Decent into Slavery, Part IV

Part 4: Alese

Everything had happened so fast once we met Roxanne. It was a time of great change, with me finishing grad school, meeting James, whom I thought would be my permanent "Dom", and moving to DC.

Of course we're still "together" and I still do "love" him, but in a completely different way than before; and I never suspected that we would evolve into the submissive couple we've become; owned heart and soul by a wonderful and talented Dominant woman and her husband.

I admit I was surprised when he confessed his secret desire to submit as a slave. It was off-putting at first, but clearly, I came to realize that that didn't diminish the strong, intelligent man I had fallen in love with; it was just who he was; and it meant our love would be different.

My other surprise was how much I could love another woman, and equally love being her "property".

That first month after we moved in was an exciting time; both of us learning our places as servants and slaves. We both had to adjust to our new jobs and the new location of course, but when we came home to Miss Roxanne's lovely home in the Northern Virginia countryside, we also had to adjust to our new lives as "owned" slaves.

It was much more of an adjustment for James, of course, to learn his place, and to get used to total control over his sex as he was locked in chastity from that very first day, and not allowed out except for occasional "reward", and only then if he’d been very good!

I actually enjoyed him in that way, because he became much more thoughtful, sensitive and loving. We slept together sometimes too, more like two girls really, since "stubby" as he's called, has had to mostly abandon the thoughts and desires of a male; sexually at least.

I am often called upon to service Miss in her bed; a duty that I shared with Miss' other slave, Jennifer, and of course James. Most recently I am called to serve Master Peter, Miss Roxanne’s husband, who lives in NYC, but visits frequently. I have grown to love him so much; it’s hard for me to completely wrap my mind around it. It is just so comforting to be "owned" and in my proper place, for good.

And stubby has become SUCH an attentive oral lover, since that's his primary sexual role for Mistress, me, and even the males she orders him to pleasure. It was a shock to see him on his knees servicing another man that first time, but I was amazed at how hot it was for me to watch. It seems natural now though.

For the most part, unless I'm being punished, I'm also allowed to use his now very practiced tongue - usually so eager because he's always horny, but also because he’s learned as a submissive to enjoy giving pleasure, much like a girl, rather than the normal way of selfish boys. And since he’s not allowed to have sex as a normal man, it’s fallen to me to "teach" him to enjoy sexual pleasure as a woman; by being penetrated; and he’s taken to that so well too! He didn’t like the "strap-on" at first, but after a few weeks it was amazing how he would beg for it! Now, when given permission during that weekly session, I love "taking" him, making him moan, which is really fun. Mistress told me confidentially that this sort of training is to make him associate anal penetration with pleasure, so that eventually, he will accept it as his primary sexual role. It also makes him much more docile and accepting of his place. I can see that already it’s working. He is much more like a girl psychologically than a man now, which has pleased Mistress greatly.

I still love him so much, and realize every day how much he gives of himself; just not in the way we had before. We don’t get to have "normal" sex, of course, but what we do have is so special, and much better than before. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true.

As owned slaves, both of us have given ourselves entirely to our Miss, and would never disobey or do anything to compromise that sacred bond, not that James ever could since he is always locked. We never thought we could love so much, and when allowed, honestly, cum much harder than I ever imagined. I can't really explain it, but to say it's just at a completely different level than anything before. Again, it's much harder for little James and other sub boys, because they are "rewarded" much less frequently, at least in the way they used to. That's just the way it has to be.

That first party was the first time we were made fully aware of what Miss expected of us. It was the first time I met Master, and of course it was the first time little j learned how he was to be rewarded, in exactly the same manner as all the other submissive boys in Miss' group of friends. In all ways, it was a real evening to remember.

After I met Master, and poor little James had to worship his incredible cock that first time right there in the foyer as guests walked by, Peter brought me into the party and introduced me to several of his friends. I felt so very special, and immediately connected with him; so handsome and manly. He kept me close to him the entire time, cupping my bare ass with his hand and occasionally dipping his finger inside me from behind, which just felt amazing; although I’m sure I was blushing like mad being introduced to compete strangers almost completely naked and being fondled that way. It was so hot though.

