In Springfield, a vibrant community rises.
In Springfield, a bar was a favorite spot where I'd reluctantly leave to join Bill, my former military companion, at a gathering. As we finalized our bill, Bill revealed that his marriage, FLR, is female-led. This information was unfamiliar to me.
"Female-led relationship. My wife, Angie, is in charge of our union. That's how it was in my parents' union. Dad was a pushover, and he couldn't manage money. Consequently, Mom took control of the finances, and it only expanded from there. Dad appreciated it.
"But with Angie and me, there's more to it." He chuckled. "Haven't you noticed this pattern between us before?"
We walked towards the bar's entrance. I admitted that I'd only met Angie twice - during their wedding and the previous year. Therefore, I could only recall her as a typical girl. The portrait she'd taken of him the preceding year was unforgettable; it now hung in his living room.
"She's an extraordinary photographer. However, she's also a self-assured woman."
The evening's steamy air in the Arkansas region weighed on me as we navigated to Bill's dark green Suburban.
He turned on the car's interiors and informed me, "We're attending a party with other couples who uphold an FLR policy. Curious couples will also be present. Angie requested that I bring you to meet her circle."
"Fine with me." I went along with the plan after enjoying several beers and a shot of Jamesons.
We arrived at our destination in ten minutes, and the venue appeared conventional- typical middle-class homes - a community gathering place. Angie greeted me cheerfully and introduced me to ten other couples. However, I was captivated by a bare-skinned blonde dangling by her wrists, with her knees slightly bent and her ankles at around waist height. She was engaged in contentious discussion with a man; an uncivil interaction. The individual grabbed a gag and inserted it into her mouth, belligerently asserting, "You're staying!"
"What's the deal with her, Angie?"
She rolled her eyes, saying, "I invited an agency for a male model. They consented, but then failed to provide one. Instead, they sent her. And she is irate because she was informed she'd only be on display for an hour when the meeting was four hours. Therefore, I suppose she's stuck."
"What's going to happen to her?"
She responded, "We're about to show a video in the subsequent room. Feel free to join us."
"I will." I convened to the restroom, still contemplating the blonde model's exposure. Seeing a shaved pussy was a novelty. I needed to suppress the desire to touch her tender vulva. She appeared tired and unamused. I removed the gag from her mouth, and she released a substantial volume of saliva.
"You seemed to require a respite."
"Thank you. Yes, ball gags can be tedious."
"Angie informed me you were meant to be a male model."
The blonde model reacted wearily. "He wasn't truthful with me. And staying like this for over two hours is wearing on my shoulders." She seemed completely accepting of being nude in front of me.
"Would you prefer to step down?"
She smiled wearily. "If I step down, he won't receive his modeling payment. There must be a nude male model present."
She was striking. Amusing ideas occasionally cross my mind. Angie desired a nude male model. I considered replacing her. Post-replacement, possibly, she'd express extreme appreciation for my actions. I entertained the notion of servicing a bare labia. I informed her I could take her place if she stayed nearby.
"The assailant took my clothes, and I don't trust this dominant community wouldn't welcome a naked female."
"No worries." I went back to the Suburban, retrieved my Filson cotton raincoat, and offered it to her. "If you wear this, will you stay?"
"Absolutely."
Afterwards, I moved a stool beneath her and lowered her ankles. She was visibly relieved as her wrists were released. She stepped down, attempting to massage her shoulders.
"Oh, that's wonderful. Thank you. We should relocate you to your position now."
All right, here's the story again in my own words:
So, I'm about to tell you a wild and crazy tale. I took off my clothes, even though I wasn't comfortable being naked while she remained clothed. She strapped leather cuffs onto my wrists, securing them to the chain above me, and then fastened cuffs onto my ankles, attaching them to the same chain. My knees were forced to be higher than my shoulders, and my wrists higher than my head. She pushed the stool away and donned my rain coat.
"Hi, what's your name?"
"I'm David. And you?"
"I'm called Jennie. Thank you for being such a gentleman. Trust me, it would've been painful for my shoulders to hold this position for any longer. If I ever get the chance, I'm gonna give Adam what he deserves. He told me I'd be a nude model. Well, I learned that this was a gathering of people who love dominating men. Adam didn't mention that part at all. I was so surprised that everyone gasped when he first tied me up." She shook her head, indicating that life's full of lessons. Then she went to the fridge and grabbed a can of Pepsi.
The door of the video room opened, and out came several men and women who were chatting. The front door opened and a tall woman with red hair and fair skin entered wearing a long coat that didn't cover much below her mid-calf. She wore boots whose top was exposed. She immediately approached me; I felt my skin crawling.
"Is this the current slave, Angie?" spoke the woman.
"He was known as Gina, but Renee claimed him. This was unexpected."
"So, the auction already happened?" The woman scowled and tightly gripped my testicles, causing me to stop breathing. "Ugh, that's a bummer. You seem like a perfect victim. But remember, this is about a female-led life where we dominate men. Not stealing people and making them victims!"
"Gina, loosen his balls," Angie ordered. Slowed, she let go of my balls.
"Alright, FLRs, enjoy your evening."
I was relieved when the front door closed after Gina left. Angie glanced at me, looking surprised. "David, let me explain how badly you screwed up. You were supposed to be an auctioned-off male model for a month-long period as a slave. As in, Femdom slavery. But Jennie's agency messed up, and... well, Gina decided to demand control. Do not want to spend a month under her."
I didn't disagree.
"What should we do?"
"I'll call Renee, Jan."
"Hi, I'm David. I'm at a place where women dominate men. You're Jan Stuart, right? Are you ready to dominate a man like us Femdom masters?"
"Yes, but remember, we're only dominating if you agree. I saw you voluntarily handcuffed to that pole for women's enjoyment. That's right, you voluntarily gave up your dignity. Listen, David, the lady Jennie is part of our group. Gina is tough on her slaves. Many people were here tonight for the auction, and they're missing out. So, without any more delays, how about becoming our male slave? Renee's been away from Femdom for a long time. Her husband was a submissive man, but he passed away from colon cancer. She hasn't been active in our lifestyle since then. So, count yourself lucky that you're not getting Gina."
"Well, wait. Do you have to keep me here?"
"No, Jennie. You didn't know about us, so it's not your fault. However, we all agreed to hold an auction for this month's male slave. He's been deemed available. It's not bad though - we've got many kinky women you'll meet. Look at Bill over there, just being amused. As for you, you're expected to give up your modesty and dignity as a part of this Femdom lifestyle. It's a give and take. The women get to control the men. Many of them enjoy dominating, while others become more confident in their domineering abilities. It's an entertaining and empowering experience."
I glanced at Bill, wondering if I'd fallen for something. George stood there, smiling like his wife had just sent him to get milk. I looked at Bill, trying to understand how I wound up here.
Angie returned with news, "Renee's on her way here. She'll assess the situation before making any decisions." She glanced at me, pensively, for a moment. "What do you think, David? You've heard about our group. We can't let you go. Gina will come after us, one by one. She's vengeful."
She addressed Jan, "What were your thoughts about his reaction when you told him about Renee's past?"
Jan chuckled, "I think he just offered to step in for Jennie, hoping she'd be grateful later on!"
Jennie burst out laughing, and Angie turned to me again. "Is that what you were considering?"
"Um, well..."
"Answer up, David! Or I'll squeeze your testicles harder than Gina did!"
"Yes. Yes. Quicker, Angie! You're incredibly attractive!"
