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foot slutView Story DetailsRating: XXX Add Review Read Reviews, Last Review 11/01/10 (5) Added: 07/25/2004Complete:yesSynopsis:A husband’s enslavement to his wife.Categories:Bondage Femdom, Authoritarian Keywords: “My name, to you, is no longer Pamela, unless there is a Mistressbefore it. Understand?”He mewed his answer in that high-pitched, feminine voice she hadrequired of him. “Uh huh, uh-huh-uh-huh,” always ending with an up-note, as if asking a question. When she was asking him to do somethingto humiliate himself, that questioning note meant that he was asking ifshe would grant him the privilege of carrying out whatever order wouldbe issues.”You, on the other hand, will be called any number of names, whatever Ifeel like using at the time. Pussy, cunt, bitch, slut, Missy, Sissy,Prissy…I like that one…Prissy. Cocksucker, ass licker. But, usuallywhen it’s just the two of us together, I’ll simply call you ‘slave’.”He was just beginning his training at the hands of his wife, Pamela,who, having shared his recent lottery winnings, quickly filed numerouscourt actions. And, somehow, she stripped him not only of the millionsof dollars he had won, but “bought” him back by offering him a way outof his penniless destitution. He loved her so much he was almosthypnotized by her; not just her voluptuous beauty, but her temperament- bossy, bitchy, almost a nymphomaniac, a tease and exhibitionist and aflirt. She was also bi-sexual, but when it came to women, she was atotal submissive to a dominant bi or lesbian. That was in sharp andtotal contrast to her treatment of her husband and most other men.”Now, Sissy-slave, we’re going to begin to train you in how to conductand comport yourself when in my presence.”He teetered, up on his toes, barefoot, masturbating his cock, boundalong with his balls. It was simple. A length of cord tied around hisentire scrotum and pulled tight, a knot tied at the top. At that stage,his cock would begin to harden and become erect immediately. From thatknot, the cord was then looped around the root of his cock and behindthe first knot, tied tightly again. Then, both ends of the cord werepulled through his legs, back up the crack of his ass, intertwinedonce, then each end reaching around his waist from the small of hisback to just below his navel. Tied tight again with a bow knot. At thebottom of the original circle of cord around his scrotum was a small loop, holding a ring-binder that could be opened and closed andinterchanged with ones of numerous different sizes. A hasp hung fromthat to his knee hobbles, two large dog collars, connected with anotherring-binder. The hasp connected his scrotum to the ring-binder betweenhis knees. That pulled his cock down (it was seldom allowed to be evenhorizontal, much less pointing up. Having it pointing down meantsubmission).He faced the mirror at one end of the large, open, tile-flooredkitchen, and saw himself from behind in the opposing mirror, set atjust the right angle so, that as he moved back and forth, he would beable to watch both images.Early on in this relationship, she had given him a list of “BasicRules” that he followed1. He will always be in his basic restraint, his cock and ball bondage,hasp and knee hobbles.2. Whenever in her presence, he must masturbate at all times, openlyand shamelessly.3. He will always be in high heels or bare feet. When his feet arebare, he will be on tip-toes. The only time either foot is allowed tobe flat, is when he is doing a chore that requires a lot of balance.Only one foot is allowed flat at any time, the other one going up evenhigher on tip-toes, as if posing.4. He must mince around in an exaggerated, feminine way, his backarched, chest out, ass sticking out, knees slightly bent, to accent hisbuttocks sticking out.5. Each foot must be placed precisely in front of the other, toeseither straight ahead, or angled slightly out, like a model and,because of his knee hobbles, each step was very small.6. He was never allowed to cum without a direct order from hisMistress, which was “shoot.”7. He always came into or onto something, and either ate it then, or itwas saved, smeared onto a variety of objects, including the straps andsoles of her high heels for consumption by him sometime after it haddried.”All right, cunt, now lets practice walking an imaginary tightrope.Remember, you have to look at the back image, not just the front, soyou can watch your steps in the reflection behind you.”Of course, that made it much more difficult for him to concentrate. Notonly that, but so did his raging need to cum. She kept him at the veryedge of spurting out his cum during these training sessions. Even atother times, alone or when she was putting on an exhibition of him, hehad to cum very quickly when given the “shoot” command.”Walk, pussy-slave.” A slash of the thin, whippy cane on his buttockswas the order to begin. “Walk” was the basic movement he made. He beganslowly, placing each foot in front of the other, making sure that histoes and the balls of his feet hit the floor precisely, jacking off andwatching himself being humiliated, but loving the attention that camewith being humiliated.”When I tell you to stop, slowly do a “Pose” turn, then “Prance” and”Salute” your Mistress on your way back.” The order was followed byanother slash. She followed alongside him, the cane tapping on hisbuttocks, occasionally giving him a slash when he tottered, or alighter one when she encouraged him.”Good, pussy-mouth. Very good. Okay, keep it up. Good.”He was approaching the large mirror in front of him, watching himselfmasturbate, paying attention to the “Walk” he was doing. He was closeenough to the mirror and Pamela was standing back far enough so that hecould see her, and of course, his eyes never met hers unless he wasordered to look at her. A thrill of love and devotion