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Hi. My name is Jordan, and this is my story. In a little over a year, I went from a lonely divorcee to a contented woman with a manservant. I had no idea it was possible to enjoy life like this.
I guess I should start at the beginning. I'd been divorced for a few months. I was getting a little old for stripping, so I thought I'd try my luck as an escort. I found a nice agency to work with, and after a few months I'd built up a nice client list. I was doing ok. I made enough money to pay the bills, but not enough to save much. I was working 10 -- 12 hours a day, six days a week. Sure, I was on my back most of the time, but it was still tiring.
One day, I received an email from one of the online ads I'd posted. This client wanted to role-play a female domination fantasy of his. Specifically, he wanted me to tie him up and tease him with my breasts and body while he told me female domination stories. I was supposed to untie him when he told me a good story and let him fondle my breasts. What he wanted was for me to enjoy his stories, but after he finished a story, slap him and tell him the story wasn't good enough to untie him. To make him tell several stories for about an hour.
I didn't know much about female domination, although I'd heard some things. Whipping and leather outfits came to mind. I was intrigued, and I sent an email back asking him to call. I didn't think much more about the email until he called and set up a two-hour appointment for Sunday afternoon.
I looked over his email again, and convinced myself I could do what he asked. I wanted to perform well for him, just as I want to please all of my clients. I didn't think too much about it again until Sunday.
He called me from his cell phone twenty minutes early. He told me he was early because he'd never driven to the area before. I was running late, and it was five after when I had the motel room and I could call him.
I was brushing my hair when he knocked on the door. I answered his knock, and was pleasantly surprised to see an older man with shoulder-length salt and pepper hair. He came in with a travel bag. We shook hands hello, and I watched while he pulled handcuffs and ankle cuffs from the bag. He handed me a copy of the email while he went to the bathroom.
I looked over what he wanted one more time, and I thought I could do everything he wanted. When he came out of the bathroom, I told him I'd do everything he wrote. Smiling, he took off his clothes and showed me how to handcuff his wrists behind the chair and cuff his ankles together. He'd already put the key on the dresser, out of the way.
I took of my clothes, and we started our role-play. He told me an interesting story about a wife and her boyfriend dominating her husband, and listening to him tell the story made my pussy wet. I remembered to tell him his story sucked, but I forgot to slap him. He told me three more stories before the hour was up. I was totally aroused and ready for the next part of our role-play.
He wanted me to pull him up from the chair and "force" him to eat my pussy, still cuffed. After pulling him out of the chair, he complained his wrists hurt. I got the handcuff key and unlocked his wrists. His hands were marked where the handcuffs had dug in. He told me I'd put the handcuffs on too loosely. Cursing to myself, I laid down on the bed, ready for him to eat my pussy.
I guess I'm more sensitive than he was used to, because what he was doing with his mouth felt way too rough against my clit. Frustrated, I told him to stick out his tongue, and I would move around how I wanted. He did what I said, but he could only hold his tongue out for a few minutes before he said he was tired. Damn, he stopped just before I had an orgasm.
I spent the rest of the time lying next to him on the bed, masturbating him with my hand while he told me about himself and his experiences with female domination. I remember pumping his cock for nearly an hour without him cumming. I thought he didn't like me, didn't like what I did, didn't like what I looked like.
After he left, I got myself off with my hand, thinking about what I'd just done. It felt sort of funny and erotic that I made him suffer to fondle breasts that most other men just grabbed.
He called a little over a month later, asking for another female domination role-play. He wanted to be my fuck toy. Since I was just coming off my period, I asked him if we could postpone our session for a week. He agreed, and we set up a two hour session for the following Sunday. I hope I sounded cool on the phone, but I was excited to see him again.
When he arrived at the motel room, he pulled out a piece of rope, a leather gag, and two of the thickest dildos I'd ever seen. He asked me to choose one of the dildos and I picked the thinner one. It looked huge, but he told me it was 6" long. It was thicker than most of the cocks I'd seen. He attached the dildo to the front of the leather gag and explained what he wanted.
After his lying down on the bed with his legs hanging off the foot of the bed, I was to tie his wrists to his thighs with the rope. After he was tied, I was to use his body anyway I wanted to turn myself on. When I was turned on and ready to fuck, I would put the leather gag in his mouth and buckle it behind his head. He wanted me to fuck his face to my heart's content.
My pussy was moist already just thinking about doing this. I so rarely get to do what I want in a session, and he was going to find out just how long I could fuck. He showed me how to tie his wrists with the rope and I tied his wrists to his thighs. It was kind of cool that I could touch him any way I wanted to and he couldn't touch me at all.
I made him stick out his tongue so I could rub my pussy against it. When he pulled his tongue in his mouth, a slow squeeze of his balls convinced him he should stick it out again. Damn, I was really enjoying making him do this. It didn't take too long for my pussy to get wet, but I wanted to play with him more before I put the gag on.
I rubbed my nipples against his chest and kissed him several times before I raised his head and buckled the gag on his mouth. Lowering him back to the bed, that dildo looked good sticking out of his mouth like that. Facing his body and squatting, I slowly lowered myself on the dildo. Even as wet and ready as I was, it took a while before I could work that thick dildo into my pussy. I wanted to remain motionless and enjoy the feeling of fullness in my pussy, but I knew he wanted me to fuck the dildo.
Slowly, I started moving up and down. I'd let the dildo almost come out completely, and I'd drop myself onto its fullness. After the fourth or fifth time, I wondered if I was breaking his nose on the drop. I pulled myself up and looked around. He looked ok, so I kept going.
My pussy had loosened by now, so I pumped for all I was worth. I could feel the dildo rubbing inside me as I picked myself up with my thighs and let myself drop. I leaned forward so I could feel the dildo rubbing my insides better. His stiff cock was right in front of my face. I thought about taking it in my mouth, before I realized he wanted me to enjoy myself. Fuck his cock; there'd be plenty of time later for it. Ha ha, I thought, as I remembered I was fucking his dildo, not his cock. A woman could get used to this kind of sex, I thought as I pumped the dildo. Never soft, always hard and ready.
I stopped pumping and let my body explode in waves of orgasm. I let the dildo fill me and lay on his chest resting, enjoying the feeling of fullness. His head was in the middle of the bed, so I stretched my legs for a while.
After resting a while, I pulled my legs under me and fucked the dildo again. I had a couple more intense orgasms before I pulled myself off and lay beside him. I looked at the clock and saw I'd been fucking and resting for forty-five minutes. I unbuckled the gag and asked him if he enjoyed himself.
He smiled and said yes. He asked me if I enjoyed myself and I said fuck yes. I played with his cock while he told me more female domination stories. He didn't cum, but I knew it was all right with him. He seemed to enjoy our time together more.
