Wifes Slave

By deepak salwan

Published on May 23, 2005

Bisexual

I did as my master said. Having sucked him nice and clean, I went to the toilet, and got some water and the rag to sweep of the floor. I was still naked, as master had not allowed putting anything on.

After having cleaned up the mess, master told me to be ready in my uniform. He desired that I should get dressed in front of him, and as he was a "real" master, I had no other option but to obey him. Thankfully, he allowed me to take a shower, and then, in front of him, I got dressed in my butlers uniform.

From that day, though, my master told me that I would never be putting on underwear of any kind. I had to agree, I had no other options left. So, to please sir, I just got ready in my uniform, wearing nothing beneath.

I was really handsome, and so my master had a real attraction towards me, although he too, was no less than a demi-god. He was now ready in his expensive casuals, and I, in my humiliating (not exactly) uniform, in my wife's house.

Ma'am (my wife) came and I served her refreshment, while she was engaged in passionate kissing with her lover, in front of me. He had nearly undressed her and they were in a world of their own. I was just a paid servant for them, so they did not have any affect of my presence, but later told me to get things ready, as they were going to have a party for their friends that night.

I did not know any of their friends, (luckily); so for all of them, I would be their butler, and thankfully not get embarrassed to be her husband whom ma'am had tamed to be her butler.


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