A Birthday Surprise From My Slave

Notes from the author to the reader: this story is an addition to my previous work entitled "From Session Wrestler to Slave". Yeah, I know, who needs more on that when there are already 29 chapters already? We, frankly, I do! I like the characters I created, and I want to do more.

However, this will be different with a few new themes and it will incorporate more sex and kinkiness. For those who read some, or all, of "From Session Wrestler to Slave" I want to say " THANK YOU"!!!! For those who have not, I will catch you up very early in the story so you know what is going on. You don't have to read "From Session Wrestler to Slave" to enjoy this story. "From Session Wrestler to Slave" covers Jaime's journey as she becomes the willing slave to the domineering (yet unusual) married couple Ray and Shannon. It is predominately a mixed wrestling/foot fetish story with very heavy elements of domination and willing submission, and I work in quite a few blow jobs for Ray throughout.

FYI: I read and carefully consider every comment, and thanks in advance for reading! Enjoy!!

Chapter 1:

I was worried. Very worried! I was laying on my side, and I could feel her shimmying her hips to gain position on me. Correction: to gain better position on me. I felt I was ok, and that I could wear her out as she was expending a lot of energy to hold me here, but I was still worried.

'She is learning more every week?!' I thought as I pulled at the long arm trying hard to get under my chin.

'What the fuck.... Is she taking classes or watching videos? A month ago she would have just tired herself out, now I think I'm screwed. Again....' My mind raced as I felt her legs and torso moving in unison next to me.

I pushed back, trying to hold her at bay when she loosened her grip with her thighs at the same time she bucked her hips, pushed my body down with her arms, and lifted her legs. The result was that her thighs were no longer wrapped around my solid, bony hips and were now wrapped around my solid, yet muscle-and-not-bony midsection. She clamped down with a body scissor and I heard her make a feminine grunt of exertion.

Instinctively, I grabbed at her legs to try to stop the pain caused by the body scissor and that was it, I was doomed. There was no hope left. When I moved my own arms to break her scissor hold (which was impossible) she locked her long arm under my chin. She didn't squeeze, however, and I knew why.

"Gotcha again, Master! Time to tap I think!" she said through labored breaths.

I relented and tapped her leg. She eased up immediately and pushed me away gently but assertively. She jumped to her feet and without pause put her soft, feminine, size 12, bare foot right on my bare chest and flexed her toes into my skin to make her point.

"That's four to two Master!" she exclaimed as she stared down at me with an impossibly huge smile painted across her face.

"I win the "Best of 7"!! Want to clean my feet now?! Or do you want to go to "Best of 11"?" she continued as she stared down at me and leaned forward, pushing down on my chest as she did. She flexed her long toes again as she taunted me about the best of eleven idea.

I lost. Plain and simple: I lost a wrestling match to my slave girl. I pinned her twice, barely getting her the first time, while she pinned me firmly four times. We had been going fairly hard, this wasn't fantasy or fetish: it was a real wrestling match. Well, real within reason: no one wanted to hurt anyone and nobody wins if one of us walks away with a black eye, fat lip, limp, or bodily injury. But Jamie didn't wear a sexy bikini, as was the custom. This was a bit more intense, so she had on super short red spandex booty shorts and a strappy red sports bra to match.

All of a sudden, I heard my wife talking shit to me and praising Jaime, and my mind wandered while my wife Shannon talked more shit and got close up video of me pinned under Jamie left foot while she posed over my prone body.

"I think I lost, yeah. Good match Jamie, four to my two." I admitted. I was the Master and Jamie was my slave after all, so I had no issues honestly admitting what they both knew.

"This is the first time I legit beat you, Master!!" Jamie taunted, her face still glowing with pride and her smile as big as I had ever seen. She was truly proud of her moment and honestly loving every minute.

"And my feet do need washed!" she added arrogantly, yet somehow still in jest. "You ready to clean my toes, Master?"

"Can you believe it?!" Shannon narrated for the camera, "My husband Ray just fucking lost to our slut in slavery Jamie?!"

Shannon laughed out loud and let loose a teasing, f-bomb filled, rant as I replied:

"Sure thing, I think I enjoyed losing, I'm going to enjoy this too!"

