0 comments/ 76879 views/ 9 favorites Slave Exchange By: shellon The party that night was like many to which Mistress had taken me over the months, although this one was larger than most and held in a somewhat grander and more secluded country home. As She did whenever possible, Mistress had me undress in the car on the drive so that She could lead me in already completely naked except for my collar. She had explained to me during the first such party that being presented in this manner distinguished me as a true slave without any rights, freedom, or expectations of privacy not just a submissive, who could employ a safeword and depart any time he wished. As She often did at these parties, Mistress had me attend to Her for the first hour or so, then turned me loose to serve Others. Since Mistress had never given permission for another Domme to play with me, this meant that i would circulate around among the various Guests, serving in entirely non- sexual ways. Mistress would keep a casual eye on me, but generally preferred to chat with Her Domme friends, examine any newly acquired boys, and sometimes wander downstairs to participate in various interesting scenes. On some occasions, Mistress would search for me later in the evening and take me down to the dungeon for a public whipping or some other type of corporal punishment. But generally, She left me to serve, displaying the obedience and submission She had beaten into me since claiming me as Her own the previous year. On this evening, i had fetched a good number of drinks, performed dutifully as both a footstool and ashtray, given several foot massages, served various trays of crudites and smoked salmon, and even at the insistence of the Hostess frolicked in the pool for the enjoyment of the Guests. After several hours, Mistress motioned for me to come to Her, and i suspected that She was ready for U/us to depart. As trained to do, i approached, knelt before Her on the patio, and kissed Her feet gently, expecting to feel the click of Her leash attaching to my collar. Instead, She leaned down and whispered softly in my ear. "There will be a meeting in the den in a few minutes. Go there and do as you are told. Understand?" "Yes, Mistress," i responded, kissing Her feet again and rising to stand. Intrigued by Mistress's command, i headed immediately inside, crossing carefully among the guests toward the den. As i approached the room, i saw that its door was open and that inside a number of boys all completely naked, of course were kneeling on the thick Persian carpet. Peeking inside the room, i noticed that a tall, blonde Domme was sitting on the edge of a central desk, looking at a clipboard, seemingly oblivious to the males silently lined up beneath Her. Earlier in the evening, i had noticed this Woman engaged in a long, affable conversation with the Hostess and assumed they were good friends. When She looked up and saw me hesitating on the door sill, She gave me quick assessing glance, smiled briefly, and without saying a word pointed to an empty space on the floor where i was to kneel. Knowing exactly what was expected of me, i entered and knelt exactly where the Lady had pointed. Like the other boys in the book-lined room, i knelt there silently, with my eyes lowered to the floor, head bowed deeply, arms crossed in the small of my back, and my legs parted so that my genitals dangled in full view. Over the course of the next few minutes, several other boys entered the room and were silently directed to kneeling positions by the Domme.. Every time that She adjusted Her pose or wrote something on Her clipboard, i drew in a breath, eager for the meeting to begin. Finally, after rising from the desk and taking a slow headcount (there were some 15 boys now in the room), She walked across the room and closed the door. Turning back to the room, She resumed Her position sitting on the edge of the desk and cleared Her throat. "My name is Mistress Octavia," She said. "And I am in charge of this evening's slave exchange." The term slave exchange slapped me like a well aimed cat-o-nine and, as i flushed and began to sweat, i temporarily lost track of what was going on in the room. Although i knew of such practices and even heard Mistress speak of them, She had never shown any interest in participating and, indeed, had said nothing about putting me up for trade this weekend. "Most of you have been through this before," Mistress Octavia continued, "but for those of you who are new, let Me explain the rules ... which are simple. Each of you is here because your Owner has decided to trade you in for another boy for the weekend. Each of you will be assigned to another Mistress for the next two days; you will serve your new Mistress tonight, all day tomorrow, and during most of the day Sunday. Then, on Sunday evening, you will be returned to your Owner." Mistress Octavia paused and looked down at Her clipboard before continuing. "The assignment process for the exchange is random. Each participating Mistress has placed Her car keys in a large bowl here on the desk. In just a moment, you will come up here one at a time and without looking draw a key chain from the bowl. Each key chain has the Mistress's license number written on it. If you should draw your Owner's keys, you will put the keys back and redraw another set from the bowl. Does each of you know his Mistress's plate number?" Hearing a low chorus of "yes, Ma'am's" from the kneeling boys, Mistress Octavia continued. "Alright then, W/we'll begin from my right. Come up one at a time, kneel in front of me and kiss my feet. Then take a set of keys from the bowl, tell me your name and your Mistress's name, and finally the license number of the keys you have drawn. Do you all understand?" After another low chorus of submissively affirmative answers, Mistress Octavia