The following fantasy describes some of things that consume my submissive mind. This story is probably too intense for me to handle in reality. However, it does give you an idea of the type of degradation and humiliation that really turns me on. I hope you enjoy, or at least are amused by, this fantasy and I look forward to serving you again.

i had responded to an ad placed by Lady D in which she indicated that she was seeking a houseboy. “Someone to hang on her every word” was a requirement from her ad. I had been looking for such a position for some time, and eagerly responded to her in writing, providing my phone number under the hope that she would call. A few weeks passed and i had basically given up on a response, until one evening after work around 8:00 pm . The phone rang.

“Hello” i said.
“Hello”, was the response, “I’m calling for steve”

My heart raced as i realized that this was likely the call i had been waiting for. Unfortunately, our phone call was brief. She spoke calmly and authoritatively to me and explained that she had read my pleading letter, but that i was one of many males begging for her attention. Unfortunately, there was nothing that she considered unique or desirable about me. She explained that she was accustomed to a life of adoring pampering slaves and that it took too much time to train a new “fool” for her stable. She curtly explained that if i was to gain her favor i would simply have to prove myself, “be creative" she said, and then she hung up.

Somewhat bewildered by her, i regained my composure and began to consider my options.Hoping to “gain Her favor”, i began my “devotion campaign”. i arranged to have flowers sent to this Goddess and took the day off from work planning to personally deliver them. That morning, i stopped at the florist and picked up the flowers that i had ordered. My heart pounded with nervous energy as i drove my way through Memphis to her dungeon.
 
i briskly left the car and quickly walked the few blocks. As i approached, i stopped for a few more moments to regain my breath and calm myself. i pressed the buzzer and waited a few moments for the door to unlock. Passing through the entrance, i finally approached her door and knocked. The door opened and a casually dressed gentleman opened the door. 

“Can I help you?” he asked.
“Ah yes”, i responded “i have a delivery for Lady D”.

The man smiled and let me in. It was clear from my actions and submissive nature that i was not really a delivery man, but rather another wanna-be slave.

The man looked me over for a few moments as he calculated what he would do. “Well” he continued “Lady D is here, but it just so happens that she is leaving in a few moments. “Would you like me to see if she’s available for you”? he asked as he walked through another doorway.

“Oh, ah yes please” i responded.

As i waited there in the hall, i could feel myself shake with nervous energy as i waited for what felt like an eternity.Eventually, i heard footsteps approaching me, and there standing before me was Lady D. She looked more gorgeous than i ever could have imagined. Dressed casually in a T-shirt, faded jeans and sneakers she approached my trembling form and reached out for the flowers as i instinctively dropped to my knees.

“What have we here?” asked Lady D as she smiled looking down at me. “i am steve” i started. “i spoke to you last week. i am trying so hard to be your slave and hoped to catch a glimpse of your beauty by posing as the delivery boy today” i rambled on like an idiot.

Lady D laughed, and walked back to sit at a stool a few feet behind her. As she sat she pondered and said “so here you are, in my presence as you have also hoped... now what little man?”

Not knowing what to do I slithered to Lady D on my knees, and bowed my head. i felt a level of satisfaction and elation that i’ve never felt before. “So you want to be my slave do you?” she asked rhetorically, “well, why don’t we go to lunch and discuss it some, hmm?”

i nodded yes enthusiastically as i looked up longingly at this majestic goddess. “But let’s start this relationship correctly” she added “why don’t you clean up the soles of my sneakers for me. If you need to ask “how” then you might as well leave right now.”

Knowing what was required i brought my face to the underside of her upturned shoe and began to lick the street grime and filth with genuine enthusiasm and pride. Once one was cleaned, i was provided the second to clean in a similar manner. As i licked her soles she rested her sneaker shod feet on my face allowing me to support the full weight of her legs on my upturned face. 

After a few moments, Lady D pushed me away and stepped down off the stool and motioned me to rise. “Time to eat” she said and began to walk away. 

“Follow me” she added as she opened the door and made her way down the street. As we walked down the street to the restaurant i was required to walk several steps behind her.Walking obediently behind her, i could not help myself as i looked at the taut denim that encased her round, feminine backside. i became hypnotized by the gentle sway of her hips as she gracefully sauntered down the street. However, the momentary visual satisfaction that i was receiving shortly ended as Lady D turned into a local restaurant, and stopped inside permitting me to catch up. We were seated shortly after we entered, by an unsuspecting waitress, and i sat in silence waiting for my cue to speak.

