****** Apartment Slavery ******
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Synopsis: A divorcee in his early sixties rents a small apartment, one of two
on the third floor of an older home. A strong minded and bitchy young Business
woman moves into the other apartment. In a few hours while he Grudgingly helps
her move in, she converts him from a normally independent Individual into her
unpaid house servant by exploiting an older man's desire for sex with a young
female.
Apartment Slavery Part I

   by Reavan

   A divorcee in his early sixties rents a small apartment, one of two on
the third floor of an older home.  A strong minded and bitchy young
Business woman moves into the other apartment.  In a few hours while he
Grudgingly helps her move in, she converts him from a normally independent
Individual into her unpaid house servant by exploiting an older man's
desire for sex with a young female.

   Part I



   The apartment was small but comfortable.  The landlady gave me a good
deal on the rent in return for some maintenance in the house and garden.
She lived on the first floor; there were another apartment on the second
and mine was one of two on the third.  The other apartment across the hall
was empty and I was to fix it up and paint it as part of the rental
agreement.  I had barely moved in before the old hag, she was actually
younger than my sixty-one, wanted the painting done right away because she
had someone to rent it.

   I worked three long days to get it done and the new tenant moved in on
the fourth.  I had an appointment with my lawyer about finalizing my
divorce and didn't get home until late that day.  My door was partly
blocked by moving boxes so I knocked on the new tenant's door to get
permission to move them.  A female dressed in lose fitting fatigues five
feet or less in her mid twenties looking very tired opened the door.

   "Yes what is it," she snapped.  "I'm very busy!"

   "I'm sorry Miss but I live across the hall and your boxes are blocking
my door." I spoke slowly with an apologetic tone.

   "Oh yes Mr.  C, the janitor.  You aren't crippled!  Are you?  Just move
them over!" She snorted some unintelligible expletives and slammed her
door. I had wanted to say I'd be glad to help her but...wow I thought, I've
got a veritable cyclone as a neighbour; perhaps though she had just lost it
because of a rough moving day.  My wife had accused me of being snappy with
her, one of the reasons we split; even though she was pretty fair at it
herself and she had always been quick to retort.  I moved a few boxes over
and entered my apartment.

   There was a knock on the door a few minutes later.  I opened it and was
faced with the cyclone again.  "Did you take one of my boxes Mr' C?"

   "Now why would I do that, maybe you should look in the porch down
stairs. I think I saw some there." She stared at me fiercely and scanned
the apartment as if looking for her box.

   "Everything was brought up here the boys said, it couldn't be down
there!"

   "I'll be glad to go down and check for you Miss."

   "It's Mz, Mr.  C, and yes maybe you should and earn your keep!" She
stomped back into her own apartment slamming the door.  I stood for a
minute and absorbed what she had said.  Moving tenants was not in my job
description but maybe just this once; she would probably calm down and
apologise later.  Moving can be taxing.  I walked down the two flights.
There were three boxes there.  I picked up the two top ones and brought
them up and then went right back down for the third.  That was a very heavy
box, containing a TV.  The first two boxes were gone when I got back up so
I knocked on the door.  She opened it wide and motioned me inside.

   Take it in the living room open it up.  It's a brand new twenty-seven
inch.  You can set it on the stand and hook it up; I had the cable
connected so it should work."

   I went along without commenting.  This woman had a strange effect on me.
I had never been bullied like this at home or at work; well maybe in the
army.  I opened the box and set it on the stand looking for the plug-in on
the wall and the cable connection.  "No, no, no what is the matter with you
the cable hooks into the VCR not the TV"

   "I'm sorry Mz.  I'm not very good with these things."

   "Well, just get the damned VCR out of that box over there and set it on
the shelf if you can't figure it out, I'll fuck'n well do it myself!" I did
as she asked and and actually managed to hook it up and turn it on and then
headed for the door.  "Yes, get the remaining boxes and bring them in." I
was heading for my own apartment but went along and brought in the six
boxes.

   "They all go in the bedroom, you know where that is, don't you?"

   "Well I fixed up the place so I think so." I set them on the floor next
to the bed and turned to leave.

   "That's no fuck'n good on the floor; set them on the bed and open them
damn it.  I assume a janitor carries a pocket knife!" I obeyed or that's
the feeling I had and slit them open.  She came back a few minutes later
setting down a hamper.  "Do I have to tell you everything; those boxes are
full of clothes.  There's the closet and there's the dresser.  That box has
dresses, jackets and pants on hangers; heavy things on the left and lighter
things on the right.  Shoes and boots in that box go on the close floor,
sweaters on the shelves, undies in the drawers and so on.  That box has bed
sheets and blankets; might as well do the bed too.  Let's get with the
program." She left for the other room.  "Oh," she yelled "fold the boxes
when you're done and take them to my storage space in the cellar."