The front door opened, and a tall brunette, with hair nearly waist-length, entered. Angie and Jan moved towards her. She seemed unfamiliar, yet I couldn't place her. She wore denim shorts, a black top, and flip-flops.
The others present started to leave, while Jennie informed me that she'd be extremely grateful later on. Alone now, I attempted to eavesdrop on their conversation, but to no avail. However, a memory surfaced at the back of my mind. I recognized her – Renee Worthington, the girl I had last seen at a family reunion eleven years ago, when we were both fourteen. For crud's sake! I had developed a massive crush on her back then. I think we're fourth or fifth cousins. Could it really be?
Renee approached me. "You've landed in a bit of a mess, cousin."
I blushed profusely, feeling hot from my face to my tummy. I even felt my erection beginning to stir. Oh, please, no!
"Hi, Renee. Sorry to hear about your husband."
"Thanks. How have things been for you since then? Besides tonight's commotion."
This was humiliating. I had to avert my eyes, collect my thoughts. Eventually, I met her eyes, and tried to speak. I couldn't.
A smile appeared on her face, which slowly grew. I could see the sadness within her.
"Well, er, life's been okay. Nothing spectacular. Uh…"
"David, calm down. This is just us. Just chat."
I sighed deeply. "Yes. Oh, wow. You were so easy to talk to at Three Springs. I'd had a huge crush on you then."
"Really. You should've called me. We could've spoken more."
"Yeah. Young men aren't that bright." I inhaled deeply. "I don't seem very smart right now."
She smiled, like a person grateful to smile. The conversation became more fluid. The awkwardness melted away as I met her eyes. It was more comfortable that way. Time passed, but I had no idea how much. The others left, except Angie, Bill, and Jan. Still, Jennie remained.
Renee addressed me, "So, you're in trouble with Gina. You're definitely not interested in her. She's harsh. But I won't take you with me as a roommate for a few weeks. I'll buy you. And you must agree to be my slave for the next thirty-one days. Jennie will take your clothes with her. The only male clothing in my house has been donated. You'll be naked 24/7, and you'll serve me. This is what I was used to when I was married. This will be a Femdom relationship. Just follow orders. Is that something you can cope with? I own you. Alternatively, we could call Gina."
I looked at a woman who was accustomed to being obeyed.
"Yes, cousin. I'll be your slave."
She pinched my balls tightly, much harder than Gina did. "And you'll call me 'Mistress.'"
I swallowed hard and muttered, "Yes, Mistress."
She loosened her grip and addressed Jan and Angie, "Yes, we're in agreement. Let's lead him away. Jennie, could you take David's clothes and give me your phone number? In thirty-one days, I'll give you a call on where to return them. Sound fair?"
Jennie snickered, "You don't mess around, do you? That sounds fair. David, serve well." She departed, leaving us. "Wait! I need a ride! Can someone escort me home?"
"I'll drop you off," Angie replied. "It'd probably be best for David not to know where you reside."
Everyone found that amusing.
Jan chuckled, "Renee, shouldn't you shave him before he leaves? I've got shaving cream and a razor just for that model we were meant to get."
Renee's eyes sparkled when she looked at me. "Slaves get shaved, David. Come on, ladies. Let's do it."
Things became more intense. Jan and Angie loosened my ankles, then secured the cuffs on them. They chained my ankles to a manual engine block hoist and lifted my legs up, still wide at the knees. This was humiliating. When my ankles were above my head, Jan began cutting my pubic hair with scissors. When only a stubble remained, she put shaving cream all over my genital area and anus. Everywhere. Then they carefully shaved me. I had a smooth chest, but they shaved my legs too. It was all done in twenty minutes. Wow!
Jan also had lotion and aftershave intended for the model who would have taken Jennie's place. She and Angie used it on me. They placed a stool under me and lowered my legs back down. Renee released my wrists and told me to get on my knees. When I was kneeling, she placed a black leather collar around my neck.
"You're going to serve me for thirty-one days, slave. Agree to my terms."
"I accept your terms, Mistress."
It all seemed so surreal. She hooked a leash to my collar and thanked Angie for calling her, hugging her and Jan. She led me to her car and opened the passenger door for me. I got in on her command. Jennie said goodbye and got in Angie's car. Bill told me to remain open-minded and left in his Suburban. Jan and her husband also left, leaving me alone with Renee. She got behind the wheel and smiled at me.
"So, this is how you thought your day would end?"
"Definitely not like this, Mistress." I slowly shook my head, feeling slightly awkward.
"I controlled my marriage. My husband was a natural submissive, much like Bill. Jan became involved with a man who wasn't submissive, but she took charge, which he eventually accepted. Now he willingly follows her lead, and they're happy in their relationship.
"You're my slave for a month. Let's agree to make it an enjoyable month. Then you can go back to Colorado."
I nodded. Suddenly, the lack of control hit me hard.
"Can I speak?"
"Of course, slave. Just don't make me angry."
I started to laugh but stopped myself. I just contemplated for a moment. It was my first time around Renee in eleven years. She appeared confident as she drove through town, while I felt... what?
"What's going to happen next?"
She parked her car in Central City Park, drove for about a block and secured a parking spot. The car stopped and the lights went out. She facing me, a streetlight illuminated her smile.
"You're really nervous right now."
"Yes, very, very nervous. I'm... I'm..."
"What's going to occur, is you'll feel more comfortable with nudity. Your nudity. Slaves are nude. As you are. And we're going to take a walk in the park. To expand your boundaries."
She exited the vehicle, opened my door, and took my leash, pulling me out. There were several other cars in the lot. I knew we were likely to be seen.
"And David, if you upset me, I won't hesitate to leave you here, naked and helpless."
Her expression was unsettling. The pleasant smile was gone, and I felt incredibly alone.
"I'm sorry. This is all new to me. I didn't mean to bother you."
She squeezed my testicles. "Mistress, slave. Always remember."
I exhaled a high-pitched yes, mistress, and she freed my testicles. She yanked my leash and guided me onto the sidewalk, making me stay behind her. The heat and humidity were still high. However, I was grateful it was dark. She led me on a brisk walk, and we reached another bench. Renee sat down, instructing me to kneel before her. I followed her directions, and she simply sat there, gazing at me in my discomfort. After a few moments, she asked how submissive I felt.
"Very submissive, Mistress." She observed me for a few moments, then crossed her legs and removed a flip flop.
"Then you should be eager to lick my foot, slave."
I bent down and kissed that beautiful tanned foot. Based on how dark her tan was, it was clear that Renee was an outdoor enthusiast. I kissed it twice more, then gently licked it. Her foot was quite enticing. I gave it another kiss and took a moment to suck on one of her larger toes, going in circles with my tongue. There was a hint of rubber from the flip flop, but that wasn't a problem. I also detected the familiar scent of Skin So Soft. I started to really enjoy it. I carefully licked in between all of Renee's toes, steering clear of looking up at her.
"Keep at it, slave," Renee commanded. I followed suit while I heard a couple leaving the park and made their way to their car. When they were right in front of us, Renee said, "Don't stop, slave. Just keep licking." And so, I did. Renee's smile was radiant.
"Renee, who is this guy down there, worshipping your foot?" inquired her friend, Charlotte.
"Oh, this is David - my slave for the next month." Charlotte and her own slave, Jim, laughed. "And don't say a word, just continue with what you're doing," Renee ordered.
