Helen’s slave. Part 16

December 26th, 2008

The mistress wants to go even further and make a pet out of her slave, she makes him crawl like a cat and lick the milk off her feet….

The girl knew that her slave was afraid of punishments, of any kind, and would do everything to avoid them. “I can use that” she decided.

Helen was a great judge of men’s character and she saw through this guy. Just a couple of dates were enough for her to learn about his fears, weaknesses, troubles which she would certainly use. Of course he had good qualities as well and she liked him because of them. She wouldn’t allow a ditherer with no personal opinion to be close to her, a person who would follow her rules blindly and pass the buck at her. The girl considered herself a clever person and wanted to see a thing of good quality beside her. Her new slave had his own viewpoint at everything, he was very intelligent and she respected him for that.

It was like a game, a challenge for her. Two strong personalities collided. She would undoubtedly be the winner. She liked his desire to be a good slave, his attitude to everything, the way he carried out her orders. He evidently tried to foresee her wishes and did his best to serve her. She had to direct him and soon this game would become the sense of life for him.

Of course she understood very well how unpleasant, humiliating and even painful was to carry out her orders for him… But watching the tips of his ears turn red when she treated him as a girl and fucked him was extremely exciting, it was her vision of life – to enslave another person and make a submissive slave from him for her personal use…

This reserved praise made me happy or maybe I just started getting used to her… Certainly I wanted more, I tried, pleased her, sacrificed myself for her… But Helen wanted a different thing from me. Even the most complicated and incredible task was regarded as something mandatory for me and not worth her attention. I had to fulfill her orders making all my efforts.

“He had probably expected he would have to serve me about the house and lick me, nothing more than that, but he doesn’t know how he’d been mistaken yet. – Helen smiled mysteriously screwing up her eyes. – Poor boy! He will know what it is like to be a slave…”

The girl could have new ideas very quickly, she just thought whether her slave was able to do that or not and then gave orders. The fact that he had to go out of his way didn’t worry her. The slave was her possession and a reserved praise would be enough for him. The girl knew that it wouldn’t be so easy for him to take place beside her; he would have to force himself and have a great desire to improve. But she knew she would direct her slave’s efforts and develop necessary skills in him.

When the game was over my Mistress lost any interest in me and I realized I wouldn’t get any grapes any more. I even had an idea that I possibly had been catching those in vain… Then I remembered about the punishment and understood it would be much worse for me. She wasn’t very kind to me today and if she was displeased again she could tell me to go to the corridor and I’d be waiting for a long time until she decided to give me another order.

Helen went on eating tasty juicy grapes and it was even worse for me as she had just teased me with those few berries she had thrown on the floor for me. Some program started on TV that was obviously interesting for my Mistress…

- Ok, slave, – the girl said after a short pause. – You’ll have to transform into a comfortable chair!

The girl enjoyed confusion in her slave’s eyes. It was cool to tell a person that he was going to become her chair…

- I sometimes need you as a piece of furniture, slave. Put your head close to the TV, stretch your arms, bend your knees and set your feet against the floor firmly! – The Mistress explained and watched her slave carry out her commands.

When I lay in that position I could hardly understand what she was up to… The girl rose and took the bowl with the grapes.

- Press your hands to the floor… – She made the last remarks looking at me from above.

Then she sat on me as if I was a real chair on the floor. She felt very comfortable: the TV set was on the level of her eyes, the bowl with grapes was close to her, so she didn’t have to stretch her hand to it and her slave was under her… The girl squirmed a bit trying to sit more comfortably…

I gave a deep sigh when felt her weight fully on me. I had to hold my legs tight because she leaned against them with her back. Her butt pressed on my belly, and legs were stretched astride my face. Oh, she was sitting on me… Incredible…

I saw nothing before me, just a small part of ceiling between her knees. The minutes passed too slowly… I couldn’t speak or complain… A chair cannot talk!

