It was 7:00 am, and I had just licked my come from the pussy of Mistress J.
She headed to the bathroom, and I lay in bed, examining, for the first time, my fresh bikini tan. She returned, "Stand up. Lets see our body-of-work."
The bikini bottoms had covered quite a bit of skin, so now, the un-tanned white area was quite prominent. My entire buttocks and front were stark white, and the side straps were approximately an inch wide, so now there was an unmistakable inch-wide white strip on the sides. One could almost sell it as speedo tan, but the sides were a bit too narrow, and the narrower "V" front was clearly cut for a woman; it was undeniably a bikini bottom, not a speedo. Mistress had cleverly selected the bikini bottom that adequately contained my genitals, such that I could wear it in public, (assuming I wore a shirt hiding my bra tanned top). On my chest, for the bikini's bra area, were perfect untanned triangles, and my nipples were perfectly centered.
I stood, hands voluntarily clasped behind my head. I slowly turned in a circle, and she smiled with satisfaction. She was the Artist, and I was her canvas. My skin was quite colored, almost sunburned, except of course, where I'd been wearing the bikini top and bottom, where my skin was starkly white.
I'd been "branded", which was lasciviously exciting.
"Go shower and shave."
The shower was nice. I luxuriated as I shaved my entire body.
Mistress called, "Are you done?" "Yes," I replied, and then felt freezing water shocking my body, as she'd reached in and turned off the hot water. It must have been 5 minutes of cold water! Finally She allowed me out. I had goosebumps, my nipples were hard, and my genitals were shrunken.
I dried, and she handed me a pair of tiny, see-thru thong panties. They were literally strings, connected to a tiny ring in the back, and a tiny see-thru pouch. The panties were incredibly tight. Even with my genitals shrunken, the panties barely contained me. Next she had me put on a pair of four inch heels we'd bought yesterday. Next she made up my face, put on red lipstick, and a shoulder-length blond wig. Then she took a few photos, and texted them to Sara.
She handed me some cloths, and instructed me to dust every single surface in her apartment. While I worked, she curled up on the couch and called Sara. I could hear Sara laughing as they discussed the photos, hearing her say, "I can't believe he's ok with being tanned like that!"
Mistress J held the phone up to me, "Tell her."
I replied into the phone, "I love my new bikini tan," to which Sara laughed.
"Tell her about licking up your come," and I spoke into the phone, "I am grateful for every time I am allowed to come, and I love being trained to swallow come," and she laughed some more.
"He's all yours," I heard her say.
Mistress J looked up from her call, observing me, she said, "Suck that tummy in; at all times," and went back to her conversation. I did not have a large stomach, but holding my stomach in, I looked dramatically more feminine. Henceforth, I would try to hold in my stomach at all times.
They continued talking while I cleaned. Every time I passed the full length mirror I saw myself. My tummy held in, I looked so feminine, exposed, and vulnerable, naked except for high heels, and the see-thru thong panties, and a fresh bikini tan, which sort of announced, "femmy-slave tramp stamp".
Mistress J went out, and left me alone with a daunting cleaning list, which I dutifully worked on.
I was sweaty and dirty when she returned, and sent back into the shower. My make-up was washed off, and she had me dress in a thong, girl shorts that were cut high on my thighs, and a silky girly top with very short sleeves.
I was barely dressed when there was a knock on the door, and I was introduced to her cousin, Christine. She wore short summer shorts, and a tight top. She was shapely and voluptuous, with an air of confidence. They talked on the couch, while I wrapped up the chores. Christine commented on the great job I'd done cleaning.
Mistress spoke, "As I said, he's available to clean for you."
Christine said, "Are you sure?"
"Come here, slave," said Mistress.
I approached, and she said, "Lower your pants," and Christine's eyes widened and she yelped when she saw me wearing a thong. "Now the top," said Mistress. Off came the top, and Christine was even more shocked, blushing, hand over her mouth, when she saw my bikini bra tan.
"On your knees," said Mistress, and naked except for my thong, I lowered to my knees.
"Stand up," she said to Christine. "Spread your feet a bit, and put your hands on your hips."
Christine stood tall and regal; she was ALL woman.
"Kiss her pussy, and say it," Mistress said to me.
I tentatively crawled in front of Christine, and looked up at her, in her eyes, and on the front of her shorts, at her pussy, I very lightly kissed, and said, "I am your slave," and my blood boiled with sub-sexuality.
Mistress had obviously prepared Christine, and she also had obviously been told by Sara, that this scenario was a most powerful fantasy for me, kneeling naked in front of a powerful woman, kissing her pussy, and professing my servitude.
Christine seemed to swoon a bit, me still kneeling before her.
Mistress J stated, "That's one of his most powerful fantasies. For the rest of his life, he will cherish this moment. Isn't that right," she looked to me.
"Yes Mistress", I quietly replied.
"His true fantasy is to have you naked, except maybe for panties and high heels, and stand over him with hands on hips, and have him kiss your pussy.
