My Submissive Life
11. Humiliation
After the evening with Miss Tina and her daughter I thought I was exhausted. On
Thursday evening I spent time reflecting on my new life and dreaming of new the
adventures it would bring. I called Miss Lora to let her know where I was and
what I was doing. By Friday evening I was very anxious to see one of my new
mistresses. Now that I had experienced the wonders of servitude, it was all I
could think of. The evening was very difficult, sitting by the phone waiting
for a call. I left a message again hoping that Miss Lora would call. My balls
were aching for relief. At 11:00 the phone rang. I picked it up immediately
and answered. Hello I am your submissive slut.
"Have you missed me this week?" It was Miss Lora. I recognized her voice. Yes
Miss Lora, I have missed you terribly. May I serve you soon? "Not yet. I will
be out of town this weekend." My heart sunk. "But there is someone else I want
you to meet." She gave me an address and told me to go to her house at 10
o'clock Saturday morning. "You are to take an overnight bag. Miss Carol is
whom you will be meeting. She lives with her sister. You must be ready to
serve, because they are very demanding." She paused for a moment. "I think
that is enough for you to know now. You will find out tomorrow what you need to
know." Thank you Miss Lora. "You have been a good boy, right?" Yes ma'am.
"You have not been masturbating when you are alone?" No ma'am. When she said
that I could feel my penis start to rise. "You should go to bed now and get
plenty of rest. You will need it." Then she hung up.
I had a difficult time sleeping that night, as I kept thinking about the next
day and what new experiences I would have. My alarm went off at 8:00. I ate
breakfast and got ready quickly. I did not want to be late for my appointment.
At 10:00 sharp I was standing nervously on Miss Carol's porch ringing her
doorbell.
The door opened quickly and a very pretty black lady greeted me. She must have
been in her mid forties, and she spoke in very sophisticated way. "Hello. I am
Carol Smith. You can call me Miss Carol. Come in." She moved back as I
entered, and she pointed to the parlor. "Go in there and wait. I will get my
sister." As I looked over the room, I noticed that their furniture was very
nice but old fashion, probably from the 1800s. There were many pictures on the
wall. They were old lithographs showing well-dressed black people. There were
also pictures of white people in servant clothing. A few moments went by before
then they came in.
"This is my sister Zeta. You will call her Miss Zeta." I stood up and folded
my hands. She was just as attractive and appeared to be about the same age.
Both of them were in short dresses. I am very honored to meet both of you.
Miss Lora told me to.... Miss Carol cut me off in mid sentence. I know what
Lora told you. And I will do the talking. Does that meet with your approval
young man." Yes ma'am. I am very sorry. "You should be." She moved over to
the chair to sit down. "Sit down Zeta. Lets get acquainted with him." I was
afraid to sit down, so I remained standing beside of my overnight bag. "I
trust that you are prepared to follow orders and perform in an appropriate
manner." I had no idea what they would have me do, but I knew I had to say yes.
Yes ma'am. She spent the next half hour asking me questions about my
background, my past and recent experiences as a submissive. She even asked me
if I had served black people before. Some of her questions made me very
uncomfortable, but my answers seemed to please her. The longer she talked the
more dominant her personality became. I was becoming very attracted to her.
They paused for a few moments and looked at each other. Then Miss Carol leaned
back and folded her amrms. "Remove your clothes." I guess I was not expecting
her to say that. "Don't hesitate when I give you an order. Remove your clothes
at once." I quickly fumbled with my buttons and removed my shirt. I took off my
shoes and socks. Then I undid my pants and removed them. I felt very
humiliated and my face was burning. Now that I was down to my panties, I put
my fingers in the waistband. "No, not yet, you fool. Get down on your knees and
fold your clothes. Put them in your bag." I turned on my knees to face them
once I was finished. "You are going to be our slave for the next two days.
Crawl over here at our feet." I crawled to hem and bent down to kiss their feet
and hide my embarrassment. I could feel the shame and humiliation creep over my
body, but at the same time it felt good to touch their skin and serve them.
Several minutes went by while Miss Carol explained to me what my role would be.
"You will serve us in all matters regarding our physical needs. You are our
slave and you will be treated as one." She paused while I continued to worship
her feet. "That's enough. Zeta, show him to his room and give him his
uniform." They both got up. Miss Zeta pulled me by hair until I was standing.
"Get your bag and follow me." I followed her to their guest room. She pointed
to a silky apron lying on the bed. It was black and bordered with white lace.
