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A Slave's Road

Part 5

A slave's road - part 5

I went downstairs to my bedroom, put on a pair of shorts and my tennies. I
noticed the apron she had laid out on the bed. It was very feminine, and
sexy. I went into the kitchen and had a bowl of cereal and bananas. I drank
a cup of coffee, and made my way outside to the barn. I left my shirt off to
improve my tan. The barn was part of the original farm. It was pretty small
as far as farm barns go. It probably housed only a few horses and milk cows
in its day. The cedar flats were old and weathered, but still in good shape.
There were two oak support poles from the ground to the roof. There were six
stalls where they used to keep the animals. I noticed a couple of stalls had
fresh hay in them. The rest of the floor was dirt. I found the lawn mower
and all the accessories in the first stall. The mower was a rider. Leave it
to Tom and Sheila to go first class. The engine started with the first turn
of the key. It only took me a little over two hours to cut the grass, trim,
and edge and sweep the walkway. I was really enjoying myself. Even though
they were both out, I still felt under their control. I knew I was becoming
more and more under their power.

After I put all the equipment back, I went back in the house. I showered and
shaved as Sheila instructed. I also massaged some body lotion in. I truly
felt sexy, in a slutty type of way. I wanted my owners to find me
attractive, and I would do everything possible to fulfill their desires. I
reached for the apron on the bed. It felt so soft. I'm sure it was silk. It
was black, but also transparent. The border was ruffled. I tied it to
myself. My backside was completely exposed, except for the narrow ties
around my waist. In the front, the bottom hem only came down to my mid
thigh. I looked at myself in the full mirror on the bathroom door. I was
pleased. With my smooth skin and tan body, I looked like a whore ready for
easy pickings. My firm, white ass contrast to the rest of my body seemed to
further exploit my subservience. I never had thoughts like this about
myself. This must be how a woman getting ready for a hot date feels. I even
used a little perfume I found in the bathroom. It smelled flowery and sexy.

After I primped a little more in the mirror, I went out into the kitchen. I
cleared the breakfast dishes out of the sink, and put them in the
dishwasher. I wiped down all the countertops, and table. I then went out to
the family room and started dusting. This room was really comfortable. The
massive fireplace was the center attraction. Two leather couches, facing
each other, ran lengthwise from the fireplace. At the other end of the
couches was a matching loveseat. Of course the tables, lamps, and artwork
were a perfect fit. Everything together created an intimate conversation
area. As I was dusting the mantel over the fireplace, I heard the back door
open. I kept on with my duties, assuming it was Sheila returning from her
lunch date. I was totally shocked when I heard an unfamiliar voice.

"Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes."
I slowly turned around facing the woman standing in the doorway. I had
briefly met her before at one of Tom and Sheila's parties. Her name was
Linda. She was what I call a big beautiful woman. She was probably 5'11"
tall, and weighed about one hundred and seventy pounds. She had coal black
hair, soft with big curls, cut short in a stylish fashion. Her complexion
was light and like porcelain doll. She was very pretty. Even though she was
large, she was firm and proportionate. But the most distinctive part of her
was her eyes. They were the most beautiful baby blues I had ever seen. They
were smiling and piercing at the same time.

Once again she spoke. "Hi, I'm Linda. Sheila and I left the restaurant at
the same time, but she must of hit a few more red lights than I did." Then
she smiled, showing perfect white teeth. "She's been telling me all about you,
John."

I didn't know what to say. I was embarrassed beyond belief. Linda walked
over and sat down on the couch. She crossed her long powerful legs. She was
wearing a turquoise blue business suit with a white blouse. Her skirt came
well above her knees when she was sitting down. She had on dark hose with
three inch black pumps. She slowly swung her leg as she watched me. I
noticed her shoe was dangling on her toes.

I finally found my voice and spoke. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Some ice tea would be nice."
"I'll get you some then. Please forgive me if it takes a while. I'm not
familiar where everything is in the kitchen."

"I'll think about it," she smiled.
She read the perplexed look on my face. "Think about forgiving you John."
"Oh," was all I could say.
As I made my way into the kitchen, I could feel her eyes on me. I wondered
just how much Sheila had revealed about me. Since she didn't seem shocked
about my appearance, I assumed she had told her everything. I lucked out and
found almost a full pitcher of ice tea in the fridge. I poured a glass on
the rocks and made my way back in the family room. As I approached her I
noticed her heel had dropped to the floor. Her feet were quite large. Not
only were they long but they were very wide. Her toes were strong looking. I
could see her nails through the black hose. They were painted scarlet. I
handed her the glass of tea, trying not to be too obvious about looking at
her feet. She smiled and took the glass. Just as I was about to turn away, she
spoke.

