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A Surprise Encounter
It was not long after that the meeting adjourned. I hung around for a few minutes to see if there was any possibility that I might be able to worm my way into one of the conversations but these folks were pretty tight lipped when they did not have a microphone in their hands. I looked around to see if perhaps Marcie was available for a little chat but she was no where to be found. I supposed she took the first opportunity to make herself scarce so that she did not have a confrontation with her former husband.
Realizing that my work for the evening was probably over, I made for the exit. No one stepped forward to stop me and say thanks for coming, hope to see you again. This was definitely not like alcoholics anonymous where everyone seemed to wear their alcoholism like a badge on their arm for everyone to see. Those meeting were almost like a fraternity where each person was not separate but was part of the group. Not so much like that here.
As I exited the door and headed for my car I noticed that someone was already there. It was in a part of the lot furthest from the light and so it was difficult to make out who was there, apparently waiting for me but I could tell there was someone because of the glow of the cigarette they were puffing. That was also different from alcoholics anonymous. In those meetings everyone smoked and drank copious amounts of coffee. But this was the first cigarette I had seen smoked at this meeting.
I approached my vehicle cautiously although I have no idea why I should be worried. I had never slept with any of these men’s wives or if I had it was so long ago that I did not remember it. And I had not spoken in front of the group so nobody should have been angry from my remarks. Never the less one cannot be too careful in this violent world in which we live.
I relaxed a little as I saw who was waiting for me. I doubted that Marci had anything against me and her relaxed posture told me that she did not.
“I thought you had left.” I announced as I came up to her. I held out my hand in greeting. She took it and gave me a firm handshake, which surprised me a little. “By the way my name is Jack.”
“Yes, I heard the greeting at the meeting. Do you have much trouble getting through airports?”
I smiled although I had heard that joke a million times or more. “And I guess you would be Marcie? Are you waiting for me or is my car the only one the right size to lean on?”
“No I thought I should welcome you to the group although I have a feeling that you don’t belong here.”
“Why would you say that? What other motive could I have for attending a meeting like this?”
“Well, I suspect that you have ulterior motives. For one thing you were paying way too much attention to what was being said. And yes before you asked, I have been observing you.”
“Really would you mind telling me why?” I asked.
“For starters you don’t look the part of the typical cuckold. And I will answer the question you are dying to ask before you get it off your tongue. A typical cuckold has a hangdog expression, especially when they are in the company of a woman. When I began to argue with Bill you turned around and looked me straight in the eye as if I was just another of the crowd and not the mortal enemy.”
“So then what is your theory about why I am here? Do you think perhaps that I am a married man thinking of having my wife cuckold me and I want to find out what the ramifications are before I do it?”
“Highly unlikely. I think you have a whole different agenda. I think you are either a journalist or a novelist that is trying to gain information for a story or book. How close am I?”
“Supposing you are right, how likely would it be for me to succeed in my venture?”
“That depends on whether you would like to buy me a drink or not. I have heard almost all the stories but they are much too long to tell standing in this parking lot?”
“Do you have a preference of the establishment for me to buy the drink?”
“Your place if you are not married, my place if you are.”
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Georgia’s Visit With Amara
Being tired of trying to convince Carter to do what she wanted, Georgia figured she might as well spend the weekend with her sister. Remembering the last time she visited only made her hotter and wetter as she hoped for another go at Blake and Jake. The only thought she had about Carter was that she wished she had not asked Amara to remove the spell she had placed on their house. She didn’t bother knocking on the door. If Amara was home she was welcome and if not, no one would come to the door anyway.
The lights were on downstairs and she could smell incense burning in the living room so she headed that way immediately. She did not see Amara but sure enough, there was Luther. “What are you doing here and where is my sister?”
“And I have missed you as well.” Stated Luther. “I had a nice talk with your husband earlier. He seemed to be somewhat of a mess. I am afraid that I didn’t make him feel any better either. I guess I need to brush up on my people skills.”
