A Slave's Road

Part 9

A SLAVE'S ROAD-Part 9

I looked at him and then at Sheila. Her eyes were also filled with lust. I
felt like a defenseless prey being circled by a couple of predators. They
had their leather case full of toys on the couch. I knew this night was
going to be my most humiliating yet. Tom spoke again.

"You can start by kneeling and taking off my shoes and socks."
I knelt and started taking off Tom's shoes. Sheila got something out of the
case, stood up, and walked behind me. I felt her hands on my shoulders and
her warm breath in my ear. Her whisper was soft and sexy.

"Tonight is going to be very special for all of us. Your total obedience is
a necessary requirement. You are going to fulfill all of our wishes tonight,
aren't you?"

"Yes Mistress", I answered.
She then reached over me and placed a clamp on my right nipple. She started
tightening the thumbscrew. After a few turns, I started moaning in pain.

"Oh, poor baby....does that hurt?"
"Yes Mistress", I said with emotion in my voice.
"Good, then another full turn should be perfect", she said.
She then proceeded to do just that. I again moaned in pain. My plea was ignored.
She then attached and tightened one to the left nipple.
"He's all ready for you Tom."
Tom then reached over and took out a miniature gold chain. It was in the
shape of a Y. The two shorter ends had small clips on them. He clipped each
one to the rings in my nipple clamps.

"That should be an incentive to serve your Master correctly", he smiled.
He then tugged sharply on the chain.
"Oh, please Master...please, it hurts so much!"
"As it is suppose to my slut. Now finish taking off my shoes and socks.
I did as ordered. There was a slight odor coming from his feet. He had very
attractive feet for a man. They were strong, but not callused, high arched, and
tanned.

"Now take off my pants and be quick about it."
He followed this command with another quick but gentler jerk of the chain. I
grimaced in pain, but proceeded to follow his order. I soon had his pants
and underpants off. He was at full mast. His huge cock was already dripping
with pre cum. He started pulling me steadily toward him, choking up on the
chain as I got closer. When my face was a foot away from his chest, he
released the chain. I felt his hands on the top of my head, pushing my face
down to his cock.

"First lick and swallow the pre cum Joanie", he said, referring to me as his fem
slut again.
I used the flat of my tongue to lick sensuously all around his head and
upper shaft, not missing a drop. I then enclosed my mouth over the upper
half of his cock, swirling my tongue over it as I sucked it. I even backed
off and used the very tip of my tongue to penetrate his pee hole, wriggling
it in as deep as I could. I could hear and feel his response to my
worshipful performance. He was moaning in lust, and his hands were gripping
and re-gripping my head as his passion was growing to a fever pitch. I also
heard Sheila leave the room, now that she had me focused on serving her
husband. Tom's hands pushed down harder, forcing me to take all of his cock.
I could feel his head driving past the back of my mouth and into my throat.
I choked a minimal amount, learning from before to relax my esophagus and
let it slide in. He was really ramming me now. With his strong hands holding
my head steady, his pelvis was moving forcefully in and out, hammering my
mouth and throat with his cock. I was trying my best to stay with him,
keeping my mouth wet, and my throat relaxed. At this point I was nothing
more than an object to him. My mouth was his pleasure toy. I was his
property, his slave.

"I see Joanie is serving you well", Sheila said, coming back into the room.
"Oh", Tom moaned. "This slut is so into pleasing."
"Tell me about it", Sheila laughed. "I've had her all day. I think she would
be happy to serve us twenty four hours a day, seven days a week."

Tom lifted my head off his cock, placed his heels on the edge of the couch,
and pushed my face forcefully under his thighs and into his ass. The couch
grounding into my nipple clamps made me squeal in pain. I got no sympathy.

"Get your tongue in my ass slut. I want to feel it all the way up there."
I nuzzled my face into his ass, the bridge of my nose going deeply between
his cheeks. My long tongue snaked into his crack, licking it with passion
and obedience. I found his hole and penetrated it as much as I could.

