1 comments/ 37943 views/ 8 favorites Lawyer to Slave By: sammy_u He stared at the docket with trepidation. It was another of the legacies left by his erstwhile partner. He enjoyed the additional work but somehow he just could not vibe with her clients. What disturbed him more was the conversation he just had with Sarah.R over the telephone. He remembered her vividly and was reminded that he obviously lusted after her. He had often seen her with his partner and had been attracted to her from day one. She carried herself with grace and always wore a Sari ; invariably of bright color. She was tall for a lady, about 6 foot and had a well proportioned body. She always wore high heels and walked with a straight back. Her breasts jutted through the silky sari and her low-back blouse left nothing to imagination, revealing strong shoulder muscles and a straight spine almost resting in a recess. Her haughtiness was evident from her face and the general feeling she gave was of a strong mind in a strong body. The large spectacles and the big round bindi on the forehead spoke of an attitude not susceptible to normal social norms. He liked her for he was of the same ilk, aggressive and bold. He wondered why it was said that the opposites attract. The only difference was in appearance, though not short she was taller at 6 to his 5' 8". What disturbed him was the wordy duel he had with her just now on the telephone. She wanted him to do her divorce and claimed to have paid the firm money in advance. He did not seem to have seen any of it. But it was not as much the monetary aspect that needled him as her overbearing manner. He had the standing to say no to any client but this was one he did not want to say no to though he had little experience in divorce courts. That was a Catch22 situation. He was provoked by her manner but wanted to see more of her and was worried whether she'll take his advice and go away. Anyway they were to meet in the evening. However much he tried he could not dismiss her from his mind. Even in Court he was distracted. By 4'o clock he was at the office and being a Friday there was none at the Office. At 4.30 he heard the unmistakable click of high heels and she opened the door. Instinctively he got up, but caught himself halfway and collapsed back on his seat. He gawked at her tall frame clad as always in a silk sari and today in a sleeveless blouse. "Sammy!" she exclaimed as she removed her goggles. Though he wanted to protest against the familiarity, he gulped the protest down and stared at her exposed under arms. She proffered a card and he took it with shaking hands. He just couldn't understand his behavior but gritted his teeth and read the card. She was a Journalist, which he knew, but now has moved into a national news paper. He gathered his thoughts and looked at her; still standing looking down at him. "Please take your seat." He managed to say without a tremor. She fell into the chair and crossed her legs. "I know your partner called you Sammy. We were good friends more than the client relationship. Then she married and moved out." "But..." he started, she interrupted and said," Let me first apologize for what I said over the telephone. I want you to represent me because Sheila had a lot of confidence in you and that is what I need now." "But, I have little experience in divorce and not being a family man, I may not be able to understand your problems." He said hoping she will not take his advice. "Leave that to me. I can make you understand and I believe I am in good hands. The trial starts next Monday and you are familiar with the file." He agreed reluctantly and opened the file. He read through the file for half an hour as she waited patiently. The brief made out an excellent case of cruelty but he could not believe that a woman like her would suffer it for more than 10 years. He looked up and asked her, "Is all this true?" "No!" she answered with a smile. "Will you be able to stand by your story?" "Do you doubt it?" she asked and he again became unnerved. "Why do you want to split?" he asked. "Well he's pathetic! I suffered him for 10 long years. He's successful financially but so am I. I like aggressive men and he's so submissive." He jerked his head up and saw a naughty smile on her face. "He is so afraid of me but he also is afraid of his mother. I am sick of fighting with his mother and the fight is not worth it, because he's not good enough." He was confused but looked away from her and immersed himself in the brief. "You are aggressive, I have seen you in court," she made a statement and he returned with, "So you like me?" almost mockingly. She fell silent and looked hard at him. The mockery in his eyes disappeared and as he gazed into her eyes he wondered whether he had overstepped his limits. She continued staring and he felt a fear grip him. As if in a dream he heard her ask, "Can I use the toilet?" to which he silently nodded. She walked out and he breathed out in relief. Gazing through the brief without concentrating he wondered at her change in manner. Hearing her walk back, he looked up to see her opening the door and pausing there with her outstretched hand keeping the door ajar and staring purposefully at him. "Well that would depend on whether you really want me to like you and the pains you are ready to take." He gulped and stared at her. She stood there for a moment and came in and slowly resumed her seat. "I think the flush is not working, would you please see to it?" He got up quietly and went past her and opened the cabin door. Turning around he saw a playful smile on her lips. Walking to the toilet he wondered why he was doing it. Surely he was trying to get ahead with her and he felt an urge to please her. Entering the small toilet her smells hit him and he tried the flush which worked at the first attempt. Was she lying or was it deliberate, he wondered. Pausing a moment he suddenly saw her towel on the rack . He extended a trembling hand; took it and slowly brought it to his nose. It had a womanly smell with a soft perfume and it filled his head. Remembering that she was sitting in his cabin he placed the towel back and hurried out. He re-entered his cabin to see her sitting there still smiling and the left leg crossed over her right. "It took some time, did it not?" he jerked his head up to see a mocking smile on her face. Nodding rapidly he sat down feeling ashamed. Just as he was about to sit down he heard her exclaim,"Ohh...where did I keep the hand kerchief." "It's in the toilet," he heard himself say as he rushed back to retrieve it. He opened the cabin door and proffered it to her. She sat there with her legs crossed and staring at him as he felt his hands tremble. Extending her hand, she slowly took the towel out of his with her nails grazing his palm. "I will stick by the story and now that you are taking the brief you may prepare it thoroughly by tomorrow. I'll be here by 11'o clock." He was still standing and nodded as she got up. "Behave yourself." She said