A SLAVE’S ROAD by NEIL(SEVERIN98@AOL.COM)Part 1Hi. Let me introduce myself. I’m a 38 year old attractive, sane, normal, middle class man who happens to be a sexual submissive. I can tell you all the crap aboutalways having submissive fantasies for as long as I remember, but I won’t bore you with that. I accepted my sexuality a long time ago. I have been with a few women who played, and even fewer who enjoyed the dominant role, but it always seemed there was something missing. Even my ex wife enjoyed being waited on hand andfoot, but didn’t want a permanent slave. I had relegated the idea of finding my dream dom to strictly fantasy. And that was all right, after all, I was the one with the different sexuality. Then, just when I thought my life was in a comfortable, predictable pattern, everything changed.It all started a little over two years ago. I was reading some female dominationmaterial on a Thursday night. It was your usual stuff, mostly articles writtenby professional Mistresses. As usual I was in that delicious horny state where Ihad no limits to my servitude. I started reading a story about a wife who was training her husband to submit to her every whim. She had him to the point wherehe was not only serving her sexually, but was also doing all the housework, laundry, and even being loaned out on Saturdays to clean her girlfriend’s apartment. It was a scenario I had read many times before, but it was still making me horny.As the story continued, the husband became more and more submissive to her needs. Then came the part that planted a fertile seed in my subconscious. She told her husband this particular Saturday night she was going out with a friend, and she expected him to be kneeling at the front door when she got home, no matter how late. She told him he was to be wearing only pink panties and an apron. Several hours later when she arrived home, he was dutifully kneeling at the door. Shewalked in handing her husband her coat. As hubby went to hang up her coat, she said to him “might as well wait honey, my friend will be here any second”. I was thinking she brought back her girlfriend. A minute later the doorbell rang, and hubby was ordered to answer it. When he opened the door, a man was standing on the porch. Hubby froze in his tracks obviously thinking (like me) it was going to bea woman. The wife came to the door yelling at her slave “are you just going to stand there and stare? Let Nick in!” Nick walked right past hubby and the two startedmaking out right in the forum. For some reason my dick grew about two inches. As the wife and Nick started for the living room, she looked at hubby and told him to bring her and Nick a glass of Chablis each. When hubby, still in shock, returned with the wine, the two lovebirds were on the sofa. The wife had Nick’s dickin her hand, lovingly stroking it. As hubby started to come out of his shock heasked what was going on. His wife simply stated that he was nothing more than her slave now. She said she still needed to feel like a real woman, something he could not do any more. She gave him the ultimatum right there; obey her totally or leave for good. Hubby broke down crying on the spot begging her not to leave him, saying he would do anything she desired. About this time my dick was actually throbbing. The wife smiled wickedly at her husband’s response. She turned to Nick and said “Did you hear that Nick, our slave says he will do anything for us.” Forsome reason, by her using the word “our” and “us” made my dick go into a twitching spasm. I had never had gay feelings in my life. I was confused, but never hornier. She then told hubby to start undressing both of them, starting with her. As hubbyremoved her heels, she put her nylon toes on his mouth, looked him straight in the eye and said “Nick and I have been lovers for months. He is moving in Tomorrow.You will be responsible for both of our needs, and I mean both! I expect totalobedience from you when Nick orders you to do something; no matter what it is. A
m I understood?” The only response was a sobbing “Yes Mistress”. The wife, moving herfoot to her hubby’s crotch, viciously slapped his face. “Yes Mistress and what slave?” Hubby, not able to make eye contact, whimpered “Yes Mistress and Master”. At this point in the story, without even touching myself, I exploded into an unbelievableorgasm.TGIF. One more day before the weekend. It was late June in Indianapolis and theweather was beautiful. This is the best time of year in Indiana. The highs are in the eighty’s, and it dips down into the sixty’s at night. The story I had read last night was still playing over in my head. After last night’s orgasm, I slept likea baby. Tonight I was going fishing for the weekend with my friend Tom. Tom andI have been best friends since high school. We had been through a lot together.Tom married his high school sweetheart, Laura. She was a freshman when Tom andI were juniors. I actually introduced them to each other. I should have kept herfor myself. What a woman. Not only was she beautiful and intelligent, she was agenuine person. Tom and her gave me a lot of support when I went through my divorce after seven years of marriage. I could tell these two people anything. Well, almost anything. One thing I always kept from them was my subservient sexuality. Not that they wouldn’t be understanding, I just didn’t think it had any bearing on our friendship. Besides, Tom was always making comments on how he loved her tosuck his cock, or fuck her in their boat, or make it in public. It seemed theyhad a very active and healthy sexual relationship, but just not my type of sex.After a long day at work I came home, showered, and got ready for the trip. Tompicked me up about six. I was surprised to see Laura with him. Originally it wasjust Tom and myself going, but Laura’s weekend plans