A Slave's Road

Part 2

A SLAVE'S ROAD...PART 2

Sheila and Tom went inside the tent leaving me with my chores. I noticed as
soon as I committed myself, their attitudes changed immediately. I sensed an
aloofness in them, as if they were better than me. I was a nervous wreck. I
had never been so excited and scared in my life. I was dizzy with lust. I
soon had all the beer cans put away, made sure all the food was protected
from the raccoons, and put the fire out. I walked to the entrance flap of
the tent. I heard them talking and laughing inside. I tapped on the canvas door.

"Yes?" answered Tom.
"May I have permission to come in sir?"
I heard them talking to each other, but they kept their voices low enough
where I couldn't understand what they said. Sheila spoke next.

"We want you to get on your knees slave, and crawl in our tent. You will
come just inside the door and wait for further instructions."

I dropped to my knees. I then opened the flap and crawled in. The inside was
illuminated softly with a lantern. The tent was very spacious. You could
easily stand up in it. Of course, I didn't have to worry about that. A twin
size air mattress was centered against the back of the tent, laying
lengthwise from back to front. It was covered with a white sheet. Light blue
blankets were turned down about half way down the bed. Two large feather
pillows lay at the head. I noticed a single air mattress was laying at the
foot of their mattress. It had a sheet and blanket of it's own. The head
area was at the left foot of their mattress as you faced toward the end. It
had no pillow.

As I was taking all of this in, Tom and Sheila were smiling at me. Tom was
sitting in a lawn chair to the right of their bed. He had on a dark blue
terry cloth robe. I don't know what was underneath. His legs and feet were
bare. Sheila was standing to his right, between him and the mattress. She
had removed her jeans but still had on her red and black checked flannel
shirt. It wasn't buttoned at all. Through the opening of the shirt I could
see her breast were bare. I could also see she had on black bikini panties.
She had put a gold anklet on her left ankle. Her left hand was on her
husband's shoulder and her right hand was holding a collar and leash. She
looked positively beautiful. It was Sheila who spoke first.

"We want you completely naked slave. Fold your clothes and put them at the
foot of your bed. Then crawl over and kneel in front of us."

I did as she ordered without saying a word. I was now kneeling in front of
them. I could smell Sheila's perfume. It smelled faintly of an exotic
wildflower. Sheila spoke again.

"You're not what you really called well hung, are you? No matter, you won't
be using it much anyway. Tonight you are going to start getting used to the
smells and tastes of our bodies. You will only touch us when told to do so.
You will also wear this collar as a symbol of your submission."

Her voice wasn't stern. She wasn't yelling. She was even smiling when she
was talking to me. She was cool and confident. I found her so sexy. My dick
was starting to grow.

She stepped right in front of me. Her mound was no more than two inches from
my face. I could actually smell her excitement. She placed the collar around
my neck and fastened it. She then attached the leash. She patted my head.

"Your such a nice dog" she chuckled. "Do you know any tricks?" I was silent.
She suddenly jerked the leash....hard.

"Heel!" she commanded as she pulled me to her right.
I heeled by her side. She walked in front of me about six feet, the length
of the leash. She stood their smiling at me, feet slightly apart. Tom was
sitting comfortably in his chair, ankles crossed in front of him, and a
large smile across his face. He was truly enjoying this show. He had untied
his robe. He was playing with himself. His cock was rock hard. It was also
quite large. A good eight inches, and thick. He was much larger than me.

"Crawl!" Sheila pulled the leash toward her. I knelt right in front of her.
"Roll over on your back, dog." I laid on my back with my head at her feet.
"Your such an obedient little dog" she teased.

She then stepped over my face, and sat on the edge of the air mattress. I
was laying about two feet away. She had her knees bent so her heels were
touching the edge of the mattress. She then crossed her left leg over her
right. Her foot was swinging over my face. God, what a beautiful sight! Her
toes looked so long and plump. Her arch so high. The ankle bracelet was the
perfect touch. Her foot kept getting lower and lower. It was now an inch
above my face. I could smell it's aroma. The combination of her foot being
in her leather flats and tennies all evening gave off an earthy sexy smell.
It was intoxicating. She finally lowered her foot onto my face. The smell
and feel of her foot on my face was overwhelming. I never felt more
submissive in my life. She then spoke.