as she walked out. He was a bundle of nerves as he collapsed in his chair and sat there with his face buried in his palms, wondering at her last comment. He looked up as the cabin door opened again and saw her standing there. He slowly rose from his chair as she gestured him to sit and said, "You know I think I want you to make me like you." She went away as fast as she came and he sat there confused for a few moments. Looking at the file before him; the words Sarah.R Vs R glared at him. Accepting the brief had been automatic without his saying so and this was not going like any client-lawyer relationship he was accustomed to. But he knew that he must look the case up and he immersed himself in the file. Time flew as always when he was immersed in work and he could see himself cross examining R. He had to see him and know what type of a person he was. She could tell him that. He heard the telephone ring and jerked it out of the cradle and barked a "Hello" into it. "Don't tell me you are still studying my file," he heard her say and looked at the clock to see that it was past 9'o clock. "Yes," he said 'I would like to know what type of a person R is." "Pathetic, as I told you. He was at my beck and call and he says he can't live without me. But I have had enough of the slop. He's only a momma's boy, wanting to remain that." "But how is he as an individual in the outside world." "Meek. But very sharp with finances and he has made real bucks; a chunk of which I hope you will get for me. Well talk about it tomorrow and being the client, will buy you lunch tomorrow. Till then adios and behave yourself." He heard the click and felt frustrated and angry at the way she was treating him. He closed the office and went home. He woke up in the night and felt a hard on. He just could not drive her away from his mind. The picture that was etched in his mind was her sitting cross legged and himself on his feet with his trembling hands proffering her the towel. He had this urge to please her but was surprised at his submissiveness to her. His hands moved up and down and he slowly got up and went to the toilet. He reached a shuddering climax and came back and collapsed on his bed. Work was always good in the wee hours of morning and he was in the office early. By the time his staff came he had gone over Sarah.R.Vs R once more and he was thorough with every word in the brief, He rolled the facts over in his mind and went over and over the questions for cross examination. After breakfast he was neck deep in other work and at 1, he waited for her, having cleared the table over of all other work. With mounting anticipation and anxiety he waited for her, eventually a bundle of nerves when she walked in at 11.30. This time he pulled the chair for her and as she sat down he breathed in her new smells and circled her to his seat and sat as she nodded. He felt funny but enjoyed the sensations and was glad that she obviously enjoyed the attention. "You behaved yourself?" At one stroke he was perplexed and felt like putty in her hands. "Lets get down to business," she said and some how he felt she was in charge. He turned to the files and after a brief review told her that he was more concerned with her cross examination. The lawyer's helplessness comes out when his client is examined by the other counsel. The only way to get over it at least partially is to grill your own before they take the stand. "Go ahead," she said. He apologized in advance for any unpleasantness all the time wondering about his submissiveness to her. Being a weekend his staff and associates started pouring out by 12.00 and as they were into the thick of the questioning all had left. He saw her turn purple as he became more personal and his attack became scathing. But she stood her ground and he was at his aggressive best. He probed her from all angles and they were exhausted after an hour of questioning. Beads of sweat broke out on her brows and he imagined he saw a softening of her features. Watching her get up purposefully, him felt a pang of sympathy for her. "Thinking about it upsets me and you were really good", she said as she moved to the toilet. Waiting with bated breath he quizzed himself on what will happen. It was some time when she came back and sat across him again crossing her legs. Not surprisingly she exclaimed and blamed her memory and he got up dutifully moving to the toilet. The first thing that struck him was the panties hanging on the towel rack. His knees went jelly and as if in a trance he extended his trembling hand to feel the soft material, which was wet with her sweat. He withdrew his hand in shock and flushed the toilet before hurrying back. This time her expression was not mocking but searching and he felt himself blush as he tried to avoid her gaze. "Shall we go to lunch?" she quipped and he nodded agreement. Lunch was peaceful and unwittingly he found himself opening out to her as did she about her life. Her brazen comments about his aggressiveness left him flattered and he felt more comfortable in her presence. She paid the bill and they walked back to his office and her closeness again excited him. But she left him without returning to his office and he watched her open her bag to pull out leather gloves, which she wore before leaving on her two-wheeler. Like a flash he remembered her panties and raced up the stairs. With trembling hands he unlocked the office and ran to the toilet. Again with trembling hands he slowly took her panties and felt the soft texture. Quite unwittingly he raised it to his face and inhaled the smells. It was intoxicating. Opening them out he held it out at arms length and watched it where it covered her bottom and turned it around to see the crotch. Staring hard at it he brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply. Turning it inside out he pressed her wetness to his nose and his other hand went down to his zip opening it and taking out his cock over the boxers. Closing his eyes he inhaled deeply stroking his cock at the same time. Hearing someone clearing the throat he jumped and turned around dropping the panties on the floor and his pants rolled down to his legs. She was standing there hands akimbo with a stern look on her face. He turned beet-root red and saw her gesturing to the floor. He hastily picked up the panties and bend over to pull up his pants. "Don't!" her shout struck him like a whiplash. "Pull your boxer down and caress it for me," he heard her say and was not too sure about his feelings. Obeying her nevertheless he bend his head down in shame. "Would you like to smell them again?" She was nonchalant and stood outside the toilet watching him stroking his cock to slow erection. He shook his head in the negative. In a flash sheraised her hand and struck him on his right cheek. He blushed but was helpless. "Smell it and stroke." He brought the panties back to his face and breathed in. "Now stroke it to erection." He vainly tried and saw her turning back, saying "Come into the