BDSM
02 Mar 2018


Okay I am a slave and love to serve. In the beginning I only served Mistresses but when a Mistress ordered me to suck some of her male friends I developed a liking for serving both Mistresses and Masters. This story, a true story, was when I was into serving Mistresses.

I met this mistress at a party and happened to bump into her a few days later. It was early afternoon and she suggested we have some fun. I was only too happy to go along. It turns out that she was in the property business and had a small complex in Glenwood that had been refurbished but nobody had moved in yet. While we had a cup of coffee she made a phone call then asked if I minded if a few of her friends joined us. Firstly, as a slave, my Mistress makes all the decisions. I am not in a position to say no. Secondly, the thought of a group of ladies to serve raised my excitement level to the maximum.

I followed her to the gated complex and she spoke on the gate intercom which opened to allow us entry. As soon as I got out of my vehicle she attached a collar around my neck, clipped a leash to the collar and led me to the end unit. This unit had been furnished as it was the "show" unit. Once inside I saw four other young ladies sitting in the lounge. Mistress ordered me to strip then un-clipped the leash but placed another, smaller collar around my cock and balls. She clipped the leash onto this collar and led me around to meet the other ladies. I had to kneel and kiss the feet of each of the ladies. Then the fun started.

I was made (without any resistance from me) to kiss and lick their butts, eat out their pussies before they turned their attention to me.

They attached clothes pegs to my scrotum and cock. When they could not fit another peg on me Mistress took up the leash and led me out the front door. She took me to each of the units and at the first unit found what she was looking for. The maid, who was sweeping and making sure the units were ready for the owners/tenants. Here was I, a mature, white guy, with about thirty clothes pegs attached to my privates, being taken for a walk outdoors by a means of a leash attached to my manhood, which was standing hard and proud for everyone to see. The maid burst out laughing and came up close for a better look. She tapped my cock which made all the clothes pegs rattle and found that very amusing.

From there Mistress led me to the gate which she opened with a remote. Now I was exposed to the street! Fortunately it was a side street with only a few maids heading home. They all found it very funny with two of the young maids running up to us to look and ask what was going on. I was now worried that somebody would report us to the cops so Mistress decided it was time to return to the unit. She invited the two African maids to join us.

Once back in the unit they began the painful job of removing the clothes pegs. I had to go to each of the ladies, kiss their feet and request them to remove the pegs. Each lady was only allowed to remove one peg and had to pull them off without opening the peg. The pain is two fold. First when the peg is yanked off and seconds later when the blood flows back the the spot where the peg was. Whew!

As I massaged my pain away Mistress produced two strap-on cocks. Lucky for me the cocks were only about 15 cm long and about 3 or 4 cm in diameter. Mistress strapped one on herself and handed the other out. The rule was one had to be reserved for my mouth and the other for my ass. Mistress pulled a condom over the cock and applied lube. She then positioned me on my back on the dining table, my legs in the air, and prodded my rosebud. The other strap-on was now on a lady standing next to my head. I was told to turn and suck on the artificial cock. I felt the invasion of my ass and clenched only to receive a smack on my ass from Mistress, telling me to relax. Once the cock was in me it was not unpleasant at all.

Mistress continued to fuck me while others swapped the other strap-on and some of the ladies sat on my face, whilst others stroked my cock and tweaked my balls.

I don't remember how many pussies I ate but eventually I had to ask Mistress permission to cum. Her response was to fuck me harder and faster for about a minute then she gave me permission. I erupted like a volcano, spurting again and again. Mistress pulled out of my ass and instructed me to clean the strap-on. By the time I had cleaned myself and the strap-on the ladies were all fully dressed and looking like innocent angels. I was made to kiss their feet again before I was allowed to go.

That afternoon has remained as one of the highlights of my adventures as a slave. I have tried to re-create it but it is not the same.