10 Years a Slave - A Memoir Ch. 07

After Ellie left, I sat in our empty room and thought. I said to myself that there's no way around it. You have to endure it. There's no use in feeling restless, uneasy, or rebel against; this is your fate. The path is clear, bow your head, and follow your fate.

There was no point for protesting or pretending. My feelings or objections did not matter for her. And feeling bad about her attitude wouldn't make any difference. I had two options; first to put an end to this and disappear from her life, or just stop feeling bad and endure the humiliation to the end, wherever it takes to me.

I picked the second way. I have no regrets.

I knew that I pushed myself towards this many times before, but then found myself again in agony for what she was doing to me. But at that point, I decided to enjoy it consciously. I had to face with my real personality; I was a submissive. I ignored it, pretended that it's not there maybe for many years, but there were no places to hide for me anymore. Only way to survive was to enjoy what's happening. Let myself consciously accept submissiveness and slave nature. From that point, I decided to push myself actively to enjoy it. And do not feel bad about humiliation, instead even internalise it. Enjoy being worthless, enjoy being ignored, humiliated, defamated. Crave for it even. As she expected from me; enjoy giving up on her. Enjoy not having a dignity. Enjoy crawling in agony, in jealousy. Make the pain your source of pleasure. As there is no other ways to cure this pain.

Enjoy sucking her toes or eating her not because it gives me pleasure in any way, but it gives her a pleasure. Enjoy when she fucks someone, encourage her to have sex. Prepare her for someone else. Pick her dresses, manicure her nails, compliment her hair, drive her to dates. And enjoy giving her away. Without expecting to taste her divine womanhood yourself. Ever.

Get rid of your ego completely, and be a part of Ellie. Like her lungs, her hands, her feet, her emotions. Just be another part of her. Following commands and desires of its owner without its own willpower.

So did I.

I was a submissive, slave-natured man and thanks to Ellie's perfect care I was now at peace with myself.

I laid on my bed, and started imagining her getting fucked by Kyle. I tried to visualise how she gave him a handjob, how he looked at her, what she felt when his hot cum sprayed in her hand. How he is probably sucking her tits now, how he is sliding inside her. Then I thought how I got down on my knees and put on her socks in front of Kyle. How I kissed her feet in front of everyone. What they might have thought about me. And it gave me an immense pleasure. For the first time, I was actively enjoying the humiliation, instead of resisting it or sweeping it under the rug.

At some point, I was so overflowed with the excitement and arousal, I picked the socks I put on her sweet feet just hours ago with an humiliating ritual, placed them on my face, and masturbated. I was actively disobeying the orders now, but for a greater purpose. I was sure that she can understand me. I was internalising the humiliation via pleasure. I was facing the demon living in me, and letting him free. It took me less than five seconds to orgasm. First of my very rare orgasms as a true slave.

...

...

Ellie came back later that night, and slid inside the bed fully naked. The luscious smell of her sweaty skin filled the room, and we fell asleep next to each other without saying a word.

When I woke up, Kyle was already gone. Once Ellie woke up I ran her a bath as she was having her morning coffee and drenching her naked body with morning sun on the couch.

"Hope you had fun last night babe?" I said to her when she got in the bathtub.

"Yeah, it was good. And fun too, he tried to keep silent but I pushed his limits." she laughed. "Did you hear anything or should I try harder next time?"

"I haven't heard anything actually. But I can see in your smile that you it was indeed a good sex."

"Well, not particularly amazing but yeah it was good."

It was just another morning-after-sex with her. But it was a special day for me. I wanted to talk with her about my thoughts last night. I was hoping to make her happy by showing the new levels of my dedication. I was also planning to ask for forgiveness for cumming.

"Ellie, I actually wanted to talk about something..."

"But I don't. Go and prepare my breakfast." She cut me off with a commanding voice. I thought for a second that she thought I am going to complain again, and that's why I was cut off. So I had to explain myself:

"No I'm not going to...."

"I said breakfast pinky. Chop chop!"

"Sure Ellie, will be ready in 15."

I left the bathroom. Again, she was indifferent to my feelings, thoughts, agony, or enjoyment. But I was OK. She didn't need to listen to me. She didn't need to do anything. I felt proud for not feeling bad this time.

However, there was still my confession to be made. So when she was having her breakfast, I silently kneeled in front of her and told her what I did last night. Then, I felt I need to explain more and summarised my train of thought as much as possible to her. Her response was almost perfect:

"You're sweet pinky, but also so dramatic... it was just sex. I was horny and fucked someone. I wasn't trying to "humiliate" you or whatever. Chill out. Go with the flow and stop overthinking about everything. You put on my socks in front of the guy who's fucking me. So what?" She had another bite from her toast before continuing:

"But you're on the right track. I appreciate it. You're getting better every day. Still, it doesn't change the fact that you misbehaved. Putting my socks on your wherever doesn't make it any better. I'll think about a proper punishment for it. Don't do it ever again without my permission. Understood?"

"Understood, I'm sorry."

After the breakfast, Ellie called me to the living room and ordered me to get naked. I took off everything and stood in front of her. I was rock hard. She started studying my dick with her fingers, ran her middle finger through my shaft, tapped on the tip, gently carressed my balls. I was watching her every single movement and trying to etch it to my memory. This was a sight I hadn't seen for a very long time; Ellie touching my penis!

"Your punishment will be knowing that you have no shortcomings compared to other people I actually fucked. You're even bigger and better-shaped than some. Shape is important too, you know? Especially when blowing. I sucked uglier dicks. If it wasn't attached to you I'm sure I'd love to taste this one too. And you're pretty good-looking actually. I genuinely believe that you would be a great fuck. And I know that a lot of girls would be happily go to bed with you. But you will never taste it. At least for any foreseeable future. I will never let you put your thing in anything, a girl, boy or a toy. I will rarely allow you to orgasm. Very rarely., only when it's absolutely physically necessary. And I'm sure you'll have some wet dreams once in a while to get rid of the excess anyways. So you're not even allowed to ask for it. You will sit in your room and cry with balls full of cum, while there are a lot of girls waiting to drain you. And I will drain others while you cry for me. OK?"

"Of course Ellie. Thank you. I don't desire anyone else anyways. Thank you..."

....

