"From Foot Fun to MASTER: Part II
BRB
Time does fly by. This February 22nd marked our nineteenth wedding anniversary, and June 8th marked the fifth anniversary of our Master-slave agreement. In that time, I have found a sense of peace in myself in realizing my purpose in life is to be a slave to my husband. It is a good feeling to know that my actions and pleasures are no longer mine to decide. Master's dominance and superiority guide me and allow me the life I am now happily living.
My Master/ husband's dominant, superior, and intellectual personality, along with his physical strength, contribute to his being such an outstanding Master. He cherishes his role as a Master and believes it is his destiny to own and control me, as I believe my destiny is to be owned and controlled by him. At times he has mentioned possibly getting either another slave so we may both serve his needs or maybe getting a boy to fuck at his pleasure. Whatever he decides, he has told me, will be his to decide and will be for his personal enjoyment.
Our Master/slave contract, which we both agreed on and then signed, has been honored for the most part. A few adjustments have been made at Master's discretion. I get up about an hour before he does, clean my sleeping area on the floor in front of his bed, shower, shave my body, and then go to the kitchen while Master is sleeping in the comfort of his bed.
I still bring him coffee in bed, fix breakfast, and then wake him up. He now tells me if he wants me to then kiss his feet, suck his dick, or swallow his morning piss. Many mornings he allows me the honor to do all three. I still set out his clothes and dress and undress him every day. Basically there haven't been too many adjustments to our morning routine.
At night I still serve his meals at the dining room table. I am dressed in my formal dress attire: black Calvin Klein briefs and a bow tie and stand behind him to assist him as needed. As per our contract, I then clean the dishes and eat standing up in the kitchen. An occasional change to our contract is that sometimes Master allows me to eat with him. On those occasions, I bring my plate of food and sit on the floor behind his chair. Whatever the choice Master decides, he still rings a dinner bell when my assistance is required.
A few times over the past five years, Master has given me permission to sit on the sofa next to him while he either reads or watches TV. Those times are treasures to me because Master holds me close to him and is very tender to me. Later, he usually ties me up and fucks me good and hard to remind me that although I was given a reward, I am still a slave.
On many nights, Master has invited me to share the comfort of his bed. Sometimes I have been allowed the privilege to spend the entire night in bed with him. On those occasions, I am reminded that the actual bed of a slave is the floor, and I should not get too used to this. In Master's bed, I am not allowed to have any pillows to rest my head on.
Usually when I am allowed the privilege of lying in Master's bed, it is so he can have his fun to use me for his sexual pleasure. He will have me get three beach towels and lay them out on the opposite end of the bed so my slave butt will not directly touch his Master sheets. He will then handcuff me to the posts of the bed and attach tit clamps to my pecs. He likes to grab my dick really hard, sometimes whacking my balls with his hands, which brings him pleasure to use me for cock and ball torture. He likes to place clothespins all over my body, and he will sometimes use his fingers to squeeze them as hard as he can to bring my pain tolerance to new levels. He may then give me many short and quick slaps across my face. He will then hold up a mirror so I can see the redness of my face.
Then removing the clothespins, he then straddles me, lowers his beautiful and superior buns over my face for me to rim him, eventually pumping my mouth until I swallow every drop of his cum. He likes to fuck me when tied up, and on those times he fucks me so hard, I have trouble sitting down after. Sometimes, he will tell me to then go to my slave bathroom and clean up so I may spend the night with him in his bed. Other nights, after he takes his final piss of the day in my mouth, he tells me to go to my bed area on the floor.
On several mornings when I was allowed to spend the night in bed with Master, there has been an addition to our morning routine. Master chains me to the straps attached to a closet door in his bedroom and he uses a wooden paddle with holes and gives me a bare ass spanking. Master reminds me throughout the spanking that although I spent the night in his bed, I am still a slave. On those times, my ass is toasty red after and very blistered.
Last year Master decided that we would move back to his roots, and we moved to Montana. When he told his law partners of this, the firm decided that they would open up a branch of the law office here and Master would run the office. As a slave, I like to think it was obvious to the partners that they could not function without my Master's superior intelligence. Of course, I know I am biased in my thinking here because I feel honored and privileged to be serving the rest of my life as a slave to my Master.
My career as a freelance public relations consultant and freelance writer allows this slave the opportunity to move wherever Master decides to move us. To bring in a steady paycheck, Master has allowed me to teach part time at a small community college. The people I work with are very nice, and they oftentimes invite me to have lunch with them. I sometimes wish they didn't. On those days, I must first contact Master and get his permission since I am not allowed to write a check or use a credit card unless he approves it first. If he is busy, he may not get to back to me in time, which forces me to make excuses. Master usually denies me this privilege, but sometimes he rewards me and gives me permission to go to lunch with my work friends.
On a recent Tuesday afternoon, my normal routine was altered somewhat. Coming home at my usual time around 11:30 A.M. I let our two dogs out to their business. I was just walking in the house and hadn't had time to get naked when Master walked in and told me he was home for lunch and would go back to the office after. He then sat in his comfortable oversized chair and told to report back to him after I got naked. I kneeled at my Master's feet as he put on my collar. He said he was going inform me of the events, which would be taking place that night, and then I was to serve him lunch.
Master then told me news, which I had suspected since signing our contract. He told me over the past five years, he had at times fucked other men, which he added was his right to do as a Master. He then told me that a few days before when he and a younger paralegal were working late, Tommy, the paralegal, had sucked his dick. Master said he wanted to fuck Tommy in his office, but there were other people working late, so he didn't. Master told me that Tommy knows of our Master-slave relationship. He said that Tommy has a nice tight ass and he was looking forward to fucking it good and hard later that night, just like he does mine.
