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Michael's Journey

By: MBottoms



After nearly a year of constant emailing, I was finally ready to take the plunge. It was mid-June, and I had four weeks of holidays coming in July. Last September, I had started to talk to a Domme via a chat room. We had really connected and met quite regularly on line. 

Mistress Sheila was living near the Toronto area-I wasn't exactly sure where, but I was planning to spend my holidays visiting her. She had extended the invitation and it was left for me to reply. I had just finished typing my response and had sent my email. There was no turning back. I merely had to await my instructions.

Two days later they arrived. Mistress Sheila had clearly delineated her wishes. I was to drive my car to the Scarborough Town Center; a large mall. I was to park in the lot visible from highway 401 next to The Bay Department Store. I was supposed to be wearing a red t-shirt, black shorts, and sandals. After I had parked, I was to blindfold myself and stand outside my car bent over the hood. As the first day of my holidays was July third, I was to arrive there for 6 in the evening.

As July third approached, I grew more and more nervous. On July 2, I packed my bags and proceeded to prepare for my journey. Naked I stood and critically evaluated myself in the bathroom mirror. I was a shade under six feet tall, and a trim 185 pounds. Constant visits to the gym had given me good muscle definition. While trim, I was very white. I hadn't had the opportunity to be out in the sun much, and it showed. My penis was a nice size and lay nestled in my soft curly blanket of pubic hair. My hair was getting long though, and I wanted to make a good impression, so I decided to shower and go get a cut. Overall though, for a man of 35, I thought she'd be impressed.

I awoke nice and early. I went for a run, had a leisurely shower and then a hearty breakfast. After cleaning up, I went next door to see my neighbours John and Maggie. I just wanted to remind them that they were looking after my place for the next little while and let them know that I would likely be back in 3-4 weeks. After loading my car I was on my way just before noon. It's about a five hour drive from Montreal to Toronto, so I was in good time. And indeed it looked like I might arrive more than ninety minutes early until the 401 came to a dead stop not more than 15 minutes from my destination. 

With horror I watched the clock relentlessly moving forward while I crawled slowly forward in my car. Finally, I crawled past the 4 car pile-up that had closed most of the highway. Almost immediately I was speeding to make my rendezvous. If I was late the repercussions were bound to be unpleasant. I pulled into the mall parking lot a few minutes to six. As I got to the area that I was to park the car in, a stunning older woman left the mall and went to her car. I couldn't believe my luck, and waited to take her spot after she left. As I got out of the car, I glanced around looking for Mistress Sheila. We had exchanged photos earlier in the year, but I couldn't see anyone who looked like her. I bent over the car and stood there waiting. Suddenly I remembered that I was to have blindfolded myself. I reopened the car and grabbed my blindfold. Once it was in place, I resumed my position waiting. 

Mistress Sheila kept me waiting for a while. Many people went by me-some making comments as they passed. Variations on, "what the hell is he doing?" were the most common. Finally, I heard the sharp quick clicks of high heels. I went to stand up, but was pushed back toward the car with force. 

"Did I tell you to move?" a stern but pleasant voice asked. "You appear to have followed my instructions... this is good. I'm going to place a collar and leash on you and then lead you to my car. You will not touch your blindfold until I say so-understand??" She emphasized this last query by grabbing my hair and pulling my head up from the car.

"Yes Mistress," I croaked.

"Stand up straight," she commanded. I felt a leather collar go around my neck. It fit snugly, but did not make my breathing difficult. A moment later a leash was clipped into the collar. 

"There," she said. "That's much better. Now follow me. My car's a little ways away."

"Permission to speak Mistress?" I asked.

"Yes Michael, you may speak."

"I have a bag packed in the trunk Mistress. Could I carry it to your car? And is it ok to just leave my car here Mistress?" 

Almost before I could finish my sentence I felt the crack of a cane across the backs of my legs. "OWWW" I cried.

"Silence Michael. You'll draw attention to yourself. You won't need your bag Michael and we'll deal with your car later. I plan on moving it to another spot later this evening." She used the cane on me again before starting to pull me to her car.

"OAAaaww" I cried again. The backs of my legs were sizzling and burning. Mistress Sheila had really hit me hard. Once again she stopped.

"Since you persist in crying like a baby and causing people to look in our direction, we'll give them something to look at."

"I'm sorry Mistress Sheila. I won't do it again," I pleaded. 

But it was to no avail. Mistress placed what felt like leather cuffs on my wrists. I felt a cool, hard metal against my chest and then realized she was using scissors to cut my shirt off. After a moment, I felt it drop to the ground and I was standing there in shorts. 

"Bend your arms," she commanded, and a moment later I felt her clip my wrists to my collar. 

Now all I could do with my hands was scratch my lower face. Before we started forward, I felt the scissors active at my waist. She was cutting off my shorts... I was mortified. 

"What's this?" she asked in a totally unbelieving tone. "You're wearing underwear?? Did my instructions say anything about underwear?? You will be punished for this later-when I give instructions, I expect them to be followed to the letter." 

She finished cutting off my clothes. I stood beside her naked but for the collar, cuffs, and blindfold. I wanted to fade into the ground, but instead "Come on slave, we're almost at my car. Since you want attention, raise your knees chest high as you walk... Higher... Higher!!" 

I walked blindly following the leash lifting my knees as high as I could. Every few steps, Mistress would say higher and would punctuate the command by smacking my ass with her cane. As we approached her car, I finally heard the sounds I dreaded. It appeared that some teenagers had spotted my naked form. Comments started to flow as the teens ran our way. Mistress Sheila ignored the teens continuing to exhort me to walk with my knees drawn high and smacking me when I failed her expectations. By now I was literally prancing like a horse.

"Lady, is this guy your pet or what?" one of the teens asked.