"I'm ready to see just how good your mouth is, slut. I want you to worship
my foot from heel to toe. If you do a good job, I'll let you do the other.
I started at her toes. Slowly and sensously sucking them, licking in between
them. I could taste and feel a little toe jam in my mouth. I savored it like
fine caviar. My passion kept growing. I was a madman inside, trying to stay
half way calm on the outside. I continued down her sole, nibbling gently
with my teeth at the ball of her foot, kissing her instep, sucking on her
heel. I noticed her breathing was growing quite heavy. This gave me a sense
of pride that I was pleasing her. I knew her spell was being wound very
secure around me.

"mmm," she groaned. "You were born to serve!"
She then uncrossed her leg, laid back on the mattress, and placed her other
foot on my face. Her left foot rested on my chest.

"Worship" was the only word she said.
I worshipped her other foot with as much or more passion than the first. She
was really turned on, moaning when my warm wet tongue snaked between her
toes, and lapped at her sole. I could smell that her pussy was getting more
excited. I glanced over at Tom. He was stroking his cock, obviously getting
off on my slavish actions. His eyes met mine and the corners of his mouth
turned up in a slight smile. I turned my attention back to worshipping his
wife's foot.

Then Tom got up and stepped above my chest, one leg on each side of me,
facing my head. He once again locked his eyes on mine. He then removed his
robe, and threw it on the chair. His huge dick seemed to have a life of it's
own, throbbing above me. He stroked it a few times never taking his eyes
away from mine. He then stepped over me and laid beside Sheila. They started
making out with incredible passion . Soon they were going at each other like
a couple of animals. I saw Sheila's shirt land on the floor beside me. I
just watched in awe as these two people made love. I could see Sheila's hand
grasping her panties while Tom was on top of her, fucking the hell out of
her. Their moans were growing louder and louder. You could tell they were
reaching their peak. Soon, they were both screaming, each having an
explosive orgasm.

It got very quiet. I could hear the crickets again outside the tent. Then I
heard them whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears. Sheila's voice
almost startled me.

"John?"
"Yes Mistress?"
"Lay on your back on the mattress at the foot of our bed."
"Yes maam."

I laid down as she instructed me to. I heard them whispering something, then
chuckling. The lantern was still burning. I heard someone get up. The foot
steps were coming towards me. Sheila was standing by the head of my
mattress. She looked down at me and smiled. She was naked, but holding her
black panties against her pussy.

"As I told you earlier John, you need to get used to the taste and smells of our
bodies."
She was rubbing her panties inside of her crotch.
"I can't think of a better way to get started than to taste my cum soaked
panties the rest of the night. Open your mouth."

I opened wide. She stepped above my face, and took the panties away. A glob
of cum fell out of her pussy and landed on the right side of my face.

"Oh. We can't waste that now, can we?"
She then scooped up most of the cum with her toes, and stuck them in my
mouth. It tasted salty.

" Make sure you get it all, John. I don't want sticky toes" she laughed.
Tom was sitting up in bed watching the entire show. His dick was already hard
again.
After I cleaned the cum completely off her foot, she then sat on my chest.
Her bare pussy was actually touching me. I felt honored. Her pussy was
beautiful, soft lips and a small triangle of reddish blonde pubic hair. It
had been perfectly trimmed. She told me to open my mouth again. She then
stuffed the soaked panties inside my mouth. I could immediately taste both
her and Tom's cum. At first it was so strong, but after their juices started
mixing with my saliva, and I started swallowing, it became more mellow.

