I had been a well-behaved slave. I did not complain when I was not supposed to. I begged for more when I was supposed to. I had served my mistress for one year when she called on me, and had been allowed to spend the last two months as her house slave. Now, as a reward for my good behaviour and service, she said that she would reward me with a special treat.
This new filled me with excitement and arousal, but also fear...mistress's "rewards" could be more severe than her punishments. They were not as painful, but they could be far more degrading and deprived. Which is exactly what I was looking forward to.
Being a house slave was a hard task, mainly mentally. First, it meant being kept in a metal chastity belt at all times when my hands were not tied in order to prevent any chance of a self-induced orgasm. Second, it meant showing genuine enthusiasm and enjoyment for everything that was required of me - or risk being kicked out and possibly never seeing her again. Third, it involved constant service. And there was pain and suffering.
The most painful time came from the first few weeks of being locked in a full-on chastity belt, which was especially difficult in the mornings. Mistress was willing to help me by rubbing skin moisturizer around the edges, but my morning erections were still extremely painful until I stopped having them.
It took my body even longer to adjust to wearing a metal belt that went around my waist, covered my cock and balls, and widened to allow access to my ass. It was like a new pair of expensive shoes that give you blisters the first few times you wear them, except that I wasn't allowed to take this off unless I was being cleaned by mistresses female sub. She treated me well, though, and once my skin adjusted I was comfortable enough to move freely and even sleep in chastity.
Mistress insisted that I keep myself clean at all times. This meant daily enemas, usually administered by her sub (allowing me to remove the belt), that were to be completed before she arose. I had to come up with new menus for her every day, and prepare her breakfast by 7:30.
Waking mistress up to serve her breakfast was a special routine. I would wait at the door or the bedroom with the tray and her sub would quietly enter the room, completely naked. What usually followed was a series of muffled giggles and groans, and sounds of kissing and sucking on various body parts. I never knew exactly what happened though, because my job was to stand at the door holding the tray with a painful erection as I imagined what was going on inside.
During my first two months I was invited into mistresses bedroom twice during breakfast. She said she was feeling particularly horny, and wanted a show while she ate. Both times she had her sub tie me to a bondage bench by the foot of her bed and fuck me with a strapon through the opening in the rear of my chastity belt.
Most days, when I waited at the door for mistress to finish breakfast and play with her naked sub, my job was to help mistress with her morning bathing routine. Mistress had a very large bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub built into the floor and a "wet room" that could easily fit 6-8 people. On days when mistress took a bath I would draw her bath and sit in the tub as it filled up while she sat on the edge and let me suck on her toes.
As I had never been granted any intimate privileges with mistress, she was not concerned about the cleanliness of my mouth for kissing her or her sub. I was therefore also used as her morning toilet, forced to swallow her pee on the floor of the wet room. As this was the closest I ever came to mistress's pussy, I was usually eager for this job. Some mornings she even let her shaved pussy lips brush against my mouth as she let the last drops of urine fall into my mouth. I knew better than to try to extend my tongue or raise my lips to hers, though. That would have brought an immediate end to our relationship.
The remainder of the day was usually spent running errands, buying and preparing food, cooking, gardening, doing laundry, and generally making sure that mistress could enjoy a perfectly kept house and entertain herself with her sub. Of course, all of these duties were not done without some kind of humiliation or suffering involved. Mistress's sub was allowed control over me, and while mistress couldn't be bothered to pay frequent attention to me, her sub did.
This meant that some days were spent gardening with a buttplug stretching out my ass, or cooking with a vibrator deep inside me. Some days she would take a pair of mistress's dirty panties and let me smell them, and then make me put them on over my chastity belt before getting dressed to go to the store. One day she brought down a very wet pair of panties and told me that mistress had worn them while fucking her sub with a strap-on with a vibrator against her clit. She made me bend over and stuffed these wet panties into my ass and told me to hold them there while I prepared lunch for mistress.
Other than morning bathing time with mistress, she would only call upon me for a daily inspection, to discuss menus and chores, when she needed to pee and couldn't be bothered to walk to the toilet, and occasionally when she wanted entertainment that involved me. Other than the occasional ass-fucking by her sub, this entertainment usually involved edging relentlessly, which was the only time I was allowed to complain and beg for an orgasm.
After two months of service, being constantly aroused, regularly tormented by her sub, and never allowed to come once, mistress finally turned her attention to me as she prepared me for her reward. It was an exceptional treat to be spoken to and looked at an touched by her. It was not the normal command and submission dynamic - while it was clear that I was her slave, she was somehow warmer towards me as she helped me prepare.
Mistress had her latex tailor arrive and take my measurements. Mistress worked with the tailor to select an outfit that covered me from head to toe, leaving only my eyes exposed and with breathing tubes to be inserted up my nose. Every other inch of my body was to be encased in shiny black rubber, with a long pink sheath that would be inserted into my ass and a fake rubber "pussy" in front.
The outfit included space for a pair of c-cup sized breasts with large nipples that mistress also had made to order, and a hard corset would help improve the shape of my waist. For final effect, a pony tail with bright ginger-coloured hair would be attached to the hood. A special chastity belt was also ordered - one that would press my cock and balls hard between my legs. It would have a moulded silicone liner that would hold these parts in place and, when covered, prevent any inconvenient lumps from appearing if I got aroused.
Mistress also ordered a special hollow gag that would be inserted into my mouth with bright red lips that opened wide into the black container that would fill my own wide-open mouth when I wore it.
I waited anxiously for the new outfit to arrive, and mistress seemed to enjoy watching me try to hide the twinkle of desire in my eye every day. She also began paying more attention to me in a sexual way. She would have her sub tie me down on the bench every day and would personally select - and use - the devices to play with me. She selected ever-larger, life-like dildos, for example, and would peg me herself with them. Mistress and her sub together would insert extra-long probes that penetrated deep into my intestines.
One day, she even let me watch up-close as she fucked her sub on all fours, and then had me "clean up" sub's pussy after the fucking. This was the first time I had been allowed any intimate contact with either of them beyond the handjob edging torment from mistress's sub that I was still subject to every day.