"Perhaps one day," said Mistress Sheila. "But for now he is auditioning to become my slave and my dog." She laughed, "Though at the moment he appears to be a pony...would you like a ride?"

"No way" said the teen. 

"Michael stop!" commanded my Mistress. I heard the doors of a car opening. "Girls, would you like to see my slave do something before we go?"

My heart was pounding as I stood there not even knowing who was watching my naked body-and now I was going to have to do something? To entertain these girls? My face was flushed with embarrassment.

"Could we see anything?" a different teen asked.

"Yeah like could we see him cum?" said the first girl.

"Of course," said Mistress Sheila and her tone of voice spoke volumes about how pleased she was with the task. "Michael I'm going to release your hands. You are going to masturbate for these nice young ladies and come in your own hand. Understand?"

I nodded my understanding and waited while Mistress unclipped my hands. My cock was hard as I started to stroke it. 

"Look how fast he moves," said the first girl. "Go faster," she commanded.

"Yes Michael, we want to see you cum," laughed Mistress Sheila. 

I madly stroked my cock faster and faster-the smooth skin moving gently between my fingers. I was approaching orgasm when...

"Stop" Mistress Sheila reached down and squeezed my erect flesh, milking it. "See girls, he's very excited now... look here at the tip is a large drop of pre-cum. I'm going to feed it to him now." 

I felt her hand milking my penis while her other hand rubbed its tip and then was raised to my lips. I tasted myself for the first time to the giggles of the girls. Surprisingly it was very mild. "Now finish quickly Michael... we must be going. We're beginning to attract a crowd."

As I once more started to masturbate, the more audacious girl asked, "Would you make him eat his own cum? I hate it when my boyfriend makes me do that-it would be nice to see a guy have to do it."

The idea both thrilled and repulsed me. As I started to orgasm into my hand, I heard Mistress say "Of course... that's the whole idea behind his catching it in his hand."

Spasm after spasm of orgasm ripped through my body. I was having a massive orgasm and I could feel the sticky warm mess flood my hand. Suddenly Mistress grabbed my arm and forced my hand to my mouth. 

"Lick it clean" she snarled. The girls started to laugh as I tentatively stuck my tongue out tasting the salty slightly soapy flavour of my own cum. When Mistress Sheila smacked my ass with the cane, I started to lick my hand enthusiastically. Finally, she allowed me to stop. 

"Very good Michael-perhaps some day we'll feed you from the source. Now though, we must be off. Bye girls." 

She pushed me into the car and moments later we were moving. I wondered what she meant from that last comment. Was she going to make me try and suck myself? I shuddered and tried to relax.

Michael's Journey Ch. 02



After about 45 minutes, some obvious time on a highway and then again over more windy roads, Mistress Sheila indicated we were almost at our destination. 

"You may remove your blindfold Michael," she spoke in a somewhat preoccupied voice. As I reached up to raise the blindfold, the car slowed dramatically and turned sharply into what I could now see was a driveway. Before I looked around, I took a moment to glance at Mistress Sheila. Though we had exchanged photos, hers had not done her justice. Mistress Sheila was slim and very attractive. She was a brunette with reddish highlights and petite features. She was wearing a business skirt, what appeared to be stockings and a white blouse. A black bra was visible beneath the blouse supporting two nicely sized breasts. Mistress was everything I could have asked for.

Before I was caught staring, I glanced away to look over my new temporary home. The driveway was about 100 ft. long. At the end, stood what appeared to be a recently built executive styled house. There was a rundown barn about another 100 feet behind it. As I glanced around, I saw Mistress Sheila had neighbours on either side of her home. These houses too were big and new-the lots massive. Directly across the street was another home, but most of the lots on this street were still awaiting construction. Mistress watched me looking around as she parked the car. 

"My family used to own a farm up here." Mistress explained. "When my parents died I inherited all the land. A short time ago, I sold a strip of land covering 200 acres. The builder built me my own home exactly to my specs. He only does executive homes, and so far has only built the three you see. Eventually he will have built many along this street. The land you see out back is all mine-another 150 acres of fields and forest."

"It looks very nice Mistress," I stated. "Mistress," I hesitated.

"Yes," she seemed impatient.

"I have to use the facilities."

"The WHAT?" she laughed. "What exactly do you mean Michael?"

"I have to pee Mistress." I forced out the crude language even though it embarrassed me.

Still chuckling Mistress said, "Oh, so that's what you mean. I'm not used to such subtlety Michael. You must speak plainly around me." She looked at me with all knowing eyes-she had wanted to embarrass me... "Well let's see," she thought for a minute. "You could use that tree over there or the near corner of the barn. Or perhaps the centre of the yard. Well?" I felt my face go red. Mistress was going to make me go outside and it was still a long time till sundown. 

"Uh... I think I can hold it Mistress," I said with my face down.

"Nonsense," said Mistress Sheila, "that's how you get kidney stones. I think I'll have you go in the centre of the yard. That way both my neighbours can see my new pet." She reattached my leash and opened the door. I got out of the car and started to walk towards the middle of the yard. Smack... my ass felt on fire as Mistress used her cane on me again. "How does a dog walk Michael?" she barked.

Immediately I dropped to all fours. Mistress walked me around the yard-thank God it was covered with a nice soft grass. When we got to the spot where Mistress wanted me to urinate, I got up on my knees. With a strong jerk, Mistress pulled my head back down to the ground. "A dog pees by lifting its leg Michael-you know that!"

In fierce embarrassment, I raised my leg and started to pee. "Good dog Michael" she cooed.

Suddenly I heard another car. To my utter horror, one of her neighbours was arriving home. And just as quickly as I had started to pee, I couldn't go anymore. I heard two doors slam and then, "Sheila, what's going on?" To make matters worse, the voice was approaching.

