Apartment Slavery Part I

   by Reavan

   A divorcee in his early sixties rents a small apartment, one of two on

the third floor of an older home.  A strong minded and bitchy young

Business woman moves into the other apartment.  In a few hours while he

Grudgingly helps her move in, she converts him from a normally independent

Individual into her unpaid house servant by exploiting an older man's

desire for sex with a young female.

   Part I

   The apartment was small but comfortable.  The landlady gave me a good

deal on the rent in return for some maintenance in the house and garden.

She lived on the first floor; there were another apartment on the second

and mine was one of two on the third.  The other apartment across the hall

was empty and I was to fix it up and paint it as part of the rental

agreement.  I had barely moved in before the old hag, she was actually

younger than my sixty-one, wanted the painting done right away because she

had someone to rent it.

   I worked three long days to get it done and the new tenant moved in on

the fourth.  I had an appointment with my lawyer about finalizing my

divorce and didn't get home until late that day.  My door was partly

blocked by moving boxes so I knocked on the new tenant's door to get

permission to move them.  A female dressed in lose fitting fatigues five

feet or less in her mid twenties looking very tired opened the door.

   "Yes what is it," she snapped.  "I'm very busy!"

   "I'm sorry Miss but I live across the hall and your boxes are blocking

my door." I spoke slowly with an apologetic tone.

   "Oh yes Mr.  C, the janitor.  You aren't crippled!  Are you?  Just move

them over!" She snorted some unintelligible expletives and slammed her

door. I had wanted to say I'd be glad to help her but...wow I thought, I've

got a veritable cyclone as a neighbour; perhaps though she had just lost it

because of a rough moving day.  My wife had accused me of being snappy with

her, one of the reasons we split; even though she was pretty fair at it

herself and she had always been quick to retort.  I moved a few boxes over

and entered my apartment.

   There was a knock on the door a few minutes later.  I opened it and was

faced with the cyclone again.  "Did you take one of my boxes Mr' C?"

   "Now why would I do that, maybe you should look in the porch down

stairs. I think I saw some there." She stared at me fiercely and scanned

the apartment as if looking for her box.

   "Everything was brought up here the boys said, it couldn't be down

there!"

   "I'll be glad to go down and check for you Miss."

   "It's Mz, Mr.  C, and yes maybe you should and earn your keep!" She

stomped back into her own apartment slamming the door.  I stood for a

minute and absorbed what she had said.  Moving tenants was not in my job

description but maybe just this once; she would probably calm down and

apologise later.  Moving can be taxing.  I walked down the two flights.

There were three boxes there.  I picked up the two top ones and brought

them up and then went right back down for the third.  That was a very heavy

box, containing a TV.  The first two boxes were gone when I got back up so

I knocked on the door.  She opened it wide and motioned me inside.

   Take it in the living room open it up.  It's a brand new twenty-seven

inch.  You can set it on the stand and hook it up; I had the cable

connected so it should work."

   I went along without commenting.  This woman had a strange effect on me.

I had never been bullied like this at home or at work; well maybe in the

army.  I opened the box and set it on the stand looking for the plug-in on

the wall and the cable connection.  "No, no, no what is the matter with you

the cable hooks into the VCR not the TV"

   "I'm sorry Mz.  I'm not very good with these things."

   "Well, just get the damned VCR out of that box over there and set it on

the shelf if you can't figure it out, I'll fuck'n well do it myself!" I did

as she asked and and actually managed to hook it up and turn it on and then

headed for the door.  "Yes, get the remaining boxes and bring them in." I

was heading for my own apartment but went along and brought in the six

boxes.

   "They all go in the bedroom, you know where that is, don't you?"

   "Well I fixed up the place so I think so." I set them on the floor next

to the bed and turned to leave.

   "That's no fuck'n good on the floor; set them on the bed and open them

damn it.  I assume a janitor carries a pocket knife!" I obeyed or that's

the feeling I had and slit them open.  She came back a few minutes later

setting down a hamper.  "Do I have to tell you everything; those boxes are

full of clothes.  There's the closet and there's the dresser.  That box has

dresses, jackets and pants on hangers; heavy things on the left and lighter

things on the right.  Shoes and boots in that box go on the close floor,

sweaters on the shelves, undies in the drawers and so on.  That box has bed

sheets and blankets; might as well do the bed too.  Let's get with the

program." She left for the other room.  "Oh," she yelled "fold the boxes

when you're done and take them to my storage space in the cellar."

   Once again I felt compelled to just leave; why was I taking this?

Hanging the clothes and setting up her shoes was not too bad but the

underwear and brassieres and garter belts that felt weird but also erotic.

