7 comments/ 28127 views/ 8 favorites Herb and Me By: colleenslittletoy It had years since I had last seen Lee, the neighbor kid who had guided me with the ease of a master down the road of servitude into a state of complete and depraved slavery. The extremely humbling experience with Lee, Kay, my former girlfriend, and others of my youth was finally set aside once I got away from the small town where we all lived. Running away, literally, I went to college as far from my hometown as possible. After school, I settled down, married and began a lucrative career. As a promising attorney I joined a fairly large firm in a big city and slowly but determinedly worked my way up the ladder of success. In spite of the warped sexual discretions that still inhabited in the recesses of my mind, I finally managed to overcome Lee's bizarre influence and lead a fairly normal existence. In fact, in my last year at law school, I met the woman who would be my future wife, Kerri. Kerri remains a beautiful brunette with a body that is just short of being a knockout. Often, I wondered why she chose to settle down with me but every day I'm thankful she did. Her beauty often reminds me of the lost love of my high school life, Kay, the girl I seemed destined to surrender to my high school rival, Lee. Obviously, Kerri knows nothing about the embarrassing and humiliating period of my youth, the demeaning and subservient time when I so easily gave up all sense of pride and freedom to the arrogant, haughty Lee. There was no need to discuss that period with her. After all, what could I tell her? "You see Kerri, once I had this need to subject myself to another male." Obviously, the confession would come with a sense of emasculation and total embarrassment. Naturally, she would be filled with way too many questions. "What do you mean, subject yourself?" she would ask incredulously, as no normal person could possibly understand the perverse need I had to succumb to another to the point where I was a mere lackey to his every whim. "I mean I became his slave," I would admit in utter humiliation. "I obeyed his every command. If he wanted me to do something, no matter what it was, no matter how humiliating, no matter how degrading to me, I obeyed." My eyes would be downcast as I revealed my corrupt inner self. "What sort of things did he have you do?" she would continue in total disbelief, each question diminishing her respect for me, each truth lowering my own self-respect. "It started with just simple chores. I carried his books to school, I mowed his lawn, washed his cars, that sort of thing," I would begin to explain, hoping to keep my revelations at the mundane level. "Oh. Well that's not too bad. Maybe you were just being helpful. Did you have to do anything else?" Her curiosity would raise its ugly head and demand more details, not satisfied with merely embarrassing me. She would want every sordid example. "During his parties, I served as his waiter." Memories of jumping to the snap of his fingers flashed through my head. "Oh. I guess that's all right. I can understand that even though it does seem a bit too much for high school friends." "You misunderstand." If she had seen us together, she would have realized that there was no way I was equal to Lee. "I wasn't his friend." "You weren't? But you were both young boys. What kind of relationship did you have with him then?" "I told you. I was his... slave." "But Rob, I don't understand. There is no such thing as slavery any more. People don't own one another. How in the world did you become his slave? How did he make you do those things?" "He didn't make me," I would whisper. Explaining why I willingly allowed the pompous neighbor to completely take control of my life, to literally own me was the difficult part, mainly because it was hard for even me to understand sometimes. How would I tell her why I succumbed to his every demand? How could I explain how every day it became easier to obey his imperial, lofty commands? How could I justify how erotic, exotic even, it was to literally bow down to this god-like figure even when I hated him for it? How could I justify my need to succumb, humble myself, and humiliate myself? "I guess I did what he demanded because there was a part of me that wanted to. He was so... superior that I felt I had to obey." "I don't understand! You willingly became his slave? What kind of person are you?" she would accuse, seeing me for the first time as the pitiful excuse of a man that I really was. "It's true," I would answer, hating myself for feeling excited as I continued to reveal my inner self to the woman I loved. "I was no kind of man. I was far less than a man. I told you. I was a slave." The confession would take on a life of its own and as the surge of lust flowed through me I would tell her everything. My need to debase myself completely would overcome me. "It gets worse." "How could it possibly get worse?" she would demand. "I gave him my girlfriend." Even then, years later I would feel a wave of masochistic lust flow through me as I recalled the way I handed the love of my life to the arrogant and snobby master. "I shaved my head." "Why would you do that?" "Because he told me to," I would reply. "He wanted me to look totally ridiculous." "What else?" "I wore a nose ring to make it worse. I bowed down to him whenever he entered the room. I cleaned his feet. I allowed him to ride me as if I were some sort of horse. He beat me." With the raw lust of the confession arousing my base instincts, I would tell her everything. "And if you want to know the worst, he used my mouth." "You sucked him off? You were his cocksucker?" Nodding, I would feel the humiliation fuel the inner desires of debasement. Of course, you can readily see why I could never have this conversation. How could any self-respecting female ever want to be with me if she found out I had such a perverse soul? So I kept my past to myself. I wouldn't even tell Kerri what hometown I was from for fear that somehow she would want to visit. Admittedly, for the first year after leaving home, it took a while to escape the effects of my notorious experience with the proud and perfect Chinese teenager. Many times I would wander around, completely lost without the imperial commands of my master to direct my every waking moment, but eventually I managed to put the bizarre events behind me, although there were many nights I pumped my little cock as I relived those depraved days. Forgetting Lee was very difficult. All throughout the first year of college I kept waiting for him to summon my return, depriving me of the chance to better myself. I even glanced occasionally over my shoulder as if he would appear by magic, beckoning me to return to my proper place of servitude. But he left me alone, satisfied I guess with the knowledge that he still had my old girlfriend to comfort him. Many times I hungered for the subservience, recognizing the urgent need in me for subjecting myself to a superior person. Jealousy would often flair as I realized that Lee would have no trouble finding another suitable slave to fill my unworthy shoes. I wondered who would be honored to serve at the feet of the master. At those times I missed the submissiveness that seemed to come so easily and natural to me. Many nights, alone in bed, I would regret the times at his feet, bowing in my supplicate way, and obeying every cruelty he demanded from me. But as I relived the many scenes beneath his rule I would end up