Lady D leaned back in her chair, and reached into her bag for a pack of cigarettes. As she removed the cigarette i reached for the matches at the table and offered her a light. However, Lady D did not move from her reclined position and waited, somewhat impatiently, for me to reach the lighted match to her cigarette. Lady D took a few puffs of her cigarette,looking at me critically as she asked many personal questions. Occasionally stopping to exhale her smoke directly into my face, i answered as best i could, and felt intimidated, preventing me from looking directly at this perfect Goddess. Lady D told me her views regarding men and women, and that men should really take better physical care of themselves to look more attractive to women. “In fact”, she added “let’s start right now. you may only have a small salad, no dressing, and water for lunch”.

Our conversation ended as the waitress approached us to take our order. However, before i could utter a word, Lady D ordered our lunch.

“I’ll have the turkey club and a coke” she started. "And a small salad, no dressing and a glass of water for him,” she added as she pointed my way. Our conversation continued, and i responded honestly and respectfully to every question about my personal lifestyle and views on the proper roles forwomen and men. Our waitress returned, placed our meals on the table and left. Lady D started on her sandwich, as i waited for permission to eat. Then sitting back she looked at me imperiously. “Hand me your salad, slave” she punctuated the word “slave” to assure my immediate compliance. i handed her my salad, and watched as Lady D discretely brought it to her mouth and spat several gobs of her saliva into my salad. Handing it back she simply said “dressing” and motioned with a curt wave of her hand for me to begin eating.

Mortified with humiliation, i intentionally maintained my eyes on my salad, but was truly grateful for her discreet manner, nobody saw what had occurred. i began to perspire with discomfort, as i pierced the spittle covered lettuce with my fork and brought it into my mouth. Blushing with shame, i chewed down the salad and thanked Lady D for her dressing. Smiling smugly with satisfaction Lady D, watched in amusement as i ate and told me that “i had potential” but if i wishedto serve her i must also serve her boyfriend. i eagerly accepted, and soon after was put to task as their “slave on probation”. And so ended my introductory meeting with Lady D.

i was not attracted to men. However, i was told that any reluctance to serve Master Tom in an enthusiastic and eager manner would result in my banishment. i would have accepted any requirement this lady imposed on me, and as a result, i accepted my role, and my new name “bitch”, and learned to gratefully accept their cruelty.

i was typically required to serve on Saturday at their home. However, other occasional duties were also required at their whim. i possessed a pager from which my owners could summon me at any time. The following provides an overview of a typical Saturday.

i would arrive at their home at 8:00 am sharp, in jeans and T-shirt (work clothes). Upon ringing the doorbell i waited until i heard the door unlock. i would wait an additional minute then enter their home. 
There waiting for me on the kitchen table would be my chore list. In accordance with my well rehearsed routine, i would make my way to my owners’ bedroom. Knocking gently i would be called in. Dropping to my knees, i would crawl in where Lady D and Master Tom would still be in bed watching TV as i waited on my knees at the foot of their bed. Eventually, i would hear the order “proceed” at which point i would approach my Goddess with my face fully upright and exposed within arm’s reach so that Lady D could conveniently “bitch-slap”me as she wished.However today, i was permitted “show respect” as i pushed my head under the bed sheets.

From the foot of the bed, i would kiss and lick the area between the ball of her foot and toes. My morning foot worship ritual always posed new surprises.Some mornings, i would find my senses assaulted by the odor under the sheets. Their commingled sweat and humidity, combined with the scent of their feet quickly reminded me of my status. The taste of her dominant feet varied, from tasteless to pungent. i can still remember the first time i encountered grit between Goddess’ toes as my tongue slipped between, and adhered to my tongue as i drew the morsel into my mouth. The disgust and embarrassment was enhanced as i heard the laughter of Master Tom as Goddess described the condition of her feet, and as i swallowed in abject servitude. Her feet were always so gentle, and I savored every moment. i was gentle, respectful and grateful assuring with my lips that my heart and soul was placed in each and every worshipping kiss.

Unfortunately, the ritual would always end and i would draw my face from under the sheets. As my flushed, scented face came out from under the sheets, i was always subjected to the bemused, superior faces of my owners as they smiled at me.

