Chapter 5 - Servitude with Company
This chapter is devoted to the submission of Mistress Lotta's slave when they
are in the company of others, at home. It covers the initial test devised by
Mistress Lotta to test piglet's preparedness, without risking her undue
embarrassment, since the visitors were to be her intimate friends. They would
be understanding if the slave proved insufficiently well trained at this early
stage of his servitude. This session would also prepare the slave for the more
extreme forms of public humiliation he would be subjected to in the future,
especially when they were out of the home.
The evening planned involved slave piglet in greeting the guests, serving
dinner, providing sexual services, and performing a masturbation display for
them. There were to be three female guests involved, and after dinner they were
to play bridge, with slave piglet serving the dummy during each hand in any way
she chose. Since Mistress Lotta had decided that they would play twenty hands,
slave piglet was in for a busy time indeed. Mistress Lotta had requested that
her friends to co-operate in testing slave piglet by adding to his shame with
plenty of demeaning statements about him, and to ask many degrading questions he
would have to answer for them. She wished him to be subjected to as much
mortification and debasement as possible, to gauge his progress as the slave she
demanded that he be.
The guests were scheduled to arrive between six and six thirty. Slave piglet
was extremely excited, and yearned to please his owner by proving to be an
exemplary slave when exposed to her friends. He dressed his Mistress carefully
and she went to wait for her guests in her living room. Slave piglet then
attended to his own costume. He showered, and carefully shaved his body so that
not one unsightly hair marred his skin's smooth surface. He then made up his
face with pastel lipstick, subtle pink eye shadow and cheek blush. He inspected
his face in the mirror and flushed when he realised that it made quite a
beautiful sight.
Slave piglet then selected a pretty pink satin garter belt which he enclosed his
slender waist with, and smoothed light pink, silk stockings up his long legs,
attaching their tops to his garters. He then put on pink patent leather pumps
with six inch heels. Lastly he donned his chastity belt, working his large
smooth testicles through the elastic sided hole, one at a time, and flushing at
the erotic sight they made, bulging out from the supple pink leather of the
narrow crotch strap. he packed the soft tube of his well developed penis into
the pink leather cone, worked its thick, smooth head through the cone's hole,
and then locked it in place on the belt. Finally he drew the belt strap though
his buttocks and sighed with pleasure as the quite substantially sized dildo
stretched his tight anal pout and slid easily into the depths of his hot rectum.
He fixed the strap to the rear of the chastity belt and turned back to the
vanity table.
Slave piglet selected a bright pink lip gloss and, with consummate care, painted
his hard little nipples and the bulging head of his penis, protruding from the
apex of the cone trapping his penis. He stood up and pirouetted before the
mirror, inspecting his bizarrely clad body to ensure that it was perfect. He
flushed with pride at the erotic reflection that seemed to mock him and smiled
demurely. Oh how he loved his humiliation, longed for it, yearned to display
it, and adored Mistress Lotta for subjecting him to it so deliciously.
While slave piglet revelled in his bizarrely erotic body he was woken from his
sensual daze by the muted sound of the door chime. His heart fluttered with
awful anticipation, and his blood surged with adrenalin. The moment had
arrived. His expertise and devotion were about to receive their first real
test. He drew a deep breath, steeling his resolve to make Mistress Lotta so
proud of him that her pleasure would show, thus filling his heart with joy. He
rushed out of the bathroom, out of the bedroom, and down the passage to the
door. He peeped through the spy hole and saw that it was Mistress Desire, a
four foot six vision of loveliness, although a neck to ankle cape hid most of
her charms as she stood patiently waiting.
He slipped to his knees and reached out, with a trembling hand, to open the
door. As soon as it was open he spoke, voice tremulous but clear, "Welcome to
Mistress Lotta's home, Mistress Desire" The petite domatrix looked down at the
kneeling slave with a smile as she unclasped her cloak. "And who might you be?"
