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Man as obedient slave
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We were camping, far away from home. The afternoon weather was sunny and
bright. Then it was evening. Beth (my girlfriend) and I were at a campfire
with a strange dark haired man. We listened intently to what he was saying.
The man asked "If you could be anyone that you wanted for one week, who would
you be?" I thought about it for a while, then I turned to Beth. "You my dear.
And you would be, me." I said. "Then so shall it be." the man replied. I
blinked. When I opened my eyes, I was in Beth's body. She was in mine. I
looked down at my new body, absolutely shocked. I looked down. The legs in
the mini-skirt were mine! I moved my legs. The sight of stockinged legs moving
as I wanted excited me. The feel of the stockings rubbing against each other
was so new. So sheer. And SO erotic.
The hand that was but a few seconds ago mine flicked one of my nipples.
I gasped at the new sensation. The other hand flicked my other nipple. Then
they started to massage them. I was dripping wet, helpless against the touch.
In the tent, I was nude. I was pressing into Marc's crotch, trying to get
his cock inside of me. I needed to be filled, to feel his cock pumping inside
of me. To be filled with his seed. I pressed toward him. Something stopped
me. I tried again to buck into his crotch. And again! But something
was still stopping me from getting his erect penis inside of my dripping hole.
I tried to hold him! To press him! . . .
I suddenly awoke in a sexual arousal to see Beth's face smiling down at me.
I tried to pull her on top of me, but my hands were tied above my head. Her
hand was lovingly caressing my crotch, still held fast to the mattress from last
night.
The memories of last night hit me suddenly. Me fingering her until she
came, then her tying me down and teasing me, then undressing me, then teasing
me, and teasing me more, into a sexual frenzy. I wanted SO badly to enter her,
to orgasm in her hole. She was wonderful. She held back, and not letting me
orgasm until I. . . was her sex slave for the next week. I had to do WHATEVER
her slightest whim was. . .
"Now the RULES of your week." She began, still massaging my crotch.
"You must unquestioningly follow my every command." "Ooooohhh..." I moaned.
My moan wasn't from what she said, but from the fact that my erectness was
stopped from entering her, despite my attempts to buck into her.
"You must call me 'Mistress' at all times" She continued. I managed to
get out a "Yes, Mistress" through my sexual excitement. This was going to be
an INTERESTING and LONG scene. . .
"And, since your body belongs to ME, you must ask permission to come. It
is a priveledge, and will have to be EARNED." I knew THAT rule would be coming
into play a LOT in the next week.
By this time I was getting incoherent with excitement, barely able to catch
the words she's saying. I might have missed a rule or two. This worried me.
Beth's hand suddenly stopped. She carefully leaned on top of me from the side,
so that nothing touched my crotch. She arms swept about me to give a loving
hug, as our mouths met in a kiss. My tongue darted inside of her mouth.
She released my hands, which immediatly sprang to return the loving hug.
We hugged, lips locked together. My Mistress loved her slave.
She reached down and undid the straps holding my crotch to the mattress.
"Slave?" She asked.
"Yes Mistress Beth?"
"If you are my pet, why do you not wear a collar?"
"Because I have not earned one yet?"
"BEG for one my pet!"
"Mistress, may I PLEASE wear your collar in order to serve you better? I
BEG to wear your collar and PLEASE you."
"Turn around, and stick out your neck." I did so. She slipped a dark
collar around my neck, and fastened it in the back with an audible "click". I
reached up to touch it. It was leather, with a movable ring on it. It had
something inscribed in it. My hand explored it, but I couldn't tell what it
said. I felt in the back. Mistress had the foresight to use a collar with a
built-in lock. I was gratefull.
"Make me some pancakes." She ordered.
"Yes, Mistress."
"And wear only an apron."
When I put on the apron on my nude body, I felt even more open, more
bare, more nude. It excited me, wearing nothing but an apron with a noticable
bulge. I looked in the mirror at my collar. The engraving read "Beth's pet".
I made the pancakes and brought them to her bedroom.
"Massage me, slave." She said, offering me her stockinged feet.
I carefully massaged my Mistress' feet as she ate. She KNEW that feeling the
silkiness of the stockings would get me aroused. She KNEW she had me in her
power.
