Biker Slave

My eyes opened slowly opened to a new morning. I woke up, as usual, with my face lying comfortably on Sandy’s pussy. I moved around a little and she responded by moving one of her luscious legs to the side a little. This gave me an opportunity to stick my tongue into her lower lips and very gently up across her clitoris. Half asleep, she shuttered and let out a soft moan of pleasure.

I’m Carl and I belong to Sandy. I first met her when I got downsized and took early retirement from a mid- management Government job and moved to a town in Nevada about an hour’s drive from Las Vegas. I was married then, but it wasn’t a thriving marriage. My wife, Janie, was only interested in the gambling in LV and we’d mostly just gone our separate ways until we finally divorced. I moved into a small rental house where I lived simply and enjoyed my privacy.

A couple of years earlier Sandy and her husband Rob had hosted a neighborhood garage sale. Janie had heard about the sale and wanted to set up a table to sell some of her work suits that she no longer needed since retiring. That’s when I first met Sandy and immediately knew there was something very special about her and that I had to get to know her. Sandy’s regular occupation was providing electrolysis hair removal. Since I pretty much hate body hair, especially pubic hair, I was delighted to find out that Sandy was accepting male customers.

We hit it off well from the very start. Sandy was super easy to talk to and had led a varied and interesting life. She was just turning 45 but looked ten years younger and maintained an excellent figure. Every time I saw her gorgeous legs and the curve of her breasts my heart skipped a beat. I also got great pleasure in just lying nude on the table as she bent over me, electrocuting hair after hair. Sometimes the electric shocks, the feel of her hands and my thoughts of her caused me to get an erection. At first she pretended not to notice.

In her past, Sandy had once been a part of a mounted rescue posse in Oregon, but upon moving to Nevada, had finally given up horses for the comfort of a motorcycle. She enjoyed the allure of cruising down the road and liked going to biker events. She wasn’t affiliated with a gang of any sort, but liked having contacts in the culture.

For recreation and exercise, she played tennis regularly with her good friend Lydia, who operated a self-storage business. When Sandy mentioned that when going to her electrolysis training, she’d once shared a house with some male-to-female transgendering people, I knew I had to tell her about my hidden desires, my fantasies about becoming a shemale, and my all too real urges to service well-hung men.

Sandy came to be my best friend, my sex psychologist and my total confidante. I finally had a friend whom I could trust with my deepest secret thoughts and desires.

It is sometimes said that a male thinks about sex about once every six seconds. Maybe that’s true, on average, but that must mean that many other guys only think about it once a day or so, because I seem to have it on my mind all the time. I am fascinated by sex in all its forms. I described myself to Sandy as “hetero-amorous, poly-sexual”. I have determined that I fall in love with women and I also love cocks. I don’t consider myself gay because I am in no way attracted emotionally toward other males.

My only interest is in their dicks and how they use them. I am also a total bottom when it comes to other men. Whether that makes me ‘gay’, I don’t know or even care now. I like to suck cocks and get fucked. I am what I am, and I am now comfortable with that. But I do fall in love with women. I love their curves, their boobs, their butts, their eyes and their smooth feel.

I love their personalities, their voices and I love their warmth when I lie next to one. I want to kiss and lick their entire bodies and suck gently on their tits, clits and pussies. I want to provide them with orgasm after orgasm. Strangely, I don’t often think about fucking them in their pussies. I do, however, think often about fucking them in the ass. Perhaps I’m projecting onto them the pleasure I get from being sodomized. Am I gay? I don’t know… does it even matter?

As time went on, I told Sandy about my fantasies. I have fantasized about being thrown into a jail in Mexico and being gangbanged by all the locals. I’ve fantasized about sucking a horse’s dick and being fucked by dogs. And I fantasized about becoming a TG slut. I also told Sandy my personal philosophy about sex; about how I think it’s part of a basic trinity. I believe that the search for food, shelter and sex are the three primal desires that transcend all other urges for humans and always will. Everything else is just fluff and complications. Everything we do, and have ever done, ultimately revolves around finding food, shelter and sex. I also told her about some of my experiences having sex with other men and even about how I thought myself capable of partnering with a shemale. After all, a shemale (hopefully) has the good looks of a woman but is blessed with the dick of a man. What more could a guy like me ask for?

I fell very deeply in love with Sandy. I eventually found out that her marriage was also on the rocks and that Rob mostly ignored her, just sitting around all day watching TV. Sandy expressed a desire for more sex in her life, but she was conflicted by her wedding vows versus the lack of interest by her husband.

