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.

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."

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.

A SLAVE'S ROAD- Part 10

I showered and thoroughly scrubbed myself over and over. I washed my hair three
times. I made sure there was no sign or smell of the act that had just
transpired. Funny, it wasn't so much for me, but for them. I knew they wanted a
spotlessly clean slave when I returned. I dried off, brushed my hair, and
brushed my teeth with my finger and toothpaste. I then walked into the bedroom.
Sheila and Tom were lying naked on top of their huge bed, holding each other,
half watching the eleven o'clock news. They looked up at me when I entered. They
both were looking at me in a different way. I knew, as did they, that our
friendship was a very small part of our relationship now. My slavery was what
really mattered to them. Sheila spoke first.
"Kneel at the foot of the bed slave."
I did as ordered, kneeling, looking at the soles of their feet.
"I want you to thank us for the privilege of being our toilet," Sheila
commanded.
"Thank you Mistress and Master for allowing me to be your toilet. It was truly
an honor to receive your precious golden nectar."
"Now finalize your statement by kissing the bottom of our feet," she continued.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the bottom of both pairs of feet.
Kissing them softly and reverently.
"That was good slave. You have served us well tonight. I want you to get a good
night's sleep in the guestroom, as you will be quite busy tomorrow."
I didn't want to leave them. Even to sleep on the floor beside their bed would
be better than being separated from them. I was realizing how important they
were to me. They were becoming more and more instrumental to my self worth. I
wanted and needed their approval. I did not want to sound contrary to Sheila's
command so I softened and humbled my next statement as much as possible.
"Mistress and Master.....I uh...it would....well...."
Finally Sheila ended my babbling.
"Go ahead and say it. You have been a perfect slave tonight. You may speak your
mind."
"Thank you Mistress....I uh...you two have become very important to my
life....and tonight I went to a level of submission I never dreamed of
achieving. I would be so grateful to you if I could sleep in the same room. Even
on the floor, just to be close to you."
They both looked at me. They seemed to be touched at what I had said. Sheila
spoke again.
"You are really becoming quite dependent on us, aren't you John?"
It was more of a statement than a question. But, I knew she expected my
confirmation.
"Yes, more than I ever could have imagined ma'am."
Tom looked at his wife and spoke.
"My God Sheila, you have totally enslaved him in less than four days!"
"It has been a labor of love honey, I had no idea how easy it would be. He is
the perfect subject. His lifelong fantasies have been preparing him for this
time in his life. All I had to do was to recognize his weaknesses and exploit
them. Thanks to the luck of running into his ex wife that fateful day, we now
have ourselves a full fledged slave."
Sheila reached down and grabbed Tom's growing cock.
"You seem to like that idea hon," she smiled.
More and more," Tom answered. "The idea of having him at our beck and call all
the time......well, it is so damn sexy and powerful to me."
"Me too, me too," Sheila dreamily responded.
They were both obviously getting hot again. Tom now had a full hard-on, and I
could see Sheila was becoming wet.
"So," Sheila said. "We will allow you to spend the night with us. Of course
there will be a price to pay," She smiled.
"Anything you wish....anything," I pleaded.
"You are truly a slut John," Tom laughed.
"You know," Sheila said. "You never did finish giving Tom his blowjob."
"I know ma'am. About the time I got him really excited, you took over."
"But you generated so much cum in his balls, one orgasm is not going to be
enough. I mean look at him. He's as hard as a rock again."
With that she started stroking his cock, never letting her eyes leave mine.
"I know what you're thinking," she continued. "You're thinking that sucking his
cock isn't much of a price to pay for the privilege of sleeping in our room
tonight. Am I right?"
"Yes ma'am," I admitted.
"Well then, what do you think we should do about that?"
I thought for a few seconds trying to come up with something. I felt like a
third grader being asked a question I didn't know in front of the entire class.
The bedroom was so silent, I could hear the clock ticking. I know they both were
enjoying my discomfort. I finally just blurted out the only thing that came to
my mind.
"I thought...uhmm...that since I served you so well tonight....you know being
your toilet and all...uh...that perhaps you would accept that as the price I
...uh...I already paid.
"Oh John," she laughed heartily. "Is that the best you can come up with? Being
our toilet is servicing our bodily functions. That's just part of being a slave.
If you think that was a one-time thing, then you better think again. In fact, if
I have to pee tonight, and don't feel like getting out of bed....guess what? You
are going to attach those talented lips around my slit, and swallow every drop."
She paused for a few seconds after that statement. Letting what she had just
said sink in. It did. Fear and excitement were running rampantly through every
inch of my body. Her laughing green eyes studied me closely. She knew exactly
what I was feeling. She then spoke again.
"Since you can't come up with anything John, I guess I will have to deem out the
necessary sacrifice."
"As long as part of it includes taking care of this hard cock," Tom added.
"Don't worry about that," Sheila laughed. "I am sure our slave is looking