I had never touched my wife's under-things and rarely seen them the way she

always managed to hide herself when changing.  I felt very strange and

trancelike and realized that I was developing a semi.  The undies were

mostly soft and silky not at all like her personality.  She was wearing

sloppy fatigues and it was hard to visualize her body in those things.

There were tons of underwear and not enough space in the dresser.  I stood

with a pair of panties trying to decide where to put them when she

surprised me.

   "Why don't you sniff them while you're at it, turns you on does it?"

   "Oh no I...I ...there's no room for anymore.  Where do I ... I mean."

   "You were married; you've seen women's undies before."

   "Well barely...I mean."

   "Aha I see; who were you married to: Queen Victoria?"

   "You might say that," I nodded emphasising my answer.

   "Just leave the rest in a box and I'll find a place later.  I got no

provisions yet why don't you go make us some coffee.  You've got coffee?"

   "Sure, I got cookies too."

   "Good bring it over when you're ready, we'll take a break." When I

returned with a tray she was sitting at the kitchen table typing on a

laptop.

   "Great um, smells good and homemade cookies, you still know how to

cook." It was the first nice thing she'd said.

   "Well that's what I did in the army" I wondered why she said still.  I

pushed a cookie plate close to her computer.  We drank and ate cookies in

silence while she tapped away

   "Well I think that will do for tomorrow's schedules, oh, wait there's

one more.  Listen Mr; C.  go run my bath, that box has towels and bathroom

things in it.  You can unpack while it fills and oh, there bubble bath

stuff somewhere in there too.  I followed her orders in a fog not

understanding why.  She came in just as I finished unpacking.

   "You can undress me now." I stared at her gaping in disbelief.  "What's

wrong Mr' C?" I just stood there frozen, unable to speak.  "You've seen a

naked woman before; I don't have time for nonsense here; I told you to

undress me...now get at it!" I began to fumble with the lower edge of her

top as she sighed impatiently.  She turned as I lifted it off letting me

fumble with the bra hasps; then turning again as I manoeuvred it off her

shoulders and pulled it off exposing two incredible slightly drooping full

breasts.  She caressed and squeezed them forcing the flattened nipples out,

as I got on my knees to remove her pants.  "Fuck'n bra, my tits get

squashed in those cups!  Ah that feels good." I pulled her pants down and

set them aside.  She continued to massage her breast with her eyes closed

as I fumbled with the elastic in her panties.  I pulled them down very

slowly over her bulbous ass and sculptured thighs, drooling over her

luscious flesh.  She lifted each foot as I removed them while fluffing her

pubic hairs with one hand, still massaging one breast with the other.  I

opened the hamper and threw the panties in.  After removing her socks she

stepped into the tub and got down sighing.  "Ah that feels so good."

   "Well I'll be going now Mz." I headed for the door.

   "Not so fast Mr.  C.  Sit down!" She pointed at the toilet.  I supposed

you are wondering why and how I can get away with treating you like a

slave."

   "Well it's sort of...well more than unusual, isn't it?"

   "You see, as of today you are my slave!"

   "Really what makes you think so?"

   "Let me give you the lowdown; I'm a personnel manager with a large

manufacturing company.  I have a sixth sense about people; that's why I'm

good at it." I also know every detail about your personal life.  The

personnel manager with the company you retired from is my main source of

information.  I have read your physiological profile including army

records, which tells me more about you than you know yourself.  I suppose

you are wondering why you didn't object to my demands.  No one except your

drill sergeant at boot camp has ever done that to you before right?"

   "No that's for sure I can't explain it.  I should have refused to bring

up those boxes in the first place.  It's not in my job description."

   "No, but you did it and I knew you would based on your records and the

look in you eyes.  Behind that macho façade lies a pussy cat with a secret

desire to submit to authority.  I am a fuck'n bitch and I enjoy being a

bitch.  Now here's the deal: I am busy not only at work but also at home

with the computer.  I'm a lousy cook and housekeeper; therefore you are

going to cook and keep house for me."

   "Just like that, what are you going to pay me for that?"

   "I said slave, George ...which brings with it certain...shall we say,

fringe benefits plus earned bonuses" She smiled knowingly while caressing

hr breasts, leaving me nearly speechless again.

   "What...what do you mean...fringe benefits and bonuses?"

   "I'll let you know when I'm ready.  Right now go to your apartment and

take a quick shower.  Then come back, dressed in your housecoat, slippers

and nothing else!  Move it!  I don't want to lie in fuck'n tub all night!"

   I showered quickly, my head spinning with a thousand thoughts.  What did

she mean by the pleasure of being her slave?  She couldn't mean sex, or why

else the shower; this was unbelievable.  I was old enough to be her father.

She was still in the tub and stood up when I returned.

   "Wash me George, come on get on with it...there's the soap!"

   "I...I don't see a washcloth...how?

