From sanesub@aol.com Thu Mar 20 16:19:53 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-dc-9.sprintlink.net!feed1.news.erols.com!newsfeeds.sol.net!ix.netcom.com!news From: neil Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: new..a slave's road 3 Date: Thu, 20 Mar 1997 21:19:53 +0000 Organization: Netcom Lines: 584 Message-ID: <3331A9F9.3EDB@aol.com> Reply-To: sanesub@aol.com NNTP-Posting-Host: stp-fl5-18.ix.netcom.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------67AE3D177895" X-NETCOM-Date: Thu Mar 20 8:17:55 PM CST 1997 X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0C-NC320 (Win95; I) This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------67AE3D177895 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit All comments are welcome to sanesub@aol.com --------------67AE3D177895 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="A slave's road-3.html" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="A slave's road-3.html" IF YOU ARE UNDER 21, DO NOT READ THIS! Part 3.... A slave's Road.... Back In The City We hit the south side of Indy about 1:00 PM. I lived in an apartment complex on the far northwest side, and Tom and Sheila lived about 15 to 20 miles northwest of the city. People in Indiana like land. I would estimate the average house lot in the burbs of Indy is a third of an acre. Half acre lots are common, and one acre lots are not at all uncommon. When the suburbs started filling up in the seventies, people started moving to the nearby towns, and the country surrounding them. Tom and Sheila bought ten acres of land outside of a little town called Whitestown. Their land had actually been part of a large farm. Their house stood where the old farm house used to be. There was even an old, small barn near the house. They used it for a work shop. Tom was an architect, so he and Sheila had designed almost everything that was man made on that property, from the half mile driveway through the woods, to the enormous fire place in the family room. Since their property was basically a small forest, except for the small clearing around the house and barn, there wasn't a lot of outside maintenance. It was the best of both worlds, total privacy, and a minimal amount of yard work. The outside of the house was a combination of limestone, cedar, and glass. The inside was a tri-level design with the right combination of hardwood floors, luxurious carpet, cedar trim, skylights, two fireplaces, and oak ceiling beams. The back of the house opened up into a huge lanai, equipped with cushioned redwood furniture, a built in limestone gas grill, wet bar, and a large sunken Jacuzzi. Even though the house could have been displayed in Better Homes and Gardens, Sheila and Tom are not the type to showcase their home. In fact, their house has a very comfortable, homey feel to it. "Back to the real world", I said as we were getting on north 465. "But a new world for all of us", smiled Sheila. She had on a pair of short cut-off jeans, a black tight fitting T-shirt without a bra, and pair of thongs. She had also put her ankle bracelet back on. Once again, her captain's chair was half way between Tom and myself. "John, do you have anyone special your dating?" "No, not really. I mean I date, but no one serious. I quit trying to find someone who would truly love to have a boyfriend slash slave on a permanent basis. I figured if it happens, it happens. If that's your only objective when dating, then you're in for a lot of frustration. Believe me, I know from experience. "That seems funny", Tom said. "You would think that today's woman would love to have a servant doing the mundane chores and pampering her when she wanted." "Not really, most women are pretty conservative when it comes to relationships. Even though they want equality in the job market and at home, they still want the traditional man/woman relationship. And that's cool, far be it from me to try to persuade someone into a lifestyle they're not comfortable with. Like I told you earlier, I've had a few women in my life who enjoyed the dominant role as a game. But when the game was over everything went back to normal." "That is until now." Sheila smiled. "It's not that I don't believe you John, but I can think of some friends right now that would love to have a slave at their beck and call. They might not want you as a husband or boyfriend, but would love to have someone to pamper them, and do the household chores for them at the snap of their fingers." "I guess I'm hanging out with the wrong type of woman." I smiled. "Might be", said Sheila. We got off of 465 and on the 421 North exit and drove up to 96th St. My apartment was just a mile or two east on 96th. When they pulled up in the parking area and stopped in front of my apartment, I