"You are not going inside Michael until you have peed properly," said Mistress quietly, and then, "Hi Rhonda, Kathy... how are you? This is Michael. He's my newest toy-wants to be my pet slave. Michael... This is Rhonda and her daughter Kathy. Kathy is at university working to become a veterinarian." I looked up and saw an attractive though heavy set woman of around 45, and a stunning girl who might only have been 20... Immediately I became erect. Great... peeing was going to be much harder now.

"So this is what you meant when you said you have slaves," murmured Kathy. "Do they do whatever you like?" she asked.

"Of course silly," said Mistress "or they are punished." 

"How do you do that?" asked Rhonda.

"Well the next time I have to punish Michael I'll invite you over," laughed Mistress Sheila. "There are almost no limitations on how I might punish him. In fact, if you have any ideas, I'd welcome them. I'm always looking for new ideas and things." 

"So are you walking him like a dog?" Kathy sounded fascinated.

"No actually. Michael needed to pee. He had just started when you came home and scared him dry. And now of course he has an erection. So it will be tougher, but he is not going in until he pees."

"Wow..." breathed Kathy "Can I watch?"

"Sure" said Mistress. Rhonda didn't seem as interested, and said her good-byes before heading to her own home. "Hurry up Michael; we have to get inside before the mosquitoes come out." 

I did need to pee, but not having any hands on my cock and having an erection was going to make it difficult. I tried to force the pee out. Just as I was about to have some success, I felt a hand on my butt. Kathy was stroking my ass. My penis hardened again to rock hard status. "He's got a nice cock," said Kathy. "Must be 7-8 inches long and thick. Can I come over and play with him at some point? I'd love to learn how to dominate a man."

"Any time Kathy," said Sheila. "In fact I might even use you to baby sit him."

"Great," said Kathy as I started to pee. The pee hurtled out of me and almost hit my own arm. I lifted it to avoid my stream, and relaxed. It felt so good to finally be able to go. Eventually I let the last couple of spurts go. Mistress Sheila bent over and shook my cock. A few drops of my urine ended on her hand, and she quickly forced me to lick her hand clean of my pee. I noticed Kathy's eyes pop wide open at that before Mistress was saying good-bye and walking me towards her huge home.

The back of Mistress Sheila's house had a lovely sunroom. It was quite a large room-seemed like it might be twenty feet by twenty feet with many of the large windows screened and a door leading into the house. Pieces of rattan furniture with pleasantly patterned cushions were neatly arranged inside the sunroom. A double sliding glass door led to the rest of the house, and Mistress Sheila pulled me further into the house. It was a lovely open concept home, but once inside, I was pulled towards what appeared to be the only closed door on the main floor. 

"This is my main play area," said Mistress Sheila. "My dungeon..." she opened the door. 

I paused briefly in the doorway. The room was black and quite large. In the far corner was a padlocked metal cage that would hold an individual almost motionless. Its floor area was only about one square foot-though it was about six and a half feet tall. There was a horse and a cross. One whole wall was covered with whips, paddles and floggers. There was a table with drawers against the same wall that seemed to have many dildoes and other toys covering it. A wooden chair with arms and a toilet seat was in another corner of the room. There were no windows. "I have things to do," said Mistress Sheila. She pushed me towards a padded recliner against the wall to our right. She sat on this recliner and pulled me down between her legs. "Let's see just how good you really are," she said as she spread her legs and pushed my head between them. For the first time I noticed that she wasn't wearing panties. Mistress Sheila had a beautiful pussy. She had shaved almost all the hair from it leaving just a small "V" above her clit. Her lips were a dusky pink colour and were very large. I could see a small amount of moisture leaking out from between her two lips. Before I could admire her cunt any further, she had pulled me so that I was up tight against her. Because of the heat of the day, Mistress had been sweating. Her aroma and taste were strong and a bit unpleasant. As I started to lick her, I involuntarily shuddered. Mistress Sheila noticed and cuffed my head with force. 

"How dare you hesitate when given a job to do-and then to shudder!! You will be punished for that later, but right now I expect-no, I demand your finest efforts to give me an orgasm with your mouth." 

Realizing my error, I feverishly started to tongue her pussy. She was very wet, and I lapped at her center. I left her clit and sucked her beautiful and large labia into my mouth before she grabbed my head and redirected me towards her clit. I could tell she was close and would likely orgasm soon. "Aaaaahhhh," she moaned. "That's it... faster Michael... lick me..." I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked it as I like my penis sucked. Mistress Sheila twisted and moaned even more. "I'm cooommmming..." she cried and she gushed over my face. I was momentarily surprised, and then I attempted to drink her fluids. She tasted a little bitter with salty overtones, but I decided I liked it. I continued to gently lick at Mistress, but much more slowly and with a touch that was barely there. "Very good Michael," opined Mistress Sheila, "That feels very good... I forgot to tell you that I'm capable of gushing when I orgasm. You are very talented. This bodes well for our relationship. Few slaves have been able to make me come-at least like that." She smiled ruefully, "I almost regret having to punish you for your earlier mistakes-almost," she laughed. 

Grabbing my leash, Mistress pulled me back into her dungeon. 



Michael's Journey Ch. 03



Mistress Sheila grabbed my leash and led me toward her dungeon. It's not easy moving quickly when on your hands and knees, and I scrambled after her trying not to delay her. I didn't want to irritate her any further. We entered her dungeon, and she walked directly over to the wooden horse. 

"Stand up," she commanded. I stood tall, but Mistress was unhappy. She gave me a strong slap on my ass. 

"Uh," I grunted.

"Next time I ask something from you, I want you to hurry. You took far too long to stand up." 

I kept my eyes downcast, but wondered if I could actually have moved any faster. One thing was certain, whether I could or I couldn't, I knew I had to try to move more quickly in the future. Mistress Sheila moved behind me and suddenly placed a blindfold over my eyes. For a moment I could still see, and then darkness. Try as I might, I couldn't see even the faintest glimmer of light. 

