AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story and all characters are fiction. All characters are over eighteen.

Content: This story contains scenes of female dominance, Female Led Relationship, mature male servant, bi-sex, cum drinking, anal sex, and pegging.

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Wake Up Duties and a Day Out

“Slave — wake up! Get up here and lick my pussy!” Mistress Val demanded loudly.

I had been in Mistress Val’s service now for a couple of weeks. She had decided to accept my servitude on a provisional basis. If I continued to please and amuse Her, and learned quickly, I would be allowed to become Her collared submissive boi. She had taken to training me to behave and perform as She expected, giving me punishments when I did not meet the mark (or sometimes just because She felt like venting Her sadistic inclinations on me), and conditioning my responses with rewards when I exceeded Her expectations.

I was chained to bed, naked except for chastity device, bells, slave collar as usual. The chains were just long enough to allow me to reach the bathroom in case I had to go during the night. When I did need to use the bathroom, I would pick up the chains with my hands and move as quietly as I could to keep the chains from clanking so that I would not wake my Mistress. The Florida heat made it bearable to sleep naked on the floor, the scratchy carpet made me itch, and I would sometimes need to sleep on my stomach when I had been caned or whipped to the point of bleeding to avoid staining the carpet. I stirred and clambered up to the foot of the bed and kissed my way from Her feet to her calves, Her thighs, and then up to the paradise of Her pussy.

As I did on most every day, I spread her labia softly with my fingers and lapped Her outer lips, kissed Her inner thighs, then ran my tongue up the cleft of Her crotch from Her asshole, over Her perinium, up Her lower lips, and then using a broad tongue, licked Her clit, which usually elicited a slight shudder from Her. I continued these long licks, each time spending a slightly longer time tickling Her clit on the upstroke, and running my tongue into Her vaginal tunnel, deeper and deeper each time. When I could feel Her thigh muscles begin to flex and twitch, accompanied by the rhythmic undulation of Her hips, I ran my finger inside of her pussy and began to stroke Her G-spot, thrusting my finger, then two fingers inside of Her as She began to softly moan. I could feel the effects of my worship as my fingers began to become coated with Her juices, flowing down over my hand and washing my face with Her sticky sex liquids. Once She began to buck and spasm, she yelled out; “Suck my clit, you fucking slave! Fuck me with your slutty mouth, bitch! Uuuuum — drink EVERY drop of my squirt, you whore! Don’t you spill a single drip on my bed!”

Her fluids flooded my mouth as She came, and I struggled to swallow every ounce of the salty, nearly sour, acrid juices. As I drank from the spigot of Her pussy, I could taste the cum of her previous night’s lover mixed with Her cum and squirt juices.

I had the privilege and reward of licking and sucking them both prior to their epic fucking session and I was chained at the foot of the bed to watch or occasionally suck on Her toes when She shoved them into my mouth as they carried on. Usually, She had me clean Her and Her lovers up after they had sex, but last night, She had fallen asleep after a particularly strenuous bout of extended fucking and sucking.

Her lover from last night had quietly awoken in the morning and dressed. He poked me with his toe and woke me up just before he buttoned up his Levis and directed me to kneel in front of him and open my mouth. He pointed to his cock, then my mouth. I cleaned off the previous night’s sex from his stiffening penis and licked his shaft and cock head thoroughly clean until he softly grunted then pulled his cock out of my mouth, leaving a drop of pre-cum on my outstretched tongue. He winked at me and buttoned up his pants, bent over and gave Mistress Val a sweet kiss on the cheek, and then silently left the house.

After my Mistress’s wake-up orgasm She rolled over and inspected the bed for wet spots, smiling when She verified that the sheets were dry except for the cum dribblings from the previous night. She stretched out languidly and slowly came around to waking up fully. She swung her beautiful legs over the side of the bed and grabbed the keys to my shackles from Her nightstand. “Get down on your knees, slave!” She instructed as She approached me. My eyes were transfixed on Her delectable feet as She moved towards my kneeling body. I furtively watched Her sensual naked body as She bent over and unlocked my wrists and ankles from the chains that attached me to the bed.

“Did you like the taste of my lover’s cum in my pussy, slave?” She chided.

“Yes, Mistress. Anything that comes from You is a delightful reward. Thank You!” I replied.

“Go put on your frilly apron and make me some breakfast, slave.” She purred as She put on Her silky robe.

I quickly crawled over to the drawer that held my uniforms and put on my apron, then scrambled into the kitchen and made Her an omelet, cut up some fruit, toasted some bread, and brewed the coffee. I set out Her plate, silverware, napkin, orange juice, and cup of coffee. Once the food was ready, I crawled into the bedroom to inform Mistress Val that Her breakfast was ready for Her. She smiled and attached a lease to my collar and pulled me crawling back into the kitchen.