"Take your panties off and put the apron on." She stood with her hands on her
hips. "Stand facing me while you do it." She wanted me to expose myself to
her. As I pushed my panties down to step out of them, she shook her head from
side to side. "You are not properly prepared." I was not sure what she meant,
but I reached for the apron to put it on. I put it over my head and tied it in
the back. "Now follow me to the kitchen."
When we entered Miss zeta walked over to the table and sat down across from Miss
Carol. Miss Carol looked at me with a smile. "You are a little white whore,
aren't you?" I was surprised by her remark, but I managed to say yes ma'am.
She got up and walked towards the door. She reached behind the door and pulled
out a leather strap. My heart began to race as fear overtook me. What was she
going to do? "Do you know what we do with little white whores?" No... a no
ma'am. "Well, you are going to find out. Stand here." She pulled me until I
was in front of the center island. "Lean over and put your hands on the
counter." I was beginning to get real nervous, and I could feel my face on fire
again. "What do you think we do to little white whores?" Do you whip them
ma'am? She did not answer, but moved behind me and to the side. "Tell me what
you are." I stumbled for the words. I am a little white whore ma'am. "You
are?" Yes ma'am. "Then what must I do to you?" You must whip me ma'am. I
hated to say it but I knew I must. "And what must you do before I whip you?"
I thought for a moment. I didn't know what she meant. She spoke each word
again slowly. "What must you do?" Then I new what she wanted.
"Well." Please punish me ma'am. "Why?" Oh my God, I felt so humiliated in
front of them. Because I am a little white whore. She immediately landed a
blow to my ass. I yelled out. Then she landed another. Oh, please have mercy
Miss Carol. Then another. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Please have mercy Miss Carol. I
closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as the stinging pain burned my naked ass
cheeks. "You are a filthy white whore." She paused for a few moments. "Do you
know why?" I didn't know what to say. "I know why." Then she hit me again, and
I cried out in pain. "Because you are a cock sucker." Now I knew. Miss Tina
had told her what she made me do to her boyfriend. "Aren't you?" Yes ma'am.
Then she landed another shot to my ass. Oh my God Miss Carol. Then another one
came down. Oh God Please Miss Carol. "You are a dirty cock sucker, and you eat
cum too. Don't you? Yes ma'am. "You like sucking cocks." She landed another
smack to my ass. Oh God Miss Carol. Please stop. Please have mercy. "I will
stop when you tell my why you love to suck cock." Then another smack. Yes
ma'am. Please stop. I will tell you.
"Well, I am waiting for an explanation." I was in so much pain from the sting
in my ass; it was hard to think straight. Smack! "You had better start
explaining." Yes ma'am. I like to suck cocks for my....for my....for Miss
Tina. Smack! Oh my God Miss Carol. Please stop. I love to suck cocks because
it pleases Miss Tina. My voice rose. And I will do anything to please you and
Miss Zeta too ma'am. Then she stopped. She walked back to the door and hung
up the strap. "So you suck cock to please Miss Tina?" She strolled casually
back to the chair. Yes ma'am, and I will do that for you and Miss Zeta if it
pleases you. I would say anything at that point to get her to stop.
"Come over her and stand before us on you knees." I moved slowly recovering
from the awful stinging pain in my ass cheeks, and the burning shame in my face.
As humiliating as it was, I was also burning with the desire to serve these
beautiful women. "Look at me and tell me how you will serve us." The room
became deafly quiet except for the tapping of her fingers on the table. I will
do any thing you tell me to do ma'am. I will do chores for you. I will attend
your personal needs. I looked down in shame. I will serve you in the toilet
ma'am if be your desire.
"As you can see we are very demanding. If you do not please us, you will be
punished as a slave should be." The room became quiet again. "Has he properly
prepared himself for us?" She looked at Miss Zeta. "Unfortunately he is not."
My heart started beating fast again. What have I done, or not done? "He is
not?" She looked at me harshly. "Our little white whore does not practice good
hygiene." She leaned over and whispered something in Miss Carol's ear. "Lets
take him into our chamber and correct that." They both got up and Miss Carol
grabbed my hair again as we walked to their bedroom.
The room was just as impressive as the rest of the house; old style furniture
decorated with expensive cloth. There was one striking difference. There was a
bondage table and a bondage chair. There were also several pieces I was not
familiar with. On the far side of the room were a large couch and several
chairs. A thick rug separated them, and the wall was made up of bookshelves.