"That's better... I like my slaves to be unaware of what I'm going to do to them... and now you have no idea what or when something will happen." 

She reached out and ran her nails down my back. I wasn't expecting this and I jumped. That of course earned me another smack on the ass. "Don't move Michael," she said with venom. 

Briefly I wondered how she could change her moods so suddenly. Then she placed what felt like some sort of cuff on my left wrist. "Bend over Michael. Good... now slide backwards a little... perfect." 

I was now bent over the horse with my ass and penis hanging off the end. I felt Mistress bend down and my wrist was clipped to the horse. Mistress then moved around the horse and did the same thing to my other wrist. 

The horse was padded, and now that I was warming it up, it was reasonably comfortable. Still, I listened as Mistress moved around the room trying to determine exactly what she was doing. What was my punishment going to be? As I was thinking, I felt her hands on my ankles, and before too much longer, my legs were also clipped to the horse. I was certainly not going anywhere until Mistress decided I could. 

"I always work much better to music Michael, so I'll return after I've turned some on." 

I heard Mistress leave the room and then heard the door shut. A few moments later, heavy rock music started to play—but it was soooo loud it almost hurt. I wondered how Mistress could bear it that loud. I couldn't hear anything else in the house. I expected Mistress to re-enter the room in moments, but the moments became long minutes and then longer still. Gradually I came to realize that Mistress was not returning soon. Song after song I waited...my only break from the noise coming in being that short break between songs. My imagination was going wild. What would I be faced with for punishment? Would I be spanked? Or worse? Then a new CD started. This one I knew and liked. AC/DC's Back in Black. This was good as I was going to need something to get me through until Mistress returned. By now my arms and legs had been tingling for a while, and my erection had long since disappeared. I was uncomfortable and anxiously awaiting my Mistress' return. When would she be back? Despite being uncomfortable and the blaring rock music, I eventually fell asleep.

I'm not sure what awoke me, but I was awake. Music from Led Zeppelin Two was playing and I still could not hear anything else in the room. My arms and legs were asleep. I had to hope that Mistress would not demand movement from me right away. I didn't even think I'd be able to stand. I started to contract my muscles to try and increase the circulation to my deadened limbs. Suddenly the volume of music dropped dramatically. My ears were ringing, but the change was so welcome that I had a stupid grin on my face. The door of the room opened. 

"Michael, have you missed me?" 

I wasn't sure I was supposed to answer, so I said nothing. I heard her walking toward me. But she wasn't alone. Two people wearing heels were approaching me. Slap. If I was still drowsy that woke me. 

"Didn't you hear me Michael? I said have you missed me?"

"Yes Mistress" 

"Well, I decided to go for your car before I punished you—I wanted you to have the chance to anticipate your punishment, and I decided to ask Kathy to give me a hand. After all I did promise her she'd be invited the next time I punished you. Kathy has driven your car from the mall, and we've just returned."

"Nice stereo system in your car Michael," Kathy said, "But you need to get a new car—one with some go and some style."

I said nothing and continued to try and wake my limbs. "Answer Mistress Kathy Michael!" Mistress Sheila smacked me again.

"Yes Mistress. Mistress Kathy, I have been looking at new cars. I was thinking of getting one as the new year's models arrive. I think I can get a deal at that time." I was about to say more when something was pushed up to my mouth. Mistress was using a ball gag on me. I'd never worn one of these before, and I was surprised at how tightly it was held in place. There was no way I'd be able to speak. The best I'd be able to do would be groan. 

The two women walked around me running their hands over my body. One of them grabbed and then fondled my cock. While it had been flaccid, it immediately started to harden. "Sheila, he's awfully hairy..." 

"True. Michael, you need to be shaved. I'm not sure if I'll have you do it, or if I'll do it myself... but one thing I am sure of, and that is by this time tomorrow you will be totally naked—no more pubic hair." 

I swallowed and said nothing, but I was not looking forward to this. What would the guys at the gym say? I only hoped it would grow back quickly. Suddenly I was spanked. Hard. Very hard. I grunted and tried to squirm. Unfortunately, I was only able to move a little as the next blow came. Mistress must have been using a paddle as whatever she was using seemed to be very solid. My ass was on fire. Then I was hit again, but this time before I could get over the sting, I was hit with another tool. This one seemed smaller—perhaps a crop, and was used more tentatively. 

"Good Kathy, next time use a little more force. Don't be shy, Michael likes to be spanked, don't you Michael?" 

I knew the proper answer and quickly nodded my head and grunted. Mistress hammered me again with her paddle and then from the other side, Kathy hit me with her crop. Before I could recover, Mistress and then Kathy hit me again and then again. Blows were raining down on my naked and defenceless ass. Each time I shuddered and shook, but I was helpless and couldn't get away. After what seemed like forever (but in reality was likely only 10-15 minutes) there was a pause and while I sobbed into my blindfold, I heard the two women move about the room. 

Suddenly, the blows started again—only this time Mistress Sheila was pummelling my right ass cheek and Mistress Kathy was working on my left side. It was so painful that I couldn't help it and I stopped my muffled sobs and started to cry all out. This seemed to please both Mistresses, and they continued on with even more enthusiasm. Finally close to 25 minutes after they had started, they stopped. I was embarrassed to be crying like a baby. 

"Well Michael, your ass is an incredibly vibrant red now... I think I'm going to take a picture of it. Maybe I'll send it to your boss in Montreal—let him know how his employees spend their vacation. What do you think Kathy?" One of the women was stroking my blazing ass. 

"Can I have a copy of the picture Sheila? Mistress Kathy stopped stroking my ass and a moment later I heard several clicks of a camera. "Wow, that was a lot of fun," laughed Kathy, "I can't believe how red his ass is. He's going to have real trouble sitting down for the next few days. Is his punishment over?"

