It all started a little over two years ago. I was reading some female domination material on a Thursday night. It was your usual stuff, mostly articles written by professional Mistresses.

As usual I was in that delicious horny state where I had no limits to my servitude. I started reading a story about a wife who was training her husband to submit to her every whim. She had him to the point where he was not only serving her sexually, but was also doing all the housework, laundry, and even being loaned out on Saturdays to clean her girlfriend's apartment.

It was a scenario I had read many times before, but it was still making me horny. As the story continued, the husband became more and more submissive to her needs. Then came the part that planted a fertile seed in my subconscious.

She told her husband this particular Saturday night she was going out with a friend, and she expected him to be kneeling at the front door when she got home, no matter how late. She told him he was to be wearing only pink panties and an apron.

Several hours later when she arrived home, he was dutifully kneeling at the door. She walked in handing her husband her coat.

As hubby went to hang up her coat, she said to him, "Might as well wait honey, my friend will be here any second".

I was thinking she brought back her girlfriend. A minute later the doorbell rang, and hubby was ordered to answer it. When he opened the door, a man was standing on the porch. Hubby froze in his tracks obviously thinking (like me) it was going to be a woman.

The wife came to the door yelling at her slave.

"Are you just going to stand there and stare? Let Nick in!"

Nick walked right past hubby and the two started making out. For some reason my dick grew about two inches.

As the wife and Nick started for the living room, she looked at hubby and told him to bring her and Nick a glass of Chablis each. When hubby, still in shock, returned with the wine, the two lovebirds were on the sofa. The wife had Nick's dick in her hand, lovingly stroking it.

As hubby started to come out of his shock he asked what was going on. His wife simply stated that he was nothing more than her slave now. She said she still needed to feel like a real woman, something he could not do any more. She gave him the ultimatum right there; obey her totally or leave for good.

Hubby broke down crying on the spot begging her not to leave him, saying he would do anything she desired. About this time my dick was actually throbbing.

The wife smiled wickedly at her husband's response. She turned to Nick and said "Did you hear that Nick, our slave says he will do anything for us."

For some reason, by her using the word "our" and "us" made my dick go into a twitching spasm. I had never had gay feelings in my life. I was confused, but never hornier.

She then told hubby to start undressing both of them, starting with her. As hubby removed her heels, she put her nylon toes on his mouth, looked him straight in the eye and said "Nick and I have been lovers for months. He is moving in tomorrow. You will be responsible for both of our needs, and I mean both! I expect total obedience from you when Nick orders you to do something, no matter what it is. Am I understood?"

The only response was a sobbing "Yes Mistress".

The wife, moving her foot to her hubby's crotch, viciously slapped his face. "Yes Mistress and what slave?"

After a long day at work I came home, showered, and got ready for the trip. Tom picked me up about six. I was surprised to see Sheila with him. Originally it was just Tom and myself going, but Sheila's weekend plans fell through at the last minute. She had planned to go shopping with two of her friends in Chicago. No big deal. They had a 20 foot Ranger bass boat, a full size Ford van, and a tent that slept six. Plus Sheila loved to fish also. It was a three-hour drive to the lake, so we stopped and got a case of Mich light and put it on ice. Once we were outside of the city, I reached for the beer and passed it around. Man! That cold beer tasted good. It had been a tough week at work, and I was ready for some fun. Tom was driving, Sheila was in the front passenger seat, and I was sitting behind Tom. All of our seats were the swivel captain's type that were so popular in the vans then.

Tom and Sheila were a striking couple. They had both kept themselves in great shape. Sheila was 5'8", 135 lbs., strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, and the most beautiful pair of legs you could imagine. Her breast weren't huge, but proportionate to her body. Ah, and her face was uniquely sexy, a little wide, high cheekbones, dimples, flawless skin, slightly oversized mouth and lips, and a winning smile. Every year she became more beautiful. Tom was 6'1", 190, black hair and blue eyes. He had olive smooth skin, and not a lot of body hair. He had broad shoulders and defined muscles. He was a handsome man.

They had found out early in their marriage that Sheila could not have children. Although it was a tough blow to them, they soon recouped and realized that a childless marriage had its advantages too. They were always busy fishing, traveling, and sometimes taking separate vacations. They seemed to have the perfect life.

By the way, you know all these deep, dark secrets about me, and don't even know my name or what I look like. My name is John. I'm 5'11", brown hair and eyes. I weigh 180 pounds. I'm not what you call a muscle man, but I do keep in shape. I've been told I have a cute butt. Now that that's out of the way, let us get back to the story.

We were on our second beer, shooting the shit like old friends do, when I noticed Sheila was dangling her shoe on her toes. She had her chair turned about half way between Tom and me. She was wearing a black halter-top, which showed her creamy bare shoulders and firm midriff. It also showed about three inches of cleavage. She had on a pair of black denim short shorts. Following her long, muscular legs down to her feet, she was wearing a pair of black, soft leather flats. She had her right leg crossed over her left, and was just about to lose her shoe. Between her shoe and last night's story, I was having trouble paying attention to the conversation.

"John, oh John, this is Earth to Mars," she was saying.

I finally realized she was talking to me. I looked up from her foot to respond. She had a knowing smile on her face. At that moment I felt so naked, as if she knew everything about me.

I finally said, "I'm sorry, must have been daydreaming about those bass we're going to catch tomorrow."

Looking me right in the eyes, she sarcastically said "Right John."

At the same time I heard her shoe drop to the floor. Her eyes didn't leave mine. The next five seconds seemed like an hour. I could actually feel myself getting warm. I couldn't help it. I looked down at her bare foot with her watching me. I looked back into her smiling eyes. Something passed between us during that moment.

"Tom, are you ready for another beer?" She asked.

"No thanks Hon, I still have quite awhile to drive."

She then looked at me.

"John, get me another one."

I don't know if my imagination was working overtime or not. I mean her voice was friendly, but at the same time a little demanding. It wasn't a question, and there wasn't any please. I decided to test the waters a little.

"Anything the lady wishes," I said half jokingly.

"Oh Oh!" Tom laughed. "You don't say that to Sheila, she'll take advantage of you in a New York minute."

I reached for the beer, popped the cap, and handed it to her.

"Thank you John," she said a little too cheerily.

She then turned directly toward Tom, put her bare foot on his thigh. "Tom, I've been in my heels all day, how about a little massage?"

"I've got something for you to massage right here," Tom laughingly said as he grabbed his crotch. "You sure love to be pampered, lady."

"Look who's talking, your every bit as demanding as me," she laughed back.

Tom smiled at her "You're right, what we need is a 20 year old fox to wait on both of us."

"Why does it have to be a female? I think a man would be much more interesting, don't you John?"

She was watching my eyes very carefully. It was as if Wonder Woman had her truth lasso around me. I couldn't lie.

"I guess so," I said.

"Good!" Tom laughed, "Then you can massage her feet!"

Sheila swiveled her chair toward me. "Do you mind?"

"No, not at all," I said.

"Good," Sheila smiled. "Then why don't you move to the right chair so we can be more comfortable."

I changed seats.

"I told you she'd take over," Tom chuckled.

