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ASR 11. If you want all 11 parts in a zip file, email me.



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This material contains Femdom, Mm, and extreme humiliation. If this is not
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A SLAVE'S ROAD-10





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 that…aren'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 sir…I am begging you to let me please you orally. To lick and suck
your balls….and take every inch of your beautiful cock down my throat. To
swirl my obedient tongue around your head…bringing you to a glorious orgasm.
Then of course it would be the utmost honor to swallow your cum…and 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 all…no 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 whore….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 all…not 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.



TO BE CONTINUED........






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A SLAVE'S ROAD~PART 11



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 them…..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 wasn’t 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 didn’t 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.

"Don’t 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 talked….not only with her mouth, but with her eyes as well.

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

"Why don’t 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 didn’t 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.

"I…uh…I 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.…her 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 wasn’t 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. "Didn’t you forget
something slave?"

I couldn’t think of what I did wrong. I could feel both of them glaring at
me. I lost all ability to concentrate.

"I…uh…I 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t 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 don’t 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.



TO BE CONTINUED……..






























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