A SLAVE'S ROAD~PART 11
I awoke alone, still at the foot of the bed. The morning sunlight was streaming
through the window. I just lay there and thought about what had transpired the
night before. My thoughts and feelings were mixed. Did I really commit those
acts? It almost seemed like a faded dream now. But the more awake I became, the
sharper my memory became. The servicing of Tom, the anal rape from Sheila, the
teasing humiliation from both of them…..and most vivid was being inside their
toilet. I could still see everything from that view at the bottom. Both fear and
excitement ran through me. I knew now, without a doubt that they were taking me
all the way. Hell, I don't know if I could leave now if I wanted to. I know my
life was changing permanently, but I also knew these delicious, submissive
feelings running through my body were something I had always craved, but never
had felt to this degree. My cock was as hard as steel. But it wasn't just my
cock that was enslaved. It was also my body, mind and soul. I stretched in the
bed, feeling some soreness from the night before. It actually felt nice, as if
it were a gift from my owners. I craned my neck to look at the clock on the
table. It was 9:00. I slowly got up, stretched my naked body again, and started
downstairs to my room to shower, shave, and dress for the day. As I headed
downstairs, I heard two voices coming from the kitchen. They were both female.
One was Sheila, but I didn't recognize the other. I quietly walked through the
family room toward my bedroom, which was right before the kitchen. I slowly
opened the bedroom door and stepped inside, closing it behind me. I showered,
shaved and took care of my normal morning ritual. When I stepped back into the
bedroom, I noticed there was a pair of black silk bikini panties and a black
lace apron lying on the foot of the bed. A note lay on top of the apron. It read
"put these on and report to me in the kitchen". Sheila had signed it. I put the
two items of humiliating attire on and headed toward the kitchen. I hesitated
before entering, just outside the entryway. As if Sheila could see through the
wall, she spoke loud and clear.
"Don't be bashful John, come on in."
I nervously approached the entrance and walked in. Sheila and her friend were
sitting at the table. I could tell Sheila had already been through her morning
workout. Her body glistened with a light sheen of perspiration. She wore her
spandex shorts and a black T-shirt. She had already taken off her tennies and
socks. I looked at her friend. I know I was blushing. She was smiling at me with
her perfectly white even teeth. Her eyes looking me over from top to bottom. She
was a very pretty, sassy looking black lady. Her looks reminded me of Toni
Braxton. Her chair was facing away from the table and towards me. Her hair was
cut short and stylish. Her face was beautiful, a creamy mocha complexion, high
cheekbones, full lips, cute nose, and dark intelligent eyes which sparkled with
a playful curiosity. She had obviously been working out with Sheila. She wore a
one piece, aqua green, spandex outfit. The bottom part came to the upper thigh,
and the upper was the tank top style, which bared her shoulders and cleavage.
She was petite and in shape. I would guess her height to be 5'2" and her weight
at 110lbs. Her age was probably around thirty. She had her left leg over her
right and was swinging her foot. She had dancer's legs. She still had on her
white tennies and socks. Finally Sheila broke the silence.
"Kim, this is John. John this is my good friend Kim."
Kim spoke first. Her voice was perky, yet it also purred. "It's nice to meet you
John. Sheila has been telling me all about you." She had that ability to smile
as she talked….not only with her mouth, but with her eyes as well.
"Nice to meet you also Kim" I half murmured.
"Why don't you freshen up our coffee, pour yourself a cup and join in," Sheila
said.
"I will take just a touch of cream in mine," Kim added.
I poured their coffee and sat down in between them. I felt so ridiculous in my
outfit. Kim just smilingly looked me over. Every time I would look at her, her
eyes would be looking into mine, and I would look away after a second or two.
She finally spoke.
"Nice outfit John. It's really flatters you."
I thought Sheila was going to fall out of the chair laughing. Kim just kept
looking at me and smiling. Then she spoke again.
"Is it just show, or do you really clean house?"
I was so embarrassed I didn't say anything. She just kept on smiling, feeling
and enjoying my awkwardness. Sheila was still laughing.
"Well", she said. "Do you really perform maid duties or not?"
I knew now she expected an answer.
"I…uh…I am just learning. Sheila is training me."
Sheila lifted her bare foot and nudged my thigh. Kim could plainly see the move.