"Well I was going to take him anally, but it is getting late and I have lots to do still, so that will keep for another time. By the way, I'll have Michael ask for double prints so that you can have a set when he takes the film to be developed. I've got a few excellent shots—that one with the precum dripping from his cock should look wonderful."

"Great, I'd be so embarrassed if I took that film to be developed. I've got to go. I hope you'll invite me over again. I can't believe what a rush it is to have someone totally at your beck and call. See you."

"Night Kathy. Come over anytime." I heard Kathy leaving the room. "Now Michael, it's time for you to go to bed. Let me unhook you and I'll take you to your quarters." 

As Mistress bent down to undo my wrists and ankles from the horse, I heard the unmistakeable sound of a dog bounding into the room. "I guess Kathy let Lance in. Good boy Lance. Down boy!" Mistress commanded. Lance sounded like a big dog. A moment later, I had a better idea of his size as his mouth and nose was sniffing between my legs. 

"Get out of here," said Mistress as she apparently pushed him away from me. "Damn dog will mount anything," she laughed, "So you better not irritate me too much Michael." I felt my arms and legs finally free of the clips. Then she removed the ball gag from my stretched mouth. It was such a relief. "Come on Michael," she said as she pulled on the leash. 

I stumbled after Mistress trusting that she would not allow me to hurt myself. After a short walk, "This is your space while you are at my home." 

I felt Mistress loosening my blindfold and then it was removed. I'd been in the darkness for several hours now, and for a moment I had difficulty seeing in the bright light. Gradually my eyes adapted and I took stock of my surroundings. I was in a small room with a single bed, a chair, and a light. There was an ensuite bathroom with a shower, and what appeared to be a small closet. 

"Have a good sleep Michael, and remember, before I see you tomorrow, you had better shave your pubic hair. If you forget, I guarantee you that the spanking you will receive will make tonight's seem like a pleasant massage. I plan to get up at seven tomorrow... and I'll have a use for you almost immediately, so use your time wisely tonight." With that, Mistress Sheila turned and left my room gently closing the door behind her.

I sat on the bed and then quickly stood again. I couldn't believe how sore my ass was. So instead of sitting down, I moved into the bathroom. It was a small bathroom with a toilet, sink, and shower—no tub. I opened the vanity, and was surprised to see my toiletries neatly packed away. Realizing that I needed to shave myself and not wanting to get caught before I had done the task, I took out my razor, shaving cream, and scissors. Taking a last look in the mirror, I bent over my penis and started to cut off the longer hair with the scissors. After each cut, I dropped the hair in the toilet. After several minutes, I was ready to shave. 

There were towels and facecloths under the sink, so I turned on the hot water and soaked a facecloth. Then I held it against myself to hopefully soften the hair. Five minutes later, I decided that I couldn't delay any longer. So I lathered up and started to carefully shave myself. After 15 minutes, I decided I couldn't do any more. So I rinsed myself off and patted myself dry. From above I decided I looked somewhat larger and a little strange. I turned and looked at myself in the mirror and seemingly saw a totally different penis. This would take some getting used to—I only hoped that Mistress Sheila liked what she saw. Now exhausted, I turned out the light and climbed into bed. In seconds I was asleep—on my stomach.

Six o'clock came early. I had decided to set my alarm for six so that I could shower and touch up my freshly shaved cock for Mistress. When she came for me, I was going to be ready. As I lay waiting on my bed a couple of minutes before seven, I was surprised by, "Michael, please come to my room." I looked around and was surprised to notice a speaker in my wall.

Without thinking I replied, "Yes Mistress," and then realized I wasn't sure where to go. 

As I got up to explore the house Mistress said, "My room is upstairs overlooking the barn. Hurry!" 

I ran out of my room and paused to get my bearings. Seeing a staircase, I ran up the stairs and then toward the back of the house where I could see an open doorway. A large bedroom lay behind the open door. Included inside was a king-size four-poster bed and what appeared to be an antique rocking chair. Mistress Sheila was nowhere in sight. 

"Hurry Michael," she called and I then noticed a doorway into another ensuite bathroom. Sure enough, Mistress was waiting for me in there. 

This was an impressive and large bathroom. It was easily bigger than my whole bedroom and bathroom combined. In the corner was a huge shower that could easily handle 3-4 people with room to spare. There were two large vanities and sinks, a toilet, and a bidet. In one of the other corners under windows was a large Jacuzzi tub. Mistress stood naked in the tub and as I gazed at her beautiful body, my penis hardened. Her nipples were dark cherry red and were erect. I longed to take them into my mouth and suckle on them, but I had learned my lesson. That would only happen if she allowed it. She motioned to me and I moved toward the tub. "

Kneel at my feet Michael. I want you to drink me, and I can't wait much longer." Thinking that she wanted me to give her another orgasm with my mouth, I started to tongue and tease her pussy and clit. Suddenly I was surprised to have a mouth full of liquid. I stopped and pulled away realizing that she had peed into my mouth! I started to spit it out when Mistress grabbed my head and pulled me back to her crotch. 

"That's right Michael, drink my pee. I have very good control, so I'll take my time and only release mouthfuls at a time. I expect you to drink all of my precious golden nectar without wasting a drop. If you do happen to spill some... well I don't have to tell you what will happen now—do I?"

She released more pee into my mouth. Her pee was strong and bitter, but I was afraid not to drink so I gulped it down. I couldn't believe it. I was actually drinking someone's pee. Mistress continued to let mouthfuls go into my mouth, and I continued to swallow. I almost gagged at one time, but managed to keep drinking. I'm not sure how much pee I was drinking, but she seemed to pee for a good half hour. I was actually starting to feel full and didn't think I'd be able to eat breakfast when she finally stopped. 

