Obedient Men

Please Make Me Your Slave

Please Make Me Your Slave

When I got home my wife was sitting on the couch looking at a piece of paper in her hands. There was a small duffel bag next to her. She looked up and motioned to me.

“Come over and sit down for a minute, I need to talk to you,” she said.

I sat down next to her and waited expectantly.

“You know how for the past two years you’ve sometimes hinted and sometimes come right out and asked me to take you as my slave?” she asked.

I nodded, not knowing where this was going.

“It just happens that about two months ago we got a new member in our bridge club and she and I really hit it off and I confided in her your desires and…”

I felt a little thrill growing in my groin but I waited for her to continue.

“Instead of being shocked or disgusted she explained to me how I might benefit and actually enjoy such a relationship,” she said.

I liked the way this was going but kept my mouth shut because I didn’t know what to say and I didn’t want to say what might turn out to be the wrong thing.

“Anyway, I met her slave who used to be her husband and… well… I liked it… so, I guess the question is do you still want to be my slave?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Is that a yes?” she asked.

“Yes.”

She glanced at the paper she was holding and said, “I need you to say the words “Please make me your slave’.”

I swallowed hard and said, “Please make me your slave.”

“Take off all of your clothes,” she said.

“My clothes?” I said stupidly.

“Yes, slaves don’t wear clothes,” she explained.

I was so excited at where things were going that my d**k was threatening to rip my pants. I jumped up and ripped off all my clothes.

“Now, kneel here in front of me and we can do this formally,” she said.

I kneeled in front of her. She was wearing a very short skirt that had ridden up and I got a clear view of her panties which inflamed me further.

“Put your chin on my knees,” she said.

Putting my chin on her knees put my face only inches away from her crotch which got me even more excited.

“Now, ask me again,” she said.

“Please make me your slave,” I said.

“Brian, I want you to understand that if I accept you, if I put my collar on you that this will not be a game. You will really be my slave for the rest of your life. Tell me you understand,” she said.

Real? The rest of my life? I didn’t understand how that could possibly work, but I was too far gone into the fantasy that I’d always dreamed of to stop now.

“I understand,” I blurted.

“Ask me to collar you as my slave,” she said.

“Please put your collar on me and take me as your slave,” I said.

I watched from the corner of my eye as she reached into the bag, pulled out what looked like a very substantial collar and buckled it around my neck. Then she reach back into the bag, brought out an industrial looking lock and held it in front of me.

“This is your last chance to change your mind,” she said. “Once I put the lock on you are my slave forever. There will never ever be an opportunity to say ‘Wait! I changed my mind!’. So, let me hear you ask me once again.”

My dream was coming true! Then, she spread her legs a little, giving me a better view of her panties and that was it for me. I was lost.

“I understand,” I said. “Please take me as your slave,”

She put the lock on. I heard it click and then she said,” I destroyed the keys to that lock. We don’t need them because that collar is never coming off.”

That didn’t make sense because surely she wasn’t going to make me wear it to work.

“Now, I want you to turn around. On the coffee table you will find a stack of papers. I need you to sign, date and initial where appropriate,” she said.

I turned as she asked and picked up the stack. I glanced at the first one. It was a General Power of Attorney. The second one was a resignation from my job. The third one was divorce papers that gave everything to her. The fourth one was a Power of Attorney that gave her the right to make any modifications to my body that she wanted. I didn’t look at the rest. I threw them down in disgust.

“What is this, Sally?” I stammered.

“That’s Miss Sally, slave,” she said coldly. “You will address me politely. As to the papers, as you are no longer human you have no need for worldly things.”

“I’m not signing these,” I said.

She looked down at the paper she’d been reading, smirked and said, “She said you’d say that.”

“I’ve changed my mind,” I said. “I don’t want to be your slave if that’s what it means.”

“She laughed and said, “She said you’d say that also.”

“Who is this ‘she’?” I asked.

“My new friend, Mary.”

“Well, f**k your new friend, Mary,” I sneered. “I’m not signing.”

“When Mary reviews the tape and hears you say that you will not believe the grief that she will rain on you,” my wife said. “I watched her beat her slave senseless when all he did was spill a drop of her pee when she was using his mouth to relieve herself.”

“Tape?”

She nodded to something behind me. I turned around and saw that our camcorder was set up and the red light was on.

“Why are you recording this?” I asked.

“To make it iron clad that you begged me for this,” she said.

“Well, I’ve changed my mind,” I said, turning to the camcorder. “I do not agree to become your slave.”

“You don’t seriously think that part will survive when I edit this and save it as proof of your desires, do you?” she laughed. “Now sign the f*****g papers before I get pissed off.”

I stood up, turned and lunged for the camera. I didn’t get even close before a raging circle of fire hit my neck and put me on the ground, writhing.

“That was the lowest setting,” she said. “Sign the papers.”

“No, I’m not going…”

The next blast was almost twice as bad. It took me almost three minutes before I could move.

