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	“Keep your eyes down” His Mistresses voice is cold and impersonal as she raises her hand and delivers a cold SLAP across his face. He felt the sting on his cheek short and sharp and he quickly lowered his eyes. He was only 14 hours into 48 hours of servitude, could he really meet the challenge he had dreamt of so often. He was finding it a lot harder than he ever imagined. He had hinted to his Mistress that he would like to be a total slave for the whole weekend not having any input into anything that happened. She had said a weekend was a long time, pointing out that she would not want to have to think of things to amuse him for the whole time. He had insisted that he would be happy just to know that he was serving her and doing as she ordered. So now a few weeks later, she had thought about his request and was putting it into practice. When he arrived at Her home yesterday evening straight from work he had been instructed to strip naked and a collar was placed around his neck. Not one of the normal soft leather collars, this was a very plain black collar from a pet store, still hard and inflexible. He had then been given a long list of things he was to do and not to do. No speaking unless spoken too. No eye contact. No eating or drinking without permission. No toileting without permission. The collar stays put day and night. No clothes unless instructed. Any erections will be punished. No orgasms. You do as you are told first time and without hesitation. When not under instruction you are to remain kneeling or cross-legged on the floor, eyes down, hands resting on knees or by your sides. No fidgeting. She had said it was all very simple and so she expected not to have to punish him at all during the weekend. The time was to start at 6.30 on Friday evening and would stay in place until 6.30 Sunday evening. He had been elated at the thought of it. 48 hours of total servitude. Starting with instruction to prepare a meal. “Yes Mistress what do you want me to cook?” He had asked so submissively. SLAP! Her hand struck hard and sharp across his face. “Did I give you permission to speak?” Her voice was cold. He lowered his eyes, his face reddening from the impact and butterflies of anticipation and longing to please building in his stomach. “Your instructions are in the kitchen” she walked away from him without a second look. He wandered into the kitchen to find a printed page with instructions to prepare spaghetti bolognaise for two, but to only lay the table for one. He worked quickly making one of his favourite dishes. He knew his way around a kitchen but his repertoire was limited. It had felt strange being naked in the kitchen and he thought about using a tea towel to protect his delicate parts but had decided against it. At the end of his instructions he had been instructed to knock on the living room door when the meal was ready to be served. Laying the table, he had a great thrill at setting only one place. He wondered where or when he would eat. A bottle of red wine and garlic bread were to accompany the meal. Everything was prepared so he had knocked on the living room door and waited. He had not heard any noise inside the room and his Mistress had not come to the door so he had knocked again and then a third time before popping his head around the door. His Mistress was sitting reading a book. She looked up and shook her head. He had known he was in trouble, but she simply stood up and walked past him into the dining room. She sat at the table and instructed him to pour her wine and then to serve up two helpings of bolognaise, one to her and the other to remain on the work service in the kitchen. He had done as he was told and as she ate he had stood by the dining room door hands behind his back watching her eat, topping up her wine and passing her the garlic bread. Once she had eaten he had been instructed to clear away the table and then to come to her in the living room. He knocked and entered the living room once she had told him to do. He walked over keeping his eyes down. She had told him to kneel and he had done so. He had not been ready for what was to happen next. She stood above him, so close that he could smell her perfume. “Firstly you need to learn patience. The knock on the door was to let me know the meal was ready NOT an instruction for me to jump. Do you understand?” “Yes Mistress, I’m ” He had started to apologise but was stopped by her grabbing him roughly by the chin. ”Yes Mistress will suffice, I was asking if you understood not for a feeble apology or excuses. Learn that what you have to say is of no relevance here.” Her voice was harsher than he had ever heard before. She was cold, hard and totally detached. She released his chin and continued. “The meal was acceptable however your service was not. You stared at me while I ate, it is not your place to watch me or to anticipate my needs, you are a slave, here to do as you are