The roomate-cuck slavery story-arthur unkown

Roommate

I'm a forty year old man, I am single and have never been married. Being very shy and intimidated by women not too mention a bit overweight and lacking self confidence I was not exactly attractive to the oppisite sex. Two days agp a young guy I work with Brad had been evicted from his apartment and was in a bind so I offered him a rom at my condo.

Brad is 23 and I always thaught a good k**, he did not judge me like others at work even though he was everything I wasn't. He is young, athletic, good looking and had a beautiful 22 year old girlfriend Jennifer. Being so different I was kind of surprised he accepted my offer but he did and he moved into my spare bedroom the next day.

I came home from work tonight after picking up some groceries on my way home. I open the door and find Brad and Jennifer making out on the couch. I immeadiatelly felt uncomfortable but they were not in the least as they continued their tongue swapping for serveral more moments.

"hey Tim, what's up?" Brad acknowledged me after seperating his lips from his gorgous dark haired girlfriend.

"oh hey Brad, not not much, sor sorry to interupt you guys" I nervously sputtered out.

Jennifer exspecially seemed amused at my nervous awkwad response and she was not bashfull at all sitting there on the couch with her blouse completely unbuttoned displaying a fair amount of her firm naked breasts. She grinned noticing me practically break out in a sweat as I tried not to look at another man's girlfriends bare breasts.

"no problem Tim, you remember Jen don't you?"

"ah yes ya sure Brad, h hi Jennifer" of course I remembered her from a company picnic, she was one of the most stunning woman I ever met.

"Hi Tim, what you got there?" Jennifer responded practically thrusting her breasts out noticing how uncomfortable it was making me.

"oh ah jus just some groceries" I responded now feeling the blood rush to my face, I knew I was turning red.

"Really? Are you going to make dinner, I'm starving and Brad said your a good cook"

"ah su sure Jennifer, I'll get started right away" I had not planned on making dinner tonight as there were still leftovers. I usually make a big meal on Sundays and have leftovers most of the week which is what Brad had last night but how could I refuse to cook for such a beautiful young woman.

"Thanks Tim, let us know when it's ready" Jennifer smiled and then threw her arms around Brad's neck to pick up where they left off.

Brad just grinned at me and then laid back down on the couch beneath his beatiful girlfriend. I headed to the kitchen with my bag of groceries, it was sort of rude the way Jennifer had practically ordered me to make dinner (at least that's the way I imagined it) and beyond that they didn't even voulanteer any help, I was just suppose to tell them when it was ready.

Should I be angry? Maybe, but actually their arrogance kind of excited me. I prepared a big salad and a casserole since it was something I could make fairly quickly with what I had available. When it was about ready I began setting the dining room table, I noticed the two lovebirds lounging on the sofa now watching TV. Jennifer was resting her pretty head on Brad's chest, man what a lucky man he was. They showed no intention still of offering any help and I didn't have the backbone to ask for any.

"ah....excuse me, sorry to interupt but what would you both like to drink with dinner" I asked in a sub servient tone

"do you have any wine?" Jennifer asked

"yes, I beleive so, how about you Brad?

"a beers sounds good" Brad replied

Once I had dinner on the table the young couple got off the couch and took their seats at the table. Jennifer complimented me on the meal as did Brad but throughout the dinner Jennifer kept me uneasy by asking me personal questions like why I had never married and how often I dated and many other questions about my non existant love life.

She was also throwing in joking comments that I'd make a good househusband. She seemed to really enjoy watching me squirm under her interigation and Brad offered me no help as he just grinned occaissionally as he continued feeding his face.

When we all finished dinner Brad was about to pick up his plate to take it to the kitchen but Jennifer grabbed his arm.

"come here lover, I've got a lot more energy now" she giggled while practically dragging Brad off to his bedroom.

Again I said nothing as the couple left the cleanup work to me. I could here them making passionate love as I cleared the table, put away the leftovers and washed the dishes.

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It was a week before I saw Jennifer again. It was a Saturday afternoon and I was surprised to see her when I answered the door. Saturday was the day Brad played baseball and she knew that so I didn't know why she was here.

"ah hi Jennifer, Brad's not here" I said nervously, just being in her devine presence made me nervous.

"ya, I know, I came to see you Tim, I think we need to have a talk" she said rather a matter of factly as she walked right past me and took a seat on the sofa.

"wh wh what about Jennifer?" I asked totally dumbfounded

"get me a glass of wine first will you Tim" not really a question but more of a demand and no please either.

"su sure Jennifer"

I came back to the living room with two glasses of wine to find her thumbing through a magazine from the coffee table, she had proped her flip flop clad feet up onto the table looking very relaxed. Damn she was so beautiful. I handed her a glass and took a seat across from her on the chair trying very hard not to stare at her smooth tanned legs and gorgous feet. I always tried not to be obvious but I think every beautiful woman I come across realizes I have a foot fetish.

Jennifer surely knew it as twisted her slim ankle a bit while she sipped her wine before speaking.

"Tim I don't know if you know it but next Saturday is Brad's birthday and I am going to throw him a party"

Whew, I breathed a small sigh of releif, I guess she just wanted to invite me to Brad's party and here I thaught she was going to be prying into my private life again.

"that sounds great Jennifer, where's it going to be?"

She just grinned at me for a few seconds twirling her foot a bit more and taking another sip of wine.

"I'm having it here silly, that's what I came to tell you" she sor of chuckled at me making me feel stupid

"oh ah ok that sounds fine, it'll be fun" I replied sheepishly knowing I was bright red, it seemed like I was giving her permission even though she hadn't asked she had told me.

"I'm sure it will be, and I'm sure you have some place else to spend the night" I was floored by her comment, what did she mean by that.

"I I'm sorry Jennifer, but what do you mean?"

"Well I can't exactly invite you Tim, I mean your twice as old as all our friends, you'd be out of place" she half giggled making me feel like a fool yet again.

"oh, yes, I guess your right" I admitted to her clearly dejected.

"you don't have to be that way about it, I am going to let you help put the party together" Jennifer grinned

"hel help, what do you mean?"

"Do I have to spell out everything for you" Jennifer got a little snippy as she reached into her purse and pulled out a list.

"Here, these are your responsibility" she said authoritivly handing me the list.

I took a quick look over the large list, things like get the keg, the food, the wine, decorate the house, get party supplies, send out invatations.. That was just some of the items that caught my eye, the list seem to go on for ever.

"do you think you can handle this or do I need to find someone who can?" Jennifer said rather arrogantly.

"N no, i can handle it, I promise" I foolishly accepted the huge responsibility. I'm still not sure why, was it because I wanted a kick ass party for Bryan who I thaught of as a friend or was it to impress his beautiful girlfriend or just because she was challanging me, whatever the reason it seemed like I was putting together an entire party that I was not even going to be allowed to attend in my own home no less. Yes I was a fool,or maybe just a puppet dancing on Jennifer's strings.

Jennifer had a sligh half grin, somehow she had manipulated me into doing 90 percent of the work in setting up a birthday party for her boyfriend. A party that she had flat out told me I wasn't invited too. I never had much of a backbone to stand up to any woman or any person who spoke to me in an authoritive tone for that manner. Jennifer had quickly realized this about me and was going to use it to her benifit.

"well I hope so because I don't want this screwed up. I'd better get going or I'm going to miss my spa appointment" Jennifer then stated polishing off her glass of wine and leaving the empty glass on the end table.

I have to admit I found her self confidence and arrogance very attractive and the fact that she was drop dead gorgous made her possibly the most beautiful woman I had ever met. As soon as she walked out the door I knew I would have to start on the list immeadiatlly if I was to have any chance to complete everything in time, so while I would be working my butt off she was going to be getting pampered at a day spa.

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I was exhausted as I woke up the day of the party. It had been a very long week not only was it a busy week at the office but after work there were dozens of errands to run for the party which was a surprise party so I had to do everything without letting Brad notice.

The guests were not expected to arrive until 6PM so I had most of the day for final preparations. The keg and food were scheduled to arrive at one and all that was left was to decorate the house and I assumed Jennifer was comming by to help with that so I didn't plan on it being a very busy day.

Shortly after Brad left for his weekly ballgame at ten the phone rang, it was Jennifer. She asked me how everything was going and when I told her all I had left was the decorating she informed me not only was she not going to be comming by to help but she also expected me to give the house a thorough cleaning paying particular attention to the bathrooms, she didn't want her guests to use dirty bathrooms.

For some reason she informed me that her and some friends were in the middle of getting massages so they could be relaxed for the party. She told me she would arrive at about 5 and she expected everything to be ready. I'm not sure why she told me she was getting a massage other than maybe it gave her some kind of sadistic pleasure knowing that while she was being pampered she had her little lackey working his butt off. Whatever the reason I simply sighed and bowed to her wishes.

So what I thaught was going to be a less hectic day had just turned into a day where I would have to hurry to get everything done not to mention house cleaning including my least favorite chore of cleaning the bathrooms, not only mine but Brad's as well which didn't seem exactly fair but that's what I get for not being able to stand up to the beautifull she devil.

I worked throughout the day only taking a few minutes for a quick lunch break yet there was no compliment or even gratitude when Jennifer arrived at 5:15 with her equally attractive girlfriend Stephanie. I already get flustered just talking to Jennifer and now to have two beuatiful young women before me was almost overwhelming.

"have you finished everything on the list Tim?" Jennifer asked in a pleasent tone looking around the oom at the decorations I had hung.

"yes Jenninfer, I I beleive so" I answered with a trembling voice.

"you beleive so" Jennifer's came back with quickly in a firm questioning voice making me quiver some and binging a grin to her girlfriends pretty face.

"I ah I'm pretty sure, the food, liquor and keg are here, the decorations are all up, I cleaned the whole place including the bathrooms and the cake is in the refridgerator" Stephanie looked at me with an impressed grin as I explained to Jennifer what I had accomplished.

"wow, havn't you been a busy beaver, doesn't it bother you to do all this work for a party your not even invited too?" Stephane sort of chuckled obviously Jennifer had filled her in some.

"go ahead, answer her Tim" Jennifer said firmly when I didn't immeadiatlly answer her friends somewhat sarcastic question,

I was already intimidated by the two beautiful young women but now they seemed to be teaming up to mock me and I was getting very uncomfortable.

"I I don I don't mind helping out, Brad and Jennifer are friends" I managed to stutter out

"help! It looks like you've done it all" Stephanie laughed and if I wasn't red faced already I was now.

"aw come on Steph, I had a tough day too, that massues pinched me once and that Korean girl damn near screwed up my pedicure" Jennifer joined her friends laughter, now they were definitelly mocking me.

"oh ya, I almost forgot, but she did correct it, don't our feet look fantastic Tim?" Stephanie then asked me.

I'm positive Jennifer filled her in on my foot fetish if she hadn't figured it out already as both women were wearing sandals and I'm sure I already had made several glances at their feet. This time I could feel the blood rush to m head so I knew I was beet red as I looked down at the girls feet. Both had gotten french pedicures and both girls feet were damn near perfect.

"ye yes, they do look fantastic" I could not disagree with the young woman even if they didn't look great.

"awww, your so sweet, I wish my boyfriend had a roommate like you" both ladies giggled at Stephanie's comment.

"Shouldn't the server be here by now Tim?" Jennifer asked getting serious again and catching me off guard.

"ah ser server?" I studdered in a panic, her list said nothing about a server

"surely you arranged for a server Tim, I sure as hell not going to be passing around the snacks and drinks." Jennifer was growing angry and I was getting scared

"I I I'm sorry Jennifer, I didn't see that on your list" I was practically pleading for forgiveness for something that wasn't even my fault, she should have been happy with everything I had done for her.

"I didn't think I had to spell out every damn thing for you Tim!, What the hell am I suppose to do now!? It's way to late to get a server now!" Jennifer ranted, Stephanie appeared to be slightly amused by her friends tantrum or maybe she was amused by the way I was cowering, fearing the wrath of the dark haired girls anger.

"I...I I don't know" I nervously stuttered unsure if I was even suppose to answer her tantrum question.

"well sinc it's your fault your just going to have to serve" Jennifer then stated or I should say ordered much more calmly and then waited on my response which only took moments.

"su sure Jennifer, no problem" I all but agreed I had screwed up and agreed to serve her guests (since it was my fault) when the two young women smiled at each other I felt I had just been set up, but there was nothing I could do about it now, I was use to being played for the fool exspecially by attractive women.

When she next pulled a white serving jacket from the big bag she had carried in and handed it too me I knew they had this all planned.

"here Tim, where this, and try to act like you've done this before, I don't want you embarrassing me in front of my friends" Jennifer lectured me, no thank you or even some small remark of gratitude for doing her a favor.

The two girls then walked out of the room snickering making me feel even more hunilated but being the passive meek guy I was I just mumbled to myself and began getting the sandwich and snack trays ready to serve.

The party ended up being a big success, Brad was surprised when he walked in the door with his buddy and he showed his appreciation by giving Jennifer a huge kiss. He didn't even seem to notice me even though Iserved him food and drinks several times as he mingled with the many guests. It was a good hour into the party that he recognized me as the server, he was sitting on the couch with Jennifer, Stephanie and some other guy as I lowered the tray to serve them all another round of drinks.

"hey Tim, how you doing" he grinned at me and then at Jennifer

"ah good Brad, oh and happy birthday" I responded a bit nervous and with Jennifer stareing at me I was wondering if I was suppose to address him as Sir, being the waiter and all but she just grinned and said nothing as she took her glass of wine from the tray.

"thanks Tim" Brad replied grabbing his Heinikin's and then the four of them went back to chatting amongst themselves ignoring me, I had other guests to serve anyways so I just walked away.

I continued moving around the room serving the twenty or so guests, I noticed that there were several people in their forties and even a couple in their fifties. I couldn't help remembering Jennifer telling me I wasn't invited because I was the only old fart as she put it that would be there.

At around 10:30 the party wound down with the last of the guests saying their goodbyes to Brad and Jennifer. I began picking up the many empty glasses, bottles and dishes strewn about the room as it was apparent I wasn't going to get any help from Brad and Jennifer who were now laying together on the sofa.

"hey baby open my gifts now" I overheard Jennifer say to her boyfriend as she handed him two gifts.

I continued cleaning up but kept one eye on the attractive young couple to see what she had gotten him. Being shy like I am I actually blushed when I saw the edible panties and underware that Brad pulled from one box.

"you know what I like girl" Brad chuckled giving Jennifer a passionate tongue kiss.

"here, now open this one" Jennifer said pointing out the other small box after they pulled their tongues from each others mouths.

The box contained a room key to the exclusive five star resort downtown.

"do you like it? It's for tonight and tomarrow night...it's probably going to take Tim that long to get the house cleaned up again so I figured we might as well get out of his way" Jennifer said, it seemed she added the last part of me cleaning up after their party when she noticed I was watching.

"I love it babe, it'll give us a chance to use my other gift" Brad chuckled again holding up the edible undies again.

"here honey, Tim got you a gift also" Jennifer then said after they kissed once again.

The small box she handed him was not what I had bought him, I had actually bought him a golf putter he had been talking about.

"that's not" I was trying to say that was not my gift but Jennifer quickly silenced me "shhhh! don't give it away Tim, I told you Brad's not going to mind that you were a little short on cash and you had to make a gift" she said and added an evil grin I had never seen before.

I had no idea what she was talking about and was getting angry but once again I said nothing.Brad opened the box and pulled out what appeared to be a homemade coupon book. Brad grinned as he read the small card attatched out loud.

'Brad I was a little short on cash so I am giving you this coupon book for services, there arre five coupons for me to wash, wax and detail your card, five coupons for me to run your personal errands, five coupons for me to do your laundry, five coupons for me to clean your room and bathroom and ten coupons for me do do a chore or task of your choosing. You may redeem these at any time of your choosing'

I was shocked and embarrassed, I knew nothing of this and I could see Jennifer with a huge grin

"oh, how sweet Tim, you've got to be the best roomate ever, isn't he honey" Jennifer said as if she knew nothing of this, what an evil bitch she was turning out to be.

"ya, I'm pretty impressed Tim, this is a great gift" Brad said

Now what could I say, he loved the gift, how could I now deny it was from me?

"oh, ah, it was nothing, I I I'm just sorry I couldn't buy you something" as I spoke Jennifer shot me that evil mischivious grin again.

"no, this is much better then any ift Tim, in fact my cars a mess, I think I'll use this coupon for a complete car cleaning for tomarrow while Jen and I are at the resort" Brad said with a grin tearing out one of the car wash, wax and detailing coupons and handing it to me.

"su sure Brad, no problem" I was stuck now, I didn't have much choice but to agree to honor the coupons.

"wow, that makes my last gift seem small in comparison, but you might as well open it anyways" Jennifer said while flashing me that damn grin for a third time.

I began to fume again as she reached under the couch and pulled out what was my gift and handed it to her boyfriend, he ripped the wrapping paper off and was thrilled to see it was the putter he wanted.

"how did you know babe, this is awesome!" he was esstatic and my so called gift was dropped to the floor as he examined his putter and then gave Jennifer a huge hug and kiss.

"I'm glad you like it babe, I wasn't sure" Jennifer said when their embrace ended, his response really did surprise her and was a very pleasent bonus to her deciept and trickery.

The young couple left a short time later for the resort in Jennifer's car leaving me to clean up and of course service Brad's car the next day.

A buetiful Sunday mourning. The kind of day when most people would go to the beach or the park and in general just relax and enjoy the great weather. Not me, I looked at Brad's old BMW and it was trashed inside and out just like he had said. It would take hours to clean it.

