The Life of a True Male Slave - Sex Stories

The Life of a True Male Slave

... have to do exactly as she wishes, not what you wish. You find her clitoris, your tongue laps fast or slowly as she requires and orders, but it laps and laps and hours can pass. You feel her breath shorten and her body jerk and think that she will come, but no, she is just riding the crests and the lapping continues. You feel her breath shorten, small gasps and her body jerks and presses down on you and she suddenly reaches intense orgasm, but then she holds your head tightly. Then she instructs further and slowly, slowly the lapping starts again as she reaches for two or even three orgasms. Your tongue does not work any more, you cannot speak, your legs so weak you cannot stand. This is all of no concern to your Mistress, it is just what you are for. Her pleasure. Then I will be put to work, washing up, cleaning and vacuuming her house, doing the washing and ironing, and waiting upon her with her coffee and later serving her with her lunchtime snack. This particular day I was lucky to be released from those duties for a while to assist her with her bath. Understand that did not mean that I was free of them, it just meant that they were delayed, I would continue later. I accompanied her to the bathroom at her order and helped her remove her housecoat. This is one of the only times when I am honoured with the sight of my Mistress naked and you can imagine that my penis is fully engorged. She is pleased with that and gives me a few sensual strokes with her hand which makes my ...

... glans swell and my shaft jerk. But now I am to be used as she orders me on my back and squats over me. She is barely in postion and I see her pull her beautiful vagina open and a gush hits me across my open lips. I gulp and gulp desperate to keep up with her flow. I dare not waste or spill any and get the floor wet. She is sweet and fresh, her urine warm and soft and I drink gratefully as I am so thirsty. My Mistress' urine is the only drink I will be given today, or so I thought. A slave's life is highlighted by such episodes, and a strong Mistress will control him with them, giving him always the tantalising glimpse of such pleasures. He will dream of them as he struggles through her mountain of washing, cleans her bathroom from floor to ceiling, labours through the ironing and vacuums her floors. Of course, he thrills when she orders him to serve her coffee or prepare her lunch. He thrills as he folds her ironing and handles her beautiful feminine clothes and stores them away in her wardrobes and drawers. She is the Mistress and he will do whatever he is told. She will take other men, other slaves, other cocks, other sperm than his. He is of no consequence to her in this other than for her pleasure. Often my Mistress would have friends visit her. Then of course you are under close scrutiny. The friends may know well that you are your Mistress' property and may have slaves of their own in which case you will be compared with a professional eye with regard to your abilities to ...