Sausages for the Slave Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Sausages for the Slave Ch. 16

... wanderer returns. Come out, Dan. Let's have a look at you.'

It was Mary. Dan was a bit shocked. What was she doing here? She was supposed to be in Dubai. And where was Elizabeth, his rescuer?

'H..Hello, M.. Madam,' stuttered Dan, as he shuffled on his ass down to the trailer door. Nothing dignified about it. At least he had changed into his track legs and top and was wearing a fresh diaper. As he reached the end of the trailer, he could see he was back in his own driveway. The trailer had been reversed up to the now open garage door.

'Let's go inside and talk,' said Mary, moving into the garage. Dan followed as Mary pressed the remote on her key ring. The garage door closed behind them. She led the way into the kitchen, past the door of the slave quarters. Dan glanced in nervously, hurrying past.

'Make us both a coffee, Dan.'

'Sure.' Dan replied, avoiding the Mary Madam conundrum. She had sold him so she wasn't his owner anymore, technically, he tried to convince himself, scurrying around anxiously, wanting to get the coffee made, trying not to spill anything or knock into anything. His brain was in turmoil. Just like that, he had come halfway around the world, virtually. Just hours ago, he was a slave in a Paris basement, getting milked for his sperm. Now he was back in his own kitchen, making coffee for his wife, technically former wife, and definitely former owner. And what was the big picture? What was going on, he wondered. Had Mary bought him back, ...

... maybe? He decided to ask as soon as they had their coffee. He took comfort from the fact that Mary had definitely invited him into the coffee round. It was coffee for two.

He placed the two mugs of coffee on the kitchen table, sugar and milk on the side. Mary was sitting in her usual commanding position, back to the wall. Dan's metal IKEA stool waited invitingly in front of him. He was waiting for Mary to invite him to sit.

'Why don't you get naked, Dan? It's been a while since I've had a look at you. Then you can sit and we will talk.'

After briefly, very briefly, considering refusing. Dan folded.

'Yes, Madam,' he replied meekly.

What was holding him back was the, 'I can put you out on the street anytime' line Mary had used when she told him she had divorced him, eighteen months previously. He didn't fancy being put outside her front door and being told to go hop, with only the clothes on his back, his pockets empty. So Dan stripped for Mary, on Mary's command, feeling a little self-conscious as he did so. It had been a month since they were last in each other's company. A little strangeness had crept in. Dan knew he was by far the weaker of the two in this set-up. He was the powerless one. He was being told to strip and he was stripping naked. The lamb in the lion's den. Feeling her cool eyes roam over his body freely. Seeing her smiling slightly as his diaper was revealed. No disguising the sound of the Velcro tabs being pulled back. No dignity in that. Stooping ...