Message-ID: <8043eli$9802011548@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: neil Subject: a slave's road 7 & 8 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: severin98@aol.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34D49142.1C46@aol.com> asr 7 & 8 IF YOU ARE UNDER 21, DO NOT READ THIS STORY. This story contains Female domination, Mm, and extreme humiliation. If this offends you, please leave now. All comments are welcome and encouraged. As this is my first story, they are very special to me. Please send them to Neil at: severin98@aol.com alias curiosub. A SLAVE'S ROAD-PART 7 The hot shower felt good stinging against my body. I could hear the thunder and rain outside the bathroom window. What a day it had been so far. It was already 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 me tonight? Their sexual appetites seemed endless. I had completely surrendered myself 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 my power, releasing it to them. Even though it had only been four days since I started 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 certain parts 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, I put on the black lace apron. I then walked into the kitchen. I could see Sheila 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 and a 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 my bedroom." I walked behind Sheila to the bedroom. I noticed how sexily her calves flexed 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 of the 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 in front of the lighted mirror. I heard Sheila happily humming while rummaging through 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 finally some 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 work as soon as he walks through the door. And you my little Joanie are going to make 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 attention to them." She then placed both of them between her thumb and finger of each hand. She looked smilingly into my eyes. She then pinched and twisted them hard. I half closed my eyes and grimaced in pain. She continued the relentless pressure on them. I could now feel her strong grip pulling me down. I had no choice 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 my painted 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 our whims 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 get you 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 as you hear his car pull into the garage, pour the beer and wait just inside the 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 I won't do for you." Sheila smiled at me. "We shall see my pet." At that moment we heard the garage door opening. Sheila briskly walked toward the garage and I poured the beer as ordered. As I approached the door, 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 few seconds later the door handle was turning. I knelt there with beer in hand, waiting to serve my owners. IF YOU ARE UNDER 21, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. This story contains Femdom, Mm, humiliation, and most aspects of the D/s world. If these subjects bore or insult you...please leave now. All comments are welcome and encouraged. Please email neil at severin98@aol.com alias curiosub. A SLAVE'S ROAD-8 As the handle turned and the door opened, I was met by my two owners. You could tell they had been joking and laughing together. They both wore broad smiles. Kneeling in front of them, wearing my lace apron and makeup, 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 use a 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't you 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 were together 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. I understood 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 cleaning them?" He was being quite brazen with me. I could tell he was really getting off on his 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 on hesitating 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 to lick another man's shoes. I also knew my cock was as hard as a rock. They just 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 them to my face. "Don't forget the soles slut. What would our clientele say if I went to work with 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 couple of small chunks of dirt. I could taste them dissolving in my mouth. I cleaned 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 I was 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 must have 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 the jealous 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 she really floored me. "Why don't you tell him John", she said teasingly, while she stroked my cheek with 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 a deep red. I actually felt grateful that I had some makeup on. Sheila didn't help 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 since she found out about your submissiveness is enslaving you. She has a mind like 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 and have 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 will never 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 uncomfortable silence. "John, there are three nice steaks in the fridge. Why don't you grill them while 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 to need it." "Thank you Mistress, I feel I need it already." I then fetched them their drinks, and then started grilling the steaks. The weather had cooled down quite a bit, so I used the Jen-air grill in the kitchen. 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 offered another beer. I was told to clean up the kitchen and return to them when finished. 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 with lust in his eyes. He started massaging his cock through his pants. He spoke softly, but firmly. "Now it is time to start fulfilling your slut duties, Joanie." TO BE CONTINUED..... -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |