Chapter 4 - The First Session (Home Life)
The humiliatingly adorned young male slave crawled to the door he had been
directed to. He paused before the portal and tried to still his wildly
palpitating heart. He was about to be allowed into the presence of the Domatrix
he had just pledged his life to. Even though he knew that she had inspected him
closely, somehow he was still deathly afraid that she would find some fault, and
dash his dreams of submission and slavery. No matter how hard he tried, he
could not quell the feelings that assailed him, of dread and high excitement.
His bizarrely trapped penis ached as it sought to stiffen in the tight confines
of its captivity, but the deviously designed cone did its job giving the
shivering slave his first taste of what total surrender of his sexuality to
Mistress Lotta was to mean.
He reached out and tentatively knocked on the door. "Enter, slave!" Came the
authorative call from within, followed by, "Be sure that you come into my
presence as a slave should, little piglet." The slave reached up and opened the
door with a trembling hand. He shuffled into the room on his knees, being sure
to keep his head bowed, and his eyes downcast, in subservience. Once he was
inside the room Mistress Lotta ordered him to crawl over, and on to a slave mat
positioned before the chair in which she was seated. The male slave obeyed,
being able to see the mat despite his bowed head. He crawled over, and remained
on the mat on all fours, with his head still bowed in deference to his Domatrix.
His heart fluttered with a tiny surge of servile pleasure when his eyes saw her
feet, shod in black patent leather pumps with seven inch stiletto heels, and her
ankles encased in smoky black hose.
"Little piglet, you may kneel up and feast your unworthy eyes on the body of
your queen." Mistress Lotta commanded. The young man's cheeks flushed scarlet
with shame at his demeaning appearance, but his pulse raced with joy at finally
being able to see his Mistress. He raised his body up, spreading his knees
further apart as he did, and finally raised his head to gaze at her. The new
slave's heart almost burst with rapture at the sight before his kneeling nudity.
He had never seen a woman so awesome in his young life. She was dressed in a
mauve peignoir, open down the front. Her legs were encased in black stockings
held up by a scarlet, satin garter belt. Her massive breasts were enveloped in
a brassier of the same material. Her long legs were crossed and she wore a pair
of skimpy panties, a G string really, but as her long legs were crossed he was
unable to see her mound.
The young slave's eyes literally radiated love and adoration as his gaze swept
from the regal Domatrix's stunningly beautiful, heavily made-up, face, framed
alluringly by almost white wavy, blonde hair, down to her enormous breasts
sexily bulging in their scarlet bra cups, revealing a deep and erotic cleavage.
His eyes swept further down over her well fleshed belly to her meaty, but
gorgeously shaped thighs, crossed as they were, and long shapely legs. Even
though she was seated he could see that her bottom cheeks were also massive and
beautifully shaped. The slave's mouth gaped in wonderment at the sensuous
beauty of his Mistress. She smiled down at him, noting the look of consummate
happiness, tinged with absolute adoration shining in his wide eyes.
Mistress Lotta sighed contentedly, for like most truly voluptuous women, she
knew that her stunning pultritude was generally overbearing to most people, even
slaves, to the extent that they could not properly appreciate her, for they were
always aware that she was the stuff of phantasies, not reality. However, from
the emotions so easily read in the slave kneeling before her, she knew that she
was going to experience, not only devotion and submission from him, but also
true love and affection. Mistress Lotta knew from experience, or more to the
point, lack of it, that slaves who not only submitted, but also loved their
dominators were always the best performed and most devoted. She continued to
smile down at the flushed slave and asked seductively, "Do you like what you
see, little piglet?"
The flustered slave stuttered and spluttered, almost incapable of speech, such
was his complete state of euphoric exhilaration. After his first abortive
attempt to reply he took a deep breath to steady his palpitating nerves and
cried out in a voice that clearly betrayed his highly charged emotions,
"Mistress Lotta, my heart will burst with love for you every instant of the rest
of my life. Mistress Lotta, I will adore and worship you with every fibre of my
being until the day I die. Mistress Lotta, I will submit and surrender to your
every whim and desire, refusing you nothing, and with no regard to my own
worthless existence for as long as I live. Having been permitted to gaze upon
your beauty, Mistress Lotta, I am amazed that you have chosen a lowly pig like
me to be your personal slave. I yearn to serve you, Mistress Lotta, and will
strive to my utmost to please you in every way." The slave's body was visibly
shaking with passion, but a small frown of consternation flashed across his
smooth brow, and he cried out in anguish, "I am frightened, ravishing Mistress
Lotta, I am filled with unthinkable terror that I am unworthy of submitting to
you, a living Goddess, and that I will disappoint you and disgrace you. I beg
you, Mistress Lotta, do not judge me too harshly too early for I swear that I
will strive to reduce myself to a most perfectly submissive slave for you."
The magnificent woman reached out and petted her chattel's head as if he were
some animal she had taken a fancy to, and told him she expected no less of him,
but banishment would always be a sword held over his neck should he fail her.
To ease his dread she said, with a smile, that she believed that he would try to
please her in every way and she was sure that he would not fail through want of
effort. The slave shuddered with happiness that she was going to allow him to
prove his worthiness and made a silent vow to himself that his endeavours would
never flag.
"Now to some mundane matters, piglet." Mistress Lotta continued in a more
business like voice. "I am going to question you concerning your past, your
sexual experience, and more importantly, your phobias. Remember, I will know
instantly if you lie, and you know what that will mean, don't you?" "Yes,
Mistress Lotta, the kneeling slave breathed, and then she began. "Firstly, are
you a virgin?" "Yes, Mistress Lotta." The slave blushed. "Have you ever been
with a man?" "No, Mistress Lotta." "Have you ever fantasised about being with a
man?" She led. "No, Mistress Lotta." He replied without hesitation. "How
often have you normally jerked your little worm off?" The slave's cheeks heated
with shame, "Once, sometimes twice a day, Mistress Lotta." "And what did you
normally dream of while you pulled it off, piglet?" She asked with a smile,
suspecting that she already knew the answer to this one. "I dreamt of being a
slave, Mistress Lotta." He dutifully replied.
"Good. That takes care of sexuality." She said. "Did you leave any loose ends
before coming to me, piglet." She asked. "I owed my odious landlord a weeks
rent, Mistress Lotta, apart from that nothing else." Her slave replied. "We
can't have that." Mistress Lotta stated sternly, and asked the slave for the
address of his boarding house. He worried for an instant at the smirk on her
lips when she questioned him on this aspect, but soon forgot about it as the
questioning continued. Mistress Lotta asked him about everything he had
experienced in his life up to the moment he entered her service. He didn't
understand the need for it, but answered each question to the best of his
ability, including the fact that his most feared phobia was to engage in
homosexual activity where the male was not a slave himself.
As soon as Mistress Lotta was satisfied that she knew all there was to know
about her new slave she began to introduce him to his new life. She started
with the room they were in which served as her office. She told him to look
around and to ask her if he didn't understand the purposes of some of the
furniture in the room. There were two chairs, the one she was seated in which
was similar to a normal, armless office chair. One next to it had no bottom to
it, but had a detachable velvet strap crossing its centre from rear to front.
The slave looked at it with puzzlement for a few seconds and then blushed
crimson when he suddenly realised its purpose. Mistress Lotta smiled broadly
when she saw this, thinking to herself that this piglet was going to be just
perfect.
Across to one side stood a masseur's table with a slight modification. At one
end there was a large opening in the velour covered bench top. It didn't take
the slave's imagination long to perceive what this was for, and he experienced a
surge of delight as he anticipated its use. There was a computer, small desk,
bookcase and TV and video in the room as well. When the slave's eyes were once
again fixed on his Mistress she opened a drawer in the desk and withdrew two
sets of leather cuffs and four small padlocks. "Put these on, little piglet."
She ordered the kneeling slave, and threw them down to him.
