Thursdays are my day to clean my Boss/Dom’s house from top to bottom. Sometimes I drive myself while other times my Owner will take me over there and drop me off wearing nothing but a long dress and my collar. The dress comes off once I enter the garage and like at Home, I enter the house naked. Yes, I clean naked unless its in the kitchen where I can wear an apron. By the time I am done, I need a bath or a dip in the pool to get clean!
This Thursday Master-Sir ordered me to take along a set of clothing because He had arranged for me to have an afternoon “date”. A late lunch and a movie. Dates are times He arranges for me to be with a man I am to please. I usually never know who or what is planned. Sometimes He does this for money (usually its 50 cents or a dollar), most times just because He wants to do that for someone.
It wasn’t until i was at the house and getting ready for my Boss/Dom to come home for His lunch that I found out who my date was with. It was with Patrick, the slave-boi of the couple we have been mentoring.
My Boss/Dom wasn’t sure of the details, just that He was to drop me off at home and that my date would be picking me up at 2:30. I was to be cleaned, shaved and ready for an afternoon with a man that I would be free to do what we wanted to do. The lunch and a movie were apparently Patrick’s suggestions.
At 2:30 I was nude and kneeling by the door waiting for my “date” to arrive. As I am anytime a date picks me up. The date gets to decide what He wants me to wear. My Owner had already sent me a text to not be back home until after 7 pm and not to worry about Him or Patrick’s Mistress. She will be with my Owner on their “date”.
Slave to Slave
Also, Master-Sir told me that there were No restrictions, no penalties. That meant no matter what we talked about or what we did, nothing would be held against either of us for future punishments. We were free to talk about anything or anyone and do whatever we wanted to do with each other or “to each other”. Otherwise known as a free pass!
I think Patrick was just as nervous and anxious as I was as He opened the door to find me nude, kneeling and waiting. Telling me to please get dressed, “please”. I asked if He wanted to watch? He smiled and didn’t know how to answer that. This is never good! Having two ultra submissive slaves trying not to be the Dominant one just makes things like this really awkward, painful and funny.
He followed me upstairs to the Master bedroom where my clothes were laid out. He liked the dark blouse and open slit skirt I brought along and he knelt on the floor to watch me put them on.
I asked what His Owner told Him, He said that we were free to be us. Do what we wanted. She wanted Him to have fun and not worry about punishments or anything. Just to take my date to a nice lunch/dinner and a movie. What happens is up to Him and me. Hmm… The Owners conspired…
So I asked Him what he wanted to do? He paused and smiled. His response was making Him blush as he told me that, honestly? all he really wanted to do is to just fuck me. He’s been wanting to do that for a long time but was never allowed to act on it. For once, He just wanted us to be naked together, alone and hoping I would want the same thing. Nobody watching over us, nobody beating His ass as we fucked at their command. Just let it happen and enjoy the company. He just wanted to have sex with me.
That was such a sweet thing for me to hear. I wanted the same thing. But i had a problem with that. He was a handsome man who could have sex with any woman, why would He want to have sex with a fat slave like me? Or is this just because I am the only thing He is allowed to have sex with? A pity fuck? trust me, that would not be the first time i was used like that. But i wanted to know the truth before we had sex.
He assured me it wasn’t a pity fuck, it was a sincere desire for Him to have his way with me at His speed and His way. The fact that we have had sex many times, but it was always a show for others, in daylight, with people watching and him being made to hurry and cum as His Owner used the cane or a paddle on His ass. We were being used for their enjoyment and entertainment when what He really wanted to do was to enjoy His time with me.
I smiled, thanked Him and said I would love for Him to have me any way He wanted me. So I knelt beside Him, had Him stand so I could remove His clothing. he handed me the key to His cock cage and I couldn’t move fast enough to get his beautiful cock free of its metal rings. Once free, it came to life and was solid hard in seconds! On the bed I had just made, He had me lay down on my back as he knelt on the end of the bed and pleasured me with a very well talented tongue in all the right places that was all too soon replaced by that magnificent cock I have always enjoyed looking at and never really being able to enjoy it for its size or taste.
When normally He is being whipped or caned by His Mistress to hurry up and fuck the slave, he can now just enjoy the slow strokes of his bare cock as I stare into those beautiful hazel eyes and hear his grunting as he slides in and out of my very wet and sloppy pussy that is getting wetter by the stroke and his smile that makes me embarrassingly blush. He really is enjoying fucking me, looking at me and taking his time making me want to have an orgasm, but not wanting this feeling to ever end.
My slut slave instincts turn on and I want that cock. I want to feel it and taste him in me. I want to lick him clean and enjoy the reward of his juices and swallow it all. Enjoying Him the way he enjoyed me. But He kept me on my back, stroking it inside me, never once did His cock fall out. He didn’t stop the slow strokes until I felt his cock swell and He started to empty inside me.
Even after a long time filling me with His cum, He never went totally soft. He was still excited. His smile was greater and He was so happy to let it happen on His terms. I was feeling happy as well as I felt Him fill me.