She went to Kyle's place a couple days later, again "to study". We picked her a set of very sexy lingerie together. Then she put on an oversized hoodie and joggers on top of that elegant underwear, saying that it'll be a fun suprise for Kyle. I drove her off and dropped her to Kyle's flat, which he shares with two other guys.

I was still finding it very dangerous. Not for personal or selfish reasons, but I was worried that people might talk about Ellie and Kyle, which might hurt her. Someone could say something stupid and she might be upset. Or whatever. You got me. Which actually happened just a couple days after her visit to Kyle's room. A friend of mine, who's clueless about what's happening in general, pulled me aside to talk and told me that people are talking about something's going on between Ellie and Kyle, and no disrespect but he thought that I should know. I didn't react much but I told him that I knew that they are studying on something together, and I was mostly present with them so nothing actually happens and pretended to get very angry on whoever is talking about this bullshit.

But it was something to be addressed, so I talked to Ellie the same evening. I tried to be as respectful as possible, and told her about the thing my friend was talking about. It made her extremely upset indeed. She loved being slutty, but being known as a "slut who's cheating on her boyfriend" was a title she wasn't willing to carry. I wanted to say "I said so", but as a very well-trained slave, I told her instead that we should do something to put this an end.

"You know what Pinky, all of the girls are cheating their boyfriends. All the girls. That thick fuck Daron doesn't know but Beth fucked both Kyle and Simon. Grace sucked a guy she doesn't even know while she was with Martin. Cora literally went to a holiday with another guy while she had a boyfriend. I'm sure their boyfriends have some flings too. And now people are talking about me and Kyle?"

"Wow" I thought to myself. "It's more of a fuckfest of degeneration than a college campus and I'm the only virgin who's right in the middle." But I kept my thoughts to myself. After calmed down a little, she called Kyle and they argued over the phone as if I'm not at the room. Ellie was blaming him for being loose-lipped and Kyle was swearing that he didn't tell anyone anything. Obviously no-one admitted any wrongdoings but to this day I'm quite certain that Kyle, that rude bastard, probably bragged about getting laid with Ellie here and there and that's how the word got out.

After that day they didn't see each other again, and carried out a distant friendship within their group. Although the rumours had ceased after a while, I managed to catch some questioning glimpses from people.

...

But this gossip ended up in a completely unexpected result, at my expense.

It was soon after their break-up with Kyle. She came home late in the evening, after having a dinner with Ava. I was busy with one of her assignments, which was something she probably didn't even have an idea about. By then I was tasked to keep track of assignment emails, prepare the assignment as well as a summary for her by due date, just in case professor asks a question. So, she was made aware of most of the assignments when I hand her the summary sheet.

She jumped on the armchair, hanging her feet over one of the armrests. I dutifully got up and started taking off her white sneakers. It was then, she told me that she decided to announce our break-up. I did stop briefly, until she nudged me with her shoe -the I one I yet to move. I felt heartbroken, but didn't say anything. I was well aware that we were not a couple for a very long time, but announcing it to people was still something to feel bad about. But I was also not clear what she had in mind. I didn't interrupt my important task of taking off her shoes, and let her speak:

"You will move to the guest room and we'll announce people that we are not together anymore. But we'll keep living together as roommates as it's too expensive to find a new place and move, and we're still great friends and going to be the best roommates. So then we won't need to think about what people are gossiping about and have more freedom. And meanwhile we can still live together and you can serve me. Also you won't need to worry about being "humiliated" when I get laid with someone. Isn't it genius?"

It was smart indeed. I placed a kiss on her sole, and told her that I liked the idea.

...

I moved to the guest bedroom after that night. And Ellie started telling people that we broke up. Everything else was pretty much the same, but I was going to the guest bedroom to sleep. I was craving her presence and smell in my room, but I didn't complain and followed her will. Ellie also didn't have sex with anyone for a while until things calm down and people stop caring about us.

Around that time, I believe soon before Ellie and Kyle broke up, I got a cold call from Hazel. I even struggled to remember who Hazel is when I answered the phone, but she reminded herself to me saying that she's Dylan's sister, and Ellie gave my number to her. And she was asking me to help her with an assignment. What she told me is that she asked Dylan first, which send her over to Ellie, saying her major is related to that -which was not-, so eventually Ellie sent her over to me saying I can help her. It wasn't a big deal so I helped her.

Then a week after, she called me for the second one. Soon, the third one wasn't an ask for help, instead she asked me if I can do the entire assignment for her as she had some other urgent stuff to do. At that point, I told her that it would not be appropriate and I can't do the full assignment for her. I was trying to be a responsible adult, but also knowing that I should be respectful towards her, I added that I am happy to help if she needs any support for parts of it.

She sighed, and thanked me briefly before hanging up. But the same evening, Ellie called me into her room, and asked me why I didn't help Hazel. It was the first time we actually talked about me helping Hazel. I told her that I was helping her already for a while, but this time she asked me to do the entire work and that's why I refused. But then Ellie gave me very clear commands:

"You are not an epitome of merit pinky. It's not even your concern to be a responsible adult or a role model for her. You are just a tool to do whatever you're told to. So you will call Hazel now, apologise and ask her to send over that assignment. To make up for your disrespect, you'll do the other schoolwork she has too. And you will ask her to send assignments straight away from now on. Clear?"

"Sure Ellie, I'm sorry."

"Don't say it to me. Call her now and make sure to apologise properly."

So I called Hazel. While it's ringing, Ellie asked me to put it on the speaker:

"Hi Hazel, I'm sorry to refuse helping you with the assignment. Can you please accept my apologies? To make up for it I'll do this one and the others you have."

"No worries, no need to apologise... and thanks for this..."

I heard in her voice that he wasn't sure how to respond, but also willing to continue exploiting my services. Then, Ellie urged me silently to continue. So I carried on:

"And after this one when you have an assignment that you think I can help, please forward them straight to me with a deadline and I'll do my best to help. I hope that would make up for my rudeness earlier?"

"I think so... it would be nice actually... thanks..."

"My pleasure. Happy to help anytime."

After that day, I did numerous tasks and assignments for her. She was simply forwarding me emails, or sending a photo of the assignment paper and I was getting that done with an "executive summary" as soon as possible.

...