Georgia looked at him and smiled. “You are such an asshole, Luther but sometimes that can be a good thing. Tell me what you did to poor Carter.”
“I was trying to convince him to put on the chastity device and I think I almost had him until I told him that I wanted to fuck you. For some reason, that just pissed him off. That male has such a low tolerance for mental pain. You know he was curled up in a ball on the floor and crying like a baby when I left. So if I promise to send him pictures can we fuck?”
Georgia broke out laughing. “Truthfully I was hoping for Blake and Jake. Not only do they have bigger cocks than yours, they know how to use them better. By the way do you still have that premature ejaculation problem?”
“You really are a bitch. I am not surprised that your husband isn’t jumping at the idea of letting you control his orgasms. Maybe he would like it better if I was to put a chastity device on you and let him hold the key. Would you like that Georgia?”
“Would you like me to cut off your cock and feed it to you, Luther?”
Luther just looked at Georgia and smiled. “I do so like my women feisty.”
“And exactly what is it that you want with me, Luther? Shouldn’t you be out stealing souls or damning people to hell fire or sacrificing virgins?”
“You humans have such vivid imaginations. Why Georgia you make me sound like a total monster. And even if I wanted to where in the world would I find a virgin to sacrifice? Can’t you just accept that I like your company?”
“I am having a little trouble wrapping my mind around that,” Georgia told him. “After all, you have billions of women to choose from and as persuasive as you are few of them would be able to turn you down, why me?”
“I guess your own argument should tell you how much I value you. Why don’t you take off your clothes and let me show you how desirable I find you?”
“As appealing as that thought is, I am here to see Amara. Where is she?”
Carter pointed towards the bedroom and Georgia did not even wait for him to say anything. Opening the door her mouth dropped open. Either Blake or Jake, she never could get them straight was plowing Amara’s furrow and the other was stuffing her mouth with cock. Although her hands were tied securely behind her back she did not seem to be protesting so Georgia started to back out of the room. “You don’t have to leave,” one of the men told her. “We will only be a few more minutes and then we can take care of that itch between your legs as well.”
Georgia did not reply, she simply backed out of the room and closed the door behind her. As she entered the living room, Luther did not even look up. He had his cock in his hand and was slowly stroking it. Georgia marveled at the look of the thing. She felt a little like a voyeuristic mother who had just come in and found her son masturbating for the first time. She could not take her eyes off of that monster cock because she had never seen anything even remotely like it. It had no foreskin, not because it had been circumcised but because it never had a skin covering for the head. There was no break between the head and the shaft of his cock. It looked like a long fleshy pole with a barbed end to it. She remembered how it had felt the one time that Luther had taken her from behind but that did not prepare her for the sight before her. Then Luther raised his eyes and looked directly into hers.
“Do you like what you see? You look completely mesmerized. Surely you remember my cock from the first time we met?”
“You had me at a disadvantage. You took me from behind and because of that damned collar you had around my neck I could not see even the smallest amount of your shaft.”
“Well, you’re not tied or collared now. Come over here and take a better look. Hell, come over here and get a taste if you so desire.”
It was impossible for her to resist, not because he willed her to but because she wanted to be closer to that magnificent strange looking object of desire. She was becoming so wet that her cunt began to drip through the jeans she wore and she could smell her own rut. It seemed to take her forever to cover the few feet between them. Her knees were weak with desire by the time she could reach out with her right hand and take the rod between her fingers although no matter how hard she tried she could not get the entire girth in her hand. Had that monster cock really once been inside of her cunt?
“Use your left hand, Georgia,” Luther instructed. “I want to feel your wedding ring as you stroke my cock.”
Without any hesitation she shifted hands, feeling more like a whore and a slut but loving it. She reached up to the slit to get some precum but it seemed that no matter where she put her fingers the shaft was already lubricated. She slowly slid her hand all the way down to the base and let her fingers drift down to two gigantic balls that seemed to be so full that they might pop at any second. “Oh Luther, I think you better fuck me. Your balls are about to burst.”
