A slave's Road-part 4
My mind was a thousand miles away as I sat on her balcony.
"Day dreaming?"
Her voice brought me out of my trance.
"Just enjoying the morning," I said.
"Stand up, let me see your freshly shaved body."
I stood, facing her. She cupped my balls. My dick started growing. She then
had me raise my arms, spread my legs, turn around and bend over. She looked
me over like a prized horse, occasionally feeling parts of my body.
"You'll do," she smiled.
I could tell she was pleased with me. She then sat down in the chair I was
just in. She was quite sweaty from her workout.
"Kneel down and remove my shoes."
I knelt down and untied her right shoe. I then pulled it off. A pungent odor
hit my nostrils. The odor was intoxicating. I repeated the procedure with her
left shoe.
"Now my socks, slave."
I slowly removed her socks. Her feet were so beautiful. Feminine, yet
strong. She raised her foot to my face, so the bottom was covering the
length of it. Once again the odor was intoxicating. It enslaved me. There
was nothing I wouldn't do or be for her. I also knew she understood this.
After all, this kind of power was the root of her sexuality. She absolutely
loved owning another human being. And I felt so fortunate to be that person.
"Worship," was all she said.
I started sucking her toes, licking in between them. I could actually feel
the tiny balls of sweat in my mouth. I swallowed them. I continued kissing
and licking her foot as if her pleasure was the only thing that mattered. I
felt like a schoolboy, wanting to impress her. I moved to her other foot,
worshipping it as I had the first. My desire must have struck a chord in
her. I noticed her breathing was getting heavier. She put both of her feet
on my shoulders, one on each side of my neck.
"Now remove my shorts and panties."
I did as she said. As soon as her white cotton panties left the tip of her
toes, she placed her feet on the ground and pulled my face into her crotch.
I kissed, licked, and sucked her pussy, finally zeroing in on her clit. She
was soon climaxing, holding my face tightly to her mound, almost smothering
me. She finally released her grip, letting me catch my breath. We just
relaxed in silence, with me still kneeling between her legs. She had
absolutely no thought of my horniness. After all, I was just her slave and I
truly had no desire to fuck her, but had an indescribable desire to serve her.
"Go and start my shower. I like it hot to the point of almost burning. After
you start it, kneel on the shower floor until I arrive."
"As you wish Mistress."
I started the shower and knelt on the floor as commanded. The shower was
easily twice the size of a standard one. There was a tiled bench in the rear
of it. There was a small white plastic hose with it's own faucet on the wall
next to the bench. I noticed a raised hinged lid on top of the bench, and a
hinged door on the bottom, flush with the floor. There was also a small door
in the sidewall, next to the hose. All the doors and lid were tiled. An
octagon window was above the bench. The sunlight streamed into the room,
making the water hitting the jade tile almost magical.
I heard the shower door open. Sheila stepped in, and looked down at me
smiling. "Are you ready to learn how to bathe me "
"Yes Ma'am."
"Everything you need is in that side door."
I opened the door and peered in. The compartment had the same width and
length of a medicine cabinet, only it was three or four times deeper. The
interior was completely tiled.
"Hand me the loofa, bath bar, shampoo and conditioner. You can sit on the
bench and watch me this time. Pay attention to what order I wash my body
parts, and how I wash them. The next time you will be expected to know the
procedure."
I sat on the bench and watched her starting with her face, working her way
down. She used the loofa on most of her body, but on her vagina she used her
hand. She also used her hand to reach up inside her ass. After she was
lathered up, she shampooed her hair. She then rinsed her hair, and put
conditioner on it. She rinsed the soap off the rest of her body while the
conditioner was soaking. Finally she rinsed off her hair. She then shut off the
shower.
"Any questions?"
"No Ms. Sheila."
"Good, then you can put everything away and clean the shower. You can use
the hose to reach everything."
"Yes Ma'am. Oh, I guess I do have one question."
"And what's that?" she smiled."
"What are the lid and door in the bench for?"
Her smile grew larger.
"We were going to save this until you were broken in a little more, but
seeing how well you're adapting to this lifestyle, I think you're ready for it
now."
She was still smiling, although somehow the moment grew serious. She then
lifted the lid up next to where I was sitting. I looked down. Under the
raised lid was a toilet seat. Looking further inside I saw that the area
below was lit up. There was probably a switch that activated when the lid
opened. The inside had four tiled walls extending slightly past the
dimensions of the seat. There was a large drain in the floor. The door that
was flush with the floor was directly underneath the seat.
"Cat got your tongue?" she said, still smiling.
I didn't say anything. I was shocked. Of course I had read, even fantasized
about golden showers, but had never imagined anything this elaborate.
"I'm sure you can guess what the bottom door is for."