Back then, my entire life was evolving around doing the housework and assignments for Ellie and Hazel, and taking care of my own studies whenever I have time. Actual in-person serving to Ellie was mostly limited to occassional worship sessions whenever she asks. Other than that occassions, a real slave's life is quite dull. It's not a constant latex-dressed freakshow as internet makes you believe. It's much more of doing the dishes, cooking, laundry, vacuuming, and boring schoolwork. I was also given up all of my social life to be able to keep up with everything. Since we announced our break-up, I wasn't being invited to social gatherings as much as before, and my other friends were slowly giving up on me.

Actually, one of my once-close friends tried to talk to me, thinking I'm depressed and need some help, but I assured him that everything's fine and I'm doing great. Which was sort of true. I tried to attend some gatherings, but I was sensing a pitiness towards me from people, most likely because everyone was thinking that Ellie cheated on me, and then dumped me but we were still pretending to be friends and living together. Yeah that's sort of something to be pity of, but it still made all those gatherings annoying and I stopped going anywhere. Sometimes, when Ellie has people over, I was greeting them before disappearing in my room for assignments.

....

Then, one night Ellie came back with a friend, Ava.

I was in my room when they made their way into the living room. Just seconds later, I heard Ellie shouting my "slave name":

"Pinky!!!"

It was my unofficial slave name, and she was almost exclusively calling me "pinky" by then. Still, I felt something worrying was about to happen.

When I entered the room, Ellie was sitting on the armchair while hanging her legs over one of the armrests, and Ava was on the sofa. I saw an eager glow on her eyes. Then, Ellie told me something I was dreading to hear about:

"Take off my shoes slave!"

She had an evilish smile on her beautiful face. I heard Ava's laugh.

....

I went beet red instantly, but it didn't prevent me from going down on my knees. I was facing away from Ava, so didn't see her reaction, but she screamed an "Oh my god!" when I went on my knees. I felt the burning sensation of embarrassment all over my body. I untied her shoes slowly while she watched me with a grin. I removed Ellie's shoes silently and looked at her face. She didn't say anything and kept watching me. So, I took off her socks as well, and approached to her naked soles.

"Oh my god ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod!!!" screamed Ava with an extreme excitement when I started kissing her soles. I wasn't going to stop until I'm told so. I was determined to endure all humiliation, all degradation. And I was enjoying it truly. I was rock-hard already. My soft kisses turned into wet ones. I sucked the delicate arch of her foot. Made my way slowly to her heels, making sure not to miss a single spot. Then I moved up, following the slight curve of her outer soles I reached to her sweet small toes.

"I told you that he's very well trained." Said Ellie while pressing her big toe lightly on my lips. I opened my mouth and started sucking. I saw that she was proud of her work of art on her gaze.

"That is sick!" Ava was still struggling to believe what she was seeing. Ellie didn't say anything, and kept watching my dedication on worshipping her.

"I knew something was going on between you two for a while but boy not this!"

"Pinky, why don't you help our guest too?"

I stopped briefly and looked at her. I wasn't sure what she was expecting from me. Worship Ava?

"Go and take off her shoes too, make her feel like home." She said to put an end to my confusion, and pushed me gently on the face with her feet.

"Sure Ellie, sorry I couldn't think..." then I got up, walked towards Ava and got on my knees again. She was watching me with an awe, and was probably more confused than me. We both didn't know what to do, or how to react. I didn't even know what Ellie told about me, and how much she knows. Avoiding an eye contact, I asked her silently:

"May I help you to take off your shoes?"

She had some ugly-looking loafers, and unlike Ellie's sneakers it didn't require any untying. She raised both of her feet slightly, and I quickly removed her shoes, revealing her veiny ankles and low-cut liner socks. Briefly, I thought that Ellie never had such an ugly shoes or socks. Another thing she was perfect on. It was no suprise that I was hopelessly in love with her.

"Go ahead, kiss them. Don't be shy." said Ellie. But Ava hesitated, and pulled back her feet.

"I'm not sure I'm ready for that...." said Ava. Things were happening too fast, and I wasn't ready either. I felt grateful. I raised my eyes and looked at her. She was actually quite charming, a thin olive-skinned lady with dark and wavy hair. She also was playing tennis and had a nicely toned body. From outside, nothing was wrong about her, but I felt everything was wrong about kneeling in front of her.

"Haha, that's fair. It feels weird to see someone kneeling in front of you for the first time, I know. Pinky, go and grab us some drinks."

I almost jumped back up, mumbled a quick "right away" and rushed to the kitchen to save myself from further embarrassment. I heard them talking while I was pouring them wine.

"Pinky, would you like to explain why did you wanted to be my slave?" Ellie asked me while I handed them their drinks. Although I never "wanted" to be her slave, since she put it that way it was the reality now. But I didn't know where to start. I didn't even know how that happened and how we ended up being a slave. Everything was gradual.

"I don't have an answer for that. It happened over time I guess." I said.

"Are you one of those foot freaks?" asked Ava outright. Was I? I definitely adored Ellie's feet, and loved worshipping them. But I never felt the same for other girls' feet. I didn't even liked anything related to feet before all this happened. Ellie was silently watching me while I answer Ava's rude question.

"I don't think I am actually."

"Then why did you do that so eagerly?" I thought briefly before I answered:

"Probably because Ellie enjoys that a lot. Anything that makes her happy, makes me happy too."

"Aww, you're so cute!" said Ellie.

"So then you're an Ellie freak. I am not going to kink-shame anyone, if it's what gets you off, then so be it. But this is hilarious. Ellie, girl you are lucky. You should tell me your secrets."

I was standing on the corner, my eyes were locked on the carpet. I was feeling an immense embarrasment, but had nowhere to hide.

"It takes two actually. You first need to someone like him. Then we can work on that."

"So how does it work then? If it's still a thing between you, why did you break up? I have a lot of questions for you if you don't mind?"

"It's simple as that actually. He's a slave, and I own him. He does whatever I say."

"There's nothing simple about that Ellie. It's the 21st century. Is this consensual or do you blackmail him or something?"

"There's absolutely nothing keeping him here. I told him several times that he can leave whenever he wants. He can just say stop, and I'll let him free. Do you want to be free Pinky?" She turned her head towards me.

"I'm happy to be your slave Ellie." I said with a robotic voice.