swept him as wellas further sexual excitement. She was in strappy stilettos, thatspecial leather costume which had thin leather strips around eachmassive breast, holding them up and straight out; the special double-ended dildo bobbing slightly with her every move, and with each bob,the end stuck in her pussy moving and exciting her as well, she wasalready breathing heavily.He “Posed” as he turned, placing each footstep slightly to the side, sothat he turned after 5 tiny steps as if on a rotating pedestal.He began the return trip, following the order to “Prance.” That meantthat he raised each knee as high as possible, which was only a matterof two inches, and slapped the toes and balls of his feet to the floorwith each step. After a few steps, she strode in front of him andclipped a chain dog leash to the ring behind his balls holding the haspto his knee hobbles. She tugged at it and kept it tight, slowly walkingbackwards toward the mirror, allowing him to see her every move andevery move of the dildo. Her cane was now tapping his tits forencouragement and slashing them for prodding, though less harsh thenwhen she slashed his buttocks.”Now, salute your Mistress,” she commanded.He grasped his cock with the thumb and fingers of both hands justbehind the head and pulled it straight up, continuing to jack himselfoff. Oh, God, please Mistress, order me to cum for you.”Very good, footslave.” That meant that he was to look only at herbeautiful feet. They were small, with a high arch and perfect toes, allencased in those black, strappy stiletto high-heels. “You love yourMistresses’ feet, don’t you, footslave?””Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh”, he answered in an even more pleading andurgent tone.”You love your Mistress, don’t you, you little slut bitch?” That nameusually meant that he was going to get a good ass-fucking. He againresponded, whining and moaning, on the very verge of ejaculating, butof course, he has to hold it back until the “shoot” order, but all thewhile, continuing to masturbate himself with both hands in the “Salute”posture.”When do you tell your Mistress that you love her, slave.””When I make you cum, Mistress Pamela, and when I receive the order toshoot, and while I shoot and whatever else you order me to do with mymouth at that time.””Now, finish it off with the “Trot.”He immediately began the Trot movement, actually jumping up and down with each bouncing, tiny step, continuing to concentrate on jackingoff, not cumming… A slash across each nipple was followed by moreprodding from Pamela.”Come on, slave, higher. You can do better than that.” He increased hisefforts and was rewarded with light taps on his tits and continued on,feeling the tension on the leash she pulled and tugged on.”Very good, slave. Good. Now, finish it up with a good flourish. I wantto see you really Gallop, now.” He started trotting even faster, shetugging on his leash, pulling him along, bouncing, moaning and mewingin an increasing sexual frenzy as Pamela moved to his side to allow himto watch himself. As he approached the mirror in front of him,furiously jacking his cock in the salute position with both hands, shecommanded, “Halt and keep pose-turning.’As he slowly turned, taking those tiny side steps, he watched himselfin both mirrors, no matter which mirror he faced.”All right, cocksucker, I’m going to give my slave a treat from hisMistress. Get down, bitch.”He quickly undid the dog collars around his thighs just above his kneesand unclipped the hasp from the ring behind his scrotum, his full ballsnearly bursting with cum. He lowered himself to his knees, stilljacking off, then sat back, putting his buttocks on his heels. He wasnever allowed to form a seat for himself by bending his toes, raisinghis heels. He had to bend his ankles, keeping his feet parallel withhis shins. He quickly spread his knees as far apart as he could whilePamela tugged playfully on his leash.”Now, give me a good blowjob, sissy bitch, and I’d better have a giantorgasm.”He immediately put his mouth around the hard rubber dildo, authentic inevery detail, from the head to the small pee-hole at the end of thehead, tight balls pressed tightly against Pamela’s pussy lips. Moaningand slurping, he bobbed his head back and forth while she lovinglystroked, then pulled his hair. She was panting now, as ready to cum ashe was, and grabbed him by both ears, moving his head around, whichallowed her to fuck his mouth with the dildo instead of him bobbing hishead in and out. The dildo had a large circumference and was a goodeight inches long and she began to deep-throat him, now pumping herhips furiously all the while stimulating herself with the other end ofthe dildo up her cunt.”Ah…ah…ah…oh, yes bitch, take it down your throat.Yes…yes…eeee… ah…” She had the entire dick in his mouth anddown his throat, his nose against the hair above her pussy and she wasgrinding the base of it against his lips and teeth and in turn,grinding the special receptacle against her vagina. As she begancumming, yelling obscenities at him, she began slapping his face veryhard with open hands, first one, then the other and his eyes began totear, then he was actually crying as she continued to ride the wave ofher orgasm and to slap his face. She loved to see him cry, like thelittle sissy-baby he was under her dominance and that furtherheightened the crest she had reached as wave after wave or orgasmicspasm shook her cunt, her body, her mind as she watched her slave cryshamelessly, cock deep in his throat, still holding his breath butmoaning and grunting as loudly as she was, taking the blows and lovingthem.She was coming down now, each wave lessening a bit and she shiveredslightly, now letting out her breath in pants while she withdrew thedildo from his mouth until just the head remained for him to suck on.He caught his breath in deep snorts and