told. You fill my wine glass only when told to do so, not when YOU think it needs filling. You need to understand you are not here to think but merely to serve. Do you understand?” “Yes Mistress” He understood. He had tried so hard yet he had failed. He had wanted to serve her, but had made decisions that were not his to make. He felt his stomach tighten, he kept his eyes lowered, his head bowed and he was glad of this as he was shocked that he could feel tears stinging his eyes. He awaited his punishment but there was none. He was simply told to return to the kitchen and eat his meal and then clean up. When he was finished he was permitted a trip to the bathroom and then he was to remain in the hallway at the bottom of the stair in case he was needed. He had sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen eating his lukewarm meal feeling dejected. He had been hoping he would be made to eat if off the floor like a dog while she watched and humiliated him. He had expected punishment maybe the cane short and sharp strokes across his behind or taken over her knee and spanked, but none of this had happened and he felt deflated. He finished his meal and cleaned the kitchen making sure everywhere was just as he knew his Mistress liked it. As he worked he felt pride in what he was doing and the low that had come over him while he was eating was lifted. This was his Mistresses kitchen and he was happy to clean it. Once he was finished and had been to the bathroom he went and knelt in the hallway, remembering his earlier instructions. It felt like he had been there for hours but in reality it had only been fifteen minutes or so when he heard his Mistress voice calling “slave”. He was on his feet and into the living room as fast as lightning. ”You enter my room without knocking do you?” In his haste he had not thought about knocking. “Go back to your place at the bottom of the stairs I don’t need you any more” He wanted to protest to say he wanted to do whatever she had wanted him to but simply went back to his place kneeling, eyes lowered, hands on his knees. He heard her coming and hoped she would want him to run a bath for her or to massage her or even perform some sexual act. The thought crept down to his groin and he realised that he had an erection. As she passed him he thought she had taken no notice of him at all. She walked up the stairs and into the bathroom. Thinking of his Mistress peeing turned him on even more and the forbidden erection became harder. As she came down the stairs he realised that she could not miss his massive erection. ”Slave you were told NO erections. Upstairs into the shower on cold and stand there until I tell you you can get out.” She walked back into the living room. He rose and went to the bathroom. The shower was already set for the coldest setting. His Mistress must have seen his erection on her way up the stairs. He stood in the cold water gasping for breath as the cold water washed away any sexual desires he had. His erection was now gone and his body was starting to shiver. He wanted to get out but he had not been told to. He listened for her steps coming to allow him out of the cold but he could not hear any. He felt that he had been in there for much longer than he had and when he heard her enter the bathroom he lowered his eyes. She turned the water up to a warm setting “When you are warm get out and dry and back to your place” Again she walked away from him. The warmth of the water was wonderful but her coldness sent a new chill through him He had been left at the bottom of the stairs for most of the evening. Just serving her another glass of wine when instructed and being allowed another bathroom trip before he was told to run her a bath. He had become bored and the rough collar was rubbing since it had got wet in the shower. He had tried hard to think positively about serving his Mistress and about his place in the world of female supremacy but this only started things happening between his legs and he did not want another cold shower. Running the bath he thought of washing his Mistresses back like he had done so often before, about rubbing her feet and applying cream to her soft delicate skin. The boredom was gone and he was starting to feel alive once more. However it was short lived as when she arrived in the bathroom he had been sent back to the bottom of the stairs. Once she had bathed and put on her long flowing white negligee she walked down the stairs with a sleeping bag. ”Slave you sleep here on the floor. You may use the bathroom now and you may use it once more before I rise in the morning no more than that. If you need a drink you may have water out of the kitchen tap. Nothing else.” With that she was gone, her scent lingering in the air. He had slept restlessly in the hallway. He was starting to doubt his place in the world, he had so wanted to be a slave, Her slave, but now he was starting to feel that he was not good enough to serve Her. By morning he