   "I prefer the personal touch George.  First open your robe; let's have a

look at your equipment." I was more than semi hard." What have we got here,

seven inches erect?" I shrugged as she gave me a sharp stare.  "Liar!  what

is it?"

   "Seven and a half."

   "All men measure their meat; don't ever lie to me again George!"

   "No Mz.  I won't." How could she tell I was lying?" She dropped to her

knees in the tub, holding my cock with one hand; then stroking it with the

other like you would a cat.  She actually seemed to be examining my

genitals, lifting and squeezing my balls.  She began frigging me slowly at

first; watching as it hardened and then pushed back my foreskin.  I moaned

and then gasped as she kissed and licked my knob and then swallowed the

entire shaft.  Her eyes were closed now as she just held it there while

fondling my balls.  I don't know how she could breathe; then suddenly she

pulled back and began frigging my shaft faster while holding my knob in her

mouth circling it with her tongue.  I groaned loudly and exploded in her

mouth as she continued to fondle my balls and suck hard on my knob while

noisily gulping down my load.

   "Ah good..." she licked her lips and kissed my knob, then sucked hard

while stroking the shaft; "that was you first blowjob, right" I nodded

watching her as he licked her lips and wiped her teeth with her tongue

while making several contented swallowing motion.  "That was one of your

fringe benefits, George.  You like being a slave now"

   "I...I, well I guess so; I didn't really believe that people actually

did...these things." She rose again and I began to soap her back slowly

rubbing the soap on and then spreading it down over her generous ass

cheeks.

   "Your wife was the only woman you ever had sex with of course." I nodded

while soaping her neck, shoulders and arms before tackling those perfect

and surprisingly firm breasts.  "Missionary style I supposed and not very

often?"

   "Well yes I mean no," I was in another world while my hands groped her

shapely flesh; "less after the children were born and then nearly nothing

after so many years."

   "She thought sex was disgusting right, and you jerked off in the

bathroom." I nodded, for some strange reason not feeling embarrassed at

all, making that intimate confession; it was no use lying to this woman.

   "How often?"

   "Once maybe twice a day," I was baring my soul to this woman as if we

were talking about the weather.

   "Are you sure it wasn't more?" she stared straight into my eyes.

   "Well...well maybe three or four times on a weekend or if she was away

visiting relatives."

   "Not five or six," she stared again.

   "Could be, I've done that I guess; alright one time when I got crazy

horny, eight times in a day."

   "Hm, good sperm production; got a computer for porn?"

   "I don't know anything about computers."

   "So what do you do, buy playboy?"

   "No Mz.  I use my imagination.  You can do it to any woman you want that

way." I finished even her anus and vagina after some prodding.  Then while

she got down to rinse I spread a towel on the floor and she ordered me to

support her as she stepped out.  That was a slaves duty she said; I was

almost sorry to take that glistening shine of her beautiful curves as I

began to dry her.

   "What do you think about my body George?"

   "Wow... you are a goddess Mz.  A brick shit house, as we use to say."

   "You like washing me this body?"

   "I...I yes you've got an unbelievable shape."

   "So I suppose you wonder why I'm not married at twenty-eight."

   "Nope... I mean not because you are not beautiful.  "

   "Ah...you mean my bitchy personality.  You are right there, but it's

also because of my four foot eleven.  What are you five- ten?"

   "And a half."

   "Everybody wants to fuck me or getting blow jobs but that's where it

ends; they want to marry long legged skinny models not chubby midgets"

   "You're not chubby; you're a shapely hourglass goddess, and you're

supposed to say little people now, I have a cousin who is and she says four

foot ten is the cut off."

   "Well just the same I get called midget a lot, mostly behind my back.

There, I'm dry now, lead me to the bedroom.  Like this." She put my right

hand on her right arm and my left on her left shoulder.  You will refer to

me as mistress or madam from now on as long as we are alone, understand?"

   "Yes mistress," we reached the bedroom where she stopped in front of the

bed.

   "Do I have to tell you to pull back the covers?"

   "Sorry mistress," I pulled them back and fluffed the pillow and then

stood back.  She gave me an angry stare and I held her shoulders leaning

her down and then lifted her legs up as she stretched out.  I took a deep

breath drinking in her naked form before tucking her in.

   "Disrobe slave."

   "Yes mistress," I removed my robe and hung it on a chair waiting.

   "Remove my covers," I eagerly obeyed, "take my legs and swing me around

so my cunt is near the edge.  Now lift my legs and spread them wide.  You

have never seen a live cunt up close, have you George?" I shook my head.

"Get on your knees and have a good look.  I got down and stared at that

most sacred female temple while gasping for air.  She pointed to the

various parts naming them, spreading the inner lips with her fingers

exposing that magic entrance.  "Have a closer look," I moved in and was

going to tell her that I couldn't focus that close without my reading

glasses.  Then suddenly her thighs locked around my head and her heels

mashed my face into her warm moist cunt.