snapped Her fingers for the boy on Her far right to begin the process. Since i was near the middle of the room, i had a chance to watch several other boys obediently choose the literal keys to their weekend destiny before my turn. When it came, i rose gracefully from my kneeling position, took the several steps necessary to approach Mistress Octavia, knelt lithely at Her feet, and gently lowered my lips to touch the rich black leather of Her boots. With eyes still trained on Her feet, i reached with my left hand into the bowl on the edge of the desk and lifted out a small leather key chain, on which hung two car keys, a remote entry device, and a tag with a license plate number engraved on it. Reading the tag quickly, i spoke in the soft voice i had been trained to use whenever allowed to speak to my Superiors. "Mistress Octavia, this boy's name is cullen and he is the property of Mistress Tamara Slade. The license plate he has drawn is HGB 870, Ma'am." Mistress Octavia noted these facts on Her clipboard then dismissed me. "Thank you, cullen. Return to your place." After the last boy had chosen a set of keys from the bowl, recited his identification information, and returned to his kneeling position, Mistress Octavia took a moment to peruse the clipboard. Putting the board down and rising from the desk to Her full height, She surveyed the submissive males kneeling around Her feet. Finally, She spoke. "I certainly hope that I don't have to remind any of you that your behavior this weekend will reflect on your Mistresses and how They have trained you. If you are disobedient, or prideful, or misbehave in any way, you can rest assured that your Owners will hear of it and that any punishment you receive over the course of the weekend will pale in comparison to what you will face when you arrive back home. "Now, when I dismiss you, I want you to proceed immediately through the back door and out into the parking area. Do not dress or talk to A/anyone on the way out. For those of you who brought bags or clothes, don't worry about getting them; your Owners will gather them. The grounds are secured, so you won't have to worry about being seen by any of the locals; and all of the Dommes participating in the exchange have parked Their cars in the back of the gravel lot, along the rail fence. Find the car that has the license plate that appears on your key ring, unlock it, sit down in the front passenger's seat, and wait for the Woman who owns you for the weekend to collect you. Some of you may have a rather long wait, since your new Mistress may want to stay at the party for a while. But you are to be patient and to wait quietly. Are there any questions?" After waiting a moment to ensure that each boy understood the directions, Mistress Octavia dismissed us with the command to "serve well." Almost as one, we rose from our kneeling positions and with lowered eyes quickly and quietly exited the den, each holding a key chain. As we made our way through the still crowded party, i noticed that we were watched with considerable interest, some of the Women undoubtedly speculating which of the naked boys held Their car keys. Exiting through the back door, we crossed the patio, circled the pool, and stepped out into the parking area, the gravel sharply crunching against our feet. Without saying a word to each other, we began to search in the dim light cast by the patio lights for the license plates that matched the key rings we held ... the beeps and flashing lights of remote entry systems indicated when a boy had found the appropriate car. About two-thirds of the way down the line, i found the right car. It was a late model, two door BMW. Black, with tan leather upholstery. After double checking the license number, i unlocked the car with the remote and slipped into the passenger's seat, closing the door behind me. In the night air, the leather was cool against my bare bottom. Placing the key into the ignition, i assumed the submissive position i had been taught to use when Mistress allowed me to sit (head bowed, legs widely splayed, hands open and up-turned resting on my thighs), and waited. When the last boy had successfully located the proper car, a silence descended on the parking area. In the distance, i could hear the sounds of the party still going on ... talk, occasional Female laughter, muffled pool sounds ... but around the parked cars, there was no sound whatsoever. Then slowly, one by one, the Dommes came to claim Their weekend slaves. Each time there would be faint sound, growing ever louder, of the crunch of gravel under leather boots. The sound of the Women's feet much louder and more purposeful than those of the tentative males who had preceded Them. A car door would open, then close with some authority ... and after a few moments or minutes, the car would start and slowly depart down the driveway, sweeping its headlights across those of us still awaiting our fates. Each time that the measured treads approached the car in which i sat, i would feel my pulse race and i would squeeze my eyes tightly shut, praying for strength. Finally, it was my turn. This time the slow, authoritative footsteps neither stopped short nor continued past, but approached the driver's door. As the door opened and the inside light dazzled me, i had only a moment to gather a quick impression of the Domme through my down-turned eyes. She was of medium height and slim build; She wore black leather pants that tapered down over black leather boots; Her blouse was long-sleeved and of a breezy, light colored fabric; in Her right hand was a braided, black leather riding crop, which She placed on Her side of the gear shift. "Hello, boy,"She said, after taking a moment to appraise my build and posture. Her voice was soft and kind; i intuited that She was a Woman who dommed not through intimidation