While the slave was engaged in locking the leather cuffs onto his ankles and
wrists Mistress Lotta explained to him that they would remain on him at all
times, only to be removed when he bathed and shaved his body. He noticed that
each cuff was equipped with a tiny metal clip which would obviously allow them
to be attached to each other, as well as any other items that could accept the
clips. As soon as he had completed cuffing his limbs Mistress Lotta stood up to
her full six feet. The slave was again filled with awe at her ravishing
voluptuousness, and thrilled with excitement at his first sight of her generous
and shapely bottom, its mighty cheeks alluringly split with the crimson cord of
her G string, as well as the pronounced mound of her sex, which stretched its
erotic satin covering with sensuous promise.
She reached down over the kneeling slave and took each of his wrists in turn,
bent the arm, awkwardly back behind his back, and fastened the clips on his
cuffs to rings on the rear of his collar, thus rendering his arms useless. She
helped him to his feet, laughing as he tottered on his high heels, but
never-the-less, informing him that he had better soon learn to rise, un-aided,
when his hands were shackled. She then told him that they were going to inspect
the rest of the residence, and his domestic duties would be explained to him.
The kitchen and laundry, both possessing every modern convenience imaginable,
came first and the slave was told that he would cook all meals, launder all
clothing and clean each room meticulously each day. The two then moved on to
the lounge area, plushly furnished and beautifully appointed and he was
instructed as to the upkeep of the room. They then moved on to Mistress Lotta's
plushly appointed boudoir. One wall was made up completely of built in
wardrobes, one wall was entirely mirrored, as was the ceiling above her
absolutely huge bed with its silken sheets. A sort of Japanese sleeping mat lay
on the floor at the base of the bed and a ten foot, small linked chain was
attached to the bed's heavy base. The slave did not have to be told that this
was where he would sleep.
They went through a door next to the wardrobes and he found himself in Mistress
Lotta's magnificent bathroom with its deep, roman styled bath, shower cubicle
and toilet with slave mat before it. A small dressing room backed on to the
wardrobes and was equipped with a vanity table and floor to ceiling mirrors on
three sides. Mistress Lotta took care to explain the slave's duties in this
area to him. They will also be explained to the reader when we go through a
typical day in the slave's life in some detail a little further on. They then
moved back into the foyer. Mistress Lotta opened a coat cupboard and showed her
new slave a neck to ankle coat hanging in it. She explained to him that when he
answered her door to visitors he was to put the coat on if it was obvious from
viewing the visitor through the spy hole that she or he was not known to them,
before answering the door. She took pains to inform the young slave that this
was not to protect him from embarrassment, but to protect her from potentially
unwanted attention from strangers who may damage her reputation in the building.
To acquaint himself of all her usual visitors she later gave the slave a photo
album to study, so he would easily recognise them, and thus be able to greet
them in his slave costume when greeting them when they came to visit.
The two then moved back into the office and the slave was ordered back to his
knees on the mat with his head bowed. Mistress Lotta moved around behind him
for a moment and he heard a slight rustling sound, and then the sound of a
drawer opening and closing. He watched as Mistress Lotta place a highly
polished black boot, with an impossibly high heel, on the mat next to him and
then sit back down on her chair. This time she did not cross her legs, but
rather spread them wide. The slave was jolted back to reality by Mistress
Lotta's voice, "From this moment on, little piglet, you are in my service. You
will not, with the exception of the sexual supplications explained to you during
the interview, and greetings to visitors, speak unless spoken to, or commanded
to as part of your duties. From this moment on you will keep your eyes fixed
below the level of my knees unless I command otherwise, or you are engaged in
serving me in a way that requires the raising of your level of sight. Is that
clear?" "Yes, Mistress Lotta." The slave answered excitedly exhilarated by the
thought that his life long slavery had just begun.
"You may raise you eyes, piglet." Mistress Lotta said, her voice betraying her
passion. The kneeling slave slowly raised his head until he was able to stare
in awe between his Mistress's spread thighs. The servile slave almost swooned
in ecstasy while his wide eyes took in the sight before him. The forrest of
blonde hair, the long, plump lips that could not be hidden by the profusion of
hair, the slightly drooping inner lips, already showing signs of moisture, and
the prominent bulge of the semi-aroused clitoris, its burgeoning tip already
peeping alluringly from the loose skin that protected it. Wild thoughts rushed
through him. This was the most beautiful pussy imaginable, nothing had prepared
him for its magnificence. His heart almost burst with submissive pride that his
lips and tongue had been chosen to worship it, to adore it, and would be
permitted to attend to its sensual needs. What feelings of immaculate rapture
he was to be allowed to experience with his face buried between those marvellous
warm thighs while he was able to taste its luscious flavours, inhale its superb
fragrance, and, ecstatically, to drink the scrumptious juices it was going to
reward his fawning mouth with. He longed to spend his whole existence in
worship and adoring service to the stunning sex flesh of his voluptuous Mistress
with all his being.
