Master calls me and tells me to be ready at the door, naked, on my knees. I wait for an hour before they arrive. It is an excruciating, emotionally tormenting wait, but I'm excited that I know I am obeying him. Nothing makes me happier than to please my Master. I pinch my nipples, play with my dripping cunt and edge several times before I hear him drive in. It takes another 15 minutes before I hear the car doors and hear talking and laughing as they come up the walk.
The door opens and I look up at him. He immediately smacks my face and orders me "eyes down!" I drop my gaze and see a beautiful pair of patent leather, spiked heeled ankles step in front of me and stop. "This is her? I understand why you need other women; she looks like a pathetic, little cunt. Why did you ever marry her?"
"She was a beauty when I met her. She was a challenge to train, she thought she was in charge, it took years to break her into the cuckquean slave she is today. She has put on some weight, and when she couldn't lose it, that's when I broke her spirit, she understood that I would find more attractive women to fuck and that if she wanted to continue the relationship she better start serving me as a sex and domestic slave. She serves me well. That's why I married her. Now I only refer to her as cunt, toilet, pig or whore. Call her whatever you want but please, no longer refer to it as "her," it goes to her head and she forgets her place."
I've heard him recite this many times to the whores he brings home. I always know I am his slave though and will never be replaced. He needs me and I need him. We are bonded together in this Master/slave dynamic and no one will ever replace me. They come, they go. I serve him and them while they are here. He gives them no control over me; he is the only one that can tell me what to do.
He grabs a handful of my hair and shoves my face down to her feet. "Lick her feet whore!" I dutifully start licking the top part of her foot, she slowly moves the two of her pointy shoe into my mouth as Master pushes from the back of my head. Startled, I pull back. He has never told me to do this to anyone else. This feels different than all the other times.
"Stupid little pig! Lick my shoe clean!" she barks. My tongue runs along the slick shiny shoe. I smell her musky perfume as she reaches down and gently strokes my face. I turn my head toward her hand...SMACK!! She cracks me across the face. Master laughs and says, "Nice. Show her that you are the boss and use her and abuse her as you wish."
I look up to see who this woman is that Master has given power to use me as he does. I expect to feel another smack from Master for looking up but I can't resist. She has long black hair, straight and shiny, eyes that are dark and piercing. Bright red lipstick that matches her tight, short scarlet dress. Her porcelain skin appears flawless compared to my ruddy, olive skin. Perfect, perky C cup breasts, cupped in a black lacy bra peeking seductively out of her dress. A deep pang in my chest and sense of inferiority washes over me. Of course Master would want her. She is prettier and classier than all the rest of them. I can feel her energy. I meet all of his needs domestically and of course I am used as a cum dump. I am not her. She is here to fulfill him in ways I can't. I can feel it.
Master reaches under my chin to direct my gaze towards his eyes. "Meet Sophia, my girlfriend and your new Mistress pig. You will address her as Mistress Sophia or Mistress at all times. You will obey her as you do me. She will punish you for not obeying or complying with her wishes. If I hear from her that you do not respect her rule over you in any way, you will be punished twice as hard by me. Say hello."
"Hello Mistress Sophia."
"Hello pig." Lower your gaze and go get me an extra dirty martini, three olives."