"John, would you be a dear and replace my shoe on my foot?"
I had no doubt now that Sheila had told her everything. That this scenario
was set up. Even with that knowledge though, I was still a fly in her web. I
could no more resist her temptation than a bee could resist honey. I knelt
down and picked up her heel. Her eyes met mine and she raised her foot just
a few inches away from my face. The scent of her foot infiltrated my sense
of smell. It was earthy and sweet. My dick started to grow uncontrollably. I
held her foot with one hand. It was warm and a little moist. I put the shoe
on her foot with my other hand. Before I could get off of my knees, Sheila
walked into the room.

"I see you're making yourself at home Linda," Sheila laughed.
"Where do you find such good help?" Linda joked back.
"Not only is he good, he's so cheap. Isn't that right slut?"
"Yes." I said softly.
"Yes what, slut."
"Yes Mistress Sheila," I answered.
"My my," Linda said. "He's so well trained."
"He still has a long way to go, but he's coming along quickly," Sheila smiled.
Sheila walked over and sat down on the loveseat next to Linda's place on the
end of the couch. An oak end table separated the two pieces of furniture. I
was still kneeling on all fours by Linda's feet. I noticed she was dangling
her shoe again. This time it was only inches from my face. I couldn't help
it. I was hypnotized by her swinging shoe, watching her balance it on the
tip of her toes. Getting glimpses of the bottom of her foot when she
casually flipped the shoe forward, then looking at the soiled bottom of her
shoe when it came back. While this was going on, the two women kept talking
as if I wasn't there. I knew they were talking about me, but their voices
seemed far away. All of the sudden Linda's shoe was tapping on my face.

"John!" I heard Linda's loud voice being directed at me.
I came out of my trance and answered her. "Yes ma'am?"
"Your Mistress would also like a glass of ice tea, and while you're at it
you can refill mine." I looked up at Sheila. She was smirking at me. She had
obviously told me to get her a glass, but I was so preoccupied with Linda's
swinging shoe I didn't hear it.

"John, you are such a spacehead sometimes. Put a foot in front of your face
and your brain turns into putty. You are going to be so easy to train."
"I'm getting a little jealous," Linda said half jokingly. "I think I would
really enjoy having a slave. If they are as obedient as John, then I know I
would love it."
"The whole key is finding someone who is naturally submissive. I honestly
believe people are born sexually submissive," Sheila responded.

As the two women carried on their conversation, I went into the kitchen to
fetch their drinks. When I returned, I placed the drinks down on the end
table for them. They were still talking about slaves. Linda looked at me with a
twinkle in her eye.

"Sheila tells me after she has you completely trained she is going to use you at
our swing parties."
I hadn't realized that Linda was part of the special group. I didn't know what
to say, so I said nothing.
"At the rate you're going John, you might be broken by the end of this
week," Sheila said. "You have a long way to go, but you are going to be our
slave for six more days, twenty four hours a day. After what we plan to put
you through, you will be our chattel. And Linda, if you are really
interested in a slave, you can try out John for a weekend."

"I'm definitely going to take you up on that. I know Jeff, my husband, would
want a slave, but he might prefer a female."

"After he has his cock sucked by John, he might change his mind," Sheila
laughed.
"Really? So he's a good cocksucker, is he?
"He sucked his first cock just this last weekend. Tom says he's one of the
best he's ever had. You have to remember that he loves being a slave. When
he sucks cock or eats pussy or even gives a foot massage, it goes past the
ordinary. He doesn't just go through the actions, he really worships you.
You can feel the difference, believe me."

"I'm getting hot just thinking about it," Linda responded. "I know Jeff and
I will put him through his paces. When we do borrow him, will we have your
permission to punish him if it is necessary?"

"And when it's not necessary," Sheila laughed. "Punishing a slave, even when
he hasn't really done anything wrong keeps them on edge, more submissive. It
let's them know they are owned by you. They want to feel owned. Plus, I'm
finding out there is another benefit."