pants through his nose whilehis esenyurt escort tongue and lips continued to work on the head of the dildo.Abruptly, she withdrew the cock and gave him the command, “Mouth.” Heraised his head, opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue, whichhe always did on receiving the mouth order, never knowing what awaitedhim.She began to piss into the bulb of the dildo pressed against her pussy,and it flowed into the hollow “balls”, and as she did, the waves ororgasm began cresting again, at the thought of what was coming to herslave, and for his reward.When she was finished, she deftly grabbed the dildo with one hand andwith the other, grabbed the balls and squeezed, sending a hot stream ofher pungent urine first onto her slave’s face, then into his openmouth. He moaned loudly with pleasure, loving the act, loving thetaste, loving the hot liquid hitting and splashing on his face, lovingthe act of swallowing Pamela’s fresh, hot piss while she watched.He drank every drop of it, then, with no prompting, took the head ofthe cock into his mouth again and sucked the remaining golden, saltyliquid from its hollow tube.When she was satisfied that he had drained it dry, she withdrew it,grabbed his leash and began walking to the bar. He was forced to humpand hunch himself along the floor in the position he was in, stilljacking off like mad, following her, leering at her beautiful feet inthose sexy shoes, hearing the click-click on the floor, not paying anyattention to the discomfort to his knees, ankles and feet.Reaching one of the leather-covered bar seats, she looped the end ofthe leash around the chrome ring around the legs; about 6 inches fromthe floor, then walked to the refrigerator behind the bar and got out adrink he had made for her earlier.She took off the straps that held the dildo in place, and slowlywithdrew the inserted end from her cunt, at the end, causing a wet,slippery sucking sound as it finally slid out. Grabbing the leash, shemounted the seat, thrilling at the feel of the cool, smooth leatheragainst her buttocks. She leaned back, sighing loudly, spread her legswide and held the dildo between her knees and ordered him to clean it.It had already begun to dry and he had to thoroughly suck it again toget it wet, then lick and suck the sticky mixture of pussy juice andpiss from it, again moaning and slurping loudly to signal his pleasureat being ordered to perform the task.She lowered the pneumatic seat with the lever underneath it and orderedhim to back up a bit. When he did, she daintily placed the toes of oneof her shod feet between his legs. “Now, footslave, put the head ofyour cock on those toes and straps. Work it around, back and forth andget ready.” He gazed at those lovely, red-coated toenails, the toescompressed tightly together by the thin straps, marveling at the higharch, the perfect heel and ankle combination.”Speak, slave.””Oh, please Mistress Pamela, please, please order me to cum on yourtoes, please?”, and continued to moan and groan and beg, now cryingcopiously, tears streaming down his face, sobbing, and still workinghis hand on his cock. Any other man would have shot his load long agowith this level of stimulation, but he had been able to hold his cockat its stiffest rigidness, on the very brink of cumming and jacking itthe entire time obeying the basic rule that he couldn’t cum without adirect order from Pamela.”All right, honey. I want you to begin counting down, very slowly, fromten to one. When you reach one, and then when I give the order, you hadbetter cum at that instant. Are you ready, sweetie?” In answer, hebegan rubbing his cock back and forth across her toes and jacking iteven quicker than before.”Ten…nine…eight…seven…” “Stop! I want to relax a bit. Holdyourself together while I take a sip of my drink.” Stop meant stop thecount, not from jacking off, of course. She lolled on the seat, keepingher dainty toes under the head of his cock, feeling the slick pre-cumrubbing against the soft skin of the tops of her toes through thestraps of her heels. She lit a cigarette and took several sips of herdrink, watching her husband continue to debase himself for her, infront of her.”All right. Start again where you left off.” He picked up the count,repeating the last number he had recited, number seven, then continuedthe slow countdown.”What are you going to do for me if I order you to cum, slave?””Anything, Mistress Pamela. Anything you want me to do, pleaseMistress. Tell me what you want me to do if you order me to cum. Oh,please Mistress, please?””How about a good fuck for my sissy-bitch later tonight? Would you likeMichael to give you a good fuck tonight?””Yes, please Mistress, order me to take a good fuck from Michaeltonight Mistress, please?””Good. Then after you clean him off, you’re going to take a good fuckfrom me. Aren’t you, pussy-bitch. Now start the count again. You’dbetter be ready, slave.””Three…two…one…” and he waited, jacking his cock madly now, madwith the passion and the urgency to cum onto his Mistresses’ toes. Hewas waiting, every fiber of his body and mind waiting for that one wordwhich would release him, allow him to release the pent-up frenzy, thecum he was desperately holding inside.”SHOOT!”, and he immediately began spewing, pumping out gob after gobof slick, pearlescent semen from the head of his dick onto her toes andstraps of her shoes. “Oh, God, Mistress, I love you so much. Oh, ah, Ilove you Mistress,” he managed to moan and groan while he spent theload from his tightly-encased balls onto and for the object of hisadoring love.My Wife, My Mistress #2After being allowed to rest for a half-hour, sprawled at Pamela’s feet,while she smoked and sipped at her drink, he again grabbed his cock,never really flaccid because of his bondage and his mentality, nowingrained in his very soul: to be ready to have a hard cock, at leastsemi-hard, so that