He called again about five weeks later. He wanted to schedule a two-hour appointment on the first day of my period. Normally, I don't schedule appointments during the first three days of my period, because I get crampy. I don't like to fuck and make a mess either, but I was pretty sure that whatever he had in mind would be fun. I told him I'd call him and let him know. The next Wednesday I called him and told him I started my period. We set up an appointment for seven that night
I took a couple of Midol before he arrived. When he told me what he wanted, I had to stop myself from laughing out loud. I helped him lay on the bed, and tied his wrists to his ankles. I got undressed and took my tampon out. I showed him how red and blood-soaked it was before I wrapped it in toilet paper and threw it in the trashcan.
I got on the bed with a towel, knelt over his face facing the headboard, and dripped into his mouth for forty-five minutes. It was fun at first, seeing him catch my flow into his mouth and swallowing it, but after a while it was boring just to kneel there. I thought about squatting and having him lick my pussy, but I remembered how rough he was before. A couple of cigarettes helped pass the time, and I finally said, enough, and sat on the bed. I used the towel to catch drips until I could get to the bathroom and put another tampon in.
When I got back, I untied him. I asked him how I tasted, and he answered ok. I lay beside him and played with his cock until his time was up. We talked about female domination and what he enjoyed.
He called a couple of months later and scheduled a two-hour Sunday appointment. I was happy when he wanted another fuck toy session. That session was my favorite with him, and I enjoyed using his body again.
During our first session together, he mentioned that he thought it would be great if I were his girlfriend. I must not have reacted well, because he never mentioned it again after that. I thought about it though. I was learning a lot about female domination from him, and the thought of role-playing with him more than once a month turned me on.
After the fourth session, I decided I wanted to take a chance with him. Dating clients is usually trouble, but he intrigued me. I called him, and once I told him I wanted to go out with him, we talked on the phone for a while. It turned out we lived fifty miles apart, and he was willing to work with my schedule to see me.
The easiest way for us to see each other was for him to drive to the town where I worked, and I would take time out to have a leisurely dinner with him. Since he only had to drive half the distance, he agreed. We had dinner together twice a week. I enjoyed finding out about him and his life, and he found out about my sordid past. It was nice that he already knew what I did for a living. Most guys wouldn't want their dates to fuck and suck all sorts of other men.
Since we were just having dinner together, I didn't have to worry about him wanting to take me home and have sex. Sure, I could have brought him back to the motel room where I worked, but honestly, I liked that he wasn't anxious to have sex with me. Besides, I had other ideas about where this relationship was going.
After a couple of months, I suggested that I move in with him. He was pleasantly surprised, but a bit shaken when I told him that he had to submit to me. I didn't know much more about domination than what he'd told me, but I figured I'd learn to do what he wanted. Plus, I wouldn't have to work as much and I could save some money with him supporting me somewhat.
He agreed to let me move in with him and dominate him. The next Sunday, he came to my apartment and helped me pack my clothes. I didn't have any furniture that I wanted to keep, so after one trip in his van I was moved into his house.
The first week I lived with him I read all of his female domination stories and read all about female domination on the Internet. As I learned more, I felt more comfortable about what I wanted him to do for me.
The first job I gave him was to shave under my arms, my pussy, and my legs every morning. It didn't save me a lot of time, and he played with my clit a little, but it felt great to just lie on the bed and relax while he shaved me.
Next, I taught him how to remove the polish from my fingernails and toenails, and to apply a color coat and a clear topcoat. I'd only been doing my fingernails once a week, but since I had someone to do it for me, I had him do them twice a week before he shaved me. It felt great to relax on the bed and enjoy a cigarette or two while he painted my nails.
We worked out a nice morning routine. He would help me exercise, and make me breakfast while I showered. After breakfast, he would paint my nails and shave me while I relaxed. After I got dressed and left he would take a shower and get dressed. We were lucky that he worked from home most days and could set his own hours. I would apply my makeup in the motel room before my first client arrived.
He's mentioned that he would like to come to work with me and watch me fuck and suck other men. I wouldn't mind, but there's no place for him to hide in a motel room. I think he might be shocked at how crudely and roughly some of my clients treat me during a session. There's no way I'd bring a client home, so I guess this will stay his fantasy.
After a hard day, I would come home, strip, and lie on the bed while he massaged my shoulders, back, and legs. He got pretty good at relaxing my muscles. I got used to being naked most of the time at home. I didn't let him touch my breasts, but he got to see them a lot.
Once in a while, I would get horny and want to use him like a fuck toy. I tied him to the headboard and footboard, and made him hold his tongue out while I moved my pussy and clit around. He's learned to stick his tongue out for around twenty minutes now. Then I took out his leather gag and dildo, and fucked his face to my heart's content. I finally got the courage to try the 7" dildo, and we've been talking about ordering the 8" dildo for me to try. I don't want to get too loose down there, though. It wouldn't be good for business.
The hardest thing for him to do was wear a cock cage for me all the time. When I first brought it up, he didn't like the idea. He had written about the cock cage in his stories, and he owned a cock cage, but he didn't want me to make him wear it. I could understand that. He had pictures of me, naked pictures, that I'm pretty sure he was masturbating to while I was working.
But I wanted to control his cock. Call me a bitch if you want, but it made me wet to think that while I played with cocks all day, he couldn't play with his.
We compromised. He would wear the cock cage for a couple of days, and then I would let him out for a day. It took a while, but I gradually extended the time he wore the cock cage to all week. I've found he's very attentive to my needs with his cock locked up. I don't want him to go longer than a week without an opportunity to cum.
On my day off, I cuff his wrists behind his back and unlock his cock cage. After cleaning his cock with a warm washcloth, I give him his opportunity to have an orgasm. I sit down in a dining room chair and cross my ankles.
I light a cigarette and take a puff. He kneels down in front of me and thrusts his cock between my calves in the vee just below my knees. He rubs his cock back and forth while I enjoy my cigarette. If he cums before I finish my cigarette, I clean him off and lock him in the cock cage. If he doesn't cum, well, too bad. I lock him in the cock cage and he gets to try again next week.
It's nice to look down at him and watch him try to get off humping my legs. He usually stares at my breasts right in front of his face, the breasts he can look at but never touch. Sometimes he looks at my face, and sees how happy I am to torment him like this. You should see the look of disappointment on his face when he doesn't cum and I uncross my legs.
I never thought I'd be living like this. He treats me like a queen. I enjoy cuddling with him at night in bed. Afterwards, I loosely tie his wrists behind his back to his ankles, so that he can't play with my breasts when I'm asleep. By loosely, I mean he can lie flat on his stomach with his legs on the bed. Plus, I know he won't be hogging the blanket.
I hope he's happy to have a dominant in his life. I know I'm happy to have a manservant in mine. Escort Serviced
Woman discovers the pampered life with a manservant
Hi. My name is Jordan, and this is my story. In a little over a year, I went from a lonely divorcee to a contented woman with a manservant. I had no idea it was possible to enjoy life like this.
