Oh!To be a slave
I was trembling all over, and my heart was pounding furiously. I asked myslef what I was doing here, at the door of a stranger's house, not knowing
what was going to happen to me. I was excited, but also very scared. I took a deep breath, rang the bell, and waited. "It's open", I heard a man
shout. I pushed the door, and surely enough, it opened easily. I started to walk into the dark hallway in front of me. Again, I asked myself why I
was here, in a situation which was totally alien to myself, and I was considering running away, getting back into the car, and driving home. However,
before I had a chance, the same deep, commanding voice ordered me to shut the door. I turned round, took the door of the latch, and pushed it to.
"Don't turn around", the man said. I stood as still as I could, wondering what was going to happen, and suddenly, a blindfold was put over my eyes,
and tied firmly. The man grabbed my arm in a tight grip, and led me to another room.
My jacket was taken off, and it sounded like it was being put into a rubbish bag. My shirt was also removed, and I was pushed down onto a bed.
The man took my shoes and socks off, and then my trousers, and they all went into the bag. Finally, I felt his hand inside my underwear. He teased
me, and then removed them aswell. "You won't be needing these clothes anymore," he told me. "They don't comply with your dress code". My
hands were tied, and a strut was placed between my knees before my ankles were bound, forcing my legs permanently apart. "Stay here", I was
told.
The man walked off into an adjacent room. I wondered what this strange man looked like: I felt that he was a large man, maybe even fat. He
returned almost at once, and sat down next to me on the bed. I was turned onto my stomach, and warned that what was about to follow may hurt a
little. I felt something slightly damp on my thigh, which was then painfully torn away. I screamed at the shock, and then it was repeated in a similar
region of my leg. I realised that this man was waxing my legs, and I was in no position to stop him. "If you don't stop struggling and screaming, I'll
show you what real pain is", he said. I had no choice but to allow him to continue to remove my body hair, and he didn't stop until my legs, arse,
and torso were completely bald, and he removed most of my pubic hair as well. He ran his hands along my shaven thighs and arse: "it feels nice,
doesn't it", he said, and he was right. He then untied me.
"I have some new clothes for you," he said, and I was told to sit on the side of the bed. He lifted my ankles, and slid a pair of panties onto them.
They felt silky and sensual, and as I pulled them up, a wave of pleasure passed through me. He then dressed me in a basque, which was pulled tight
to squeeze my figure into an hourglass shape, and some kind of padding was pushed into the cups. Next came the stockings. At first they were put
over my feet, and then pushed up my legs and over my thighs, before being attached to the suspenders of the basque. Once again, he ran his sweaty
hands inside my thighs, and I realised how fantastic the stockings felt over my shaved legs. I was then made to put on a short, tight dress, which he
buttoned up at the front, before putting a small apron over it.
I felt a necklace being lifted over my head, and he then put a bracelet round my left wrist and clipped some earrings onto my lobes. I was sprayed
with perfume and made to put on a pair of high-heeled shoes, before being led to another room. "Come back out when you have put your makeup
on", he told me. I removed my blindfold, and I was dazzled by the first light I had seen in hours. After a few seconds, I realised that I was standing
in the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, and saw myself in the maid's uniform for the first time, and I was stunned by how elegant I looked. The short
dress flattered by slim legs perfectly, and I felt incredibly feminine. On the shelf, there were a few items of makeup. Of course, I had never used
makeup before, but I had seen women put on makeup on countless occasions. I applied the foundation evenly over my face, and put on the dark
red lipstick, rolling my lips and blotting the excess the way I had seen it done. There was also some eye shadow, which I applied as well as the
scarlet nail varnish. I had waited several minutes for the nail varnish to dry, when I heard the man say "Hurry up", in a stern voice. "And put your
blindfold back on before coming out".
I slowly walked out of the bathroom, now totally unaware of my surroundings. A collar was put around my neck, and I was dragged back into the
room we were in previously, where my hands and ankles were bound once again. I was forced to my knees, and told to stay perfectly still. "Your
name in Emily", I was told. "You are here to serve me as I see fit, for my pleasure and convenience. You must obey my every command, and fulfil
my desires, otherwise you must face the consequences. You now belong to me: you are my property, and you are to address me as Master. Do
you understand?"