"Clean me Michael, and make me cum," she commanded. Once again I started to lick and suck her clit. I loved the look of her pussy. She had such nice large labia. I took them into my mouth and sucked and pulled on them before moving back to her clit. Mistress was excited and very wet. Her lips and clit were engorged with blood, and she pushed me backwards with her groin trapping my head between the bathtub and her cunt. I lapped at her with energy and enthusiasm. I wanted to make her gush as she had the night before. 

"That's it Michael... just like that... yeah suck me..." I ran my tongue up her pussy and pulled her clit into my mouth. My penis was incredibly hard and Mistress Sheila noticed. "Stroke your cock Michael." I grabbed myself and started to pump my cock. "Don't you dare cum Michael—when you cum, it will be at my command and into my cum cup." I continued to pleasure Mistress with her scent and wetness acting as an aphrodisiac. I was nearing my own orgasm so I slowed my masturbation and lightened my touch. I did not want to cum before Mistress Sheila's command. "Yes! Stick out your tongue and taste me deep inside! Oh yeah.... That's it! Faster Michael Faster! There! That's it... ohh oohh ooh yeah... Lick me there! Ooohh I'm cummminggg...." 

Despite my own great excitement, I managed not to cum as Mistress bucked on my face in the throws of her orgasm. I sucked as much of her juices as I could and continued to gently stimulate her. "Oh, that was good Michael—very good. Now I want to watch you cum." 

Mistress climbed off my face and reached over to the sink to grab a black shot glass. "This is your cum cup Michael. I want you to fill it with your cum when you orgasm—and then you're going to drink it all down!" 

She sat down on the edge of the tub and slowly masturbated with her legs spread as she watched me. I took the cum cup and looked at it. Gold writing indicated that it had likely been purchased while Mistress Sheila visited at Niagara Falls. "What are you waiting for? Michael I want you to cum!" I started to stroke myself faster and faster all the while looking at Mistress' lovely cunt. Suddenly I felt that familiar urge and I knew I was going to explode.

"I'm cumming Mistress," I yelled as I held the cup against the tip of my pulsating cock. 

Thick spurts of white cum shot into the glass as I groaned in pleasure. God that had been an incredible orgasm--perhaps the best orgasm I had ever experienced. As I slowed my hand, Mistress leaned forward and started to thoroughly milk my cock to force the last of my semen out and into the cup. When she could get no more from me, she used her finger to catch the last drip and then fed me my own cum. 

"Lick my finger Michael... Do you like the flavour? Don't bother to answer; it really doesn't matter." She grabbed the cum cup from me and gazed into it. "Wow Michael that must have been an intense orgasm— there's a lot of cum for you to drink here." 

Even though I had figured she would want me to do this, I was filled with anxiety. As Mistress held the cup up to my lips, I shivered. She laughed, "Drink up Michael, and then use your tongue to clean the cup." 

And so for the first time in my life, I drank my own cum. As I finished cleaning the cup, Mistress gave me my duties for the day. I was to wash myself up and then I had to clean up the house. I was to remain naked for the day, wearing only my collar. Mistress Sheila would be away until supper time, and I was to prepare a delicious dinner for her return. I was glad that I knew how to cook.



Michael's Journey Ch. 04



I would like to thank Angel Love for once again editing my work. I invite comments and suggestions from readers-perhaps you can suggest a direction that might enthral me...

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The day passed slowly. I explored the house before thoroughly dusting and vacuuming it. After searching the kitchen and the freezer, I decided on my menu for the evening. I planned to make a dessert (raspberry pudding with butter sauce), and the main course was to be Coq-au-vin with roasted potatoes and petits pois. As well, I would make a Caesar salad. Mistress Sheila was well equipped and had all the necessary ingredients. 

By mid-afternoon I was well on my way to being ready. I sat down and started to stroke my penis thinking of all that had happened in the past day. No sooner had I come to a full erection when the doorbell rang. Not knowing what to do, I stood and carefully went to a window by the door. It was Kathy's mother, Rhonda. As I was trying to decide whether I should open the door or pretend not to be home, she noticed me. I decided that I had better answer the door-despite my nakedness. After all, she had already seen me on a leash and peeing like a dog.

"Hello Rhonda," I greeted her quizzically. She stared at me for a moment and I blushed as I realized she was looking at my erect cock.

"Have you been given permission to call me Rhonda?" she asked. "I certainly haven't given you permission-of that I'm sure." Suddenly I realized the trouble I could be in if Mistress Sheila was told of my error. 

Quickly, I kneeled in front of Rhonda and dropped my head. "I'm sorry Mistress Rhonda. Please don't tell Mistress Sheila-I'll do whatever you say." 

"That's better Michael," she grinned. "As a matter of fact I was hoping you'd say something like that. Follow me," and she marched into the house. 

Figuring I'd better play it safe, I followed on my hands and knees. Rhonda marched right through the house to the back sunroom. There she proceeded to sit down on the rattan couch. She reached over and pulled the footstool towards her and put her feet up. 

"I'd like a drink Michael, a rum and coke please."

"Yes Mistress," I said as I hurried from the room. It was a good thing that I'd been through the house so thoroughly in the morning. I knew exactly where the liquor was kept. On returning with Mistress Rhonda's drink, I found her sprawled out on the couch with her legs still on the footstool, but having fallen apart. I handed her the drink and then as she took her first swig, she grabbed my collar and pulled me down beside her. Moving one leg, she pulled my still closer and I found myself kneeling between her legs. 

With her movements, her summer dress had hiked up her thighs, and I found myself staring at her naked pussy. I was surprised to see that she was clean shaven and also multiply pierced. Each of her pussy lips was pierced in two places. She had golden rings in her piercings, and the rings in each lip were linked together by small incredibly sexy golden chains. Mistress Rhonda reached forward with and grabbed one chain with each hand. She started to play with the chains and then pulled them outward, stretching her pussy lips. 