and histrionics, but through confidence and the sheer force of Her will. "Greetings, Ma'am," i replied using the honorific title i had been trained to use when addressing any Woman other than my Mistress. She reached over toward my lap, moving my left hand and placing Her hand on my thigh, indicating with a gentle nudge that i was to part my legs further. Her nails were long and wore a deep claret-colored polish; on Her fingers were several intricately carved rings. Her hands indicated that She was perhaps in Her mid-20s, enough younger than i to add an even greater submissive spice to Her calling me "boy." "This is your first slave exchange, isn't it?" "Yes, Ma'am, it is." "I thought so. Because it is, I am going to forgive your impertinence. During an exchange, the Woman you are given to is your Mistress for the weekend. While you are in My control, you are My slave and you will address Me not as 'Ma'am,' but always as 'Mistress'. Is that clear to you, boy?" "Yes, Mistress," i responded humbly, swallowing hard at my mistake. "This boy meant no disrespect, Mistress, and greatly appreciates Your kindness." "Just see that it doesn't happen again ... or you will find that my kindness is very limited," She replied. "In order to avoid any confusion, this weekend W/we will refer to your full-time Mistress as your 'Owner'. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress." "What name has your Owner given you, boy?" "This boy is named cullen, Mistress." "Oh, i like that. A soft and submissive name ... and one that fits you well," She said. "Is 'cullen' a name that you had before your Owner claimed you, or did She pick it for you?" "She picked the name for me, Mistress," i replied softly. Beside me, i sensed Mistress smiling. "That's appropriate, boy. An Owner should get to name Her slave, just as She would name a dog She collected from the pound. My name is Lisa Collins, should you need to know. But, as I said, I don't expect to hear you address Me as anything except 'Mistress.' Now, cullen, open the glove box and you will find in there a white lace garter belt. Take it out and place it on your right thigh ... about two-thirds of the way up." A bit taken aback by this, i nevertheless complied immediately, blushing. "A bit higher. There; that's better. I like for my boys to wear something a little frilly." Mistress Lisa then started the car, slowly pulling us across the gravel parking area, down the long driveway, and out onto the country road. After some minutes of silence, Mistress spoke, again placing Her hand proprietorially on my left thigh. "Are you a slave or just a sub, cullen?" "This boy is a slave, Mistress." "I see," Mistress replied. "So your Owner truly owns you? She allows you no safewords or limits, and She is free to treat you in any way She desires?" "Yes, Mistress. This boy has relinquished all rights ... a boy is completely Her property. If he objects to anything She orders, his only choice is to leave Her service." "Hmmm." i could sense Mistress smiling. "That, then, will be the terms for this weekend, too, cullen. No safewords, no limits. If you refuse anything I command of you, I will return you to your Owner immediately and She will decide your fate. Is that clear?" "Yes, Mistress." "Tell Me about your relationship with your Owner. How long has She owned you? Does She allow You outside of the house?" "Mistress Tamara claimed this boy as Her own almost a year ago, Mistress. She collared me and marked me with a small brand of Her initials on my right bottom cheek. W/we have a contract that outlines my status as Her slave and She publicly claimed me during a FemDomme wedding ceremony...." "cullen," Mistress interrupted sharply. "Yes, Mistress," i replied meekly, unsure what i had done to offend. "When I am gracious enough to permit you to use your tongue for speaking and let Me remind you that for a slave speaking is a privilege, not a right you will begin or end each sentence with 'Mistress' ... as a tribute to Me and a reminder of your lowly place. Do I make Myself clear, boy?" "Yes, Mistress," i stammered, my face red with shame. "Good. Now, tell Me again properly this time about your relationship with your Owner." "Yes, Mistress," i began again. "Mistress Tamara claimed this boy about a year ago, Mistress. She placed Her collar on my neck and branded me with Her initials on my right bottom cheek, Mistress. O/our relationship was formalized at a FemDomme wedding ceremony, where i was publicly presented as Her property and She assumed the privileges of ownership, Mistress." "Much better, cullen," Mistress said. "I have noticed that in addition to your brand, your Owner has pierced your belly button and nipples. Has She marked you in any other way?" "No, Mistress. Otherwise this boy is unmarked, Mistress ... although my Owner keeps my genitals shaven." "Does She allow you to work outside of the home, or are you simply a houseboy?" "She does allow Her boy to work outside of the home, Mistress, but not in his original job." "Tell Me about that," Mistress Lisa ordered. "Yes, Mistress. When She claimed me, Mistress, i was a teacher, but She did not want me in a position where i would have any sort of supervisory or evaluative position over Women. She had me resign my teaching post, Mistress, and found me a part-time job in a fetish boutique owned by a Domme friend of Hers." "What an excellent solution, cullen; your Owner must be a very clever Woman. Do you like the job?" "Yes, Mistress, i do. i wait on the Domme clients, model subwear, run errands for the boutique's Owner, and don't have to move back and forth between a submissive and a 'normal' persona, Mistress ... i am submissive both at home and at work." "Are you allowed to keep your pay, cullen?" "No, Mistress. It goes directly to my Owner, Mistress." "As it should. Do you