"Deeper slut, you're not even getting all the way in there."
I muffled a yes sir, but I doubt he understood me. The next thing I felt was
he pulling my head out. He lifted the chain so my eyes were looking up at his.
"When I say tongue my ass, I want to feel you all the way up
there...understood?"
"I..I'm sorry sir. I got in as far as possible. I was at a bad angle sir."
He pulled the chain hard, and kept the pressure on.
"Are you making excuses slave?"
"Oh sir", I cried out. "I swear I was doing the best I could."
"Maybe your best is not good enough."
"Perhaps he needs a little reminder of his status", Sheila mused.

Sheila walked from behind me and sat down next to Tom. I hadn't seen her
since her return. She looked stunning. She was wearing a strapless black
leather bra and matching thong. Her beautiful ass was completely exposed.
She also had on thigh high black hose, with 4" open-toed slides. Even Tom
was gawking.

"God, you look sexy hon", he said.
"You're just saying that because Joanie here has got you all hot and bothered",
she teased.
"I can't deny that, but you really do look hot."
"Thanks, looks like you're ready to explode", she said looking at his cock.
Mmm...I am sooo horney right now. Have any suggestions", he asked teasingly.
"How about a nice slow fuck with me on top. All you have to do is lay back and
enjoy it."
"What about our favorite slut", he asked looking at me. "Just want to let him
watch and suffer?"
"I was thinking more like listen and suffer", she said smiling wickedly at me.
"I can see you have another one of your ideas. I can almost hear the wheels
turning. You're like Lucy in leather", he laughed.

"You wouldn't want it any other way", she quipped back.
"You're right, you always keep things exciting. Did I ever tell you you're
one hell of a woman?"
"Not today", she said.

"You're one hell of a woman, and I am one hell of a lucky man."
With that they both started making out while I watched from my knees. Their
obvious love and feelings for each other sincerely touched me. After being
married for several years, they still were hot for each other. Sheila looked
down at me and smiled.

"Before Tom and I get going too strong here," she said to me. "You and I have to
take a short trip."
I didn't say anything. I knew she was up to something but didn't know what.
She stood up and left the room again. Moments later she returned with a
couple of electronic devices. They were white plastic cased, and about half
the size of shoeboxes.

"These are two-way wireless audio monitors," she said. "They are similar to
the baby monitors, but quite a bit better. You can talk and listen on both
ends. One will be placed here while Tom and I make love."

"And where will the other be, " I asked.
"With you, of course," Sheila smiled down at me, knowing that was not the answer
I wanted.
"And where will he be," asked Tom.
"I introduced him to one of your projects today, hon."
"And which one was that," Tom asked.
Looking at me like a cat about to eat a mouse she said "The one in the bathroom,
of course."
I know I visibly flinched when she said that. Her eyes and smile remained on
me. She loved seeing me squirm, and she knew just how to make me squirm.

"I didn't use it yet, Tom. Just showed it to him. I wanted you there the first
time we used it."
She emphasized the word we. Oh...It would be humiliating enough being her
toilet, but both of theirs?

"Perhaps he will think twice before making another excuse," Sheila added.
I thought about pleading my case again, but knew it would do no good. They
knew I served them the best I could. This was just their way of telling me
they were always right, no matter what, and no excuse would be tolerated. Of
course it was sending a strong signal to me that I had better give them 100%
devotion for every command.

"Are you ready for the next level Joanie," she asked.
I was speechless, so I just nodded.
"Good," she said. "Let's take these off first."
She then unscrewed the nipple clamps and pulled them off. The pain was
unbearable. The blood rushed to my nipples. I actually rolled on the floor,
rubbing them with my hands while moaning in pain. After a few moments, the
pain finally subsided. Sheila stood up towering over me. She placed the toe
of her shoe on my crotch.

"I want you to follow us, crawling on your hands and knees."
Tom and her then started walking slowly toward the stairs. I scrambled to my
hands and knees and crawled after them. As I was following them up the
stairs, the sight of both their asses above me made me forget about the
intense pain I had felt just a minute ago. I crawled to their bedroom,
through the walk-in closet, through the dressing room, and into the
bathroom. Sheila stepped into the over sized shower while Tom held the door
opened for me. I followed her in, with Tom coming in last. She placed the
monitor on the tiled bench, next to the opening. She lifted the lid, which
turned on the light inside the cavity. She then swung open the hinged, tiled
door on the bottom wall of the bench, which was directly under the top hole.
She latched it to the bench wall. She then pulled up the aluminum frame
allowing access to the bottom opening. She looked down at me. She wasn't
smiling when she spoke.