   I licked gingerly as she moved my head and her pelvis to where she

wanted my tongue.  I was surprised there were no unpleasant fishy smell, as

some of my buddies had joked about over the years; just a tangy but not

unpleasant taste.  Her gasps and groans soon taught me where her most

sensitive spots were, as her lower body performed unbelievable gyrations

and those soft fleshy thighs opened and closed spasmodically on my head.

Finally she gasped loudly several times and then pushed my head away.

   "I'm done; get up!" I tucked her in and put on my robe.  "That was a

performance bonus; you've earned it tonight.  I leave for work at eight.

Wake me at seven.  I will put on my makeup while you make and serve my

breakfast with whatever you have.  You will then dress me.

   "Mistress, are we going to have regular sex too?"

   "We're not in a so called...relationship" she made the quotation signs

with her fingers.  "There'll never be anything personal or remotely

intimate between us; you're my slave and I'll order you to perform what

ever type of sex act suits me at that moment.  You'll make no suggestions;

ask no questions but obey and perform without reservation, is that clearly

understood?"

   "Yes Mistress, I'm very sorry."

   "Good, you're dismissed, until seven AM."

   "Yes Mistress, goodnight."

   "There's no need for pleasantries; I said dismissed, so you just bow and

get you ass out of here!" She waved me off; I did just that and headed for

my apartment, with a spring in my steps feeling not at all humiliated.  I

would have prostrated and kissed her feet if she'd asked.

   I woke her at seven on the dot, whispering mistress and then carefully

touched her shoulder.  I got a grumpy, "I heard, what's for breakfast!"

   "Eggs any way you want toast, jam, coffee, cereal." I already had her

robe on my arm and held it as she got up and stretched arms above her head,

then after rubbing those beautiful knockers let me fit the robe on her.  I

took a deep breath drinking in her curvy flesh before reluctantly covering

up her luscious body, closing the robe over those beautiful proud breasts

before tying the belt.  She never made eye contact while being dressed.

   "I'll have Toast and coffee this morning," she then pointed in the

closed at what she wanted to wear.  "You will learn to choose my apparel

after a week or so; that's something else I don't want to think about.  My

underwear should be a buzz for a pervert." I thought maybe that statement

was tongue in cheek but with her who knew?  She then headed for the

bathroom, while I certainly got a buzz, fingering those sexy under things.

I already had the coffee on so I did her bed, assuming that was my

responsibility now and then laid out her clothing neatly on the covers,

especially the undies.

   In the kitchen I placed two slices in the toaster without turning it on.

"George," she called, I entered the bathroom, "bring my undies in here you

can fit them on me while I'm doing my hair.  I brought the items she wanted

and got on my knees starting with her panties.  That done, I removed her

robe and tackled the more difficult task of fitting her breasts into their

cups; I was getting a boner while fitting each in, shaking them a little to

make them comfortable.  I hasped the back and pulled the straps here and

there to make sure everything was comfy.  She heaved and twisted her chest;

"that was satisfactory George, you'll get better."

   "Thank you mistress I'm relieved you are satisfied."

   "Well not quite, where's my pantyhose?" I headed for the bedroom and

found a pair." It took quite a while to fit those tricky items on her

sculptured legs and ass; after which I dressed her in the robe again.  I'll

have my toast now; you can finish dressing me later.

   She worked on the laptop while eating and printed out several page.

"There are three pages of instructions for you to read after I leave.  Get

my purse!" I handed it to her and she picked out a Bank Card.  "The pin is

written on that little piece of paper, memorise and destroy it.  You will

use it for shopping; I have printed out a list of what I like to eat.  You

will keep it separate from your own purchases; we will not eat

together...slave!"

   "You really trust me with your bank account?"

   "I wouldn't fuck'n well give it to you, if I didn't George.  Now go wash

that boner you had all morning with cold water; you've earned a bonus point

but I want you back here soft.  I hurried back trying my best to keep it

soft and stood next to her while she typed away.  "Drop your pants and in

the future your morning and evening after eight PM garb will be a robe and

nothing else." I obeyed in a quick hurry as she reached for my balls while

still watching the screen, typing with one hand.  She fondled my bag for a

while and then grasped my cock frigging it to a hard rod.  As my moans

became gasps she turned the laptop off and closing the lid.  She then

swallow my knob while frigging the shaft and fondling my balls, resulting

in a nearly instant eruption.  I groaned with satisfaction as she greedily

swallowed and sucked on my knob devouring every drop; then licking her lips

she tongued and sucked her teeth as before.  "That should hold you for a

while, by the way, as my slave...jerking off is forbidden.  Bring my

clothes to the bathroom while I brush my teeth and finish my makeup."