   Once again I felt compelled to just leave; why was I taking this?
Hanging the clothes and setting up her shoes was not too bad but the
underwear and brassieres and garter belts that felt weird but also erotic.
I had never touched my wife's under-things and rarely seen them the way she
always managed to hide herself when changing.  I felt very strange and
trancelike and realized that I was developing a semi.  The undies were
mostly soft and silky not at all like her personality.  She was wearing
sloppy fatigues and it was hard to visualize her body in those things.
There were tons of underwear and not enough space in the dresser.  I stood
with a pair of panties trying to decide where to put them when she
surprised me.

   "Why don't you sniff them while you're at it, turns you on does it?"

   "Oh no I...I ...there's no room for anymore.  Where do I ... I mean."

   "You were married; you've seen women's undies before."

   "Well barely...I mean."

   "Aha I see; who were you married to: Queen Victoria?"

   "You might say that," I nodded emphasising my answer.



   "Just leave the rest in a box and I'll find a place later.  I got no
provisions yet why don't you go make us some coffee.  You've got coffee?"

   "Sure, I got cookies too."

   "Good bring it over when you're ready, we'll take a break." When I
returned with a tray she was sitting at the kitchen table typing on a
laptop.

   "Great um, smells good and homemade cookies, you still know how to
cook." It was the first nice thing she'd said.

   "Well that's what I did in the army" I wondered why she said still.  I
pushed a cookie plate close to her computer.  We drank and ate cookies in
silence while she tapped away

   "Well I think that will do for tomorrow's schedules, oh, wait there's
one more.  Listen Mr; C.  go run my bath, that box has towels and bathroom
things in it.  You can unpack while it fills and oh, there bubble bath
stuff somewhere in there too.  I followed her orders in a fog not
understanding why.  She came in just as I finished unpacking.

   "You can undress me now." I stared at her gaping in disbelief.  "What's
wrong Mr' C?" I just stood there frozen, unable to speak.  "You've seen a
naked woman before; I don't have time for nonsense here; I told you to
undress me...now get at it!" I began to fumble with the lower edge of her
top as she sighed impatiently.  She turned as I lifted it off letting me
fumble with the bra hasps; then turning again as I manoeuvred it off her
shoulders and pulled it off exposing two incredible slightly drooping full
breasts.  She caressed and squeezed them forcing the flattened nipples out,
as I got on my knees to remove her pants.  "Fuck'n bra, my tits get
squashed in those cups!  Ah that feels good." I pulled her pants down and
set them aside.  She continued to massage her breast with her eyes closed
as I fumbled with the elastic in her panties.  I pulled them down very
slowly over her bulbous ass and sculptured thighs, drooling over her
luscious flesh.  She lifted each foot as I removed them while fluffing her
pubic hairs with one hand, still massaging one breast with the other.  I
opened the hamper and threw the panties in.  After removing her socks she
stepped into the tub and got down sighing.  "Ah that feels so good."

   "Well I'll be going now Mz." I headed for the door.

   "Not so fast Mr.  C.  Sit down!" She pointed at the toilet.  I supposed
you are wondering why and how I can get away with treating you like a
slave."

   "Well it's sort of...well more than unusual, isn't it?"

   "You see, as of today you are my slave!"

   "Really what makes you think so?"

   "Let me give you the lowdown; I'm a personnel manager with a large
manufacturing company.  I have a sixth sense about people; that's why I'm
good at it." I also know every detail about your personal life.  The
personnel manager with the company you retired from is my main source of
information.  I have read your physiological profile including army
records, which tells me more about you than you know yourself.  I suppose
you are wondering why you didn't object to my demands.  No one except your
drill sergeant at boot camp has ever done that to you before right?"

   "No that's for sure I can't explain it.  I should have refused to bring
up those boxes in the first place.  It's not in my job description."

   "No, but you did it and I knew you would based on your records and the
look in you eyes.  Behind that macho façade lies a pussy cat with a secret
desire to submit to authority.  I am a fuck'n bitch and I enjoy being a
bitch.  Now here's the deal: I am busy not only at work but also at home
with the computer.  I'm a lousy cook and housekeeper; therefore you are
going to cook and keep house for me."

   "Just like that, what are you going to pay me for that?"

   "I said slave, George ...which brings with it certain...shall we say,
fringe benefits plus earned bonuses" She smiled knowingly while caressing
hr breasts, leaving me nearly speechless again.

   "What...what do you mean...fringe benefits and bonuses?"

   "I'll let you know when I'm ready.  Right now go to your apartment and
take a quick shower.  Then come back, dressed in your housecoat, slippers
and nothing else!  Move it!  I don't want to lie in fuck'n tub all night!"

