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Now the mistress wants more than a slave licking her feet, she wants to humiliate him even more than that, what can be worse? You’ll probably think, read and find out!

The girl saw that her foot was absolutely dry, so she removed it from the slave’s face for he would lick it until she stopped him. There were a few drops of milk on the floor which had flown down from her toes.

I hoped my Mistress would allow me to drink the milk but I heard a different thing.

- Don’t you see what’s on the floor, slave? – The girl asked strictly but playfully. – You know, I can’t stand dirt in my kitchen. Lick it!

I sighed, lowered my head to the floor and started licking those little drops. I had hardly finished when Helen plunged her foot into the milk again and pointed it at my face. This time more milk was on the floor… I knew I would have to lick it all again… I began sucking my Lady’s foot.

The girl gave her slave to drink this way for some time. What she liked the most was when he licked the floor, so she tried to pour more milk there. Soon she got tired of that game either.

- Ok, slave, now you can lap it from the glass. Lap, not drink!!! Do it! And don’t forget about your ass, it must always be stuck out! – The girl sat comfortably on the chair wishing to enjoy the scene.

It was not easy to lap as an animal though my tongue was working fast. I felt hurt that she didn’t allow me to drink it right from the glass… (Read More…)

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… (Read More…)

This time the mistress is going to have lunch, but the slave has to sit near her lap and try to catch the grapes with his mouth, he can’t do it and she is laughing and humiliating him again…

I looked ruffled and was covered with Helen’s discharge. Making her bed carefully I checked if all the pieces were on their places. I preferred to check everything twice, so that I knew I had missed nothing. Then I washed my face the second time this morning…

“Now I have to take my place, right here, on the carpet” I thought gloomily when I was in the corridor. Of course it was her right to use or ignore me…

The girl was in the kitchen, drinking tea probably. This time she hadn’t invited me. “I’m just a slave for her and she demonstrated that yesterday night. And my place is at her feet…”

I sat in the corridor for an hour or so. When she sometimes passed me by I lowered my head respectfully showing my submissiveness. However, the girl paid no attention to me. I was like an empty place for her, a piece of furniture…

Soon, to my horror, I understood she was going somewhere. As usual I couldn’t know where or how long she was going to be there… When she came up to me I knew what to wait… She took me to the toilet and said with her ordinary intonation “Sit down and wait for me here!” (Read More…)

Now the slave has to learn how to lick and suck the toes of her mistress, he has to know how to do it right to please her, after that she’s gonna show him various strap-on collection and they sure gonna get inside his ass…

Helen gave me her hand playfully. I wanted to show her how grateful I was for letting me out and glad to see my Mistress again after such a long absence. It was intolerable to sit in this dark and narrow room…

I kissed her hand several times and demonstrated how happy I was. I felt so thankful to her at that moment that even now I have no words to describe it…

- Ok, slave. Let’s have some tea, - she said.

She had already changed for light casual clothes and looked calm. The walk benefited her, as it seemed to me her cheeks turned a bit pink…

We started to drink tea… green tea… I don’t like it but I couldn’t refuse… I realized that the more she knew me, my tastes and habits, the more she would control me. She would do everything the wrong way round having fun about it and forcing me to get used to her and her habits and preferences. Concerning even such a trivial thing as tea I felt she was controlling me. And when I felt discomfort she would feel only pleasure…

I couldn’t think of anything to comfort myself at that moment, just tried to convince myself that green tea was useful. It was tart and tasteless in comparison to my favorite coffee. However, it would be quite silly to refuse the tea my Mistress offered me.

It was getting dark outside. Gradually lights appeared in many windows, they were like lightning bugs in darkness. Everything was calming down and the hectic day was almost over. Only a few cars and people were in the streets of the city now. The city almost stopped breathing and turned into an accumulation of millions of lights of bright colors. Our window was just one among many others. (Read More…)

Now the mistress wants her slave to be alone and to think, she locks him in a toilet, turns off the light and goes for a walk. He’ll have a lot of time to realize that he is a slave…

- That will do for now, slave, - my Mistress said giving a sigh.

- Thank you, my Lady, - it was still wild for me to thank the girl for lashing me.

Helen stretched herself and hid the lash. I kept standing in the same position. I wanted to pull my thongs on though they could not hide anything.

She looked at her slave’s butt seeing she had succeeded in making her wishes true, she had wanted to have it pink, now it was pink. She felt satisfied. She knew the slave would feel slight pain and discomfort for some time.

- Ok, slave, let’s go to the kitchen to cook something for dinner.

The next hour we were busy cooking in the kitchen together. I helped her a lot. She acted as an ordinary girl, joked, corrected me if did something wrong. It was a rare and pleasant time when we were just two normal people.

There was one thing though that made Helen laugh – a man was wearing lingerie in her presence!

I was afraid to look into her eyes too often. I forgot about my butt that had been recently lashed. I was beside her and felt happy about it.

The girl couldn’t restrain once and touched my buttock making sure one more time that it was her possession… (Read More…)

This time the mistress has a present for her slave and it’s the girl’s clothes, she makes him wear the thongs and the stockings, the slave is in for some hot spanking too…

- You’ll be punished, slave. You’ve deserved that, - she pronounced the verdict in a calm voice.

- Yes… of course, my Mistress… - I agreed looking sideways at the table she usually used for that.

- But I’ll do that a bit later… Now I’d like to show you something, - she continued. – Bring me the packet.

