
Instead she looked down with her eyes as if trying to tell me something. Iunderstood her gesture and kneeled. She then accepted the Chablis."Joanie," Tom said. "I have been on a building site most of the afternoon.
As you can see my shoes have gotten quite dirty. Any suggestions on cleaningthem?"He was being quite brazen with me. I could tell he was really getting off onhis power. I looked at his shoes, then up at both of them. Sheila's eyes
were piercing, almost angry with me. I then remembered her lecture onhesitating to carry out their demands. I moved my face down to his oxblood,tasseled loafers. I stuck out my tongue and started licking the dust off the
surface. I could taste the dirt in my mouth. How humiliating this was tolick another man's shoes. I also knew my cock was as hard as a rock. Theyjust looked down at me in silence wearing small but contented smiles. When I
was done cleaning the surface of both shoes, Tom lifted the bottoms of themto my face."Don't forget the soles slut. What would our clientele say if I went to workwith dirty soles?"He and Sheila both laughed heartily at this.
I used the flat of my tongue to clean both soles. I had to swallow a coupleof small chunks of dirt. I could taste them dissolving in my mouth. Icleaned both soles thoroughly. My mind was telling me this was too much, but
my cock said different. I tried relieving my conscience by telling myself Iwas doing it for Sheila. But I knew I enjoyed serving him in this humbling way."You did good Joanie," Tom said. He then put his arm around Sheila and said
"You have really brought him a long way since this morning hon. You musthave really put him through the ringer today."Sheila giggled at Tom's remarks. "He got quite an education today. Not only
did he serve myself and Linda, he also revealed something very special to me.""And what was that?"I couldn't believe she was going to tell him. Even though Tom wasn't thejealous type, it was just too personal. Sheila nudged my face with her dirty
soul. She had a smile on her face like the cat that got the canary. Then shereally floored me."Why don't you tell him John", she said teasingly, while she stroked my cheekwith her toes."I...I uh...I told Mistress that I was in love with her", I stammered.
I could feel the blood pouring into my face. I must have been blushing adeep red. I actually felt grateful that I had some makeup on. Sheila didn'thelp me out at all. She sat there smiling, enjoying my embarrassing predicament.
"And what did my wife say back, John," he asked with a smirk on his face."She said she would use my love for her to enslave me even further."He really let loose with a big laugh at this statement. His eyes were even
watering up."I should have known that would be her reaction", he said still laughing."Remember on the way to the lake when I told you if you give her an inch,she would take a mile?"
"Yes sir.""Well now you know I wasn't kidding. All this woman has talked about sinceshe found out about your submissiveness is enslaving you. She has a mindlike a trial lawyer. You don't stand a chance John. She will use everything
she can to own you. Even your love.""Don't make me sound too conniving Tom. After all, this is what you want andhave always dreamed about,,,,isn't it John?"I looked up at her. Her mouth was smiling that sweet beautiful smile, but
her eyes were dead serious. She wanted to own me, plain and simple."You know it is Mistress. I am prepared to give up my life, to be your slave."She beamed at my statement. I even felt that Tom was moved a little.
"And in return, as long as you are loyal and subservient to us, we willnever release you. That is unless you want to leave."She knew that I couldn't leave even if I wanted to. I was too deeply tangled
in her seductive web of dominance. Sheila finally broke the uncomfortablesilence."John, there are three nice steaks in the fridge. Why don't you grill themwhile Tom and I have a another round of drinks. We both take our steaks medium
rare.""And speaking of another round", Tom said. "We are ready for one.""And John", Sheila added. "Grab yourself a beer too. I think you're going toneed it."
"Thank you Mistress, I feel I need it already."I then fetched them their drinks, and then started grilling the steaks. Theweather had cooled down quite a bit, so I used the Jen-air grill in thekitchen. We all had a few more drinks and ate heartily. After dinner they
retired to the family room again for a nightcap. This time I was not offeredanother beer. I was told to clean up the kitchen and return to them whenfinished. When I returned, I found them kissing passionately on the couch.
They broke their embrace when they saw me walk in. Tom looked at me withlust in his eyes. He started massaging his cock through his pants. He spokesoftly, but firmly."Now it is time to start fulfilling your slut duties Joanie."
