Shaved Heads Part 4-5

This story is authored by Jimmy, please send comments and appreciation to Jimmy


The story which follows bares overtones of similarity to the French classic: “The Story of O” by Pauline Reage, albeit with reversal of gender roles.


Part 4



During my last ten days at the Lake Galena retreat, I told my Mistress Annie that I wanted to marry her. “Surprise!” I exclaimed. She laughed. “I knew you were going to propose, you sneaky little devil, and so I have it all planned out.
Just before we leave and we are both fully clothed, you will get down on your knees in front of all of the Mistresses and the Curleys and ask me to marry you. I’ll say yes, of course and you will kiss my hands and feet.”

“Wow! Sounds good to me! Then what?!” “I will blindfold you and drive you home, during which I’ll tell you what comes next. The only thing I will tell you now is this: I have a wonderful new hobby, to keep me in shape!”

“You have an evil grin on your beautiful face. Is this going to hurt me? Okay, I’ll bite. What is it?”

“Boxing!” “You’re kidding!” “No, I’m not!”

“Have you, or will you install punching bags?” “No. I won’t need them. Do you know why?” She had, again, a wicked grin.

“I think I know why but I hope I’m wrong!”

She laughed. “Who needs punching bags, when she has a loving obedient husband who will gladly suffer pain for her amusement?”

That exhausted that subject. For the rest of the time until my proposal, when I wasn’t fucking my owner or eating her, we discussed our experiences when we were apart.



I sat next to Mistress Annie, blindfolded, as she drove us home. “The wedding will be in about six weeks. This will be enough time to send out wedding invitations and make plans. My step mother, Nora, will plan and pay for the wedding.
You remember Nora, Don’t you?”

I laughed, “Nora, Mistress Nora to me! Oh how could I forget her?!” “Actually, you have been promoted, Jimmy. You may call us Miss and no longer Mistress.”

“Goody.”

She laughed. “Nora, Miss Nora to you, will be my matron of honor.” “She’s also ‘Mother of the bride.’ Isn’t that a conflict of interest?” “Why don’t you ask her?” “I’m too young to die.”

“Today is Thursday. What do you want to do as soon as we get home?” “Sex and then a nap.”

“You don’t have to get back to work until Monday. I have to work tomorrow. When I get home for the weekend, my house will be spotless, thanks to my Curley. Currently my house (formerly yours) is a God awful mess!

Who do you want to be your best man?” “Mickey O’Dowd.” “Who? Do you mean the poor man who had to lick Grace’s wine and spit off of the floor?” “Yes.”



On Friday morning, as my lips were pressed against Miss Annie’s toes, I heard her say, “When I come home tonight at approximately 5:00 P.M., I expect to find my house spotless and a delicious dinner for two prepared.”

“As my Goddess wishes!” I exclaimed grandly. “No lunch today.” Without removing my mouth from her foot, I raised my hand.

“Speak. From now on, you may address me as ‘Beloved!’” I knew my lady well enough to know that, ‘You may-’ really meant, ‘You will-’

“My Beloved, why no lunch?” “Because, Lowly One, the time you would spend eating is time you would not spend cleaning.”

After she left, I cleaned her (formerly my) house. I dusted, I swept, I scrubbed floors and I cleaned the toilets. I couldn’t remember being so exhausted.



My beloved was schizophrenic: She was two people in the same body. One Annie, the good Annie, was a sweet loving charmer. The other, the bad Annie, was a cold, sadistic female Simon Legree. I loved them both.

When she arrived, it took no time at all to discover which of my Annies owned the sandaled feet I was kissing. With her to my surprise was Miss Nora wearing even more brief sandals. As I was kissing Miss Nora’s beautiful feet, I heard my
beloved say, “You cooked dinner for two?”

“Yes Beloved.” “Well, Nora and I are two. So you’ll go to bed hungry tonight, slave. And if every morsel fails to delight your superiors you will be punished without mercy as you deserve.” “Yes Beloved.”

“Now remain on all fours. I am about to subject your work to a white glove inspection.” “Yes Beloved.” After the inspection, she said, “Not bad, Curley, but I wanted perfection. Fetch my hairbrush. Hold it between your teeth. Move!”

Even though I moved as fast as I could, I heard two pairs of hands clapping impatiently. When I returned, my beloved placed her first two gloved fingers against my lips. They were as black as the ace of spades. Obediently, I opened my
mouth and sucked the dirt and swallowed it. If she was attempting to impress Miss Nora, she certainly succeeded.

“Oh, Annie, you are so cruel!” Miss Nora said, admiringly. “He loves it. He loves being my slave. Don’t you, Jimmy?” “Yes Beloved. I do!”



When I showed up at work on Monday morning, I lost track of the number of people who commented on my hairless head. One of the secretaries said, “Love your do, Jimmy!”

But it was my colleague Bobby Reid who seemed really interested. I suspected that he suspected something. He insisted on joining me for lunch. He asked, “Why, Jimmy?”

“Why what, Bobby?” “You know fucking what, Jimmy!” “Bobby, I’m going to go way out on a limb and take a wild guess: You have noticed that I’m not as hirsute as once I was.”

