Home Slave Story

This femdom story is about real life home slave that must work for his mistress even when she is not at home. Mistresse’s slave is forced into complete submission what also include house maintaining and cleaning. of course, every mistress have boots collection that MUST be always prepare. If you click on home slave photo above, you will see free home slave gallery and his mistress forcing him to clean boots.

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“Um, yes, I do. Look, honey, do you really know that you really want to be committed to being my slave? Do you really know that you won’t get bored with it someday and want to change things? Because I’ll love you even if you’re not my slave, but if we’re going to try to be serious about this D/s thing, I do want to know it’s going to work. So yes, I am saying I want to test you.”
“Uh, yeah, I see your point. But a whole year? I mean, admittedly the idea has intense fantasy potential, but …”
“Dear, it would also please me and excite me to know that I had you locked up.” She gave me that sly smile that always sets butterflies swarming in my stomach. I think she knows it has that effect on me. “I’d enjoy,” she drew out the word ‘enjoy’ deliciously, “I’d enjoy knowing just how frustrated you were getting. I’d love knowing all the time, even when we’re apart, that you’re my slave and that you’re suffering for me.” She was getting turned on talking about it, and, well, seeing her get turned on does things to me.

“What if I can’t take it?” I asked nervously. “And does the chastity belt really work like they say? I mean, is it really practical for wearing such a long time?”
“I’ll have the key, honey. If we absolutely have to take it off, we can. But I really want you to wear it the whole year.”
We talked like that off and on for a couple weeks. I reread all my old wanking material that mentioned male chastity devices. She made sure I knew how much the idea excited her. Eventually, trembling, I agreed. That night she locked the thing on me. It was a week after her birthday.
It was deliciously exciting to have her lock me up, knowing that I couldn’t free myself and knowing that the plan was for me to wear the harness and be deprived of my manhood for twelve long months. Fear mingled with excitement, my fantasies and my nervousness played tag, and with my heart all aflutter I stood there and let her tuck me into the device and lock it on my body.
That night she played with me, and the frustration was spice added to our lovemaking. She was very gentle, stroking me here and there, and I made tender love to her with my hands and my tongue. It was frustrating not to be touched on my penis, not even to be able to get hard, but it was the kind of frustration that can be fun in bondage. “This isn’t so bad,” I thought, “This is kind of fun. A year is a long time, but at least I know the end date.”

I was so incredibly turned on when she started spreading the lube in my ass! And when she started pushing the strap-on against my opening, I was in heaven! Oh rapture, oh delight! As she fucked me, my pleasure built and built … and so did my desire for more, more, more. But never release. My cock hurt, pressing against its confinement unable to become erect. At the time the pain merely added to the delicious feast of sensations.
Eventually she tired and stopped, grinning a grin that would set fire and ice chasing each other around your soul if you saw it. And I actually howled in frustration, banging my head against the pillows and crying.

I eventually calmed down, managed to relax and sleep. And a month and a half later, desperate, even though I knew it would leave me weeping in frustration again, I knelt before her and begged her again to please fuck me in the ass. And again I flew on winds of sensation, only to come crashing down again, weeping and thrashing in frustration.
She’d given me some new rules while I was begging, little things to make our roles of Mistress and slave a bit more formal, and I’d agreed to them. Our relationship was getting a little more intense.
The next time I begged her to fuck me, she refused. She made me wait a week after I got so desperate that I was ready to beg. Oh, I still got to touch her, to enjoy her cries and moans of pleasure as I licked and nibbled. And swats from her riding crop when my own frustration and desire carried me away and I got a bit too enthusiastic, bit too hard, or went too fast.
Finally she asked me to wear her collar for a week. To work. I was shocked. I was scared. But I said yes, and she fucked me in the ass. That Monday I went into the office skittish as a kitten at the dog pound. I got a few raised eyebrows, and one or two kind comments. The real teasing didn’t start until Tuesday.
The time after that she locked the collar on and added a tag saying “Property of…”. It’s only come off when I’ve had to wear a tie since then.
“Mistress, I don’t think I can take this any longer! I’m going mad, I’m so frustrated, I mean sometimes it’s just so intense and fantastic and exciting, but then I start to get excited and I can’t get hard and it gets frustrating again. I love you and I love being dominated by you and I love feeling trapped and I even love the frustration but I’m not sure I’m strong enough to take this.”
“Oh, but you don’t have to be strong enough, darling. That’s what the lock is there for.” She smiled so sweetly, and caressed my face so tenderly that I calmed down immediately, hanging on her every word. “I really want you to do this for me. Do you think you can manage now?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, much calmer, “I think I can. Please forgive me for … my weakness.”
“Oh, honey, I know it’s not easy. It’s not supposed to be easy. Knowing how hard it is for you, knowing that you’re suffering excites me.” I swallowed and she continued. “As a matter of fact, I’m excited now, and I think I want to fuck your cute little slave ass again.”
Things changed a little after that. Instead of making me wait until I was ready to beg for it and then making me wait some more, she started fucking me in the ass more often, at her whim. That meant I didn’t have to beg, and in some ways it made the frustration a little easier to bear, but in other ways it made it harder, because getting fucked excited me so. I think she knew exactly what she was doing.
New rules … I was her sex toy, to be used however she wanted whenever she wanted, no matter my mood or how tired I was. Well, if she’d wanted to she could have done that earlier. Still, by then it was a lot easier to get into the mood when she decided she wanted me. At first it was just another neat dimension to our game. Eventually I started feeling that I no longer had any rights to my own body. That was both scary and fantastic. And the frustration continued.
In the last few months, I settled down a bit and started coming to grips more with my situation. I got better at handling the frustration, better and not letting it get in the way of my enjoyment of pleasures sexual and otherwise. Perhaps knowing that most of my “sentence” had passed helped.
The last month she removed the key from its hiding place and started wearing it around her neck. “The year’s almost up,” she’d say, “and it looks like you’ve passed my test. Are you glad? Are you happy to know you can take being my slave, so we can make our relationship permanent?”