thanked them for a wonderful time. So much had changed in our friendship, I was at a lost for words. Leave it to Sheila to break the ice. "Do you have any time off coming to you, John?" Sheila asked. "About three personal days and two weeks vacation." "How much warning do you have to give them to take a week off?" "Right now we're pretty slow, so I could take off about any time. As long as they don't desperately need you, they're pretty cool about it." "Could you call them tomorrow morning and ask them for the week off?" "Sure, I guess so. Why?" I finally sold that large piece of real estate in Zionsville last week, so I thought I would take some time off myself. I'm semi retired now anyway. You do still want to serve us, don't you? "Yes, of course I do." "Then I thought this would be a good time to break you in. What do you think hon?" "I think it's an excellent idea", Tom answered. "I've got to work this week, but I'm sure you're capable of training him. I'll just come home at night and reap the rewards," "I don't think I'll have any trouble bending him to our ways," Sheila smiled. "John, I want you to shower, pack enough clothes for a week, and be over at our house at seven tonight." "Yes maam." She then reached into her purse and pulled out a twenty. " Here. Stop by the Boston Market on the way over and pick up some dinner for all of us. I don't feel like cooking tonight.........or all week for that matter," she laughed. "Anything in particular," I asked. "Just a piece of chicken and some corn is fine for me," she said. "I'll take the chicken, corn, and mashed potatoes and gravy," Tom added. I got out of the van and leaned in Sheila's window. "I'll see you both at seven then." "I hope you're ready to really serve this week," Sheila said seriously. "I feel very good about it maam." "Good, see you in a little while then," she said. "And remember, no masturbating." I gathered up my gear and headed up to my apartment. It had been a long weekend, and I was ready for a nap. I put away my stuff, took a long hot shower, and lay down on my bed. I set my alarm clock for 5:00. Every time I closed my eyes I thought of the last two days. So much had transpired. I was getting a woody thinking of everything they had put me through. I wanted to jack-off in the worst way. I knew I wouldn't though. This would probably be my only chance to live out my fantasy. One advantage of knowing them for so many years was I knew when they were kidding and when they were not. They were not kidding, they wanted me as their slave. I only hope I could satisfy all of their needs. The idea of being rejected as their slave at this point would really hurt me. I mean, I'm a strong person and would eventually get over it, but in the back of my mind I would always be thinking that I blew the big one. At my age, I knew this was now or never. Sheila was so demanding. I sensed she was just at the tip of the iceberg as far as my training was concerned. It almost seemed surreal. I had always known her as an intelligent, cheerful, and sexy woman with a good sense of humor. The perfect wife, the perfect hostess, a successful real estate broker, and a good friend. Never before this weekend would I had ever thought she desired a slave. Just the thought of her owning and using me almost made me cum. I was totally shocked by their confession that they were swingers. And the way Tom admitted he was bi, like it was just a matter of fact. I actually admired his confidence and courage. I didn't mind a bit that he didn't want to reciprocate, after all I was his slave too. My mind kept thinking and thinking and thinking............. RRRing. Damn, that alarm clock was loud! I must have finally dosed off. I got up, took a long, hot shower, shaved, brushed my teeth, and packed about a week's worth of clothes. I tried to watch TV for about twenty minutes, and finally left for their place about 6:20. I stopped by the Boston Market, and picked up our dinners as instructed. I was ringing their doorbell at 7:00 sharp. Their intercom startled me. "Come to the kitchen slave," Sheila's voice rang out. I opened the door and made my way to the kitchen. They were sitting at the butcher block table. This was where they ate most of their meals. It was comfortable and informal. They had the dining room for their more formal dinners. The table was set for three people. A carafe of blush Chablis was in the middle of the table. I noticed their glasses and the carafe were about empty. Sheila was wearing a red kimono that ended just below her ass. She was barefoot, and I noticed she still had her ankle bracelet on. Tom had on a pair of black silk boxer shorts and nothing else. "Good evening, slave," smiled Sheila. "Please serve the food and take a seat." Tom refilled the carafe and poured three