She asked, slipping the coat from her shoulders and handing it down to him. "I
am Mistress Lotta's personal slave, piglet, Mistress Desire." Slave piglet
replied, his flushed cheeks burning with shame. He hung the cloak, catching a
glimpse of the vision of beauty standing next to him.
As Mentioned before, the domatrix is small to the point of being tiny. This
does not mean, however, that she is not an extremely sensuous woman of great
beauty, she is. She was dressed in a pale purple erotic lingerie ensemble. A
skimpy satin halter top strained to contain the mounds of her lovely breasts, in
fact, showing most of the creamy skinned orbs off. Her waist cincher and hose
were of satin and silk and enhanced the beauty of her tiny waist and shapely
legs. Her shoes were highly polished purple leather with stiletto heels and her
sex was barely contained by a satin G string. The whole picture caused the
kneeling slave's heart to beat wildly, and his trapped penis stem to ache to
become stiff, which of course his chastity belt prevented it from doing.
"Has your Mistress taught you how to greet a visitor appropriately little
piglet?" Mistress Desire asked as slave piglet returned, being sure to keep his
eyes firmly caste below her waist. "Oh, yes, Mistress Desire!" The slave
cried. "Then do so now, slave." She rejoined. The slave crawled around behind
her and kissed each of her pencil thin heels. He then rose to his knees and
tenderly kissed each of the firm round cheeks of her magnificent bare bottom.
Slave piglet them crawled back around so that he was facing her, and bent to
kiss the toes of her pumps, and finally he raised his head and placed a soft
kiss on the satin patch that covered her fragrant pussy. Once he was finished
he dropped back to hands and knees and the small domatrix sat on his back so he
could carry her to Mistress Lotta.
Slave piglet crawled down the passage while Mistress Desire casually petted his
mincing bottom, and gently knocked when they reached the living room door. When
bad enter by his Mistress he reached up, opened the door, and carried his lovely
burden in. He crawled to a lounge and she rose from his back and settled into
the comfortable chair. Slave piglet crawled to his slave mat and prostrated
himself before the chatting Mistresses, his forehead pressed to the floor, and
his smooth buttocks raised high. The two women completely ignored his presence
while they discussed training methods for slaves. It appeared that Mistress
Desire owned her own permanent slave, named pussy.
After about ten minutes the door bell chimed once again and slave piglet crawled
off to answer it. This time a tall mistress whom he knew as Mistress Belinda,
had arrived. He greeted her in the same fashion as he had Mistress Desire, and
carried her to the lounge. Mistress Belinda was six feet tall and slender. She
was dressed in similar fashion to her sisters, but in black satin and silk. As
soon as slave piglet had seen her comfortably seated the chimes sounded for the
last time. He crawled off and soon re-appeared, panting slightly under the
weight of the voluptuous Mistress Viola. Mistress Viola was a jet black negress
with a build similar to his Mistress Lotta, although her breasts were not quite
as large. She was dressed in pure white satin and silk which contrasted
erotically with her smooth ebony skin.
Once all the Mistresses were comfortably seated Mistress Lotta ordered her slave
to prepare for their dinner. He crawled from the plush lounge room, rose to his
feet and entered the dining room. The table had already been laid out and the
slave placed plates with the first course at each setting, making sure that all
utensils were perfectly placed. The meal had been prepared by slave piglet
earlier in the afternoon and he was proud of the culinary delights he had
produced. As soon as he was satisfied that everything was impeccable he crawled
bach to the ladies and announced that dinner was served.
The women moved off to the dining room and sat at the table. The slave was
permitted to stand in their presence while they ate so that he could serve wine,
clear dishes, and bring on the courses as they were required. When he was not
needed he stood, demurely, in the corner, with his head bowed in deference to
his superiors. To his delight the ladies expressed highly complimentary words
as to the quality of their repast, and slave piglet literally glowed with pride
and pleasure. When dinner was over the women moved back to the lounge to get
ready for cards. Mistress Lotta ordered slave piglet to clear away the dinner
table and then to join them.
