Since this is my first story, I would like to introduce myself to my readers. This story is not about my closest friend Naina and my slave Abhijit. So let me start with some introductions.
I am 29 years old, happily married, with a 4-year-old child. I work as a teacher in a private school. My sex life with my spouse is very satisfactory. But since I wanted it to be more than satisfactory, I set out to find a sex slave for myself.
Oh yes, I forgot to tell you that I am very dominant in real life. My job also demands the same. Finding a real slave in today’s ‘kalyug’ is not an easy task. After creating various profiles on various websites and spending several months, I finally found Abhijit in July 2020. He works as a freelance management consultant.
Everything about this story is REAL. So, Abhijit has been under my training for nearly 2 years now and has become fairly trained as my slave. I was sharing my slave with one of my friends Naina. She was super excited to know how well I had trained it.
I would like to think of my slave as an object which exists solely for my enjoyment and pleasure. I was completely surprised when Naina asked me if she could borrow my slave for one day. I politely but firmly rejected her request.
I thought of my slave as an object and shared my things with my friends. But why was I hesitant to share my slave?
Usually, I am very excited on days when I have to be served by slave Abhijit. But on one such day, I got caught up in some family work and could not meet him. I was planning on texting Abhijit to cancel. But I got a call from Naina for some normal thing.
I told her the truth, and she again asked if she could use Abhijit for that day instead of cancelling. Only half-heartedly, I said yes. Next, I called my slave and ordered him that my best friend Naina would be using him today. She must be served to the best of the slave’s ability, or there would be consequences.
So this is how the story begins. Naina reaches the designated hotel room. My slave Abhijit is eagerly waiting, wearing a bathrobe and red underwear, ready to serve her. The rest of the story has been narrated to me by Naina. However, I have just typed it out for you so that it will be in the first person.
This is her version of how the day progressed.
I (Naina) checked into the reception after giving my id. Nupur had informed the hotel that I would be checking in instead of her. So getting up to the room was no problem. The slave had already checked in. As I knocked on the door, it was opened by slave Abhijit (a middle-aged man maybe in his 40’s).
Abhijit immediately begged me to give him my bag pack, which I carried on my shoulders. He ushered me to sit on the couch while he kept my bag safely inside a large drawer. He immediately offered me a glass of water and knelt at my feet.
He bowed by keeping his head on my feet, kissed me on the big toes and said, “Ma’am, please train me to please you.” I had butterflies in my stomach. Was all this real, or was I transported into some imaginary world? Do real slaves exist anymore? All this was happening without my uttering a single word.
Next, Abhijit lifted his head and asked me, “Ma’am, you must have travelled from a long distance. Would you like to get refreshed?” I was still very zapped and could only nod my head in the affirmative. The slave took my consent. He carefully removed the denim and underwear I was wearing.
He folded them neatly and kept both in the wardrobe. He also asked for my consent if I would like to take off my shirt. Once again, all I could do was nod. Words were not coming out of my mouth. The shirt was also neatly hung inside the wardrobe.
The slave sat at my feet with his open mouth, barely touching my private parts. After a few moments, the slave said, “I am ready, ma’am. Please pee in my mouth.” I was completely shocked. Nupur had told me that she always used her slave as a human toilet. But I could not imagine all this was happening to me.
This slave was so obedient and devoted that I could sit on my couch and relieve myself. I wanted to pee, but it would just not come. After waiting a long time, I started peeing, and there was a lot of it. To my great surprise and delight, the slave drank every single drop.
There was a lot of it because it was so early in the morning. Once I was done, the slave did not remove its mouth and kept using its tongue on me till I had my very first orgasm of the day. My tensed muscles eased out a lot after this much-needed orgasm.
Well, this was not the first time I had used what my friend Nupur had. I have a list of things in my mind that I used and returned and many that are yet to be returned. My mind sprouted with the idea — what if I keep this slave with me and never return him?
I was certain that this would not be possible. Hence this was the only time I had to cherish the opportunity of owning a slave. All the weird and widest fantasies rolled around my mind, and I wanted to do a lot. The idea of slapping on the face is something that makes me wet instantly.