handle all of the housework, boy?" "Yes, Mistress. This boy's Owner is a very busy physician, Ma'am. She has made me responsible for cooking Her meals, keeping the house clean, taking care of Her car, minding the yard, and doing other chores, Mistress." After a brief pause, Mistress continued Her interrogation. "Are you allowed to have friends or keep in contact with your family?" "No, Mistress. When my Owner claimed me, i lived in another city, a long way from here, Mistress. She had me sell all of my assets and move here, Mistress. She does not permit me to have any contact with former friends, Mistress, and allows me to visit my family only once a year. The only P/people i am allowed to interact with socially are the Dommes and subs She knows, Mistress." "Hmmm ... you really are Her's aren't you, cullen?" "Yes, Mistress." By now, W/we had progressed back toward the city, driving through well-manicured suburbs. Fortunately the streets were both largely empty at this hour and rather dark, so that my nakedness in the car went unnoticed. "Does your Owner use you sexually, boy?" "Yes, Mistress, She does," i replied, blushing noticeably in a way that was not lost on Mistress. "I like the way you look when you blush, cullen. The color makes you even cuter, and I prefer boys who are demure." Of course, this made me flush even more fully, which i sensed brought a smile to Mistress's face. "How does your Owner like to use you, cullen? Does She allow you to cum often?" "No, Mistress. She believes that males should be allowed release only rarely, as a reward for good behavior, Mistress. She uses my mouth mainly, Mistress." Even after years as a submissive and an year as a slave, i still found it difficult to discuss such intimate matters with Dommes. Mistress seemed to take some delight in my embarrassment and difficulty, pressing me further. "Are you accomplished with your tongue, boy?" Blushing an even brighter shade, i replied as best i could. "i think so, Mistress; i certainly try my best." "Well, I suspect that I will have a chance to judge that for Myself before the weekend is over." After a short pause during which i contemplated this thought, Mistress continued. "Does your Owner use you anally, cullen?" "Only rarely, Mistress," i responded, shifting involuntarily in my seat at the direction Mistress's questions were leading. Slave Exchange "So, you are not a virgin, but still rather tight?" "Yes, Mistress," my response almost caught in my throat. "Excellent. I find the anus the most interesting part of the male anatomy and I will tell you that I absolutely relish taking boys from behind ... and plan on taking full advantage of your little asshole for My pleasure over the next several days. I don't know if you will enjoy it, but I certainly will." As i swallowed hard, absorbing Mistress's intentions, W/we made a final turn down a quiet residential street and pulled into a driveway. Using a remote control on Her sun visor, Mistress opened the double garage, pulled the car into it, and closed it behind us. "Get out, boy, and come around to open My door." Obeying instantly, i stepped out into the large, neatly ordered garage and stepped around the open Mistress's door, kneeling as i did so. Stepping out, Mistress motioned for me to shut the door behind Her. When i had done so, She snapped a leather leash onto the d-ring on my collar and ordered me to stand. "Do you need to use the bathroom, boy?" Taken aback by this unexpected question, i stammered that i did ... at which Mistress pulled gently on the leash leading me through the rear door of the garage out into the back yard. "Don't panic, cullen. This is a very secluded yard. No one will notice you back here, unless you make a fuss ... and you won't do that will you, boy?" "No, Mistress," i replied, mortified at what She apparently had in store for me. "By your reaction, I can tell that your Owner allows you to use indoor facilities. I prefer that My boys go outside ... it is more suitable to your station." Having led me to a section of thick grass toward the middle of the back yard, Mistress stopped and snapped Her fingers, pointing toward the ground. "Knees and elbows, cullen." As i felt myself turn a bright red from head to toe, i nevertheless complied, lowering myself onto the fragrant, dew-damp grass. Still holding the leash, Mistress walked around me, examining my posture. Using Her booted feet, She roughly nudged my knees further apart. "Am I going to have to remind you of this all weekend, cullen? I want your legs widely parted at all times." Her voice was low and clearly irritated. "I want you splayed, with your sex dangling and your anus fully exposed, for Me to view and use with ease. When I allow you to walk, you may do so normally; but when you are standing, kneeling, or sitting, you are to be widely spread ... as a sign to Me and E/everyone else that you have nothing to hide and no right to any degree of privacy. Is that too difficult for you to understand, boy?" "No, Mistress," i replied, fully feeling how vulnerable i was to this demanding Domme. "If I have to remind you again, it will be with a whipping to your ball sack. Do I make myself clear, cullen." "Yes, Mistress." "Do not disappoint me in this manner again, boy." With that, Mistress lowered Herself onto my back and crossed Her leather-clad legs. Her weight was surprisingly light and the touch of leather on the skin of my back very soft. "Now, cullen, relieve yourself ... and don't keep Me waiting all night." "Yes, Mistress. Thank You, Mistress." With some effort, i managed to conjure forth a small stream of urine, which i could see and hear dribbling on the grass underneath me. When the weak trickle had stopped, Mistress stood and walked around behind me again. "Not very impressive. Is that all, boy?" "Yes, Mistress," i replied