was feeling stiff, tired and very low. The collar had rubbed him and his joints ached from kneeling and sleeping on the hard floor. He was not used to hardships even if his dreams and desires were those of hardship and servitude. He went to the bathroom. In the shower he washed away the stiffness from the night and the warmth of the water brightened his spirits. He would excel today and show his Mistress just what a good slave he was. Once finished in the bathroom he rolled up the sleeping bag and sat on the bottom step of the stairs listening and waiting for his Mistress to wake. He did not have to wait long he heard her moving around and took up his kneeling position. ”Slave make me coffee and toast and bring it up to me” She shouted from the top of the stairs and he jumped on his feet and did as he was told. He remembered to knock on her bedroom door and waited to be told to enter. He placed the tray on the bedside table and then knelt at the bottom of the bed as she instructed. His Mistress rose from her bed and as she moved past him he looked up to see her face. “Keep your eyes down” His Mistresses voice is cold and impersonal as she raises her hand and delivers a cold SLAP across his face. As he lowered his eyes he caught a glimpse of the clock on his Mistresses bedside table. 8:30 am. He had been her slave for just 14 hours and he still had a further 34 hours to go. He was finding it much harder than he had imagined but was sure he would do better. He thought that maybe his Mistress would deliver a punishment for all his mistakes. Keeping his head still he let his eyes look over to the ottoman where she kept most of her toys. He thought about the cane and the heavy flogger both tools that had been used as punishments in the past. He let his mind wander as his Mistress ate the toast and drank the coffee while flicking through a magazine. “slave” her voice brought him back to reality. “Cold shower” she spoke only two words and he realised he had, whilst daydreaming, become erect. He rose and turning the shower onto its coldest setting stood under the water. He was angry at himself for letting his mind wander. He was also confused by what was happening. He wanted to serve his Mistress, he wanted to do as he was told but why was it all going so wrong? He started to shiver with the cold water and looked to the bathroom door waiting for her to allow him out. She did not appear and he started to think about getting out of the shower, but he knew that was wrong. She appeared at the doorway and he averted his eyes. ”Turn it onto warm, wash and toilet yourself. Then make my bed and clean up my breakfast things. Then get to your position at the bottom of the stairs.” There was no emotion whatsoever in her voice, it was a simple instruction nothing more. He did as he was told. Making her bed he could smell her scent lingering on the bed linen and he longed to be with her, to hold her, love her, caress her. He longed to feel her fingers stroke his hair but mostly he wanted to please her. Once back at the stairs he sat cross legged letting his mind wander but being careful of where it went as he did not want another erection. He was happy that his Mistresses house was warm, it would have been really miserable if he had been in a cold room or even in the cellar. He thought about the cellar under his Mistresses house and how they had talked of turning it into a playroom. He stopped that train of thoughtquickly. It was a dangerous road to go down as he could already feel pleasure growing in his groin. The collar was now really rubbing him. He thought how his neck would be marked by the time it was taken off. He put his finger up and moved it away from his skin, the leather still feeling damp. The living room door opened and she walked passed him without acknowledging he was there. He could hear the shower running and his Mistress going about her morning routine, drying her hair. Then he could smell her perfume drifting down the stairs. He waited, longing to be called. “slave” he was shouted and quickly moved to the bedroom door and knocked. Once told to enter he came in and stood just inside the door keeping his eyes down, awaiting his instructions. “I am going out. You may use the bathroom no more than twice while I am gone. You may have a bowl of cereal with milk, other than that you may drink only water. While I am out you may spend time in the kitchen. You can watch tv in there or amuse yourself in any way you please but not sexually. Do you understand?” “Yes Mistress” he answered and left her bedroom and went to the bottom of the stairs once more. He knelt upright with his hands on his knees, keeping his back as straight as he could his head bowed his eyes lowered. He wanted her to see how hard he was trying. She breezed past him without a second look. He was alone in the house. He went into the kitchen and had cereal, then he looked at what was on the tv. Flicking from one channel to the other he soon got bored. He