All of these thoughts rushing through the trembling slave's fevered mind took
only a few seconds. With a rush of adrenalin coursing through his veins he
remembered his duty. He cried out his supplication in complete happiness and
joy, "Darling Mistress Lotta, may your piglet have the unrivalled privilege of
being permitted to use his lips and tongue to worship, adore, and pleasure your
glorious vulva, succulent vagina and wonderful, mouth-watering clitoris. Please
precious Mistress Lotta, your piglet begs and pleads with all his bursting
heart." Mistress lotta peered down at her pleading slave's upturned face while
he spoke. Her own passionate senses were further gladdened when she saw the
depths of love and adoration shining in his wide glistening eyes. She thought
to herself, with a sense of amazement, that he was close to weeping with joy.
She knew instinctively from that moment on that he was going to prove perfect
once she had trained him to her desires.
She spoke again, "Piglet, I am going to review the editing of my latest video
production. This is going to take my two to three hours. You are to service my
pussy, without let-up for the entire time. If you please me, and are unflagging
in your efforts, then I may grant you a little reward at the end. Now, piglet,
get to work." The joyful slave shuffled forward, his hands still shackled
behind his back, and attached to his slave collar. He leant forward and flushed
with delight when the rich, powerful aroma of Mistress Lotta's moist steamy
pussy overwhelmed his sense of smell. His blood boiled with lust, his trapped,
captive, penis ached with the need to stiffen in response, but, of course, was
frustratingly denied this by its bondage, his anus clenched savagely around the
small dildo buried in it, while he breathed deeply the fragrance of sex that her
gorgeous pussy exuded.
The elated slave, flushed with pleasure, then tenderly kissed the soft warm lips
of his Mistress's lovely vulva, up and down their full length, over and over
while he mentally prepared himself for the ultimate experience of actually
tasting her. His skin tingled all over, his contorted penis struggled vainly
against its constricting prison, and his bare, bulging testicles began to dully
ache with need, as he finally slipped his hot, wet, tongue from his mouth and
gently traced the drooping, inner lips of Mistress Lotta's pussy with its tip.
As the servile male continued to tease the loose inner lips with his adoring
tongue he was ecstatic to see that her plump outer lips swelled and separated as
her arousal grew, and her extraordinary clitoris inched its way, slowly from its
protective sheath. He heard the sounds of the tape in the background while he
worked on the reason for his birth and life, the pussy of his Domatrix. Although
he could not see the TV, it was obvious from the sound track that the video had
an S&M theme, and he shivered with dread at the sounds of whipping, and the
squeals of pain that accompanied it.
With his brain buzzing with bliss and humility the young slave plunged his long
agile tongue deeply into the velvety hole of his Domatrix's spasming pussy. His
taste buds were drenched with the tart flavours of her abundant juices while he
wriggled the buried lingual organ around in her hot, dripping depths. The elated
slave savoured the piquant flavours with true relish, and began to tongue the
silky walls of her pulsing vagina with all his concentration and devotion.
Above his eyes he could see her clitoris, now fully erect and shining with
juice. It stood, proudly throbbing at the apex of her sex split. Two inches of
the thick bud jutted out from her trench and its scarlet meat glistened
erotically, and seemed to beckon to him to taste its delicious rigidity.
With a deep sigh of delight the slave withdrew his tongue from the clasping hole
of Mistress Lotta's dripping vagina, slurped it along her swampy split and then
began to tease her throbbing clitoris from base to tingling tip with it.