“Right, but you’re still the same old windbag. Okay, let me get right to the point: Why are you hairless?”

“An excellent question!” I ostentatiously looked around. “Next?!”

“Okay, I have a theory. Would you like to hear it?” “I’d love to.”

“Well, first of all, both the old lady’s chauffeur and her husband are hairless like you.” He paused. “Yes. So?”

“Aha!” he yelled loudly, “I knew it!” “You said it so that I would contradict you if Vince Montecasino had hair. You didn’t know but now you do! You tricked me, you moldy bastard!”

“Okay, here’s my theory: The old lady has a net worth of approximately $240,000,000.00. With that and her looks she has enormous power. Do you remember the story of David?” “How could I forget? He had the hots for Bathsheeba and so he
killed her husband, Uriah the Hittite.”

He laughed. “No, Shitface, not that David, the old lady’s David! My theory is that all of you bald guys are slaves.”

I burst out laughing. “Oh, Bobby, what am I going to do with you? slaves?! You’re too much!”

“I’m going to spread the word! We’ll see how much laughter I’ll get!” “Don’t do that, Bobby! That would be very destructive.” “Okay, Buddy, I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll be quiet if you’ll let me in on it. I want to know why you’re
bald and where you were and what you were doing for half a year.”

“Okay, Bobby, it’s a deal if you’ll give me twenty four hours. We’ll meet here for lunch tomorrow. Okay?” “Deal!”



On the following day at noon I could see that Bobby Reid was very anxious and expectant. “Bobby” I asked, “Do you know Dr. Laura Jefferson?” “I can’t say that I’ve had the pleasure.” “Well, you and I have an appointment with her at 1:30
P.M. this Thursday, day after tomorrow. Dr. Laura is a shrink, a psychiatrist. She is a very attractive six foot, almost 200 pound African American lady. We’ll go together.”

He was obviously very excited. “Tell me more!” “Be patient my good man. When you meet Dr. Laura, all of your questions will be answered.”



Bobby was obviously very nervous as we entered Dr. Laura’s office. “Hi, Jimmy.” She said, cheerfully, “I’m happy to see that you survived the Graces.” She held her right hand out at just above the level of her desk.

I bowed and slowly and ostentatiously kissed it. After she withdrew it, I said, “Dr. Laura, I would like to introduce my colleague and buddy, Bobby Reid.”

She extended her left hand just above the level of the desk. He bowed and kissed it, making no effort to hide his erection. Before she withdrew her hand she said, graciously, “I’m pleased to meet you. May I call you Bobby?” “Yes Ma’am.”

She pressed a button. From an adjoining office in came a white bald dwarf (or midget?) Dr. Laura said, “Get me a coffee and see what the gentleman will have.” Her voice was no longer warm and friendly, but now it was cold and stern.

“Before I answer your questions, would you be good enough to answer some of mine?” Dr. Laura asked solicitously. “Of course, Ma’am.”

“What is your favorite sex act?” He didn’t want to answer but as he looked into her eyes, he knew that she had drained all power from him. “Ma’am, my favorite sex act is c-cunnilingus.”

“Is there a particular lady to whom you are especially attracted? And if so, who is she?” “Ma’am, she’s L-lindsay Knox, a physical therapist. Do you know her Ma’am?”

“Describe her.” “Yes Ma’am. She is of medium height, black hair, brown eyes, heavy set and Eurasian: Her mother is Korean.”

“And what would you like to do with her, Bobby?” “I’d like to date her, see movies with her and dance with her.” “Would you like to be her slave?”

“Not really, but I fantasize about it.” “When you fantasize you are not the slave. She is. She only orders you to do what you want to do. Real slavery is real slavery. Do you fantasize that you are made to dress as a female?”

“No, Ma’am. That doesn’t make any sense. It’s like trying to humiliate a Sergeant by making him wear a full Colonel’s uniform.” “What if your real life mistress ordered you?” “I guess I’d have no choice.”

“Jimmy, why don’t you tell Bobby your story?” “Yes Ma’am.” I did.

Bobby knew Lindsay Knox because he was a volunteer in the physical therapy section of the hospital on Wednesdays (his days off) fetching coffee and munchies for the therapists. It was easy and pleasant.

As agreed, Dr. Laura came in when Bobby was volunteering and walked up to Lindsay and said, “I have paid for a week at the Lake Galena Retreat, but something has come up and I can’t go. Also, I can’t get my money back. If you’ll go in my
place, I’ll compensate your office for your time! You’ll love it! There will be male slaves waiting on you hand and foot!”

“No!” “Yes, I promise. I’ll drive you up and drive you back.” She agreed and went.



“Welcome back, Lin!” Bobby said, cheerfully, “How was the retreat, Lin?” “Oh, Bobby, it was amazing! Can you believe this? I had guys, some of them real hunks, lined up to perform oral sex on me! I mean can you believe that?!”

“I have not the slightest difficulty in believing that!” Bobby couldn’t believe what he said next. “You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life.” “Oh, wow, Bobby! If you feel that way, how come you never asked me
out?!”