"Yes, Master".
"Good girl, Emily. Your duties include housework, cooking, and serving, all of which I expect to be carried out to the highest of standards. You
must be on call 24 hrs a day, ready to serve me in any way." He started walking, and circled me at least twice before he started to stroke my face".
"Are you a virgin?" he asked. "Have you ever been screwed up the arse?"
"No", I replied, "Never".
"And have you ever sucked cock?"
"No."
My master laughed quietly, and I heard a zip being undone. He had dropped his trousers and underwear, and again he stroked my face. His hand
moved round to the back of my head, and he gently pulled me towards him. I felt his cock against my lips, and I slowly opened my mouth. I put my
mouth around his hard cock, and it was hot and sweaty. I was trembling with fear, but at the same time I knew that this was what I really wanted. I
started to slowly lick his head, and I cautiously began to suck. He was now grasping me with both hands, and he began to gently rock me, and my
mouth action became more intense. "That's right, slut", he said, pushing his penis right into my mouth, so I could hardly breathe. "Good girl, Emily",
he sighed in between long moans of ecstasy. When he came, I did not like the taste at all, but my master urged me to swallow. One hand held the
back of my head and the other was holding my nose shut as the warm liquid filled my mouth. I attempted to swallow the cum, but I choked on it,
and the viscous fluid dribbled down my face.
"You stupid whore," my master shouted. "I told you to swallow it. You have insulted me greatly by disobeying one of my very first orders, and you
must face the consequences. Naughty girls must be punished". He clipped a leash onto the collar that was round my neck, he pulled me over to an
armchair, and ordered me to bend over the side of the chair. He hitched up my dress, and pulled my panties down. I felt a sharp pain across my
buttocks as I was struck with my masters cane, and he continued to hit me, again and again. The strokes were all hitting me in the same place, and I
began to weep as the intense stinging became unbearable. He stopped flogging me, and began to stroke my arse with the tip of the cane, which
eventually came to rest at my anus. To my shock, he pushed the cane into my arsehole, and I let out a cry and started to struggle. "Don't you ever
shut up?" he shouted at me, as he tied a gag over my mouth. He continued to push the cane into me, but it was slow progress as my virgin hole was
very tight indeed. He pushed the cane back and forth, and the pain stopped bothering me as it gave way to a kind of pleasure that I had never
before witnessed.
He removed the cane from deep inside me, and pushed my panties back up. He grabbed my leash, led me to the bed, and removed the gag.
"Are you ready to obey me?" he asked.
"Yes, Master", I replied.
"Good girl. I'm going to untie you now." Sure enough, he untied my feet and my hands, and removed my blindfold. I adjusted my focus, and laid
eyes on my master for the first time. As I had guessed, he was quite a large man, of average height. He was around 40 years of age: probably
almost twice as old as me, and he had short, dark hair. I could not decide whether I found him attractive or not, but I knew by the way he'd made
me feel that I'd made the right decision by turning up on his doorstep that evening. Suddenly, I heard the bell ring. "Stay there, Emily", he ordered,
as he pulled his trousers up. I watched as he walked out of the room, and I heard him open the front door. The person came in, and my master shut
the door behind them. They spoke for a couple of minutes in hushed tones, before making their way over to the bedroom where I was obediently
waiting.
To my surprise, my master was accompanied by a woman, also about 40 years of age. She was slim and quite attractive, with long dark hair. She
was dressed very smartly in a skirted suit, white blouse, black stockings and high-heeled shoes. The two of them stared at me firmly, as I stood
there with my lipstick smeared, still with traces of cum round my mouth.
"Emily, this is my wife", my master told me. "You are to address her as Ma'am".
"Pleased to meet you, ma'am", I said, as I attempted a curtsy.
"I expect you to show her the same obedience you have shown me so far. Now, your room is over the hall. Go and tidy yourself up, you look like a
whore".