"So what if I'm a little assertive? You don't mind, do you John?"

She was really putting me on the spot. I couldn't tell if Tom and her were kidding or half-serious. I checked out Tom in the rear view mirror. He had a smile on his face, but it was more of a "cat got the mouse" type smile. I decided to wade a little deeper.

"You can be as assertive as you wish with me," I said.

"Go for it Hon," Tom smiled. "He's asking for it."

She just smiled and placed her bare foot on my thigh. God, she had beautiful feet! I would guess she wore a size nine. She had high arches with long toes that were a little plump. Her second toe was longer than her big toe. She either took great care of her feet herself, or had them professionally done. The nails were trimmed to perfection ending with the tip of the toes. They had the European style cut where they were squared at the end. They were polished with a clear lacquer.

I had given many massages before. Let's face it, if you're a sub that's one of the main requirements. I had even taken classes and studied reflexology. To me, it was a labor of love.

I pressed my thumb firmly right under the ball of her foot and started my magic. In a few minutes Sheila's eyes were half closed. She had a faint, faraway smile on her lips. I moved down to her toes, massaging each one and in between them as well. I moved up her tight calves and soon had them relaxed.

Tom looked over at her contented face. "Damn Sheila, is he that good?"

Sheila just smiled more and said, "You wouldn't believe it."

I spent the next hour pampering her. I was so tempted to put my lips on her foot, but I somehow refrained.

Right before we arrived at the lake we stopped at a nice country restaurant and had dinner. The food was good and the company was great. All the sudden I was looking at my two best friends almost as if they were strangers. I had never fantasized about them sexually before. Don't get me wrong, I have always found Sheila sexy, but just always looked at her and Tom as good friends.

We finally arrived at the campgrounds a little after nine. It seemed fairly deserted. Probably everyone was waiting for the July 4th weekend. We found a perfect spot. It was a small clearing surrounded by trees. I don't think there was another camper within a mile. We had all done this many times before, so by ten the campsite was in order, even the fire was burning.

The night was beautiful. The sky was clear, the stars bright, and the crickets were loud. Tom and I were drinking a beer by the fire, while Sheila was doing something in the tent. I always knew Tom never had a jealous bone in his body, so when he asked me if I enjoyed giving Sheila a massage, I gave him an honest answer.

"I loved massaging her, but not in the way you think," I answered.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked.

"This might surprise you coming from a man. It's kind of hard to explain, but I....I enjoy giving pleasure more than receiving it."

He looked directly in my eyes. "It might surprise you that I know quite a bit about alternative lifestyles John. Everybody's different… And as long as everyone is adult and consents, I see nothing wrong with following your desires, no matter what they are.

About that time Sheila walked out of the tent. She had changed her clothes to a pair of faded levis and a red and black checked flannel shirt. She still wore her leather flats. Her hair was a bit disheveled, her eyes shining, and her smile was big. She looked beautiful.

"What are you two talking about, fishing?"

Tom was never the one to beat around the bush.

"Nope. We we're just starting to discuss sexual lifestyles."

Sheila smiled.

"Mmm, interesting. Sounds like a good time for a little truth or dare."

"So who goes first?" I asked

"We're all good friends here," Sheila said "So let's cut the dare part and just be totally honest with each other. One question at a time for each person. John you go first."

"I'm going to need another beer for this." I said.

Sheila laughed. "Must be a few dark secrets we don't know about."

"Could be."

"Better get me another one too," Tom said.

"A little nervous, Tom?" I asked.

"No, I just have a feeling once we start these revelations, no one's going to want to leave, even for a minute."

I grabbed a couple of beers and handed one to Tom. I sat down, opened the beer, and looked at Sheila.

"O.K. My first question is for you Sheila. Have you ever been with another man? If so how many and who were they?"

Sheila giggled. "You don't waste any time. By the way, that's three questions, but the answer to the first one is yes. Hon, you can go next."

The question didn't even phase her or Tom. I had a tight feeling in the pit of my stomach. I downed about half my beer in one gulp. I knew by the time this game was over that my two best friends would know everything about me. What the hell, after the ride down here, I'm sure they had suspicions anyway.

"All right John. You obviously enjoyed massaging Sheila, you also admitted your pleasure is giving more than receiving. My question is would you also massage a man if asked to do so?"

All the sudden my mouth went dry. I took another swig. Both Tom and Sheila were watching my eyes as if trying to detect something. I decided to be truthful. Not only with this question but all of them, no matter how personal. I knew they were good enough friends to accept me as I am, even if it wasn't their thing. Once I made that decision, I felt the weight on my shoulders disappear. I gave them my answer.

"Yes, with the right man and the right situation."

They both smiled as if my answer pleased them. Sheila's turn was next. She looked at me for about a minute without saying anything. I was starting to become a little uncomfortable. She seemed to be enjoying it.

"John, do you have a foot fetish?"

I paused about ten seconds, looked her in the eyes and said yes. She didn't seem surprised. It's as if she knew my answer already, but needed my verbal admittance. For what, I didn't know.

"Since we're on the subject of feet," I said. "Did you enjoy my massage half as much as you seemed to? And be honest, you're not going to hurt my feelings."

"Such an easy question John. Yes I enjoyed it thoroughly. You have some very talented hands. That's why I thought you had a foot fetish. Most men would spend about five minutes down there, I had the feeling you would still be there if I wanted you to."

Damn. She was so perceptive. It seemed she was always a step ahead of me. I was also turned on like never before. She was a master at pushing the right buttons at the right time.

"All right, my turn again." Tom said. "John, since we now know you have a foot fetish, would you have liked to do more than just massage Sheila's feet?

The silence was unreal. I think the crickets even stopped chirping. Sheila had an amused look on her face. Tom was also smiling, enjoying my embarrassment.

"Come on John," Sheila said, "We're all friends here. Besides, I love to have my toes sucked."

Her total honesty and casual openness seemed to have pushed me over the line. Instead of calmly answering Tom's question, I sounded more like a criminal blurting out a confession.

"All right! I would have loved to suck your toes. I could worship them forever!"

Instead of hearing the expected laughter, Sheila moved over and put her arm around me.

"Don't be embarrassed. You can be yourself around us. Matter of fact, the more we're finding out about you, the more interesting you are."

"Everybody has there own kinks," Tom said.

"Then what's yours?" I asked.

"I think you're going to find out before the night's over." Tom answered back.

"Besides, it's my turn to ask the question," Sheila said.

She had taken her arm away, but was still sitting right next to me. When she spoke, I had a feeling my confessions were just starting.

"All right John. Now that we know you'd like to worship my feet, I'm going to ask you a very personal question. I'm pretty sure I know your answer. If your answer is what we think, then this part of the game is over, but our discussion will just be beginning. Since most men with a foot fetish are also sexually submissive, I'd like to know if you are?"

I looked at Sheila and Tom. I couldn't tell what they were thinking. They were both wearing poker faces. There was only one answer anyway, the truth.

"Yes, I am a sexual submissive, subservient, slave, what ever you wish to call me."

As soon as I said that, I could feel the blood rushing to my face. I hope I didn't sound like a pervert to them. They both looked at each other and smiled.