   I dressed her and went back to find the shoes she wanted to wear.  She

was disconnecting the printer and packing the laptop in its case while I

was on my knees fitting her shoes, telling me that in the future that was

my job a well.

   "You'll have my supper ready at six-fifteen sharp...slave.  Make sure

you read the three pages of instructions during the day." She then left

without saying a word.

   I cleaned up and brought the pages to my own apartment.  My place had a

small ten by ten room with windows on three sides, the top part of a tower

in these old houses.  There were just room for my lazy-boy, a bookshelf and

a floor lamp.  I settled in to study my orders.  The first page was a list

of food she liked and how it should be prepared.  I was to buy whatever

groceries necessary and then just choose a meal from the list myself.  The

second was a schedule of estimated laundry days and instruction as to the

different materials; some to be hand washed and some air dried; how often

the bedding should be changed; how often the floors should be washed, the

bathroom cleaned etc.  The list went on and on, this woman was an

organizational freak.

   The third page was a surprise: I was to go to the library and borrow two

books on the art of the sensual massage; she had included the tittles and

authors.  I was to study the books and apply what I learned.  Closing my

eyes I tried to get my head around a surreal situation; I was now also to

be a masseuse in addition to my servant and sex-slave status to a beautiful

young woman.

   My cock began to rise just thinking about those fringe benefits, she was

using me like a lap dog doing tricks for a bone.  Then her command not to

masturbate flashed in to my mind; she would read me like a book.  I was

being used in return for sex but who benefited the most?  I was getting

laid, sort of and with a woman less than half my age, a brick shit house at

that.

   I opened my eyes and scanned the park across the road; people walking

Their dogs; children playing; the roar of an unseen truck shifting gears.

My erection subsided and I got out of that comfortable chair to get busy

earning my benefits and bonus points.

   To be contiued

                        Apartment Slavery

                            Part II

                           by Reavan

        She arrived for supper on time; I had every thing done including a

couple of chapters in the library books. I had the advantage of a

year of massage therapy due to an on the job injury some time back.

        There was no hello or acknowledgement of my existence from her just

some muted cursing about the traffic and some idiot she had dealt

with at work; more or less as if she was talking to herself.

        I served her supper and stood next to her like a good waiter. She

pointed at her laptop case sitting on a chair near the door and then

at a spot on the table near her plate. I struggled with the latches

and then set it where she had pointed. She gave me an impatient look,

motioning for me to open the lid. I did and then stood back while she

turned it on and began reading and typing while taking the occasional

bite. After a while she began to rotate her neck as if trying to

relieve stress. Without being ordered I placed my hands on her

shoulders and began to massage her. She groaned with pleasure and

continued to work while eating.

        After finishing she motioned for me to follow her to the bedroom and

indicated that she had to be undressed. I stripped her naked and when

she looked down on her tits and then at my hands; I remembered and

massaged them from behind the way she had done herself. Getting too

close, my bulge touched her by mistake.

        "You just lost a bonus point slave; control yourself, don't ever rub

your cock on me without permission." I knew better than making

excuses and fitted her robe then fastened the belt before fitting her

slippers. She then left the room leaving me to put things away. She

was sitting on the couch with her feet on a foot stool watching TV

when I finished.

        "Bring in my laptop and then clean up the kitchen; that done you're

dismissed until nine-thirty when you will run my bath. That's all!"

She spoke without looking at me waving me out of the room. "Oh wait a

minute there's a package in my briefcase with two communicators and

the batteries, make them work and bring one in here." I found the

case and cut the two units out of their plastic Fort-Knox' and

installed the batteries. I brought her the laptop and the one unit.

"If I say `testing' in this thing, you just say OK and get in here

pronto; never say anything else." She waved me off.

        "Very well mistress, as you wish."

        "There's no need to reply when I dismiss you George, I've already

told you that once! Just bow and leave." I did and left for my chores

trying mentally to control my semi. She either didn't take notice of

the bulge or didn't want to.

        About an hour later back in my apartment I heard `testing' on the

walkie-talkie; I said `OK' and reported to my mistress.

        "I'll have tea and a couple cookies." I bowed and went to the kitchen

boiling the water and then found a serving tray with folding legs

setting it where she could reach. She was watching TV and working on

the laptop and picked up the cup tasting a zip. I bowed and turned to

leave.

        "Where do you think you're going George?"

        "I'm sorry I just thought." She cut me off.

        "You take orders George; I do the thinking here; on your knees

slave!" I obeyed and watched her sip her tea and nibble at the

cookies very slowly and deliberate while dividing her time between the

TV and the computer during commercials. It must have been about

fifteen minutes before she pointed at the empty cup and plate and

waved my out.