When she was done eatting, she looked down at me. "Are you a hungry
slave?" She asked. "Yes, Mistress." I answered meekly. "I take good care
of my pets. You may eat." I looked at the empty plate. She spread her legs.
I started to hungrily lick my breakfast. And I nibbled. And sucked.
I flicked my tongue at her clit, eliciting a gasp at each hit. She flowed
freely. I was sure to lick up the juice. I didn't want to clean it up later.
As she neared climax, I reached up to her tits, fiddling and massaging them.
Her thighs tightened about my head, pressing it into her clit. With a big
scream, her body tensed, then relaxed, releasing my head. I've pleased my
Mistress. "You're learning well, slave." She said as the shuddering of her
orgasm wore away.
She laid there in silence for a few minutes, then calmly reached under
the bed pulling out a dog leash. She clipped it onto the ring on my collar.
Luckily her bed sheets prevented me from seeing just what ELSE she had hidden
under there!
"Crawl." She told me, standing up. I followed her on all fours. She led
me on a tour of the house, starting in the living room, then the kitchen, then
the bedroom, nitpicking. She instructed me exactly WHAT had to be cleaned,
wiped, moved, straightened, swept, brushed or vacuumed.
"We are having GUESTS tonight. I want this place SPOTLESS. You will
treat them like you treating me, following their EVERY order." She laughed
devilishly. "Oh! Don't get too eager, no penetration is allowed. You won't
get off THAT easy!" Beth snickered at her double on-tont. My mind wandered,
thinking of another night of helpless teasing. My hard cock was quite noticable
under the apron.
I started to clean the living room. Mistress Beth walked in with a tall
stack of magazines, spread them out, then sat down on the recliner and started
to read. I glanced at the stack. It was all various B&D magazines. It excited
me to know that she was getting ideas to try on me. And getting wet.
After two hours passed, Mistress called me to make chicken chunks.
When they were fried, she told me to bring them to her, along with a blindfold
and a pair of handcuffs. She cuffed and blindfolded me, telling me to kneel at
her side while she ate. She ate the first few chunks, ignoring me. I wondered
when or if I'ld get fed. I opened my mouth. Mistress Beth started hand-feeding
me chunks, covered in sweet & sour sauce. Blindfolded, I got quite a lot of the
sauce on my face. And Beth gave me another. And another. . . That one. .
That one wasn't sweet & sour! That was her SEX!! I heard Mistress Beth
giggling at my reaction. She gave my crotch a few teasing rubs before
uncuffing me, and then sent me on my way.
When I had finished cleaning the house, I went back to Mistress Beth.
I noticed the wet mark on her pants. She eventually looked up at me, giving
me a stern look. I quickly knelt at her feet. Beth smiled, enjoying playing
Mistress and having absolute power over me. Wordlessly, Mistress started
rubbing my cock. It responded, just as she'ld planned. When I was my full 10",
Mistress tied the base of my cock with some thin twine. She then wound the
twine up my cock tightly, looping it up and up, then a loop around my waist,
then continued winding it up, and tied it snugly at the top. My erect penis
was now package wrapped between my legs. She handed me my jock strap, and told
me to put it on. As I started slide it up my legs, I realised that this wasn't
my jock strap, she'ld bought another one a few sizes tighter. Beth made a
good Mistress.
She then handed me a pair of frosted goggles. I put them on and looked
around. I could see only shapes. I saw Mistress' sillouette, but not her face.
Mistress told me to put my arms behind me, and to grab my elbows.
She slid a leather sheath around my arms, securing them together with two
velcro straps. The sheath had two additional straps. One strap clipped to my
collar, preventing me from removing the sheath, and another strap around my
chest, so that I could not move my sheathed arms from my back. As she
reattached the leash to my collar ring, the first car pulled into the driveway.
I knelt at her side.
The guests wandered in. They were all female. They all ignored Beth's
pet, collared and kneeling obediantly at her side, leash leading into her hand.
Beth greeted them all warmly, and told them to gather in the living room. My
heart stopped as Beth asked one of them to take a picture of her with "Her pet".