glasses of wine. I served everybody what they had ordered, and sat down. "Tom and I were just discussing how best to train you. We took the liberty of assuming that you would accept our proposal of slavery, so we have been buying toys and equipment for almost a month. Tom's even constructed a few items we hope you will find interesting." "Oh, I'm sure it will meet his approval, and if it doesn't, who cares. His opinion doesn't matter anymore anyway." Tom smiled "True," Sheila agreed. "In fact it will be more fun if he doesn't enjoy everything that's going to happen to him. We do have to test your limits, don't we John? "Yes Mistress" "Do you have any idea what your limits are? How much humiliation, or pain you can take?" Sheila asked. "No Mistress, I only know that I will do my best to please both of you, no matter what you request of me." "How very noble of you, John," Tom said. "But for now let's eat this dinner before it gets cold." We all ate and drank heartily. The conversation was interesting, but I definitely felt the change in our relationship. Even during casual conversation I felt like a second class citizen. I'm sure this was intentional on their part. I knew in my heart that from now on I would be their slave first, and friend second. After dinner I was told to clean up the mess, and meet them on the lanai. I was also told to strip naked before coming out. Sheila and Tom were sitting on the couch sipping their wine. Their were candles lit on each end table. I noticed Sheila was smoking a slim black cigar. I approached them slowly, not knowing exactly what to do. I felt a little uneasy with my nakedness, especially with them being clothed. "Before you get to comfortable John, pour us another glass of wine," Tom said. "Yes sir." I returned with what was left of the half gallon bottle, poured them both a glass, and asked if they needed anything else. "Just leave the bottle here and lay on your back in front of the couch." Sheila said. I lay down with my head toward Sheila and the rest of me toward Tom. They wasted no time in resting their feet on me. One of Sheila's on my face, the other on my chest. Tom had his on my stomach and the other on my crotch. Of course I got hard. How embarrassing, especially with Tom's foot on it. "Seems our slave enjoys being a throw rug," Tom said. "I hope so," Sheila laughed. "He's going to be spending a lot of his time as one." At that moment Sheila bent down, and with her face about a foot away from mine, she exhaled what seemed like a half of cigar in my face. Then, without blinking an eye flicked a good size ash on my chest. I actually felt a couple of hairs singe. My skin got hot, but the ash went out before it burnt me. I couldn't help it, my dick started throbbing. "Seems he likes being your ashtray too," Tom chuckled. "John! You really are quite the masochist," Sheila said teasingly. I didn't know how to respond, so I just kept quiet. Sheila looked down at me with a mischievous look on her face. "Open your mouth John." I obeyed. She then tapped the ash on the end of her cigar in my mouth. "Swallow," was all she said. I did. There was an uncomfortable moment of silence as she looked into my eyes. Then she spoke. "You're a lot more submissive than I ever thought. I actually believe you would let me put this cigar out on you." Once again I was at a lost for words. I had momentarily lost my ability to think, although my feelings of submissiveness were greatly amplified. I just looked at her in awe. Finally she spoke. "Not tonight though. We'll save that for later." She then put the cigar out in a ashtray, and spoke to me again. "You know I told you at the campfire that I wasn't a sadist, but using you like this, inflicting humiliation and pain on you, is making me very wet. I see I'm going to have to explore my limits as well." Tom then started kissing Sheila. It wasn't long before they were like a couple of teenagers. Sheila lay back on the couch with Tom on top of her. Since their feet were off of me now, I almost felt unneeded. Their breathing grew heavier and heavier. I felt Sheila's kimono fall on my chest. Next thing I knew, Tom was prying open my mouth and stuffing his boxer shorts down my throat. I could taste his pre cum. "Didn't want you to feel left out," was all he said before returning his attention back to Sheila. Soon they were fucking in earnest. Sheila's breathing was getting to that orgasmic pitch. Finally, they both came together. I knew by now they would be needing my services again. I felt two pair of feet rest on me again. Sheila reached down and pulled Tom's shorts out of my mouth. "Oh slave," Sheila said musically. "Yes Mistress," I answered. "You have a mess to clean up." "Yes Mistress." I then knelt first between Sheila's legs and started cleaning