meekly, unable to force myself any further. Mistress reached between my legs with Her riding crop and tapped my penis several times, shaking a few remaining drops from the tip. "I certainly don't want you dripping any of this on my floors or carpets." Satisfied, Mistress came around the stand in front of me and pulled upward on the leash, signaling me to rise, which i did immediately. In this manner, She led me back through the garage and into Her house. As W/we entered the kitchen, i had the opportunity to get a somewhat better look at the Woman who owned me for the weekend, at least from behind. She was somewhat shorter than i had thought in the car, perhaps only 5'3" tall, but was possessed of a magnificent figure on Her small frame. She appeared to be no older than 30 and in excellent shape. Her hair was very dark, thick, and curly; it hung down below Her shoulders and She wore it pulled back, tied in a white ribbon. Her dark features and pale skin led me to suspect that She was of eastern European or Jewish ancestry. She did not give me long to observe or contemplate Her appearance. Leading me by the leash, She gave me a quick tour of the house, which was large, well decorated, and elegant. "This is the kitchen, boy, where you'll have the opportunity to show off your culinary skills. The water and food bowls in the corner are yours; you may drink water whenever you like, but you'll eat only after I've dined ... and on my scraps.... That's the dining room, which W/we probably won't use this weekend, but I may have you clean it. The living room is there, and I will definitely have you clean that tomorrow.... Through the living room is my study, which you are not to enter unless I give you explicit permission.... The stairs around the corner lead to the basement, where I may have you do some laundry tomorrow." Tugging on my leash, She led me up the carpet stairs. "The guest rooms and my library are down there," She pointed to the left, "and My room is here." She guided me into Her expansive, well appointed bed room. A large, four poster bed was the focal point of the room, blanketed by an expensive brocaded cover; an antique armoire stood in one corner and a richly upholstered love seat was aligned along the near wall, opposite the bed. Another wall was virtually filled by a large picture window that looked out over the back yard; in front of the window was a table holding a large crystal vase filled with a fresh floral arrangement. Behind the bed i could see a large, walk-in closet. Skylights in the cathedral ceiling gave the room an even more open feel. Through a doorway, i could see a large, bright bathroom adjoining the Mistress's bedroom. A soft pleasant perfumed scent permeated the room. "Kneel, cullen," Mistress commanded; i obeyed immediately, parting my knees as widely as i could. She unsnapped the leash from my collar and held it before me. "Kiss the leash, then bend and kiss My feet." Submissively, i complied, tasting first the leather of the leash, then that of Mistress's boots. "Now, remain on your knees and move over to the end of the bed, kneeling with your forehead placed on the floor, facing the bed, and your hands clasped behind your back." When i had done exactly as commanded, Mistress walked up behind me. "Good boy," She said. Seemingly quite pleased with my posture, She gently rubbed my scrotum with the tip of Her boot before turning and walking into the bathroom. Unable to see almost anything from my kneeling position, i tried to follow Mistress's progress from the sounds that drifted from the bathroom into the bedroom. First running water, then a rustling of towels; boots being untied and dropped noisily on tiles; the rasp of a zipper and click of buttons, before the sound of clothing falling to the floor; a cabinet opened and closed; bare feet entering the bedroom and then returning to the bathroom; then finally, the soft sound of Mistress approaching me from behind. "Kneel up, cullen, and turn around." When i had obeyed, even through properly lowered eyes, i could tell that Mistress stood before me entirely nude. In the brief moment i had a chance to take in an impression of Her beauty ... Her perfectly proportioned legs; Her firm, smallish, high set breasts; the ivory tone of Her skin; the tattoo of a porpoise above Her shaved genitals. But, of course, what impressed me most was that She wore a large, black strap on dildo. The artificial cock was probably eight inches in length and rather thick; in my mind's eye, i can still vividly see its large head and the realistic veins embossed on its latex. While it was not nearly as large or long as i had feared --- and not nearly as big as some i have seen before and since --- it was still frightening to see. Standing out menacing and firm from Mistress's crotch, the sight caused me to blanche visibly. Mistress spoke calmly and determinedly. "It will be entirely up to you, boy, how I use this tonight. If you resist in any way, I will rape you. I will fuck you hard and dry, and I will hurt you very badly." Mistress paused and let this sink in. "But if you give yourself fully to Me, if you spread your ass cheeks willingly and accept that you are completely Mine, I will be as gentle with you as I can be." Mistress again paused to let this option sink in, stroking Her strap-on with Her right hand as She did so. "The choice of how is your's, cullen ... but one way or another, I am going to use you and you are going to take every inch of this cock." With that, Mistress took a step forward, so that the dildo protruded only a few short inches from my downturned face. "If you are ready to willingly submit to me, cullen, and open your boy hole for My pleasure, you will kiss the end of your Mistress's cock." Although the alternatives were both extraordinarily humiliating, the choice was not a difficult