I decided to work on the outside first having to wash it twice to get all the dirt off. Next I set off to polish it using one of those renewing waxes to try to bring back the shine it once had. The sun began to heat up and I began sweating working feverishly to bring out the maximum luster of the old paint.

While I worked my butt off shining and buffing I began to wonder what Brad and Jennifer were doing. It was still fairly early so they were probably still in their big comfortable bed or maybe eating breakfast served by room service. I was familiar with the resort they were at having been there for meetings a couple of times.

I knew that sometime in the day Jennifer would talk Brad into getting one of those romantic couples massages. The resort did it right with private cabanas poolside. A couple could be pampered for hours being served strawberries and cream with fine champagne while as many as five attendents catered to providing them total relaxation.

Every inch of their bodies would be attended too with lotions being massaged into their skin from head to toe. They would get manicures and pedicures, yes even the guys got their nails cleaned trimmed and smoothed. I had never experianced it myself but I noticed people come out of the cabana looking total refreshed and relaxed.

I was now delicatlly cleaning every centimeter of the chrome wheels as I daydreamed about Brad and Jennifer. The back of my shirt now drenched with sweat while I worked my cloth into the tiny crevices of the wheels getting every spec of dirt off them.

My mind now wondered onto last nighr and this gift I supposedlly gave Brad. It was suppose to be because I didn't have the money to buy him a gift. Brad knew better than that, he knew I made decent money, I owned this house, I didn't have a family or girlfriend or for the most part a life outside of work. Surely he knew I wasn't short of cash.

The more I was trying to make sense out of what had and was happening the harder I was working on cleaning his car. I liked Brad, I felt he was a friend, he didn't judge me or try to anylize me like many people who questioned why I wasn't married or even dating.

I wasn't gay, I was attracted to women but not in the way most men were. There are breast men and there are ass men and there are leg men but all of them fantasized about screwing good looking women. I was a foot man and when I fantasized it was about groveling at an attractive woman's feet and serving as her personal slave.

Was this wierd? Most people would think so and I did myself but it was the way I was born and a burden I carried. I did my best to act like I was so called normal but some people could see right through my facade, Jennifer was one of those people, she knew she could walk all over me.

In a way I got a little excited when Jennifer gave me one of those dominant sarcastic smirks or when she basically authoritively gave me an order it was just that I didn't want Brad to find out what a wimp I was, like I said I thaught of him as a friend and I did not want to jepordize that.

I had now moved onto the interior of Brad's car, I carefully picked up and grouped together all the loose papers strewn about not wanting to lose annything and then pulled out the floor mats. When I reached under the seats to see if any other trash or notes were there I pulled out a couple of joint roaches which didn't surprise me I knew Brad partied and then I pulled out a used condom.

The condom was dry but still had the faint odor of a man's and woman's juices, most people would have been discusted by this and would have stopped right there but then again most people wouldn't have even gotten to this point, I just tossed the condom into the trash bag, it was just part of my job as I saw it.

So while I was cleaning up Brad's and Jennifer's used condoms from his car I imagined they were now doing something fun like riding jet skis or maybe they were just lounging by the huge tropical resort pool being waited on hand and foot by the attenitive resort staff.

I next went to work shampooing the seats and carpets of Brad's car, it certainly needed it. I never worked so hard on my own car let alone someone elses but I wanted Brad to be happy with my work or maybe it was because Jennifer had actually in her own little coniving way ordered me to do it and therefore I was compelled to do the best possible job I could.

Whatever the reason it's one thing to fantasize about being a slave it is certainly another to perform like one. I was now sweaty, tired and a bit sore but I continued with my work for reasons I'm not sure I even understood. As the vacuum sucked out the years of dirt that had accumulated on the seats and carpets of the stylish BMW my thaughts again flashed back to last night.

So if Brad knew I had the money to buy him a gift why didn't he think it was strange I offered him my services. Had Jennifer conviced him I was a wimp who could easily be taken advataged of or worse yet had they both somehow discovered those cuckold stories I read on the internet about a husband being a slave to his wife and her lover.

Man, that would be devistating, I don't know why it just would, fantasy and reality are two different things and I always felt my dirty little secrets were safely locked away in my computer but then again what was the difference, I was actually performing like the couples slave right now. I was busting my butt detailing the Masters car while the Mistress and him froliced and relaxed at a five star luxery resort.

Master and Mistress, I can't beleive I just said that even though it was to myself. Was I really thinking of myself as a slave to Brad and Jennifer or was I just seeing something into this that wasn't there maybe I was just hoping for it in some bizarre way.

When I finished Armoralling the dash and moldings I looked at my watch, damn I had been at this for almost five hours. I took a step backk and looked at my work, it was incredible, Brad wouldn't even recognize it. I doubt his car had sparkled like this in years at least not since he's owned it.

I started thinking maybe it was too clean, surely he would realize it took hours to do this, what kind of guy would spend that kind of time and effort cleaning another guys car as a gift. Would he think I was a wierd freak? Then again if he didn't already think so after gift I had suposedly given him maybe he was expecting his car to look this way.

It just wasn't fair, I had no idea where I stood with either one of them. They definitelly had the advantage, I was basically at their mercy. I needed and craved Brad's friendship but neither of them needed me in the least. It really was unfair and yet so fitting in the world of the popular and the meek.

The last thing I did was to clean all the windows and then I pulled my car out of the garage and pulled his in. This was for a couple of reasons, one since his car was now clean I didn't want it getting dirty and second if he was to be my Master it seemed only fitting that his car be parked in the garage. I have a two car garage but only one car wil fit since he is storing some boxes and furniture in the other half.

I spent the rest of the day cleaning the house again. I don't know why, maybe it was something to do or possibly because I knew Jennifer was fanatic about a clean house exspecially the bathrooms which is possibly why I paid paticular attention to those two rooms.

Being dead tired I went to bed early, will not exactly, I went to my bedroom but I spent the next several hours on the internet researching more cuckold story sites.

Thankfully Monday mourning was a holiday because I was feeling all the aches and pains from all the awkward positions I was in Sunday in detailing Brad's car. I stayed in bed until close to noon, after getting up I just sort of moped around all day.

That was until about 6:00pm when Brad and Jennifer walked in the door both looking very tan and rested.

"hey Tim, why's your car in the driveway?" Brad asked

"oh, I put your car in the garage after I cleaned it, I didn't want it getting dirty before you got home" I explained using that reasoning instead of the one that the Master's car belonged in the garage.

"Oh ya, I almost forgot, how's it look?" Brad asked rather nonchalantly as if he had forgotten he used a service ticket to have me wash and wax it, maybe he had forgotten I realized after looking at Jennifer again, man she was stunning, I sure she had taken his mind off everything.

"it ah it turned out good Brad, I think you'll like it" I replied my eyes still fixed on Jennifer that was until she looked at me and I quickly diverted my eyes all be it too late, she had most definitelly noticed me staring at her.

"let's take a look, I can't beleive you could have done that much with it" Brad invited me with him to the garage.

When he opened the door to the garage I knew instantlly he was shocked

"holy shit! Jen! come here a sec, you've got to see this!" he called out and now I was embarrassed, maybe I had done too good of a job, I was glad he was happy but I didn't expect him to make such a big deal out of it.

Jennifer came to the door and I stepped to the side giving her room which I always do anyways as she intimidates the hell out of me. She half grinned at me and my eyes went downward, she knew she had an overwhelming power over me and she definitlly enjoyed it.

"oh my god babe! It looks like a new car!" Jennifer was very impressed also which I was kind of surprised at and it made me feel proud, that comment was probablly the closest thing to a compliment I would get from her.

"the outsides only part of it, take a look inside" Brad invited her over as he had the door open looking at the interior.

The two of them stood looking over the entire for a minute or two and seemed quite pleased.

"Man I gotta see the engine" Brad then said and my proud smile turned downward.

"ah I I didn't clean the engine Brad" I said sort of softly.

Brad clearly looked dissapointed, what did he expect, surely he could tell I spent hours to get his car looking like this. Jennifer could see his dissapointment also and being the ultimate bitch she had a solution.

"I think that's pretty rude of you Tim, I mean you give him a gift of detailing his car and you don't even complete it. I would say cleaning the engine is part of the detailing, wouldn't you babe?" Jennifer asked her boyfriend as she walked over to him.

"Ya, I thaught so but it's cool" Brad said, there was still dissapointment in his voice.

I couldn't beleive what was goin on here, I had busted my ass for more than five hours doing something I had been tricked into and now they were making me feel guilty for not cleaning the damn engine. Will it was working.

"I I I"m sorry Brad, I can still do it" I found myself saying

"You sure, Ok, you should probably do it by next weekend though while the car still looks good" Brad quickly accepted my offer and gave me no option out of it, at least he didn't demand I do it right now.

With that settled the two of them walked past me back into the house with Jennifer giving me the arrogant victorious grin of hers. I turned out the light and followed them back in. They settled onto the couch paying no attention to the fact I was sitting there when they came in my drink still on the table next to where Brad sat.

I reached down to pick up my drink to move to another seat as Brad reached down and picked up my service coupons which were still on the coffee table. I didn't even notice him tear one out as I took a seat in the chair across from them.

"I wouldn't get real comfortable Tim, I want to redeem another coupon" Brad said grinning, was he k**ding, I was still beat from the car washing ordeal.

"I need my laundry done, oh and I didn't think you would mine since you were going to be doing mine if Jennifer added some of hers" Brad spoke like this was no big thing.

Before I could even respond as I was tongued tied anyways Jennifer tossed her car keys at me.

"My laundry's in my trunk and please make sure you read the lables, I don't want you ruining anything. Oh and I guess you've never done a woman's laundry before so I'll tell you now, my panties, bras and nylons need to be hand washed, I brought over some Woolite just read the directions OK? You can ask me questions if you need too but you should be able to figure it all out and Brad and I are going to watch a movie so please keep your questions to a minimum"

I couldn't beleive the way she was speaking to me, like I was her maid or something. Brad didn't seem to have any problems with it, after he layed the coupon on the table he was now flipping through the channels with the remote. I had no idea what to say so I said nothing, I reached down and picked up the laundry coupon and Jennifer's keys and headed out to get her laundry.

I was fuming inside as I came back into the house and was ignored by them as I then gathered up Brad's laundry from his room and headed out to the garage where the washer and dryer were. Some of Jennifer's laundry, that was what Brad said, there was easily a weeks worth of laundry in her bag.

I started sorting clothes realizing several of Jennifer's blouses and pants required dry cleaning, I would have to bring this to her attention so I figured I should do it now before there movie started.

"ah excuse me, but Jennifer, a lot of your clothes say they need to be dry cleaned" I said as both of them looked at me from their seats on the couch.

"Ya, so what's the problem? You need to drop them off at the dry cleaner tommarrow, it is part of the laundry isn't it" Jennifer said in a very snooty tone like I had just asked a very stupid question, it sure put me in my place though as I had no response and was turning red in shame for even asking.

"oh ah sure OK, I I'm sorry I interupted" How else could I respond to such an assertive and forcefull woman,I was not use to someone talking to me like her and I saw no way of working up the nerve to stand up to her.

It took me almost an hour to get every thing sorted by the instructions and to get a first load started and after reading the instructions on the Woolite bottle I started soaking her delicate panties and bras. Of course I ran my fingers through her silky panties and yes I did even take a few quick sniffs, the smell was intoxicating, the smells of a beautiful woman that I had never expeirianced before, but like I said I was a foot man and I actually spent more time smelling the feet of her nylons more than her panties making sure however I would not get caught if one of them happened to walk in on me.

Walking back into the living room I noticed they had a pizza delivered.

"hey Tim, would you get me another beer?" Brad asked when he saw me enter.

"sure Brad"

I got two beers from the fridge and headed back to the living room handing one too Brad.

"have some pizza if you want" Brad offered, it would have been nice if they would have invited me when it was delivered as I looked at a few almost cheeseless corners and a piece that Jennifer had taken a couple of bites of and tossed back into the box.

"thanks Brad" I said and took Jennifer's scrap piece and a few of the corner pieces.

I quietly nibbled on my scraps and drank my beer. I was in the chair across from them and didn't have a very good veiw of the TV. They looked very cozy with Jennifer laying her head against Brad's chest, she had one leg beneath her and the other stretched out on the sofa.

Her legs like the rest of her are beautiful, long will toned and now tanned and smooth. She was wearing shorts so her legs and feet were bare. She began slowly twirling her ankle and flexing her toes, her eyes were still on the TV but there was no doubt she was doing this to tease me. It was working too as it was hard for me not to look obvious as I checked out her foot and legs. I was also beginning to get erect and thankfully Brad saved me any embarrassment that might have caused.

"could you pause it babe, I've go to piss" he said

Jennifer paused the dvd reluctantly as she was having fun tormenting me, she kissed Brad and readjusted herself allowing Brad to get up. Oh no, I thaught to myself, I was going to be alone with the she devil. I never knew how to react around her and she always found a way to make me even more uncomfortable.

When Brad left there was an awkward silence for a few moments and then Jennifer moved her sleek legs up onto the coffee table and crossed them at the ankles giving me a spectacular sole shot. She knew I would now be putty in her hands if I wasn't already.

"how's the laundry comming Tim, any problems?" she asked

"n no Jennifer, eve everthing's going ok" I replied nervously and took a sip of my beer as my lips were dry, I was keeping my plate on my lap with my thighs tightly closed trying desperatlly to contain my boner as she began rubbing one foot up and down her leg.

"and my panties and nylons, have you stared on them yet?" she continued to question me while she tormented me with the movements of her feet and legs.

"ye yes Je Jennifer, there ah there soaking now" I blushed, I was wondering if somehow she knew I had taken several whiffs of each.

"Tim you just can't let them soak they'll never get really clean like that, you have to very gently dip and swirl them in the water and then hang them on a line to dry. I suggest you get right back to it or you'll just have to do it again. Make sure you wash your hands first though, I don't want pizza stains all over everything"

Once again Jennifer spoke to me like I was her servant. It was pretty clear she didn't want me sitting with them so she was comming up with a way to keep me occupied.

"I I was just following the instructions" I came back with, Jennifer did not seem to like even the slightest hint of backbone I was showing.

"will I'm giving you new instructions, unless you think you know more about women's panties" she shot back with in a stern tone.

"no, no Jennifer, I'm not questioning you, I'll do it like you want" what a wimp I was I thaught to myself as I immeadiatelly fell into line to obey her wishes. This brought a smile back to her pretty face knowing she had killed any thaughhts I had of showing her I had a backbone.

"good, I'm glad you see it my way,...I don't know why your not married Tim, you seem to understand women so well" She added a snide remark I guess referring that more men should just agree with a women's wishes or perhaps it was her way of just easing me some more.

Brad then returned and sat back down next to Jennifer and the two got comforable again.

"be a dear and bring me another bottle of water before you get back to the laundry will you Tim" Jennifer said with a smirk letting me know it was time for me to leave.

"sure Jennifer" I said softly

I gave her a water and returned to the garage to do her bidding. I decided it was best to just stay in the garage rather than to go through any more uncomfortable moments with Jennifer. I wasn't going to make a mistake like I did by not cleaning Brad's engine and I knew ironing was considered part of doing the laundry so I had plenty to do without having to go back into the house for a while.

When I did go back in some two and a half hours later with all their clothes washed, ironed, folded or on hangers I found that they had went to Brad's bedroom where they were screwing from the sounds I had heard many times before. I left their folded clothes just outside Brad's door with a note that their clothes on hangers were in the spare bedroom closet.

On my way back to the garage to retreive the bag of dry cleaning that I was going to bring to my room so I wouldn't forget it in the mourning I noticed they hadn't even bothered to pick up after themselves. Brad's beer bottles and Jennifer's water bottles, the pizza box, plates and napkins all laid on the coffee table.

I don't know why I decided to pick everything up, most people would just say screw it, let them clean up their own damn mess. Maybe it was because I knew one way or another I'd be cleaning it up anyways so I figured I might as well just do it and get it over with. I had cleaned up after Brad before and never thaught much about it but after working like his slave for most of the weekend it was now hitting a nerve, not that I would do anything about it.

I was finally in bed at around 11PM. What a strange long weekend it had been. I couldn't help but wonder if this was going to be a regular occurance on weekends, Brad certainly had enough coupons to keep me as his indentured servant for at least a couple dozen weekends, however even without those damn coupons he had a girlfriend who could manipulate me into doing just about anything.

When I woke up Tuesday mourning I was almost looking foreward to going to work. It was a lot less strenuos work then washing cars or doing laundry. I walked out of my bedroom and found a note taped to my door.

'Tim once again you are trying to take the easy way out of honoring your coupon. Laundry includes putting our clothes away. When you come home from work today you can put Brad's things away and he will tell you how to get to my apartment so you can bring my clothes over and put them away. I will also give Brad a spare key for you so you will be able to return my dry cleaning even if I'm not home'

The note was signed by Jennifer of course. I hadn't expected a thank you as by now it was evident compliments and graditude would be few and far between but now with every chore I did for them they exected more. I was tempted to tear the note up and throw it in Jennifer's face but that's something a real man, a man with a backbone might do, not me, I would simply mutter to myself all day and when I got home I would put Brad's clothes away.

Why had I even given those damn coupons to Brad, oh that's right, I hadn't, it was Jennifer who had manipulated me, it was getting to the point that I was beleiving it had been my idea. It didn't really matter, I had said they were from me and I wasn't going to risk losing Brad as a friend by going back on my word.

As I had said Brad and I work together, actually I his manager as we work for a softwear support company. I always go in early and Brad's notorious for arriving several minutes late, something I tended to overlook because he was a friend. This mourning he pushed it a little more by comming in a full twenty minutes late.