"We were hoping you'd say that." Tom said. "As I said earlier, Sheila and I aren't as naive as you might think. Since you've been doing most of the confessing, let us do some of our own. We've been swinging with the same two couples for almost ten years."

I was shocked at his statement. I didn't say anything.

"We're very good friends with them, John." Sheila said. "And we have an agreement that no one goes outside of the circle unless everyone knows. That never happened until about two years ago. That's when one of the couples acquired a slave. All of us had talked about D&S relationships before. And we have read a lot of material on it. However, no one in the group is submissive. The other two couples are very open sexually, but are as demanding as Tom and I. Well, almost as demanding. Anyway, the other couple kept going on how great it is to own a slave. So we asked them if they would mind bringing her to our next party."

"We enjoyed her so much" Tom said. "Not only did we use her that night, the couple loaned her to us for the entire weekend."

"God, it was great getting up the next morning and not having to worry about cleaning up the mess. She even brought us the paper and served us coffee in bed," Sheila smiled. "And of course the best part was the sex, she truly loved to serve. After that weekend we knew we had to find a slave for our own."

"We placed an ad in some magazines," Tom said "And even interviewed a few potentials, in public places of course. But none of them seemed to be just right."

"As you know John," Sheila said, "Both of us have good careers going for us. We have to be very careful with whom we play with, especially when entering this lifestyle. We decided after several interviews that going with a stranger wouldn't work."

"We almost gave up," Tom said "It just wasn't worth the risk of getting involved with someone who could ruin your life by exposing you to the wrong people. I mean, let's face it, most of society still thinks that D&S is whips and chains. They don't understand how mentally erotic it really is. God, the worst turnoff I could imagine is forcing someone to do something against their will."

"Like Tom said, we had almost given up. Then last month I was shopping downtown and I ran into your ex. You know we always got along well with Susan. It was a shame you two couldn't work it out. Anyway, we decided to have lunch together. We had a couple of glasses of wine too many and started to talk about sex. Susan was saying she was very happy with her new husband in almost every way, but still missed your special talents. Of course my interest was piqued."

"I asked her what were these special talents you had. She said she better not say. We had a little more wine and she spilled her guts. She told me you loved being a slave to her. She said you loved going down on her for hours. Susan also told me all about your foot fetish. She told me the sex became more and more D&S orientated. After a while it was too much for her. I guess you wanted to serve her full time, and she wanted a lover too. She still has fond memories of you. She's tried to get her husband Scott to submit a little, but I guess he's not the slave type. She even said the best of both worlds would be to have her husband as her lover, and you as her slave."

"You should have seen how excited Sheila was when she came home late that afternoon." Tom said. "I thought she ran into the biggest sale of the year. I asked what she bought, and she told me nothing. Then why all the excitement I asked. She told me she had some possibly very good news, and we should go out to our favorite restaurant and talk about it. I asked her just to tell me now, but she insisted this could be worth celebrating."

"Tom and I got a booth where we had total privacy. I got right to the point with him. Are you still interested in a slave, I asked? Tom almost choked on his drink. Of course I am he answered. I told him I think I might have found the perfect person, but there might be one problem. What kind of problem he asked. The person is a man, I told him."

"Before she goes any further John, let me explain something first. I'm not gay. I have had some bi experiences with our circle of friends. I'm not going to lie to you. I really like being sucked by another man, but I don't like reciprocating. I guess it's kind of a power rush when I see another man down on his knees giving me head. And man, Sheila really gets hot watching."

I couldn't believe I was hearing this. It was like I was in a trance. They were so open, so confident. Even when Tom admitted he was bi, he didn't hesitate a second. I was speechless, but hanging on to every word.

"Tom didn't seem shocked when I told him it was a man." Sheila said. "Of course he asked who it was. I told him it was someone we both knew and trusted. He was really curious now. I then told him he's one of our best friends. Tom said, 'You mean John?' The one and only, I said. I went on to explain that I had lunch with Susan and how she gave me the scoop on you. Tom and I talked about you for hours. When we got home, we talked about you for half the night, then had some of the best sex we've had in a long time the other half. That was the night we came up with the scheme to get you away for the weekend. I didn't have any plans to go shopping."

"This whole trip has been carefully planned. We're not trying to set you up, John. This is the only way we could be sure. You will always be one of our best friends. If you decide you don't want this relationship with us, nothing changes. We totally understand and accept your decision. If you decide you would like to serve us, you will still be our friend. However, you will also be our slave. We are very demanding John. We will not do anything against your will, but we will always be trying to expand your horizons. We have educated ourselves enough on this lifestyle to know that a true submissive really craves that feeling of being owned. Believe me when I tell you this John, if you decide to submit to us, we will own you."

"We have a lot to talk about tonight John." Tom said. "We have questions for you, and I'm sure you have plenty for us. If you do decide to serve us, you should know that Sheila would be doing most of the training. It was her idea originally to find a slave. However, you will be serving both of us. The idea of you, and not some stranger, submitting to our every whim really turns me on."

"Before we go any further" Sheila said "Tom and I need to know if we are wasting ours and your time talking about this possibility. I know we have to discuss lots of details, but does the idea of being our slave appeal to you?"

The feelings I had at this moment were indescribable. I was turned on beyond belief. I was also scared as hell. I felt like I was in some erotic dream. I had absolutely no doubt that I wanted to serve them.

"The idea of being your slave," I said, "would be a dream come true. I have been with a few women who played the dominant role. It was a short-term game to them, just another variety of sex. Don't get me wrong, I was grateful for them trying out my fantasy, but it seemed it was never really their fantasy. You can't imagine how many times I've dreamed of being truly owned."

Both Sheila and Tom smiled broadly. I could tell my answer pleased them very much.

"Now that we know you find the idea appealing, let's cover the possible obstacles." Sheila said. "John, the only way we can get past this next part is to be very direct and honest. You will be expected to serve Tom sexually as well as myself. Do you have a problem with this?"

"I'm not gay, and I've never been with another man. But I am a sexual submissive. Last night I was reading a story about a husband who served his wife and her male lover. Before I could finish the story, I had a very explosive orgasm. So, the answer to your question is I don't think I will have a problem with serving both of you."

"Well, the biggest obstacle is out of the way," Sheila smiled.

I sensed they were both relieved after my answer.

"Now I'm going to tell you what will be generally expected of you John. If you have any comments or questions feel free to jump in. You will not be allowed any sexual relief without our permission. You will not only be serving us sexually, but in many other ways also."

"What are some of the other ways?" I asked.

"Maid, chauffeur, cook, even as furniture." Sheila laughed. "Don't you think John would make a great footstool, Tom?"

"You know, he would look good in front of our family room sofa," Tom chuckled.

"We're not sadist John, but you can expect a certain amount of discipline, especially during the early training period." Sheila said. "You will also be expected to perform some very humiliating tasks."

"And what might those be?" I asked.

"We have to have some surprises, John," Sheila smiled.

For the next minute Sheila and Tom both watched me closely. The night sounded so eerie. The crickets, the crackling of the fire, the leaves rustling from a light breeze. They all sounded amplified. I was waiting for their next move. Then Sheila spoke.