A SLAVE'S ROAD-Part 9I looked at him and then at Sheila. Her eyes were also filled with lust. Ifelt like a defenseless prey being circled by a couple of predators. Theyhad their leather case full of toys on the couch. I knew this night was
going to be my most humiliating yet. Tom spoke again."You can start by kneeling and taking off my shoes and socks."I knelt and started taking off Tom's shoes. Sheila got something out of thecase, stood up, and walked behind me. I felt her hands on my shoulders and
her warm breath in my ear. Her whisper was soft and sexy."Tonight is going to be very special for all of us. Your total obedience isa necessary requirement. You are going to fulfill all of our wishes tonight,
aren't you?""Yes Mistress", I answered.She then reached over me and placed a clamp on my right nipple. She startedtightening the thumbscrew. After a few turns, I started moaning in pain.
"Oh, poor baby....does that hurt?""Yes Mistress", I said with emotion in my voice."Good, then another full turn should be perfect", she said.She then proceeded to do just that. I again moaned in pain. My plea was ignored.
She then attached and tightened one to the left nipple."He's all ready for you Tom."Tom then reached over and took out a miniature gold chain. It was in theshape of a Y. The two shorter ends had small clips on them. He clipped each
one to the rings in my nipple clamps."That should be an incentive to serve your Master correctly", he smiled.He then tugged sharply on the chain."Oh, please Master...please, it hurts so much!"
"As it is suppose to my slut. Now finish taking off my shoes and socks.I did as ordered. There was a slight odor coming from his feet. He had veryattractive feet for a man. They were strong, but not callused, high arched, and
tanned."Now take off my pants and be quick about it."He followed this command with another quick but gentler jerk of the chain. Igrimaced in pain, but proceeded to follow his order. I soon had his pants
and underpants off. He was at full mast. His huge cock was already drippingwith pre cum. He started pulling me steadily toward him, choking up on thechain as I got closer. When my face was a foot away from his chest, he
released the chain. I felt his hands on the top of my head, pushing my facedown to his cock."First lick and swallow the pre cum Joanie", he said, referring to me as his femslut again.I used the flat of my tongue to lick sensuously all around his head and
upper shaft, not missing a drop. I then enclosed my mouth over the upperhalf of his cock, swirling my tongue over it as I sucked it. I even backedoff and used the very tip of my tongue to penetrate his pee hole, wriggling
it in as deep as I could. I could hear and feel his response to myworshipful performance. He was moaning in lust, and his hands were grippingand re-gripping my head as his passion was growing to a fever pitch. I also
heard Sheila leave the room, now that she had me focused on serving herhusband. Tom's hands pushed down harder, forcing me to take all of his cock.I could feel his head driving past the back of my mouth and into my throat.
I choked a minimal amount, learning from before to relax my esophagus andlet it slide in. He was really ramming me now. With his strong hands holdingmy head steady, his pelvis was moving forcefully in and out, hammering my
mouth and throat with his cock. I was trying my best to stay with him,keeping my mouth wet, and my throat relaxed. At this point I was nothingmore than an object to him. My mouth was his pleasure toy. I was his
property, his slave."I see Joanie is serving you well", Sheila said, coming back into the room."Oh", Tom moaned. "This slut is so into pleasing.""Tell me about it", Sheila laughed. "I've had her all day. I think she would
be happy to serve us twenty four hours a day, seven days a week."Tom lifted my head off his cock, placed his heels on the edge of the couch,and pushed my face forcefully under his thighs and into his ass. The couch
grounding into my nipple clamps made me squeal in pain. I got no sympathy."Get your tongue in my ass slut. I want to feel it all the way up there."I nuzzled my face into his ass, the bridge of my nose going deeply between
his cheeks. My long tongue snaked into his crack, licking it with passionand obedience. I found his hole and penetrated it as much as I could."Deeper slut, you're not even getting all the way in there."
I muffled a yes sir, but I doubt he understood me. The next thing I felt washe pulling my head out. He lifted the chain so my eyes were looking up at his."When I say tongue my ass, I want to feel you all the way up
there...understood?""I..I'm sorry sir. I got in as far as possible. I was at a bad angle sir."He pulled the chain hard, and kept the pressure on."Are you making excuses slave?"
"Oh sir", I cried out. "I swear I was doing the best I could.""Maybe your best is not good enough.""Perhaps he needs a little reminder of his status", Sheila mused.Sheila walked from behind me and sat down next to Tom. I hadn't seen her
since her return. She looked stunning. She was wearing a strapless blackleather bra and matching thong. Her beautiful ass was completely exposed.She also had on thigh high black hose, with 4" open-toed slides. Even Tom
was gawking."God, you look sexy hon", he said."You're just saying that because Joanie here has got you all hot and bothered",she teased."I can't deny that, but you really do look hot."