I had to move the point of support sometimes and prevent my body from becoming numb. Thanks God, Helen allowed that… My Mistress understood I was a living being and felt very uncomfortable sitting in that position. You shouldn’t go too far as you can easily forget to untie a person and his hands will become numb. Anyway one shouldn’t spoil the thing he might need later. The girl was amused by the fact she treated her THINGS well…

She felt quiet and comfortable having grapes close to her, watching a good program on TV and feeling a slave under her… I was afraid even to breathe too hard. My occasional fuss entertained her. It meant I felt inconvenient but endured everything.

This Sunday was really difficult for me and it turned into a kind of test. My Lady was having a rest after fucking me fiercely yesterday. I never knew what to expect from her. She could lash me, fuck me, made me eat her or be a chair for her…

The fact I was spending Sunday as a chair was incredible for me. I was extremely exhausted. The day was very tiring indeed. I wanted to stand up and stop that but… I was afraid, afraid of this girl! This thought struck me… I wanted to tell her about my feelings but was scared… I wondered if she knew how powerful she really was. I didn’t understand whether it was me who granted her that power or she got it herself. However, my Mistress’s discontent was the most important for me, more important than my own feelings. She would sit on me as long as she wanted. My mind belonged to her, my actions and of course my body. She was my Mistress…

There was one more thing that I was able to realize at that moment while I saw her legs on me. She would control my sexual needs either… She would know about each my orgasm… She would be the only one to allow me to climax and have a full control over the process.

She would be able to use me the way she wanted. I could feel and envision me turning into a pro licker. She trained me in oral caress so that I could use my tongue and mouth better than my cock. The most significant goal in the slave’s life was his Mistress’s pleasure – that was the theory she used to hammer into my head.

To my horror, I realized that I would use my cock pretty seldom as my Lady ignored it. I used to feel proud of it, considered it beautiful and big. But meeting my Mistress made me change my mind.

She was interested in something different. And the most awful thing that I couldn’t grasp was that she tried to make me love anal sex. She wanted me to enjoy butt-fucking rather than ordinal sex. She was creating a girl with a cock or someone else from me. I had to struggle to prevent that bad influence of hers, otherwise her power over me would become really unlimited. I might turn into a lustful whore who would beg the Mistress to fuck her with a strap-on and give her butt for it. She was undoubtedly working on that and I had to oppose it with all my might.

Suddenly I imagined myself imploring her to fuck me. This idea made me shrink. I had to prevent that at any cost.

I knew this girl just a couple of days but she had changed me so much… And what was going to happen in future? I was thinking about it for the first time and no longer felt delightful about it. Slave’s life was much more complicated than I had fantasized. And especially if you had such a Mistress… She was making a new person from me, someone who she needed. And I couldn’t leave her as if I was spellbound…

It lasted too long for me. Being a chair was not easy and at a certain moment I wanted to ask her to let me stand up but restrained myself. Helen would probably take pity over me but she would be displeased for sure. She liked seeing me overcoming various difficulties for her. Her satisfaction was very important for me…

The girl decided to watch the program to the end, sitting on me. I sometimes turned a bit and moaned quietly for she was sitting on my soft flesh and I set my body against the hard floor.
When the program was over the girl rose and I let out a moan of relief.

- Good chair, – she passed her foot over my chest this way praising me.

- Thank you, my Lady… – I replied in a tired voice.

- Do you see how useful you are in household use, slave? – She smiled. – You can fulfill a lot of various functions: a soft pouffe, a foot rest, a comfortable chair, lots of things… I can use you as a table as well… I need to try that one day…

- Yes, my mistress… – I said with no excitement in my voice.

- Open your mouth! – She suddenly ordered.

I opened my mouth looking at her watchfully… Helen was in perfect mood and decided to thank he slave in a peculiar way for his service… She raised her foot and put her big toe into my mouth…

- Take it inside! – She demanded.

I squeezed my lips around her toe tightly and began sucking and tonguing it. The girl watched her slave’s actions for some time…

- You know your Mistress’s feet visually rather well but soon you’ll recognize their taste from millions of others… – Helen said. She looked pretty satisfied.

I gave a deep breath and winked my eyes approving her words… Helen felt cheerful and delightful. Looking down at her slave Helen heard her heart pounding evenly and confidently. She knew very well that the person below was her absolute possession and she would do anything to him with no objections from him.