        I went back to my apartment and decided to study the massage books.

Getting absorbed by the subject matter, I forgot about the time. The

unit startled me with `testing'. I didn't bother answering but rushed

in and began to fill the tub. When done I walked in and informed my

mistress that her bath was ready.

        "I suppose you have an excuse George?"

        "I'm very sorry but I was studying the books you ask me to read."

        "Silence slave," she interrupted, "that's three demerit points." She

rose and walked into the bathroom and stood there waiting for me to

remove her robe. I hung it up, removed her slippers and then held her

arms guiding her into the tub. She pointed at the floor next to the

tub and I fell to my knees waiting for her to soak. She stood up

after about ten minutes, letting me soap her. She didn't want to wear

the robe after I dried her; I draped it over my arm and guided her

luscious naked body to the bedroom. She got on the bed right away on

her back with her eyes closed while I stood waiting getting a huge

bone on. "Alright, let's see what you have learned from those books."

        I began to work on her body starting at her feet then up those soft

fleshy thighs her stomach and breasts.

        "There's no tension in my knockers, pervert!" I apologized and

continued with her neck and arms. She turned over and I worked her

body especially her thick thighs and globular cheeks while breathing

deeply, sporting a huge hard on.

        She never opened her eyes or gave me any indication that she enjoyed

it.  When I thought it was enough I stood back and waited worried now

that I would explode in my robe. She got out of bed and pointed at her

robe. After I fitted it on her she went to the couch and I stood by

her waiting with my bulge. You are dismissed for the evening

George; I'll ask you tomorrow night if you jerked off." She shook her

head with a fierce look in her eyes. I got the message loud and clear

and bowed, leaving with my rod ready to burst.

        Its one thing to see a beautiful woman you can't have but to see her

naked, wash and then massage her juicy flesh is murder. I had made one

mistake and she cut me off or I assume she did, maybe it wasn't her

night anyway. Fortunately there was an interesting science

program on PBS and I got my mind off her flesh for a while.

        That was a tough night most of it spend with a hard on and not much

sleep. Up until yesterday I had accepted life without a woman and

masturbated but now that I had some real sex and with a young

beautiful woman at that, everything was different. She had me by the

balls and I'd do anything to please her.

        I got her up in the morning, fed and dressed her with no errors. She

left for work as before without saying a word. I might as well just be

a chair or a table to her, except when she decided to reward me, then

I became at least a used human. I spend the entire day doing

things for her; going to the laundry-mat, not the least embarrassed by

what I was washing and drying. I wouldn't have been caught dead in the

past washing women's underwear in public. I scrubbed the floors,

cleaned the kitchen and bathroom until every thing sparkled even

though it wasn't on the schedule.

        I also got time to read a few more chapters, hoping of course to make

my skills irresistible.

I undressed her as soon as she got home and fitted her robe and

slippers. I relieved the stress of the brassiere in her tits with both

hands like yesterday but I might as well have been a robot; there were

no signs on her face conceding to my existence. After she ate her

supper that surpassed my own gourmand standards she turned to look me

in the eyes.

        "What is it George you look nervous; did you jack off last night?"

Her stare became fierce like my sergeant grilling me at booth camp.

        "No mistress I did not." Her eyes bored right into my brain. She

clicked a few keys on the laptop, while I stopped breathing, and then

concluded the interrogation.

        "Alright I believe you," I let out a deep sigh of relief. She then

gave me a stiff uncommitted smile, "I'll have the usual in the living

room." I brought in her coffee, the laptop and the Walkie-talkie, and

then turned on the TV, leaving the remote where she could reach and

dropped to my knees. When finished drinking she pointed at the cup and

waved me off.

        I finished my chores in the kitchen and returned to her side on my

knees. She waited about five minutes and then waved me off.

"Nine-thirty George do you think you can remember?"

        "Yes mistress, I got up and bowed deeply and left for my apartment. I

was so nervous that I walked the floor for hours and there was no

call for tea like yesterday. By nine O'clock I was soaked with sweat;

I took a shower and stood looking at the clock until nine-thirty.

        I ran her bath and washed her body; while I was drying her she looked

at my bulge. I heard your shower running before, why?"

        "I was sweaty, mistress."

        "Why in the world would you be sweaty at this hour?"

        "Nerves mistress I was walking the floor all evening." There was no

point lying to her and it made no difference; she had an agenda

controlling me and thrived on my desperation for her body.

        "So you think you'll get it tonight George?" She smiled that

noncommittal smile of hers.

        "I'm your slave mistress I can only hope," she grasped my bulge for a

moment making me gasp and then put on that, you don't exist face

again, while I finished drying her. She didn't want to wear the robe

and let me guide her naked body to the bedroom. My cock was straining

in my robe. I looked down watching her tits quiver as we walked. She

sat down on the edge of the bed and kneaded her breasts ignoring my

existence for a while.