"That's Mistress Sheila, John." Sheila corrected me.
"Yes Mistress Sheila," I responded.
"And you can refer to Kim as Mistress also. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Mistress, perfectly."
Kim was just listening to all of this with a knowing smile on her pretty face.
Sheila again spoke.
"In fact, why don't you make her feel at home and ask her if she needs
anything."
I looked into Kim's eyes. "Mistress Kim, is there anything I can do for you"?
"Sheila has been telling me you give a great foot massage. After our three mile
run this morning, I could sure use one."
As she said this, she swung her leg higher than usual, extended her pointed
foot, and held it there for a couple of seconds before swinging it down again.
All without breaking eye contact. This woman knew exactly what she was doing.
I got out of my chair and sat before her cross-legged. Kim uncrossed her leg and
placed her shoe on my thigh. I looked into her large brown eyes, getting lost in
them for a second. She nudged my thigh and spoke.
"Get on with it slave".
"Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress," I answered.
I unlaced her white running shoes. Pulling the shoe by the heel, I slipped it
off her foot. Her white anklet socked foot raised and pointed toward my mouth.
Holding it just inches from my mouth, she spoke again.
"Use your mouth to remove my sock, slut."
"Oh, you are a wicked one Kim," Sheila laughingly said.
"I've seen his type before. You have to establish who is in charge right away.
It's actually very close to training a dog."
Meanwhile, I had placed my lips just at the top and rear of the anklet and was
pulling it off her foot. As I pulled it down her foot, my lips and nose dragged
along her sole. MM.…her odor was intoxicating. It was an earthy jasmine scent.
It must have been a combination of her perspiration from the run and perfume she
had put on earlier. I pulled it completely off and lay the sock down. I then did
the same with the other foot. After her feet were bare, I finally looked at
them. They were very feminine and soft. A small arch, average width, and long
toes. You could tell they were professionally taken care of. Her nails were
bright red, which contrasted nicely to her brown tops. As with most women of
African heritage, her soles were noticeably lighter than the rest of her foot. I
found this very erotic. I lifted her right foot and started kneading the sole
with my thumb. I passionately massaged her entire foot, even massaging each
individual toe softly between my thumb and finger. I worked the muscles of her
legs as far as I could reach. As I massaged, she and Sheila continued their
conversation as if I wasn't there. From what I could gather, Kim was a lawyer
for one of the brokerage firms Sheila used in her real estate deals. I could
also sense they had been good friends for a long time. Occasionally Kim would
look down at me and tell me to concentrate on this spot or rub a little harder.
After a good thirty minutes, she told me to get her and Sheila another cup of
coffee. When I refilled their cups, Sheila told me to assume the position again
and massage her feet and legs. I, of course, did as commanded. Once again I
worked my magic, and once again they basically ignored me. After another thirty
minutes, Sheila told me to start cleaning the house. I started upstairs with
their bathroom, cleaning the sinks, toilet and shower. Mopping the floor and
cleaning the mirrors. After two hours of working my ass off, I took a break. I
had been sitting in one of the bedroom chairs for only five minutes when Sheila
and Kim came into the room.
"What's going on John," Sheila said seriously. "Why aren't you working?"
"I have been Mistress. I am just taking a quick break."
"Were you given permission?"
"No Mistress. I'm sorry Mistress, but I really have been working hard. Take a
look at the bathroom. It's sparkling clean, honest."
"That's not the point, John. The point is that you didn't have permission to
take a break. When you are in my servitude, you need permission for everything.
In fact, I even want you to ask permission to use the bathroom. Am I
understood?"
"Yes Mistress. Again I am sorry. It won't happen again."
"You will have to be punished for this later, but right now Kim and I are going
out. When I return this afternoon, I expect this house to be spotless."
"Yes Mistress. It will be."
"Then crawl over here and tell Kim how nice it was making her acquaintance."
I got off the chair and crawled to the two women. On my knees before them, I
looked up into Kim's smiling face. "It was nice to meet you Kim."
Her smile left her face as she looked down at me. "Didn't you forget something
slave?"
I couldn't think of what I did wrong. I could feel both of them glaring at me. I
lost all ability to concentrate.
"I…uh…I can't think of anything."
Kim looked at Sheila and rolled her eyes. Sheila looked at Kim and nodded.
