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Cal looked at the collar
lying on the coffee table. The sunlight winked on the metal tag.
He knew without looking what the tag said, "Property of Laura
Tinker, answers to "Cal".
But now he was no longer Laura's slave. Laura had freed him. She
had a new man, a new slave, and Cal was no longer part of her
plans. Her new slave, Antonio, was further ahead in life, had
money, a big house and a nice car. Laura was ready for a step
up in the world.
Cal was still just writing copy for an ad agency, the same one
where he and Laura had met three years before.
Three great years for a man who wanted nothing more than to be
the personal slave of a beautiful woman. Laura was everything
a man like Cal dreamed of.
When they'd met, Cal had been a nervous, quiet 24 yr old and Laura
had been a busy account executive of 28. Laura had all the strong
qualities that Cal worshipped in women. She took charge of things,
it was just her way. When he and Laura had first come in contact,
over an ad campaign she was supervising, he'd worked harder than
he'd thought possible to give her what she wanted. Laura had been
impressed with him, and on closer inspection she'd been intrigued.
Laura had discovered that most men weren't much good at pleasing
her in bed, or anywhere else for that matter. Cal was different.
She sensed that he was incredibly eager to please her. He wasn't
wimpy in any visible way, but he never bored her with sports stories
or macho nonsense. He brought flowers, bought her presents, and
cleaned up the kitchen every time he visited. Laura was intrigued.
It took about two months, six dates, and three sleepovers though
before Laura began to really understand Cal. In bed he was the
perfect lover, ready to do anything. Laura was the kind of woman
who liked a lot of oral sex and Cal was happy to satisfy her in
that way.
But whenever she talked about sex with him she found he was very
evasive. Laura got a few hints, but Cal was painfully shy about
his fetish life and it was only when she had the idea of exploring
on the internet that she found what she was looking for. On one
amazing webcrawl she discovered the world of BDSM and in particular,
Fem Dom, and she soon understood what kind of guy Cal was.
She'd heard about this stuff, but it had seemed too alien for
her to accept and she'd supposed that it was just for perverts,
whoever they were. Now she discovered that the fetish world was
huge on the web. Laura began to wonder what all the men she knew
were really like, deep down under the cultural mantle of machismo.
The very next date was different. They didn't go out to eat, oh
no, instead Cal got a good hard spanking, "for not telling his
Mistress that he wanted to be her slave" and then Laura had her
first orgasm from face sitting. It was even more fun than she'd
anticipated.
Soon after that Cal moved in with Laura and became her full time
24/7 personal slave.
It was a help that Laura moved agencies about then too, so at
work Cal could keep up the pretense of a being a "normal" male.
But underneath his pants he wore tight pink panties and a male
chastity tube locked to his cock.
At home he kept house,
prepared meals and served his Mistress in whatever way she wished.
Laura, particularly liked to have evening pedicures, followed
by full body massage and oral servitude. Normally she talked to
friends on the phone during this until she began to feel a little
excited sexually, then she would usually snap the leash to Cal's
collar and lead him slowly up the stairs to the bedroom for more
serious fun.
Now, all that was gone and Cal was left with only the memories.
He felt tears well up as his throat grew hard. God the memories!
They made him harden in a moment. Laura, standing over him, brushing
her hair while he worshipped her, kissed her feet, kissed her
buttocks, begged her for her domination. Laura pushing him back
onto the bed and letting her breasts fall into his face while
she reached down to play with his balls. Laura riding above him,
her back and the soft curl of her dark hair glimpsed occasionally
when her ass rose off his face. God! It made him so horny, he
could hardly stand it.
After a while he looked
up and noticed that the day was edging into evening. He'd been
sitting there for hours. He got up and moved around the house,
clearing things away, wiping down the surfaces. By force of habit
he put on the little apron that Laura had made him wear around
the house when he was cleaning and cooking.
At least it was a weekend. He had another day to collect his wits
and prepare himself for life without Laura, before he had to be
back at work. It was going to be a struggle readjusting to "normal"
life.