Master Tom would usually taunt me, by asking me ifmy “weenie was hard”. “Does my little bitch want her drink now?”. Panty tea was the usual, in which Goddess’ unlaundered underwear were placed in hot water for flavoring. 

i was always required to thank my owners and to drink down their offering. Once consumed, i would leave the room and begin my daily chores. My day’s chores were identified on my morning list. Without exception, my first chore was food shopping. i would leave their home and drive to the local market were i would purchase each of the identified items. For each item missed, or substituted, i was to receive 5 sharp slaps to my face. Their grocery list typically exceeded $120 which i gladly paid and returned to their home. As i put the items away, Goddess and Master usually got out of bed and made their way about the house. Goddess loved to tease and torment me parading around in panties and bra and frequently giving my crotch a squeeze through my jeans as she laughed at my frustration. Master Tom found the whole situation very beneficial. He was able to enjoy his weekends, doing the things he liked, and leaving the chores to me.

Quite often Goddess panties were removed from the hamper, or from her heavenlyhips, and placed over my head as i went about my duties. My owner was rather athletic and played tennis, went jogging, or bike riding. As a result the hamper always contained many sweaty, heavily soiled undies for this purpose. Lady D knew that she could bring me to tears with frustration through this teasing process. In fact she had perfected this routine leaving me in a constant state of arousal and frustration. Master Tom was always amused at my predicament, and often laughed as Goddess fondled my blue balls or ran her fingernail up the shaft of my penis.

By noon time i had usually finished putting away the food shopping and my owners had typically returned to bed enjoying one another. They enjoyed this morning time, watching TV, snacking and drinking coffee which i brought to their bed as commanded, and of course making love to one another. As always i would knock on their bedroom door and wait to be called in. At their leisure, they would eventually call me into their bedroom. This was usually the time that i was afforded the opportunity to perform a more personal service. As i looked up to them from my knees, i was always rewarded for my morning work by Lady D’s radiant beauty. Still adorned in panties and bra she would be relaxing above the sheet covers, her beautiful lithe body heaving gently from her love making. A smug and bemused, yet alluring grin on her face reminded me of my inferior status as i kneeled with the stained crotch and backside of her underpantsstrapped around my ears, as i peered through the leg holes.

Master Tom was always naked at this point. His body glistening, and his flaccid yet still engorged penis lay arrogantly on his stomach or against his leg. “So, how hot is my bitch today... just how blue are those balls anyway?” i would be asked. “i am extremely hot” i would answer, “your continuous teasing has me in a very uncomfortable state” i would honestly respond. “Good” would be the usually answer.

“Would you really like to cum?” Lady D would ask mockingly as she stretched her gorgeous leg up exposing the cotton crotch of her panties.

“Yes Goddess, please permit me to cum” i would answer

“Take off your pants and underwear for me” she would continue.

Dutifully i would undress exposing my fully erect penis. As always, the head was glistening from the abusive teasing. Lady D would usually break into laughter as she rose from the bed and walked up to me. As i stood at attention, she would ever so gently palm the head of my penis, and tickle the underside of my testicles. The teasing was unbearable and she enjoyed it most when i broke down and began to cry from frustration.

“No bitch” she would say. “You have not earned a cum yet, you have a lot of work left to do today and besides” she would say “we’ve only had 2 orgasms, isn’t that right Tom?”

Master Tom would agree with her. By this time he would once again be fully erect and stroking himself. “There’s no way you’ll get to cum bitch, until we’re fully satisfied and you’ve completed all our errands” he would add.

My response was always the same, i would drop back down to my knees and say “Yes Master and Goddess, thank you for the continued privilege to serve you. Your desires must always come before my needs. Please help me to serve you better”.

“Well, i don’t know about you, D” Tom would say “but i really worked up a sweat this morning”

“Yeah me too, I haven’t even showered yet” she would say as she’d lay back on the bed. “Let’s let the bitch clean me”.

i would await the opportunity to serve Lady D. My service at this point often varied depending on her mood. if she was in an extremely generous mood she would permit me to service her most beautiful and intimate vagina. If permitted, i was first required to kiss and lap away the sweat and semen matted in her pubic hair. i would slowly and meticulously work my way to her gorgeous opening, first licking slowly and firmly with the flat of my tongue from her anus to her clitoris, removing all traces ofsemen and sweat. Eventually her legs would lewdly and provocatively spread, indicating that i was permitted to enter her with my tongue. As i enter, my tongue is met with her syrupy fluids commingled with Master’s semen. i perform this task slowly and meticulously to assure that my Goddess is properly cleaned, drawing the fluids into my mouth until she rudely pushes my face away. However, this ritual is rather rare. Goddess would permit me this honor only 3 to 4 times a year. My noon-time cleaning was more frequently confined to her sweet armpits, or the crack of her ass.