“I didn’t think you would ever ask.” Georgia had no idea how it happened but she found herself completely naked and being lowered onto that massive piece of male flesh. Luther held her up as the head slipped all the way inside allowing her to get used to the girth. She moaned a little because of pain but a lot because of pleasure. She could already feel her cunt muscles beginning to clench with her first orgasm and he was barely started. He allowed her to settle down so that a couple more inches of his cock could invade her insides causing tears of pleasure to blind her for a few moments. She tried to reach up to wipe the moisture from her eyes but she could not move her hands. She began shaking her head back and forth in an effort to clear her vision but then wished that she had not done so. Instead of the extremely handsome man she thought would be there, she saw what surely was a monster in his place. The smooth tanned skin of his face was replaced by black skin with large warts all over it. The mouth that she remembered fondly was a mass of sharp and pointed teeth and a large pointed tongue protruded out towards her breasts. She could not believe how long that thing was. The pointed tip was licking all the way around her areola even though Luther was holding her at arm’s length squeezing her breasts cruelly. Then she felt something like needles digging into the side of her tits and she tried to look down but her head would not move. It was held firmly in place as surely as it had been the time he had fitted her with the wide collar. She opened her mouth to object but no words would pass her tongue. And all the while her body was convulsing with orgasm after orgasm.
Then she felt his cockhead reach the furthest depths of her cunt. And yet he was still trying to force even more up inside her causing her more pain than she could ever remember. At the same time, his claws were digging into the sides and tops of her breasts and she could feel little trickles of moisture leaking down her sides. She could not look to see but she was sure that it was either sweat or God help her blood. She was unable to look anywhere except directly at that horrid face in front of her and it had grown even more grotesque as he could feel the pain in her body. Now horns had grown from the top of his forehead and had curled toward his back. And now that evil tongue was licking the sides of her face, taking in each droplet of tears that flowed from her eyes. Never had Georgia been so terrified in her life. And the pain and terror did their work and she passed out.
Cuckolded By His Boss
Chapter One Contemplation
Amanda and Charles Morris lay naked together in their large king sized bed. Their lack of clothing was a result of an on-going experiment to rekindle some of the passion that had been lost somewhere during their 15 years of marriage. As she looked down at his semi-erect penis she knew that this experiment was destined to failure as much as all the others they had tried.
About the closest they had come to adding excitement to their marriage was when they had decided to have “date night” on Friday evenings. Charles would take Amanda to some local bar, drop her off and come back a little later and try to seduce her. The first time they tried it, it wasn’t too bad. With enough imagination they ended up back home each with an imaginary stranger and the sex had been good. But Amanda had wanted more than imaginary sex that turned out to be far too familiar. And so the next time she deliberately had put herself in a position where an actual stranger could approach her and make advances that most people would have considered to be off limits to a married woman. But then the real problem had come about when Charles had entered the bar and found his wife being led around the dance floor held in a tight embrace. And worse still the man she was dancing with had his hand firmly pressed against her married ass cheek. Charles was sure that if they had not had clothes on they would have been fucking each other right there on the dance floor. His over-reaction put a stop to the fantasy and to that attempt at restoring their sexuality to what they had wanted it to become.
Next they had tried her being more dominant in the bedroom. With a few silk ties to bind him with and a play whip to make him obey she enjoyed the first encounter. But after about the third try she tired of having to do all the work herself. Some might find having a helpless male tied in their bed exciting but Amanda did not. The only way she could get any use out of him was to straddle him and use his poor excuse for a cock.
So now she pondered her choices. One, she could just give up on sex but the notion of becoming celibate at the age of 35 did not have a great deal of appeal. Two she could always take a lover but she was not sure that becoming an adulteress was what she wanted either. Or three she could continue to try to awaken some desire in the bosom of her husband.
