I pulled up to the nondescript house and put my car into park. My mind was racing, my stomach full of butterflies, and I had honestly considered simply driving off as I sat there in the idling car for nearly ten minutes. I had been talking to a woman online, Nicole, for a few weeks now. She knew exactly how to push my buttons, and had no difficulty in manipulating my submissive nature. Eventually, I agreed to meet her and serve in person, in hopes of becoming a more permanent member of her collection of submissive men.
After gathering up the courage I could muster, I shut the car off and stepped out into the warm summer air. I slowly made my way to the front door, trying to look as normal as possible while hiding my mixture of nervousness and excitement. I have to admit, I was somewhat aroused as well, and was worried this may be visible to a nosy neighbor or two. When I reached the door, I apprehensively placed a trembling finger on the doorbell, and jumped slightly when it rang. There was no turning back at this point.
After a few moments that seemed to go on for an eternity, the door swung open, and Nicole's beautiful form appeared before me. In contrast to my relatively slim build, Nicole was quite large. She was around my height, nearly 5'10", but carried significantly more weight. She was quite intimidating in person, even more so than the photos she had showed me online. I gulped, and averted my eyes as she smirked.
"Hello, boy," she began. "Is this any way to greet your potential new owner?"
I blushed, and looked at her again. She had a somewhat annoyed look on her face now, and the finger on her left hand was authoritatively pointing down to the ground.
"Sorry, Mistress!" I blurted out awkwardly as I scrambled to get on my knees in front of her. I surreptitiously glanced around, wondering if anyone was watching this scene happening in public view on Nicole's porch.
"That's better," Nicole stated, her arms now crossed. "Come."
I crawled into the house, and she quickly shut and locked the door behind me. I was practically shaking at this point, not knowing what to expect. I looked up at Nicole for guidance, and she smiled.
"There are many rules in this household, boy," she said. "One of them is that slaves are always naked, unless specifically instructed otherwise."
I quickly nodded, and began to remove my t-shirt and jeans. The process was somewhat difficult, as I had not been given the opportunity to stand. I assume I must have looked quite ridiculous, trying to slide off my pants while lying on my side. I quickly returned to the kneeling position, and folded my clothes neatly as to not make a mess. Still blushing, I wondered how pathetic I must look, completely naked trembling on the floor, while Nicole continued to wear her sundress.
"Much better," she exclaimed. "Now, crawl with me to the kitchen, there's another very important ritual required, and someone you need to meet before we can truly begin."
"Yes, Mistress," I replied obediently, and crawled behind her, feeling thoroughly ridiculous, especially due to the fact that my cock had shrivelled up due to the cold air conditioning on my naked body.
As we entered the kitchen, the first thing I noticed was a man sitting at the table reading a book and enjoying a sandwich. He was somewhat bulky, and had a powerful air about him. His arms and legs were quite hairy, and he had a well-groomed short beard. He glanced at me, but seemed to not care too much about my presence.
"This is the Master of this household, and you shall address him as such," Nicole started. "While you will end up belonging to me, his authority should still be respected."
"Yes Mistress, I understand, and..." I started to reply, but was cut off.
"Additionally, boy, the Master does require one thing of every slave that walks through these doors", Nicole continued.
Without a word, Nicole guided me under the table, and placed me at the Master's feet. With the book still in one hand, he unzipped his pants, revealing his sweaty flaccid cock. He then pulled his pants to his knees, leaving his cock resting on his large hairy balls. I could smell the quite familiar odor of ball sweat wafting from his now-airing out member.
I looked back at Nicole, terrified.
"I...I don't understand," I managed to stammer out, confused and afraid.
"What is there to understand?" Nicole asked. "Have you not worshipped cock before, boy?"
"No, I haven't," I began. "I mean I know I've fantasized about being a submissive slut and all, but this is so sudden."
"This is who you are now," Nicole replied. "Get to it, or leave this house."
I nodded and leaned forward. The strong sweaty aroma wafted into my nostrils as my mouth began to apprehensively open. I stuck my tongue out slightly, and touched the tip. Honestly, it didn't taste like much. Emboldened by this, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head of the Master's cock. As humiliated as I felt, about to worship a stranger's cock under a dinner table, my cock began to stir a bit.