Mistress Lotta's breathing began to quicken, and her heated thighs to grip his
head a little more firmly while her slave's tantalising tongue beat an exquisite
tattoo on her pounding clitoral bud. After a while the submissive man engulfed
the throbbing organ deep into his hot mouth and suckled on it like a starving
baby at his mother's teat. The Domatrix's bottom began to writhe in her seat,
and her hips began to pump wildly as her climax rushed towards her. When it
exploded around her, her bottom left the seat altogether, and her full meaty
thighs gripped the slave's head with such power that all sound was cut off from
him. Her convulsing, pleasure soaked pussy erupted like a volcano against her
piglet's face. It gushed its tart juices into his stretched open mouth in a
never ending flow. Her clitoris spasmed uncontrollable in his gaping mouth and
her tangy cream flowed over his wriggling tongue and down his joyfully gaping
throat.
As soon as her wild contractions began to slow Mistress Lotta allowed her bottom
to settle back down into the chair again, and her thighs to relax their powerful
grip on the slave's flushed head. The slave gulped in air to his burning lungs
with his face still crushed up against her dripping swamp. As soon as he was
able, he began the delightful task of slurping up all the remaining creams of
her climax. He lapped the piquant juices up with relish, tonguing her now slack
hole as deeply as he was able in his quest to consume as much of her luscious
sex essence as possible. Once he was satisfied that he had gulped it all down,
he settled down to begin his teasing adoration all over again. While his avid
tongue worked tirelessly to arouse his darling Mistress once again he came to a
new realisation. He now knew why Mistress Lotta had decreed that his penis
would never enter her pussy. It became totally clear to the grovelling slave
that a pussy so divine as the one he was so fervently worshipping could never
debase itself by permitting the worm of a mere slave entrance to its paradise.
He worked with a diligence that he did not know that he possessed over the
following two to three hours. His adoring, and utterly subservient mouth
received the issue of six more orgasms in that time. Each new climax was more
exciting to the slave, not just because it gave him yet another opportunity to
slurp down another feast of her luscious juices, but because it meant that he
was pleasing her, and that was all he lived for.
When it became apparent that the video was over Mistress Lotta commanded in a
voice that betrayed her growing exhaustion, "Clean my pussy up, little piglet,
and then replace my panties." While her slave dutifully tongued her pussy clean
of the residue of her multiple orgasms, ensuring that her cluster of pubic hair
was well washed as well, she reached down and unclipped his wrists from his
collar. When he was finished, and leant back from his delightful duty, his lips
were almost numb and his tongue ached from its constant toil. He retrieved
Mistress Lotta's minuscule G string from where she had dropped it on the floor
and carefully worked the sensuous garment up her long legs. He experienced an
acute sense of loss, and almost sobbed audibly when her ravishing sex was
covered with the tiny patch of scarlet satin. When he was finished he leant
forward and reverently kissed the covered mound and then returned to his
position on the slave mat before her, his eyes fixed on her erotically shod
feet.
Mistress Lotta beamed down at her chattel. "Oh, Yes!" She thought. "This
little piglet is going to be just perfect. His tongue requires some extensive
training, but, for a first time, his performance was quite excellent." She was
not, of course, going to tell him that, for she knew that it was not wise to
praise a slave, especially so early in his service. She was pleased, however,
and was anxious to reward him for his endeavour, as much for her satisfaction at
seeing him humiliate himself for her, as for his pleasure. She informed the
kneeling slave that his efforts were barely satisfactory, and that he had a lot
to learn about the art of pleasing a woman's pussy. While she spoke she watched
him tremble with sadness that he had not fully fulfilled his Mistress's
expectations, then she lifted his spirits once again,explaining to him that he
had potential, and if he studied the art of pleasuring pussy diligently, he
would soon gain the expertise she insisted on in her slaves. She then handed
him a tiny key and ordered him to remove his penis cone.
