I showered and thoroughly scrubbed myself over and over. I washed my hair three
times. I made sure there was no sign or smell of the act that had just
transpired. Funny, it wasn't so much for me, but for them. I knew they wanted a
spotlessly clean slave when I returned. I dried off, brushed my hair, and brushed
my teeth with my finger and toothpaste. I then walked into the bedroom. Sheila
and Tom were lying naked on top of their huge bed, holding each other, half
watching the eleven o'clock news. They looked up at me when I entered. They both
were looking at me in a different way. I knew, as did they, that our friendship
was a very small part of our relationship now. My slavery was what really
mattered to them. Sheila spoke first.

"Kneel at the foot of the bed slave."

I did as ordered, kneeling, looking at the soles of their feet.

"I want you to thank us for the privilege of being our toilet," Sheila commanded.

"Thank you Mistress and Master for allowing me to be your toilet. It was truly an
honor to receive your precious golden nectar."

"Now finalize your statement by kissing the bottom of our feet," she continued.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the bottom of both pairs of feet. Kissing
them softly and reverently.

"That was good slave. You have served us well tonight. I want you to get a good
night's sleep in the guestroom, as you will be quite busy tomorrow."

I didn't want to leave them. Even to sleep on the floor beside their bed would be
better than being separated from them. I was realizing how important they were to
me. They were becoming more and more instrumental to my self worth. I wanted and
needed their approval. I did not want to sound contrary to Sheila's command so I
softened and humbled my next statement as much as possible.

"Mistress and Master.....I uh...it would....well...."

Finally Sheila ended my babbling.

"Go ahead and say it. You have been a perfect slave tonight. You may speak your
mind."

"Thank you Mistress....I uh...you two have become very important to my
life....and tonight I went to a level of submission I never dreamed of achieving.
I would be so grateful to you if I could sleep in the same room. Even on the
floor, just to be close to you."

They both looked at me. They seemed to be touched at what I had said. Sheila
spoke again.

"You are really becoming quite dependent on us, aren't you John?"

It was more of a statement than a question. But, I knew she expected my
confirmation.

"Yes, more than I ever could have imagined ma'am."

Tom looked at his wife and spoke.

"My God Sheila, you have totally enslaved him in less than four days!"

"It has been a labor of love honey, I had no idea how easy it would be. He is the
perfect subject. His lifelong fantasies have been preparing him for this time in
his life. All I had to do was to recognize his weaknesses and exploit them.
Thanks to the luck of running into his ex wife that fateful day, we now have
ourselves a full fledged slave."

Sheila reached down and grabbed Tom's growing cock.

"You seem to like that idea hon," she smiled.

More and more," Tom answered. "The idea of having him at our beck and call all
the time......well, it is so damn sexy and powerful to me." "Me too, me too,"
Sheila dreamily responded.

They were both obviously getting hot again. Tom now had a full hard-on, and I
could see Sheila was becoming wet.

"So," Sheila said. "We will allow you to spend the night with us. Of course there
will be a price to pay," She smiled.

"Anything you wish....anything," I pleaded.

"You are truly a slut John," Tom laughed.

"You know," Sheila said. "You never did finish giving Tom his blowjob."

"I know ma'am. About the time I got him really excited, you took over."

"But you generated so much cum in his balls, one orgasm is not going to be
enough. I mean look at him. He's as hard as a rock again."

With that she started stroking his cock, never letting her eyes leave mine.

"I know what you're thinking," she continued. "You're thinking that sucking his
cock isn't much of a price to pay for the privilege of sleeping in our room
tonight. Am I right?"

"Yes ma'am," I admitted.

"Well then, what do you think we should do about that?"

I thought for a few seconds trying to come up with something. I felt like a third
grader being asked a question I didn't know in front of the entire class. The
bedroom was so silent, I could hear the clock ticking. I know they both were
enjoying my discomfort. I finally just blurted out the only thing that came to my
mind.

"I thought...uhmm...that since I served you so well tonight....you know being
your toilet and all...uh...that perhaps you would accept that as the price I
...uh...I already paid.

"Oh John," she laughed heartily. "Is that the best you can come up with? Being
our toilet is servicing our bodily functions. That's just part of being a slave.
If you think that was a one-time thing, then you better think again. In fact, if
I have to pee tonight, and don't feel like getting out of bed....guess what? You
are going to attach those talented lips around my slit, and swallow every drop."

She paused for a few seconds after that statement. Letting what she had just said
sink in. It did. Fear and excitement were running rampantly through every inch of
my body. Her laughing green eyes studied me closely. She knew exactly what I was
feeling. She then spoke again.