aroused and needing to relieve the sensual feelings he instilled in me. Reluctantly, I was forced to admit to myself the truth; that the shameful need to serve as his slave still lived, right beneath the surface of respectability. Once, at a restaurant with my wife, I heard another patron snap his fingers at the waiter. Instant memories flooded through me and I wanted nothing more than to jump to his command and bow at the man's feet. I missed the embarrassing thrill that coursed through me each time my master bid me near him with just a snap of his fingers. It took a tremendous amount of effort but I finally managed to put most of the demeaning experiences behind me. Now, my life never seemed better. The lovely and beautiful Kerri loved me, seemingly in spite of all of my flaws. The problem was, despite her seemingly devotion, there was a part of me that wondered if what she really enjoyed were the financial compensations and the position my job provided her in the community rather than what I had to offer. Our sex life was good, I convinced myself, if not overwhelming. It was easy to blame Lee for my bedroom problems. Too often, right in the middle of making love with my wife, images of Lee's haughty manner would intrude. As much as Kerri's voluptuous body inflamed me, unfortunately, she didn't arouse me the way Lee did. Often, to consummate the act, I pictured some exquisite, humiliating moments when I jumped to Lee's commands. Usually just the thought of some menial task in a demeaning way was all that it took to send me into a bout of ecstasy and shoot my load. The first time he suggested, (were his words ever suggestions?), that we each learn what it was like to be king and the slave would emerge in my mind while thrusting away with my wife. Bowing in my supplicate manner while he stood in his royal pose was enough to finish the act. Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how one views my status, there were many deliciously cruel pictures to choose from when remembering the times with Lee. For example, for some reason I wasn't content with my own debasement, I had to involve my cherished girlfriend in my depraved games. Memories of Kaye watching me kneel before my master to put his shoe back on, a wicked grin across her face as I lowered myself to her new lover sent flashes of ecstasy through me. Recollections of Lee slapping me across the face as I stood like a fool with Kay watching with amusement would instantly cause my erection to explode. Times when Lee bid me to wipe his feet while Kay looked on, seeing her old boyfriend at the feet of her new one, would cause me to shoot at once. Using my mouth to take care of my master's needs while he talked on the phone to my old girlfriend instantly transported me back to those days of obsequious nightmares and I would explode instantly. Images of the two perfect people, Kaye and Lee kissing or making love would cause me to ejaculate prematurely. Even memories of Herb, the former nerd, and the thought of him taking Lee's place in the natural order of things could cause me to release my load. Because of this tendency to constantly remember the situation with Lee, often times my lovemaking with my wife was short and perfunctory. I was satisfied, the sordid images of my servitude searing through my soul causing a brief yet powerful climax, but I wondered whether Kerri was pleased with my quick release. Obviously, Lee's hold on my psyche still affected my performance as a man. After I climaxed I would roll off and guilt would set in. It was too easy to believe I wasn't worthy of such a beautiful, sexy woman. At that moment I realized that a man like Lee could make the delightful experience last for hours, causing her to scream in ecstasy, and satisfy her completely. With this knowledge in mind, I would struggle to compensate for my lack of performance and endurance. The only thing left for me at that moment, as I reviewed my spent and worthless manhood, was to become overly proficient with my oral skills. Fortunately, Kerri seemed to enjoy the tender sensations my mouth gave her, both before and after I had entered her. She never held my short, quick thrusts against me. After the first few weeks of frustration she adjusted to the situation by guiding me through our lovemaking routines. Before I could begin my short journey inside her, she directed me to spend a great deal of time massaging, licking and kissing her entire body. Only when satisfied with my oral devotion would she allow me to crawl on top of her and pound away. The only time I worried about her unspoken desires happened one evening while watching a porn movie. During the show, Kerri seemed to take a special interest in the rather large size of some of the men. Kerri did not have a lot of experience before our marriage and as a consequence had little to compare me with. As the movie unfolded and she started getting aroused, Kerri reached inside my pajamas to fondle my appendage. My little guy immediately sprang to attention, enjoying her caresses. As she played with me I noticed her eyes travel back and forth from the small handful that barely reached above her fingers to the studs in the film. Obviously I came up very short. Needless to say, before she could make the connection, I deemed the best way to take her mind off of my lack of size was spend the rest of the movie with my head between her legs. She watched the movie by herself as I licked away, driving her to three delicious orgasms. Checking my little guy in the mirror later that evening, it was very apparent that I was nowhere near the size of Lee, or probably most men for that matter. Nonetheless, for all of my shortcomings, all was going well in my life. As I said I was rapidly becoming one of the brightest stars in the firm and it wasn't going to take long before I achieved the status of partner. Kerri was very pleased with my stature and relished both the money and the prestige that came with it. We bought a new home in a good neighborhood and were even considering the possibility of children when my past caught up with me. Like the shift in the wind on a chilly autumn day, suddenly and without warning, my entire world shifted upside down. Anyone familiar with my time with Lee will remember that another male entered the scene right before I escaped. Herb was his name. Not nearly the physical specimen Lee was, nonetheless, Herb almost snared me into another perverted web before I got away. It was easy understanding why I fell under Lee's influence. Lee was a perfectly sculptured, muscular and very handsome Adonis. His superior attitude and haughty demeanor befitted his lofty appearance. Compared to him, I fell short in every category and it was a natural progression for me to submit to his every demand. Even though I never believed I had any homosexual feelings whatsoever, Lee's absolute perfection as a stud often caused my mouth to water in awe. Herb was very different from Lee, in every way. Not muscular at all, there were traces of fat around his waist. Even his head of hair was wispy compared to Lee's perfect coif. When I first met Herb, long before Lee entered the scene, I thought he was a nerd and treated him as such. During the time I was on top of the social caste before Lee came along and replaced me, I rejected Herb as unworthy of my friendship. That's why it seemed so unbelievable that I would want to succumb to his will too. More than once, in a deep, depraved, and perverted dream, thoughts of