Faithfully Serving Mistress

"I'll be home soon, slave. It has been a long and stressful day. Be ready to de-stress me."

The message was short and simple, but I knew what to do. I made sure that everything in the living room was tidied up and that dinner was laid out on the table. Then, everything in place, I went to kneel by the door to await my mistress.

I was naked, of course. Mistress only allowed me to put on clothes when I had to leave the house to buy groceries or run errands for her. I positioned myself off to the side of the front door, where my naked body would not be visible to the neighbors or other passers-by outside the apartment. No need to cause unnecessary rumors or neighborhood drama for Mistress to deal with.

After a few minutes, I heard Mistress's car pull up into the driveway. My penis involuntarily began hardening in anticipation, and I sat up straighter, ready to greet my Mistress. I truly enjoyed serving Mistress. Out of all of the masters and mistresses to which I had given myself in servitude over the past few years, Mistress was by far the kindest. She was stern and deMelelng, but she was not needlessly cruel, and she was liberally forthcoming with her praise and rewards for faithful service.

The front door swung open and Mistress stormed in, slamming the door behind her and dropping her purse and keys to the floor. Her long, brunette hair was done up in a professional but attractive bun, and she was wearing an expensive woman's business suit. Mistress was in her late thirties, and her rapid rise to the position of partner in her law firm was a testament to her capableness and dedication to her craft.

I began to bow in greeting, but she caught my head with both hands before I could lower it to her feet. Without a word, she hiked up the skirt of her business suit and roughly buried my face into her crotch. She had removed her panties in the car, I assumed, if she had worn any at all that day.

Taking her queue, I enthusiastically began devouring her pussy, running my tongue up and down her slit and sucking at her clit. She put one foot up on the footstool by the door and put both hands on the back of my head, holding my head in place as she began grinding against my face with grunts and sighs. I placed my hands on her buttocks and pulled her more tightly into me, allowing my face to be used for her gratification. It was difficult to breathe with both my nose and mouth buried in her slit, and I had to catch quick breaths whenever I could, but I didn't mind. My mistress's satisfaction was the most important thing in the entire world at that moment, more important even than air.

After several minutes, Mistress let out a small scream as she began to climax. She rubbed herself vigorously up and down my mouth as she rode out the intense orgasm. Finally, with a last shudder, she released my head. I immediately bowed my head to the floor before her.

"Welcome home, Mistress. Thank you for using this humble servant of yours for your pleasure," I said into the carpet.

"You never disappoint, Slave," Mistress purred approvingly. She stroked my hair as I sat up, beaming at her praise. "There are several boxes of documents in the trunk of my car, slave. While I shower, get dressed and bring them into the house. I still have lots of work to do tonight, unfortunately."

"Yes, Mistress," I said at once as I picked up her purse and keys from the floor and hung them on their hooks. "I'm sorry that you have had such a stressful day and that you have so much work ahead of you still. I will do everything in my power to ease your stress, if you allow me to."

Mistress let out a throaty laugh. "Believe me, Slave, you've already done wonders for my stress." She walked off toward her bathroom, unbuttoning her shirt as she went. Before disappearing around the corner, she added in a seductive voice, "But I'm sure I can put you to use in making the work a bit less tedious."

While Mistress showered, I cleaned my face off in the kitchen sink and straightened my hair. Then I threw on the set of clothes I kept near the front door and went out to bring in the several boxes of cases and statutes that were in her trunk. I placed them next to Mistress's desk, which was pushed up against one wall of the small living room. Then, I went to light some candles for Mistress's dinner and uncork a bottle of her favorite wine.

She emerged from the bathroom in only a pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt, her hair in a loose ponytail. She had removed her contacts, and she wore her glasses. She sat down to eat the potatoes au gratin, steak, and mixed salad that I had prepared for her. She ate voraciously as always, since she tended to work right through her lunch break. I stood dutifully beside her chair, keeping her wine glass full. As she ate, I admired her casual beauty. To me, Mistress was the most beautiful woman imaginable, even dressed casually, even while she ate. Her power and prestige in the city's biggest law firm added to the intoxicating aura of power and authority that she carried with her at all times, even at home.

