HER Slave

He was the third submissive she'd seen that day. The thirteenth since she'd locked me in this cursed box. Trapped in the small prison in the corner of her dungeon with barely space to move tired muscles. Forced to curl in darkness, until she opened a slot. If I was lucky my head poked out into fresh air and I gazed upon her beauty. More often I emerged into darkness and fumbled for the tube that fed me the waste that was my only sustenance.

The light blinded me and I squinted against it until my eyes adjusted. Time enough for her to jam the metal between my teeth than wrenched my jaw open, the hook that yanked hard on my nostrils and the thick band that held my head up and forwards.

She rested her arms on the edge of the box and it moved a little with her weight. Her mouth moved as she swilled and then she leant forwards and the box moved back. A strong mint flavour invaded my senses as she dribbled mouthwash. For a moment I thought I would drown, until my throat contracted and swallowed.

"What do you think to this one?"

Did I have a choice? Did I want one?

He was dressed in a spandex suit that clung to his portly body and turned his skin blue. Over his head was a thick leather hood that blocked out light and sound and plugged his mouth with a thick gag. His hands were locked behind his back in a thick leather sheath and I could tell from his height and the awkward shifts in his body he was balanced on unfamiliar heels.

There was a hole in the crotch of his suit, a small one through which small and hairless cock and balls protruded.

She pressed her naked body against his back and guided him forward until his thighs pressed on the box. Finger and thumb took a light hold on his small shaft, rocking back and forth. It flopped up and down in front of my face. Not yet imposing, yet threatening with what was to come.

Her free hand pulled at the pad covering one ear.

"I want you to cum, do you understand me, slave?"

He nodded.

"But not until Mistress says you can. Do you understand?"

Another nod and she pressed the pad back onto his ear.

She stroked and he started to grow. Faster when her free hand roamed across his chest, nails stroking flesh through the tight, smooth material. He jerked when she pinched his nipple with her nails, squirmed as she pulled and twisted.

And I watched his soft cock harden. Swell until she needed two fingers to tease it. Three. Her hand wrapped around it, stroking back and forth and her thumb teasing his engorged head. It dominated my focus, filled my vision as it moved back and forth. As his breathing deepened. His balls tightened.

"Do you want to cum?" she called into his padded ear.

He nodded.

I tried to shake my head, but the band held my head too tight. Terror filled me. Self-loathing. Disgust.

Then I saw her smiling lips and wide, excited eyes and I knew. I knew this was what I wanted. Not to have a man cum in my mouth like a human urinal but to degrade myself to please the woman I loved.

"Cum," she told him.

His first shot splashed against my nostril. His second and third landed squarely in my mouth. The fourth on my chin. Then she pushed him forwards and he slid along my waiting tongue and I licked him dry.

She pulled him back and unzipped the hood. A hot, red, sweaty face with messy hair and small, squinting eyes emerged. He took a moment to orient himself.

Please don't look at me, I pleaded with him.

He ignored me.

The same expression I'd seen a dozen times before. Mocking. Belittling. Reinforcing the truth that not only was I submissive to her, I was submissive to those who submitted to her. The absolute bottom of the pile. The lowest of the low.

"This is my slave," she told him, tugging at the laces holding the sheath around his arms.

His expression changed to jealousy.

Yes, I told him. HER slave. And when you've gone home and are wanking over the memories of your two hours with her, I'll still be here in my box, enduring whatever punishments she metes out to HER slave.