The lady laughed, and accepted Beth's camera. I saw the flash. I was totally
in Beth's power now.
The guests filed into the living room. When they were all seated, Mistress
Beth walked in, with me crawling behind her. "Would any of you like a foot
massage from my slave?" Beth offered. To my dismay, everyone in the group
accepted her gracious offer. Mistress took off my arm sheath, and I began
massaging the first lady's feet, unable to even see her face. One Oriental
commented "A man in his rightful place-At the foot of a woman!" Everyone
laughed.
As the evening went on, I continued around the circle of my Mistresses, all
who ignored the lowly slave massaging their feet. Being unable to tell who's
foot was who's (for I soon lost track of where Mistress Beth was), I was
carefull to treat each foot as if it belonged Mistress Beth, for I did not want
her wrath.
"Slave!" some woman yelled. "Bring us drinks!" I hurredly got up and
brought in a tray of drinks, serving them out to the ladies.
When I offered a drink to the Oriental, she picked one off of the tray,
and looked at me, asking "Slave, I take a drink from you, won't you take a
drink from me?" She separated her legs. This got a chorus of approval from
the rest of my Mistress' group. Someone grabbed my arms, and pulled them
behind me. The arm sheath was quickly re-attached. I knelt down in front of
her, and poked my head under her skirt. I then probed her crotch with my
tongue. She wasn't wearing anything underneath the skirt! My tongue darted
in and out of her clit, teasing her. Then her hands were on the back of my
head, forcing me in. She was the Mistress, and me the slave.
She forced my mouth all the way up to her sex. Her thighs clamped down on
my ears. I couldn't hear ANYTHING what was going on in the room, my only sounds
were her breathing becoming more rapid and pronounced. My tongue strummed on
her G-spot. I licked and sucked her, urging her to flow into my mouth, lapping
up what fluid flowed. As her thighs clamped tighter on my ears, she exploded
into my mouth. Mistress' hands held me fast, and I hungrily lapped it up.
When she was clean, she released my head from her grasp. I pulled my head from
under her skirt.
The Mistress who I was pleasuring was the last guest left. She stood up,
smoothed out her skirt, and walked to the door. As Mistress Beth showed her
out, she turned toward me. "Hurry to the bedroom, slave!" Mistress Beth
yelled. The last guest chuckled and closed the door. I scampered to the
bedroom.
Beth followed me in, and pointed to the bed. I laid down on it. Mistress
Beth spread-eagled my legs to the bedposts. My arms where still held behind
my back by the arm sheath. She then took off the frosted goggles and strode
out of the room. My mind wandered wondering what she had in mind. I dare not
ask.
"Oh! I'm glad you're still here!" Mistress Beth chuckled as she returned,
one hand hiding something. She pulled the hand out from behind her back,
clearly showing me the cordless razor. Mistress wanted me to KNOW what was
coming. She turned on the shaver and started to shave my ankles, alternating
between the two. She proceeded up to my shins, shaving both of them, feeling
them to be sure that she didn't miss anywhere. Then my calves. When she got
to the knees, she stood up and admired her work. She absently unwrapped my
penis from the twine, then went back to shaving me. I knew what was coming,
but as her obediant slave, I could do NOTHING to stop her. The shaver went
higher and higher up my thighs, taking off any hair that fell in it's path.
The higher the shaver went, the bigger Beth's smile became. When Mistress
reached the top of my thigh, she didn't stop. I watched as Mistress took short
strokes, trimming more and more off of the sides of my pubic hair, thinning
it, thinning it, until there was nothing left.
"There!" Mistress announced when she was done. I looked down. I had no
hair from the waist down. She lightly touched where my pubic hair had just been
with the tip of her fingernail. I leaped and gasped at the new sensation of
feeling her fingernails with no hair in between.
Mistress untied the ropes from the bed, leaving them on my ankles. As I
laid on my side, She looped the ropes up about my waist, tying them the arm
sheath. Once she had finished, I tried to struggle and escape. Beth LOVES
seeing me squirm helplessly on the bed. My arms were securely fastened behind
me by the sheath. My ankles were snugly tied to my waist, and to the sheath,
so that I couldn't bend my waist.
