Steven

I wake up with Mistress Gloria's fingers slowly stroking my erection. Cynthia is busy laying out Mistress' breakfast on her nearby table. Mistress sees that I am awake, and says, "Last night was lovely Steven. But I need the taste of girl this morning, and I need a cock in my ass. Cyn, bring some butter and grease Steven's cock, then I want you where I can eat your pussy." Cyn follows her orders swiftly, and a minute later my cock is covered in butter. Cyn sits on Mistress' pillow, spreading her thighs for Mistress to eat breakfast. I get behind my Mistress' raised ass, and press my butter-greased hard-on against her anus, then slowly enter her.

Mistress Gloria knows that I will fuck her hard and fast, moving her whole body so that her tongue dances back and forth over Cyn's clit. Cyn screams in her orgasm, and I almost erupt with a gush of semen in Mistress' ass. But I have not been given permission to ejaculate. I keep on pumping in and out of her ass, hoping that I am giving my Mistress as much pleasure as she is giving me.

Mistress Gloria moans even louder as she cums nearer to her own climax. She continues to slurp away at Cyn's pussy, lapping up every bit of tasty girly juice. Some girls would be screaming, "No more! I can't take it!" under that kind of onslaught from my Mistress' expert tongue, but of course Cyn is a fuck slave like me, and it is not her place to deny her Mistress.

Equally, I must continue to fuck my Mistress' ass until she tells me to stop. It is almost ten minutes later when Mistress cums up for air, leaving Cyn exhausted from an intense series of orgasms. "Steven, you will ejaculate now!" my Mistress commands. It is such a relief to be permitted to pump my sperm into Mistress Gloria's perfect ass-hole. A minute later I withdraw, my cock covered in a mixture of butter, semen and shit. Mistress commands Cynthia suck her pussy while she drinks her morning coffee.

She also tells me to find Amanda to clean me up. This is a welcome order, since Amanda is the finest cock sucker I have ever known, after my Mistress. Mistress Gloria knows all the delicate fine points of felatio, but Amanda replaces that skill with pure deep-throat enthusiasm. It's the difference between being slowly nibbled and sucked off, and having a girl make me fuck her in her mouth.

Once Amanda has me completely cleaned off, including a long hot needle-spray shower, she dresses me in my clothing for the day, a simple long lace bathrobe. She ties the lace sash down around my cock as it thrusts out from the front of my robe. This day my schedule of chores mostly includes taking care of the laundry. My Mistress has a modern washing machine, but she prefers that I hang the household lingerie out on a clothes line. The warm wind of late spring teases the lingerie, both what I am wearing and what I am hanging up.

My slave collar buzzes gently against my neck, 3 long bursts for the letter O, meaning that Mistress wants me in her office. I finish hanging up a bra, then run. As I dash into the office I can see two young women talking to my Mistress over a coffee table. Mistress looks up at me and tells me, "Steven, this is Joyce and Claire. They are both members of the Epsilon Zeta Pi sorority at the university, and they want to interview you. So I want you to give them your full cooperation. I will speak to you later."

The two strangers wave hello to me as Mistress rises and walks out of the room, so I sit down on the couch where she had been, facing these interesting ladies. I notice a tape recorder on the table between us, but most of my attention is on our guests. They both seem to be in their early 20s. Joyce is fairly tall with blue eyes and a pretty smile in a nice oval face framed by long pale brown hair. Claire is some kind of oriental, but I'm not too good at telling Japanese from Vietnamese. She has a wide open face with deep brown eyes and rich shoulder-length black hair.

Joyce starts my interview. "We are doing a joint sociology paper on recreational sex slavery in America. Tell me, why did you decide to become a sex slave?"

I lean back in my couch, casually spreading my legs to make sure my erection is on prominent display. "I didn't actually decide. I'm a criminal with a record of many assaults on guys who made fun of this." I point to my cock. "So I was going to go to juvenile jail, but the judge thought my permanent erection was too good to be wasted, so she sold me to Mistress instead. This way the state doesn't have the expense of feeding me. The judge made a profit, and Mistress rents me out to her rich friends. I get to be here instead of jail. Everyone benefits."

Claire jumps in with a question. "What does a sex slave do all day?"

"Mostly pretty normal stuff. I mow the lawn and clean the pool and hang the lingerie out to dry. And I take school classes from our tutor and do my homework. I have to work out every day in our gym, so I'm getting pretty strong. But the best part is daily sex practice."

Then Joyce asked me, "So what is involved in daily sex practice?"

"Almost anything, but a lot of it is memory. Last week Mistress entertained 22 of the ladies in her exclusive fuck club. I had met a few of them before, but by the end of the day I could tell you exactly how each one of them likes sex best; how she likes to have her tits sucked, how to reach her g-spot, whether she likes it in her ass, and so on."

Claire looked fascinated. "So why are you the only boy slave?"

