Rip Van Winkle in the 22nd century
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The year was 2158. My story begins 143 years earlier in 2015. My name is Kevin Lightfoot. I had just been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer when an amazing new experimental process was discovered. The timing was perfect: Dr. Manucheiri explained it to me: “Your body will be instantly frozen and kept that way until we learn how to save your life. Then you will be instantly thawed and surgically treated.”
“Dr. Manucheiri, are you sure this will work?!” “No, Mister Lightfoot, I’m afraid not! This is very new!” He replied. “It is strictly experimental!” “Be honest, Doc, what are the odds of my surviving?”
He looked very uncomfortable. “I’m sorry. It’s true I tell you! The odds in your favor are no better than even.” “That beats the odds if I don’t do this!” “Yes it does.” He said, grimly.
“Of course, I could die of old age, before they fix me.” “No. Actually in the frozen state you will not age at all.” “I am 47 years old. If I’m thawed in 200 years, I’ll still be 47?” “Yes biologically.”
“Doc, let’s do it!” We did.
During the 143 years it took for medical science to render my brain operable, I was occasionally conscious but disembodied except for occasional pain. I gathered, correctly as it turned out, that the pain was of the kind that amputees feel in their missing limbs.
My wife died, after which we communicated, not in words but in thoughts. Neither of us had ever been very religious, but it was a source of great joy to me to realize without doubt that this life and this body were not all there were.
My body felt a great and sudden shock. I was fastened into a device so strange I cannot describe it in words. I was quickly released by three people in lab coats, two men and a woman. I was free! I was alive and I was still 47 years old. How long had it been? 10 years? 100? 1000?
I couldn’t walk, but the two men lifted me gently onto a stretcher. They carried me into a room where my head was shaved. This was, even in my time, standard procedure before brain surgery. The male doctor carrying the front of my stretcher raised his hand. The female said nothing but nodded her head up and down. He spoke. “Perhaps we should apprise Kevin of the rules, Dr. Dorothy!”
She laughed. “Oh, lighten up, Frank, there will be plenty of time for that.” “Yes, Dr. Dorothy.” He replied obsequiously.
I raised my hand, which seemed to amuse all three of them. “You’re a fast learner, Kevin.” She said, laughing, “What can I do for you?”
“Dr. Dorothy, what year is this?” “Kevin, it’s 2158. You have just been frozen for 143 years.” “That’s a long time! Obviously, there have been some changes in 143 years. What is..”
Dr. Dorothy interrupted with a loud burst of laughter followed by the two men. “Oh, I’m sorry, Kevin. I interrupted you.” “I was wondering about the hand raising.” “We’ll discuss things like that after your operation.”
The two men were attaching an IV. “Count backwards from 100, please, Kevin.” “Yes, Dr. Dorothy.”
When I came to, there was a pretty young woman wearing a broadly sleeveless dress standing smiling at me. “How are you feeling, Kevin?” She asked me.
I wanted to impress her with what I had already learned. I raised my hand like a little school child. She laughed. “Why are you raising your hand, Boy?” “I am new to this time and I thought I needed to ask permission to speak.”
“Only unless I speak to you first, which in fact I just did.” “How and where does this apply?”
“Whenever you are in the presence of a female, you speak only when spoken to. If you need to speak, for example to ask to go to the bathroom, you raise your hand. She will respond like this.” She nodded her head up and down once, “which means yes, you may speak. On the other hand,” she waved her head once from side to side, “means no, you may not speak!” She paused. “Obviously, if she simply ignores you, that also means no.”
At this point the man who had carried the front of my stretcher appeared. “Oh, here’s your doctor!” To my absolute amazement, as she turned to face him, he descended to his knees and kissed her hands. I couldn’t resist saying, “Oh, this must be the age of chivalry!” They both laughed as she walked off.
Smiling, he extended his hand. “Am I supposed to shake it or kiss it?” I asked. “Shake it. We’re two guys.” For the first time, ‘being a guy’ really meant something! I shook his hand. He said, “My name is Frank. I was your surgeon. The operation was a complete success!” “Please forgive an ignorant question, but is Frank your first name or your last name?” “First.”
Another man walked up. He was extremely tall. He introduced himself as David Rothman and we shook hands. Frank said, “Kevin is in great shape, David. He’s all yours.”
David said, “Kevin, would you please get dressed at your leisure and join me in the waiting room?” “You got it, Big Man. Oh, before you go I have a question for you.” “I’m listening.” “How tall are you?” “I’m six foot seven.” He turned and left.
As I dressed, I felt a strange sensation in my groin. There was a transparent tube closed tightly around almost the length of my manhood, attached with a lock to a thin steel band around the base of my testicles. This would make it impossible for me to get a full erection let alone an orgasm. It was a ‘chastity device.’
My reaction was anger. Who gave these people the right to violate me like this?! I would ask the 300 pound man who obviously could easily beat the crap out of me.
When I sat down next to him in the waiting room, he said, “Let’s go to my boss’s office so we can have some privacy.” His boss turned out to be a very young extremely beautiful African American woman.
He kissed her hands and said, “Boss, this is Kevin Lightfoot. Kevin, this is Dr. Libby, my boss.” “It is a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Libby!” She held her beautiful brown hands across her desk. As I kissed them I became aware that my penis was straining against my chastity device.
David asked and received permission to use a conference room, in which he poured each of us a cup of coffee. I said, “David, I am at loose ends. I am terribly grateful for the saving of my life, but where do I go from here? As a young man, I got a Master’s degree in Electrical Engineering from M.I.T. (The Massachusetts Institute of Technology). After more than a decade of experience, I got a phD (Doctor of Philosophy) in Mathematics at Yale. After 143 years, David, how much is any of that worth?”
He shifted uncomfortably. He answered my question by asking a question: “How much do YOU think it’s worth, Kevin?” “After 143 years? Squat! Nada!” “I’m afraid you’re right, Kevin.” He said, sadly, “You asked what you were going to do now. Kevin, that’s what we’re here to discuss. I’ll get right to the point: I am going to train you to be a houseboy. Can you cook, Kevin?”
“David, I can barely boil an egg.” “Can you clean a house?” “Oh, sort of. I guess not really.” “Can you perform a full body massage?” “I can just do feet, David.” “I guess that’s a start. My job is to teach you these things.”
“A houseboy?! Shit on toast! David you could pound me into the ground with one hand tied behind your back! I hope you’ll be patient with me.” “Oh, I will Kevin! I’m really a gentle guy. I suppose I was chosen for this job because my size makes me intimidating. For one thing, I admire you tremendously. You are a brilliant man. Do you know what I want most of all from you, Kevin?”
“Obedience?” “No Kevin, friendship!”
“David, I’m beginning to like you! But we have yet to discuss what happens after I’m trained. I have a feeling that this little old houseboy ain’t going to like it!”
“I’m afraid you won’t, but please, Kevin, don’t shoot the messenger. I don’t make these decisions. Your houseboy training serves two purposes. First it makes you useful, giving you an occupation.” He paused.
I said, “Be it ever so humble. You said there were two purposes, David? What’s the second?” “Your surgeon, Frank, is well known to be one of the best brain surgeons in the world. But as expensive as he is, imagine the expense of holding your ice cold body temperate nearly constant and extremely cold for 143 years.” I had never thought of that!
“I haven’t a nickel! I can’t pay for all of this, David!” He put his hand on my shoulder and said, very gently, “Yes you can, Kevin, and you will. Do you remember how in early American history poor men paid for their passage from England to America and to Australia?”
“Yes David. As I recall, they became indentured servants.” I paused. “Oh, My God! I’m going to become a slave?!” I paused again. “For how long?”
He looked as though he were about to burst into tears. Either it was difficult for him to answer or he deserved an Academy Award for acting.
“Life.” he said. “LIFE!” I exclaimed! “I’m leaving!” I got up to leave, but the big man held me, speaking gently. “Calm down, Kevin, there’s no place to run to. Indentured servitude is perfectly legal, now, everywhere.”
I sat down. “Who owns me?” I asked helplessly. “You are owned by a consortium headed by Dr. Dorothy whom I understand you’ve met.” “Yes, she seemed like a nice lady. But what is a consortium going to do with a houseboy.”
“My guess is that they’ll sell you to the Morgans, Ralph and Mary, who buy indentured houseboys and auction them off.”
“Wonderful! I survived 143 years and brain surgery to become a piece of meat!” “Kevin, I know you’re bitter and I can’t blame you, but it may not be that bad. I have former trainees that are treated like members of the family!”
My life in training with David was very pleasant all things considered. It might have been in my self interest to draw it out. But this would have hurt David’s reputation. The only things they couldn’t take from me were my sense of decency and my loyalty to a friend.
One morning he said, “I’d like for us to have Duc a L’Orange for breakfast.” “You’ve got it, Stretch!” We both agreed that it was delicious.
The next auction was in six weeks. The intervening time was easy and pleasant for me.
During this time, David acquired a new trainee. His name was George and he had just graduated from college and law school, for which he now had to pay with 10 years as an indentured houseboy. He was about five feet seven, a full foot shorter than David, who terrified him. All David had to do was raise his voice slightly and George trembled.
David taught us several things: The reason for the ‘chastity devices’ was that slaves tended to defend themselves psychologically against pain and sexual humiliation by becoming masochistic and matching the pain with pleasure. To prevent this, the CT (Chastity tube) limits, but does not eliminate, the pleasure but it does not limit the pain and so the pleasure cannot begin to match the pain of a beating.
A slave is traditionally kept locked initially for three months, during which he is “milked” every two weeks. Milking involves massaging the prostate, with a thin device inserted into the rectum. Some Masters do it by ass fucking their slaves. Some Mistresses do the same with a strap on dildo. The milking is uncomfortable but not painful and it occasions no sexual pleasure. It releases semen without erection and it is regarded as a health measure lessening the probability of prostate cancer.
Many Masters and Mistresses had the milking done by a professional dominatrix, who would include for good measure a painful whipping or caning.
After the first three months, the male slave would have his hands cuffed behind him and then he would be unlocked. After his relief, when he was temporarily incapable of sexual arousal, he would be locked again and his hands freed.
After the initial three month period the slave would be released every month unless his owner was displeased or punishing him, in which case, a week or two or even more can be added at the owner’s whim.
David also told us that we had limited ability to encourage or discourage particular bidders. Masters and Mistresses varied in the degree of their cruelty, but in general children were the worst and the younger they were the crueler they tended to be.
David warned us NEVER to argue with a Master or Mistress. If she says you were too slow, you WERE too slow, even if you thought you were moving as fast as physically possible! If you argue, you don’t even want to think about how you will probably be punished!
The auction day arrived. “Allow me to explain the ritual. I and the other trainers will be there to introduce our trainees. We may not bid on our own trainees. Each auctionee will be introduced by his or her trainer, whose purpose is to sell you. In other words, I will tell them how wonderful you are.”