Herb taking Lee's place used to possess me. In my warped mind I imagined Herb as my master and even lover of my beloved Kay. The absolute perversity of the situation was so bizarre that I easily fell under its sway. At the time, the more depraved the situation, the more likely I was to succumb to it. After I left town, I wondered why I even considered submitting to Herb. Maybe the total degradation of the situation pushed me towards that ultimate surrender. After all, what kind of man subjects himself to a nerd? Everyone admired Lee, worshipped even, but to fall at the feet of a loser like Herb meant something far different, something far more depraved. There could be no doubt about my choosing the most shameful status if I bowed to Herb. It could only mean that I was finally so far down the path of degradation that I was beyond redeeming. Maybe that was the appeal. It was natural surrendering to Lee, a born master. Succumbing to Herb was unnatural, therefore, more perverse. Later, after I went to college, I decided that my response to Herb just showed that I was still under Lee's spell. The feeling of inferiority towards Herb was just a manifestation of the carry over of Lee's influence. Surely I was not so lowly that I would succumb to Herb's commands. In my present position, my wife and I were constantly invited to many sorts of social events, usually taking place on the weekends. We both enjoyed these parties a great deal. Kerri loved the evenings because in comparison to the other wives, she was by far the prettiest and most enchanting. She also appreciated rubbing elbows with the rich and powerful. There was another reason I relished the nights. Getting ready for the party allowed me the opportunity to relive some of the old, servile ways. Without the surrender to an evil master, getting ready for a party provided a sort of temporary relapse into my old slave-like status. By this I mean that the event allowed me to serve my wife without getting into that demeaning position I used to be under Lee's sway. As we prepared for the evening, Kerri enjoyed the idea of us shopping together and buying her outfits to show off her delicious and gorgeous body. As we readied for the evening I would mentally slip into the role of her servant, a sort of lady's maid with no privileges except menial service. The only experience I had prior to my marriage that was similar was the time I helped Kay get ready for a date with Lee. I had to admit the memory of that wicked evening was one reason I so enjoyed devoting myself to my wife. Kerri easily assumed the role of a spoiled mistress mainly because in her own way, she was the physical equal to Lee although not possessing the haughty attitude—yet. As my goddess undressed, I would draw her bath. In my mind, (fantasy), Kerri would become a very haughty, totally unapproachable lady, far beyond my insignificant status. Always clad, even if it was merely a towel, she never exposed her luscious body to the lowly servant. As she slid into the sudsy water, she quickly hid under the bubbles so even then I was unable to gaze upon her incomparable beauty. Eagerly, but mindful and careful, I would aid in her bath, washing her tenderly as though I was some sort of body attendant readying his mistress for a night out on the town with one of her regal consorts. Needless to say, the whole experience went a long ways to fulfill the subservient need in me and I would be highly aroused throughout the evening. Sometimes, before entering the steaming water Kerri would allow me to shave her long, lanky legs, exposing only the part of the limbs that needed my service, sheltering the fruits of her body from my peering eyes. Just the touch of her naked skin drove me mad with lust but like the good servant I was I never took advantage of the situation except in my devious mind. To add to the delicious torture, most of the time at her feet, shaving her legs, I fantasized that I was readying my beautiful mistress for a date with some muscular hunk. After the bath, she encased herself in a robe while I dried her softly, eyes downcast, the way a good servant would do, applying powder and perfume to special places—places I believed in my servile mind were reserved for others and not me. Then, if I was especially good, as a treat to me, I would be allowed the great honor of painting her toenails. The situation and the position fit my needs well, kneeling before her exquisite nudity as a lowly, unworthy slave. With great and deliberate effort, I was very careful not to peek up at the juncture between her legs, knowing the view of her blessed and sacred font was reserved for only the very fortunate—possibly a stud like Lee. In my lowly position as a mere lackey to the beautiful mistress, I would believe that I had no right to even glimpse at the area of perfection that she reserved for her real lovers. Herb and Me It was so fun and so easy, almost natural, for me to slip into my old submissive role. Of course, on my knees, before my goddess, I would pretend to be completely unworthy of Kerri's magnificent gifts. Quite often, in my vivid imagination, I would picture me readying the beautiful Kerri for Lee's pleasure, getting her ready for a romantic and passionate night of bliss. Sometimes, I have to admit, in the depths of my most wicked and most depraved fantasies; it wasn't Lee I was preparing her for—it was Herb. This delirious nightmare caused the greatest amount of masochistic lust to overwhelm me. When I envisioned her with Herb, I would have to adjust my struggling manhood in my pants or quickly become victim of its unfortunate release. Regretfully, it had taken a few years for Kerri to get comfortable with this routine as she wasn't accustomed to neglecting me, treating me as if I wasn't there. But by now the game was second nature. Many times she stopped the show claiming that in consideration of my feelings she couldn't dismiss my presence so cavalierly. But my persistence finally paid off and after many attempts she realized that I enjoyed the bits of servitude. She learned to ignore any thoughts of consideration for me entirely, treating me as if I, her husband, was not present. The object at her feet was simply a servant to be used as she saw fit. The only drawback was her lack of imagination. Without any experience as a haughty mistress, Kerri was limited and didn't know how to treat me, not realizing she could make me do almost anything. Lately however, to my great surprise and pleasure, Kerri had been acting even more like an imperial goddess. Not only would she pretend throughout the entire ritual as though I was simply there for her pleasure, she would now often command me to do menial tasks while in the role. It was apparent Kerri would have no trouble as a rich snob, treating her servants with the disdain and aloofness of a sophisticated lady. My heart soared with unbridled lust when the game got to the point that when I was at her feet she ignored me as if I was as insignificant as a piece of furniture. Needless to say, the more she treated me as chattel the more I was able to relive the compliant role I treasured with Lee and the more excited I became. Part of her routine now was that after I finished the beloved chore of decorating her beautiful toes, while I was still kneeling before her, Kerri would rest her feet on my thighs until the paint dried, usually reading a magazine while ignoring me. The wait was exquisite torture. There is nothing like being treated