“I-I never thought I had a chance!” “Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Why don’t you ask me now?”

“Okay. Pretty Miss Lindsey, may I take you dancing this Saturday night.” With a straight face, she said, “Oh, I’m sorry Bobby, but I’ll be busy Saturday night.” She turned and started to walk away. Bobby was crushed until she abruptly
stopped and turned back in a burst of laughter! “Oh, of course I’ll go with you, Bobster. You should have seen the look on your face! It was priceless! There is one thing you need to know about me.”

“And that is?” “I’m a bitch!” “That’s okay. I like bitches!”



On their first date, as they danced he asked, “Would you tell me about the Lake Galena Retreat?” “Oh, Bobster, it was amazing! We amused ourselves by clapping impatiently to scare the Curleys, that is the male slaves. One time one of my
sisters overplayed her hand and I got orange juice on my loin cloth. I yelled, ‘Clean me up, you clumsy bastard.’ He did. You should have heard him grovel. He was trembling! Two of my sisters were arguing: One wanted me to use a riding
crop, the other a cat o’ nine tails. I flipped a coin, Bobster and I used the cat.”

She was surprised at her own pleasure in inflicting pain on the poor Curley. “The whole experience was wonderful, and yet in a way it was sad. It was empowering! You know Todd? He’s the only guy in our group of PTs (physical therapists).
His qualifications are no better than mine and I’ve worked longer than he has and yet he’s paid more than me! Is that fair?”

“Of course not!” “So I went to our boss, Charlotte and I asked her for a raise!” “I see what you mean about empowerment! What did she say?”

“She told me to go fuck myself.” “In those exact words?!” “Of course not you asshole.” Bobby groveled, “I’m sorry, Pretty Lady. That was a stupid question.”

Ignoring him, she went on. “I talked to the other girls. They agreed with me. We bearded Charlotte in her office.” Lindsey laughed. “That shook up the bitch. She promised to take it up with the hospital board.”

She paused. Bobby took advantage of her silence to say, “You said that you were sad. None of this sounds sad to me!”

“Oh, Bobby, don’t you get it?! I could never be a member of the retreat, with all of those rich broads: Medical Doctors, Lawyers, Judges and College Professors. They all have slaves at home. Some have stables of slaves. I can’t have
that!”

“Sure you can! A beautiful Lady like you can have men lined up to throw themselves at your lovely feet! And I would be first in line.” She laughed in a way that bordered on crying. “Oh, Bobby, you are so sweet, but we both know that you
don’t really mean that!”

“Oh, no?! Try this on: You’re slightest whim is my command!” “Bobby, you’re teasing me! You are beginning to piss me off!”

“I am not teasing you! I am absolutely serious. I am madly, passionately in love with you. I have been since I first laid eyes on you. I adore you. I worship you. You are beautiful and you are smart and you are my Goddess. I know the
retreat schedule and a week after Annie’s and Jimmy’s wedding, classes begin for Curleys in cooking, house cleaning and massage.”

I descended to my knees and kissed her hands. “Please, oh please, My Beautiful Lady, let me serve you.”

“You are serious, aren’t you?!” “Mistress, I have never been more serious!” She stopped dancing with me and walked over to the side and sat down. “Remove my boots, Bobby!” “Yes, Mistress Lindsey.”

She held her left leg up between Bobby’s legs. He grabbed her boot and bent over. She said, “You appear to be close to orgasm, Bobby. I forbid it!” “Yes, Mistress Lindsey.”

With her right foot, she pushed him off of her with his boot in her hand. I heard a lady nearby say, “Oh, look, George! Do what he’s doing.” I did the same with her right boot. She pushed me with her bare left foot.

“Oh, that feels good, Bobby! M-mm, yummy!” “May I kiss them, please. Mistress Lindsey.” She laughed, “No, you are not worthy!” She laughed some more. “Don’t touch them, but you may smell them. Smell my dirty smelly sweaty feet, slave!”

“Yes, Mistress Lindsey. Thank you, Mistress Lindsey.” Bobby obeyed her. Objectively, her feet smelled worse than the bottom of a bird cage, but he was brought perilously close to orgasm.

“Okay let’s dance, Bobster. Be careful. Step on my bare foot and I promise that you will regret it!” “Yes, Mistress Lindsey.” At the end of the evening, she said, “My bare feet are still sweaty, smelly and dirty. I want you to lick
them.” “Yes, Mistress Lindsey.”

On his knees, Bobby pleaded, “May I please have an orgasm, Mistress?” “When we get home you will put it where God intended it to be!” “Oh, you are a cruel mistress!” They both laughed.



The wedding went off as planned. My bride was resplendent in her sleeveless white wedding dress with skirt above her knees. There must not have been a soft manhood in the church. The audience clapped as I knelt in front of my wife,
removed both of her shoes, poured champagne into them and drank it.

My colleague and buddy, Bobby Reid, was with his date, the lovely Lindsey Knox. I didn’t get a chance, then, to talk to him at length, but I bowed and kissed his beautiful date’s hands. I said, “Well, Bobby, I see that you still have
your hair.” “Not for long, Jimmy.”