looked around for something to do. He noticed some newspapers, yesterdays local evening paper and today’s paper. He puzzled for a few minutes and then realised they must have been delivered when he was in the shower. He settled down at the table to read the papers. He read the articles that interested him first. Then some of the others and soon he realised he had read both papers from front to back. He looked at the kitchen clock 12:20. He went to put the kettle on for a cup of tea then realised he was not permitted that, so he poured himself a glass of water and turned the tv back on. He flicked through the channels once more. Finding football on BBC1, he settled down to watch it. His nakedness started to concern him. It had not bothered him at all while his Mistress had been there, but now he was alone and doing a mundane thing like watching football on the tv, he suddenly felt disturbed by it. What if someone came to the door? He had not been told to answer it so he would ignore it. He tried to concentrate on the football. His hand kept falling into his lap aimlessly grasping his penis. It was only as he gently stroked it into life did he realise what he was doing. He stood up and paced around the kitchen. He did not want an erection, his Mistress could be home at any moment and he did not want to have another cold shower. At 1:00am the football finished and he realised he needed to go to the bathroom. He walked up the stairs and used the toilet. He washed his hands lingering in the bathroom. He looked at his Mistresses toiletries picking up bottles and smelling their contents. Reluctantly he walked slowly back down the stairs to the kitchen. BBC1 was now showing a repeat of a comedy that he had not liked the first time round. He poured himself another drink of water and drank it down. As he washed and dried his glass he thought that maybe he should not drink to much more as he was only allowed to use the bathroom once more before his Mistress returned and he did not know how long she would be. He looked at the clock, time was going very slowly. It was now 1:40 he turned the tv onto BBC2. An old black and white war film was on. It looked like it had not long started. Should he watch this? Surely his Mistress would be back soon, she had left him for so long. He was bored and still feeling uncomfortable about being naked. He decided to settle down and watch the film. When the end titles rolled he was glad he had decided to watch it, not just because it was a good film but it had wasted away another hour. He stood up and wandered around the kitchen opening drawers and cupboards. He had cooked in his Mistresses kitchen many times and had cleaned it even more times. It was all familiar and yet today he felt like he was prying into areas that he was not supposed to go. He turned the tv off and flicked through the newspapers again turning to the tv page. There really wasn’t anything on that interested him. He got himself another drink of water, more for something to do than the need for refreshment. Slowly he washed the glass and polished it before returning it to its place in the cupboard. He thought about cleaning the cupboards, maybe that was something he should have done. They were not dirty but it would have given him something to do. However these things were his Mistresses and did not concern him. The previous weekend as her submissive he would have not thought twice about cleaning them but now he was starting to realise that a slaves place is very different to a submissives. The clocked ticked slowly. He wandered around the kitchen stopping and looking out of the window into the garden. He smiled to himself as he remembered working in the garden alongside his Mistress. She teasing him saying he should be naked and him secretly wishing she would order him to strip. He needed to pee again and wandered up the stairs to the bathroom. This time he did not linger. He was becoming concerned that his Mistress had been out all day. His feelings now were a mixture of concern that she was ok and anger and disappointment at how the weekend was going. Back in the kitchen the clock clicked onto 4:00pm. He sighed and reached for the tv remote. Maybe he could find something to watch he thought when he heard the front door open. His heart leaped with relief that she was ok and excitement as to what might happen now. He was not prepared for what he heard next. She was laughing and chatting to someone else. He strained to hear what was being said, desperate to know who else was there. He stood up, placing his hands in front of his penis, now very conscious at being naked. His heart quickened, what if she brought them into the kitchen? He was not prepared for this. It had never entered his head that she would involve others. The laugher went into the living room and then the kitchen door opened and his Mistress stood before him. “I have guests slave, there is wine in the cellar. Open a bottle of red and one of white and