Sex Slave
My beautiful wife, Helen, and I have been married for five years and for the vast majority of this time I have been her very willing slave. Helen is thirty years old and is my fantasy woman. She is five foot three tall, petite, with fantastic legs and beautiful long, dark hair. She loves to dominate me as much as I love to submit.
We are very open about our fantasies and one of mine is about her forcing me to be a tongue slave to another woman, a woman I don’t fancy but who I am forced by Helen to serve. When I am tied to our bed and Helen is using me for pleasure, she often tells me she will force me to serve some celebrity woman or other, which I love. I thought that this would be as far as it would go but she really proved me wrong. She really did want to make a big breast video with a celebrity with big boobs.
Helen works for a large company which has a German parent company. She told me she was inviting a new boss over for drinks, Irene, one of the German bosses who was going to be working in the UK for three years. I only met her briefly, as I had to work late that evening. Irene was about five foot ten, large build, around forty years old, with long blonde hair — not really my type.
Anyway, a few evenings later when Helen had me tied up and was teasing me mercilessly, she informed me Irene was divorced and had not had a man for over 12 months. She wanted me to provide tongue services and be a slave for Irene, and would I obey? She also wanted to make a sex video.
I started to ask, ‘Will you be..?’
And she said, ‘Very bossy, a real bitch and I will love it.’
It was agreed. Apparently Irene was very keen and that Friday evening she would come home with Helen following drinks after work. At seven o’clock I received a terse phone call from Helen saying, ‘Slave, Mistress Irene and I will be there at half-past seven. Get things ready. That’s an order!’ She then hung up.
When they arrived I was in the kitchen preparing dinner and Helen came in. The video camera was already running. She was wearing a short-skirted business suit with stockings and high-heeled sandals. She immediately walked up to me and gave me a slap across the face. ‘On the floor on your back!’ I obeyed and she placed the stiletto heel of her right foot on my nipple and slowly dug it in. She smirked. ‘If you fail to. obey tonight, I will spend a whole evening tormenting you like this. My heel will also be working on your balls. You have been warned.’ I love it when she is this mean, and agreed to obey.
I served dinner and saw that Irene was wearing a knee-length skirt suit, neutral-coloured high shine tights and expensive black stiletto shoes. As they ate, Helen had me kneel at her feet, much to Irene’s amusement. Then Helen said, The mistress is showing you her foot and you are not reacting. Get to it! And you will pay for your insolence later.’
Irene had one of her stilettoes dangling from her foot and I crawled under the table and gently removed the shoe. I then started to kiss the sole of her nylon-covered foot.
The foot had been trapped in the stiletto shoe and nylon all day and had a strong, musky aroma to it. As I showered kisses to the sole and toes Mistress Irene said, This is lovely, Helen,’ and gave out a little giggle of pleasure before adding, ‘they may be a bit sweaty. I hope he doesn’t mind.’
Helen replied, ‘Who cares? He is a slave and will do as he is told. Besides, it’s more of a test for him.’ They both laughed at that one. Helen was not going to let me off lightly and ordered, ‘Slave, Mistress’ foot needs freshening up; use your tongue now.’
I wanted her to be tough on me and I extended my tongue and slowly licked the sole from heel to toes. Irene let out a moan of pure pleasure and said, ‘A few more min¬utes of this and I will be good and ready.’
After about five minutes of me licking her feet, Irene went upstairs for a shower. Shortly after, Helen took me to the spare bedroom where she ordered me to my knees and led me into the room. ‘Slave, I expect you to be totally pleasing to my guest,’ she said. ‘If you fail me I will make you suffer for it.’
Irene was lying on the bed with just a towel covering her. Helen left, saying, ‘Have fun — and remember, he is a slave and will do as he is told.’
Irene ordered me to kiss her thighs, and I used my tongue on the inner thigh. After only about a minute of that, Irene pulled my head up to her soaking sex and ordered me to worship it. Gently at first, I kissed and licked the outer lips, before probing deeper, When I found her clit she arched her back and had her first orgasm, clamping my head with her strong thighs and crying out, ‘Oh my God, I needed that.’ She held me in her vice-like grip for a minute or two then, relaxing, said, ‘Right, slave, you may start at my feet. I enjoyed that earlier.’
I was made to kiss and lick her bare feet and Irene was well and truly enjoying being in charge, ordering, ‘Lick between my toes, suck my big toe. Suck harder!’
Irene was loving it and directed me to kiss up her legs slowly until I reached her sex. Once I reached my goal I had to lick for what seemed like ages. My jaw was aching, my tongue was aching, but I had to con¬tinue, all the time being directed by Irene. It was heaven and hell all in one and I really felt like a slave. Just when I thought I could go on no longer, Irene reached orgasm for the second time and ground herself against my abused face.
After a few minutes I was dismissed. Helen was waiting for me and mocked me deliciously for being a grovelling sex slave before amusing herself by making me have a cold shower. By now it was about half-past nine and as I was cleaning up the bath¬room my mobile phone rang. It was Helen. She tersely ordered, ‘Get down here and get two coffees — white, no sugar.’
I served them coffee on my knees, and Helen asked Irene if I had been pleasing, She replied to my delight that I had, and that I was skilled with my tongue. Helen then asked if I could have done anything better and Irene said. ‘He was a bit hesitant to lick between my toes.’
I had been set up, I knew it, but a slave has to put up with his lot.
Helen said, ‘So you weren’t totally pleas¬ing, were you, slave? And you know what that means, don’t you? Punishment! Fetch the riding stick.’
I returned a short time later and pre¬sented Helen with the stick. Irene loved it as Helen sentenced me to ten lashes. She gave me five good and hard to my bare bottom.
Helen asked Irene if she would like to help, as it was her I had failed to please. Irene enthusiastically agreed and gave me five more hard lashes.
I then had to thank them by kissing their feet. I thought my ordeal was over but Helen gloatingly reminded me about failing to kiss Irene’s feet earlier and they both gave me another three hard lashes, again followed by me kissing their feet.
That night in bed I was made to use my aching tongue on Helen’s bottom and sex as she rode my face for pleasure, ignoring my discomfort just like I love her to do.
I was informed that I had to rise at half-past six and clean Mistress Irene’s car and polish her shoes before breakfast, I really enjoyed cleaning her Mercedes inside and out, and spent a whole hour on her beautiful stilettoes, occasionally holding one over my nose as I polished the other to enjoy their sweaty aroma.
After breakfast Irene was about to leave and thanked Helen for everything. She loved the fact that I had been made to polish her shoes and clean her car. Just as she went to get up she almost shyly asked Helen if she could make me lick her feet one last time. Helen laughed and said she was going shopping and to take as long as she liked.
After Helen left Irene had a deliciously cruel smile on her face and had me kiss her stilettoes. Then, as I gently removed them, Irene told me she loved having a man be her slave. She wafted a nylon-coved foot close to my face and gleefully ordered, ‘Slave, feet!’
I kissed and licked the soles for about half an hour, obediently obeying her orders before she finished herself off by making me lick her to orgasm through her tights.
I have served Irene several times since, and love being made to do it by my beautiful and demanding wife.