with a minimum of masturbation and her control overhis fantasies, he would be ready to carry out any order she gave. But,the primary order was to never have a totally flaccid cock. He gazed ather lovely feet, her high heels, now covered with his cum, only inchesfrom his face and mouth. He waited for her next order. She was sippingher drink and smoking and again, starting to play with her cunt.”Get up, Slave.” He stood up unsteadily, then immediately got up on histoes, his penis twitching awake in anticipation. He faced her and beganstroking it and within ten jacks, it was full again, if not erect.”Clip yourself up and bring me another pair of heels, bitch.” Heretrieved the leg collars and the hasp and clipped it to the ringbetween his knees. Before scurrying off her asked which pair she wouldlike him to bring from her master closet, where she had at least one-hundred pair.”The red patent strappies. You’ll know which ones because of the thickfilm of cum on them. They need cleaned, don’t you think so, foot-slave?” He was already prancing off toward her bedroom, his dick hardagain as he jacked it with every step. He loved cleaning her shoes ofhis cum, in many instances, of a lover’s cum. As he entered her largebedroom, he saw himself reflected on numerous floor-to-ceiling mirrorsand pranced prettily, posing and turning, watching his stuck-out butt,his nice legs, his turned ankles, up on tip-toes. Opening one of thewalk-in closets, he spied the shoes she wanted, snatched them up andbunching the toe straps from both shoes in his mouth, pranced back intothe kitchen, making sure with each step, he jacked his cock and pattedthe ball of each foot onto the tile floor with every step. He couldalready taste the sweet cum his saliva had moistened on the straps inhis mouth as he stopped in front of Pamela, ready to do her bidding.”Take these off. Put them aside for now and place those filthy thingson your Mistresses’ feet.” Again, he undid his devices and shed thecollars around his legs, so that he could kneel, which he quickly did.Her shoes were very high-heeled spikes with a buckled back strap. Asshe held out first one shoe, then the other, he undid the buckle andwhile she lifted the sole of each shoe to his mouth, he took the heelbetween his teeth, the sole against his forehead, and gently pulledthem off, placing them carefully on the floor beside her bar stool,standing upright.”Give me one of those,” she said, meaning the shoes dangling from hismouth. He handed one up to her. She placed the sole on his foreheadwhile he took the heel between his teeth and bent back, giving her theangle she needed to slide her foot into it, an inch from his eyes,nose, mouth, his face. She repeated the process with the other shoe.She raised the bar stool so that when she crossed her legs, the highershoe was at the level of his mouth in his kneeling posture.”You want to cum for me again, don’t you, foot-slave?””Oh, yes, Mistress. Please Mistress, let me cum again tonight,Mistress, Please,” and began moaning and mewing again.”Maybe. We’ll see. Now, cum-eater, begin cleaning,” and she startedfingering her pussy with one hand, gently playing with her nipples withthe other.He gingerly lowered his mouth to the toe of her shoe, to her bright-painted toes, wanting to lick and suck and mouth them. But, he had atask to perform first. He must gently lick his dried cum from eachindividual strap without touching the white, delicate skin that layunderneath. He had to get just the right amount of saliva onto eachstrap without any of that touching her skin… It was a delicateprocess if he wanted to get to those beautiful feet that he worshipped.She did nothing to help him – he had to move his head from side toside, toward the top of her high instep and back and she occasionallyshifted in her seat, moving her shod foot carelessly away from hisworking mouth. He tasted the sweetness of the cum, not knowing if itwas his or a lover of hers. It all tasted very good, delicious to him.He had come not only to accept eating male juice, especially driedjuice, but to acquire a taste for it. His eyes were only an inch awayfrom that beautiful, soft skin peeking out of every strap, her toecleavage, the tips of her toenails, wanting to plunge his tonguebetween the straps and actually lick that flesh, but first he had toclean each and every strap of that cum and still might not be orderedto clean her feet. He desperately wanted to clean her feet – he knewthey would be very pungent smelling and have that combination of sweatand leather taste. He was only ordered to clean them once a week andhis cleaning was the only washing her feet received, and she often worepumps during the week, which built up that taste and smell he longedfor and wallowed in when she finally ordered a thorough cleaning.”You may now continue your cleaning chores, bitch.” He eagerly began tostick his tongue between the straps of the shoes, running his tongue asbest he could under her toenails, trying to lick the cleavage of hertoes, loving the feel and taste of her soft, white skin, again slurpingand moaning loudly, to signal to her that he appreciated cleaning herfeet. Even now, with touching a minimum of her skin, he could taste thesalt, sweat and leather mixture and, because of the moistening of thatskin, the powerful aroma, very erotic to him. As he worked his way fromthe front to the last of the straps in back, she pointed the toe of theshoe, lifting her arch from the insole. He plunged his tongue, very wetnow, licking as far as his tongue would reach under her arch, wavinghis head back and forth. When she thought he had finished with that,she raised her toes, which lifted her heel off the insole and he again,did his best to clean it as far as his wet, sloppy avrupa yakası escort tongue would reach.She shifted in her seat, playing with herself all the while, and herepeated the