"So be it then. Does he call you "mistress" like BDSM stuff? Do you guys still have sex? How does it work? Sorry if I'm too inquisitive but I need to get to the bottom of it."

"I actually prefer my name, I find those words kinda stupid. It's not a roleplay it's our way of living. And Pinky, would you like to answer the rest?" Ellie said, and chuckled. My response was concise:

"We actually never had sex."

"What! How! Aren't you together since like eternity? Are you a mormon or something? Are you still a virgin?"

Ellie laughed out loud again, but didn't answer Ava. She was still watching me squirming to answer Ava's question:

"I devoted myself to stay virgin for her. Ellie is free to enjoy her sex life with whoever else she wants."

"Oh wow that's even more cruel than I imagined."

"I don't think it's cruel." said Ellie. "We are both satisfied with what we get. I don't see any problems. Am I being cruel Pinky?"

"Not at all." I replied. "It might sound strange to you Ava, but I really enjoy being her submissive. I admit that it took a while for me to accept my real self, but I'm at peace now. I love Ellie as she is, and I love seeing her happy, and she's free to do whatever makes her happy."

"So you're a cuckold?"

"It's not as simple as that. To be a cuckold, you need to be a couple in the first place. We started as one but we're not a real couple for a while now, and we never had sex in the first place. I would call us more of a slave and his owner." Ellie clarified. I nodded.

"You get all the fun, he gets all the pain. Fair enough. But how it started in the first place? How did you open up? Spill the beans please I wanna learn everything."

"It's a long story actually, Pinky, refresh our drinks." she said and handed me her glass. Then she started telling our story to Ava while I stood between them awkwardly.

It was the first time I heard our story from her perspective. I stood up between them the entire time awkwardly, while she told Ava how she grew in liking her power over me, pushing me to the limits and seeing me complying was giving her an immense joy. She was also finding out her limits, desires, likes, kinks while playing around with me. And most of the time she thought that the next thing she pushed me to do was going to be the last straw and I'll quit. But I kept obeying her. And it encouraged her more and more. They burst into laughter when she described how I begged her to go and fuck someone while sucking the dirt off of her feet. I was too embarrassed to look anywhere but the carpet, but I was also incredibly turned on.

Ava was making insulting comments once in a while as if I'm not there. She told stuff like "no real man would do that", "my dick must not be working", "most pathetic thing she ever heard of", "it's good that Ellie found my true identity and didn't end up with a loser by accident". But it still suprised her when Ellie also told her that I wasn't allowed to orgasm:

"So, literally you get all the sex, fun, and comfort while he gets absolutely nothing but all the chores? Not even cumming on kleenex? This is super cool. Literally the best form a man can reach."

"Yeah you can say that I'm proud of my work."

It was past midnight, and Ellie told me to prepare the guest bedroom for Ava, and the sofa for myself. I changed the sheets and prepared everything while they're about to finish, and everyone went to sleep. I expected Ellie to call me in for a worship session, but she didn't.

In the morning I greeted the girls with coffee right after they woke up, and prepared them a proper breakfast. I felt more relaxed in front of Ava, and even made a joke and said that she will have higher expectations from her prospective boyfriends after seeing me.

"First thing I'd expect is sex and here you failed already." she said and both broke into laughter. I smiled and nodded.

"Actually, do you borrow him out? I could use his services for a day, my place is a mess."

"Hmm, yeah why not? He doesn't have much to keep himself busy lately anyways. Pinky, you're free this Saturday right?"

"Nope. I have no plans."

"I'm not asking about your plans idiot, I'm asking about the assignments or any other stuff you got to do."

"Nothing urgent Ellie."

"Cool then that's the plan!" Ava cheered.

...

The Christmas break was fast approaching, and I was serving to three different girls at the same time. On top of my casual duties for Ellie and my own schoolwork, I was now in charge of Hazel's homeworks and occassional cleaning duties for Ava. Including Nat, -who was thankfully the only person I didn't provide any slavery services-, I was known as the "slave" by 4 people.

Hazel was sending me at least a piece each week which was taking several hours to a day to complete. She wasn't bothering to explain the task, or thank me afterwards anymore. I was just receiving an email with the photo of the assignment paper with a deadline noted, and I was doing it as fast as I can. She was OK with any grades above B-, but once my paper was graded C+, and I had to phone her and apologise. She was OK with that, but Ellie told her that it is not appropriate and I need to be disciplined. My punishment was writing a 10 page apology letter by hand, and post it to her. It was pretty hard to come up with that much stuff, so it took me an entire night to write it. I posted the letter the next morning, but never heard anything about my letter from Hazel. I doubt that she even bothered to read 10 full pages of self-humiliation.

And I visited Ava's flat twice in a month. Each time she let me in, and handed me a long list of tasks before leaving the flat. In the first visit, she returned back before I was done and made me massage her feet for almost an hour before letting me go. And in the second time, she wasn't back a couple of hours after I was done, so I left the house before she return. After a couple hours when I was doing some homework for Hazel, Ellie got a phone call from Ava. She complained about my behavior -leaving without her permission, and asked her if I can come again. But Ellie told her that I was busy with some homework. Ava's boldness and demanding attitude must've annoyed Ellie, so she found an excuse for the third visit and didn't let me go.

So, that was the situation when we were about to depart for the christmas break. Ellie was obviously going to see Dylan, but she didn't bother to explain me their plans. We were about to be gone for 10 days. I, very respectfully, asked her if I can work on my graduation project over the 10 days and she allowed me. I wasn't going to get any tasks at all for the next 10 days and was free to focus on my own work. Also, to my suprise I was allowed to jerk off as much as I want. Even though I was touching myself without her permission somewhat occassionally, having free access to my dick made me incredibly happy.

Until the 4th day of the break. It was the day before Christmas eve. I was in my family house working on my project late at night. Then, I received a message from Ellie. It was a photo of her, lying naked on the bed. Her head was tilted back, lips were slightly parted, and eyes were closed. She was clearly having an immense pleasure, probably spasming with orgasm at the very moment. There were cum splatters on her belly and tits, and there was a petite girl between her legs, sucking her pussy. The second girl's face wasn't visible but it must be Megan, I thought. And obviously, behind the camera there was Dylan. All the blood on my body rushed to my penis. It was the most daring photo I ever received from her.