her out, running my tongue from the crack of her ass to the top of her beautiful mound. I swallowed several mouthfuls of their cum. When I finished with Sheila, I moved over to Tom. I licked and sucked his genitals until he was completely clean. I felt myself becoming very aroused. My balls were in agony. Sheila sensed this and took a little pity on me. "Got a case of blue balls, slave?" "Yes Mistress." "Remember, you are never to masturbate without our permission. But we are not totally without feelings for your needs. Turn around with your head at the base of the couch. Now, lift your legs up and back over your face." She then placed her feet on my shoulders, grabbed my ankles and pulled them back so my dick was pointing right at my face. "Go ahead and jack-off slave," she said. I didn't know what to do. This was so humiliating. I had never tasted my own cum. "Need a little encouragement slut?" Tom said as he got up and walked around between my legs. He then put his foot on my balls and pushed hard, causing me some pain. Sheila then grabbed my cock with her right hand while holding my legs back with her left. She stroked it three times. That was all it took. I must have cummed a pint all over my face. She then let my legs back. Tom again sat next to her. I just lay there recuperating from my massive orgasm. The next thing I felt was Sheila's toe scooping up my cum, and force feeding it to me. When she was through feeding me, she and Tom just sat back naked, sipping their wine, enjoying the beautiful summer night. They snuggled, and talked about things any normal married couple would talk about. Of course they were still using me as their rug as though I was truly just a piece of furniture. They must have stayed out there another two hours without saying a word to me, or even acknowledging my existence. Then Sheila spoke to me. "We are going to bed slave. I want you to clean up our mess, and come up to our bedroom when you are finished." "As you wish Mistress." They both stood up, stepped over me and left me on the floor with another woody. I got up, cleared the glasses, bottle of wine, and ashtray. I put the wine in the refrigerator, and everything else in dishwasher. I turned off the lights and made my way upstairs to their bedroom. Since the house was a tri-level, it was only a half flight of stairs. This part of the house was over their garage. I had only been in their bedroom once before. That was when they had first built the house and they gave me the grand tour. I remembered the room well. It was probably eight or nine hundred square feet. The closet alone was the size of a small bedroom. When you walked through the door, the first thing you noticed was a small fireplace with a tall windows on each side of it. It was built with red brick and trimmed with native oak. A brick floor extended out about five feet. There were two comfortable chairs, with a table and lamp in between, facing the fireplace. The rest of the flooring was hardwood slats, with large colorful oriental rugs placed in just the right places around the room. The walls were covered with tasteful art. Toward the wall to the left of the fireplace was their bed. I'm sure it was specially ordered as it was larger than a king size. It was solid oak with a beautiful canopy over it. A transparent light blue silk material covered it. The covering could be rolled down to completely enclose you. All their furniture was solid oak. On the opposite wall their were French doors leading to a balcony running the entire length of the room. The furnishings on the balcony were comfortable, while the view looking down into the woods was spectacular. Their was a small creek barely visible through the foliage of the trees. The final wall, the one with the entry door was completely mirrored. You had to look carefully to see the mirrored door that opened into the closet. The walk-in closet was luxuriously carpeted. The left side contained Sheila's clothes and shoes, while the right side was for Toms' attire. Everything was organized. Of the hundred or so pairs of Sheila's shoes, about twenty were on the floor. I figured these were her most commonly worn ones. The others were in shoe racks mounted on the wall. Even though I had only been in here once, the smells and sights of all her shoes and clothes had always stayed in my memory. I realized I had always had a crush on Sheila. I just never imagined in my wildest imagination that anything would develop, so I guess I kept those feelings suppressed. Just goes to show that truth is stranger than fiction. On the side of the closet opposite the closet entry door, was an old fashioned swinging saloon door which opened up into a dressing room. This room had a double sink with a professional make-up mirror where you could