cabin." He heard the familiar click of her heels and wondered how he missed it when she came in. Draping the panties over the rack he pulled up his pants and straightened his tie before following her. Seeing the office door locked he deduced that she had pussy footed in, quite sure of catching him in the act. She sat in his seat and he was unnerved. But he was in no position to protest. She had turned the chair sideways allowing him space to stand before her. Sitting cross legged with her gloved palms resting on her knee she ordered him before her. Positioning himself he bowed his head down in shame, again, raising it to look at her when she tugged on his tie. "Are you ready to make me like you?" He was confused but nodded nevertheless. "The first rule would be unconditional obedience and did I ask you to zip yourself up?" He stared at her incredulously. "Where did your tongue vanish? Go get the panties." Turning on his heels he heard her say, "But, undress first." He stared at her incredulously and saw a firm expression creep on her face. "If you want to continue you will have to obey me, if not you can say so and I will walk out of your life. So much for your desire to make me like you." He neither was sure he wanted to continue nor was he prepared for the other prospect. Getting up she came closer and took his tie and tugging hard brought his face close to hers. The closeness and her smells sealed the deal and he felt his hands groping for his buttons. She had a wicked smile on her face as she went back to his chair. Watching him closely she let her sari plait fall revealing her gorgeous breasts. When he was in his undergarments she gestured and he obediently strode to the bathroom. Alone and out of her presence he wondered for a moment but her last gesture was welcome and he was heady with desire. He also felt a light headedness having got out of his aggressive self. He returned with her panties and positioned himself before her. He was in his undergarments and stood in front of her with his head hung but stealing glances at her breasts. Her saree plait still lay on her lap and consciously she raised her hands twining her fingers behind her head and resting her head on her palms, exposing her shaved armpits to him. It was so erotic and he never thought a look at the armpits of a woman would stimulate him. It was smooth and it looked so inviting that he wanted to kiss them. "If you accept the deal kneel before me and surrender yourself to me." Feeling helpless but aroused and wanting to know where this leads he slowly knelt down before her. She smiled triumphantly and brought her hands down to rest on her knees. She sat there like a queen and he knelt before her. "Kiss my feet and beg to smell my panties." Bending down he saw her finely manicured toes sticking out of the slight opening of her high heeled shoes and kissed them. He alternated with both feet and begged to smell her panties. "You will address me as Mistress Sarah." "Yes Mistress Sarah," he intoned. "Smell them," she commanded, and he raised her panties to his face. She calmly extended her gloved hand and rubbed his cock and he shuddered. "Remove your boxers," she hissed and he rolled them down without a second thought. His cock sprang out and he felt ashamed that he was nude and kneeling before a fully clothed woman. "Now smell and stroke for me." She was slowly taking control and he was more than willing. "Stop!" she exclaimed and he released his cock. Bending over she took his cock in her gloved hands and he was peering down her cleavage. "Look at me," she said and he raised his eyes to her face. Her hands traced the length of his cock and then went to his balls first caressing them and then suddenly catching them in a firm grip and the pleasure in his face turned to alarm. A slow wicked smile creased her face as her features hardened and her hand tightened. Alarm gave way to naked fear and he knew that she relished it. She enjoyed the look in his face and felt a rush of blood to have broken an aggressive man. "Mister I literally have you by your balls and I want you to remain so." He nodded and he felt his balls being released and her gloved hand slapped him. The leather singed him but he was further aroused and hung his head in shame. " You should know when to answer me and what you get from me will depend on how well you know my wishes." "Yes Mistress Sarah!" "Stroke it again for me," she said and he willingly complied. He felt helpless and utterly in her charge. When he stroked it was so pleasurable but he wanted her. He wanted to hold her and bury himself in her. "I know what you want but you should first prove yourself worthy." It was as if she could read his mind. "From today you belong to me sexually, but only as long as you are aggressive. Your submission is heady for me because you are aggressive and only as long as you remain so. I like to break an aggressive man and enjoy the feeling that he grovels in my service." "Yes Mistress Sarah," he intoned. "You can start with my legs. They love to be taken care of." Raising her right leg she crossed it over her left leg and extended the heel clad foot to his face and pressed it to his lips. Pressing her heel to his lips first she brushed her shoe all over his cheeks. He could smell the leather and suddenly he had the urge to hold her feet in his hands. "Remove them." Removing both her shoes he reverently put them down and gazed at her for her command. "Kiss my feet and massage them." He took her right foot in his hands and admired them. She had well manicured nails with a bright violet polish. He slowly massaged her heels and then her instep; kissing her feet occasionally. When he looked up he saw her relaxing with her eyes closed. Continuing his task he wondered what he was getting into but the feel of her soft flesh and the way he had submitted to this woman lightened his head. A feeling of weightlessness engulfed him as he obediently shifted to the left foot. After a few minutes when he looked up she was watching him intently. He dropped his eyes. Lawyer to Slave Ch. 02 I waited with bated breath on my knees looking at each of the doors leading into the living room. There were three. Since I knew nothing about the topography my eyes darted from one door to the other and my ears strained to pick up any sound indicating HER presence. The silence crept over me and I started wondering. My nose perked up at the soft smell of incense. I lost count of time and suddenly I heard the click of the front door. As the door opened a draft of cool air hit my back and goose bumps sprouted on my neck. My senses perked up as I heard the door close. I did not turn around but my heart pounded away and I wondered what I got myself into. I felt a hand press on my head and I turned my eyes down afraid to look up. I discerned the smell of a soft perfume and the sweat of a work out as the palm grabbed my hair and roughly pulled my head down forcing me to gaze up into Sarah's face. She had on a track suit now wet with