We didn’t have an affair in the traditional sense. I’d mostly talk and she’d mostly listen. She gave me much- too-short hugs and she let me stroke her back or occasionally stroke her beautiful butt. Sometimes after an electrolysis session she’d let me cup her breasts for a few moments. I was not allowed to kiss her lips, but I was grateful for whatever she’d let me do. I am addicted to frottage, the pleasure one gets from tactile contact. It’s hugging on steroids and Sandy granted that to me in moderation.

My life continued this way for a little over a year, then suddenly things began to subtly change. One September day, at one of our weekly electrolysis sessions, Sandy asked me if I wanted to be fucked by a man she knew. Bret was one of her clients who was having excess hair removed from his ears. But he constantly bragged to her about his endowment. Sandy had gently quizzed him about his interests in men and being the macho guy that he was, he’d replied that “..an ass is an ass..”, and he’d fuck anyone.

I thought about this offer for a few moments because I realized that Sandy, while trying to help satisfy my urges, might also be seeing this as a substitute for her in my life. But since she wasn’t letting me have actual sex with her, I said I’d meet Bret and service him. The meeting didn’t go badly, but it wasn’t the experience I’d hoped for. Bret had been quaffing beers and had a hard time maintaining his erection, even with me giving him an excellent blowjob. He finally managed to get his cock into my ass and pumped for a while but never shot a load. When I later told Sandy about the encounter, she was genuinely sorry for me. I told her that I deeply appreciated what she’d tried to do and that I’d do anything I ever could for her.

Unbeknownst to me, Sandy had finally decided that her life needed a sea change and she began by contacting a biker friend, ‘Big Bill’ Morgan, about starting a new business to cater to the ‘less mainstream’ aspects of the biker culture. Bill stood about 6’6″ and carried 270 pounds of mostly muscle on his frame. Bill told Sandy that in a few weeks there was going to be a biker rally near the Las Vegas speedway, and that her entertainment idea sounded feasible. So with Bill’s help, Sandy started planning her (and my) new careers.

Sandy called me about an impromptu electrolysis session and I jumped at the idea. As was usual for meeting her, I washed thoroughly that morning. I wouldn’t ever want to offend her with any odors or, god forbid, fart around her. I showered well and disconnected the head of the hand-held shower unit from the flexible hose. I then held the bare end of the hose to my anus and filled my colon with water and held it for a minute or two before expelling it to douche myself. After repeating this a few more times, only clear water came out when I expelled. I applied a thick layer of Super Numb cream to my dick and scrotum and even to my asshole. I’d found that when numbed on the surface, these areas actually contributed to causing erections when rubbed. A spritz of cologne, and I was ready to go.

Sandy had her electrolysis office in a small strip shopping center in a sparsely populated area of town. That gave privacy to her clients. She met me at the front door and ushered me in. As usual, I stripped down to just my sandals and prepared to lie down onto the padded table. This time though, she beckoned me to just sit on the edge and she offered me a large, strong margarita that she’d already prepared for me. What I didn’t know was that she’d laced my drink with Liquid X, a date rape drug which she’d gotten from Big Bill. I started sipping my drink and immediately started to mellow out.

“Hey sweetie, are you getting enough sex?” Sandy asked casually.

“Obviously not enough from you.” I replied.

She just laughed, then paused for a moment, and said, “If you could have as much sex with men as you wanted, how much would that really be?”

I sipped my drink again and pondered her question before replying, “You know, what I really crave from men would be occasionally getting a gangbang pounding that lasts for a whole day or two. Someday I’d like to be tied down and suck cocks and be fucked continuously. I’d like to be filled to overflowing with their cum. Sandy, I am dearly in love with you, but I also crave intense periods of servicing cocks. I’m a mess and I know it, aren’t I?”

“Sweetie, I understand you more than you think and I’m going to try to help. How would you like to work with me… for me? If you’ll go off with me, I’ll get you everything you want. You’ll literally…work your ass off…for me. You’ll take care of me and I’m going to take care of you. I want you to be my bitch slave…and I’ll be yours.” Upon hearing that offer, my cock started twitching.

By this time the alcohol and the Liquid X in the margarita were starting to make me tipsy and my body was feeling very relaxed. Sandy took my dick in her hand and gently moved her finger tips up and down the shaft which started to grow. I drained the last of the margarita and Sandy took the glass from me and gently had me lie back on the table. My mind was getting very addled and the hand job, combined with the surface numbing of the skin was causing my dick to get a tremendous hard-on.