It appeared to be an area to relax and read, or serve as a getaway from the rest
of the house. They walked back to that area and sat on the couch. As they sat
down Miss Carol pointed to a place in the center of the rug. I quickly got to
my knees.
"Raise your apron." I did as she instructed. She stared for a moment at my
nakedness. Then she looked at Miss Zeta for a moment, and then looked back at
me. "Why are you not shaved?" I had kept my pubic hair very short; not more
than a half inch long. None of my other Mistresses had asked me that, so I
thought it was ok. I looked down in fear and shame. "Answer me." I don't know
ma'am. "Zeta, get a razor and a towel." The room became quiet except for the
sound of Miss Zeta leaving the room. Miss Carol rose and pulled my by the hair
over to the bondage table. "Get up here on your knees." As I was getting into
position she gave me instructions. " Remove your apron and put it behind you.
Then put your hands behind your back. Spread your legs." I began to feel an
overwhelming sense of humiliation, displayed, as I was for whatever they were
going to do to me. My penis and balls were directly in front of them at arm
level. She put the towel on the table between my legs and spread it out.
Miss Zeta opened her hand to reveal a razor just like the ones they use in
hospitals and doctors offices to shave hair. Miss Carol took it in her hand and
looked at Miss Zeta. "I will show you how this is done. You take the penis in
your left hand and start shaving down to the balls." She immediately did so
without the least bit of hesitation. It was so quick I didn't have a chance to
think. I held my breath thinking it would hurt. But to my surprise it was not
so bad. It felt like tiny shocks to my skin. It actually felt good to be
touched by her.
She stroked the razor across my balls until all of the hair was removed. Then
she removed all of the hair above my penis up to my naval. "Spread your legs
further." I moved my knees as far apart as I could. She bent down and pulled
my balls up to expose the area between my legs. Then she ran the razor all
along that area. The pressure on my balls felt good. For the first time since I
had been there, I could feel the fullness in my balls and I was becoming
excited. "Bend over and put your weight on your hands." Oh my God she was
going to shave my ass. I did as she instructed and I quickly felt the razor
gliding over the area around my ass hole. "Now get back up." I quickly complied
and looked down at my freshly shaved penis and balls. They looked different and
I could feel the slightest air movement on my balls. "Now our little whore
looks more natural."
She began brushing the hair from my stomach by using a slapping motion to knock
it off. She continued the same procedure on my penis, by holding it with one
hand and slapping the hair off with the other. But when she pulled my penis up
and began slapping the hair off my balls, it really hurt. She paid no attention
to my discomfort. The slaps jolted my already sensitive balls. Oh please Miss
Carol. Please stop. She did not hesitate. "Shut up." Oh my God Miss Carol.
I grunted each time she did it. I could feel the tears begin to run down my
cheek. She continued to slap my balls with total disregard for the pain it was
causing me. I believe she spent extra time doing that just to watch me suffer.
Finally she finished and stood back to admire her handiwork. She raised my
penis with her hand to look at my balls again. "There, that looks much better."
Then in a sudden movement, she delivered one more slap to my balls, only this
time much harder. I cried out in pain. Then she grabbed my balls and pulled
them down. She slowly began to squeeze them until the pain was showing in my
face. Oh please Miss Carol. I brought my hands around to touch hers. "Put
those hands back behind you. Don't you ever do that again." She squeezed
harder. "Do you understand?" I muttered a yes ma'am as my voice trembled and
the tears ran down my cheek. "Don't you ever come here with hair on your balls
again. If you do I will pull every one out with my fingers. Do I make myself
clear?" Yes ma'am. She let go of my balls and I felt a sudden relief. Please
forgive me Miss Carol. I won't do it again.
She seemed to ignore my comments as she used her hands to examine my cock and
balls for any signs of stubble. "Zeta, while we have him on display, would you
like to feel how good a job I did?" Miss Zeta came over and raised her long
fingers to my penis and balls. She gently began to examine me. The warm touch
of her hands was exciting. Now that the pain in my balls had subsided, her warm
caresses were stimulating me in another way. I looked down to see my penis
swelling in her hand. She looked up at me with a sinister smile, but kept up
her manipulation. "I think he is taking liberties with me." Just as my penis
had swollen to almost full attention, she backed off. "I thought he was not
allowed to become erect unless he is serving us." My heart sunk as I new
immediately what she was referring to. I am not allowed to become erect unless
she is naked or I am serving her. Oh my God, I knew I was in trouble again.
