A Tale of Two Male Slaves - Sex Stories

A Tale of Two Male Slaves

Well here I was, on my knees, naked of course, my wrists cuffed behind my back, my penis enclosed safely in a neat and closely fitting chastity device and with a tight collar around my neck. The lead attached to it snaked upwards towards a young dark skinned woman who was sitting at the table above me. On my collar I knew, although I could not see it, was a brass disc which had my name 'K' engraved on it. The yoing woman at whose feet I knelt I knew as Mistress Raven for I had been taken to her that very afternoon by my Mistress Annalise. While I was left standing before the two women, I was aware from their conversation that Annalise was asking the other woman if she was interested in me and soon after that Annalise left and I became the property of my new Mistress Raven. I don't think I was sold or anything, I think I was being offered in lieu of a favour or a debt. It was of no concern to me, I would have to serve whoever was my owner. However the transfer of my ownership was not without impact and in general my new situation did not seem to be without merit. Mistress Raven seemed a little different. She was a lot younger than most other women that had owned and trained me and she was very pretty. She seemed to take a more playful attitude to her slave, I judged that at this stage I was perhaps more of a plaything to her, a novelty. Well, that would wear off and I had no doubt that I would soon be put to my usual round of domestic service but for now pleasing my new ...

... Mistress could be pleasant. That afternoon it certainly was as I spent most of it between Mistress Raven's thighs with my tongue on her clitoris. I meant most of the afternoon too, not licking all the time, often just waiting there for instruction while she relaxed. I couldn't tell, her skirt was over my head as I knelt between her splayed thighs while she relaxed on the sofa watching television. Then I would receive an instruction and my tongue would curl around her clitoris again and lap according to her pleasure. &#034Faster&#034, &#034Slower&#034, &#034Longer licks now&#034 she would breathe at me as she brought herself up to her shuddering orgasm and I would taste the increased flow of her vaginal secretions. She was a lovely Mistress to have like this, I have been educated to appreciate the taste of women and Mistress Raven being a young woman had the most delightfully thick and silky juices. I could dip my tongue into her vagina and emerge with it covered in a thick jelly like secretion which tasted sweet and musky at the same time, a taste I associated with a woman who was at the ovulation point of her monthly cycle. When a woman offers a male her juices like this, the pheromones in the musk excite him to greater efforts of semen production and I could feel my testes squirming in their sac as they raced to produce more sperms. The taste lingers on the man's tongue for at least a day after. Anyway, that was this afternoon and now she had come out to this club, &#034The ...