"Thanks, looks like you're ready to explode", she said looking at his cock.Mmm...I am sooo horney right now. Have any suggestions", he asked teasingly."How about a nice slow fuck with me on top. All you have to do is lay back and
enjoy it.""What about our favorite slut", he asked looking at me. "Just want to let himwatch and suffer?""I was thinking more like listen and suffer", she said smiling wickedly at me.
"I can see you have another one of your ideas. I can almost hear the wheelsturning. You're like Lucy in leather", he laughed."You wouldn't want it any other way", she quipped back.
"You're right, you always keep things exciting. Did I ever tell you you'reone hell of a woman?""Not today", she said."You're one hell of a woman, and I am one hell of a lucky man."
With that they both started making out while I watched from my knees. Theirobvious love and feelings for each other sincerely touched me. After beingmarried for several years, they still were hot for each other. Sheila looked
down at me and smiled."Before Tom and I get going too strong here," she said to me. "You and I have totake a short trip."I didn't say anything. I knew she was up to something but didn't know what.
She stood up and left the room again. Moments later she returned with acouple of electronic devices. They were white plastic cased, and about halfthe size of shoeboxes."These are two-way wireless audio monitors," she said. "They are similar to
the baby monitors, but quite a bit better. You can talk and listen on bothends. One will be placed here while Tom and I make love.""And where will the other be, " I asked."With you, of course," Sheila smiled down at me, knowing that was not the answer
I wanted."And where will he be," asked Tom."I introduced him to one of your projects today, hon.""And which one was that," Tom asked.Looking at me like a cat about to eat a mouse she said "The one in the bathroom,
of course."I know I visibly flinched when she said that. Her eyes and smile remained onme. She loved seeing me squirm, and she knew just how to make me squirm."I didn't use it yet, Tom. Just showed it to him. I wanted you there the first
time we used it."She emphasized the word we. Oh...It would be humiliating enough being hertoilet, but both of theirs?"Perhaps he will think twice before making another excuse," Sheila added.
I thought about pleading my case again, but knew it would do no good. Theyknew I served them the best I could. This was just their way of telling methey were always right, no matter what, and no excuse would be tolerated. Of
course it was sending a strong signal to me that I had better give them 100%devotion for every command."Are you ready for the next level Joanie," she asked.I was speechless, so I just nodded.
"Good," she said. "Let's take these off first."She then unscrewed the nipple clamps and pulled them off. The pain wasunbearable. The blood rushed to my nipples. I actually rolled on the floor,
rubbing them with my hands while moaning in pain. After a few moments, thepain finally subsided. Sheila stood up towering over me. She placed the toeof her shoe on my crotch."I want you to follow us, crawling on your hands and knees."
Tom and her then started walking slowly toward the stairs. I scrambled to myhands and knees and crawled after them. As I was following them up thestairs, the sight of both their asses above me made me forget about the
intense pain I had felt just a minute ago. I crawled to their bedroom,through the walk-in closet, through the dressing room, and into thebathroom. Sheila stepped into the over sized shower while Tom held the door
opened for me. I followed her in, with Tom coming in last. She placed themonitor on the tiled bench, next to the opening. She lifted the lid, whichturned on the light inside the cavity. She then swung open the hinged, tiled
door on the bottom wall of the bench, which was directly under the top hole.She latched it to the bench wall. She then pulled up the aluminum frameallowing access to the bottom opening. She looked down at me. She wasn't
smiling when she spoke."On your back John."I obeyed."Now slide your head inside."I moved forward on my back until my head was inside the lighted cavity. Shethen slid the aluminum frame down. The half circle cut out, on the bottom of
the frame, came just above my neck. I knew I couldn't bring my head backout. I then heard her open the cabinet door on the wall. I next heard thesound of a padlock being snapped."There," she said, jiggling the aluminum frame. "Locked in place."
Her face appeared over the opening. Now she was smiling."How does feel to be a prisoner in our toilet, John?"I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. I then felt a foot on my cock.It had to have been Toms, since Sheila was still at my face.
"From the look of his cock, he doesn't seem to mind," Tom said.Sheila was still looking down at my face, smiling even broader."It doesn't matter if you mind or not, does it John?"
"No Mistress," I said.My voice sounded as if it came from a cheap synthesizer. It was very low andhad a slight echo. Both Sheila and Tom started laughing."An unexpected surprise," Sheila said. "We have a talking toilet."