He paused, “It is customary, no, it’s required then that you sell yourself by selling me, on your knees, with a profound expression of gratitude. Then you will touch the ground with your forehead and on lifting it you will say, in exactly these words, ‘I know I am unworthy but I humbly beg the honor of kissing your feet.’ I will say something brilliant like ‘You may.’ or ‘Be my guest.’ You will then say, ‘Thank you Master David’ and proceed to kiss the flesh between the straps of my sandals and you will do so with great passion and enthusiasm. You will keep doing so until I withdraw them.
Please understand that all of this nonsense is not my requirement, but that of the Morgans.”
I surprised myself by saying, “Please don’t apologize to me, David! I like it! May I practice it now?” “Okay, after the speeches. I want those to be spontaneous.”
He stood up. I knelt down in front of the huge gentle man that I loved. I touched my forehead to the floor in front of his long briefly sandaled feet and lifted it, remaining on my knees. I said “Master David, I know I am unworthy but I most humbly beg for the honor of kissing your feet.” “You may, Kevin.” He extended his right foot. I said, “Thank you, Master David!” and I kissed, “Mm-mmm-Ooooh-oh-oh!”, expressing the passion and enthusiasm I genuinely felt. I felt a strain in the area of my crotch.
He withdrew his foot more quickly than I hoped and extended his left foot, which I also kissed with the passion and enthusiasm I genuinely felt.
“Okay, George. It’s your turn.” As George was kissing with passion and enthusiasm, David said, “When the bidding on you stops you will run out to your buyer and bow down to the family members in order: females first, oldest to youngest, then males oldest to youngest. When a family member extends a hand or a foot you will of course kiss it. If any of the flesh is exposed, kiss that. And show passion and enthusiasm! That’s important!”
He paused. “What will happen this afternoon will affect your life for years to come. I know it won’t be easy, Kevin and George, but it will help if you take a positive attitude. Think of this as a challenge and an adventure!”
At the auction, David led George and me up to Ralph and Mary Morgan. Ralph was a heavy set man, several inches taller than I, who appeared to be at least my age. Perhaps it was pre-auction paranoia, but to me he appeared to be tough and mean. Mary was a graying blond, tall, heavily built and slightly overweight. She wore a sleeveless dress, baring her thick arms and shoulders.
David said, cheerfully and perhaps a little fearfully, “Ralph and Ms. Mary, I would like to introduce my two trainees to their new owners.”
The use of the word ‘Owners’ sent a cold chill down my spine. I could only imagine the effect it had on George!
“Kevin and George, these two good people own you. They are Master Ralph and Mistress Mary.” Master Ralph and I shook hands. “It is an honor and a privilege to meet you, Master Ralph.” I was barely able to keep from trembling with fear.
“And it is an honor and a privilege to meet you, Mistress Mary.” Like her husband she said nothing in return. I was still fearful, but now I was straining with excitement. She extended one hand, palm down only a couple of inches from her skirt. I couldn’t bow that low and so I descended to my knees and kissed her hand with genuine enthusiasm. After a few moments, I was kissing one hand while George kissed the other.
As she withdrew her hands, she said, “Go over there with the others and do what our sixteen year old daughter Cynthia tells you to do.” “Yes, Mistress Mary.” George and I said in unison.
Cynthia was a very tall (taller than I) striking blue eyed platinum blond, who wore a red sleeveless sweater and miniskirt with brief red sandals and bare navel. I had never felt greater pressure from my manhood.
“High, guys!” She said, smiling cheerfully, “Who are you?” I spoke. “Mistress Cynthia, I am Kevin and this is George. We are the property of your parents, indentured houseboys to be auctioned.” “Oh, yes! I’ve read about you both. Welcome!” She said as she fastened aprons on us. They were exactly like the aprons the others wore: white with black lettering: ‘Property of Mary and Ralph Morgan.’ “Thank you, beautiful Mistress Cynthia!”
After a while a loud bell rang. Mistress Cynthia held the screen. Before she opened it she said, “Good luck to all of you! I hope you all get gentle Masters and Mistresses!”
We filed out and stood behind plaques with our names on them. Mistress Cynthia said, “Okay, Ladies and Gentlemen you may come up now and inspect the merchandise.”
It was like old movies of slave auctions in ancient Rome and the American south. Strangely, there were no obsequious gestures, such as bowing, hand of foot kissing, offered or demanded. Many of the people passing by examined our mouths to make sure we were in good dental condition.
Among those who went by were a black man about six foot three and his buddy, a white guy about six foot five, who reminded me of ‘Angel Eyes’, the villainous Lee van Cleef character in the movie ‘The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.’ They looked like a pair of movie villains.
When they came to George, the black man said, “Hey, Little man, why are you trembling?” George whimpered, “I’m scared, M-masters. I’m sorry!”
“If we buy you, Toots, you will REALLY be sorry.” They both laughed. To my amazement, George said, “If you buy me, I’ll be the best slave you could imagine!” I could see that they liked that.
“Open your mouth” The black man ordered. “Yes, Master.” George said meekly. When he opened his mouth, the black man said, “I don’t know if my cock will fit in there. Even his fucking mouth is small.” “We can enlarge it.” The white guy said.
As they started to leave, George said, “Thank you, Masters, for your interest!” To my great relief, they walked by me with barely a glance. “Are you out of your mind, George?!” I exclaimed, “You practically asked those two brutes to bid on you!” “If I please them, they won’t be so bad.” He replied lamely.
A beautiful blond blue eyed lady in her forties stopped in front of me, holding the auction directory in her lovely hand. This was a lady! She smiled. “Kevin, I’m Christina, Mistress Christina to you!” “Mistress Christina, it is a very great pleasure to meet you.” “This is my sixteen year old daughter Sarah and this is my twelve year old daughter Tilda.” “It is my pleasure to meet you Mistresses Sarah and Tilda!”
Mistress Christina went on, “This gentleman is my husband Rob. This young man is our eighteen year old son James and finally, the toddler is our two year old son Joe.”
“It is a very great pleasure to meet all of you. Forgive my impertinence, but I have never before seen such a beautiful family: Three beautiful Ladies and three handsome gentlemen.” They all seemed to like that.
James said, as the ladies passed, “Don’t let the girls fool you, Kevin. They’re a couple of bitches. I’m going to be a physicist if I can make it!”
“Master James, I think that’s wonderful. I’ve always been interested in physics. If your family buys me and I hope they will, perhaps at your leisure you can help me catch up for the last 143 years.”
After they passed, George said, “Now, who’s asking to be bought?!” I held my hands back. “You got me, Buddy!” “Those two teenage girls will eat you alive!”
A very large heavily built, slightly overweight unattractive man with long black hair came by. Standing in front of George he introduced himself. “Slave Boy, I’m Leon.” At least George was no longer trembling. “I’m pleased to meet you, Master Leon!”
“Since you have nothing to say about it, I’m going to tell you what I like. I make a lotta money investing and such. I sit nekked at my computer in a chair which completely bares my fat dirty ass. I love the feel of a wet tongue and lips on my a-hole. The slave kneeling behind me will go on and on for hours and hours. When he stops his tongue will ache with fatigue! Waddya think, Boy? Would ya like to be my slave?” “Master Leon, it would be my pleasure to serve you!”
“Damn!” I exclaimed. “You’ve done it again!”
I thought Leon had passed beyond my hearing, but he came back and frowned at me. “I’m sorry, Master Leon. I meant no disrespect!”
“The fuck you didn’ I might just buy you as my ass licker.” I was terrified! Me and my big mouth! “Master Leon, you need someone who likes the taste of ass. No offense but I don’t! I might get sick or crazy. God forbid but I might bite you!” To my great relief, he said nothing further but walked on.
It was not that long thereafter that I found myself face to face with, of all people, Dr. Libby, David’s young beautiful black boss. “Hi, Kevin. Do you remember me?”
“Of course I do, Dr. Libby! How could I forget a beautiful lady like you?” “Oh, you’re sweet. Do you have experience pleasuring a lady with your mouth?” “Yes, Dr. Libby, with my late wife.” “David is very good at oral service! Did he instruct you?” “No. He said it would be better to leave that to my mistresses.”
“Which I might be!” She said, smiling, as she walked on.
After a while Mistress Cynthia the sixteen year old beauty said, “As a final gesture before bidding begins we will indulge the slaves, by allowing them to thank their trainers.”
I followed the program outlined above. I said, “I am, in all modesty, an educated man and yet I lack the words to express my gratitude to the tall handsome man who trained me. I will, humbly and with pleasure, live the rest of my life with no other purpose than to make him proud of me.
I will treat my Masters and Mistresses as Gods and Goddesses to be worshipped and obeyed. Your slightest whims are my commands.” As they had for some of the others, the audience of buyers clapped.
The bidding began! The slaves ran out and kissed the feet of their new owners. Some were still kissing, with passion and enthusiasm, when Mistress Cynthia reached George. “Ladies and Gentlemen, next on our agenda is George. This little fellow will serve you with grace and enthusiasm. He is indentured for ten years to pay for his college and law school education. The bidding starts at 200.” 200 what? I had no idea. ‘Angel Eyes’ stood up and representing his African American buddy and himself, bid “200.”
Master Leon rose and bid 300.
Angel Eyes bid 400.
Master Leon bid 500.
Angel Eyes bid 550.
Master Leon bid 600.
Angel Eyes bid 650.
Master Leon bid 750.
Silence. “Going, going, gone! Sold to Master Leon for 750 units!” George ran out quickly and began kissing Master Leon’s feet.
The teenaged auctioneer said, “Next we have Kevin! Ladies and gentlemen, Kevin is a real prize. He’s brilliant and handsome and he’s yours for life. He is a genuine Rip van Winkle! He has promised that you will be his Gods and Goddesses and that he will worship and obey you!”
I worried that such a favorable introduction would make me too expensive for the Mistress Christina family. “The bidding starts at 1000.”
Dr. Libby bid 1000 and went over to talk to her rival, Mistress Christina, who bid1500.
Dr. Libby bid 1750.
Mistress Christina bid 2000.
Dr. Libby bid 2500.
Mistress Christina bid 3000.
Silence. “Going, going, gone! Sold to the pretty blond lady with the white hat for 3000 units.”
I ran out and touched my forehead to the ground and raised it.
Mistress Christina withdrew her right foot from her shoe and extended it toward me. She had long thin toes and wide heels. It was the most beautiful foot I had ever seen.
Just after surgery I could never have imagined that I would feel as I did now. I was thrilled that this beautiful blond blue eyed Goddess would honor me by allowing me the pleasure of kissing her beautiful foot.
I knew I wasn’t supposed to do it as I did, but I couldn’t resist. I held it as though it were a precious gem and caressed it softly with my lips and tongue. She and I both hummed with pleasure. After a while, I kissed her foot more conventionally until she withdrew it and placed it back in her shoe.
Then she gave me her other foot and I did the same. After she placed her left foot into her shoe, I raised my hand and looked up into her smiling face.
She nodded up and down, giving me permission to speak. “Mistress Christina, you are my Goddess and I humbly thank you for the honor of kissing your beautiful feet.”
“You’re welcome, Kevin, and now on to Goddess #2. Bow down to Mistress Sarah.” “Yes, Mistress Christina!” I bowed my head to the ground at the feet of the sixteen year old Mistress Sarah, who extended a briefly sandaled foot. She laughed as I moaned with pleasure, kissing her feet.