After a short while, knowing that I had other duties like the other submissive girls, he pulled me in close, kissing me deeply, then told me to find him as soon as all the guests had arrived, because he wanted to "meet me" properly, which from the big hard bulge pressing against me, obviously meant that he was going to fuck me. I couldn’t wait! He then gave me a slap on the ass and sent me back to the entrance to perform my role as greeter.

I was prepared for the other sub boys and girls, and had been coached regarding my duties; minding the sub boys, and serving the Mistresses and Masters. I was a little surprised though, by the group of 5 or 6 young submissive males, like Enrique, who are given special privileges because of their size and sexual talents.

Once I had taken my place back at the entrance, I saw the first one, an incredibly handsome tall young man, blonde and blue eyed, and about 20, named Jason. Mistaking him as a Master, I curtseyed, but surprisingly, he just put his hands behind his back, and said he was one of the "subs", which I naturally didn’t understand, and stood there dumbly; at which time, thank heavens, Jennifer took him by the arm and led him to the den off the hall where he was stripped and fitted with a leather "sensory deprivation hood".

Again, I was dumbstruck because when she took his pants off, out flopped one of the biggest cocks I’d ever seen

Jennifer just laughed and explained that she had nicknamed these lovely men "stud boys" who were all submissive, but had exceptionally large cocks. She said they must be at least 7 inches in length and thick in order to qualify, but some of them are much bigger; over 8-9 inches.

That first time, I just couldn’t stop staring at his hard body and glorious penis while she completed his "outfit" with a thick, black leather collar. His cock was so long, and droopy; very pale, in contrast with his bronze skin above his tan line; with heavy folds of skin not quite covering the pink colored head. I thought Enrique was big, but he was several inches longer at least!

She again took him by the arm and led him into the large parlor, where Enrique, and a similarly hooded boy stood against a wall, waiting.

I learned that while the studs are naked during events and do wear collars and wrist or ankle cuffs like the sub boys, the protocol requires that although they are often not bound, they must still keep their hands behind their backs and not touch any Mistress unless requested.

Of course, since they are also hooded they can’t see or hear anything, so as a result they are always attended by a sub girl or Mistress. As one may expect, they are a big favorite among the Mistresses and guests.

Before we left him, Jennifer caressed his cock and balls for several minutes, honestly making my mouth water, leaving him with a rigid, 10 incher! Would I get to have that? Jenn told me that I surely would at one point or another! Just as we walked away two Dommes walked up and led him away, each taking an arm on either side.

We hurried back to the entrance again. At that point Miss met a new Mistress at the door that she had apparently invited. Standing behind her, we both quickly curtsied, and looked down.

She led her friend into the foyer where the subbie boys knelt, gesturing to Jennifer and me to follow.

What I didn't realize at that moment was the friend was Tricia, a long ago flame of James, when he lived in DC a few years prior. Apparently, she was a former submissive girl he had dumped thoughtlessly, and Miss had purposely cultivated a friendship with her, and piqued her interest in the group. We had been instructed to make her feel special and help her to enjoy herself.

As they approached the row of subbie boys, Miss Tricia listened attentively as Miss explained their role.

"Oh dear, what a lovely little reception line to greet us. I AM impressed Roxanne!" Miss T remarked, smiling.

"Yes, these are the few unattached submissive boys that we allow, and they do serve proudly, and of course are used in any manner we wish. They live for it! Look at their little stiffies!"

Sure enough, all 4 sub boys penises remained at attention. Both women laughed heartily.

"And I believe you know our little James!"

At that moment, Miss Tricia's eyes went wide,

"Oh my God...James?" she said, hand to her mouth!? James is one of these...these slaves?"

At that moment, poor little James, shocked, looked up, blushed deeply and sure enough, tried to raise up, forgetting about the hobble chain connecting his genitals to his ankles.

"Going somewhere little James?" Ms Roxanne laughed at his predicament.