"This filthy little whore just can't stay out of trouble." Miss Zeta reached
under the table and retrieved a small handled strap. The strap part was about 9
inches long. I knew what was coming and I began to get scared. I looked down
at my penis again and it was quickly falling to a limp position. She raised the
strap to my lips. "I want to hear you beg for your punishment." Yes Miss Zeta.
I searched my mind for the words. Please punish me for getting an erection
ma'am. She took my chin in her hand and looked into my eyes. "And what shall I
punish?" My penis ma'am. She grabbed my penis with her left hand and began
messaging it. Oh my God, she was going to make me hard again. "So, you want me
to punish this?" She looked down as it was beginning to swell again. I could
not help myself. Suddenly I was overwhelmed with desire to serve her. Please
allow me to serve you ma'am. She ignored me and moved her hand down to my balls
to continue her manipulations. Oh God it felt so good. I could feel that
familiar churning in my balls. "I bet you would like to cum, wouldn't you?"
Yes ma'am. I knew she was toying with me, but I had not other choice. My penis
was almost fully erect again.
She continued to message my cock and balls. Oh god it felt good. "But, you
have been a bad little whore. You have taken liberties with me. You are
placing your desires above mine." Her voice was getting louder and angrier.
"So, you will be punished!" As she moved away from me her arm went up. I
gritted my teeth as I knew what was going to happen. Smack! The sting of the
strap on my penis shot through my body and my erection began to melt. Smack!
Smack! Oh my God Miss Zeta. As my penis became limp again, she grabbed the
head with her fingers and pulled it up to deliver two quick smacks to the under
side. Oh God please stop. Please stop. She stood to one side while holding
my penis up with her finger and thumb. Then she delivered a series of smacks to
my penis and balls. I was crying out and begging her to stop, but she ignored
me. The sharp pain was shooting through my body, and my singing flesh felt like
it was on fire. Oh God, Please Miss Zeta. Please have mercy. She delivered a
few more hard smacks as my cracking voice begged her to stop. The smile on her
face showed how much she was enjoying my suffering. I began begging and
pleading for relief, as she continued to smack my penis and balls. It felt like
they were on fire. "Look Carol. Our little whore likes to have his cock and
balls tortured." She released my penis and held her fingers up. They were
coated with pre-cum.
As much pain as I was in, my penis had actually started getting hard again, and
I was leaking pre-cum. " So he is a pain slut too." Miss Zeta stuck her
fingers up to my mouth and I instinctively licked them clean. I was so relieved
that she had stopped smacking my penis and balls, I didn't care. She grabbed my
chin and pulled my face to hers. "If you try to cum without our permission, you
will suffer a lot more than this." Yes ma'am. "Now, get off of there and put
your apron back on. And clean up this mess." They went back to the couch and
sat down. When I was finished I quickly got on my knees before them.
"Zeta, I am going out for a while. I told Tom I would have lunch with him
today." Miss Zeta smiled and whispered in Miss Carol's ear. Then they both
laughed as they looked at me. "Make good use of him while I am gone." They got
up to leave the room, and Miss Zeta looked back at me. "You stay where you
are." Yes ma'am. As they left and their voices faded, I began to look around
the room. Everything was in perfect order. The room must have been in the
center of the house, because there were no windows. I remember thinking how
sound proof it must be with and all of the cloth and rugs in the room.
After a few minutes, Miss Zeta entered the room. My back was to her and I was
afraid to turn around. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could feel her
getting closer to me. I heard her flip her shoes off, then the next thing I
knew she was pointing her finger in the back of my head. "Turn around." I
scooted around on my knees and found myself only inches from her. " I need some
personal attention." Her voice was low. What a sudden change in her mood. I
did not know what to say. "You are going to serve me." Yes ma'am. She turned
around. "Unzip my dress." I immediately felt my penis begin to rise. I was
trying not to get an erection, but it was no use. I raised my hands to grasp
the zipper just below her hairline. I slowly pulled it down. She then pulled
her arms out of the sleeves and let it fall. It slid down her sleek body to a
pile in the floor.
She had on a matching black bra and panty set. "Undo my bra." Oh my God, I
could not control the feeling in my groin any more. I brought my trembling
finger back up, and somehow managed to get the clips undone. She probably knew
she was driving me crazy with desire. I wanted to serve her so badly. She
pulled the straps across her chest and let the bra fall to the floor. Then she
slowly turned around. My head was only inches from her firm jutting breasts.