Sandy reached over to the wall and flicked the outside light a couple of times to signal to Bill, who was in Sandy’s pickup. Sandy’s totally enclosed horse trailer was hitched to the pickup and Bill drove it around to the back and deftly backed it up to the back door. Then Bill got out of the cab and came into Sandy’s office through the back door. By then I was drifting between consciousness and dreamy sleep.

“Is he ready?” said Bill.

“As ready as he’ll ever be. Are you ready?” Sandy asked.

Bill didn’t answer, but just took a tube of lubricant out of his jeans pocket, unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants revealing an enormous erection that explained his nickname. Big Bill’s dick was a full 8 inches long and 2 inches in diameter. He squeezed some lubricant into his palm and smeared it along the length of his penis. Together, they rolled me over on my side, exposing my ass. Bill then smeared the last of the lubricant on my asshole and used two fingers to work it inside. I wasn’t entirely sure what was going on but it felt good so I went with the flow.

“Sweetie, we’re going to get you up and turn you around.” said Sandy as she and Bill each grabbed one of my arms and pulled me shakily to my feet. They then turned me around and bent my waist over the end of the table. Sandy went around to the front of the table and took my wrists in her hands and stretched me out. Simultaneously, Bill put one hand on the small of my back and pushed me down onto the table. Then using the other, guided his dick toward my asshole. As he leaned in, the head of his dick pushed into the expanding ring.

As I had done this before, I automatically pushed back as if I was defecating, allowing the length of his pole to enter me. There was just a momentary pinch of pain as the head of his thick dick pushed through the sphincter, then a growing sense of pleasure as his dick ran over my prostate. Slowly, the full length of this pleasure pole filled me until his balls slapped my perineum. Bill then began a rhythmic pistoning in and out, causing waves of pleasure that caused me to cross my eyes and almost black out. I couldn’t have protested, even if I’d wanted to. Bill didn’t waste any time and after about five minutes, sent a gusher of cum into my gut.

“He’ll do just fine!” said Bill as he rested a moment before drawing his still-engorged dick out of me. “Remember, it’s always free for me for helping you get this going.”

Sandy gave him a big smile. “I don’t think either of us will have a problem with that!”

Bill pulled his jeans up and helped Sandy lift me to my feet and guided me out the back door and into the horse trailer. I was clad only in my sandals. Bill had used the previous two weeks to modify Sandy’s trailer. It started as a 28′, three-horse, fifth-wheel trailer with a complete forward compartment living space. That included a shower, toilet, and a large bed in the overhang. Sandy had already moved some of her things into that part.

Bill had taken out the partition in the back portion where the horses had been and had installed an ominously prominent padded bench shaped just like a human torso from the ribcage to the crotch. It was about 12 inches wide, 18 inches long, tapering toward the rounded back end, and stood about three feet high. The legs were made of 4x4s and had eyebolts near the bottom of each leg. The legs were splayed about three feet apart at the bottom. There was also a wide, plush motorcycle seat mounted securely on a metal pole near the front of the bench, just right for someone’s crotch to be right at bench level. At the back of the bench there were also two padded slings hanging from the ceiling of the trailer. They were mounted about halfway between each side edge of the bench and the trailer walls.

Bill and Sandy then leaned me over the back end of the padded bench. They put leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles and fastened them to the eyebolts with carabineers. I was drowsy and didn’t object in the least; I was ready to work for Sandy. She then called her husband and told him that she was leaving and wasn’t coming back. “Whatever” was all he replied. Bill helped Sandy carry my clothes and all of her electrolysis equipment to the trailer and then he left on his motorcycle. Sandy drove off to begin her new life with me in tow, literally.

Training Days

Sandy drove over to Lydia’s business where she had arranged to rent a storage room. Lydia was there to greet her when we drove up. While waiting for Sandy to come take over the storage room, a large and a larger package had arrived for Sandy. Lydia had stored them in the unit.

“Hey there, girl. How’d the old man take it?” asked Lydia.

“Just like I told you he would. Is the unit ready? Is the electric turned on?”

“Yeah, just like you asked for. You’ve got the end unit and there are a couple of empties between you and any other rented ones. Some big packages arrived for you and I put ’em inside. You can use the RV hookup near the house for your trailer. Do you need any help unloading?”

“I could use a hand with this…” said Sandy as she opened the side door of the trailer and displayed me draped sleeping on the bench.