When I gave her the packet she’d brought she took two packages out of it… As I noticed by the wrapping it was lingerie… I was sure she wouldn’t demonstrate me her new buyings… Suddenly I realized what it was intended for…

The girl was smiling mysteriously anticipating some fun…

- I’ve bought these things for you, slave, and now I want to present them to you… - she said.

I was right…

- Oh, yes… Thank you, my Mistress… - I thanked her a bit later than I had to.

- As I mentioned yesterday you’ll wear women’s clothes sometimes… It will help you realize your new position… (Read More…)

The huge dildo gets into the slave’s butt and the feeling is overwhelming, he is losing his butt virginity and there’s nothing more exciting for him…

We both were breathing hard. Helen was delightful and happy and I was trembling from uncertainty and waiting…

Having wrapped her hands around the strap-on the girl pressed softly slowly pushing it inside. She was harkening greedily to her slave’s sighs, head turnings and sensations.

The dildo spread plentifully with the lubricant was penetrating my butt very easily. It was surprising even for her.

- Do you see how easy it is, slave? – She grinned. – Your hole is asking the phallus to enter it. Do you feel how pleasant it is?

- Yeah… - It was the only thing I could say, trying to notice even a slight new sensation of mine.

When half of the head was inside Helen stopped and looked at her slave’s reaction.

- Get used to it, - she smiled. – Do you see how your body reacts to it? You like it!..

I don’t know why she decided that, I had another opinion. It was very unusual to stand being impaled on a hard dildo… A minute later Helen kept on pushing the toy inside confidently. As she had expected her butt swallowed up about 4 inches of the dildo meeting no resistance at all. The girl was proud to realize she was such a professional in men’s butts. (Read More…)

This time the slave has got to feel what it is like to suck on a cock, but this time he’ll have to suck on a strap-on dildo instead of a real cock, this is really humiliating…

- It’s beautiful, isn’t it? – Helen squeezed her fingers around the dildo, passed her hand along the shaft and smiled having a look at me.

- It’s big… - I could only say.

The girl was envisioning her slave being impaled on it. She would control all the movements. In her mind she could see him trembling from her manipulations.

- It’s Ok for the first time! – She said confidently. – Your virgin butt will soon understand that. And soon it will become as ordinary as licking. You won’t be able to live without it, slave. Then you’ll beg me to fuck you. I’ll make it a necessity for you as masturbation and you won’t be able to imagine your life without it… - I could hear humiliating intonation.

Helen gave a deep sigh feeling great enjoyment inside. She hadn’t felt such bright feelings for a long time. It was a stirring weakness that wrapped her body and mind, excited her, brought her great pleasure.

- But before we start you should learn how to do one thing! – The girl’s voice was slow and pleasant as she was enjoying what was happening. – You have to know how to take it into your mouth!

I was shocked by the new rules. I got to know more and more about her secret desires and they amazed me and made me feel ashamed… (Read More…)

This time the mistress wants her slave to lick her ass, she really loves his skillful tongue going all over her butt, but there’s something else waiting for him and it’s a strap-on she’s going to fuck him with…

I climbed from under my Mistress’s legs and looked at her nice butt. Any person considers licking the anus of another person to be an unpleasant procedure and I am not an exception. It was humiliating of course, but looking at the girl lying quietly I decided to try. And I remembered the lashing well either. The realization that even a slight discontent of my Lady could bring me back to that damn table provoked fear rather than disrespect…

Putting my both hands on Helen’s buttocks I started massaging them preparing her and me for that. The girl put her head on the bed and relaxed being aware of fact that after eating her pussy her slave would thoroughly lick her second hole, too…

Helen enjoyed the physical contact tremendously as well as the moral one. To know that the man who had been lashed and then licked her crotch would lick her anus now was very pleasant for her…

Licking a little rear hole is not so easy as it seems to be. Helen was silent again and I had to rely on myself only. But I was sly listening carefully to breathing, slight motions of my Mistress and soon I knew very well what she liked most of all. My tongue worked non-stop but I knew what to do and the procedure didn’t seem so disgusting any more. I adapted to the girl’s sensations trying to guess what would be more enjoyable for her.

I felt proud of having a woman’s body in front of me evidently enjoying my caress. And no matter what she would say later I knew she would receive that portion of pleasure she had hoped for.

The girl also noticed and valued her slave’s quick-wittedness and smiled quietly enjoying his caress. This invisible relation that occurred between us drew us closer, it was a game. But, sure, it was a bit strange to see a bent guy, whose face was set against a girl’s bottom and his tongue fondled every inch of it… (Read More…)

This time the mistress introduces her slave to her lash, she really loves spanking and whipping his ass until it turns pink, and then she can let him let her pussy….

Suddenly Helen pulled her foot out of my mouth.

- That will do for a while! You’ll lick my feet many times, slave. – She grinned. – Stand on your fours.

I obeyed and was waiting watchfully clearly realizing it was just the beginning…

- Lower your head a bit, bend your elbows, - Helen sat on the sofa and gave orders observing me. – Now the position of obedience and greeting!

I kneeled down being not sure whether she wanted this or something else.

- Yes, this way, - Helen decided to consolidate the lesson she had taught her slave giving appropriate remarks. – Your arms should be stretched, head on the arms, bottom a bit up… yes… all right… remember this position! This way you should greet me in the morning demonstrating your readiness to serve your Mistress! You will be only a slave in this house, nothing more than that! Don’t even expect something different form that…

The girl didn’t shun spending a bit more time. She knew she wouldn’t repeat it again and correct any mistakes in future. (Read More…)