Visibly shaken, James settled back down, as Miss Tricia took it all in, a smile broadening on her face.

Then Miss delivered the coupe de grace;

"And he is a good little cocksucker too!"

"Oh my God, that's impossible!" remarked Miss T, "Really?"

Just at that moment, Mistress nodded to a big, overweight man wearing a suit with a shiny bald head who had been standing by the doorway, speaking with a very tall, elegantly dressed black man.

"You're going to love this", she told Tricia.

Mistress greeted him warmly, kissing him on the lips. She obviously knew him well. "Thomas! It’s so good that you could make it."

The big man, introduced his friend, a Kenyan named Malik, newly arrived in the United States to Miss and her friend.

I heard Miss lean in and whisper to Miss Tricia, that she had invited the African, Mr. Mobuto because she had heard from Thomas that he had a huge, "scary big" cock and that Malik was also bi-sexual. They both laughed as the two large men looked on puzzled, but Miss Tricia seemed particularly intrigued, and gave the black man a long look, smiled broadly, and took him by the arm.

At the mention of Thomas’ name I also immediately knew who he was; Mistress’ former Dom whom she had met soon after breaking with James way back when; after he had mentored her in the lifestyle. James made no secret of his dislike for the big, overweight man, never considered him remotely qualified to be a dominant, and was hurt that Roxanne had chosen to be with him. If course, she met and married Peter not long after, but this was an old wound. James also thought that Thomas was gay; since he was known for being bi-sexual, and being a little homophobic, disliked him all the more.

"It’s great to see you Roxy; and thank you for inviting me; but look what who we have here; the former "pretend" Dom, with his little dick for all to see!"

Thomas laughed heartily, while James looked miserable there on his knees. I think he would have run away but for the hobble between his genital collar and his ankles, keeping him there and I’m sure he was considering using his "safe word" to escape, but that would mean Mistress would surely kick him out of our household. She expected him too accept his training, and his new place in her family fully.

"Yes, he is our good little boy now" Mistress beamed, patting him on the head, and they continued to chat for several minutes, catching up on what they had been doing. Thomas was involved in the fetish business, running a well-known club in Baltimore, which is where he had met Mobuto.

In the middle of her conversation, though, Miss Roxanne paused, smiled and said in a charming tone,

"Oh, would you like a blow-job? James is VERY well trained now!"

Miss Tricia nearly spit up her cocktail on the foyer floor in shock.

Thomas laughed, "Oh I would love one, and will savor a nice, long, relaxing blow job a little later, but it would be great to get a little preview right now" he said, unbuttoning his suit, unzipping his pants and taking out his long, fat cock that was already quite hard; right there with a foyer full of people. He had obviously been anticipating the offer.

There is something so dirty and direct about a man taking out his cock and presenting it to a sub on her (or in this case his) knees. I had done it many times, but it wasn’t until that moment, when I looked at Thomas’ leering face looking down at poor James, that I realized the full, humiliating impact; that of Master claiming slave; insisting that the latter lovingly suck his cock and forever accept his position, on his knees.

His large stomach hanging over his belt, Thomas stepped forward, until the head of his swollen cock was only a few inches in front of James' mouth. For a moment, he hesitated.

Still enjoying herself, Tricia remarked,

"He doesn't look like he wants it!"

She giggled at his humiliation and looked up at Malik, who looked on with a very interested expression.

Miss Roxanne gushed, "Oh of course he does, and he’s my good little cocksucker." She said, smoothing James short hair and lightly pushing his head forward. "Show everyone what a good boy you are stubby!"

Master Thomas only stared down at him and smiled, rubbing the head across James' lips, painting them shiny with the viscous pre-cum that had gathered at the slit of the very large, oddly shaped head of his cock which I thought sort of resembled an apple.

With a resigned, miserable look, James stretched his mouth around it and began to suck.

Miss said plainly, "That's it little James, polish the knob; use your tongue."