bring it into the kitchen with four wine glasses.” She did not wait for an answer but turned to leave. ”Mistress” His voice was pleading. She turned and looked at him, his head was bowed and his eyes lowered. He was standing with his shoulders slouched forward and his hands covering his penis. His whole posture begged for help. ”If you are my slave you will do as you are told without hesitation. Whether I have guests or not.” She turned once more to leave and then added. “You have a safeword” She hesitated just long enough. He had not used it so she returned to her guests. He had been tempted to safeword, yet now his Mistress was back he wanted to serve her and if that meant serving her guests while naked he would do it. He knocked on the door and he heard his Mistress tell him to enter straight away. He carried the tray to the coffee table not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. If he did not look at them maybe they would not look at him. As soon as the tray was on the table one of the guests stood up and started pouring wine. He chatted to the other guests completely ignoring the slave. Slave moved to the door not knowing if he should leave or remain. His Mistress saw his hesitation. “slave we are eating out tonight, so you may prepare yourself an omelette, put some vegetables in with it and have some bread with it. You will not be needed until we return so you may remain in the kitchen as before.” His heart sank with her words going around his head. “You will not be needed.” He felt completely useless. “We are eating out” He felt left out and rejected. “Until we return” meant they were all coming back. He started to chop some onions and looked to see what other vegetables there were to put in his omelette when the door opened. His Mistress breezed in. “We are off out. Clear up the living room and you may choose books from my bookshelf to read if you wish, one more bathroom break is permitted” and with that she was gone. It was almost 10:30 when they arrived back. He had made and eaten his omelette then cleaned up the living room and kitchen before choosing a book. As they arrived back he was sitting in the kitchen reading the book. He was bored and miserable. He heard them go into the living room. He then heard the male voice shout “slave in here now” He stood up his blood boiling. How dare he call him a slave and order him around. Yet he knew that he was the slave of his Mistress and this man was his Mistresses guest. He knocked on the living room door waiting for permission to enter. He heard his Mistress laughing and chatting with her guests. He realised that there was one male and two female guests. He was told to enter and he stood just inside the door. “Oh he is good” one of the female guests said. “Stop teasing him” his Mistress spoke rising from her chair and moving over to him. “Slave we are in need of entertainment, I want you to give each of my guests oral sex starting with Master Gareth” She walked over and stood with her had on her male guests shoulder and the other hand on her hip looking directly at her slave. He had never given a man a blow job and he did not want to. His hesitation told of his feelings. Then slowly he moved towards the male guest and knelt down. His Mistress threw back her head and laughed the other guests joined in. ”Its ok slave you don’t have to. See I told you he was a terrible slave. He hesitates whenever you give him a simple order” He stood up and stood naked in the middle of the room, everyone's eyes on him. He felt his cheeks burning, partly with shame and humiliation but partly with anger. ”Oh leave the poor boy alone” One of the females stood up and walked over to him and started to fondle his bottom. “I think he is kinda cute. Can I buy him off you?” His Mistress came close to him “how much you offering?” “Oh I don’t know maybe we could come up with a figure.” The guest let her hand move up from his bottom over his back letting her nails drag on his skin. “Back to the kitchen slave” His Mistress dismissed him and as he left the room he heard his Mistress continue “We don’t want him hearing us discuss money now do we” As he closed the door laughter rang out once more. He spent the next few hours serving drinks and making coffee. Most of the time it was direct orders and he was ignored, other times humiliation comments were directed towards him. It was gone 1:00am when Master Gareth left with one of the female guests. He was called into the living room. His Mistress was sitting on the sofa with the remaining guest sitting at her feet. His Mistress lovingly stroked the hair of the female who looked up into her eyes. “We are off to bed now” she said giving the girl at her feet a knowing look. “You will clean up and then sleep as you did last night, same rules apply” with that both women stood up. His Mistress took hold of the girl and kissed her deeply and passionately. He could not help but watch his mouth falling open. A cold hard slap across his