Mistress smiled and laid down in front of me on the bed, piling pillows
behind her. Her fingernails lightly brushed my crotch. I unconsiously squirmed
again. Mistress tied me well. She smiled, seeing me excited and SO helpless.
She smiled at me, rubbing my 10" as I squirmed helplessly.
Beth snuggled up to me, brushing my erect cock against her wet spot. She
held my erect member in one hand, gliding it back and forth over her glistening
hole. With one slow, smooth motion, Beth grabbed my shoulders and rolled onto
the pillows, pulling me on top of and into her. Except for the weight that was
now supported by her hands on my shoulders, my entire weight was now on my
crotch, driving me deeper inside of her. She started to squeeze me with her
sex. Her pinkies slipped from my shoulders into my armpits. I'm QUITE
ticklish there, and it made me squirm. No matter HOW I squirmed, it drove me
deeper and deeper inside of her. And she kept on squeezing me, then releasing
me. Then a squeeze, and a release. My eyes glazed over. The tickling
continued, and I couldn't stop squirming, wriggling my penis deeper and
deeper. . . "Mistress?" I managed to squeak out, "May I have your permission to
come?" "You may, slave! You may!" She said delighted. I had asked just in
time. I couldn't stop wriggling as my body tensed, depositing my semen inside of
her. I collapsed into her open arms.
Light peered in through the curtain, awakening Mistress Beth. "Make
me waffles, slave." She muttered, still half asleep. So was I, but I hurredly
left to do her bidding. So far I had escaped her wrath. It was a good habit
to get into.
I brought the waffles down to her basement bedroom, and massaged her feet
as she ate. She'ld taken off her stockings. She finished all of the waffles,
leaving none for me.
"Cleanse yourself, then clean the house." She ordered sternly. She
smiled widely, knowing that although we'ld been dating for a year, I MUST
do what she says, NO QUESTIONS asked. The Mistress doesn't NEED to do ANYTHING.
I showered quickly, then beginning to clean the living room from the party
I heard Mistress taking a shower as I clean. By the time Mistress is done with
her leisurely shower, the house is in decent order.
"You did quite well last night, slave."
"Thank you, Mistress." I bowed my head in appreciation.
"You did so well that I will allow you clothing today for a walk in the
park."
"Thank you, Mistress." I did NOT want to test how far she'ld make me go.
I was GRATEFULL she was allowing me clothing!
She held up a pink blouse and a long white skirt. My face dropped. My
penis rose.
Beth smiled as she got out her pink nail polish. She sat me down and
carefully polished my toes, wiping off any excess. I was silent, still in
shock, wondering how the day would turn out. She lightly blew on my toes to
dry them, then applied a second coat.
When the second coat was dry, Mistress handed me a pair of pink stockings.
"Put these on, slave." They fit perfectly. "Mistress knows her slave well."
I thought.
When I stood up, Beth was smiling, holding something behind her back.
I was apprehensive. I KNEW by the look on her face that it would be
INTERESTING. She pulled out a handfull of leather straps and buckles, grinning
triumphantly. I looked at the heap of leather, still trying to figure out
what it was.
She put a four armed cross of leather on my crotch. It was a body harness,
with Beth's planning, it was made to size.
One strap went around each leg, buckling closed. Each leg strap had a
clip on the front. I wondered WHAT THAT was for.
Beth pulled the third strap up my chest. It had belt loops at three
heights. She clipped onto the ring of my collar, testing it to be sure it was
secure.
The fourth strap had a loop that held to my penis. My penis wasn't hard
then, but I had faith in Beth's deviousness that it would be rock solid by the
time she was done dressing me. Mistress pulled the strap up my back. It had
three straps off to the left, and split into two straps, one for each shoulder.
Mistress Beth attempted to connect the straps to my shoulders. The straps were
a few inches too short. Mistress looked me in the eye, smiling. I wondered if
this too was planned. She pulled up on the strap going through my crotch,
pulling me up on my tiptoes, and MADE it fit around my shoulders! This pulled
my shoulders back, and also made the strap going through my crotch tight. My
faith was true. As my cock was getting hard, the strap was becoming all that
much tighter.