"Since you can't come up with anything John, I guess I will have to deem out the
necessary sacrifice."

"As long as part of it includes taking care of this hard cock," Tom added.

"Don't worry about that," Sheila laughed. "I am sure our slave is looking forward
to thatÖaren't you slut?"

"Yes Mistress," I answered.

"Why don't you tell your Master how much you are looking forward to it," she said
to me.

She was still stroking Tom's cock. You could see the purple veins starting to
show. Pre cum was oozing from his pee hole. They both were smiling at me, waiting
for my response.

"Sir. I very much want to please you."

"You can do better than that," Tom answered. "I want to hear how much you enjoy
it. I want you to beg me for the privilege."

Oh man, this was tough. This man has been my best friend for most of my life. Up
until a few days ago, I had never had a sexual thought about him or Sheila. Now
he was commanding me to beg him to suck his cock. I opened my mouth, and the
words came out effortlessly. I even amazed myself.

"Please sirÖI am begging you to let me please you orally. To lick and suck your
ballsÖ.and take every inch of your beautiful cock down my throat. To swirl my
obedient tongue around your headÖbringing you to a glorious orgasm. Then of
course it would be the utmost honor to swallow your cumÖand cleaning off any
residue left on you ."

They both smiled broadly.

"That was much better slut. Now I want you to crawl up here and start fulfilling
your promise."

I did as ordered. I crawled up onto the bed and squirmed my body from the foot
upward until my face was at his manhood. Sheila's hand was still on his cock.
With my face inches away, she pushed forward until it was touching my lips. I
started kissing and licking the head sensuously. I ran my tongue from the crack
of his ass, over the bottom of his balls, to the tip of his cock. I felt Tom's
pushing hands on the back of my head, his cock forcing my mouth open. I took it
allÖno longer choking when it slid into my throat. I became so engrossed in
pleasing him, I barely noticed Sheila leaving the bed. Tom was moaning loudly,
enjoying my talented mouth. I knew he could cum anytime he wanted, but he so
enjoyed my submission, he was holding out for as long as he could. A few I felt
the bed move. Sheila was coming up behind me. She lay on my back and nuzzled her
lips into my ear. She kissed my ear lobe and ran her tongue inside. She then
whispered to me. Her voice was soft yet demanding.

"John. I want you to get on your knees, with your ass in the air. Do not take
your mouth or attention off Tom's cock."

I did as she ordered. I then felt her hand between my cheeks. She was spreading
something creamy and slick inside my crack, mostly concentrating on my hole. As
her hand disappeared, I felt it replaced by something large and fairly hard. Her
hands grabbed my hips and her body pushed forward. I now knew what price I was
going to pay. The large dildoe worked it's head into my orifice. It felt huge!
She was pushing slowly but steadily. Finally it went past the entrance of my
hole. I relaxed as much as possible. Sheila kept fucking me deeper. I felt every
inch of it as it work it's way up my chute. Finally her body was touching mine.
It was all the way in. I felt so full, like my entire insides were stretched to
the max. Now that is was in, Sheila started to pick up her rhythm. She was
fucking me relentlessly. Meanwhile Tom was slamming his cock in and out of my
mouth. Actually grabbing my hair and forcing my head down as his pelvis moved up.
I was growing dizzy with lust. Sheila's cock in my ass was feeling better and
better. I even loved the rough way Tom was fucking my face. I felt like such a
whoreÖ.and I loved it! The pace of both of them picked up faster and faster.
Their moaning grew louder. I could feel Tom's cock swell even more inside my
mouth. His grip tightened on my head as he held it firmly. His body trembled.
Then rope after rope of thick, warm cum splashed down my throat. He just kept
cumming. I swallowed it allÖnot missing a drop. After a couple of minutes, he
released his grip. His cock was shrinking inside my mouth, and soon he pulled
out. Now my senses were solely on Sheila's cock in my ass. She was stroking me at
a fever pitch. I had never felt the sensations I was feeling now. It felt like an
itch deep down inside was being erotically scratched. My cock was hard, and my
balls full. Her pumping and moaning kept intensifying. I knew she was on the
brink of orgasm. I could have cum easily myself, but I needed their permission.
She started almost screaming with lust. Her body was twitching on my backside.
And then it happened. Her climax was long and powerful. Finally she slumped over,
her body resting on me. After a few minutes of silence she pulled out of me. Tom
was looking on in awe. He had obviously enjoyed the show. Sheila got off the bed
and I laid over on my back. For the first time I saw what was fucking me. It was
at least eight inches of a flesh colored cock. It even had it's own set of balls.
Behind the balls was a soft plastic base that molded up to her mound. Then
another cock protruded from the other side into Sheila's pussy. She pulled it out
and held it out towards me.