"I want those to stay in there all night. Is that understood slave?"
I nodded my head yes.
"Good, and don't jack-off either." She patted my cheek a couple of times
with her hand. "Sleep well" she laughed. She then got up and instead of
walking around me she stepped on my chest on her way back to bed. I was so
horny, my balls were starting to hurt. Sheila stopped about half way up
their bed. She laid next to Tom, with her head at his crotch. She started
going down on him. She made sure I could see everything perfectly. She
turned and looked at me.

"Watch carefully, you may be next." she said.
Tom started moaning louder and louder. When he was ready to cum, she climbed
on top of him, and fucked the hell out of him. Once again, they both had
intense orgasms. Tom reached over and turned down the lantern.

"Good night slut," Tom said.
"Good night sir," I muffled through the panties.
Sheila and Tom fell asleep holding each other. I had a serious case of blue
balls. I couldn't help it. I stroked my dick a couple of times and came all
over the blanket. I soon drifted off to sleep.

I awoke with a foot in my face. Sheila was standing above me smiling down at
me. She had already freshened up and changed into a pair of jeans and a
T-shirt. She was still barefoot. Tom was putting his shoes on.

"Wake up sleepy head," she chirped. "You've got breakfast to cook."
She kicked the blanket off me. Her smile left her face and her eyes narrowed.
"What's this, John," she asked, pointing her foot to a wet spot in the blanket.
I took the panties out of my mouth. "I.......I couldn't help it," I
stuttered. "I was so horny I needed relief."

I had never seen Sheila mad before. I'm sure Tom and her had their
arguments, but she was always pleasant in front of me.

"Get on your knees, NOW!" she ordered.
I obeyed. She put her hand under my chin, forcing my face upward. She
lowered her face about a foot away from mine. When she spoke her voice was
low, almost a whisper.

"You've committed your first mistake. When I tell you to do something, you
do it. When I tell you not to do something, then don't do it."

"But my balls were".........
SMACK
She slapped my face with such force, I fell over. I couldn't believe she hit
me. By this time Tom was by her side, looking on. She rolled me on my back
with her foot. She was deceivingly strong. She put her foot on my chest and
leaned her weight on it. Her eyes narrowed again when she spoke.

"There are no excuses when you're a slave. This is not a damn game John. If
you're not serious about this commitment, then we'll end this relationship
right now. Am I understood?"

"Yes Mistress," I stammered.
"Then get your ass out there and cook our breakfast. We want scrambled eggs,
bacon, and coffee. We'll deal with your punishment later."

"Yes Maam."
She took her foot off me and walked away. I got dressed, went outside, and
started the fire. By the time they came out, the coffee was made and I was
just mixing the eggs. They bought out two lawn chairs and sat down in them.

"We'll take some coffee over here" demanded Tom.
"Yes sir," I replied. "Sugar or cream?"
"Black for both of us," Sheila said.
I served their coffee. She seemed like she was in a better mood. At least I
hoped so. I could still feel the sting in my cheek. I would have never
guessed she was so dominant. I actually feared her a little bit. Not that
she would lose control and injure me, but that she would totally break me
and really enslave me. But wasn't that what I wanted? Now that I could see
it could actually happen, it scared me. I was confused, and I sensed that's
exactly how she wanted me at this stage.

I served up two plates of eggs and bacon and served it to them. I then
walked back and started to fix myself a plate.

"What do you think you're doing?" asked Tom.
"Just getting something for myself, sir"
"We still haven't forgiven you for cumming without permission," Tom said.
"You can come over here and beg for scraps."

I walked over to them. I didn't know what they wanted me to do. Sheila let me
know real quick.
"On your knees slave," she said.
I kneeled before them. They sat there eating their breakfast as if I wasn't
there.
"I need someplace to put my coffee," Sheila said.
"Not a problem," Tom answered. "We can use our little slave here as a table.
Move between our chairs, and get on all fours."

I crawled around so I was facing the same direction as them. My back was
even with the chairs, my head extending out. Sheila put her coffee mug on my
back first.