Once completed, i would leave my owners to clean their house. As i left they would resume their lovemaking, then begin to shower and dress for the day. The remaining several hours were fairly uneventful, i would perform a variety of duties including vacuuming, laundry,shoe shining, washing their cars etc. i understood my role and never whined or begged for attention. i had seen too many other slaves banned from servitude as a result of such improper behavior.

Throughout the day i would see my owners about the house. Goddess never dressed the Dominatrix part. She typically dressed in comfortable yet alluring clothes. During the cooler seasons she typically wore a pair of jeans and a warm shirt or sweater, and in summer short-shorts and a tee shirt. Her clothes were always usually tight and she possessed the most perfectly shaped ass. Her hips were very feminine as they broadened and blended into her round, full female backside. Her tight pants accented her every swaying motion. Knowing my weakness for her ass, from time to time she would approach me and turn her back to me, permitting me to every so gently kiss the stitched seam of her jeans that entered between the cheeks of her stunning ass. i adored this lady as i lovingly kissed this intimate spot, as i inhaledhoping to gather her scent. Yet as quickly as she had offered me this gift, she would turn and slap me full in the face. With a smile she would explain that this action better reinforced our relationship, her ass was to be worshipped while i would gratefully accept her slaps. As she explained this fact to me, she would rub her sneaker against my straining penis, and smile sadistically at my predicament.

Looking into my longing eyes she would bring her heavenly face close to mine. i could feel the warmth of her body and the softness of her breath as her mouth approached my face. “Open wide for a kiss” she would taunt, and i would willingly tilt back my face and open my mouth.Slowly and deliberately Lady D would accumulate and swish her saliva in her mouth, then slowly release a large wad of her feminine spittle into my mouth. Standing straight with her hand on hip, she would look into my eyes as i closed my mouth and swallowed. “Thank you Goddess” i would say as i brought my face down to respectfully kiss her slick sneaker‘s instep.

Master Tom also enjoyed my servitude. He would go about his business but occasionally stop to check my work progress.Perhaps he would look in as i knelt naked in the bathroom, scrubbing the floor. Standing over me he would require me to inhale the scent from his crotch, or perhaps rub his penis over my upturned face. As i became increasingly aroused, he would nudge and rub my penis with his shoe until i came to the brink of climax. Quickly stepping back, he would leave me with my dripping tool bobbing and begging for release. Smiling at my frustration, he’d walk away and say "Get me a beer, bitch" .. and i would.

My day would continue on. At times, the frustration from sexual denial, and the pain in my testicles from the continued barrage of sexual torment would be unbearable bringing me to tears. However, i knew better than to complain and continued on in this manner until 5:00 pm.

At this time, i was required to have completed all work, showered and dressed in a suit. My owners, would also have changed at this point and would have made plans to go out to dinner. i was required to leave, warm up my car, and return to the front door and ring the door bell. Since i own a nice car, my owners would leave their home and permit me to be their chauffeur for the evening. Lady D always looked so beautiful, whether she wore a long flowing red dress with her hair worn up, or more casually in a short skirt and pumps with her hair falling around her soft feminine shoulders. i would open their doors, politely ask where they wished to go and hand them my credit card. Once at therestaurant, i would reopen their doors and wait patiently for them in the car. The wait was often quite long, as my owners enjoyed a leisurely meal that always included several courses including appetizers, dinner with wine and desert. i knew that i must be parked immediately outside the restaurant, prepared to quickly run to the restaurant door to open it when they were ready to leave or suffer the consequences.

i had learned the consequences of not performing adequately one time, when i had circled the block to avoidgetting a ticket. As i drove by the restaurant’s exit, i saw my owners waiting by the road and quickly pulled up. i knew from their look that i was in trouble as i opened their doors and drove them back home. Goddess calmly told me that i would be punished for this “stupid, disrespectful screw-up”. When we returned to their home, i sheepishly opened their doors and followed behind them. As we entered the foyer, i was told to strip and wait on my knees on the cold tile floor. i could hear them discussing my punishment, and heard them laughing as they returned.

“Well bitch” Goddess said curtly “You’ve certainly lost your opportunity to cum tonight... and you can also forget dinner, we threw your doggy bag away when we saw you weren’t waiting at the restaurant.”