"Hoy crap, he's blowing him. I would never have believed it if I hadn't seen it" Tricia said, leaning in, wide eyed; then added,

"Can he take more?" she asked coyly, to both Mistress and Master Thomas.

"Oh Trisha, you're SO wicked".

"And yes, he's been trained to deep throat, but on a slightly smaller cock" Miss said.

"Well, after all, he DID push me down on his little dick way back when AND made me swallow!" Tricia said, giggling again just as Master Thomas place his palm on the back of his head, shoving him down on the shaft until he gagged and pulled back up.

"Oh I love that!" Tricia smiled wide, can you do it again?"

"Sure, but you have to break in new slaves a little more slowly" Thomas added, "Eventually he’ll be able to take it all, but probably not tonight. Yet, we must train him when we have the chance."

Thomas took his cock out of stubby's mouth and slapped him hard across the face, holding him by the short leash attached to the thick bright leather pink collar locked around his neck.

"You can't coddle a slave Tricia, You've got to teach them to obey", he said, showing off a bit, then slapped him again.

"Suck harder slave, and much more eagerly, do you understand? Eager cock sucking!"

James nodded and looked down saying nothing, clearly not satisfying Master Thomas so he slapped him again several times, holding him fast by his leash. James could only take it; and return to his submissive, eyes down position.

Thomas then asked for the cane from Miss Roxanne and gave James several hard strokes across the ass and thighs. James writhed back and forth, trying, but finding it impossible to escape the fiery cane, his wrists bound behind him and held fast by his leash, totally controlled by this Master. Finally he began to beg.

"Please Sir, please, I'll do better"!

Still Thomas was unsatisfied and continued to stroke his ass with the long, thin cane while instructing him.

"Suck-More-Eagerly-and-ALWAYS-Call-Me-Master!"

The bright red welts were rising quickly on James’ skin, and I’m sure it stung like hell. He obediently began to whine in a high, submissive voice as he had been taught. Mistress had told him that he was to sound like a "little pussy" if he expected mercy from a Dom/Domme.

"Yes Master, I will, I will, please".

I could see that Thomas was exacting his revenge for James' earlier behavior toward Miss Roxanne, when she chose him, making him grovel excessively to obey, humiliating himself totally and completely.

He really wasn’t a real man anymore, I thought. A real man with manly pride would have simply uttered his safe word and walked away from this disgusting, fat man. At that moment I had no attraction for him at all. It was all so confusing to me. I could only see that big red apple cock head that James had sucked.

It was only later that I realized that in embracing his submissive desire, James needed to be stripped of all male dignity and serve his "betters" in obedience to, and love for his Mistress. It was difficult for me to completely understand at that time, and I have to admit that I was a little disgusted, but I’ve come to realize that male submissives really aren’t at all different than females - we are the same. For some reason, we all need to be degraded and humiliated; and to be used by our Master/Mistress. It is one way we express our love; through this sacrifice and obedience. It’s also somehow hard-wired into our submissive minds and makes us orgasm like nothing else.

It was even more difficult for James than others, since he had lived the life of a dominant male; and loved it. I was sure then and now that he is far more dominant than submissive, but in choosing his slave side, he had forfeited the other, and Mistress was intent on tearing it out of him. I’m not sure if he realized that in the beginning, but that was the reality and I know he struggled with it. I guess that I was saddened seeing that part of him torn away; but this was the decision he had made.

Finally satisfied, Master Thomas offered stubby his cock again and this time he took it eagerly, sucking loudly and moaning around it like a little slut. Master Thomas looked pleased and put one hand behind his head"

"Ok, now relax your throat" he said, pushing his cock once again deep into his mouth, once again making him gag.

"Good boy! Concentrate! Now use your tongue on the head!"

"Oh I love that" Miss Tricia said.

Again and again, Thomas thrust into stubby's throat getting a little farther, and lasting a little longer each time before his gag reflex kicked in.

"That's it boy, you're getting better; try to swallow the cock." he smiled as James struggled, loudly sucking that fat cock head as eagerly as he could, saliva dripping down from his chin in long strands.