My phone pinged again:

"Do you wanna hear the story?"

It was an offer that I had no chance to refuse. I immediately slipped my hand inside my sweatpants and grabbed my stiff penis. I had to reply with one hand:

"You look amazing Ellie! Please tell me what happened."

She replied quickly:

"I can, but you have to make a sacrifice."

And another message followed that:

"I will tell you all the details, but you will give up off your jerking off privileges for the rest of the holiday. You're not allowed to touch yourself."

And another one:

"It's totally up to you. No hard feelings if you decide to jerk off to my photo and not hear the details. It's not a test."

And another one:

"So, what's your decision?"

I switched back to the photo, and looked at Ellie's delicious body. Drippings of cum was glistening over her silky stomach and round tits. Her abs were even more visible on that position, bringing another level of sexiness to her curvy body. Her thighs were touching the cheeks of the girl between her legs. It was the sexiest thing I have ever saw. This was enough for me to just look at and jerk off for the rest of my life. Imagining myself behind the camera, having real sex with Ellie, having the permission to cum over her gentle body... it was a tough choice. Very tough.

My phone pinged again:

"It's taking too long. If you already did that, it means you made your decision."

I immediately called her:

"Hi Ellie, sorry for delay! I swear I didn't cum, but it's too hard. Apologies."

"Hurry up then!"

When I heard her soft and sexy voice, I figured that I have no choice but listen to her story. I couldn't let this moment slip away. I couldn't miss the chance to hear this from her voice. The heavenly voice of the most beautiful thing walked on this earth.

"Please, tell me the story." I slowly took my hand out of my sweatpants.

"You are such a good boy!" she laughed.

I heard a second laugh behind the line.

"Is there someone with you?"

"Yeah, Megan is here with me. Do you want to say hi?"

She was yet blindsiding me again. Just like Hazel, Ava or Nat. She was getting someone else involved in our life without bothering with my opinions. And in such a moment where I have no choice but obey her. I had nowhere to hide. She already knew what's happening, there was no point to hide.

"Hi Megan."

"Hi Pinky! It's great to finally meet you!"

"You too." I added with a beaten voice.

"If we are done with formalities, I can start." said Ellie, and carried on with the details of their eventful night:

"So, Megan's parents are away until tomorrow and she very kindly invited us to her place to spend the night. Dylan picked me up in the afternoon and we had a lunch together first to catch up and saw a movie. Then, we came to Megan's. And this naughty girl..." I heard Megan's giggles in the background "... answered the door naked. Everyone needs a kinky friend like her. Yours might be me Pinky, what do you think?"

"Well yeah, you're the kinkiest person I know."

"Aww, thanks for the compliment! Anyways. She greeted us naked and you should've seen Dylan's face haha, he was super excited. So, she kissed him on the lips, and grabbed my hand to lead us to the living room. Dylan followed us like he was under a spell. Then she sat on my lap, and we made out. I was still fully dressed but she knows how to kiss a girl, so it must be quite a show for Dylan. He wanted to get involved too but I pushed him aside. Then, Megan got up and brought us some drinks. We were still fully dressed except Megan, and we had our drinks just like that. It's a very nice gesture of her, you know? She knows who's the boss and who's there to please so she put a show for us. Then, she went on her knees in front of Dylan and started unzipping his pants. I watched her slowly jerking him off. It's so hot watching such a scene nearby. So I couldn't resist and went on to kissing Dylan. He's quite lucky you know, he had two girls only for himself eager to fuck him. But then he tried to grab Megan's head and speed up but she didn't let him, saying it's too early to finish and went on licking his dick. I decided to join her and got between Dylan's legs, but then she held me first and we started kissing again. It was a pretty sloppy and wet kiss. And Dylan was slapping his dick to our face haha, it was soo hot. Then she started undressing me, But after each piece she was making sure that she kissed my body, my tits, my shoulders, my abs... we were putting a great show together for Dylan. He started jerking himself off, but Megan said to him not dare to cum yet. And when I was fully undressed, she grabbed our hands and led us to the master bedroom. There, we took Dylan's clothes off together and gave him a double blowjob. Can you imagine how lucky this guy is? Two gorgeous girls sucking you at the same time. We were basically kissing each other while his dick was between our lips. Would you like that to happen to you too?"

I heard Megan's giggles in the background.

"Yeah, I'd do everything for that."

"But you already do everything babe, and only thing you get is my feet. And you're the one who does sucking."

Megan laughed outloud this time:

"I heard you suck so good Pinky!"

I didn't know how to answer, so I replied pathetically:

"Thank you, I try my best."

"And you'll keep sucking for nothing in return. Tell me you are happy with that."

"I'm happy with sucking your feet for nothing in return Ellie."

"You can do better."

"I will worship your feet every single day for the rest of my life Ellie, and I expect nothing in return. I will do everything for you."

"Even if I'm being a slut for other men?"

"Especially when you're a slut for other men. Your pleasure is my only pleasure."

"Such a good boy." she said, before telling me the rest of her story. Two girls giving a head for Dylan until they made him cum. Megan swallows all the load and they start making out while Dylan gets himself together for the second round. Then, they bent in front of him and he fucks them taking turns for a while until Ellie decides to ride him. Then, Megan takes him, and Ellie sits on Dylan's face while he's in Megan, and girls make out in that position. Finally, Dylan wants to cum, Ellie lays down to let him cum all over her body, while Megan was licking her pussy.

I was rock hard, and afraid of even touching my penis when they were done.

"Did you like my story?" she asked.

"It was amazing, thanks Ellie."

"Do you want to cum?"

"Desperately."

"Megan, sweetie, should we let him?"

"Mmmm. I don't think so."

They laughed together before the line went silent.

I had a wet dream that night. I was fucking Megan.

...

Ellie was very happy when she returned from the Christmas break. She spent time with family, caught up with friends, had a nice day having sex with Dylan and Megan... And even though she had such a busy schedule, she didn't forgot her little slave.

After a very early flight, she was napping on the sofa while I was emptying her luggages. Then I suddenly heard her voice, asking me to bring her backpack. I grabbed her orange Kanken backpack, and made my way into the living room. After handing her the bag, I instinctively got on my knees, at the end of the sofa, right next to her feet. I found myself longing to worship her feet after spending the entire christmas break away from them, but did not attempt without orders. She reached to her bag without getting up, pulled up a small gift box and handed it over to me.