I was already on the verge of pleasure as the slave was exceptionally good with his tongue. He knew how to find the right spot with the right amount of pressure and moves. But I wanted to go ahead and make my kink of slapping a reality.
As he was already on the ground, I did not want to make any efforts in using my hands to slap the slave. I was already becoming a master and lazy too. Wasn’t it the effect of an intense orgasm I had with his tongue?
I ordered him to slap his face using my feet. I could see that he was shocked to get this as a reward for giving an amazing oral. But he had been trained well by Nupur. In a fraction of a second, this shock vanished. The slave was slapping himself with the sole of my right foot.
Adding on to the excitement and surprise, he thanked me and counted after every slap. The ‘Thank you, ma’am,’ were so encouraging that I felt like going on and on. It had a different rhythm and let out small streaks of current all over the body. I was feeling so powerful, almost like a queen or a goddess.
After 21 strokes, I asked the slave to stop. He immediately started the ritual with my left foot this time. A small part of me also started feeling guilty. But the power and excitement were so much that no words came out of my mouth.
After 21 more strokes on his right face using my left foot, I finally asked him to stop. My hands now had a tingling sensation. I asked the slave to take out the string holding his bathrobe. I used this to tie the slave’s hands behind his back. I made him kneel at my feet in Vajra Asana.
People practising Yoga would understand the pose better. For the other, there is always a google search. I slapped the slave hard on the left cheek using my right hand. It felt so so good. Then I repeated the slap with the same hand with even greater force.
The slave was unable to count, and after about 10 slaps, the slave started crying. The tingling feeling was now happening on my left hand, and I changed sides. I do not remember the count, but the slave now had tears rolling down both eyes. I stopped after 2 more slaps on its right cheek.
I asked the slave to lie down on the corner of the L-shaped couch. I opened and tied the hands again. But this time at the top of the head instead of behind. I took out 3 condoms and put them on the slave one after the other. The idea was to slow him down so that he feels nothing while I get to have all the fun.
Once this was accomplished, I got on top of the slave in a cowgirl position and had my second orgasm. I ordered the slave to tell me if he was close to his orgasm. I would stop and move out completely as soon as he told me. The next time, I went into reverse cowgirl position and had my next orgasm.
And finally, the last one again in the cowgirl position. The slave was in a spin by now and was begging me but could not speak a whole sentence. This way, I could have 3 more powerful orgasms while the slave was still very horny. I was feeling a bit tired and asked the slave to give me a massage.
I had a glass of water and ordered breakfast before crashing onto the bed. The slave quickly came out with Figaro olive oil as instructed by Nupur and started by massaging my back. I began to feel so relaxed that it was almost like being in heaven. No words can describe how I was feeling at this moment.
Let me share a little secret with all my fellow domme here. If you want to be served well by your slave, leave them horny. A horny slave is several times better than any other. The slave then moved on to massage each of my legs and then shoulders.
I do not know when I fell asleep, but I am pretty sure the massage lasted at least an hour. A knock on the door woke me up. I covered myself in the blanket and asked the slave to handle it. Breakfast was here. Once the breakfast was all set on the table, I wore a bathrobe.
I sat down on the couch to have my omelette and mixed paratha along with a cappuccino. The slave was sitting cross-legged at my feet. I started punching and pushing the toes of my feet into his balls. The slave moaned and jumped a little.
But I kept digging deeper with my toenails until he finally screamed and said, “Red!” (This is the safe word). I had to stop as per the agreed rules. This was explained to me by Nupur earlier before coming here. It was indeed empowering.
Once I had eaten one omelette and half a paratha, I gave the same plate to the slave. I asked him to squat down and hold the plate for me. I quickly added some of my precious pee on the plate and into the cup of cappuccino. I asked the slave to now finish the leftover coffee and paratha.
It was a delightful and powerful sight indeed. The food made me feel energetic again to continue with the rest of my opportunity to own a slave for a day. He was truly a submissive slave to his mistress.
If you all like this true story so far, give me a thumbs up. I will write about how Naina spends the rest of the day with my slave Abhijit.
Thanks for reading. If any of you fellow readers want to share my slave or have any comments, feel free to write to me at [email protected].