Still holding me down, He did what I was hoping He would. He climbed all the way onto the bed, His legs on both sides of my face, that cock still hard and bouncing. Cum was on its tip as He told me to clean His cock. He gave me an actual order! “Yes, Master” was my giddy response as He leaned down and His cock went into my waiting mouth, I swallowed it all. Licked every inchof its glory and happily felt Him choke me with it. I enjoyed the last tastes of my reward before we finally broke apart.
Together, we changed the sheets, made up the room again, got cleaned up and dressed before we went out for our date.
For the past month or so, we have been allowed to text each other, but always knew our Owners could read what we said. His Mistress would punish Him for some texts or for forgetting His proper manners in texting. My Owner is not that strict with what i text, He allows me to text without that fear.
Here was our chance, over a nice late lunch at my favorite restaurant, we were free to talk openly about anything and everything. And boy, did we ever talk!
It’s funny how we seem to use our submissiveness to escape parts of our life. Here I am with a wonderful man with a beautiful cock and great manners who could have any woman he wanted anytime He wanted. And all he wanted to be is Owned by one woman. He wanted to be controlled by another to escape the pressure of being a “stud muffin” a term he hated but was always called by the other jocks in school.
Until meeting us, he never really knew how to explain that feeling(s) and how to search his wife’s mind to see if this idea of controlling Him would frighten her or make her love Him more. Not ever realizing that deep down, she had the same secret, she wanted the same thing only she wanted to Own, Control and command the obedience of her man.
After-all, its a man’s world and the man is supposed to be strong and in charge, yet share equally with his wife. He never realized there was a place where He could let her be the controlling one, let her dictate His life and not lose his “man card” as he put it.
For all those years, they were living the life they were supposed to live according to the family and to the norms of society. How can a corporate power couple explore “that” side of life and not lose the respect or acceptance from others they thought they needed, he often wondered. what risk is there to their jobs, friends, and associates if it’s discovered He’s not the “man” of the house??? Its all at risk if they cross a wrong line, get outed by another or speak the wrong thing to the wrong people?? I live that fear every day, but I live it anyway.
I explained that this is something we deal with daily. Being exposed or found out by the people we work for would mean we would lose everything. But for our happiness and sanity, we need to be ourselves and to live the way we want to. So We Do. We are just careful and hope it all stays quiet.
My slave heart melted as He explained His joy of having me as his release tool. That He really would get excited when His Owner would tell Him He will be fucking me on whatever day she had it planned. He knew it would be under pain and humiliation as she and others would or could watch and comment on the scene. But He would at least have Me to be there for His comfort and enjoyment. We connect so well mentally when we are being used like that.
He looked forward to those moments. Not because it was his only time to have sexual intercourse, but that having me there and not have to deal with any attitude, egos or whatever. Just have a woman who He can fuck and enjoy even if he is being made to do it in front of others who are dressed and mocking us. Or being caned while he is fucking me. That small connection meant so much to him. I almost cried as He was telling me this.
He also enjoys those moments with His Mistress when He is caged and she is dressed. Just cuddling and enjoy each other in their own special way. The unique connection they have and the same I have with my Owner. There are times of pain that makes you question yourself that are soon overpowered my times of erotic joy and a high you can’t get any other way but by being true to yourself.
Like me, He savors those tender moments with His Mistress that we tend to enjoy, but not speak much about. People like to hear the sexual parts, the pain, use, and abuse. Not the little times where tenderness and love sneak into our lives.
It was funny as we kept in our roles together. I asked permission to use the bathroom, to order salmon for lunch and He did the same thing to me… I wanted to open the door for Him, He wanted to open the door for me. We reached for it at the same time.
He was driving from the restaurant and the movie complex, I finally got what I wanted. His cock again. The feel of his long cock, his well trimmed and manicured pubic area, as I swallowed all of him and let him thrust His hips and shove it deeper as it grew larger and thicker. Holding my head on His cock, I could feel Him trying to quickly park the car so that we both could enjoy the moment. Hearing his moans again as he grabbed my hair and told me to slow down so He could enjoy it as well! But that didn’t work. he was soon filling my mouth and allowing me the taste of his reward again. It happened just way too fast or I just wanted it to last longer than it did. I don’t know. But it was a beautiful moment as I licked my lips and put his cock back into his pressed slacks.
He kept apologizing about how fast it happened and how he came. Hoping i wasn’t offended or hurt. That it was beautiful and hopes to do it again soon if allowed. I had to tell Him to stop it. We have a movie to see!
During the movie, He held my hand for a while as He also liked to move it down, between my legs to feel my wet pussy. After the movie, He drove me home. I slipped on my collar and handed Him my leash. Telling him he had to deliver me to my Owner and to thank Him for the night. He kissed me long on the lips as I kissed back and thanked me for a wonderful day. He knew how to properly lead me into the house where my Owner and His Mistress were watching a movie.
He knelt next to my Owner, handed Him the leash and thanked Him before returning to the side of His Mistress.
Both Owners smiled, thanked us for being prompt and said that both slaves seemed happy. Commenting that this may become a regular event.
We looked at each other and smiled. Curling up on the floor at the feet of them as they finished watching a movie.
Once again, I felt the happiness of my Owner, knowing that I am a very loved and lucky slave!
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