process on her other foot and shoe.”All right, cunt. Take these shoes off and lay down on your back undermy feet. I want the full treatment using your filthy mouth as mypersonal pumice stone. Put your knees on your chest and continue tojack off for your Mistress while I watch you.”He did as he was told and she placed one foot on his face, the toes onhis lips and he began his cleaning chore in earnest, first licking on alot of his spit, then hungrily sucking and licking it off, masturbatingfuriously with one arm on the outside of his thigh reaching around hisknee to his very hard cock. Now, the aroma was as strong as the tasteand that further excited his sexual arousal as he lapped and sucked andsucked and lapped while she occasionally sipped at her drink and smokedand stroked her wet pussy and gently pinched her erect nipples. “Do agood job between my little toesies footslave, and be sure to get anydebris.”He started gently probing his tongue between her toes and the taste andsmell became even stronger, especially the sweat smell. As he slid his tongue in and out of the tight crevices, he gathered the combination oftoe jam and lint and what not that had been trapped there for a weekand swallowed all of it, reveling in his servitude, his adoration andobedience to her. As was she, cumming from time to time, shudderingslightly in small waves as she watched her husband clean her dirty feetand jack off for her pleasure. She moved her foot slightly forward andhe immediately took as much of the ball of her foot between his teethand after wetting it thoroughly, began scr****g off the dead skin withboth sets of teeth in a slow, easy gnawing, swallowing the dead skinand thrilling with pleasure and appreciation of this Goddess, thiswoman he absolutely worshipped, who used and abused him for herpleasure and sexual stimulation. They were a perfectly matched pair -she getting sexually aroused at the filthy things she made him do, hegetting sexually aroused for the same reasons. When he felt the skinsufficiently smooth, he tilted his head back and cleaned her arch untilhe reached her heel. He opened his mouth and took in as much of it ashe could, noticing a lot more roughness than on the ball of her footand chewed and gnawed and moaned and groaned and swallowed it all whileshe continued to ride the small waves of her continuing orgasms,watching him continue to stroke his very hard cock, seeing his tightlyencased balls that, with their bondage, resembled one large peach, andfull once again of his liquid slime that he would eventually ingest.From time to time she would move her foot off to the side, and leaningover, spit large gobs of her saliva onto his face, then rub her footand smear it all over his face, to “help” him do a better cleaning job.He was presented her other foot and repeated the entire process,starting again with her toes, then the ball of it, the high arch, thenher heel. The entire chore took over half-an-hour before he wasabruptly denied any more contact with her beautiful feet, now clean ofsmell and taste and smooth again…”Now, put on the shoes you have just cleaned, and make sure my prettyfeet slide into them easily, or I’ll banish you to your cage for therest of the evening, ass-cleaner.” He raised his torso up, turned ontohis knees and picked up the strappy heels and held them up to her andshe leaned over and spit a copious amount of her saliva onto both ofthem. He again put each heel into his mouth, the soles on his foreheadand she slid each foot into them, squirming her toes back and forth asshe did so, enjoying the warm, wet feel of her feet on the leather ofthe insole and the inside of the straps… As each foot was encased inhis shoe, heel still in his mouth, he secured the back straps of eachone.”Now, move back a bit,” she ordered, and slid off the leather seat ofthe bar stool as he released his grip on the heel of her shoe. Therewas a large wet spot on it, a combination of her cunt juices and sweatfrom her buttocks. She snapped her fingers and pointed at it and helicked and sucked it clean until it virtually disappeared. She strodeto the end of the bar while he followed on his knees, throwing oneafter the other, knowing what was coming and wanting to cum again verybadly. But not just yet, he knew. She made herself another drink,feeling very mellow now and very sexually excited again, poking hermiddle finger in and out of her sopping pussy, rubbing the juice ontoher very erect clitoris. She settled both elbows onto the leathercushion running around the edge of the bar, spread her legs far apart,keeping her knees stiff, arching her back which stuck out herbeautiful, round and full buttocks. With a snap of her finger, shepointed to her butt and he began to give her a thorough ass-cleaning,his favorite activity and hers as well.My Wife, My Mistress #3The morning had started like most others. He was already fully dressedin a black corset, full-fashioned hose, high-heeled sandals, bra – fullmakeup and a wig. Dangly earrings finished the look. He was bound inhis Doggie mode, on all fours, ready to serve his Mistress as soon asshe awoke, even stirred, waiting at the side of her bed. Doggie modewas a series of bondage devices that he got himself into beforehand,rising much earlier than Pamela. His usual cock and ball bondage,making one round, tight ball out his two testicles, pulling them backbetween his thighs, his cock pointing straight down. She said it wasthe perfect level for his face and mouth to serve her where she wantedserviced. Two cat collars around his ankles were clipped to two morecollars around the tops of his thighs, so that he literally was on hisknees, not his shins and feet. Heavy knee pads and something thatlooked like a baseball catcher’s shin guards also protected his shinsand his feet if he had to scamper from a more upright position, like aJapanese servant approaching