   I showered quickly, my head spinning with a thousand thoughts.  What did
she mean by the pleasure of being her slave?  She couldn't mean sex, or why
else the shower; this was unbelievable.  I was old enough to be her father.
She was still in the tub and stood up when I returned.

   "Wash me George, come on get on with it...there's the soap!"

   "I...I don't see a washcloth...how?

   "I prefer the personal touch George.  First open your robe; let's have a
look at your equipment." I was more than semi hard." What have we got here,
seven inches erect?" I shrugged as she gave me a sharp stare.  "Liar!  what
is it?"

   "Seven and a half."

   "All men measure their meat; don't ever lie to me again George!"

   "No Mz.  I won't." How could she tell I was lying?" She dropped to her
knees in the tub, holding my cock with one hand; then stroking it with the
other like you would a cat.  She actually seemed to be examining my
genitals, lifting and squeezing my balls.  She began frigging me slowly at
first; watching as it hardened and then pushed back my foreskin.  I moaned
and then gasped as she kissed and licked my knob and then swallowed the
entire shaft.  Her eyes were closed now as she just held it there while
fondling my balls.  I don't know how she could breathe; then suddenly she
pulled back and began frigging my shaft faster while holding my knob in her
mouth circling it with her tongue.  I groaned loudly and exploded in her
mouth as she continued to fondle my balls and suck hard on my knob while
noisily gulping down my load.

   "Ah good..." she licked her lips and kissed my knob, then sucked hard
while stroking the shaft; "that was you first blowjob, right" I nodded
watching her as he licked her lips and wiped her teeth with her tongue
while making several contented swallowing motion.  "That was one of your
fringe benefits, George.  You like being a slave now"

   "I...I, well I guess so; I didn't really believe that people actually
did...these things." She rose again and I began to soap her back slowly
rubbing the soap on and then spreading it down over her generous ass
cheeks.

   "Your wife was the only woman you ever had sex with of course." I nodded
while soaping her neck, shoulders and arms before tackling those perfect
and surprisingly firm breasts.  "Missionary style I supposed and not very
often?"

   "Well yes I mean no," I was in another world while my hands groped her
shapely flesh; "less after the children were born and then nearly nothing
after so many years."

   "She thought sex was disgusting right, and you jerked off in the
bathroom." I nodded, for some strange reason not feeling embarrassed at
all, making that intimate confession; it was no use lying to this woman.

   "How often?"

   "Once maybe twice a day," I was baring my soul to this woman as if we
were talking about the weather.

   "Are you sure it wasn't more?" she stared straight into my eyes.

   "Well...well maybe three or four times on a weekend or if she was away
visiting relatives."

   "Not five or six," she stared again.

   "Could be, I've done that I guess; alright one time when I got crazy
horny, eight times in a day."

   "Hm, good sperm production; got a computer for porn?"

   "I don't know anything about computers."

   "So what do you do, buy playboy?"

   "No Mz.  I use my imagination.  You can do it to any woman you want that
way." I finished even her anus and vagina after some prodding.  Then while
she got down to rinse I spread a towel on the floor and she ordered me to
support her as she stepped out.  That was a slaves duty she said; I was
almost sorry to take that glistening shine of her beautiful curves as I
began to dry her.

   "What do you think about my body George?"

   "Wow... you are a goddess Mz.  A brick shit house, as we use to say."

   "You like washing me this body?"

   "I...I yes you've got an unbelievable shape."



   "So I suppose you wonder why I'm not married at twenty-eight."

   "Nope... I mean not because you are not beautiful.  "

   "Ah...you mean my bitchy personality.  You are right there, but it's
also because of my four foot eleven.  What are you five- ten?"

   "And a half."

   "Everybody wants to fuck me or getting blow jobs but that's where it
ends; they want to marry long legged skinny models not chubby midgets"

   "You're not chubby; you're a shapely hourglass goddess, and you're
supposed to say little people now, I have a cousin who is and she says four
foot ten is the cut off."

   "Well just the same I get called midget a lot, mostly behind my back.
There, I'm dry now, lead me to the bedroom.  Like this." She put my right
hand on her right arm and my left on her left shoulder.  You will refer to
me as mistress or madam from now on as long as we are alone, understand?"

   "Yes mistress," we reached the bedroom where she stopped in front of the
bed.

   "Do I have to tell you to pull back the covers?"

   "Sorry mistress," I pulled them back and fluffed the pillow and then
stood back.  She gave me an angry stare and I held her shoulders leaning
her down and then lifted her legs up as she stretched out.  I took a deep
breath drinking in her naked form before tucking her in.

   "Disrobe slave."

   "Yes mistress," I removed my robe and hung it on a chair waiting.