“What the fuck?”

“Lydia, say ‘HI’ to my very own ho!”

“Are there enough women who’d pay for his dick?”

“Probably not, but my business plan isn’t as much to sell his cock to women, it’ll be selling his ass to men.”

Lydia stared for a moment with her mouth open then uttered “Does he know what you’re doing?”

“Hell, he’s been asking for it, and I’m gonna give it to him in spades! But first I’m gonna have to train him good.”

Lydia just stood there staring for a moment then turned to Sandy and said with a devilish smile “I’ve been fucked over by men my whole life and I’d like a little payback. Can I help?”

Lydia’s husband, Tony, was much like Sandy’s – indolent and totally absorbed in TV, beer and baking his corpulent body beside their above-ground pool while Lydia did the work of running the business. Lydia wanted more sex than Tony could provide, so she sometimes had her Hispanic gardener plowing her. Occasionally, Julio had even brought a black assistant, Danny. Danny didn’t know the first thing about gardening, but he knew how to fill Lydia’s pussy while Julio was filling her mouth with thick cum.

Ever since Sandy had told her about the impending split, Lydia had started thinking along the same lines and thought maybe she’d find a place that she and Sandy could share. Lydia hadn’t known about me being part of the equation, but that turned out not to be an issue.

Before guiding me into the storage room, Sandy opened a box from KTM Enterprises and began taking the parts out. Lydia watched intently as the various pieces of metal came out. “What’s all this for?” inquired Lydia. Sandy didn’t answer, but following the instruction sheet, started assembling the pieces.

It soon became evident to Lydia that it was a bondage stockade to keep someone immobilized in a ‘doggie’ position. The base was shaped like a long ‘H’ turned sideways. The ends of each arm had metal rings welded on and there were two upright posts that mounted on the central rib. One had a lockable neck collar and the other was shaped like a ‘T’ to support and immobilize the waist of the ‘guest’. The top bar of the ‘T’ was padded but hollow and allowed for a belt to go through to lock down the guests’ torso so he, or she, could not move their body. When Sandy pulled an electric powered fucking machine out of the box, Lydia glanced at the instruction sheet and saw that the hardware was labeled ‘Bitch Tamer Package’.

When Sandy pulled a very large dildo out of a package labeled ‘Kong’, Lydia’s eyes went wide and she silently thought to herself, “Wow, I guess so!”

After it was all assembled, the two women finished unloading the trailer. I was the last thing they brought in. I was still very shaky, but they walked me in and locked me into the stockade. They did not put my head in the collar device because they were not going to be with me. My wrist and ankle cuffs were locked onto the spreader legs and my waist was draped over the T-bar and belted down. Then Sandy mounted the fucking machine at the back with the Kong dong pushed against, but not into my ass. The two women then left, locking me in the room. I dozed off again.

The next day I awoke, groggy from the drug and not really comprehending where I was. The only light in the room was what leaked in around the edge of the door. I knew I was naked, except for my sandals and I felt something flexible pushed against my ass. It felt good and I started to get an erection. About that time the door opened and Sandy and Lydia walked in. I looked up and saw Sandy wearing a very short skirt, no panties, and a halter top that barely provided cover for her boobs. She was carrying a folding lawn chair. Lydia was wearing a raincoat, which was immediately odd because I could see that it was a normal, bright shiny morning in the desert community.

“Hi Lydia,” I mumbled, “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Well,” she sighed, “It’s not very fancy and sorry, but you won’t be the one doing the meeting.” She let her raincoat open up revealing that she was nude except for an extremely large strap-on dildo, “I’ll be the one… meating… you!”

Sandy slid the collar attachment toward me and locked it around my submissive neck preventing me from seeing anything behind me. My erection grew larger as I anticipated what was going to happen. Sandy then moved the fucking machine aside and Lydia retrieved a bottle of lubricant from her coat pocket, shed the raincoat and began slathering a copious amount of lubricant on the dildo.

In anticipation of what was coming, I started pushing my abdominal muscles back as if preparing to defecate. I wasn’t disappointed as Lydia put the head of the dildo on my asshole and leaned in forcing the massive pole of rubber into my rectum. I gasped repeatedly as the dildo slid in, inch by inch. Lydia started rhythmically pumping in on the monster, forcing it deeper into me, stretching me wider and wider. I felt like I was being ripped open. “How do you like that bitch?” growled Lydia. Before I could gasp out an answer, Lydia answered her own question. “From now on, all you ever say to us is, “Yes Ma’am, Thank you very much.” Have you got that?”