Evidently her father, Master Rob had permission to speak. I heard him say “Most people seem to regard foot kissing as demeaning. Kevin seems to love it. He’s very submissive. I think we made a good purchase!”
After Mistress Sarah withdrew her second foot, I raised my hand. She shook her head negatively and said, “On to Goddess #3.”
It became immediately obvious that the twelve year old Mistress Tilda had been running around barefoot for a long time. I remembered that David had said that where Masters and Mistresses were concerned, children were the cruelest and the younger they were the crueler they tended to be. I also remembered what George had said. “Those two girls will eat you alive!” Children hadn’t developed a capacity for empathy and they loved to humiliate adults.
I bowed down to Mistress Tilda, who, extending a foot, said, “Clean my feet with your tongue, Boy. Don’t spit it out. Swallow it.” “Yes, Mistress Tilda!”
Shocked, Mistress Christina said, “Tilda!” Mistress Sarah said, “Oh, Mom, it’s okay! He needs to learn to obey even when it hurts!”
You always thought that dirt would taste awful, didn’t you? Well you didn’t know the half of it! After the child’s foot was clean, I raised my hand. Mistress Tilda nodded yes and I said, “Thank you, Mistress Tilda and thank you also, Mistress Sarah!”
Mistress Sarah said, “What on Earth are you thanking her for?!” “Mistress Sarah, I am thanking her for the honor and pleasure of serving her!” “WHAT! She makes you eat dirt and you THANK her!! You are really low! You are a worm wiggling in the mud!”
Mistress Tilda laughed and said, “We’ll have to find some mud for him to crawl in.” Mistress Sarah said, “He’s too low to crawl. He’ll have to slither.” They both laughed! Suddenly, I was terrified!
At this point, Masters Rob and James, Father and Son returned from the paper work including the payment. Mistress Tilda said, “Bow down to my Daddy, Worm.” “Yes, Mistress Tilda.” I did.
I kissed his sandaled feet, each of which was quickly withdrawn. I am not homosexual or bisexual, but kissing a man’s feet is even more humiliating than kissing a woman’s feet and so it is more exciting.
I was ordered to bow down to his son, the eighteen year old Master James, who promptly offered a foot. I raised my hand. Mistress Christina nodded her permission. “Master James, I notice that your foot is covered with perspiration. Would you like me to apply my tongue?” “Yes, that would be nice, Kevin. Please do!” The taste was not sweet, to put it mildly! But I didn’t spit any of it out.
Mistresses Sarah said, “Eee-eeoo-oooo!” and Mistress Tilda made the same sound. They both laughed.
When he dismissed me, his mother Mistress Christina summoned me: “Come here, Kevin!” “Yes, Mistress Christina!” I rushed over as fast as I could and bowed down in front of her.
Before I could lift my head up she placed her sandaled, high heeled foot roughly on top of my head. “How dare you saunter over here at your leisure, when your owner demands your presence? How dare you?!”
I remembered that David had warned us never to argue with a Master or Mistress! “I most humbly apologize to my beautiful Goddess, whom I live to serve and please. I promise to be more prompt!”
The two teenage girls giggled. I heard Mistress Sarah say, “Oh, we’re going to have FUN!”
Their beautiful mother said, “Don’t think that groveling will save you from my anger, Slave!”
I had moved as fast as physically possible. Was she just trying to intimidate me? If so, she certainly succeeded!
She said, “You know this lady don’t you?” “Yes, my beautiful Goddess. She is the beautiful Dr. Libby!” “Bow down to her and she will explain our agreement.”
When I lifted my head, she took her lovely brown right foot out of her shoe and extended it toward me. I kissed it in the same way as I kissed Mistress Christina’s feet. We both hummed with pleasure, but I was far louder than she.
She said, “Kevin, I agreed to stop bidding if your mistress would let me have you for every weekend for a year, or for an equivalent amount of time. I will pick you up at 6:00 P.M. on Friday and return you at 6:00 P.M. on Sunday.”
When we arrived at their home, I was given the only bedroom/bath on the first floor, adjoining the kitchen. It was spacious and comfortable.
As I descended to my knees in front of my seated Mistress, she said, “Prepare dinner for us, Kevin.” “Yes, Adored Mistress! What would you like me to prepare?” “Surprise us! Oh and kiss hands when you serve, tonight and always!
Oh, and Kevin?” “Yes, Pretty Mistress?” “I love the way you vary the manner in which you address me! Keep up the good work! You might try this on your Mistresses Sarah and Tilda. It might make your life easier.”
“Yes my adored and gracious owner. Your lowly and unworthy slave thanks you for your kind words.” I cooked and served dinner, kissing hands. I received no feedback on the quality of my cooking, positive or negative, which disappointed me.
After eating in the kitchen and cleaning up I went to the living room. As soon as I appeared, Master Rob rushed over to his wife, quickly descended to his knees and took her bare feet in his hands. As unbelievable as it was, I concluded that he was JEALOUS!
She didn’t help. “Oh, Rob, you are so sweet, but we have a new member of the family! Come over here, Kevin. My feet want you!” “Yes, My Adored Goddess!”
The last thing I needed was the enmity of Robert Croftus.
“It’s okay, Daddy,” Mistress Sarah said, “My feet still love you!” Getting on his knees in front of her and taking her feet into his hands, he said, “Thank you, Precious. I love you and your feet!”
Mistress Tilda snapped her fingers and said, simply, “James, come love my feet!” “Yes, Ms. Tilda.” He obeyed.
After massaging Mistress Christina’s lovely feet, I dared to beg: “I know I don’t deserve the pleasure, My Goddess, but may your lowly and humble slave place his unworthy lips and tongue on your magnificent feet?”
She giggled. “Oh, I don’t know, Boy. Perhaps kissing my feet is more of an honor than you deserve!” She teased. “Oh, please, please, Goddess, let me worship you!! I know I am unworthy, but I most humbly beg to worship my Goddess!”
Mistress Tilda said, “He’s a worm!” “Yes,” her mother replied, “but he’s a very articulate worm! Alright, slave, you may worship my feet!” “Oh, thank you, Lovely Goddess! Thank you!” I caressed her feet as I had at the auction.
She said, “Oh, Kevin, you are a wonderful foot slave! Rob and James, learn from my slave. Beg my daughters as he has begged me, and if permitted, worship their feet as Kevin worships mine.” “Yes Dearest!” “Yes Pretty Mother.”
They were both teased and forced to abase themselves as I had been.
After a while, my owner said, “Okay, enough kissing, Boy. Now lick until I tell you to stop.” “Yes, Luscious Lady!” Her two daughters followed suit.
I was beginning to think that slavery was almost heaven, but I was quickly disabused of that notion. Mistress Christina said, “Well, it has been fun, boys and girls, but I think it’s time to introduce Kevin to The Machine.” Ominously, Master Rob smiled at me. We went down to the basement where there was a large strange looking device unlike anything I had seen before: It was a seat with a large wheel in front, slightly up. The legs were like those of a bicycle. There were several thick wires connecting it to a box with meters on it.
Mistress Christina said, “Get up into the seat, Kevin!” “Yes, Mistress Christina!” I was too frightened to think of a clever way to address her.
The two men locked my hands in place and Mistress Christina said “Turn the wheels, Slave!” My hands turned one wheel while my feet turned the other. I turned them both with great difficulty. “Okay stop!”
“The purpose of this machine” she said, “is to generate energy, to convert human energy, in the form of hard physical labor, to usable electrical energy. In your time it was becoming recognized that men were increasingly useless. Well now we have a wonderful energy source: hard male physical labor. You may have noticed that most men in our time are very well muscled, like Rob and James. This is a result of many hours on a Machine like this. The next hour will be your first session. I’m afraid it won’t be fun!”
Master Rob said, “May I guide him, Dearest?” “No, thank you. Supervision is a woman’s job.” She snapped a riding crop near my face and said, “This is in case you get lazy or tired, slave! Understand?!” “Yes, Gracious Goddess, I do understand!”
Sarah laughed. “The poor bastard is scared shitless!” She laughed some more. “Watch your language!” Her mother said sternly. “Yes Mommy” Sarah said, meekly, “I’m sorry, Mommy.”
My owner ordered the others to leave. I wanted to talk with her, but I could only lift my locked hand a couple of inches and either she didn’t see or chose not to recognize. I rattled it around making unmistakable noise.
“Stop that!” She demanded sternly, “And be quiet!” “Yes, Beautiful Goddess!!” In no time at all, my arms and legs began to ache. Perhaps because of that I slowed down slightly. I heard a snap and I felt a terrible shock of intense pain.
At last, she spoke. “Do you know what that was for, Worm?” “I believe I do, Mistress Christina. I slowed down too much! Is that it?” “Yes exactly. Now be quiet.”
During the hour, I lost track of how many times I was beaten. At the end of the hour I was a human wreck. I was in terrible pain and I could barely walk.
Mistress Christina said, “Go to bed, Kevin. I’ve put an alarm clock in your room. Tomorrow morning at precisely 7:30 A.M. you will serve Master Rob and me, breakfast in bed. Come up the stairs and bare left all of the way and knock. After that, you will serve the children in the breakfast nook which is between the kitchen and the dining room.
After that you will be on the Machine for two hours. Sarah would you like to supervise?” “Oh, I’d love to!” She exclaimed. “Okay, Kevin, kiss our hands, say good night and go to bed.”
You can probably imagine how I suffered under Mistress Sarah for two hours on the Machine. I thought of suicide. What would the family think if after spending all of that money, I escaped by killing myself. I was miraculously frozen for 143 years, my life was saved by brain surgery and then I killed myself! What would people think?!
My eighteen year old Master James was shirtless and he wore only short shorts and sandals. It was a hot day and Master James’s magnificent muscular shirtless upper body was dripping with sweat. He said, “Kevin I’d like to go for a ride with you, if you wouldn’t mind.”
“Forgive me, Master James, but I’m your slave! You shouldn’t ask me what I want to do. You should TELL me what I WILL do. What I like is of no importance, but in fact I would love to ride with you!”
He took me out to the garage and showed me his “Car bike.” The front was like the front of a bicycle, with one wheel, pedals and a hood over it. The rear had two seats, foldable into one, and two wheels but no pedals. There was, hanging in the rear a short thick riding crop.
I held his wet, sweaty, smelly hand and to my own surprise, I bowed over it and kissed it. I decided to make a joke of it. I licked my lips and said, “Mm-yummy!”
He laughed. “Do you like the taste of my sweat?” “In all honesty, Master James, I don’t!” “Then, why did you lick the sweat off of my feet at the auction?”
“I wanted to please! Did I?” “Yes, it felt good! Very good! Why did you kiss my hand right now?” “Impulse! I didn’t know I was going to do it!”
I started pedaling as fast as I could. He said, “You like being a slave, don’t you, Kevin?” “Yes, Master James, but I could do without the Machine. Whatever I have done, I have accepted as a challenge. I want to be a good slave! My ambition is to earn the love of your beautiful mother and of every member of the family, as I love all of you!”
“You’ll never get used to the pain but you will accept it as the inevitable consequence of female supremacy.”