   "Remove my covers," I eagerly obeyed, "take my legs and swing me around
so my cunt is near the edge.  Now lift my legs and spread them wide.  You
have never seen a live cunt up close, have you George?" I shook my head.
"Get on your knees and have a good look.  I got down and stared at that
most sacred female temple while gasping for air.  She pointed to the
various parts naming them, spreading the inner lips with her fingers
exposing that magic entrance.  "Have a closer look," I moved in and was
going to tell her that I couldn't focus that close without my reading
glasses.  Then suddenly her thighs locked around my head and her heels
mashed my face into her warm moist cunt.

   I licked gingerly as she moved my head and her pelvis to where she
wanted my tongue.  I was surprised there were no unpleasant fishy smell, as
some of my buddies had joked about over the years; just a tangy but not
unpleasant taste.  Her gasps and groans soon taught me where her most
sensitive spots were, as her lower body performed unbelievable gyrations
and those soft fleshy thighs opened and closed spasmodically on my head.
Finally she gasped loudly several times and then pushed my head away.

   "I'm done; get up!" I tucked her in and put on my robe.  "That was a
performance bonus; you've earned it tonight.  I leave for work at eight.
Wake me at seven.  I will put on my makeup while you make and serve my
breakfast with whatever you have.  You will then dress me.

   "Mistress, are we going to have regular sex too?"

   "We're not in a so called...relationship" she made the quotation signs
with her fingers.  "There'll never be anything personal or remotely
intimate between us; you're my slave and I'll order you to perform what
ever type of sex act suits me at that moment.  You'll make no suggestions;
ask no questions but obey and perform without reservation, is that clearly
understood?"

   "Yes Mistress, I'm very sorry."

   "Good, you're dismissed, until seven AM."

   "Yes Mistress, goodnight."

   "There's no need for pleasantries; I said dismissed, so you just bow and
get you ass out of here!" She waved me off; I did just that and headed for
my apartment, with a spring in my steps feeling not at all humiliated.  I
would have prostrated and kissed her feet if she'd asked.

   I woke her at seven on the dot, whispering mistress and then carefully
touched her shoulder.  I got a grumpy, "I heard, what's for breakfast!"

   "Eggs any way you want toast, jam, coffee, cereal." I already had her
robe on my arm and held it as she got up and stretched arms above her head,
then after rubbing those beautiful knockers let me fit the robe on her.  I
took a deep breath drinking in her curvy flesh before reluctantly covering
up her luscious body, closing the robe over those beautiful proud breasts
before tying the belt.  She never made eye contact while being dressed.

   "I'll have Toast and coffee this morning," she then pointed in the
closed at what she wanted to wear.  "You will learn to choose my apparel
after a week or so; that's something else I don't want to think about.  My
underwear should be a buzz for a pervert." I thought maybe that statement
was tongue in cheek but with her who knew?  She then headed for the
bathroom, while I certainly got a buzz, fingering those sexy under things.
I already had the coffee on so I did her bed, assuming that was my
responsibility now and then laid out her clothing neatly on the covers,
especially the undies.

   In the kitchen I placed two slices in the toaster without turning it on.
"George," she called, I entered the bathroom, "bring my undies in here you
can fit them on me while I'm doing my hair.  I brought the items she wanted
and got on my knees starting with her panties.  That done, I removed her
robe and tackled the more difficult task of fitting her breasts into their
cups; I was getting a boner while fitting each in, shaking them a little to
make them comfortable.  I hasped the back and pulled the straps here and
there to make sure everything was comfy.  She heaved and twisted her chest;
"that was satisfactory George, you'll get better."



   "Thank you mistress I'm relieved you are satisfied."

   "Well not quite, where's my pantyhose?" I headed for the bedroom and
found a pair." It took quite a while to fit those tricky items on her
sculptured legs and ass; after which I dressed her in the robe again.  I'll
have my toast now; you can finish dressing me later.

   She worked on the laptop while eating and printed out several page.
"There are three pages of instructions for you to read after I leave.  Get
my purse!" I handed it to her and she picked out a Bank Card.  "The pin is
written on that little piece of paper, memorise and destroy it.  You will
use it for shopping; I have printed out a list of what I like to eat.  You
will keep it separate from your own purchases; we will not eat
together...slave!"



   "You really trust me with your bank account?"

   "I wouldn't fuck'n well give it to you, if I didn't George.  Now go wash
that boner you had all morning with cold water; you've earned a bonus point
but I want you back here soft.  I hurried back trying my best to keep it
soft and stood next to her while she typed away.  "Drop your pants and in
the future your morning and evening after eight PM garb will be a robe and
nothing else." I obeyed in a quick hurry as she reached for my balls while
still watching the screen, typing with one hand.  She fondled my bag for a
while and then grasped my cock frigging it to a hard rod.  As my moans
became gasps she turned the laptop off and closing the lid.  She then
swallow my knob while frigging the shaft and fondling my balls, resulting
in a nearly instant eruption.  I groaned with satisfaction as she greedily
swallowed and sucked on my knob devouring every drop; then licking her lips
she tongued and sucked her teeth as before.  "That should hold you for a
while, by the way, as my slave...jerking off is forbidden.  Bring my
clothes to the bathroom while I brush my teeth and finish my makeup."