"You were a marvelous fuck John. So tight. Now you can take this to the bathroom
and thoroughly clean it. Just leave it on the sink top, as you will be cleaning
this entire house tomorrow."

I did as she said. When I returned to the bedroom, the lights were out. Sheila,
hearing me come in, told me to curl up at the foot of the bed and go to sleep. I
was so horny, but I knew she had chosen to deny me my orgasm. As I lay on my
back, the sole of her foot came down and rested on my face. With my balls full of
cum and her wonderful scented foot on my face, I had trouble getting to sleep. I
could hear Tom lightly snoring, and Sheila's restful breathing. Finally I dozed
off into dreamland myself.



I awoke alone, still at the foot of the bed. The morning sunlight was streaming
through the window. I just lay there and thought about what had transpired the
night before. My thoughts and feelings were mixed. Did I really commit those
acts? It almost seemed like a faded dream now. But the more awake I became, the
sharper my memory became. The servicing of Tom, the anal rape from Sheila, the
teasing humiliation from both of themÖ..and most vivid was being inside their
toilet. I could still see everything from that view at the bottom. Both fear and
excitement ran through me. I knew now, without a doubt that they were taking me
all the way. Hell, I don't know if I could leave now if I wanted to. I know my
life was changing permanently, but I also knew these delicious, submissive
feelings running through my body were something I had always craved, but never
had felt to this degree. My cock was as hard as steel. But it wasnít just my cock
that was enslaved. It was also my body, mind and soul. I stretched in the bed,
feeling some soreness from the night before. It actually felt nice, as if it were
a gift from my owners. I craned my neck to look at the clock on the table. It was
9:00. I slowly got up, stretched my naked body again, and started downstairs to
my room to shower, shave, and dress for the day. As I headed downstairs, I heard
two voices coming from the kitchen. They were both female. One was Sheila, but I
didnít recognize the other. I quietly walked through the family room toward my
bedroom, which was right before the kitchen. I slowly opened the bedroom door and
stepped inside, closing it behind me. I showered, shaved and took care of my
normal morning ritual. When I stepped back into the bedroom, I noticed there was
a pair of black silk bikini panties and a black lace apron lying on the foot of
the bed. A note lay on top of the apron. It read "put these on and report to me
in the kitchen". Sheila had signed it. I put the two items of humiliating attire
on and headed toward the kitchen. I hesitated before entering, just outside the
entryway. As if Sheila could see through the wall, she spoke loud and clear.

"Donít be bashful John, come on in."

I nervously approached the entrance and walked in. Sheila and her friend were
sitting at the table. I could tell Sheila had already been through her morning
workout. Her body glistened with a light sheen of perspiration. She wore her
spandex shorts and a black T-shirt. She had already taken off her tennies and
socks. I looked at her friend. I know I was blushing. She was smiling at me with
her perfectly white even teeth. Her eyes looking me over from top to bottom. She
was a very pretty, sassy looking black lady. Her looks reminded me of Toni
Braxton. Her chair was facing away from the table and towards me. Her hair was
cut short and stylish. Her face was beautiful, a creamy mocha complexion, high
cheekbones, full lips, cute nose, and dark intelligent eyes which sparkled with a
playful curiosity. She had obviously been working out with Sheila. She wore a one
piece, aqua green, spandex outfit. The bottom part came to the upper thigh, and
the upper was the tank top style, which bared her shoulders and cleavage. She was
petite and in shape. I would guess her height to be 5'2" and her weight at
110lbs. Her age was probably around thirty. She had her left leg over her right
and was swinging her foot. She had dancer's legs. She still had on her white
tennies and socks. Finally Sheila broke the silence.

"Kim, this is John. John this is my good friend Kim."

Kim spoke first. Her voice was perky, yet it also purred. "It's nice to meet you
John. Sheila has been telling me all about you." She had that ability to smile as
she talkedÖ.not only with her mouth, but with her eyes as well.

"Nice to meet you also Kim" I half murmured.

"Why donít you freshen up our coffee, pour yourself a cup and join in," Sheila
said.

"I will take just a touch of cream in mine," Kim added.

I poured their coffee and sat down in between them. I felt so ridiculous in my
outfit. Kim just smilingly looked me over. Every time I would look at her, her
eyes would be looking into mine, and I would look away after a second or two. She
finally spoke.