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you…aahh… very much.” I gasped with the latest stroke.

As Lydia continued to ream my ass I was going into a paroxysm of pleasure. I shut my eyes to concentrate on the wonderful feeling. My cock began dripping pre-cum and I couldn’t imagine anything as nice as this. But the next thing I knew, my face was smothered by Sandy’s pussy. She had set up the lawn chair in front of me, sat down on the front edge and lifted her skirt. She’d then spread her legs wide and moved the chair forward, jamming her cunt into my mouth.

“EAT!” she demanded.

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you very much.” I mumbled as I shot my tongue as deep into her as I could. There is a heaven! Sandy started moaning in pleasure as my tongue lashed into her pussy lips and up across her clit. She lifted and splayed her legs and brought her feet together resting on my back. Opened that way, it only took a few minutes for her to come to a shuddering orgasm. As she did so, Lydia just leaned in and kept the dildo buried as far into me as possible. Reaching under my stomach she grasped my cock and pumped it until I exploded in my own orgasm.

Spurts of cum splashed onto the floor and my prostate burned with the contractions that squeezed it dry. Sandy slumped back on the chair and gasped for breath. Bringing her feet down to the ground, she leaned forward toward me. “So much for play time. Are you ready to learn how to be my whore?”

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you very much.”

Lydia started to pull the long dildo out of my ass and I could feel the full length of it as it was slowly extracted. The feeling was electric. As soon as it plopped out I felt very empty and longed for my ass to be filled again. I was soon to get my wish.

“You really liked that, didn’t you?” said Lydia.

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you very much.”

Sandy got up from the chair and went around behind me where I couldn’t look because of the neck collar. Shortly thereafter, I felt the tip of the machine- mounted dildo being pushed into my ass. The Kong dong was over 2″ wide. Sandy pushed it three inches into me and then turned on the motor of the fucking machine. With a six inch stroke the machine buried the big dildo a full nine inches into my colon. At first she set the speed control to a slow pace so I was getting a full in-and-out stroke about every 3 seconds. Sandy then left to go have breakfast. Lydia had taken off the strap-on dildo and sat down in the lawn chair with the speed control in her hand and her pussy now in my face.

“Suck it!” she demanded.

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you very much.”

With the dildo pushing powerfully into my ass, I matched the rhythm and slurped deep into Lydia’s pussy. Lydia began to writhe around as her orgasm built. She then twisted the speed control to increase the strokes into me. The machine picked up its relentless pace to what must have been a full stroke every second. My ass was screaming with pain and pleasure. I pushed my tongue harder into Lydia’s cunt and she finally started gasping and squealing with pleasure as her orgasm fired off.

For a full minute she crammed her pussy into my face and I responded as well as I could, considering how the fucking machine was reaming me. Then, with a barely stifled scream, Lydia arched her back then released and collapsed forward over my head holding my face buried in her cunt. I could do nothing but try to gasp for air as her luscious thighs squeezed and kept my head immobilized.

After a moment, Lydia sat up, and turned the speed control down to its lowest setting. With the relaxation from the high-speed pounding, my ass quickly adjusted and I began to feel each slow stroke which caused more pre-cum to generate and slowly drip from the head of my semi-erect cock. It was an exquisite feeling. Lydia then got up and unhooked the neck collar, but left me bound on the stockade with the fucking machine dutifully pounding my ass. She then squeezed some more lubricant onto the pistoning Kong dildo and put on her raincoat.

“We’ll be back later… have a nice day!” And with that she smiled, turned and walked out the door, shutting and locking it behind her.

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you very much.” I croaked, as I tried to writhe and wiggle my ass on the impaling dildo.

Some hours later the two women came back. By then I was just a puddle from the never-ending pounding of the machine. I was just draped over the waist bar and couldn’t even lift my head when they came through the door. Sandy then turned off the machine and carefully withdrew the dildo from my swollen ass. While it felt good to finally have the pounding stopped, there was also that feeling of emptiness in my ass that craves filling. They released my ankle and wrist cuffs from the rings on the stockade and stood me up. I was shaky from having been in the same position for almost a full day.

As I leaned on the stockade frame for support, Sandy produced a rubber cock ring which she stretched over my balls and half-erect penis. It also had a flexible extension tongue hanging down which ended with a large ball on the end. Sandy had attached a thin chain leash to the tongue. She then took the ball end and pushed it into my rectum. My anal sphincter closed around the ball. With my ass swollen from the machine fucking it hurt a little to have it go in, but then it felt so wonderful! Sandy grabbed the chain and gave a small yank, “Well, did you enjoy your first training day?”