They both laughed again. I felt so humiliated, being the butt of their joke."Tom and I are going back downstairs. Don't worry though, it will be as ifwe never left. You'll hear everything we say and do."
They then left, leaving the monitor next to the opening. I lay there insilence for a few moments. I then heard their voices. They sounded as ifthey were still in the shower."I'm going to get myself another glass of wine," Sheila was saying. "You want
another beer?""Sure," Tom answered. "Although my bladder is starting to fill up.""I'm sure you can hold it for awhile. I know I want to make sure mine is atfull capacity," Sheila chuckled cruelly.
I could tell she was leaving the room because her voice was fading. Theywere obviously playing mind games with me. They were pushing every one of mymasochistic buttons. Even though their motives were obvious, it was working
like a charm. The fear and excitement running through me right now had neverbeen greater. Sheila returned with the drinks."Ah," Tom moaned, as he took a swig from his beer. "That really hits the spot."
"As does the wine dear," Sheila chirped. "But on to more important things,like that beautiful hard cock of yours. I'm going to slip off my heels,mount you, and fuck you to the couch."
I could even hear her high heels hitting the floor. I next heard them getting inposition on the couch."Oh Tom, I am sopping wet. I am so hot.""Oh, that feels so good Sheila. Our slut has gotten my balls so full of cum."
"Just make it last for me hon."I could hear their voices getting more and more excited. I could even heartheir breathing getting heavier. Now it was pure animal lust. I could hearbodies slapping against each other and their moans of passion. They went on
and on. What control Tom had. I knew he had been on the brink of cumming fora long time, but here he was holding out for Sheila's orgasm."Ah....Ah.....Oh Tom!!!"Sheila's voice was at a fever pitch. She was cumming and cumming.
"I'm cumming Sheila!"They were both having their intense orgasms simultaneously. I lay there andlistened as they finally wound down to silence. I heard nothing for severalminutes. I could picture them, with Sheila still lying on top, both
embracing each other. Words were unnecessary. Finally I heard them moving."Hand me your sock, hon," I heard Sheila saying."What for?""For my stopper," Sheila chuckled. "I don't want to lose any of your precious
cum.""Oh, you are wicked," Tom chuckled back."I know," she said quite seriously. "God that was great," Sheila said. "Ican't remember the last time I had an orgasm that intense."
"Me neither," Tom lazily responded.You could tell they were both relaxed and content."Hand me my wine dear."I heard the containers of their drinks clinking together."Here's to our ownership of John," Tom said.
"It does seem like it will work out quite well, doesn't it."I then heard them drinking their drinks."Speaking of John," Sheila said. "I have to pee.""Me too," Tom said a bit dreamily.
I could sense that they were once again becoming aroused. Their voicesbecame silent, but I could hear body movements, as if they were hugging andkissing."Mmm," Sheila moaned. "Let's not get started again just yet. I really do have to
pee badly.""Then let's go," Tom answered back.I heard them stand up and leave the room. A moment later I heard them cominginto the bathroom. This time the sound was not coming from the monitor. I
heard the shower door open. I could feel sexual pulses surging through mybody. My skin felt alive. I knew I was reaching a new plateau of submission.I felt Sheila's nylon foot pressing down hard on my cock.
"His cock is like granite. He's such a slut.""All the better for us my dear," Tom answered back.Sheila stepped up on top of me. I couldn't believe what was happening. Herweight was evenly distributed between my cock and stomach. I felt no pain.
She started walking up my body with slow deliberate steps. She stopped withboth feet planted on my chest. She bent down from her waist, placing herhands on each side of the toilet seat. Looking up at her beautiful smiling
face, I felt wave after wave of submissive bliss running through me. I knewthere was no turning back. I would be her slave for life. I would make sureI did everything possible to please her; to make sure she would never want to
release me."Are you ready for this," she asked seriously."Yes Mistress," I said without hesitation.She then turned around on my chest. She slowly lowered her beautiful nakedass toward the seat. I could see the sock was still in her pussy. Lower and
lower her ass came towards me. Finally she was seated. Her feet still restedon my chest. The light lit up the top half of the cavity. I could seeeverything. I watched as her hand reached down and removed the sock. A huge
glob of cum landed on my face. I heard her moan, and then grunt. I could seeher pussy twitching and opening as she put pressure on her bladder. Then itcame. Her golden nectar. At first slowly, then with more and more force. My
face and hair were being soaked. I even opened my mouth to swallow some ofit. I wanted to taste and smell all of it. At that cherished moment, I washer toilet. It just kept coming and coming. I didn't want it to end, but it
finally tapered off to just a dribble. She even squeezed a couple of lastsquirts out, making sure she was completely empty. I lay there at the bottomof her toilet, drenched in her pee, smelling her entire aroma. I was her
slave. She sat there for a moment, without moving. Tom had not spoken aword. I could picture him taking in this scene in awe of his beautiful wife.Finally she stood up. She stepped off me and sat on the bench, next to the
seat. She looked down at me. Her face was oddly content, smiling, andradiant. When she spoke, she was relaxed and confident."I just want you to know that was one most fantastic things I have everexperienced. I have never felt more powerful and whole. I truly do appreciate
your sacrifice John."I just looked up into her eyes, probably looking like a drowned rat to her.I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing."There was one thing I wish I could have seen though," she continued. "I
wish I could have seen the pee actually splattering on to your face.Watching your expression as it sunk in to you how low you have gone for us.Do you realize how far you have come in less than a week?She didn't wait for my answer. I saw her head turn towards Tom.