"glad to see you could make it" I sort of chuckled passing by his desk, it was my way of letting him know I knew what time he arrived. The office was one place where I did act with some authority, thankfully no one like Jennifer worked there.

"ya, Jenn wanted a quickie this mourning... get me a cup of coffee will you Tim?" Brad replied looking like he was worn out.

Something had changed, Brad would have never responded to me in such a way last week. He would have apolagised and given me some lame ass exscuse about why he was late and he most certainly would have not ask me to fetch him coffee. This would be a huge turning point.

I have had others in Brad's position attempt to take advantage of my easy going management but like I said I can show authority in the office when I need to and I was always able to set the person straight. For some reason this was different and I couldn't figure out why, thankfully no one else had heard or seen Brad's actions.

I stood there with a deer in the headlights stare not quite sure how to respond.

"hum hum, coffee" Brad caught my attention again as I'm not sure how long I was in a trance like state.

"ah ya sure Brad, black one sugar right?" I responded, I knew how he liked his coffee as sometimes I made breakfast on the weekends for us.

"that's right" he responded, this was unlike Brad also, I was use to his good manners, he almost always said please or thanks when some did a favor for him.

I mumbled to myself the whole time I walked to the breakroom and while pouring the coffee. I was telling myself I had to confront him, I could not let this get out of hand, it was one thing to be like his servant at home but I couldn't let it carry over to the office, it could never work, could it?

I knew what the right thing to do was, I was a logical person and almost always did what was right, maybe that's why in many ways I was considered boring. With all that said I cannot possibly explain why although every thaught in my head told me to put a stop to this I still found myself carrying a coffee to Brad's desk.

"here you go Brad, I hope this wakes you up" he could tell from the tone of my trembling voice I was struggling with the whole authority thing.

"Tim" Brad then said after he took a sip and I was turning to walk away. Now what, surely this wasn't going to be like at home where he was going to find something wrong, what, was the coffee too hot, too cold, not strong enough, I turned, I was close to blowing up.

"yes Brad" I said, my voice still trembling

"thanks" he said with a grin

Whew, what a load off. The whole weight of the world seemed to be lifted off my shoulders.

"no problem Brad, ..oh, your assignments on the board" my voice no longer trembling, I needed that little word and I beleive Brad knew that also. Jennifer was the real controling and manipulitive one but Brad was learning how to push my buttons also.

Luckily Brad was going to be on the road all day so I was free from any more confratations at least for today. Ten minutes later as Brad was leaving he stopped in my office.

"hey Tim, I'm not sure what time I'll be home tonight so here is the directions to Jennifer's place and a key. She said you might as well keep it just in case you need it in the future, see ya" he said after laying the envelope on my desk.

"ok, Brad" I replied looking at the envelope, there was no escaping this. How could I possibly expect to keep our home situation out of the office. The truth inside me was that I actually yearned more to be the young couples slave then to have this job but that wouldn't pay the bills and it would definatelly not be normal.

When Brad left I spent a good ten or fifteen minutes in my own thaughts. Maybe I was seeing something into this that wasn't there. Maybe it was my own sick fantasy to be their slave. Perhaps they were just a young couple who found someone who could do little chores for them, it was me who kept thinking about the slave thing, neither of them had brought it uo at all.

Why would I want to be their slave anyways, oh sure it sounds nice, no responsibilities, just do what they said, no worries hell I might even get to kiss Jennifer's feet I found so attractive. My own thaughts were getting me excited but then the reality side of my mind began to work. What, are you crazy? Being their slave was hard work. Don't you remember sweating while washing the car, and the hours in the hot garage doing laundry.

I guess I would just have to let this all play out, maybe that's why I wasn't standing up to either of them, maybe this is what I really wanted. Who was I k**ding, I was a wimp and they exspecially Jennifer knew how to take advantage of me. Fortunatelly my phone rang or I would have driven myself crazy with my thaughts.

At lunch time I dropped off the remaining laundry at the dry cleaners, I didn't really think much of it it was just something that needed to be done. My day was pretty normal for the remainder and when I returned home I noticed the basket of folded clothes still sitting by Brad's door untouched.

I made myself a small dinner and then began opening dresser drawers in Brad's room to try to determine what went where. I hung his hanger clothes in his closet and then gathered up Jennifer's stuff and put it in my car. It was strange but I must have done it self consiously, I didn't pull my car into the garage, even though Brad wasn't home, the garage spot belonged to him, at least that's what my mind told me.

The envelope Brad had given me was still sealed so I opened it now to get the directions. My jaw hit the ground as another coupon dropped out of the envelope when I pulled out the directions. I picked it up off the seat and it was a chore of choice coupon and Jennifer had written a note on it.

'Tim, Brad was kind enough to let me use this chore of choice coupon you gave him (ha ha) My sister is coming to visit me this Saturday and my place is a mess. My chore of choice is a thorough house cleaning and it needs to be done Friday night. Brad says he won't be needing you so you can come to my place right after work for the heavy cleaning but tonight I'd like you to just do some tidying up to get a head start, oh and I'm sure you won't mind gathering up any dirty clothes laying around and consider them part of the last coupon so a new coupon won't be necessay.

ps: make a note of the cleaning supplies you'll need for Friday because you'll have to pick them up yourself

HAVE FUN (ha ha)
JEN'

What a cruel coniving bitch! The nerve of her to think she could manipulate me to doing chores for her through a note. The sad truth was she could but that didn;t keep me from fuming as I drove to her apartment to do her bidding. After ten minutes of bitching at myself for being such a wimp and at Jennifer for being such a bitch I came to realize what I was really mad about.

I felt I had been cheated, yes cheated. If I was going to be Jennifer's maid it seemed I should at least get to see her manipulate me into doing it. Ya I know that sounds wierd but as uncomfortable it makes me at the time I got many hours of satisfaction fantasizing about her when I was alone.

I made the turn into Jennifer's complex, I was pretty impressed. Brad had told me her parents were pretty well off and sinc Jennifer didn't work she was still going to college part time I assumed her parents were paying her rent. That's when it occurred to me, the reason Brad did not move in with Jennifer was because she had a roommate. If Jennifer wasn't home and her roommate who I did not know was what would I say.

Surely Jennifer wouldn't put me in that position, who was I fooling, Jennifer loved making me feel awkward. I grew more nervous by the second as I made my way to her door with her clothes in my arms. Then I thaught why would she give me a key if her roommate was going to be there and I felt a slight bit more relaxed.

I stood at her door for a couple of minutes trying to work up the courage to knock but finally I did and then waited some more. No answer, I went ahead and used the key and entered slowly, no sign of anyone home, I guess that was a good thing even though I was secretly wishing Jennifer was there.

Jennifer had not lied, the place was a mess, obviously neither her or her roommate cared much for housework. The first thing I did was too look for which bedroom was Jennifer's so Icould put her clothes away. Both bedrooms were in equal dissaray with similar jeans, blouses and shoes s**ttered about but each room had pictures and I was able to identify Jennifer's room by a picture of her and Brad together.

I also checked out the other pictures in her room, one looked like her family at a gathering like a wedding or something. Her sister looked every bit as stunning as her and was maybe two years younger. Her parents looked to be my age in their early to middle forties and both were very attractive and just looked successfull.

After locating the proper drawers like I did with Brad's I put away her clothes and hung her dresses in her closet and then I went to her roommates room out of curiosity to check out her pictures. I saw several items with the name Brandi so I assumed that was her name and there was a picture on her night stand of a pretty black girl with a guy so I guessed that was her.

The girl and guy that was with her looked to be the same age as Jennifer and Brad and made a very attractive couple also exspecially with their skin contrast with her being black and her boyfriend being a blonde white guy. It had been a longtime fantasy of mine to be a black woman's foot slave so of course I couldn't pass up the oppertunity to take a few whiffs of some of the shoes laying about in her room, exspecially the flip flops and the beat up pair of dirty white sneakers.

There's no real distinguishing scent to the shoes other than a bit of foot odor, it was the thaught that this pretty black girls bare feet had probably been in them not so long ago that made it highly arousing to me and I could have ran a batch right there but with the risk of getting caught I decided it was best to put the shoes down and get on with my tasks.

I took a quick look at the bathroom the ladies shared and just as quickly stepped out, that could be an hour task in itself as makeup spills and uncapped bottles of lotions and make ups were everywhere not to mention small stacks of towels and dirty mirrors.

Since one of Jennifer's so called requests was pick any additional laundry that needed to be done I began gathering up various items from her bedroom and then the living room. After I had an armful of dirty clothes in my arms it occured to me that some of these probably belonged to her roommate.

I set the clothes to the side for the time being and moved on to picking up the dirty dishes, magazines and newspapers s**ttered about and in both bedrooms. Another dilema, would her roommate mind that I went into her bedroom to pick up dirty dishes and old papers.

I was getting frustrated wondering what I should or should not do as Jennifer's instructions now seemed rather vague and you might think being a slave is easy, just follow orders will that's all good but now I seemed to be in a no win situation. I decided to move into the kitchen to start washing the dishes and that's when the feelings of being used hit me again.

This is a feeing that came and went at various times when I was performing tasks Ididn't particularlly care for. I would tell my self I should just leave and tell Jennifer to do her own damn chores but in reality I knew I could never stand up to her and even if I could manage it she could make my life miserable for as long as Brad lived with me so it was easier to just keep her happy even at the expense of my dignity.

"you must be the houseboy Jen told me about" I heard and dropped a saucer to the floor and it shattered.

I had turned to see the stunning black girl I had seen in the pictures. I had not heard her come in and she was standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Her finely manicured hands on her hips she was wearing tight white shorts which showed off her long smooth dark toned legs. On her feet she was wearing a pair of newer looking bright white sneakers.

"I ah..I'm Tim" I stuttered out crouching down to pick up the pieces of the saucer I had dropped.

"well Tim, Jen is not going to be happy you broke one of her plates" the haughty young black woman said as she moved to take a seat at the small table in the kitchen close to where I was crouched picking up the pieces.

"it it was an accident, you you had startled me" it was strange that I was pleading with this young woman I didn't know not to get me in trouble with another young woman I didn't know very well because I broke a dish while doing their housework for free.

Brandi used the toe of her shoe to slide a few of the broken pieces closer to me and then crossed her sleek legs allowing her beautiful sneaker clad foot to sway just inches from my face as she cupped her chin in her hands with her elbows resting near her knees looking down at me.

"I guess you'll just have to explain that to her and hope she understands" she said with a smirk.

She had the same personality as Jennifer and she was now toying with me knowing she had me flustered. I was pretty sure Jennifer had given her some backround of the situation having obviously told her I was a houseboy which I hadn't even had a chance to fume over that one yet.

I finished scooping up the pieces but remained on one knee before her trying not to be obvious about checking out her swaying foot right in front of me but like I said before there was little doubt she already knew I had a foot fetish even if Jennifer hadn't told her.

"ar ah are you Jennifer's roommate" I was now blushing as I tried to start a normal conversation with her.

She leaned back in her chair fluffing her dark curlly hair and as she did so the toe of her sneaker came up and lightly tapped my chin, little doubt that it was intentional but I remained on one knee saying nothing of this incident.

"yes, I'm Brandi, and what was your name again, Jen just told me I might find a new houseboy here"

There was that houseboy term again but did she say new houseboy, like maybe they have had others? She spoke to me like I was insignificant, the typical I forgot your name even though I had mentioned just seconds ago like it was of no intrest to her.

"it's ah it's Tim my name is Tim" it was obvious that she had me flustered and to make sure she began casually turning her slender ankle flashing me the sole and sides of her sneakered foot.

"well Tim, Jen tells me you'll have the whole place cleaned on Friday night...I sort of doubt that but you can stay as long as you want tonight to get a good start on it,...oh and she also said you would be taking our laundry with you which is good because I've got about two weeks worth laying around here and I'm starting to run out of things to wear"

After she said all that she stood up opened the refridgerator grabbing a bottled water and she left the room. I remained in my one knee stance for another minute or two, What had just happened, was that for real? I could feel myself trembling as a rash of emotions ran through me everything from anger to excitement.

At least the questions of whether Ishould pick up her laundry and clean her room were now answered and then there was the challange, she doubted I could get this place thoroughly cleaned by Friday night, I would show her. Not a bad way to get your housework done ladies just challange a submissive and see how far he'll go to prove his worth.

I threw away the busted plate and then hurriedly finished the remaining dishes and then went back into the living room to finish gathering up clothes. As I was doing so leaning over to pick up a sock Brandi sautered out of her bedroom. The first part of her I saw was her perfect French pedicured toes and absolutly beautiful dark skinned bare feet. I had never seen a black womans feet at such a close veiw other than in pictures and although I didn't find all the pictures I had seen appealing her's were by far the most beatiful I had ever seen, soft and smooth and obviously extremely well cared for.

I couldn't take my eyes off her feet and she paused in front of me and arched her foot as if to look at her heel like she had stepped in something but really just another way of teasing me and then she moved on towards the sofa where she plopped down laying length ways. She picked up the TV remote and turned on MTV raps.

"hey you, I forgot your name again do mind if I just call you houseboy or maid it'll be easier for me" she spoke to me rather arrogantly

"n no not at all Brandi" she had me in such a state that I didn't care what she called me.

"well houseboy I've got some calls to make so try to keep your cleaning noise to a minimum" she basically ordered me while not even looking at me as she picked up her fancy looking hi tech cell phone.

"ah su sure Brandi" this was unbeleivable, it surpassed any fantasies I had ever had. Here was this stunning black girl half my age treating me like dirt, I was nothing to her, her houseboy.

Her first call sounded like it was to her boyfriend and she had to leave a message as he didn't answer.

"ah Bra Brandi?" I had finished picking up in the living room and wanted to ask her if I could go into her room but wasn't sure if I should interupt her.

"yes, what is it?" she was rather snooty perhaps a little mad she didn't get a hold of her boyfriend

"I ah I I just wanted to know if it was OK for me to start picking up in your room?" I asked a little frightened by her tone

"that's what your here for isn't it houseboy" once again a rude arrogant response from her but at least I knew where I stood with her, I was here to clean and clean everything. I didn't bother to respond not wanting to annoy her further even though I was finding her short curt responses to me sort of exciting.

I moved throughout Brandi's bedroom picking up dicarded clothing items, she and Jennifer were similar in size and now I began to wonder how I would know who's clothes belonged to who when I returned them. I decided to keep Brandi's seperate starting with her room..

Under her bed I found several lone socks, some more shoes and even a man's underware, I guess I had to wash those also. When I opened the door to her walk in closet I now knew why she might be running out of clean clothes. Somewhere on the bottom of the stack of clothes was a laundry basket, at least she made some attempt to keep her dirty clothes in one room.

What was with these two girls, were they alergic to doing laundry, I guess when they ran out of clean clothes they just went out and bought new ones. Shopping was obviously easier than doing laundry. I walked back into the living room, I was going to ask Brandi if she had some bags that I could use to carry out the laundry.

She was on the phone chatting away so I knew it was not a good time to interupt her. Damn she was so hot, she now had one foot resting on the back of the sofa as she was sprawled out on the couch, she couldn't see me and I could have stood there for hours admiring her smooth dark leg and pretty bare foot but it was getting late and I had to work in the mourning.

I found some trash bags in the kitchen and a marker so I filled up five good size bags putting each girls name on the bags I knew belonged to which and a question mark on the other two bags. As per Jennifer's instructions I then made a list of items I would need Friday they didn't even have a vacuum, it was going to be hard work but I was pretty sure I could get it all done in four or five hours.

It took me three trips to lug the laundy bags out to my car and when I returned the last time Brandi was still gabbing away on the phone so I just waived too her as a way of telling her I was leaving.

"could you hang on a sec Trish" I heard her say to the person she was talking too and then she looked at me with a mean sneer

"what the hell do you think your doing!?" her tone starteled me

"I I I wa I was just waiving goodbye" I replied sheepishly

"your a houseboy fool, you don't waive goodbye like you were just visiting you wait until I'm done with my conversation to see if I need anything and if I don't I will dismiss you!"

After she chastised me her voice turned pleasent again as she went back to her conversation with her friend leaving me standing there in utter disbeleif and shock. Did she not understand I was not really a houseboy and even if I was that was pretty snooty and rude of her to talk to me that way.

This was crazy, I was there as well I guess favor would be the word and this girl was treating me as if I was dirt under her shoes. I should just walk out and dump their laundry in the parking lot, that's what I should have done but not me, no I just stood there waiting to be abused some more just like the black girl ordered me too.

Brandi didn't even look at me, she just kept on chatting away for another fifteen minutes leaving me standing there like the fool I was. Finally she hung up and then she did address me.

"I do not expect to ever have to be interupted by you again, is that clear houseboy!?" she started right in lecturing me waiving her finger at me as she did so.

"ah ya yes sure Brandi, It ah it's clear" the girl practically had me sobbing

"it better be, and now that you've been standing there waisting time when you could have continued cleaning I guess you still want to leave"

"I ah I"

"silence!" she said raising the palm of her hand "I don't want to here your excuses because you don't have any. Now in my bedroom you'll find a pair of black slingbacks and a pair of black stilletoes, take them both with you they need to be cleaned and poilished and returned to me no later than six tommarrow for my date, after you get them you may leave"

"o Ok Brandi" I said hanging my head from her berrating. I had seen the shoes she was speaking of when I was picking up so I knew where they were and I went and got them. She was already back on the phone when I came back out of her room so I just left carrying her shoes with me.