I guess I should start at the beginning. I'd been divorced for a few months. I was getting a little old for stripping, so I thought I'd try my luck as an escort. I found a nice agency to work with, and after a few months I'd built up a nice client list. I was doing ok. I made enough money to pay the bills, but not enough to save much. I was working 10 -- 12 hours a day, six days a week. Sure, I was on my back most of the time, but it was still tiring.
One day, I received an email from one of the online ads I'd posted. This client wanted to role-play a female domination fantasy of his. Specifically, he wanted me to tie him up and tease him with my breasts and body while he told me female domination stories. I was supposed to untie him when he told me a good story and let him fondle my breasts. What he wanted was for me to enjoy his stories, but after he finished a story, slap him and tell him the story wasn't good enough to untie him. To make him tell several stories for about an hour.
I didn't know much about female domination, although I'd heard some things. Whipping and leather outfits came to mind. I was intrigued, and I sent an email back asking him to call. I didn't think much more about the email until he called and set up a two-hour appointment for Sunday afternoon.
I looked over his email again, and convinced myself I could do what he asked. I wanted to perform well for him, just as I want to please all of my clients. I didn't think too much about it again until Sunday.
He called me from his cell phone twenty minutes early. He told me he was early because he'd never driven to the area before. I was running late, and it was five after when I had the motel room and I could call him.
I was brushing my hair when he knocked on the door. I answered his knock, and was pleasantly surprised to see an older man with shoulder-length salt and pepper hair. He came in with a travel bag. We shook hands hello, and I watched while he pulled handcuffs and ankle cuffs from the bag. He handed me a copy of the email while he went to the bathroom.
I looked over what he wanted one more time, and I thought I could do everything he wanted. When he came out of the bathroom, I told him I'd do everything he wrote. Smiling, he took off his clothes and showed me how to handcuff his wrists behind the chair and cuff his ankles together. He'd already put the key on the dresser, out of the way.
I took of my clothes, and we started our role-play. He told me an interesting story about a wife and her boyfriend dominating her husband, and listening to him tell the story made my pussy wet. I remembered to tell him his story sucked, but I forgot to slap him. He told me three more stories before the hour was up. I was totally aroused and ready for the next part of our role-play.
He wanted me to pull him up from the chair and "force" him to eat my pussy, still cuffed. After pulling him out of the chair, he complained his wrists hurt. I got the handcuff key and unlocked his wrists. His hands were marked where the handcuffs had dug in. He told me I'd put the handcuffs on too loosely. Cursing to myself, I laid down on the bed, ready for him to eat my pussy.
I guess I'm more sensitive than he was used to, because what he was doing with his mouth felt way too rough against my clit. Frustrated, I told him to stick out his tongue, and I would move around how I wanted. He did what I said, but he could only hold his tongue out for a few minutes before he said he was tired. Damn, he stopped just before I had an orgasm.
I spent the rest of the time lying next to him on the bed, masturbating him with my hand while he told me about himself and his experiences with female domination. I remember pumping his cock for nearly an hour without him cumming. I thought he didn't like me, didn't like what I did, didn't like what I looked like.
After he left, I got myself off with my hand, thinking about what I'd just done. It felt sort of funny and erotic that I made him suffer to fondle breasts that most other men just grabbed.
He called a little over a month later, asking for another female domination role-play. He wanted to be my fuck toy. Since I was just coming off my period, I asked him if we could postpone our session for a week. He agreed, and we set up a two hour session for the following Sunday. I hope I sounded cool on the phone, but I was excited to see him again.
When he arrived at the motel room, he pulled out a piece of rope, a leather gag, and two of the thickest dildos I'd ever seen. He asked me to choose one of the dildos and I picked the thinner one. It looked huge, but he told me it was 6" long. It was thicker than most of the cocks I'd seen. He attached the dildo to the front of the leather gag and explained what he wanted.
After his lying down on the bed with his legs hanging off the foot of the bed, I was to tie his wrists to his thighs with the rope. After he was tied, I was to use his body anyway I wanted to turn myself on. When I was turned on and ready to fuck, I would put the leather gag in his mouth and buckle it behind his head. He wanted me to fuck his face to my heart's content.
My pussy was moist already just thinking about doing this. I so rarely get to do what I want in a session, and he was going to find out just how long I could fuck. He showed me how to tie his wrists with the rope and I tied his wrists to his thighs. It was kind of cool that I could touch him any way I wanted to and he couldn't touch me at all.
I made him stick out his tongue so I could rub my pussy against it. When he pulled his tongue in his mouth, a slow squeeze of his balls convinced him he should stick it out again. Damn, I was really enjoying making him do this. It didn't take too long for my pussy to get wet, but I wanted to play with him more before I put the gag on.
I rubbed my nipples against his chest and kissed him several times before I raised his head and buckled the gag on his mouth. Lowering him back to the bed, that dildo looked good sticking out of his mouth like that. Facing his body and squatting, I slowly lowered myself on the dildo. Even as wet and ready as I was, it took a while before I could work that thick dildo into my pussy. I wanted to remain motionless and enjoy the feeling of fullness in my pussy, but I knew he wanted me to fuck the dildo.
Slowly, I started moving up and down. I'd let the dildo almost come out completely, and I'd drop myself onto its fullness. After the fourth or fifth time, I wondered if I was breaking his nose on the drop. I pulled myself up and looked around. He looked ok, so I kept going.
My pussy had loosened by now, so I pumped for all I was worth. I could feel the dildo rubbing inside me as I picked myself up with my thighs and let myself drop. I leaned forward so I could feel the dildo rubbing my insides better. His stiff cock was right in front of my face. I thought about taking it in my mouth, before I realized he wanted me to enjoy myself. Fuck his cock; there'd be plenty of time later for it. Ha ha, I thought, as I remembered I was fucking his dildo, not his cock. A woman could get used to this kind of sex, I thought as I pumped the dildo. Never soft, always hard and ready.
I stopped pumping and let my body explode in waves of orgasm. I let the dildo fill me and lay on his chest resting, enjoying the feeling of fullness. His head was in the middle of the bed, so I stretched my legs for a while.
After resting a while, I pulled my legs under me and fucked the dildo again. I had a couple more intense orgasms before I pulled myself off and lay beside him. I looked at the clock and saw I'd been fucking and resting for forty-five minutes. I unbuckled the gag and asked him if he enjoyed himself.
He smiled and said yes. He asked me if I enjoyed myself and I said fuck yes. I played with his cock while he told me more female domination stories. He didn't cum, but I knew it was all right with him. He seemed to enjoy our time together more.
He called again about five weeks later. He wanted to schedule a two-hour appointment on the first day of my period. Normally, I don't schedule appointments during the first three days of my period, because I get crampy. I don't like to fuck and make a mess either, but I was pretty sure that whatever he had in mind would be fun. I told him I'd call him and let him know. The next Wednesday I called him and told him I started my period. We set up an appointment for seven that night
I took a couple of Midol before he arrived. When he told me what he wanted, I had to stop myself from laughing out loud. I helped him lay on the bed, and tied his wrists to his ankles. I got undressed and took my tampon out. I showed him how red and blood-soaked it was before I wrapped it in toilet paper and threw it in the trashcan.