I walked over to what was to be my room. It was only small, with a mattress on the floor, a wardrobe, and a sink. The wardrobe contained two
other maid's uniforms, and some clean underwear. There was also some makeup, perfume, razors, and leg wax. I cleaned the dried cum from my
face, and tidied up my makeup.
"Emily", I heard my master call. "Come in here". I went back into the master bedroom, where my master and mistress were both standing.
"We'd like you to undress us for bed, Emily", said my mistress.
"Of course, ma'am", I answered. I walked over to her, and took off her suit jacket, carefully laying it on the bed. I slowly undid the buttons on her
blouse, and then removed that too. I nervously undid the catch on her skirt, and it fell to the ground. She lifted her feet so that I could pick it up, and
I then hung the suit up in the wardrobe. I paused before walking behind her, and removing her bra, revealing her breasts, which were surprisingly
firm for her age. I then knelt on the floor to remove her stockings, and finishing with her white panties, which I slid down carefully. She had a fine
figure, and her pubic hair was neatly trimmed. I found it hard to resist staring at her naked body, but I knew that this may not please my master.
"The laundry goes in the basket in the corner", my master told me. "Tomorrow, after you have been shown your duties, you will wash our laundry as
well as your own." I obediently placed my mistresses underwear and bra in the basket, and then walked over to my master. I put my hands beneath
his T-shirt, and slid them up across his chest, and lifted his shirt off. His chest was quite hairy, and his torso was plump, and I already knew that he
was a very strong man. I removed his trousers, and hung them up, before taking off his underwear and placing it in the laundry basket. My master
and mistress were now both completely naked, and were beginning to kiss.
"Take off your dress", ordered the woman. I hesitated, and then removed my apron, before undoing the buttons at the front of my dress. I took off
the dress, and placed it over the armchair on which my master had punished me earlier. I felt embarrassed standing in just my lingerie as the couple
got into bed, and I was soon told to join them. My master lifted a corner of the duvet, and I climbed into bed. Straight away he started stroking my
thighs and penis, and he began to kiss me. I had never been kissed by a man before, and I was not sure how to react. My mistress, who was sitting
up, grabbed my leash, and pulled me down towards her cunt. She pushed my head down hard against her, and I began to explore her with my
tongue. I then felt my master pull my panties down, and I felt his hard, erect cock against my arse. I was still hurting a lot from my punishment, but
this did not worry me: in fact, I was longing to feel my master inside me. "Don't stop Emily, you slut", commanded my mistress, as she spread her
legs further, and I obediently found her clitoris, and very gently teased it with my tongue. Meanwhile, my master's cock was being worked into my
arsehole. The pain was intense but it felt incredible, and I became tense all over as he penetrated my virgin arse deeper and deeper. Eventually he
was all the way in, and he began to slowly push himself backwards and forwards, and I found it impossible to continue to pleasure my mistress. I
gritted my teeth in agony as my mistress taunted me, calling me a "useless tart", and my master groaned, relentlessly fucking me.
Eventually, he withdrew, and I was immediately turned onto my back, as the woman climbed on top of me, with a thigh each side of my head. She
lowered herself onto my mouth, and I continued to use my tongue to please her. She soon came, and her juices rushed into my mouth. "Swallow,
you bitch", my master commanded. I managed to swallow, and by this time my master had removed his condom. He held it over my mouth while his
wife held me down, and emptied its contents into my mouth. "This is for not swallowing earlier", he told me, as I was forced to drink his cum as
well. I thought that I was going to throw up, and this was clearly obvious.
"If you puke Emily, I'll give you the thrashing of your life", snarled my mistress. "Get out of our bed", she cried, as I wearily obliged. "We want to go
to sleep now." My master led me back into my room, tied my hands and feet back together, and pushed me down onto my mattress. He threw my
dress and shoes at me, and told me that he'd untie me in the morning so that I could make breakfast. He then left, locking the door behind him.
This is a brief tale which outlines one of my recurring fantasies.
Maybe you'd like to turn my fantasy into reality.
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