Weekend of Slavery - Part 1

Story written by - Slave R


I awoke with the aroma of ripe cheese in my nostrils and difficulty breathing. I soon realised that Helen had my nose pressed between her big toe and second toe. I tried to pull her foot away from my face but she was standing over me on the bed, pressing more of her body weight onto my face through the sole of her foot.

“I do hope you haven’t forgotten our little arrangement”, she cooed. “I won the bet fair and square. You should know by now I’m always right. And now, foot boy, you have to be my slave for the entire weekend. And remember, we’re doing this without a safe word and absolutely anything goes. We both agreed to accept that if we lost. Luckily for me, it’s you who’s the loser!” She grinned.

I felt shattered and still a little drunk from last night. Bleary-eyed, I glanced over at the alarm clock. 3.15! She’d woken me up early to get the most out of my weekend of servitude. The audacity!

“Yes, I know it’s early. I’m tired too. In fact, I shall be going back to bed very shortly but first I want you to get into your slave outfit. Now!” Demanded Helen as she roughly dragged the sole of her foot down my face, drawing my lower lip off my teeth as it went. “Go to the chest and fetch your bindings… and CRAWL!” she yelled as I started to stand up.

I crawled across the bedroom floor and opened the wooden chest, from which I retrieved a studded dog collar, a lead, wrist and ankle cuffs, some chain and a long piece of cord. I crawled back to the bed where my girlfriend was now perched, carrying the slave gear in my mouth. She put the collar around my neck and fastened it.

“Is that comfortable, slave?” she demanded.

“Yes… Mistress H”, I answered, begrudgingly.

“Well that’s no good!” she laughed, tightening the collar another notch so that it was restricting my breathing slightly. “Now hold out your wrists”, ordered my mistress as she proceeded to fasten the leather cuffs. She did the same with my ankles. Next, she looped the cord around my scrotum and tied a knot, pulling it gradually tighter. “Tell me when to stop, but only when it’s as tight as you can possibly bear”

“Stop!” I gasped as the cord tightened around my nut sack, separating my balls from my cock.

My mistress carried on tightening until my balls started to go purple. “Next time say ‘please stop, oh divine Mistress’ and I might actually listen”, she said with indifference, tying a double knot around my tortured manhood. “Now, I want you to lie at the end of the bed, curled on your side with your face towards the head of the bed”. I complied and she proceeded to chain my ankle and wrist cuffs together behind my back. She took the free end of the cord and pulled it up towards the pillow, then she put the duvet over my head and climbed into bed, leaving the rest of my naked body exposed and cold. She tugged on the cord, sending a jolt of pain through my groin. “Now I’m going back to sleep. I want you to lick my soles until I awake again. If I notice you stop I’m going to pull hard on this cord. Got it?” She pressed her soles firmly against my face.

“Yes Mistress H”, I replied, my voice muffled under the duvet. And so I started obediently licking my Mistress’s feet as she slept…

A flash of pain jolted through my groin, which was not entirely unpleasant in a strange way, and I realised I must have dozed off. I immediately resumed fervently licking her beautiful soft soles until she ordered me to stop, pulling the duvet cover away. It was already daylight outside so I must have been licking for some time before I fell asleep.

“Okay slave, I’m going to the loo for a pee and I want you on your back with your head near the headboard when I get back”, Mistress H informed me as she walked naked to the bathroom. I gazed longingly at her slim but curvy form as she left: her narrow shoulders, smooth back, round bottom, feminine legs and, of course, her stunning feet that I was so ready to submit to.

My girlfriend was not normally a dominant person – quite the opposite – but she knew about my deepest, darkest fantasies and loved me enough to endulge them often. This weekend she was Mistress H. It was entirely consensual but for the first time there was no safe word and there were no holds barred. Of course, had I won the bet I would have assumed the dominant role with equal gusto and used her as my sex toy all weekend and she would have been equally accepting of her fate.

Anyway, back to the present. I was struggling to get into position, my hands and feet being shackled behind my back. I was almost there but still on my side and not quite up to the headboard when Mistress H returned.

“Useless foot licking slave!” she scolded, climbing onto the bed and standing astride me. She tugged me roughly into the correct position using the lead around my neck and the cord around my balls. She then turned to face the headboard, looping my scrotum leash over the top bar of the headboard as she did so. I was now staring up at her divine pussy, beyond which were her glorious breasts and pert nipples. Heaven. “Getting a good eyeful slave?” she enquired.

“Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress”, I replied.

