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I am now a slave who specializes in serving Mistress, during the day when I am at Mistress’s house I help Mistress to tidy up her room, cook, do the laundry, wash the dishes and all the other things that Mistress tells me to do, and at night I am Mistress’s sex slave for Mistress to enjoy in all the ways that she likes.
Of course, sometimes there was no distinction between day and night, for example, sometimes during the day when Mistress was at home she usually had me naked and tidying up the room, and in the kitchen with an apron on and bare behind, and at any time she would run up behind me and spank my bare bottom with her hand or a leather whip or make me stop what I was doing to serve her.
Anyway, I am Mistress’s sexual tool and plaything 24 hours a day. I am Mistress’s favorite sex slave, and I love my Mistress so much, I love to serve her.
Usually when there is nothing else to do, she usually has me naked with just a collar around my neck and ties my hands behind my back. The holster was guarded around my wrists before I was tied up, so it didn’t matter how long I was tied up, as we talked, listened to music, watched TV, read books, etc. together. Chatting, she likes to let me sit on her lap and hold me, she also tends to take off her shirt, breasts against me, we say a lot of things; reading books she likes to let me lie on her lap, my penis between her legs, the book on my ass, calmly watching; watching TV, she generally let me kneel at her feet, sometimes see the excitement of the place, she puts her foot to the edge of my mouth, so that I licked carefully, and then step on my shoulders with my feet, and then licked me. Then she gently stepped on my shoulders with her feet, I understood what she meant, and obediently put my head on the ground, with my buttocks high in the air, then she rested her feet on my buttocks, or casually spanked them with a whip.
With my hands tied behind my back I can also serve my Mistress, I have been able to use my hands tied behind my back to help my Mistress open the refrigerator to get a drink (that is, to feel cold when my ass puckers up into the refrigerator), to turn on the TV, to turn on the stereo, to get a disk, to get a book, or to get the whip that is used to punish me. Sometimes when I was slow, Mistress started to punish me, and I accepted Mistress’s punishments obediently, giving myself to her completely.
Mistress of the pee usually still go to the bathroom, but sometimes halfway through watching TV, or in the mood, she told me to open my mouth and pee directly in my mouth. Alas! What can be done about it, do the mistress of the slave has to obey all the requirements of the mistress of the well. Moreover, this shows how noble the Mistress is, and how loyal and tame a slave I am.
“Did you like the drink?” Mistress asked as she watched me finish my drink.
“Love it, thank you Mistress for the reward!” I always answer that.
I can’t eat Mistress’s poop yet, but I can already lick it up for her when she’s done, and for that, Mistress is satisfied. Mistress really loves me, and she never likes to push me too hard.
When I took my evening bath, I always served her on my knees at the tub, helping her with her bath, and after that it was time for my night of sex slavery to begin.
Mistress caresses, plays with and abuses me in many different and strange ways, which I’ll tell you about later, sometimes it’s really good and bad (oops, I’ll be damned if Mistress sees that, I wonder how she’s going to punish me!) I usually wore a collar in Mistress’s house, so she put a leash on it, made me crawl on the floor like a dog, and led me into the bedroom or into the dungeon, which was specially designed for the training and abuse of sex slaves, and where I spent many unforgettable nights.
Mistress’s dungeon had a lot of things in it, rope whips racks shackles and all sorts of weird and wacky implements, and of course the bedroom was stocked with the usual whips, ropes and shackles in the nightstand in addition to the king sized bed and mirrors. I was now a fully tamed slave, and Mistress quite liked to use me right in the bedroom.
I love to get on my knees and hold her ass and service her sex with my mouth while puckering my ass hard for her to whip with abandon in her excitement. Watching her orgasm in spurts would bring great pleasure to my heart.
Mistresses have far more orgasms than I do, and I’m always allowed to cum only with Mistress’ consent, but that’s what I’m supposed to do as a slave.
I guess I’m a born sex slave, born to serve women and be their faithful slave.
It all started one day about six months ago.
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Mistress took me to her house. As soon as I entered the room, she stripped down to her underwear, and I stood there, my heart pounding, my bottom already aroused. In the car when I felt she wanted me today, I also want very much, just the way she undressed very casually, and let me think that this is just her usual a habit only, a moment do not know how to do good, put his hand on the buttons of the blouse, looked at her and asked: “I also undress?”
Mistress looked at me with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth and said gently, “Take off your clothes.” But then ignored me, turned around and approached the bedroom.