Mistress threaded the remaining three straps through the loops in the
front strap, back to the rear, buckling each one in the back. The second one
had clips on each side, similar to the thigh straps. I was harnessed like the
pet that I was for the week.
Mistress then pulled out a silky pink teddy. It had slits up both sides
and was quite attractive. Mistress had put water-balloons in place as breasts.
I stepped into it unbidden. Beth pulled the shoulder straps on and "smoothed
out the teddy" around my crotch, making sure too feel my enlarging shaft as
much as possible. With my shoulders back so far, my "breasts" stuck out QUITE
far! She wasn't planning for me to to go OUTSIDE like this was she???
Mistress then dressed me in a pink blouse, and buttoned it up the back.
As she put it on me, I noticed that she'ld made some small holes in the elbows
and the wrists. It was SO feminine. I HAD to get back at her sometime for
this. I HAD to.
Beth slipped the skirt around my legs. It had two front pockets and
extended down to my ankles. I took a trial step. The skirt was so tight around
my ankles that my steps were limited to one and a half feet! THAT'S why she
didn't choose a mini-skirt!
Beth then ordered me "Do your nails. Long and pink.", then laid back on
the bed, ignoring me. I read the back of the package. I carefully applied
the long nails to my hands. I then got the nail polish, and carefully polished
my nails pink to match the clouse and stockings. Not accustomed to the long
nails, I made many mistakes. Mistress Beth looked at how I've done. "Ha!
Silly slave!" She quickly cleaned up my manicure. "Sit!" She said, pointing
to the chair in the middle of the room. I sat, and she arranged my hair.
With no mirror, I have no idea what she's doing to it. Then she gave applied
make-up. When she's done, I still have no idea how I look. She could have
dressed me up as a toad without me knowing. "How do I look Mistress?"
"Be silent, slave." Beth smiled as she put a fake neck brace on my neck,
hiding my collar.
Beth put a pair of her 4" high heels (pink of course!) on my feet.
Luckily the shoes fit. "Walk feminine." Mistress commanded. I take a step.
The crotch strap tightens on my hard penis, and I stumble across the room.
Mistress is laughing. "Keep your head straight." She instructs. I manage to
keep my balance better the next attempt. I continue walking back and forth
across the room for a few more passes, attempting to follow Mistress's comments
about my lack of femininity. "Lean over the table, and look away!" she yelled.
I quickly do so. Mistress pulled up my skirt, revealing my bare bottom, with my
cheeks totally unprotected. Mistress walked across the room, then returned,
snickering slightly. I dared not turn around to face her, not wanting to get
spanked more that I was going to already!
Beth's hands came sensously down on my rear, gently massaging my cheeks.
My rear loosened up, despite me knowing that her spanking lurked still. Her
gentle massage allayed my fears, loosening up my muscles. She slid aside the
teddy and the crotch strap, to probe further into my hole. Her fingers probed
in, and out. And further in. They were wide. And out. And further in. .
that's not her fingers, that's a dildo! Mistress slid the fake penis all the
way inside of me, filling me both in length nad depth. I felt satin straps
looping around my legs, then Mistress tied them closed. I stand up, gasping as
I feel the new sensation of the dildo moving inside of me.
"Walk femininly." Mistress ordered. I walked across the room again.
"Yes, Susan, I think that you walk just fine!" Mistress is smiling. I have
pleased my Mistress and done well.
Mistress Beth gently led me outside, grabbing something along the way.
Once we were outside, she locked the door, smiling at me. I didn't need to
be told that all of my MALE clothing was LOCKED inside, and that SHE had the
key. Mistress Beth rolled up each arm of my blouse, putting a cuff on each of
my elbows. Then she put a strap on each of my wrists, rolling down the arms
of the blouse. Mistress Beth pulled the straps from my elbows through hidden
holes in the blouse, clipping them to the side of the body harness.
"Put your hands in your pockets." She commanded. I did so, and Mistress
connects my wrists to my thighs with an audible click. I looked like
like your average woman walking with her hands in her pockets.
"Or so I hope. . ." I think as we headed for the park.
----- Marc -----
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