“Remember me to my favorite mistresses, Mistress Rhonda, the headmistress and Mistress Trixie, the vampire.”



Our honeymoon was a cruise from Baltimore to the Caribbean and back. It was paid for by my employer and step mother in law. I was unlocked and Annie and I fucked like bunnies. I was the only young man with no hair on the cruise. I
enjoyed it immensely although I knew that life would not be so easy and pleasant again before my eightieth birthday.



I was right about that. As soon as we returned, I got laid once before I was locked. “You will be locked for three weeks. Do you recall what I said the last time you fucked me after being locked for a long time?”

“As I recall you said you felt as though you had been gang raped by a herd of elephants!” “Yes! Oh, it was wonderful! It was heaven on earth!” “I am honored to be a source of such pleasure to a magnificent Goddess like you!”

“If you fail to please me, the three weeks could become four or even five.”

She laughed. “That was the good news. While you were away, I saw Blake about four times a week. He understands the nature of our relationship and it turns him on. On the day after tomorrow night, Blake, Master Blake to you, will be my
guest for dinner, which you will cook and serve. You will wear your white dinner jacket and hold an orange towel over your arm, just above the top of your apron. What do you think about this, slave boy?”

“I am pleased to do anything that will please my Goddess!” “And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to pee.”

I couldn’t believe what I said then, “Please allow me the pleasure of saving you the necessity of a trip to the toilet.” “You are offering your mouth for my toilet?!” “Yes, Beloved! I would be honored!”

“Get some old newspapers and put them there. I am running out of ways to degrade you, demean you and humiliate you!” She squatted over my mouth facing downward. “Grunt, when your mouth fills up and then grunt again when it’s empty, for
another load. If you are slow I will punish you.” “As I will deserve.”

I felt the awful taste of her yellow stream and managed with great effort to suppress my sexual excitement. I knew that I would be rewarded in three weeks. After she finished, I licked and kissed her wet vagina.

She said, “What I’m about to tell you is not a choice but an order: When I defecate, you will wipe me with your lowly tongue! Won’t you, boy?!” “Yes Beloved.”

“Next, what I have is a choice, not an order. How do you feel about my defecating directly into your mouth?” “Frankly, Beloved, the thought of it makes me sick, but of course I’ll submit if you want me too. No offense.” “None taken. It
won’t happen!”






Part 5

Just before Blake arrived, my beloved said, “You will address Blake and me as My Lord and My Lady respectively.” “Yes Beloved.”

She slapped my face twice with full force. “Who?” “Yes, My Lady!” I replied, in great pain.

She slapped me again twice, adding to my already substantial pain. “What do you say, slave, when your owner corrects you?” “Thank you My Lady!”

The doorbell rang. As I opened it there stood Blake wearing an elegant coat and suit. As I closed the door, he stood with his back to me. I took his coat and hung it up. My Lady rushed over and kissed him on the mouth.

“Oh, my! It’s hot in here!” “You won’t think so when we’re naked, Blake! Okay?” “Fine with me.”

“No, Blake! Don’t undress yourself! Let the valet do it.” “Fine with me, Sweety.” My wife sat comfortably, smiling, while her husband undressed her boyfriend.

When My Lord was naked from the navel up, he sat down. I removed his shoes and socks. I was afraid that when his feet were bare she would make me kiss them, but she didn’t. After I took off his pants and underpants, I hung all of his
clothes up neatly as quickly as possible.

My Lady said, “Do I have to tell you everything, Stupid?! Now undress me!” My Lord laughed. “Yes, My Lady!” I said, humbly.

As she didn’t rise, I took off her shoes first. I said, “My Lady, m-may I have the pleasure of kissing your beautiful feet.” “No!” She exclaimed and abruptly slapped my still pained face again twice with full force. She gave no reason
and I dared not ask for one. “Thank you, My Lady.”

As I undressed her, I wanted to kiss her luscious bottom, but I figured she would say no and give me more killer slaps. As I was hanging her clothes quickly and neatly, I saw that they were embracing. I couldn’t help but think that this
had to be the most beautiful couple in the world.

I served them the dinner that I cooked. At one point My Lady screamed, “You stupid oaf, are you blind?! Your master’s water glass is empty! Fill it and be quick about it!”

I obeyed as quickly as possible. “I’m sorry, My Lord and My Lady. Please forgive me.” “See that it doesn’t happen again, cuckold.” He said coldly. She smiled. “Yes, My Lord.”

After the main course, I quickly cleared the table and served them dessert. I was on pins and needles as she said, “Darling, how did you like the meal?” “Very nice. Your slave is a very good cook.” “I’m happy that you’re pleased.”

“I’m sorry, Baby, but I can’t hold it any longer.” She quickly got on her back on the couch and spread her legs. He climbed aboard and fucked her. She was on the pill and so she didn’t need a condom. I could feel my penis straining
against the lock as I watched another man fuck my wife.

When they finished, he got up and she said, “Clean me slave.” I licked his semen from my wife’s vagina. I remembered the taste of my own. His tasted similarly.