"Go ahead Kim, he deserves it."
Before I knew what happened, Kim backhanded me hard across the face. Then she
came back to my other cheek. It all happened so fast, I didn't have time to
defend myself. She then placed her bare foot on my chest and pushed me hard. I
went flying and landed on my back. She immediately was hovering over me. I felt
her foot on my crotch. I squirmed as she pushed harder. I was becoming genuinely
scared, as it was becoming quite painful. Sheila had come over and placed her
foot on my chest, as if to stop my squirming. Kim again spoke. This time there
was a hard edge to her voice.
"Now can you remember?"
My mind was now useless. I couldn't even talk. She saw all of this and more in
my eyes. She pushed harder into my crotch. I grimaced in pain, pleading with my
eyes. I saw her eyes soften, not in pity, but in lust. As the pressure of her
foot grew, she spoke slowly and very deliberately.
"About two hours ago, at the kitchen table, what did your owner say was the
proper way to address me?"
It hit me like a ton of bricks. How could I be so stupid?
"Mistress. She told me to address you as Mistress. I am so sorry Mistress."
She released the pressure of her foot. I am sure she could sense my body relax a
bit. Sheila stepped back a couple of steps to watch Kim's next move. Kim walked
over to the chairs by the fireplace. Her and Sheila sat down. Sheila then
snapped her fingers. I was then given the order to crawl over and kneel in front
of them. As I knelt before them, Sheila began to speak.
"John, Kim is a long time friend of mine. We are business acquaintances, but go
back much further than that. As you know, my parents are quite wealthy. When I
was growing up, it was common for wealthy people of their generation to have a
black maid. Well, Kim's mother was my parent's maid. She was like a part of the
family. She would come every Monday and Friday. In the summer, she would bring
Kim over. Even though Kim is younger than I am, we became close friends. When
Kim graduated from high school she got a scholarship to I.U. She went to law
school after that and passed the bar. She knows all about Tom and me. She also
knows all about you, John. There are a few special people that I am going to
loan you out to. Kim is one of them. In fact, she and those other people are
going to be an intricate part of your training."
I was stunned. I had no idea there were such elaborate arrangements for me. It
was becoming very evident that my slavery had been carefully planned out. This
time Kim started speaking.
"John, just to give credit where credit is due. Sheila's father had a lot to do
with me getting that scholarship. He was and still is a mover and shaker in this
state. I never had a father when I was growing up; both of Sheila's parents
treated me like one of their own children. You should also know that during grad
school, I had a slave. He was a white under graduate student. He served me for
almost two years. We eventually went our separate ways, but I still have very
fond memories. Since then I have been engaged, but that eventually broke off. I
now just play the field. I haven't had another submissive man since grad school,
so I am really looking forward to using you John."
My head was reeling. In all my wildest fantasies I never thought that I would
ever go this far. The two women were silently looking me over, as if trying to
decide what bombshell to hit me with next. Sheila spoke next.
"John, in order to get you to where we want you, there is going to be discipline
involved. I told you that I would punish you later for taking a break without
permission. Then you forgot to address Kim properly. Since that you know Kim is
going to help train you, I think the three of us should take a walk out to the
barn and start your training in earnest. I know we are not dressed in our
leathers as you see your fantasy Dommes in the magazines. But this isn't fantasy
John. If you don't know by now, you soon will, that power does not come from
outer attire. It comes from our intelligence and our desire to enslave you. So,
dressed as we are, let's take that walk."
I started to rise, but Kim put her foot in my thigh and told me to stay. Sheila
got up and walked into the closet. She soon returned with a leather strap and a
cat of nine tails. She also collared and leashed me. I was scared. I knew I was
going to be punished, as I never had before. There was no giggling or funny
chat. They were taking this very seriously. As Kim stood, Sheila gave the leash
a sharp tug indicating that I should stand also. The two women then walked out
of the room, pulling me behind them. As we reached the garage entrance, Sheila
had me take off my apron and panties. I was totally nude now. I was then led
through the garage and outside. The sun was back out and the warmth had
returned. As I walked behind them towards the barn, I watched the soles of their
feet starting to turn dirty. I also felt my balls filling up with cum. I knew
they were going to hurt me, but that was all right, I was their property.
TO BE CONTINUED……..in part 12
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