"Megan sent you a gift babe. I'm sure you'll love it."

I slowly unwrapped the box, trying to figure out what's inside. It was a black box, slightly bigger than my hand. There were big scarlet letters on it, spelling "MANCAGE 5000". Inside, there was a weird metal thing looking like a limp dick. Ellie's voice was still cracking a little bit from napping:

"It's called chastity cage, apparently. And you'll lock your little dick in it from now on."

"Ellie I'm not sure this is a good idea."

"Come again?"

"How it supposed to work? I mean, is it even safe to use? I don't want to damage my penis. Is it really necessary?"

"Well, yeah it's necessary. It's even perfect for you actually. You aren't supposed to jerk off, you agreed and promised for it. And this thing will make sure that you don't cheat me anymore."

I raised my eyes from the device and looked at her immediately. I panicked to got caught red-handed, but she didn't seem like she was bothered.

"I knew that you are being naughty sometimes, do you think I'm stupid to not realise it? Who can resist their urges that well? But don't worry I know that you're doing your best but and I'll let it go for this time. You can thank me later. But also there is always room for improvement, and this looks like the perfect solution. We were talking about you with Megan after I called you, and I told her that you'll probably jerk off right after we hung up, and she asked why don't I put you in a chastity cage. And voila! I didn't even know such a thing exists! There will be no more monkey business pinky, and it only means that you'll even be a better slave for me."

"But how does this even work? I mean, how am I supposed to pee in it? How can I sleep in it? It's like stainless steel, wouldn't it damage something? How long it'll stay?"

"Honestly, I don't know the answer for most of these questions too, but we will figure out together. And it's basically going to stay on until I say otherwise. I looked it online, it's fine to use it long term. No real harm except shrinkage and I don't see this as a problem anyways. But don't worry I'm not that cruel, I'll definitely release you once in a while. But you might have to work harder." she chuckled. "You'll have one of the keys in case of an emergency but there must be some number tags in there as well, so I'll check if you ever take it off. And you better have a reason if you do. Understood?"

"I don't know. I'm really not into this thing."

"Oh god Pinky... why are we still pretending that you have a say?" She was clearly sick of my attitude. She raised herself, and told me to bow. I immediately followed her order, and put my face on the floor in front of her. She placed one of her naked feet on top of my head, and crossed her legs. My face was being squeezed between the floor and Ellie's naked feet.

"You have a say over only one thing; to stay or leave. You can leave any moment. But if you stay, you'll do whatever I say. And I dont' see you going anywhere soon."

"I'm sorry." I mumbled.

"Now, if I have to remind you again here you go; you are my slave. I own you, I own your little dick and I make the rules here. The first rule we had is that you'll stay pussyfree for me, no matter what. You will never ever taste how a pussy feels like. And you only get to cum when I let you. And it won't be for your enjoyment. Think of it like a maintenance job. And I'm the one who decides when it happens. I don't want you to think about your own amusement when you're under my control. So, you will be caged. Is everything clear?"

"Yes Ellie."

"Good boy."

I stood in my position for a while, my face pressed hard on the ground under her feet. Until she let me go. When I raised my head, she was holding the cold steel cage on her hand.

"Come on, put it on now." she said before throwing the cage towards me.

I wanted to go to the bathroom to put it on, but Ellie stopped me and ordered me to put it on in front of her. I checked the instructions quickly. There was a big steel ring that was supposed to go behind my balls, and the cage was locked onto it with my penis trapped inside. It took me a while to figure out how to fit, and it was clearly rather small for me. But eventually I managed to put my penis inside its new cozy home, and locked it up.

Ellie was having too much fun. She was laughing at how I struggle to fit in, how I tried to squeeze my pretty aroused dick small enough to fit into the cage.

"It's so cute!" she cried when I'm done and told me to come closer. Then, she grabbed my balls, and took a photo of my dick. "She'll love to see it!" I assumed it was Megan. Thinking of being humiliated in front of someone else was turning me on this time, and I felt my tiny penis pushing its steel cage hopelessly. I couldn't get hard.

She typed something on her phone for a while before raising her eyes:

"You're really an amazing slave Pinky, I'm glad to have you. And one more thing; we'll go on a holiday together with Dylan and Megan this Easter. And you'll come with us too to run errands for us. So don't make any plans for easter!" she laughed.

I had a lot of questions about that holiday, but I couldn't dare to ask. Instead I just said "of course, that sounds fun." before she dismissed me and asked me to make a coffee.

"Don't put on your pants back! I want to see your cage the entire day!" she shouted at me when I was on my way to the kitchen.

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Before moving on with the story I want to give more details about my experience with chastity cage.

First of all, it's super uncomfortable especially during the first week. It reminds its presence the entire time, even when I wasn't turned on. The weight of the metal was putting a pressure on my balls and I was really worried at first, but I did some online research and convinced myself that the chance of a structural damage is pretty low. And I never complained about it afterwards.

The maintenance is also super hard. Especially peeing in one is a real pain, as it splashes everywhere, covers your dick with pee residue etc. And no more using urinals in public places. I always had to sit down and cover my dick with some toilet paper before going to pee. And I tried to wash it with water over the cage as often as possible. But the feeling of covered with pee stood with me. And I think Ellie shown me mercy on that and agreed to take it off every night before going to bed for a proper cleanup. I mean, every night where Ellie was around, if not, I had to wash myself over the cage. It was a supervised quick wash-off before cage goes back on straight away. Minimal touches to my dick.

For the releases, she knew that I had to be released and cum every once in a while. But she wanted to make it as long as possible. And finally she decided that we'll start with one week, and from there every time it'll be one day longer. And eventually settle in a month. But it was purely for "maintenance" and I wasn't supposed to have fun, so it should be quick, I had to show her that I'm trying to cum as quickly as possible. Also I must always, no matter what, must cum while I worship her feet. Entire time I was uncaged, either my lips or my tongue must be touching her feet. She specifically told me that she wanted to rewire my brain and condition me like one of the Pavlov's dogs.

And guess what, it worked amazingly! It was already working even before the cage, but after being caged up my obsession for her feet grew even stronger. I was finding myself daydreaming about her feet quite often. And every time my dick was pushing hard against its cage hopelessly.

