Chapter 10

Outside, the night is cold and the silver moon shimmers through the dark. The air is wafting through the windows, the fine curtains dancing in the wind. Rosabel enters the room with her silk bathrobe. Like a panther, she saunters in and she sits at the edge of the bed. She extends her beautiful brown leg before me and I can smell the soft perfumes on her skin. The scents of lavender and cider and ecstasy soon to come. I feel her smooth skin and she smiles and she falls back on the bed so that all that is in front of me is a darkness between her legs shadowed by the silk of gown. She runs her fingers through my hair and pulls me closer, closer between her legs, closer into the darkness. I shut my eyes and reach out my tongue.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” some voice called out to me.

I opened my eyes to find myself curled up in my cage with Rosabel standing outside looking down at me. Oh, nerts! It was only a dream. So much time seemed to have passed since I was first told I may soon get to lick my mistress’ vagina and still, in all that time, I still had not come anywhere close to realizing that promise. I had sucked my master’s penis many times--it was true--but that quickly began to lose its lustre. For that reason, I woke up that morning expecting that my life would stay the same as it had been.

“Did you sleep well, cutiepie?” Rosabel asked me as she sat at the edge of the bed and began to comb the knots out of her hair.

“Yes, mistress, I did. I had a dream about you.”

“You did? Well, please tell me about it.”

“We were in the bedroom and you were at the edge of the bed just like you are now but you--uh--you had y-you’re silk bathrobe on and…”

“And what, gorgeous? Don’t be shy.”

“...um, well, you let me eat your--uh--lady…parts.”

Rosabel stopped combing her hair and began to giggle. “Did you hear that, Oliver?” she asked in the direction of the bathroom.

“What’s that? He had a dream?” I could hear Oliver respond.

“Yeah. A dream about eating my pussy. How cute is that?” Then Rosabel got off the bed and knelt down right in front of my cage so that I was eye to eye with her. She rattled the lock like she was mocking my confinement and then she said, “I’m very flattered, Adam, and I know you’re excited to start serving my pussy but it’s not going to happen just yet. There’s something special going on today first. Do you know what it is?”

“I-is it National Cheese Lover’s Day, m-mistress?”

“No, it--what?--no. It's the one month anniversary of your employment! Can you believe it has already been one month?”

It felt like it had been a year, atleast. Still, I sheepishly smiled and said, “No, I can’t believe it, ma’am.”

“Think of all the stuff we’ve done and all of the fun we’ve had together in just one month, Adam. And you’ve got so many years and years ahead of serving us in your future. Isn’t that exciting?”

Something in the way she said that sent a pang through my heart. Would I ever see my freedom again? I knew what my sex drive wanted and that was to serve my exquisite mistress and master but what did my soul want? Shouldn’t he have a say? I felt I already knew the answer and it caused a tear to drop from my eyes as I held my head low, unable to respond to my mistress.

“Oh, muffin. What’s wrong?” Rosabel asked as she reached her hand through the bars of my cage and wiped the tear from my eyes. “Don’t you like serving master and I?”

“Yes I--sniff--do but I--sniff--miss my n-n-normal life,” I whimpered.

“Aw, honey, this is your normal life,” my mistress said in a puppy dog tone. “This is what you were meant to do. The purpose in life of little slaves like you is to serve superior masters and mistresses like us. You know that, sweetie.”

“Yeah--sniff--I know.”

“Then how come it makes you so upset?”

“I d-don’t know if I want to be a s-slave, mistress.”

Rosabel leaned back from my cage and as she looked down on me I felt her true pity for the first time. She seemed just as distressed as I was in that moment which made part of me yearn to improve my mood just to see her happy again. But I could do nothing to hide my melancholy.

“Why don't we talk about this later, okay Adam?” Rosabel said softly. “Go and do your chores for the morning first.” Rosabel unlocked my cage and I crawled out. My mistress seemed quite ashamed as she watched me sulk out of the room and begin my work.

By the time I finished my chores and returned to her though, her countenance shifted to that of a guilty parent who knows they have wronged their child. She was sitting on the living room couch, typing on her laptop and she smiled at me when I entered.

“You finished your chores, sugarplum?”

“Yes I did,” I replied. It was not until after the words escaped my lips that I realized I hadn’t addressed Rosabel as mistress. I winced in preparation of how she might react and I stayed wincing until I found she had nothing to say about it at all.

“Good boy,” she said. “What do you want to do now?”

“W-what do I want to do, mistress?”

“Yes. You can do some dildo training in the dungeon, you can be my footstool, you can go have a snack from your bowl, anything you like.”

“Can I--uh--can I rub your feet, mistress?” I asked.