They were beautiful. "Well my little slave, don't just gawk at me, fold my
clothes and put them on the chest at the foot of the bed." Yes ma'am. I
quickly brushed her clothes into my arms as I scurried to the chest. I folded
them neatly and returned to her.
As I stood before her on my knees, she pushed her fingers under the elastic band
of her panties and snaked them down between her legs. My eyes were glued to her
panties as I watched her rub herself. "I have not relieved myself for several
days." She gradually pulled her hand out and raised it to her nose. "Oh my, I
think I really need to do something about that. Don't you think so?" Then she
lowered her finger to my nose, and I inhaled her sexy aroma. God it was strong.
Her unique blend of vaginal discharge and pussy sweat infiltrated my nostrils
and immediately stimulated my penis. I could feel it rise against my silky
apron.
"Lick it clean." I eagerly licked on her finger as she pushed it to my mouth.
"You will have to earn the right to lick where it came from." She turned around
again. "Take my panties down." I could feel my penis stiffen. I wanted to
touch and smell her body. I nervously inserted my fingers into the waistband of
her panties and began pulling them down. My heart raced as her ass cheeks came
into view. They were so firm and beautiful. I pulled her panties down to her
ankles. But before she stepped out of them she gave me another order. "Kiss my
ass." I immediately touched my lips to her ebony ass. God her skin was so soft
and erotic. I began kissing all over her cheeks; gradually working my way down
to the large split between them. The closer I got, the more her anal scent
permeated my nostrils. It was strong at first, but it gradually captivated my
senses and stimulated my urge to serve her further. I was truly becoming her
wanton slave.
As she stepped out of the panties and bent forward to pick them up, her ass
cheeks separated. I got my first look at her ass hole, and it was more
beautiful than I had imagined. I wanted so badly to kiss it and lick it. Then
she turned back to face me with her panties in her hand. She unfolded them to
expose the crotch. "I trust you know what to do with these." Yes ma'am. I
reached out my hand and with one slow motion brought them to my nose. Her
strong scent quickly excited me again. I could feel my fully erect penis throb
against the silky material of my apron. I rubbed the crotch of her panties
across my nose and licked the material. I momentarily lost myself in the taste
and smell of her pussy juice.
"That's enough." She walked around me and sat down on the couch. "Stand up and
face me." As I stood up my erection was obvious. My balls were aching from
denial, and I wanted to cum badly. "I have permitted you to touch my body and
inhale my scent. In return I have heard very little gratitude from you." I am
so sorry Miss Zeta. I am very thankful for being allowed to serve you. She
spread her legs and I saw her clit for the first time. Even though its black
color blended in with her perfectly trimmed pubic hair, its glistening surface
showed very clearly that she was in need of stimulation. "You will get no more
liberties until you have begged and convinced me that you are worthy." She
spread her pussy with her hands and began teasing her clit with her finger. "I
don't really need your help, so you had better be convincing if you want to
participate."
Please Miss Zeta, please allow me to serve you and make you feel good. I beg of
you to allow me to give you pleasure by orally serving you. I promise to try
and please you as long as you like. I beg to taste and inhale the scent of your
glorious vagina, and your heavenly ass hole. Please use me for your pleasure.
She did not look at me, but continued to rub her clit. "That's not very
convincing." May I get to my knees Miss Zeta and beg like a true slave? She
looked up. "I will allow you." I immediately got to my knees. All I could
think of was serving her. My penis was fully erect and my balls were aching
with desire, but I really wanted to serve her. "But you will have to prove to
me that you are doing this for my pleasure and not yours." Please Miss Zeta.
Let me show you how loyal I can be to your service. I promise not to allow
myself to cum. If I receive any pleasure, it will be from my desire to serve
you. I want to give pleasure to your pussy and your ass hole so badly. Please
punish me and give me pain while I am serving you to prove it.
"Now, that gives me an idea. Go to the table." I quickly complied. "Open the
drawer. You will find a long cord. Bring it to me." I found it and handed it
to her. "Tie this end around your balls. Tightly. I want them to turn red."
I was not sure what she was going to do, but I did as she asked. "Now bring the
cord up behind you and over your shoulder. Now get to your knees and hand me
the cord."