I was then told that Tommy would come home with him from work. I was to be in my formal serving attire and serve he and Tommy drinks, appetizers, and then dinner. Master told me I was to remain in the kitchen until he came for me. He would then attach my leash, and I would crawl to the living room.
Master informed me that he was planning on fucking Tommy, and he hoped that Tommy would be interested in being his boy. Master told me that whether or not Tommy agreed to be his boy, he planned on fucking him that night. Master told me if this happened, I was to get my slave bedding and sleep on the floor in the guest room so he and Tommy could have their privacy and hopefully seal an agreement as Master and boy.
Master then told me, "Get used to this, slave, because from now on, if I want to sleep with another man, I will bring them here. Understand?"
"Yes Master."
"Of course if you don't like this, you're free to leave. Remember, if you do this, you will have no money, no credit cards, and no car."
"I want to be your slave forever, Master."
"Good! Now open your mouth." I swallowed his piss. Master must not have pissed since he left the house because he peed in my mouth for about two minutes. He then told me to go and fix him some lunch.
At 6:20, I could hear Master parking his BMW in the garage. A few seconds later, I heard another car drive up. Master and Tommy walked through the front door as I was getting the appetizers arranged on a silver tray. I could hear Tommy say that our living room was really nice, and he asked Master if that was the oversized chair he sat in when he had his fun using me. Master told him it was. They sat on the sofa and chatted for a few minutes. Peeping around the corner without Master seeing me, I saw that he and Tommy were kissing pretty hot and heavy.
A few minutes later, Master walked in the kitchen and inspected the food I would be serving him and Tommy. He then attached the leash to my collar, and I got on all fours so he could lead me to the living room. Arriving there, Tommy said, "Wow, Brian, you really do have a slave. That's so cool."
Master then sat down on the sofa, and I was now kneeling at his feet. He told me to remove his shoes and lie on the floor. Rubbing his smelly socks on my face, he and Tommy got back to kissing. Master was rubbing Tommy's crotch, and French kissing him when Tommy broke away from Master's lips.
"Brian, that is so fucking hot the way you're rubbing your socks on your slave's face."
"They're not only sweaty but probably stink to high heavens because I've been wearing the same pair for three days. My slave loves when I do this."
I served Master and Tommy dinner, and the whole time Tommy was so impressed in the way my Master has trained me to be totally submissive and obedient to him. After dinner, Master and Tommy went back to the living room while I ate in the kitchen and cleaned the dishes. While cleaning the kitchen, Master walked in and told me he and Tommy would be going into the bedroom. I was to get my bedding, clean up the living room, dining room, and kitchen from the night's activities, and immediately after go to the guest bedroom and sleep at the foot of the bed.
"Yes Master."
"Good night slave." He then hugged me, kissed me, and told me, "Just remember, although you are my slave, as your husband, I still and always will love you."
"Thank you, Master. That makes me feel better."
"Good, now as your Master, I'm leaving to have my fun."
It took about a half hour to finish the dishes, and tidy up the living room and dining room. This first time having another man in the house getting fucked by my Master was still a little hard to accept. Walking towards the guest bedroom, I quietly put my ear up to my Master's bedroom, and I could tell Master was already fucking by the moans I could hear from Tommy.
That night I cried myself to sleep thinking about what my Master was doing in his bed and in his bedroom. Eventually, I fell asleep. Waking up the next morning, I assumed my normal morning routine. I had not heard from Master at 6:00 A.M. as I usually did. About twenty minutes later, he sent me a text that he and Tommy were up and to bring in two cups of coffee.
Knocking on the bedroom door, Master told me to come in. I handed he and Tommy a cup of coffee, and Master told me to give his feet their usual morning kiss. He then led me to his mouth so I could get my morning load of his cum. He had already pissed in the toilet and had no piss for me. Master told me to get the guest bathroom prepared so Tommy could shower. A few minutes later, Master then went into his bathroom and did his morning routine.
A few minutes later, while dressing Master, he informed me that was disappointed because Tommy did not agree to being his boy. Master said that Tommy found the requirements for being a boy too restricting, but he was open to getting fucked regularly by Master.
"I'm sorry it didn't work out, Master."
Holding my chin up to make eye contact, Master said, "I know this must be hard for you to see me in bed with another man, but in time you will get used to it. As your Master, from now I will be fucking other men whenever I want to, and I plan on doing this on a regular basis."
"Yes Master, I'll get used to it."
"You're my slave; you have no rights and no say so in this matter."
Tommy then walked into the bedroom while I was on my knees at Master's feet. Master then told Tommy he could come in later to work that morning. Master got up and gave Tommy another long and passionate kiss.
Master then told me to call the university and tell them I was ill and could not go to work. He then pulled me up, walked me to the closet door and tightened the tit clamps tighter than he ever had before. He then attached the leather straps to my wrists and told me I would be getting fifty whacks with the paddle on my ass and twenty whacks on each of my feet.
Attaching the straps to my wrists, Master told me this punishment was for my having a hard time accepting his fun in wanting to fuck other men. I begged for mercy, since I had never received such a severe punishment with the paddle, not even during my three- month slave training. This angered Master and he then pulled out the ruler and told me I would be receiving twenty lashes on each of my wrists.
In the six months since Tommy's first fucking in my Master's house quite a few things have developed. Master has decided that he is no longer actively looking for a boy. He said if it happens, he will welcome it with open arms, but he is no longer actively pursuing this. Master has brought three different men into his home, and he has fucked them on several different occasions. It is getting easier to accept, but jealousy is still there thinking of my Master fucking someone else. And, Master has organized several dinners in his home with other Masters and their slaves.
I love my slave status, and I am totally devoted to my Master.