control the lighting to the type of atmosphere you would be in. The counter and shelves were neatly filled with cosmetics, nail polishes, hair products, body lotions, etc. In front of each sink were two padded stools that came up to the perfect level. Their was a common leg clearance underneath the sinks. A black leather chaise was located next to the back wall. All four walls were completely mirrored, including the sliding door opposite the swinging doors. This door led into the bathroom. The bathroom was spectacular. The floors were white marble, while the bathtub, shower, toilet, and bidet were a jade green marble. The double size bath tub was elevated on a deck. There were Jacuzzi jets mounted in the corners. There were large windows on two walls, and a skylight in the ceiling. Plants flourished everywhere. As I approached their open door, I heard the television. I stopped at the doorway, not wanting to intrude. They were still naked laying on top of the comforter. They both kept watching TV, and ignoring my presence. I waited until I heard a commercial and finally spoke. "I finished cleaning up the patio". "What did you do with ours and your clothes?" Sheila asked. I immediately knew I had forgotten to pick them up. I could actually feel a surge of anxiety run through me. There was some uncomfortable silence before I spoke. "I I I'm sorry. I left them on the floor," I stuttered. No reply. Just silence. "I'll get them now," I finally said. "No." Sheila said. "Come over here and kneel on the floor." I walked to Sheila's side of the bed and knelt at the head facing her. "I think it's time to start using the goodies we've been buying for the last month, don't you Tom?" "He does have to learn," Tom smiled. His hardness told me he enjoyed this as much as Sheila. I also felt myself becoming aroused. Sheila sat up in bed, legs hanging over the edge, looking me straight in the eye. She then placed her foot on my chest and pushed hard. I fell back on the rug. "Get out of my way," she said as she walked by me heading toward the closet. She disappeared inside the closet. I returned to my knees and waited. Tom just watched TV as if I were not even there. After about fifteen or twenty minutes Sheila reappeared. She looked beautiful. Her hair was pulled back and pinned in a bun. Her full lips were painted a deep red. She was wearing a leather bikini. The top and bottom were just a framework made from black leather straps and chrome fasteners. Her breast were completely exposed. Only a single strap ran down the crack of her ass and up through her mound. Her legs were bare, and she had on 5" black pumps that exposed the crevice of her long toes. She was carrying a full size leather suitcase. She walked back to me. She lay the suitcase on the bed and opened it in front of my eyes. There was bondage equipment, gags, butt plugs, clamps, different types of whips, and a few items I didn't even recognize. She cuffed my wrist in front of me, attached a leash to the cuffs, and dragged me over to the closet door. She then tied the leash securely to the knob on the door, leaving little or no play. I was on my knees, looking at myself in the mirror, unable to move. "Comfortable?" I knew her sarcasm required no answer. She smirked and went back to the suitcase and took out a whip. It was a small cat-o-nine tails. I could see everything she did in the reflection of the mirror. She walked back and stood behind me. She raised the whip. I felt the intense sting on my back. I then saw her smile and the lust filling her eyes. And then her muscled arm raised again. I tensed, bracing myself for another blow. She didn't disappoint me. It hurt more than the first. This time I cried out. Then another one, even harder. Again and again she brought the whip down on me, now hitting me with all of her strength. I lost count. The pain was so intense, I lost all ability to focus. She whipped me for several minutes, although it seemed like much more. When she was through, I was moaning in pain. I never felt more humiliated, and yet I never felt more submissive. She untied the leash and lead me into the closet. She lead me to a hook anchored in the wall, about six inches off the floor. It was on her side of the closet, next to her shoes. She tied the leash securely around the hook. I was on my back looking up at her. She was looking directly in my eyes. She put the toe of her shoe on my balls and pushed hard. I winced in pain. She spoke calmly. "I hope you have learned a lesson." "Yes Mistress Sheila," I whimpered softly. She pushed harder. "I swear I have learned my lesson Mistress," I said louder and clearer than my previous answer. She smiled, and finally pulled her foot back. She then turned and left, leaving me to myself. She left the closet door open. I