When the slave crawled into the lounge he saw that a bridge table had already
been set up with four seats around it. These were Mistress Lotta's special
seats, ones with no base, merely a velvet covered circle that supported the
lower thighs, hips, and the top portions of the buttocks of the seated people.
He noted, with a surge of sensual delight, that each of the Mistresses had
removed her panties. Mistresses Desire and Viola had dense bushes of hair hiding
the lips of their pussies, but he was fascinated to see that Mistress Belinda
was shaved and he drooled at the sight of the long plump lips of her pussy
nestling sexily between her slender thighs.
Mistress Lotta announced the rules of the game and the players sat down to
begin. Slave piglet knelt on a slave mat at the side of the room and waited to
be summoned. Mistress Viola became the first dummy. "How may I serve you,
Mistress Viola?" Slave piglet asked, a tremor of lust barely detectable in his
voice. "I want you to tease the ring of my anus with the tip of your tongue,
piglet. If your performance is good I may allow you to tongue kiss the pout at
the end of the hand." The slave crawled over behind the Mistress' chair, saying
as he moved into position for his delightful task, " Mistress Viola, I am
honoured to be permitted to taste your gorgeous anal pout. I will serve it with
all the love and devotion it deserves.'
Slave piglet's heart pounded with humiliated desire while he raised his face
until it was poised below the negress' split bottom cheeks. He breathed in the
musky aroma of her slightly moist skin elatedly, and his pulse surged when the
strong scent of her vagina wafted into his nostrils. He dutifully poked out his
tongue and stiffened the long organ as much as he could. His mouth watered,
even as feelings of submissive shame washed through him, while he stared at the
crinkled rosebud of the woman's alluring anus. He delicately traced the knotted
muscle of the ring with the very tip of his pointed tongue, and was rewarded
with just a hint of its delicious flavour. Slave piglet kept up his teasing
caresses, sweeping the tip of his tongue around and around the tight ring,
titillating its centre from time to time for variety, until it pulsed with
pleasure.
Slave piglet flushed with subservient pride when Mistress Viola sighed with
contentment and commented, "Your little slave certainly has potential, Lotta,
dear. How well has he responded to training since you acquired him?" Mistress
Lotta thanked her friend for her solicitude and informed her that piglet would
be giving a demonstration of his growing expertise at submission later, and that
she could then judge for herself. When the hand was over Mistress Viola kept
her promise and said to the slave kneeling behind her and serving her anus so
devotedly, "You may have your small pleasure, little piglet, quickly now, the
cards are already being shuffled." The overjoyed slave glued his lips to her
pleasure soaked anal pout and drilled his pointed tongue deeply into her
succulent rectum. He sloshed his tongue around in the intimate hole and
thrilled to its spicy flavour. After a minute or so the bidding for the second
hand was complete and slave piglet was forced, reluctantly, to leave Mistress
Viola. She rewarded him by squeezing his tongue strongly with her anus as he
withdrew it from her rectum, silently telling him that she was as disappointed
as he at his service to her intimate hole was coming to an end.
The dummy during this second hand was the petite Mistress Desire. She wished to
have the slave treat her clitoris in the same fashion as he had Mistress Viola's
anus. Slave piglet, flushed with elation, said, "Mistress Desire, thank you for
allowing me to worship your gorgeous clitoris with the tip of my slave tongue.
I promise to adore it with all my heart for your pleasure." He crawled into
position beneath her chair and using only the tip of his tongue carefully parted
her abundance of pubic hair until the fleshy lips of her vulva were visible.