“Oh, yes please,” she grinned and then she held her feet up to me. I sat down and put my hands to her smooth, bare feet. Tenderly she curled her toes in my hand while she toyed with my chastity cage with her other foot. I rubbed and pushed deep into the muscles of her feet and watched as my mistress smiled in gentle ecstasy. Although I was still quite sad from the aftermath of my morning tears, seeing her so pleased brought a soft smile to my face as well.

“Sniff them, sweetie. Stick my pretty little toes in your mouth too if you want.”

I did as she asked and took in the beautiful aroma, groaning as my chastity cage began to feel tighter and tighter. I wanted to keep worshipping her gorgeous feet but I wanted to mitigate the pain in my crotch so I looked up towards my mistress instead of down at her toes. This only made matters worse. She still had on her nightgown and I could see up the skirt where her smooth brown legs curved around a small pair of pink panties. Behind that pair of panites--that thin, soft strip of fabric--was her pussy and it was so close to me yet so very far away, floating in front of me as if to torment my already broken will.

“Here’s what’s happening today,” Rosabel said to me as I continued to suck on her toes. “I’m going to go to the gym very soon and when I come back you’re going to suck master off again. Then, depending on how good you do, you might get a very special treat.”

She said that as if it would excite me but by that point I was so discouraged about my dick sucking skills that I had already decided in my mind I would not do good. I nodded just to let my mistress know I was listening and then kept tasting her feet, knowing it would be the only good thing to happen to me that day.

Some ten minutes later, Rosabel decided we were finished since she had to get ready to go to the gym. I returned to my dejection as I watched her walk away and there I layed until, much to my surprise, she returned roughly five minutes later. She had on tight black workout shorts that hardly covered the curvature of her thighs and a red sports bra. She was doing her hair up into a ponytail when she walked up to me and said, “Before I go, sweetcheeks, I’m going to be walking to the gym--just for some extra exercise--and it’s pretty hot out there. Do you want to put on my sunscreen?”

“I-I-I…” Before I could answer, she handed me the bottle of sunscreen. “I would be honoured. Thank you, mistress!” I beamed.

Rosabel giggled and said, “Don’t get too excited, I’ve got to go very soon. Just come up and start at the neck and work your way down.”

Eagerly, I stood, brushed her long, dark hair, to the side, and squirted the sunscreen onto the back of her neck. I rubbed it into the golden pores of her skin, felt her strong shoulders and then applied more as she held out her exquisite arms. Then I went down and ran my hands along the curves of her lower body, the dips above her waist, and the firmness of her abs. I felt as if I was a zealot caressing the sculpted form of some holy idol in order to feel closer to my god and just like that zealot, I had a weary reverie in my eyes as my god looked down on me. She smiled as I sank lower and applied the sunscreen to her legs and once again I felt the tormenting power that was hidden between her legs. My hands ran up from her calves, to her knees, to her thighs, until I was rubbing in sunscreen at the very brim of her shorts. There were my fingers, mere inches away from her pussy. Rosabel’s shorts were so tight I could see the outline of her panties through them; I could see every stitch in the fabric too and every small speck of hair and lint attached to them. I wanted so badly to bury my face in her pussy at that moment but I knew how horrible I’d feel in the aftermath of it. Even if Rosabel didn’t punish me for such a thing, I would still have carried the guilt of knowing I didn’t earn the right to worship her in that way. With my task done and my entire mistress’ body glowing with godly glory--ready to soak in the warmth of the sun without taking in its wrath--I brought my hands away from her and sunk back into sadness. My mistress reached her hand out and rubbed my head.

“Just be a good boy today and you’ll get your special prize,” she smiled. “That’s all you need to do.” After that, she got her things on and waited at the door for Oliver to join her. He came out of the bedroom in his gym clothes and then they began putting on their shoes.

“We should be back in about an hour and a half,” Rosabel said to me. “Can you do our laundry while we’re gone?”

“Yes, mistress,” I said.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“And put on your new maid outfit while you’re doing chores. I want to see you in it when we get home,” Oliver added.

“Yes, master,” I answered.

Rosabel smiled and blew me a kiss as she opened the door and then her and Oliver left the condo. I heard the door lock from the other side and then I was left in silence. For some reason I felt compelled to try and open the door as soon as they left even though I knew it could only be unlocked by a key which I did not have. I reached for the doorknob, turned it, and felt a bitter hopelessness in my heart when it stayed rigid. I had no choice but to continue my chores. I went to the bedroom and put on my maid outfit, feeling quite dirty and objectified as I did so even though there was no one there to see me. Then I took the dirty clothes from the hamper and brought them to the laundry room. I was feeling quite blue as I stuffed the clothes in the machine and poured in the detergent so I tried to cheer myself up by reminding myself of what it was I wanted most. I took a pair of Rosabel’s dirty panties from the top of the pile and brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply. At one time, this act had filled me with such excitement and pleasure but now it only made me feel hollow. The stale scent of the panties reminded me of the ever present but always out of reach allure of her pussy. I was such a vile, perverted creature for doing what I had just done. I felt no tightness in my cage, no fire in my eyes, no fluttering of my heart, just emptiness.