Complying with the instructions, I remained focused on Renee's foot.
"He's doing quite well, Renee. You might want to keep him around," suggested Charlotte.
"He's not in the lifestyle, though," Renee clarified. "At the end of the month, he may return to Colorado."
"I bet he'll beg you to let him stay," added Charlotte.
"We'll see. I'm not so sure if he's truly a sub or not," Renee pondered.
"He's putting on a good show right now," observed Charlotte.
"We'll see," replied Renee. They left us now.
Renee smiled and crossed her legs, pulling off her other flip flop. She instructed me to keep working on her foot. I followed her orders and continued to lick her toes. While I did this, I mused about submission.
"Good enough," Renee said, a bit more sharply than before. I questioned if I'd made an error.
"No, slave. You did great. And I've placed you in a difficult scenario - having to service a foot while others were watching. You handled it well, though," Renee acknowledged. She kneaded my nipples, causing a soft moan to escape me.
"You need to turn me on a lot more for the next few days," she remarked. "What will be your primary objective?"
"To excel as a slave for you," I responded.
"Hmm," Renee murmured, contemplating my answer for a moment. "Are you serious about it?"
"Yes, Mistress." I could see her eyes shining in the park light. "I don't want you to regret keeping me around once my time here expires."
"A-ha. Let's see how serious you are," she teased.
We drove off the park. On the road back home, we encountered a teenage couple making out. They were astounded by the woman leading a nude man on a leash. They broke into peals of laughter and ran off.
I felt relieved to leave the park, as I was getting quite the erection while Charlotte was around. Renee steered her car onto a paved road leading out of town, driving through an electronic gate and using a plastic card to unlock it.
"This used to be a shed where my grandfather would process his deer. I inherited this property from him, and when I received the three hundred acre field, I built a home here and turned this building into a dungeon," Renee shared. "I also managed my grandfather's real estate operations." She stopped in front of a well-insulated shop building that now housed a large, ornate bed.
"Don't take off the collar," she told me. I did as she instructed, and followed her into the building. She switched on some lights, revealing a finished and well-maintained space.
"I'll remove the cuffs," Renee said, releasing me. I headed to the bathroom and took a shower, hesitating over whether or not to wear the collar again. However, if I entered her presence without it, it'd be seen as disobedient. So, I put it back on along with its leash and returned to her.
"Well done. I'd have been disappointed if you hadn't put on the collar. But we don't require this." She removed the lead and requested me to lie on the bed. She swiftly tied me spread-eagled. I had a substantial erection, which she squeezed tightly. "That is a stunning, firm cock. It's such a shame you can't use it today." She released it and left me. The shower started again. I pondered what it'd be like to have a woman own you. Truly own you.
The water ceased, and she was soon near the bed. She brandished a remote control she often employed to unlock a car door, then switched off the main lights and switched on a light fixture at my back. I couldn't see it, but it provided pleasant indirect illumination. I was enthralled by the manner in which Renee moved. She was nude but strolled about the room, or dungeon, with such fluidity, as if she regularly went without clothes. Her pubic area was smooth, and her skin had a deep brown hue, with no tan lines. She made me think of a girl I'd known in Germany, where public nudity is more prevalent than you may imagine.
"You're staring."
"I apologise. You move so naturally, like someone accustomed to going without clothes. It made me think of a girl I knew in Germany. She would lead me to a public park where many individuals disrobed and sunbathed. She was always so relaxed about it, but I never eased into it."
"Maybe by the end of this month, you'll be more comfortable with nudity. I do intend to keep you nude 24/7. That's certain to alter your perspective. Now, you were quite skilled with my feet, so let's observe how you handle my pussy."
She faced me, but turned around and sat on my face, forcing my nose up her backside as she reclined. Breathing was challenging, but I couldn't complain. I attempted to maintain a light touch on her lips and clitoris, but she leaned slightly forward, grinding on my face. Renee was quite direct, instructing me to be gentle or forceful. Submit, David! flashed through my thoughts, follow her orders!
She stimulated my nipples with her fingers, using her nails when she wanted. Occasionally it hurt. And I liked it. This was a surprising discovery for me. The pain enhanced the size of my erection. And when she was grinding on me once more, I sensed her tensing and shivering, and her fluids flowed. I imagined being a bee, drawing nectar. Woman! She tasted divine!
She detached herself from my mouth and rested on my left leg. We simply breathed. I admired her genital region and couldn't stop contemplating it, so smooth and brown. My distant cousin's attractive crotch, I contemplated. I almost expressed that aloud, but I could not imagine myself uttering it. Yet, I could've fallen asleep looking at it and been content with that outcome.
After a while, her pussy returned to me. "Lick it gently." I focused on the easy part, carefully separating her inner lips with my tongue, simply up and down, attempting to keep her near me while causing her to moan louder. She leaned around a tad, and I anticipated she might take my penis into her mouth. It wasn't to happen, though. That was yet another thought I'd maintain within myself. She sat back up, leaning forward, my nose moving up her buttocks. She smelled pristine. I supposed she might have climaxed once more, but I remained unsure. I pushed my tongue inside her completely and she ground on it, my breathing, still difficult. Eventually, she leant forward and ground on my face. I struggled to slip her clitoris into my mouth, yet as I believed I'd accomplished it, I drew forcefully! There was no doubt about her orgasm, any of them. She stiffened and shook, and I lapped up her discharge, her sex smelled so incredible. She lay across my leg once more and drew away somewhat. I hoped she was content.
It felt like we'd been asleep. My eyes opened to find her still on top of me, her tempting pussy and wrinkled anus just inches away. She was breathing deeply, evenly, clearly asleep. I had no idea what time it was. I glanced at her leg to see why she had opened the large door - dawn was starting to show in the east. Cool! We were in bed, yet we could see the sunrise. What a spectacular sight to behold alone. I leaned forward and kissed her fleshy lips. Wow! I was losing myself in her outer lips when I sensed her stirring. Her body moved, and I took initiative. Her lips parted, revealing her glistening, engorged clitoris. Her moans became louder as she thrusted her prize closer to me. Did she want me to eat her? I gently ran my tongue along her clit, waiting for her reaction. A low moan escaped from her throat, and she became even more enthusiastic. Yes, I sensed a revelation. Her hand closed around my thighs, and she sat up with her anus inches from my nose. She pulled at my nipples with her nails, her ass shaking above my face. She came again, crying out loudly. Witnessing her so wet made me hard. Renee, with her back facing me, lifted herself a few steps on her knees. She paused, smiled, and slowly lowered herself onto my tongue. I devoured her like a vampire, but she ground herself down forcefully on my face. I struggled to keep up with her pace, so I just stuck my tongue out and hoped to bring her close to an orgasm. It worked. I tasted her sweet nectar again while she rested against the head of the bed. I was still hungering for more. I found her swollen clitoris and opened wide, allowing her to lean against the headboard and give me unrestricted access. When her orgasm settled, I lay beside her on the bed, my arm bound.
She gazed at the sunrise. "I can't sleep when I see daylight. It's way better than being asleep. What did you think of it?"
"It was beautiful, Mistress. The most awe-inspiring moment, watching the sun rise between your legs." I held her gaze. "My Mistress."
"Was that the first thing you saw when you woke up this morning?"
"No, Mistress. When I awoke, I was greeted by your intimate region mere inches from my face. That was truly captivating."
"Wow, that's amazing! I could make a love poem out of that. But I'm also curious - how obedient do you feel?"