I had a foot fetish to go with my mixed wrestling fetish, and I planned to enjoy every minute of worshiping Jamie's sexy size 12's and her long, perfect toes that were painted the same red as her spandex/sports bra combo she was wearing.

"Not fucking yet, I'm not done fucking filming" Shannon said calmly as Ray's mind wandered again.

There should be no shame here. None at all. But I felt it anyway. Sure, Jamie was 6'1" tall and a former Division 1 basketball player who was now an accountant by day and a professional session wrestler once or twice per week. She had been session wrestling for a while now, despite being only 27, and while her webpage on the session wrestler website said "180 lbs" I wondered if she weighed more now. Her thighs looked and felt thicker and her butt had almost more of a curve to it than when we first met, way back in that hotel room when I beat her ass and made her lick my feet. I wasn't sure how her ass could have more of a curve, it had a hellacious curve back then.

'Maybe she has been doing more squats and lunges for those legs and that amazing fucking ass.' Her ass may be her best feature, but her boobs may object to that.' I thought to myself.

I was alone in my thoughts as Shannon did an impromptu interview with Jamie as she continued to pose over me and flex her toes. She periodically changed feet and put one on my face to curl her toes into my cheeks and lips and try to pinch my nose closed with her toes.

As I laid back and let Shannon film and let Jamie have her victory pose and interview, I thought back to when Jamie and I first met and her incredible body: thick thighs and butt from years of lifting and training to play D1 basketball paired with a relatively trim waist from the elliptical and "full C or D cups boobs, depending on the bra". Those were her words, not mine, and I had never been creepy enough to check the tag on one of her bras. Not that it mattered, she had a great body that was muscular yet feminine, the type of body that was soft all over yet hard as iron underneath. Add to that thick and flowing brown hair, and natural pinkish hue in the cheeks and thick pouty lips and Jamie was beautiful.

Sure, maybe she had a slightly big nose. And yeah, maybe her face may be too long, but hey, she is 6'1" tall. Maybe she didn't have the glamour actress type of beauty, but she absolutely had that midwestern "girl next door" look. Either way, she looked good!

Despite her being eight inches taller than my 5'5" frame I had mopped the floor with her that first night because she didn't know anything about wrestling, she just....

"Ouch!" I said suddenly as Jamie's foot found my upturned face. She smashed my nose with the ball of her foot.

"Oh God Master I'm sorry!!!" she said quickly as she rolled my head to the side with the same foot. "I was hoping to get the nose between my toes!! I'm sorry!! How's this?" she continued without giving me a chance to speak, her foot resting across my cheek and her toes curling over the top of my head.

"Better..." I replied as the women kept chatting, seemingly humiliating me as they did. Shannon asked pointed questions for the camera about Jamie pinning me.

My mind started to wonder again, back to when she didn't know shit about wrestling another person. She just knew to wrap her long arms and legs around a man and he will tap. The clients she sessioned with, and this old boyfriend who had a mixed wrestling fetish, didn't teach her anything. Those guys just wanted her to win and wrap her thighs around their necks and faces. Same with her current boyfriend, Tim the Giant.

I couldn't blame them, I loved that too. But Shannon and I had other ideas for Jamie.

Shannon and I each have PhD's in psychology. We are both 29 and I am a marriage counselor who tries to save marriages. I am also the guy men (mostly men) pay to help them get over getting divorced and, often times, losing half their shit and their house to an ex-wife. Shannon is a self-employed profiler who looks at people's tendencies to predict behavior. She is a natural at reading people, and she paired that with a degree to work mostly for marketing firms trying to direct advertising.

However, reading people, manipulating them, and bending them to her will are her true skills. And she is exceedingly effective doing it. She has four willing slaves at the moment, but Jamie is the only woman and is the true prize for both of us. I am more than happy with the arrangement: Jamie comes over and serves four or five nights a month (maybe more, maybe less, depending on our moods) and never pushed for more or complained to try to get less. She happily did what she was told: she paid Shannon and I the $800 monthly tribute with her session wrestling money, dressed in slutty costumes for our viewing pleasure, worshiped our feet when commanded, gave Shannon regular pedicures, and gave me regular blow jobs (despite being in a committed relationship with Tim the Giant). She also wrestled us both and lets us dominate, crush, beat on, and humiliate her.