There are few things more degrading than eating another man’s semen from your wife or more exalting than seeing her husband eat your semen from his wife. “Lick his big beautiful manly parts dry, slave.” “Yes, My Lady.” I obeyed.

As he lay comfortably on the couch naked, she kissed his body from head to toe humming with pleasure. She said, “Get on your knees and tell your Master how grateful you are for all of the pleasure he has given me.”

“My Lord, I am most grateful for the pleasure you have given and will continue to give my exalted Lady. Thank you, also for allowing me the pleasure of consuming your delicious manly semen.” “You’re welcome slave. It was my pleasure.”

My Lady said, “While I’m pampering his magnificent body, slave, why don’t you pamper his feet.” I bowed my head to the floor at her feet and said, “Yes, My Lady.”

After I had massaged his feet for a while, he said, “That’s enough, slave. Show me your respect. Kiss my feet until I tell you to stop.” “Yes, My Lord.” I kissed his big manly hairy feet.

After that, on orders, I dressed him and put his coat on him and then he left.

“Well, that was nice. Now get some papers and lie on your back on the floor. I need to pee.” After I consumed her bodily waste, she took me to her (formerly my) gym in the basement. She took my glasses off and set them on a table. She
handed me her boxing gloves and I put them on her pretty hands. “Hold your hands together behind you and keep them there! And don’t leave the ring.” “Yes, My Lady.”

In addition to her brains and beauty, my beloved was a natural athlete. She knocked down her human punching bag twice. When she finished I was black and blue, which pleased her and so it pleased me.



I had lunch with Bobby Reid. “How do I look?” he asked me. “Shiny,” “What? No! You’re kidding?!” I laughed. “Of course I am. Are you locked?”

“Yes, Jimmy” “Have you signed over to your lady all of your possessions past present and future?” “I have.” “Are you a fully trained cook, masseur and house cleaner?” “I am.”

“Who taught you to cook?” “Mistress Holly. You?” “The same. She’s a beautiful little sadist isn’t she?” “You got that right!”

“Tell me about your life with the beautiful Lindsey Knox.” “We’re living together in what was my house but is now hers. I cook clean and occasionally massage her feet. She finally decided to let me serve her breakfast in bed. The sex is
vanilla. She’s very loving. I love you, Bobster, I love you, I love you.”

“How long between unlockings, Bobby?”

“Three days if Mistress is in a bad mood. You?” “Three weeks if Mistress is in a good mood. A fourth or even a fifth week if I displease her.” “Wow! She’s a real Mistress!” He sounded envious. “How does she satisfy herself during those
three weeks?”

“Her boss is a six foot three inch handsome muscleman. He fucks her and I eat his cum from her pussy.” “Oh, come on, Jimmy. That’s what the New York Times called ‘a barnyard epithet meaning nonsense.’(bullshit)”

“Bobby how about a double date. Our mistresses should get to know each other.” “Good idea. Let’s do it.” We did.



On the date, Mistress Lindsey said, “Annie, since I was at the retreat I have fallen in love with the idea of male slavery, but I realize that I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I make him do all the cooking and housecleaning. I let
him serve me breakfast in bed. All that is great, but isn’t there more?”

“Believe me, there is a lot more. Look I have an idea: Why don’t we swap them for a week. It will be like the program ‘Wife swap,’ only we could call it ‘Slave swap.’”

“Oh goody! Let’s ask them.” Angrily, Mistress Annie said loudly, “Are you crazy?! Ask them?! We will TELL them! Understand!”

“Y-yes of course!” Bobby and I stood up politely as the ladies returned. “Tell them, Lindsey!” Mistress Annie demanded.

“We’re swapping you guys for a week. Jimmy, you will be at my mercy for a week and Bobster you will be at Annie’s.”

Bobby asked, “Do we have anything to say about this?” Mistress Lindsey looked at Annie who glared back. Mistress Lindsey said, “No!” Mistress Annie said, “The lowly males can’t hear you, Lindsay! Louder!”

Lindsey got the message. She screamed, angrily, “No, slaves! You will do what we tell you!” I got down and kissed her boots and said, “Yes Mistress Lindsey! Your slightest whims are our commands!”

Bobby said, “Our commands? Ours? Speak for yourself, Son!” Mistress Lindsey looked at Mistress Annie, who answered her unspoken question, loudly enough for Bobby to hear. “Put him on his knees and slap his insolent face twice with full
force.”

Mistress Lindsey obeyed. Then Mistress Annie instructed Bobby, “Now and on all such occasions, Bobby, kiss the Mistress’ boots and grovel. Be creative. Use your imagination!”

Bobby descended and kissed his owner’s boots. He groaned in pain as his lock was strained. “I dare not show the slightest disrespect to my Goddess, my owner. You are my Supreme Mistress and I love adore and worship you! Oh! Oh! Your
slightest whim is my command!” Mistress Annie said, “Okay the trade is in effect as of now. Okay, Lindsey?” “Cool with me Annie.” Annie said, “Hold the car door for me, you stupid little man!” The last thing I heard him say before he
held the door for her and drove off was, “I hear and I obey, Beautiful Mistress!” I held the door and bowed and kissed Mistress Lindsey’s hand as she got into her (formerly Bobby’s) car. “Y-your p-place or mine?” Mistress Lindsey asked
me.