"Nice outfit John. It's really flatters you."

I thought Sheila was going to fall out of the chair laughing. Kim just kept
looking at me and smiling. Then she spoke again.

"Is it just show, or do you really clean house?"

I was so embarrassed I didnít say anything. She just kept on smiling, feeling and
enjoying my awkwardness. Sheila was still laughing.

"Well", she said. "Do you really perform maid duties or not?"

I knew now she expected an answer.

"IÖuhÖI am just learning. Sheila is training me."

Sheila lifted her bare foot and nudged my thigh. Kim could plainly see the move.

"That's Mistress Sheila, John." Sheila corrected me.

"Yes Mistress Sheila," I responded.

"And you can refer to Kim as Mistress also. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Mistress, perfectly."

Kim was just listening to all of this with a knowing smile on her pretty face.
Sheila again spoke.

"In fact, why don't you make her feel at home and ask her if she needs anything."

I looked into Kim's eyes. "Mistress Kim, is there anything I can do for you"?

"Sheila has been telling me you give a great foot massage. After our three mile
run this morning, I could sure use one."

As she said this, she swung her leg higher than usual, extended her pointed foot,
and held it there for a couple of seconds before swinging it down again. All
without breaking eye contact. This woman knew exactly what she was doing.



I got out of my chair and sat before her cross-legged. Kim uncrossed her leg and
placed her shoe on my thigh. I looked into her large brown eyes, getting lost in
them for a second. She nudged my thigh and spoke.

"Get on with it slave".

"Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress," I answered.

I unlaced her white running shoes. Pulling the shoe by the heel, I slipped it off
her foot. Her white anklet socked foot raised and pointed toward my mouth.
Holding it just inches from my mouth, she spoke again.

"Use your mouth to remove my sock, slut."

"Oh, you are a wicked one Kim," Sheila laughingly said.

"I've seen his type before. You have to establish who is in charge right away.
It's actually very close to training a dog."

Meanwhile, I had placed my lips just at the top and rear of the anklet and was
pulling it off her foot. As I pulled it down her foot, my lips and nose dragged
along her sole. MM.Öher odor was intoxicating. It was an earthy jasmine scent. It
must have been a combination of her perspiration from the run and perfume she had
put on earlier. I pulled it completely off and lay the sock down. I then did the
same with the other foot. After her feet were bare, I finally looked at them.
They were very feminine and soft. A small arch, average width, and long toes. You
could tell they were professionally taken care of. Her nails were bright red,
which contrasted nicely to her brown tops. As with most women of African
heritage, her soles were noticeably lighter than the rest of her foot. I found
this very erotic. I lifted her right foot and started kneading the sole with my
thumb. I passionately massaged her entire foot, even massaging each individual
toe softly between my thumb and finger. I worked the muscles of her legs as far
as I could reach. As I massaged, she and Sheila continued their conversation as
if I wasnít there. From what I could gather, Kim was a lawyer for one of the
brokerage firms Sheila used in her real estate deals. I could also sense they had
been good friends for a long time. Occasionally Kim would look down at me and
tell me to concentrate on this spot or rub a little harder. After a good thirty
minutes, she told me to get her and Sheila another cup of coffee. When I refilled
their cups, Sheila told me to assume the position again and massage her feet and
legs. I, of course, did as commanded. Once again I worked my magic, and once
again they basically ignored me. After another thirty minutes, Sheila told me to
start cleaning the house. I started upstairs with their bathroom, cleaning the
sinks, toilet and shower. Mopping the floor and cleaning the mirrors. After two
hours of working my ass off, I took a break. I had been sitting in one of the
bedroom chairs for only five minutes when Sheila and Kim came into the room.

"What's going on John," Sheila said seriously. "Why aren't you working?"

"I have been Mistress. I am just taking a quick break."



"Were you given permission?"

"No Mistress. I'm sorry Mistress, but I really have been working hard. Take a
look at the bathroom. It's sparkling clean, honest."

"That's not the point, John. The point is that you didn't have permission to take
a break. When you are in my servitude, you need permission for everything. In
fact, I even want you to ask permission to use the bathroom. Am I understood?"

"Yes Mistress. Again I am sorry. It won't happen again."

"You will have to be punished for this later, but right now Kim and I are going
out. When I return this afternoon, I expect this house to be spotless."

"Yes Mistress. It will be."

"Then crawl over here and tell Kim how nice it was making her acquaintance."

I got off the chair and crawled to the two women. On my knees before them, I
looked up into Kim's smiling face. "It was nice to meet you Kim."