I pulled out Her chair for Her to sit and scooted it in for Her as She sat. “Good boi.” She said as She ate Her breakfast. I knelt in silence at Her feet, wishing that She would allow me to lick Her feet as She ate. Sometimes She would let me worship Her gorgeous feet while She ate the food I had prepared for Her, though today I had to lust after Her feet as I sat quietly. From time to time, She would kick at my chastity cage and giggle as I flinched and squirmed.

“That was satisfactory,” She said after She finished eating, referring to the meal, “Now clean up these dishes and then come to the bathroom to help me shower and then lick my ass while I put on my makeup, boi.” This also was part of the daily routine now that W/we had adjusted to my full-time service. I pulled out Mistress’s chair as She arose. She padded barefoot into the bathroom, Her feet softly echoing on the floor as She walked.

I cleaned up, washed, and dried the dishes and cooking utensils, wiped off the table and counters and gave a quick mopping to the floor. Within ten minutes I was crawling into the bathroom where my Mistress was naked and was sitting on the commode, and just getting up from the toilet when I entered, and She was impatiently tapping Her foot. I worried that I had taken too long to clean up the kitchen and might be in for some punishment.

“Get over here and lick me clean, boi!” She ordered me as part of the ordinary established routine. I immediately crawled in between Her legs as She slightly squatted down to allow me to lick up the drops of urine that were present on Her marvelous pussy. She then turned around and bent over the sink and offered Her ass to me to lick clean. The scent of Her pooter was sweetly tangy, and the taste of Her hole was not so bad. As I rimmed Her hole and drove my tongue deeper and deeper inside Her anus, Her ass became clean, and She drove Her butt onto my face when the tickling amused Her.

“Get the water going for me.” She told. I removed my wrist and ankle cuffs as I had been taught to do before a shower. I turned on the shower water and got the temperature just right as She liked it and indicated to Her when it was ready for Her to enter. I held Her hand as She stepped in, then followed Her into the steaming shower stall. She raised Her arms above Her head, and I used the soap and washcloth to lather Her up as I had been trained, using the loofa to scrub dead skin off of Her luscious body, finally rinsing Her silky skin to a squeaky clean sheen. “You may kiss my pussy, slave.” She granted. I licked Her wet pussy and tickled Her clit, running a finger into Her asshole while the water ran over us, as She had taught me to do. “That’s enough, boi.” She said as She pulled me up from my knees. She wacked my chastity cage with Her hand just to assert Her control, then smacked my wet ass hard several times and said, “OK slave, get out.”

I exited the shower and took Her hand again to help Her out, then toweled Her off to dry Her divine body. She again bent over the sink as She applied Her makeup for the day and pointed to Her ass. I followed my training, and I ravenously dove into Her ass cheeks, spreading them with my hands as I sought out Her wonderful bung hole. She was talking on Her phone with someone and took a few pictures of me eating Her ass and sent them to Her friend. They giggled as they talked about my devoted service to Her.

“That’ll do, boi.” She said pushing my head away from Her ass. “Go put on your uniform for today, slut.” She instructed, “Today I want you to put in the medium butt plug, and wear the harness to hold it in, then put the frilly apron on over that. I want you to wear the nipple clamps with the bells on them so I can hear where you are. After that you can do your chores until we are ready to go out.” My chores normally consisted of cooking, doing the dishes, vacuuming, mopping, collecting, and washing the laundry, dusting all surfaces, meticulously cleaning the bathrooms, collecting and taking out the garbage, detailing car, doing any needed handyman fixes, making the meal lists and getting the groceries, and running miscellaneous errands. These chores usually kept me busy all day while Mistress was at work, though She had the day off today and evidently had other plans.

“Mistress, may I ask where we are going out today?” I hesitantly queried.

“You may ask, slave. I am going to meet with Mistress Marie today and I want you to come with. You will be wearing your collar and the Hush remote butt plug while we are out, boi.”

My pulse quickened and I recalled my initiation “interview” and briefly serving Mistress Marie at that time. I knew that Mistress Marie was definitely interested in using a male slave after having gotten a taste of it a couple weeks ago. “Yes, Ma’am.” I obediently responded.

My Mistress Val spent the time while I was doing my chores chatting with Her friends on the phone, reading some of Her books, relaxing on the couch, occasionally telling me to crawl over and rub Her feet, or bring Her a beverage, or bend over for a few swats with the paddle or a bare-handed spanking. I proceeded with my tasks for a few hours, taking special care to perform each with precision in just the way I had been trained. I had finished cleaning the bathrooms, collecting the laundry and starting a wash.

“Time for inspection, slave!” Mistress Val announced. This was also a standard part of O/ur routine. She stood up, smoothing out silky robe, and then went around and checked to see if I had done my tasks to her satisfaction. I crawled behind Her while she looked at the bathrooms and winced when She noticed a few specks of dirt in the corners that I had missed.