"Come here hon," she said softly.I saw Tom's shadow looming over me. Sheila returned her gaze to me."Even though I can't see my pee splashing over you, I can see the next bestthing."
She reached out and grabbed Tom's cock. He stood over me with a foot on eachside of my shoulders. He came into view as he stepped up. Sheila, smilingdown at me, directed his cock at my face."He's all yours, hon," was all she said.
Tom looked down at me and smiled."Ready for part two slave?""Yes Master," I humbly answered.Then with Sheila holding on to his cock, he moaned out lustfully. His peestarted jetting out on to my face. Sheila was moving his cock all around,
making sure the piss caught every part of my face. His aroma was muchstronger than hers. My nostrils were filled with his smell. His bladder hadto have been full, as he seems to have peed forever. Finally the last
squirts came out. Sheila even shook it for him, watching the last drops hit me.I knew I would never be the same again. My mind was going back to myprevious life; work, playing pick-up basketball, fishing, drinking a few
beers with my friends. It all seemed a million years away now. I was notthat person anymore. I was a slave. I was their property."Alright," Sheila said, bringing me out of my trance. "You can come out now."
She unlocked the frame and lifted it up. I slid out and kneeled before them."Take the hose off the wall and rinse down everything thoroughly. Make surethe entire toilet is scrubbed and rinsed. Even pour a little bleach in the
drain at the bottom."They walked to the other side, about fifteen feet away, and turned on theshower. They both bathed each other while I watched and carried out mychores. My face and hair were still covered with their pee. When they were
done, they told me to shower, and report to them in the bedroom. I ofcourse, would do as they commanded.A SLAVE'S ROAD- Part 10I showered and thoroughly scrubbed myself over and over. I washed my hair threetimes. I made sure there was no sign or smell of the act that had justtranspired. 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, andbrushed 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. Theyboth were looking at me in a different way. I knew, as did they, that ourfriendship 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 trulyan 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 goodnight'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 wouldbe better than being separated from them. I was realizing how important theywere 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'scommand 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 yourmind.""Thank you Mistress....I uh...you two have become very important to mylife....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. Evenon the floor, just to be close to you."They both looked at me. They seemed to be touched at what I had said. Sheilaspoke 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 myconfirmation."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 isthe 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 exploitthem. Thanks to the luck of running into his ex wife that fateful day, we nowhave 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 allthe 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 Icould see Sheila was becoming wet."So," Sheila said. "We will allow you to spend the night with us. Of coursethere 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 beenough. 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 hiscock isn't much of a price to pay for the privilege of sleeping in our roomtonight. 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 athird 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 wereenjoying my discomfort. I finally just blurted out the only thing that came tomy 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? Beingour 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, ifI have to pee tonight, and don't feel like getting out of bed....guess what? Youare 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 justsaid sink in. It did. Fear and excitement were running rampantly through everyinch 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 thenecessary 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 lookingforward 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 toshow. 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 enjoyit. 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. Nowhe was commanding me to beg him to suck his cock. I opened my mouth, and thewords 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 myobedient tongue around your head…bringing you to a glorious orgasm. Then ofcourse 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 fulfillingyour 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. Istarted 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'spushing hands on the back of my head, his cock forcing my mouth open. I took itall…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 soenjoyed 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 herlips into my ear. She kissed my ear lobe and ran her tongue inside. She thenwhispered 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 spreadingsomething creamy and slick inside my crack, mostly concentrating on my hole. Asher 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 wasgoing 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 everyinch 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 wasfucking me relentlessly. Meanwhile Tom was slamming his cock in and out of mymouth. 