The phone rang. He thought about not answering since it was probably
for Laura anyway, but he picked it up on the third ring.
"Hello?" said a familiar female voice. It was Janet Chambers,
one of Laura's close friends. She was Art Director of a graphics
company that did a lot of work for the ad agencies of the region.
"Hello, Janet," he heard himself say. It was funny, he was so
used to answering the phone with -- "Laura Tinker's phone, can
I help you?"-- that he felt as if he'd made a mistake, or worse,
disobeyed his Mistress.
"Cal? How are you doing?"
Doing? How was he doing? Terrible of course. Not that he could
tell her that.
"I, well, I..." Then came the first revelation.
"Laura told me that she
freed you last night." Cal's breath caught in his throat.
"Cal?"
"Uh, yes, Janet."
"So, knowing that, I'm sure you must be feeling very low today.
I thought I would come over and see you. Maybe I can raise your
spirits."
Janet was coming over to raise his spirits? Cal was amazed, and
excited. He had secretly lusted after Janet Chambers since first
meeting her. Janet was a big girl, with large breasts and long,
auburn hair. She sometimes wore clothes that were a little too
tight for her. When Cal first saw her wiggle by him in a tight
velvet dress , at a party thrown by her company, the sight of
her heavy round buttocks had brought on an erection that even
the chastity tube could not stifle completely. Laura had soon
noticed that he was aroused. In fact Laura had pulled him into
the bathroom to inspect him to be sure he had his chastity device
on. Later, back home, Laura had used the incident as the pretext
for giving him a good spanking for "daring to look at another
woman."
"Uh, well, uh, that'd be great, Janet."
He didn't really want to
see anyone. But at the same time there was something funny about
this. Janet knew that Laura had freed him? That meant Janet knew
a lot more about him than he'd ever dreamed. And if she knew that
and she wanted to see him, what did she want to see him about?
"Yes, Cal, I really think it could be. Really great. I'll be right
over." Janet sounded quite excited.
Cal put the phone down and caught sight of himself in the hall
mirror. He was wearing a black apron, his "maid's shoes", and
his usual pink slave panties.
He blushed and hurried to the bedroom and put on some normal clothes--
slacks, a short sleeve shirt, some loafers. He brushed his hair
and rushed around the house tidying up, although truth to tell,
Cal kept a very tidy house.
Within ten minutes the doorbell
rang. He was nervous and fumbled with the lock. At last he got
it open and found Janet Chambers on the step. Cal did a double
take. Janet was squeezed into a tight fitting black leather bustier
and a matching skirt. She teetered past him on three inch heels
and swayed into the living room. It looked as if she'd been poured
into this outfit. The erotic presence she generated was enough
to turn a windmill.
Cal stared after her with his mouth hanging open. She looked back
suddenly and gave him a wicked smile. He closed his mouth, shut
the door and followed her in.
She studied him carefully for a few seconds. "Which is Laura's
favorite chair?"
Cal gulped. "That one."
The chair in question was
a comfortable arm chair covered in soft pile. Laura had found
that it was just the right height from the floor for receiving
oral devotion from her slave.
Now Janet calmly sat down in that chair. She watched Cal while
she slowly crossed her legs and let her foot bounce up and down.
As helpless as a moth drawn to a streetlamp, Cal's vision rested
on her foot. He swallowed hard as the black patent leather bobbed
slowly up and down. The hypnotic effect was finally broken by
Janet's voice.
"Cal, why don't you bring me a drink. White wine?"
"Yes, of course."
He was back in a moment
or two and hurried over with the glass on a tray. Just as if he
was serving Laura he went down on one knee and carefully put the
glass on the side table.
"Yes," murmured Janet, taking the glass. "You're very obedient,
aren't you, Cal?" Cal blushed, struggled to find words. "I like
that in a man. Some women much prefer that to the other kind of
thing you get with men, you know what I mean?"