one; i lifted my head, leaned forward, and gently kissed the head of the dildo, getting my first taste of its fragrant plastic flavor. "Excellent decision, boy," Mistress said, clearly pleased. "Now, I want you to open wide, take My cock into your cute little mouth, and lubricate it with your own saliva." Blushing deeply, i nevertheless complied immediately, parting my lips and watching as Mistress stepped forward to fill my mouth with Her cock. Mistress touched my flushing cheeks with Her cool hand as She gently pushed the dildo deeper into my mouth. "Take as much of it as you can, cullen, and suck on it deeply. There, that's good. Get it nice and wet. I want you to feel your own juices penetrating that tight little ass of yours." Overcoming my gag reflex with some difficulty, i relaxed enough so that Mistress could put most of the length of the dildo in my mouth ... and then to slide it back and forth, making me fellate it gently. After several minutes of this, Mistress stepped back and withdrew Her cock from my mouth. "On your feet, boy," She commanded. "Turn around and lie down ass up over the end of the bed." As She snapped Her fingers, i complied immediately, lowering my torso onto the end of the bed ... and keeping my legs as widely spread as i could. The unusual height of the bed meant that i was doubled over, my butt just slightly higher than my head. Forcefully, She grabbed my hips and pulled me back away from the end of the bed, so that only my upper chest and not my belly rested upon the bedding. "I don't want that little cock of yours even touching the sheets, boy. As I fuck you, all you will get to fuck is the air." Mistress leaned over me. Roughly, She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up, so that my weight rested on my chin and i was forced to look forward toward the head of the bed, over which hung an antique mirror. "I want you to watch how your Mistress uses you, boy," She whispered in my ear. Then, with some force, She moved my arms from my sides and pulled them around behind my back. Daring to look at the mirror, i was struck by my utter vulnerability and the helpless look in the eyes that stared back at me. Behind me, Mistress had moved out of the limited view provided by the mirror, but i could hear Her opening a cabinet in the bathroom, then returning into the bedroom. When She came back into the reflected view, i was struck by the incongruous image She presented. Her body was simply lovely, and Her fair skin seemed to glow with an angelic beauty. Her face, which i gazed on for the first time, was gentle; Her deep brown eyes were kind. And yet, as She strode across the room, the large phallus with which She intended to impale me danced lewdly in front of Her with every step She took. So preoccupied was i with this dissonant image that i did not notice what She held in Her hand until She began to rub a cold gel around, and then into, my anus. "I told you that if you cooperated I would be gentle and go easy on you," She said softly, rubbing more of the gel onto and into me. But, as my anus contracted involuntarily at Her touch, She slapped my bottom angrily. "Tighten up like that on Me again, boy, and you will regret it," She hissed. "I've got much larger cocks that I can use on you and this lubricant can be removed in mere seconds. Show me even the slightest bit of resistance again and I'll take you so hard that you won't even be able to think about sitting down for a month. Do you understand me, boy?" "Yes, Mistress," i half whimpered. "For your sake, I certainly hope you do," Mistress said, all anger seeming to have passed, as She wiped the excess lubricant from Her hands onto my right thigh. Mistress took my bottom cheeks in Her hands and gently parted them, then took a small step forward so that the head of the dildo touched my exposed anus. "Beg Me to take you, cullen. Beg your Mistress to use your cute little ass." Awkwardly and feeling every bit as vulnerable as i undoubtedly looked, i stammered out my plea. "Please, Mistress, Your slave begs for You to take him ... to impale and use his bottom ... he begs for You to make him completely Yours, Mistress, by using him from behind." "Thank you, cullen ... I will do just that," Mistress replied softly, as She simultaneously began to stroke my belly gently with the fingers of Her left hand and to push the head of Her phallus into my anus. Knowing better than to resist in any way, i tried to relax completely as the head of the dildo pierced me and the first several inches of the shaft slid into my bottom. Mistress continued to rub my belly lightly and, with Her right hand, to steady Herself against my butt cheeks or to play teasingly with the garter belt around my thigh. "cullen, you are doing very well ... very well, indeed," She assured me, pushing several more inches of the thick shaft into my anal cavity. "Don't resist ... you are Mine, remember, and I enjoy using you this way." Mistress now pulled backwards a bit, and then began to piston the dildo in and out, properly fucking my stretched anus. She stopped petting my tummy and moved Her right hand onto my penis, which She stroked several times. "cullen, I want you hard for this ... I want to see your cock as erect as Mine is ... but you are not to touch anything with it and you are certainly not to cum ... you have not earned that privilege yet." "Yes, Mistress," i choked out, between thrusts of the phallus and feeling my own penis stretch to its full size. With each piston-like motion of Her phallus, Mistress moved ever more of the shaft inside of me. Sometimes She bent Her knees and drove the dildo in an upward trajectory, altering the sensation somewhat; other times, She grabbed my hips firmly and pulled them back as She thrust forward for even deeper penetration. Settling into a momentarily steady