“You are a brilliant young man as well as handsome. Would you please tell me what you know about the universe, about dark matter and dark energy?”
He told me that there was about five times as much dark matter as ordinary matter. It was identical to ordinary matter (or light matter as it was now called) except that it did not interact with light. All of the forces that held our matter together, were absent from dark matter, which, apparently had its own such forces. The only connection, apparently, was gravity. Perhaps it had its own light that we could not see. No-one knew for sure.
There was three times as much dark energy as both forms of matter combined. One theory was that it consisted entirely of gravitons.
I asked about ‘String Theory’. He explained that neither 0-dimensional particle theory, nor 1-dimensional string theory were wrong. They were just reparametrizations: different ways of describing the same phenomena.
We discussed all sorts of things, personal and otherwise. We were really getting to know one another. “What would Sarah, excuse me, Mistress Sarah, do if you spoke without raising your hand?” “She would say, ‘On your knees!’ and then, on my knees I would receive painful slaps in the face!” “How many?” “As many as she wants! Actually, a female can do that at whim, for any reason or no reason at all, and no resistance is allowed!”
He seemed embarrassed. “M-may I confide in you?” “Yes Master James, of course you may. Forgive me for asking this, but can’t you confide in your Dad? He seems like a very nice man.”
“Oh, no! I need for him to be proud of me!” “Master James, I am yours to do with as you please. Please confide!” “Okay, you say I’m brilliant and handsome. Oh, this is hard for me!” I was trying to think of a way to put him at ease. He blurted it out. “Th-then why a-am I not good w-w-with g-girls?” he stammered.
“You are not good with girls,” I said, “because you lack self-confidence and they can easily see that!” “They can?”
“Remember that they are smarter than we are. That’s why they rule!”
We came to a secluded park. I said, “Thank you, Master James, for the information and for not whipping me. Do you have a fan?” “No, Kevin. W-what would you do if I asked you to suck my cock?”
“You are my master and so of course I would obey you!” “Would you like it, Kevin?”
“Yes and no, Master James. I have tasted my own semen and I imagine yours tastes similarly. It is not unpleasant. It contains protein and so it is not unhealthy. Sucking another man’s cock and having his orgasm in your mouth is very humiliating. But a slave should not be concerned with his own dignity and whatever pleases Masters and Mistresses Pleases me!”
“You wouldn’t hate me if I made you do that?!” “Oh, Master James, of course not!”
“Get down on your knees in front of me. Fold your hands behind you and leave them there until I permit you to do otherwise. Take the zipper handle of my fly and open it carefully and gently.”
“Yes, my brilliant, handsome Master James.” I obeyed. I did not need to be told what to do next. With my teeth I pulled down his underpants exposing his cock and balls. I licked the pre-cum of the tip of his penis and swallowed it.
Then I took him into my mouth and moved back and forth on it. In effect I was masturbating him with my mouth. I could feel him harden and expand. He groaned. My mouth filled with his semen. After I cleaned him with my mouth, I lifted his underpants back with my teeth. I closed his fly in the same way as I had opened it.
“Oh, thank you, Kevin! That was wonderful! You may put your hands back.” “Thank YOU, Master James, for the honor and pleasure of serving you! I will do this anytime you wish it!”
“That’s wonderful! Now instead of dumping my seed into a toilet, I’ll drop it into my slave’s mouth!”
Everything I did as a slave was strangely detached. It was as though I was an observer watching it happen to someone else. My sexual response was limited and ongoing. It was as though I were living some horribly perverted, degenerate sexual fantasy.
It was as though I were imagining what would please my beautiful family and its members especially James. Was it because I had been frozen for 143 years? Was it because I was locked into a chastity tube? Was it both?
Master James reminded me of me. 172 years earlier, I was an eighteen year old boy, wearing only short shorts on a hot summer day. It was unimaginable then that I would own a male slave my Dad’s age who would do anything I wanted him to do cheerfully, no matter how degrading.
As we rode home, he said, “Faster, Boy!” “Yes Master James!” Although my legs were becoming sore, I increased my speed.
“Faster, Slave!” With difficulty, I obeyed. I screamed with pain as he hit me with the riding crop.
After about the third painful blow with the riding crop, I asked, “Am I still your confidant, Master James?” “Yes, I’ll confide in you when my cock is in your mouth and down your throat!”
“Master James, I love you. Are we friends?” “Yes, Kevin! But you are still my slave!”
It was Friday and Dr. Libby arrived. Behind her was a gloved, short booted white man, wearing a thick, sweat soaked tea shirt. He was short, in fact shorter than his owner, the lusciously beautiful Dr. Libby, who wore a light grey cocktail type dress with bare back and shoulders. Her upper garment was attached to her lower one by two triangles, one on either side, buttoned at the tips, leaving her navel exposed in a triangular bare midriff and her lower back exposed. She wore a brief miniskirt and very brief sandals.
The little white man rushed over to Mistress Christina and got down on all fours, sidewise in front of her. He remained as my owner got up and she and Dr. Libby hugged and kissed one another and complemented one another on their appearances.
Dr. Libby asked, almost humbly, “May I ask that the gentlemen and the slave address me as ‘Mistress Doctor’?”
“So ordered.” Mistress Christina said simply, sitting back and putting her feet and legs on the little slave’s back, making him a human footrest.
Suddenly, without warning, she yelled angrily at me, “Seat Mistress Doctor in the recliner, You Clumsy Moron!” “Yes, Gracious Lady. My most humble apologies, Mistress Doctor.”
My owner then said, “Allow me to introduce my family.” As she introduced them in order: Sarah, Tilda, Rob, James, Joe, each of them got down on his or her knees, touched his or her forehead to the floor and then lifted it remaining on his or her knees. To each Mistress Doctor said, “I am very pleased to meet you (name).” To the girls she extended her hands and to the men she extended her feet.
When two year old Joe bowed down to her and raised his head, she extended her foot. Little Joe looked confused. His mother said, in a very soft loving voice, “Joe, kiss the pretty lady’s foot.”
He did, but he withdrew. His mother said, gently, “No, Joe, keep kissing! Yes that’s it!” Mistress Doctor withdrew her foot and extended her other one. Joe kissed that one.
“Oh, Joe, you are so adorable!” Mistress Doctor cooed. “Oh, my, what a good looking family! James, how old are you?” “Mistress Doctor I am eighteen years old.” “You are six years my junior. Oh, you are so handsome! I’ll bet the girls can’t keep their hands off of you!” She was young for a doctor. She must be very smart.
Master James blushed. “S-somehow they m-manage, Mistress Doctor!”
My owner said, “Won’t you stay for dinner, Libby? We’ll feed Simon and Kevin.” The tone of her voice suddenly changed from gracious and solicitous to stern and harsh, “Is dinner ready, Kevin?” “Yes, Beautiful Goddess!” I served, kissing hands. Even little Joe held his hand out for me to kiss.
Mistress Doctor said, “You don’t need to feed Simon. I make him miss a meal every now and then.” “Oh? Why?” “I do it to remind him of his servility and his inferiority and his complete dependence upon me.”
She was as cruel as she was gracious. I was very worried! She said, “In a little over two weeks, my big black boyfriend Jack, that’s Master Jack to you, Slave Kevin, and I are going to a concert over a hundred miles away. We will be going and coming by Limousine. The total cost of the single evening is about the equivalent of 50 hours on an energy machine. I’m wealthy enough to pay without worrying about that, but the idea of a white man doing 50 hours of whip driven grueling hard labor to pay for one evening in style for Master and Mistress appeals to me!” “50 hours of whip driven grueling labor” Mistress Christina said, “to pay for one evening of pleasure, for folks who already have more than enough?! I LOVE IT!”
Mistress Doctor said, “Four hours a day, every day for two weeks is 56 hours. What do you think about this, Slave Kevin?” “I favor whatever pleases my Mistresses.”
“Okay, here’s what I propose:” Mistress Doctor said, “For two weeks we’ll swap! Simon will be yours and Slave Kevin will be mine! Slave Simon lives in fear of my slightest displeasure. He is very sensitive to pain, which makes him easy to control. He knows that if you are not delighted with him I will punish him without mercy.”
My owner replied, “Look at Kevin, Libby! He’s the flabbiest slave on the planet. Four hours a day for fourteen days would kill him!”
“I’m a medical Doctor! He won’t die! But if I’m wrong, I’ll give you Simon. When I give Kevin back to you, he will be well on his way to becoming a real man!”
This beautiful but evil woman had a kind of hypnotic influence. “It’d a deal!” My owner declared! Mistress Doctor got up, ran over and hugged Mistress Christina, who said, hopefully, “The four hours each day will be two hours twice a day, won’t they? Not four consecutive hours?!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Christina but I’m a psychiatrist. I have patients on weekdays. He will work from 7:00 P.M. to 11:00 P.M. on my Machine weekdays. I’m sorry. During the days, I’ll lend him out to friends for housekeeping and ah” She said, grinning wickedly, “other services!” My heart sank.
We went out and I saw that she had a car bike like James’s except that the cab was about four feet above the ground. She stood facing me. If I could have spoken, I would have told her that her beauty was breathtaking.
Like lightening, her beautiful bare shouldered arm came across my face with full force knocking me to the ground in pain. Pointing to the ground and moving her finger she said, “All fours, Stupid!”
“Yes, Mistress Doctor. I humbly- ow! 0uch! Apologize to my beautiful Mistress!” I said, as she used my back as a step to climb into the cab, her high heels grinding painfully. I started pedaling.
She said, “How do you feel, Kevin? Speak freely.” “Mistress Doctor, my predominant feelings are pain and fear.”
“You are intelligent and articulate, unlike most slaves. I will especially enjoy you.” “Thank you, Mistress Doctor, for your kind words!” “How do you feel about serving me, Slave Kevin?” “Mistress Doctor, you are twenty four years old. That’s very young to be a Medical Doctor. So you must be very smart! You have beauty and brains and as my face knows, physical strength, all of the attributes of a Goddess! I adore you and worship you!”
“And now I THANK YOU for your kind words, Kevin.”
She paused. “I am a psychiatrist and a hypnotist and I can almost read minds even without hypnosis. But I can’t read yours and it frustrates me. You say all of the right things. You seem to love the taste of Masters and Mistresses feet. Are you sincere? Or are all of your sweet words a survival strategy. Are you thinking, ‘I’d like to strangle that piece of poontang!’?”
“Piece of what?” “It means ‘Nigger piece of ass!’” “Oh, I assure you, Mistress Doctor, that I am sincere! You are a Goddess and I worship you! Having the taste of your beautiful feet in my humble mouth is heaven on earth!” “Well, of course, in either case, you would say something like that.”
After a moment of silence, I felt the pain of the riding crop. “Ow-ww!” She laughed. Everything about her was sexy, even her laugh. “That was a hint Slave Kevin.”
“Mistress Doctor, I believe that you were hinting that you wanted me to pedal faster, which I am now doing.” She clapped and laughed. “Now be quiet.”
By the time we reached her large elegant home, I stopped and rushed quickly over and got down on all fours beside the cab. This time as she used me as a step, she gave her heel an extra twist. “Ow-owww!” She laughed. I got up and rushed to the door, to hold it for her. I bowed low from the waste and kissed her hand.