While she ate, Mistress regaled me with complaints about her co-partners, the bungling associate attorneys who were supposed to be making her job easier, and the obstinate district court judge before which she had appeared earlier that morning. She rubbed her temples in annoyance as she recounted details of the workload that awaited her that evening, and I recognized the signs of a headache coming on for her. Without being asked, I put down the bottle of wine and dutifully took my place behind her chair to begin massaging her scalp. She closed her eyes and enjoyed my skillful massage in silence for several minutes.

"What would I do without you, Slave?" she muttered affectionately. I blushed at the comment. "Oh, one more thing. I got word from my real estate agent today. The purchase of the house went through. We can move in in two days! Say goodbye to this crammed old apartment!"

I expressed congratulations for the fantastic news. For the past two years, Mistress had lived in this small apartment in the city, not out of a lack of money, but because of its proximity to her firm. Now, she had finally decided to start enjoying some of the significant income that her profession provided, and she had purchased an impressive luxury home in the mountains with a beautiful view of the valley below. She often expressed her excitement at the prospect of having a yoga studio and gym in her home, as well as the jacuzzi built into the patio overlooking the valley.

She enjoyed my massage for a few more minutes. Then, she heaved a sigh, got up from the table, walked over to her desk, and began pulling out documents from several of the boxes. As she worked, I quickly washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. Then, I prepared some of Mistress's favorite snacks. My chores done, I stood in my usual place against the wall with the platter of snacks, ready to proffer them to her upon request.

After an hour and a half of focused work, Mistress sighed and set her glasses on the desk so that she could rub her eyes. I stepped forward to offer the platter of snacks to her. Instead, she sighed, and said "I need a break. Slave, why don't you take care of Kitty? Slow style this time."

She scooted her office chair back a few inches to make room for me, opening her legs. She hitched up her T-shirt and removed her panties as I obediently set down the platter of snacks and crawled under her desk, taking my place between her legs. Rather than diving my face straight into her pussy like last time, I followed the slower routine that she enjoyed when there was time for it. I began by kissing her ankle, then her calf, slowly working my way up to her inner thigh inch by inch, kiss by kiss. She sighed in contentment and leaned back in her chair, eyes closed. Ever so slowly, I worked my way up until I was planting soft kisses on her vulva. I breathed in her intoxicating scents as I kissed, enjoying the experience as much as she was.

When my tongue finally flicked out and began running up and down her slit, a soft moan escaped her mouth. She twined her fingers through my hair, but she didn't shove my face in violently like last time. Instead, she gently but firmly held my head as I settled into a steady rhythm of licking around her clitoris. I took my time, not rushing to bring her to orgasm. Every time her breathing started to pick up and I knew she was getting closer to climax, I slowed things down and took a small break to kiss her vulva and thighs. I knew that Mistress loved when I built up the anticipation like this. Each time I took shorter and shorter breaks, slowly easing her towards orgasm. Finally, she let out a loud scream as waves of pleasure rippled through her body. I rode her orgasm, not speeding up or slowing down, but keeping my tongue at work at a steady pace against her clit until she finally breathed out a heavy sigh and slumped back in her chair, breathing hard.

She lay in her chair for several seconds, eyes closed. I quietly stood up, pleased with myself. As always, taking care of my Mistress so thoroughly gave me a rock hard erection, and I stood quietly with my throbbing shaft sticking straight out. Mistress opened one eye and noticed my state. Smiling, she sleepily murmured "Well done, Slave. You've earned a reward. You may take care of yourself."

Eagerly, I began shuffling off to the bathroom to masturbate. I hadn't taken two steps when Mistress spoke again. "No, Slave. Do it here. I like to watch you."

Obediently, I stopped where I was and began stroking my shaft eagerly. Mistress turned in her chair to watch me with a small smile on her face as I pumped my dick enthusiastically. As she watched me, her right hand drifted down to her own crotch, and she slowly began rubbing her clit. With the other hand, she began rubbing one of her breasts under her T-shirt. I knew from experience how sensitive Mistress's nipples were. Sometimes she could achieve orgasm with nipple play alone. She quietly rubbed herself steadily faster, matching my rhythm.