Jamie obviously liked being our slave, or else she would stop doing it: it was 100% voluntary for her. Hell, she paid us for the privilege! Sometimes I wondered what all she got out of it or how long it may last, but all I really cared about was that right now, she belonged to us.

Being able control a hot 6' 1" former athlete was such a huge power trip and aphrodisiac for me!

'But I never get to fuck her....' I thought disappointingly as Jamie rolled my head so I could face them both and wrapped her toes around my nose.

'I hate that rule of the game.... Shannon's rule: "no fucking the slaves". How 'bout just once? Fucking Jamie would be amazing!'

I couldn't complain though, not really. Sure, I wanted to fuck her, what warm blooded man wouldn't, but she gave a great blow job, always licked my balls while she did so, and always swallowed my load before looking me in the eye and saying, "Thank you, Master".

She was also cool with us recording things too. By now Shannon and I had hours and hours of footage of one or both of us demolishing Jamie on the mats and her sucking our toes, feet, or my dick.

It was a dream scenario.....

"Ray? What the fuck is wrong with you?" Shannon said through a laugh. "Get the fuck up already, you get to be the bitch for a while! Get me and the fucking slut a drink!"

Jamie laughed out loud as Shannon continued without much of a pause.

"Get yourself one too, I'm not sure you fucking deserve it, but your mouth may dry the fuck out licking my sexy slut's big mother fucking feet and sucking her long, slutty toes. She fucking earned this, you better make sure you do a good fucking job or no fucking blow job later!"

If you are curious, yeah, that's how Shannon talks. All the time. To anyone outside of her parents and professional settings. Fuck is her favorite word and she uses it all the time. She also likes a host of other words one would not dream of whispering in church, however she never had any emotion behind them. No malice. No venom. No anger.

Most people curse when angry or to help make a point: not her. She cursed because she wanted to and liked to. When she didn't curse is when I had to watch out. If she wasn't cursing every third word it meant something. Most of the time it was when she was concentrating on something or trying to be serious and make a point. If ever she was pissed off about something she wouldn't curse.

I got up and went to the main kitchen of the giant mansion. Shannon's slave David the banker owned the huge house on the edge of town, and we were using it tonight so I could wrestle Jamie in the ring David had installed in the basement. We had moved out recently after living at the place rent free for almost a year and got our own 3,500 square foot home just outside of town.

Well, mostly rent free: David got regular wrestling and boxing sessions with Shannon and she had to exert a ton of energy to beat the absolute shit out of him. She loved doing it, it let her scratch some perverted itches that she didn't always get to scratch, but she was usually sore for days after doing it.

I whipped up stiff Pina Coladas for the girls hoping to get Shannon (who could NOT hold her alcohol) a bit tipsy and a bit more willing to have sex with me later and got myself a water and a beer. I came back to the room to see the girls on the couch waiting for me. I handed them the drinks and Shannon noticed my little game immediately.

"What the actual FUCK, Ray?!" Shannon called out as she laughed after her first sip. "How much booze did you put in this mother fucking thing?! I'll fuck you if you want, we are married, remember? You don't have to get me fucking smashed to do it."

I smiled at her as I grabbed the little curved rocking chair that sat about an inch off the ground and put it at Jamie's feet as close to the couch as I could. I eased himself all the way down in it and my butt was dam near on the floor: this put Jamie foot at eye level as I grabbed her right foot and lifted it up to my face.

First, I stuck my nose into her toes and inhaled deeply. Her feet smelled a bit of sweat and a bit of that foot aroma, but it was girl sweat and girl foot aroma: it was intoxicating. Absolutely intoxicating. Enchanting. Heavenly. I inhaled deeply a few times before switching feet and repeating the process before her feet could lose that smell as time passed after the match.

When I had my fill of the smell, I opened my mouth and began sucking her toes passionately. They tasted amazing. There were no bits of floor grime as they kept the mats spotless and always wore slippers when walking on the floors. The taste was that taste of skin paired with a taste of foot and a bit of saltiness of her sweat from the match.

It was also intoxicating and heavenly.

'I wish I had more synonyms for how great feet taste when they have just a bit of taste and sweat from the day or a wrestling match....' I thought as I sucked her toes like I was born to do it. I pushed my tongue between her toes all the way back to their origin, thoroughly flossing the little spaces between the toes. Jamie let out a sigh of satisfaction as I did so.