“That was number two and there are ten,” she explained. “By four or five you will lose the ability to speak ever again and I understand that ten will make you a vegetable.”

I crawled over to the coffee table, picked up the pen and began signing.

“Oh, Brian, I am going to be so much fun having you as my slave,” she gushed. “Just wait until we train you to do some of the things that Mary has trained her slave to do.”

I looked up hoping for pity but all I saw was flint in her eyes.

“Sally, please, can’t we just…”

I stopped talking when she picked up the remote and waggled it at me.

“If you address me as Sally one more time I’m going to string you up and whip you until you are bleeding,” she said, coldly. “You will address me as Mistress or Mis Sally or Miss or Ma’am or whatever else that is polite. In addition you are never allowed to speak without permission. Further, I will call you… worm from now on. Now, finish signing.”

I bent my head and finished signing the papers. When I was finished, I looked up. She reached into the bag, pulled out what was clearly a chastity device and tossed it to me.

“Put that on.”

I looked at her in horror. After all the whole point of this slave thing in my mind was the great orgasms that would follow. She giggled.

“Slaves are very rarely allowed to have any s****l relief,” she said. “Even then it is only allowed in some degrading manner that is amusing to the audience.”

Rarely allowed? Degrading manner? Audience?

“Don’t make me tell you again,” she said, coldly.

I struggled into the hated thing. Threaded the lock she handed me and snapped it shut.

“Just so you know I don’t have the key here. It’s at Mary’s,” she said. “We will be going over to her house later and we will outline one of the ways that allows you to earn a chance at an orgasm.”

A chance?

“Right now I want you to sit back on your heels, spread your legs as wide as you can and then put your hands behind your neck,” she said. “That is ‘Position One’ and I expect you to assume that position anytime I ask for it and hold it until I release you.”

I did as she asked.

“Spread your legs more,” she demanded.

I did.

“Head up and chest out,” she said.

I struggled to comply. It wasn’t very painful, but I could see that if I had to maintain this for any long period I would be cramping. She walked all around me and then picked up the phone. I could only hear her side of the conversation but what I could hear put me in despair.

“Mary? Hi, it’s me.”

…

“Yes, he begged me just as you said he would.”

…

“Yeah, he tried that just like you knew he would.”

…

“Everything is signed.”

…

“All locked up.

…

“Right now he is in Position One.”

…

“For a while and then I plan to use his tongue a bit.”

…

“We’ll be over about six.”

…

“Can’t wait, bye.”

For the next hour she puttered around the house a bit while I tried to maintain my position. Then, she poured herself a glass of white wine, pulled off her panties, sat down on the couch and beckoned to me.

“I want two mind blowing orgasms,” she demanded.

***

At six she clipped a leash to my collar and dragged me behind her to the garage. I had no opportunity to stand so I scrambled behind her on my hands and knees. She opened the trunk of her car and motioned for me to crawl in. I looked at her.

“Slaves ride in the trunk,” she said, matter-of-factly. “Get the f**k in!”

A half hour later of bouncing around in the trunk she stopped and the trunk opened. We were in a country setting with the next house about a thousand feet away. Even so I felt exposed and wanted to dash for the house. She yanked downward on my leash.

“Slaves never stand unless it’s necessary to perform something that their mistress has asked them to do,” she snarled. “Get down!”

I dropped to my hands and knees and followed her up to the house where she rang the doorbell. After a few seconds it was opened and I got my first view of Mary. She looked down at me and my balls wanted to climb up inside my body. In some ways she had the perfect cold look that I’d always dreamed about, but it was clear that to her I was not human. I was just something to use and abuse.

“You are just in time,” she said. “I’m just about ready to let ‘Faggot’ have his ten minutes trying to have and orgasm. He gets a chance once a month if he has earned it.”

I could see ‘faggot’ in the living room waiting in what was termed ‘position one’.

“Tell me again so ‘Worm’ understands what you mean,” my owner said.

“First, he must have served me perfectly for the entire month, performing all of his duties without error or complaint. Second, he needs to have sucked off at least ten of my male friends,” Mary said.

Suck off other men? She can’t be serious.

“And then?” Sally asked.

“Usually, I cuff his hands behind his back, take off his chastity belt, give him a vibrator and ten minutes to figure out some way to have an orgasm,” she laughed. “I also usually have a bunch of friends to watch but today it’s just you.”

“You said usually that’s how you let him try,” Sally said. “How else.”

“Occasionally a newbie slave is here that is just starting training and we let the newbie suck him off if they beg to do it,” Mary said. “Otherwise, I let him f**k the newbie up the ass.”

“Does he always have an orgasm?” Sally asked.

“When he gets sucked off or f***s the newbie, yes,” Mary said. “When he gets to use the vibrator only about half of the time because I kind of interrupt him if I think he’s getting close and I’m not ready for him to go yet and it kind of interrupts his rhythm.”

“Well, we have a newbie here today,” Sally laughed.