When I got into my car I just sat behind the wheel for several minutes before even starting it. What had just happened? How had I gone from just doing a couple of favors for my friend Brad to becomming a houseboy for his girlfriend and now her roommate. Where would it end and how, I certainly didn't have the gonads to put an end to it.

I have to admit it was sort of a thrill to be demeaned that way by Brandi but that thrill was over now it was just more work to do I thaught looking at the five bags of clothing and two pairs of badly scuffed sexy looking shoes beside me.

When I got home Brad was still not there, another late night for him I'm sure he would show up late for work again tommarrow. Again I parked in the driveway making sure not to block Brad from getting to his spot in the garage. It was already close to ten and I was still tired from the long weekend but I decided to get a load or two of the girls laundry done and I had to seperate out the dry cleaning so I could drop them at the cleaners tommarrow, something told me the dry cleaner and I were going to be seeing a lot of each other.

While the washer was doing it's job I took Brandi's shoes to my bedroom to begin cleaning them. Yes, it goes without saying, I finally got a little pleasure and releif myself as I fantasized about the sexy black feet that had been in those shoes many times, I felt I deserved at least that much after all I had been through.


The next mourning as I had expected Brad was late, this time he pushed it to twentyfive minutes. It was evident I had no control over him, I guess I should just be happy he showed up at all. When I saw his still shiny car pull into the parking lot through my window I even went a step further.

I went to get a cup of coffee for him that way at least if someone was to be in the office they wouldn't here him basically order me to get him one or at least that was my reasoning. I met him at his desk with his coffee when he came in.

"hey Tim, what's this?" he seemed a little surprised by my submissive act

"I just figued you'd be wanting a cup of coffee" I replied, I think he was waiting for me to make a dumb comment about the time but I did not.

"thanks buddy...hey was there any donuts left, I'm kinda hungry too" he sort of asked.

He was seeing if I would get him some of those also, he guessed if I was going to wait on him with no questions asked he might as well take advantage of it.

"yes, I think there were a few left, I'll be right back" I offered no resistance and he had a slight grin as I went to fetch him donuts.

I don't think Brad had a real clue on just what his girlfriend and her roommate had put me through. He knew some minor parts of it and I'm sure to him he was thinking hey if my girlfriend tricked this guy into doing a few favors for me why should I fight it, and if I'm going to have my boss not bitch about me being late and even serving me coffee and donuts I'm certainly not going to rock the boat.

I returned with his donuts and his assignment and found him kicked back at his desk his feet propped up on the desk reading the paper, ya he was going with the flow and enjoying every minute of it.

"here you go Brad and here's your assignment" I said laying the folder and his donuts on his desk

"thanks buddy" he grinned and I just nodded and headed back to my office.

Sure, one or both of us might get fired if my lieniance with him was ever discovered but who was I to think I had any authority over him for all practical puposes he was my boss because that's the way Jennifer would want it and I was learning what Jennifer wanted Jennifer got, at least when it came to me.

The day was again uneventfull in fact so were the the next couple. I dropped off the new dry cleaning picked up the previous dry cleaning, dropped off Brandi's now new looking shoes after I spent a good hour rubbing out the scuff marks. Neither her or Jennifer were home so I just placed the shoes in her room.

Brad was not home again either which I was getting use too but it didn't matter as I had plenty of laundry and ironing to do. As I said the next days were uneventful, Brad came too work a little late each day and we now had the routine down pat, I would look for his arrival in the parking lot and have his coffee and pastry and as of yesterday the paper at his desk. He would spend ten or fifteen minutes reading the paper and then go on to his assignmennt, the work was still getting done so no one was questioning anything at work although because of Brad's new work habits I was tending to give him the lighter work loads.

Even Friday night my night of fully cleaning Jennifer's and Brandi's apartment was nothing special. Neither of them were home again and although I again felt cheated as I was looking foreward to a little humiliation at their hands at least I was able to do my work with no distractions and I was done by 11PM. I had even put away all the laundry I had done for them with the exception of about a dozen items which I left a note on saying I was sorry but I did not know who they belonged too.

I came home dead tired and went right to bed, I still had that little thing of cleaning Brad's engine to do the following mourning. Maybe they had their fun and it was over. This thaught actually dissapointed me. Sure I wouldn't have all the hard work to do anymore but it had been filling up my otherwise boring nights.

I also was craving the humiliation of being treated as the ladies lackey, it made my fantasies a lot more realistic then what I could get off the internet. I still had vivid memories of the short time I had spent with Brandi and during my fantasy time I even made it to be more humiliating and degrading then it actually was.

I would miss all that but you know what they say, be carefull of what you wish for. I drifted off to sleep with that thaught running through my head.

Shortly after 1AM I was awoken by Brad and Jennifers loud voices when they came home after apparently being at a bar. They were in a playfull mood and I could hear them plafully wrestling on the couch. I despratelly wanted to peek out to see Jennifer again, it had been several days since I last had a glimpse of her and I really wanted to see her again but I was too chicken to look.

Their voices then grew quite and I assumed they had begun making out. I tried but I could not go back to sleep at least not until I heard Brad's bedroom door close telling me they were going to bed themselves. About fifteen minutes later I heard the door to the garage open and close and Brad's car start up and pull out. I guessed they were heading out again.

That was until my door flew open and Jennifer looking as pretty as ever popped in and plopped down on the side of my bed.

"good! your up, trying to spy on us our you" she laughed

I was in terror, here I was only in my underware under the covers and this extremely beautiful young woman was sitting on my bed, this had never happened to me before not to mention this particular girl loved to torment me.

"n no no I wasn't" I tried to deny I was listening in on them but it wasn't much use, she knew me better than I knew myself.

"ya, whatever, so I heard you met Brandi" she grinned wickedly, I knew she was told of our whole encounter.

"ye yes" I was trying to pull my covers up higher as if they would protect me from her but this just amused her and she reached up and yanked them back down.

":oh no you don't, no hiding from me, I want to chat, Brad went to get us some pot so he'll be gone for at least thirty minutes" she had me cornered and there was no way out.

"I told him he could use a coupon and have you go get it but Brad just doesn't understand you like Brandi and me" Jennifer continued with s giggle or two.

I knew I was blushing as this gorgous young woman read me like an open book, it was scary how well she knew my every thaught. I remained perfectly still keeping a grasp on my covers, I had no idea what to say.

"so, what did you think of Brandi?" she asked although I felt like I was being interrigated where anything I said might be used to bury me.

"sh sh she's nice" I stammered out and that brought a loud laughter from Jennifer

"ya right!, she told me she was a total bitch to you,...but you like that don't you Tim...or should I call you houseboy"

My face had to be beet red now, I could feel my cheeks boiling with the rush of blood.

"I I I I don't I" I was trying to deny it all like a blubbering idiot until Jennifer put her hand over my mouth

"shhh, you don't need to deny it Tim, we both know it's true. Your not the first closet wimp Brandi and I have come across, we know all about your kind."

In a way I was releived that she indeed did understand me but in another way it frightened me more, I never wanted this information to get out and like she had just said I could never convincingly deny it.

"pl please please don't" I began to plead with her not to tell anyone exspecially Brad and again her fingers shushed me.

"don't worry Tim I'm not going to let your secret out and I'm not going to blackmail you. I don't need too, it's in your blood, you crave the humiliation and degradation of a woman bossing you around, as I see it your my slave for as long as I wish, even if you try to deny it you would soon come groveling back but I will warn you, try to keep your denials to a minimum because I will make your life more miserable every time you come crawling back"

How could she possibly be so knowlegable about submission and domination at such a young age unless she came from a female dominated household, but I had seen the picture of her family, her father did not look like the submissive type but then again I probably wouldn't either in a picture, then again the thaught that the man in the picture wasn't really her father didn't even come to mind at that time.

"s so so wh what happens now?" I finnaly got my question out and she grinned

"nothing changes, we just have a better understanding of each other, I'll still be able to manipulate you into doing things for me and it amuses me to watch how you wimps react to my tormenting and teasing. There is one thing concerning Brad though, he's told me how you fetch his coffee in the mournings I was impressed with him to hear that,it excites me to see my man dominate another man but I will never push him into something he's uncomfortable with so he'll know nothing of our little conversation unless of course your foolish enough to tell him, that's up to you, I would prefer he moves into the dominance thing slowly and he will, he already has started. I just wanted to let you know my feelings on that"

Just then we both heard the garage door opening, Brad was back, Jennifer hopped up and started heading out.

"oh by the way Tim, nice job on the apartment, I have a feeling you'll be getting a regular shift and Brandi was pretty impressed with her shoes, I think you'll be seeing more of that chore also"

With that she walked out and closed my door. I was certainly wide awake now trying to decipher what had just happened. It had answered a lot of question but then again left me as confused as ever. How could I ever look her or Brandi in the eye again knowing they knew all about my fantasies exspecially if others who didn't know were there also, if anything it made her even more intimidating.

Then there was her comments about how I wasn't the first closet wimp her and Brandi had come across and when she lef she mentioned a shift, that along with a comment Brandi made the other day something that made me think that maybe they had other houseboys, did they? Was I one of several? Then why was there place such a mess? There were just so many questions, it was unfair, Jennifer seemed to know everything about me but I knew little about her.

The next mourning I slept in until 8AM which was late for me even on a weekend. I knew Brad and Jennifer would be sleeping until close to noon since Brad didn't have a game this weekend. Brad had left his keys on the coffee table so I decided to take his car to the do it yourself car wash and clean his engine to get that out of the way.

I was also trying to avoid seeing Jennifer again, it was like a double edge sword, I wanted desperately to see her but after last nights conversation I knew I would be even more uncomfortable around her. I got back to the house at about 11AM and when I walked into the house I saw Brad wearing only his boxer shorts fiddling with the coffee pot.

"hey Brad, I finished your car" I said rather meekly

"my car? oh ya great, hey could you get this going, you make a lot better coffee than I do" Brad was clearly a bit hung over even so I was hoping for a more entusiatic responce to my cleaning the engine of his car.

"su sure Brad, no problem" I voulanteered

"great, thanks buddy, oh and Jen and I are kinda hungry, do you think you could make some breakfast?" he added as he started walking back to his room.

"ah ya I I guess" I responded, now I was over analyzing everything, did Jennifer put him up to this or was Brad just being Brad.

"thanks Tim, just knock on the door when it's ready, my heads throbbing I gotta lay back down" he said dissapearing into his bedroom.

Manipulated once again, Brad was starting to realize it was pretty easy to get me to do things for him. I wondered if he had even thaught about what he had just done or if it was just starting to come naturally to him. It didn't really matter, I was going to be preparing their breakfast either way.

Eggs, bacon, toast, fresh fruit, orange juice and coffee, I went all out ising up items from the fridge. I then was about to knock on Brad's door but I heard the giggles and laughs of the two of them playfully fondleing each other and thaught better of interupting their fun. It seemed Brad's headache had quckly dissipated.

I put the hot foods into the oven to try to keep it warm. That's just the way I was always thinking about the comforts of others more than myself. It seemed I should just be able to call out breakfast was ready and if they didn't come that was just their tough luck but not me, no I would go out of my way to to keep the food fresh and warm until it was convienant them to come out.

A short while later the soft giggles and laughter I had heard turned to moans of pleasure and the sound of squeeking bed springs, a sound I had heard many times from Brad's room when Jennifer was there. I waited patiently sitting at the table not even eating myself as I was going to wait for them.

It was a good fifteen to twenty minutes before the bed springs went quiet and I gave them another five minutes to relax before knocking on Brad's door.

"yes, what is it" I heard Jennifer's voice sounding rather cheerful

"ah it it's Tim Jennifer, I I just wanted to let you know breakfast is ready" I said still tongue tied when speaking to her even from behind a close door.

"how sweet, ...could you bring it in here, we're sort of worn out" she said with a little giggle in her voice

"ah ya ok I guess" I replied dissapointed, I thaught I was going to be able to sit down with them and have breakfast but apparently I was going to be serving them breakfast in bed and would then sit alone to eat my cold breakfast but of course I couldn't say no to Jennifer.

I pulled out two bed trays and filled their plates for them and placed them on the trays. I carried Jennifer's in first. Damn what a hot looking couple was my first thaught when I opened the door. Both were propped up on pillows waiting for me to serve them.

The room was filled with the smell of sex and both of them had messed up hair but big grins on their attractive faces. My eyes immeadiatelly glanced down the bed as Jennifer had one beautiful leg slightly bent at the knee laying on top of the sheet as did Brad but my eyes focused on Jennifer's perfectly pedicured bare foot.

"uuummm that smells good" Jennifer grinned even wider knowing I was admiring her soft foot.

"ah th thank you Jennifer" what a wimp I was, here I was thanking her for the privledge of serving her breakfast in bed, at least that's the way I saw it.

I pulled my glance from her foot and that's when I saw a good glimpes of her ample pert breasts, she had them partially covered by the sheet but didn't seem too concerned about keeping them covered as the sheet slid down as she adjusted herself preparing for the tray, It might not have bothered her but I began to blush.

She giggled a little seeing my reaction to her bare breasts and decided to tease me a little.

"do you like my tits Tim?" she asked slyly causing me to turn an even deeper shade of red

"I I I was I wasn't I wasn't looking Je Jennifer" I babbled bringing even a chuckle from Brad

"your embarrassing him babe" he said and then place his hand on her right breast giving it a gentle squeeze before pulling the sheet back over them to save me from embarrassment which actually made it more embrrassing because I now knew I looked like a real dweeb in front of my friend.

I wanted to get out of there quickly, I placed the tray across Jennifer's lap all the while she was watching me with that mischievious grin of hers. I was really getting flustered.

"I I I'l get th the other tray" I said meekly trying to rush out of the room, I was in a cold sweat, this was not going well at all.

"hey Tim, could you bring the paper too, I want to check out the scores" Brad said as I was leaving and that's when a potential relationship changing moment took place.

"yes Sir" it just slipped from my lips, I didn't even know I said it until Jennifer made sure to make a big thing out of it.

"what was that Tim! Did you just call Brad Sir?" her words stopped me dead in my tracks,my forehead now developed an actual bead of sweat.

"I I did I?" my voice was sqeeky and I felt like crawling under the bed, why did Jennifer have to make such a big deal out of this, it was a simple slip but Jennifer was going to milk it for all it was worth.

"yes, you did, I think it's kind of cute and sort of fitting with you serving us breakfast in bed and all, what do you think honey?" Jennifer asked Brad as I just stood there feeling like a complete fool.

"I'm sure he was just joking babe" a little look of dissapointment came to Jennifer's face when Brad was looking like he was giving me a way out of the awkwark situation "but I don't mind it" Brad added and Jennifer's dissapointment turned to a big grin again

"you here that Tim, he doesn't mind you addressing him as Sir" she giggled as it was sort of an inside joke between her and me, Brad looked slightly confused by her meaning but at least it was over for now and I continued out of the room.

Now I had done it, I thaught to myself as I got the the paper that I had brought in earlier and put it on his tray. What had been determined, was I suppose to address him as Sir now, I knew Jennifer would prefer it but was that want Brad wanted. He said he didn't mind but what about if I minded, or did that even matter? I couldn't delay any longer, I knew he was waiting for his food, I would just have to play it by ear.

"ah... her here you go ..Sir" both of them grinned widely as I sat the tray across Brad's lap.

I didn't even know I was going to say it myself until it just came out. Probably the only one who expected it was Jennifer, like I had said she knew me better than I knew myself. I'm sure it all came down to my subconsious, I wanted it to be like this, I just couldn't come to admit it because that would make me well, like a freak I guess.

"I think you have yourself a man servant baby" Jennifer giggled while feeding her boyfriend a strawberry from her tray.

"I don't know about that but I could get used to being called Sir" Brad laughed and then sucked down the strawberry and suductivlly licked the juices from Jennifer's slim fingers.

Noticing the two were now caught up in each other I quietlly backed out of the room. The initial rush of confessing my desire to be both of theirs servant was now over. Now I was wondering what I had done, how awkward were things going to be now? Should I continue addressing Brad as Sir? What about at work, I couldn't very well address a person I was in charge of as Sir, could I?

I had to collect my thaughts before this got really out of control and I was too confused to see the two of them any time soon so I decided to slip out of the house for a while. When I returned a few hours later I had mixed emotions when I noticed Brad's car was gone.

In a way I was wishing they were still there but at the same time it was probably good to put this mournings events behind us. This was possibly easier said then done as I went into my bedroom to put my car keys away I found one of those coupons with a note attatched to it on my bed. The note was from Jennifer and why not, it was clear she was pulling all the strings, not only mine but in a way Brad's also. The note read

'Tim our little talk seems to have enlightened you, I couldn't be happier with how things progressed this mourning. I know you are now having second thaughts and are question yourself but it's too late for that. You have started the ball rollling and there is no stopping it now'

After reading the first few lines I was once again in total awe of the beautiful young woman's knowledge and perception. I had to take a deep breath before continuing to read on.

'I don't think these silly little coupons are neccessary anymore but if it makes you feel better here it is. The chore of MY choice, you need to clean up your MASTER"S befroom thoroughly and I do mean thoroughly, vacuum, wash the bedding, dusting and even wash the windows. You might as well do his bathroom again also and while your at it I think it would be a nice touch to do his laundry again and his closet could use some reorganizing, you might even shine some of his shoes since Brandi thinks your so good at it

have fun,
Jennifer

I reread her note several times exspecially her use of capital letters when referring to herself and flat out saying Brad was my Master. I was pretty sure Brad knew nothing of this note it was just another way of Jennifer manipulating me to get what she wanted, Brad was just an unknowledgable accomplice.