Cal's blush had deepened. "I d-d-d-don't know, J-j-janet," he
mumbled.
She sipped the wine while looking at him. "Oh, but you do. Look,
Cal," she put the glass down, reached out and caught his hand.
Cal moved closer.
"Get on both knees, Cal. Lower your head properly."
He knelt. He didn't think
of questioning it. Now his head was on a level with her breasts,
so prominently displayed. Janet had the body of the Mother of
the Earth and Cal wished only to worship her.
"That's better." She took another sip of her wine and crossed
her legs slowly in front of him. "Okay, Cal. Laura told me about
you. All about you. You understand me?"
Cal felt his vision wobble. He couldn't breathe. Laura had told
Janet all about him? A frightening level of shame burned through
him and left him feeling a weird sexual thrill. His cock, already
fully erect and pushing hard at the fabric of his pants leaked
a little pre- ejaculate.
"Yes, Laura told me all about her relationship with you, Cal.
Believe me when I say she gave you a very high rating."
Cal swallowed hard. His mouth had gone dry. "She did?"
"Oh yes. Laura really talked
you up. Let's see, there are some things you don't know that I
should tell you. I'm not a novice domme. I've had subs as boyfriends
before. So I know all about you and your shameful inner secrets."
Janet grinned.
Cal felt his whole face aflame. He was exposed to this woman in
a way that was both terrifyingly humiliating and yet powerfully
stimulating on an erotic level.
She sat up and reached out and took hold of the hair on the back
of his head. Their eyes met.
"I've decided that I'd like to have you the way Laura had you.
How would you feel about that?"
Cal felt tears course down his cheeks. He couldn't speak.
Janet leaned closer. Cal was frozen in place. He felt Janet's
fingers fumbling for his zipper. It came down and she put her
hand inside his shorts and squeezed his cock and took hold of
his balls.
"Nice cock, too," Janet said softly in his ear. "Laura said you
were good that way." She leaned even closer to him, letting her
breasts ride just in front of his face, all the while working
on his balls and cock with her teasing fingers. When he was about
to come she stopped and sat up again, seeming to tower over him.
"I understand, Cal. You can't speak. This is a very emotional
moment. But Laura told me to strike now while you were still weak
and easily taken." She produced a collar from her handbag and
dangled it in front of his eyes.
"Look at the tag, Cal. Can you read what it says?"
"P-p-property of Janet
Chambers,"
"Would you like to wear
it?" He looked up at her, overwhelmed.
"Y-y-yess, Janet." He felt her fasten the collar around his neck.
"From now on, that will be Mistress Janet, or just Mistress, understood?"
"Yes, Mistress." She clipped a leash to the collar and stood up.
"Come on, Cal, let's go to the bedroom. I want to spank you now."
Amazed, stunned and intensely
aroused, Cal crawled behind her on all fours while she walked,
very slowly, ahead of him, letting her buttocks imprint their
shape and their promise of utter domination on his mind.
In the bedroom he placed
the spanking chair on the rug, just the way he'd always done for
Laura.
Janet sat down and pulled him to her side. With a big smile on
her face she lowered his trousers and shorts. His cock was throbbing
madly, fully erect.
"Bring me your cuffs, and the cinch strap too."
Soon he felt the cuffs binding his wrists behind him. The cinch
was tightened just above the knees. He was physically helpless.
Janet pulled him into position across her wide lap. His head hung
down to the floor by her feet. His naked buttocks were offered
up to her. For a long half-minute she held him there while she
stroked and squeezed his ass. His penis rubbed against the leather
of her skirt. It was very hard not to leave pre-ejaculate there.
Then her hand began to rise and fall and Cal felt his freedom
melt away as the solid slaps resounded in the room.
Free in the morning, spanked in the evening. Cal felt the familiar
power of submission to the will of a Woman swallow him up. In
his fevered thoughts, unbroken even by the introduction of a little
leather paddle, Janet's bottom swayed before him, threatening,
all powerful, ready to be worshipped by her slave.
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