"And what's that?" Linda asked dreamily.
"I'm finding out that it makes me very hot. I didn't really expect that.
It's such a power trip. To see the welts appear on him, hear him cry for
mercy, and then afterwards watch his passion reach almost a frenzy pitch. At
that point there is a magical, even spiritual bond between Mistress and slave."
Sheila's words were really getting to me. Not just my cock, but my heart as
well.

"You make it sound so romantic, Sheila", Linda said.
"It is very romantic. You have to remember when you own someone, you have to
love them. It's not the same type of love as with your husband, but a
special love just the same. I am responsible for his well being. When he
becomes ill, I will have to take care of him. He is our property, a living
property. Yes, we will love using and abusing him, but remember that is what
he also craves more than anything else in this world. We are truly lucky to
have found out that one of our best friends, who we know is trustworthy,
intelligent, and sincere is also submissive."

At this point I knelt down at Sheila's feet and looked her in the eye. "It
is I who is lucky Mistress. I have always dreamed of being a slave, but
never really expected that dream to come true. Not only has it come true,
but has surpassed any dream or fantasy I have ever had."

Sheila looked down and smiled at my kneeling form. "If you can tell me that
at the end of this week my slave, then I will know that we will have as
close to a perfect Mistress/slave relationship as possible. But remember,
the week is just starting." She then turned her attention back to Linda.
"Linda, how would you like to use John as our throw rug?"

"Mmm..I thought you'd never ask."
"Slave! On your back with your head towards Linda."
I obeyed, lying on my back with my face in front of Linda's seat and my body
stretched toward Sheila's. Linda wasted no time in placing her left-heeled
foot on my chest. She then crossed her right leg over and once again started
swinging her leg, dangling her shoe on the tips of her toes. Only this time
I was looking at it from a worm's view. I then felt Sheila's feet resting on
my body. One was on my thigh, the other on my crotch. She had still not
removed her heels either. The weight of both pairs of feet on me would
normally have been painful, but I was in such a state of lust I didn't care.
Linda's swinging shoe kept getting lower and lower. Soon the slim heel was
slapping my cheek. She then looked down at me and started to press her heel
in between my lips. She then spoke.

"Open up slave, I want you to suck this heel as if you would my husband's cock."
I let the heel enter my mouth. I then started sucking on its tip as
sensuously as I could. Then taking more and more of it in, until the sole of
her shoe was resting on my face. I was sucking her heel like a total slut. I
could also feel Sheila's heel grinding into my crotch. There was some pain
there but it only fed the flames of my lust even more.

"My my, he is an enthusiastic little slut isn't he? I'm sure Jeff would be
squirming in his seat with this kind of action on his cock."

"You can't imagine how devoted his mouth is. Go ahead and let him work on
your feet for awhile. You will be swooning in minutes."

With that said, Linda let her shoe fall off her foot, hitting my face and
tumbling to the floor. Once again I was mesmerized as I looked up at the
sole of her now shoeless foot, taking in all of its earthy aroma. She
pointed her nylon-covered toes towards my lips, gently prying them open. I
responded with total submission, sucking her big toe into my wet warm mouth.
Gently sucking it, running my tongue on its bottom. Letting it out of my
mouth only to shower the entire bottom of her foot with soft kisses. Then
starting with her little toe and individually sucking each toe back to her
big one again. I could hear her moans from above. I knew I was pleasing her.

"Oh Sheila.....this is heaven! I am getting so turned on!"
"He can take care of that problem also," Sheila said.
"I'm afraid he might have to. I don't think I could drive home in this state,"
Linda said laughingly.
"Why don't you get more comfortable, and I will get his collar and leash for
you.
"I'm going to have to. Do you want me to use him right here on the couch?"
"Why not, it's just the three of us. Besides, I'm interested in watching him
with another woman. Plus it will broaden his horizons as a slave. For him to
be loaned to you at the spur of a moment surely has to impress on him just
how much of a slave he is becoming."

Linda stood up and looked at me lying helplessly at her feet. She kicked her
other shoe off and ordered me to kneel before her. I obeyed. Sheila had walked
out of the room.