"Lick me," she grunted and I obediently leaned in to penetrate her with my tongue. "Yes... that's the way... mmm... suck on my clit..." 

Mistress Rhonda was really getting into it. She let go of the chains and grabbed my head pulling me into her crotch. She definitely knew what she wanted me to do. I flattened my tongue and started to rapidly flick it over her clit. I could feel two of the rings with each movement of my tongue. It was incredibly erotic! I determined that I was going to give this woman a massive orgasm if I could. 

Mistress Rhonda reached into her bag and retrieved a dildo. She pushed it down towards my mouth and I took it in, slurping and lubing it as if it were my own cock. When it was good and wet, Mistress pushed me away for a moment. 

"Watch," she said, and she slowly pushed the dildo into her ass. "Now make me cum while I fuck my ass." 

I was mesmerized by the view, but as Mistress Rhonda's hands pulled me back into her cunt, I started to once again lick her pussy. I really got into the groove with her taste and smell overwhelming me. I lapped at her like a kitten at milk, and she quivered in delight. Licking her pussy became the most important thing in the world for me-I needed to make her cum. I licked at her thighs and the dildo as it moved in and out of her ass, and then returned to her clit. As she began to moan, I sucked her whole pink pussy into my mouth. She squealed with pleasure and pulled me closer to her pussy making it difficult to breathe and yet still I worked my tongue. Suddenly she came... and I eagerly swallowed her drop of her cream as if my life depended on it. 

"Damn," she exclaimed as she pushed me away. "That was good." Suddenly she pulled out the dildo and tossed it to me. "Lick it clean Michael, and tell me how much you like it."

I took the dildo into my mouth trying not to gag, and then suddenly it didn't matter. Mistress Rhonda was looking so sexy, sated, and pleased with me that I really worked at cleaning the dildo. 

"Thank-you for the opportunity of cleaning your ass toy, Mistress. It makes me happy to please you." 

Without a backward glance, Mistress Rhonda got up and walked out of the house. I was so hard it hurt, but I was afraid to pleasure myself without permission. I was sure that tonight Mistress Sheila would take care of that.

As the day wore on, I became more familiar with my setting. I had thoroughly explored the house, though I hadn't dared to move outdoors. After all, I was still somewhat afraid of being seen naked and collared. I had made the dessert in the morning and was just about to start on the main course when the phone rang. My first impulse was to let it ring, but then I worried that it might be Mistress Sheila, so I ran to get it before the answering machine kicked in. 

"Hello, this is slave Michael." That seemed a good way to answer the phone. 

"Michael," It was Mistress Sheila. "I hope you've had a good day and have resisted playing with yourself."

"Yes, Mistress Sheila," was all I answered. 

"Good. I will be having company tonight for dinner. There needs to be enough food for four and maybe six people."

"I was just finishing preparing the main course Mistress Sheila. I can easily add to what I'm preparing. When do you want to eat Mistress?" 

"We should be ready to eat by 7:00 Michael. Don't disappoint me!" There was no way I would disappoint Mistress Sheila. I was determined to have a nice meal waiting for both Mistress and her guests when she arrived home. 

At about 6:00, Mistress Sheila arrived home. I heard Lance barking and looked out to see her drive into the back yard. Mistress Sheila parked and then exited the vehicle. She knelt down and stroked Lance, letting him lick her face. I couldn't help but notice that the damn dog had an erection. Mistress Sheila stood and scratched him gently behind his ears. Then she approached the house. As she neared the back door, she looked in dismay at something just outside. Just before she opened the door, I quickly dropped to my knees. 

"Michael, I've just noticed that Lance's water dish is empty." 

"uh... I'm sorry Mistress. I hadn't realized I was to have kept it full. It won't happen again." 

It had never occurred to me that I was to look after Lance. I looked at her face hoping to see some softening there, and then quickly turned my glance to the floor. Geez, I hoped she hadn't noticed my stare.

"It had better not, or you'll be severely punished. How would you like to go a full day in this great heat and humidity and not have any water? Fill his dish now and then return to me." 

I quickly ran to the kitchen and found a water jug. Filling it with cool water, I went outside to fill his bowl. Once again I felt his nose between my legs before he pushed me aside to drink his fill.

Returning inside, I went to Mistress Sheila. She was in her bath, naked holding an empty glass in her hand. As I approached, she moved the glass between her legs and started to fill it with her urine. I watched mesmerized. I knew what was going to be asked of me. When the glass was full, she handed it to me and commanded me to drink up. My cock rose betraying my body and I quickly drank her nectar. I couldn't believe how rapidly I had come to like this aspect of my slavery. And neither could Mistress Sheila, 

"Wow, you surprise me Michael. You guzzled that down very quickly indeed. I'm impressed. Now go and finish preparing the meal while I prepare for my guests."

Forty-five minutes later, I paused and gazed at the dinning room. I had put a tablecloth out and set the table. An arrangement of roses accentuated by fragrant candles was the centerpiece. Mistress Sheila was still getting ready for dinner, and I went back to the kitchen to finish dinner. As I was checking the coq-au-vine, I heard the backdoor open, and a voice call, "Sheila, may we come in?" Hurriedly, I went to welcome our first guest. A fit woman of about 35 years of age dressed in a provocative leather outfit stood in the door. In her hands she held a leash that was connected to a naked young girl. The girl was beautiful and buxom. Her hair was a platinum colour, but there was no way of knowing if she was naturally that colour as she had no pubic hair either. I put her age at close to twenty-maybe twenty-two if pressed. The mistress was red-haired and slim. It was apparent that she worked out. Her outfit covered all her naughty spots (barely), but allowed much of her creamy white skin to show. 