   I dressed her and went back to find the shoes she wanted to wear.  She
was disconnecting the printer and packing the laptop in its case while I
was on my knees fitting her shoes, telling me that in the future that was
my job a well.

   "You'll have my supper ready at six-fifteen sharp...slave.  Make sure
you read the three pages of instructions during the day." She then left
without saying a word.

   I cleaned up and brought the pages to my own apartment.  My place had a
small ten by ten room with windows on three sides, the top part of a tower
in these old houses.  There were just room for my lazy-boy, a bookshelf and
a floor lamp.  I settled in to study my orders.  The first page was a list
of food she liked and how it should be prepared.  I was to buy whatever
groceries necessary and then just choose a meal from the list myself.  The
second was a schedule of estimated laundry days and instruction as to the
different materials; some to be hand washed and some air dried; how often
the bedding should be changed; how often the floors should be washed, the
bathroom cleaned etc.  The list went on and on, this woman was an
organizational freak.

   The third page was a surprise: I was to go to the library and borrow two
books on the art of the sensual massage; she had included the tittles and
authors.  I was to study the books and apply what I learned.  Closing my
eyes I tried to get my head around a surreal situation; I was now also to
be a masseuse in addition to my servant and sex-slave status to a beautiful
young woman.

   My cock began to rise just thinking about those fringe benefits, she was
using me like a lap dog doing tricks for a bone.  Then her command not to
masturbate flashed in to my mind; she would read me like a book.  I was
being used in return for sex but who benefited the most?  I was getting
laid, sort of and with a woman less than half my age, a brick shit house at
that.

   I opened my eyes and scanned the park across the road; people walking
Their dogs; children playing; the roar of an unseen truck shifting gears.
My erection subsided and I got out of that comfortable chair to get busy
earning my benefits and bonus points.

   To be contiued


                        Apartment Slavery
                            Part II
                           by Reavan


        She arrived for supper on time; I had every thing done including a
couple of chapters in the library books. I had the advantage of a
year of massage therapy due to an on the job injury some time back.

        There was no hello or acknowledgement of my existence from her just
some muted cursing about the traffic and some idiot she had dealt
with at work; more or less as if she was talking to herself.

        I served her supper and stood next to her like a good waiter. She
pointed at her laptop case sitting on a chair near the door and then
at a spot on the table near her plate. I struggled with the latches
and then set it where she had pointed. She gave me an impatient look,
motioning for me to open the lid. I did and then stood back while she
turned it on and began reading and typing while taking the occasional
bite. After a while she began to rotate her neck as if trying to
relieve stress. Without being ordered I placed my hands on her
shoulders and began to massage her. She groaned with pleasure and
continued to work while eating.

        After finishing she motioned for me to follow her to the bedroom and
indicated that she had to be undressed. I stripped her naked and when
she looked down on her tits and then at my hands; I remembered and
massaged them from behind the way she had done herself. Getting too
close, my bulge touched her by mistake.

        "You just lost a bonus point slave; control yourself, don't ever rub
your cock on me without permission." I knew better than making
excuses and fitted her robe then fastened the belt before fitting her
slippers. She then left the room leaving me to put things away. She
was sitting on the couch with her feet on a foot stool watching TV
when I finished.

        "Bring in my laptop and then clean up the kitchen; that done you're
dismissed until nine-thirty when you will run my bath. That's all!"
She spoke without looking at me waving me out of the room. "Oh wait a
minute there's a package in my briefcase with two communicators and
the batteries, make them work and bring one in here." I found the
case and cut the two units out of their plastic Fort-Knox' and
installed the batteries. I brought her the laptop and the one unit.
"If I say `testing' in this thing, you just say OK and get in here
pronto; never say anything else." She waved me off.

        "Very well mistress, as you wish."

        "There's no need to reply when I dismiss you George, I've already
told you that once! Just bow and leave." I did and left for my chores
trying mentally to control my semi. She either didn't take notice of
the bulge or didn't want to.

        About an hour later back in my apartment I heard `testing' on the
walkie-talkie; I said `OK' and reported to my mistress.

        "I'll have tea and a couple cookies." I bowed and went to the kitchen
boiling the water and then found a serving tray with folding legs
setting it where she could reach. She was watching TV and working on
the laptop and picked up the cup tasting a zip. I bowed and turned to
leave.

        "Where do you think you're going George?"

        "I'm sorry I just thought." She cut me off.

        "You take orders George; I do the thinking here; on your knees
slave!" I obeyed and watched her sip her tea and nibble at the
cookies very slowly and deliberate while dividing her time between the
TV and the computer during commercials. It must have been about
fifteen minutes before she pointed at the empty cup and plate and
waved my out.

