Chapter 5 Al Dente

My bones were ready to collapse by the time Oliver and Rosabel returned. There I was, wallowing on the ground as I pushed dirt across the floor while they came out of the bedroom like they had just gotten a massage together. Their hair was messy, they had satisfied smiles on their faces, and they were both wearing bathrobes. Rosabel stepped towards me and, as I looked up at her, I was grateful to see that she had no more anger in her eyes or venom in her smile.

“Well, cookie, did you learn your lesson?” she said to me.

I tried to nod but the posture bar wouldn’t allow me to so I tried to say yes but my gag wouldn’t allow that either.

“I think you have,” Rosabel answered for me. “The sex was great. Thanks for asking, by the way. It’s too bad you couldn’t join us.”

Rosabel leaned down and then groped my ass. She squeezed and then spanked me and then she took hold of the bottom end of the posture bar and wiggled it so that I could feel the plug end of it move in my asshole. “We should take this stuff off now, huh Olli?” Rosabel said.

“I guess so,” he said. “As long as he can behave.” Oliver leaned down with Rosabel and then both began taking the bounds off of me. First, they undid my tied up hands, and then they gently pulled the bottom of the posture bar out of the bottom of my person, and lastly, they undid the gag. Once my mouth was free, they had me kneeling in front of them and, shyly, I said “I’m really sorry for misbehaving.”

“We know, sweetie,” said Rosabel and she stroked my cheek. “And now this won’t happen again, right? Because we really did want you to join us in bed, Adam, and you’ll make us both really sad if we don’t all get to do it together next time.”

“That’s right,” said Oliver as he reached behind me and tightly grabbed my ass, clutching it and squeezing it as he brought his fingers closer to my hole. “Pretty soon I want to turn you into my little fuck-sleeve but I can’t do that if you don’t behave. Don’t you want to be master’s little fuck-sleeve?”

“Yes, master, I do,” I responded. Just then my stomach growled and it occurred to me that several hours had passed since my master and mistress had had their dinner, all the while I was chained up in the dungeon. With this in mind, I mustered the courage to further address my owners as I looked up at them and said, “Um, sir, ma’am, is it alright if I ask a question?”

Rosabel tapped her chin playfully for a moment and then said, “I suppose that’s alright.”

“Will I--uh--get to h-have d-d-dinner tonight?”

“Oh, of course, sweetheart,” answered Rosabel. “We’re not that cruel. As a matter of fact, we do have a little treat for you. Come on,” she said as she dug her finger beneath my collar and then slowly dragged me by my neck to the kitchen.

“Go to your bowl. I’ll get you some water,” Rosabel instructed.

I did just that while behind me, I could hear Oliver walk into the bedroom and quickly return. Rosabel placed my water bowl down and then I could hear her scooping out my grub into my foodbowl. “We made spaghetti tonight,” she said.

I did quite enjoy spaghetti so I began to think that my luck was turning around. To give credit where credit is due, it should be mentioned that my owners had begun to serve me much better food than the dog food I had been served on the first night of my captivity. I assumed that because I had been so disobedient that night though, that I would be eating dog food once again but now that Rosabel had mentioned spaghetti, I felt quite at ease. The only problem now was trying to figure out how I would eat the pasta without the use of my hands. It was hard enough trying to eat it with a fork.

Rosabel put the bowl of spaghetti down in front of me and I was just about to dig in before she suddenly grabbed the back of my collar and held me in place. “Just hold on a moment, Adam. Master’s going to add some special sauce to it for you,” Rosabel said.

I turned around to see Oliver dangling a sagging, cum-filled condom back and forth like he was an oil baron swinging his pocket watch. “Wait a sec,” Oliver said and then he stepped behind me and held the condom out so it was right in front of my face. “I want you to suck on this first.”

“Suck on it, sir?” I answered.

“Suck on the condom. I want you to put it in your mouth,” he said.

I trembled as I held my tongue out and he dangled the condom inside. He continued to hold it up as I sucked softly on it and felt all of the cum it contained. It felt not unlike sucking on a packaged freezie after it had melted in the hot sun. The cum was warm and viscous and I could smell its ammonia-esque scent coupled with the scent of the latex.

“Aw, what a lucky boy,” said Rosabel as she petted the length of my back. “You know, that condom was just inside of my pussy? You’re tasting all of my yummy pussy juices and pretty soon you’re going to get to taste master’s cum too.”

