I had been living as a servant for about two weeks when Daddy rounded us all up to give us some news.
"Clear up your schedules for Thursday evening, boys, Naamah is coming to visit."
A few of my brothers groaned or sighed.
"Yes, yes, I know that some of you don't care for her very much, but what you think matters little to me and absolutely nothing to her."
He went off and I turned to Zeke.
"Who's Naamah?"
"One of Papa's friends. Whatever he is, she's one of them, too. She comes over to chat with him every few months or so."
"Why do some of our brothers not like her?"
"That's kind of a long answer. I think it's best if you see for yourself."
A few days later, the evening arrived. Daddy pulled me over for a quick talk.
"You are to treat any order from Naamah as if it were an order from me. You will not speak unless spoken to and always be eager to serve us both. I've known her for quite a while." he leaned a little bit closer. "If you embarrass me in front of my companion, I will be very upset."
It was a rather milquetoast choice of words, but his expression and tone of voice chilled me to the bone. I was shaking.
"Y-yes, Daddy. I p-promise I'll be a good boy."
He patted me on the head.
"I expect nothing less. Now, go to Zeke and get changed."
All my brothers were getting ready, and each was wearing the exact same thing: absolutely nothing but a black spiked collar and matching cuffs.
Zeke got some tiny ones that would fit me and I looked at myself in the mirror. I could see my face turn red as I saw my look for the evening. I was indeed a sex slave, but it had been the first time that I fully looked the part. I had to be careful with my movements, adjusting my posture so the sharp spikes wouldn't stab me.
We all stood at attention in the foyer of the mansion. Daddy walked up, and I was surprised to see that he was fully clothed in a tuxedo. I had seen him nude all the time since the evening he had changed me, so this wouldn't have been a glamour: it was a real suit, possibly one he owned solely for occasions such as this.
I looked at the rest of the slaves, and their demeanors were all very serious. Art and Paul were next to each other, but not even touching, which was rare. Nobody was smiling.
I heard the doorbell ring, and Daddy opened the door for his friend.
"Good evening, Naamah. I hope you're doing well."
"I am, Ezra. Its nice to see you again," a rich female voice answered.
Naamah walked in and I was able to get a good look at her.
Women had never been my thing, but it was not lost on me that she was absolutely stunning. She had long, wavy blonde hair that complimented her white skin and fell elegantly over her body. Her eyes were a deep, dark blue. She was wearing a red dress that was modest, but still displayed her ample curves. At first, I thought that she was tall, almost six feet, but then I realized that she was just wearing red stilettos that matched her dress. Those things had to be at least six inches, so pointy and uncomfortable looking I don't even think Lee would want to wear them, but she stood and walked in them perfectly. Her look was rather understated. She had minimal makeup, and nails that were long and manicured, but not polished. She displayed effortless beauty. Naamah was a femme fatale, and I could tell that straight men would go apeshit over her.
Daddy shook hands with his guest.
"So, Ezra, it's my understanding that you've acquired some new furniture,"
"Indeed, I picked it up not too long ago. Would you like to see?"
Sort of a boring thing to discuss,
I thought. But then her sharp gaze pointed in my direction and I realized that they were talking about
me
.
She walked up, her heels making a clicking noise against the floor. Her hand reached forward and roughly grabbed my chin, her long nails digging into me slightly. She examined me, turning my face around like I was a doll.
"This one is certainly small. Is it even good for anything?"
"Yes, I have fun with this new accessory."
They were talking about me not only like I wasn't listening, but like I wasn't even a person, just an object. I didn't like how it made me feel, but I respected Daddy's wishes and kept quiet.
"Such a tiny creature would hardly be worth it as a snack to me," she said.
"That's where we differ. I want to eat it up every time I look at it." Daddy replied.
The two of them went to a different room of the house, a cozy parlor with armchairs and a fire place we made sure had been blazing strongly before she arrived. My brothers and I all followed silently.
They each sat down. A few slaves got a bottle and some glasses from a cabinet and poured garnet-colored liquid out for Ezra and Naamah. It looked like wine, but considering what those two were, it could have also been any number of other things.
Naamah settled into her chair and turned her eyes to me. I felt the blood drain from my face.
"What is your name?"
I gulped and replied how I was told to.
"Cody, Lady Naamah."