I got on the bed with a towel, knelt over his face facing the headboard, and dripped into his mouth for forty-five minutes. It was fun at first, seeing him catch my flow into his mouth and swallowing it, but after a while it was boring just to kneel there. I thought about squatting and having him lick my pussy, but I remembered how rough he was before. A couple of cigarettes helped pass the time, and I finally said, enough, and sat on the bed. I used the towel to catch drips until I could get to the bathroom and put another tampon in.
When I got back, I untied him. I asked him how I tasted, and he answered ok. I lay beside him and played with his cock until his time was up. We talked about female domination and what he enjoyed.
He called a couple of months later and scheduled a two-hour Sunday appointment. I was happy when he wanted another fuck toy session. That session was my favorite with him, and I enjoyed using his body again.
During our first session together, he mentioned that he thought it would be great if I were his girlfriend. I must not have reacted well, because he never mentioned it again after that. I thought about it though. I was learning a lot about female domination from him, and the thought of role-playing with him more than once a month turned me on.
After the fourth session, I decided I wanted to take a chance with him. Dating clients is usually trouble, but he intrigued me. I called him, and once I told him I wanted to go out with him, we talked on the phone for a while. It turned out we lived fifty miles apart, and he was willing to work with my schedule to see me.
The easiest way for us to see each other was for him to drive to the town where I worked, and I would take time out to have a leisurely dinner with him. Since he only had to drive half the distance, he agreed. We had dinner together twice a week. I enjoyed finding out about him and his life, and he found out about my sordid past. It was nice that he already knew what I did for a living. Most guys wouldn't want their dates to fuck and suck all sorts of other men.
Since we were just having dinner together, I didn't have to worry about him wanting to take me home and have sex. Sure, I could have brought him back to the motel room where I worked, but honestly, I liked that he wasn't anxious to have sex with me. Besides, I had other ideas about where this relationship was going.
After a couple of months, I suggested that I move in with him. He was pleasantly surprised, but a bit shaken when I told him that he had to submit to me. I didn't know much more about domination than what he'd told me, but I figured I'd learn to do what he wanted. Plus, I wouldn't have to work as much and I could save some money with him supporting me somewhat.
He agreed to let me move in with him and dominate him. The next Sunday, he came to my apartment and helped me pack my clothes. I didn't have any furniture that I wanted to keep, so after one trip in his van I was moved into his house.
The first week I lived with him I read all of his female domination stories and read all about female domination on the Internet. As I learned more, I felt more comfortable about what I wanted him to do for me.
The first job I gave him was to shave under my arms, my pussy, and my legs every morning. It didn't save me a lot of time, and he played with my clit a little, but it felt great to just lie on the bed and relax while he shaved me.
Next, I taught him how to remove the polish from my fingernails and toenails, and to apply a color coat and a clear topcoat. I'd only been doing my fingernails once a week, but since I had someone to do it for me, I had him do them twice a week before he shaved me. It felt great to relax on the bed and enjoy a cigarette or two while he painted my nails.
We worked out a nice morning routine. He would help me exercise, and make me breakfast while I showered. After breakfast, he would paint my nails and shave me while I relaxed. After I got dressed and left he would take a shower and get dressed. We were lucky that he worked from home most days and could set his own hours. I would apply my makeup in the motel room before my first client arrived.
He's mentioned that he would like to come to work with me and watch me fuck and suck other men. I wouldn't mind, but there's no place for him to hide in a motel room. I think he might be shocked at how crudely and roughly some of my clients treat me during a session. There's no way I'd bring a client home, so I guess this will stay his fantasy.
After a hard day, I would come home, strip, and lie on the bed while he massaged my shoulders, back, and legs. He got pretty good at relaxing my muscles. I got used to being naked most of the time at home. I didn't let him touch my breasts, but he got to see them a lot.
Once in a while, I would get horny and want to use him like a fuck toy. I tied him to the headboard and footboard, and made him hold his tongue out while I moved my pussy and clit around. He's learned to stick his tongue out for around twenty minutes now. Then I took out his leather gag and dildo, and fucked his face to my heart's content. I finally got the courage to try the 7" dildo, and we've been talking about ordering the 8" dildo for me to try. I don't want to get too loose down there, though. It wouldn't be good for business.
The hardest thing for him to do was wear a cock cage for me all the time. When I first brought it up, he didn't like the idea. He had written about the cock cage in his stories, and he owned a cock cage, but he didn't want me to make him wear it. I could understand that. He had pictures of me, naked pictures, that I'm pretty sure he was masturbating to while I was working.
But I wanted to control his cock. Call me a bitch if you want, but it made me wet to think that while I played with cocks all day, he couldn't play with his.
We compromised. He would wear the cock cage for a couple of days, and then I would let him out for a day. It took a while, but I gradually extended the time he wore the cock cage to all week. I've found he's very attentive to my needs with his cock locked up. I don't want him to go longer than a week without an opportunity to cum.
On my day off, I cuff his wrists behind his back and unlock his cock cage. After cleaning his cock with a warm washcloth, I give him his opportunity to have an orgasm. I sit down in a dining room chair and cross my ankles.
I light a cigarette and take a puff. He kneels down in front of me and thrusts his cock between my calves in the vee just below my knees. He rubs his cock back and forth while I enjoy my cigarette. If he cums before I finish my cigarette, I clean him off and lock him in the cock cage. If he doesn't cum, well, too bad. I lock him in the cock cage and he gets to try again next week.
It's nice to look down at him and watch him try to get off humping my legs. He usually stares at my breasts right in front of his face, the breasts he can look at but never touch. Sometimes he looks at my face, and sees how happy I am to torment him like this. You should see the look of disappointment on his face when he doesn't cum and I uncross my legs.
I never thought I'd be living like this. He treats me like a queen. I enjoy cuddling with him at night in bed. Afterwards, I loosely tie his wrists behind his back to his ankles, so that he can't play with my breasts when I'm asleep. By loosely, I mean he can lie flat on his stomach with his legs on the bed. Plus, I know he won't be hogging the blanket.
I hope he's happy to have a dominant in his life. I know I'm happy to have a manservant in mine.
Hi, it's Jordan again. I didn't think I'd be writing more about my life, but the most amazing thing happened to me this last year. I fell in love.
If you didn't read the first part of this story, a couple of years ago my husband divorced me. He left me without anything, and I needed to pay my bills, so I went to work as an escort. I was making ends meet when I met this wonderful client. He introduced me to a world of domination and teasing that I didn't know existed, and after seeing him a few times and getting to know him, I moved in with him. He gained the dominant tease that he desired, and I gained a manservant and a confidant.