Again I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. Could I really submit to
this extreme of a humiliation? Yes it had turned me on in the past to read
about some slave serving as his Mistress' toilet, but this was real....this
was me. Once again fantasy and reality were hitting me head on. Every time I
started to feel comfortable with my slavery, they would push me to a new
level. Then Sheila spoke softly, her full lips still smiling, and her eyes never
leaving mine.
"I told you Tom and I have been busy buying and constructing things just for
you. As soon as we found out from your ex that you were submissive, we kind
of went crazy. It's as if we were bringing in a new member to our family.
Tom did all of this himself. I'm sure glad you accepted our proposition. It
would be a shame not to use this, don't you think?"
"YYYes Ms. Sheila," I stuttered. I felt so foolish. I was so shocked, I
couldn't think straight. I didn't really know what to say. Her green eyes
pierced into mine, demanding my attention.
"Why don't you lay down, and put your head inside."
I just sat there, still dumbfounded. Sheila sensed I needed a little
persuasion. She put her hands on my shoulders and bent her face down about a
foot away from mine, her bare breast almost touching me. When she spoke, her
voice was low, calm, and very confident.
"For your benefit, I'll pretend you didn't hear me. However this time if you
don't move promptly, the whipping you received last night will seem like kids
play. Am I understood?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Then move!"
I immediately got down on the shower floor and swung the bottom door to the
side. There was also a second door behind it. This door was aluminum and had
an opening in the bottom, cut out in the shape of a half circle. The edge of
the half circle had rubber trim around it. I realized my head would not fit
through the opening. Sheila then flipped a lockable latch on top and slid
the door up on the two tracks secured in the tile. She then looked at me and
then the opening. Without a word spoken I lay down and put my head inside. I
then heard the aluminum door sliding back down and the latch being snapped
closed, trapping my head inside. Even though the door didn't touch my neck,
there was no way my head could come back out. I realized she could put a
small padlock on the latch making me a prisoner in her toilet. The shower
stall was long enough to let my body stretch out comfortably. The light
inside allowed me to see the entire top half of the toilet. It was an eerie
feeling. It was also having a profound effect on my cock. Sheila noticed
this also, as I felt her foot massaging it.
"My my, this is as hard as steel. I'm starting to wonder if you have any
limits."
She then removed her foot, and I heard her sitting down on the bench, next
to the toilet seat. I then saw her smiling face over the opening looking at
me as if I was a pet in her cage.
"How do you feel?"
"Scared, confused, and excited," I stammered.
"I can see you're excited. So what are you scared and confused about?"
"Different emotions, thoughts, and fears are soaring through me. Right now
everything is happening so fast, I need to stop and examine them."
She looked at me for a moment before speaking. "When you accepted our
proposition to be our slave, what did you think that meant?"
"To obey you." I knew as soon as I said that it sounded stupid.
"Listen John, I think you should know this. I didn't talk to Susan just the
one time. Since our first conversation, we have had several more. I know
everything you desire. I know you wanted her to give you a golden shower,
even though she wouldn't do it."
Nothing but silence. Sheila just smiled at me. I was totally embarrassed,
and she was totally enjoying it. Sheila knew all my feelings I had discussed
with my ex. I felt completely in her power.
"You might as well know this also John. Susan knows Tom and I are enslaving
you. In fact she is very interested in how our weekend went. I'm going to
give her a call later on today and fill her in on everything. I'll even turn
on the speakerphone and let you hear our conversation. You'd like that, wouldn't
you?"
I saw her eyes look at my hard-on and then back to me.
"I thought you might," she said without even waiting for my answer. "Scott,
her husband knows everything also. Tom and I even had them over for dinner.
We all had quite a bit to drink, and started talking.... about you of
course. The conversation was quite interesting John. It seems Susan told
Scott all about you before they were even married. Scott thinks you're the
perfect ex. Like he said, how could you get jealous over a whimp. We even
talked about loaning you out to them. You know, for a weekend or two. You
wouldn't mind would you?"
Once again I was speechless. I was hypnotized by her conversation.
"Of course you wouldn't," she answered for me. "Actually it wouldn't matter
anyway, would it slave?"
It was as if her conversation had totally changed my mood. No longer was I
confused. She had put me in such a state of submissive horniness that I
would now do anything without hesitation. And to think it was all done with
"just" words. God, she knew me better than I knew myself. I answered her with
enthusiasm.
"No Mistress. It wouldn't make any difference. Although I would serve them
well to make you proud of me. And if you need to use me now for your
personal needs, I will be happy to be of service to you."
Her smile grew and her eyes seemed to soften. I knew she liked my answer.
"Actually I want Tom to be here the first time. Who knows he might want to
relieve himself too. You can get out of there for now, and quickly clean the
shower. When you're done with that, grab a clean towel and meet me in the
dressing room where you're going to learn how to take care of some more of
my personal needs, only not quite this personal," she laughed.