like a useless piece of furniture by your gorgeous wife. Alas, my service was nearing an end. After the toenails were dry, I gratefully continued in my position as servant, helping Kerri dress. Standing before me, Kerri still had the large towel draped around her lovely body, still off-limits to the servant's eyes. Then, with the nonchalance of a bored goddess, she handed me a pair of smooth, sexy, satiny panties to work up her sensual legs. Of course, this privilege was highly appreciated and treated with the reverence it deserved. Once, in a good mood, Kerri allowed me to plant a quick kiss on the outside of the material with promises of more of the same after the party. Once, while smoothing out the material on her rear end, my lips came dangerously close to touching the smooth cheek. Visions of a haughty friend of Lee's as she threatened to make me kiss her ass if I disobeyed her again flashed through my head. Nothing could be so deliciously depraved than worshipping my wife's posterior, could it? Next, I helped her into sheer, shiny nylons, smoothing out every wrinkle before slipping on shoes that I had previously polished. Remembering the time Lee made me polish his shoes before a date with Kay by using my tongue always entered my feeble brain as I worked my magic on Kerri's shoes. When she wasn't watching, my tongue would make circles on the leathery fabric. Sadly, my role would end once Kerri was fully clothed. Once attired, reluctantly, I resumed my normal status as a man and as a husband. As I fastened the clasp on a beautiful, very expensive dress, I had to be on my feet which shattered the fantasy and ended the sweet charade. As I quickly threw on my outfit, it was easy to recall similar tasks with my master, helping Lee prepare for dates with my former girlfriend. The compliant, depraved acts I performed for Lee would keep me in the frame of mind of the lowly slave. As I peeked at my lovely bride while I dressed, sometimes I wished Kerri knew what I was thinking. How would she react to her husband as her slave? Too worried about losing her, I kept the depraved thoughts to myself. In hindsight, it might have been that I was so consumed with the supplicate frame of mind that the rest happened. Or maybe events played out the way they did because the fates were still interested with my role as the conquered slave. The answer is unknown and I don't know for sure why what happened, happened. All I know for certain was that night, everything changed again. My life was altered and I found myself returning to the shameful ways of my youth. The strange turn of events started at the party. Of course as soon as we walked in, Kerri captured the immediate attention of all the men and was treated as the stunning woman of the ball that she was. Older partners whisked her off to ply her with drinks and flirt outrageously with her. The innocuous attention didn't bother me because I knew she loved the flattery and besides, no harm would come of it. As I stood off to the side of the room with a drink in hand watching a senior partner approach my wife by putting his arm over her bare shoulders I was interrupted in my reverie by a once familiar voice. "Nice looking gal. I wouldn't mind finding her shoes under my bed." As I turned towards the sound, an old acquaintance appeared in my view. It took me a moment to recognize him because he had changed so much. The voice came from Herb. The one-time chubby boy had matured into a handsome, rugged specimen of a man. Instead of the plump, out of shape young lad, he had grown into a solid, muscular hunk. Even his hair had filled out somehow. As I stared into those grinning haughty eyes, confidence exuded from his expression and I felt an old shameful sensation tugging through my groin. Suddenly I no longer felt like the bright lawyer. An urge to fall to my knees came over me and I struggled to overcome it. "How are you, Toad?" he asked, pausing at the word Toad, emphasizing its significance in a way only a few knew. Toad was the moniker my former master bestowed on me because of the obsequious position I assumed whenever he came into view, on my knees, my head on the floor, my hands under my forehead and my rear sticking up. Herb's smile was condescending yet so very appropriate. His manner suggested he knew he would eventually find me and in so doing, master me finally. "I see you've come up in the world since the last time I saw you. Or are you a waiter here?" The barb sliced into the flow of masochism that was surging through my veins. Visions of my time in a white jacket scurrying around to get him a drink or clean up after one of his messes popped into my suddenly numbed brain. Almost as a reflex I wanted to ask him if he needed anything from the bar. A few minutes before he walked into my life I was clear-headed and on top of my game. Now I felt as though the world had crashed in on me and I was home under the spell of the wicked Lee. "What are you doing here Herb?" Beads of sweat appeared on my forehead. The tolling bells of doom sounded in the distance. "Oh, I moved to town a couple of months ago. I'm just now beginning to get to know the better people of the community." The way he said it let me know that he considered himself included in the group but didn't feel I qualified. After all he had seen me subjected to, why should he? Herb's smile mesmerized me in much the way Lee's cocky and arrogant one used to do. My groin sent pangs of humiliation through me and I actually felt weak in the knees. For an agonizing moment, I considered bowing in that old familiar position, kowtowing to my betters the way I used to when I entered Lee's presence. Worse, I felt the old desire to return to that lustful state of depraved slavery. An inner battle between my adult life of respectability and my youthful indiscretions raged through me. Truth be told, I wasn't certain which side I was rooting for. "You seem to have lost your touch, Toad." Herb smiled. There was a evil aspect to the condescending grin. "What do you mean, Herb?" My mouth felt dry. I was quickly losing the inner struggle. My groin worked against me as I found myself aroused at his haughty and superior presence. Why did I crave this kind of belittling experience? What cell lived in me that required me to submit to my betters in such humiliating ways? "I mean that I used to not have to remind you." I stared at him with a puzzled look on my face. "I could use another drink, Toad. You didn't use to be this dense in the old days." He waved the empty glass in front of my face. Like an idiot, I stood still for a moment undecided on what to do. Instinctively, the slave part of me wanted to obey, run off to serve my new master, eager to submit to his every wish. However, since my indiscreet teenage days, I had grown a conscience and it was screaming at me that if I surrendered now, it might be forever. Before I could choose, Herb made the decision for me. With a wicked chuckle, Herb changed the subject. "Who is that lovely over there?" He pointed at Kerri who was laughing at one of the senior partner's jokes. "The gorgeous brunette who looks like she needs a good fuck?" Stunned by the lewd comment, I didn't know how to react. Once before in my life I was confronted with a decision like this. Suddenly, I had a flashback about the fateful night I brought Kay to Lee. When I first met Lee, on an impulse, I took my girl, Kay, to one of Lee's pool parties. Like an idiot I watched in horror as Lee strode across