Once I moved in with him, I didn't have as many bills to deal with, so the money I made escorting went further. I was able to put away some money and indulge myself a little more. He got pretty good at doing my nails for me, but I enjoyed going out to a nail salon every couple of months or so. I'm really not a clothes whore, but it was nice to pick out a few outfits for when we did go out to eat or to shop.
I was shopping in Frederick's of Hollywood one day last spring. A couple of my regular clients like to see me wearing lingerie while we're fucking, and Frederick's has a great selection of crotchless panties and cupless bras. I was browsing the bras while my manservant stood nearby carrying a couple of store bags for me. I picked up a bright red cupless bra and was looking at the tag when I heard a female voice say, "That would look great on you."
I looked up expecting to see one of the sales associates. Instead of seeing a nametag, I saw these huge round breasts. Breasts that practically shouted "Pay attention to me." Blushing, I looked up into her bright round smiling face.
"Thank you," I replied. "I think I'll try it on.
I picked out a couple more bras and went into the dressing room. I tried them on, and when I came out of the booth to the mirror to see how the red bra looked, she stood next to me and smiled.
"That bra really looks good on you. It accentuates your cleavage."
She put her hands on my shoulders, and I felt a little uncomfortable. I turned around to tell her off, but as soon as I looked into her deep brown eyes, I couldn't say a word. I felt helpless as she grabbed my arms with her hands and held me. I had no idea what she wanted, and at the moment, I didn't care.
After what seemed like a long, long time, she smiled and said, "I'm Casey. What's your name?"
I looked at her, and I could not form words. I was so embarrassed as I stammered, "Uh, um, Jordan."
Casey smiled at me. "Jordan. That's such a pretty name for a pretty woman."
I felt so helpless standing there. Casey kept her grip on my arms, and I felt so exposed to her in the cupless red bra. My stiff nipples were obvious, and I felt ashamed that she could so easily see her effect on me.
Casey let go of my arm, and cupped my chin with her hand. She turned my face towards hers, and moved to kiss me. I felt powerless as her lips touched mine, not once, but several times. I just stood there as she straightened up and let go of me. I didn't know what to say or do.
Casey looked at me, smiled, and said, "I'm hungry. Would you care to have lunch with me in the food court?"
I nodded my head yes.
Casey rubbed her hand through my hair and smiled. "I'll wait for you by the front door." I watched as she walked out of the dressing room.
A couple of minutes passed before the shock wore off and I realized what had just happened. I felt like a zombie as I got dressed, paid for the bra and panty sets, and went out to the front of the store.
Casey smiled as we walked up to her. "Is this your husband?"
I was still in a daze. "No, this is my manservant."
Casey's mouth formed an O, and it was a moment before she could speak. "Nice. You'll have to tell me all about your manservant while we have lunch."
We followed Casey to the food court. She found a table and sat down. She took two $20's from her purse and gave the money to my manservant. "Get a couple of chicken salads and Diet Cokes for us from the deli."
After he went to stand in line, Casey turned to me and grinned. "A manservant! You are so lucky! How did you meet?"
By the time he returned with our salads, I had told Casey all about being an escort, meeting him as a client, and the sessions we had. He gave her the change, sat down and listened quietly while I told her about the dinners, the conversations we had about domination, teasing, and denial, my moving in with him, and the tasks I've taught him to do for me.
I was so excited to share my story with Casey that I hadn't eaten much of my chicken salad. She noticed this and asked me, "Do you mind if I talk with your manservant while you eat?"
I smiled and answered, "No, go ahead." I wondered what Casey would say as I munched on my salad.
Casey turned to the manservant and smiled. "What an interesting story. How long have you had a desire to be dominated?"
"Several years now, ever since my wife died."
"Oh, did your wife dominate you?"
"No, she wasn't interested in dominating me."
"I see." Casey took a sip of her Diet Coke. "Are you happy being Jordan's manservant?"
"Yes, pretty much."
"Pretty much. Is there something you're not happy about?"
His face reddened. He looked down at the table as he answered, "I'm wearing a cock cage. I don't always like having my orgasms controlled."
Casey laughed. "Yes, I can understand that." She turned to Jordan. "I think that controlling his orgasms is the smartest thing you did. I'm sure the reason he's so attentive to you is that he looks forward to his once a week opportunity to orgasm."
I took a bite of my salad as Casey turned back to my manservant. "It's a good thing you're not my manservant. I'm sure I would enjoy seeing just how long I could keep you cock locked up. I'd be tempted to never unlock you."
My pussy quivered when I heard Casey's words. I had no desire to be mean to my manservant, but it aroused me to hear another woman speak so casually and cruelly.
While I finished up my salad, Casey wrote her address and phone number on a piece of paper. I took it and put it in my purse. I wrote my address and phone number on the receipt from the deli and gave it to Casey.
I was getting up to leave when Casey asked, "Would you mind joining me outside for a cigarette?"
I never liked smoking outside the mall. Usually, I waited until I got home to smoke. Since I could smoke when I wanted to between clients, I always felt that huddling outside the doors of the mall to smoke was demeaning. However, the way I was feeling, Casey could have asked me to strip outside the mall, and I would have obeyed.
We went outside to the smoking area and lit our cigarettes. After Casey took a puff, she looked at my manservant and commanded, "Stand there and don't move."
He stood still holding the shopping bags while Casey blew cigarette smoke in his face. Laughing, I did the same thing. I could tell by the expression on his face that he wasn't enjoying the smoke. The few times I did this to him at home, I was naked, and I guessed he wasn't too pleased about Casey and I being dressed.
While we were smoking, another young woman came out the door and saw us. I laughed as she walked over to us and said, "Ooh, I've always wanted to do that. Can I join you?"
Casey shrugged her shoulders and answered, "Sure."
The woman lit a cigarette, stood so her face was an inch away from his, and slowly exhaled in his face. We took turns blowing smoke in his face, and by the time we finished our cigarettes I could tell that he'd had his limit of cigarette smoke.
I spent the rest of the afternoon lying on the bed and daydreaming about Casey while my manservant cleaned the town house. I was in such a good mood that when he was done I gave him the key to his cock cage and told him to go downstairs and masturbate as much as he wanted. All I wanted was to be left alone with my thoughts and fantasies. I kept squeezing my breasts and thinking about her kissing me in the dressing room.
The next few days went by in a blur. I was fortunate in that I had a lot of clients coming to my hotel room. As long as I was concentrating on making my clients happy, I felt in control. In between clients, I found myself thinking about Casey and feeling out of control.
Casey called me Friday morning. We spoke on the phone for about an hour, and set up a date for the following Monday. I found out she worked as a dancer for the Gold Club, and that she worked the Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night shifts. She asked me why I hadn't called her, and I was embarrassed to answer that I was afraid she was busy or wouldn't want to talk to me. The last thing she asked me to do was to wear the cupless red bra and crotchless panties with a button-down blouse on our date.