He wants to worship your feminine beauty, to be seduced, and then be denied. You can walk around the house naked, or in panties, and he will be wildly excited, but remain completely submissive to you.
Isn't that right slave?"
"Yes Mistress." I volunteered, "It is my most powerful fantasy. Exquisite teasing by my Mistress; naked, except wearing panties, and me worshiping her, but with the thin cloth of her panties keeping my lips from ever actually touching her pussy. She has presented herself in a most seductive fashion, having a powerful seductive effect on me. Each time you have me kneel and kiss your panties, the deeper I crave to be your slave."
Christine exclaimed, "Whew!"
"Put your clothes back on. You'll be leaving with Christine," said Mistress J, adding,
"It goes without saying, he will address you as Mistress Christine."
Still a bit flustered, Christine answered, "That will be fine."
As we drove, Christine asked, "How is it that you are like this?"
I told her how I'd seen the magazine with the Dominatrix, and from that point on, the only relationship I pursued was a dom/sub existence, that I'd spent hours and hours on line, reading and learning.
She advised, "You understand, I have a boyfriend. You will never get to touch me."
I replied, "I did not know you had a boyfriend, but it doesn't matter. In fact, I am more excited knowing you can in a sense, cuckold me. You get to enjoy sex, while I exist only as your slave."
Christine continued, "Joy told me the same, but I wanted to hear it from you.
I must admit, I am a bit excited by this whole dynamic. I have always taken some pleasure in teasing men, and frankly, I've always wanted to tease more than would be socially appropriate. Now, with you, I get to tease, and I get my house cleaned!"
"Yes Mistress Christine," was all I said, as she smiled.
We arrived at Christine's home, and I was a bit shocked. It was more like an Estate.
A long private driveway, an upscale pool and hot tub, expensive hedge rows and fencing, and mature shade trees. Christine clearly was wealthy to own such a home. Inside looked professionally decorated, but badly in need of some TLC. This home would take days to clean.
Once inside, she said, "Strip to your thong," and in seconds I was so. She pointed to the floor, and I fell to my knees. She looked down at me, slightly smiling as she took off her top, tossing it aside. Next came her bra, revealing her bountiful breasts. Then she removed her shorts. She stood before me in heels and sexy sheer panties, hands on hips, and feet wide apart.
I sat back on my calves, and she approach, bringing her panty covered pussy to my face. Kissing, I professed, "I am your slave!" Over and over, kissing her panties, saying, "I am your slave!" It came to pass. As I kissed, looked up at her. Her breasts beckoned. Her female power overwhelmed me. I was (willingly) brainwashed.
Fantasy had become reality, and I found it wildly exciting.
My cock was rock hard in my panties.
She strolled across the kitchen and returned with a viagra, ordering me to swallow.
For the next hour or so, she strolled around wearing only high heels and panties, showing me around the place, and what jobs I would be doing. I also wore only high heels and panties. Her breasts were large and magnificent. She exuded sexuality. I was hard the entire time. My thong panties were just such that my hard cock could jut to the side, and the panties still neatly contained it. My fresh tan line contrasted with the thongs. I was involuntarily leaking precum, producing an (increasing) wet spot in my panties.
She retired to the couch, and I dropped to my knees in front of her.
She was almost giddy, "This is teasing on steroids! How is it for you?"
I replied, "You are so sexy, and such a tease. I want to fuck you so bad; I literally can taste it. I am thoroughly teased, and completely enslaved."
She smiled as I answered, and her hand slid down her panties. I watched as she slid back on the couch, and raised her feet, tucking her high heels into either side of the cushion, her legs spread wide.
"Come," she said, "Kiss."
Her legs spread wide, her finger inside the panty, stroking her clit.
I kissed the narrow part of the panty, below her hand, directly over her vaginal hole. The panty was soaked. I could smell her sex. As I kissed, she stroked herself.
Her eyes closed and she continued her masturbation.
While I continued to kiss, I discretely reached down to my cock. I simply could not stop myself. I gripped for a few discreate strokes, squeezing out of large dollop of precum, which was a bit of exquisite relief.
Mistress Christine's eyes were at half mast. Her stroking increased, and she came hard, loud, and gushing. Then she relaxed, laying back, hand still in her panties.
She withdrew her hand, and presented it to me, feeding each finger into my mouth, and I licked her hand clean.
Then she presented her feet to me, and I removed her high heels.
Then she slid down her panties, and wryly fed them into my mouth.
She told me to stand, and she took a close-up photo of my sodden panties, texting it to Mistress J.
"I saw you touching your cock. We'll see what Joy has to say about that," Christine mentioned as she walked toward the rear door, "Or shall we make it our little secret."
"Yes, Mistress Christine," I said, as she dove into the pool.
Her head popped up from the water, and smiling, she said, "You can start in the Powder Room." Her panties still in my mouth, I began cleaning.