her sweat and her face was covered with beads of perspiration. I felt a lump rise in my throat and so did the desire. "Did I not ask you to be undressed?" she spat the words out. I nodded as she freed my head and walked to the sofa in front of her. I watched her taut but ample behind. She sat across from me and deliberately crossed her legs; crooking a finger at me to approach. Getting up never crossed my mind and I went to her on my knees. The experience of the last week helped and it was less painful. Her index finger pointed down and I bend over to kiss her Reebok. "Now undress," she said and I obediently complied. For a week I had been in this room on my knees when she went about her work in the evenings. I saw her only when she used the living room and was not welcomed elsewhere in the house. Even when she read or ate or drank in the room I remained on my knees and she deliberately ignored me. After a time when she commanded I was to crawl to her on my knees and kiss her feet and thank her before leaving the house. She also handed over her used panties for me to wash and return pressed the next day. They being silk and soft cotton I was instructed to hand wash them and press them only under a cloth. This had been repeated in the evenings of the past week and I left with an empty feeling which remained with me in the night and the previous day. At home I enjoyed the panties but could not take them to bed since it had to be dry the next day. Yesterday I heard her ask me to come in the morning and be undressed. But I had not taken it literally. I removed my shirt and then rolled down my pants looking at her for permission to get up. She suddenly got up and went inside the apartment. I heard her move inside and saw her emerging with her hands held behind. I could make out that she was carrying something. She advanced with slow but deliberate steps as a cat would on its prey. Just a week back we were Lawyer and client and I was in control. My indiscretion led me to this role, but I was not complaining. I should have looked ridiculous with my pants falling down to my knees and clad only in briefs. I could feel the blood rising to my face as I held down my head in shame. Then I felt the cane on my chin lifting my face up and when I looked back at her face she had a wicked smile. "Did I ask you to look down? When I am in your presence never take your eyes off me and as we go along I expect you to anticipate my needs." I nodded. "And no nodding, answer me with 'Yes, Mistress'." "Yes Mistress," I intoned. "Now, to the matter of discipline. I asked you to remain NUDE and on your knees in the room and you can't follow a simple order. If you don't trust me then there can be no progress. You will raise your left hand first." I raised it and I felt like a school boy. She prodded my palm up with the cane to my shoulder level and stared at me. I could hear my heart pounding and her face tightened as she raised the cane and brought it down in a single motion on my palm. It singed my hand and involuntarily my hands moved to between my thighs. "Now the right," she commanded and I did just that. When she again stared at me I somehow felt aroused and she was also excited. But somehow she did not repeat and gently patted the cane on my bottom and said, "Now remove your pants and go to the bedroom and kneel by the mirror.." I got up and moved to the room indicated by her and heard her say from behind,"Keep the brief on." My heart fluttered as I entered the bedroom, the private confine of hers. It was a neatly kept room with a laundry basket half full in the corner. What caught my eye was the full length mirror facing the double-cot bed. I had kept my pants in the living room and I went down on my knees and waited for her. I saw her entering through the mirror brandishing the cane and again her feline gait made my heart flutter. She stood behind me and patted my butt with the cane and said, "Pull it down and bare your bottom for me." I noticed the emphasis on the last word and complied intoning: "Yes Mistress." "Look at me," she hissed and when my eyes met her reflection in the mirror, I saw the raw desire in her eyes. Her right hand moved up and the cane came down on my butt as I flinched. My cock was rock hard and I tightened my ass muscles. "Have you studied my brief well?" she casually asked me. "Yes Mistress." She repeated with the cane on my butt and now I felt it singing. "Are you ready to serve me?" "Yes Mistress" I saw her hand rise and I slackened the butt muscles. This was a trick I learned in School and suddenly remembered. Drawing your muscles only makes it hurt more. The cane swished and fell on my flesh. "You understand that your position will be of a slave and whatever you do will be for my pleasure." It was a statement and I repeated my consent. She threw away the cane. I saw her approach me and she touched the welts on my bum and again hissed into my ears, "You liked that?" "Yes Mistress", I panted and said "Thank you," as I closed my eyes to better absorb the pain. Her nearness excited me and her womanly smells enthralled me and the singing pain on my ass and palm accentuated my desires. I longed to hug her and be hugged but somehow I knew that it was not going to be so. My desire, I knew was to take second place and my urge to serve her increased. I looked at her through the mirror rummaging in the laundry bag. She came up with a red dress and threw it at me. As it descended on my head I could discern the strong smell of the used dress with a slightly stale tang of sweat and perfume. "Wear it," she commanded and I drew her red polo T-shirt over my head and reveled in the fact that I was wearing her worn dress. I shuddered in the sleeveless dress as she approached me with her hands extended. It had a used panty and biker's shorts. "Smell the crotch, before you wear it," she muttered. On my knees I first brought the crotch of the panties to my nose and inhaled deeply. She watched me with a bemused expression as I next smelt the knickers. I was reminded of the time I was caught smelling her panties; which resulted in my humiliation and eventual submission to her. "Now for this privilege, get up and get dressed and do the house. You will get the mop in the kitchen and take care to clean the toilets well." She walked out and I slipped into her apparel and again shuddered. I felt my cock growing and I slowly moved out. In the living room I saw her reclining in an easy-chair with the newspaper. I turned in search of the kitchen and heard her say,"The kitchen is on your left and you might as well make me a coffee and then remove my shoes for me." As I made coffee I wondered at the situation not a bit regretting it but alarmed at my yearning to please her. I knew not what lay in store for me. But I was willing to go blindly to satisfy her and wondered what would satisfy me. The boiling milk brought me out of my reverie. I knew by instinct that she would like the coffee strong but with little sugar. Taking the boiling coffee