Oliver pulled the end of the condom from my mouth and then said, “Yeah, why don’t we put this sauce on, huh? I bet you’re hungry after all that work.” He turned the condom around and then we all watched as it poured out and fell across the spaghetti, soaking down across the many layered lengths of noodle. Then, Oliver ran his fingers down the condom like he was squeezing out the last toothpaste in a tube and he jiggled it one last time to get the last of the glaze off. “Dig in,” he smiled.

I paused and I glanced at Rosabel, then at Oliver, then at Rosabel again.

“What the matter, Adam? You don’t like your treat?” asked Oliver.

“We saved that especially for you,” Rosabel added. “Olli was supposed to cum in my pussy and you were supposed to eat it out before you misbehaved. Well, now you can eat the cum. Don’t be rude and refuse a nice treat like this because this is the only dinner you’re getting tonight.”

I turned back towards the spaghetti without saying a word and, reluctantly, I leaned down into it and began to eat. Now I will say that Oliver, who had cooked the pasta, was quite the chef and I very much enjoyed the spaghetti itself but I would have much preferred to have it along with tomato sauce and maybe a few meatballs. The cum, while a bold choice, did not quite contribute positively to my palate. It was simultaneously runny and gooey, warm and chilling, sweet and salty, and it gave the dish the smell of a bottle of liquid glue. Had I been forced to write a review of the cuisine, I likely would have said that while the dish was certainly a creative approach to spaghetti, it left much to be desired in the taste department. At the very least, the pasta was al dente.

My overlords watched over me the whole time I had my dinner, making sure I took in every morsel of food and savoured all of the taste. It was quite difficult trying to avoid humiliating myself, I must say. I made quite a mess of the spaghetti with it being so difficult for me to eat it without my hands and this made it so that I had stray globules of cum dripping down my face by the time I finished. With an empty bowl, I turned around to face Rosabel and Oliver.

“You better finish every last drop, muffin. You don’t want master’s sauce to go to waste,” Rosabel said as she wiped the cum from my face with her finger and then brought it to my mouth so that I could lick it off of her. I have to admit, while I didn’t particularly enjoy the taste of the cum, I found licking Rosabel’s fingers clean while she peered down at me to be quite erotic.

I swallowed the last droplets of cum and then looked up at my mistress and master and said, “Thank you very much for dinner.”

Rosabel and Oliver smiled and then Rosabel said, “Let’s go in the bedroom now.”

We all moved on to the bedroom; Oliver and Rosabel walking with grace and dignity and me crawling behind with wretched obedience. They sat down at the edge of the bed and both put their feet flat on the ground in front of me. They both looked so relaxed and so free in their bathrobes; Oliver with his muscled chest poking out at the neckline and Rosabel with her long dark hair cascading past her shoulders. Rosabel held out her left foot towards me and pointed to it. “Worship my feet, sweetie. We have some things to tell you.”

I leaned down to lick but Rosabel pulled her leg away gently. “Just rub for now, okay? With your hands.”

I nodded and then Rosabel brought her foot back and I began massaging it as best as I could. She smiled as she admired my work and then she began twisting her long hair around with her finger. “Now, we’ve got a few things going on tomorrow that we need to talk about,” she began. “First of all, Oliver is going to be away for a couple of days because he has a conference to go to. Which means that--you can begin rubbing Oliver’s feet now--which means that it will just be you and me for a little while.”

As I moved on to massaging Oliver’s feet, it occurred to me that I had never asked what my mistress and master do for work. They both seemed to be in good spirits at the moment so I figured I should take the opportunity and query.

“Um, mistress and master, may I ask a question? What do you two do for work?” I assumed based on the way I had been treated over the week that they likely did something very depraved and sinister; perhaps they were in the mafia or they were the kingpins of some overpriced pharmaceutical empire; something truly reprehensible.

“Oliver is a tenured professor. He teaches agricultural studies at the University of Candlewax,” said Rosabel. “And I’m a literary editor. I work with a number of best selling authors.”

My initial assumptions were not far off. Well, if my captors were in fact as depraved as their professions made them out to be, they were at the very least well educated. A literary editor was quite a lucrative job after all and I knew that the University of Candlewax was a very good school seeing as my admission had been rejected when I applied there in the past to pursue a degree in zoology. A rejection wouldn’t have meant much regarding the quality of an institution on its own but what made this rejection special was that it had come sooner than any other rejection letter I had received before or after. That meant the university truly did have high standards.

“What authors do you work with, ma’am?” I asked.