the Emperor. Two more collars above hisknees kept them apart with a spreader bar. A chain ran between eachknee to each wrist, each encircles with cat collars, so that when hewalked – crawled is a better description, he very carefully raised eachknee and the wrist in front of it at the same time and moved themforward. That action was then repeated on the other side, and made forslow, painstaking progress. This mode wasn’t meant for speed.As she began awakening, she poked both feet out from under the silkcomforter, and immediately felt the warm, slick feel of his tongue,licking on saliva, then licking and sucking it off and already, beganto get aroused as she looked forward to an extraordinary day oftraining, humiliating and debasing her loving husband. It was one ofthe few times when he was “allowed” to do something on his owninitiative without being given a direct order from his Mistress. But,since this was a standing order, that he always be ready to greet herin the morning in this manner, he really wasn’t being “allowed” to doit. He was following orders.After ten minutes of this relaxing, soothing treatment, she flicked hertoes at his mouth, and he moved back, allowing her to arise and placeher feet on the floor. She had felt a very loving bond between them thepast several weeks, as he exhibited more and more willingness to doanything she asked him to do and her imagination knew no bounds when itcame to making him prove his obedience to her whims. She even orderedhim to keep a journal of his own ideas to present to her to humiliatehim with. As he came up with more and more of them, it not only tookthe burden from her but allowed her to see further into the psyche ofthis man becoming-woman-becoming her total, committed sex-slave. He wastaking on the shape of a woman more and more quickly since she had thatSwiss doctor try different combinations of the hormone cocktails shegave him twice a day. He had lost all of his body hair; his breastswere now at least a C cup. His butt had grown along with his hips,thighs and calves, and his muscles were smoothing out as that typicallyfemale padding grew between them and his skin. And the nipple trainershe had to wear for several hours each day were doing a splendid job of changing flat, male nipples into nice little tubes of a more femalepiece of flesh at the end of his breasts. They consisted of a hardplastic ring, just big enough to fit around his aureoles. Three thinplastic pieces about the size of a toothpick, but longer, then homed infrom them to the steel piercing in each nipple, pulling them out fromthe ring. They were ingenious, again dreamed up by the mad doctor fromSwitzerland, who, she promised him, they would visit next summer tocomplete his transformation. Whenever she described what she eventuallywanted him to physically become, he thrilled with a shudder ofanticipation and dread, but nothing had hurt him, much less harmed him,so far. And in spite of, or because of, the hormone cocktails she fedhim, despite the fact that he was becoming more and more physicallyfeminized, as he already was mentally, it had not only not shrunk hispenis and testicles, as is usually the case when Mistresses gave theirmale slaves such concoctions, but had actually made them grow larger,his cock stiffer when it was hard, which was virtually all the time,and had extended greatly the amount of time it would stay stiff.Unlike most other women who had male slaves, she didn’t want toemasculate her husband, make him into a total female, with no malefunctions whatever, some mistresses even putting on chastity devices.She wanted him to be a man who was a woman, a homemade transsexual, sothat she could tease and degrade him, whip his penis, control itcompletely, and delight in making him cum at her direct order. To eachher own, was her attitude. She wanted him to be constantly sexuallyaroused, so his motivation was not fear of her or her punishment, butthe desire to not only get sexual relief by ejaculating, but by showinghow obedient he was to her.She snapped her fingers and he picked up her high-heeled slippers,holding the heel of each in his teeth, the sole on his forehead in theusual manner while she slipped her feet into them. After he hadsilently entered her bedroom on all fours, being careful not to wakeher, he had placed the looped leather end of the chain leash to theback of his scrotum on his back, within her easy reach. She stood up,took hold of the leash and pulling it taut, and waited while he turnedaround, ready to crawl to the bathroom.”Lead, slave,.” and he slowly began his crawl across the plushcarpeting of the huge bedroom toward the adjoining bathroom, watchinghimself leading his Mistress by a leash to his balls and watching thereflection of her lovely legs, ankles and feet encased in those sexy,strappy slippers in the ever-present mirrors. These were a gold patentleather he had chosen for her this morning, based on the amount of cumfilm on them, which was very thick. All of her shoes were patentleather because that made them impervious to moisture of any kind,including cum and piss, his and others, not to mention spit, again hisand others, when he cleaned them.The bathroom was about half the size of the bedroom, meaning it washuge, again all the walls being floor-to-ceiling mirrors. It containednot only a huge, open tiled shower but a large hot tub. The toiletstood out from the wall several feet and was the most remarkable thingthat first caught the eye of anyone who used the bathroom. It was allclear glass; the tank, the seat and anadolu yakası escort the toilet itself. No one had everseen anything like it, or even imagined anything like this existed, butshe had found someone to make it for her, and the glass was so finelymanufactured that there was no distortion whatever.”God, I have to pee!” she exclaimed. But instead of being led to thegleaming