My emptiness did not subside by the time I finished putting on the laundry. I walked into the living room and all that I could feel was the urge to collapse. But I couldn’t rest on the couch--I did not deserve to lay on the couch--so instead I laid down in front of the couch, right on the cold floor because I didn’t deserve to lay on the carpet either. I think I may have wept but I don’t recall. What I do recall though, is my master and mistress returning home about an hour later, finding me laid out pathetically like a maid passed out drunk.

“Adam, honey, what are you doing? Is everything okay?” Rosabel asked as soon as she saw me. She took her shoes off and then knelt down beside me and ran her hand through my hair just like I was her pet. She smelled of sweat and her body felt so warm that I wanted her to wrap herself around me like a blanket. Part of me wanted to lick all of the sweat off of her just to savour her taste but another part of me knew it would leave me feeling as hollow as everything else I did for her left me.

“I-I’m just tired, mistress. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, sweetie. It’s okay to be tired. You could have laid down somewhere soft; on the carpet or in your cage or something. Doesn’t it hurt to lay on the hard floor like this?”

I turned my body towards her and felt surging pain in my back and stiffness everywhere else. “No, mistress, it feels fine.”

“Adam…” she said, like my lie could never be convincing. “You don’t have to hurt yourself like this. It makes me worry about you.”

“Don’t worry, I’m okay.”

My mistress looked down at me with concern and began to say “Do you--” but she broke off and started running her fingers anxiously through her hair as if untangling it would make what she was about to say any easier. “Adam, do you…want to stop being a slave?”

I didn’t know what to say. I looked over at Oliver who was listening but who didn’t look like he knew what to say either. My lip trembled and I tried to speak but my throat was dry. The thought of continuing to be a slave was just as scary to me as the thought of being cast off into the world after falling so deeply for my owners. So much silence passed that my mistress determined I would not answer the question and she stood up. There was still a weariness in her eyes though.

“Do you want to suck me off, Adam?” my master cautiously asked. I think he may have thought that giving me the opportunity to be useful would make me feel better and in some ways he was correct. I nodded and then picked myself up off the floor and crawled towards the couch as my master sat down.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t feel like it,” Rosabel said. I looked at Oliver and he wordlessly corroborated the sentiment.

“I want to, mistress,” I mumbled.

I slowly pulled down my master’s shorts and immediately I could smell the sweat and the musk from his workout. His cock was stretching the fabric of his underwear and I wrapped my lips around the bulge on the fabric and I felt it get harder. Then, I pulled down his underwear and gently placed my lips on his cock. I sucked just as I had been trained to do, back and forth, up and down his shaft, going as deep as I could. I knew it wasn’t my best work, my teeth often came too close to his penis and I wasn’t going nearly as fast as I should have but my master still treated me gently, caressing my hair the whole time and delicately pushing me forward on the back of my head. His moans became faster and higher and faster and higher until the utterances boiled over and I felt hot cum shoot into the back of my throat. I swallowed it all and licked the last drops from the tip of his penis and then leaned back and looked up at my master and my mistress standing behind him. My cage had not tightened at all in the time it took to suck him off.

“Was that good, Olli? Did he do a good job?” Rosabel asked Oliver.

“I think he did a great job,” Oliver said. “Should we give him his report card?”

Oh, the dreaded report card. I thought I had grown numb to the constant reminders of my mediocrity but each subsequent reminder proved otherwise and I was sure that this one would be no different. But as Rosabel picked up the paper from the coffee table, I began to think that maybe something was different. Oliver and Rosabel were both smiling at me as they handed me the paper like a principal handing out high school diplomas. I looked down at the paper and saw an A . 100%. A perfect blowjob. I looked up at Rosabel and Oliver in disbelief.

“You earned it, darling,” Rosabel assured me. “And you earned it at just the right time. Because you’ve perfected dick sucking and because it’s your one month anniversary with us and of course because you’ve been such a lovely boy today, I want you to eat my pussy.”

My eyes were wide like I had just won an Oscar “B-but, mistress, I don’t know if deserve--”

“You deserve it, Adam. Come here.” Rosabel grabbed my collar and gently led me over to the couch. “You can kneel here for now while I take a quick shower and get all this sweat and stink off of my body and--”

“Mistress,” I boldly interrupted. “M-m-may I lick your pussy right now? Before you shower?”