The weekend flew by for me. All I could think of was my date with Casey. I'm sure my manservant was wondering why I was so distracted, but I didn't care. It had been so long since I had these kinds of feelings for anyone, and I was going to enjoy them for as long as they lasted.
I met Casey at the mall. She kissed me and we went inside to buy tickets for "The Notorious Betty Page". We went into the movie theatre, and found some seats towards the back. While the previews were showing, Casey leaned over and asked, "Do you trust me?'
I wondered what she had in mind, and nodded yes.
Casey smiled. After the lights dimmed, but before the movie started, she leaned over and said, "Keep your arms on the armrests, and don't move them during the movie."
I looked at her and nodded yes.
Just before the movie started, Casey reached over, unbuttoned my blouse, and pulled the front away from my chest. I felt very naughty with my nipples exposed in the movie theatre, but I was pretty sure no one could see them in the darkness. Every so often, she would reach over and play with my nipples until they were stiff. I found it difficult to concentrate on the movie as I struggled to keep my arms on the armrests.
I felt embarrassed when the movie ended and the credits started rolling. I didn't want to move my arms and disobey Casey, but I didn't want to sit there exposed. The lights came back up and people stood up to leave. I was sure a couple of men saw my breasts as they left. I felt so exposed and helpless when Casey leaned over and nonchalantly whispered, "Oh, you can button your blouse now."
I quickly bent over and hid behind the seat in front of me while I buttoned my blouse. When I straightened up again, Casey leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Are you wet?"
I nodded yes.
Casey took me by the hand and led me outside the mall. When we got outside, she asked, "Would you like to come to my apartment?"
I nodded yes. We walked to Casey's car, and I could see it was a red Mazda Miata. I got in, and she drove me to where I parked my light blue Toyota Corolla. I got in my car and followed her to her apartment, about 10 minutes from the mall. She met me at my car and led me into her living room.
I sat down on the couch, and Casey poured a couple of glasses of red wine. I couldn't see the labels from where I was sitting, and it really didn't matter. She sat down next to me, took a sip of her wine, and asked, "Did you enjoy my playing with your nipples during the movie?"
I took a sip of wine before I answered. "I was fine when the theatre was dark, but I felt so exposed when the lights came up."
Casey giggled. "I let you sit there for a while, to see how long you would sit there exposed for me." She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "I think you would have kept your arms on the armrests no matter how many people saw you. That makes me feel very special."
Casey put her hand behind my head and pulled my lips into hers. This time I kissed back. Our tongues danced in our mouths, and I could feel my pussy getting very wet. I hoped I wasn't making a mess of her sofa.
Casey took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. I sat down on the bed and took off my pumps and thigh highs. I stood up again, and she unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked my skirt. Once I was in my bra and panties, she looked at me and commanded, "Undress me."
Casey sat down on the bed. I knelt down on the floor, and took off her pumps and thigh highs. She stood up again, and I stood up, unbuttoned her blouse, and unhooked her bra. Her breasts looked like cantaloupes without the bra. I unhooked her ankle length skirt, and pulled her panties off. I couldn't help but notice that her pussy was wet.
Casey lit a scented candle. The lavender scent relaxed me as she lay down on the bed, and patted the bed next to her. I laid down next to her, in her arm. She pulled me to her and we kissed again. My hand went to her pussy, and I gently rubbed her clit while we kissed. Her hand rubbed and squeezed my ass.
After a while I decided to slide down the bed. I positioned myself between her legs as she spread them wide. I licked up the wetness before I focused on her clit. I could tell by her breathing that I was doing what she wanted. She didn't put her hand behind my head but let me explore her, let me eat her how I wanted to. It wasn't too long before her body shuddered and convulsed with an explosive orgasm.
I laid down beside her and listened quietly to the rhythms of her breathing as she rested. Curiosity got the better of me, and I squeezed one of her breasts. I thought they might be enhanced, but I was amazed at how soft they felt. I had to squeeze her very hard before I felt the saline sack nearly in the base of her breast.
Casey winced a little after the hard squeeze. "Yes, I had them enhanced. Satisfied?"
I meekly looked at her and nodded yes.
Casey smiled. "Get up in a 69 position, and I'll take care of you."
I climbed on top of Casey, and lowered my pussy on her mouth. I was surprised at how gentle her tongue and lips felt against my clit. I'm sensitive down there and I guess I was expecting her to be as rough as a man. I relaxed and fingered her clit as her lips sucked on mine. It took a while, but I could feel the climax coming. I could feel my body explode as she gently licked my clit to an orgasm.
I tried to climb off but Casey held me in place on top of her. After resting for a bit her tongue probed around my clit and my pussy. She seemed to know how sensitive I was, and was very gentle. The second orgasm snuck up on me. Again, she held me in place and kept me on top of her until she licked me to a third orgasm.
As I slid down to lay beside Casey, I found myself wishing that I had proudly exposed myself to all those theatregoers. I was feeling so giddy after those orgasms that I would have done nearly anything she commanded. I lay there contented while she rubbed my back with her hand.
We went to a restaurant for our second date. Casey had again requested that I wear the red cupless bra and crotchless panties, with a button-down blouse. I was nervous but decided if she wanted to expose my breasts in a restaurant, I would be proud for her.
Casey had other ideas. She had me sit next to her, and pull my skirt up to my waist so the only thing between the seat and my ass were the panties. I figured that the tablecloth would keep the other patrons from knowing what I did, but too late I realized that our waiter could see my skirt pulled up.
Casey ordered for the both of us. After the waiter left, she moved my legs apart with her hand, and moved her arm between my legs. She fingered my clit very nonchalantly until the waiter brought the salads.
I had trouble concentrating on the meal. Casey's fingering made my clit throb, and sitting on the seat with my pussy exposed didn't help me to calm down any. After we finished our salads, she resumed fingering my clit until the waiter brought the main course.
My clit throbbed throughout the meal. I was just beginning to calm down a little when Casey resumed her fingering. She asked the waiter for coffee, and kept fingering me after he brought the coffee. I was shaking putting the cream and sugar in her coffee for her. I could barely concentrate with her finger drawing circles around my clit. I tried to sit quietly and drink my coffee, but I just wanted her clit teasing to end.
Casey had other ideas. While she sipped her coffee and waited for the bill to be paid, she slowly rubbed her finger against my clit. I was about to scream in agony when she took her hand away and helped me get up. My legs felt so weak and rubbery that she had to help me walk out of the restaurant and into the car.
After she started the car, she turned and grinned at me. "Did you enjoy my attention?"
I looked at her and sighed contentedly. "Yes, I did. I thought you would drive me insane with all the teasing."
Casey grinned. "Good. Pull up your skirt and unbutton your blouse. I want the whole world to see you as we drive back to my place."
I hesitated for a moment before I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled up my skirt. I sat in the seat motionless as Casey's fingers found their way to my nipples and my clit. I didn't care if anyone saw me; all I cared about was how wonderful I felt. I understood why my manservant enjoyed my teasing him so much. I felt wonderful and excited and helpless all at the same time. I never would have guessed that I enjoyed being teased so much.