"Oh! It's hot" I said.
"Here, let me see if I can even the heat out a little," Tom said. He then
put his mug on his side of my back. I tightened my jaws and with stood the
pain. They carried on once again as if I wasn't there. Sheila had on a pair
of flip flops, and was swinging her foot right in front of my face. She
obviously would use at every chance my weakness for her feet. God, she knew
just how to manipulate me. She was becoming a goddess in my eyes.

After Sheila was through eating, she got up and filled her plate with more
eggs and bacon. When she came back, she placed the plate on the ground in
front of my face. Tom removed his mug off my back. I could feel his hand on
the back of my head pushing my face toward the plate. He let go when I
started eating. Sheila was still standing in front of me. I watched out of
the corner of my eye as she slipped off her right thong. Her bare foot
raised up, and then I felt it's pressure on my neck. She pushed hard,
grinding my face in the food. "Eat hardy" she laughed.

I ate everything on the plate, even licking it clean when I was through. I
then cleaned up the mess while Tom and Sheila got the boat ready. When
everything was ready, we trailered the boat down to the ramp.

A Ranger bass boat is the Rolls Royce of bass boats. This boat was huge. It
was 20' long and had a 9' beam. The two fishing seats were front and rear on
elevated decks. Large storage spaces were under the decks. The middle area
was sunken, with luxurious seating that curved around one side. It had
enough electronics on it to navigate the space shuttle. Tom and Sheila were
serious when it came to bass fishing, however this trip it was second fiddle
to my training. It was already 10:00 AM. Normally these two would be on the
water at daybreak. Tom launched the boat in the water, and parked the van.
Sheila and I waited in the boat at the dock. While Tom was walking down to
us, Sheila took off her jeans and T-shirt. She was wearing a black thong
bikini. Her breast were spilling out of her top, while the bottom was just a
string up the crack of her ass, around her hips, and a patch of material
barely covering her mound. Her ass was beautiful. It wasn't skinny. It was
what I call a woman's ass, creamy smooth, rounded, and firm. There was also
no tan lines, not even behind the strings. She pulled out some suntan lotion
and handed it to me.

"Here, make yourself useful," she smiled.
As I was putting the lotion on we started to chit chat. It was almost like
old times, before I was their slave. Her voice was friendly and she was smiling.
"So," she said "I haven't heard you use the code word yet, so I assume
you're handling your servitude all right."

"To be honest, I haven't even thought about it. I can't imagine anything
that I wouldn't do for you two."

"Oh," she laughed. "We haven't even started yet. But I appreciate your
attitude. Even after you accepted our offer, we had doubts if you were truly
submissive enough. In fact, we still do. That's why we're really putting you
to the test this weekend. If you can't handle this weekend, then there's no
use to continue this relationship."

"What if I pass your test with flying colors?" I asked.
She looked right to my soul again with those big, green eyes. She paused a
couple of seconds as if to bring importance to her next statement.

"Then the real slavery begins. We have long range plans for you John. This
isn't some weekend fantasy for us. Tom and I have been looking for someone
like you for almost two years. So if you're for real, you'll be a very
important part of our life, like an extension of our little family. Even
though you'll be used and abused, we'll still love you in a special way.
Does that make sense to you?"

It's as if what she said, was what I had always craved, but could never
quite see it that clearly, until now. As strange as it sounds to most
"normal" people, I know I could never be happy, for long anyway, in a
relationship where I wasn't a slave. But, like everyone else I also have
basic needs of being loved and needed. My submissivenes is a part of me that
goes back as far as my memory, long before I knew that sex even existed. It
seemed she intuitively knew this. My intuition was telling me that she had
always had dominant sexual feelings. Maybe they were dormant for part of her
life, but this came to natural for her to just be acting from text. By the
time my mind processed what she had said, it was too late to really respond.
Her smile told me I didn't have to.

As I finished rubbing her lotion on, Tom finally arrived from parking the
van. He sat in the driver's seat, Sheila next to him, and I along the side
seat. We idled out of the ramp area, then Tom put the gas to the 200 horse
Yamaha. In no time at all we were cruising at 50 M.P.H.