I knew that one had to be coming. "Because of my erection. Mistress is really a lesbian, and I am just a walking dildo with a tongue. And I also wash windows."

Joyce jumped in again. "Do you ever meet other slaves, I mean from other Mistresses? How do you get along with them?"

I didn't expect that question, but I had an answer anyway. "Mostly I feel sorry for them. A lot have scars and stuff, and they talk about bondage and chains. Everything for them is black leather and rubber, and a lot of pain. My Mistress is all about pretty lingerie and love and pleasure. I don't know how I could lick your clit with a ball gag in my mouth."

Claire: "About that memory thing. What do you do for a woman you have never met?"

Me: "That's part of my training too. I try to read the little signals. For example, I think the two of you have the hots for each other, but haven't admitted it yet. You are working together on a sex paper, so why don't you just kiss each other like you want each other, which you do." Joyce and Claire look startled for a moment, then they look at each other, then they slowly move toward each other and kiss like a couple of girls making out in the back seat of a car.

"Go ahead and touch each other. Hold each other's breasts in your hands. And spread your legs so the other one can feel you down there." I tell them, and they do. It is not a slave's job to give orders, but I feel like I am just providing suggestions, so this seems fine to me. Softly I continue, "Go ahead and pull each other's shirts off. You know you want to, so you can suck on each other's nipples."

My Mistress uses that slow soft voice on me and her other slaves, whenever she wants to coax us into doing something new. It's a kind of hypnosis thing. But I gently urge the two older girls to strip each other and fondle each other's bodies; licking and stroking each other. Both of these university girls must slide hands inside of bras and jeans and panties, touching and then more urgently caressing before each garment is removed. Heck, I could have stripped them both in a tenth of the time, but Mistress has taught me not to be in a hurry. Eventually they are naked before me, and all the tape recorder has is my soft voice and their louder moans.

I can tell that they are both wet and excited. I decide that this is the time to move on. So I quietly continue, "Joyce, why don't you turn sideways on the couch with one foot over the back and your other foot on the floor. Just rest your head on the couch arm. Claire you stand at the other end of the couch and bend over so you can lick Joyce's pussy."

They both do as I order; I mean, suggest. Joyce is splayed out wonderfully, her neatly trimmed pussy lips parted in glistening anticipation of Claire's tongue. Claire is bent over, her mouth approaching Joyce's crotch as her lovely oriental ass is presented by her bending over the arm of the couch. I make my move, getting up from my couch and moving behind Claire.

Easily I slide my cock inside Claire's hot wet vagina.

Then I stop. My sex slave training tells me not to fuck her in and out, but rather to simply stand there, my cock buried in her doggie style, and just twitch it every few seconds.

At first, Claire seems to be content to lick away at Joyce's pussy. But Joyce grabs her by the hair and starts screaming stuff like, "Stick your tongue in me!

Eat me! Suck my clit harder! Oh, I love you Claire, make me Cum! I need it baby! Oh Yes!"

But Claire doesn't do as Joyce demands. Instead, she stops slurping the other girl's cunt and turns to look over her shoulder at me and yell, "Look you little bastard! Start fucking me for real or I'll rip your balls off!"

Now, that is a command that a boy sex slave can understand, so I start to bang away at her tight but wet oriental pussy. Claire's body is draped over the couch arm and she has resumed munching on her friend's sex. So I hook a foot around a nearby chair and shove it just behind me. Then I put both hands on the couch arm on either side of Claire's back, and I slowly manage to put both feet up on the chair while I continue to hump her.

But now my fucking angle is different, and I know that each thrust is ramming against Claire's g-spot. Moments later, Claire screams in her orgasm, and somehow that scream seems to bring Joyce to her climax too. Everything seems to hang in mid-air for a moment, as Joyce and Claire realize they have both cum together in an act of total irrational sex. Hey, who ever said sex has to be rational?

A few minutes later Joyce and Claire are again seated on the couch, but now they have their arms around each other, and slightly dazed looks on their faces. The tape in the machine comes to an end with a loud click.

I pick the recorder up and hand it to Joyce. "Which of the other slaves would you like to interview next?"

"Whoever is available^Å" Claire says dreamily.

Just then my collar gives me 3 short buzzes, the letter S, meaning that Mistress wants me in her Security room in the basement. I pass Amanda on the way. She gives me a quick but thorough kiss, then tells me "Looks like I'm next!" before she continues toward the office.

The security room is small, mostly a control center for the observation video cameras. The only light in the room comes from the 6 TV monitors, and Mistress is seated at the controls. She tells me to stand in front of her, then leans forward to take my erection into her mouth. She carefully cleans Claire's pussy juice off my member.

Mistress leans back in satisfaction. "Thank you Steven. That girl tastes lovely. Sit down in the other chair, and let's watch Amanda's interview."