I trembled with anticipation as I searched my pocket for the key to the postal box. I could see a small pink envelope with feminine handwriting through the window and couldn't wait to get at it. It had only been five tortuous days since I answered that ad but it seemed like months.
As I opened the box, I clearly remembered the ad, "Male slave wanted by superior, dominant couple. No experience necessary. Must be a true submissive willing to be trained in all aspects of service. Possible live-in for right person. Photo, address and detailed letter required. Box 191, NY." I remember how excited I became as I read that ad and how I returned to it three or four times before deciding to answer it. I had never done anything like this before although I had many fantasies of being in the complete power of a beautiful woman.
Now I would soon learn whether or not I would have the opportunity! My hands shook slightly as I opened the envelope and found a single sheet of engraved stationery with a short note written in a delicate handwriting. "Dear Slave: You are hereby commanded to appear at the above address precisely at 8pm Wednesday evening. Do not be late!" It was signed "Mistress and Master X". I swallowed hard as I realized that I was actually being summoned as a slave. Then, when I realized that it was already Tuesday and I would have to be there in one more day, the thought of forgetting the whole thing flashed through my mind.
All the way home, my mind tossed around the pros and cons of going through with it but the more I thought about it, the hornier I became. By the time I got home, my cock was oozing precum and when my wife greeted me at the door, I could have fucked her right there in the hallway. I pressed up against her and she felt my hard cock against her stomach and pulled away sharply with a nasty remark about me always wanting sex. Later that night, lying in bed with that extremely desirable but cold woman alongside of me, completely nude and completely untouchable, my thoughts again returned to what lay in store for me the following night. It seemed like hours before I finally fell asleep and my cock never got soft.
As I left the house in the morning, I casually mentioned that I wouldn't be home for dinner since an important client was in town and I would probably be home late. The day took forever to come to an end but, at long last, it was ten minutes to eight and I found myself in front of a very fashionable, well kept townhouse in the East 60's. Remembering the instructions, I waited until exactly eight pm and then, with a deep breath of anticipation, rang the doorbell.
Almost immediately the door was opened by a very pretty young maid in uniform who told me to follow her before I had a chance to say a word. She led me into what seemed to be the library and told me to wait for her Mistress. I looked around the room at the obvious taste and wealth that was apparent in the beautiful furnishings. Thick, luxurious carpeting, heavy brocaded drapes covering the floor to ceiling windows, the walls lined with bookcases filled with deluxe and first editions and a Renoir painting of a nude woman over the fireplace.
As I gazed at the painting of the well rounded, sensuous nude, a sexy, feminine voice called my name and as I turned, my eyes beheld a vision of beauty and womanly grace. My heart leapt as I realized that this must be the woman who wanted to own me. She had long jet black hair cascading down her shoulders to her waist and framing an absolutely exquisite face. She wore a very tight fitting long black gown which was cut low exposing two gorgeous mounds almost to the nipples and revealing a tiny waist and well padded hips. She stood there looking at me from head to toe, not saying a word and I began to feel uncomfortable. Then she started to speak and told me that she had decided to meet me because she felt my letter was sincere. She also said that, even though I was married, she felt that I was ready for training because of the things I had written in my letter.
She told me that her name was Tanya but that I was always to address her as Mistress Tanya. She also put me somewhat at ease by mentioning that she was a firm, not cruel, Mistress. She said that she did not believe in extreme pain or torture but that should not make me careless since she could be very cruel if displeased. She told me that, starting that very moment, I would have to obey her every command, without question, or suffer the consequences of her wrath. She then said that if I learned well, she would make me her personal slave and allow me to serve her always. She asked if I was ready to start and when I nodded my head, I saw all chances of escaping slowly disappearing. Then, all of a sudden, her sweet voice changed to a low sexy growl and she told me to strip off all my clothing and prepare for a complete physical examination.
I felt embarrassed removing my clothes since the library door was fully open and anyone passing in the vestibule could see in. As I dropped my shorts on the chair and straightened up, completely nude, the maid walked in wearing nothing more than a pair of black bikini panties, black lace bra and high heeled black shoes. She was carrying a silver tray covered with a silk napkin which she placed on the cocktail table in front of the couch. Tanya, that is Mistress Tanya, sat on the couch, reclined on the pillows and told the maid, Mara, to begin.
Mara walked to my side so as not to block her Mistress' view and lightly ran her fingers over my balls and cock while massaging my ass cheeks with her other hand. Well, it didn't take long for my cock to reach full erection and when it started to throb and jerk of its own accord, Mara took a tape measure from the tray and began to measure its length, width and also the size of my tight, full ball sac. Her fingers were exciting me tremendously and I noticed Tanya's eyes begin to sparkle as she ordered her maid to continue with the examination.
I was told to bend over at the waist and grasp my ankles with my ass facing the couch. I couldn't see what the maid was doing but suddenly I felt something cool and slippery pushing up against my puckered asshole. Before I uttered a sound, it found the opening and slid inside me. Mara kept pushing it in further and I involuntarily pulled away slightly as it got deeper. Tanya ordered me to return to my original position immediately or she would punish me severely. As I bent over again, I reached around and discovered it was a flesh-like, firm plastic dildo imbedded about halfway in my ass.
Resuming my position, Mara began inserting it further as Tanya told me, in her sexy soothing voice, that soon I would get to love being fucked in the ass by anyone who cared to try. She told me that the dildo was only a medium sized six inches and that I was going to be trained to take ten inches and more. Mara finally got it all the way in and attached a thin leather thong through a ring in the end of the dildo. She then fastened a thin belt around my waist and tied the thong to the front and back of the belt. This held the dildo firmly in position deep in my asshole. Tanya then told me that I would have to wear this, or a larger one, each time I served her until my asshole was properly trained.
Mara then removed a long nylon cord from the tray. One end contained a loop which she put around my balls and pulled tight. I broke out in a cold sweat when she did this and wondered what was going to happen next. She handed the other end of the cord to her mistress and Tanya then told me that I would be leashed like this every time I arrived at the house not only to remind me that I was her slave, but also to guarantee that I would obey every command or whoever held the leash would simply give it a hard pull and I would suffer agonizing pain in my balls. The thought of what these two beautiful women were doing to me transcended any discomfort I felt in my rear from the dildo and I felt my cock begin to rise again. Tanya commanded me to get down on my knees and then rose from the couch and stood in front of me with her legs slightly apart.