        I went back to my apartment and decided to study the massage books.
Getting absorbed by the subject matter, I forgot about the time. The
unit startled me with `testing'. I didn't bother answering but rushed
in and began to fill the tub. When done I walked in and informed my
mistress that her bath was ready.

        "I suppose you have an excuse George?"

        "I'm very sorry but I was studying the books you ask me to read."

        "Silence slave," she interrupted, "that's three demerit points." She
rose and walked into the bathroom and stood there waiting for me to
remove her robe. I hung it up, removed her slippers and then held her
arms guiding her into the tub. She pointed at the floor next to the
tub and I fell to my knees waiting for her to soak. She stood up
after about ten minutes, letting me soap her. She didn't want to wear
the robe after I dried her; I draped it over my arm and guided her
luscious naked body to the bedroom. She got on the bed right away on
her back with her eyes closed while I stood waiting getting a huge
bone on. "Alright, let's see what you have learned from those books."


        I began to work on her body starting at her feet then up those soft
fleshy thighs her stomach and breasts.

        "There's no tension in my knockers, pervert!" I apologized and
continued with her neck and arms. She turned over and I worked her
body especially her thick thighs and globular cheeks while breathing
deeply, sporting a huge hard on.

        She never opened her eyes or gave me any indication that she enjoyed
it.  When I thought it was enough I stood back and waited worried now
that I would explode in my robe. She got out of bed and pointed at her
robe. After I fitted it on her she went to the couch and I stood by
her waiting with my bulge. You are dismissed for the evening
George; I'll ask you tomorrow night if you jerked off." She shook her
head with a fierce look in her eyes. I got the message loud and clear
and bowed, leaving with my rod ready to burst.

        Its one thing to see a beautiful woman you can't have but to see her
naked, wash and then massage her juicy flesh is murder. I had made one
mistake and she cut me off or I assume she did, maybe it wasn't her
night anyway. Fortunately there was an interesting science
program on PBS and I got my mind off her flesh for a while.

        That was a tough night most of it spend with a hard on and not much
sleep. Up until yesterday I had accepted life without a woman and
masturbated but now that I had some real sex and with a young
beautiful woman at that, everything was different. She had me by the
balls and I'd do anything to please her.

        I got her up in the morning, fed and dressed her with no errors. She
left for work as before without saying a word. I might as well just be
a chair or a table to her, except when she decided to reward me, then
I became at least a used human. I spend the entire day doing
things for her; going to the laundry-mat, not the least embarrassed by
what I was washing and drying. I wouldn't have been caught dead in the
past washing women's underwear in public. I scrubbed the floors,
cleaned the kitchen and bathroom until every thing sparkled even
though it wasn't on the schedule.

        I also got time to read a few more chapters, hoping of course to make
my skills irresistible.

I undressed her as soon as she got home and fitted her robe and
slippers. I relieved the stress of the brassiere in her tits with both
hands like yesterday but I might as well have been a robot; there were
no signs on her face conceding to my existence. After she ate her
supper that surpassed my own gourmand standards she turned to look me
in the eyes.

        "What is it George you look nervous; did you jack off last night?"
Her stare became fierce like my sergeant grilling me at booth camp.

        "No mistress I did not." Her eyes bored right into my brain. She
clicked a few keys on the laptop, while I stopped breathing, and then
concluded the interrogation.

        "Alright I believe you," I let out a deep sigh of relief. She then
gave me a stiff uncommitted smile, "I'll have the usual in the living
room." I brought in her coffee, the laptop and the Walkie-talkie, and
then turned on the TV, leaving the remote where she could reach and
dropped to my knees. When finished drinking she pointed at the cup and
waved me off.

        I finished my chores in the kitchen and returned to her side on my
knees. She waited about five minutes and then waved me off.
"Nine-thirty George do you think you can remember?"

        "Yes mistress, I got up and bowed deeply and left for my apartment. I
was so nervous that I walked the floor for hours and there was no
call for tea like yesterday. By nine O'clock I was soaked with sweat;
I took a shower and stood looking at the clock until nine-thirty.

        I ran her bath and washed her body; while I was drying her she looked
at my bulge. I heard your shower running before, why?"

        "I was sweaty, mistress."

        "Why in the world would you be sweaty at this hour?"

        "Nerves mistress I was walking the floor all evening." There was no
point lying to her and it made no difference; she had an agenda
controlling me and thrived on my desperation for her body.

        "So you think you'll get it tonight George?" She smiled that
noncommittal smile of hers.