I took off my clothes and followed into the bedroom, only to see her turn around and look at me coldly: “I just need you to take off your clothes, why did you take off your pants too!?” A very stern voice.
I was shocked, I had wanted to go up and hug her and hurry to get her clothes off and make love to her, my bottom had long been hard and high, now I was wanting and embarrassed and vaguely aggravated, but I didn’t know what to say. Instead, Mistress came over to me, her body slowly approaching me, and I shuddered as the peaks of her breasts pushed up against my chest through my bra, and the underside touched my cock through my panties.
I felt that she seemed to be aroused, and I could hardly hold back, but looking into her eyes, she ordered me not to move. She put her arms around my neck and gazed at me tenderly and said, “You want to make love to me, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh!” I nodded hurriedly. Breathing so hard that I was already somewhat speechless, I looked at her anxiously.
“If you want to make love to me, you have to listen to me. Can you listen to me?”
“Uh-huh!” I nodded again hurriedly. At the time, all I could think about was wanting her, how could I have imagined she would want me to listen to anything she had to say.
She topped me a little heavier and I just couldn’t resist.
“That’s good!” She immediately left me and ordered, “Go put your clothes on!”
“This…”
“What? You just said you’d listen to me, and now you won’t?”
“I…” I didn’t really want to get dressed, so I stood there, looking at her beggingly.
She looked at me with embarrassment and seemed to find it very amusing, but laughed and said, “If you want to have sex with me now, you can…”
“Uh-huh!” I don’t know what she’s going to ask for, but I want to promise her whatever it is and not care about anything else.
“Then beg me!”
Is it that easy to beg? Not allowing me to think any further, I hurriedly begged her, “Please, good sister!”
The hostess was several years older than me, and I used to call her my good sister later on.
“Just beg me?”
“Hmm?” What would it take to beg? Her eyes gestured, but I was a little confused as to what she meant.
“I want you on your knees begging me.” She said with some anger.
“This…” I was shocked and ashamed, how could this be?
“No? Then go!”
“No! …I do.” I hurriedly got down on my knees, a strong feeling of humiliation surging through me, and with my Mistress’s seductive thighs right in front of me, I tilted my head up: “Please, let me make love to you!” I couldn’t help myself and hugged her thighs. But I didn’t dare to touch her pussy, still tilting my face, because of the urgency, the tears are almost flowing out.
Mistress was obviously a little annoyed that I was holding her legs without permission. But by this time she was a bit unable to hold herself back, and her breathing began to deepen, but she continued to command, “Beg again!”
“Please let me make love to you! Please… please… please good sister! Please…”
“Okay! Good baby! Take off my pants!”
“Oh!” I pulled down her pants and buried my face in her pussy in one go as she wrapped her hands around my head and enjoyed the service of my mouth and tongue. Then she lay back down on the bed and spread her legs apart so that I was on my knees between her legs burying my head and servicing her bottom, one of her own hands gripping my head and neck for me to serve with all my might, the other hand removing her bra and kneading her breasts.
Soon she was very excited, I wanted to climb up, but she still wouldn’t let me, but I really wanted to, I couldn’t help but beg her: “Please let me in!”
“No!”
“Please let me in!” I wanted it so bad I couldn’t help but kiss my way up her stomach and breasts.
Mistress was happier, but pushed me away angrily when I tried to enter her: “How dare you disobey me!” She slapped me in the face. I was dumbfounded, lying on my back looking at my Mistress sitting up and looking down at me, remembering that I had said that I would listen to her, and that I shouldn’t be doing this now.
Mistress, however, seemed to regret slapping me and leaned down, saying softly, “If you want to serve me with the one below, you have to obey me completely, understand?”
I nodded hurriedly.
Mistress took a cotton white rope and a neck collar with a leash from the nightstand and ordered me, “Lie on your stomach and put your hands behind your back.” I was a little surprised, but I didn’t dare to disobey and quickly did so. Mistress rode up to my waist and back, bare-assed, and pulled my hands hard behind my back.
I couldn’t help but take a deep breath and couldn’t help but call out, “Good sister, what are you doing?”
“Shut up!” After hitting me, I didn’t dare to continue. She began to tie me with a rope, first wrapping the rope symmetrically around my upper arms twice while pulling it tight with force so that the distance between the two arms came to the shortest possible distance, forcing my chest to only be held high, then folding the two small arms together and tying them tightly with the rope. This method of tying is easy and secure, and strangles the muscles of the slave’s upper arms and chest, leaving a body full of strength and desire to be enjoyed at will, completely under her control. Then she put a collar on me and led me up, I looked at her with some trepidation, I now had no autonomy at all and was completely at her mercy.