Her smile left her face as she looked down at me. "Didnít you forget something
slave?"

I couldnít think of what I did wrong. I could feel both of them glaring at me. I
lost all ability to concentrate.

"IÖuhÖI can't think of anything."

Kim looked at Sheila and rolled her eyes. Sheila looked at Kim and nodded.

"Go ahead Kim, he deserves it."

Before I knew what happened, Kim backhanded me hard across the face. Then she
came back to my other cheek. It all happened so fast, I didnít have time to
defend myself. She then placed her bare foot on my chest and pushed me hard. I
went flying and landed on my back. She immediately was hovering over me. I felt
her foot on my crotch. I squirmed as she pushed harder. I was becoming genuinely
scared, as it was becoming quite painful. Sheila had come over and placed her
foot on my chest, as if to stop my squirming. Kim again spoke. This time there
was a hard edge to her voice.

"Now can you remember?"

My mind was now useless. I couldnít even talk. She saw all of this and more in my
eyes. She pushed harder into my crotch. I grimaced in pain, pleading with my
eyes. I saw her eyes soften, not in pity, but in lust. As the pressure of her
foot grew, she spoke slowly and very deliberately.

"About two hours ago, at the kitchen table, what did your owner say was the
proper way to address me?"

It hit me like a ton of bricks. How could I be so stupid?

"Mistress. She told me to address you as Mistress. I am so sorry Mistress."

She released the pressure of her foot. I am sure she could sense my body relax a
bit. Sheila stepped back a couple of steps to watch Kim's next move. Kim walked
over to the chairs by the fireplace. Her and Sheila sat down. Sheila then snapped
her fingers. I was then given the order to crawl over and kneel in front of them.
As I knelt before them, Sheila began to speak.

"John, Kim is a long time friend of mine. We are business acquaintances, but go
back much further than that. As you know, my parents are quite wealthy. When I
was growing up, it was common for wealthy people of their generation to have a
black maid. Well, Kim's mother was my parent's maid. She was like a part of the
family. She would come every Monday and Friday. In the summer, she would bring
Kim over. Even though Kim is younger than I am, we became close friends. When Kim
graduated from high school she got a scholarship to I.U. She went to law school
after that and passed the bar. She knows all about Tom and me. She also knows all
about you, John. There are a few special people that I am going to loan you out
to. Kim is one of them. In fact, she and those other people are going to be an
intricate part of your training."

I was stunned. I had no idea there were such elaborate arrangements for me. It
was becoming very evident that my slavery had been carefully planned out. This
time Kim started speaking.

"John, just to give credit where credit is due. Sheila's father had a lot to do
with me getting that scholarship. He was and still is a mover and shaker in this
state. I never had a father when I was growing up; both of Sheila's parents
treated me like one of their own children. You should also know that during grad
school, I had a slave. He was a white under graduate student. He served me for
almost two years. We eventually went our separate ways, but I still have very
fond memories. Since then I have been engaged, but that eventually broke off. I
now just play the field. I haven't had another submissive man since grad school,
so I am really looking forward to using you John."

My head was reeling. In all my wildest fantasies I never thought that I would
ever go this far. The two women were silently looking me over, as if trying to
decide what bombshell to hit me with next. Sheila spoke next.

"John, in order to get you to where we want you, there is going to be discipline
involved. I told you that I would punish you later for taking a break without
permission. Then you forgot to address Kim properly. Since that you know Kim is
going to help train you, I think the three of us should take a walk out to the
barn and start your training in earnest. I know we are not dressed in our
leathers as you see your fantasy Dommes in the magazines. But this isn't fantasy
John. If you donít know by now, you soon will, that power does not come from
outer attire. It comes from our intelligence and our desire to enslave you. So,
dressed as we are, let's take that walk."

I started to rise, but Kim put her foot in my thigh and told me to stay. Sheila
got up and walked into the closet. She soon returned with a leather strap and a
cat of nine tails. She also collared and leashed me. I was scared. I knew I was
going to be punished, as I never had before. There was no giggling or funny chat.
They were taking this very seriously. As Kim stood, Sheila gave the leash a sharp
tug indicating that I should stand also. The two women then walked out of the
room, pulling me behind them. As we reached the garage entrance, Sheila had me
take off my apron and panties. I was totally nude now. I was then led through the
garage and outside. The sun was back out and the warmth had returned. As I walked
behind them towards the barn, I watched the soles of their feet starting to turn
dirty. I also felt my balls filling up with cum. I knew they were going to hurt
me, but that was all right, I was their property.