“Mistress Lindsey, I have no place. I am a slave. I am, myself, property, remember?” She giggled. “Oh, yeah. I forgot. When we get home I’d like to take a nap.”

“Do you have a fan, Mistress Lindsey?” “No. Why?” “I have some money on me and I think I know where I can buy a hand fan. Would you like me to fan you while you nap?”

“Oh, that would be neat. Yes do that. I’m guessing that you fan Annie. Am I right?” “Yes, Mistress Lindsey, you are right!”

She decided to wait while I bought the fan. She was satisfied with my choice. “As long as we are here would you like for me to get you some ‘instruments of correction?’” “No thanks, Jimmy, Bobby got me some.”

When we arrived home, she opened the car door. “Oh, please, Mistress Lindsey, don’t do that.” “What?” I startled her. I got out and ran at top speed around the front of the car, opened the door and as she climbed out, I bowed low from
the waste and kissed both of her hands. “Oh, wow, Jimmy, you’re a gentleman!”

“Doesn’t Bobby do this for you.” “Actually, no he doesn’t.”

I laughed. “The poor bastard is certainly about to learn to.” “Maybe she’ll tell him and punish him only if he forgets.” “Oh, no!” I assured her. “Mistress Annie shoots first and asks questions later.”

As I followed her into her (formerly his) bedroom, she asked, “Would you mind if I got naked?” “You are talking to your slave. ‘Would you mind ’ should not be in your vocabulary. May I undress you? Oh. Oh.”

“Sure, slave Jimmy, why not?” I did.

She lay, naked, on her back on her bed. “Okay fan me, slave, and kiss my teats.” “Yes Mistress Lindsey. Thank you, Mistress Lindsey.” I hummed with pleasure as I kissed her. “Okay, now kiss my feet.” “Yes Mistress Lindsey. Thank you,
Mistress Lindsey.” I obeyed. “Now kiss and lick my juicy wet cunt.” “Yes Mistress Lindsey. Thank you, Mistress Lindsey.” She rolled over. “Kiss my pretty ass.” “Yes Mistress Lindsey. Thank you, Mistress Lindsey.”

Throughout, I hummed with the pleasure I genuinely felt.

When she awoke from her nap, she found me standing up and fanning her. “How do you feel, slave?” she asked me, smiling pleasantly. “My arms and even my legs ache with exhaustion, Mistress Lindsey.”

I held my hand up. “Why are you holding your hand up, slave Jimmy?” “I’m seeking permission to speak, Mistress Lindsey.” “Wow! Has she got you well trained?! Okay, speak.”

“Mistress Lindsey, may I please stop fanning you or at least rest?” “What if I say no?” “I will fan you until either you give me permission to stop or both of my arms fall off, whichever comes first.”

“Get up on my bed on your knees. Fan me faster and harder. Why should I let you stop, slave Jimmy?” “You should let me stop because you are a compassionate lady.” “Wrong, slave Jimmy. I am neither compassionate nor a lady. I am a
sadistic bitch. Okay you may stop. Go in and start my bath. Then start to cook my dinner.”

“What would my beautiful Mistress Lindsey like for dinner?” “Guess! I’m like your Mistress Annie. I shoot first and ask questions later. If I am not pleased, you will suffer.” “As I will deserve.”

“May I cook dinner for myself as well?” “No, you will go to bed hungry tonight.” “Yes Mistress Lindsey. Thank you, Mistress Lindsey.”

“Aren’t you going to ask me why?” “No, Mistress Lindsey. I have been taught, painfully, not to question a Mistress’ orders!”

“Take your clothes off and hang them up, neatly. I will be naked and you will bathe me and serve me naked.” “Yes Mistress Lindsey. Thank you, Mistress Lindsey.”

I stood rigidly at attention while she ate. Her table manners were not impeccable, like Mistress Annie’s but I didn’t care. While she ate, she talked on her cell phone. She interrupted herself and said, “slave Jimmy, get under the table
and pamper my feet. I demand RESPECT. KISS THEM and show me that you like it!” “Yes Mistress Lindsey. Thank you, Mistress Lindsey.”

After I cleaned up after dinner, I bathed her in silence. Finally as I was soaping her tummy, she spoke to me. “Can you believe this, Jimmy? I was going to ask your permission to beat you. I love what you have taught me. In less than a
day you have brought me great joy!”

“Oh, thank you, Mistress Lindsey, I love the statement that your slightest whim is my command. Most men say this as a kind of romantic fluff, but if you take it literally, as I do, it is total, absolute and unconditional. No pre-Civil
War black person or Roman slave was more subject to the will of his owner than am I.”

“Tonight, slave Jimmy, I am not asking, but I am going to beat you with my riding crop, until your back is beat red from just below your shoulders to your knees.” “Yes Mistress Lindsey. Thank you, Mistress Lindsey.”