She grabbed the collar and gently tightened it around my neck, gazing at me and asking softly, “How do you feel, baby?”
“I…” I didn’t know what to say, as if I couldn’t call myself a good sister anymore.
“Call me Mistress! From now on you are my slave, a male slave to be used to serve me and fulfill my sexual desires!”
“I… yes, Mistress, I am your slave… a male slave to be used to serve you and satisfy your sexual desires…” Having the humiliating feeling of being completely possessed by her and belonging to her as soon as I was mounted and tied up by her, I genuinely called out to her as Mistress.
Mistress laid down and took me by the neck and put me on top of her, my erect cock was already pushing against her pussy but I didn’t dare to stick it in, she made me just pucker my ass and with her other hand she took a riding crop out of the cupboard and smacked my unsuspecting ass, I went “AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Grunted.
“Stick it in and serve me with your sex, slave!”
“Yes, Mistress!”
Since my hands were tightly bound and my neck was held by her, all I could do was jerk my ass hard, and the whole thing seemed to be just a sex tool to be used to serve the woman. Mistress began to moan, looked up at my tied arms and ass, swinging the whip, every time my ass puckered to the highest point of the whip fell on the ass, because in the excitement, do not know the control of the weight, completely wantonly, every time I can not help but “ah!” I can’t tell whether it’s pleasure or pain.
“Come on, harder!” My mistress ordered me with a heavier whip, and I pushed my ass harder…
“Ah… slave!” As Mistress reached her climax, one hand held my neck even harder, while the other simply threw off the whip and wrapped her hands around my ass to let my cock push deep inside her.
“Cum, slave! I command you to cum!”
“Ah, Mistress… yes… thank you Mistress.” I also had an orgasm, and my penis pumped uncontrollably inside her…
I lay still beside my Mistress, bound by the woman, neck in hand, serving her at the behest of her whip, and finally cumming at her command. The feeling of belonging to her, of being possessed by her, filled me in that moment, and it would not subside for a long time, even after that.
I woke up the next morning with my head buried between my Mistress’s gentle breasts, my heart filled with love for her: “Mistress, I love serving you!”
“Really?” Mistress laughed.
“Hmmm! I’m the sex slave used to serve you, let me be your slave forever!”
“Really? Don’t you regret it!”
As I looked at Mistress’s puzzling smile, I felt a little uneasy again. My ass is still sore from her wanton whipping yesterday, and I don’t know what other methods Mistress will use to abuse me in the future, “I…” I hesitated again, but when I thought of the gentle feeling of being Mistress’ sex slave yesterday, the whipping only increased the pleasure of being owned by her and her owning me, and even now afterward, the whipping marks and pain only make me want to love and obey her more. Even now, the whip marks and pain have only made me want to love and obey her even more.
“I don’t think I can stay away from you anymore, Mistress. As long as you don’t drive your slave away, the slave is content.”
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After that I began to do the mistress of the sex slave, at first I do not live in the mistress of the home, the mistress when I want me to call me over. Mistress is usually very busy, there was a marriage, but because both sides of the career personality is too strong, she refused to give up their own careers, the relationship between the two more and more estranged, and then her husband fell in love with other women, and finally the two broke up.
A man with money can play with a woman, a woman with money can play with a man,” the hostess thought to herself after getting angry.
But it doesn’t even matter to me if she has money or not, I love her and am happiest when I’m around her.
Before she made me her sex slave, Mistress also had two other slaves: one white and one black.
At one point, Mistress just called all three of us to serve her. The three of us male slaves undressed together and knelt before her, our sexual desires having already made our bottoms rise high. Mistress, however, was in no hurry, and put collars on each of us, and with one hand on each of the three belts, the three of us were led by her across the floor. Because the belts weren’t long, the three of us couldn’t help but collide and climb awkwardly, but Mistress didn’t care in the slightest, just pulling on the belts, even picking up speed and not letting us stand up as we descended the stairs into the basement. We were in a mess trying to follow the steps of the hostess to climb down the stairs, the original kneeling of course can not crawl, can only slightly pawing the feet, but this makes the lower half of the body even more forward, and the upper body is going down the stairs, but can not help but stumble, the three of us rolled and slid down the stairs (fortunately, the staircase is covered with a soft carpet), but do not dare to touch the hostess, and desperately use their hands to support.