Casey helped me into her apartment and into her bedroom. I was already mostly undressed, so she pulled off my blouse, skirt, shoes, and knee-highs. I lay on the bed and watched her get undressed and crouch between my legs. She quickly and gently licked me to the most explosive orgasm I'd had in years. I cuddled in her arms a long time before I had the strength to get up and lick her to an orgasm.
After resting a bit, Casey and I talked about domination and teasing. It was obvious that she knew a lot about the subject, and she was happy that I enjoyed her teasing me so much. I suppose it had a lot to do with my feelings towards her, but I felt willing to do nearly anything she commanded me to do. She mentioned that I would probably not enjoy pain play because my clit was so sensitive, but it appeared that I enjoyed her teasing me. I snuggled up against her, and spent the night with her. I figured I deserved some time off for love.
The next few dates were similar. Casey found some discreet way to tease my nipples or my clit while we were out so that I couldn't wait to get back to her apartment and have sex with her.
Casey filled my thoughts and fantasies. The only time I didn't think about her was when I was entertaining a client. I sometimes had dreams of her whipping and beating me, which scared me a little until she explained that not all fantasies were meant to be acted out. Some fantasies would remain fantasies.
I wanted to move in with Casey, but I was scared to bring up the subject. We had a great relationship, and I didn't want to risk losing her if she wasn't interested in taking it any further. I was relieved when she brought the subject up one evening after sex. I was so excited that Casey felt the same way about me that I screamed with joy. The only complication was that I had a manservant. A manservant whose needs I had been ignoring for over three months.
Casey came over to our townhouse on her next day off. I decided to stay home and be there, even though this was really between Casey and my manservant. We sat down at the table, and he watched silently as I gave Casey the necklace with the key to his cock cage. She hooked it around her neck, and lit a cigarette.
Casey took a puff of her cigarette and exhaled slowly. She looked directly at her new gift slave, and spoke quietly. "Slave, Jordan just gave me the key to your cock cage. She just gave me control over you. Since you agreed to be her manservant, and not my slave, I'm going to give you a chance to decide for yourself whether or not you want to be my slave."
Casey put her arm around me and continued. "I love Jordan, and Jordan loves me. We're going to move in together. The only question is whether she's going to move in with me, or I'm going to move in with the two of you. This is your townhouse, and the only way I would move in is if you agree to be my slave."
"I really don't have any feelings towards you." Casey took a puff of her cigarette. "The only thing keeping me from torturing you is that Jordan cares about you. You helped her feel good about herself, and helped her get her confidence level where she could love me, so I owe you something for that."
"Jordan has had her mind on other things lately," Casey continued.
I kissed Casey on the cheek.
Casey kept speaking to her slave. "And she hasn't been training you properly. If you accept your position as my slave, you will receive additional training. You will obey my every command, and you will continue to pamper Jordan."
Casey took a puff of her cigarette. "Finally, you will be released from your cock cage when I decide you've been good enough. It probably won't be weekly, but assuming good behavior, will possibly be at least once a month."
Casey stood up. "I suppose you should get a chance to see and feel whom you'll be serving." She took off her clothes and walked over to her slave. She pulled him up out of the chair, took his hands, and put them on her breasts. "Give them a good fondling, because you'll probably never touch them again. I want you to remember what they felt like every time you see me naked, which will be every day."
I watched mesmerized as my manservant fondled and squeezed Casey's soft breasts. I hoped he wanted to be her slave, because I wanted to keep him as my manservant.
After a few minutes, Casey pulled his arms away and pushed him back into the chair. She took her time sitting down at the table. Looking over at my manservant, she quietly asked, "So what's it going to be? Do you accept being my slave?"
"Yes," the slave meekly replied.
I clapped my hands and cheered. She was right in that he had to choose, and I was glad he chose us. I hoped she wasn't serious about torturing him.
Casey moved into the townhouse a couple of weeks later when her lease ran out. The first couple of weeks were like an extended honeymoon, and our slave pampered us when we requested it. Once I went back to work, Casey stayed home another week to train our slave and get him used to her new requirements. That, as they say, is another story.
Almost a year ago, I met the love of my life, and she moved in with me several months ago. I gave my manservant to her, and she's trained him to become a wonderful slave for the both of us. I've enjoyed all of her new ideas for teasing and tormenting our slave, and our slave has been so much more devoted to our happiness.
I'm Jordan, and I work five days a week from noon to midnight as an escort. My significant other, Casey, is a stripper at the Gold Club. She works Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights from 7 p.m. to 2 a.m. Our slave works from home on the computer. He's been able to cut back on his hours since Casey moved in with us, and now has more time to devote to us. He does the grocery shopping and other errands on Tuesday and Wednesday, after I've left for work. He cleans up and does the laundry on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday while we're working.
On the days that Casey or I work, our routine is pretty much the same. I get out of bed, and exercise for about an hour with our slave. While I'm taking a shower, he makes my breakfast. After I eat, I sit on some towels on the sofa in the living room and relax while slave shaves under my arms, my legs, and pussy. Once a week he files and paints my fingernails, and once a week on a different day he files and paints my toenails. I put on some sweats, put my makeup, costumes, and toys in a travel bag, go to a motel and get a room, and spend the day meeting with my clients.
Casey's routine is pretty much the same, except that she gets up around ten so we have some time together before I leave. She has a few hours to relax before she leaves for work. Slave helps her exercise, shaves her arms, legs, and pussy, paints her fingernails and toenails, and makes a nice dinner for her before she leaves for work.
Sunday and Monday are the days that Casey and I have set aside to spend the whole day together. Sometimes we go out and catch a movie or eat and sometimes we just stay in and have our slave pamper and serve us while we relax.
The first couple of weeks after Casey moved in were like an extended honeymoon, and our slave pampered us when we requested it. Once I went back to work, Casey stayed home another week to train our slave and get him used to her new requirements. At her insistence I wasn't there to watch, but she told me what she did when we cuddled together.
My manservant had been sleeping with me, and the first thing Casey did was to banish our slave from the bedroom. He could only enter our bedroom for cleaning or laundry while we were both working, or when Casey called him into the bedroom.
Casey furnished one of the other bedrooms for slave. The bed and dresser were pretty ordinary, but she had huge portraits of her and I made that she hung next to each other on the wall at the foot of the bed. Huge, nearly life size portraits of her and I totally nude, standing, a stern expression on our faces, and our hands on our hips. I had to giggle when she showed them to me. I would have never thought of doing anything like that to tease our slave.
Casey insisted that our slave do all of the cooking and housework. She also demanded that slave hand wash all of our lingerie in the bathroom sink, as well as polish all of our shoes once a week. Finally, she insisted that slave remain naked in the house. Before, I did some of the housework and my manservant did some of the housework, because we both worked. I wasn't interested in seeing him naked either, but she explained that it made him feel more like a slave to be naked. I could see her logic, but it took me a while to get used to having slave do everything around the house.