Look up at me", he ordered, and as James did so, looking up with pleading, slave eyes, Master Thomas held his nose closed, causing him to gasp for air around his cock. Everyone laughed.

"That’s it boy! Suck! Suck like the little whore that you were born to be!"

"Imagine that he pretended to be a Dom!" Thomas said as stubby gasped, slurping and sucking him like mad while looking up at him like a little puppy.

Tricia leaned in close to stubby's face as he disgraced himself on Thomas' cock.

"Gawd, look at him suck now! I can't believe that I accepted him as my Dom and even sucked his little dick way back when!" she said, reaching down and hardened him with her fingertips. "Now look at him!"

"And he's as hard as hard gets." She said.

"I think he's a little gay sub now, don't you think" she giggled. " I think you’ve turned him into a little homo!"

I remember thinking that it was also hard to believe that I had once obeyed James as my Master, and felt a little upset with him for leading me on as he did for so long, knowing that he had this sub side. I was glad that Master Thomas was teaching him a lesson, and making him pay. I was also very, very turned on by his humiliation and couldn't help myself from surreptitiously touching myself a little; and I was sopping wet!

"We'll if he's not, he will sure get used to serving Gay cock, I can tell you that!", Mistress Roxanne said.

Tricia was fascinated, watching James take a little more each time, saliva flowing down Master Thomas’ smooth, shaven balls. I thought it was hot too, seeing him so humiliated, having to suck this man that he really disliked.

"Wow, look at him slobber all over it".

"Will we make him swallow the load...oh please!"

"Not quite yet Tricia", Thomas laughed again, "I'm saving it for later; and since I haven’t had any lately I’ll have a nice big load for him to swallow."

"Oh goody, I can't wait".

At that point, Thomas withdrew his cock and gave him a few more slaps across the face, back and forth, taunting him,

"He will make a good little cocksucker, just as you promised" he said, smiling. " Of course he’ll need more training. I think I’ll call him "sugar lips"! Everyone laughed!

After that Miss suggested that we bring Master Thomas and Malik back into the main salon, but asked Tricia if she would enjoy keeping James on a leash as her "pet" for the remainder of the evening.

"I would love it Roxanne, thank you!" Tricia beamed.

Roxanne gestured to me, and in a moment, James had been fitted with a pair of ears and had his anal plug replaced with a similar device that sported a "doggy tail" that curved up and over his ass.

"He looks so cute", Tricia remarked as it was inserted, and I handed his leash to her.

Both Miss and Tricia had fun making James obey as her new pet.

"Wag your tail puppy", Miss commanded him, and tugged on his leash, which he did to the laughter of everyone.

"Now bark one for yes, and two for no, ok puppy? No talking or you’ll get punished."

"Do you want to get caned?"

BARK! stubby responded, wagging for emphasis.

"Good boy! Do you want to be rewarded later?"

"BARK BARK", "BARK BARK" poor little stubby responded again in the affirmative, little tail wagging.

"Do you want to suck more cock?"

"BARK"!

"Well, we'll have to see about that!" Roxanne laughed along with everyone. "At the very least Sir Thomas must have his nice long blowjob!"

Miss gave him a swat from her riding crop on his ass, then handed it to Tricia.

Tricia was ecstatic, cropping poor James, making him bark and sit up on "hind legs", begging with his little hard-on on display. She even made him hump her leg like a horny puppy; causing an uproar of laughter from everyone in the foyer. I’m sure James was incredibly humiliated, but he performed as he was told.

I thought that I saw his very last shred of dignity, or manly pride stripped away as he enthusiastically humped and panted and barked, while the women laughed in delight.

Mistress had achieved her goal. He was 100% submissive now, and 100% obedient, with none of the limits or issues he had harbored before. His Dom persona had been completely destroyed. He was her slave; no question about it.

We then all entered the main salon, a triumphant Mistress Roxanne arm-in-arm with Master Thomas and Mobuto with Tricia, who was tugging James along by his leash attached to his genitals, wagging his tail.