toilet, she tugged at the leash, indicating that he stop atthe counter by the twin sinks. She quickly got down her toothpaste andtoothbrush, turned on the water and brushed her teeth. With a snap ofher fingers, he leaned back on his shins and feet, raised up andtilting his head back, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Sheleaned over and carefully spit out a mouthful of toothpaste suds ontohis tongue and into his mouth, which he rinsed around before swallowingit. She repeated this several times until her mouth was nearly cleansedof the toothpaste, then gave a quick rinse with mouthwash.”There, toilet-mouth, that ought to freshen up those stale taste buds,don’t you think?” He responded with the usual…”unh hunnhh…unhhunnhh…” pleading tone he was required to use in answer to everyquestion. She snatched up the leash and with a few tugs, guided him tocrawl to the open shower. On the floor of the spotless, white tile wasa large aluminum bowl he had placed there earlier in the morning.She stopped him with his head just over it, stepped around it and facedhim from the other side. Without ceremony, she began pissing a hot,dark amber stream onto his waiting tongue and into his mouth, the restsplashing down into the aluminum bowl. As she swayed back and forth,directing the pungent stream to his mouth area, she was careful not toget it into his eyes, not only so as not to temporarily blind him butalso so it wouldn’t mess up his carefully applied eye makeup, completewith long, false lashes.She must have pissed a quart, her amber liquid half-filling the bowlbeneath his face. Her bladder had been full, and the overnightcollection had made it extremely tasty, musky and salty. He savored itas he swallowed it, but with all the piss-drinking he did, it was morelike piss tasting. Ingesting too much urine, while it is a very sterileliquid (filtered by the best devices mother nature had to offer, humank**neys), drinking too much of it could result in a buildup of uricacid crystals, and that was not a good thing for anyone to experience,especially her slave, whom she wanted healthy, hungry and thirsty.Her stream began to trickle off as she sighed in relief, and onlyinches from his face and open mouth, pushed her crotch onto hisoutstretched tongue, and he gently licked and lapped and sucked thedrops of piss from her pussy lips, then very carefully, took clumps ofher thick bush between his lips and sucked any drops of her urine thatglistened there.When she was satisfied, she took a step back, then squatted down, herlegs apart, picked up the toothbrush he had laid beside the bowl andhanded it to him. She always liked to watch this up close. With nohesitation, he did what was expected, to give her a show of his lovefor her and anything that came from her. He dipped it into the piss andbegan brushing his teeth, dipping it often enough so that his mouth wasthoroughly overwhelmed with the taste of her strong piss. Before he wasfinished, he scooped up the amber liquid, stuck out his tongue, andthoroughly scrubbed it with the bristles of the brush. That ritual nowover would lead to the next. His “real” toilet training, as shelaughingly called it when she taunted him about it, especially in frontof guests, darkly hinting at what he might be trained to do.She again kept the leash taut, and as he led her toward the “throne”,she took in the spectacle of his large, hard cock pointing straightdown, bobbing slightly from side to side as he crawled, his tight ballsack looking like it was going to burst. But that was quite a way offyet for this particular morning. He placed his face over the toilet andbegan licking the glass seat, swiping and slurping large amounts of saliva on it, then feeling a tug, he backed off a bit. She deftlystepped over and around him and seated herself, loving the feeling ofthe warm moisture on her naked buttocks and moved them around on it,feeling his spit. She didn’t sit like most women do on a toilet, kneeslocked tightly together, feet apart in that ugly, pigeon-toed pose. Shebrazenly spread her knees apart and moved her high-heeled feet out fromthe base of it, a beautiful pose as the mirrors reflected herself andher slave, who was about to get his first lesson in “real” toilet-training.With a snap of her fingers, he placed his head between her thighs, facedown, only six inches from the water below. She clamped her thighsaround his head and began slightly wiggling her ass, slightlyshivering.Then she emitted a loud, long, very wet-sounding fart. He smelled thestrong, overwhelming odor almost as soon as he had heard the sound, andsince his head was clamped into that chamber she had created with her thighs, the smell was overpowering, not bitter, like he thought itwould be – instead, it was a very sweet, musky, almost chocolatestench, regardless of the obvious connection between the color of humanshit and that of chocolate. He inhaled strongly and felt a rush ofsexual excitement wash over him, his cock twitching, his ballsstraining against the bondage, she pulling very tightly on his leashwhile he gorged his sense of smell (and taste because the smell was sostrong) in one of his Mistresses’ bodily functions, that was, at leastin private, a very natural thing to do. He moaned and groaned and mewedin his begging manner while she playfully jerked his scrotum with theleash, almost jacking him off that way, his cock and balls bobbing fromhis stomach to back between his thighs. She took it all in from themirror opposite the throne, watching the image of her husband, on hisknees, legs barred apart, turned ankles fastened to his thighs,,painted toes pointed daintily and watched him heavily breath in herordure. She grunted as another loud wet fart sputtered out of her anus,then was ready.This time, he heard the sound before he smelled the odor, as she beganextruding the tip of a dark brown, very