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you very much.” And with that, they led me off to the trailer.

Once there I was immediately put into the shower. It was big enough for two and Sandy stripped and came in with me. This was the first time I’d ever seen her completely nude and my cock betrayed my feelings. I started getting an enormous erection, helped by the constricting rubber cock ring.

“Do you like what you see?” she said.

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you very much.”

“From now on, I’m going to be your very own Goddess of Sex. You’ll do anything I tell you to do, won’t you?”

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you very much.”

“If I’m going to be your Goddess of Sex, don’t you think you should look the part of a worshiper?”

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you very much.”

“First, I’ve been doing some reading about Egyptian slaves and servants. Did you know that their heads were completely shaved? Although for now I think we should just shave your body but leave the hair on your head intact. Is that OK with you?”

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you very much.”

“Good. We’ll do that. And would you also like to be my very own personal handmaiden?”

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you very much.”

“You’ll wash my hair. You’ll wash my body. And you’ll lick my entire body clean, every square inch. Do you understand that?”

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you very much.”

“But you never kiss my lips and you never put your cock inside me, do you understand that?”

My lust for her presence was making me dizzy. “Yes Ma’am. Thank you very much.”

My right hand went down to my engorged cock to pump it, but Sandy pulled it away. “You never, ever touch your own dick without my telling you! Understand? I don’t want you to be satisfied; I want you to stay as horny as possible.”

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you very much.”

“Good! Now let’s get that hair off your body. Today, we’ll just shave it, but later we’ll get rid of it permanently. Stand here in front of me!”

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you very much.”

And with that I stood unmoving in front of Sandy. She then proceeded to shave my face and every square inch of my body down to my feet. When she was done I didn’t have a single hair left on my body, anywhere, except on my head.

I rinsed off and Sandy turned around in the shower. Dropping her hands to her side she said, “Now, take the shampoo and soap and wash my body. Start with my hair, then the shoulders, then reach around me and carefully massage my tits, my stomach and my pussy.” I did as I was told. When I started to work on her chest, I tried to do it while maintaining some distance but Sandy backed into my body and said “Closer!” That brought my fully horizontal erection into the small of her back. “Lower your body so that cock isn’t poking me in the back.”

When I spread my knees to the side and started to squat down Sandy backed into me even more driving me up against the shower wall and pushing my rigid cock along her butt crack. It slid down and the tip came to rest on the bottom of her pussy lips. I almost fainted from the sensation of my cock pushing along her ass. She grabbed my hands in hers and placed one on a breast and the other on her pussy and gently purred “Keep washing.” I almost passed out.

I was breathing in ragged gasps and Sandy was mewling and shivering. With my fingers caressing her clit and dipping into her pussy Sandy rapidly achieved an orgasm. She started to bend forward and I had to grab her waist to hold her up. This caused my dick to rub even more on the bottom of her labia almost causing me to shoot a load of cum. As her contractions relaxed, she stood erect and turned around to face me.

“That was good,” she said. “Now, hold me close and wash my back then get lower and do my butt and legs.”

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you very much.”

I was shaking terribly from the stimulation as I held her tight and moved my hands up and down her back. Sandy then put both of her hands on my engorged cock and drew it slowly down toward her pussy lips. I started to slowly squat down to follow it and my hands slipped down over the curve of her butt and gently into the crack of her ass. Sandy then moved the swollen head of my penis up and down on her clit and pussy lips and I had to stifle a scream of pleasure. Her breast was touching my lips and I gently sucked in the nipple and ran my tongue over it.

My legs started to buckle and I slid down further, rubbing the backs of her thighs and running my tongue into her pussy lips again. She pressed her cunt into my face and for the next five minutes I licked at her pussy as I closed my eyes and continued to wash off the rest of her legs. Sandy then gasped and tensed up again as she enjoyed another orgasm that lasted for a minute or two.

Finally sated, she gently pushed away from me, had me stand up and rinse her off. Then I was instructed to dry her by licking off all the water on every part of her body. That took about 15 minutes as I had to show particular care to dry her pussy and ass.

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you very much,” I volunteered.

With that done, I was instructed to repeat the whole procedure with Lydia, after which she went to her house.