“We can use your slave if you want,” Mary said. “I wish we had a few more people to watch as the degradation in their eyes that first time is priceless.”

“It’s early yet,” Sally said. “Couldn’t you invite a few more friends?”

“I can think of at least two couples who are probably available, maybe three if my friend who has a male salve is also free.” Mary said. “Let me make a few calls.”

Sally unclipped my leash and said, “Worm, I want you next to ‘faggot’ and in position one until I release you.”

***

An hour later three couples were sitting in Mary’s living room. Actually, two normal man and wife couples and one battleax of a woman with a poor wretch of a slave who had been placed in ‘position one’ next to me. Mary’s slave was busy scurrying around providing drinks for the guests.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” Mary said. “We need Worm to beg me to train him to suck dick.”

There was no way I was going to do that. They might force me to suck Faggot off but beg? Never.

“I can see by his face that he doesn’t plan to beg, Sally,” Mary laughed. “Why don’t you give him some incentive as we discussed.”

My owner looked at me and said, “I need you to crawl behind Mary, kiss her legs and beg her to train you how to suck dick.”

I kept looking straight ahead and kept my mouth shut.

“Let me tell you what happens if you don’t,” she said. “I’m going to let him f**k you up your ass.”

I still didn’t move.

“And then I will be withholding any chance of you having an orgasm for at least a year,” she said. “After which I will give you another chance to beg and if you still decline it will be two years before I will give you a chance to beg again. The time after that will be four years and then eight and… you get the idea. As a further incentive I will grant you an orgasm in some degrading fashion, of course, but tonight.”

I processed that in my mind. A year without being able to go and then I still had to beg? I couldn’t fathom it.

“What will it be, Worm?”

“Please, Miss Sally, p… please let me beg to learn how to s… s…suck d… d**k,” I stammered.

“Permission granted,” she chortled.

I left my position, crawled around behind where Mary was standing, stuck my head up under her dress and begged haltingly, “Please, Miss Mary, please t… train me to suck d… dick.”

“Well,” she smiled. “Since you asked me so nicely, I will.”

She stepped over to Faggot, dragged him to his feet, cuffed his hands behind him and removed his chastity belt.

“Crawl over here in front of Faggot, Worm,” she demanded.

I did as she asked. When I looked up, I wanted to vomit. Faggot’s d**k was hard and dripping.

“This isn’t a real man’s d**k, but for the purpose of training you we are going to pretend that this pitiful tiny thing belongs to a real man,” she said.

It didn’t look puny to me and not just because I was going to have to put it in my mouth. Either her boyfriends had porn star d***s or she was just saying that to belittle him.

“The first thing you do is to lick that precum that is drooling off the end of that poor excuse for a p***s,” she said.

I leaned in and licked. It was disgusting.

“Next, you need to lick both of his tiny nuggets for a moment and then take them into you mouth and suck on them,”

I did as she asked but they didn’t deem tiny to me.

“Finally, lick up and down the shaft and then take it in your mouth and such. At the same time move your head in and out and tickle the bottom of that worthless thing with your tongue.”

I did as she asked and within less than a minute he began spurting into my mouth.

“Do not swallow,” she demanded, “and do not let any escape.”

The fucker had so much c*m that my mouth was overflowing by the time he stopped pouring it into me.

“Crawl over and show your wife,” Mary said.

I moved to the couch and opened my mouth so that she could see the c*m.

“I can’t believe that something like this turns you on.” she said, disgustingly. “If I’d have know how sick you were I would have never married you. You really aren’t a man, are you.”

I had no way of answering with my mouth full, so I hung my head.

“Now it’s your turn, Worm,” Mary said, and don’t you dare swallow that c*m in your mouth.”

She pulled a set of handcuffs and locked my hands behind me. Then she took a key from her pocket, unlocked and removed my chastity device. Even after all of this degradation or perhaps because of it my d**k was rock hard.

“Your wife promised you an orgasm tonight. You have ten minutes to get your rocks off by f*****g my slave,” she said.

I looked around. She was going to make me f**k a guy? With all these people watching, and with a mouth full of that guy’s c*m? I was devastated.

“Nine minutes left,” she laughed.

I got behind him and tried but without my hands to guide myself into him it seemed hopeless. She continued to count the minutes down and I continued to try and poke my member into his bung hole.

Finally with less than a minute left I got luck and it went in. I pumped frantically and just managed to shoot before she grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back.

“Clean him up,” she said.

I looked at her is confusion and horror as what she wanted became clear.

“Suck your scum out of his ass,” she snapped.

I knew better than to resist so I leaned it and lapped and sucked and slurped until I felt I had gotten it all.

“One last thin, Worm,” she said, “and then you and Faggot can entertain my guests with your sweet little mouths.”

Entertain? I supposed that meant that I would be sucking the guy’s d***s and servicing the women’s p*****s. I couldn’t believe the horrible turn my life had taken.

“But first we want to see you two make out and trade that c*m back and forth.”