fell through at the last minute. She had planned to go shopping with two of her friends in Chicago. No big deal. They had a 20 foot Ranger bass boat, a full size Ford van, and a tent thatslept six. Plus Laura loved to fish also. It was a three hour drive to the lake,so we stopped and got a case of Mich. light and put it on ice. Once we were outside of the city, I reached for the beer and passed it around. Man! That cold beer tasted good. It had been a tough week at work, and I was ready for some fun.Tom was driving, Laura was in the front passenger seat, and I was sitting behindTom. All of our seats were the swivel captain’s type that are so popular in the vans now.Tom and Laura were a striking couple. They had both kept themselves in great shape. Laura was 5‘8”, 135 lbs., strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, and the most beautiful pair of legs you could imagine. Her breast weren’t huge, but proportionate toher body. Ah, and her face was uniquely sexy, a little wide, high cheekbones, dimples, flawless skin, slightly oversized mouth and lips, and a winning smile. Every year she became more beautiful. Tom was 6‘1”, 190, black hair and blue eyes. Hehad olive smooth skin, and not a lot of body hair. He had broad shoulders and defined muscles. He was a handsome man.They had found out early in their marriage that Laura could not have children. Although it was a tough blow to them, they soon recouped and realized that a childless marriage had it’s advantages too. They were always busy fishing, traveling,sometimes taking separate vacations. They seemed to have the perfect life.By the way, you know all these deep, dark secrets about me, and don’t even know myname or what I look like. My name is Joshua. I’m 5‘11”. brown hair and eyes. I weigh180 lb.. I’m not what you call a muscle man, but I do keep in shape. I’ve been toldI have a cute butt. Now that that’s out of the way, let us get back to the story.We were on our second beer, shooting the shit like old friends do, when I noticed Laura was dangling her shoe on her toes. She had her chair turned about half way between Tom and me. She was wearing a black halter top which showed her creamy bare shoulders and firm midriff. It also showed about three inches of cleavage. She had on a pair black denim short shorts. Following her long, muscular legsdown to her feet, she was wearing a pair of black, soft leather flats. She had h
er right leg crossed over her left, and was just about to lose her shoe. Betweenher shoe and last night’s story, I was having trouble paying attention to the conversation.“Joshua oh Joshua, this is Earth to Mars” she was saying. I finally realized she wastalking to me. I looked up from her foot to respond. She had a knowing smile onher face. At that moment I felt so naked, as if she knew everything about me.I finally said “I’m sorry, must have been daydreaming about those bass we’re going tocatch Tomorrow.”Looking me right in the eyes, she sarcastically said “Right Joshua.” At the same time I heard her shoe drop to the floor. Her eyes didn’t leave mine. The next five seconds seemed like an hour. I could actually feel myself getting warm. I couldn’t help it. I looked down at her bare foot with her watching me. I looked back intoher smiling eyes. Something passed between us during that moment.“Tom, are you ready for another beer?” She asked. “No thanks hon, I still have quite awhile to drive.” She then looked at me. “Joshua, get me another one.”I don’t know if my imagination was working overtime or not. I mean her voice was friendly, but at the same time a little demanding. It wasn’t a question, and therewasn’t any please. I decided to test the waters a little.“Anything the lady wishes” I said half jokingly. “Oh Oh” Tom laughed. “You don’t say that toLaura, she’ll take advantage of you in a New York minute.”I reached for the beer, popped the cap, and handed it to her. “Thank you Joshua” shesaid a little too cheerily. She then turned directly toward Tom, put her bare foot on his thigh. “Tom, I’ve been in my heels all day, how about a little massage?”“I’ve got something for you to massage right here” Tom laughingly said as he grabbed his crotch. “You sure love to be pampered, lady.”“Look who’s talking, your every bit as demanding as me” she laughed back. Tom smiled at her “You’re right, what we need is a 20 year old fox to wait on both of us.” “Why doesit have to be a female? I think a man would be much more interesting, don’t you Joshua?”She was watching my eyes very carefully. It was as if Wonder Woman had her truthlasso around me. I couldn’t lie.“I guess so,” I said. “Good” Tom laughed, “then you can massage her feet.” Laura swiveled her chair toward me. “Do you mind?” “No, not at all,” I said. “Good,” Laura smiled. “Then why dn’t you move to the right chair so we can be more comfortable.” I changed seats. “I told you she’d take over,” Tom chuckled. “So what if I’m a little assertive? You don’t mind,do you Joshua?”She was really putting me on the spot. I couldn’t tell if Tom and her were kiddingor half serious. I checked out Tom in the rear view mirror. He had a smile on his face, but it was more of a “cat got the mouse” type smile. I decided to wade a little deeper.“You can be as assertive as you wish with me,” I said. “Go for it hon,” Tom smiled. “He’s asking for it.” She just smiled and placed her bare foot on my thigh. God, she had beautiful feet! I would guess she wore a size nine. She had high arches with longtoes that were a little plump. Her second toe was longer than her big toe. Sheeither took great care of her feet herself, or had them professionally done. Thenails were trimmed to perfection ending with the tip of the toes. They had theEuropean style cut where they were squared at the end. They were polished with a
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