She tilted her head just a little.
"Well, Cody, tonight will be a treat for you. You have the honor of being what I'll rest my feet on this evening."
I nodded. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you, Lady Naamah."
I padded over to her chair and got down. I was on my hands and knees, sitting submissively in front of her. She raised her feet and planted them down on my back with no care for how forcefully she was doing so. Her long heels were sharp, poking uncomfortably into my skin.
"Ah, I suppose this furniture has some use after all."
I remained quiet and as still as I could. She and Daddy started talking with each other, in a language I didn't understand. I could only speak English, but it didn't sound like any language I had ever heard of. Most likely it was a tongue of their kind, and they used it so we couldn't listen in on whatever it was they were discussing.
The rest of Daddy's servants did what they could as the two demons talked: refilling their glasses, holding them when they weren't in use, tending to the fire, and fetching various things for them. The whole time I was still, needing to be silent. I tried to listen to Ezra and Naamah. I couldn't decipher any of the words, but their tones were informal and comfortable as they talked. They laughed and chatted and smiled. It was apparent that these two were long-time friends.
They conversed for hours, and I was getting tired. My arms started shaking from the strain of holding the weight up, and it seemed that every slight movement of mine resulted in her stilettos poking into me. Still, they did eventually wrap things up. Once they stood, I could hardly get to my feet. We all went to the lobby as Daddy said his goodbyes and Naamah left. After she was gone for a sufficient length of time my brothers started to relax, talking and laughing the way they normally did. I couldn't do much besides find a place to sit down.
I took off my bindings and Zeke came up.
"Alright, bro, what did you think of Naamah?"
I tried to think about the situation objectively.
"She's really scary...but in a lot of ways, Daddy is pretty scary, too."
He nodded. "For a demon he's fair in his treatment of us, but every time she comes over I'm harshly reminded of what exactly I signed up for. I wouldn't be surprised if that was Papa's intention, too."
"Do you think she has slaves of her own?"
"Probably, though I think it's a little different from how it is around here. Considering how she treats us and what Master Ezra makes us wear when she visits, I'm guessing she's more of a Dominatrix."
That was an unpleasant thing for me to think about, but I supposed that what I did every day was unsightly for most people, too.
Zeke held out his hand.
"C'mon, Cody. Let's get some sleep."
*****
I had been living with my Daddy for almost three months. I was standing, trembling, in front of the door to the fuck room.
Today was the day I would finally ask Daddy to fuck me. Until then, I would pleasure him in other ways, either alone or with one or more of my brothers. I had sucked Daddy's cock and made him come in my mouth multiple times at that point. I got the technique down over the weeks, and now I was able to dislocate my jaw and swallow Daddy's wonderful dick whole. When he came down my throat, I would get so happy I would cry. My entire body would vibrate in pleasure. It was completely euphoric, but I wanted more. I wanted Daddy's cock in my pussy.
I asked all my brothers for advice beforehand, so I could avoid embarrassing myself. They each gave me pointers and I felt that I was reasonably prepared for what was coming.
"Come in," Daddy's voice said.
I swallowed and entered the fuck room. No matter how many times it happened, I would never be able to prepare for the lust that would overtake me upon seeing his body laid out. I think I started drooling.
I got on my hands and knees and crawled over, getting on the bed. I curled into his arms, trying to make my already tiny body even smaller.
"Hello, Daddy."
"Hello, son."
I didn't even need to present my mouth to him. He took without asking, shoving his masterful tongue in my mouth and ravaging me. He turned us over so his gigantic body was over mine. I whimpered and squirmed slightly like I knew Daddy liked.
After some aggressive French kissing, he moved on to my neck. The first time he gave me a hickey, I came twice, and wore it like a badge of honor for the next few days. He licked and sucked on my neck. He got to a spot right under my ear, and when he bit down I almost came undone. I breathed heavily, trying to think in what could be recognized as words. I asked the question I had wanted to ask for so long.
"Daddy...please...would you please fuck me?"
He nibbled on my ear and I moaned.
"Hmmm...I suppose you have been a good little slave," he purred.
I nodded eagerly.
"You give decent head, and eat me out well enough."
I nodded again, now whimpering. At that point I would have probably sold my soul if I was told that it would get Daddy to fuck me.