Master laughed as Goddess explained that she wanted to try out a new punishment. i was required to remove the shoe lace from one of my shoes, to pour them a glass of wine, fetch her leather gloves and to scurry on my knees to the kitchen floor. As i entered the kitchen, Goddess sat in comfortable on a kitchen chair in the center of the room. i crawled to her on the cold tile floor and began to profusely apologize for my stupidity. i was told to shut up and place the wine at the table beside him. Next i was told to get the rice from the kitchen cabinet and sprinkle some at the floor directly near his feet. Confused, but obedient i sprinkled the rice kernels as required. Then i was told to kneel before her on the rice. As i kneeled down, i felt the sharp pain from the rice digging into my knees but remained silent. As i knelt humbly, Goddess began to wind the shoestring around the base of my testicles, then tightly criss-crossed the laces up my erect penis. As she relaxed back on the chair he pulled the laces tightly forcing me forward as the laces bit into my tender flesh and painfully pulled at my pubic hair.To assure that the lace were tight, she placed her pungent foot on my face and pulled on the string. My pain was apparent, as my eyes watered, and i repeatedly apologized for my error that evening.

“Not good enough” Master would taunt. “now bring your face up to my hand so that i can slap some sense into you bitch” Goddess added. As i brought my face up, she began to slap my face, back and forth until i tears began to well in my eyes. My knees began to feel numb from the pain of the rice digging in my knees and in the background i could hear Master Tom laughing. Eventually Goddess stopped and began to lecture me on the proper and respectful attitude of a useful slave, explaining that i “had beater clean up my act or forget this generous arrangement”. Upon conclusion, Goddess slapped, and spat in my face to get the point across. She rose, removed her panties from under her dress and rubbed the crotch in my face saying “none of this for you tonight bitch, now dress and get out”.

Ever since this incident, i have gratefully learned that importance of waiting at the restaurant door when my owners exit. This has been a tricky feat, and as a result i have received several parking violations.

After dinner, i return my owners to their home. As we enter their living room, i fetch them whatever they require; sometimes wine, or a riding crop. Then crawling to their couch i remove their shoes and massage their feet, occasionally kissing their toes to show respect. As they recline against one another they may turn the TV on, or chat as though i wasn’t there. if i’m lucky, Goddess or Master will rhetorically ask me if i feel worthy to have an ejaculation reward, and tell me to enumerate what i have done for them that day. More often than not as i recite the various house cleaning acts, car washing, shopping etc. activities, i am told “stupid bitch, you’re a masochist. All these activities brought you pleasure why should we give you a reward?”. At this point i am usually told that if i beg sweetly enough they might just permit me this reward.

As i earnestly beg, and kiss their feet they smile with amusement. Occasionally adding to my indignity they will sharply smack my penis with a riding crop. When my reward is granted, my ejaculation is brought about only through my masturbation and while suffering additional humiliation. Some of the more common humiliating activities performed during masturbation included:

Licking Master’s semen from a dish.
Drinking Goddess's golden cocktail from a wine glass.
Goddess fully dressed or wearing panties, sitting squarely on my face with my nose pushed up into her anus as they watch TV. She will control my breathing and command the rhythm of my masturbation to assure ejaculation if and when they so desire.
Sucking on Goddess urine drenched underwear.

As i ejaculate i capture the semen in my hand and obediently eat it.

However, when i am denied this pleasure, my begging and pleading falls on deaf ears and only serves as their entertainment. After they have been sufficiently amused, they retire to the bedroom and permit me to follow. In the bedroom i am permitted to undress my owners and listen to their conversationwhich often focuses upon recounting their orgasms for the day. This discussion increases my frustration as i hear of their pleasure and numerous orgasms as my penis still strains and my testicles ache. Master Tom sits on the bed and grabs me by the hair as Lady D reclines back in bed and uses a vibrator to stimulate herself. Treating me as no more than a receptacle, Master Tom forces my mouth over his penis and tells me to “suck him like a slut”. i slurp and suck loudly as trained, and feel the Master’s member begin to harden in mouth. i can taste the slick pre-come as his glands begin to secrete their fluids and my rhythm increases. When he is fully erect, he pulls out from my mouth and enters Lady D, who is fully lubricated and waiting for him by now. i fall back onto my knees and crawl into their closet as they make love to one another. i hear their groans and heaving bodies and the sounds of their sweet orgasms. When done, i am summoned back into the room finding Lady D laying on her stomach with a pillow propped under her hips. In accordance with my training, i crawl up to her buttocks and gently probe her rectum with my tongue as she closes her eyes and begins to fall asleep.

Unceremoniously, i am told to dress and leave.
 

        Your bitch in waiting
        steve