I went back to her and proffered her the steaming cup. She looked up and I saw the flash of displeasure in her eyes. "You are never to be on your feet by me. The best sign of subjugation is to be on your knees, ALWAYS before your Mistress. And I won't tell you twice." I sank to my knees, without spilling the coffee and proffered it to her with my head sunk and my face red with shame. So much for the furious man I was and I knew she was constantly testing me and bending me backwards. She had also indicated that I was to remain as I was; aggressive and furious to the world at large but to her alone subservient. Her divorce was coming up next week and he was a sissy. She said she had no delight in dominating sissies. Her slaves had to be aggressive and go getters in life. After the first day whenever she came to my office I had to kiss her feet on my knees before getting down to business. After discussions she invited me to smell her armpits or her pussy. But nothing happened beyond that. "Look at me," I heard her say while taking the coffee from me. She took a loud sip all the time watching me, rather staring at me and I felt aroused. "Sit at my feet and remove my shoes." I sat cross-legged at her feet and she crossed her legs putting her right foot near my face. As I gazed at her, the shoe approached my lips and instinctively I leaned out to kiss it. She brushed the shoe on my cheeks and I purred with joy. Reaching up I undid the lace and slowly, with care removed the shoe. Freeing the hot and sweaty foot, I kissed her thumb and inhaled the smell, which filled me with desire and passion. Reverently I took hold of her feet and massaged them. I heard her contended sigh and saw her taking up the news paper. I continued massaging with one hand and removed the lace on the other. But she retained her posture and I knew I was to continue. The next five minutes I alternated with massage and raining kisses on her feet. When she unwound her leg and placed it on my lap I repeated with her right foot. I especially enjoyed taking the foot out of the shoe and kissing the socks clad feet. I continued massaging her feet as she went through the news paper. I massaged her feet through the wet sweaty socks. "Remove the socks," she commanded and my heart fluttered. I moved my hands under her track suit and felt the smooth texture of her skin encasing strong muscles. Rolling down the socks I thrilled at her soft but firm legs. Her foot emerged from the confines and each finger had a peculiar quality about them. It was as if each had a face gazing at me. I leaned over to kiss them. The feet had turned pink with my massage. "Clean them," she commanded as she pressed her thumb against my lips pursing them open. I sucked it in and gazed up at her face. She had a smile on her face half mocking and half contended. I knew I was spiraling down into her web as she made me serve her every need and I yearned for her so much that I wanted to be her slave, willingly. I never knew I had this phase in my character and I wondered as each of her toes slithered into my mouth. I bathed her feet enjoying the soft texture and the salty taste. The degradation of sucking her feet made me ashamed but at the same time aroused. "Wipe them with the towel in the bathroom and bring me my slippers." Entering another of her secret premise I opened the bathroom, with shaking hands. It was a big one with womanly things arranged in the shelf and again a full length mirror. I looked at myself clad in her clothes and felt a shiver go down my spine. I had not got used to the new *me* she discovered for me. A towel hung from the rack and I immersed it in water and wrung it to just retain enough water to clean her feet. In the bedroom I found her well worn flat slippers and instinctively knelt and bend over to kiss them before taking them up. When I walked back in she was reclining with one hand caressing her breasts and the other rubbing her crotch. She was obviously aroused and I would have willingly complied with any wish of hers. But that was not to be. Her intention was to bring both of us to a peak of arousal. She continued her ministrations to herself, as I softly wiped my saliva of her feet. Then I slipped the slippers on to her feet. I bowed and kissed her feet as she patted my head. The one contact made me shudder and I reveled in her unexpected show of affection. "Now get on with your work." I scrambled up and she slapped me on my butt as I turned to go. Her every contact made me breathless and I felt a lump inside my chest and I yearned more and more of it. "You may vacuum the house first and then the laundry and bathrooms. You know my undergarments are to be hand washed and you better be careful with them." " Incidentally did you bring my present." My face turned red as I slowly picked up the small presentation package tied with lace and handed her the present of seven panties and brassiere. I blushed more on being reminded of the humiliation in carefully choosing 7 different colored under garments and having them packed in a presentation package. The girl at the counter had looked at me with a naughty smile. I just couldn't look at her and my embarrassment was evident. By the time I got out of the shop I was red and blushing. All the same I was aroused and as I thought of Mistress Sarah and her command, I was more aroused. She reclined back with the newspaper as I hurried in to the dining room where I had seen the vacuum cleaner. I was exhausted when I finished after about an hour and a half as I had to do the rooms and the curtains. She came in occasionally to supervise and I was made to kneel each time she walked in the room and kiss her feet in worship. She also made me kiss her on her ample but firm buttocks, her thighs and once her G-spot over the jersey. Each contact evoked in me a wild desire and her elusive forays drove me mad. This made me want to please her more and I was entangled in her web of dominance and I felt myself submitting more to her and she was using me like a toy. It was evident that her pleasure was more in her mind but I was physically and mentally tired with yearning after every brief forays of submission she visited upon me. Laundry was next but also the best since I reverently took up each fabric and smelled it before putting it into the machine. I absorbed the smell of her bottom, crotch, back, thighs, pits, neck and I was in frenzy by the time I finished. I piled the undergarments, her panties and bra on the floor to hand wash them. Just as I switched on the machine, I heard her call me and I rushed to the bedroom. She was standing with arms akimbo in the center of the room. "Get nude and on your knees," she commanded. It was all I could do to get out of mine; rather her clothes and kneel before her. "I want to use the toilet, remove my panties." I looked at her face which turned stern. I raised my trembling hands to first remove her track suit and then her panties. I saw a bush covered pussy and felt ashamed and aroused. "Smell it'" She intoned and I brought my nose to her pussy. Her hairs irritated my nose but I poked in and inhaled. A tangy smell of sweat and juices hit me. I was kneeling before her smelling her pussy, at her command and I could feel myself getting more entangled with dominance. She was obviously aroused and I had felt the wetness of her panties. She walked back without notice leaving me confused. She entered the bathroom gesturing to me and sat on the toilet seat. I walked in and went on my knees before her. I heard the rush of liquid and gawked at her peeing. I stole a glance at her face and saw her with closed eyes. Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked at me. Her eyes bore holes in me as I watched her pee. When it reduced to a dribble, she said,"Clean me." My hands trembled to the paper roll and mechanically tore a handful. I could feel the blood rush; in arousal or in shame, I wondered? I cleaned her pussy and when it was done I held my head down, my shoulders sagging, and my right hand clenching the semi-wet toilet paper. "Look at me," I heard her command. I looked at her face and could feel her arousal... "Now smell it," still sitting on the toilet seat, she said. Blood rushed into my face as I raised my hand and brought the toilet --paper to my nose. I never thought of disobeying or did I want it? She suddenly caught my cock and it twitched to further arousal in her hands. I inhaled deeply as she pleasured my cock. I felt the pain as she tweaked my right nipple with her left hand. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure and humiliation and it stopped abruptly with her getting up. Her pussy was inches from my face and I looked up at her with yearning. But she turned and tarried for a moment. I intoned, "Thank you Mistress." Washing my hands I followed her out and helped her with the panties and the track suit. Again I was made to dress in her clothes. "Come," she said and I followed her. The next half-an-hour was spent in the kitchen, with her cooking and me in assistance. The lessons she gave me made it evident that soon I will be expected to do the cooking. The kitchen was hot and both of us were sweating. When the break fast was ready, I was asked to carry it to the dining room while she slipped away. I waited at the table not daring to sit and was wise enough to ready only one place. She returned, her face washed and as soon as she entered I sank to my knees. She sat on the chair and crossed her legs. Crooking her finger to approach she pointed down to her feet and I obediently sat there and took to massaging her feet. When she finished she asked me to eat in the kitchen and then join her in the bedroom after doing the dishes. I ate in the kitchen and wondered about the change the past few days brought to my life. I was normal and frustrated until she discovered my kink. That was the chink in the armour and I was happier for the discovery. The frustrations however had changed and always it was for her. It was a mixture of yearning and desperation. After food I did the dishes and remained in the kitchen wondering whether to finish the laundry. I was apprehensive because I did not want to displease her by doing something without her command. When I entered the drawing room I saw her reading the news paper and immediately went on my knees and asked her, "Can I finish the laundry?" She ignored me and after five minutes looked up and said, "After you do me first. " She got up and walked into the bedroom, and turned gesturing me to follow. I got up and followed her. Entering the room she asked me to undress her. With shivering hands I took off her top and she lifted her hands, revealing a slight bushy pits. "You want to smell?" she asked. I nodded in embarrassment. "Smell the dress first'" she said and I did just that as she watched me with a mocking smile. The sweat had dried but the smell was heavenly. Then I removed her pants and she was now in just her panties and brassiere. She went to the ottoman and sat there crossing her legs. Opening the draw she took out a razor and handed it to me. Taking the razor I went to the bathroom and rinsed it. Searching in the shelves I took out a tube of shaving soap and half filled a cup. Seeing me come She lifted her left hand and turned her face into her pits. She obviously liked her smells. "Come smell it and wet it with your tongue first." I placed the things I carried on the floor and knelt by her. I pushed my nose into her bush and inhaled deeply. The tangy smell entered my nostrils and then my whole being. I started licking her pits and slurping at the hairs. When it was fairly wet I rinsed it with water and soap and shaved off the hairs. This was repeated at her right arm too and I saw her nipples growing taut inside the brassiere. Lawyer to Slave Ch. 02 "Now my crotch." I slid down the panties as she adjusted herself in the ottoman. "Smell it," she commanded. I was past any hesitance and I raised the panties to my nose and inhaled. Seeing me close my eyes she commanded, "Keep your eyes open and look at me." She had the same mocking smile as she spread her legs to reveal a bushy twat. I stared at her and pushed the panties into my nose I was smelling the crotch of her panties which was slightly wet and staring at her sitting cross legged on the ottoman. I couldn't resist the urge and my free hand went to my crotch to caress it. I saw her hand coming in a flash and slap me on my cheek. "Don't touch it; I own it and you better learn to leave it alone unless you want me to cage it." The pain and the humiliation made me want to cry, but I held back. I was desperate to touch myself since the whole experience was giving me a high. "Open it and lick the crotch of the panties." I did just that hoping to get the real one. She crooked her fingers and I moved near on my knees. She just slapped me on the other cheek , but not very painfully and pushed my head down. I went on all fours and plunged my tongue into it. Her hot smells hit me and I slowly started doing her lips. When my tongue snaked in, I heard her moan. "Slowly bitch, I want it to last , leave the clit now and fuck me with your tongue. She moved on the ottoman and I rested my chin on it and drove deep into her pussy. I kept moving my tongue and before long it was aching and so was my jaws, which was dripping with my saliva. After about five minutes I heard her grunt and push me away. "Now shave the bush off." I first wet her hair with my tongue and then rinsed it with soap. As I started shaving she relaxed. "You are going to come in every Sunday and do the household chores and pleasure me as I want it. I may also call you any day of the week. Except your work nothing is to stand between us, Eventually I may think of allowing you to move in here but that will depend on how you behave hereafter. You are my slave and what I do to you need not always be with a reason. I like slapping my slaves and that's all the reason for you. Understand that it's me who is important. Your pleasures