"Whatever you desire, Mistress."
She stood, took a step over my face, and squatted above me. "Lick my anus, slave."
And there she was, asking me to perform a new act. The sight of her anus sent my thoughts racing with submission. I relinquished control, and I thought about how commandingly she asked for what she wanted and how she presented herself. I no longer had any past experience with this, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. Renee Worthington had no issues instructing a man about her desires. The sun had risen above the trees when she lifted herself from my face. My erection was causing some discomfort. She looked down, gently pinched my scrotum, and remarked, "Sorry, no special treatment for you this morning. It's time for you to cook breakfast."
"Breakfast"
"Yes, slave. You think your only purpose is to serve me sexually?"
I was submitting.
"No, Mistress. I would gladly cook breakfast for you."
"Good. We'll have breakfast burritos. I prefer my eggs very fluffy."
Meanwhile, a car was climbing the driveway, causing me anxiety. Renee giggled at my discomfort. "It's Jan and Angie. They're here for out-of-town showings. Just act normal."
In dropped Jan and Angie from Bill's Suburban. I had to remain calm.
"Early start?" Jan chimed. "You've had twelve hours of slave time. How's it going?"
"Well, she hasn't beaten me yet, but she did warn me she'd let me roam naked and tied up in a park."
Jan nodded as if it was a fantastic idea. "That would work. That's how I convinced Harold to become my chattel."
She looked quite serious. Unfortunate for Harold.
"We stopped by the office," Angie then said. "You should take the day off." She looked at me. "If you were so inclined."
"I was cooking breakfast burritos, Angie."
"Keep moving the eggs, slave. That'll stop them from solidifying."
"OK, Angie."
Jan and Angie glanced at each other, then Renee. "Can I do it? Please?"
Renee nodded. "Sure, Angie."
Angie sat beside me and teased my scrotum with a finger and thumb. My member became fully erect.
"David, meet Bill's long-time friend. From now on, address your owner as Mistress. Refer to every other woman as 'Miss.' Is this clear?"
"Yes, Miss Angie," I said, experiencing a state of sexual submission and confusion. "I'll remember."
"Good, Angie. You're the only one who gets to touch him, so enjoy yourself."
"I will, Mistress."
The situation became intense as she dug her fingernails into my skin. "Yes, Ma'am! I'm sorry! I won't forget!"
"Good, servant. And I'll make sure to tell Bill about that massive boner when I pinched you."
We all laughed at my discomfiture as Jan and Angie got into the Suburban.
"Enjoy your day, Renee!"
Renee walked out with them, still naked. Not even a pair of flip flops. She looked so natural and breathtaking. Wow.
They left, and Renee released me. I went to the bathroom for relief, washed, and came out wondering if she'd let me take a shower.
"Breakfast is what I need right now, servant."
We walked to the house, still naked, with Renee carrying her clothes and flip flops. Breakfast burritos are simple to make, and soon we were satisfied. We had a cup of coffee, and I asked if she'd join me in the shower.
"No, servant. Mistresses and servants don't shower together. Also, we are in a matriarchy, now. If you want to shower, you need to ask my permission." New territory to explore.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am. This is all new to me. I didn't mean to be presumptuous."
She smiled. Her teeth stood out starkly against her brown skin.
"I know it's unfamiliar to you, servant. You'll adjust. You may shower, if you want."
I contemplated my servitude as I cleaned up. Servant. Slave. Submission.
When I was done, I looked for Renee. I heard the sound of water running and followed it to the main bathroom. In her bedroom, she didn't seem pleased when I entered.
"You can get on your knees and wait for instructions. Servant."
I did just that. When she was ready, I washed her hair and back. I had a large towel ready for her when she stepped out of the tub. She dried off and told me to get her purse from the dungeon. When I reentered the house, she was sitting at the breakfast bar. She wore red volleyball shorts and a white top with nothing underneath it.
"Now. While you're in training, I'll require you to get on your knees and kiss my feet every time you enter or leave the house. Okay?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
Even a beginner like me could see the sense in that. I did as she wanted.
"Good. Angie and Bill are holding a party this Friday night. The women will be dressed casually. The men will only wear chastity cages. To prepare for the event, we should work on getting you a more appropriate skin tone. I can show you a discreet spot on the acreage where you can tan. We'll do it together today. Sounds good?"
"Yes, Ma'am." I took a deep breath. "I'd like to spend the day with you."
"Thank you, servant. I'm enjoying your company, too. There's a twelve-pack cooler in the cupboard. Fetch me a six-pack and some water and we'll take the side by side to the back of the property."
"Yes, Ma'am."
I fetched the beverages and put the steaks in the fridge. When I returned to the living room, she showed me a chastity cage. I was truly disheartened. She had me stand in front of her, and in thirty seconds, it was over. The first time I'd been caged.
"It's just a reminder that you're not your own man. It isn't permanent. Maybe you'll be lucky and get to use your cock on Saturday."
"As you wish, Ma'am." I said it, but I didn't really mean it. David! Submit! My inner voice.
We got to the side by side and she took the wheel. The volleyball shorts on her were a welcome distraction. All I could think of was sex, but she was denying me. I'd enjoyed last night with her. I could still see her, sleeping with her private parts just inches away from my face. Sigh.
She drove away from the back of the house to a dirt track that went into the woods. It led us to a pasture that had obviously been mowed occasionally. She laid out a blanket, stripped, and lay down.
"Come on, servant. Lie down beside me on your side. There you go. Now, bring your right knee up, and you'll tan that area you've never exposed before." She grinned mischievously. "But don't think that I may wake up tomorrow morning with my face just inches away from it."
"You appear really tanned, Ma'am. How do you achieve such a deep color?"
"There's a place in Texas called Hippie Hollow, it's a kind of nudist park where clothing is optional. I visited it for three weeks at the end of May, mainly to get away. But staying there under the hot Texas sun for three weeks can give anyone a good tan. Also, feeling naked for several days can be quite liberating, you understand?"
She chuckled. "Here's something intriguing: while dominating Arthur, an idea came to me that we should make a porn movie of us. Jan and Angie recorded it for me. Arthur was incredibly embarrassed, but I found it incredibly freeing."
She parked the side by side into its designated spot behind the house. I was shocked.
"Ma'am, I'd love to see that video."
"Don't push your luck with me, slave." But she was smiling when she said it. "You and I are just beginning. Who knows what may come of this? Now, I'm going to have a glass of wine. We'll be having dinner at 5:30. A salad and a baked potato with a rare steak for me. We'll be eating on the patio."
We went inside the house and I began preparing the meal. This was new to me. I didn't consider myself a great cook, but a potato, salad, and a steak seemed manageable. Renee sat at the breakfast bar and directed me on tasks for the next day. Laundry, with specific instructions on her work clothes. She showed me where to put her business attire and mowing the yard with six hours of tanning. And she showed me the room I would be using in the house. Although I was disappointed that we wouldn't be sharing a bed, I didn't voice my feelings. Submit.
I was running late with dinner, but she didn't mention it. Instead, she complimented me for preparing a good steak. I inquired about meal preparation for the rest of the week, worried about my culinary abilities. She eyed me for a moment before saying I would improve. She would leave instructions and recipe cards for each day's meal. I agreed enthusiastically. She smiled and suggested I have another glass of wine.
When I handed it to her I joked, "I'm not sure I want to discuss food now, Ma'am. Or even just you being nude at Hippie Hollow."