the yard towards Kay. She glanced up at him as he approached and I saw her eyes take in his handsome and rugged appearance. She was immediately smitten by his awesome physical good looks and within a relatively short time, she belonged to him. The sad thing was, I wanted to give the love of my life to my arch-rival, the man who made me his slave. Was I about to make the same regrettable mistake tonight? If I brought Kerri to Herb, showed her how he mastered me, would I lose her too? Was I about to give up another woman I loved to another superior person? Would I willingly allow Herb to take command of my wife? Would I allow him to destroy my pride and reputation? My conscience shouted out dire warnings. The situation with Lee had been a part of my youth and could be dismissed as a lark, something you grow out of. If I surrendered to my base instincts now the consequences would be vastly different. Now I could lose not only my precious wife but my job, my house, my standing in the community. Regardless of the warnings, it was difficult to fight the growing need coursing through every vein in my body. Betrayed by lust, the arousal became very evident in my pants. Some part of me still wanted to subject myself to an arrogant man, this arrogant man. The need to debase myself was not only still inside me, it smoldered like a building volcano. "Do you know the woman, Toad?" Herb's words broke my reverie. The moment was here. How would I choose? "Yes, I know her." Gulping down my drink, I tried to moisten my dry throat. My destiny loomed before me. "Well?" The question was more than rhetorical. He already knew which way I would choose. "I'll introduce you," I said lamely as I pushed off of the wall and started towards my wife. "I thought you might," he replied with the confidence Lee used to portray. Interrupting her conversation, I pulled my wife to one side of the group and introduced Kerri to Herb. Herb held her hand with both of his in a possessive and intimate manner. She seemed distracted by his charm and appearance and couldn't take her eyes off him. "Get us a drink will you...T...Rob?" Gratefully Herb avoided my nickname and stuck to my proper one. Temporarily pleased that I had dodged the bullet of explaining the unusual and demeaning name Toad, I scurried off to get their drinks. When I returned I noticed everyone was surprised at my compliant behavior. The senior partner shot me a quizzical look as he wondered what had gotten into me. I'm sure he was bewildered at the sight of his promising charge jumping to the orders of a total stranger. Kerri also seemed puzzled at my docile reaction. With drinks in hand, Herb took charge. Standing aside like an impotent eunuch, I watched as Herb adroitly separated Kerri from the others and maneuvered her towards a couch in the other room. Once comfortably seated, the two strikingly perfectly suited couple engaged in a quiet discussion. Kerri seemed entranced with Herb's story as he captivated her with his charm. Watching and waiting from the sidelines, I envied their ease with each other. Once, in a terribly intimate manner, Herb brushed an errant lock of hair from her face and moved it behind her ear. The gesture caused me to groan in part jealousy and part lust, with the lust overpowering the jealousy. Would I lose Kerri so easily? Even more troubling, did I want to lose her to the arrogant and selfish Herb? As they sat Herb snapped his fingers, just the way he did at Lee's parties, indicating the need for another drink. Like the fool that I am, I jumped at the chance to serve, as though my inner nature was telling me that I had to obey. Hurrying to the bar, I obtained two more drinks and rushed over to the couch. Kerri glanced up as I handed the glasses to Herb. There was an unsettling look on her face as she took measure of the situation. She viewed me the way she did while I performed the task of painting her toes—as though I was just a servant. Before either of us could speak, Herb simply waved his hand for me to return to my previous station. With the simple gesture, Herb asserted control. Without a word I wandered back across the room to await further instructions. With disbelief in her eyes, Kerri shot me a skeptical look as if saying, 'is this what you want?' Unable to meet her gaze, I turned away. When I glanced back, Kerri had conveniently forgotten me and focused all of her attention to Herb. Watching the two, it was easy to see Kerri was impressed by Herb's rugged and strong good looks. Would she see behind the mask? Could she penetrate through his handsome exterior and see who he really was? I wondered. Did his smug arrogance and assured manner impress her? Would she succumb to his domineering manner the way I did? Soon, her eyes were gazing into his with deep respect and almost awe. He said something amusing and as Kerri laughed, she caressed his arm. The sight of the intimate touch caused me to burn with envy. Kerri seldom displayed acts of affection in public, at least with me. As her fingers lingered on his arm, Herb peered across the room to make sure I noticed. The insolent smirk on his face shot through me like an arrow. Jealousy and anger raced through me and I wanted to stomp across the room and beat the daylights out of him. But instead of taking a stand, I remained immobile, my groin conquering my brain. The masochistic waves of overwhelming lust flowed through me like fire fueled by gasoline. Just the way I surrendered to Lee, I was succumbing to Herb's overbearing and insolent behavior. It was as if I needed to be humbled, craved to be humiliated. To my dismay, instead of reacting negatively to losing my bride to the egotistical Herb, I felt myself extremely excited by the perverse situation. The idea that I was giving up my wife to Herb was too deliciously depraved to stop. Throughout the evening I watched and waited, only used by the pompous Herb to refill their drinks. Others approached me as I stood off by myself, sometimes noticing the new rival with my wife. Frowns of disapproval filled their faces, as I did nothing to prevent Herb from outwardly wooing Kerri. But, concentrating on Herb and Kerri, I ignored everyone else. The very hubris he displayed at the situation was all it took to stop me from acting. He was in control. I was out of control. There was no time for others. My only purpose now was to watch and wait for Herb's demands. Part of me wanted the evening to end. With shame I realized that another part of me wanted Kerri to go home with Herb. Somehow the night ended and I managed to get Kerri out of the house without any further obvious demonstration of Herb's superiority. For some reason, he allowed us to leave without another word between us. On the ride home Kerri quizzed me about the handsome and debonair man she had just met, wanting to know all about him. Ignoring her questions, I brushed off any references and ignored her requests. Mostly, I hoped she would forget the man. For some reason, probably aroused by Herb's show of superiority, Kerri was more than eager for a hot night in bed. Once in the bedroom, she tore off my clothes and rushed into a passionate embrace. Still in her expensive dress, she threw me to the bed. Yanking the hem up, she climbed on top and assumed control, sitting on my small but attentive member. Unfortunately, seconds after entering her, I recalled Herb's insolent and haughty treatment towards me. Instead of concentrating on Kerri and her responsive body, I thought about