She turned on her side facing Charley and allowed her hand to rest on the hair of his chest. Slowly she intertwined her fingers into the coarse curly mass. She gave a gentle pull to see if she could elicit some response and was rewarded by hearing a slight moan escape his lips. She released the hair and took his right nipple between her thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze slightly. Again he showed that he was enjoying the attention she was giving his body.
Charlie knew what was coming next. And as much as he desired it he knew that his body would not respond in the way he wished. He loved Amanda more than he could possibly ever show or tell her but at some point in his life, he had lost the ability to attain and retain an erection. And so instead of simply telling her what the problem was he knew that he would respond in a way to make sure she did not follow through on trying to get him to make love to her.
He thought back to the various ways they had tried to put intimacy back into their marriage. Date night had been the most promising but then his jealousy had reared its’ ugly head. He just could not stand to see any other man paying close attention to his wife.
She changed position slightly and took the nipple between her long sharp fingernails and began to squeeze. At first, he seemed to enjoy it and she noticed that his cock was expanding and lengthening but not to the extent that it should. So she applied, even more, pressure until he tried to pull away.
“Ouch, damn it that hurts,” He exclaimed.
“I thought you wanted it rough in the bedroom. Isn’t that what you told me?”
“Not so rough that I am going to lose my nipples. A little pain is different from permanent damage.”
“You really are a wimp, aren’t you? What happened to the real man that thought he would like me to take a whip to his ass?”
“Like I said fantasies are not always the reality. Maybe we should just roll over and go to sleep.”
“Sure wimp let’s do that,” She said as she removed her hand from his body and turned away from him.”
She knew that she had hurt his feeling but for some reason the thought made her a little wet. Perhaps there was a way to put a spark back into her sex life.
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Dominant Wife Cuckold Husband
Chapter One – Being Outed in Front of His Best Friend
Howard Richards lifted his glass of whiskey to his lips, taking just a small sip of the liquor and allowing it to sit on his tongue before letting it slip to the back of his throat. His friend Sam Waters had shown up unexpectedly just as they were finishing dinner and before Howard had a chance to pick up the evening dishes.
Howard’s wife Michelle was now busily getting ready for her night out with the girls and the two men were chatting about football and nursing their drinks although Sam wasn’t exactly nursing his. Howard, however, knew better than to have more than one so he took his time with it.
Michelle entered the room looking like a million dollars and Howard smiled in appreciation of the beauty he had married some fifteen years before. Howard snuck a look to his left and saw that his friend was not even trying to hide the lust he felt. His eyes were almost popping out of his head as he openly stared at his best friend’s wife.
And of course, Michelle didn’t act like she minded the attention in the least. She made a big show of crossing the room and turning her back to the two men as she bent over in a show of picking up something off of the floor and putting it on the sideboard. As she did this her short black skirt slid up her thighs revealing the garters that held her black silky nylons in place as well as some white milky flesh.
Howard caught Sam adjusting his cock in his jeans and he knew that his friend was thinking about that flesh that had been revealed.
Michelle turned to her husband as she opened the door to leave the house. “Don’t forget dear, you are only allowed one drink. I wouldn’t want to have to punish you for breaking the rules and just because you have company doesn’t excuse you from your chores either. Don’t wait up for me.” And with that, she blew him a kiss as she walked through the door.
Howard’s face was now beet red as his wife had not even bothered to try and conceal their relationship from a man that had been his friend since high school. Michelle ruled the Richard’s household and she didn’t mind that everyone knew about her dominance of her husband.
“You do realize that she is cheating on you, don’t you?” Sam asked when they were once again alone.
“And what gives you that idea?” Howard asked his friend.
“Well, the fuck-me pumps were a dead giveaway. My God if she fell off of those things she would break her neck.”
“So you think that any woman that wears high-heels is looking to get laid?” Howard asked. “Doesn’t your wife ever wear heels?”