thick, shiny turd. It slowlyemerged from her asshole, and after a few inches, she could actuallysee it coming out in the mirrors to the side of the throne. As it slidout with a wet, slippery sound, a menacing sound, the extremelypowerful stench of his Mistresses’ shit washed over his nose, mouth,face, all at once and he thought he was going to cum with excitementbut not for his strict training in that regard. It was about halfwayout now, she could tell, watching the slightly curled tip of it gentlydip into the water while she tugged and played with her slave’s leash,knowing he could hardly stand not cumming at what would be the first ofa ritual that would culminate in him becoming her human toilet in everyway, in every sense of those words.She tightened the ring of her anus, and the rest of the huge tube ofshit slid wetly out of her asshole and slipped into the water and thefull extent of the smell of fresh, human shit hit him hard. He hadnever smelled anything so strong, so powerful in his life, no matterwhat the odor. His face, his nose was inches away from his Mistresses’shit and he immediately knew that he loved that smell, was alreadyaddicted to this ritual, breathing in gasps and pants now, to try toget as much of that stench as he could into his nose, his mind, hissexual stimulus apparatus that ruled him. And he was stimulated as sheknew he would be, dear slave husband of hers, his cock trembling andtwitching by itself, pre-cum gathering, then dripping off onto the tilefloor between his legs, some of it hitting the metal bar that kept hisknees apart.With a sigh of relief, she moved her buttocks back slightly and beganplaying with her already-juicy cunt, then still fondling herself, shepushed his head back, stood up and got behind him. He beheld that largeturd, coiled exquisitely around itself in the glass toilet, about afoot-and-a-half long and the smell immediately diminished because freshair, not just the stink of her shit, surrounded his face again.”The rim of the throne is dirty, slave. Lick it clean and gaze at yourMistresses’ doings while you do it. And I want to see you really hammerthat cock of yours while you do.”He began licking his spit onto the clear glass of the rim, all thewhile gazing down at that large turd his Mistress had ordered him tosmell as he was now ordered to look at while he lapped and suckedaround the rim of the toilet, masturbating furiously as he did so.”Now, as you look at what you will soon taste, toilet-mouth, get readyto cum at my order,” and with that, she spun off a large amount oftoilet tissue, wrapping it around her hand as she did so, and placed itbeneath his raging cock. He looked at that…thing…in the water ofthe toilet, wanting to go ahead with the ultimate test of hisobedience, wanting to get the order to plunge his face into the toiletwater and grab a chunk of it, getting it somehow into his mouth andchewing it slowly, showing her he was willing to eat her shit, freshfrom her bowels. But that was not for today. He was already makingnumerous countdowns in his head, starting over again each time hementally reached the number one, waiting for her to order him to startthe actual countdown himself. But she didn’t this time.”Ten…nine,” she started counting. “Eight…seven…” and he jackedfuriously, madly, ready to explode his balls onto that wad of toiletpaper that awaited his discharge. She continued right to the end withno games, no pauses, no starting over. She wanted this to go smoothly,correctly, so he would remember how pleasurable it was to masturbatewhile he smelled her farts, her shit, than look at it while he spurtedhis pent-up wad””One…shoot!”He shuddered and spasmed and within his bondage, humped his pelvis backand forth, but all of his sperm hit the toilet paper, excepting thatwhich also hit his knee brace. He gritted his teeth and groaned loudly.”Oh…Mistress Pamela…ahhh…I love you so much Mistress.Unnhhh…God, Mistress, train me to do this, please Mistress. Oh…”,and he trailed off and began sagging there, still watching that turd,still looking at it, longing for it now.When she knew he was finished and coming down, she gently pushed him inthe ribs with her shoe and he obligingly slowly rolled over, now onlystroking his cock with a gentle motion. She reached down, picked up thesaturated wad of toilet paper and thoroughly wiped first the rim of thetoilet, then putting down the seat, it as well. Tomorrow morning, itwould have a nicer, slicker feel to it than just his saliva after helicked it wet for her.”Now your turn, slave,” and she led him to the sliding doors to thepatio. He led, she keeping the leash to his bound balls taut and whenhe knew that she was through the doors and heard them slide shut, hestopped, waiting for further orders.”Hmm,” she muttered, looking around at where she wanted him to relievehimself. “All right, slave, I want you to get between the two largeplanters.” He slowly did as he was told, having to piss very badly buthis cock hard as ever, made even harder by the thought that he wasoutside, even though no one could see him, feeling the cool air on hisbody, his genitals, his ass, heightening the erotic feeling. Theplanters were about five feet apart and he situated himself betweenthem waiting further orders.”All right, slave, piss for Mistress like the dog that you are.” Helaboriously raised one knee as high as he could considering his bondageand immediately began pissing a long, strong stream of hot urine, whichsteamed as soon as it left his cock and hit the planter, running hotonto the mulch between the planters. With a sigh of relief, he shookhis butt, shaking off the remaining drops of his piss and lowered hisknee.”There, there, little puppy, aren’t you relieved?” He slowly turned andin gratitude, kissed and licked the tops of her strappy mules that shewore.

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