face brought him out of the trance. His Mistress left the room. He did as he was instructed, cleaning up then sneaking quietly up the stairs to use the bathroom. He could hear his Mistress flogging the girl. He lingered on the landing wanting to be part of what was going on but knew his place. The past 31 hours had shown him that. He went to the bottom of the stairs listening to his Mistress enjoying the female submissive while he tried hard not to get an erection but failing miserably. As tears fell down his cheeks, he heard the female submissive cry out in pleasure and his Mistresses voice telling her to “take it bitch” He hand found his erect penis and he wanked himself until he came. The next morning he woke early. Realising he had let his Mistess and himself down he went to the bathroom with a sinking heart. He had seen his Mistress play with other subs before and he knew she was bi-sexual and was very open about having sex with others. Yet seeing it and hearing it had hurt him and yet also excited him. As he knelt at the bottom of the stairs waiting for his Mistress to wake up he thought about the weekend. It had not been at all like he had expected. He had wanted to serve in his way and that was the problem. If he was a slave he did not have the right to put what he wanted into the equation. He was starting to understand why his Mistress had said she wanted a submissive and not a slave. She had told him many times that slavery was not what he thought it would be and she had been right. She had also told him that it was just snobbery that he wanted to be called a slave rather than a submissive. He had not liked this nor agreed but now he was starting to see that again his Mistress was right. He heart missed a beat as he heard movement from the bedroom. Then his Mistresses voice shouted down. ”Slave, cooked breakfast and coffee” Then almost as if it was an after thought “for three” His heart jumped in his chest. Breakfast for three. By the time he had prepared three full English breakfast the two woman entered the kitchen. He had laid the table for two hoping that he had not overstepped the mark. His Mistress sat down at the head of the table and indicated to the female submissive to take the other seat. “Slave” she called him over “you may join us for breakfast.” He thanked his Mistress and laid a third place at the table. He enjoyed serving up the breakfast with orange juice and lots of coffee. His Mistress and the female submissive chatted away as they ate. He ate his breakfast in silence keeping his eyes on his plate but taking in every word that was spoken. As he listened he realised that this submissive was the one that his Mistress had spoken about. She had put to him that she would like to introduce him to a female submissive so she could play with them together. He had liked the idea but had not expected to meet her in quite this manner. As they finished the breakfast his Mistress and the submissive got up and left the room leaving him alone in the kitchen. He sat for a few minutes not sure if he was to clean up or not. He had not been told to do so and he had been told not to think for himself. He need not have worried as his Mistress came back into the room. “Slave that was a very good breakfast, clean up in here and then come to the living room” He cleaned the kitchen with a light heart. She had said he had done a good breakfast, she seemed pleased with him. He worked quickly but was thorough in cleaning and tiding the kitchen. He felt more comfortable in his nakedness with his Mistress and the female submissive and was getting use to working this way. As he knocked on the living room door he waited to be called in. He was surprised when the door was answered by the female submissive. She only opened the door just enough for her to slip out of the room. “Hello slave” She spoke gently “my name is Steph, Mistress has told me to blindfold you.” She gently placed a lightweight blindfold over his eyes and her voice continued lightly as she tied it “thanks for breakfast it was smashing. I was starving after last night” he smiled shyly and she gave his shoulders a comforting pat before leading him into the living room. His Mistress took hold of his arm and he felt cuffs being placed on his wrists and at the same time, on his ankles. He realised Steph must be helping. He felt his legs pushed apart and a spreader bar attached, keeping his feet about three feet apart, He was bent forward and his wrist cuffs attached to the spreader bar also. He had to concentrate, so that he did not lose his balance. “There you go Steph, a perfect arsehole for you to learn how to use a strap-on” He heard his Mistresses voice and became aware that he had an erection. Both women laughed. “Oh Mistress, I am not sure if I can do it” Steph protested. He felt pressure on his arse but could not more away from it without losing his balance. There was no lube and he felt panic rise in him but the pressure was only light and did