"John."

"Yes Sheila"

"I have outlined what will be expected of you. If you do decide to submit, your servitude will start immediately. Your code word will be red. Anytime you truly just can't take anymore, no matter what it is, then use the code word. We will stop immediately. I realize there will be times you will be begging, even crying for mercy. If you do not use the code word John, there will be little or no mercy. Do you understand everything I have discussed?

"Yes," I answered

"Are you ready to make your decision?" Sheila asked.

"Yes."

"Then what is that decision, John?"

"I would be honored to serve you both," I answered.

Tom scooted over right next to Sheila. They both hugged and kissed each other. I almost felt like an outsider looking in. Then Sheila looked at me. Her eyes were filled with lust. She spoke with softness, calmness, and total confidence.

"It's been a long night John. Tom and I are going to retire for the night. You will put out the fire, clean this mess up, and then ask permission to enter our tent."

"As you wish Sheila," I said.

"We might as well get this straight now John. When we are in private you will address me as Mistress, Ms. Sheila, or ma'am. You will address Tom as Master or sir. Is that understood?"

"Yes Mistress," I said.

Sheila turned her attention to Tom. "I think he's going to be well worth the wait."

"I couldn't agree more" Tom smiled.

"We'll see you inside the tent in no more than fifteen minutes, slave." Sheila said.

"And make sure the fire is completely out." Tom added.

"Yes sir." I replied.

Sheila and Tom went inside the tent leaving me with my chores. I noticed that as soon as I committed myself, their attitudes changed immediately. I sensed aloofness in them, as if they were better than me. I was a nervous wreck. I had never been so excited and scared in my life. I was dizzy with lust. I soon had all the beer cans put away, made sure all the food was protected from the raccoons, and put the fire out. I walked to the entrance flap of the tent. I heard them talking and laughing inside. I tapped on the canvas door.

"Yes?" answered Tom.

"May I have permission to come in sir?"

I heard them talking to each other, but they kept their voices low enough where I couldn't understand what they said. Sheila spoke next.

"We want you to get on your knees slave, and crawl in our tent. You will come just inside the door and wait for further instructions."

I dropped to my knees. I then opened the flap and crawled in. The inside was illuminated softly with a lantern. The tent was very spacious. You could easily stand up in it. Of course, I didn't have to worry about that. A twin-size air mattress was centered against the back of the tent, laying lengthwise from back to front. It was covered with a white sheet. Light blue blankets were turned down about half way down the bed. Two large feather pillows lay at the head. I noticed a single air mattress was lying at the foot of their mattress. It had a sheet and blanket of it's own. The head area was at the left foot of their mattress as you faced toward the end. It had no pillow.

As I was taking all of this in, Tom and Sheila were smiling at me. Tom was sitting in a lawn chair to the right of their bed. He had on a dark blue terry cloth robe. I don't know what was underneath. His legs and feet were bare. Sheila was standing to his right, between him and the mattress. She had removed her jeans but still had on her red and black checked flannel shirt. It wasn't buttoned at all. Through the opening of the shirt I could see her breast were bare. I could also see she had on black bikini panties. She had put a gold anklet on her left ankle. Her left hand was on her husband's shoulder and her right hand was holding a collar and leash. She looked positively beautiful. It was Sheila who spoke first.

"We want you completely naked slave. Fold your clothes and put them at the foot of your bed. Then crawl over and kneel in front of us."

I did as she ordered without saying a word. I was now kneeling in front of them. I could smell Sheila's perfume. It smelled faintly of an exotic wildflower. Sheila spoke again.

"You're not what you really called well hung, are you? No matter, you won't be using it much anyway. Tonight you are going to start getting used to the smells and tastes of our bodies. You will only touch us when told to do so. You will also wear this collar as a symbol of your submission."

Her voice wasn't stern. She wasn't yelling. She was even smiling when she was talking to me. She was cool and confident. I found her so sexy. My dick was starting to grow.

She stepped right in front of me. Her mound was no more than two inches from my face. I could actually smell her excitement. She placed the collar around my neck and fastened it. She then attached the leash. She patted my head.

"Your such a nice dog," she chuckled. "Do you know any tricks?"

I was silent. She suddenly jerked the leash.... Hard.

"Heel!" she commanded as she pulled me to her right.

I heeled by her side. She walked in front of me about six feet, the length of the leash. She stood there smiling at me, feet slightly apart. Tom was sitting comfortably in his chair, ankles crossed in front of him and a large smile across his face. He was truly enjoying this show. He had untied his robe. He was playing with himself. His cock was rock hard. It was also quite large. A good eight inches, and thick. He was much larger than I was.

"Crawl!" Sheila pulled the leash toward her.

I knelt right in front of her.

"Roll over on your back, dog."

I lay on my back with my head at her feet.

"Your such an obedient little dog," she teased.

She then stepped over my face, and sat on the edge of the air mattress. I was laying about two feet away. She had her knees bent so her heels were touching the edge of the mattress. She then crossed her left leg over her right. Her foot was swinging over my face. God, what a beautiful sight! Her toes looked so long and plump, her arch so high. The ankle bracelet was the perfect touch. Her foot kept getting lower and lower. It was now an inch above my face. I could smell its aroma. The combination of her foot being in her leather flats and tennies all evening gave off an earthy sexy smell. It was intoxicating. She finally lowered her foot onto my face. The smell and feel of her foot on my face was overwhelming. I never felt more submissive in my life. She then spoke.

"I'm ready to see just how good your mouth is, slut. I want you to worship my foot from heel to toe. If you do a good job, I'll let you do the other.

I started at her toes. Slowly and sensuously sucking them, licking in between them. I could taste and feel a little toe jam in my mouth. I savored it like fine caviar. My passion kept growing. I was a madman inside, trying to stay half way calm on the outside. I continued down her sole, nibbling gently with my teeth at the ball of her foot, kissing her instep, sucking on her heel. I noticed her breathing was growing quite heavy. This gave me a sense of pride that I was pleasing her. I knew her spell was being wound very secure around me.

"Mmm," she groaned, "You were born to serve!"

She then uncrossed her leg, laid back on the mattress, and placed her other foot on my face. Her left foot rested on my chest.

"Worship!" was the only word she said.

I worshipped her other foot with as much or more passion than the first. She was really turned on, moaning when my warm wet tongue snaked between her toes, and lapped at her sole. I could smell that her pussy was getting more excited. I glanced over at Tom. He was stroking his cock, obviously getting off on my slavish actions. His eyes met mine and the corners of his mouth turned up in a slight smile. I turned my attention back to worshipping his wife's foot.

Then Tom got up and stepped above my chest, one leg on each side of me, facing my head. He once again locked his eyes on mine. He then removed his robe, and threw it on the chair. His huge dick seemed to have a life of it's own, throbbing above me. He stroked it a few times never taking his eyes away from mine. He then stepped over me and lay beside Sheila. They started making out with incredible passion . Soon they were going at each other like a couple of animals. I saw Sheila's shirt land on the floor beside me. I just watched in awe as these two people made love. I could see Sheila's hand grasping her panties while Tom was on top of her, fucking the hell out of her. Their moans were growing louder and louder. You could tell they were reaching their peak. Soon, they were both screaming, each having an explosive orgasm.