“I can play with him as much as I want, – she thought. – Silly boy, you have nothing to do but bat and look at me in that submissive way. You know well that you depend on my mood and wishes now, – the girl grinned. – You are my thing, my obedient slave and can do nothing about it. Shall I allow him my sweetest part for licking? – Helen thought lazily. But feeling that she didn’t want that actually, she said to herself, – Ok, my feet are enough for you”.

Squeezing her toe I was sucking it tenderly…

- Now the second one, slave! – My Mistress pulled her foot out of my mouth sharply.

Helen raised her other foot and started playing with me, either passing it over my lips or my forehead giving me no opportunity to take it inside.

- Ok, here is it…. – Helen took compassion on me and pushed the big toe of her foot into my mouth.

I did the same thing with this foot…

- Do you like it? – The girl grinned.

I mumbled something indistinctly and nodded. She looked into my eyes and I removed my eyes… I sucked her toe for some time…

It was late in the afternoon and I was both hungry and thirsty. I could cope with hunger but was tormented by thirst. When she pulled her foot out of my mouth I dared to ask:

- My Lady, can I drink something?.. I am so thirsty…

- Thirsty?.. – Helen thought about it for a few seconds and when her face lighted up I understood she again had a crazy idea. – Ok, slave, I’ll give you a drink!.. Stand on your fours and wait for me here!

The girl left the room. I stood on my fours moaning as I had spent an hour or so on my back. I knew she had something on her mind. She would never stop and would make up new and more elaborate entertainments for her. She would use me in all ways possible. I was listening to every sound…

Soon she appeared smiling slyly.

- Crawl after me, slave. On your fours!

I followed her being happy about the fact I would drink something. I smiled in anticipation.
Crawling naked in her apartment was not shameful for me after all those things she had done to me.

When I was in the kitchen I stopped still. I was at a loss… A crystal glass was in the middle of the room filled with something white…

- Why are you so frightened? – Helen couldn’t stop smiling seeing her slave’s charming face. – This is milk! I decided to give you milk! Come closer but don’t drink it right away…

I approached to the glass on my fours and stopped. I liked milk, neither warm nor hot, I loved ice cold milk from the fridge. The milk in the glass seemed to me so yummy that I could hardly restrain myself not to drink it immediately… The girl was watching her slave.

- By the way, you need to improve walking on your fours, you can’t do it well, – my Mistress said. – I don’t want any clumsiness. I’ll train you, slave. I can want you on your fours all day long… and of course no speaking! However, you can bark quietly if you would like, – Helen smiled. – You’ll have to ask for permission to piss either. It is also very important for you. Do you agree that a pet has to be trained?

- Yes, my Lady… – I answered looking at her feet.

- Right answer, slave! – She said.

I sighed thinking about such a prospect…

- Well, now you’re standing in the wrong position! I dislike it! – Her voice was serious and displeased, I learned to recognize that. – You’re almost sitting and leaning your weight on your feet. It is not correct! I didn’t tell you to sit down. When you are on your fours you should be on your fours and not the way you are standing now! Ok, listen to me… – Helen looked like a teacher who was trying to explain something to her student. – You have four extremities, right? You should put your weight on all of them, full balance, slave.

I looked at her feeling really offended. I was thirsty and milk was so close to me. And she was saying all that… But Helen was implacable…

- Straddle your hands and bend them in elbows! This way… lean on them either… not only on your feet. Straighten your fingers… yeah… – the Mistress observed her slave carrying out her instructions. – Move a bit forward… ok… now your legs… when you are standing they should be moved apart a bit … Your cock must be hanging down… You’re a boy, a male… – Helen grinned. – You have to be proud of your cock. Yes, right… Remember everything. You know that I don’t like repeating something twice. Don’t forget about hands! No, another way… Even distribution of support on all four extremities! I’ve told you! Yes… Now I see you’re standing on your fours… Don’t spread your legs so widely… Ok, your body… When you are standing your butt should be stuck out a bit. I like it this way, do you understand? – Helen laughed when I tried to do that. – No, you’re stupid!!!
It wasn’t funny for me at all. I was looking sadly at the glass with milk feeling my face burning from shame…