        "I'm your slave mistress I can only hope," she grasped my bulge for a
moment making me gasp and then put on that, you don't exist face
again, while I finished drying her. She didn't want to wear the robe
and let me guide her naked body to the bedroom. My cock was straining
in my robe. I looked down watching her tits quiver as we walked. She
sat down on the edge of the bed and kneaded her breasts ignoring my
existence for a while.

        "Disrobe slave," she spoke slowly without looking at me. I hung my
robe on a chair and waited standing there with an iron hard erection.
"I suppose you would like to massage my body slave," her words came
out throaty while she stood up and stroked her stomach and thighs and
then ran her fingers through her bush.

        "Of course mistress, you're word is my command, I was breathing
sporadically by now, my cock ready to explode. She sat down again and
motioned me close. My cock was now a few inches from her face. She
looked up at me licking her lips.

"Your cock look delicious slave, may I suck on it?"

        "My mistress does not have to ask," I began to tremble in frustration
as my cock throbbed wildly pulling back the foreskin half way.

        "Come now George why is your knob not exposed, aren't you horny?" I
strained, gasping and jerking my pelvis doing the impossible as the
foreskin slipped behind the knob. She reached for my bag with one
hand and fondled it gently for an eternity and teasingly licked knob
while her other hand grasped my shaft frigging it ever so slowly. I
exploded in her mouth groaning ecstatically as she gulped down my
load; making the savouring, um sounds of someone relishing a gourmet
meal. I could barely stand with the rush as she sucked almost
desperately and then smacked and licked her lips. I couldn't believe
it, she actually feasted on my semen; my mistress was a connoisseur of
cum. I had always thought that if women really did suck men off, they
would spit it out and gargle after.

        She got on the bed lying flat on her back with her eyes closed still
licking her lips while breathing deeply, almost as she was savouring a
climax. Was it possible that she would never let me have actual
intercourse with me? Did this woman have some kind of a semen fetish?
I waited probably ten minutes before she turned over on her stomach. I
took that as an order to begin her massage. I did her entire body and
then waited but she didn't turn over so I repeated the entire
routine. This time she turned over with her eyes close; I took my
time working every part, kneading stroking and tapping her delicious
flesh. When I finished she finally spoke.

        "Slave, tongue-bathe your mistress; do every inch of my body but
never touch my face!" That must have been in a chapter I didn't read
yet, but how could I go wrong and how could I not relish such a job. I
loved her body and starting with her toes nearly all of her entire
body was now mine to kiss and lick. It must have been a half hour
before I covered everything. I even took a chance and began to lick
and suck her tits with no complaints; leaving only her face and
crotch the latter I assumed was last. I was right she finally pointed
at the floor and then arranged her body at the edge with her fleshy
thighs spread wide.

        She had been still during the entire licking session but now on my
knees I watched her pelvis rock and heard her breathing become
laboured, even before my lips made contact. She raised her ass
displaying her anus; at this point nothing surprised or turned me
off. I played my tongue in her rose until she lowered her ass again
and dug her fingers into my hair forcing my lips and tongue into her
wet cunt. She gasped and threw her legs around me, her heels pounding
my back, as I sucked and licked in her delicious crack. She came
quickly moaning loudly and then pushed me away and rolled on her
back. I sat there on my knees watching her at first nearly gasping for
breath; that invitingly beautiful body her chest and stomach
heaving. My cock began to throb as she lay there being beautiful and
unattainable, unless she issued an order.

        I lost track of time, it was maybe half an hour before she opened her
eyes turned her head and looked at my stiff cock with an indifferent
expression. She said nothing closed them again and spread her thighs
wide, lifting her pelvis slightly several times. I didn't know what to
do.

        "I'm sorry mistress but is that a signal for intercourse?"

        "Quiet slave, you are spoiling the moment...but yes; get on with it!"
Finally, I carefully mounted her and fitted my cock into her
unbelievable tight cunt for the first time. I gasped and sighed with
pleasure, very slowly working it into the hilt. "Good slave but now
stop, don't you dare move unless I order you to and don't hold your
weight on your elbows." I let go resting my full weight on her body
while kissing her neck and shoulder; that was new for me all I heard
in my marriage was: you're too heavy! I lay there my cock throbbing
inside her body; incredibly her cunt began to throb squeezing and
nearly jerking my cock. He arms and legs wrapped around me holding me
with incredible strength while her pelvis jerked and her cunt
performed magic tricks inside. My cock was being jerked and squeezed
in an unbelievable manner. Then suddenly she rolled us both over and
she rode me like a bronco, a new position for me; this woman had to be
in charge.

        "Now slave! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! I matched her motions in the
most incredible sex act I had ever experience, of course having only
experienced a motionless wife maybe this was normal. She climaxed
moaning loudly, rolling off and in a wink had my cock in  her mouth
jerking it violently with one hand while the other tickled my balls
until my load splashed into her mouth and was gulped down her
insatiable throat.

        She stretched out next to me licking her lips and teeth again as if
she was savouring every drop of cum.