“Of course she does, every Sunday when we go to church. But she seldom wears them when she is going out for an evening with her girlfriends. And she never wears a skirt so short that she shows her ass when she bends over to pick something up off the floor. But you know about your wife’s infidelity don’t you? And what was that bullshit about you only being allowed one drink and telling you to make sure you do your chores while she is gone? What kind of kinky relationship are you two into to?”
“Well, that is a very long story and if you want to hear it you are going to have to help me do the dishes while I tell it.”
Sam didn’t seem to mind drying the dishes and setting them on the counter as Howard washed them by hand but he did ask the question that Sam had been waiting for since they got to the sink.
“It appears that there is a perfectly good dishwasher under the counter, why are you washing dishes by hand.”
“Michelle insists on it and what Michelle wants, Michelle gets.”
Howard dried his hands on a dish towel before picking up a stack of dishes and putting them in the cupboard. When the dishes were put away, Howard retrieved a broom and began sweeping the tile although there was not much of anything to put in the dustpan.
“So tell me.” Sam began. “Why do you put up with Michelle lording it over you?”
Howard gave out with a little laugh as he looked at his friend. “You did see the woman that walked out of here tonight, did you not?”
“God, yes. Of course I saw her. She is hotter than a firecracker. But she wasn’t dressed that way for you. In fact, I have to wonder, do you ever get to fuck your own wife?”
That was one question that Howard had not expected to come out of his friend’s mouth. He wondered how Sam had come to the conclusion that Howard was not allowed access to his wife’s pussy from the short time he had interacted with her that evening.
“I notice that you are not answering the question,” Sam stated. “I guess that tells me that I am correct and you are just a pussy whipped house maid. I wouldn’t be surprised if she makes you wear a French Maid’s uniform when you don’t have guests in the house.”
It wasn’t posed as a question so Howard did not feel obligated to confirm or deny the allegation. And he really didn’t have much opportunity to do so in any regard because his friend was walking out his front door shaking his head in dismay as he went.
My Evil Step-Sister Returns
Chapter Twenty-Four – Another Day, Another Agony
I was cold cramped and heartbroken by the time that the lid was finally opened to allow me out of my torture box. It was my stepmother who had come to my rescue and she gave me a big hug when I could finally stand. “Sandy and Pam are still snuggled up to their men so I figured that I would let you get up and stretch a little before you have to start work.
“Thanks a lot, Mom. Did anyone tell you what I am expected to wear today?”
Well, since you can’t get into your bedroom I guess you will have to put on what you wore yesterday. We need to figure out a better system for your clothes and hygiene. I guess you can use the downstairs bathroom and clean up in the sink but you need to put your clothes somewhere outside of that bedroom so that you don’t disturb your wife in the mornings.
I straightened my dress as much as possible and slid it on after I had put on my lingerie. I walked into the bathroom and did my necessities and then looked in the mirror. The bruises were perhaps even uglier than they were the night before and I wished I had some makeup to cover them up with.
Feeling very self-conscious I went into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee and started the machine. I asked Mom what I could get her for breakfast but she declined “I will get something for myself in a little while. Why don’t you start your chores? As I got to the top of the stairs and started passing my wife’s bedroom I looked down and saw a pair of man’s boots sitting just outside the door. I saw a piece of paper sticking out of the top of one boot and I bent down and pulled it out.
“Before you do anything else, clean and polish Norm’s boots. And I think you know how I want them cleaned. I left your shoeshine kit on the shelf in the ironing room. Get it, bring it back and do your work on your knees right in the hallway where I can see what you are doing should I come out of the room. And I will be inspecting your tongue to make sure you did a proper job of cleaning.”