The young slave glowed with anticipation while he unlocked the tiny lock at the
base of the cone and then unscrewed it from its socket. He whimpered slightly
when he worked the scarlet tube's opening over the head of his penis, before
placing the bondage garment on the floor next to him. His long thick penis
drooped down between his thighs in a state of semi arousal while he waited on
his Mistress's pleasure. "See that shoe next to you, little piglet?" She
asked. "Yes, Mistress Lotta." The slave whispered in reply. "It's pretty,
isn't it, piglet?" "Yes, Mistress Lotta." "All you have to know about it is
that it has been worn by my foot in the past, piglet." Mistress Lotta
continued. "From this point on, whenever I favour you by allowing you to jerk
off your worm, no matter where we are, or in whose company we may be, you will
retrieve this shoe, place it before you, and kiss it devotedly. Then, when your
worm gushes you will deposit its scum on this shoe. When your worm has emptied
itself you will then clean your drool from it and polish it, both with your
tongue."
The kneeling slave, blushing with shame, listened attentively while his Domina
continued, "Never, never, never, ever are you to allow your worm , your scum
bags, or, most importantly, you worm refuse to touch my person. For you to do
so, even inadvertently, will result in your instant banishment, along with all
the other penalties I informed you of during our interview. Further, although
some other Mistresses, or even Masters, may touch or handle your worm and scum
bags you may rest assured that I never will. I have never, and will never
demean myself by handling the sex meat of a mere slave. Is all this perfectly
clear to you, piglet?" She asked. "Yes, Mistress Lotta. I beg that you have
my worm and scum bags cut off should they ever defile your glorious body with
their touch!"
"Very good, little piglet." Mistress Lotta rejoined, causing the slave to flush
with servile pleasure. "Now, to get back to the subject at hand. When I allow
you to pull your worm off you are to stare fixedly at the shoe, worshipping it
for the Goddess-like properties it has for, remember, that my foot has worn it.
You are to dream of pleasures you will never experience, like spilling your
dregs over my toes and then licking them clean. Except for those rare occasions
where I wish you to perform with other slaves, either for my entertainment, for
my profit, or at the behest of other dominators I allow you to serve on my
behalf, your worm will never be permitted to deposit its scum anywhere, except
on that shoe, and even when you are performing with other slaves, the shoe must
be in your sight before your worm may spit. In short, piglet, you will never,
ever again release your worm offal, unless you are staring in absolute adoration
at the shoe that once encased my foot. While the scum flows from your worm onto
the shoe you will fervently express your sorrow at so defiling its glorious,
surface and beg its forgiveness with all your heart. In the fullness of time, I
expect that your worm, if it is freed from its captivity, will remain lank and
limp until you are permitted to adore the shoe. Once you are allowed to see and
worship the shoe, your worm shall display your devotion by immediately
stiffening. You will need to show absolute care in maintaining the shoe after I
have permitted you to worship it, for, should it ever deteriorate through your
carelessness, that will herald the last time I ever permit your worm to release
its scum. Is that clear, piglet?"
The flushed slave gasped, "Yes, Mistress Lotta. I shall worship and adore the
shoe with all my heart. My worm is not worthy of spilling its scum over such a
beautiful thing as a shoe that has been fitted on your marvellous foot. I am
hopelessly in your debt for allowing me to experience such rewards and will love
you forever for your benevolent generosity, darling Mistress Lotta." "You may
now place the shoe in position, piglet, and show me how well you have learnt
what I have just said, for I now wish to see you jerk off your little worm."
The slave flushed with shame. He reached out and reverently took the shoe in
his hands and placed it before his kneeling nudity. The shoe was one of those
normally favoured by street walking prostitutes. It was made of black patent
leather with stiletto heel, a sort of a mini boot that would reach up to the
ankle of its wearer. The slave leant forward and devotedly kissed the shiny
leather of the toe of the boot. He straightened up again and his penis, stiff
and throbbing arched out from his smoothly shaven groin. He stared fixedly at
the shoe, with devotion of almost religious fervour. He grasped the stem of his
achingly erect penis and slowly began to stroke it. The Mistress smiled down at
her shivering slave with satisfied contentment. She watched his hand sliding up
and down his penis with pride. She could hardly wait to show him off to her
friends. Oh how they were going to envy her owning such a servile piglet. She
knew of no other slave in her wide circle of acquaintances who would submit
himself to such depths of humiliation and degradation, and yet so obviously love
and adore the person who had reduced him to such debasement.