not intrude. “Mistress could you not show me how to use it first?” He relaxed as he knew his Mistress was an expert at using a strap on. She took his arse often and he always enjoyed it. “No Steph, you know what to do. Don’t be shy. Here use this lube” He heard his Mistresses voice. Both woman were behind him now and he could hear movement but did now know what was going on. Then he felt it lube being inserted into his arsehole. The movement was awkward and un-confident. He felt the lube dribble down the crack of his arse. Fear of an inexperienced sub fucking his arse scared him. He had been trained to take a strap on but that was from someone who knew what she was doing. He then felt the end of the dildo at the opening to his arse. “Don’t be frightened of hurting him. He is only a slave” His Mistresses voice dug deep into him. “Only?” He wanted to be a slave but not “Only.” He wanted to be special, to be loved and wanted. He did not get time to dwell on her words as the dildo pressed gently into his arse. Not to far just an inch or two and then was taken out altogether. “Oh Steph, come on girl, I want you to fuck his arse so do it or Ill put you in the cuffs and he can fuck yours” His Mistresses words were harsh. He felt the dildo once more on his arse. This time a hand held gently onto his hip. He felt the dildo press in a bit more firmly this time. The spreader bar kept him from moving. As the dildo pushed into him he had to push back onto it to stop himself from falling forward. The dildo was well lubed and he had been able to relax enough. The strap on went in and out slowly not to deep at first. He then felt Steph take hold of him by the hips and with a little more pressure, the dildo went in all the way. “Yes, well done, very good” He heard his Mistress speak. He knew it was to Steph but he hoped it also referred to him. “That’s it you are all the way in now, so FUCK HIM” He felt the strap-on deep inside him, he felt Stephs hands holding his hips firmly as he rocked back and forth as she fucked his arse. He kept his balance by pushing back against the six inch dildo as it fucked deep into his arse. He felt a hand on his cock. No, he thought realising he had an erection. He thought of cold showers and the trouble he would be in. However the hand worked on his cock as the dildo violated his arse over and over and his pleasure was building. He could not last much longer and though knowing he was told not to speak he needed to ask, to beg. ”Mistress please allow me to come. Please” His voice was pleading and the hand on his cock worked harder while the strap on was still pumping in and out of his willing arse. “Please Mistress” “Come you dirty slave” As the words hit his ears his hot spunk shot out onto his Mistresses carpet. As he shot his load the strap on was taken out and he lost his balance, falling onto his knees. He felt the spreader bar being removed and then the blindfold being taken off. “Slave you have made a mess on my carpet. Lick it clean” His Mistress was cold and as impersonal to him as she had been all weekend. He bent forward licking up is own come off the carpet while his Mistress kissed Steph passionately, telling her how well she had done. “Hurry up slave you have another job to do. The strap on needs attention from your mouth” As the last of his spunk was cleaned off the carpet Steph stood in front of him still wearing the strap on. ”Clean it boy” She said her trying to make her it sound like an order but somehow it came out all wrong. He felt a smile come to his lips, but not for long. ”You were told to clean the strap-on, get your mouth around it” This time there was no doubt as his Mistress snapped out her orders. He tentatively took the dildo into his mouth, sucking it clean and licking down its length. As he did so the two women laughed at him. “The only thing a slaves mouth is any use for is cleaning shit off my dildos” His Mistress said. “Well he seems to be enjoying it” Steph came back “He is nearly eating it” Their laughter only made him work on the dildo even harder. It all came to an end when his Mistress snapped. “Enough. Slave go shower and then wait at the bottom of the stairs.” He left the room and could hear the two women laughing as he walked up the stairs. After showering he knelt at the bottom of the stairs. He had been surprised just how much he had enjoyed being used by another woman under instruction of his Mistress. He could hear them in the living room and the sound was that of sex. Hot steamy sex and he found it hard to stop getting an erection. He tried not to listen, he tried to think of other things but his Mistress was having sex with another beautiful woman and the thought was tormenting him. Not in a bad way he realised. He was enjoying it, enjoying being made to listen and not being part of it. The girls sex session went on for some time. Just when it sounded like it was all over they would start up again. He heard sounds of flogging mixed in with the