If I did this there would be no turning back, who was I fooling, I had already passed the point of no return. Jennifer knew this also in fact I could just imagine she was giggling to herself as she wrote it knowing I would struggle with the decision of what to do. She also knew as I was finding out myself that I could not refuse her instructions.

I entered Brad's room almost in a zombie like state. The young couple had not even bothered to clean up their breakfast dishes, probably Jennifer's idea as Brad was usually pretty good about at least getting his dishes to the sink. I began going about my task all the while telling myself I wasn't going to go overboard, I was just going to do the basics in cleaning up his room but for some unexplainable reason to myself I couldn't stop myself from striving for perfection.

I ended up spending four hours scrubbing, dusting, vacuuming, organizing and even polishing several pairs of Brad's dress shoes. I began towonder if Brad might find it rather strange that I had done this but then I recalled his reaction to the job I had done on his car. He might have thaught of it as weird why someone would go through all the trouble of spending so much time cleaning something that didn't belong to them but it hadn't taken him long to question why I hadn't cleaned the engine.

If anything he would begin to expect such services from me and would no doubt begin setting quality standards. I knew that was part of Jennifer's agenda. After finishing making his bed with the freshly laundered bedding I plopped down on the sofa pretty well beat after another weekend day domestic service.

I was not expecting to here from either of them the rest of the night as I knew they would be out late partying with Jennifer's sister who was coming to visit.


Same Saturday evening, I must have dozed off after spending the better part of the day cleaning Brad's bedroom. The ringing of the phone woke me from my nap on the couch, it was 8PM, I had been asleep for about four hours.

"hello" I answered wiping the sllep from my eyes.

"Tim, we ned a designated driver and you've been elected" it was Jennifer on the line sounding very pert and reved up.

"I I I'm sorry, wh what was that?" I asked not fully understanding what she was (requesting) of me.

"we're going bar hopping and we need a chauffer, that would be you. You'll be driving Brandi's boyfriend's van since it's big enough for all of us. Meet us at the Italain resturant I gave you as a landmark on my previous directions to my apartment. You can take his van to get it washed and vacuumed while we're all eating dinner so you had best shake a leg, see ya"

She hung up without even waiting for a reply after giving me instructions. It didn't matter if I was doing something or had plans myself, I was to drop everything to do her bidding. She was good, she was tightening the leash slowly as she was taking away my freedoms before I could even make sense out of what was happening.

Of course I could still refuse to be her puppet but the temptation was too much. I was getting the oppertunity to see her, Brandi and I had a strong curiosity to see if Jennifer's younger sister was just as dominant and manipulative as her. I quickly washed up and changed clothes and I was on my way.

When I arrived at the resturant I drove around the parking lot looking for a customized van, there were a couple so I assumed one belonged to them. I grew nervous as I walked towards the door, I had a feeling this was going to be embarrassing for me in some way.

The resturant wasn't very big and I saw Jennifer, Brad and Brandi with the two others I had not met yet. I slowly made my way to their table, Brandi was the first to notice me and she locked eyes with me and developed a strange grin, almost like she was lickking her chops dreaming up ways to humiliate me, it caused me to look downward as if I wasn't worthy to look her in the eye.

The waiter had just finished serving their drinks so I assumed they had just arrived. My eyes rose slightly again and I noticed the girl next to Jennifer. The girl who I knew was twentyone had blonde hair not the dar hair of Jennifer and was perhaps an inch or two taller than Jennifer and every bit as attractive and fit.

"is that our chauffer?" the blonde girl smirked, she spoke in a tone that told me right away she was every bit as arrogant and wise as her sister, she already had me blushing and feeling inferior to her.

"yes, yes it is Amber, Tim this is my sister Amber and Brandi's boyfriend Dan" Jennifer interduced me to the two I hadn't met, so far this wasn't too bad as I said hello to her sister and the twentyfour or twentyfive year old blonde haired guy with Brandi.

"here you go dude, it sure does need a good cleaning, it's the blue one with a sun roof" Dan said holding out the keys to his van, I guess everyone knew what I was there for and I guess I wasn't going to get a chance to get something to eat.

"make sure you do a good job on the wheels houseboy, they look really sharp when there clean" Brandi said quite loudly and I thaught I was going to die. The four others chuckled and I turned beet red.

"su sure Brandi" I somehow managed to meekly reply and turned to make a beeline out of there with the sound of their laughter following me out, this was going to be a long uncomfortable night.

I could go on and talk about how any normal person would have just split but by now it should be very clear that wasn't going to happen. There was a self service car wash across the street from the resturant, I found Dan's van and spent the next forty minutes washing and vacuuming it while they ate a leisurely dinner before going out for a night on the town.

When the van and yes the wheels were thoroughly clean I drove back across the street and found a spot near the entrance. It was only minutes before the door to the resturant opened and the five of them emerged. I thaught I was doing the right thing by pulling up to the door so they wouldn't have to walk and in a way I was except I was quickly informed I had not taken the next step.

I noticed Brad was about to open the side door before Jennifer snatched his hand away.

"hey dumbass! Get out here and open these doors, I told you you were the chauffer tonight!" Jennifer ranted, she did not sound happy.

I frantically tried to hop out of the drivers seat forgetting I had my seatbelt on and I'm sure I looked rediculous fidgiting with the straps in a panic to get out.

"sor sorry Mist ah Miss" I nearly refered to her as Mistress in my paniced state but somehow caught myself and turned it to Miss, it amused her and her sister all the same as both grinned.

I opened the door red faced once again, the van was nicely customized with four swivel captains chairs in the back along with the passenger swivel chair. There was also a huge cooler, a 15" LCD TV and an awesome sound system. The ladies stepped in first and then Brad and Dan.

Dan took the passanger seat but turned his chair towards the back. The group decided on adance club for their first stop and before I was even out of the parking lot beers and wine coolers were being passed around from the cooler. The trip to the first stop was fairly uneventful for me although Brandi who was seated behind me was having a little fun with my foot fetish.

She was wearing white strappy high heeled sandals and she decided my left armrest was reserved for her footrest so everytime I tried to rest my arm on it she would slide her foot up and push my arm off. I placed my arm on it puposely a few times just to get a peek at her sexy red polished toes and she knew this and played the old no pleasure without pain game by jabbing me fairly hard in the arm with her heel after allowing me a few moments too gaze upon her toes.

When I arrived at the club of their choosing I began looking for a spot up front so we wouldn't have to walk far.

"what are you doing idiot?" Jennifer demanded of me interupting her conversation with the others.

"I I I'm looking for a spot" I tried to explain while begining to blush nervously. It was embarrassing to be talked to in this manner exspecially in front of the others.

"drop us off in front fool" Jennifer then ordered

"good help is hard to find, huh s*s" Jennifer's sister Amber chuckled sarcasicly.

"ain't that the truth" Jennifer chuckled back making me feel even smaller.

"I think houseboy thaught he was comming in with us" Brandi snickered.

"is that what you thaught houseboy?... buzzzzz, wrong, I told you we needed a chauffer, your going to sit out here with your cell phone so we can call you when were ready to go and you can pick us up right here at the front door" Jennifer mocked me, now making me feel really small.

"you also need to clean up these empties while your waiting...houseboy" Amber chimed in with a smirk after downing the last sip of her wine cooler and handing me the empty bottle on her way out of the van as I now stood at the side door holding it open for them all to get out.

"man, you girls are cruel" Dan joked as he stept out noticing my embarrassment after each of the ladies had belittled me.

"that's right baby, so you had better stay on my good side" Brandi joked back with him wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a kiss.

The five of them walked to the doors leaving me wallowing in my self pitty. I drove the van to the back of the parking lot where I found a trash can to throw away their empty bottles. I was really feeling foolish as I then sat in the drivers seat holding my cell phone waiting on their call.

Other than the few moments of being able to look at Brandi's sexy toes I wasn't even finding this treatment arousing, it was more so bringing back bad memories of my highschool days when the jocks and popular k**s use to torment and tease me as well as the other losers. It had been a long time since those memories had come back and now I was suffering at the hands of these people some twenty years younger than me.

It had only been about thirty minutes when my phone rang.

"hel helllo?" I answered tenativelly not knowing what to expect.

"we're ready to go, meet us at the door pronto!" came Jennifer's order which I heard quite clearly even over the backround loud dance music and loud crowd.

I quickly started the van and headed towards the door. She had said pronto but there I sat for a good ten minutes having to convice the valet parking staff that I was just waiting to pick up some friends. Just before the attendent was comming back to yell at me again the five of them walked out the door.

I jumped out of the van and opened the van doors as the confused valet attendent looked on. The group entered the van changing seats this time it was Jennifer's sister sitting in the passenger seat. Once again drinks were passed out from the cooler and the next thing I felt was a slap to the back of my head from Brandi who was once again seated behind me.

"next time have our drinks ready for us houseboy" she demanded seriously and then giggled

"su sure ok Brandi"

"that's Miss Brandi to you houseboy!" Brandi demanded respect while slapping my head a second time bringing snickers from Amber seated across from me.

"o ok Miss Brandi" I quickly submitted to her not wanting any confrontation while rubbing the back of my head which she had slapped fairly hard.

I was finally back on the road again after being given instructions for their next destination which was a club that had a live band. I was left alone for about five minutes as they all talked amongst themselves except for Amber. I was sensing her staring at me as if she was studying me, it was making me feel self consious and nervous.

I was doing my best to ignore her but she was going to have none of that as she spun her seat and then placed her open toed high heeled pumps on my armrest. Of course she knew I was powerless to ignore her now, there was no way I would pass on the oppertunity to take several glances of her perfectly pedicured toes only inches from my line of sight.

Brandi must have noticed what Amber was doing because she now went back to resting her foot on my other armrest. I was in ectasy and agony at the same time. I wanted despratelly to gaze upon the beautiful feet on either side of me but I had to keep my eyes on the road.

"keep your eyes on the road" Amber sternly warned me although at the same time she reclined in her seat stretching her limber legs out further and now her feet crossed at the ankles rested just above my lap.

It was entirely possible that Jennifer's younger sister was even more evil than her. If this wasn't uncomfortable enough for me I was beginning to pop a boner and I couldn't even reach down to adjust my pants without touching her feet, oh the agony of being a wimp.

I think Brad and Dan felt a little sorry for me but they said nothing, the ladies were in control of the situation and they were probably getting some amusement out of watching me squirm in my seat. Amber now began to casually twirl her ankles like she had no idea what her feet were doing to me, but she knew, I was positive she was just as knowledgable on what made me tick as her sister was.

"Tim! What the hell are you doing! You just past the entrance" Jennifer yelled at me from the back.

"I I I'm sor sorry Jen Miss Jennifer" I babbled meekly.

Amber giggled, amused by how quickly I got flustered. "not mch of a chauffer is he" she then said which everyone thaught was mildly amusing.

I managed to get the van turned around and pulled into the lot too the front door. I still had Amber's feet hanging over my lap and Brandi's foot on my other armrest preventing me from getting out to open the side doors.I was about to gently move Amber's feet so I could get out.

"don't touch me asshole! Say please and maybe I'll move them" the young blonde shocked me with her tone amonst giggles from the other two ladies in the van.

"pl please, please Miss Amber, I I need to get out" I tried to keep my pleas in a low voice hoping the others wouldn't hear me begging but at the same time I feared Jennifer would grow impatient about having to wait for me to open the door.

"say pretty please" Amber giggled now toying with me.

"ah pre pretty please Am Miss Amber" I was feeling like such a fool and I didn't want this humiliation to continue so my only solution in my mind was to please the temptress with my pleas.

"good boy, now that wasn't so hard was it?" Amber grinned removig her feet from the armrest.

Totally embarrased I turned to get out forgetting Brandi's foot was still on my other armrest.

"say please houseboy" Brandi laughed from behind me when I had stopped just before touching her foot.

"please Miss Brandi" I spoke this time without a studder as I was getting frustrated.

"kiss it" I wasn't sure I had just heard her say that or if I just imagined it.

"wh what?" I asked

"kiss my foot and I'll move it" Brandi said in a no nonsence tone

"co come come on Brandi" I foolishly tried to put a stop to their torment

"just do it Tim, I want to get the fuck out of this van!" Jennifer loudly demanded

For some reason I really feared Jennifer, exspecially when she raised her voice. I quick leaned down and planted a quick kiss to Brandi's soft dark skin bringing a giggle to her and Amber. Brandi did then remove her foot. It was something I had dreamed about doing from the first time I had met her and the only reason I didn't find it highly erotic was due to the situation I was in but the truth be known I could have kissed her delicate foot for an hour, it was every bit as soft and smoooth as I had imagined.

I somehow managed to step out of the van boner and all and gingerly walked to the passenger side to open the doors. The three ladies exited first each displaying a superior smirk then Dan and finally Brad shaking his head and giving me a look that told me if he had any respect left for me it was all but gone now.

"make sure you perform your clean up duties Tim" Jennifer said with a giggle after Brad caught up with her putting his arm around her.

I meekly lowered my eyes, in one way being dominated and humiliated by these three beautiful young ladies was a dream come true but having it happen before Brad and to a lesser exten Dan made it more drgradating. I once again parked the van away from most of the othe cars in the lot and through out their empty bottles.

Minutes seemed like hours as I sat by myself in the drivers seat. I was wondering what my relationship with Brad was going to be like now, how could I ever imagine I could take any position of authority with him now. Maybe this night would just be forgotten and life would go on as normal, at least that was what I was telling myself but that look he had given me kept comming back into my head.

My thaughts were interuptted by the ringing of my cell phone, I looked at my watch, they had only been in there for twenty minutes, could they be ready to leave already?

"h hello?"

"I need a pack of Marlboro cigarettes, find a store, get them and bring them into the club, and make it snappy" it was Amber's voice and she didn't even give me a chance to get a question in, so now I was an errand boy in addition to being the chauffer and all around fool.

I could just refuse and make a stand and I thaught about it for a moment or two but I knew I would be no match for her exspecially with the other two women on her side when she would call back in several minutes to find out I had not obeyed her order.

Two minutes later I was standing before the cashier at the convienace store across the street purchasing a pack of Marlboro's. That was $3.50 I knew I would never see again and then it was another $7 cover charge I had to pay so I could deliver them.

The club was crowded but not jammed as I began to search Amber. The crowd was generally in their twenties and thirties but there was a mixture of forty and fifty year olds also but I was pretty sure I was the only wimp errand boy in the club as everyone else seemed to be having a great time and the band was really good.

I then noticed Amber at a table in the back corner. She was sitting on the lap of a good looking guy her arms wrapped around his neck and the two were doing some heavy necking. Another decision, what was I to do now, wait for them to stop and risk the embarrassment of being yelled at in the club for taking so long or go ahead and just drop the cigarettes on the table and high tail it out of there.

I chose the latter and thaught I was going to get away with my plan but just as I was about to lay the cigarettes on the table Amber noticed me and broke her lip lock from the guy who's lap she was sitting on.

"it's about time" she sneared at me

"sor sorry, I I didn't know you smoked" I replied saying the first thing that came to my mind

"I don't, cigarettes anyways, there for Mitch" she grinned and hugged the guy she had been tongue swapping with, Mitch I persumed.

For some reason this made me more angry, not only was I her errand boy but I had just spent my own money to buy cigarettes for a guy she picked up in a bar. The arrogant bastard just smirked at me, it was of no concern what kind of a wimp I was he just wanted to get into Amber's pants and he was doing a good job of it.

"oh" was all I could think of to say and I should have just turned and got out right then but I foolishly stood there for a few seconds after they began kissing again.

"hey houseboy, why don't you fetch us another round of drinks, the waitress takes forever to get to us" it was the voice of Brandi standing behind me as she and Dan just came off the dance floor.

My face turned beet red and I looked around to see how many people just heard her adress me as houseboy, I breathed a quick sigh of releif to find no one else in the area. Brandi and Dan had now sat down and the next thing I heard was Brandi's fingers snapping several times in front of my face to get my attention.

"drinks boy, now!" she commanded more forcefully.

"ah ya yes sure" I quickly caved which was becomming customary.

I turned to leave but realized I didn't even know what they all were drinking.

"ah wh what are you drinking?" I asked Brandi who was trying to hide her grin with a look of annoyance at my not knowing what they all wanted.

"Jen and I are drinking cosmopolitans, Brad and Dan are sticking with beer an" Brandi began and then Amber finished "a screwdriver for me, and another Sam Adams for Mitch" I again turned to leave growing more angry by the second more with myself than anything when Amber's boytoy spoke up.

"hey, get me a book of matches also, I seem to have lost my matches" how arrogant, the guy certainly caught on quick to what was happening here and if some wimp, me, was willing to be used this way why should he bother getting his own damn matches.

I didn't even respond and was about to take another step.

"Tim!" Amber yelled

"what!" I raised my voice back to her my anger coming out for the first time which obviously did not sit well with her or Brandi.

"don't you dare raise your voice to her!" Brandi warned me

"your damn right he better not give me any shit or I'll kick his scrawny ass" Amber's voice now lowered but the threat was serious none the less and the truth was she could fairly easily whip me as I knew from a conversation Jennifer had that I overheard that she was going for her karate black belt.

"I I'm sor I'm sorry Amber" I meekly backed down

"isn't it Miss Amber?" Brandi corrected me.

"ah yes sure, I'm sorry Miss Amber wh what was it you wanted?." as humiliating as it was I was broke and there was no denying it.

"that's better, did you here Mitch?" Amber once again had that superior grin on her pretty face.

"ye yes I heard, he needs matches" I replied again in a meek embarrassed tone

"well then you need to give some kind of acknowledgement that you heard, now after you fetch our drinks you can go back to the store and buy him a lighter and no cheap bic either, in the meantime get some matches" Amber now knew I was totally broken and would comply with most any demand.

