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This is the first post for part 4, hopefully everyone (who wanted) has

read 1-3. If anyone knows of any books or stories on the subject of male

forced bi...please drop me a line at    sanesub@aol.com



               thanks, neil



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DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER 21.







This story contains Female domination, intense foot worship, mm, and most

aspects of the D/s world.



All comments are welcome (yes even though i am a sub, i do have an ego like

everyone else). Address them to neil at; sanesub@aol.com











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 school boy, 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 a 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 side wall, 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 Maam."



"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 Maam. 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 maam."



"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

a 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 were 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. All my feelings I had discussed with my ex

were known to Sheila. 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 speaker phone 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 it's

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 it's 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 maam."



"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 maam."



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 maam, 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. 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 it's 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 art work

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 5ā11"

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 a 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 heās coming along quickly," Sheila

smiled.



Sheila walked over and sat down on the loveseat next to Lindaās 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 Lindaās feet. I noticed she was dangling

her shoe again. This time it was only inches from my face. I couldnāt 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 wasnāt there. I knew they were talking about me, but their voices

seemed far away. All of the sudden Lindaās shoe was tapping on my face.



"John!" I heard Lindaās loud voice being directed at me.



I came out of my trance and answered her. "Yes maam?"



"Your Mistress would also like a glass of ice tea, and while your 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 Lindaās

swinging shoe I didnāt 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."



"Iām 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 hadnāt realized that Linda was part of the special group. I didnāt know

what to say, so I said nothing.



"At the rate youāre 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."



"Iām 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 heās a good cocksucker, is he?



"He sucked his first cock just this last weekend. Tom says heās one of the

best heās 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 doesnāt just go through the actions, he really worships you.

You can feel the difference, believe me."



"Iām 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 itās not necessary," Sheila laughed. "Punishing a slave, even when

he hasnāt really done anything wrong keeps them on edge, more submissive. It

letās them know they are owned by you. They want to feel owned. Plus, Iām

finding out there is another benefit."



"And whatās that?" Linda asked dreamily.



"Iām finding out that it makes me very hot. I didnāt really expect that.

Itās 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."



Sheilaās 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. Itās 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 Sheilaās 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 youād never ask."



"Slave! On your back with your head towards Linda."



I obeyed, laying on my back with my face in front of Lindaās seat and my

body stretched toward Sheilaās. 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 wormās view. I then felt Sheilaās 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 didnāt

care. Lindaās 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 husbandās

cock."



I let the heel enter my mouth. I then started sucking on itās 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 Sheilaās 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 isnāt he? Iām sure Jeff would be

squirming in his seat with this kind of action on his cock."



"You canāt 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 itās 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 itās 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.



"Iām afraid he might have to. I donāt think I could drive home in this

state," Linda said laughingly.



"Why donāt you get more comfortable, and I will get his collar and leash for

you.



"Iām going to have to. Do you want me to use him right here on the couch?"



"Why not, itās just the three of us. Besides, Iām 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 laying 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 maam." 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

dayās 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. Iām

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 Lindaās 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 Mistressā 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 itās 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

couldnāt 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."



Sheilaās 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. Iām going to need some

of Jeffās cock tonight. He wonāt 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 donāt think itās 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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