Sandy pulled the ball from my rectum and removed the cock ring. “From now on, when the cock ring is off, you can talk normally and say what you want. You can tell me anything you want. You can ask me anything you want. This is your special time. During the daytime you will totally be my sex slave. In the evening we will be equals. Now sweetie, did you really like today or do you want to stop this?” she asked.

“I think this has been the most wonderful day of my life” I said. “May I have more of it tomorrow?”

I finished my bathroom activities then Sandy fed me and took me to bed with her. “OK,” she said with a small smile, “You told me you wanted to be my sex slave and now you’re going to be. Be careful what you ask for, you might get it. Isn’t that the old Chinese saying? Well, you’re now going to get it and you’re going to support you and me with your earnings. I hope you chose wisely. Remember, each morning, when we wake up, when a cock ring or something else goes on you, what’s the only thing you get to say…?”

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you very much.” I repeated.

“I think I could get very used to this.” She said with a smile. Sandy had me lie on my back and then she straddled my body in the 69 position. First, she pushed her cunt down onto my face and I immediately started to lick up into it. Then she bent down and took my erect cock into her mouth and gave me the most wonderful happy ending I’d ever had. I shot my load so hard that I thought I might hurt her throat, but she didn’t miss a drop and swallowed it all. Licking her lips, she turned her head to me, “Did you like that, sweetie?”

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you very, VERY much.”

Then she got up off me, turned around and lied down on her back and spread her legs. I was allowed to use her pussy as a pillow so I was able to get in some snack licks throughout the night.

Before dawn the next day Sandy woke me and I was ordered to douche and replace the cock ring devise. Then she led me back to the store room where I was told to extract the ball from my anus but keep the ring around my cock and balls. I was then secured on the stockade and subjected to the same fuck and suck training until dusk. Sandy and Lydia alternated checking on me through the day. This routine continued for the first week. The only variation was when Big Bill came by every couple of days to gauge my progress in becoming a sex slave whore.

He tested me by feeding me his cock until he came then replacing the fucking machine and reaming me until he came again. I am a very good cocksucker. The key to a really good blowjob isn’t to actually suck hard on the dick; it’s to use the tongue to massage the head and bottom ridge of the cock, pushing the tongue back and forth along the bottom. The nerves which cause the pleasurable sensations are mostly in and along the urethra and around the base of the crown.

After a week the training changed. Each morning Sandy would put me in the stockade for a couple of hours then take me out and use a laser epilator to permanently remove the hair from my body. First came my genital and anal areas. Next Sandy did my legs, chest, back and arms. Finally she started on my face. She removed all of my facial hair, even thinning out my eyebrows with the laser. After each treatment she’d have me close my eyes and slowly turn around in front of her. Then she’d have me walk around in a circle with my arms extended up in the air. I could tell she was mulling over something, but I didn’t know what.

Meanwhile, Lydia had been moving her and Sandy’s belongings to my rental house. Then after three weeks at Lydia’s storage facility, Bill, Sandy, Lydia and I moved everything out of the room and into my rental house. During the whole time Tony had been totally oblivious to everything that was going on. He seemed only partially interested when Lydia told him that she was gone for good. And with that, we all left. My government retirement was enough to pay for all the essentials of living for the two women and me.

My bed was moved out of the master bedroom and replaced with large, thick mats on the floor. This became the sleeping area for Sandy, Lydia and me. At night, I was allowed to alternate using Sandy’s and Lydia’s pussies for my pillow. The Bitch Tamer was set up in the other bedroom and training continued.

Finally, after one more week of training, it was time to for my first public test as a slave. Sandy and Lydia took me out to a place called JJ Western Swing, a residence on the edge of town whose owners hosted swingers’ parties most weekends. As luck would have it, that weekend’s theme was Ancient Times, so attendees arrived in various costumes dressed mostly as Romans, Greeks, and Egyptians. Sandy and Lydia both dressed as Cleopatra and I wore only sandals and a simple cock ring with a chain attached which Lydia wielded. Due to the cock ring and the situation, I also sported an enormous erection.

Since it was now October, it was totally dark when we arrived on Saturday evening and there was no problem with me being dressed the way I was when I got out of Sandy’s truck. After introductions and making small talk with various people, Sandy and Lydia hooked up with two Julius Caesars and the five of us went out to one of the love shack buildings in the back yard. I was instructed to kneel at the foot of the bed and the two women started to suck the cocks of the Romans. All clothes quickly came off and the men mounted their Egyptian ‘conquests’. Sandy instructed me to grab her ankles and spread her legs wide apart. Her Caesar then mounted her and sunk his cock deep into her pussy.