forward to that…aren't you slut?"
"Yes Mistress," I answered.
"Why don't you tell your Master how much you are looking forward to it," she
said to me.
She was still stroking Tom's cock. You could see the purple veins starting to
show. Pre cum was oozing from his pee hole. They both were smiling at me,
waiting for my response.
"Sir. I very much want to please you."
"You can do better than that," Tom answered. "I want to hear how much you enjoy
it. I want you to beg me for the privilege."
Oh man, this was tough. This man has been my best friend for most of my life. Up
until a few days ago, I had never had a sexual thought about him or Sheila. Now
he was commanding me to beg him to suck his cock. I opened my mouth, and the
words came out effortlessly. I even amazed myself.
"Please sir…I am begging you to let me please you orally. To lick and suck your
balls….and take every inch of your beautiful cock down my throat. To swirl my
obedient tongue around your head…bringing you to a glorious orgasm. Then of
course it would be the utmost honor to swallow your cum…and cleaning off any
residue left on you ."
They both smiled broadly.
"That was much better slut. Now I want you to crawl up here and start fulfilling
your promise."
I did as ordered. I crawled up onto the bed and squirmed my body from the foot
upward until my face was at his manhood. Sheila's hand was still on his cock.
With my face inches away, she pushed forward until it was touching my lips. I
started kissing and licking the head sensuously. I ran my tongue from the crack
of his ass, over the bottom of his balls, to the tip of his cock. I felt Tom's
pushing hands on the back of my head, his cock forcing my mouth open. I took it
all…no longer choking when it slid into my throat. I became so engrossed in
pleasing him, I barely noticed Sheila leaving the bed. Tom was moaning loudly,
enjoying my talented mouth. I knew he could cum anytime he wanted, but he so
enjoyed my submission, he was holding out for as long as he could. A few I felt
the bed move. Sheila was coming up behind me. She lay on my back and nuzzled her
lips into my ear. She kissed my ear lobe and ran her tongue inside. She then
whispered to me. Her voice was soft yet demanding.
"John. I want you to get on your knees, with your ass in the air. Do not take
your mouth or attention off Tom's cock."
I did as she ordered. I then felt her hand between my cheeks. She was spreading
something creamy and slick inside my crack, mostly concentrating on my hole. As
her hand disappeared, I felt it replaced by something large and fairly hard. Her
hands grabbed my hips and her body pushed forward. I now knew what price I was
going to pay. The large dildoe worked it's head into my orifice. It felt huge!
She was pushing slowly but steadily. Finally it went past the entrance of my
hole. I relaxed as much as possible. Sheila kept fucking me deeper. I felt every
inch of it as it work it's way up my chute. Finally her body was touching mine.
It was all the way in. I felt so full, like my entire insides were stretched to
the max. Now that is was in, Sheila started to pick up her rhythm. She was
fucking me relentlessly. Meanwhile Tom was slamming his cock in and out of my
mouth. Actually grabbing my hair and forcing my head down as his pelvis moved
up. I was growing dizzy with lust. Sheila's cock in my ass was feeling better
and better. I even loved the rough way Tom was fucking my face. I felt like such
a whore….and I loved it! The pace of both of them picked up faster and faster.
Their moaning grew louder. I could feel Tom's cock swell even more inside my
mouth. His grip tightened on my head as he held it firmly. His body trembled.
Then rope after rope of thick, warm cum splashed down my throat. He just kept
cumming. I swallowed it all…not missing a drop. After a couple of minutes, he
released his grip. His cock was shrinking inside my mouth, and soon he pulled
out. Now my senses were solely on Sheila's cock in my ass. She was stroking me
at a fever pitch. I had never felt the sensations I was feeling now. It felt
like an itch deep down inside was being erotically scratched. My cock was hard,
and my balls full. Her pumping and moaning kept intensifying. I knew she was on
the brink of orgasm. I could have cum easily myself, but I needed their
permission. She started almost screaming with lust. Her body was twitching on my
backside. And then it happened. Her climax was long and powerful. Finally she
slumped over, her body resting on me. After a few minutes of silence she pulled
out of me. Tom was looking on in awe. He had obviously enjoyed the show. Sheila
got off the bed and I laid over on my back. For the first time I saw what was
fucking me. It was at least eight inches of a flesh colored cock. It even had
it's own set of balls. Behind the balls was a soft plastic base that molded up
to her mound. Then another cock protruded from the other side into Sheila's
pussy. She pulled it out and held it out towards me.
"You were a marvelous fuck John. So tight. Now you can take this to the bathroom
and thoroughly clean it. Just leave it on the sink top, as you will be cleaning
this entire house tomorrow."
I did as she said. When I returned to the bedroom, the lights were out. Sheila,
hearing me come in, told me to curl up at the foot of the bed and go to sleep. I
was so horny, but I knew she had chosen to deny me my orgasm. As I lay on my
back, the sole of her foot came down and rested on my face. With my balls full
of cum and her wonderful scented foot on my face, I had trouble getting to
sleep. I could hear Tom lightly snoring, and Sheila's restful breathing. Finally
I dozed off into dreamland myself.

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.

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