I had almost finished licking both of those boots clean when I heard a moaning sound coming from inside the room. And then I could hear what sounded like the bed banging up against the wall. This went on for a long time and finally I heard my wife scream out in what I figured was ecstasy rather than agony. “Oh god, that was so fucking good.” Pamela cooed. “I have never cum so hard in my life. Of course, since I have been married to pencil dick I haven’t cum at all.”
Speaking of that he should be cleaning your boots outside the door. Would you like to check and make sure he is doing it properly? I did not hear an answer but shortly the door was pulled open and Norm stood over me. He was completely naked and his cock still shown with the moisture from his recent fucking of my wife. “Show me what you have done so far wimp.”
I help up the boots for his inspection and then he ordered me to stick out my tongue. “Did you lick the soles clean as well?” He asked with a sneer for an expression.
“No Sir, not yet at least.”
Pamela was now standing behind him with her arms around his waist. Well actually one of them was a little lower than his waist and her fingers were slowly stroking his naked cock.
“Have you forgotten how to address a real man already wimp?” she asked.
I thought a little and then I remembered that Norm had insisted on me calling him Master. “No Mistress, I should have called him master. Please forgive me, Master.” I said as I looked at Norm.
“Just make sure you lick those soles clean before you polish the boots. Right now your wife has got me hard again and I am going to take her back to your bed and fuck her until she screams.”
It took me, at least, an hour to finish those boots and for that entire time, I could hear that headboard hitting the wall. And just as I was setting the finished boots by the door and starting to leave she fulfilled his prophecy and screamed at the top of her lungs.
I retrieved the dirty towels and washcloths from the guest bathroom along with some more of my stepmother and stepsister’s clothes that they had just dropped on the floor. There was enough to start a load of laundry and so I did before returning to clean the stool, sink, and shower. Finally, I went downstairs to see what I could accomplish in the kitchen only to find all five of my house guests along with my wife sitting around the kitchen table drinking coffee.
“There you are slave,” Pamela greeted me. Sandy tells me that she has put you on a dog food and water diet. While I am sure it will be good for your girlish figure, I notice that your water bowl still had water in it. I do not want you to get dehydrated so get over there and lap up everything in that bowl and then refill it and lap that up as well.”
As I settled to my knees and bent my head towards the water I noticed that there was a dead fly floating on the surface. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. Could I rinse out the bowl and refill it.”
“What are you waiting for?” Sandy asked. “Are you so fucking stupid that you don’t even know how to drink water?”
“No Mistress, but there is a fly in my water.”
“So what, a dog wouldn’t mind a little meat in his water. Lap him up.”
I did so but I gagged as I felt it go over my tongue.
“You damned well better not throw up you fucking pig.” Pamela declared. “Now refill that bowl and let this be a lesson to you. If the bowl, is empty flies won’t be landing in it.”
All three men were roaring with laughter. “He is such a fucking wimp.” Norm declared. “Pam what did you ever see in this loser?”
“I am not sure myself after last night. It sure wasn’t because of his sexual prowess. Speaking of that will you be coming by again this evening?”
“No, I am afraid that I have a wife that expects me to pay her some attention. I hope my being married doesn’t spoil our relationship?”
“I didn’t even consider that you might be married. Does your wife know about your extracurricular activities?”
“I see no reason to tell her. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her and frankly having sex with other women behind her back is far more exciting.”
“I don’t know how I feel about that,” Pamela began. “I know I must sound like a hypocrite since I am married and you just gave me the best sex I have had in five years, but I really never thought of myself as the other woman.”
“I really don’t blame you but if you change your mind, I programmed my number into your phone. Give me a call anytime and I will be glad to come over. In any event, when my boots get really dirty again can I drop them off for your slave to lick and polish?”
“Oh God, yes and more than likely while you are here I won’t be able to resist that huge cock of yours. Are you sure you don’t have time for one more quickie before you go?”
“Sorry doll, I have to run. Call me.” And he walked out the door.
“It sounds like you had a wonderful time Pamela.” My stepmother observed.