Patoka reservoir was the biggest body of water in Indiana. It was almost
20,000 surface acres. You could fish parts of it, where you wouldn't see
another boat all day. It was located in the southern part of the state,
which is all hills and trees. The closest town is French Lick. No, I am not
making this up. French Lick is known for two things. During the 1920's and
30's it used to be the resort getaway for the Mafia kingpins. Al Capone had
a luxurious hotel built here. They had natural sulfur springs that everyone
back then thought was therapeutic. The hotel actually had these sulfur baths
that the guest paid big bucks to soak in. The second thing French Lick is
known for is it is the home of Larry Bird.

Anyway, enough of French Lick history. We went about eight to ten miles up
the lake, and turned in a large bay. There were a few boats fishing the
mouth, but after we went in a little, we were alone. Tom pulled the boat
about twenty feet from a wooded bank. He turned off the outboard, moved to
the front fishing seat, and started using the electric trolling motor to
slowly fish parallel to the bank. Sheila sat in the rear fishing seat, and
started casting. I grabbed a rod and started to fish standing up from the
middle.

"John," Sheila said. "You won't be fishing today. You'll be too busy taking care
of us."
"As a matter of fact, I could use a coke," Tom said.
I put the rod down, and went to the cooler to get Tom a coke. Meanwhile, he
stripped off his jeans and T-shirt to reveal red swim trunks. They were the
long style that ended about six inches above his knees. Tom and Sheila
already had good tans this year. Sheila's wasn't real dark, just enough
color to give her that healthy outdoorsy look. Tom was always dark in the
summer, even in the winter his skin was an olive color. I handed Tom the
coke, and asked Sheila if she wanted anything.

"Not now," she said. "But aren't you getting a little warm in those jeans?"
"I'm fine, maam" I answered. "Besides I didn't bring my swim trunks anyway."
"That's not a problem," she responded. "I'll get you a pair out of the storage."
"That's not necessary maam."
"I insist" she smiled.

Sheila went to the storage and grabbed some clothing. She then turned
around, and tossed it at me. I was holding a pair of a woman's pink bikini
bottoms. My face felt like it turned the same color as the bikini.

"Strip," Sheila teased, "and put them on."
I looked around and saw no one. I took off everything, and put on the
bottoms. They were tight, but I managed to get them on. They barely covered my
dick.

"Turn around, we want to see how cute you look," Sheila smiled.
I did as she asked. I noticed Tom had quit fishing and was enjoying the show.
"Nice ass," she said. "But something is missing."
She had a mischievous smile on her face. She returned to the storage
compartment, and tossed me another piece of clothing. It was the matching
top. I was mortified beyond belief.

"Put it on," Sheila demanded.
I hesitated. I couldn't help it. It was so humiliating.
"NOW!" she commanded.
I obeyed. She walked behind me and tied the back. She then made me walk in
front of her and Tom like some kind of model.

"Swing those hips a little," Tom ordered.
I started swinging my hips and acting more feminine. They were both smiling,
but not laughing. I could tell it was turning them on.

"Our own little sissy slut," Sheila mused.
"Gets me hot just thinking about it," Tom answered back.
"Just a couple more accessories to make him perfect." Sheila said.
She then reached for her purse and took out a pair of large dangling, gold
earrings. She clipped them to my ears.

"We're going to have to get those pierced eventually," she said.
She then went back to the storage and got the dog collar and leash I wore
the night before. She attached it to my neck, and snapped on the leash.

"The final touch," she smiled.
I am not a transvestite. I have never had a desire to go home by myself and
get dressed up. But, the humiliation of being forced to dress and act like
their slut had a very profound effect on me. My dick was so hard, the head
was poking out the top of my bikini.

"My my," Sheila teased, as she massaged my hard-on. "I do believe he enjoys
this."
"Sure seems that way. You know what Sheila, I think when he's wearing
feminine attire, he should have a feminine name," Tom smiled.

"Good idea, hon. Something similar to his real name. I've go it. How about
Joanie?"
"Perfect," Tom said. "I got my first blow job by a girl named Joanie."
"I'm sure this Joanie will be much better." Sheila laughed.