Mistress stopped and turned around, looking at our three male slaves in embarrassed embarrassment, their flesh intertwined with each other, and was probably thinking of going down to the basement to tie us up before whipping us later, when the whip couldn’t resist swinging down, striking the three male slaves headlessly on their backs, asses, and thighs, which were forced to be held up taller than they should have been.
The long leather whip cut through the air, sometimes landing on a man’s thigh, a man’s ass, or a man’s back at the same time, and the men’s screams rose and fell. The black slave was very muscular, probably more resistant to beatings, screaming “ah, ah”; the white slave seemed to be a little older, probably because of previous training, every time the whip fell on his body, he thanked his mistress with a “Thank you mistress! “I, however, used to beg my Mistress, screaming under the whip, “Ah… please spare me, Mistress…”, but in my heart, I still wanted it very much, but I was really afraid of the pain, which was very contradictory.
But Mistress seems to like to whip me, I was hiding on one side, the white slave in the middle, she greeted me more, and then simply ordered me to switch to the middle, almost every whip with me, and ordered me not only not to dodge, but also to pucker up my buttocks to meet her whip.
Then Mistress had us all serve her with our bodies, two men on their knees on either side of her servicing her breasts with their mouths, while she grasped their erect rods with both hands and spread her legs so that I could serve her bottom, screaming out in pleasure. Finally, the three of us were told to form a triangle on our knees, with our upper bodies tilted back as far as possible, and the heads of our three erect penises pushed against each other, and at Mistress’s command, we simultaneously ejaculated our semen… Finally, the three of us embraced our Mistress together, and we went to sleep together with her.
Slowly I became the mistress of the common slave, then one day when the mistress came to me, saw me walking with a female classmate, driving me to the car, obviously a little upset, asked me what is that person, I said: “is a common classmate ah!” The hostess did not ring, stopped for a while and said: “I do not like to see you walk with her.”
“But we have nothing?”
“But I don’t like it!”
“Then you have other men too!”
“I’m the master, of course I can have many slaves!”
“Fine.” I pouted and stopped ringing.
After a while Mistress said, “Are you unhappy that I have other slaves?”
“It’s… okay to serve you together, but…”
“But what?”
“I guess it was an emotional dislike. I… I love you…” Being a sex slave used to satisfy her sexual desires, I didn’t dare to say the word love to her, but I really loved her.
Mistress stopped ringing. After a moment of silence, she said, “I love you too, baby.”
That night Mistress tied me up tightly and made me lie on the bed as she walked out of the bedroom, I thought she didn’t know what tricks she had come up with to torment me, but then I saw her come back with a sharp fruit knife, and I watched in some amazement as she pressed it against my chest and gently scratched it against my chest and said to me, “If you dare to change your mind I’m going to kill you.”
“How could I change my mind! I love you with all my heart!”
“Well, you’ll have to remember that!”
“Well, I will always love you! My life belongs to you! If I really change my mind, you can just tie me up… dig out my… with a knife…” But she hurriedly stopped her mouth: “Fool! I wouldn’t really hurt you!” Then she added: “Hmph, little slave, I don’t care about you, only I will not want you… Alas, if I don’t want you someday, what will you do?”
“I… I’ll just beg you!”
“Beg me and I won’t.”
“Then I’ll beg again, I’ll kneel at your feet and hug your legs and beg.”
“I still don’t agree.”
“Then… then I’ll die of sadness!”
“Don’t worry, my favorite slave, how could I not want you!”
Then the hostess let me live in her house, the original bar job quit, in addition to studying at school is back to serve the hostess. My income is mainly scholarships, the bar does not do, just a little less money, it does not matter much, I am not in a hurry, after a year of master’s degree in computer science is still quite good to find a job.
Mistress is often very busy, sometimes very late to come home, I every day to make a good meal to tidy up the room, and then kneel at the door waiting for her. When she came back, I helped her undress and take off her shoes and kissed her: “Are you tired? Good sister?”
“Well, serve me well, slave.”
When I come back, I always say something gently, and then wait for her to eat, take a bath, chat with her, read books, watch TV, surf the Internet, play computer, etc. Of course, she always holds the remote control of the TV, but she often asks me what I want to watch, and if there’s nothing she really wants to watch, she’ll let me watch what I want to watch.