It got very quiet. I could hear the crickets again outside the tent. Then I heard them whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears. Sheila's voice almost startled me.

"John?"

"Yes Mistress?"

"Lay on your back on the mattress at the foot of our bed."

"Yes ma'am."

I laid down as she instructed me to. I heard them whispering something, then chuckling. The lantern was still burning. I heard someone get up. The footsteps were coming towards me. Sheila was standing by the head of my mattress. She looked down at me and smiled. She was naked, but holding her black panties against her pussy.

"As I told you earlier John, you need to get used to the taste and smells of our bodies."

She was rubbing her panties inside of her crotch.

"I can't think of a better way to get started than to taste my cum soaked panties the rest of the night. Open your mouth."

I opened wide. She stepped above my face, and took the panties away. A glob of cum fell out of her pussy and landed on the right side of my face.

"Oh. We can't waste that now, can we?"

She then scooped up most of the cum with her toes, and stuck them in my mouth. It tasted salty.

"Make sure you get it all, John. I don't want sticky toes," she laughed.

Tom was sitting up in bed watching the entire show. His dick was already hard again.

After I cleaned the cum completely off her foot, she then sat on my chest. Her bare pussy was actually touching me. I felt honored. Her pussy was beautiful, soft lips and a small triangle of reddish blonde pubic hair. It had been perfectly trimmed. She told me to open my mouth again. She then stuffed the soaked panties inside my mouth. I could immediately taste both her and Tom's cum. At first it was so strong, but after their juices started mixing with my saliva, and I started swallowing, it became mellower.

"I want those to stay in there all night. Is that understood slave?"

I nodded my head yes.

"Good, and don't jack-off either." She patted my cheek a couple of times with her hand.

"Sleep well," she laughed.

She then got up and instead of walking around me she stepped on my chest on her way back to bed. I was so horny; my balls were starting to hurt. Sheila stopped about half way up their bed. She lay next to Tom, with her head at his crotch. She started going down on him. She made sure I could see everything perfectly. She turned and looked at me.

"Watch carefully, you may be next," she said.

Tom started moaning louder and louder. When he was ready to cum, she climbed on top of him, and fucked the hell out of him. Once again, they both had intense orgasms. Tom reached over and turned down the lantern.

"Good night slut," Tom said.

"Good night sir," I muffled through the panties.

Sheila and Tom fell asleep holding each other. I had a serious case of blue balls. I couldn't help it. I stroked my dick a couple of times and came all over the blanket. I soon drifted off to sleep.

I awoke with a foot in my face. Sheila was standing above me smiling down at me. She had already freshened up and changed into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. She was still barefoot. Tom was putting his shoes on.

"Wake up sleepy head," she chirped, "You've got breakfast to cook."

She kicked the blanket off me. Her smile left her face and her eyes narrowed.

"What's this, John," she asked, pointing her foot to a wet spot in the blanket.

I took the panties out of my mouth.

"I.......I couldn't help it," I stuttered, "I was so horny I needed relief."

I had never seen Sheila mad before. I'm sure Tom and her had their arguments, but she was always pleasant in front of me.

"Get on your knees, NOW!" she ordered.

I obeyed. She put her hand under my chin, forcing my face upward. She lowered her face about a foot away from mine. When she spoke her voice was low, almost a whisper.

"You've committed your first mistake. When I tell you to do something, you do it. When I tell you not to do something, then don't do it."

"But my balls were".........

SMACK

She slapped my face with such force, I fell over. I couldn't believe she hit me. By this time Tom was by her side, looking on. She rolled me on my back with her foot. She was deceivingly strong. She put her foot on my chest and leaned her weight on it. Her eyes narrowed again when she spoke.

"There are no excuses when you're a slave. This is not a damn game John. If you're not serious about this commitment, then we'll end this relationship right now. Am I understood?"

"Yes Mistress," I stammered.

"Then get your ass out there and cook our breakfast. We want scrambled eggs, bacon, and coffee. We'll deal with your punishment later."

"Yes Ma'am."

She took her foot off me and walked away. I got dressed, went outside, and started the fire. By the time they came out, the coffee was made and I was just mixing the eggs. They bought out two lawn chairs and sat down in them.

"We'll take some coffee over here," demanded Tom.

"Yes sir," I replied. "Sugar or cream?"

"Black for both of us," Sheila said.

I served their coffee. She seemed like she was in a better mood. At least I hoped so. I could still feel the sting in my cheek. I would have never guessed she was so dominant. I actually feared her a little bit. Not that she would lose control and injure me, but that she would totally break me and really enslave me. But wasn't that what I wanted? Now that I could see it could actually happen, it scared me. I was confused, and I sensed that's exactly how she wanted me at this stage.

I served up two plates of eggs and bacon and served it to them. I then walked back and started to fix myself a plate.

"What do you think you're doing?" asked Tom.

"Just getting something for myself, sir"

"We still haven't forgiven you for cumming without permission," Tom said. "You can come over here and beg for scraps."

I walked over to them. I didn't know what they wanted me to do. Sheila let me know real quickly.

"On your knees slave," she said.

I kneeled before them. They sat there eating their breakfast as if I wasn't there.

"I need someplace to put my coffee," Sheila said.

"Not a problem," Tom answered. "We can use our little slave here as a table. Move between our chairs, and get on all fours."

I crawled around so I was facing the same direction as them. My back was even with the chairs, my head extending out. Sheila put her coffee mug on my back first.

"Oh! It's hot," I said.

"Here, let me see if I can even the heat out a little," Tom said. He then put his mug on his side of my back. I tightened my jaws and with stood the pain. They carried on once again as if I wasn't there. Sheila had on a pair of flip-flops, and was swinging her foot right in front of my face. She obviously would use at every chance my weakness for her feet. God, she knew just how to manipulate me. She was becoming a goddess in my eyes.

After Sheila was through eating, she got up and filled her plate with more eggs and bacon. When she came back, she placed the plate on the ground in front of my face. Tom removed his mug off my back. I could feel his hand on the back of my head pushing my face toward the plate. He let go when I started eating. Sheila was still standing in front of me. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she slipped off her right thong. Her bare foot raised up, and then I felt its pressure on my neck.

She pushed hard, grinding my face in the food. "Eat hardy" she laughed.

I ate everything on the plate, even licking it clean when I was through. I then cleaned up the mess while Tom and Sheila got the boat ready. When everything was ready, we trailered the boat down to the ramp.

A Ranger bass boat is the Rolls Royce of bass boats. This boat was huge. It was 20' long and had a 9' beam. The two fishing seats were front and rear on elevated decks. Large storage spaces were under the decks. The middle area was sunken, with luxurious seating that curved around one side. It had enough electronics on it to navigate the space shuttle. Tom and Sheila were serious when it came to bass fishing, however this trip was second fiddle to my training. It was already 10:00 AM. Normally these two would be on the water at daybreak. Tom launched the boat in the water, and parked the van. Sheila and I waited in the boat at the dock.