I was in such pain and hunger that I could not sleep that night. I served her breakfast in bed the next and every morning. I spent a lot of time, applying my six months experience as a Curley at The Lake Galena Retreat. I brought her to
orgasm after orgasm. I raised my hand.

“No, slave Jimmy. Don’t speak. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

Eventually she was tired and took a nap, while I, who was more tired than she, fanned her. Every once in a while she’d wake up and say something like, “Faster, slave Jimmy. Faster and wider!” “Yes Mistress Lindsey. Thank you, Mistress
Lindsey.”

After Bobby and I were returned to our original owners, we were allowed to meet privately to compare notes. I told him my experiences and he told me his.



After we separated slave Bobby got out of the driver’s seat and started to walk toward Mistress Annie’s (formerly my) house. She jumped out of the car and screamed at the top of her lungs, “Come back here you Nitwit!” Terrified, he ran
back to her. She said, still in a loud angry voice, “On your knees! Take your glasses off! I’m going to keep slapping you until you tell me why I’m doing it.” After about ten of her killer slaps, he said, “I should have held the door for
you, Mistress Annie.” She stopped.

He said to me, “Man that woman packs a wallop!” “TELL me about it!” I replied.

As soon as he got inside, she said, simply, “Undress me, Lowly One and hang my clothes up neatly. If I find a single wrinkle, I will whip you till you bleed!” Bobby wisely didn’t take that as an idle threat! He hoped she would order him
to kiss her bottom but she didn’t and he didn’t dare ask.

When he finished she pointed out the utility closet and said, “I want my house spotless and wear an apron.” She pointed to his glasses and he removed them. After two more slaps, she said, “Don’t look at my body, Curley!”

He said to me, “I swear, Jimmy! I hadn’t looked at her directly although I was surely tempted.” “I hope you had sense enough not to argue with her!” “Are you kidding! I was so scared I was shaking!”

He cleaned her (formerly my) house as quickly as possible. He had just finished the upstairs and started downstairs when the doorbell rang. He rushed to answer it, opened it and in, smiling, walked ‘The Old Lady.’

Annie said casually, “Kiss her boots, slave.” “Yes, Mistress Annie.” He did.

The two women hugged and kissed each other. Bobby wondered if they were Lesbians. Mistress Annie said, “Nora, I apologize for the condition of my house. This halfwit cleaned my upstairs first. He doesn’t have the brains to get a
headache.”

Mistress Nora said, “He does have two hands. Why don’t we lie together on your bed and he can fan us both at the same time.” “I have only one fan, Nora.” Mistress Nora whipped out another hand fan and handed it to Mistress Annie.

“Oh, Nora, another gift? You are so naughty!” “I’m sorry. I just love you so much!”

Nora laughed, “Oh dear. This one works for one of my companies, actually the same one slave Jimmy works for. His name is Tommy, I think.” “Bobby.” “Oh, Bobby. Perhaps I should fire the useless clot.”

“I’m swapping him for slave Jimmy with a friend until next Friday evening. Let me give him a chance, please Nora?”

“Okay, but I think it would be fun to strip him naked and throw him out of the house. I would fire him and no-one would dare to offend me by giving him a job.” Mistress Annie laughed. “The poor bastard would be destroyed. But it would be
wasteful.” “No, it wouldn’t. Male slaves are a dime a dozen.” Mistress Annie agreed.

Bobby was made coldly aware that none of this was play acting! He was unconditionally, genuinely at the mercy of these two beautiful sadistic women, who could and undoubtedly would torture him at whim.

Mistress Nora said, “Undress me, you pitiful lunkhead.” “Yes Mistress Nora.” He obeyed. He knelt between them on the bed and fanned them until they were both snoring.

Mistress Nora was the first to wake up. Both of his arms ached so badly that they felt as though they were on fire. Bobby raised the hand he had been fanning Mistress Annie with. “No, slave.” Nora said casually, “In fact fan us faster
and more widely.” “Yes Mistress Nora.”

To his great relief, when Mistress Annie awoke, she said, “Okay, stop.” Mistress Nora said, “Me, too.”

“Make dinner for three, Curley. You can eat after we finish.” “What would you beautiful ladies like to eat?”

Mistress Annie turned to Mistress Nora and said, “He spoke. Did you give him permission, Nora?” “No, I didn’t give him permission.” Mistress Nora said innocently, “Did you?” “No, I didn’t.” She slapped his face with full force several
times.

After dinner, he bathed them. Mistress Nora shot the soap into his mouth and made him apply it with his tongue. Then they whipped him unmercifully at the same time, Mistress Annie with the riding crop and Mistress Nora with the cat.
Bobby was in so much pain, he couldn’t sleep.



On the next day, he licked and kissed their womanhoods, first Mistress Nora, and then Mistress Annie. He fanned them both as he serviced each of them. Mistress Nora was impatient. “I will whip you Curley for as long as it takes you to
bring me to orgasm!” Mistress Annie was even more impatient! “For me, three orgasms!” After he dressed Mistress Nora, kissed her bare feet and thanked her, she left.

Mistress Annie said, “Day after tomorrow you will entertain my boyfriend, who, unlike you, is a real man and not a pathetic little weasel like you. You will cook and serve dinner for us and do what either of us would like you to do.”
Yes, Mistress Annie. Thank you, Mistress Annie.