will be decided by me." I had a fairly well shaved pussy before me and after rinsing the soap off she looked down and looked at me with appreciation. "Check whether there are any stray hairs, I mean with your tongue." I licked around her shaved pussy and between her legs and when I again approached her lips, she asked me to wait and took hold of my hair and pulled my head up. She pulled me closer and fed me her right nipple which I gladly took in over the brassiere. "Lick the brassiere wet." Sweat had dried on the nylon brassiere and it gave a sharp smell salty and sweet. I gobbled it in and wet the right cup first and then the left one. She carefully removed her brassiere and as it fell down I eagerly pursed my lips on her left nipple. She made me suck each nipple for five minutes and then got up. I could see from her face that she was nearing release. She moved to the bed and I followed. She sat down on the edge and watched me crawl to her. Again a slap on the cheek and she pushed me between her legs. I straight away went to her clit and she moaned. I vigorously tongued and licked her and as her moans rose, I detected a strange smell emanating from within. I knew she was near it and I felt her hand pressing my head in leaving little room for me to move even my tongue. She humped against my face and I felt liquid ooze on to my nose. "Now you can finish the laundry," she said and I raised myself from the floor. I went to the loo and washed my face. As I came out she was in a kimono and was putting on some music. While going out of the bedroom, I heard her say," No touching or feeling and get me the news paper." When I came back she was lying back in the bed reclining on the pillows set on the head board. I knelt and handed her the papers. Taking the proferred sheets she said, "Just massage my legs." I set to it as she read the news paper . After about ten minutes she set down the papers and asked me to leave her and close the door as I left. I wondered when I was getting my release as I set to the task of washing her panties and brassiere including the ones she discarded just now. Having put them to dry I waited for her to call me. I felt silly waiting in the drawing room and suddenly spotted the shoe-rack. I was amazed at the array of foot-wear and I slowly approached it. There were about 9 pairs and I picked one and opened the shelf. Reaching in I took out a brush and cleaned the shoe I held in my hand. As my hand went inside I could feel a dampness and I lovingly caressed it on my cheek. I went about cleaning each of them. They were in various colors and hues all having heels either flat or pointed. I kept the best for the last. It was a black shoe with an opening at the toe and a sharp heel. I heard the bedroom door open and looked up to see her coming out in the kimono. She had a rested look on her face and as she watched me clean the shoes an appreciative smile lit her face. "Let me see you suck the heel," she said and I hesitated only a moment before I sucked it in. I would have looked ridiculous because she laughed out aloud and went into the kitchen. I followed her and the next hour was spent making lunch. She constantly used me as a mop as she dried her hands on my dress, rather her polo. Both of us were sweating and just before finishing she asked me to go to the bedroom and undress and kneel in front of the bed. I remained there watching myself for about 10 minutes when she entered. She ignored me and put on a soft music and rummaged here and there. She approached me after some time and gestured to remove her kimono. As I removed it she was nude and she gestured me to follow her. Inside the bath room she handed me a bottle of oil and sat down on the low stool. I applied it on her and she too casually rubbed me over when I was in a convenient position. I was getting aroused as both of us bathed in oil. She tweaked my nipples at times playfully slapped my bottom. Once she asked me to be on all fours and slapped my ass red. When she caught my hardness I started. She asked me to get up and she positioned me between her legs. Her head was level with my hips as she started stroking me. "Don't come till I permit you and ask me to stop if you feel that you are coming." I nodded and she seemed to have ignored the transgression of not having spoken out. She slapped me on the butt and asked me to get the glouse in the shelf. I brought the surgical glouse to her. She kept one aside and put one on her left hand. She tried a slap on my ass and asked me to oil it. I oiled the glouse over her hands; she then brought her fingers to my lips and asked me to suck them. I did each and then she turned me and began caressing my ass as he continued to stroke. When I looked at her she knew I was on the verge and released my hardness after painfully slapping my bottom. The pain took over and she continued caressing before again resuming the strokes. She repeated it many times and my balls were aching. Then suddenly one of her fingers explored my bud and it slowly went in as I grunted in pain. I looked askance at her as she resumed the stroking while her finger furiously fucked my ass. The sensation was mind blowing and she brought me to the verge many a time before stopping it. My face was a sea of emotions- guilt, pain, pleasure, pleading desperate and what not. Once more I turned to her with a pleading face, but she did not stop the stroking. As relief appeared on my face she released my member and just fucked my ass,. My hardness spurted sperm as if it had a life of its own. I was relieved but at the same time felt an emptiness since my hardness was not engulfed by anything at the time of orgasm. It left something short and as I looked at her I knew she wanted it that way. The silken goddess rose from her stool and deliberately raised one feet and placed it on the stool. I knew what she wanted and immediately knelt down on the floor and moved between her legs. As I looked up she was tying her hair in a bun and placing her hands akimbo invited me to lick her. I craned my neck to reach her pussy and started slow licks on her. "That is better. Now you are spent, you are in no hurry and let your desires not hinder your need to serve and pleasure me..." Lawyer to Slave "Suck my toes." He flicked his tongue out and lightly let it be scraped by her sharp nail. Then he swallowed it taking care not to hurt her and himself as the nail disappeared into his mouth. He gazed into her eyes and saw a triumph there. When he had finished both the toes she gestured him to come closer. Her jutting breasts mocked him and he felt like caressing them. "Kiss them," she commanded and he immediately lifted both hands but was stopped by her slap to his left cheek. "No hands, just kiss them through my blouse and don't wet my blouse." Bringing his flushed face to her breasts he kissed the right nipple and then the left. As he kissed them all over he knew that she had strong breasts and the heady smell of the fabric which was a combination of her sweat and