While Tom was walking down to us, Sheila took off her jeans and T-shirt. She was wearing a black thong bikini. Her breast were spilling out of her top, while the bottom was just a string up the crack of her ass, around her hips, and a patch of material barely covering her mound. Her ass was beautiful. It wasn't skinny. It was what I call a woman's ass, creamy smooth, rounded, and firm. There were also no tan lines, not even behind the strings. She pulled out some suntan lotion and handed it to me.

"Here, make yourself useful," she smiled.

As I was putting the lotion on we started to chitchat. It was almost like old times, before I was their slave. Her voice was friendly and she was smiling.

"So," she said, "I haven't heard you use the code word yet, so I assume you're handling your servitude all right."

"To be honest, I haven't even thought about it. I can't imagine anything that I wouldn't do for you two."

"Oh," she laughed. "We haven't even started yet. But I appreciate your attitude. Even after you accepted our offer, we had doubts if you were truly submissive enough. In fact, we still do. That's why we're really putting you to the test this weekend. If you can't handle this weekend, then there's no use to continue this relationship."

"What if I pass your test with flying colors?" I asked.

She looked right to my soul again with those big, green eyes. She paused a couple of seconds as if to bring importance to her next statement.

"Then the real slavery begins. We have long range plans for you John. This isn't some weekend fantasy for us. Tom and I have been looking for someone like you for almost two years. So if you're for real, you'll be a very important part of our life, like an extension of our little family. Even though you'll be used and abused, we'll still love you in a special way. Does that make sense to you?"

It's as if what she said, was what I had always craved, but could never quite see it that clearly, until now. As strange as it sounds to most "normal" people, I know I could never be happy, for long anyway, in a relationship where I wasn't a slave. But, like everyone else I also have basic needs of being loved and needed. My submissiveness is a part of me that goes back as far as my memory, long before I knew what sex was all about. It seemed she intuitively knew this. My intuition was telling me that she had always had dominant sexual feelings. Maybe they were dormant for part of her life, but this came to natural for her to just be acting from text.

By the time my mind processed what she had said, it was too late to really respond. Her smile told me I didn't have to.

As I finished rubbing her lotion on, Tom finally arrived from parking the van. He sat in the driver's seat, Sheila next to him and I along the side seat. We idled out of the ramp area, then Tom put the gas to the 200 horse Yamaha. In no time at all we were cruising at 50 M.P.H.

Patoka reservoir was the biggest body of water in Indiana. It was almost 20,000 surface acres. You could fish parts of it, where you wouldn't see another boat all day. It was located in the southern part of the state, which is all hills and trees. The closest town is French Lick. No, I am not making this up. French Lick is known for two things. During the 1920's and 30's it used to be the resort getaway for the Mafia kingpins. Al Capone had a luxurious hotel built here. They had natural sulfur springs that everyone back then thought was therapeutic. The hotel actually had these sulfur baths that the guest paid big bucks to soak in. The second thing French Lick is known for is it is the home of Larry Bird.

Anyway, enough of French Lick history. We went about eight to ten miles up the lake, and turned in a large bay. There were a few boats fishing the mouth, but after we went in a little, we were alone.

Tom pulled the boat about twenty feet from a wooded bank. He turned off the outboard, moved to the front fishing seat, and started using the electric trolling motor to slowly fish parallel to the bank. Sheila sat in the rear-fishing seat, and started casting. I grabbed a rod and started to fish standing up from the middle.

"John," Sheila said. "You won't be fishing today. You'll be too busy taking care of us."

"As a matter of fact, I could use a coke," Tom said.

I put the rod down, and went to the cooler to get Tom a coke. Meanwhile, he stripped off his jeans and T-shirt to reveal red swim trunks. They were the long style that ended about six inches above his knees. Tom and Sheila already had good tans this year. Sheila's wasn't real dark, just enough color to give her that healthy outdoorsy look. Tom was always dark in the summer, even in the winter his skin was an olive color. I handed Tom the coke, and asked Sheila if she wanted anything.

"Not now," she said, "But aren't you getting a little warm in those jeans?"

"I'm fine, ma'am" I answered, "Besides I didn't bring my swim trunks anyway."

"That's not a problem," she responded.

"I'll get you a pair out of the storage."

"That's not necessary ma'am."

"I insist," she smiled.

Sheila went to the storage and grabbed some clothing. She then turned around, and tossed it at me. I was holding a pair of a woman's pink bikini bottoms. My face felt like it turned the same color as the bikini.

"Strip," Sheila teased, "and put them on."

I looked around and saw no one. I took off everything, and put on the bottoms. They were tight, but I managed to get them on. They barely covered my dick.

"Turn around, we want to see how cute you look," Sheila smiled.

I did as she asked. I noticed Tom had quit fishing and was enjoying the show.

"Nice ass," she said. "But something is missing."

She had a mischievous smile on her face. She returned to the storage compartment, and tossed me another piece of clothing. It was the matching top. I was mortified beyond belief.

"Put it on," Sheila demanded.

I hesitated. I couldn't help it. It was so humiliating.

"NOW!" she commanded.

I obeyed. She walked behind me and tied the back. She then made me walk in front of her and Tom like some kind of model.

"Swing those hips a little," Tom ordered.

I started swinging my hips and acting more feminine. They were both smiling, but not laughing. I could tell it was turning them on.

"Our own little sissy slut," Sheila mused.

"Gets me hot just thinking about it," Tom answered back.

"Just a couple more accessories to make him perfect." Sheila said.

She then reached for her purse and took out a pair of large dangling, gold earrings. She clipped them to my ears.

"We're going to have to get those pierced eventually," she said.

She then went back to the storage and got the dog collar and leash I wore the night before. She attached it to my neck, and snapped on the leash.

"The final touch," she smiled.

I am not a transvestite. I have never had a desire to go home by myself and get dressed up. But, the humiliation of being forced to dress and act like their slut had a very profound effect on me. My dick was so hard; the head was poking out the top of my bikini.

"My," Sheila teased, as she massaged my hard-on, "I do believe he enjoys this."

"Sure seems that way. You know what Sheila, I think when he's wearing feminine attire, he should have a feminine name," Tom smiled.

"Good idea Hon, something similar to his real name." I've got it. How about Joanie?"

"Perfect," Tom said. "I got my first blow job by a girl named Joanie."

"I'm sure this Joanie will be much better." Sheila laughed.

"I'm getting so damn hot thinking about all the possibilities," Tom said. "And just think, if everything goes right, he's, or should I say she's ours anytime we want. At our beck and call 24 hours a day. Do you think you can handle that.....Joanie," he asked.

Sheila was still rubbing my dick, feeling it grow more, knowing that I was turned on every bit as much as they were.

"Yes sir," I answered. "I'll always look forward to serving the two of you anytime you wish."

"We'll see," Sheila smiled.

"Tom, let's head on back to our special spot."

"John, I mean Joanie," Tom said. "You can drive the boat while I spend some time with my beautiful wife."

"Yes sir!"

I got behind the steering console and idled further back into the bay. Sheila and Tom sat in the long seat running along the side. Sheila was in the corner, holding the leash, while Tom was seated on her left.