“Well that’s quite enough pleasure for you: it’s time to pleasure me! I’m going to ride your face until I come so get that talented tongue of yours ready for action”, she said, lowering herself slowly, slowly towards my face. As she squatted her lips parted allowing me to see her wet sex as it came down to contact my lips. “Lick!” she commanded. I obeyed. She tasted strongly of sex but also rather salty. “In case you’re wondering, slave, I thought to myself ‘why waste toilet paper drying myself when I’m just going to get wet again anyway?’. And besides, your tongue is a more than adequate substitute!”

I was rather shocked by this. Helen had never subjected me to anything so humiliating before. Despite the humiliation, or maybe because of it, I felt myself getting harder and gave out a muffled moan of pleasure from under Mistress H’s mound as I licked eagerly.

“I SAID this is my turn for pleasure, not yours!” Mistress H shouted, pulling hard on the cord attached to my sack. This just added to my arousal but I stopped moaning and concentrated on pleasing my Mistress. As she became more aroused she started grinding her pussy on my face, using my nose to rub her clit. I was getting wet with her juices. She moved forward slightly so that I was licking from her anus to her pussy, over her sensitive perineum. “Now tongue my arse”, she ordered, raising herself off my face slightly and looking down at me. “Stick out your tongue into a rigid point… that’s right, like that”, she said as she lowered herself down onto my protruding tongue, forcing it through her sphincter. “Well don’t just lay there! Move it about a bit, useless slave! I want to feel it in there!” I eagerly complied, wishing to please my divine Mistress.

“Oh, this is wonderful, slave! I may reward you for this”, Mistress H cooed, driving herself up and down on my tongue while fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit. I could feel her thighs tensing against the side of my head and knew she was about to come. She repositioned her pussy over my mouth and pressed her button firmly onto my nose, rubbing herself hard on my face. I couldn’t breathe at all, I was being suffocated by her delicious, wet pussy. She tugged rhythmically on my cord in time with her movements, getting faster as she approached climax. Suddenly she squeezed my head hard between her legs, shuddering and gasping as her juices flowed over my face and soaked my hair. She was using the cord to keep herself upright now and my balls were being stretched painfully away from my groin. 

Mistress H flopped herself off my face to land sitting on the bed near my head. “Good slave!” she gasped, panting for breath. She rubbed her feet all over my face and presented her soles, now covered in her juices, to my mouth to lick clean while she enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm.

Once I'd cleaned Mistress H's feet and she had regained her composure, she unhooked my ankle cuffs from my wrist cuffs and allowed me to stretch my limbs for a moment.

"Slave", she said, "if allowing you brief respite from your shackles wasn't enough reward in itself, I am also going to go to the bakery and buy you some breakfast. Now, what'll it be? A doughnut maybe?"

"Thank you Mistress, a doughnut would be most kind!"

"I know! A pathetic, foot sniffing slave is hardly worthy of such a treat. A doughnut it is then. And maybe something extra. We can't have you running out of energy with a whole weekend of slavery ahead of you, now can we? Now then, we need to find something to occupy your naked slave ass while I'm gone", she added while she threw on some shorts and a vest top. "and I'm thinking literally! Go and fetch me your vibrating butt plug. On your hands and knees! And bring it back to me in your mouth. And make sure you give it a good suck 'cos I haven't got time to put any lube on it!" She added with an evil grin.

I crawled to our toy chest and retrieved the hard plastic plug, carrying it to her in my mouth as ordered. I dropped it at her feet and kissed her toes lovingly.

"Good little doggy!" She mocked. "Now go and fetch one of my old trainers from the wardrobe. The ones that got really smelly after you asked me to wear the same socks for a week, I think. And meet me by the front door in 30 seconds. You may stand to come down stairs but otherwise I want you to crawl everywhere unless I say otherwise, okay?"

"Your wish is my command Mistress H", I responded, obediently. We were both really getting into our roles now and I was loving every minute. It was the best bet I'd ever lost!

30 seconds later I was on all fours again in the hallway with Mistress H's smelly trainer in my mouth. I noticed she still hadn't put any shoes on to go to the shop.

"Now slave, I'm going to the shop for your reward and I'll only be 10 minutes but during that time I want you to guard the house because I'm leaving the front door open. You won't actually know if anyone comes to the door because I want you facing away from it so your arse is on display. Well, go on then!" Mistress H demanded. I dutifully turned round so my naked bottom was facing the door for anyone to see who came close to the house. "Now drop the trainer in front of you and put your face right into it. I don't want you breathing anything but cheesy trainer air until I return!"

I complied and no sooner had my face gone inside her shoe did she try to wriggle the now-dry butt plug into my anus. She tutted, pulled it out, I heard her spit on it and then it slid deep into my rectum. She turned it on to full power, opened the front door and walked out without a word, leaving me exposed and growing increasingly aroused from the vibrations and her heavenly foot scent. I could hear the chatter of people in the street periodically but I don't think I was seen by anyone. I hope not, anyway!