“Ass up, boi!” She barked. I lowered my head to the floor and raised my ass up while kneeling. WHAP! She brought down the riding crip She was carrying hard on my left ass cheek. WHAP! The crop rained pain upon my right ass cheek. WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP! The blows rained in fast succession until Her arm got tired and Her face was flushed.

“Damn! I really love having you here to beat whenever I feel like it, slave!” She allowed, “I guess you are still learning how to clean properly. I like the red glow to your ass now — it is cute!” She complimented. I was grateful to be the subject for fulfilling Her desire for administering punishment, though embarrassed that I had not completed my task correctly.

She attached my leash to my chastity device and tugged on it to get me to follow Her to the next room. I crawled behind Her, my ass on fire, and dreading further punishment. We went into the kitchen, and She inspected each of the dishes, silverware, glasses, cups and utensils and frowned. “Tsk, tsk, tsk!” She uttered, “It looks like you need more spankings!” She smiled, pointing to a water mark on a glass that was invisible.

I was still trying to learn exactly what the expectations were so I asked Her for clarification in order for me to do a better job next time. “Mistress, I can’t see what You are pointing to. I there something I am missing?”

“You are missing that I am in charge here, and whatever I say goes!” She screamed at me, “If I say that you will be punished, you do not get a voice in that — got it? Anytime I just feel like beating you, I will do so. That is what you signed up for!!”

This is in fact what I had signed up for in the contract W/we had both signed. The only boundaries were no permanent physical damage, no scat, animals, or kids were to be involved. She was not to demand that I do anything illegal. I was allowed to keep some contact with my family and friends. I was to give Her money from my Social Security and pensions to pay for rent, food, and utilities. In all other factors I was to worship Her and follow any commands and comply with any training that She set forth. I was nervous at first about giving such complete an utter control to Her, but in the end, my deep-seated compulsion to serve Her won out. I had thought if my mind was being controlled like a Qanon adherent, disregarding any facts or conditions that might wake me up to this being “unhealthy”. I carefully weighed the pros and cons and decided that being Her slave is what I truly wanted, desired, needed. So I sighed and agreed that I should take whatever punishment She meted out.

“Ass up, bitch!” She scolded. I knew that I had provoked Her and that this dose of ass-swatting would be much worse than the last. Again, She tore into me, though this time with a vengeance and an unbridled fury, each blow harder than the last, stinging, welting, bruising, deep pain that ran to my gut and up to my head. I cried and whimpered as She continued Her torrent of pain. My eyes were swollen with tears when She finally slowed down the pace and then stopped from exhaustion. “You should remember that lesson for at least a day or two!” She chortled as She surveyed the damage She had done to my flaming red ass cheeks.

“I want a pedicure now, boi. Go get the kit and came back into the living room and paint my toenails.”

I winced as I crawled off to go fetch the pedicure kit from the bathroom and returned right away. She took a seat in Her easy chair and draped Her lovely feet over the ottoman. It almost seemed like a reward to be allowed to caress and make artistic love to Her toes if it wasn’t for the enduring pain throbbing from my ass. After I had removed the old polish, cleaned each toenail, defoliated Her feet and rubbed them with coconut oil, I flawlessly painted Her toenails with a bright pink color to match the color I had applied to Her fingernails the day before. When I was done, She sat relaxing while the paint dried, Her silky robe open and revealing her sex. I began to drool at the sight of Her lithe legs and Her divine pussy.

“Now go take off the harness and remove the plug. Go in the shower and give yourself a good enema, wash off and then shove that Hush butt plug inside you. When you have that done, put on your hot pants, tee shirt, and sandals, slave. You will wear the collar and your ankle slave bells while we are out. We are getting ready to go out.” She instructed, content that She had gotten my attention for the day.

When I had complied with Her instructions, I heard Her call me to the bedroom. “Help me get dressed, boi.” She said as She opened up Her phone to test the Hush remote, giving me a strong jolt of vibration to my sensitive ass. I helped Her put on a set of crotchless panties, a thin sundress, and Her mules. She looked stunning. “Go get the car started, slave.” She commanded.

I went outside to the car, slightly embarrassed to be wearing the pink hot pants (but getting used to it after that last couple of weeks). When the motor was running and the AC was colling the car, I went up to the house door and accompanied my Mistress to the car, opening the passenger door for Her and helping Her in. I returned to the driver’s seat and got ready to drive. She reached over and roughly grabbed my chastity cage through my shorts and shook it, instantly getting my attention. “You know that I only beat you like that because you need it, don’t you, slave?” She demurely asked me.

“Yes, Mistress. Thank You.” I sheepishly replied, somewhat surprised that She was showing some concern for me, even if it was to validate my consent to Her authority and control.

Meeting Mistress Marie at an outdoor patio

Being told to crawl underneath the tablecloth draped over the table that hid me from view. The Hush being buzzed when they wanted my attention. Servicing both Mistresses as they snacked, drank iced tea, and chatted. Worshipping their feet after each had cum while the Hush reacted to the music on the loud speakers.