“Blake fully understands the totality of your pathetic situation and he loves it.”



When Blake arrived, Bobby, who was wearing a white dinner jacket and apron and holding an orange towel, took the big man’s coat and hung it up carefully. As his master sat and held up straight his left leg, Bobby climbed over it and bent
forward toward his Master’s feet and grasped the boot. With his right booted foot Blake sent Bobby flying across the room, boot in hand. Then Bobby removed Blake’s other boot in much the same way.

“Undress me, slave.” Blake said casually. “Yes, Master Blake.” Bobby said, obsequiously. Now, the Master and the Mistress were both naked. They hugged and kissed each other. Then, Master Blake sat down comfortably and she knelt down in
front of him and humming with pleasure, she began kissing his huge erect manhood.

On hearing this, I said, “Aren’t they the most beautiful couple you’ve ever seen in your life?!” “Yes, they are!” He said, enthusiastically.

Bobby continued his story. Mistress Annie licked the pre-cum off the tip of his penis and swallowed it. Then she ran her tongue along the base of his long, thick, beautiful cock. “Deep throat me.” He said, casually.

She took him all of the way into her mouth and sucked for all she was worth. Suddenly, he groaned loudly. A few seconds later, she groaned. Bobby could see that she was vigorously swallowing his semen.

“M-mm, delicious! Thank you, Blake!” “Don’t mention it.” “Let’s have dinner. Serve us, slave.” “Yes, Mistress Annie.”

After Bobby served them, Mistress Annie said, “When ever you serve meals to superiors, kiss their hands, Lowly One.” “Yes, Mistress Annie.” Bobby kissed both of their hands,

“It was a new experience for me, Jimmy.” He told me. “I’ve never kissed a man’s hands before. Have you?” “Bobby,” I said, “Your experience with Master Blake is old stuff to me.”

Mistress Annie and Master Blake discussed legal cases they had in common. It sounded to Bobby like a very pleasant conversation. He was standing at attention with his hands folded respectfully behind his back when Mistress Annie said,
“Blake, you look like a man who would like to have his toes sucked.”

“Oh, that would be nice.” Mistress Annie said, without looking at Bobby, “Get down there and do that, slave.” “Yes, Mistress Annie.”

Bobby obeyed. After he had eaten his own dinner and cleaned the kitchen, he reported to his superiors. “Mistress Annie and Master Blake, I am here to serve you. Your slightest whims are my commands!” Mistress Annie and Master Blake both
laughed.

She said, “I’ve just been fucked by a real man. You may clean me with your mouth.” “Yes Mistress Annie!” Bobby obeyed. “Now clean your master.” “Yes Mistress Annie!” After he obeyed, Bobby stood at attention with his hands behind his
back.

After a while Master Blake said, “Annie, I’m ready for another fuck. Do you think you could accommodate me?” “Oh, no, Blake.” She said apologetically. “You may ass fuck the slave.”

“Oh, no. I don’t want to get my cock dirty. I’ll mouth fuck him.” “Whatever is your pleasure, My Beautiful Man.” Bobby got down in front of him, said, “Thank you, Master Blake!” and began sucking his magnificent penis, which he could
feel expanding, filling his mouth and making it hard to breathe. He heard Mistress Annie say, “However long it takes for him to bring you off, swallow your semen and clean you to your satisfaction, you may beat him.” “With what?”
“Whatever you like.” “I’ll use the cane.” “Why?” “It inflicts the most pain per unit time.”

She laughed. “You’re a mean bastard.” “Oh, yeah?! Look who’s talking! You’re a mean broad.” They both laughed. She said, “We’re a pair.”



As Bobby drove her car to end the swap and return Bobby and me to our original owners, he raised his hand. She said, “Speak freely.” “Thank you, Mistress Annie. This has been a very painful but joyful experience for me. I envy slave
Jimmy his servitude to you. I wish my Mistress Lindsey were more like you.”

“Well, slave Bobby, after a week with slave Jimmy, you may be pleasantly surprised!” “Thank you, Mistress Annie. Thank you very much.” “You’re welcome slave Bobby. It was my pleasure.”

When they arrived at their destination, Bobby stopped the car, jumped out and ran around the front of it and opened the door for Mistress Annie, bowed low from the waste and kissed her hands.



Until the warm weather, everything that was done to Bobby was done to me and more, repeatedly.

One day, when I was on my back, receiving her urine, she spoke of something I hoped she had forgotten. “I think that next month, I will fulfill my obligation to Grace. She lives in one of three or four mansions in a very obscure rural
part of the Florida panhandle just south of the Alabama state line. It’s called the Lady Godiva Horse Training Ranch, because the ladies, apparently sadistic wealthy eccentrics like Grace like to ride around the countryside wearing
nothing but boots.

The male employees are Curleys. There are several sets of stocks and the ladies amuse themselves by making miscreant males eat the muck off of the bottoms of their boots. Sounds like fun doesn’t it?”

“Yawchch-yucck!”

She laughed.



 

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