When we were home, we generally stayed naked or wore panties. We did this partly to tease slave and mostly because we both liked being naked around the house and around each other. I think his seeing us kiss and cuddle when we were together teased slave more than I ever could alone.
Speaking of tease, Casey had a surprise for me one day when we decided to go upstairs and have sex. She brought slave along, and she had a chair and some rope all ready. She tied slave to the chair, and had me dance and fondle myself right in front of him. After I danced for about five minutes, she came up behind me and fondled my breasts for a while. When she let me go, I sat on the bed and watched while she danced and fondled herself in front of slave. By the time she was finished, I was wet and ready to go.
Casey came over to the bed, pushed me down, and kissed me. We kissed and caressed each other, and I forgot about slave on the chair for a while. When I was lying on the bed feeling her gently licking my pussy, I looked over and wondered how he felt locked in the cock cage watching us. I talked to slave the next morning, and he told me he enjoyed watching us and that his cock cage didn't hurt too much. I felt better about our bedroom teasing after that.
Casey came up with some interesting variations on our bedroom teasing. She would leave the cock cage on or take the cage off so we could see slave's stiff cock while we pleasured ourselves. I liked looking over and seeing that stiff cock that he couldn't touch while we pleasured ourselves as much as we wanted. It was easier for me to be mean to slave when someone else was doing it with me.
Another time, Casey tied slave to the chair but didn't tie up his left arm. She tied another rope from his left wrist to our headboard and unlocked his cock cage. We pleasured each other for a while before we stopped and she said, "Watch this."
She unhooked the rope from the headboard and commanded slave, "Play with yourself for us."
I sat and watched as he played with his cock. Since we keep his cock locked up, it wasn't too long before he looked like he was ready to come. Casey pulled his left hand away from his cock, and hooked the rope back on the headboard. You should have seen the look on slave's face as his orgasm was taken away from him. We laughed for a while before we went back to pleasuring each other.
Being mean feels edgy to me, but torture crosses the line. One time Casey brought slave to our bedroom to watch us, and she put spikes in slave's cock cage without telling me. I kept wondering why slave looked like he was in so much pain while we were pleasuring each other when all of the previous times he looked so happy. His facial expressions were so distracting that I got out of bed and asked slave what was wrong.
After he told me what Casey did, I was pretty mad. I confronted her, and she got defensive about what she did. I made her get out of bed, unlock slave's cock cage, and take the spikes out. After she untied slave and he left the bedroom, Casey and I had a heated discussion. She told me she could torture her slave any way she wanted to. I told her that I wasn't happy to watch slave in pain. We compromised with her promising me she wouldn't torture slave when I'm home. I'm pretty sure that she tortures slave when I'm at work by making him watch her masturbate with the cock cage spikes, but she hasn't tortured him again when I've been home.
Most of the time, we don't let slave touch our breasts or our pussy. We have him touch us everywhere else, and he's pretty good at massaging us when we come home from work. Casey is more partial to foot rubs because she's on her feet, while I prefer shoulder, back, and leg rubs because of all the sucking and fucking I do at work. Sometimes, I feel like I have my own private spa, and I'm very appreciative that I have a slave willing to massage me when I need it.
One day, Casey decided it would be fun to see slave struggle to fondle my breasts. She told me what she had in mind, and we called slave to our bedroom. She tied two one-gallon jugs of water to each of slave's wrists, so that when he was standing with his arms at his sides, the jugs would be on the floor. However, if he tried to raise his hands, he'd have to lift the jugs of water off of the floor. Now, it was time to see if he could raise his hands.
I sat on the bed while Casey explained to slave that he could fondle my breasts all he wanted while I enjoyed a cigarette. She rubbed cocoa butter all over my breasts until they were soft and slippery. I got a cigarette, stood in front of him spreading my legs a bit, lit the cigarette, and took a puff.
It was funny to watch slave try to fondle my breasts. He would get his hands on my breasts for a few seconds before the weight of the water jugs became too much, and his hands would slip off my breasts. I was smoking as slowly as I could, and was sorry to get to the end of my cigarette and step away from slave.
After seeing how much fun this was, we teased slave on a regular basis with my breasts. The only change we made is that instead of timing him with a cigarette, I stood there for as long as slave could lift his hands to my breasts. Besides, this was good exercise for slave's upper body and arms.
Casey came up with another breast teasing idea, but after explaining it to me, I told her that she could use her own breasts if she wanted to tease slave that way. It sounded too much like torture for me to enjoy watching it. I have no idea if she teases slave with her breasts this way, but just remembering the idea to write it down makes me shiver.
Casey wanted to tie slave up to a column we have in the living room. His body would be tightly bound to the column, but his arms would be free. She would put clothespins on his nipples and hang heavy two-pound weights from the clothespins.
Casey would stand in front of slave and watch him. As long as he held the two-pound weights in his hands, nothing would happen. As soon as he let go of the weights, she would watch the clock. After sixty seconds of torturing his nipples for her, she would step forward, and he could fondle her breasts as much as he wanted. Whenever the pain in his nipples became too much, he could take the two-pound weights in his hands to relieve the pain. She would step back and the cycle would start again.
According to Casey, slave would only be able to stand the pain for about seventy to seventy-five seconds. It's seems too much like torture to make him suffer like that for over a minute just to get ten seconds of fondling. I grabbed my breasts and winced in sympathy when she first described her idea to me. She pointed out that it was his choice and he never had to let go of the weights, but we all know how men think with their little heads. Besides, clothespins on nipples hurt. Even without weights.
Before Casey moved in, I would allow my manservant the opportunity to come once a week by fucking my calves while I smoked a cigarette. I enjoyed it because it was different enough from what I did with other men that it felt special and intimate to me. I know my manservant enjoyed the weekly sessions very much.
Casey kept our slave locked up for nearly a month before she gave him his first opportunity to come. She did the same thing I did; sat in a dining room chair allowing slave to fuck her calves while she smoked a cigarette. I have to admit I wanted to observe rather than participate. The results were funny. Slave shot come all over her legs and body before a minute had passed. I couldn't help myself; I was laughing at the expression on her face when he came so much and so quickly.
That night, while Casey and I were cuddling in bed, we talked about letting slave come more often than once a month for a couple of nights. She saw how important it was to me, and relented. We agreed that I would have slave fuck my calves, and that she would decide when it would happen. She promised it would be more often than once a month. I was happy with the compromise and we snuggled for a while before I fell asleep.
I suppose this is all I have to write about, unless there's some other major change in my life that I think would be an interesting story. I can't imagine what change it could be. I love Casey and I know she loves me, and I have a wonderful slave that pampers me and gives me the most wonderful massages. Considering where I was two years ago, I know I'm the luckiest woman in the world.
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