Tina's Tender

Morning came and as I groggily woke my first conscious thought was that the previous night had been a dream, and my first clue that it wasn't came from the unfamiliar surroundings. I shifted to my other side and Tina's beauty came into view. I dared to believe what I remembered from the previous evening. As if affected by my loving gaze, she woke and smiled. She sat up and held her hand up for me to take. When I did she slid out of bed and pulled me along behind her. She took me into the bathroom and sat on the toilet to pee. I was instructed to kneel on the floor beside the toilet. "I will rarely ask you to drink my pee the way I did last night. I've never done that to a slave before but I was feeling adventurous. I didn't think you would be able to do it the way you did. Since you were able, I will show off that talent of yours from time to time. I have girlfriends who will be impressed and want a demonstration. They'll want to watch me do it or do it themselves."

I nodded, indicating I would comply with such a demand. She finished peeing and moved over me with one foot on the toilet. She didn't have to ask me to clean her pussy; I was eagerly on it and thanked her for the privilege.

"We have a big day. You get to meet Jack and be humiliated by him. You're going to do a lot of things for the first time today. How does that sound?"

"Exciting and scary." Those words were not exaggerations and I felt the need to feel around for some safety. "Master Tina."

"Yes."

"I'm not into anal sex."

"What does that mean?"

"I don't want to be fucked in the ass."

"That's a reasonable limit, and I'm not into ass fucking myself. But on the other hand, I do keep my ass squeaky clean and I will expect you to lick it with a penetrating enthusiasm."

"Yes, Master. How could I not want to put my tongue in something as beautiful as your ass?" I'd never done that, but the thought was extremely appealing. How could you call yourself a slave and not lick your master's cleaned ass.

"I hope this doesn't mean you're homophobic," she said, as we settled in at the kitchen table for coffee. I drink mine black and she added a small spoon of sugar when I brought hers. We were both naked. After adding the sugar she looked at me and said, "I like cream in mine." I got up to fetch it and she said, "No, I like the real thing," pointing to my cock. "Jack off in my coffee, slave."

I moved her cup to the edge of the table and stood next to her. She lowered her head and sucked me hard, and then I took over, stroking to meet her need. She began finishing her thoughts on my possible homophobia.

"You may not take it in the ass, but you will take it in the mouth. I won't have a slave who refuses to suck cock."

"Yes, Master." This hadn't been one of my fantasies, but I realized that as a response to my beautiful master's command it would be hot. I liked the idea.

"We've already established that you like sperm and I'm guessing you'll love having a warm hard cock in your mouth. Don't you think hard cocks are beautiful?"

"Yes. I notice how appealing they are, especially the big ones, when I watch porn." Her words were exciting me, though I hadn't previously given these things much thought. "Will I have to suck Jack's cock today?"

"Of course, he'll need to know you are submissive enough to do that or he won't let you marry me. He'll train you up good like he did me."

I'd forgotten about the married thing, but felt zero resistance to the idea. "What's it like sucking cock?"

"Sucking Jack's cock is great, he's the only guy I've sucked that shoots a bigger load than you. You should be proud of your loads, by the way, and lucky to be getting to suck the guy I call the master of cream." I contemplated that so far everything I thought I would like, I ended up liking.

Thoughts of sucking my first cock with Tina watching danced in my head and I started squirting jizz into her coffee. Out of curiosity I counted. There was one small spurt followed by six big ones and then three final smaller ones. Ten in all.

Tina's eyes lit up as she watched. She licked her lips in anticipation and moved the cup so she could lick a small amount off the table that missed the cup. "Fuck that's good," she said. She sipped her coffee and said, "Perfect, one sugar and lots of cream. Thank you, Slave."

My indoctrination into the world of submission seemed to be going well, though I had nothing to compare it to except my recent sexual drought. In a way it seemed I was being trained to be a male slut, a person so enamored with sex that all I wanted to do was please the person I was being submissive to. The submission itself was a huge turn on as was the humiliation aspect.

I was noticing that Tina was really sweet to me at times and I felt lucky to have a master who could coldly demand that I drink her piss in one instant and be kind and gentle in the next. It was like a normal loving relationship that could take a turn toward twisted at any moment.

Tina sipped her coffee saying Mmmmm after every sip. "I'm going to have you do that every morning. When I say, 'slave, bring me coffee,' just remember, it's one sugar and one load. I'll call it my slut coffee. Getting back to the homo thing. I hope you don't mind, not that it matters if you do, but since you're a submissive I'll be dressing you in women's under clothes. And you'll need to shave your legs so stockings will look good on you."