They started passionately making out. Sheila pulled down Tom's trunks and he kicked them off. He was totally aroused. Sheila was stroking his dick while they were kissing. After idling a couple of miles back, they finally separated.

"Pull over there under that big oak tree and anchor the boat," Tom said.

I did as instructed. It was a perfect spot. This far back the bay was more like a wide creek in the middle of a hilly forest. The trees were so thick, the sun was almost completely blocked out.

Sheila stripped out of her suit, and they the resumed making out. I felt like a voyeur. Sheila then tugged on my leash. She pulled me in front of her, reached behind my head and forced my face to her crotch. This was all done without missing a beat with Tom. Their seat was less than a foot off the floor, so I was half kneeling and half laying.

Her pussy tasted like honey. God, she was creaming so much, and I was lapping it all up. I started kissing and nibbling the outside of her mound. I then moved into her crack, slowly licking from the crack of her ass to the top of her cunt. I eventually started to zero in on her clit. It was like a miniature dick. I was gently sucking, nibbling, and licking it. I could stay down here forever. After about fifteen minutes, she exploded into an orgasm. I kept right on eating her. I was so into serving her, her voice startled me.

"Look at him Tom, he truly loves this."

She then pulled my head up and looked into my eyes. She had a serious look. I sensed my life was about to take another leap down the road to slavery. When she spoke, her voice was soft and strong at the same time.

"I think it's time you start learning how to serve the other half. Do you think you're ready?"

"As I told you before Mistress, I have never been with a man. But not only will I do as commanded, I will look on it as a privilege."

"I won't be too hard on you the first time," Tom said.

Sheila handed Tom the leash. He pulled me over so I was kneeling in front of him. His cock was about half hard and dripping with pre-cum. He looked into my eyes and spoke.

"When you're serving me sexually, sir won't be good enough. I want to be addressed as Master. Am I understood?"

"Yes Master," I said.

"Good," he smiled. "Now that we've got that straight, we can begin your lesson. You obviously know what feels good to yourself, so that will be a good place to start with me. You know, licking the underside of my balls, sucking my balls, licking my head, and of course deep throating me. The last part might take a little practice, but you'll get the hang of it after you've choked a few times."

Talk about butterflies in your stomach, I was scared shitless. It's just that I never had even fantasized about another man, and here I was about to suck the dick of my best friend. Sheila sensed my apprehension.

"Don't worry Joanie," she said. "The first time is the hardest, and I'll guide you the whole way."

Her voice sounded like a concerned friend instead of a Mistress, until you realized of course she was still referring to me as their feminine slut, and was telling me to go down on her husband. She could make anything sound acceptable to me.

"Why don't you first lick the pre-cum, and get used to the taste," she said.

I froze. I was so nervous I couldn't move. Sheila reached over and put her hand behind my neck. She gently but firmly pushed my face down to Tom's dick.

"Go ahead and lick it, slut," she cooed.

I opened my mouth and started sucking the pre-cum off. I had about half his dick in my mouth, while I was swirling my tongue around its head. I felt him grow inside my mouth. What a strange feeling. I couldn't believe I was really doing this. The taste was a little salty, but not revolting at all. Sheila increased the pressure on my head.

"Come on, Joanie," she said. "You can take more than that."

Tom was fully aroused now, and I had most of his cock in my mouth. I could feel it working it's way into my throat. Sheila pushed harder, and I started to choke a little. She eased up.

"Just relax your throat, and it will go down," she said.

I followed her advice and got his cock all the way down. Once I was swallowing all of it, she let go of my head. Then Tom put both hands on the back of my head and started fucking my mouth like a pussy. Sheila was in her own world of lust, looking on, while playing with herself.

"He's such a natural," Tom moaned. But then he pushed my head away.

"Lay on your back slut, right under my cock." I did as he said. He was sitting on the edge of the seat and his balls were lying on my face. Sheila got up and stood over my body. I felt her foot on my dick. I had never been harder.

"Look's like he's enjoying this as much as us," Sheila teased. She then walked up above my chest. She put her foot on Tom's dick and pushed down until his balls were over my mouth. "Suck them, Joanie," she smiled.

I sucked for all I was worth. Tom started moaning, I knew he was close to cumming. Between her massaging his dick and me sucking his balls, I don't see how he lasted this long.

Sheila stepped up and sat on Tom's dick, her legs dangling over the side of the boat. Both crotches were on my face.

"I'm going to fuck you silly hon, while our slut tongues both of us. Do you hear me, slave?" she asked.

I somehow muffled an affirmative.

They started a slow grinding fuck. I was alternately sucking his balls and licking her pussy as Tom's dick pumped in and out. Their moans became louder and their fucking faster. I knew they were close. Then they were both screaming in ecstasy. I felt Tom's cum shoot up in Sheila's cunt. They both just lay there on my face, recouping from their intense orgasms. Tom's dick finally plopped out of Sheila's pussy. His cum started oozing over my face.

"Looks like Joanie has got a mess to clean up" Sheila laughed. She then placed her pussy right over my mouth. "I want every drop licked up and swallowed."

"And when you're finished with her, you can clean me off," Tom added.

I sucked every drop out of her pussy, and then licked the outside clean. She then got off of me and sat next to Tom. Tom tugged the leash so my face was level with his cock.

"Clean it," he smiled.

"As you wish Master Tom," I said. I then sucked and licked his cock clean.

"My balls still feel sticky slave. Put them in your mouth and suck them clean."

"Yes Master." I took one ball at a time and sucked it clean. I even licked and sucked the underside, going to the edge of his crack.

"You truly love to serve, don't you?" Tom asked.

"More than anything in this world." I answered back.

"All this time," Sheila said, "we've been looking for the perfect slave. Someone intelligent, real, normal, and attractive. And you've been under our nose the whole time. Why haven't you ever mentioned your sexual desires to us before?"

"It's not something you talk about with other people Mistress. Ninety-nine out of a hundred would think you are some kind of pervert, possibly even dangerous. I never imagined that you two would even know about this lifestyle, let alone be active in it."

"Can you handle the idea of your best friends owning you?" Tom asked.

"In any relationship," I said, "trust is the glue that holds everything together. In this type of relationship, it is even more important. I can't think of anyone else who I trust more than you two. Even though I never thought of you in a sexual way, now that I know that you are both into this lifestyle, I couldn't think of anyone else I would rather serve."

"I think were just starting to open up a whole new world for all of us," Sheila said. "I'm already thinking of all kinds of things we're going to be using you for down the road."

"A penny for your thoughts," I said.

She then put her foot on my cock and said, "All in good time my little pet. Besides, we've got to punish you for your misdeed last night."

"I thought you might have forgiven me, since it was my first offense."

"Not a chance. Just because you want to be our slave, doesn't mean your perfect. We're going to train you to be just the way we want, which may or may not be part of your fantasies."

"I understand Mistress. Then what is my punishment?"

"While Tom and I fish and boat the rest of the day, you will remain in your little slut outfit. For anyone to see and laugh at."

"Please Mistress," I pleaded. "Don't humiliate me like that. I'd rather take a severe beating than this."

"If you don't stop whining," Tom said, "I'll make you walk back to the campsite dressed like that."