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Sometimes she would take me to a club where the queen male slaves played. The club played lewd music, a few men on the stage performing, some body naked, some wearing strange clothes, body chained, dancing and singing with the music, to please the women on the stage. The woman’s body put a whip and other implements, can be whipped at any time on the stage of the man, there is that kind of lasso condom, want to which man with their own lasso condom, set up, you can take him off the stage, into the room next to the enjoyment of any, or directly let him in the hall to serve.
When I went in, I saw a woman grabbing a man’s penis that was ejaculating, all the semen shot in a cup, the cup has been half a cup of semen, the man behind a man with a cock in the waiting, and so the man ejaculated and climbed away, the woman took the chain that bolted to the back of the man’s lower body, and then let the man ejaculate, and finally set nearly a cup full, and they all drank it down. Her lower body was licked by a man who swallowed all the bodily fluids that came out.
Mistress doesn’t like me to be whipped and played with, so she won’t let me go on stage and keeps me on a leash.
One table was more interesting, under the glass top were two naked men, upper bodies bent over and tied under the table top, the four legs were the four legs of the table, and next to them a woman was sipping a beer with a sultry demeanor. My hostess went over to her, she greeted her and sat down, dragging over a stool, which, on closer inspection, was also made of men hunched over and tied up.
The hostess sat up and laughed, “I’ll want you to be my table and stool later, too!”
I was already aroused by the sight, my cock pushed the leather panties tightly against me, eagerly longing for my Mistress to release it, my hands were already tied by my Mistress, otherwise I might have had to hold myself back from pulling my pants off. Instead, Mistress just kept me on my knees, talking to the woman herself.
After a while the woman offered to exchange slaves, Mistress also came to interest, asked me if I would like, I refused, although the woman is also very sexy, but I only like sex with Mistress, I said: “I only like to be your slave ah!”
“But I want to play with other slaves, I’ll have to trade you for someone else, I don’t want you anymore.”
“No way! You said you wouldn’t not want me!” I got anxious all of a sudden.
“Just one night…” But the woman interrupted, “Don’t talk to these cheap men.” And she signaled the mistress to use the whip.
Mistress picked up the whip and said, “Answer or not?”
“Woo…” I tried to beg her, but I was immediately whipped, so I had to comply.
Mistress handed me over to the other, and then took the other man, and each of us male slaves served the other’s Mistress, but I glanced from time to time to see if Mistress was there. After a while, Mistress led the man into the room, and I hurriedly followed, saying, “Don’t go, Mistress!”
Mistress looked at me, smiled somewhat helplessly, and sent the man back off as the woman said, “You male slave, how are you trained!”
Mistress laughed: “No way, go back and punish him again!” Taking the whip, she came over and hit me a little bit, I was happy to lean on her lap.
She had wanted to taste multiple other men that day, but then she didn’t get rid of me and just punished me by kneeling in the room and watching her being serviced by three men, but she seemed a little distracted as well and left after a while.
When I got home, I thought she was disinterested because I had stirred her up, but as soon as she got home, she took off her pants and eagerly ordered, “Serve me!”
I hastened to my knees as well, holding her legs tight and burying my face in her tender pussy to serve her.
After a while, I pulled my pants down, puckered my round ass, and begged, “Whip me, Master!”
“Mmmm, slave!” Mistress swung the whip down hard in pleasure.
This is the first time I have actively begged for a Mistress whipping, in the past, although my heart also liked Mistress whippings, I was too embarrassed to actively beg for them. Mistress look at the slave last time on the body of the whip marks well, will be added to the slave body whip marks, so that the slave will always be in the possession of her desire. Now I couldn’t help but start begging her, every whipping I received from her made my heart flutter and made it belong to her more deeply.
After a moment, she moaned, “Carry me into my room, slave.”
I carried her into the room, my body unencumbered but my mind a complete slave to her, mouthing Mistress, thrusting my cock into her, feeling like the whole thing just belonged to her.
“Ah! Slave!” She took in my cock, turned around and pinned me down, frantically possessing me… We held each other tightly.
Anyway, I think it’s a good relationship, and there’s nothing wrong with it even if it lasts. A slave doesn’t have to care about anything, just obey his master. And the master? In fact, you don’t have to care about anything either, just satisfy yourself with your slave as you wish. Sex in each other have mutual attachment taste, only this master and slave relationship can let people get the deepest taste, as long as both sides of the heart love each other, this feeling is the most wonderful in the world.