To say Dale was confused by his new lifestyle arrangement would be an understatement. Over the past few weeks, his entire life had been turned upside down in a series of events that had escalated faster than he could even adjust to. And that was exactly the way Sam wanted it.
Sam was Dale's ex-girlfriend's lesbian lover. And now Dale's Mistress. Or should it be "Master"? Dale wasn't even sure of that little detail. Over the past few weeks Sam had manipulated Dale into becoming her personal sex slave by using Dale's ex-girlfriend Laura as bait. And even though Dale knew he was being manipulated, and had been able to watch his own descent into depravity, he was powerless to stop it. In fact, he was enjoying being used, and deep down he even looked forward with anticipation to submitting further and further to Sam.
In return for his submission, Dale was occasionally allowed to have sex with Laura, although never as frequently as he had hoped. But it wasn't just that reward that kept him coming back to Sam. He was also extremely attracted to Sam. Sam was short and curvy, but extremely athletic, with thick strong legs and buttocks, a thin waist, and large pert breasts. Dale enjoyed being made to worship her magnificent body. He was a natural submissive, and took intrinsic pleasure in serving Sam and Laura.
After their first session, Dale returned to the girls' apartment on an almost daily basis to serve Sam. The very next night was an example of a typical night:
Dale arrived around 7:00 in the evening. He had been instructed to walk to Sam's apartment, about a half mile from his own. Sam answered the door wearing tight work-out shorts and a sports bra. "Well, well, I wasn't sure you would actually come," said Sam teasingly. "I guess you like being my bitch, don't you?"
Dale flushed and looked at the floor sheepishly. Sam lifted his chin with her finger and looked Dale in the eye. "Well," she asked, "Did you enjoy being my bitch last night?"
"Yes, sir," answered Dale, quietly. He looked around self-conscious of the fact that they were still standing in the front doorway of Sam's duplex.
"Yes what, bitch?" demanded Sam loudly. "Are you going to be my slutty bitch again? I want to hear you say it."
Dale swallowed his pride and gave in. "Yes, sir! I want to be your bitch!"
Sam laughed and ordered him inside, slapping him hard on the ass as he passed her. She ordered him to strip naked as soon as she closed the door.
Dale looked around, wondering if Laura was home. He didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved when he didn't see her. He slowly began to undress. "If you don't move faster, then next time I'm going to make you strip outside on the porch," said Sam. Dale picked up the pace, removing his boxers and handing his pile of clothes to Sam. She turned and walked down the hall, tossing the clothes in the bedroom and locking it behind her. "You'll get your clothes back when I'm done with you, slut," she said to Dale. "Now get over here and get on your knees."
Dale spent the evening massaging Sam's feet and sucking on her toes, licking her to several orgasms, kissing and licking her ass, and fellating a medium sized pink strap-on dildo. Dale was thankful she didn't use the dildo to fuck his ass that night, since it was still sore from the night before. But, she did finger his ass and insert a medium sized butt plug. She teased him when his cock began to get hard as she fingered him, and made him admit he liked it.
As he sucked her silicone cock, giving it head as if it were real, Sam humiliated him about his own cock which was still hard, and which was slightly smaller than the dildo. "I can see you like sucking cock, don't you slut?" she teased. "You're a natural at it. If you keep practicing, maybe you'll get to suck a real cock someday. Do you want me to find you a real cock to suck, slut?"
"No, Sir," he said looking up at her in alarm.
She laughed down at him. "Oh, you're just being shy. When I get through with you, I'll have you begging to suck cock. Now keep practicing on mine!" Dale went back to work, worried what she had in store for him.
Dale never did see Laura that night. She was at work the whole time. At the end of the night, Sam pulled the plug out of his ass and replaced it with a slightly bigger ball-shaped one. Then she gave him back his clothes, except instead of his boxers she gave him a pair of pink satin panties. Humiliated, Dale put them on and dressed. He soon realized why she wanted him to walk over. The entire way home he felt the satin fabric swishing across his butt cheeks and he felt the plug moving inside his ass. The sensations gave him a hard-on which lasted the whole walk home. When he got home, he immediately began jerking himself off, leaving the plug in until after he had finished.