Rosabel bit her lip and grinned. “Oh, you’re a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” she said. “Okay, Adam, if that’s what you want. Slide off my shorts.”

I was blushing quite excessively and my hands were shaking with excitement as I slid her shorts down slowly to her ankles. Oliver left to give us some privacy so it was just me, eagerly peering up at my mistress like the goddess she was, and her affectionately looking down at me. She sat down on the couch and spread out her legs and then she brought my head in front of her panties.

“Come closer, sugar. Come close. Take a deep whiff of my panties and tell me what they smell like,” she said.

I went deep between her legs and took in the sensuous aroma of her sweat and godly nectar. “It smells like…heaven, mistress,” I mumbled.

“Good boy,” she moaned. “Now take them off. Gently, Adam, gently.”

I did as she asked and carefully pulled her panties down her golden brown legs. Then I came back up to her pussy and she caressed my head as she pulled me deeper inside of her. I stuck my tongue out and the first taste of her pussy hit my brain like a shot of sugar. Rosabel ran her fingers deeper into my hair as I stuck my tongue deeper inside of her and twisted it around. There were goosebumps on the back of my neck and she was softly moaning. “Yes…” she said, “Good boy…good boy. Just like that.” I closed my eyes so that the only sense I could focus on was the taste of her sweet, womanly nectar. I was so intoxicated by it that it never occurred to me that I had my chastity cage on. My cock was getting hard, no doubt, but the frustrating sensation didn’t affect me. All I cared about was the euphoric taste of Rosabel and the comforting warmth of her thighs gently squeezing my head as I felt her legs begin to quiver with each flourish of my tongue.

“Faster…” she whispered. “Keep going faster. Twist your tongue, that’s it. Oh, fuck yes.”

I did as she asked and her moans gradually went from whimpers to whines to near ululations. She was pulling me deeper and deeper inside of her and squeezing my head closer and closer together to the point where I thought I might suffocate in her pussy.

“Keep going, I’m gonna cum,” she said. “Oh fuck, oh it’s coming. Faster, gorgeous, faster! Uh uh…uh ah ah…aaaaah..AH…aaaaaaaaaaaaah.” Rosabel relaxed her legs and smiled softly as she took her hand away from my head. “Just keep licking, Adam. Slowly. Gently.”

I smiled and continued. This was perhaps the proudest moment of my servitude. I had not only made my mistress cum, I had done it with rambunctious approval. And now my prize was continuing to serenely lick her pussy as she basked in ecstasy and caressed my head like the perfect pet I was.

By the time Rosabel decided we were finished, I was in such a zombified reverie that she hardly had to lift a finger to push me away. “You did an excellent job, sweetheart,” she said to me. “Now I’m really gonna take a shower.”

She leaned down and kissed my cheek and I watched as she walked away, feeling quite fuzzy inside as I laid eyes on her perfect ass swaying back and forth with every step.

After she returned from the shower, she told me that her and Oliver would be going out for dinner. She put on an elegant cream coloured silk dress and he looked ever so handsome in his buttoned shirt, blazer, and tailored dress pants. Once again, Rosabel kissed me on the cheek when she left and Oliver did the same and right before they were gone, Rosabel told me that since I had no more chores to do, I could do as I pleased for the rest of the night. I smiled and waved goodbye to them and then the door closed. I waited to hear the sound of the key locking me in and I waited and I waited and I waited but the sound did not come. An eerie sense of opportunity pervaded my mind and suddenly my heart began to race although I could not exactly tell why. I sat by the door until fifteen minutes or so had passed--until I was certain that Rosabel and Oliver were out of the building and driving to the restaurant--and then I approached the door. I turned the knob and the door unlatched and my heart began to race even faster as I opened it and saw the hallway ahead of me. I could have left at that moment. I could have grabbed my regular clothes and escaped the building and been a free man once again. But I could not stop thinking about Rosabel and Oliver; how gentle they were with me, how loved they made me feel, and how irreplaceable their rewards were. I had been with them only one month and in that short time I began to feel that I had found my purpose. Or was I blinded by devotion? Was I pursuing some higher power only to give my life some meaning I might not otherwise have? Could I not leave at that moment and find my true self worth all on my own? They were so far away now, Rosabel and Oliver, and I could be so far away too, somewhere where they would never find me and could never punish me again.

As I looked out at the hallway in front of me I felt the cold air conditioning against my skin. The fluorescent lighting outside the doorway strained my eyes and I could hear the brittle and abrasive creaking of water pipes coursing through the walls. Everything behind me was peaceful. Warm. Still. My overactive heart rate mellowed. I took a deep breath, closed the door, and returned to my cage.

End of Volume I