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 betterand better. I even loved the rough way Tom was fucking my face. I felt like sucha 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 mymouth. 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, hereleased his grip. His cock was shrinking inside my mouth, and soon he pulledout. 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 feltlike 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 theirpermission. She started almost screaming with lust. Her body was twitching on mybackside. 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 pulledout of me. Tom was looking on in awe. He had obviously enjoyed the show. Sheilagot 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 hadit's own set of balls. Behind the balls was a soft plastic base that molded upto 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 bathroomand 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. Iwas 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 fullof cum and her wonderful scented foot on my face, I had trouble getting tosleep. I could hear Tom lightly snoring, and Sheila's restful breathing. Finally
I dozed off into dreamland myself.A SLAVE'S ROAD~PART 11I awoke alone, still at the foot of the bed. The morning sunlight was streamingthrough the window. I just lay there and thought about what had transpired thenight before. My thoughts and feelings were mixed. Did I really commit those
acts? It almost seemed like a faded dream now. But the more awake I became, thesharper my memory became. The servicing of Tom, the anal rape from Sheila, theteasing humiliation from both of them…..and most vivid was being inside their
toilet. I could still see everything from that view at the bottom. Both fear andexcitement ran through me. I knew now, without a doubt that they were taking meall the way. Hell, I don't know if I could leave now if I wanted to. I know my
life was changing permanently, but I also knew these delicious, submissivefeelings running through my body were something I had always craved, but neverhad felt to this degree. My cock was as hard as steel. But it wasn't just my
cock that was enslaved. It was also my body, mind and soul. I stretched in thebed, feeling some soreness from the night before. It actually felt nice, as ifit were a gift from my owners. I craned my neck to look at the clock on the
table. It was 9:00. I slowly got up, stretched my naked body again, and starteddownstairs to my room to shower, shave, and dress for the day. As I headeddownstairs, I heard two voices coming from the kitchen. They were both female.
One was Sheila, but I didn't recognize the other. I quietly walked through thefamily room toward my bedroom, which was right before the kitchen. I slowlyopened the bedroom door and stepped inside, closing it behind me. I showered,
shaved and took care of my normal morning ritual. When I stepped back into thebedroom, I noticed there was a pair of black silk bikini panties and a blacklace apron lying on the foot of the bed. A note lay on top of the apron. It read
"put these on and report to me in the kitchen". Sheila had signed it. I put thetwo items of humiliating attire on and headed toward the kitchen. I hesitatedbefore entering, just outside the entryway. As if Sheila could see through the
wall, she spoke loud and clear."Don't be bashful John, come on in."I nervously approached the entrance and walked in. Sheila and her friend weresitting at the table. I could tell Sheila had already been through her morning
workout. Her body glistened with a light sheen of perspiration. She wore herspandex shorts and a black T-shirt. She had already taken off her tennies andsocks. I looked at her friend. I know I was blushing. She was smiling at me with
her perfectly white even teeth. Her eyes looking me over from top to bottom. Shewas a very pretty, sassy looking black lady. Her looks reminded me of ToniBraxton. Her chair was facing away from the table and towards me. Her hair was
cut short and stylish. Her face was beautiful, a creamy mocha complexion, highcheekbones, full lips, cute nose, and dark intelligent eyes which sparkled witha playful curiosity. She had obviously been working out with Sheila. She wore a
one piece, aqua green, spandex outfit. The bottom part came to the upper thigh,and the upper was the tank top style, which bared her shoulders and cleavage.She was petite and in shape. I would guess her height to be 5'2" and her weight
at 110lbs. Her age was probably around thirty. She had her left leg over herright and was swinging her foot. She had dancer's legs. She still had on herwhite tennies and socks. Finally Sheila broke the silence.
"Kim, this is John. John this is my good friend Kim."Kim spoke first. Her voice was perky, yet it also purred. "It's nice to meet youJohn. Sheila has been telling me all about you." She had that ability to smile
as she talked….not only with her mouth, but with her eyes as well."Nice to meet you also Kim" I half murmured."Why don't you freshen up our coffee, pour yourself a cup and join in," Sheila
said."I will take just a touch of cream in mine," Kim added.I poured their coffee and sat down in between them. I felt so ridiculous in myoutfit. Kim just smilingly looked me over. Every time I would look at her, her
eyes would be looking into mine, and I would look away after a second or two.She finally spoke."Nice outfit John. It's really flatters you."I thought Sheila was going to fall out of the chair laughing. Kim just kept
looking at me and smiling. Then she spoke again."Is it just show, or do you really clean house?"I was so embarrassed I didn't say anything. She just kept on smiling, feelingand enjoying my awkwardness. Sheila was still laughing.