        "Disrobe slave," she spoke slowly without looking at me. I hung my

robe on a chair and waited standing there with an iron hard erection.

"I suppose you would like to massage my body slave," her words came

out throaty while she stood up and stroked her stomach and thighs and

then ran her fingers through her bush.

        "Of course mistress, you're word is my command, I was breathing

sporadically by now, my cock ready to explode. She sat down again and

motioned me close. My cock was now a few inches from her face. She

looked up at me licking her lips.

"Your cock look delicious slave, may I suck on it?"

        "My mistress does not have to ask," I began to tremble in frustration

as my cock throbbed wildly pulling back the foreskin half way.

        "Come now George why is your knob not exposed, aren't you horny?" I

strained, gasping and jerking my pelvis doing the impossible as the

foreskin slipped behind the knob. She reached for my bag with one

hand and fondled it gently for an eternity and teasingly licked knob

while her other hand grasped my shaft frigging it ever so slowly. I

exploded in her mouth groaning ecstatically as she gulped down my

load; making the savouring, um sounds of someone relishing a gourmet

meal. I could barely stand with the rush as she sucked almost

desperately and then smacked and licked her lips. I couldn't believe

it, she actually feasted on my semen; my mistress was a connoisseur of

cum. I had always thought that if women really did suck men off, they

would spit it out and gargle after.

        She got on the bed lying flat on her back with her eyes closed still

licking her lips while breathing deeply, almost as she was savouring a

climax. Was it possible that she would never let me have actual

intercourse with me? Did this woman have some kind of a semen fetish?

I waited probably ten minutes before she turned over on her stomach. I

took that as an order to begin her massage. I did her entire body and

then waited but she didn't turn over so I repeated the entire

routine. This time she turned over with her eyes close; I took my

time working every part, kneading stroking and tapping her delicious

flesh. When I finished she finally spoke.

        "Slave, tongue-bathe your mistress; do every inch of my body but

never touch my face!" That must have been in a chapter I didn't read

yet, but how could I go wrong and how could I not relish such a job. I

loved her body and starting with her toes nearly all of her entire

body was now mine to kiss and lick. It must have been a half hour

before I covered everything. I even took a chance and began to lick

and suck her tits with no complaints; leaving only her face and

crotch the latter I assumed was last. I was right she finally pointed

at the floor and then arranged her body at the edge with her fleshy

thighs spread wide.

        She had been still during the entire licking session but now on my

knees I watched her pelvis rock and heard her breathing become

laboured, even before my lips made contact. She raised her ass

displaying her anus; at this point nothing surprised or turned me

off. I played my tongue in her rose until she lowered her ass again

and dug her fingers into my hair forcing my lips and tongue into her

wet cunt. She gasped and threw her legs around me, her heels pounding

my back, as I sucked and licked in her delicious crack. She came

quickly moaning loudly and then pushed me away and rolled on her

back. I sat there on my knees watching her at first nearly gasping for

breath; that invitingly beautiful body her chest and stomach

heaving. My cock began to throb as she lay there being beautiful and

unattainable, unless she issued an order.

        I lost track of time, it was maybe half an hour before she opened her

eyes turned her head and looked at my stiff cock with an indifferent

expression. She said nothing closed them again and spread her thighs

wide, lifting her pelvis slightly several times. I didn't know what to

do.

        "I'm sorry mistress but is that a signal for intercourse?"

        "Quiet slave, you are spoiling the moment...but yes; get on with it!"

Finally, I carefully mounted her and fitted my cock into her

unbelievable tight cunt for the first time. I gasped and sighed with

pleasure, very slowly working it into the hilt. "Good slave but now

stop, don't you dare move unless I order you to and don't hold your

weight on your elbows." I let go resting my full weight on her body

while kissing her neck and shoulder; that was new for me all I heard

in my marriage was: you're too heavy! I lay there my cock throbbing

inside her body; incredibly her cunt began to throb squeezing and

nearly jerking my cock. He arms and legs wrapped around me holding me

with incredible strength while her pelvis jerked and her cunt

performed magic tricks inside. My cock was being jerked and squeezed

in an unbelievable manner. Then suddenly she rolled us both over and

she rode me like a bronco, a new position for me; this woman had to be

in charge.

        "Now slave! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! I matched her motions in the

most incredible sex act I had ever experience, of course having only

experienced a motionless wife maybe this was normal. She climaxed

moaning loudly, rolling off and in a wink had my cock in  her mouth

jerking it violently with one hand while the other tickled my balls

until my load splashed into her mouth and was gulped down her

insatiable throat.

        She stretched out next to me licking her lips and teeth again as if

she was savouring every drop of cum.

