Free A Family In Slavery by Peter King Page B

jogging in six-inch heels now and having to do her squats on a U shaped dildo, plundering both her holes at once. He had moved her equipment out to the lawn behind his patio so she would sweat and tan at the same time. She stood there in her stocks dripping from perspiration after he ordered her to stop. The only thing on her mind was bracing for the cold water hosing she was about to receive, like she did after every exercise session.
    But instead, Sam walked up to face her and said, “Would you like to take a real shower, with hot water?”
    The shock was clearly painted across her face as her mind reeled. He actually asked her if she wanted something! Was it another cruel trick? None of that mattered as she said, “Yes if it pleases you master!” a glimmer of hope in her voice, which was not lost on Sam.
    “Yes, I think we will shower together and you will learn to bathe me properly,” came his reply as he released her from the stocks.
    She replied, “Thank you master,” falling to her knees once she was released and kissing his feet in gratitude.
    He allowed her to grovel for a few minutes, enjoying the sight of his new slave’s kneeling form. Then he led her to his bath, letting her walk beside him, devoid of any bondage. Monica was elated, for the first time since that first sexual romp with Sam he was actually not abusing her in some way. The thought of a nice hot shower was all she could think about and when they arrived in his large private bath, she was shocked by the opulence of it.
    He ordered her to undress him and she was happy to comply, getting hotter by the moment as she stripped away his clothes. The constant sexual aspect of her training had primed her like a Pavlovian dog; his naked body making her sex pulse with anticipation. Despite her recent descent into self-loathing, her sex drive was still in control and now it was in high gear.
    After he was naked, he led her into the large shower that could accommodate half a dozen people. He sprayed her down with the shower hose, rinsing the sweat and dirt off her body with the warm water. Then he turned it on himself and after getting wet, gave her specific instructions as she washed him. He would swat her ass or tits when she did anything wrong, and soon enough she finished bathing him.
    Then he stood back and gave her more directions, and watched as she washed herself. He noted that she had lost at least ten pounds and her body was more sculpted thanks to her exercise program. When she was done, he handed her a towel and allowed her to dry him off, then gave her another one to dry herself. After she had combed out her long blonde hair, truly clean for the first time in weeks, they returned to his room.
    She felt clean and fresh, but the itch in her pussy was raging unabated. She felt like a slut, only able to think about feeling his marvelous cock inside her. He sat in a chair and ordered her to knee between his legs, which she gladly did, staring at his beautiful erection. He could see the hunger in her eyes, and knew that despite his cruel treatment, she was eager to have it.
    “You may suck it now slave,” he said, stroking his hard member in front of her face.
    Keeping her hands behind her back, even though she was not bound, she lowered her lips to the bulbous head, kissing it before taking it into her mouth. She sucked like a pro now, easily sliding its full length into her throat, moaning around the stiff member. He watched her work and was satisfied that her devotion was real and not a product of fear anymore. Soon after his cock was soaked in her saliva, he ordered her to stand and sit on his cock.
    Eager to feel it in her pussy, she rose up, straddled his hips, and lowered her wet pussy onto his member, cooing as she felt it pierce her folds. With her knees resting on the chair she began to rock back and forth, reaming herself on his firm cock. He grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard, making her squeal in delight as she continued to rut