"sur sure Miss Amber" I spoke even softer my head hung low.

"what a fucking wimp" I heard Mitch say to the others when I was several steps away and all of them laughed in agreement, I did not like that arrogant asshole but there was nothing I could do about it.

I had to fight the crowd at the bar and then dished out about thirty bucks for the drinks and had to make two trips to get them all back to the table. Jennifer and Brad were still on the dance floor thankfully, at least I saved some face that Brad had not witnessed my humiliation this time anyways.

Amber and her boytoy had gone to the bathroom as did Brandi leaving only Dan at the table. He had no idea on how to react to me so he just ignored me so I left after setting down the last of the drinks. The door guy stamped my hand on the way out so at least I wouldn't have to pay another cover charge to deliver the lighter.

I cussed at myself to whole walk to the convienance store, if I had just kept my mouth shut and kindly answered Amber's stud I wouldn't have to go back in there, my duty would have been done and I could be back in the van sulking about my miserble life and remembering the pleasure of placing my lips on Brandi's awesome foot.

I looked at the assortment of lighters, no cheap bic, that was Amber's order, I found one of those butane ones for $24.95 and another $3 for the butane. Back to the bar I went. Now all six of them were at the table.

"well speak of the devil, are there going to be anymore outbursts from you Tim?" Jennifer smirked obviously she and Brad had just been told of my earlier visit.

"n no Miss Jennifer, I I'm alright now" I replied turning red faced once again. I then handed the lighter I had just bought to Mitch but Amber snagged it first to make sure it wasn't a chaep one.

"nice, good job Tim" Amber said after inspecting the lighter, I had filled it with butane outside.

"ya, it'll do nicely" Mitch agreed with her as he flicked it a few times to make sure it worked.

"thanks" I replied, thanking them for the privledge of buying a nice lighter for someone I didn't even know or like at this point.

"Tim, it's been a rough night for you, we all decided you can take Dan's van home, Mitch is going to drive us all to Jen and Brandi's, you can bring the van over in the mourning, but not too early" it was Brad who was speaking which kind of surprised me.

"I I'm alright Bra ah Sir" what was I crazy,

I was being given a repreive from my humiliating evening and my reaction was as if I wanted this to continue. I kept denying it but several things I had only fantasized about came true tonight, it wasn't all pleasureable in fact I did get angry a few times but I didn't want to give it up. Then again maybe it was just nice to get out of the house on a weekend night, it sure beat sitting home all by myself.

"It's not like were sending you home because we don't need you Tim. We're just through with you for tonight but you still have a chores to do, Dan want his van washed waxed and detailed." Jennifer added, possibly noticing I was in a way still eager to serve.

"ya, Brad says you do an awesome job" Dan chimed in.

It seemed Brad and Dan were becomming much morre comfortable with the way the girls were using me.

"that's all Tim, Go away, your dismissed" Jennifer finished it off shuing me away like I was a common servant.


When I had arrived home from the club it was about midnight. This was well past my normal bedtime but I was still wound up from the nights events and would never be able to sleep. I can't deny the first thing I did was head to my bathroom to run a batch with the vivid memories of Amber's feet dangling above my lap and of course my dream come true of kissing Brandi's gorgous foot. It was quite possibly the most memorable masturbation session of my life, oh the simple pleasures of a wimp.

Still having some excess energy I was tempted to get started on cleaning out Dan's van but thaught better of it worried about what the neighbors might think if they saw me cleaning a van at 1AM. I decided instead to try to get some sleep. I tossed and turned for hours as my mind went from the pleasurable thaughts of the evening to the frightening facts of reality.

Surely my relationship with Brad had changed forever, at least for me, how could I ever expect him to show me any respect after he saw me humilated, degraded and dominated by his girlfriend, her sister and her friend. Eventually I did fall asleep and had some fantastic vivid dreams on what the future might hold for me.

When I awoke I began to think that maybe it all had been dream. Maybe nothing had happened last night but then I saw Dan's keys laying on my dresser and reality sunk in once again. This was a very difficult time for me, on one hand I wanted what happened last night to continue but then my other side of my brain would tell me that was sick and perverted and no one would want such a thing.

I struggled with my thaughts the whole time I was washing, waxing, polishing and vacuuming Dan's van. I would tell myself this was the last thing I would do for them even though I knew it wasn't true it still made me feel like I had some control of the situation.

Of course in reality I had no control, I was a mere puppet and mainly Jennifer held the strings and she could make me dance at will. She knew it, Brad and Dan probably knew it, Brandi and Amber knew it and as much as I tried to deny it, I knew it.

As with Brads car I got so caught up in my mind struggle which for some reason made me work feriously and by 11AM Dan's van was glistening inside and out. I'm sure he was going to be happy which seemed to be what my life was all about now, making Brad happy, making Jennifer happy and now making Dan happy.

I had to hurry to take a shower to wash the heavy sweat and filth off my body to get to Jennifer's and Brandi's apartment as Brad had ordered. They hadn't called me yet so it was possible they hadn't even gotten out of bed. I now knew I could expect some kind of humiliation when I got there but I grew nervous none the less as I got close.

I in no way was prepared for what I saw when the door to the ladies apartment was opened. After a male voice I did not recognize asked who I was on the intercom a few seconds went bye and the door opened. My eyes opened wide in shock when I saw a guy close to my age wearing only a jock strap.

The word 'ATM SLUT' was written on his clean shaved chest in red lipstick. Some of the letters were smudged by what looked like tiny spit balls. There were also several spitballs in his hair and stuck to various places on his face.

"hello Sir, please come in" the man said meekly, clearly embarrassed, a feeling I knew all too well.

"you don't need to call him Sir slut, he's just like you" I heard Brandi laugh.

She along with Amber, Dan and the guy Amber met last night Mitch were seated on the sofa, all of them were wear swimwear.

"get your ass back here slut, the games not over and it's my turn" Amber ordered the man who opened the door.

"yes Mistress" the man replied and quickly turned to head back to them.

My jaw dropped again when the man turned and I noticd what looked like fairly fresh thin red stripes on the man's pale flabby ass cheeks.

"close that door houseboy and lock it!" Brandi ordered breaking me out of my stunned exspression as I looked on at the bizaare scene.

I closed the door and locked it and turned my attention back to what was happening. None of the seated people were at all interested in me as they turned their attention turned back to the freakish looking guy who let me in.

I guess I was the only one shocked to see the guy take a kneeling position on the carpet about ten feet in front of the seated dominants. There appeared to be a couple dozen spitballs on the floor and on the wall near where the guy was kneeling. Something told me none of the people seated comfortably on the plush sofa were going to be cleaning up that mess. Stacks of $1, $5 and $20 bills were neatly piled in front of him.

"wipe slut, I want a clean target" Amber ordered with an amused giggle.

The guy raised his hand and wiped the spitballs off that were stuck to his face and then once again placed his hands behind his back and knealt at rigid attention.

"open wide, I want the big bucks" Amber giggled again and her human target stretched his mouth open.

I watched in awe as Amber then wadded up a peice of paper and stuck it in her mouth allowing her saliva to get it good and wet and then produced a long straw and took carefull aim before inhaling and with a great deal of force she blew the small spitball through the straw and it flew through air in a straight line before making a splat sound as it landed and stuck to her targets chin just below his lower lip.

The seated group laughed and applauded but Amber wasn't happy.

"you stupid slut! you moved or I would have had a bullseye! get over with my prize!" she pretended to be furious but it wasn't hard to tell she was really enjoying herself.

Her target didn't think she was k**ding though as he genuinely looked frightened as he picked up $5 bill and crawled towards Amber. I was finding this little game very erotic and was developing a boner which was making standing there very uncomfortable.

I was feeling sorry for the poor smuck but at the same time I was secretly wishing it was me on the recieving end of the spitballs, wierd huh? I'm quite sure none of those seated wanted to change places with him I guess that was the difference between them and me and the freak.

Amber snatched the $5 bill from him and stuck it with others she had apparently won and then grabbed a mean looking riding crop from the table that I had not noticed until now.

"now your punishment for moving slut" she grinned cruely as she ran the crop through her finely manicured fingers.

I could see the fear in the mans eyes although he looked excited at the same time. I had not seen him flinch in the slightest but not unlike me he was not about to question the young blonde vixen, if Amber said he moved then he moved.

The man spun around placing his forehead to the floor and his ass high giving Amber a nice easy target.

"make it hurt Amber" Brandi coaxed Amber on laughing, they were having a great time with the game they invented.

"oh I plan too, baby would make sure he keeps his head down?" Amber asked her bar stud seductively and first the two exchanged a passionate kiss as the older man trembled before their feet.

"no problem sweetie" Mitch said when their kiss ended and then he stood up and then placed his bare foot on the back of the guys head and pressed down with much more force then I beleive the guy expected whos face smashed to the carpet with a whimper.

Of the three guys, him Brad and Dan it was him I thaught the most cocky and was the most frightened of. To add further insult Mitch then grinded his foot as if crushing out a cigarette wiched forced the guy beneath him to have to turn his head to keep his nose from being broken.

Mitch found this amusing as he chuckled as did Brandi and Dan. Dan the guy I thaught wasn't really into this stuff was having a great time watching this older man suffer before him. Mitch continued twisting his foot which had to be giving the guy beneath his foot rug burn on his cheek.

Finally Amber raised the crop and brought it down with a fair amount of force as it made a frightening sound when it mt the pinned mans ass. The whipped man let out a yelp as the red stripe where she had hit formed instantly.

"quiet wimp! your such a pansy" Mitch laughed pushing down even harder pratically distorting the guys face.

"hit him again Amber" Dan was now cheering her on as he and Brandi now engaged in a passionate kiss obviously excited by the torment of the poor fool.

Amber obliged bringing the crop down not once but twice more before tossing it back onto the end table.

"thank us slut" she then ordered the wimpering mess who had fell flat to the floor after the third smack. Mitch gave the guy a final jab to the side with his foot and then plopped back down on the sofa next to Amber and the two again kissed.

It took several seconds before the beaten man pushed himself back up onto his hands and knees and then he began to smother both Amber's and Mitch's bare feet with kisses.

"Thank you Mistress, thank you Master, I'm sorry I moved and caused you to miss Mistress" the guy blubbered between kisses to the couples feet.

The three fresh stripes on his ass now began to blend in with the other six or seven he had been issued before I arrived. The side of his face was red from the grinding he had received under Mitch's foot.

Amber and Mitch continued to make out almost oblivious to the groveling mess at their feet although they would ocassionally angle their feet so their soles could receive some of the man's devoted kisses.

"Houseboy! What the hell are you doing!" Brandi's yell startled me

Oh no, I didn't even realize I was doing it, I had become so excited I was feverishly rubbing my now fully erect penis through my pants. My face turned bright red, a bead of sweat quickly formed on my forehead. There was not a rock in the world big enough for me to crawl under.

Brandi's yell and the subsequent laughter of all four of them was an instant erection killer as my hardon went almost instantly limp..

"I I ah I" I had no idea what to say and was just stuttering away in total shame

"enough slut! get back in position" Amber gave a none to gentle shove with her foot to the face of the man how had been kissing her feet sending him reeling backwards.

The man instantly got up and went back to his target position at rigid attention. The group on the sofa now turned their attention to me.

"So what do you think you were doing houseboy?" Brandi again asked me although now in a much calmer voice but no less embarrassing for me.

"I I I'm sorry Mistress" I obviously still had no idea what to say and addressing her as Mistress just seemed fitting at this point.

"So it's Mistress now is it, do you think you've earned the right to call me Mistress?"

What kind of a question was that? I was showing her the utmost respect and she was asking if I earned that right. It was a mind game, they were playing mind games with me and I was no match for their wit.

"I I I don't I don't understand Mistress" I began to tremble, my knees were growing weak, I was tempted to fall to my knees before them, wouldn't that be more fitting?

The four young superior faces all stared at me with amused looks, they were really enjoying watching me squirm and now no one spoke for a minute or so which seemed like an eternity to me.

The uncomfortable silence was then broken when Jennifer nd Brad walked out of her bedroom. Jennifer was wearing only a soft cotton robe and Brad was in his boxer shorts. Could this get any worse, I still had some remote thaught that I could save face with Brad, surely this would destroy that for ever.

"what's going on here?" Jennifer asked in a quisical amused voice

"ah hi hi Jennifer" I I tried to make her beleive nothing was happening

"shut up wimp! No one told you to speak" it was Dan who once again stunned me in his dominant mode.

I knew I was in deep shit now, even Brad smiled after Dan put me in my place then he took a seat on the oversized recliner adjacent to the four on the sofa. Jennifer in the meantime sautered over to the kneeling human target. The man began to tremble as she got closer obviously like me totally intimidated by the gorgous vixen.

Jennifer grabbed his hair and yanked his head backwards and then spat into his open mouth and then just as casually let his hair go and stuck out her hand. The man swallowed her saliva and then instantly grabbed a $20 bill from the stack and layed it in Jennifer's hand.

"thank you Mistress" the man said as he handed her the money.

Jennifer responded by giving the mans face a fairly hard open hand slap. "your welcome slut" she grinned and then seductively walked right past me with a stare that caused me to lower my eyes as if I was not worthy to look upon her beauty.

Another problem, my penis was once again beginning to harden, not now I prayed to myself as Jennifer continued her walk and she then took a seat on Brad's lap wrapping her arms around his neck and the two kissed.

This was like the twighlight zone, I had walked into a different world and I didn't think I was going to get out, I'm not sure I even wanted to get out even if I could.

"The old farts getting a boner again" this time it was Mitch who brought it to everyones attention as it was clearly visable in my slacks and this time it did not shrink like before.

I again felt the blood rush to my face and I knew I was glowing red again but there was nothing I could do.

"let us see it Tim" Jennifer stated with a sligh grin

"wh wh what!" I asked shocked by her demand

"pull your pants down and let us see your little weenie" Jennifer did not raise her voice but she was ordering it in a firm no nonsense tone and even though she had no idea on the size of my penis by referring to it as a little weenie just made me beleive it was inferior to every other mans.

"do it, you know you want to" Brandi commanded firmly although not really raising her voice either.

I did want to, that was the pitiful truth, I wanted and craved the humiliation but I was still struggling with what society considered normal and this most definitlly was not normal.

"pl plea please no Miss" I now had tears in my eyes as I begged to be spared the humiliation.

"whatever Tim, then just leave then....who's turn is it" Jennifer was good, she spoke to me like she could care a less, if I didn't want to play by her rules then I wasn't going to play at all.

She knew I didn't want to leave, she knew I wanted to submit and she was going to make me do it on my own, a true dominant. I just stood there dumbfounded as the others took their que from her and turned their attention back to the human spitball target kneeling before them.

"I beleive it's Mitch's turn" Brandi said

"cool, ok turdball open wide" Mitch ordered the kneeling man as he picked up his shooting tube and began wading up a paper ball with his saliva.

"wider!" Mitch demanded, the guy already looked ridiculous with his mouth stretched open to the max but he tried to open even further.

"I I'll do it!" I blurted out feeling very left out all of a sudden.

The girls chuckled lightly and everyone looked at me again and I was instantly having second thaughts. Why didn't I just leave when I was given the chance.

"you'll do what? and how dare you interupt Mitch in the middle of his shot" Jennifer scolded me

"keep that mouth open slut!" Amber then ordered the target who had begun relaxing his jaw due to my interuption. I'm sure that poor schmuk was not at all happy with me at the moment as he stretched his mouth open again.

"I I'm sorry Mistress, I I just meant I'll pull my pants down" I practically whispered not beleiving myself I was saying it.

"is that so, ..well first you better get you ass over to Mitch and beg his forgiveness for interupting him and then you can just wait until we decide if your even worth our time" Jennifer spoke quite clearly and I noticed the smirk on Brad's face. He was not as nieve as I once thaught.

I gave into my desires knowing I would not get a third chance and fell to the floor and crawled to the sofa amongst several chuckles.

"please forgive me Master Mitch" I humbly spoke softly and kissed the top of his masculine foot.

Whew, what an odor, he apparently had not showed yet after spending last night when his feet were in cowboy boots. I noticed bits of white sock lint still in between his toes. I can't beleive that other guy had spent so long kissing his feet only minutes ago.

"I'll think about it, just keep kissing wimp and you had better not fuck up my shot" the arrogant asshole told me and then his feet went flat on the floor as he took aim with his tube.

As aufull as it was I pressed my lips back to his toes and a few seconds later I heard the woosh sound of the spitball being fired out of his tube.

"awww, so close" came the sound from the gallery as his shot missed slightly high and was stuck on the tip of the nose of his target.

"that was your fault asshole!" Mitch grunted raising the foot I wasn't kissing and bringing it down hard on the back of my head.

"sor sorry Master" I responded and out of fear I began to kiss his smelly foot more feverishly. Now I knew why the other guy had kissed his smelly feet for so long, it was out of fear.

"I don't think sorry cuts it baby, I think houseboy needs a taste of the crop" Amber giggled as she snuggled up to her new boyfriend.

"uh oh, somebodys gonna get his ass whipped" it was Brad getting into the action, the guy I thaught was my friend.

"now would be a good time to pull those pants down Tim" Jennifer then added and giggles, laughter and chuckles could clearly be heard from the others.

"ye yes Mistress" I muffled out as I didn't dare stop kissing Mitch's feet, I'm not sure why but at this point I beleive it was out of fear of him.

I was not looking foreward too or excited about being hit with that evil looking crop, pain was not something I was into but what I was or wasn't into didn't really seem to matter much. I even kept kissing his toes as I undid my belt and lowered my pants.