could hear her return to her bed. I then listened to her and Tom make love. Then there was silence. They drifted off to sleep, and I lay awake feeling more like a slave than I ever thought possible. Finally I must of dosed off. Next thing I know the room was filled with light. I sleepily opened my eyes. I could make out Tom's figure above me. He was naked. "Top of the morning to you," he smiled. "Good morning sir." "Sheila's not up yet. It's only seven, so you probably have another hour or so in bondage. I've got to shower and get ready for work. He then turned away and walked to the bathroom. He left the door opened, because the next thing I heard was him urinating in the toilet. Then the shower was on. Then it was off. He must of been drying off, because I didn't hear anything for a few minutes. Then the sink faucet came on in the dressing room. I heard him shaving, brushing his teeth, etc. He then returned to the closet, picked out his day's attire and went back into the dressing room. Twenty minutes later he came back into the closet wearing a business suit, looking ready for a day at the office. "You two have fun today," he chirped. He walked out into the bedroom. Ten minutes later I heard his car starting and the garage door opening below me. I lay there on the closet floor waiting for Sheila to awake. I lay there for another hour before I heard her alarm clock. Five minutes later she entered the closet. She was naked. She even looked beautiful first thing out of bed. She walked over to me, placing her feet on each side of me. She knelt down, leaned over and untied the leash from the hook. I could smell her odor from the night before. She then stood up. "While I'm doing my morning workout in the exercise room, I want you to call work and arrange your week's vacation. After that you can shower and shave. I want you to shave all of your pubic and under arm hair off. This will constantly remind you of your owners, even when you are not in our presence. You will use the guest bedroom downstairs for all of your toiletries." "But Mistress, when I use a public shower at the gym or pool everyone will see." "You are our slave. That means you will stay shaved for as long as we own you. If you are too embarrassed by your hairless crotch, then shower at home. If you don't want to shave, then we can end this relationship now. Do you want to be our slave?" "Yes Mistress, and I will obey." "Good," she smiled. "Then you take care of your business, and I'll take care of mine. And by the way, if you're done before I'm through exercising, meet me back up here. Naked of course." With that she returned to the bedroom, put on a pair of black silk like jogging shorts, a white sleeveless T-shirt, white socks and black high top cross trainer shoes. She then exited with out saying another word. I called work and scheduled my vacation. As predicted, there was no problem. I then went down to the kitchen, slipped on my pants, and went out to my car to get my suitcase and travel bag. I returned to the guest room downstairs, turned on the shower and stripped. I took a long, hot shower. I then got out and started spreading shaving cream on my face. After I shaved, I spread the cream on my under arms. I shaved them. I was amazed how easily the hair came off. It made me feel feminine. I looked at myself in the mirror. Even though I wasn't hairy to begin with, I still felt more naked than ever. I had saved my crotch for last. For this I soaked it with warm water, and applied the shaving cream. I sat down on the edge of the tub and proceeded to stroke the razor over my entire crotch. It took three times before the area was bald. I then returned to the shower and rinsed off. I looked at myself again in the mirror. I looked different. I mean my looks made me feel different inside. The shaving seemed to have stripped away any traditional male ego that was left. I felt more slave than man. Right now, it felt good. I loved being their slave. But I also knew I couldn't live the rest of my life in their domain. I would have to re-enter the real world in a week. That world seemed a thousand miles away now though. I would cross that bridge when I came to it. I then went back upstairs and waited for Mistress Sheila. I grabbed a magazine, went out on the balcony and enjoyed the beautiful morning. The sky was blue, the temp in the high 70's, and the birds were singing in full chorus. This was a special feeling. It was the same kind of feeling I had the first time I fell for a girl. Who knows, maybe I was falling for Sheila. She seemed more than a Mistress. As beautiful as she was, I was realizing the sexiest part of her was her intelligence. She was so cool, calm, and in control. Her honesty was genuine. 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