"Well", she said. "Do you really perform maid duties or not?"I knew now she expected an answer."I…uh…I am just learning. Sheila is training me."Sheila lifted her bare foot and nudged my thigh. Kim could plainly see the move.
"That's Mistress Sheila, John." Sheila corrected me."Yes Mistress Sheila," I responded."And you can refer to Kim as Mistress also. Do I make myself clear?""Yes Mistress, perfectly."
Kim was just listening to all of this with a knowing smile on her pretty face.Sheila again spoke."In fact, why don't you make her feel at home and ask her if she needsanything."I looked into Kim's eyes. "Mistress Kim, is there anything I can do for you"?
"Sheila has been telling me you give a great foot massage. After our three milerun this morning, I could sure use one."As she said this, she swung her leg higher than usual, extended her pointedfoot, and held it there for a couple of seconds before swinging it down again.
All without breaking eye contact. This woman knew exactly what she was doing. I got out of my chair and sat before her cross-legged. Kim uncrossed her leg andplaced her shoe on my thigh. I looked into her large brown eyes, getting lost in
them for a second. She nudged my thigh and spoke."Get on with it slave"."Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress," I answered.I unlaced her white running shoes. Pulling the shoe by the heel, I slipped it
off her foot. Her white anklet socked foot raised and pointed toward my mouth.Holding it just inches from my mouth, she spoke again."Use your mouth to remove my sock, slut.""Oh, you are a wicked one Kim," Sheila laughingly said.
"I've seen his type before. You have to establish who is in charge right away.It's actually very close to training a dog."Meanwhile, I had placed my lips just at the top and rear of the anklet and was
pulling it off her foot. As I pulled it down her foot, my lips and nose draggedalong her sole. MM.…her odor was intoxicating. It was an earthy jasmine scent.It must have been a combination of her perspiration from the run and perfume she
had put on earlier. I pulled it completely off and lay the sock down. I then didthe same with the other foot. After her feet were bare, I finally looked atthem. They were very feminine and soft. A small arch, average width, and long
toes. You could tell they were professionally taken care of. Her nails werebright red, which contrasted nicely to her brown tops. As with most women ofAfrican heritage, her soles were noticeably lighter than the rest of her foot. I
found this very erotic. I lifted her right foot and started kneading the solewith my thumb. I passionately massaged her entire foot, even massaging eachindividual toe softly between my thumb and finger. I worked the muscles of her
legs as far as I could reach. As I massaged, she and Sheila continued theirconversation as if I wasn't there. From what I could gather, Kim was a lawyerfor one of the brokerage firms Sheila used in her real estate deals. I could
also sense they had been good friends for a long time. Occasionally Kim wouldlook down at me and tell me to concentrate on this spot or rub a little harder.After a good thirty minutes, she told me to get her and Sheila another cup of
coffee. When I refilled their cups, Sheila told me to assume the position againand massage her feet and legs. I, of course, did as commanded. Once again Iworked my magic, and once again they basically ignored me. After another thirty
minutes, Sheila told me to start cleaning the house. I started upstairs withtheir bathroom, cleaning the sinks, toilet and shower. Mopping the floor andcleaning the mirrors. After two hours of working my ass off, I took a break. I
had been sitting in one of the bedroom chairs for only five minutes when Sheilaand Kim came into the room."What's going on John," Sheila said seriously. "Why aren't you working?""I have been Mistress. I am just taking a quick break."
"Were you given permission?""No Mistress. I'm sorry Mistress, but I really have been working hard. Take alook at the bathroom. It's sparkling clean, honest.""That's not the point, John. The point is that you didn't have permission to
take a break. When you are in my servitude, you need permission for everything.In fact, I even want you to ask permission to use the bathroom. Am Iunderstood?""Yes Mistress. Again I am sorry. It won't happen again."
"You will have to be punished for this later, but right now Kim and I are goingout. When I return this afternoon, I expect this house to be spotless.""Yes Mistress. It will be.""Then crawl over here and tell Kim how nice it was making her acquaintance."