I was amazed at how she could be so eager for more stimulation so soon after orgasm, but she often did this while watching me take my hard-earned self-stimulation time.

The sight of Mistress rubbing herself while admiring my cock was more than I could withstand after having serviced her for so long. My muscles tensed, and I knew that I was about to cum. Since Mistress had not given me permission to fetch a rag or toilet paper, I placed my free hand in front of the tip of my dick to catch the incoming cum.

Mistress reached out and grabbed me with both hands by the hips. She quickly pulled me toward her and directed my cock into her mouth. Giving into the pleasure, I pumped squirt after squirt of cum directly into her mouth as she worked my cock with her plump lips. Finally spent, I shuddered as she ran her tongue up and down my cock, cleaning every last drop of cum.

When she finally released my cock from her mouth, I immediately sank to my knees before her, kissing her feet. "I am in awe of your generous gift, my Mistress. I am utterly unworthy of receiving such pleasure from your own body, but I humbly thank you." I knew from experience that gratitude and flattery were two of Mistress's favorite things to hear from her slave.

"It was well-earned, my pet," she said with satisfaction in her voice. "Now, you may go and attend to your other duties. I won't be long here." She turned back to her work, energized by our activities. I rose silently and left the room to go prepare breakfast for the next day and take care of my other chores.

The next day, while Mistress was at work, I boxed up her apartment. It wasn't difficult. Being a minimalist, Mistress didn't keep many belongings, and I made short work of filling the moving boxes. About mid-day, when I was sealing the last of the kitchenware boxes, I received a call from Mistress.

"I'll be leaving the office early today. Two of my friends from law school will be coming by to help us move my belongings to the new house," Mistress said. I knew that she had no obligation to inform me of her schedule, so this was her way of making sure that I knew to be fully dressed and to act like an informal acquaintance when her friends arrived. It would be up to her whether to disclose the real nature of our relationship to her guests or not, but until she did, I would play the role of a friendly neighbor, as I always did when company came by.

Mistress arrived at around three in the afternoon, accompanied by two women about her age. One had long, wavy blonde hair, and the other had shoulder-length brunette hair, a couple of shades darker than Mistress's short, professionally cut hair. Mistress was in her suit, having just come from the office. The other two women were wearing sweat pants and T-shirts, and had their hair up in ponytails, obviously ready to move some furniture. I was wearing casual gym attire, and I was busy dragging Mistress's desk to the living room when they arrived.

"So this is the guy, huh Rach?" said the other brunette. She looked me up and down curiously. The blonde behind her just giggled.

"Shh! Not yet, Kendra. Let me close the door first!" said Mistress, giving Kendra a playful shove. The three women stepped inside and Mistress closed the door behind them. Then she said, "Yes, girls, this is him. My slave. Slave, this is Kendra and Melanie. I filled them in on the nature of our arrangement on the car-ride over here."

Having no further need of pretense, I bowed formally to Mistress, then to her two guests, saying nothing. The blonde, who I supposed was Melanie, giggled again, while Kendra raised her eyebrows.

"Wow. He's well-trained, huh?" said Kendra, obviously not fully believing whatever Mistress had told her in the car.

"It's really true?

"If you don't believe me, you'll see for yourself soon enough," Mistress said, giving me a playful pat on the butt. Kendra seemed skeptical, but shrugged and walked past me to pick up a box in the living room. Melanie gave me a shy smile, then went to help Kendra.

I helped Mistress and her two friends load the moving truck. It didn't take long, since all of Mistress's possessions consisted of about a dozen boxes and some simple furniture.

When we were done, we closed up Mistress's old apartment, then set off to her new home up in the mountains. We entered an affluent neighborhood with street after street full of impressive houses that commanded breathtaking views of the valley below. At the end of one of these streets stood a house that looked small by comparison to its neighbors, though it was no less beautiful in style and location. I parked the van in front of the house, and we went in for a tour.

"Oh, Rach, this house is incredible!" gushed Kendra as soon as we stepped into the spacious living area. A beautiful woodburning marble fireplace dominated the center of the room, with space for couches around it on both sides. The house had an open plan, and the modern stainless steel kitchen was visible on the far side, close to an open area for a dining table. The glass doors and wide windows revealed a patio out back with an impressive view of the valley. The location of the house right on the edge of a steep hill meant that no neighbors' houses could see into the living area or onto the porch outside. Kendra squealed in delight when they saw that the patio also contained a spacious jacuzzi. "Let's unload all this shit quickly so we can jump in that jacuzzi!" she yelled.