At that point I had a devious thought:

'Should I?' I thought silently. 'Everything is going so good right now, despite losing to my slave..... yeah, I definitely should. It will get her all wound up and that will be fun too!'

'Wait. First, let's grease the wheels a bit:

"Let me get you Goddesses another drink." I said submissively as I gently lowered Jamie's foot. I got up without another word knowing Shannon would finish her still half-full drink knowing another is coming. I heard Jamie gush over being called a Goddess by her Master.

I came back, delivered the drinks without words, and went back to Jamie's feet.

They were chatting and Shannon's second drink started going down faster than the first.

'That should do it, time to play my own game.' I thought as I spoke my next words very clearly:

"Fuck that's good..." I said, my voice oozing affection and satisfaction. "Jamie how do your feet taste so fucking good? Baby why don't your feet taste this fucking amazing?"

'There. The pot is now stirred!' I said wordlessly to myself, knowing Shannon was going to freak out at such a comment.

"Did you just say the fucking word "fuck" three fucking times in the same fucking sente.... Wait?! WHAT?!"

She paused as my words sunk in. I smiled to myself as I moved to lick Jamie's long and soft sole of her right foot.

"What the fuck?!" Shan continued as she comprehended my words. She laughed. She had such a twisted sense of humor. We both did. It was a huge reason I loved her so much.

"Did you just say this skank's fucking hooves taste better than mine? Are you fucking serious? I have the key to your God damned chastity belt on my mother fucking anklet right fucking now and you pull this shit on me? You mother fucker!"

"Just callin' 'em like I see them baby" I replied coyly as I took another long lick from heel to toe.

She laughed again and went on a curse filled rant as I kept passionately worshiping Jamie's foot. I was determined to give as well as I had ever given knowing Shannon would notice and start to get jealous of the attention Jamie's feet were getting.

She noticed, obviously. She saw EVERYTHING. She laughed more and she started giving me more shit.

I didn't speak. My job was done. She was a way better lay when she was angry, especially playfully angry, and the stiff drink I made had her all kinds of playfully fired up.

"Keep talking baby, I'm gonna do my talking later." I said with as much quiet arrogance as I could muster.

Jamie laughed now after smiling knowingly for the last few minutes.

"Goddess. Master." She said as a mom would chastise a child. "Honestly, sometimes I just can't get over how you talk to each other. Goddess, that was a lot of the F word even for you!" she finished in a teasing tone.

"What the fuck do you mean by that?" Shannon asked honestly as Jamie laughed and explained herself.

"Well, Goddess, I know you are in charge here, and I know you don't mean anything by the profanity, but I've never seen anyone use so many curse words without meaning them? I mean, honestly, its ok, I got used to it fast, but usually when people curse they are mad or passionate or... or..."

Jamie stumbled looking for the right word, but continued:

"... or something, right? Like, they MEAN something? Right? But not with you.... You use those words as casually as I may ask for creamer in my coffee. The words don't have any edge or venom or nastiness to them when you use them. They are just words, does that make sense?"

They chatted more are I dutifully licked Jamie's soles, worked my tongue as far between her toes as I could, sucked every toe thoroughly and to my heart's content, and softly nibbled on the hard skin on Jamie's heel. I was enjoying every tasty inch, every nook between the toes and every wrinkly of the sole when I came to a realization about Shannon: I loved her so much.

Yeah, she was crude and Jamie was right: she cursed enough to make a sailor blush. There was no line she would not cross in front of Jamie or her small, but very close, group of friends. Her friends were also fiercely loyal to her, and she to them. There was no off limit subjects for any of them. I wasn't sure anyone could be so comfortable with a group of people, but they all were. I often wondered how they found each other?

Racist remarks to her black friend who married a white guy? That line was crossed every time they got together. Slut shaming her red haired friend who like to sleep with guys when she was in college? Happened all the time. Shannon also gave that same red haired friend shit for being a "fucking ginger" every time they got together. Belittling her best friend's husband Josh, a doctor, for missing events because he was called in to handle another human being's emergency? That line was crossed regularly. Calling me every name under the sun and belittling me in front of my friends and her friends? That line was crossed regularly. It was the same with her other few friends.