"On your back John."
I obeyed.
"Now slide your head inside."

I moved forward on my back until my head was inside the lighted cavity. She
then slid the aluminum frame down. The half circle cut out, on the bottom of
the frame, came just above my neck. I knew I couldn't bring my head back
out. I then heard her open the cabinet door on the wall. I next heard the
sound of a padlock being snapped.

"There," she said, jiggling the aluminum frame. "Locked in place."
Her face appeared over the opening. Now she was smiling.

"How does feel to be a prisoner in our toilet, John?"
I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. I then felt a foot on my cock.
It had to have been Toms, since Sheila was still at my face.

"From the look of his cock, he doesn't seem to mind," Tom said.
Sheila was still looking down at my face, smiling even broader.
"It doesn't matter if you mind or not, does it John?"
"No Mistress," I said.
My voice sounded as if it came from a cheap synthesizer. It was very low and
had a slight echo. Both Sheila and Tom started laughing.

"An unexpected surprise," Sheila said. "We have a talking toilet."
They both laughed again. I felt so humiliated, being the butt of their joke.
"Tom and I are going back downstairs. Don't worry though, it will be as if
we never left. You'll hear everything we say and do."

They then left, leaving the monitor next to the opening. I lay there in
silence for a few moments. I then heard their voices. They sounded as if
they were still in the shower.

"I'm going to get myself another glass of wine," Sheila was saying. "You want
another beer?"
"Sure," Tom answered. "Although my bladder is starting to fill up."
"I'm sure you can hold it for awhile. I know I want to make sure mine is at
full capacity," Sheila chuckled cruelly.

I could tell she was leaving the room because her voice was fading. They
were obviously playing mind games with me. They were pushing every one of my
masochistic buttons. Even though their motives were obvious, it was working
like a charm. The fear and excitement running through me right now had never
been greater. Sheila returned with the drinks.

"Ah," Tom moaned, as he took a swig from his beer. "That really hits the spot."
"As does the wine dear," Sheila chirped. "But on to more important things,
like that beautiful hard cock of yours. I'm going to slip off my heels,
mount you, and fuck you to the couch."

I could even hear her high heels hitting the floor. I next heard them getting in
position on the couch.
"Oh Tom, I am sopping wet. I am so hot."
"Oh, that feels so good Sheila. Our slut has gotten my balls so full of cum."
"Just make it last for me hon."

I could hear their voices getting more and more excited. I could even hear
their breathing getting heavier. Now it was pure animal lust. I could hear
bodies slapping against each other and their moans of passion. They went on
and on. What control Tom had. I knew he had been on the brink of cumming for
a long time, but here he was holding out for Sheila's orgasm.

"Ah....Ah.....Oh Tom!!!"
Sheila's voice was at a fever pitch. She was cumming and cumming.
"I'm cumming Sheila!"
They were both having their intense orgasms simultaneously. I lay there and
listened as they finally wound down to silence. I heard nothing for several
minutes. I could picture them, with Sheila still lying on top, both
embracing each other. Words were unnecessary. Finally I heard them moving.

"Hand me your sock, hon," I heard Sheila saying.
"What for?"
"For my stopper," Sheila chuckled. "I don't want to lose any of your precious
cum."
"Oh, you are wicked," Tom chuckled back.
"I know," she said quite seriously. "God that was great," Sheila said. "I
can't remember the last time I had an orgasm that intense."
"Me neither," Tom lazily responded.
You could tell they were both relaxed and content.
"Hand me my wine dear."
I heard the containers of their drinks clinking together.
"Here's to our ownership of John," Tom said.
"It does seem like it will work out quite well, doesn't it."
I then heard them drinking their drinks.
"Speaking of John," Sheila said. "I have to pee."
"Me too," Tom said a bit dreamily.

I could sense that they were once again becoming aroused. Their voices
became silent, but I could hear body movements, as if they were hugging and
kissing.
"Mmm," Sheila moaned. "Let's not get started again just yet. I really do have to
pee badly."
"Then let's go," Tom answered back.
I heard them stand up and leave the room. A moment later I heard them coming
into the bathroom. This time the sound was not coming from the monitor. I
heard the shower door open. I could feel sexual pulses surging through my
body. My skin felt alive. I knew I was reaching a new plateau of submission.
I felt Sheila's nylon foot pressing down hard on my cock.