"Hello and welcome!" I stated after lowering my eyes. "Please come in. I'll let Mistress Sheila know you have arrived. May I tell her who has arrived?"

"Thank you, yes... Tell her Chantal has arrived."

"Please make yourself comfortable Mistress Chantal. Could I get you a drink before I go upstairs?"

"That would be lovely... I'll have a glass of red wine please, and my slave Anna will do with a bowl of water." 

Hurriedly I complied with her wishes and then moved upstairs to tell Mistress Sheila who had arrived. My last glance as I left the room was of Anna's cute bum as she slurped her drink from the bowl. Before I could get very far, the front doorbell rang, so I detoured to greet more guests.

"Good evening and welcome," I stated. 

An incredibly tall Mistress stood before me. Easily six feet six inches tall, she stood a full six inches taller than that because of her heels. She was well-proportioned with large breasts and shoulder length brown hair. She was wearing a thigh-length white dress with boots that went to her mid-thigh. While I wasn't sure, it appeared that she was naked under the dress.

"I'm Mistress Raven," she stated as she pushed past me into the house. 

It was only then that I realized she too had a slave in tow. Her slave was male and besides the requisite leash, was wearing a pair of leather shorts. He was about six feet tall and athletically built. There appeared to be a fire hose in his shorts.  

"I'd like a rye and coke please," said Mistress Raven. 

I mixed the drink and then went to Mistress Sheila. Her door was shut, so I stood outside of her room and spoke.

"Mistress Chantal and Mistress Raven have arrived Mistress. They await you downstairs with their slaves. I have taken the liberty of serving them drinks."

"Good Michael. I'll be down in a minute. We'll start to eat a little while later. Oh and Michael, you are the least experienced slave here-that makes you the lowest of the low. In other words, you are everyone's slave-even the other slaves..."

I went downstairs to finish the last details of the meal. Slave to slaves... I wondered what that would entail. As I fussed about in the kitchen, I heard Mistress Sheila greet her guests. Laughter erupted from the room. I was unsure if I was to serve the other slaves on plates or even at all, so I decided to risk asking Mistress Sheila.

As I entered the porch room, Mistress Sheila and the other two dommes were laughing. I asked my question. 

"You will set three places at the table, Michael, and another two for the slaves on the floor. But Michael, we were just thinking of you. As the newest slave, you will be required to wait on all of us. So you will be unable to eat. Therefore you will eat before us and in so doing you will provide us with our pre-meal entertainment." 

I must have looked puzzled, because Mistress Sheila laughed and said, "Use your mouth to help slave Ulli. Make him hard... he is going to fuck Anna for us."

Ulli was taking off his leather pants. His cock was indeed large and I couldn't believe Mistress Sheila was asking me to suck it. I risked a glance at her face, and was slapped. "Michael, I won't ask you again. Suck his cock and get him ready for Anna."

I had never even thought about another man's cock and now I was supposed to suck one. Ulli came over and stood before me. His beast of a cock was inches from my face. I couldn't do it. Suddenly, I was spanked with a switch. Mistress was getting angry at my reluctance to obey her. 

"Now Michael!!"

I tentatively reached out with my tongue. As I started to lick the underside of his cock, Mistress pushed my face forward, and his cock slid into my mouth. "That's better... now make him hard" Mistress sounded pleased. 

I started to lick and suck him the way I like to be sucked. He was much bigger than I, but clean and fresh smelling. I licked the underside of his cock flicking my tongue rapidly over his head. As he got harder, I started to fuck his cock with my mouth. I could taste his precum and I started to get excited.

"Look at the little cocksucker go." Said Mistress Raven. She grabbed my head and forced me to take more cock into my mouth. I gagged as his giant organ hit the back of my throat. "Keep sucking bitch," she laughed. 

Ulli was now very hard and likely at least ten inched in length. He pulled his cock from my mouth with an audible plop, and moved over towards Anna. 

"Wait" said Mistress Chantal. "Anna deserves some pleasure too... and we don't want any of Ulli's cum to be wasted." The other two dommes agreed. "Michael, lie down on your back on the floor. Anna, get over Michael in a sixty-nine position, but you're not to touch his cock. Michael, you're to lick and suck at Anna's pussy while Ulli fucks her. When Ulli cums, he will deposit your supper in Anna's cunt. After Michael has cleaned Ulli's cock, Anna, you will sit up on Michael's face and feed him Ulli's jizm."

I lay on the floor and Anna crawled on top of me. I started to lick and suck her delicious little pussy. Suddenly, Ulli and his cock were there. He started to fuck Anna and from his rhythm I knew he was very excited and not likely to last long. As I licked at Anna, I also was licking Ulli's cock. Faster and faster he went, until suddenly he surged into Anna and with a growl came. His body quivered for a few moments while he shot his load into her-my supper as it turned out...

"Michael," said Mistress Sheila, "clean Ulli's cock thoroughly before you eat your supper from Anna."

Ulli withdrew his cock from Anna's pussy, and pushed it against my lips. I allowed it into my mouth and started to suck his remaining cum from his rod. As I started to lick his shaft, multiple flashes indicated that someone had photographed me sucking and licking another man's cock.

"Now clean Anna. Anna sit up on his face. We may as well let gravity help Michael eat Ulli's cum." 

Mistress Chantal seemed excited at my predicament. Anna sat up and I applied my mouth to her piss hole. Ulli's thick cum started to ooze out of her. I sucked and more came. The guy must have had a gallon of cum-he couldn't have had an orgasm for a few days prior to tonight. I licked her from her asshole to her clit. The thick cream they had made together flooded my mouth and I drank it eagerly. My cock was hard and the Mistresses made comments on my obvious love of cum-male cum.

Finally it seemed I had gotten it all. The Mistresses told Anna to get off me, and then asked me to quickly get dinner ready. Hornier than I had ever been, I moved to serve the meal.

To be continued...