I remembered what she said the night before, that if I couldn't obey an order I should just pack up and go. I wasn't about to make a fuss over something as trivial as wearing women's undergarments. I realized anything that turned her on would turn me on. As I sat looking at her, again noting the resemblance to Nicole Kidman, I wondered how far I would go to be her slave.

I know guys might read this and think I was allowing a sissyfication without a fight; going down too easy, as the expression goes. But I ask, if you were sitting there looking at an 11 on a scale of 1-10, how far would you go? I won't deny that the things she was asking of me connected with some inner submissive slut that I hadn't even known existed, but if that wasn't true I may have still obeyed her commands.

She stood, took my hand and said, "Let's find you something to wear."

We walked to her bedroom and she led me to a dresser and pulled out a middle drawer. It was full of frilly things and divided into three compartments: garters and hosiery, panties, and babydoll type coverings. She pulled out panties first, no cotton lining in the crotch. Very sheer, thin, transparent material. "You're about the size of my last slave. Try them on." They were pink, a bikini cut and they fit perfect.

"Yes," Tina said. "You're cock is perfectly visible. Jack will approve of your cock size. Take them back off and let's get those legs shaved."

I think I was as proud a man as any, accomplished, great leadership skills, accumulated wealth. Why was none of this striking me as unacceptable? We strolled to the bathroom where she took out a razor and some gel shaving lotion. She had me sit in the shower and gel up, then handed me the razor. It wasn't easy considering how hairy they were to begin with. The razor kept getting clogged up with hair. She had one of those detachable, flex cable shower heads and used it to spray me off after my first shaving. She told me to gel up again and go over it a second time. "I want my slave smooth and sexy," she said.

We returned to the bedroom and she handed me some sheer black stockings and a black garter belt. She told me to put the panties back on and then the stockings and garter. She thought I looked real sexy, but I can't say I was seeing it. I was following orders. Then she handed me a black transparent baby-doll that came just below my crotch. I thought the whole get up looked pretty faggoty, but she loved it and said that was all that mattered.

Tina had me undress and we returned to the bathroom. I shaved her legs then we both jumped in the shower. She said I deserved a treat and told me to lay on the floor of her shower, which I'm thinking was a custom install as it had three shower heads and could have easily accommodated at least that many people. Once down she sat on my cock and started to pee. Her pee felt so hot and wonderful. She said, "I want you to be as into pee as I am. Does that feel good?"

"I'm sure 'good' doesn't quite capture it. It's very warm but it's also your pee. That makes it very enjoyable. Please move to my mouth for cleaning, Master," I said after she seemed to be finished. "I can't believe how badly I need a taste," I told her.

She squatted on mouth and said ready. I said yes and she finished peeing a small amount that she had saved for me. Then I fervently targeted every drop I could find before we turned on the shower and rinsed off in prep for a Jack visit.

I was instructed to put my 'outfit' back on. She searched the closet and came up with a pastel yellow, flower patterned, micro-mini summer dress. She tossed it on the bed. She walked to a dresser and pulled out a pair of light-blue, satiny looking panties that were probably a size larger than she needed. She explained that Jack liked fucking her with her panties on. "With them a little large I can easily pull them aside," she said. She added that I might be doing the pulling.

She pulled out some other items and returned to the bed where I sat waiting to be of service. She sat down and had me kneel in front of her. She stood facing away from me, handing me her black lace garter belt to put on and fasten in the back. She sat back down so I could slowly roll her black stockings into place and connect the straps. Then I slipped on her three inch black heels and fastened the little buckles on them. Her dress was short enough that all of her stocking tops showed and her garter straps as well. She looked stunning. I was still having trouble believing how lucky I was. I was given sandals to wear with the rest of my faggot outfit. I'm not disparaging gays, I'm simply thinking in terms of humiliation.

We sat back at the kitchen table and waited for Jack, her calmly and me nervously. "What's going to happen when Jack gets here?" I knew I had already asked, more than once, and didn't want to sound boorish, but it was the only way to cope with my nerves.

"I can tell you already love me, and that's good, I want that a lot. So, what will be most difficult for you will probably be seeing that I love Jack too, very much. I've been his slave for two years. Please know that if he degrades me in any way it's because he knows how much that turns me on. It can be confusing and uncomfortable for a slave to watch his or her master get treated like a slave. Just remember, it's all context. Remember, in the context of me being beautiful and you being really horny and needy, you liked drinking my pee. As I said before, you can learn a lot about being a good slave from me and from watching me with Jack."

Then the knock came.