We made quick work of emptying the van. When I came in with the last box full of cooking utensils, I closed the door behind me and headed toward the kitchen to start unpacking. Mistress stopped me as I was halfway across the living room.

"Slave, do you see a problem here? We're inside now, and the door is closed, and yet you're still clothed." She arched an eyebrow at me, pursing her lips in disapproval. Behind her, Kendra and Melanie gaped silently, eyes wide.

I immediately set down the box and dropped to my knees, enfolding Mistress's sneakered feet with my arms and planting kisses on the tops of her feet before saying "A thousand apologies, Mistress. I humbly ask for forgiveness for my forgetfulness. It shall not happen again." Then I stood up and, without a moment's hesitation, stripped naked. At the sight of me standing naked before them, Melanie almost choked, hand over her mouth in surprise, while Kendra giggled excitedly.

"You weren't joking about him!" Melanie finally gasped, looking me up and down thoroughly. Mistress merely smirked in response, then nodded toward the kitchen. I bowed again, then retrieved the box I was carrying and set off toward the kitchen.

"Does he really obey your every command, Rach?" Kendra asked Mistress. "Like, he takes care of everything for you? He cooks and cleans and everything?"

"I already told you he does, Kendra. You'll see it for yourself, since he's going to cook us dinner now," Mistress said, sinking onto the sofa with a contented sigh. I took that as my queue to start cooking.

Soon, I had a quick but delicious meal prepared. The women gathered eagerly around the table, and I served them one by one, of course starting with Mistress. As they began eating, I went to fish out a bottle of wine and some glasses from among the boxes in the kitchen. After serving the wine, I stood silently against the corner of the wall with the wine bottle, ready to step forward when any of them needed a refill, as was the regular protocol at Mistress's house. As they ate, I noticed that Melanie kept sneaking covert glances at my manhood. Kendra was not nearly as discrete, and practically stared openly as she sipped her wine. Their attention seemed to amuse Mistress, who observed their attention with a satisfied smirk.

When the meal was done, the women decided to test the jacuzzi. "Oh shit, I didn't bring my swimming suit!" said Kendra as they stood up from the table.

"Who cares!" said Mistress. "Let's just go naked. It's not like we've never seen each other naked before, and the patio isn't within sight of any of the neighbors' houses."

Kendra giggled and immediately pulled off her shirt and then her pink bra underneath, revealing an impressive set of perky breasts. Melanie hesitated for a moment, blushing as she glanced in my direction, then pulled her own shirt over her head as Mistress followed suit. Soon, three of the most gorgeous women I had ever seen in my life stood naked in front of me. I quickly looked down at the ground, not wanting to anger Mistress by looking at her friends' bodies, but my penis betrayed me. It grew stiff, protruding out in front of me, impossible to hide. The women, of course, noticed immediately.

"Holy shit, he's HUGE when he's hard!" Kendra gasped, provoking nervous giggles from Melanie.

"Yes, he really is," Mistress said. "And believe it or not, that's not even his best feature."

"What does THAT mean?" Melanie asked, not taking her eyes off of my throbbing member.

"If you're good, maybe I'll let you find out," Mistress said with a mischievous little laugh. "Now let's go to the jacuzzi before it gets cold out."

As they moved towards the sliding glass door, Mistress called over her shoulder to me. "Slave. After you've cleaned up dinner, bring us out some snacks and some more wine." I nodded respectfully, then got to work clearing the table as I watched the girls jump into the jacuzzi with excited laughter through the window.

After the kitchen was clean, I prepared a platter of snacks. Then, balancing the platter, a bottle of wine, and three glasses on a wooden tray, I stepped out onto the deck. The girls were lounging in the jacuzzi, admiring the breathtaking view and chatting. I respectfully stood against the wall of the house with the tray, waiting to be called upon.