rhythm, Mistress leaned forward and half-whispered in a voice that was becoming more breathless, "cullen, do you know that this is a two-headed dildo that I'm using on you? ... that while one head of this is exploring your virginal boy hole, the other is pleasuring Me? ... did you know that, boy?" "No, Mistress," i replied, exhaling my reply on Mistress's downstroke. "I like knowing that while I'm fucking you, I'm also pleasuring Myself ... and that I can ride you like this until I have entirely satisfied Myself ... don't you like knowing that, cullen?" "Yes, Mistress," was the only possible reply ... again delivered on the downstroke of Mistress's phallic thrust. Behind me, Mistress grew silent and picked up the rhythm of Her lunges. Virtually the entire length of the dildo was pistoning into and out of my anus with each stroke, the head of the plastic penis touching my prostate and sending electric chills through my body with each inward thrust. Mistress was obviously feeling the effects, too, as Her breathing became first deeper, then more erratic, as She built to an orgasm. On the verge of fulfillment, Mistress abruptly stopped the long lunges and, taking my hips firmly in both hands, began a series of short, brutal, hard, deep, arhythmetic thrusts that ended with a panting, shuddering, choking crescendo that i felt all along the length of the thick shaft buried in my bottom. After a long moment in which there was neither sound nor movement in the room, Mistress withdrew the phallus halfway from my aching anus and ran a finger down the lower reaches of my spine ... which was wet with perspiration generated by fear and effort. "That was one orgasm, boy ... the first one ... but don't you think your Mistress deserves more than just one?" "Yes, Mistress," was once again the only possible answer. "Of course, I do, cullen," Mistress said softly, pleased with my compliant reply. "And you, boy, need to be fucked a little longer, don't you." "Yes, Mistress," i replied, entirely submissive. Much to my relief, Mistress's second orgasm was a quick one. Sensing, i believe, that much further hard use would risk rending my still maidenly anus, She took me slowly and easily this second time. Unlike the sometimes fierce thrusts that She had used before, now they came at an easy pace ... neither pushed in nor pulled out as far nor as forcibly as before. The second orgasm, which came after only several minutes, was likewise rolling rather than intense, like the first one. Although there was no doubt about either its occurrence or the pleasure that Mistress took in it, it did not reverberate down the lengths of both of O/our bodies as the first one had. When it had passed, Mistress leaned over and kissed my back ... then, without saying a word, She pulled Her phallus quickly out of my bottom and went into the bathroom. Left there gasping a bit at both the sudden exit and the odd, cold emptiness i felt i listened to Her movements, following them carefully, entirely unsure of what to expect next. When She emerged from the bathroom several minutes later, i could see that She was wearing a white silk bathrobe and that She had prepared for bed. She came up behind me and rubbed my butt cheeks gently. "cullen, you did very well and I am quite pleased with you. I know that this was not easy for you, but you handled yourself admirably ... you made your Mistress extremely happy." "Thank You, Mistress," i replied, flushed, "Your boy is very glad that You are pleased with him, Mistress." "Yes, I am, boy ... yes, I am. Now, I want you to get up, clean yourself well in the bathroom, and thoroughly clean both ends of My phallus. The end that pleasured Me, you will lick clean first ... to get a taste of my delicious juices. Then, you will wash both ends with hot soapy water. Do a very good job, cullen, because W/we will use this toy again this weekend. Get going," She said, giving me a soft slap across my right butt cheek. The bathroom was larger and brighter than it appeared from the bedroom, and filled with a variety of mirrors that forced me to confront various views of myself, naked and just-fucked. Carefully, i wiped my bottom several time with toilet paper and was relieved to see only feces and lubricant, no blood. Picking up the phallus that Mistress had used on me, i was struck by how odd it looked, its two shafts joined in the middle by a large, realistic-looking "scrotum". Holding the device by its "testes", i carefully licked Mistress's end clean, fellating the shaft that had so recently pleasured Her, then running my tongue over the special rings at its base, which were clearly designed to help Her to orgasm. Lingering as long as i thought i could enjoying the sweet-salty sample of Her drying juices, i then washed the entire toy thoroughly in hot water and plenty of soap ... full well knowing that i would soon enough feel its business end penetrating me again. After drying the phallus fully and leaving it resting on a towel by the sink, i returned to Mistress's bedroom. Slave Exchange Mistress had turned off all the lights in the room except for Her bedside light. Tucked under the covers, She was reading intently and did not look up until i had knelt on the floor beside Her. Turning a page and then marking Her place, She said simply, "Stand." When i had risen to my feet, She laid the book aside and reached over to grab my penis, pulling me closer to the side of the bed. "you have pleased me tonight, boy, and I want you to rest now ... because I expect you to please me even more tomorrow." Pulling on the shaft of my penis, She continued. "Do I need to restrain you so that you won't be tempted to try to pleasure yourself during the night?" "No, Mistress," i replied, flushing, "Your boy will behave himself, Mistress." "Good. you will sleep right there ... the carpet is thick and warm, and there is a thin blanket under the bed that you may use should you get chilled. I am going to read for a while, but you have a long day ahead ... and I want you to sleep right now. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress," i replied and then lay down as She snapped Her fingers and pointed to the floor beside Her bed. Exhausted from the long party, the thrill of the exchange, and the use to which Mistress had put me, i quickly drifted off to sleep, while above me, in the dim light of the reading lamp, i heard Mistress quietly turn the pages of Her book. For the remainder of the weekend, Mistress used me as a domestic servant and on two occasions further stretched my anus. In the morning, She had me fix Her breakfast (fresh black coffee, dry toast, half a grapefruit) and serve Her in bed. After hand feeding me Her leftovers and some selected "goodies" from the refrigerator, She allowed me to shower before fitting me with a butt plug and placing a tiny, frilly black apron around my waist ... suitable to my position as Her maid, She said. For the remainder of the morning and through the early afternoon, while She worked at the computer in Her study, i vacuumed, swept, dusted, did laundry, and cleaned bathrooms and kitchen. In the evening, She took me out on a "date". Dressed in the vanilla clothes of Her sub (which fit me rather well), i looked "normal" ... although the absence of any undergarments (save the garter belt, which i feared might be visible when i sat), my trussed up penis and testes (which kept me in state of semi-erection), and the larger "evening wear" butt plug She pushed inside me made me feel quite conspicuous. She, too, looked "normal" in casual jeans and silk top. A more practiced eye, however, would have noticed that W/we were not a "normal" couple ... the way i kept my eyes lowered; the attention i paid to opening doors, caring for chairs, etc; the fact that i spoke only when She addressed me; at the Thai restaurant, the manner in which She ordered dinner for the both of us; the deference with which i addressed Her ("Ma'am" replacing "Mistress" in public, She informed me). After dinner, She took me to a movie ... a showing of a 1950s classic. The arts cinema was dark and W/we were among the handful of patrons watching this screening. Seating U/us in a dark corner in the back, after the lights went down and musical score came up, Mistress leaned over a told me to unzip and pull out "Her toy". For the entire length of the film, She then proceeded to tease and torment my penis ... reminding me not to "dare cum" and periodically making me lick my pre-cum from Her fingers. Back at Her house, She told me how pleased She was with my public behavior, then took me again with Her dildo ... this time with me lying on my back (ankles cuffed and tied to the bedposts) and Her "on top" ... a position W/we reprised the next morning, that time with a significantly thicker dildo, which Mistress assured me i was "ready for". After lounging around the house most of Sunday morning, in the early afternoon, Mistress told me to put on the outfit i had worn last night ... this time sans the garter belt, butt plug, and genital trussing ... W/we were going to brunch before She returned me to my Owner. At a local bakery/caf‚ (where, again, She ordered and i demurred), W/we both enjoyed fresh croissants, fruit salad, and caf‚ au lait. After a good while (during which Mistress read the paper thoroughly and i watched the "normal" couples come and go), Mistress rose, said simply, "It's time," and motioned for me to go to the car while She paid the bill. She drove U/us downtown into one of the gentrified shopping areas, parking in the small lot attached to a rival fetish boutique. i noticed that the lot was surprisingly full for a lazy Sunday and that my Owner's car was among those parked there. Placing Her hand under my chin and lifting my head slightly, Mistress looked into my eyes. "I have had a good time with you this weekend, cullen ... you have performed well and pleased me. I hope that you might sometime serve me again." Swallowing and blushing, i replied softly. "Thank You, Mistress. Serving You has been an honor, Mistress." "It's 'Ma'am' again, cullen ... just 'Ma'am.'" "Yes, Ma'am," i answered. Inside the boutique, a group of Dommes chatted, sipped coffee, and collected Their property. Released by Mistress Lisa when W/we entered the building, i went immediately to my Owner, knelt before Her, kissed Her feet, and greeted Her as "Mistress." Across the room, i noticed Mistress Lisa being greeted in similar fashion by a handsome, blonde sub. Petting my head affectionately, Mistress said, "I certainly hope you served well, cullen." "Yes, Mistress, i believe i did." "Wonderful, I want you to tell me all about your weekend on the drive home." O/our brief conversation was interrupted by one of the Women i knew to be an owner of the boutique. "Are you ready, Tamara?" She asked my Mistress. "Yes, Andrea, I am. cullen, come with Us." Mistress Andrea led U/us into one of the boutique's back rooms, which was set up for tattooing. Mistress told me to take off my pants and climb up onto the tattooing table. As Mistress Andrea prepared the appropriate needles, Mistress explained to me that the Dommes wanted to keep a record of which slaves were leant to which Mistresses ... and that they did so by tattooing the Dommes' initials in a circle around the male's upper thigh (i had, in fact, seen such patterns on subs before ... but had not known then what they signified). Mistress told me that Mistress Lisa's initials ("LMC") would be the first to grace the virginal skin of my thigh, but that She expected me to display many more in the coming months ... just as Her initials would decorate the thighs of a number of other subs in the coming months.