the inappropriateness of the situation. It should be Herb here with Kerri, not me. The image of the two perfect people lusting for each other suddenly filled my brain. The vision of Herb throwing my wife on the bed and ravaging her caused me to shoot immediately. With a groan of bitter frustration at my shrinking, useless member, Kerri pulled off of me. As though not finished with my poor performance, she straddled my head, seeking relief in the one way I have proven successful. Gratefully, I leaped to the task. If I have one expertise in lovemaking it's using my tongue effectively. Using this talent I finally brought Kerri off. The fact that I tasted my own seed as she smeared it all over my face seemed somehow appropriate, considering the demeaning situation I was in. In fact, as Kerri wiped her lower lips across my face, I briefly wondered what it would be like to clean Herb's juices out of my wife's pussy. The image caused a revival of my little guy. Sadly, Kerri was more than finished with me and had rolled over to go to sleep. As I lay there watching her breathe, I wondered if she dreamed of Herb. Would he have been able to satisfy her with an awesome display of lovemaking? Would she have shrieked with joy and rapture, much the way Kay did with Lee? And, of course, the one question that haunted me—was Herb much more worthy of such a beautiful woman than I was? In a fitful state of mind, the last unanswered mystery that remained to be resolved as I drifted off to sleep—would my lack of performance lead to Kerri seeking someone else's arms? The next day, much to my dismay, I ran into Herb at work. He strode into my office like he owned the place, a big grin covering his haughty face. "Toad! What a coincidence running into you last night. I couldn't believe my good fortune. That's quite a wife you have by the way." Quickly, I closed the door after him, not wanting anyone to hear our conversation, especially the part where he called me Toad. "Herb. How are you?" Trying to remain calm and professional, I acted as though we were good buddies but we both knew the attempt wasn't working. Jumping to his commands last night fairly well reestablished our two positions in the status of things. Even though I was still fighting against the debasing urges, it did seem as if he was in charge. Struggle as I might, it was becoming increasingly obvious that I was losing the battle. Whether I wanted to or not, I was well on the road to filling the role of his servant. The trouble was; that depraved part of me was urging me to succumb to the pompous asshole. Herb and Me "I'm fine, Toad, but I missed you. It's been quite a while since the good old days. I haven't seen you since you snuck out of town with your tail between your legs. Yes sir, I surely miss those days. You know," he glanced at the top of my head, "you let your hair grow back out." Herb was referring to the time I shaved all my hair off because Lee requested it. "And I notice the nose ring is gone. Tell me, Toad, does Kerri know about your, shall we say, unusual kinks?" The smirk on his face was obnoxious and unsettling. "I really haven't talked to her much about my earlier days," I mumbled. It took all my effort to remain calm. He was reminding me of times I wanted to keep behind me. Or did I? Even though I was trying to maintain some dignity, it was apparent that it was a losing battle. The worst part was that Herb knew I was helpless to stop him from assuming his rightful role. With every reminder of the past, with every put down from his lofty position, I was drawing ever nearer to succumbing completely to his wicked ways. "That's too bad. Don't you think she should know about your real purpose in life? It's strange but for some reason she didn't believe me last night when I told her some of the stories about the old days. But I imagine she started to after she followed my advice." "What do you mean?" Fear found its way into the room. "It's simple. I told her before you left to take charge the rest of the night. I told her to instigate the lovemaking and see how long you would last, which I'm sure wasn't long. What did you do, imagine you were at Lee's feet again, bowing like the toad you are?" He grinned wickedly. "Or did you fantasize about me this time?" I turned beet red. "That's it! You imagined me screwing the brains out of your pretty wife didn't you?" My tongue was tied and I couldn't answer. As humiliated as I was, I was never so turned on. "Then I told her to make you clean her up if you didn't satisfy her the way I could." My face turned even a deeper red. Kerri and Herb had discussed our marital bedroom situation! She was following his instructions when she took charge last night. She knew now that I wasn't very good in bed and why. How much longer would she put up with me and not seek out someone like Herb? "Oh, by the way, I'm inviting the two of you over to my house for a pool party tonight. Want to come? It will be just like the old days, only without Lee." He was leering at me, daring me to rebel. Of course, I could not. "Sure," I replied, almost saying, anything you say, just the way I responded to Lee whenever he told me to do something. "We'll be there Herb. What time?" I tried to sound casual but I knew the next step was anything but casual. "Let's say around six." He took a card out of his pocket and handed it to me. "Here are the directions. I'll see you at six." I glanced at the paper. "Oh Toad?" "Yes, Herb?" "You might consider your role once you get there. It's a pool party so there will be some swimming but you should consider whether you want to bring a swimsuit. It's up to you, of course," he smirked, "whether you think it's necessary. Kerri will need one of course, but you should decide what role you want to play." He gazed into my eyes. It was obvious what he was up to but I found myself powerless to resist. He didn't need another guest. He wanted a servant. The disappointing thing was that he was leaving the decision up to me. Lee never did. "Anything you say, Herb." For the rest of the day I was totally useless and unable to concentrate on work. Long before the day was over, I rushed home. As I searched the house for my wife I discovered her out by the pool working on her tan. When she saw me she came into the house to get ready for the party. In her brief bikini she looked absolutely stunning. Her firm figure was the equal to anyone. Her proud breasts almost popped out of the bra and her curvy hips accentuated her bubbly butt with the string hiding inside her gorgeous cheeks. A small, insignificant triangle barely hid her womanhood, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. My mouth watered at her nearly perfect shape. She personified sensuality. As she strode by I reached out to touch her gorgeous rear end, a common gesture I normally did, but she pushed my hand away, refusing to allow even a casual caress. "Not now, Rob," she said as she swatted my hand away with annoyance. "I have to get ready for the party." With a sigh of frustration, I watched sadly as she walked away. The sight of her gorgeous ass swaying provocatively as she strut away made my mouth water. Once again, I pictured the time I almost kissed those perfect, luscious cheeks. Was every erotic image that I had tied into some sort of debasing gesture? Would there come a day, maybe sooner than later, when the only gesture of affection she would allow me would be to give her a demeaning kiss on her rear end? The pathetic question was would I do so with eagerness? As she disappeared into the other room, I wondered if I had already lost her. After a few minutes I followed Kerri into the bedroom. Her back was to me as she pealed off the miniscule garb. Turning, she seemed startled to see me. For a moment it was as though we both felt I didn't belong in the room with her, especially in her naked condition. It was if that somehow in the process of meeting Herb again, I had lost the privilege of seeing her unclothed. Somewhere, deep inside, I think we both knew I no longer deserve the honor. Quickly Kerri hid her assets from my probing eyes. Without a word between us, it was as if I didn't have any rights as a husband any more. I wondered if I would soon have no rights as a man. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to surprise you." Apologizing, I turned and left the room. Kerri came out a few minutes later dressed casually in a loose fitting shirt that unbuttoned midway, clearly revealed the top slopes of her ample breasts. High heels accented her long, magnificent legs and she towered on them as if she was some imperial beauty. A tiny, tight pair of shorts clung to her posterior as if glued on. All in all, she represented a powerful and sensual image. With a gulp, I realized what I was about to lose. "You can use the room now," she uttered as she left for the kitchen. Already, she seemed in charge. Wicked images flashed through my numbed brain. Pictures of my wife with the haughty Herb filled my senses and I became highly aroused. Was I going to be the slave to both my beautiful wife and her new lover, Herb? My heart beat faster and I felt a rush of masochistic lust fill my veins. Consumed by the influence of the powerful narcotic I was unable to resist the outcome of the evening. Once in the bedroom I tried to put the perverse visions out of my mind. Gazing in my closet, I wondered what to wear. Since it was a pool party, causal attire was called for. Slacks and a golf shirt would seem apt but I couldn't make myself put them on. In the back of my mind, I recalled attending Lee's pool parties. Of course, as his servant, I was never a guest. My purpose was to take care of Lee's needs. Would I find myself in the same position at Herb's house? Would I be serving everyone? Would I be wearing one of those white jackets the way I used to at Lee's parties? Even more to the point, would I soon be kissing Herb's feet and ass the way I once did Lee? A few minutes later I joined Kerri in the car. For some reason she sat in the back, making me feel as though I was her chauffeur. Naturally I held the door open for her as she slid in. The last sight I had of her gorgeous body was a luscious leg disappearing from view. Surprisingly, Kerri didn't say anything about the way I dressed. Instead of the casual outfit, I wore a white shirt and black trousers. Kerri noticed my strange outfit but didn't comment. I think my garb confirmed some notion she already had about my strange behavior. We drove silently to Herb's. As we pulled into his driveway, I gazed at the size of the place. Obviously Herb was well off. His house was ten times the size and cost of our own. In the rear view mirror, I could see that Kerri was impressed with the obvious signs of wealth. It was easy to see that money was just another area where I didn't measure up to Herb. "Listen, Rob." She seemed reluctant to use the name Rob as if she knew my nickname and thought it was more appropriate. I wondered exactly how much Herb told her last night. "I can't say I understand this compulsion you have..." My face turned red. My humiliation grew intensely, causing me to get very turned on. "I guess I've known for a long time that there was something strange about you. I mean the way you need to serve me when we get ready for parties always seemed so bizarre even though I sort of enjoy it now. And I always knew you liked me to look good for other men but I thought it was because you took pride in my appearance. I didn't realize, until Herb explained it to me, that you actually wanted someone to...take me from you. He said you need someone superior, like him, to give me to him." For a moment, she hesitated before emitting a sort of wicked chuckle. "As if you could ever do anything to stop someone like Herb from doing whatever he wanted." She stared into my eyes. My face was beet red and I looked down. "He also said you need someone strong like him to make a slave out of you. He said that's what you really want." There was almost a question in her last statement as if she was challenging me to deny Herb's claims. As my groin turned inward, I knew I would never denounce what he said. Unable to speak, I sat in the front of the car with a red face. Shame, humiliation and lust swarmed through me consuming all rational thought. Her words were revealing too much truth. "I guess," she continued, "if you need to feel this pitiful debasement so much I can play along with you." Her eyes flashed a warning. "For now. But I'm warning you. Things might not turn out the way you want." My face flushed. Excitement blazed through every cell in my body. She continued with her recital "Maybe things will turn out exactly the way you want. At this point I don't really know what you want. You're so perverted its hard to tell. But for tonight, I'll fulfill my part and play the role. Afterwards, we'll see how I feel about it. I can't promise that I will ever accept your bizarre behavior but I will see how it goes. Ok?" All I could do was nod. She let out a sigh that signified a change in our relationship. The sound was part disgust and partly a farewell to a former way of life. With no further words, she walked towards the house. Like a grateful pet, I followed behind her not sure whether I should escort her or trail behind. At the door, I stood a few steps below. My eyes were level with her gorgeous rear. The shorts clung so tightly I could see the outline of her swimsuit. She wore the thong! At one time she informed me that she would never leave the house with it on. Too revealing she said. It made her feel like a wanton slut. But she was wearing it for Herb. A stranger answered the door and we went inside. A number of people wandered around, most clad only in revealing and suggestive swimsuits. Most of the women were striking. Most of the men were hunks. I felt oddly out of place, not only dressed the way I was but also because I didn't feel that I fit in with the beautiful people. Naturally, Kerri not only fit in but also stood out among the crowd. My eyes scoured the area searching for Herb. The time had come for the fateful decision. Kerri had opened the door for me to pursue the servant angle if I wanted but I wondered how serious she really was. Once she saw me as the submissive and lowly slave, could we ever return as the happily married couple? Kerri and I spotted Herb at the same time. He was standing in the corner surrounded by admiring women, each clad in only the skimpiest of bikinis. A young man stood at his side with worship on his face and I wondered if Herb already had the position of slave filled. Strangely, I took an instant dislike for the fawning fellow. Herb saw us finally. He waited patiently for our decision, glancing first at Kerri then at me. Another fateful day popped into my mind. The first week I met Lee, Kay and I were on the way to the drive-in, knowing that she and I would soon be making out like the hormone driven teenagers that we were. Instead of pursuing