She then raised the aluminum door and let me out. With that she turned and
walked out. I wiped down the shower in about two minutes, took a towel out
of the linen closet and went into the dressing room. Sheila was sitting on the
edge of the leather chaise.
"You can start drying my feet and work your way up."
I knelt before her and lifted her left foot. I started at her sole, patting
it dry, softly moving the towel between her toes, and working my way up her
ankles and muscular calves. I then massaged the towel behind her knees,
rubbing up her firm thighs. When I reached her mound I softly patted it dry.
I then started on her right foot and worked my way up again. She then stood
up and turned around so her beautiful ass was right in front of my face. I
patted her ass dry and started up her back. She turned her head and looked at me
over her shoulder.
"You know, I can't remember if I washed my crack or not. Why don't you make sure
it's clean John."
With this she spread her cheeks apart with her hands. I looked inside at her
small pink anus.
"It looks clean to me Mistress."
"Looking clean is not good enough, get your tongue up there and make sure it's
clean."
I nuzzled my mouth and nose in between her buns. I then started my tongue at
the bottom of her crack and licked all the way up to the top. I repeated
this three times. I loved her ass. I could worship it forever. I wanted to
penetrate her anus, but didn't know if she wanted me to. Her next words left no
doubt.
"Go ahead and clean my hole too, John. After all, that is the source of its
uncleanness."
With that she spread her cheeks even wider and I pointed my tongue just
inside the entrance and started licking her anal walls. She started moaning
immediately. I plunged deeper and deeper.
"Oh John, this feels unbelievable. I love having my ass reamed. This isn't
one of Tom's favorite things. In fact I can't remember the last time he did it.
I'm getting soo hot."
All of the sudden she stepped away and pointed to the chaise.
"Lay here on your back. I'll be back in a minute."
She walked through the closet and into the bedroom. She returned holding a
dildoe. She climbed over my face and spread her cheeks. She then sat full
weight on my face with her anus over my mouth. Her body was facing my feet.
I immediately started servicing her ass again. I soon heard the humming of
the dildoe. She was getting herself off while having her ass reamed at the
same time. She had such an appetite for sex. And I loved her using me every
bit as much as she did getting off. She had a huge orgasm several minutes
later. She then moved up a little so her pussy was over my mouth.
"Here slut, go ahead and clean this also."
I sucked and tongued out her thick orgasm. It tasted sweeter than honey. She
finally got off my face and sat next to me. She looked down at me and
smiled. She ran her first two fingers through her cream that covered my
face. She then stuck her fingers in my mouth. I sucked it off like it was my
first meal in a week. She continued to this without saying a word. Finally she
stood up.
"I know you're horny as hell, but this time you're going to have to suffer.
Part of being a slave is being denied pleasure. In fact pleasure for the
perfect slave should be the pleasure of its owner. Do you think that you
could ever get to that level of submission?
"With you as my owner Mistress, I think I can."
Sheila laughed at my answer. "Oh you do, do you? What if it was my pleasure
to let Tom use you at one of his poker games. No women. Just him and his
poker buddies. Would you receive pleasure from that?
I hesitated before answering. "I don't think so ma'am."
"So you still have a way to go, don't you?"
"I guess I do Mistress."
"Don't worry, I can already see you have the potential to be as close to
being the perfect slave as humanly possible."
"Thank you ma'am."
She then sat on the stool in front of the make up mirror.
"Come on over here and start learning how to do my hair, and make up. Then you
can dress me."
After doing her hair and make up per her instruction, we went into the
closet. She picked out a nice summery blue dress, with two thin straps that
would cross her bare shoulders. The dress would end just above her knees.
She got a pair of white silk panties and matching strapless bra. I dressed
her as ordered. I truly felt like her ladies maid. I then followed her to the
shoe rack.
Which pair do you think would look good?
After looking a while I chose a pair of white sandals with a three-inch
heel. The top of the shoe had thin leather straps criss-crossed down the
foot, stopping at the base of the toes. Only a single strap went around the
ankle. The heel and sole were very thin.
"You have very good taste John. Those were the ones I probably would have
chose myself. Now go ahead and put them on."
I knelt down, picked up the shoes and slipped them on her bare feet. The
white shoes on her tanned feet with her red toenails made me dizzy with
lust. I bent down and kissed her long plump toes passionately. She let me
worship them for a few minutes, and then stepped away.
"I'm going out to lunch with a good friend of mine. I'll be home when I'm
home. You'll find plenty to eat downstairs in the kitchen. After you eat, I
want you to mow and trim the grass. Everything you need is in the barn. When
that's done, come in and take a shower. Put on the black lace apron that
I'll leave on your bed. You can pick up and dust until I get home. Is everything
clear?"
"Yes ma'am, perfectly."
"Good. See you in a few hours then."
She then walked away with me lustily watching her. I stayed there gathering
my thoughts for about fifteen minutes. I wanted to jack off, but I didn't. I
heard her Mercedes pull out of the garage.