So yes, wearing the chastity belt for a year had been much harder than I’d imagined, but I’d survived it. I’d held out for a year, I’d passed her test, I’d proved to myself as well that I could bear such torment. I’d thought to beg her for release, but I’d never thought to use my safeword to escape.
And tonight, a week after her birthday, it had been a year. She led me to our bedroom, lit several candles, and tied me to the bed, muttering sweet compliments to me the whole time, stroking me as she would a cat. A bowl of ice sat on the bedside table, alongside a couple of neatly folded towels. A glass of something clear sat on the dresser with a plate resting on top of it. She stripped, while I watched, licking my lips, then straddled my face. “Eat me.”

She removed the chain from around her neck. She removed the key from the chain. She went to the glass of clear liquid on the dresser and uncovered it. “A toast,” she said, “to your showing me you could pass my test!” She lifted the glass, and the key.
And she dropped the key into the glass, where it fizzed and foamed and slowly dissolved.

My heart fell. Actually, I think it stopped. She watched my face, grinning, as I lay there disbelieving.
“I have a soldering iron in the bedside table,” she said very quietly. “I’m going to fill the keyhole with solder. You’re mine forever, my love.”

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You remain kneeling with your face pressed against the hard stone floor and your arms stretched out toward an altar which is dimly lighted and elevated before you. For all you know it may be a sacrificial altar and someone will come soon to carve out your heart. You have never before done anything so daring or put yourself into such a treacherous situation, waiting for a Woman you have not personally met and in a place fraught with so much danger. But you are compelled by the longing in your heart to remain and to await what may be your one final chance to realize the dream of your lifetime, the dream of becoming a true slave to a beautiful, superior Goddess.

You listen to the click, click, click of My stiletto heels tapping on the stone floor as I approach you from behind. A shiver of fear and anticipation shoots up your spine. I stop behind you. You know that I am studying your prostrate body. And you pray that I approve of the manner in which you have obeyed My directions. You want nothing more in this world than to please your Goddess. “Spread your legs, slave.” You obey. “Wider, slut!” Your balls hang down between your thighs. You are totally vulnerable. And I, being a Bitch Goddess, take delight in kicking your scrotum. You howl with pain and surprise as the point of My shoe smashes into your balls.

Then the clicking sounds of My heels resume and stop next to your ears. You are startled by the pressure of one shoe pressing into the back of your neck. “I claim you as My slave, scumboy.” I press your face into the stone floor with my foot, pinning you like a bug. “From this moment and for the rest of your life you will devote yourself to serving Me.” My voice is sweet music to your ears. “You will have no other Queen but Me. You will do everything I demand of you and beg for new ways to worship Me. You will deny Me nothing, not your body, not your money and not your soul. You will submit to your lowly servitude by kissing and licking My shoes. Now!”

I kick the side of your face with My foot. You immediately begin worshipping hungrily at My shoes with your insatiable tongue. Oh, what dark, hot ecstasy it is for you. The moment you have yearned for has finally arrived. You surrender yourself to Me to be completely owned and controlled. You have dreamed desperately all your life for this sweet surrender. “I own you, slave. You are My chattel, My mule, My toy, My piggybank. Your body belongs to Me. Your swollen cock is Mine to control. You are My property”

Now imagine you are in My bedchamber, kneeling naked at the foot of My bed. The collar around your neck is linked by a long , thin chain to one of the corner bed posts. By now you are used to the pain in your back and the aches in your knees because you have been My true slave for a year or more. You have lost track of the time but your passion for Me has grown stronger than ever. Your love for Me is a prison. It is more confining than the plastic chastity cage that confines your limp dick, and is a constant reminder of the totality of your submission.