"Remember slave," Sheila said. "Your fantasies aren't important anymore. If what we use or abuse you for turns you on...great. If it doesn't, too bad. You are really our slave now. What we want is the only thing you should concern yourself with. Am I understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Then pull up the anchor and sit in the front seat so everyone can see what a sissy slut you are," Tom said.

I did as he said. Tom started idling out of the bay. He and Sheila were like a couple of lovebirds sitting in the console seat. I was sitting in the elevated fishing seat feeling like a fool. When we approached the mouth there was still a boat fishing. Tom steered his boat close enough so they could see me clearly.

At first they just starred in silence, then I heard talking, then laughing. I was totally humiliated. This was not a sexual turn-on to me in any way, shape, or form, and yet I was doing it. Had I come this far down the road to slavery so quick? How far were these two going to take me?

At this pace I would be completely broken in a matter of months. And yet, I couldn't remember feeling more alive in my life. They spent a couple of more hours making me humiliate myself to whom ever they wished. It was the longest two hours I could remember in a long time. Before they let me change back into my clothes, they made me promise to never disobey them again.

I got down on my knees and kissed their feet, promising to always obey. I had learned my lesson well. We boated and fished the rest of the day. I generally served as their gopher, fetching their drinks, rubbing their suntan lotion in, even changing their lures and retying their lines.

We got back to camp about six that night. Everyone hit the showers and I started dinner about seven. Being a bachelor for several years, I had taught myself to be a pretty good cook. They had caught a couple of nice bass, so I fried the fish in a crispy cornmeal batter, and served it with homemade coleslaw and cold beer. I even got to eat with them.

We talked and drank beer until about midnight. The conversation was interesting, and it seemed all three of us were happy with our new relationship. Once again I cleaned up the campsite and entered the tent. They were already making love. I lay down on my mattress and watched from my position. God! They were hot! Sheila had at least three orgasms before Tom finally came.

"John," Sheila said.

"Yes ma'am?" I answered.

"Why don't you crawl up here and clean us up."

"Yes ma'am."

I slithered half way up their bed and started going down on Sheila. She grabbed my head, and pulled me tightly to her crotch. The taste and the smell of their sex overwhelmed my senses.

"Mmm, now this is what I call being served. Make sure you get it all, John."

She was purring like a cat. No wonder. Three big O's from Tom, and now being pampered to the max by me.

"Now take care of Tom."

I turned around and faced Tom's half-hard penis. I started at the tip and worked my way down, not missing his balls.

"I could get used to this real easy," he said.

I noticed he was becoming fully hard again. I finished cleaning him up and looked up at him.

"Is that satisfactory Master?"

"Except for one problem," he said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"I'm horny again. Do you want to go another one Sheila?"

"No thanks, hon. I'm totally satisfied and clean. Besides, it's not like you don't have another option."

Tom chuckled. "I know."

He put his hand behind my head and brought me to his organ. Once again I started at his head and worked my way down. Before long I had him totally in my mouth.

"Look like he's getting better and better" Sheila said.

"He's really good," Tom moaned. "It's such a power trip to see him down there totally at my whim."

"I know," Sheila said. "I'm getting wet just watching."

"This time my little slut, you're going to swallow it from the source. Do you understand me?"

I somehow mumbled a yes. I noticed he was growing more and more inside my mouth. What a strange sensation. To think that a week ago being with a man would be the furthest thing from my mind, and now I was broken to the point where I was a cocksucker. Then I heard his voice.

"Oh, I can't hold back any more!"

He then gripped tighter and held my head in place, making sure I would swallow everything. He started to spurt, the first of his cum hitting the back of my throat.

All the sudden my whole mouth was flooded. I was swallowing as fast as I could, but some was escaping. He finally quit cumming. I was shocked, in awe, numb. Without being told, I licked what I had missed off his manhood.

"Don't worry John," Sheila said. "With practice you'll get to the point where you won't miss a drop."

"And you 're going to get plenty of practice," Tom smiled.

"Why don't you crawl back down to the foot of our bed," Sheila said, "With your head at my feet. Then you can gently kiss and suck my toes as I drift off to sleep."

"Yes Mistress." I quietly said. I was still in a daze. All the sudden everything from the last day was crashing in on me. I wasn't feeling bad; in fact I was oddly content. I think the anticipation of being a slave was fading away, and the reality was rushing in. So much had happened so fast, it was a shock to my system.

I nestled down at Sheila's feet. She pried my mouth open with her toes, and slid them in my mouth. I, as instructed, slowly sucked and kissed them. Tom moved over and hugged her, placing his feet against my chest. They both whispered goodnight to each other and went to sleep. I drifted off soon after.

We woke about eight in the morning, got every thing packed, and headed out about nine. We stopped at the same restaurant we ate at Friday for breakfast. There were only about six people there. I guess everyone was at church. We got a booth in the corner. The waitress took our order, and left us with a carafe of coffee and three cups.

"You're quiet this morning, John," Sheila said.

"Just in one of those moods I guess, a lot has happened in the last two days, and I'm just trying to understand it all."

"Just relax and enjoy it," she laughed, "unless you're having second thoughts."

"No, it's not that. I've fantasized and searched too long about this not to go with it. It's just the quick change from years of fantasy to sudden reality. You two really want a total slave, don't you?"

"You thought we were kidding when we discussed all of this?" Tom asked.

"No, not at all. It's just.....well, I loved every minute of this weekend, but I'm a little confused is all."

"About what?" Sheila asked.

"It's just.....well, you know..... I've never been with another man. I mean I knew I would enjoy serving you Sheila, but I enjoyed serving Tom almost as much."

"So what's so confusing about that?" She asked. "I think it's great."

"I don't think you understand Sheila," Tom said. "I went through this the first time I had a bi experience. You think you're turning gay, and your desires will be exclusively for men. Am I close?"

I grinned sheepishly. "More than close, you hit a bulls eye."

"Just because you enjoyed yourself with another man doesn't mean you're homosexual. You've just expanded your sexuality. For you in particular it's just an extension of your subservience. My God John, you're 36 years old. If you were homosexual, don't you think you would have known by now? Do you think you would desire women the way you do? I'm flattered you enjoyed serving me John, but you're not gay, you just love to serve. If I came on to you by myself, without Sheila and any D&S, would you still have gone down on me?"

"No," I answered without hesitation.

"And why not?"

"It just wouldn't excite me."

"Bingo" he said. "If you were gay, you would jump my bone under any circumstance."

"You're right," I grinned.

"I'm very similar to you John, only I'm at the opposite end of the spectrum. I get turned on seeing you on your knees serving both of us."

"Here here, I'll drink to that," Sheila smiled as she toasted her coffee cup.

The waitress showed back up with our food. I started grinning to myself, thinking she probably thought we were having just a normal conversation.

"Is that what they call male bonding?" Sheila joked.

"I'll show you what male bonding is when we get back home," Tom laughed.

I felt a lot better about everything. I wasn't going to make a big deal about it, but he really put everything back in balance. I realized they are still, and always will be some of my best friends. But I also realized they were my Mistress and Master and would expect no less than total obedience from me.