Her home was even larger than the Croftus home. It had four stories including the basement and it had an elevator. “Slaves are not allowed to use the elevator unless a Master or Mistress is with them!”
In the basement were five cages hanging from the ceiling of which three were occupied by naked white men bowed down to their comfortably seated owner. The other two cages were empty. She pointed to one of them and said, “Your home for the next two weeks.”
There was a cot and bowed down in front of it was a tall muscular naked white man. She said his name, “Tony!” and he rushed over and bowed down to her and raised his head. She ignored him except to extend her foot for him to kiss, which he did with passion and enthusiasm, after saying “Thank you, Mistress Doctor!”
She pointed to an unmarked door and said, “There is the comfort station. Relieve yourself and brush your teeth and do whatever else you need to do and be quick about it!” When I came out, she kicked Tony roughly in the face with her bare foot to stop the kissing.
I knew the protocol. After I lifted my head from the floor, I knelt at attention. I expected and hoped that she would extend to me her beautiful bare feet to kiss. She did not. Instead she slapped my face once with each hand.
“When I say ‘Be quick about it’, slave!” She said angrily, “I do mean ‘Be quick about it’!” I groveled, “My beautiful and powerful Mistress Doctor, I most humbly apologize to you and I thank you for correcting me and making me a better slave.”
“You know, Slave Kevin, you grovel so well I sometimes wonder if you are being sarcastic!” She paused, “Tony, put this man up onto the Energy Machine and lock him!” He did. Mistress Doctor held a vicious looking riding crop in her hand as she walked toward me. She was smiling.
After almost two hours of fatigue and pain, I felt as though I had died and gone to where people without the right religion go. I collapsed. My eyes were closed, but I could still hear:
Tony said, “He’s faking, Mistress Doctor.” “No, he isn’t, Tony.” “Oh, My God!” He exclaimed, “Is he dead?” She laughed. “Oh, don’t be ridiculous, Tony!” “Maybe we should let him go?” He asked hopefully. “No! If we do that, he can fake it and we’ll never get anything done! He will do four hours tonight, NOT COUNTING the time he spends not functioning!”
I opened my eyes. “Okay!” I said, cheerfully. “Back to hell!” The grueling turning of one wheel by my locked hands and the other by my locked feet and the painful whippings continued. With twenty two minutes to go, I collapsed again.
At the end, Tony unlocked me. The lovely Mistress Doctor sat comfortably on her recliner, still holding her whip. I got down on my knees, touched my forehead to the floor and raised it.
She said, “Oh, Kevin, I am SO PROUD of you! Tonight you will not be caged although from tomorrow night on you will be caged. Your home for tonight is Suite34 on the third floor. You will serve me breakfast in bed at 7:00 A.M. and then you will do two hours on the machine. I will give you the address of my friends 54 year old Mistress Annette and her twenty year old daughter Mistress Nettie. You will remain there until 6:00 P.M. While there, you will serve them in any way that pleases them.”
She extended her feet, which I kissed with passion and enthusiasm. Then she touched her calves, which I kissed, and then her thighs. She lifted her miniskirt and she was wearing no panties. Her pubic hair was wet. She was sexually aroused. I kissed her pubic hair until she spread her legs exposing her beautiful red wet vagina. I felt tension in my constrained penis. I licked and kissed her delicious wetness. After a while, she had an orgasm, “Oh! Ooohh-Ooh!” I swallowed her rush of vaginal fluid tinged with urine.
That and what I had been through made me feel like John Wayne. Her second orgasm took longer and her third one much longer still! It was 10 minutes before 1:00 when she dismissed me.
“Thank you, Mistress Doctor, for the privilege of worshiping My Beautiful Goddess.”
In the year 2029, Mike Mitchell, at the age of 26, had it all! In high school, he narrowly missed being chosen as Captain of the football team. He was voted handsomest by the girls in his class. In college he was a football star.
After graduating, he took a job as executive secretary to a beautiful 30 year old female executive, whom he turned down when she asked him to marry her. It was not a dead loss for her, however: She was among the many females into whose vaginas and mouths Michael poured his semen.
It was in 1929 that tragedy struck the promising young athlete. He was diagnosed with Leukemia. He was frozen.
He was thawed in the year 2157, a year before I was. He was predictably angry and bitter but he didn’t mind cooking and house cleaning. He figured that if he learned to massage, he could train some young chick to massage him.
At the auction, Nettie Ford said, “Oh, Mommy, isn’t he hot? Buy him! Oh please, buy him!” One of the three bidders was a man whose stunningly beautiful daughter had him in tow.
Michael hoped she would win, but she didn’t. Instead, she was bought by Annette Ford, the mother of 20 year old Nettie, a plane faced but not unattractive young girl.
He rushed out, as required, but instead of bowing down to Mistress Annette, he stood belligerently, glaring down at her. “On your knees, Boy!” She demanded. “Fuck you, Princess!”
She slapped his face twice with each hand. In his time he would have hit her back but a note of caution entered his thinking. He was after all a slave.
He apologized. “I’m sorry Ma’am. I was rude to you. I’ll cook and clean for you, but I must insist on maintaining my dignity: I don’t kiss hands or feet and I don’t eat cock, pussy or ass! Understand?!”
“Yes, I understand you! Now I want you to understand me! To be blunt, we don’t employ you. We OWN you. You are our slave. You will OBEY us! You will kiss hands or feet and lick or kiss cocks, womanhoods or asses if we want you to. Now let’s get out of here!”
The Ford’s car bike cab was, like Mistress Doctor’s, elevated. “Get down on all fours right here, Michael.” “What the fuck for?”
She slapped his face again. At this point, he decided that discretion was the better part of valor. The two ladies climbed in, digging their heels into his back.
At this point, the young girl spoke. “Please pedal for us, Mikey.” “Mikey? Please call me Mike, not Mikey.” Her mother said, “We’ll call you whatever we want to call you. Now pedal faster, Asshole!”
“Yes Ma’am. Oh by the way, what’s that thing?” “It is what is commonly known as a riding crop. It is used for, among other things, encouraging lazy houseboys to pedal faster. For example..” “Ow! Owch!” he screamed as the pain seared his back.
Mistress Nettie couldn’t help herself. She laughed. When they arrived at the Ford home, Mistress Annette said, “All fours on the other side, Mikey.” “Yes Ma’am.”
They climbed down using his back and Mistress Annette handed him the keys to her front door. Like a gentleman he rushed ahead of them and opened and held the door, but he did not bow or kiss their hands.
Following Mistress Annette’s order, Michael cooked and served dinner. When he started to sit down at the dinner table, Mistress Annette said, “What do you think you are doing? You will wait on us and eat after us in the kitchen and clean up.” “Yes Ma’am!”
As he was cleaning the kitchen, Mistress Nettie entered and said, “May I help you, Michael?” “Oh, no thank you, Pretty Lady, but if you want to sit and watch me while I work, we could get to know one another.”
“That’s great! I know you were disappointed that Barbara Hooker didn’t buy you!” “Who?” “The gorgeous blond bitch who was with her Daddy.”
“Oh yes, I remember. No.” He lied, “I preferred the way things turned out.”
“Why? She’s so much prettier than I am!” “Not in my opinion!” “Really?!” “Really!” Michael wondered, with some amusement, if he should check his nose to make sure it wasn’t growing.
“Besides” he said, “I can tell that you’re very smart!” “I was close to the head of my class!” What a lucky guess! “Do you still date in this time, Nettie?” “Yes!” “Will you go out dancing with me, Pretty Lady?” “I’d love to!”
“Saturday?” “Oh, I’m sorry, Michael, but I have a date Saturday. Friday okay?” “No!” he said, arrogantly, “Saturday!” “B-but I prom..” “Call up and cancel or forget about dating me!”
With tears in her eyes, she called up and told Bud that she was dating a boy she didn’t know because her mother was forcing her to. Bud adored her. He worshiped the ground she walked on. He had told her that her slightest whim was his command,
“This is what I want to do, Nettie! I don’t want it known that I’m a slave and that my manly parts are locked away. So I need a cover story: What do you think of this? I’m your mother’s live in secretary!”
“I like it, but just to be on the safe side, I think we should tell my Mom.” “I don’t know about that. She really doesn’t like me. I don’t think she wants her daughter dating a slave.” “Your last statement is correct, which is all the more reason for telling her!” “You’re right! You are smart!” They told her.
At one point he said “Look over there! Isn’t that Barbara Hooker?” “Yes, it is.” “We’ve got to get out of here! I don’t want her to see me!” “Because she bid on you? She knows you’re a slave?” “Yes.”
From then on they usually went to the next town, to avoid the risk of being seen by the beautiful Barbara Hooker.
After a few more dates, he held Mistress Nettie in his arms and said, “Sweetheart, I can’t live like this. I need your help!” “Oh, I will do anything for you, my big, handsome, beloved man!”
“Tomorrow, your mother will be gone all day. I want you to search every inch of her place until you find the key to my chastity tube. Then take it out and copy it and then return the original to exactly where you found it and give me the copy.”
He paused. “Will you do this for me?” “Of course I will!” “Then I can love you the way a wonderful lady like you deserves to be loved!”
When Mistress Annette returned home the next night, she checked as she usually did, and found that the key was exactly where she left it. Unbeknownst to her, Michael’s plan had gone off without a hitch: he now could unlock and lock himself at will.
After their next date, Mistress Nettie rented a hotel room using her pay and allowance. He undressed completely. She wore a miniskirt with no panties underneath.
Michael said, “A woman’s body has three orifices. I want all three of yours! There are two things I do like about this time: perfect anti-pregnancy pills for both men and women and no sexually transmitted diseases which cannot be cured.”
Without warning, he rammed his cock into her vagina. She ‘came’ almost immediately. He came shortly thereafter.
He held her and kissed her nipples until he recovered his erection. Then he rammed it up her ass and she cried out in pain.
With his third erection, he entered her mouth. “Don’t spit it out!” He said sharply.
As was inevitable, Mistress Nettie and Michael ran into Barbara Hooker, who was with an older man who was slightly graying and probably wealthy.
“Nettie Darling!” Barbara cooed, “You look lovely!” “Thanks, Barb! You’re no bag of bones yourself!”
“Henry!” Barbara said to her date, “Would you be a dear and go sit on that bench until I send for you?” “Of course, Darling!”
Michael said, “Ah, the power of a beautiful woman!” The three of them sat at a table. Michael said, “It Is a pleasure to see you again, Barbara!” He realized that he wanted very much to have sex with Barbara.
She reached her hand out and said, “I want you to call me ‘Mistress Barbara’, Michael, or should I address you as ‘Slave Michael’ or simply ‘Slave’?” Mistress Nettie said, quickly, “Don’t bother to hold your hand out, Barbara. He doesn’t kiss hands!”
“Would you be good enough to ask me to dance, Michael? Don’t worry, Nettie, we won’t be long.” “Mistress Barbara, may I have this dance?” As Michael and Mistress Barbara danced, he glanced back at the table at which sat Nettie, looking glum and nervous.
