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 in my lace apron with makeup on I held the
frosted mug out to Tom.
"Welcome home sir, please accept this cold beer from your lowly slave."
"Don't mind if I do Joanie", Tom said answering me with my fem name.
"Doesn't Joanie look adorable", Sheila said. "I made sure she not only was
dressed for you, but also her attitude was ready for you."
"Is that right Joanie? You know Monday's a tough day and I could really 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."