"I want you to take off my dress, and then my pantyhose."
"Yes ma'am." I obediently started unfastening her dress, then slipping it
down and off. I then slipped my thumbs inside the elastic waistband of her
pantyhose and started sliding them down. I noticed she had on black silk
panties. Her thighs and calves were large, but very firm and shapely. She
sat back down when the hose were at her ankles. I then pulled them the rest
of the way off. Her feet were even more beautiful bare. They were so creamy
and soft. I kept looking down at them not knowing really what to do next. I
then felt her hand pushing the back of my head down on them. I passionately
started worshipping her feet, licking in between her toes, collecting the
day's soil from them and of course swallowing it. She just looked down at me
in silence. I really think she was in awe of my subservience to her. I'm
sure the first time a woman feels the power of using a slave, it is a very
special moment. I continued worshipping her feet for several more minutes. I
then heard Sheila came back into the room.

"I hope he is treating you well," she said cheerily. Sheila had kicked off
her heels, and was still wearing her summery dress. I noticed she had the
leash and collar. She sat back down and presented her right foot in front of my
face.

"See what I bought today slave?"
I looked at the jade toe ring on her second toe. It looked so sexy.
"It is beautiful Mistress. You have such good taste." I then placed my lips
upon it and kissed it. She then pulled her foot away.

"This is Linda's moment now though."
She then handed Linda the collar and leash. Linda took it smilingly. I could
tell she was loving every minute of this. It made me feel good that I was
pleasing my Mistress' friend. She placed her hand under my chin, tilted my
face up and looked me directly in the eyes. Oh...those eyes. I quickly got
lost in them, feeling my self surrendering to her power. She then buckled
the collar around my neck, and attached the leash to the collar. She tightly
gripped the leash only about a foot from the collar. She jerked it hard a
few times as if testing its strength. Her eyes never left mine while all
this was going on. She then settled back into the couch and pulled me into
to her pantied crotch. Her aroma was strong, but not at all unpleasant. I
started kissing her through her wet panties, running my tongue underneath
them licking her oozing slit. I noticed she was shaved. My lips bunched up
her panties even more as I gently rooted my mouth and nose into her pussy. I
couldn't get enough of her. I wanted to put my whole face into it. To be
completely engulfed by it. I felt her tense, and her thighs tighten around
my neck. Her moans and the sudden rush of cream out of her pussy told me she
had orgasmed. She pushed my head away for a second and told me to take off
her panties. As I looked up I noticed she had unbuttoned her blouse and let
her large breasts spill out of her half bra. Her nipples were hard as if she
had been playing with them. Her eyes were far away now, filled with lust. I
slipped her panties down her legs and off of her feet. I kissed my way back
up to her pussy. I felt the leash being tugged hard, pulling my face deep in
her pussy. I licked and swallowed her orgasm. Her juices were thick and
creamy. Then I started nibbling her extended clit. I pressed it between my
soft lips, gently sucking on it, then flicking it with the tip of my tongue.
Then going down to her slit again, taking deep slow swipes with my tongue. I
could feel her getting wetter and wetter. She must have let go of the leash,
because I felt her fingers in my hair pulling me in deeper. I heard her
moaning get louder and louder. I knew she was on the brink of another
orgasm. I picked up my tongue speed to match her thrusts. Once again I felt
her thighs tighten around my collared neck. She was moaning loudly now,
almost screaming. And then she came, and came, and came. I felt like I was
swallowing her cream by the quarts. Finally all was quiet. I finished
cleaning her out and withdrew my face. I looked up at her smiling face. She
patted my head as if rewarding her dog. This pleased me.

"You did well slave, very well." She then turned toward Sheila. "Thank you
my dear friend for this whole experience. This has convinced me for sure to
find a submissive for Jeff and I."

Sheila's smile was beaming. I could tell she had enjoyed the show immensely.
I could also tell it had made her quite hot. "As I said before Linda, when
we have him fully trained you and Jeff are welcome to borrow him."

"I will definitely hold you to that," Linda smiled. She then looked down at
me. "Slave, dress me as I have to be on my way home. I'm going to need some
of Jeff's cock tonight. He won't know what hit him after I get through with
him," she laughed.

I then dressed her and kissed the top of her shoes when I was finished. She
patted the top of my head. She then stood up, gave Sheila a hug and bid
farewell. I could tell they were good friends. Sheila escorted her out. They
talked another fifteen or so minutes outside. I heard Sheila come in through
the garage door. I had tidied up the family room again and was putting the
glasses in the dishwasher. I turned around when I heard her voice. She was
smiling, but there was a serious tone to her demeanor.

"You pleased me this afternoon, slave. But don't think it's going to be all
fun and games. When Tom gets home tonight, you are going to be in for a very
humiliating evening."



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