        "Get a damp towel slave!" I rushed to the bathroom running the tap

for a while not wanting demerit points for using cold water.

Returning I carefully towelled her entire body, starting with the

neck. She moved to accommodate me, spreading her thighs wide, lifting

her arms and turning over until every square inch of her beautiful

fleshy body was refreshed. I took my time savouring every second but

all good things come to an end, I tucked her in and stood up, getting

a closed eyed turn of her head meaning: get out.

        After cleaning everything up I walked to my apartment feeling like a

sex machine should feel after a successful performance. It was of

course her performance; I was merely a vending machine she operated to

satisfy her craving for semen; her order the coin, me the

dispenser and my semen the selection.

        I read an article once, about a rich man who paid lactating mothers

to bottle their milk for him. He believed it would keep him young or

some other benefit for his health. I wondered if she had a similar

reason or was it just a fetish. Whatever it the reason I was the

benefactor regardless of my slave status.

        She blew me again in the morning before leaving and I got to work to

make sure that no demerit points would accumulate.

        As the days and weeks went by I made very few mistakes. She always

managed to find something however but the penalties were always

applied against me having intercourse with her or even eating her

out; never against the blowjobs which became regular twice a day and

three or four times on weekends if she was there. She of course

sensed that coitus was my ultimate goal; a bonus awarded no more than

three times a week. It became easier after a few weeks to contain my

lust while washing, dressing or undressing her and the undies became

just clothing.

        Getting my hands on her in a sexual way was another story and she

knew it. Sometimes after massaging her she would lie there for a long

time breathing deeply undulating her body, then spread her thighs

slightly, raise her pelvis but then slam her thighs together meaning

no sex for George. Occasionally she would do that three of four times

while I stood there naked sporting a huge bone desperate to jump her,

only to get that sideways head nod or hand wave, meaning get out. A

couple of times she changed her mind and called me on the

walkie-talkie. After the first time I made sure to place that item

close by on her night table.

        "When I did get to screw her she would go wild and I wondered why she

didn't want it more often. Though eventually I reasoned that the

wilder her performance the sooner she would get to savour my

mouth-watering ejaculation.

        Another way she allowed penetration sex was doggie style; the first

time she got in that position I just stood there and she had to shout

"Get on with it; fuck me slave!" That was a first time position for

me. I began to realise that she was as addicted to swallowing my

semen as I was desperate for her body. She needed it as much as I

needed her but I was the slave.

        No matter what position or what kind of sex we had, she never allowed

me to kiss her on the lips or face. Like she said from the start;

there would never be anything personal or intimate about our

relationship, we were master and slave with only one purpose: her

sexual gratification. My pleasure was incidental and except for the

blow jobs had to be earned.

        I studied the massage books in my cozy little tower room until I knew

them by heart before returning them to the library. My days were full

keeping her apartment spotless, the laundry, the shopping and her

meals. I borrowed some cook book and made sure that all her meals

were gastronomic delights.

        For someone who had never given women's fashion a thought; I learned

to select her daily attire without ever getting a complaint. Her

whole life was her career; everything else was taken care of by me.

        From the time she came home in the evening until she left in the

morning the only decision she had to make was when and how often she

wanted sex. I of course provided that for her; most of the time

without a word being spoken. We were like actors in a silent movie

without the exaggerated facial expression. Her body language told me

how she wanted to be serviced and I would then perform like a trained

monkey. That's what I was, except I never uttered a sound. I was more

like a shadowy figure she did not pay attention to except for the

blow jobs. Even that was just a routine for her, like taking medicine

for a cold. After breakfast I would open my robe and stand near her

chair trying not to have an erection.  She would turn when ready and

blow me while expertly fondling my balls sometimes scratching the

sensitive area near my anus even fingering my rose, anything to get

and swallow her medicine as quickly as possible.

there was no need for me to wash after; her lips and tongue cleansed,

sterilized and vacuumed my cock spic and span by the time she was

done. After she savoured the taste for a while, her eyes closed almost

trancelike while licking her lips and sucking her teeth before she got

up to wash her hands. She actually brushed her teeth as soon as she

got up, not after blowing me.

        I towelled her hands and then fit whatever coat and shoes the outside

temperature required. Lastly I packed up the laptop and hand it to her

with the briefcase. She always left without saying a word or

making eye contact. After closing the door behind her I had time to

sit down for a while and savour my climax before getting to work

earning my benefits and those all important bonuses.

        There was no use speculating on how long this reality show would last

and I tried not to think about it. Every new day to me was just one

more day of sexual gratification, provided I had no demerit points.

With her dominant and bitchy personality no one in her age group

would probably ever marry her, so my earthly paradise could possibly

last until I got too old to perform Eventually maybe with the help of

those little blue pills; or not.

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