"I'm getting so damn hot thinking about all the possibilities," Tom said.
"And just think, if everything goes right, he's, or should I say she's ours
anytime we want. At our beck and call 24 hours a day. Do you think you can
handle that.....Joanie," he asked.

Sheila was still rubbing my dick, feeling it grow more, knowing that I was
turned on every bit as much as they were.

"Yes sir," I answered. "I'll always look forward to serving the two of you
anytime you wish."
"We'll see," Sheila smiled. "Tom, let's head on back to our special spot."
"John, I mean Joanie," Tom said. "You can drive the boat while I spend some
time with my beautiful wife."

"Yes sir"
I got behind the steering console and idled further back into the bay.
Sheila and Tom sat in the long seat running along the side. Sheila was in
the corner, holding the leash, while Tom was seated on her left. They
started passionately making out. Sheila pulled down Tom's trunks and he
kicked them off. He was totally aroused. Sheila was stroking his dick while
they were kissing. After idling a couple of miles back, they finally separated.

"Pull over there under that big oak tree and anchor the boat," Tom said.
I did as instructed. It was a perfect spot. This far back the bay was more
like a wide creek in the middle of a hilly forest. The trees were so thick,
the sun was almost completely blocked out. Sheila stripped out of her suit,
and they the resumed making out. I felt like a voyeur. Sheila then tugged on
my leash. She pulled me in front of her, reached behind my head and forced
my face to her crotch. This was all done without missing a beat with Tom.
Their seat was less than a foot off the floor, so I was half kneeling and
half laying.

Her pussy tasted like honey. God, she was creaming so much, and I was
lapping it all up. I started kissing and nibbling the outside of her mound.
I then moved into her crack, slowly licking from the crack of her ass to the
top of her cunt. I eventually started to zero in on her clit. It was like a
miniature dick. I was gently sucking, nibbling, and licking it. I could stay
down here forever. After about fifteen minutes, she exploded into an orgasm.
I kept right on eating her. I was so into serving her, her voice startled me.

"Look at him Tom, he truly loves this."
She then pulled my head up and looked into my eyes. She had a serious look.
I sensed my life was about to take another leap down the road to slavery.
When she spoke, her voice was soft and strong at the same time.

"I think it's time you start learning how to serve the other half. Do you
think you're ready?"

"As I told you before Mistress, I have never been with a man. But not only
will I do as commanded, I will look on it as a privilege."

"I won't be too hard on you the first time," Tom said.
Sheila handed Tom the leash. He pulled me over so I was kneeling in front of
him. His cock was about half hard and dripping with pre-cum. He looked into
my eyes and spoke.

"When you're serving me sexually, sir won't be good enough. I want to be
addressed as Master. Am I understood?"

"Yes Master," I said.
"Good," he smiled. "Now that we've got that straight, we can begin your
lesson. You obviously know what feels good to yourself, so that will be a
good place to start with me. You know, licking the underside of my balls,
sucking my balls, licking my head, and of course deep throating me. The last
part might take a little practice, but you'll get the hang of it after
you've choked a few times."

Talk about butterflies in your stomach, I was scared shitless. It's just
that I never had even fantasized about another man, and here I was about to
suck the dick of my best friend. Sheila sensed my apprehension.

"Don't worry Joanie," she said. "The first time is the hardest, and I'll
guide you the whole way."

Her voice sounded like a concerned friend instead of a Mistress, until you
realized of course she was still referring to me as their feminine slut, and
was telling me to go down on her husband. She could make anything sound
acceptable to me.

"Why don't you first lick the pre-cum, and get used to the taste," she said.
I froze. I was so nervous I couldn't move. Sheila reached over and put her
hand behind my neck. She gently but firmly pushed my face down to Tom's dick.

"Go ahead and lick it, slut," she cooed.
I opened my mouth and started sucking the pre-cum off. I had about half his
dick in my mouth, while I was swirling my tongue around it's head. I felt
him grow inside my mouth. What a strange feeling. I couldn't believe I was
really doing this. The taste was a little salty, but not revolting at all.
Sheila increased the pressure on my head.