"Slave, wine," Mistress said, holding her hand out toward me without looking in my direction. I deftly set down the tray, then approached her and placed a glass carefully in her hand. I had to lean awkwardly over the edge of the jacuzzi to reach where Mistress was seated in the middle of the jacuzzi, and I was painfully aware of how close my penis was to Kendra's hand as she lounged with her arm draped across the edge of the jacuzzi. As I poured the wine, I felt Melanie and Kendra's eyes on me. I tried my best not to glance down into the water, but I just couldn't help myself. As I finished pouring, I snuck a glance across the jacuzzi at Melanie's perfect breasts, barely under the surface of the water. As I had feared, Kendra noticed my furtive glance.

"Ooh, I think he likes, you, Mel!" she giggled. Melanie blushed, and I looked straight ahead at the wall of the house, preparing for a verbal reprimand from Mistress. None came.

Instead, I nearly jumped as I felt fingers stroke the shaft of my penis. I looked down and saw Kendra's fingers running along the length of my penis, swirl around the tip, then back down to the base. I wasn't commanded to move, so I remained standing where I was, helpless as my cock inevitably swelled to a full erection under the attention. Melanie blushed deeper, but she didn't take her eyes off of my member.

Mistress glanced to the side and noticed what Kendra was doing, but she just smirked and turned back to her wine, apparently unbothered by the sight. Kendra, emboldened by my erection, wrapped her fingers all the way around my shaft and began pumping it, slowly, up and down.

"Holy shit, Rach. This boy is starved for touch!" Kendra said to Mistress. "How long has it been since you took care of his needs?"

Mistress glanced at Kendra's hand stroking my cock, then shrugged and took another sip of wine. "I take perfectly good care of him, don't worry, girl," she said. "I know how to treat my slaves. If you satisfy their sexual needs too often, they become lazy and entitled. If you don't take care of them often enough, they grow restless. You have to strike the right balance to keep them manageable and productive."

"You mean he can't ever cum without your permission?" Kendra asked, her tone interested. Perhaps unconsciously, her grip tightened on my shaft, and she started pumping slightly faster. I suppressed a moan.

"Of course!" Mistress said, sounding as if Kendra had asked the most obvious question in the world. "I own every part of him. Nothing happens without my say so."

"So, how long has it been since you've made him cum?" asked Kendra. Her stroking continued to speed up. The contact felt so good after so long, and I was starting to grow worried that I wouldn't be able to stop myself from cumming. I wasn't looking forward to the punishment that would come from Mistress if I blew a load into the jacuzzi without her permission. I stole a glance at Melanie, and immediately wished I hadn't. Melanie's cheeks were flushed red and her eyes were fixed firmly on my cock getting pumped, and I could see through the water that she was stroking her pussy, perhaps unconsciously. The unbelievably erotic sight of her pleasuring herself almost drove me over the edge.

"Oh, he's about due for some relief, I suppose," Mistress said dismissively, taking another sip of wine. "But not here. Perhaps that will be his reward at the end of the night if he continues to serve us well. I'd suggest you take your hand away before he ruins our jacuzzi water."

Kendra snorted, but pulled her hand away. I took a deep breath, grateful that she had stopped just in time. On the other side of the jacuzzi, Melanie seemed to have realized what she had been doing. She pulled her hand away from herself and looked down at the surface of the water, blushing furiously. Her actions hadn't escaped Mistress's attentions, and a small, knowing smile grew across Mistress's lips.

"When we go back inside, would you like to see what he can do, Mel?" Mistress asked casually, as if proposing a certain restaurant where they could eat lunch.

Kendra let out a raucous peal of laughter, making Melanie blush even deeper, if that was possible.

"I'm serious! I know how long you've been single, Mel," Mistress said, her tone softening. "I really don't mind. He's really good, and you need this."

Melanie smiled at her friend, but before she could speak, Kendra said loudly, "Oh fine, you go first. But I call dibs after that!" She flicked the tip of my dick playfully, making me nearly drop the wine bottle I was still holding.

The women climbed out of the jacuzzi one by one as I held out their towels for them, trying not to let my eyes stray. Soon, they were seated on the living room couches with their glasses of wine, wrapped in their towels, as I started a fire in the fireplace. The previous owners had left a generous stock of wood in the basket next to the fireplace, and in no time I had a roaring fire warming up the huge room and creating a relaxing atmosphere.