"loser, get back in place" I heard Mitch order the target as the guy had crawled over to give Mitch his $5 prize I guess it was $5 when you got close to the mouth, I wasn't sure of all the rules yet but they were probably changed on a whim anyways.

"these too houseboy" Amber giggled and I felt her silky smooth bare toes on my back and then they slid under the elastic band of my underware as she lifted them and then let them snap back down. I can't say it was pain but it smarted when they snapped back and the laughter from the others told me they found it amusing the way I jumped a bit.

"would you mind holding him down?" Mitch ask Amber

"It'll be my pleasure baby" Amber replied and of course there was another passionate kiss.

"up horsey, on your hands and knees" Amber ordered in a joyfull voice and nudged me into position with her foot.

This was different, how were they going to do this I wondered as I was now on my hands and knees facing away from them. Amber then straddled me and plopped her bikini clad ass down on my back backwards.

"hit him good baby, I want to feel his pain on my pussy" Amber giggled and everyone laughed

I was growing more worried by the second. I then felt Amber lean over and pick up something off the end table and then I felt what was lipstick drawing a circle on my ass.

"there's your target baby" again laughter errupted and next she reached back and cupped her hand under my chin pulling my head back where she could turn her head and look,at me while with her other hand she held back her silky blonde hair.

"now when my lover smaks you I want to feel your hips move and make my pussy feel real good, you here me boy?"

"ye yes Mistress" I said as best I could as she was pulling on my face quite hard

"you never cease to amaze me girl" Brandi laughed

"well if I thaught he was worthy I'd be riding him bareback and I wouldn't be wearing these bikini bottoms" Amber replied letting go of my chin.

I don't know if I could handle that, I was already in extasy even with my shirt on and her bikini on, just having this petite gorgous blonde straddling my back was the closet thing to sex with a woman I had had in a long time but I was still worried about being hit with that crop, I had no idea how much it would hurt and now I had the additional responsibility to move my hips to provide Amber pleasure.

"ok baby let her rip!" Amber was ready to start and my body tensed to get ready for the impending blow.

I could swear it was like slow motion as the whoosh sound of the crop traveling through the air seemed like minutes until it came to a sudden stop on my ass, I heard the smack and a spit second later I felt my ass had been set on fire.

"yeow!" I yelped and I didn't even have to remember to girate my hips as it happened automatically and Amber began rubbing up and down my back taking full advantage of her sex ride.

"good baby but I need another" she kind of whimpered, I really think she was about to orgasam on my back.

I had not nearly recovered as Mitch brought the crop down three more times to please girlfriend. I couldn't take it anymore and collapsed onto the floor balling like a baby. Amber fell on top of me but quickly stood up and stepped on my back.

"come on baby, I'm sooo hot" she was still highly aroused and she jumped up into Mitch's arms as the crop fell onto my back. Mitch carried her to to the bedroom as Amber had her sexy legs straddled around his waist.

The other four applauded them as they left as I remained in tears on the floor. I had never felt so much pain, I knew I had several healthy welts forming on my ass and it might be awile before I sat down again.

"well, I guess it's my turn, let's move over to get a better shot honey" I heard Jennifer say after the four of them talked about what an awesome show Amber and Mitch had just put on.

None of them seemed the least concerned about me. The pain was subsiding but I still remained face down on the carpet. I felt their feet nudge me out of the way some as they took the seats that Amber and Mitch were in. I then felt a pair of heels on the middle of my back.

"this isn't very comfortable, raise footstool" it was Brad's voice.

Good old Brad, my buddy, my friend, or so I thaught, at the moment he wasn't thinking of me as a friend, hell he wasn't even thinking of me as human. I was his footstool and as if I had a remote control he was adjusting me to his comfort level.

"come on, up footstool" he ordered again now using the top of his foot underneath me to begin pushing me up.

When I began raising back up to my hands and knees his feet recrossed on my back and when I got about half way extended his heel dug into the small of my back.

"stop! that's good" he chuckled and then leaned back into the sofa very comfortable with his position.

I was not comfortable at all being only halfway up and the weight of his strong legs and feet resting on my back.

"he may have more uses than we thaught" Brandi remarked apparently referring to me.

"ok Jen, we havn't had a bullseye yet" Dan then remarked as Jennifer began getting her spitball ready.

"we'll just see about that" Jennifer chuckled obviously up for the challange as once again all attention was back on their bizarre game.

It was like I was just a piece of furniture, Brad rubbed the sole of his foot on my hair to scratch an itch and then recrossed his ankles in the middle of my back.

"come on sweetie there's still a pile of money there, if you get hot it's steak and lobster tonight" Brad was building up Jennifer as she began taking aim.

From my position as awkward as it was I had a good view of their target, I also had a good view of Jennifer's bare perfectly pedicured feet and it was hard to choose which to look at, so I gazed upon her feet until I heard her take a deep breath meaning she was getting ready to fire.

"wide and still slut" I heard Amber say as she was apparently ready to shoot

I looked at the target, he was not even breathing as he waited on her spitball. Then Jennifer breathed in and 'fuuup' the tiny ball of spit sealed paper flew some ten feet as straight as an arrow and made no sound as it was a perfect shot through the targets open mouth causing a slight cough and then the man swallowed it down.

"All right! Way to go baby!" Brad was excited and his feet were bouncing on my back as he leaned over to give Jennifer a big hug and a kiss.

Brandi and Dan applauded her shot also and her came ATM slut with a crisp $20 bill to present to Jennifer.

"why thank you slut" Jennifer giggled and as she had done when she had spit directly into his mouth she delivered a crisp open hand slap to sluts face sending him back to his position.

When I left off I had recently had my butt blistered by Mitch while Amber sat upon my back. This had gotten them so sexually aroused that they retreated to the bedrom for some hot and heavy screwing. In the meantime I received no sympathy while laying on the carpet crying in obvious pain, instead after my tears dryed up I was promptly turned into an adjustable footstool for my former freind Brad to rest his bare feet upon.

The most bizarre game I had ever seen continued with Jennifer shooting a picture perfect spitball into the open mouth of her human target which earned her a crisp $20 bill which she placed with her other $20 bill for simply spitting into the same targets mouth.

The game continued for another twenty or thirty minutes with Dan getting a bullseye and two misses hitting the targets chest. His final winnings for the game was $37, one bullseye, one on the face and seven body or hair hits he also had three complete misses and all he got for those was the opertunity to take out his frustration with a swat to the targets ass with the crop.

Brad was also not as skilled at this game as the ladies as he finished with only $19. No bullseyes, three face shots and four body shots along with two misses, one of which I got some smacks for because he claimed I moved under his feet causing him to shoot high.

Amber and Mitch who were still in the bedroom as the game wound down had won a combined $54 and not to mention several nice orgasams started at the expense of the target and me.

Brandi and Jennifer were the big winners. Jennifer had two more bullseyes and four more shots to the face for a total of $100. Brandi finished with $120 but one turn in perticular netted her $40 and it went like this.

Brad had just taken his shot and missed the target completely his spitball flying over the ATM sluts head and sticking on the wall behind him.

"That was your fault footstool!" he yelled down at me while driving his heel into my back.

"I told you not to move" he continued with another jab to my side.

I always knew Brad was competitive but I had never seen this side of him and aside from the minor pain from the jabs of his foot I actually was liking his authoritive stand. I really didn't think I moved but even if I did how could he really blame me. Not only was my ass still stinging some from my earlier beating from Mitch but I was also still at an uncomfortable half all fours stance because that was the most comfortable level for him to rest his feet.

Add to this after Jennifer had taken her last shot she decided she wanted to prop her feet up. She didn't prefer the level of my back though so she quickly determined my head could be adjusted to a higher level so using her toes which I enjoyed every second of she raised my chin up to a level that suited her adding even more strain to my aching arms and back.

Still she wasn't happy complaing my head was too boney for her delicate heels so she placed a throw pillow on my head so her feet could sink into the luxerious soft pillow. Of course all the others found my position very amusing and useful but after several comments I was ignored, my position as their footstool was purely for their comfort whether or not I enjoyed it was of no concern to them as I was quickly learning.

"I um I'm sorry Master" I muttered out, it was even difficult to speak in this position.

I didn't even hesitate in addressing him as Master, it seemed perfectly normal given the circumstances and there was no sense of surprise from him or Jennifer who obviously felt the same way.

"you'll be sorry" he sneered back really sounding pissed off.

I felt his feet move on my back but I was not aware he had picked up the crop. WHAP WHAP, I grimiced in pain as two quick slashes of the crop landed on my bare ass. They wern't very hard but they landed right across the still fresh welts that Mitch had placed there.

"yeowww!" I bellowed my head dropped along with the pillow and Jennifer's feet.

"what the hell are you doing footstool!" now Jennifer was pissed

"he dosn't have much of a pain threshold does he?" Brandi chuckled

"maybe not but if he keeps fucking up he's going to get use to it real quick" Jennifer warned

"I I'm sor sorry Mistress" I did my best to apologize not wanting to get hit again

"sorry isn't cutting it Tim, now get that pillow back on your head and you had better get in the same position I had you in" Jennifer was giving me a chance to correct my error and I didn't pause a second. My ass still stinging I tried to ignore it as I held the pillow on my head and raised up again.

"houseboys got a boner again" Brandi and Dan began laughing as they teased me.

I don't even know why I was getting a hardon but they were correct, maybe it was from Brad's dominant side, I had long fantasized about him and Jennifer totally dominating me and now it was happening. I blushed once again even though you would think by now I was getting use to such humiliations.

"would you look at that, the tiny thing is comming to life" Jennifer now giggled as she reached her foot under me and used her toes to gently slap and play with my hardening cock. Again she used the word tiny to make me feel really inferior and insecure.

The feel of her toes only made it stiffen that much faster and again I wanted to crawl under a rock.

"Are you going to show us your little weenie this time" she was still giggling as she continued to tease me with her toes.

I had no choice this time, if I didn't get up to show them and get away from her teasing toes I would spur all over them and that would really be embarrasing.

"ye yes Mistress, yes I will" I grunted out trying despreatly not to cum.

"ok, up, let us see" Jennifer ordered finally removing her toes from my flinching boner.

I couldn't bare to look at any of them as I rose to an upright kneeling postion my rock hard boner at rigid attention.

"it is kind of sick looking isn't it" Dan was the first to mock me

"it sure is baby, not at all like a real man's cock" Brandi giggled agreeing with her boyfriend and making me feel smaller by the second.

"that's because he's not a man, he's a wimp" Brad laughed and that one really hurt, I thaught he would go easy on me.

"your so right honey, maybe we should show him a real man's" Jennifer suggested

whush,, splat, that was the sound of Brandi's spitball that she had already had prepared and while I was listening to Brad and Jennifer mock me Brandi let fly with the salia moistened paper wad and it hit me smack dab on the tip of my dick.

The four of them erupted in laughter

"what a shot!" Dan exclaimed

"that's going to cost you twenty bucks houseboy" Brandi said while still laughing herself

"yes Mistress" I said almost to myself feeling completely like shit, they had stripped me of any pride I might of had.

That degrading moment and the degrading remarks they had made about my man hood had now gotten into my head and had transfered down to my dick which was now going limp.

"oh no! it's shrinking, I think you killed it Brandi" Jennifer remarked and again they all broke out in laughter.

"what the hell is going on out here?" Amber asked quisically speaking of the outbursts of laughter as she came out of the bedroom after her early afternoon romp with her lover.

"Brandi shot and killed houseboys little weenie" Jennifer told her in between gasps of air as she was still laughing hysterically.

Amber came over to get a better look at the spitball that was still stuck to my now limp penis.

"Oh my god, Mitch! come here, you gotta see this!" Amber called out inviting her lover too take a look.

Mitch came out of the bedroom and of course he found it equally as amusing and after a few more cheep shots about my manhood their laughter began to die down.

"we were just about to interduce Tim to a real man's dick since he's probably never seen one" Jennifer then told Amber, I was hoping she had dropped that idea but no such luck.

"well let's show him Mitch's, that way he can smell what a real man smells like also" Amber suggested

"you don't mind do you baby?" she then asked her lover cuddling up to him as they stood above me.

"hell no, he can look and smell and if he shows the proper respect I may even let him kiss it" Mitch chuckled not at all shy.

I had hit rock bottom, I kept wishing they would move onto another subject, I liked short bits of humiliation but this was no longer exciting to me.

"you here that houseboy, I think you should kiss Mitch's feet real nice and beg him to show you his real man dick" Amber was really into this humiliation and I had no reason not to comply at this point, how could I convince them that everything else was ok but this was over the line, they would just torment me all the more.

"yes Mistress" I replied meekly and broken hearted

I lowered my head to kiss his feet once more, they still smelled and I wish he would take a shower.

"please Master, may I see your real man's dick" I spoke very softly not beleiving I was actually doing this

"what was that, we can't here you, beg like you mean it" Brandi demanded I beg again

"hum hum, pl please Master, may I please see your real man's dick." I cleared my throat and asked again much to the cheers and laughs of my tormentors.

"there, not that wasn't so hard was it" Jennifer commented, it was rhetorical and no reply was necessary

"well get up here boy and slide your Master's shorts down,...be gentle, you don't want to damage it" Amber teased as I followed her instructions and gently lowered Mitch's loose fitting boxer type swim suit.

The odor of recent sex was very strong even before I began lowering his suit and got even stronger as the shorts came off.

"isn't it gorgous? So sexy and so big" Amber continued to take the lead.

She had one hand grasping my hair and her other hand now gently cupped Mitch's ball sack. She slowly guided my face closer enjoying imensly how degrading this was for me.

"don't you just love it wimp, and doesn't it smell wonderful, I put some of my juices on it just for you" Amber continued trying not to crack up as she teased.

"now give the tip a little gentle kiss" she did start laughing after ordering that but she kept a tight grip on my hair not allowing me to pull back.

She took control and pushed my lips to the tip of Mitch's cock, I didn't really kiss it but my lips now had some of their semi dry juices on them.

"much nicer then your pitiful thing now isn't it" Amber was still laughing as were the others and while speaking of my dick she placed the sole of her foot on mine and pressed down just enough to make me very uncomfortable.

"ye yes Mistress it is" I blurted out frightened that if I didn't speak up she might step down harder on my balls.

An outburst of group laughter broke out again and then Amber pulled her foot out of my crotch. When she did the spitball from Brandi now stuck to the bottom of her foot.

"eeewww, slut! get over here and lick that off" she ordered and the guy that was my age couldn't move fast enough to obey his Mistress after being ignored for the past fifteen or twenty minutes.

Amber held her knee cocked and the ATM slut went wild licking the bottom of her foot even after he licked off and swallowed the spitball.

"alright! that's another twenty for me!" Brandi called out determining that since the spitball was now swallowed by the target it was like a bullseye and Amber agreed bringing her foot down hard on the face of the servile lackey.

"you heard her! Fetch Brandi's prize" Amber ordered and the slut sad because he couldn't continue with his foot worship obeyed his orders quickly as he crawled back and retrieved a crisp $20 bill and presented it to his black Mistress.

"maybe if we put some lipstick and a wig on you, Mitch will let you blow him" Amber turned her attention back to me never having let go of my hair, the audience applauded that idea and I was growing really nervous.

"I don't think so, maybe he can blow my big toe but I don't want them ugly lips on my dick" Mitch did not like that idea and I practically felt like bowing down and smothering his smelly feet with kisses to thank him.

"a toe blow job, that might be interesting, I might want to try that sometime" Dan chimed in after being quiet for a while.

"pull your Master's shorts back up wimp, and be careful, treat it like a God nike like this pitiful peasent thing" Amber laughed as she jabbed at my defensless penis with her toes while letting go of my hair causing me to flinch and bringing chuckles from those seated.

I did as I was told and then Mitch used the side of his foot to punt my already sore ass out of his way as he and Amber then snuggled up on the oversized stuffed recliner.

"where's my twenty houseboy?" Brandi then demanded not forgetting that I owed her $20 for humiliating me with a spitball.

I didn't argue in the slightest, I grabbed my wallet from my pants and gave her a $20 bill and for my generosity I was rewarded with a slap to my face.

"good boy, now be a good little maid and start cleaning up that mess" Brandi then ordered pointing to the dozens of spitballs s**ttered around the ATM slut.

"yes Mistress" came my meek reply as I rubbed my stinging cheek.

"are you guys ready to go to the pool, I really want to get some sun" Amber said and they all agreed.

"slut, get your suit on and go down to the pool and get us set up, Tim get over here, I have some chores for you" Jennifer then ordered.

"yes Mistress" came sluts response and I went to Jennifer and knealt before the beautiful young woman while the others began to get ready to go to the complex pool.

"so what do you think Tim, do you enjoy being our slave?" Jennifer asked in a soothing tone as she sat back on the sofa her legs crossed and her bare foot swaying gently before me as I knealt before her and Brad.

"ca can I be honest Mistress?" I asked ever so humbly with my head bowed

Jennifer then lifted my chin with her toes so she could look me straight in the eye.

"A slave must always be honest with it's Masters,...you just might not always like the consequenses" she added with a chuckle from her and Brad.

Then just as gracefully she placed her foot on top of my head pushing my head back to a bowed position as if this was the proper way for me to address them.

"I som I enjoyed some of it Mistress, bu but not not really the pain and and the well the,...the whole thing with Mitch" I stammered out the things I didn't like

"that's Master Mitch to you" Jennifer corrected me with a light kick to my head

"yes Mistress, Master Mitch, I'm sorry"

"well that's just too bad Tim, this is not about what you like, our slaves our here to please, entertain, amuse and serve us, if that's something you can live with we'll give you a try but if not then we'll just find ourselfs another wimp, there's plenty out there" Jennifer laid down the rules

"no Mistress, I I'd like to try" I spoke possibly too soon without thinking but too much of this was like a dream come true for me and I might never get a chance to find a situation like this again.