my own urges, I turned around and took her to Lee, realizing that by doing taking her there, I would lose her to him. Even while acknowledging the pitiful consequences, I knew I was about to make the same sacrifice with my wife. Gently taking Kerri's arm, I steered her towards our destiny. As we approached, Herb's smirk turned into a knowing and arrogant one. The young man to his side sneered at me as Herb dismissed him. With a wave, Herb sent the others away. "Toad?" Herb asked. Kerri chuckled at the demeaning nickname. Her reaction drove a stake through my groin and cemented my decision. Instead of outrage at his swagger, I succumbed like the supplicant I was. "Yes Toad," Kerri added. "Tell Herb what you want." Her attitude was matching Herb's as she treated me with insolence and disgust. "I brought Kerri to your party," I stammered, the words sticking in my throat and the lust raging through my body. Never was I so humiliated as I was at that second. All three of us realized what I was doing. All three of us acknowledged the depravity I was lowering myself into. Despite the abasement, I was never so aroused. "Well then," Herb said. "Mission accomplished. She's here, isn't she? Is that all?" He sneered. He was relishing the moment. He wanted Kerri to witness the power he had over me and that I was his to command and order about. "Yes Toad," Kerri reiterated. "Is that all? Isn't there other things you could be doing, other things you should be doing?" With that, I departed to fulfill my position as Herb's servant. As I glanced back I saw Herb greet Kerri with a quick kiss, totally ignoring my presence. Of course, the kiss and the snub worked equally to inflame me. Herb put his arm around Kerri as he guided her outside. As they walked together, his hand wandered down her back and rested on her ass in a very possessive manner, squeezing the cheeks affectionately. The fact that he did this right in front of me was apparent to all three of us. With the one gesture, Herb clearly established everyone's position in the new hierarchy. It seemed that now, Kerri was his and I could do nothing about it. Like the idiot I was, I walked right into the party and gave her to him, disregarding the consequences. "Toad," Herb announced over his shoulder as he walked to the back to the pool. "There's a jacket in the closet. You know how to wear it. Put it on and get us some drinks. I think a couple of pina colodas would be appropriate." He smiled at the reference. It was the drink I first served him at one of Lee's parties. "Whatever you say, Herb," I answered. The words poured out of my mouth before I had a chance to think about them. Kerri giggled in contempt as I uttered the words of my total obedience. Even though she said she was leery of the game initially, she now seemed to enjoy my humiliation. As they walked she drew nearer to Herb. He leaned over and whispered into her ear causing her to laugh. I suppose he made some reference to my latest pitiful position in life. As I went about my task I wondered if they had spoken more than just the previous night. They seemed to get along so well it was as though they were long time friends. After mixing the drinks I hurried out to serve my new master and his new conquest, my wife. Around the pool were a number of other guests, one of which I knew from the office, Bob. I was shocked when I spotted him, as I very much wanted to keep the perverted relationship with Herb secret. Bob was a relatively new hire at the firm and resided at the bottom of the ladder. He was a good-looking young man but to me, he always seemed overly ambitious. Seeing the acquaintance caused me a moment of regret. With my white coat on and a tray of drinks in hand, my status was obvious. His smirk at my outfit and the fact that I was serving people made me momentarily reconsider my decision to succumb to Herb and his masterly ways. Maybe I could still get out of the precarious situation if I acted right away. A glance at my wife decided my fate for me. She had taken off her outer clothes and wore only the string bikini. Tiny bits of cloth barely covered the tips of her nipples and the brief triangle that covered her pussy left little to the imagination other than a fantasy of what lie beneath. It wasn't just her outfit that persuaded me to assume the role of a servant. Kerri squirmed into Herb's lap. His tight swimsuit clearly illustrated his reaction to the feel of her gorgeous body. As she wriggled on his mammoth tool, it seemed to grow ever larger. Even though the restrictive suit did it's best to hide the proud tool, it was obvious that he was quite a bit larger that I was in the manhood department. His smooth, muscular chest and well-developed arms made the two of them seem like a god and goddess. Although jealous, angry and ashamed, I couldn't help be in awe to the two perfect specimens. At that moment I knew I wanted nothing more that to follow Herb's lead, no matter what degraded path it took me down. The realization hit me that for years I had missed the strange and erotic behavior I exhibited around Lee. Now I had the chance to renew the perverted lust for humiliation and shame I so desired. The opportunity to humble myself was before me and it was becoming increasingly apparent that I was going to pursue it. As I approached the lovely couple, Kerri studied my response to the blatant intimate and sexual position. As a husband I should have squawked and demanded she get away from him. As Herb's lackey, I had no right to speak out against anything he wanted to do, even if it meant he was taking my wife from me. As she read the acceptance to my subjugation on my face she turned away, dismissing me as though I were nothing. Because I didn't react to the fact my nearly naked wife was sitting suggestively on a muscular man whose swimsuit barely hid his large equipment, Kerri decided to push the envelop even further. As I set the drinks on the table, Kerri, right in front of me, leaned over and kissed Herb firmly on the mouth. It was apparent their tongues fought feverishly inside their mouths and the kiss soon turned very passionate. "Rob?" My attention was diverted by the question. "I thought it was you." The man reached to shake hands but the tray I was toting prevented me from engaging. "It's me, Bob, from the office." I smiled and waited. Conversation was not appropriate for a servant. "Anyway, I see that you're busy right now." He glanced at Herb and my wife mashing like teenagers and smirked. He set his empty drink on the tray. "When you get the time, can you get me another one?" Feeling as if I had my tail between my legs, I scurried off. From the kitchen window I watched as my wife and Herb finally broke the sexy embrace and chatted with other equally impressive couples in attendance. Wow, I thought. The scene reminded me so much of Lee and Kay when they were together at the pool. With the drinks poured I wondered if I was destined to lose every woman I loved to other vastly superior men. There was no doubt that I didn't compare to either Lee or Herb, either physically, mentally or manhood-wise. In my opinion, both were vastly superior to my lowly position and deserved the women I brought them. Never did it seem more appropriate that I was born to serve masters like them. My gaze wandered over to Bob. At work he was an underachiever. He felt he deserved promotions and large pay increases without having to work for them. He was watching me and I hurried to get him his drink.