sound of love-making. He heard both the women orgasming, together and separately. At least that's how he heard it. He grabbed hold of his cock trying to keep it in check but the sounds from the other room was making him so horny his penis stood up hard and proud. “Slave” His Mistress shouted him. He jumped to his feet, willing his penis to shrink away as he knocked on the door and was told to enter. His Mistress stood before him wearing nothing but the strap on. Steph was laying on the sofa her face red and flushed. “Slave the strap on has got dirty again, clean it” Without any hesitation he fell to his knees and took the dildo deep into his mouth. He could taste a woman on it and he knew his erection was as hard as ever. He did not care as his Mistress was wearing a strap on and he was there in her presence. She was naked and looking down at him sucking another woman's juices off the rubber dildo. “Suck it you slut, clean up after your Mistress has enjoyed a real submissive. Oh she was good, so good” He sucked the dildo for all he was worth, his hard on throbbing as he did so. ”That’s enough” She moved away form him and over to where Steph lay, unfastening the straps as she went. She turned and looked at him. “Slave, cold shower stay in there until you are told to get out” Once more he was dismissed and as he stood to leave the room her saw his Mistress take Steph in her arms and move her onto the floor between her legs. As he stood in the shower the cold water washing over him he could not get the vision of Steph's head buried between his Mistresses thighs. Licking, sucking working away at her soft warm flesh. He longed for the taste, he longed to be in her place. The cold water had seen off his erection but sexual thoughts still raced in his mind. “Put it onto warm” It was Steph who had come into the bathroom and hurry up I want a shower. I need to get a move on its almost four.” He turned the shower onto warm and warmed himself just enough before getting out. Steph handed him a towel and told him to dry himself outside. He stood on the landing drying himself off. The leather collar was once more wet and chafing around his neck. It had not dried out properly all weekend. Once dry, he took his place at the bottom of the stairs. His Mistress brushed past him as if he did not exist. He could hear the woman laughing and talking upstairs. When they came down Steph was dressed to leave and his Mistress was wearing a long flowing robe. His Mistress kissed Steph as Steph thanked her for a great time and then she was gone. It was just the two of them left. He straightened his back taking up the position he had been in most of the weekend and waited, hoping for some attention but it was not to be. His Mistress went into the kitchen and he could hear her making something. Then he smelt the coffee and saw her walking into the living room carrying a mug. Why had she not asked him to make it? He was getting bored once more. He sat back on his heels and waited. He could hear the clock at the top of the stairs ticking away, but could not see the time. He thought back. Maybe he was just not cut out to be a slave, maybe he was not good enough. The weekend had not been how he had thought it would be and he was disappointed, yet the afternoon play with Mistress and Steph had been wonderful. Then he heard the door to the living room open and his Mistress walked over to him. “Hello darling would you like to kiss me” Her voice was soft and gentle and for a second he was not sure if she was talking to him. “Its 6:30 you are no long a slave” He jumped to his feet and took her in his arms. Tears started to stream down his face, he had not expected this and soon he found himself sobbing. He apologised through sobs but she just held him close and told him not to speak, just to let the emotions out. She led him to the living room and as she sat on the sofa he sat at her feet his head in her lap. Tears flowed and his shoulders heaved with each sob. Later that night they talked. “You see everyone sees slaves differently. I see a slave as a non-sexual servant to use and not to love. I want a submissive to love and cherish and to do my bidding, not because I own them but because they chose to by submitting.” He looked up at her and a shy smile came over his face. She contined. ”You see others call themselves slave and you thought that somehow that made them more submissive, more of what I would want. Well if that is what works for them that that is fine. Me, I want a man, not a work horse. I have tried over and over to tell you this but you had that romantic idea” He put his finger gently on her lips. “Please done say any more. Thank you. I understand now and I want to be whatever you want me to be as long as you love me” She slipped of the sofa onto the floor next to him and the cuddled close together. “Well then my boy. What do you think of Steph” A broad grin spread across his face.

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