“Oh, my did I ever. That man has the biggest cock and he really knows how to use it. He is nothing like the mini-dick I am married to. God, I wish he were available. I would love to have him in my bed every night.”
“Don’t worry dear. There are a lot of men with big cocks that are available. You will meet two of them this weekend. By the way, what have you planned for today?”
“Well, Sandy got about all the clothes that we need for our trip. I thought I might go into town and have a spa treatment. I really want to look my very best for the guys. Maybe I will even get a bikini wax. How do you think I would look with a shaped and trimmed pussy, slave?”
“You will look absolutely gorgeous,” I told her.
“Mom how about you and Sandy joining me, my treat?”
“It sounds like a good idea to me, what about you Sandra?”
“Sure why not. Have you got enough work to keep shitface busy while we are gone?”
“Sure there is always work to do. For starters, he can strip both beds and launder the sheets and pillowcases. I know mine are full of body fluids. Norm wouldn’t let me get out of bed after he fucked me so all his cum dribbled out onto the lower sheet. And my God can that man cum.”
“Yeah well his friend wasn’t too bad in that department either. While you are doing washing I have a whole week’s worth of soiled panties. I want you to hand wash them like I taught you before you ran away from home. I won’t be here to stop you from sniffing the crotches so I imagine you will enjoy yourself. How about you mom? Did you save your soiled panties for him like we discussed?”
“Yes, but I feel a little self-conscious about Jane washing my dirty underwear.”
“No need to worry about that. Tell her how you used to pick her panties out of the hamper and sniff the crotches, Jane. And don’t you dare lie.”
I hung my head but I managed to tell the truth.
“My God, is there no end to your perversions you fucking loser?” My wife spit. “Well, what the hell, as long as you are going on a panty sniffing expedition you might as well include mine. In fact, the pair I am wearing right now is probably covered with Norm’s cum so before you wash it I want you to lick the crotch clean. You might as well get used to the taste of cum because you are going to be eating a lot of it.” And she slid her panties down her legs and tossed them to me.
I could not help myself I had to spread the nylon out and look at the crotch and sure enough, it was crusted with white material.
“Do you like what you see?” Pam asked me. “Hold them up to your nose and take a good whiff.”
When I obeyed and actually let out a little sigh she ordered me to lick them clean and then hold them up for her to inspect.
“Now get the fuck out of my face loser. You better not be slacking off while we are gone or you will get 25 strokes of the cane Dr. Marks loaned me.”
As I was walking out of the room, I heard Sandy ask my wife if she knew where a pet shop might be located nearby. “There is something I want to pick up as a special surprise for our slave.”
I figured it was probably a chew toy or some other dog item that she could humiliate me with but I found out later it was much worse.
I slaved away for the entire day only taking a short break to drink another bowl of water and to relieve myself in the bathroom. I finally finished with laundering and replacing all the bedding, cleaning all three bathrooms and vacuuming all the carpets upstairs and down. It was past eight o’clock in the evening when I heard the front door open and three very exuberant women enter the house. I made my way downstairs and asked them if they wanted me to fix something for them to eat.
“No, we stopped off at the most expensive restaurant in town and gorged ourselves,” Pam stated. “Have you eaten yet.”
I had completely forgotten that I was supposed to eat a can of dog food. I wanted to lie and tell them I had but I knew that Sandy would count the cans. If I were going to go on a hunger strike I would have to be sneakier than that. I would have to empty the can while she was gone and leave the opened can in the garbage.
“No ma’am I got busy and forgot all about eating.”
“Good because I want to watch you eat your dog food. That picture that Sandy showed us last night was hilarious, don’t you think so mom?”
“It was funny alright dear but poor Jane looked so forlorn with that dog food all over her face.”
“Poor Jane is lucky she gets anything to eat,” Sandy says. “Aren’t you grateful I was so thoughtful and got good dog food for you Fido? Come on and give me a little woof to show how happy you are.”