She watched as his hand sped up, and his excitement grew, thinking to herself
that she would even forgive him, just this one time, if he, in the lust and
excitement of his first masturbation in her presence, happened to spill some of
his cream on the floor instead of the shoe. This thought had also occurred to
the trembling slave as well, and he had resolved that it would not happen. His
mind was filled with pictures of Mistress Lotta's pretty foot slipping into the
shoe, of her removing it again and wriggling her beautiful toes under his
spluttering penis, daring him to soil her. His breathing became ragged with
excitement as his passion grew. His thighs began to twitch and quiver and he
knew that climax was imminent. The slave bent slightly forward and slipped his
fingers up his spasming pole until he was able to press them to the tube behind
the head of his penis. He shuddered with pleasure as he began to come. His
fingers controlled the flow of his pungent cream as it spewed out onto the shoe,
covering the soft leather with huge gobs of aromatic semen. The slave had
thought that the need to control his spurting penis would have lessened the
pleasure of his orgasm but, to his surprise, not only did it enhance his
ecstasy, but also caused it to last considerably longer.
He shuddered with pleasure while he watched his crimson painted penis head expel
huge wads of his juice. One hand held the head in place over the shoe while the
other squeezed his stem making sure that all of his cream was expelled and
vigorously squeezed out every last dreg. All the time his penis gushed the red
faced slave cried out, "Oh, glorious shoe that has known the presence of sweet
Mistress Lotta's beautiful foot, I beg you to forgive me, her devoted piglet,
for contaminating your luxurious leather with the scum from my spewing worm. My
heart is bursting with sorrow at so foully defiling your brilliance with worm
scum and I beg your mercy. I will love and worship you forever, shoe for whom I
exist to adore with all my being." As soon as he was finishes, and his penis
had softened, the slave bent low and lapped up the hot sticky cum that his penis
had covered the top of the shoe with. His tongue worked tirelessly and his taste
buds were flooded with the rich musky flavour of his semen. He glowed with a
mixture of pride and shame while he ate his own testicle juices, knowing that
his Mistress was watching him submit to this shameful act, and that it was
giving her as much pleasure as it was him, feeling of total degradation.
Once the shoe's leather again shone, cleansed of his issue, the young slave
ceased to administer to it with his servile tongue. Mistress Lotta commanded
him to replace his penis bondage which he did, stuffing his now soft penis into
its tight confines and working its head back through the opening at its apex.
His make-up was smeared by his orgasm and he couldn't wait to be able to repair
it, for he wished to be perfect for his Mistress. She then banished him to the
kitchen to prepare the evening meal.
A typical day in the life of the slave began quite early in the morning. A
physical alarm would wake him at six in the morning. He would silently detach
his slave collar from the chain binding him to the base of Mistress lotta's bed,
and quietly slip out of the room, go to the kitchen and prepare breakfast. At
precisely seven, unless she had informed him otherwise, he would re-enter the
plush bedroom and gently wake his Mistress by uncovering, and kissing her
stocking clad toes. Mistress Lotta always slept in erotic lingerie. She adored
the feel of sensual clothing on her skin. Once she was awake he would accompany
her to the bathroom and, from his kneeling position, gently remove her panties.
She would then seat herself on the toilet and relieve herself. While Mistress
Lotta was thus engaged the male slave would run her bath for her, taking care
that the water temperature was perfect.
As soon as this was done he would return to her at the toilet. She would stand
up, bend over, and present her voluptuous bottom to the slave. He would then
delicately cleans her anal ring with toilet tissues for her. When he finished
he would then carefully lap any drops of urine from her pubic hair and pussy
lips with a diligent and gentle tongue. Mistress lotta would then move to her
bath and the slave would complete her undressing and she would step into her
bath. The slave would then wash her body with care and devotion, and shampoo
her hair if this were required. Once she stepped out of the bath he would dry
her superb body off with soft heated towels and she would walk into her dressing
room.
Her devoted slave would then dress his Mistress in a fresh set of stockings,
garter belt, bra, and panties. Before sliding up the panties he always
demonstrated his total devotion, and submission to her by reverently kissing her
spicy anal ring and gently drooping vulva lips. Then he attended to the making
up of her beautiful face. If she planned to go out that day he would cloth her
body in her chosen garments, otherwise she remained in her erotic lingerie.