“Amazing, isn’t it, that someone so smart can be so transparent and so week?!” “If you brought me out here to insult Nettie, this dance serves no useful purpose!” He started to walk back toward the table, “Oh, I’m sorry, Michael,” she said quickly, “please forgive me!”
“I think you need to understand how I feel about Nettie!” He said coldly, “I love her!”
“I think you need to understand how you feel about me!” She said, softly, “You want me.” “What makes you think so?” “Ow!” He said, as she grabbed his hard manhood through his pants. He said, “Thank you for explaining that!” They both laughed.
“And I want you!” She exclaimed. Then she ran her tongue over her lips and said, “Mmm-mm yummy!” She paused and then she said, “Does she let you go out, from time to time, to be with the guys?” “I do. Why do you ask?” “Well don’t you see, Handsome? That would be a perfect cover for our dates!”
“Yes, it would, but it would be very dangerous for me!” “You’re afraid of her! Aren’t you? Seeing you together, who would guess that you eat her pussy? And what about her ass? Do you eat that too?” “I don’t eat pussy or ass!” He said, angrily.
“Okay! Okay.” She said softly, standing on the tips of her toes and kissing him on the mouth. “I’ll make a deal with you. Since the auction I’ve never seen you with a collar around your neck. The fact that you are a slave is our little secret. I’ll keep it that way if we date. You tell little Nettie that you are going out with the boys and we’ll get a hotel room, on me of course, and we’ll fuck each other until we’re both blue in the face! Deal?”
“There is a problem.” He said seriously. “Oh. what?” “How am I going to explain to Nettie why my face is blue?” he said, without cracking a smile. They both burst out laughing!
“Deal!” He said, “You smarmy little blackmailing bitch! Next Monday at 7:00 P.M. about 3 blocks from my home?” “Fine! I’ll pick you up in my motor car bike, you sleazy cheating bastard! Now, you’d better return to Nettie.”
The next time he met with ‘the guys’, Michael asked them to cover for him. In this world, dominated by women, they were all happy to agree.
For several weeks, unbeknownst to Mistress Nettie, Michael and Barbara dated and made mad passionate love. Usually, but not always, they committed their sins in complete privacy. But occasionally, despite Michael’s unease, they were in public in the same town where Michael and Mistress Barbara first met. He understood that she wanted to be seen with him.
At this point you are probably beginning to wonder what happened to me, Kevin Lightfoot, currently known more commonly as ‘Slave Kevin.’
Do you remember the lusciously, exquisitely, breathtakingly beautiful and wealthy 24 year old African American Medical Doctor, whom I was to address as Mistress Doctor?
She had a date planned with her “Big black boyfriend” which involved a concert over a hundred miles away to be traveled by Limousine. The cost was about the same as 50 hours of grueling, whip driven labor on an energy machine.
Despite her wealth, she liked the idea of a white guy undergoing that ordeal and so she borrowed me from my owner, the beautiful Mistress Christina for two weeks, during each day of which I would be on ‘The Machine’ for four hours.
It was Saturday. I had served Mistress Doctor breakfast in bed, bowed with my nose touching the floor while she ate at her leisure and then did two hours on The Machine.
Next I was to double time (run) to the address I was given for a friend of Mistress Doctor. She was 54 year old Mistress Annette and she lived with her daughter, 20 year old Mistress Nettie.
When I knocked on the door, I was met by a strikingly handsome and muscular young man wearing a slave collar around his neck. “Who the fuck are you?” He asked.
“I’m Slave Kevin, the property of Mistress Christina, on loan to Mistress Doctor. I am ordered to report to Mistress Annette. Who the fuck are you?”
“I’m Michael. Follow me.” He led me into a large living room where sat an overweight middle aged lady with artificially blond hair. I rushed over and bowed down to her. As I lifted my head she stuck both feet out and said, “Take my shoes off, Boy. Michael, fetch my red nail polish and some old newspapers and be quick about it.” “Yes Ma’am.”
“Mistress Annette, may I have the honor and privilege of kissing your lovely feet?” I pleaded. Mistress Annette burst out laughing. “You’re kidding, aren’t you?”
“No, Mistress Annette, I’m serious. Your slightest whim is my command!” “Do you really mean it?” “Yes Mistress Annette, I really mean it!”
“Okay Slave Boy, you asked for it! Now you’re going to get it! Don’t kiss my dirty smelly sweaty feet! Lick them and don’t spit anything out, Foot Slave!” Her description of her feet was accurate if not understated.
Her slave Michael and her daughter, Mistress Nettie arrived almost simultaneously. Mistress Nettie said, “E-eee-eeoo-ooo. Oh Mommy, how could you make the poor man do that?” “This is Kevin, the guy I told you about this morning: the PERFECT SLAVE!”
“Foot Slave, this is, as you have probably guessed, my daughter Nettie!” The young girl wore a brief miniskirt and dress with bare back and shoulders. She giggled, “Hi, there, Foot Slave!”
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Mistress Nettie!” Mistress Annette said, “Get started on my toenails, Foot Slave!” “Yes Mistress Annette!” “Blow on them, you Stupid Jackass!” “Yes, Mistress Annette. I most humbly apologize.”
“Mother! Don’t yell at the poor man and call him names! That’s not like you!” Mistress Annette just giggled and otherwise ignored her daughter.
After I finished, Mistress Annette said, “Okay, my darling daughter, now I’m going to show you what a real slave does.” She clapped her hands loudly. I was confused and frightened. I didn’t know what she wanted me to do.
Michael ran into the room. With great relief, I realized that the claps were for Michael! Mistress Annette said, “Sit down and relax, Mike! Enjoy the demonstration you are about to see.”
She paused. Nettie, you’ve always wanted a puppy dog. Now she has one, hasn’t she. Fido? I said, “Woof!” I crawled around on all fours, barking and licking the ladies’ hands and feet. They laughed and seemed to enjoy my humiliating display. Slave Michael seemed to want me to lick his hands and feet but I carefully avoided them, which didn’t seem to bother the ladies.
Mistress Annette said, “Michael get the chains and be quick about it. On your side, Foot Slave.” “Yes Mistress Annette!” She fastened my wrists together behind me and my ankles together. Then she fastened my wrists to my ankles, drawing me very tightly. I groaned.
She sat on a couch and pulled up her skirt hanging her whole heavy bare left leg down to the floor. Her bare foot was on the floor. “Come to Mama, Foot Slave.”
I could only move my toes and so I moved very slowly. Mistress Annette clapped impatiently, scaring me. When I reached her, she said, “You know what to do! So do it!”
“Yes, Mistress Annette! Thank you, Mistress Annette!” I placed my lips on the instep of her left foot and kissed with passion and enthusiasm! “Ooo-ooo-Mmm!”
The innocent young Mistress Nettie said, with a tone of amazement, “He loves it! He loves kissing your feet!”
Mistress Annette said, “Kiss and lick my calf up to my knees.” “Yes, Mistress Annette!” I obeyed. Then she said, “Now do my thighs, Foot Slave!” “As My Lovely Mistress wishes!”
“And now do my ass, Foot Slave!” She laughed. “Or now should I call you Butt Slave?” As I reached the top of her thighs, I could already smell her vagina and it was not pleasant!
She did not expose it as I expected, but she stood up and sat down on the couch facing the other way, this time exposing her RIGHT leg and putting her right foot on the floor. I went through the same routine.
This time she did expose her foul smelling vagina. I didn’t need to be told. I kissed her pubic hair, humming with the pleasure I did not feel.
She spread her legs, placing her left leg atop the back of the couch, opening her red wet vagina and making it impossible to breathe and escape the stink.
I didn’t have to be told. I licked and kissed the walls of her vagina and I gently sucked her clitoris. I enjoyed doing this, despite the smell and my conclusion that she had very recently concluded a monthly period. Her vaginal juices were tainted by menstrual blood and urine. It seemed to take a long time, but at last she came: “Ooo-oohh-Mmm!”
Whenever I gave a woman an orgasm by servicing her orally, I always got a deep sense of personal satisfaction. This time was no exception. After I swallowed her vaginal mixture, I began servicing her again.
Mistress Nettie got up and started to walk toward the stair case. Her mother asked, “Where are you going?” “I’m going to clean myself.” “What for? He’s only a slave!” Mistress Nettie muttered something and ran upstairs.
As usual Mistress Annette’s second orgasm took longer than her first, her third still longer and so on until her fifth. Altogether they took more than two hours.
It was after her first, but before her second that Mistress Nettie came down. She was stark naked and she sat down boldly on Michael’s lap and played with his hair.
It was obvious that she was in love with him! After Mistress Annette’s fifth orgasm, she got up and gestured for her daughter to take her place.
Mistress Nettie had a wonderful shapely young body and a gracious smile. She lay down on the couch with her left foot on the floor.
She started to unfasten my wrists from my ankles. “STOP THAT!” Her mother yelled. “Alright, Mommy!” Mistress Nettie said meekly.
I decided to be gracious myself. I said, “Mistress Nettie, I know I am unworthy but I most humbly beg for the honor of kissing your lovely foot! Please, Mistress Nettie?” She giggled like a little school girl. “Oh, I guess I’ll let you.” “Oh, thank you, Mistress Nettie! Thank you very much!”
I followed the same routine I had followed with her mother. She was clean and sweet and I said, “Mistress Nettie, you are a lovely young woman, whose slave it is my pleasure to be!”
With her mother’s permission, Mistress Nettie untied me and her mother sent Michael and me to do housework.
“So tell me about yourself, Kevin.” I did, while we worked. I told him everything I have just told you. Then, I said, “It’s your turn Michael.”
As he told me his story, he stopped just before he told me about meeting and dancing with Barbara Hooker, He said, “What I am about to tell you is ENTRE NOUS, Kevin. Can I trust you? Will you promise to keep my confidence?”
“Yes and yes! You can trust me, Michael, and I do promise to keep your confidence.” He told me about his ongoing affair with the beautiful Barbara Hooker.
I was shocked! “Michael, you’re playing with fire! What will happen if the woman who loves you and owns you finds out about this?”
“I’ll be in BIG TROUBLE!” “That’s putting it mildly!”
At 6:00 P.M. I was dismissed by Mistress Annette. I ran back to the palatial residence of the beautiful, brilliant Mistress Doctor as fast as my 47 year old legs would carry me. I knew that I would, in any case, be verbally chastised and quite possibly beaten for being too slow.
As I entered the estate, by the ‘Servant’s Entrance’ in back, I found my Mistress clad in the briefest Bikini I had ever seen. It was white and her ass was completely bare. She was on her knees in front of a huge muscular black man wearing nothing but a jock strap, which was down around his feet to accommodate his huge cock which was in my Mistress’ mouth.
As I bowed down to them, he said, “You must be Slave Kevin!” “Yes, Master and you must be Master Jack!” “I am!” He held his huge sweaty hand out. If he had held it sideways, I would have shaken it, but he held it palm down and so I kissed it: “Mmm-mmm-Ooohh! Thank you, Master Jack!”
As he withdrew his hand, he ordered, “Get under her and open your mouth, Boy, to receive her orgasm.” “Yes, Master Jack!” Her delicious orgasm was not long in coming. Neither was his.