I figured I might as well play along so I let out a couple of woof, woofs as I got the can of dog food out of the cupboard and filled my bowl. I then filled my water dish as well and settled down to my meal. I was getting a little better at keeping my face out of the food as I picked out the larger junks with my teeth. Only when I was down to just the broth in the bottom did I have to get my face into it in order to lick the bowl clean.
Once again Sandy insisted in taking pictures not only when I was finished but as I was licking the bowl as well. “By the way, I posted the ones from last night to your Facebook page and I will be sending these as well. I am so happy I made you give me your username and password.”
I thought about all the people who I had befriended including most of my high school class and I wanted to die at that moment.
When the women finished laughing they went into the living room. “After you finish washing your face you can come in and give us all a foot massage. We have been walking all day long and I don’t know about Sandy or Mom but my feet really need attention.”
I finally walked into the living room and Pam and Linda were sitting side-side on the sofa and sharing the footstool. They had removed their nylons so their feet were bare and waiting for me to start to work. I saw Sandy over by my trunk and I wondered what she was doing but I was sure it was something sinister and later I was proved right.
“Do Mom’s first slave,” Pam ordered,
So I settled to my knees and reached out with both hands and took my stepmothers left in them both. I began massaging at the heel and was immediately rewarded by hearing a low moan escape her lips. “How does that feel mom?” I asked her.
“Wonderful but my foot is so dry it pulls a little. Do we have any lotion you could use?”
“Don’t worry about lotion,” Pam said. “Slave lick the bottom of her feet with your tongue and get them nice and wet with your saliva. And keep repeating it until you have covered every inch of her feet and toes.”
I looked at the sole of the foot I held and knew that at some point she had been walking barefoot as it was dark as mud. Regardless I bent my head and started licking her foot trying to get as much dirt and grime off of it as I could. When it was wet I began massaging it and I could feel dirt begin rolling into little balls beneath my thumbs. So I again licked the full length of her foot and repeated the massaging motion. It took a long time but eventually her feet were as pink as they could be and I am sure my tongue was as black as mud. She thanked me and I moved on to my wife’s feet.
Once again I found that they were also extremely dirty and I wondered where they had been walking that would have gotten that much grime onto them. Pam saw me staring at her soles and she chuckled. “You are wondering why our feet are so filthy aren’t you? I should really gross you out and tell you we visited a horse farm and walked through the stable barefoot but actually, we just took a walk in the park. Of course, there is a possibility we might have stepped in something really gross there as well. But it is too late now, get to licking and pay particular attention to the areas between my toes.”
Sandy finally quit fiddling with my trunk and came over and sat down. When I finished with Pam’s feet I asked Sandy if she wanted me to do hers as well.
“No, not tonight, I am going to go upstairs and take a nice hot bath as soon as I get you settled in for the night. So get out of your clothes and get into your trunk. As I neared the trunk I heard Sandy slap a stick against the metal real loud and I could not figure out why she did that. I looked inside the trunk and saw that she had installed a raised platform and that in various places the points of nails stuck through and I knew they would be very painful as I lay on top of them.
“Before you get into the trunk I need to tie your hands behind your back tonight. I don’t want anything to get hurt with your hands-free.”
I had no idea what that meant but I put my hands behind my back and allowed her to tie them together. Then she helped me into the trunk and held my elbow so that I could get down on my knees and then onto my side. Once again I curled up into a ball so that I could fit inside and she closed the lid. I heard her close the hasp and I thought I heard something else but I could not quite make out what it was.
“I know you get lonely in there so I got something to keep you company tonight. I hope you aren’t afraid of snakes.” And I could hear all three women roaring with laughter. When that died down I could clearly hear a hissing noise coming from somewhere inside the trunk and then I began screaming as I could feel several snakes begin crawling on various parts of my body. When one curled up on my cheek I fainted from fright. That might have been the only thing that kept me from dying of a heart attack that night.