She laughed a bit. "Slave, are you thinking about food and me being naked at the lake at Hippie Hollow?"
"Well, both actually, Ma'am." I grinned hopefully. "What if, for some reason, I fail to prepare a meal according to your specifications? Would you be content with a burger, Ma'am?"
"Certainly. That'd be acceptable. One time. And after finishing the burger, I'd take you to the dungeon, tie you by the wrists, and whip your butt. It's been a long time since I've disciplined a man, so I'd greatly enjoy it. And it'd be interesting to see if you enjoy it too. Does this help you, slave?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I understand."
The phone rang, and Jan and Angie reported sales. Renee spent an hour on the call. When she finished, she changed into running shoes and went for a jog. Upon returning, she took a shower and called me to her room. She was lounging in a recliner.
"Lay a towel under my feet, slave." When this was accomplished, she handed me a bottle of Skin So Soft and instructed me to massage her feet with it while I gave her a foot rub. I took my time, trying to give her a good foot massage. She appeared to fall asleep, but I continued lightly. An hour later, she woke up and told me to leave. I departed, lingering to peek at her through the bedroom door. I wished fervently to sleep with her tonight, yet my inner voice ordered submission. I turned to leave.
"Breakfast burritos will be served at 8:30, slave. You did a great job with the eggs this morning."
"Yes, Ma'am."
I entered my room and fell asleep holding my cock cage, contemplating what it feels like to receive a whipping.
Oh wow, I felt so alone, you know? Ugh, the previous night was heavy on my heart.
She replied with a smile and devoured her burrito. She emptied her glass of orange juice and stood up.
"Here you can find the list for today's meals, placed on the kitchen counter next to the recipe box. You'll be tanning for six hours today." She patted my shoulder and said, "You enjoyed your meal, didn't you? I'm glad I managed to impress you. Enjoy your day, slave."
A brief kiss on my cheek, and she left in her heels.
On my own now. I thought this would give me a chance to reflect on things. I started the laundry. It wasn't much, actually, many of her clothes needed dry cleaning. I started the washing machine with the load I put in. Then I went outside and began mowing the lawn with her John Deere rider. She'd really made a beautiful home. The house was overshadowed by ancient oak trees full of playful squirrels – the trees had to be a hundred years old. The load in the dryer was done when I walked in, so I carefully folded her clothes and placed them back. I remembered three volleyball outfits of hers, her body had looked so good in them.
It was rather late now. I rushed to assemble a cooler and left for the tanning spot. I sipped a beer while lying down. I'd been naked for about thirty hours, so unbelievable!
I turned as she had instructed me. Remembering my situation made it difficult to think – but it only aroused me further. She had told me she owned me this month, causing a heavy ache in my cage. I approached the mirror, a naked man inside a cage. Somehow, I wasn't yearning for freedom, rather, I was aroused.
It was getting late, so I stayed on until seven. I had not eaten all day, but a peanut butter sandwich satisfied my hunger. I showered, then sat back and watched the ball game between the Cardinals and Houston, and dozed off during the news. I woke up to the sound of the front door opening and closing.
"Good evening, slave." She was laying her purse near the chair as she loosened her belt and kicked off her heels.
"Get down on your knees, slave." She took off her skirt, panties followed suite, stepping out of them.
"I've just signed an important contract with a major developer. How do you feel about that?"
"Congratulations, Mistress."
"Good response!"
Now she was standing in front of me, grabbing the back of my head.
"I feel like a stud, and I deserve some orgasms!" And she pulled my face towards her shaved pussy. "Eat me, slave!"
Oh my, what a stud! I held her hips, serving her. It didn't take long. She seemed to be in a rough mood, so excited perhaps due to her professional success or perhaps a client's charms. I tasted her again, kissed her lips and probed her insides.
"Oh yes! Harder!"
I obeyed and became more aroused. She was made of pleasure. I focused on fantasizing her smell. She came and dropped down on my face. Supporting her weight on one hand, she let her knees fall on the chair. My head was trapped in her crotch.
"Very good," she sighed, pulling herself away. "Follow me, slave."
She discarded her top and brassiere, leaving on just stockings. She laid down on her bed with her knees bent.
"Serve your Queen, slave. Take your time."
I gently touched her cheek.
"Very good, Mistress." Thank you, Madam.
I kissed my way down my queen's chest and stomach, landing on her sexual parts. I took my time with it, exploring her intimately, trying to pair my actions with her reactions, her movements. This was truly enjoyable. Renee seemed to be a natural when it came to sex; I loved trying to understand her, to please her. I didn't rush and she eventually had two orgasms, both happening in my mouth, and I licked her secretion like honey. Almost got over the agony of restrained erections.
She had a few orgasms and wanted to rest. She didn't tell me what to do, so I laid down for a bit. Sleep didn't come easily, so I rolled over and watched her sleep. Looking at her never gets old, but I couldn't help myself. She woke up suddenly.
"Why are you still here, slave?" With a little more emphasis on "slave," I was startled.
"I'm sorry, uh, I thought you just wanted to rest, I didn't realize you wanted me to leave. Was that the plan, mistress?" She seemed to relax. She rolled onto her side to face me.
"Yes. You should have left. I haven't given you permission to share my bed yet."
"Oops, my apologies, truly sorry. My bad, Mistress."
"Stay a while, slave. Have you slept?"
"No, mistress. I couldn't sleep, so I just watched you sleep."
"Not planning my murder, I hope."
"Far from it. I just... enjoy looking at you."
"Really. Was it as pleasing a view as what you woke up to on Monday?"
Her cheeky smile confused me at first, but then I understood. What a woman! She could joke around about that! I couldn't help it, I laughed out loud and blushed slightly.
"I've yet to see an unappealing sight on you, mistress."
"Good answer!" She got up and sat me down. She maintained eye contact as she climbed on top of me. Man, did she have a domineering side.
"Service your queen again." She kept her gaze locked on me as she settled herself atop me. She was rough this time, much different than the first go. Indulgent in her own pleasure, she controlled her body over me. "Wow!" I noticed she got wet again, and she came, and she may have squirted a little. My face was wet with her, and I loved it.
She stopped moving for a second, then sat up and faced me. She relaxed for a moment, then lay back down. I rolled over to look at her.
She pinched my scrotum lightly and said, "You're forgiven for being in my bed without permission, which you still don't have. But because you're a quick learner, I'll allow you to stay temporarily. However, until you have my approval, you'll sleep in the room I assigned you. Once you leave, kiss my feet and thank me for being a generous mistress."
I smiled at her, then obeyed her orders and headed for my room.
"And slave, remember to have breakfast burritos at eight thirty."
"Understood, mistress."
A couple of days later, Renee's story made the local newspapers. An estimated 200 new jobs would be created because of this transaction.
But it was Friday afternoon, the day of Angie's party. I made a dip for the occasion, but was now terrified at the idea of being naked in front of strangers. Renee had just arrived, and I was hoping for some support. The door opened and she stepped in, exposing her disrobed state.
"Mistress, forgive me."
"Relax, slave. Get on your knees." As she removed her dress and kicked off her heels, she tossed her panties to the side. She just had her bra and jewelry left, not much more. She stood over me and balanced her foot on my back, pulling my face to her sex. It's been daily routine this week, and I enjoyed being used in this manner. She was always aggressive with this, and I learned to match her energy. I went harder than usual and found her clit to be standing at attention, ready for attention. Curious thoughts filled my mind - sex? Orgasms? Domination? All of this would be great to ask her about one day. She stared at me for a bit, maybe enjoying her dominance over me.