Rosabel grinned, seeming quite happy to get an opportunity to brag about her work. “Well, just recently I’ve been editing Winifred Mushta’s new book, Dog Chase Ball, God Above All. Have you heard of her?”

I shook my head.

“What about Parker Hanks? We just finished the final draft of his upcoming novel By Linda.”

“By Linda? I thought it was by Parker Hanks, mistress.”

“Yes, it is by Parker Hanks. But the book is called By Linda. That Parker Hanks is a stubborn guy, he wouldn’t let me change the title. Everytime I tell people ‘Buy By Linda by Parker Hanks’ they think that I’ve forgotten their names and that I’m trying to get rid of them,” Rosabel complained. “So I take it you haven’t heard of him, then?”

“No, mistress,” I admitted. I was quite embarrassed, to be honest, because before that conversation I had taken myself to be quite a bit more literary than I truly was. Now I felt that the only author whose work I could truly discuss was Dr. Suess.

“But anyways,” Rosabel went on. “We still need to talk about tomorrow--oh--and you may start licking my feet now. There you go, good boy. Okay, tomorrow I’m going to be having a friend of mine over. She wants to meet you so I want you to be on your very, very best behaviour. Do you think you can do that, Adam?”

“Yeeuurrrmiizzzztriss,” I mumbled with her foot fully filling my mouth.

Rosabel pulled her foot out and said, “What was that, sweetie?”

“Yes, mistress,” I reiterated.

“Good boy,” she said as she put her foot back in. “I want you to serve both of us tomorrow and do whatever we ask, okay? This is the first time we are having guests over with you here so you need to make a good impression. Now, start sucking on master’s toes.”

I went over to suck on Oliver’s feet while Rosabel stretched her leg out and placed it on top of my shoulder to use me as a footrest.

“I’m going to be leaving early in the morning tomorrow and I’ll be gone all weekend,” Oliver told me. “You won’t see me leave in the morning. If you can behave for the whole weekend then by the time I come back I might start training you to be my fuck-slave. So that means your chastity stays on through the weekend. No rewards until I’m back.”

I frowned while Oliver’s foot filled my mouth deeper.

“Oh, don’t be sad, honey,” Rosabel said as she stroked my cheek with the foot she had resting on my shoulder. “Master just wants you to be the best slave you can be.”

“That's right. So be a good boy for me. Don't let me down” Oliver said. Then he pulled his foot out from my mouth and turned to his wife, kissed her on the neck and said “You just about ready for bed, babe.”

“I think so,” she said and then she turned to me. “It’s bedtime soon, muffin. Is there anything you’d like to say before we go off to bed? Any questions you have about the weekend or just anything going on in that little brain of yours.”

I sat for a moment like I was trying to remember a speech I had prepared somewhere in the recesses of my memory but no such speech came to mind. All that I could think of in that moment as I knelt before my gorgeous master and mistress was that they looked like they had been sent down from heaven to form me into the submissive servant I never knew I was always meant to be. Before I spoke, I stuttered out a few um's and ah’s before finally managing to say this:

“I want to say, Mistress Rosabel and Master Oliver, that I think you are both very beautiful and I’m happy you made me your slave.”

Rosabel’s cheeks turned rosy and she smiled like she had just watched her dog perform a trick. Oliver was smiling as well.

“Aw, thank you, lovebug,” Rosabel said as she leaned in towards me, pinched my cheek and then stroked my hair. “We’re so happy to hear you say that. And I think you’re very beautiful too.”

I blushed and smiled harder than I think I ever smiled before. “You think I’m beautiful?” I said.

“Of course, Adam. Why else do you think we chose you? It would look strange if a beautiful couple like Oliver and I didn’t have a beautiful slave to go along with us. Isn’t he beautiful, Olli?”

“He sure is,” said Oliver and, much to my surprise, he leaned in to stroke my cheek as well. “Even if he misbehaves sometimes or is a little bit mindless, he’s still a beautiful little slave.”

“Thank you, Mistress. Thank you, Master,” I responded, too shy to direct my eyes anywhere but the ground in front of me.

“You’re welcome. Now, let's get you in your cage while master and I get ready for bed.”

Rosabel took me by the collar and brought me to my cage. I crawled inside and I was too flustered and euphoric to even wince or whine when I heard the sound of the lock closing. Despite the fact that I had misbehaved that day and been rightfully punished, I still went to sleep feeling the best I had since the first night of my captivity.