For the rest of the story, you can assume that my cage was on whatever happens, as I was caged 99% of the time anyways.

Anyways, let's talk about more fun stuff now. I'll tell you the story of the most humiliating thing I had to do so far.

...

A week or so after I put on my cage for the first time, Ellie wanted to throw a party in our place to celebrate the new term. It was going to be the first time I get to see almost all our common friends together after we officially broke up with Ellie. I thought people were getting used to the idea of us being an ex-couple living together as roommates. But I also knew that many people were finding it odd. Especially my own friends. Several people tried to have a "candid conversation" with me, trying to see if I'm doing well or about to have a major mental breakdown, and I assured everyone that I'm doing very well.

But for that party, things got a little out of hand.

I was, obviously, in charge of all preparations while Ellie was out. The invite was for 7pm, and she was out with Ava until 6pm. They came in just before people showing up, barely enough for them to get prepared. Ava was teasing me all the time, but Ellie urged her to keep it low while people are around. She reluctantly agreed but I wasn't sure how she'll act once she's drunk. And I didn't know either she knew about my cage or not. Ava could be quite tactless sometimes, especially when she was drunk and I was afraid that she could spill the beans. So I had to be in alert the entire night to avoid such a thing. Although it didn't keep her to play "fetch" with me: They were putting up their make-up when Ellie called my name. Then, she asked me to "fetch" a make-up brush from her bag. I got the brush and was about to hand it over when Ava interrupted:

"She told you to fetch, get down on all fours and do it properly pinky!"

I was confused, but I saw Ellie laughing and knew that she liked the idea. So I had to obey. I got on all fours and carried the brush with my mouth. Then, I was about to leave the room but Ava threw a make-up sponge and told me to fetch. Ellie laughed again:

"You're so silly."

"Come on girl you have your own private slave and you don't even enjoy it! Chop chop pinky!"

I obediently picked up the sponge with my mouth, and carried it back to Ava on all fours. The dusty feeling lingered on my mouth for a while. But I got a pet on my head, and a "good boy", which felt good.

Ava and Ellie treated me not too bad around other people, but I was obviously in charge of everything, trying to frame it as being a "good host", and had several conversations with people about how good we're pulling this "exes living together" thing.

After many drinks, people starting to get pretty drunk and I saw that Ellie was getting closer with a guy, Martin. He was a friend of a friend who's studying in a different college in the same city. He wasn't one of the usuals but he was hanging out with us from time to time. Martin was a handsome, honey-tongued guy with a toned body. He was generally pretty nice guy, but him getting closer with Ellie was making me incredibly nervous. I kept watching them with the corner of my eye. They were sitting next to each other on the sofa, and getting closer every passing second. At some point, I saw that his arm was on Ellie's shoulder. Shortly after, they were kissing.

It was late in the night and half of the people were already left, but the remaining crowd was big enough to make it a big scene once everyone noticed what's happening and they all started cheering. Ellie and Martin separated from each other, giggling and blushing. I couldn't help myself to think that she's the cutest when she has that nice pinkish color on her cheeks. But it was weird; having everyone around, watching my girlfriend (well, my ex-girlfriend) kissing a guy in front of them, having to stand there and pretend that I don't care, watch them getting handsy... Then suddenly, Ellie grabbed Martin's hand and led him to her bedroom. Right in front of everyone. Right when I was serving drinks to people. I was hurt, once again.

Soon after everyone was left. I didn't even notice that Ava was gone too until I was alone in the living room all by myself, with all the trash, glasses, bottles, food scrapes around me. I knew that I had to clean everything by morning. Right when Martin was fucking the love of my life in the next room.

I did what a good slave should do, and made sure that everything was sorted before I go to bed.

....

Martin started frequenting our place after that night. I couldn't dare to ask Ellie whether they're officially together, until after their fourth night in our place. She laughed at me and said that they're just having fun and she's not looking for a relationship at all.

The word obviously got out and on several occassions my friends asked me how am I doing, how do I feel about this situation and if I'm OK or not. I always acted super cool and said that I don't mind, as we're not together anymore. But one of my closest friends openly confronted me after a while, saying that I'm acting like a "cuck" and should not put up with it. I tried to reply back, but it turned into a full-blown quarrel. Slowly, was being alienated by my friends. Towards the end of the semester, I was almost completely alone. But I didn't care at all. All I care was Ellie.

I was also learning to live with a chastity cage. Ellie was letting me out as we agreed to jerk off and clean up myself and I was grateful. I was usually even less frustrated than I was used to before. She was treating me very well. Also, she was very careful around Martin. We obviously had to hang around together at home from time to time, and I was usually in charge of all cooking and cleaning, but she never openly ordered me around while Martin is present. I was serving her as usual when he's not around.

But, it all changed in one night. That night, the most humilating thing happened to me.

.....

That night, I was busy with some of Hazel's assignments while Ellie and Martin was hanging around in their bedroom. Ellie's voice snapped me out of my focus on the papers in front of me. I jumped from where I sit and made my way to their room. It's weird, I thought. She never invited me to their room before. I knocked the door hesitantly, making sure that I'm really being called for. Then I heard Ellie's voice again:

"Come in Pinky!"

Being terrified of what I'm about to see, I slowly opened the door. Martin was lying on the bed covered under sheets, Ellie was right next to him face-down and naked. The faint sweaty smell hanging on the air was making it obvious that they just had sex. I felt my penis pushing its cage like nothing before. She was looking outworldly sexy. Her hair was a mess, a hint of sweat was making tiny strains of hair sticking to her forehead. Her perfect ass was in the best shade of pinkish white. Also, her feet were sticking out from the bed, crossed on top of one other. Soft, smooth, silky and beautiful as ever. The scene in front of me was irresistible. With the corner of my eye, I saw Martin's smuggish smile. He was sitting up, resting his back on the bedhead. His lower-body was covered under the sheets. Ellie's pretty face was resting on his thigh.

I felt jealousy in somewhere very deep in my chest after a very long time. Listening about her adventures, having to look at her after-sex photos, preparing her for dates, bathtub worships after dates... I was used to all of that shit. But seeing her freshly fucked body, her ecstatic face, next to the guy who fucked her made me want to puke. I was desperate.

I stood frozen on the door.