Both men had large dicks and soon had the women writhing and humping furiously. Lydia’s orgasm hit first and that triggered her Roman to shoot a copious amount of cum into her belly. All I could do was watch and wait. After a couple of minutes, Lydia’s Caesar rolled off of her and moved to the side of the bed to recover. Lydia then called to me “Come up here and clean out my pussy.”

I immediately got up and moved my face to her crotch and stuck my tongue into her cunt and began licking the cum out. Just about the time I was finishing cleaning her out, I could hear Sandy’s gasps and groans and knew she was also cumming. Her Caesar was also shooting his load and I got ready to get to work again. After their thrashing subsided Sandy told me to clean off her Caesar’s cock before helping her.

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you very much.”

I moved over to Caesar, took his dick into my mouth and sucked all of the residual wetness off of it. When he was satisfied, I then moved my face between Sandy’s waiting thighs and gently lapped and sucked all of the cum from her pussy. “Did you like doing that for us?” she asked.

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you very much.”

“Would you like us to do it again?”

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you very much.”

“Good. You stay here and we’re going to go find some more conquerors. If you’re good, maybe we’ll find some for you to serve directly.”

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you very much.”

The two ladies then went back to the main house and shortly returned with two more men and the process was repeated. At that moment a group consisting of three ‘Greek’ couples came to the door of the love shack.

“Hi, yaw’ll,” said the woman of one couple, “We’ve been hearing some good stuff about what’s going on here. May we join your fun?”

“Sure,” said Sandy with a big smile, “Would one of you men please avail yourself of my servant here? He gives very good head, but also needs to be fucked hard. I’d appreciate your putting him to any use you can. And I can tell you ladies that he’s quite good at keeping your pussy juices flowing.”

Sandy and Lydia took one of the men to the head of the bed and doubled up on him. Sandy had him lie down on his back and she impaled herself on his flagpole sized cock while Lydia straddled him and lowered her pussy onto his face. Another couple followed suit adding the female companion of the man enjoying Sandy and Lydia.

The lady of the third couple laid down at the foot of the bed with her legs over the end and beckoned me to eat her pussy. I moved over to fulfill my duty and started running my tongue deep into her cunt and up over her clit. The third Greek man lived up to his nickname by entering me and pounding my ass as I continued to service his lady. After each group of people reached orgasm I again cleaned up any cum from the men’s cocks and the women’s pussies.

This kind of action continued through Saturday night and all day Sunday with various combinations of people. At one point in the orgy an older couple, I’d guess in their late sixty’s, borrowed me and took me to another room in the main house. The woman was as tall as I, and even at her age was quite attractive and fit. She disrobed, laid on the bed, spread her long, shapely legs and instructed me to fuck her. As ordered, I crawled between her legs and gently, but firmly sunk my cock into her beautiful pussy. I lay there for a moment just savoring the feeling. Then I felt the bed move as her husband came up on it and positioned himself to enter me.

“She’s not a fan of anal sex,” He said, “but I am, and I hear you are, too.”

“Yes ma…yes sir. Thank you very much.”

The man then pushed his large, erect member deep into me and began to pump forcefully into me causing me to pump forcefully into his wife. The feeling of being in a sandwich and being used as a living condom was unbelievable! After ten minutes the wife started an orgasm that caused a chain reaction and all three of us came for what seemed at the time to be another ten minutes, although it probably wasn’t.

When that was over the three of us just lay there for another five minutes or so, then slowly disengaged. I was instructed to clean out the lady’s cunt, which I dutifully did. Then the couple returned me to Sandy and talked a few minutes with her. The husband also gave Sandy a card with their name and number. After they left, Sandy told me how pleased she was with my service, and that made me feel very proud to be hers.

On Sunday evening we said our goodbyes, thanked the hosts, and returned to our house where Sandy discovered a message from Big Bill that the Las Vegas Biker Rally was going to take place the next weekend. This would be the start of my professional career.

On Friday morning I prepped as usual with the addition of having a large amount of lubricant gel pumped into my gut then some Super Numb cream on my asshole. Then a stretchy silicone cock ring was put over my cock and balls and a separate large butt plug pushed into my ass. Sandy had prepared another of her drug-laced Margaritas for me and I quickly sucked it down. I was then instructed to lie down over the bench in the trailer. As the drug began to addle my mind, the cuffs were locked onto the eyebolts on the bench legs. Sandy and Lydia then drove us off to Fabulous Las Vegas!