“Kiss her ass, boy!” “Yes, Master, Thank you, Master!”
After she swallowed his semen she spoke. “Ah, my little slave has returned! I hoped he would be so anxious to get back to me that he would hurry! But, alas, he just took a leisurely stroll! But we’ll discuss this, later. For now, caress my asshole with your tongue and kiss it!”
“Yes, Mistress Doctor! Thank you, Mistress Doctor!” The taste of shit was on my tongue. It was horrible even from a Goddess! But it really was my pleasure to serve! WAS I CRAZY?! She had another orgasm.
She ordered me to clean Master Jack’s cock with my tongue. I caressed her asshole with my tongue and then I ate his semen from his cock. This was sexual humiliation par excellence.
A fairly short white man came in, wearing a loose fitting yellow robe attached to his slave collar, gloves and short boots. He bowed from the waste and said, “Mistress and Master, dinner is ready.”
As he seated and served them, he kissed their hands. Slave Howard and I introduced ourselves and shook hands. He was a houseboy indentured to Master Jack.
After the meal, Howard and I ate and cleaned up the kitchen. I asked him, “How do you like being owned by a man?” “I love it!” He replied, “I’m gay! I make no bones about it! I am in love with Master Jack! I was indentured for five years. I freely extended that for life!”
I told him my story. “I hated it at first. I burned with the injustice of it all, but I was driven by sheer terror! I knew that there was no way out, no escape. We had an adage in my day: If you are about to be raped and you can’t prevent it, lie back and enjoy it. I surrendered psychologically.
When you become submissive, you love unconditionally and the distinction between homo and hetero becomes meaningless.”
After we finished, we reported to Mistress Doctor and Master Jack on the veranda.
Mistress Doctor gave me ten painful blows with a riding crop for being ‘slow’. I groveled, “My most humble apologies to my lovely Mistress. Thank you, Mistress Doctor, for punishing me as I deserve.”
A petite black lady, dressed as was Mistress Doctor, was standing by her side, holding a riding crop in her hand. Mistress Doctor said, “Allow me to introduce Mistress Naomi, my employee, my overseer and my friend, Get on your knees and kiss her hands.” I did.
She was instructed to supervise me for my two hours on the Machine. She was much smaller than Mistress Doctor and so the individual blows did not hurt as much, but she more than made up for it in frequency.
After I finished, I waited on my naked Master and Mistress, serving them drinks on the veranda and then lying on the couch with Mistress Doctor, whose bare ass and full body weight was on my face, being fucked by her big handsome boyfriend.
After they had both had their orgasms, I was ordered to get on my knees in front of her and eat his semen from her vagina.
On the next day I was ‘milked’! I was taken driving her car bike by Mistress Naomi to ‘Mistress Joni’s Energy Farm’. There was a huge room with about thirty energy machines, with all but a couple being run by whip driven men. The horror of it almost made me vomit.
Mistress Joni was a blond blue eyed Amazon, six foot two inches tall in bare feet. She wore a dress with bare back and shoulders and brief miniskirt with brief flat sandals.
I bowed down to her. As I lifted my head she extended a large foot which I kissed with passion and enthusiasm. I kissed her other foot and then she led me into a small room and ordered me to drop my pants and bare my bottom. A man there stuck a probe up my ass. I realized that semen was coming out of me, without the possibility of an erection. It was uncomfortable but not painful and there was no pleasure. As was customary, after that, I received a severe beating.
A couple of days later, after serving Mistress Doctor breakfast in bed, I was told that, in Mistress Doctor’s absence, three ladies would come over and sit on the veranda, possibly using her swimming pool. They were Mistresses Naomi, Charlotte and Bommie. Mistress Charlotte was Mistress Doctor’s younger sister.
When they arrived, all wearing brief bikinis with bare asses, I bowed down and kissed their feet with passion and enthusiasm. I held their chairs for them and then I ran in and put three wine glasses on a tray with a carafe of white wine and a carafe of red wine.
As fast as I could, I brought the tray out and poured a wine glass for each lady, according to her choice and kissed her hand.
Mistress Charlotte was as beautiful as her sister. I wanted to say so, but it would have offended the other two ladies.
Mistress Charlotte was saying, “I really like my sister’s setup, here: A white dude greeting us at the door, bowing down and kissing our feet and then waiting on us hand and foot!”
Mistress Bommie asked, “What can we make him do?” “Don’t ask me!” Mistress Naomi said, “Ask him.” “How about that, White Boy?” Mistress Bommie asked, “What can we make you do?” “Mistress Bommie, you can make me do anything you want me to do!”
“Anything?! You mean absolutely anything?!”
“Yes, Mistress Bommie! Absolutely anything!”
The diminutive Mistress Naomi poured her wine onto the tile floor and said, laughing, “Whoops! Lick that up off of the dirty floor, White Boy!”
“Yes, Mistress Naomi.” I obeyed. I managed to avoid getting sick. Mistress Charlotte said, laughing, “Oh, Maomi, you’re such a bitch!”
After a pause, she said, “Why don’t we do my sister a favor and have the obedient white boy clean the whole tile area around the pool with his tongue?”
Mistress Naomi said, “And you’re calling ME a bitch?!”
I started to lick the dirty floor, feeling sick, but I didn’t get very far. Mistress Charlotte said, “Don’t spit it out! Swallow it, White Boy! Now climb up onto the high diving board and jump off! No, don’t take your clothes off!” Needless to say, I obeyed!
As they were about to leave and I again bowed down and kissed their feet, Mistress Charlotte said, addressing me by name for the first time, “Kevin, it has been a real pleasure! You’re a good sport!”
“Mistresses Charlotte, Naomi and Bommie, it has been my pleasure to serve you! Thank you very much!”
The rest of the two weeks was painful and humiliating, but I was proud of myself for having born it like a man and for having given orgasms to such a magnificent woman.
At the end of the two weeks, I got down on all fours by Mistress Doctor’s elevated car bike cab and felt her sharp heels in my back.
“I’ll bet you’re happy to be going home, aren’t you Kevin?” “In all honesty, Mistress Doctor, it was very hard to sleep in that cage! I really missed my nice warm bed!”
“By keeping a white man in a cage, I am treating him like an animal, which pleases me. How do you feel about that, Kevin?”
“It is an honor for a lowly worm like me to suffer for the pleasure of a Goddess like you. I am extremely grateful. Thank you, Mistress Doctor! Thank you!” “You’re welcome. Now be quiet!” “Yes, Mistress Doctor!”
When we arrived at the home of the Mistress Christina family, the two beautiful slave owners hugged and kissed one another. Mistress Doctor accepted Mistress Christina’s invitation to dinner which I was ordered to prepare.
We all went through the same rituals that we did two weeks earlier. Mistress Christina asked, “How was Kevin, Libby? Was he a good slave?” “Oh, Christina, Kevin was WONDERFUL! You should be very proud!”
I was very proud of myself!
Mistress Doctor asked, “And Simon? How was he, Christina?” “Slave Simon was perfect! You have trained him extremely well! You should be very proud! You should reward him.”
“Oh, I’m so glad to hear that! I will reward him right now if I may!” Mistress Christina replied, “Oh, please do!” “Slave Simon, you may kiss my feet!” “Oh, thank you, Mistress Doctor! Thank you!” Slave Simon kissed the feet of Mistress Doctor with passion and enthusiasm. To make up for the fourteen days, Mistress Doctor said she would pass up the next seven weeks.
On the second Thursday after my return, my six foot seven inch trainer arrived. He kissed both of Mistress Christina’s hands. He wanted to know how I was doing. She gave him a glowing report on me.
He said, “A situation has come up, which is of concern to my boss, Dr. Libby. I am sorry, but it’s confidential. I need Kevin. May I please borrow him for today?”
“Yes. Will you be going anywhere near Mistress Joni’s Energy Farm?” “Yes! Why?” “Kevin is due for a milking. Would you take him there?”
“Ms. Christina, I’d be glad to!”
As we drove out in David’s motor car bike, he said, “Ironically, we’re not going near Mistress Joni’s Energy Farm, we’re going TO it!”
“What’s all of this about, Master David?” “Don’t call me Master. Just call me David!” “How about Shorty? May I call you that?” He laughed. “I’m glad to see that indentured servitude hasn’t lessened your sense of humor.”
His tone changed. He was serious. “Kevin, you spent a day with Annette Ford, her daughter Nettie ford and their slave Michael, did you not?” “I did!”
“You may have noticed that Ms. Nettie was in love with him.” “I did! Head over heels!” “He was engaged in a public deception that he was not a slave.
Her former boyfriend Bud, who was still in love with her, followed Michael and found, as he suspected that Michael was cheating with a girl named Barbara Hooker. Bud rigged a hidden camera and got pictures. He also got five witnesses. He went to the Ford household and exposed Michael.” He paused.
I said, “At this point, the fit hit the shan.”
“You know it! Poor little Nettie was broken hearted and furious! In fact to say that she was furious is probably an understatement! Nettie’s mother Annette Ford consigned him to Miss Joni’s big room indefinitely. It’s hard to feel much sympathy for Michael.”
“Not for me, it isn’t. I’ve seen that room! I almost threw up! I wouldn’t wish that on Osama Bin Laden!”
“The big room is suicide proof, Kevin, but he won’t be there forever. Mistress Joni thinks he’s suicidal. “What can I do?” “He likes you and respects you. Talk to him!”
“After the milking and the beating, of course.” “Of course!”
After the milking and the beating I went into the nightmare room. A big tough mean looking guy came up to me and said, “What do you want, Slave Boy?”
“Master, I would like to talk to Michael, over there!” He looked at his clipboard and said, “Who are you?” “Master, I’m slave Kevin!”
“Rob, take M3 to Room 2.” He pointed “Down that hall! You have 15 minutes.” “Yes, Master! Thank you, Master!”
There were two recliners facing one another. Michael was brought in with the help of a man and a woman. He could barely walk. I stood up and we hugged one another. He had tears in his eyes.
This was the big arrogant, handsome, muscular, macho man who refused to be treated like a slave.
“Oh, Kevin, (sniff) I’m SO glad to see you!” “It’s mutual, Michael. I suppose the customary thing for me to say, would be ‘How are you?’ but I can see how you are. Is this place as horrible as it appears to be?”
“No, Kevin. It’s worse! I guess you know how I got caught with my pants down. (sniff) Kevin, you should have seen Nettie. She was bawling like a little child and slapping my face. I thought she would never stop! I didn’t dare raise my hand to try to stop her.
They brought me here (sniff) and I asked Mistress Annette, how long I’d be here. She didn’t answer but she said that when I leave here I would be completely broken. There would be no more nonsense about not eating pussy or not kissing feet, I would wear my slave robe, neck collar and wrist collars at all times and sweet little (sniff) Nettie said I would kiss her feet in public (sniff) and let people know that I liked it. Mistress Annette said that I would live in fear of their slightest displeasure.
I have been on a Machine for more than seven hours today, with more than five to go. The whipping and the pain are almost constant.