"His cock is like granite. He's such a slut."
"All the better for us my dear," Tom answered back.
Sheila stepped up on top of me. I couldn't believe what was happening. Her
weight was evenly distributed between my cock and stomach. I felt no pain.
She started walking up my body with slow deliberate steps. She stopped with
both feet planted on my chest. She bent down from her waist, placing her
hands on each side of the toilet seat. Looking up at her beautiful smiling
face, I felt wave after wave of submissive bliss running through me. I knew
there was no turning back. I would be her slave for life. I would make sure
I did everything possible to please her; to make sure she would never want to
release me.

"Are you ready for this," she asked seriously.
"Yes Mistress," I said without hesitation.
She then turned around on my chest. She slowly lowered her beautiful naked
ass toward the seat. I could see the sock was still in her pussy. Lower and
lower her ass came towards me. Finally she was seated. Her feet still rested
on my chest. The light lit up the top half of the cavity. I could see
everything. I watched as her hand reached down and removed the sock. A huge
glob of cum landed on my face. I heard her moan, and then grunt. I could see
her pussy twitching and opening as she put pressure on her bladder. Then it
came. Her golden nectar. At first slowly, then with more and more force. My
face and hair were being soaked. I even opened my mouth to swallow some of
it. I wanted to taste and smell all of it. At that cherished moment, I was
her toilet. It just kept coming and coming. I didn't want it to end, but it
finally tapered off to just a dribble. She even squeezed a couple of last
squirts out, making sure she was completely empty. I lay there at the bottom
of her toilet, drenched in her pee, smelling her entire aroma. I was her
slave. She sat there for a moment, without moving. Tom had not spoken a
word. I could picture him taking in this scene in awe of his beautiful wife.
Finally she stood up. She stepped off me and sat on the bench, next to the
seat. She looked down at me. Her face was oddly content, smiling, and
radiant. When she spoke, she was relaxed and confident.

"I just want you to know that was one most fantastic things I have ever
experienced. I have never felt more powerful and whole. I truly do appreciate
your sacrifice John."
I just looked up into her eyes, probably looking like a drowned rat to her.
I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing.

"There was one thing I wish I could have seen though," she continued. "I
wish I could have seen the pee actually splattering on to your face.
Watching your expression as it sunk in to you how low you have gone for us.
Do you realize how far you have come in less than a week?

She didn't wait for my answer. I saw her head turn towards Tom.
"Come here hon," she said softly.
I saw Tom's shadow looming over me. Sheila returned her gaze to me.
"Even though I can't see my pee splashing over you, I can see the next best
thing."
She reached out and grabbed Tom's cock. He stood over me with a foot on each
side of my shoulders. He came into view as he stepped up. Sheila, smiling
down at me, directed his cock at my face.

"He's all yours, hon," was all she said.
Tom looked down at me and smiled.
"Ready for part two slave?"
"Yes Master," I humbly answered.
Then with Sheila holding on to his cock, he moaned out lustfully. His pee
started jetting out on to my face. Sheila was moving his cock all around,
making sure the piss caught every part of my face. His aroma was much
stronger than hers. My nostrils were filled with his smell. His bladder had
to have been full, as he seems to have peed forever. Finally the last
squirts came out. Sheila even shook it for him, watching the last drops hit me.
I knew I would never be the same again. My mind was going back to my
previous life; work, playing pick-up basketball, fishing, drinking a few
beers with my friends. It all seemed a million years away now. I was not
that person anymore. I was a slave. I was their property.

"Alright," Sheila said, bringing me out of my trance. "You can come out now."
She unlocked the frame and lifted it up. I slid out and kneeled before them.
"Take the hose off the wall and rinse down everything thoroughly. Make sure
the entire toilet is scrubbed and rinsed. Even pour a little bleach in the
drain at the bottom."

They walked to the other side, about fifteen feet away, and turned on the
shower. They both bathed each other while I watched and carried out my
chores. My face and hair were still covered with their pee. When they were
done, they told me to shower, and report to them in the bedroom. I of
course, would do as they commanded.