        "Get a damp towel slave!" I rushed to the bathroom running the tap
for a while not wanting demerit points for using cold water.
Returning I carefully towelled her entire body, starting with the
neck. She moved to accommodate me, spreading her thighs wide, lifting
her arms and turning over until every square inch of her beautiful
fleshy body was refreshed. I took my time savouring every second but
all good things come to an end, I tucked her in and stood up, getting
a closed eyed turn of her head meaning: get out.

        After cleaning everything up I walked to my apartment feeling like a
sex machine should feel after a successful performance. It was of
course her performance; I was merely a vending machine she operated to
satisfy her craving for semen; her order the coin, me the
dispenser and my semen the selection.


        I read an article once, about a rich man who paid lactating mothers
to bottle their milk for him. He believed it would keep him young or
some other benefit for his health. I wondered if she had a similar
reason or was it just a fetish. Whatever it the reason I was the
benefactor regardless of my slave status.

        She blew me again in the morning before leaving and I got to work to
make sure that no demerit points would accumulate.

        As the days and weeks went by I made very few mistakes. She always
managed to find something however but the penalties were always
applied against me having intercourse with her or even eating her
out; never against the blowjobs which became regular twice a day and
three or four times on weekends if she was there. She of course
sensed that coitus was my ultimate goal; a bonus awarded no more than
three times a week. It became easier after a few weeks to contain my
lust while washing, dressing or undressing her and the undies became
just clothing.

        Getting my hands on her in a sexual way was another story and she
knew it. Sometimes after massaging her she would lie there for a long
time breathing deeply undulating her body, then spread her thighs
slightly, raise her pelvis but then slam her thighs together meaning
no sex for George. Occasionally she would do that three of four times
while I stood there naked sporting a huge bone desperate to jump her,
only to get that sideways head nod or hand wave, meaning get out. A
couple of times she changed her mind and called me on the
walkie-talkie. After the first time I made sure to place that item
close by on her night table.

        "When I did get to screw her she would go wild and I wondered why she
didn't want it more often. Though eventually I reasoned that the
wilder her performance the sooner she would get to savour my
mouth-watering ejaculation.

        Another way she allowed penetration sex was doggie style; the first
time she got in that position I just stood there and she had to shout
"Get on with it; fuck me slave!" That was a first time position for
me. I began to realise that she was as addicted to swallowing my
semen as I was desperate for her body. She needed it as much as I
needed her but I was the slave.

        No matter what position or what kind of sex we had, she never allowed
me to kiss her on the lips or face. Like she said from the start;
there would never be anything personal or intimate about our
relationship, we were master and slave with only one purpose: her
sexual gratification. My pleasure was incidental and except for the
blow jobs had to be earned.

        I studied the massage books in my cozy little tower room until I knew
them by heart before returning them to the library. My days were full
keeping her apartment spotless, the laundry, the shopping and her
meals. I borrowed some cook book and made sure that all her meals
were gastronomic delights.

        For someone who had never given women's fashion a thought; I learned
to select her daily attire without ever getting a complaint. Her
whole life was her career; everything else was taken care of by me.

        From the time she came home in the evening until she left in the
morning the only decision she had to make was when and how often she
wanted sex. I of course provided that for her; most of the time
without a word being spoken. We were like actors in a silent movie
without the exaggerated facial expression. Her body language told me
how she wanted to be serviced and I would then perform like a trained
monkey. That's what I was, except I never uttered a sound. I was more
like a shadowy figure she did not pay attention to except for the
blow jobs. Even that was just a routine for her, like taking medicine
for a cold. After breakfast I would open my robe and stand near her
chair trying not to have an erection.  She would turn when ready and
blow me while expertly fondling my balls sometimes scratching the
sensitive area near my anus even fingering my rose, anything to get
and swallow her medicine as quickly as possible.

there was no need for me to wash after; her lips and tongue cleansed,
sterilized and vacuumed my cock spic and span by the time she was
done. After she savoured the taste for a while, her eyes closed almost
trancelike while licking her lips and sucking her teeth before she got
up to wash her hands. She actually brushed her teeth as soon as she
got up, not after blowing me.

        I towelled her hands and then fit whatever coat and shoes the outside
temperature required. Lastly I packed up the laptop and hand it to her
with the briefcase. She always left without saying a word or
making eye contact. After closing the door behind her I had time to
sit down for a while and savour my climax before getting to work
earning my benefits and those all important bonuses.

        There was no use speculating on how long this reality show would last
and I tried not to think about it. Every new day to me was just one
more day of sexual gratification, provided I had no demerit points.
With her dominant and bitchy personality no one in her age group
would probably ever marry her, so my earthly paradise could possibly
last until I got too old to perform Eventually maybe with the help of
those little blue pills; or not.

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