She stepped backwards, her legs trembling slightly as she caught her breath. I continued to kiss her now-bare belly, stroking her buttocks and thighs gently. She took a deep breath and settled into a high chair at the breakfast bar. The sight of her never failed to affect me; she seemed so free and natural. I crawled closer and rested my head on her thigh, her hand coming to rest on my head. Pure bliss.
"Slave, I'm going to remove your cage so you can shave the stubble before we leave."
"Yes, Mistress. There's something I've been struggling with since the party last weekend. I know there were other women present, but all I could think of was how you overtook the situation. It's not rebellious or anything, but I've been feeling anxious about this afternoon. It's just the thought of being naked in front of other women." I raised my head to meet her gaze. "I know Bill will feel the same way, but..."
"Don't worry, slave. It'll be alright. You've behaved well this week. Now, I'm going to push some boundaries and you'll be okay, I promise."
Despite my misgivings, I answered "Yes, Mistress."
Her smile could have set sail on an expedition to discover new lands. She stroked my head before asking me to stand. I obliged, and she pulled me in for a deep, passionate kiss. Our first kiss, and my legs felt like jelly. She explored my mouth with her own, letting her tongue caress mine. Then, she withdrew.
"Slave, your Mistress kissing you is a very good sign. However, I expect you to offer a proper embrace."
"I-I'm not sure, Mistress. I'm afraid to touch you or hold you too tightly. Remember, this is a matriarchal situation and I don't want to cross any lines. The idea of crying out your name as I watch you sleep still feels wrong. Please, I just want to be a faithful servant for you."
The smile returned.
"Slave! Are you starting to understand the power of a matriarch?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good. Now, you're not allowed to stay in my bed after our private time. But if I kiss you, you can return the embrace. Just don't put your tongue in my mouth. Understood?"
My stomach fluttered. The thought of being in control of her was overwhelming.
"May I kiss you again, Mistress?"
"Of course, slave."
I embraced her as her lips met mine for a kiss once more. Feeling her chest pressed against mine and her lips against mine was something I dared not dream of. Her lips were hungry, her tongue going back and forth inside my mouth. After she pulled away, she placed her hand on the back of my head and commanded me. "Do it again, slave."
"We're getting close to spilling our coffee, slave. Hurry up and take a shower with me."
I was taken aback, but she didn't comment on it. She opened the glass door leading to the shower and turned on the water. She removed my cock cage and examined me closely. I hadn't experienced any chafing at all, and so my only concern was my absence of arousal. As she took charge of shaving me, I remained hard and unwavering.
She made me dry her first, and then caged and collared me, securing leather cuffs to my ankles and wrists. She donned a volleyball shorts set before slipping into flip-flops. Time to go.
"There will be between ten and twelve people here today. Just stay close to me and you'll be fine. None of the other women will bother you and there won't be any degrading tasks required of you. Just stay faithful to me. I'll protect you."
I promised "I'll be right by your side, Mistress."
Her house was grand, the bedroom even larger with its own shower stall and a deep, luxurious bathtub. I took my time shaving my facial hair, but her hands gently shaved my face for me. My erection didn't falter throughout the process. Renee's presence comforted me and I felt safe and secure in her presence, even being aroused by it.
After showering, she caged me and collared me before we left. This time, she wore shorts and a tank top, throwing on a pair of flip-flops as we headed for the door.
"Remember, I'm protecting you from any potential disrespectful comments or actions. There won't be any foot worship or degrading activities. Simply be my faithful servant."
I promised, "I'll stand by your side, Mistress."
The tan on you has developed marvelously, darling. I'm quite taken aback by the advancements you've made in a short time.
"Thanks, Master."
Far from being concerned about this bash, Renee was trading well. The attendees welcomed her presence, as it had been a while since couples-only gatherings. It was a casual event, and by night's end, I had a better grip on the relationship between Renee, Jan, and Angie.
"How're you holding up, pal?" Bill inquired.
"To be entirely honest, this is quite distinctive. Nonetheless, after the first week passes, I believe I'll manage for a month. She insisted that I remain with her, specifying that I'm here solely at her service."
"Go on, don't jeopardize yourself."
She was just a few steps away, sans beverage. I offered her a drink, and she settled for a glass of wine. Upon my return, I overheard "You're doing well for a vanilla individual," prompting Jan and Angie to titter.
"So how has your week been, David? Has it been in accordance with your expectations?"
"Mistress, it's been enlightening to complete the little errands around the house that I typically shirk."
"Mistress! Did you coach him, Renee?"
"No, I merely failed to remind him. That pinch must have had an influence on him."
"I also informed Bill that I think you're a masochist because of the massive erection you attained when I pinched you. I presume you've never been flogged."
"No, Mistress. This is a new experience for me."
"Maybe you could ask Renee to assist you with that. She is tremendous with a whip. And I'd adore filming it."
My face blushed with mortification, and Renee astounded me by putting her arm around me.
"Let's not nudge him too much, Angie. Very well-done, David. Just follow closely behind me."
There was so much unfamiliarity here. I peered at Renee, who beamed with confidence. I made no attempt to inquire about it and she continued to support me until she dispatched me for the following flute of wine. The other men did not spend the entire evening with their wives. In a whisper, I inquired of Renee if I was overstepping my bounds.
"No, dear. You're handling this perfectly. Merely remain by my side."
She divulged that we would depart at eleven, and I was delighted as I'd never felt completely at ease in that setting. Renee had interjected that I may get some action tonight. Sadly, I lacked that fortune.
We arrived back at the dungeon. She deactivated my cage. "You'd better use the lavatory and tidy up a little, then rejoin us." I promptly complied.
For some mysterious reason, I thought we were preparing for traditional intercourse, but she had me bind on my stomach.
"You weren't anticipating restraint, were you, slave?"
"Well, Master, you had mentioned that I might partake in using my cock tonight."
"Oh." She remained attired in the volleyball getup when she straddled my torso. She placed her right foot's toe in my mouth. "Worry not. You'll get your chance to use it. When I'm ready." She slid her foot in and out of my mouth a tad, before removing herself from my chest and rolling her tongue over my chest, circling my nipples. She sucked my nipples, igniting me, and then bit the right one. Roughly! I yelped and she teasedly enquired if she had bitten too hard. I responded negatively and I admitted that she had been just the right amount of rough.
She was back on my right nipple and I cried out. "Good boy!" She proceeded to bite me everywhere: on my body, limbs, and neck. I was so revved up! She stroked my throbbing member.
She whispered in my ear, "Your arousal is intensifying." She consumed my ear with her tongue. "I hope you don't eject your seed prematurely. I might make you consume the residue."
"Aaaooohh! You're killing me!"
She chuckled at my plight. "I'm trying, but these restraints amplify the anticipation, don't they?"
"Yes, Master!"
A woman sat on my face with a dominatrix attitude. My nose moved into her bottom, and she possessed a whip that she started whipping me with. I stuck my tongue into her vagina, and she began groaning. She appeared to be just as aroused as I was! She ceased striking me and positioned herself above me so I could better access her clitoris, then rolled her hips. She began to stiffen a tad more, further, and felt a shiver on my face from her cum. She sagged onto my abdomen, her head resting beside me, and we both gulped for breath. My face was so soaked.