"I had a feeling you would see it my way, now I'll give you more details on what will be expected of you and more about our lifestyle later. For now while were down by the pool this place needs a good cleaning, exspecially the bedrooms. All the bedding needs to be changed and washed, the laundry facility is near the office. You need to wash all our clothes also, other than that just clean everything, you know what to do"

Jennifer wrapped up her chore list because ATM slut had returned from the pool and told Brandi that the chaise lounges, sun umbrellas and towels were all ready for them. It was kind of funny to see mainly the three women begin loading poor slut down with items to carry back to the pool with him.

He had already carried down a cooler with their favorite beverages and snacks but now a beach bag hung from his left shoulder filled with magazines and books, another bag on his right shoulder was filled with lotions, cosmetics, nail polishes, combs and brushes. A third bag hung from his neck filled with cards, a backgammon game and all their cell phones. Finally a back pack was stuffed with some T-shirts and shorts. The six of them carried nothing as they headed out leaving ATM slut to bring up the rear after holding the door open for them.

I had my chuckle but now it was time to get to work. There was much to be done before the group finished frolicing in the cool pool water and sunbathing. The first thing I did was strip the beds and gathered up all their clothes from the floor, dressers or wherever else they had been carelessly tossed and sacked them up to carry down to the laundry room.

Before heading down I decided to finish picking up the spitballs before I doing the laundry. A couple of the small paper wads were still slightly moist with spit. As I touched them it brought back images from minutes ago at the scene I found very erotic of the six people shooting these tiny balls at their human target.

Like the true pervert I was I first smelled and then even tasted one of the moist balls dreaming it had come from the mouth of Jennifer, Brandi or Amber but for all I knew it could had been from one of the guys also. Just handling the little spitballs made me feel so inferior to them it gave me chills. Had I really found my true place in life. One thing was probably true, I wouldn't be spending that many nights at home being bored, something told me these young Mistresses and Masters would have plenty of duties to keep me busy.

I finally snapped out of my daydream having waisted to much time fantasizing. I quickly tossed the handfulls of spitballs in the trash and grabbed the sacks of laundry. Making my walk to the laundry room I soon realized I would be walking right past the pool area. The thaught of seeing them all again made me more excited with each step I took.

When I passed some bushes I got my first glimpse of the pool even though I was still 100 feet away. I could see maybe a dozen people but my eyes went right to one corner of the pool where I saw the bright colored bikini's of my Mistresses. With every step they became more focused and and now I saw slut kneeling at the foot of Amber's chaise lounge, he was repolishing her sexy toenails. What a lucky dog!

When I got even closer I could see the bright sun glistening off their suntan oiled bodies and I wondered if slut had been lucky enough to apply the lotion to their beautiful bodies.

Being so close to the college this apartment complex was only occupied by college students and none of the other students lounging around the pool seemed to find the scene of slut giving Amber a pedicure the least bit strange in fact it seemed a nerdy looking guy on the other side of the pool was serving drinks to a group of three girls and a guy but I wasn't really interested in them and the laundry room was getting closer so I wanted to gaze upon my Mistresses as long as possible.

When I got to within fifty feet the closest I would get I noticed Brad and Dan were in the pool and there was Mitch being his usual arrogant self. As slut was trying to remove the old polish from Amber's toes he was apparently also providing Mitch some amusement.

Mitch was reclining on the lounge chair next to Amber and was munching from a jar of peanuts. Occaissionally he seemed to order slut to open his mouth as he would then attempt to throw the peanut into slut's open mouth. When slut missed he would have to scurry over to the misses peanut on his knees and lick it up off the concrete.

I decided it was no longer my wish to be in sluts place as I knew the poor guys knees must be in agonny from crawling on the concrete not to mention the humiliation of licking peanuts up from the concrete. I now made the turn towards the laundry room to get on with my work.


The following week was nerve racking for me. I had been dismissed fro their service on Sunday late afternoon after I had thoroughly cleaned the girls apartment. I was told by Jennifer that I was to think about what had happened over the weekend and determine if it was what I really wanted.

I would hear from her sometime late in the week to find out what my decision was. Brad was on vacation for the week so I didn't see him at work and he and Jennifer were going out of town for a few days so I didn't see him at home either. I insisted that I was ready for this but Jennifer said I needed to take the week and really think about it.

With every hour that passed I became even more sure. It seemed every other thaught in my head revolved around one of them dishing out some form of humiliation upon me. Somehow I managed to make it through the week and my whole way home from work I was praying and hoping for Jennifer's call.

The call never came but when I unlocked the door to my house, I still didn't use the garage as I had said before that was reserved for Brad, even if he wasn't home to use it, a huge smile came to my face to see Jennifer and Brad sitting at the dining room table talking.

"Tim, it's about time you got here, we we're becomming anoyed waiting on you" Brad stated rather arrogantly.

"I I'm sorry Sir ah Master, I I didn't know you would be here" I began to explain, at one point I wasn't sure whether to address him as Brad or Sir, now the dilema was Sir or Master.

"Not our problem Tim, if your going to be our slave you will need to antcipate our wants and needs and sort of like ESP you'll need to know where we want you and when" Jennifer then said like I really should have known they were there waiting.

"yes Mistress, I I'm so happy to see you both" I replied

"of course you are, you need us to fill your nothing life, which is even more reason for you never to make us wait on you because we don't need you at all" Jennifer was stating fact, they didn't need me at all, I should be extremely grateful that they were even considering allowing me to be their slave.

"yes Mistress, your so right, I am very sorry" I fell to my knees before them appolagizing.

"have you given thaught to being our slave and do you think you could handle it?" Jennifer asked already knowing the answer to the first part of her question.

"yes Mistress, I, ..it's all I've been thinkng of" I spoke the truth as Jennifer instructed I always should do.

They grinned at each other. They were both sporting vey nice tans, I assumed they had spent several days at the beach.

"do you understand the meaning of the word slave?" Brad then asked, confusing me some.

"I I ah yes Master, I I think so" I stuttered thinking it was a trick question

"you think so huh? Isn't the meaning of being a slave mean being the property of it's Master babe?" Brad wasn't asking me he was asking Jennifer

"that's the way it was taught to me in my school honey, what about you Tim?" Jennifer responded

:"ah yes, I ah I beleive that is one of the meanings" I agreed not really knowing what they were getting at.

"well then don't you think it's sort of odd for Brad to be paying you rent, I mean with you being our property and all" Jennifer was being sligh but her meaning was clear.

"I I guess it isn't quite right Mistress" I had to agree with her afterall it was the truth.

"so we agree that I shouldn't pay any rent?" Brad spoke up even though for some reason I beleived this was mostly Jennifer's idea.

"yes Sir ah I mean Master, I don't beleive you should be paying me rent" I replied, it wasn't really a big deal I was only charging him $200 a month and it was mostly out of principle, I really didn't need the money.

"Very good Tim, maybe you do understand the meaning of being a slave,..but of course the rent still needs to be paid but Brad and I agree that $200 a month is not nearly fair." Jennifer said with that mischievious grin that I hadn't seen in a couple of weeks since this all began.

I had no idea what she was talking about, I had just said Brad didn't need to pay any rent and now she was talking about paying more rent. Something told me I was going to get the hort end of the stick in whatever she was up to. After a few moments of being amused by my quisical dumb looking stare she continued.

"we wanted to be fair though so we agreed that $500 a month is what you will pay Brad" Jennifer couldn't completly stiffle her giggle as she added this twist. Brad displayed a big grin as well.

"I ah I I don't understand Mistress, I'm suppose to pay Brad rent to live in my own house?" I asked the obvious question and was promptly greeted with a very hard open hand smack across my face from Jennifer that actually had enough force to knock me to the floor on my side.

"get back on your knees wimp!" Brad demanded after laughing for a few seconds.

I pushed my self back up to my knees with my hand rubbing my stinging red cheek. Jennifer looked down on me not looking very happy herself as she rubbed her hand, she had stung her own hand slightly with the force of her slap.

"look what you did slave! You hurt my hand with your stupid face, kiss it and apologize!" she demanded holding out her open palm.

"I I'm sorry Mistress" I apologized with a tear running down my face as the sting on my cheek intensified. I placed two very gentle kisses on the soft palm of her hand.

"now why did I slap you Tim?" she questioned me yanking her hand from my lips.

"I I I'm not I'm not really sure Mistress" I really had no idea

"you idiot! First you improperly reffered to your Master by his name and then you used a word that should be removed from your vocabulary when you said 'MY'. Didn't we just go over the fact that you are property,you have nothing! you are nothing! you got that!" Jennifer was all buisness now

"ye ye yes Mistress, I I'm sor I'm sorry" I blabbered as more tears fell not only from the sting of her slap but now from fear of her also.

"you better wimp, Jennifer's not fucking around" Brad warned me although his voice had a chuckle in it. I was clearly the wimp here but if you asked me I would have to say that Brad was a little pussy whipped himself.

"ye yes Master, I understand" I acknowledged the obvious fact.

"So it's settled then, you'll pay Brad $500 a month rent, of course you'll be doing all the house chores in addition to Brad's laundry and running his errands. iis that understood?" Jennifer asked or more so told me.

"yes Mistress, I understand" I replied realizing I wasn't in any kind of a bargaining position.

" I also want the Master bedroom" Brad through in

"Of course baby, I thaught that was a given, after Tim moves all his stuff to the basement you can have him move your stuff into the Master bedroom, you may want him to repaint it first though" Jennifer said to Brad.

Some of her words were a shock to me, this was the first I heard of my moving to the musky damp unfinished basement. Like I had said, Jennifer seemed to be calling most of the shots. Brad was no wimp, I knew that for a fact but it seemed he was new to this Master/slave thing and Jennifer was trying to coach him.

"th tthe basement Mistress?" I meekly asked and Jennifer glared down at me with a smirk.

She then raised her sneaker clad foot and plaed it on my forehead giving me a little shove.

"I wasn't talking to you Tim, you must learn to only speak when spoken too. However since you seem to have a problem understanding, yes I said the basement. We need to have a spare bedroom available for guests, it was a little cramped when my sister visited and since Brad now has a two bedroom condo we have a spare bedroom, besides servents should reside below their Master's, don't you think so" she chuckled at the end.

"ye yes Mistress, I suppose so" I softly stated, I was still rebelling in my mind at least but she made perfect sense.

"you had better get busy then, you have a lot to do by tommarrow because we're going to a bar b' que Sunday, there's someone I want you to meet" Jennifer then ordered.

Brad and Jennifer surveyed what was my bedroom while I began moving my clothes to te basement. When Brad moved in I told him I thaught it was safer for him to keep his extra boxes and furniture in the garage because the basement was so damp and musky and now I was going to be living in that same basement.

After I made three trips they had decided on what colors they wanted me to paint his new bedroom and Master bath. They also told me I was to leave all my bedroom furniture because it was better than his and that for now his old bedroom set would remain in the spare room for guests. I was told I could go buy a cot for myself.

It just kept getting worse for me but I accepted all their desicions. As one final demoralizing item Jennifer said I could use the second bathroom for shitting and pissing as long as I thoroughly cleaned it after each use but for for all my bathing and hiegene needs I would be using the utilty sink in the basement.

Before they left for a night of partying Brad demanded his first rent payment. When I told him I only had a hundred dollars on me he gave me a sharp but not too hard kick in my ass which made Jennifer happy and then he took my hundred dollars and told me I would owe him the $400 plus another $50 on Sunday for being late.

"yes Master" ws my only response.

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I had worked like a 'slave' all day Saturday to have Brad's bedroom ready for him. I received a phone call from Jennifer on Saturday night telling me I was to meet them at her apartment on Sunday at ten AM. So that's where I was now, standing at the door to her apartment.

I rang the bell wondering if ATM slut was there again. The door was answered this time by a young white girl wearing only a bra and a G-string. She had very fair skin which showed the redness on her bare butt looking like she had been recently spanked or paddled.

The girl was in her early twenties and fairly attractive yet sort of plain looking with messed up shoulder length light brown hair. The girl also wore a black leather dog collar with the words 'BRANDI'S Bitch' encrusted in rhinestones.

"let him in bitch and get back here" I then heard Brandi's voice call out rather arrogantly.

I stepped in and saw Brandi lounging on the sofa like the majestic dark skinned goddess she was. She was wearing only a short silk robe using her elegantly manicured fingers to flip the pages of the fashion magazine she was reading. Her soft bare feet were propped up on the coffee table resting on a pair of fluffy pillows.

The girl who let me in quickly wnt back to her place on her knees at the feet of the black goddess and picked up the pumice stone she was using to rub away any rough or dry skin from her Mistress's soles.

"what do you think of my bitch houseboy? She isn't much to look at but at least I always know where her mouths been,..and why is that bitchgirl?" Brandi said as she tapped the bottom of her toes on the white girls cheek

"That's because I belong to only you Mistress" The white girl replied

"That's right bitch, and I will not tolerate any of my pleasure toys to be soiled by use on others. Show houseboy the tongue I own slut" Brandi then ordered the meek girl at her feet, she was enjoying showing off her personal property.

The white girl turned her head towards me at extended her tongue. I had seen tongue oiercings before but none like this, the girl had a rather large half moon piercing that was ribbed for serving only one function which was to provide ultimate pleasure to the recipient she was pleasuring.

"don't you just love it?" Brandi giggled noticing my look of surprise "it really feels wonderful on my pussy and ass and even my underarms and feet for that matter" Brandi continued still giggling.

"ah ye yes Mistress, it's ver very nice" I replied redfaced not knowing how to respond

"it sure is! Brandi laughed at my uncomfortable remark

"enough with my feet slut, I'm all worked up again, go get my bath ready and get that toungue ready for me" Brandi ordered her white girl.

"yes Mistress" the girl responded appearing excited herself to be allowed to serve her black Mistress in this manner

The girl took great care in the way she gently kissed the sole of each of her Mistress's feet and then the sole of each fluffy slipper before placing them on Brandi's feet. It was very erotic to see how tenderly the girl touched and kissed her Mistress. The girl was then about to pick up the footbath and pedicure tools she had been using to service Brandi's feet.

"don't worry about those slut, houseboy will take care of it, just go get my bath ready" Brandi commanded annd the girl hurried to do her Mistress's bidding.

As soon as the girl stepped away Brandi snapped her fingers towards me and pointed to the floor by the footbath. I assummed this was my command to clean it up and I followed the command kneeling down before the black goddess to begin gathering up the clippers, files and pumice stones.

"you like my feet don't you houseboy?" Brandi asked, she knew I had a huge foot fetish but she was in a playfull mood and had something devious on her mind.

"ah ye yes Mistress" I turned red again from the question

"well you know my feet were just bathed in that water, wouldn't you just love to have a taste?" Brandi grinned as she teased me

I looked at the somewhat dirty footbath water, apparently she had been out dancing the night before and her feet had perspired and she may have even gone barefoot for awhile explaining for the dirty water. Never the less the thaught of tasteing the water that she had bathed her beautiful feet in did sound appealing to a foot fetishest like myself.

"ye ah I mean, a taste" I blabbered wanting to do it but finding it hard to admit.

"I know you would you foot freak but let me make it a little more tasty for you" Brandi laughed like I said she was in a playful mood.

I then watched in awe as the beatiful young black woman leaned over and spat into the water several times before leaning back into the soft sofa with a huge superior grin.

"there you go foot freak, you may thank me and start lapping" Brandi giggled

I looked at her saliva floating on the darkish water and the humiliation factor was very high as my cock began to stiffen. At the same time my somewhat normal side was telling me I could never do this. Brandi knew I was struggling with my thaughts and pushed me along.

"your insulting me slave by making me wait for your gratitude" she said sternly looking down upon me

"sor sorry Mistress, th thank you so much for your gift" I replied startled by her harsh tone

"very well, you may start lapping" Brandi giggled

"wait! I know something that will add even more flavor" Brandi stopped me just before I took my first lick doggy style as she saw her bitch come out of the bathroom.

"bitch, go fetch the nylons I wore last night" Brandi ordered her *********** girl.

The rather plain looking girl came back seconds later with a pair of sheer nylons.

"drop them in girl" Brandi told her and as soon as the nylons were inserted the water began to darken from the dirt and dried foot sweat that began to loosen from the nylons.

"now add a little of your slave spit slut" Brandi laughed seeing my face squinting from the peril that now awaited me.

The girl giggled and leaned down holding her hair back and shooting me an evil grin as she worked up a large gob of saliva and then spat into the foot bath.

"there you go houseboy, enjoy" Brandi laughed.

The two of them watched very amused as I began lapping up the fould tasteing mixture, it was no where near as pleasent as I had fantasized but I continued lapping at it not daring to interupt Brandi's amusement.

"is my bath ready?" Brandi asked her slavegirl after several minutes

"yes Mistress"

"alright, let's go this foot freak is beginning to bore me and I'm ready to have that special tongue of mine up my ass" Brandi said

Brandi then stood up and walked to the bathroom with her bitch following on her knees at the black girls heels. Just like that she was through with me, I was an object for her amusement and when she tired of me she moved onto another form of pleasure, it must be nice to be her.

When the two of them dissapeared into the bathroom I pulled my face from the now filthy nasty foot and spit water and after taking a moment to reflect upon the depths of degradation to which I had sunk I finished cleaning up the pedicure supllies and then waited on Jennifer and Brad to come out of her room.