- Do you think that if you move your body back and put your knees together you’ll succeed? – She kept on teaching me. – Return to initial position. Yes. You should use your waist and shoulders as well, more than you think! Women’s plasticity will do better here but you’ll do it, I know… – She humiliated me again. – Bend your back, slave… Ok… Do you see that your butt is stuck out itself due to that? Good job, slave! – Helen suddenly had an idea to fuck him, but it would take a lot of time and she didn’t want to work on it. And the game was pleasant either. – Draw both of your shoulders back… Ok… this way… You can’t see that but you must feel it. Your butt and shoulders should be on the same level and your back bent a little… Ok… right… Stop still! – My Mistress said seeing the slave in the very position she was interested in. – Stand still, slave! Get used to this position! I want to see you right this way! Is it clear?

- Yes, my Lady, – I felt uncomfortable and it hurt much.

- Very well, my doggy, – Helen grinned looking at her slave. – I like the fact you have plasticity. You understand quickly what I want from you. I’m satisfied, slave!

- Thank you, My Mistress! – It was her praise, too reserved and condescending but it was praise and I had to reply.

- You must be thirsty, slave? – She asked.

- Oh, yes… very much… – I was begging her.

- Ok, we’ll continue our training later. But keep everything in mind, slave!

- Of course, my Lady, – I agreed quickly looking at the milk which she was going to allow me to drink as I expected.

I was still in that damn position. I remembered it very well, as she wanted. I was standing on my fours… yes… This way slaves should stand before their masters. Helen shouldn’t have reminded me about it anymore. Her lesson was consolidated.

- Ok, slave… – my Mistress grinned slyly. – I see you are really thirsty…

Then something happened that I hadn’t expected at all, that I couldn’t grasp…

The girl came up to the glass, raised her foot and plunged her toes into the milk! Then she raised her foot covered in milk to my face. I saw white drops sliding down her sole and falling back into the glass and on the floor…

- What’s up, slave? – Helen was on the point of laughing seeing her confused slave. – Did you want to drink? – Lick the milk from my foot! This way you’ll slake your thirst!

- Ooh… – I heard this sound coming from me.

There was no any more milk on her toes and they were just glistening. I lowered my head, moved it a bit aside and wrapped my mouth around the toes.
- Very well, slave! – Helen smiled. – But be fast, I’m not going to stand this way for long. Do it fast! Or you’ll have nothing!

The last phrase almost killed me. Helen was smiling broadly watching her slave licking the milk from her foot… She couldn’t restrain herself and laughed quietly, enjoying the moment.

“I’ll give him something warmer today, – she said to herself and passed her hand over her belly. She was ecstatic being in this position before the man. – It would be hard to make him taste my urine, but I will! – Helen was sure. – I’ll force him! He would resist, implore, look at me with his eyes but do it anyway. – She made a decision. – I will lash him or tie or maybe both but he will taste it! Probably I’ll make it a ritual – every morning the first thing to do is to drink my morning urine. – She wanted to see tears in her slave’s eyes. – He’ll feel sick but it’ll be so nice to see. However, it’s too early to think about that, – Helen laughed from those thoughts. – If I tell him about my plans he will faint… It’s too early… – She was sure. – What a silly creature! – Helen looked at her slave from above. – He is licking my foot delightfully.”

But this was her creature; she had tamed him, deprived him of any wishes and made an obedient toy from him. She even felt genuine affection to him. Of course, the girl noticed his obedience and devotion. It was all so humiliating and unpleasant for him but he endured it. It was what Helen wanted from him.

Soon I sucked my Mistress’s foot thoroughly and had some milk taste in my mouth. I couldn’t understand why she was so cheerful and happy.

“She probably has something on her mind again” I thought with horror.

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One Response to “Helen’s slave. Part 16”

  1. Vicky Says:

    luv this story and u want 2 know something ,… I went to school with this girl!!!! i visited her not 2 days ago!!!!


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