We remained quiet for a short time. I opened my eyes and saw the woman's genitals in the dim light. She was genuinely lovely. She awoke, lifted herself on her hands and brought her vagina an inch from my mouth and instructed, "Kiss your Mistress's pussy." I did.
She stood and flipped around to face me, kissing me with her mouth, which was wet and inquisitive. She then touched my cheek with her right hand and said, "I'm gonna fuck you now, slave." This sentence almost made me ejaculate. Using her left knee and right foot on the bed, she grasped my penis and inserted it into her, keeping her gaze on me. She took it all in, shifting backward while staring into my eyes. I could barely hold myself back due to her intense gaze. I cried out as I climaxed, trying to sit up but prevented by her ropes. I believe she observed me through my orgasmic bliss. It seemed that I had expelled a quart of cum.
She lay on top of me, with her breasts pressed against me. She instructed, "Open your eyes." Then she gently ran her fingertips over my face.
"Um, um. I was apprehensive you would get so aroused so quickly, slave," she whispered, "I didn't cum after you. How inconsiderate." She moved over to where we were only an inch apart. "So, you must eat my creampie, and make me cum on your face. Do not defy me in any way, slave." She began to rise. I lay there, my penis extricated from her, and she walked over me on her knees and dripped some semen on my chest. I obeyed her, not resisting her in the slightest as she plopped on my face. I stuck my tongue into her vagina and swallowed her diluted semen, cum, and vaginal fluids. I observed her as she gazed down upon me. "Good boy, keeping your eyes open while cleaning a creampie is a manifestation of submission. You know you want to submit to me, David. You're going to be my slave."
I looked into her eyes, and something like a meteor flashed across the night sky. I didn't speak, but I realized she was right. She observed me the entire time as I cleaned up. When she was satisfied with my work, she turned over and placed her vagina on my mouth.
"Be gentle. I want to cum," I focused on gentle, the air was calm, my hand touched her cheek. She appreciated keeping her eyes open while her body was being cleaned. A deep moan sent a tremor through my body. She sat back up and drained her climax on my face. She fell onto me again, and we dozed off together.
At some point, I awoke to her palms gripping my testicles. Renee was squeezing them again.
"I'm not done with you yet, slave. Also, you need to make up for that five-minute disaster."
"Thank you, Mistress. It wasn't my finest performance."
She smiled at me as she approached me for a prolonged kiss. She continued to torment my nipples, causing my body to arch. The discomfort from her manipulation turned me on. She climbed onto me and we rolled together. It was a sluggish rhythm, but her grinding movement felt good. She didn't stop grinding despite the continuous friction. I was close to coming when she caressed my testicles and said, "Lick my breasts now." I did.
One at a time, she bit and nibbled on my chest, pulling roughly, playing with my nipples. I surrendered to her sudden pain, which made me feel even more excited. She mounted me and went back and forth on top of me. When her legs hit me, it seemed she was very deep within me, and she groaned. With her hands on my stomach, she looked into my eyes while she rode me. She informed me, "Now, slave, I'm cumming once more." She fell on top of me, shaking in pleasure. She lay there for a little while and restarted, again tearing me up. I could see us progressing. She rose up and turned over with me still within her. We locked eyes, and we hastened as if the day was ending. I couldn't hold back for long, and when I came, it was as if the eruption continued indefinitely. She gradually stopped and reposed, then gazed at me.
Lastly, she commented, "Great work, servant. Now you must clean me up." She rose, my erection slid onto my abdomen, and she stepped behind, more semen spilled on my chest, and she sat on my face. "Soothing. No opposition. Just clean me off." She was wet. I could slide into her vagina effortlessly and swallowed it all. She stood upright, her bottom once more blanketing my nose. Now and again, I'd spot a glob of my sperm, but the flavor was bearable because it was combined with hers. She pinched my nipples harshly with her fingers as I ate. It was rather enjoyable. Then she put her hand on my thighs and bent down a bit. I subtly licked her clit and she moaned with me. She began moving her hips and I added a bit more pressure and she exclaimed "Harder!" and I sucked her clit and she climaxed again. She fell on me yet again, and I noticed a third meteor colliding with the earth from the eastern sky, passing over her posterior left to right. That really caught my attention. Was it an omen? Was I a slave?
I awoke before the sun had completely risen, while its emergence was nothing more than a faint glimmer. Renee had not stirred at all, her legs were on each side of my head. My distant cousin's pussy and wrinkled anus was just two inches away. I could still sense her smell and it ignited me. I began to stiffen, with her hand still on my penis. I lifted my head and gave her lips a butterfly kiss, two, three. Her hand on the bed shifted slightly. I extended my tongue and licked her, barely separating her outer lips and went up and down. What a sensual experience this was. She opened, exposing her lips that were beginning to open, I inhaled her deeply and licked more. She groaned from the back of her throat and stroked my cock. I would've enjoyed her to take it in her mouth. I continued licking and a few minutes later her pussy returned and she sat up, her nose was on her anus, and she pinched my nipples hard and she emitted a full-throated moan. I could see the slightest trace of pink in the sky and she leaned forward and her clit fell in my mouth and I sucked it and she shivered and stiffened, her fluids flowed. She lay still for several minutes as I viewed her allure. She turned around without speaking, on one knee with the other one raised, she thrust me inside and began swaying. We simply gazed at one another as we worked in unison. She grew exceptionally wet, then she put the other knee on the bed and made deep strokes, I came in her again, and we stopped. She lay on my chest and stroked my cheek with her fingertips. She raised her head and looked me in the eye.
"Slave, you know what you have to do now, "she murmured.
"Yes, Mistress."
"No resistance," she said as she sat up. My cock fell out, two steps with her knees and she was presenting me a new creampie. I, as a good servant, cleaned her.
She lay beside me, with her head on my shoulder. "Do you feel better now that your chastity has been broken?" she inquired, "Slave,"
I inhaled deeply. "Much better. Thank you, Mistress."
"You're welcome. Now, you must worship your Queen's anus."
She stood up, somewhat unsteady, and placed her ass over my face, then sat down with her feet on the bed. Her backside descended and I kissed it several times, and she came completely down and I licked her rosebud until she was satisfied.
The weekend was glorious, hot and sunny. She still desired to make me tan darker, so that was my goal. We spent the weekend together, tanning, with her offering pointers on how to serve her better. It mainly entails focusing my attention on sensing her need or desire before she has to state it.
We had sex several times, but I still was not allowed to sleep in her bed. When I queried her about this, she stated that her late husband never slept in her bed. She believed it kept the Dominatrix/Submissive relationship more alive. I made no efforts to conflict this decision.
Monday came along, and she returned to work. I was finishing up cleaning the house when she phoned at midday. "Slave, an unexpected chance has surfaced. An old client has requested me to travel to Texas and bargain a land transaction for him. I'm flying out at four and should be back on late Thursday. Continue with your tasks. Feel free to call Angie if you require anything. She and Jan will be checking in on you. I want you to put more focus on heightening that tan. When they check in on you, they will take photos to transmit to me so I can monitor your progress. Comprehend?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Fine boy. Make me proud." And she disconnected.
She'd informed me last weekend, "You'll be my sub." I didn't put up a fight at all. I sat up, stunned at myself. What's happening? Is this truly going to be my reality? Do I really desire this?
"She already possesses you," came to my mind unprompted. And unexpectedly. I lay down again, reliving the events that had led me here. My hard-on was throbbing.