"Slave, see to Melanie now," Mistress said. Obediently I turned, not even rising to my feet, and crawled toward Melanie, who watched me approach with eyes wide. She seemed nearly frozen, a nervous smile on her face, but she unwrapped her towel and hesitantly opened her legs as I approached. The sight of her perfect pussy before me made my dick immediately start growing again.

Without any specific instructions, I took the initiative in deciding how to approach my task. I performed the same slow, intentional routine on her that Mistress so enjoyed, planting kisses up the inside of Melanie's legs and slowly working my way towards her sweet spot. She quivered and let out an involuntary gasp as I finally reached her vulva and began running my tongue up and down her folds.

"Oh, he's good, I can tell already," I heard Kendra say to Mistress.

Melanie whimpered softly as I drew her clit between my lips, sucking softly. I lost myself in the task, working carefully and tenderly to ease her towards orgasm a bit at a time, relishing every shudder and moan that I extracted from her as a badge of accomplishment. Finally, after what felt like at least a quarter of an hour, her whole body shivered violently as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She moaned loudly, unable to contain her reaction.

After several seconds, she heaved a deep sigh and gently pushed my face away from her, breathing heavily. Before she could say anything, Kendra practically yelled "My turn, my turn! Get over here, slave boy!"

I looked to Mistress. She nodded, and said, "While they are here, obey any command that Kendra or Melanie give you as if they came from me, Slave." I nodded in acknowledgement, then crawled over to where Kendra sat forward on the couch, completely naked, legs already open. I eagerly buried my face into her pussy, and she leaned back on the couch, eyes closed, smiling.

Kendra's pussy tasted different from Melanie's. The musky flavor titillated my senses, and I dove into my work eagerly. I sensed that Kendra preferred a more direct approach than Melanie, so I attacked her clitoris vigorously with my tongue, alternating between swirling and flicking motions. My efforts were rewarded as she soon tightened her thighs around my head, moaning. She tangled one hand in my hair and held my head in place as she had an orgasm. Unlike Melanie, however, she didn't stop me as her orgasm ended, so I kept on going, working diligently. I was soon able to bring her to a second orgasm, and I was amazed at how much faster she seemed to finish than Mistress did.

Finally, Kendra opened her thighs and released my head, saying "Wow! That was incredible!" I took that as my queue, and respectfully backed away from her with a bow of my head. A combination of saliva and the girls' fluids dripped down my chin as I stood up to resume my place in the corner until called upon again. My cock was still rock hard, and it bobbed up and down as I stood up.

"Poor guy," Kendra said, looking at my raging erection. "He looks like he's desperately in need of a hand. After all of that, can I help him out, Rach?"

"Sure, go ahead," Mistress said with that satisfied smirk that I loved so much on her face.

Kendra got up onto her knees on the couch cushions and turned around, draping herself over the back of the couch and presenting her perfectly round ass toward me. "Come on, slave boy! Saddle up! It's time to ride!" she said, smiling seductively at me over her shoulder. I needed no further encouragement. Eagerly, I stepped forward and guided my throbbing cock into her pussy from behind. The sensation was almost more than I could stand after nearly an hour of servicing these angelic women. I began thrusting, letting ripples of pleasure wash over me as I enjoyed the tight warmth around my cock. After just a few dozen thrusts, I was already cumming uncontrollably, and a moan escaped my lips.

Finally, I withdrew my spent cock from her pussy, then fell to my knees and bowed deeply to her. "This humble servant thanks you profusely for your most generous gift," I said formally. Kendra laughed as she sat back down on her towel so as not to get my cum on Mistress's couch.

"Well, that was quite an evening," Mistress said with a chuckle. "You girls can sleep here tonight, if you'd like. There's plenty of space. Maybe tomorrow we can go for an early morning run. Then, when we get back, I can show you Slave's superb massage skills."

"You had me at massage!" Kendra said eagerly. Melanie nodded enthusiastically, a broad smile on her face as she looked at me and then back at Mistress. Inwardly, I looked forward to it almost as much as they did.