perfume raised his desire. She again raised her hands and laid her head in her palms and without any command he approached her right arm pit. When he buried his face in her arm pit he saw her left hand coming down to caress his breasts. He wondered at that but let himself loose to the sensation her arm pit was offering him. The silk that bordered her arm pits was especially heady and as he took it in, his nipples were slowly twirled between her fingers bringing a gasp from him. He went back to her breasts and kissed them, more as worship than in an amorous manner, and crawled on his knees to get to her left arm pit. She suddenly got up letting her sari plait fall down on his shoulders. She un-tucked her sari and it fell in a heap around her legs. As he carefully gathered it up she stepped out of the heap. He got up from his knees and folded it and saw her appreciating look. Draping it on a chair he turned to her. She was now in her skirt and blouse and she slowly and deliberately wore her sandals and he bend down to fasten the straps. Back on his feet he expectantly looked at her as she circled around him. He felt both his buns being squeezed by her. Then he felt her gloved hand coming down on his right bun, thrice, quickly but softly. It was repeated with his left and he felt the blood rush into his buns and his cock. He was slapped by a woman and he was getting aroused! He felt her hands move all over his body but avoiding his erect cock. She turned a full circle and pointed down. Dutifully he went back on his knees. She stepped closer and his face was level with her crotch. She took him by his hair and pushed his face into her crotch. She ground his face into her crotch as he rained kisses there. As he buried his face there he felt her skirt falling over his head. Remaining on his knees he gathered it up and placed it on the chair. She was in another panties but its crotch was wet. Without waiting for a command he buried his face there, sticking his tongue out and desperately trying to reach her pussy. "Remove them," he heard her say huskily. Looking up he saw that she had removed her blouse and was in a black satin bra. Rolling her panties down, he gazed at her wet pussy lips. They seemed to have a life of its own and he was sure he saw them quiver. He caught hold of her calf and was surprised by the strong muscles. He caressed her calf's and was thrilled at the muscles encased by soft hairless skin. Gazing up he saw a smile on her face. "I keep myself in good training and now you have to keep pace with me." Moving his hands on to her thighs he was not surprised to find them firm. She turned around to give him a glimpse of her ample buttocks. Remembering haw she treated his and endorsing their relationship he worshipfully planted kisses on them. She gracefully turned around and he ran his hands all over her long sinewy legs and she let him for a few moments. He was on his knees feeling the leg muscles of a woman and enjoying it. When she lifted one leg and pulled the foot stool under his table he stopped. She placed one leg on it and spread her legs revealing her dripping pussy to him. Knowing her desire he brought his face near and kissed her pussy lips. Licking them he gazed up and saw her caressing her breasts. Moaning she pressed her crotch to his face and he snaked his tongue out, licking her labia and thrusting into her. It was a curious stance with him on his knees before her sucking her pussy. This continued for some time and with a grunt she collapsed in the chair. He was slow to react and she roughly caught his hair and pushed it into her crotch while draping one leg over his shoulder. He dug into her pussy with his tongue and she goaded him on. She called him slut and dog and it aroused him as he sucked her and licked her. He felt her thighs tighten on his head and he could barely breathe. A heady aroma filled him and he could sense that she climaxed. He took a gust of air into his lungs. But his attempt to withdraw was stopped by her words, "Clean it." Without a word he pressed forward again licking her cunt clean. " You are my pussy slave from now and it is your duty to pleasure her. You will come to my house once a week and do the chores there. You can do the washing in the machine but I want my undergarments hand washed. You will also clean my shoes and footwear and your reward will be to take care of my body. Massage my feet, shave me once in two weeks, manicure my feet, clip my nails and so on. You shall not ask anything of me and sex will be at my bidding alone." He answered dutifully," Yes Mistress," and continued with his cleaning. She got up and went to the toilet with him following. Inside the bathroom he was asked to kneel as she sat on the toilet. She un-hooked her bra and handed it to him. He took them reverently and asked if he could smell them. Her gloved hand moved to his nipples and tweaked them as he buried his face inside the bra cup. "Stroke it Sammy," she said and he did. Stroking his cock he nuzzled his nose into her bra and stared at the goddess sitting before him. "Stop," she said and he did. She sat quite for some time and then again asked him to start; this continued for some time and he was desperate for release. But on the fifth occasion he couldn't hold and he squirted and he was presented with a slap on his face. He could not enjoy his ejaculation but it came out copiously and he was thankful for the release. He saw her extending her hands and he put the bra on her and hooked it. "Clean me." She commanded and he took the tissue to wipe her pussy clean. She got up and went out and he stayed to wash himself. Returning to his cabin he saw her relaxing on the sofa; nude except for her bra. He wiped her down with a towel. "Dress me," she commanded and stood up. He retrieved her panties and on his knees opened it as she stepped into them. Then came the skirt and the blouse. He was careful not to touch her body as he felt that she may not like it. Proffering her the sari he watched her drape it, still on his knees. "Don't you want to thank me." He knew what she meant and crawled to her and kissed her feet thanking her. "During trial next week, I think we should be together. I need to be briefed and you need some training. I can teach you control and a regular exercise regimen. The cane I have at home will be helpful." He gasped and looked at her. She was not joking and he was ashamed that he was aroused. "And I hope the matter of fees is now settled," she said and laughed out aloud. He could not hide his smile. Walking out of the cabin she paused with her back to him and he kissed her beautiful firm buttocks, feeling aroused again. "Behave yourself and have he panties washed and pressed tomorrow. You may also get me a few pairs to be kept in your office. I never know when I'll need a change. And be at my house tomorrow at 9 in he morning and don't bring the brief." she quipped and walked out. He imagined himself nude and on his knees before her as she caned him fully dressed.