After a brief pause, I heard Ellie:

"Pinky, lick my feet clean." followed immediately by Martin's laughter.

I couldn't move. I didn't know what to do. My brain was telling me not to, but all my instincts were shouting at me to get down on my knees and obey the woman I worship. My mouth went dry.

"Go on!" I heard her voice for the second time. They were watching me with penetrating eyes. It was the first time she was making me do such a thing in front of another man. And it was in the most humiliating way.

Momentarily, I remembered Ellie's words from the day she handed me down the chastity cage:

"You have a say over only one thing; to stay or leave. You can leave any moment. But if you stay, you'll do whatever I say. And I dont' see you going anywhere soon."

I knew that I wasn't going anywhere soon. I swallowed my pride -yet again, got on my knees, approached to the bed, and started to get close to her feet. I was avoiding eye contact with them. But then I noticed something; her feet was covered with a slimy, white gunk. It was cum. Martin's cum. I tried hard, but couldn't hold myself off from retching badly. I was almost going to puke, not from jealousy but from disgust this time. I was shocked.

"But Ellie, it's...."

"What?"

"It's disgusting!"

"WHAT!" she raised her voice.

"You're not gonna do it then?" It was Martin this time. As the question came from him, I replied more confidently, and flatly:

"No."

Then, Martin started laughing hard. It wasn't something I expected. I looked at his joy for a second, before I turned my eyes back to Ellie. Her eyes glowed with anger. She was fuming. She turned her body around, and switched to lying on her back. I heard Martin's voice again:

"I KNEW IT! I WON!"

Then, Ellie started slapping my face with her cum-covered feet. It was disgusting, I wanted to gag so bad, but I kept my stance. My face was covered with cum all over now, she was slapping me with her soles, running her toe on my lips, my eyes, my ears... everywhere. Only after many slaps, she stopped and told me to open my mouth. I opened wide, and she shoved her feet in:

"How dare you to disobey me you little shit? When did you become so brave? Did you really think that you can get away with it? Fuck that, I was just gonna stop you if you obeyed but now you're gonna lick every last drop. Fucking stupid brat!"

She was genuinely annoyed. I couldn't reply as my mouth was busy with sucking the salty residue from her toes. Switching occassinally between her feet, she made me suck every last drop for next 10 minutes, with occasional verbal insults. When she was done, she dismissed me by simply pushing me away with her feet. Right before I left the room, she told me do not dare to wash my face.

Martin was astonished.

...

The next morning, while they're having the breakfast I prepared, I got to learn the story of the previous night. Obviously there were hints about the nature of our status with Ellie, and Martin was smart enough not to miss them. He confronted Ellie and pushed her to confess, and she finally gave up and told him everything. Then, Martin didn't believe her, saying that foot fetish and femdom are understandable but there's no way I'm going that low. One thing led to another and Ellie told him that I'd do whatever she says no matter what. Martin came up with the idea of licking her feet, Ellie was up for challenge and agreed on the bet. And she indeed was thinking about stopping me before I actually lick Martin's cum from her feet. But then, once I disobeyed her she got angry and wanted to punish me on the spot.

As she lost the bet, she was now supposed to give Martin a special blowjob, while he's playing FIFA online with his friends. It was going to take at least two hours and she was not allowed to be busy with anything else than his cock and balls for the entire time. And, she was supposed to swallow in the end. Martin was teasing her, saying that she needs to improve her technique to keep him on the edge for two hours.

So, Ellie was going to worship a guy's cock for two hours straight, while he's playing video games. And it was pretty much my mistake. She never gave an oral to me, even when we were together, and before everything started. Not even once. But now, just after knowing this guy for a couple weeks she was going to literally worship his cock for two hours straight. Another pain right in my stomach.

I dared to ask what was for her if she'd win, but she told me to shut up and fuck off. She was still annoyed with me. Martin, on the other hand, was overjoyed obviously for the occassion.

Martin bragged about that cock-sucking session several times, but I didn't get to see how it happened eventually. Ellie was visiting his place once in a while too, and I assume that in one of her visits she sucked Martin for two hours straight, while he just played game with his online friends.

....

Martin started to frequent our place even more often after that night. He tried to order me around too several times, but Ellie made it clear that I'm her slave, and not his. So he kept his distance from me. But I still get to do simple stuff for that guy occassionally, like laundry. Or I was finding myself kneeling in front of them, worshipping Ellie's feet while they watch a TV. Then, they would start getting handsy. I would saw Martin grabbing Ellie's breasts casually before they start kissing. Then, I'd get a push on the face and leave the room. I would left with muffled sounds of them getting on while my pathetic penis tries to push its cage desperately.

Fortunately, They broke up after a month or so. I never learned the actual reason but Ellie didn't care much and moved on. I was afraid for a while that he'll ruin my life but just spilling the beans, but as I said before he never did. He pretty much disappeared from our friend cycle.

Also, I was still doing pretty much all of Hazel's homework and visiting Ava's house once in a while for cleaning and serving duties. As I told before, Ellie was annoyed at her at some point as Ava was getting a little too possessive about me. I never get to learn what happened between them but Ava was less "bossy" around me. But it doesn't mean that she was nice, she was definitely meaner than Ellie. And of course, she eventually learned about my chastity cage as well. That made her even meaner, and she started teasing me badly. I was serving her butt-naked at that point as she wanted to see my "misery". And she was also getting more and more comfortable around me. She was walking around in her underwear, teasing me saying that I should be punished for "not getting hard for her", as if it was my choice. And to be fair, she had a great body. And one day, after I was done with my duties she ordered me to "worship her as I worship Ellie". I got on my knees immediately, slowly started kissing her arches, making my way towards her toes, sucking them one by one. And then I saw her sliding her hand inside her panties. I kept going on, and watched her masturbating slowly. We both got more and more eager, more and more ecstatic until she orgasmed intensely. It was the first time I made someone else than Ellie orgasm. I was proud of myself, and also very very upset about my chastity cage.

In another instance, my release day and Ava's day coincided. Before heading to her place, I asked Ellie about my release and she told me that Ava is in charge, so she should be taking care of that. But, when I tried to brought up the topic, Ava simply dismissed me and said that my release day is cancelled "just because". No matter what I do, I was never able to impress Ava.

.....

Then, Easter break arrived.