"Come on, Joanie," she said. "You can take more than that."
Tom was fully aroused now, and I had most of his cock in my mouth. I could
feel it working it's way into my throat. Sheila pushed harder, and I started
to choke a little. She eased up.

"Just relax your throat, and it will go down," she said.
I followed her advice and got his cock all the way down. Once I was
swallowing all of it, she let go of my head. Then Tom put both hands on the
back of my head and started fucking my mouth like a pussy. Sheila was in her
own world of lust, looking on, while playing with herself.

"He's such a natural," Tom moaned. But then he pushed my head away. "Lay on
your back slut, right under my cock." I did as he said. He was sitting on
the edge of the seat and his balls were laying on my face. Sheila got up and
stood over my body. I felt her foot on my dick. I had never been harder.

"Look's like he's enjoying this as much as us," Sheila teased. She then
walked up above my chest. She put her foot on Tom's dick and pushed down
until his balls were over my mouth. "Suck them, Joanie," she smiled.

I sucked for all I was worth. Tom started moaning, I knew he was close to
cumming. Between her massaging his dick and me sucking his balls, I don't
see how he lasted this long. Sheila stepped up and sat on Tom's dick, her
legs dangling over the side of the boat. Both crotches were on my face.

"I'm going to fuck you silly hon., while our slut tongues both of us. Do you
hear me, slave?" she asked.

I some how muffled an affirmative. They started a slow grinding fuck. I was
alternately sucking his balls and licking her pussy as Tom's dick pumped in
and out. Their moans became louder and their fucking faster. I knew they
were close. Then they were both screaming in ecstasy. I felt Tom's cum shoot
up in Sheila's cunt. They both just lay there on my face, recouping from
their intense orgasms. Tom's dick finally plopped out of Sheila's pussy. His
cum started oozing over my face.

"Looks like Joanie has got a mess to clean up" Sheila laughed. She then
placed her pussy right over my mouth. "I want every drop licked up and
swallowed."

"And when you're finished with her, you can clean me off," Tom added.
I sucked every drop out of her pussy, and then licked the outside clean. She
then got off of me and sat next to Tom. Tom tugged the leash so my face was
level with his cock.

"Clean it," he smiled.
"As you wish Master Tom," I said. I then sucked and licked his cock clean.
"My balls still feel sticky slave. Put them in your mouth and suck them clean."
"Yes Master." I took one ball at a time and sucked it clean. I even licked
and sucked the underside, going to the edge of his crack.

"You truly love to serve, don't you?" Tom asked.
"More than anything in this world." I answered back.
"All this time," Sheila said, "we've been looking for the perfect slave.
Someone intelligent, real, normal, and attractive. And you've been under our
nose the whole time. Why haven't you ever mentioned your sexual desires to
us before?"

"It's not something you talk about with other people Mistress. Ninety nine
out of a hundred would think you are some kind of pervert, possibly even
dangerous. I never imagined that you two would even know about this
lifestyle, let alone be active in it."

"Can you handle the idea of your best friends owning you?" Tom asked.
"In any relationship," I said, "trust is the glue that holds everything
together. In this type of relationship, it is even more important. I can't
think of anyone else who I trust more than you two. Even though I never
thought of you in a sexual way, now that I know that you are both into this
lifestyle, I couldn't think of anyone else I would rather serve."

"I think were just starting to open up a whole new world for all of us,"
Sheila said. "I'm already thinking of all kinds of things we're going to be
using you for down the road."

"A penny for your thoughts." I said.
She then put her foot on my cock and said "All in good time my little pet.
Besides, we've got to punish you for your misdeed last night."

"I thought you might have forgiven me, since it was my first offense."
"Not a chance. Just because you want to be our slave, doesn't mean your
perfect. We're going to train you to be just the way we want, which may or
may not be part of your fantasies."

"I understand.