Nicole however was not pleased, and she rolled her eyes.
"Get on with it slave, I have plans for you," she barked, while leaning down and grabbing my head.
Suddenly, my chin was up against the Master's balls and my nose against his hairy crotch as Nicole forced my head down. She released her hand, presumably assuming that I had understood the point. Doing my best not to disappoint her further, I began to wrap my tongue around the Master's flaccid cock, now fully resting in my mouth.
The sweaty flavor and odor dominated my senses as I began to do my job as a slut. As my tongue worked to pleasure the Master, I could feel his cock begin to stiffen in my mouth. He put down his book, and reached his powerful hand behind my head, and began to hold it in place. With his other hand, perhaps to add to my humiliation, he brought his sandwich to his mouth and took another bite. As he chewed, he began to pull and push my head, guiding me on how to properly worship him.
I, of course, complied. The cock was stiffening further in my mouth, and I could feel it throb as he let out a soft deep moan between chews. My view was incredibly limited, given that my face was buried in his sweaty hairy crotch, but it seemed he was enjoying me greatly. This made me strangely happy, and I begin to suck his large hard cock with great vigor.
As the cock grew, it began to push down my throat, which was an entirely new experience for me. I let out a gag, and drool begin to drip down my chin. This seemed to only arouse the Master further, as he put his sandwich down and placed his remaining hand on top of my head. He forced his cock deep into my throat, without a care in the world for how new I was to this. His balls slapped my chin, and my eyes and nose were buried in his public hair. I struggled to breathe and tried to pull back, but his powerful hands did not let me.
After ten seconds or so, he yanked my head back. I coughed and gagged while trying to catch my breath. Before I could recover, the Master pressed me back down onto his cock once more. I could actually feel it slide down my throat as my eyes bulged. His crotch was wet with my saliva and tears now, and I felt like nothing more than a dirty slut to be used for his amusement.
This cycle went on for a few minutes, and each time the period I was allowed for recovery grew shorter and shorter. Before long, the Master was full-on fucking my face. I was a panting mess of tears, saliva, and precum, and he was clearly loving it. With each thrust, I became more of an objectified slut, and I could feel him grow closer to finishing. Suddenly, he pressed my face down hard into his crotch and held it there. His cock throbbed in my throat, he let out a deep guttural moan, and began to erupt. String after string of hot sticky cum burst into my throat, and I struggled to swallow it. I could barely breathe, and I felt that I would soon be overwhelmed by the Master's endless torrent of cum. Before long however, his bursts slowed in frequency and volume, and he began to pull back. His last couple of shots of cum were placed on my tongue, likely deliberately to force me to taste it.
Nicole reached down and forced my mouth closed, making sure I swallowed every last drop of cum. She then silently pointed at the Master's cock, a clear command for me to lick it clean. It was covered in cum and saliva, and the thought of doing so seemed so incredibly gross, but I obeyed, thoroughly humiliated. When I finally finished my task, the Master returned to his sandwich and book without a further word.
Nicole ushered me out from under the table, and silently motioned for me to follow her, likely not wanting to interrupt the Master's enjoyment of the afterglow. I crawled behind her, thoroughly humiliated. My mouth was wet and sticky, and still tasted strongly of cum and sweat. I considered asking for a glass of water, but I suspect allowing the taste to linger was intended to humiliate me and remind me of my place, so I wisely opted not to.
We made our way into a living room of sorts. For the most part, it looked normal. There was a large couch with a chaise lounge, some chairs, a large TV, and a coffee table with some books. Nicole motioned for me to enter and kneel, and I of course complied. She then reached walked behind the couch, and began to slide a piece of furniture into the room in front of the couch.
This device looked mostly like an ordinary wooden box, except one wall was missing and replaced with some leather restraints and a few attachments. On top was a cushioned area with a hole in the middle, and the inside of the box and a headrest of sorts with four straps. It took me a moment to realize it, but this was clearly a queening box of sorts, most likely designed to restrain and force a slave to perform its Mistress' bidding.
"Boy, this is going to be your role for the day," Nicole began. "I call this device the 'Prison Box', and it's wonderful for breaking in new slaves."
