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"Sienna, there’s a naked guy in your kitchen!" said the woman, regarding me, open-eyed.
I did not dare meet her eyes directly, with my shame. Nor did I respond to her, other than reddening from tip to toe. I had seen her about college and now prayed she did not make a connect with me.
Mistress Sienna stepped up beside her, an amused smile, lighting up her pretty face.
I knelt, dust pan and brush in hand, as if a dear caught in head lights, not knowing what to do.
The description that I was nude, was not entirely correct; not that I would dare point that out, for I wore a beaded leather collar, which had been placed on me some two weeks ago, when I had entered the girl’s house. It was about an inch and a half high. It had a distinctive pattern of beading. My only other attire was the chastity device of cruel metal teeth that kept even my morning wood in check.
“What is he a sex slave or something?”
“In fact Lara, he is,” Mistress Sienna laughed. “Though probably not what he would consider a sex slave.”
“You’re kidding?”
"No not at all, well let’s drop the sex part and just call him, a slave boy," Mistress Sienna giggled.
“Watch,”
"Kneel and present yourself, boy" said Mistress Sienna, contemptuously.
Putting the dust pan and brush to one side, I knelt, naked, save for the collar, on the tiles of the kitchen, before the two women. Ashamed and shy, I heated up despite the chill of the day, blood rushing to my head.
“Spread those pretty knees wider,” she said. “You know you are one of the smaller boys, you need maximum light to show yourself off.”
Shamed, and to the sound of giggles from her companion, I split my knees as widely as I could.
"Put your head down," said Mistress Sienna.
I did so.
“What does he do then, besides cleaning?” Lara asked.
“Anything and everything!” answered Mistress Sienna.
So far, in the two weeks, I’d been in the house, I would agree that her observation was accurate.
“He like the other boys here, they accept our rules on entering our world. Here in this house, for the period of a full year that each is here with us, women rule and boys obey.” Mistress Sienna explained.
“Wow!”
“Isn’t that so fifi?” Mistress Sienna queried.
“Yes Mistress,” I agreed.
“Fifi?!” Lara giggled. “I am sure I recognize him from somewhere. What a cute name. Goes well with his needle dick.”
“Ha!” Mistress Sienna laughed. “See Lara, to enter this house, any guy must accepts that they will be kept nude, his sexual relief thoroughly controlled by us. When offered most guys think it is a great proposition.”
“I bet they do.”
“What they don’t figure or think to check is how we will control they sexual output.” Mistress Sienna chuckled. “As ever they think with the dicks, for during the year, if they are pleasing enough to get any, our rules are that it will only be at the hands, or mouth, of another of his fellow slave boys.”
“You what?”
“Well think how attentive stripped and horny as hell the guys are. In this house, we have them climbing the walls in their need, sometimes we tease them to tears. However, the only way any of them get to shoot their load, is if they win the highest vote in our weekly Friday night contest. Which incidentally is what I have invited you over for. But more of that later.”
“Ok, wooah, this is too much, awesome!”
“So you see, Friday night, is boy’s night! We pair them up, to perform out on the patio for us, rain or shine. The rule is simple, the pair that amuse and please us the most by their performance, get the votes. The boys’ with most votes get to be sucked off by the losing boys!”
“Ha! You make them do forced gay stuff? Hard core!”
I cringed at hearing my new existence described, as if hearing it made it worse. Lara’s amusement certainly did.
“They know before they enter the house, they need to please us and that they are putting themselves voluntarily into our control; as their goal, at the end of the year is to graduate by being viewed, as boy friend material and thus to be able to go out with one of us. All of the slaves, are boys we fancy.”
“You guys are sorted Sienna. You rock! Just how many boys have you got?” Lara asked, eyeing me again.
“We have twelve slaves, and we expect each pair to show us their need! We consider that those who can’t get to grips with the fact that girls like seeing ‘boy on boy’ action, just as much as guys like ‘girl on girl’, and as such don’t perform passionately; obviously are not in need of an orgasm any time soon.”
“Cool, I like your style Sienna!” Lara laughed.
"On your belly, fifi" said Mistress Sienna turning back to me. "Crawl to the feet of Mistress Lara.”
“Now Lara I see your nice fluffy ugg boots look a little dirty, fifi here would just love to clean them for you, wouldn’t you little fifi?”
“Yes Mistress!”
"On your belly, slave" said Mistress Sienna to me.
"Crawl to the boots of Mistress Lara," said Mistress Sienna.
I moved to the fluffy boots of the house guest, Mistress Lara, on my belly, my head down, eyeing the said boots.
Lara giggled.
I moved to the feet of this girl I was sure I had shared classes with, on my belly, my head down.
"Kiss the boots of my friend, fifi" said Mistress Sienna to me, imperiously.
I did so. I had been commanded, and already in two weeks, knew what it meant to do anything but obey promptly.
“I am pretty sure he will get all hot under the collar too.”
“Sorry?”
“Fifi is new to his collar, but more importantly loves women’s feet. Nothing gives him more trouble with his cock collar than when he’s down at our feet. So that’s where we make sure he spends a lot of his time!”
"Kiss and lick the fur of the boots fifi," said Mistress Sienna to me, sounding very imperious. “I want them spotless for Mistress Lara. If they are, you might get lucky and she might let you rub your dicklet up against her boots when she is wearing them.”
“Yew yuck!” Lara exclaimed
“I know, I know but he is a guy after all; not that far removed from a dog.”
“So true.”
“Just slip out of the boots for now, the patio is cleaned daily by the boys, then he can get on with his task and I can show you round some more. You can get to meet the other boys, so you know them some before the fun later tonight.”
Mistress Lara, unzipped her boots, stepping out of them. Sadly from my limited field of vision, I only caught a brief glimpse of her barefeet. I noted she had black lacquer on her toenails, as she stepped over my prostrate form, leaving her boots before me.
“Fifi, I think you should do your task out on the patio. The fresh air will be good for you and the cool breeze will help you from getting too carried away.” Mistress Sienna said. “Off you crawl now.”
“Yes Mistress Sienna.”
I kissed each boot and then taking them one by one between my teeth, much to the delight and giggles of Mistress Lara, I conveyed her boots outside.
As I carried out the second one, the two women followed me out. I heard snippets of their conversation, which once again made me cringe as I heard Mistress Lara’s amusement, that in the house, us slave boys were kept on a diet of vegetable peelings, value tinned dog food, water and each other’s cum.
I had my orders, so Mistress Sienna did not deign to speak to me again. She enough that her word was law, or else! I was simply left alone to my task on the patio, the cool air and sun alternatively cooling and warming my bare flesh. Not knowing when they would return, I
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