This place is suicide proof, but when I get out, I’m going to kill myself! I should have kept the Leukemia and refused to be frozen.”
“Michael, do you really think your handsome face and your beautiful muscular body are all you’re worth? You are a smart, articulate, charming man. Your death would be a terrible loss!” “Oh? To whom?” “To me for example, but more importantly to Mistress Nettie!”
“She (sniff) hates me!” “No, she doesn’t! She loves you! She’s very, very angry with you and you will suffer much more pain and humiliation as a result of that anger, but in time the anger will dissipate and the love will remain.
Michael, I am only an indentured houseboy, but I think I have some influence! I’ll try to use it to help get you out of this hell hole!” “Oh, Kevin,” he said, pathetically, “I’d be so (sniff) grateful!”
As we left, I said, “David, I would like to see Mistress Doctor about Michael. May I please?” “Okay. How did you find the arrogant bastard?”
“I found him by looking in the big room, the room of horrors.”
He laughed. “You know what I mean! What shape is he in?”
“David, he’s a pathetic, whimpering little boy!”
“Good! It serves the bastard right!” “David, are you and I friends?” “Yes, Kevin! I hope so!” “May I yell at you?” “Of course!”
“Michael is a human being who has made a mistake and he’s suicidal, YOU DUMB BASTARD!
“You’re right Kevin, of course you are!” David groveled, “Where is my compassion? Please forgive me, Kevin!” “I forgive you, David!” “Thank you, Kevin!”
We arrived at the office door with a sign that said, “Mistress Elizabeth Dinero M.D.” Inside, sitting at a desk was the tiny Mistress Naomi. David said, “Kevin would like to see Mistress Doctor briefly.” She got up, quickly, and went in. She came out quickly and took us into a waiting room.
When Mistress Doctor entered, David and I fell to our knees. Once again I was overwhelmed by her beauty. “Well, David?” She said, impatiently, “What’s up?” “Boss, Kevin has something he would like to discuss with you.”
“Fine. While he talks you will pamper my feet!” “Yes, Boss!” “Well, Kevin? I haven’t got all day!” “Mistress Doctor, do you know what has happened to Mistresses Annette’s and Nettie’s slave Michael?” “Yes, I do! It serves him right.”
“If he stays there much longer, I’m afraid that when he gets out, he’ll kill himself! Mistress Annette wants to break him! She wants him to live in fear of their slightest displeasure! Believe me, Mistress Doctor, he is broken and he does live in fear!” “I’ll visit him.” She promised. “He can’t fool me. If he’s not trying to fool me, I’ll speak to Annette and ask for mercy for him! You do realize that she can put him there legally and leave him as long as she chooses, do you not?”
“Yes, Mistress Doctor. Is it because of his infidelity?” “No, Kevin, it’s because of his indenture!”
There was a table in the middle of the large back yard of the Mistress Christina family home, which was used for lunch during warmer weather. I served, of course.
At meals, the children could not leave without their mother’s permission, which was not always given. Master Rob never asked.
One day, as I stood by, the three children, Mistresses Sarah and Tilda and Master James and no-one else were at the table. Master James got up and walked toward the house.
Mistress Sarah called out, “Hey, James, where do you think you’re going?” “I’m going into the house. Why?” “I haven’t dismissed you! Get back here!” “I don’t need your permission! You’re not Mom!” “You get back here or I’ll tell Mom you were disrespectful!”
He gave in. His erection almost burst his pants. He fell to his knees and said, “I’m sorry I disobeyed you. Please forgive me. May I please be excused, Ms. Sarah?” “No.” she said curtly, “Come on, Tilda.” “When may I leave, Ms. Sarah?” “When it suits my whim.” She replied. She and Mistress Tilda burst out laughing.
“What do you think I should have done, Kevin?” “You did what you should have done, Master James. You followed your cock! You were a gentleman!” “I guess they could see my erection, couldn’t they?” “Master James, the whole world could see that erection!”
“It’s still there!” He said, “As soon as I am allowed to leave, I want the usual! Okay?” “Master James, you are my master and I am your slave. You should never ask me. You should always TELL me!”
“Alright, here is an order: Go in and ask, beg if necessary, my sister to release me from this table. Go!” I went! Mistresses Sarah and Tilda were playing a board game on the living room floor. I was on my knees with my hand raised. In a tone of utter contempt, Mistress Sarah said, “What do you want, Worm?”
“Oh, My Beautiful Mistress Sarah, I most humbly beg that you release your brother, my master, from the back yard table!”
To my astonishment, she said, very impatiently, “Okay, he can go! Now get out of here and leave us alone!” “Yes, Mistress Sarah! Thank you, Mistress Sarah!”
She was so beautiful! I desperately wanted her to like me!
I went out and told James the good news. I suggested that instead of taking the direct route through the back porch, it would be safer to go around through the kitchen and directly into the safest room in the house, my bedroom.
Before he became my Master, he relieved himself by dropping his seed into the toilet. Since the first time he did the ‘usual’: I sucked him to orgasm and swallowed his seed.
On another occasion, I was vacuuming the living room floor. Master James was seated at one end of the living room, closest to the back and Mistress Tilda was at the other end, closest to the front.
Abruptly, the twelve year old said, “James, get me a coke!” She snapped it out. It was an order! Master James said, “Yes, Ms. Tilda!” and then he ran into the kitchen and fetched a coke. As he handed it to her she snatched it out of his hand without even looking at him, let alone thanking him. “Will that be all, Ms. Tilda?” She dismissed him with a wave of her hand.
On another occasion, Master James and Mistress Tilda were sitting as before, when Master James got up and started to walk toward the front door.
“Where are you going?” “I’m going out for a walk, with Kevin.” The twelve year old waxed indignant: “Without my permission?!” “Oh, I’m sorry, Ms. Tilda, what must I do to get your permission?”
Of course he could have asked, first, “May I have permission?” But he was again led by his expanding cock. She said, “Lick the floor clean!”
“Then may we go for a walk, please, Ms. Tilda?” She giggled. “Maybe.” “Wh-what part of the floor d-do you want me to lick, M-ms. S-Tilda?” “All of the exposed wooden floor in the living room, and be careful! Don’t get slivers in your tongue!” “Yes, Ms. Tilda!”
He started licking the floor at the far front end of the living room as his twelve year old sister watched him, smiling.
Mistress Tilda said, “Help him, Kevin. Start at the other end.” “Yes Mistress Tilda.” My master James and I managed to keep our tongues free of splinters, but not of filth. Mistress Tilda said, “Swallow the dirt. Don’t spit it out.” “Yes, Ms. Tilda!” He said. “Yes, Mistress Tilda!” I said.
Master James got down on his knees and bowed his head to the floor and asked, “Ms. Tilda, may Kevin and I please go for a walk?”
She didn’t answer but extended her hand, which he kissed with passion and enthusiasm. Finally, she withdrew her hand and said, “Okay, go!” “Thank you, Ms. Tilda!” He said. “Thank you, Mistress Tilda!” I said.
The next time I saw Mistress Doctor was eight weeks after she returned me the first time. The deal was the same: Four hours on the Machine every day for two weeks.
I was sent to the Ford household, home of Mistress Annette and her lovely daughter, Mistress Nettie.
I entered with the usual amenities including kissing their feet. “It’s nice to see you again, Slave Kevin!” Mistress Annette said, politely.
“Yes, Kevin. Welcome once again to our humble abode.” Mistress Nettie said cheerfully.
“The pleasure is mine, Beautiful Mistresses, and thank you for the honor and pleasure that you gave me by allowing me to kiss your lovely feet!”
Michael, who was in full slave regalia, hugged me. He wore a slave robe with gloves, short boots, neck collar and wrist collars. The ladies both wore very brief, bare assed, bikini bathing suits.
Mistress Annette said, “Michael is doing very well, Kevin. After we urinate, he gets down on his knees and begs to perform cunnilingus and after we defecate, we allow him to wipe our asses with his tongue.”
Mistress Nettie said, “Stick your tongue out so slave Kevin can see how much you love us!” “Yes, revered Goddess!”
Revered Goddess?! I must remember that for Mistress Christina!
He stuck his tongue out. I thought, but did not say, “Yawchch—yecch-bleeyech!”
To my relief, and I’m sure to his, Mistress Annette said, “Go wash your mouth out, Worm! It’s unsanitary to let him serve us with a dirty mouth. At first he sometimes failed to pass inspection, resulting in a severe beating with a riding crop. We haven’t seen you for a while, when Michael gets back, why don’t you tell us about yourself, Kevin?”
When Michael returned, he got down on his knees facing Mistress Annette and opened his mouth.
I told them that I loved all six of the members of the Croftus family, but I received love in return only from Mistress Christina and her son Master James and possibly Master Joe. Master James and I, though Master and slave, were actually good friends. I had not given up on the others.
I was only allowed to perform cunnilingus on Mistress Christina right after her husband had fucked her and then, of course, I licked his semen from her and swallowed it.
Mistress Annette said, “Making a man eat the semen of a superior man is very degrading and emasculating. We ladies love it. It reminds us and our inferiors, forcefully, whose running the show and who is worshiping whom!”
Since the two girls were under 18 years of age, no intimate contact was allowed, by law, beyond hand and foot kissing. But even without using vaginae or ani, the possibilities were endless. I was made to lick floors and toilet bowl rims. I was made to do animal imitations and even wear animal costumes, for example a pig mask.
But my ‘favorite thing’ was the gauntlet. When one of Mistress Tilda’s 12 year old friends had a birthday, the guests would line up and spread their legs. I would crawl on all fours underneath them, hand the paddle to them and remain while they paddled me as many times as they chose until they dismissed me. Then I would crawl forward to my next tormentor and hand him or her the paddle. The previous one had two choices. He or she could drop out or go to the end of the line and take another turn.
“Over all” I said, “It was excruciatingly painful!”
“What a neat idea!” Mistress Nettie said, enthusiastically, “Oh, Michael, wouldn’t you love to please me, by undergoing a gauntlet?” “No amount of suffering by me is too much for the slightest pleasure of my beloved Goddess!”
A year and eight months later, the family celebrated Mistress Sarah’s eighteenth birthday. Her father bowed down to her and kissed her beautiful feet. Then her brother did the same. Then, of course, it was my turn. As I kissed her feet, I raised my hand.
“Speak.” “Mistress Sarah.” I said, “I am sure that you are the most stunningly beautiful eighteen year old in the world!” “Oh, Kevin, you are so sweet! Now that I’m legally an adult, I can promote you. You may kiss my calves.” “Thank you, My Gorgeous Young Goddess!”
After a while, she promoted me to her thighs. As with my mouth I entered her delicious wet red vagina for the first time, she was breathing hard. She gasped and screamed and my mouth filled with her juices. Everyone clapped.
She said, not for the first time, “I love you, Kevin.” All of us knew what she meant and what she didn’t mean.
“And now, Sarah,” Mistress Christina declared grandly, “My birthday present to you is Kevin! I will buy a new family slave at the upcoming auction! You own Kevin now! You own him and you alone!”
Mistress Sarah rushed into my arms and kissed me on the cheek.
This story is authored by Jimmy, please send comments and appreciation to Jimmy