I was beginning to understand. "Lean forward on your hands." As I leaned
forward my face was only inches from her pussy. My nostrils were filled again
with the aroma of her aroused pussy. As I took in her womanly scent, she began
pulling on the cord. I could feel my balls pulled up into my ass crack. "There
we go. How does that feel?" It was feeling uncomfortable, but I was afraid to
answer. She pulled harder. "Well?" It hurts ma'am. "Oh, too bad." She pulled
harder and my balls were forced to the bottom of my ball sack. The pressure on
them was increasing, and the sensation was becoming very painful. That hurts
even more now Miss Zeta. "Tell me slave, how much pain will you take? How much
are you willing to pay for the privilege of tasting my pussy?" I don't know
ma'am. "Well, you know the old saying, 'No pain, no gain." She pulled harder.
This time it became very uncomfortable. Please Miss Zeta. My balls are hurting
very badly now.
"Good." She enjoyed my discomfort. "Tell me what you are going to do for me."
Please Miss Zeta, please allow me to lick your pussy. Please let me give you
pleasure. My nose was only and inch from her pussy and I could almost touch her
clit with my tongue. I could smell the strong scent of urine and vaginal
secretions. It was an intoxicating blend of womanly odor that was driving me
crazy with lust. She pulled again. I begged her again as I involuntarily moved
forward to relieve the pain in my balls. My nose was now in her hair and I
opened my mouth to taste her clit. Oh God it tasted good.
She pushed herself forward into my face until her crotch was on the edge of the
couch. "Eat my pussy until I tell you to stop, you white piece of shit." As
humiliated as I felt, the taste and smell of this dominant black beauty was
controlling me. I dove into her pussy and began licking it. I sucked her large
clit and drank her juices. I stuck my tongue into her vagina as far as it would
go. The thick syrupy juices from inside her vagina had a tangier taste. I
could tell she was nearing orgasm. "Eat it you white whore!" She began humping
my face. "I am going to cum." She moved forward more and spread her legs.
"Lick my ass hole too!" I moved down between her ass cheeks and lunged into her
ass hole. It was covered with her pussy juices, but they did not mask the acrid
taste of her other hole. God, I was in heaven. She pulled harder on my balls,
but I was so lost in my service to Miss Zeta that I didn't care. "Lick my
pussy. I want to cum! I want to cum! " I quickly put my tongue back to her
pussy. Her juices were flowing like water. I swallowed all I could while I
licked and sucked her clit. Then she let go of the cord and put her hands on
the back of my head. The sudden relief to my aching balls made me more
determined to serve her well.
"I am cuming! Oh God! I am cuming!" She shook violently while pressing my
face into her pussy. She did this for what seemed like several minutes, while I
struggled to get my breath. Finally she started coming down from her orgasm and
let go of my head. I began gently kissing and licking her wonderful pussy.
Thank you Miss Zeta. Thank you Miss Zeta for allowing me to please you. I
thanked her and licked her and kissed her for several minutes as she finally
fell into a relaxed state.
After a few moments she lifted her foot and pushed me away. "You're not
finished yet." She got up and started walking. "Follow me." I crawled behind
her until we were in the bathroom. I knew what that mean, and I became even
more excited to taste here golden nectar. She sat down on the toilet. "Lay at
my feet you little whore." I did as she ordered. "Suck my toes while I piss."
As I sucked her toes, I could hear the sound of her piss splashing in the
toilet. I was anxious to taste her golden fluid. Suddenly she began rising
from the toilet. "Get on your knees and lick me dry." I quickly rose up to see
her spreading legs. I could see the droplets of piss hanging from her hair and
her clit. I licked from the back of her pussy to the front and was promptly
rewarded with the sharp taste of her urine. "Keep your mouth there. I think
there is more." I sealed my mouth over her pussy as a final spurt of urine
filled my mouth. The sharp flavor permeated my taste buds. I now felt totally
humiliated by her, yet very grateful to be her servant.
I followed Miss Zeta to the bedroom to help her get dressed to go out. My
noticed my erection and the discharge on my apron from my obvious state of
arousal, but showed no inclination to give me relief. "Carol will be back with
her boyfriend soon." She looked down at my apron. "I don't trust you by
yourself yet. Come over here." I followed her to the bondage chair and sat
down in it as she instructed. She strapped my hands and arms to the chair. "I
don't want you playing with this." She reached down and flipped my penis
through the apron. "Oh, I almost forgot." She picked up her soiled panties she
had on earlier. "You can wear these while I am gone. It will remind you of me."
She opened them up and put them over my head with the crotch piece over my nose.
Her heady aroma immediately filled my nostrils. Then she left the room.
END of Part 11