Mistress Lotta would then be served her breakfast. While she ate the slave
would remove his costume, including his chastity, shower and shave his body, put
on a fresh slave costume and lock his chastity back on. Mistress lotta would go
to her office if she were staying in and the slave would attend to the
housework.
While he worked he prayed for the sound of Mistress Lotta's tiny bell to summon
him to her presence. When this happened he would rush to the office, fall to his
knees, and knock. When permitted to enter he would crawl into the room with his
head bowed and take up his position on his slave mat. "Look up, little piglet."
Mistress Lotta would command. Sometimes he would be greeted with her spread
thighs and marvellous pussy, sometimes by her breasts, gloriously nude, hanging
from the opening in the massage bench, and other times with her large smooth
bottom cheeks protruding below the chair, with the velvet strap fixed between
the, or with it hanging loose. Whichever sight met his adoring eyes he would
immediately make the required supplication, "Darling Mistress Lotta, may your
piglet have the unrivalled privilege of being permitted to use his lips and
tongue to worship, adore, and pleasure your glorious vulva, succulent vagina and
wonderful, mouth-watering clitoris. Please precious Mistress Lotta, your piglet
begs and pleads with all his bursting heart." Or, "Darling Mistress Lotta, may
piglet worship, adore, and pleasure your beautiful, exquisite bottom and
ravishingly luscious anus and rectum with his lips and tongue. Please, please,
sweet Mistress Lotta, piglet implores you to permit him to serve you in this
most cherished manner with all his slavish being." Or, "Darling Mistress Lotta,
piglet begs you from the depths of his servile soul, permit his adoring lips and
tongue to worship and give pleasure to your marvellous, magnificent breasts and
their glorious succulent nipples."
Then the slave would spend hour after hour serving whichever part of her anatomy
Mistress Lotta had presented. He loved these sessions with all his heart. He
was in heaven if he was under the massage table and was kissing Mistress Lotta's
massive breasts all over and suckling her stiff nipples with his adoring lips
and tongue. He was in a state of rapturous bliss, when he was allowed to kiss
the skin of her smooth buttocks and to lick the mighty mounds all over, and was
filled with immaculate elation if the velvet flap was loose and he was permitted
to kiss and tongue the tight ring of her anus for hour after hour. But his joy
and happiness was never so complete as when his face was being crushed between
her meaty thighs and her stunningly beautiful, steaming pussy was gushing into
his idolising mouth, and her luscious sex juices were streaming down his
ecstatically gulping throat.
When he was not busy with housework or meal preparation, or serving his
Mistress, the slave spent hours studying texts devoted to methods of pleasuring
women orally, and practicing the techniques on a life sized replica of Mistress
Lotta which had been manufactured expressly for this purpose. The tomes he
studied so assiduously bore titles such as: "The Tongue and the Clitoris" an
instruction manual for visiting the most exquisite pleasure to a woman's
clitoris. Or "Advanced Methods of Tonguing Vagina", or "A Guide to Nipple
Sucking." and "Anal Rimming Techniques for Slaves" The slave learnt these
texts, and others like them, by heart over time, and was constantly searching
for new and more sensual ways to give his Mistress pleasures with his
increasingly talented lips and skilled tongue.
In the evenings, if Mistress Lotta was entertaining, the slave would serve the
group in any way commanded. If they went out the same would apply. If they
were having a quiet night at home, then the evenings would not differ much from
the days. When it was time to go to bed Mistress lotta would have the slave
undress her if this were required. Often she would have him suck her to orgasm
before she slept. Once she was asleep the slave would connect his chain to his
collar, set his alarm, and sleep on the mat at the base of her bed. Mistress
Lotta did not subject her slave to humiliation in the presence of others until
he had been with her for a month. This was not, as you may think, because she
did not wish too, but rather so that she could subject him to rigorous training,
and especially mental preparation form the trials to come, for she did not wish
to have him disgrace himself, and therefore embarrass her, before either her
peers or other slaves.
