The Life of a True Male Slave - Sex Stories

The Life of a True Male Slave

... serve and your physical attributes. The friends may not know anything of your slave status in which case they could be surprised or shocked by your presence. During this day in the morning, my Mistress had already been visited by a young woman who obviously was fully acquainted with the fact that I was a servant. I was summoned and told to wait while Mistress asked the attractive young woman if she would like coffee. She offered her thanks and said yes and then turning to me simply added &#034White with no sugar, slave.&#034 before turning away to continue her conversation which seemed to be about some financial transaction. I served the coffee, waited while Mistress checked that her visitor needed anything else, and then dismissed me. &#034Back to the cleaning slave, finish the cupboards and then mop and polish the kitchen floor. If we are still talking when you have finished, just wait on your knees until I summon you.&#034 The young woman looked at me with a practised eye, &#034He seems obedient, is he?&#034 &#034Tell her, slave.&#034 said my Mistress. &#034Yes Miss,&#034 I told her, &#034Mistress owns me completely, I obey her in everything.&#034 &#034My, my,&#034 the young woman smiled and turning to my Mistress, &#034obedient and trained too. Unusual!&#034 &#034He knows what is good for him yes, of course he is only male so his work needs to be checked but I've had him a while now to train him. He knows what happens if he skimps his work which keeps him ...

... attentive.&#034 They continued discussing me and other things but I'd been sent away by then and was hard at work in the kitchen as ordered. This is the reality of slavery, I did know what would happen if my work was found lacking and furthermore I knew that my work would be checked in intense detail and that any point, however small, would be picked out and I'd be made to do it all again. This is the reality of my slavery, I would be made to do it again, and again and again if necessary as I was only a chattel, her property and my time or tiredness would be of absolutely no account. Of course I would also be punished for poor work, usually a quick swipe across my buttocks to focus my mind but sometimes a painful squeeze of my exposed testicles for more serious faults. Later that day in the afternoon I was aware of more visitors and several female voices laughing. I was summomed then and stood waiting for my orders. I recognised my Mistresses friend who often called and stayed sometimes while my Mistress was otherwise engaged. She then took charge of me and I was accustomed to her control. Unlike my Mistress, she simply supervised me and not needing to assume the position of total authority would often tease me and be playful with me. There were two other women sitting around the coffee table and I was instructed to serve coffee for all four of the ladies. &#034Serve a coffee pot here slave, bring the milk and sugar separately and the plates and biscuits you'll find in the store ...