I got off the chair and crawled to the two women. On my knees before them, Ilooked up into Kim's smiling face. "It was nice to meet you Kim." Her smile left her face as she looked down at me. "Didn't you forget something
slave?"I couldn't think of what I did wrong. I could feel both of them glaring at me. Ilost all ability to concentrate."I…uh…I can't think of anything."Kim looked at Sheila and rolled her eyes. Sheila looked at Kim and nodded.
"Go ahead Kim, he deserves it."Before I knew what happened, Kim backhanded me hard across the face. Then shecame back to my other cheek. It all happened so fast, I didn't have time todefend myself. She then placed her bare foot on my chest and pushed me hard. I
went flying and landed on my back. She immediately was hovering over me. I felther foot on my crotch. I squirmed as she pushed harder. I was becoming genuinelyscared, as it was becoming quite painful. Sheila had come over and placed her
foot on my chest, as if to stop my squirming. Kim again spoke. This time therewas a hard edge to her voice."Now can you remember?"My mind was now useless. I couldn't even talk. She saw all of this and more in
my eyes. She pushed harder into my crotch. I grimaced in pain, pleading with myeyes. I saw her eyes soften, not in pity, but in lust. As the pressure of herfoot grew, she spoke slowly and very deliberately."About two hours ago, at the kitchen table, what did your owner say was the
proper way to address me?"It hit me like a ton of bricks. How could I be so stupid?"Mistress. She told me to address you as Mistress. I am so sorry Mistress."She released the pressure of her foot. I am sure she could sense my body relax a
bit. Sheila stepped back a couple of steps to watch Kim's next move. Kim walkedover to the chairs by the fireplace. Her and Sheila sat down. Sheila thensnapped her fingers. I was then given the order to crawl over and kneel in front
of them. As I knelt before them, Sheila began to speak."John, Kim is a long time friend of mine. We are business acquaintances, but goback much further than that. As you know, my parents are quite wealthy. When I
was growing up, it was common for wealthy people of their generation to have ablack maid. Well, Kim's mother was my parent's maid. She was like a part of thefamily. She would come every Monday and Friday. In the summer, she would bring
Kim over. Even though Kim is younger than I am, we became close friends. WhenKim graduated from high school she got a scholarship to I.U. She went to lawschool after that and passed the bar. She knows all about Tom and me. She also
knows all about you, John. There are a few special people that I am going toloan you out to. Kim is one of them. In fact, she and those other people aregoing to be an intricate part of your training."I was stunned. I had no idea there were such elaborate arrangements for me. It
was becoming very evident that my slavery had been carefully planned out. Thistime Kim started speaking."John, just to give credit where credit is due. Sheila's father had a lot to dowith me getting that scholarship. He was and still is a mover and shaker in this
state. I never had a father when I was growing up; both of Sheila's parentstreated me like one of their own children. You should also know that during gradschool, I had a slave. He was a white under graduate student. He served me for
almost two years. We eventually went our separate ways, but I still have veryfond memories. Since then I have been engaged, but that eventually broke off. Inow just play the field. I haven't had another submissive man since grad school,
so I am really looking forward to using you John."My head was reeling. In all my wildest fantasies I never thought that I wouldever go this far. The two women were silently looking me over, as if trying to
decide what bombshell to hit me with next. Sheila spoke next."John, in order to get you to where we want you, there is going to be disciplineinvolved. I told you that I would punish you later for taking a break without
permission. Then you forgot to address Kim properly. Since that you know Kim isgoing to help train you, I think the three of us should take a walk out to thebarn and start your training in earnest. I know we are not dressed in our
leathers as you see your fantasy Dommes in the magazines. But this isn't fantasyJohn. If you don't know by now, you soon will, that power does not come fromouter attire. It comes from our intelligence and our desire to enslave you. So,
dressed as we are, let's take that walk."I started to rise, but Kim put her foot in my thigh and told me to stay. Sheilagot up and walked into the closet. She soon returned with a leather strap and acat of nine tails. She also collared and leashed me. I was scared. I knew I was
going to be punished, as I never had before. There was no giggling or funnychat. They were taking this very seriously. As Kim stood, Sheila gave the leasha sharp tug indicating that I should stand also. The two women then walked out
of the room, pulling me behind them. As we reached the garage entrance, Sheilahad me take off my apron and panties. I was totally nude now. I was then ledthrough the garage and outside. The sun was back out and the warmth had
returned. As I walked behind them towards the barn, I watched the soles of theirfeet starting to turn dirty. I also felt my balls filling up with cum. I knewthey were going to hurt me, but that was all right, I was their property.

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