"Geesh." I spent an hour going through the entire scenario. I flipped over to tan my back, still living through the incidents that had unfolded. My rock-hard erection ached, and my thoughts drifted to licking Renee's feet. Or her ordering me to get on my knees while she stripped off her panties. Attending a party in the nude, opposite her in her volleyball attire, acquiring her a glass of wine. And her buttocks pressed against my mouth. And I licked her there too.
I lasted four hours that day and returned home, raging with irritation. I took a shower and masturbated, a one-man activity that didn't ease my frustration. I dried off and entered the living room and saw Jan and Angie there.
"Hmm, you're back early, Dave. Renee said you'd be sunbathing."
"I arrived a bit early, Dutch. The past two weeks weigh heavily on me."
"Share your feelings with us," Jane said.
So I did. My frustration today, my lack of opposition as I began my descent into servitude. All of it.
They exchanged a delighted look, apparently content with my confession.
"Crawl toward me, Dave." I did so without thinking.
"Gaze upon me, David." I did this as well. "It's possible for you to endure thirty days of slavery and then abandon it; you've managed timid obedience at the party last week. We could see from Renee's demeanor that she's captured you. And good for her. You're being turned into a servant, and you'll eventually accept it. You haven't yet, but you will.
You're Bill's friend. Don't you think I kept an eye on you during that party? You were a bit hesitant, but you stood beside Renee following her instructions. I noticed this glowing look on my face, as I was delighted to see her dominating you. I support her happiness. And I have every faith that you'll love being her slave. The next phase now is for you to admit it."
She gazed at Jan. "Thoughts?"
"I have no additional input. You've nailed it," Jan offered. "Dave, you're experiencing some self-doubt, and that's natural. But we talk to Renee almost daily. She's more than satisfied with your progress and pleased with you. George put up a strong fight against me, but now he enjoys being my slave. And I believe you'll experience a sense of satisfaction being Renee's slave. However, your confession will help you come to terms with this."
I nodded my head, signaling my consent.
"Did we help you, Dave?" Angie inquired.
I smiled and said, "Yes, Angie. Both of you helped me."
"Awesome. We also need to take some photos for Renee. She'd mentioned this beforehand."
We took the photographs and Angie texted them to Renee.
"One more thing," Angie remarked, pulling a chastity device from her bag.
"Alright," I responded, feeling my face grow red. But she smiled as I reacted to it and forced it on me, her expression confident about how to apply the device on a man. My erection was forced to acknowledge its arrival, the pain would soon fade. She took pictures of me wearing the device and stated that we would return tomorrow to take more photographs for another update.
I crafted a cheeseburger and sat on the back patio. The sun was setting while I pondered my submission to someone else. I consumed a beer and pondered how I had submitted to Angie when she had placed the device on me. Did it unnerve me a bit? Renee had said it would happen. She was in control. The conception of submission turned me on once more, but I couldn't achieve an erection while wearing the device. Give in. You know you want to. At least for now. I fell asleep on the lounge chair, gazing up at the stars.
I awoke in the early hours, just as the sun was showing hints of rising. The device thwarted my morning wood, and I pondered how swiftly Angie had placed it on me. Wow, these women. I had a modest meal and headed to the machine shed to examine the tractor. This was the day I was meant to cut the field at the back of the property. The tractor had led a simple life, so its fluids were in great condition. By nine thirty, I was done, so I iced down a six-pack and set about working on my tan.
Renee had taken away my phone, leaving only my mind to keep me occupied. Was I willing to be a slave? Was I ready to flee when I had the chance? The day passed by swiftly, helped along by the beer. When I left at 4:30 p.m., there was a noticeable hue of red to my brown. I wished Renee were there to observe the change.
Jan and Angie welcomed me at the house, commenting on how deep my brown had turned. Angie pulled out my phone from her purse and alerted me to the instructions. She switched to a video and ordered me to get on my knees. It was Renee.
"Did you finish the work behind the house today, slave? I've had a successful day, and I'm eager for you to show your gratitude. But Jan and Angie had a fruitful day as well, so they deserve something special. You'll get each of them a glass of wine, then you'll lick their feet. Impress me!"
Angie shoved my phone in her purse and relaxed on a chaise chair with a grin. Jan also leaned back comfortably. I was gobsmacked.
"The wine, slave?"
"Yes, sorry. Red or white?"
"A glass of excellent white wine when my feet are being groomed."
My arousal was skyrocketing. I'd only serviced Renee's feet before. And my confinement prevented me from being more enthusiastic. I offered them each a glass and bowed before Angie.
"Not yet. Tend to Jan first."
I knelt in front of Jan while Angie fetched another phone. I bowed before Jan and began licking her feet as Angie captured the moment on video.
"Excellent. Give us an exhilarating show. Your mistress will watch this video and wants to witness your dedication. Show Jan and me how much you esteem us."
Despite Jan's feet appearing clean, I followed her instructions. Sort of. The video was unnerving me slightly. I focused on Jan's feet while they savored their wine. I maintained eye contact with her to help me get through it. Angie gulped the last of her wine and ordered more, which I brought.
Jan commanded me to kneel before Angie, saying, "Now, service Angie."
I kneeled before Angie as she took my phone to capture the moment on video. As I began licking her feet, Angie continued to film me. Jan watched, working through her wine and guiding me. When they finished their wine, they permitted me to stop. Angie turned off the camera, much to my relief.
"You're a skilled foot licker, David," Angie said. "Master your tasks diligently. Mistress Renee will be here at four tomorrow afternoon. She wants pork carnitas with jerk seasoning for supper, which we have stored in the fridge. And she expects you to tan tomorrow. Understood?"
"Yes, madam. And I thank you for the favorable report."
"See you later." And they departed.
I sat on the back patio, contemplating the situation. Surprisingly, I experienced no remorse. The memory of Jan and Angie's feet lingered in my thoughts. The sensation of my submission and the pleasure it brought me brought me comfort.
The next day began at 10 a.m. working in the field. I finished at 2 p.m. to prepare the meal. Jerked pork with rice and salsa, a spicy blend Renee would enjoy.
Renee arrived at 4 p.m. and requested a plate. She retired to her room to change clothes before settling on the patio with her plate.
"A glass of white wine, David, and please stand by."
She methodically ate and complimented me on the salsa, which I'd discovered online. I cleaned up her plate after she was done and returned to the patio. She asked for another glass of white wine and directed me to sit, facing her. Her feet touched my thighs, and she told me to rub them. I tenderly massaged her feet, easing any tension from her heels.
"I watched the videos of you serving Jan and Angie. How did that sit with you?"
"It was...um...decent. Quite embarrassing, actually." I hesitated for a moment, then admitted, "I couldn't stop thinking about it all night."
"Tell me why."
"In part because Angie is my best friend's wife, which was arousing in a submissive way. But I knew you'd view the videos, so that aroused me. But the entire evening, the thought kept popping back into my head that I did it because you told me to do it. So I did it to please you, mistress."
"I enjoyed that, my slave. You did great. However, maintaining eye contact would've made it more seductive. You must've been nervous, which is why you avoided eye contact. Should you ever be asked to pleasure a woman's feet, make sure to glance at her occasionally. It signifies submission to the task and proves your status as a servant. It's fundamental."
"Yes, mistress."
"Off you go and fetch the Hemp oil from my bathroom."
Upon my return, she instructed me to massage the lotion onto her feet. She dozed off while I served her.
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