Many months have passed since I freed your pathetic penis from its prison. Do you remember the last time I let you out? What a raging erection you had!. And do you remember my delight when I teased you to the brink of cumming but then denied you with a cold ice pack? Poor baby, you were so disappointed. What delicious torture it was. I enjoyed it so much. And you were so grateful when I permitted you to lick My ass instead of cumming. You are so well trained. You are My true pathetic slave. I have taken away your manhood.

You do not raise your face from the thick carpet when I enter the room laughing gaily and chatting with My lover. We have just returned from an evening of extravagant dining at The Four Seasons Restaurant, on your credit card of course. We ignore your kneeling presence as We do the other furniture in the room, except the king sized, four poster, canopied bed of course. That we never ignore.

I hastily unbutton My lover’s shirt and help him to remove his trousers. When he is naked he sits on the edge of the bed. His gorgeous cock is already throbbing with the anticipation of being inside My hot pussy. Your pathetic, imprisoned pecker tries to respond to the erotic energy in the room, but it is powerless in its little cage. I have the keys in My vault. You feel the pressure of My ass on your back when I sit on you and casually remove My shoes. I stand to remove My clothing and drape the skirt, panties and bra across your back. Then I slip eagerly onto the bed with My lover.

I snap My fingers at you twice. You know the drill. You respond quickly. You raise up on your knees and crawl to your assigned place near the edge of the bed between My lover’s spread knees. His nine inch cock is just a breath away from your face. How humiliating it is for you to be kneeling before another man, especially one who is younger, stronger and much more handsome than you. Your face is flush with embarrassment and the blood is throbbing in your trapped little dicky. However, you are excited by your cuckolding.

You respond quickly to My command. “Suck that gorgeous cock, little girl. Lube it up with your saliva so your Goddess can take it easily inside. It’s so big and thick. Think of the service you’re performing for My pleasure. Do a good job with your tongue and lips and for your reward I will let you watch Us fuck. But first smell My lover’s cock. Run your nose up and down the shaft and inhale the hot, musky aroma that I love so much. Now suck it and lick it. Wet it all over for your Mistress.”

Your lips are bright red with rouge. My lover laughs as he presses his thick cock between your painted lips and deep against the back of your throat. You gag a little and breathe in deeply through your nostrils. The smell of his cock makes you drool all the more and your saliva coats his shaft as you pull your head back. It’s no longer a secret that you love sucking cock for your Goddess. Your mouth is full of cock again and your nostrils flair at the dark odor of My stud’s groin. His balls slap against your chin as he fucks your face. Just admit it, slut, you love to suck cock. Especially when I demand it.

While you suck his superior cock, I kneel behind my lover and caress his nipples. I know he is ready when he begins to moan at My touch. He and I roll over onto the bed. He is above Me, and he presses his huge cock slowly into My wet pussy. I take it inside of Me an inch at a time. Oh! He fills Me. It’s almost more than I can take. He teases Me slowly, in and then back away, then in again. My finger nails dig into his shoulders as he pushes harder and deeper into Me. I wonder how you feel kneeling there watching but powerless.

While We are making wild, unrestrained love, My lover and I, I extend My bare foot to you so you may suck on My toes. I love the feel of your wet mouth around My toes and your slippery tongue between them while his thick cock swells inside My hot pussy. You suck greedily, as always, at My toes and lick between them. The combination of sensations from your mouth and his cock drives Me to more urgent orgasms.

You watch Our fierce passion from your kneeling position, sucking My feet while We fuck harder and harder, both of Us moaning and cursing and laughing at the power of Our fucking. I kick your face uncontrollably and unintentionally several times. Such passion!

You will never know that passion, my pathetic little slave. You will never have your cock inside My hot pussy like a real man. No, I have locked away your manhood and you have gladly sacrificed it for the joy and ordeal of being My true slave. You will be content watching your Queen enjoy fucking Her lover. Then when She is thoroughly satisfied and spent from a multitude of orgasms sometime in the late hours after midnight, you will be commanded to clean Her lover’s magnificent cock of all Our juices with your lips and face. And maybe even suck his dripping cum out of My pussy.

After that, I will present you with the restaurant bill and let you go back to your dull and lonely little room with the unrelieved discomfort of your cock cage reminding you of your love and devotion to Me as My true slave. Can you handle that ordeal, sissy boy?

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