His heart fluttered with happiness as he stared at the prominent ridge of her
clitoral bud peering alluring out at the apex of her woman lips, and he began to
delicately trace its bulging length with his tongue. While he worked tirelessly
to please the cute domatrix the women talked and laughed to each other. After a
few minutes Mistress Desire's clitoris had stiffened and swelled until its tip
had begun to peek out from its protective sheath. Slave piglet teased the
shining tip with immaculate tenderness, brushing its growing length with the
very tip of his stiffened tongue. Mistress Desire's full thighs began to
tremble, ample evidence that piglet's talented tongue was pleasing her, and this
brought a fresh glow of rapture to the submissive male. All to soon the hand
was over. The next dummy was Mistress Lotta. She ordered the slave to worship
her urethra with the same devotion he had shown when serving the other
Mistresses. Slave piglet's cheeks blushed prettily when she added that if he
were good she would bestow a small gift on his tongue when the hand was over.
He quickly positioned his nudity below her bottom cheeks and used his tongue to
softly part the lips of her pussy. Then with the very tip of his talented
tongue he began to tease the little hole that gushed her golden nectar. He
worried the pulsing opening incessantly, breathing in the luscious aroma of her
moist vulva with exhilaration. Soon her meaty thighs were squirming around in
her bizarre seat, such was the enjoyment he was giving her. When the hand was
over Mistress Lotta breathed out, "You've earned your reward, you clever little
vixen." Slave piglet glowed with contented pride, and placed his tongue beneath
the tiny hole he had been worshipping so diligently and waited with baited
breath for the gift she was to bestow on him. Her thighs tensed momentarily,
and then a few drops of her golden nectar escaped the hole and dripped onto the
joyful slave's ecstatic tongue. He thrilled to the salty tang of the fluid as
it dribbled down his gulping throat.
"Enough, for now, little piglet." Mistress Lotta said, and the slave cleaned
her little opening with his tongue before leaving her to savour the aftermath of
his little reward. Finally, Mistress Belinda got to be dummy after seven hands.
She was becoming quite agitated at the others having the slave arouse them while
she was frustrated. She told the slave, "Piglet, I want the walls of my vagina
thoroughly washed with tongue. As a reward for you while you work you may bury
your nose in my anus and sniff its aroma." "Oh, Mistress Belinda. I am
overjoyed that you would permit me to bury my tongue in your delicious vagina.
I long to smell the delectable aroma of you luscious anus and can not thank you
enough for this precious gift." The slave cried in delight at the erotic and
humiliating nature of his task. He quickly moved to her seat, which she moved
out from the card table to ease his position. Slave piglet spread the lips of
her vulva with his tongue and then painstaking placed his tongue against the
silky wet opening of her vagina. When he had managed to push his nose into her
tight anus, and was rewarded with her pungent rectal aroma, he thrust his tongue
deeply into her vaginal sleave. The dutiful slave worked his agile tongue
around in the dripping passage with consummate vigour, tonguing the velvety
walls avidly, tasting the tart juices they surrendered with elation coursing
through him. He lapped at her hole with single minded dedication throughout the
hand, breathing deeply through his nose and savouring the fragrant anus in which
he had buried it.
All to soon, for slave piglet, the hand was completed. The slave was kept busy
through the rest of the hands. Some of the Mistresses removed their bras so he
could worship their breasts and suckle their nipples for them, while others had
him concentrate on stimulating their pussies and anuses. The last eight hands
involved him in sucking them to orgasm. They somehow conspired to share the
dummy duties for these hands, and so he was required to suck each of them to two
climaxes. He relished his task; he tongued vagina and tingling clitoris;
slurped up abundantly flowing pussy juices; diligently cleaned sated pussy for
the next two or so hours. He was delighted with the rich flavour of the
negress, Mistress Viola who seemed to have a never ending supply of sumptuous
tangy pussy cream to feed him while he serviced her. He thrilled to the sweet
taste of the delightful Mistress Desire, and was especially elated at the way
her silky pussy tunnel squeezed and massaged his deeply buried tongue when she
came. He was excited and thrilled with Mistress Belinda's smooth pussy which
fed him its slick hot cream almost as soon as his mouth touched it. But he was
most happy when his mouth was buried in his own Mistress Lotta's stunning pussy
and she flooded his joyful mouth with her piquant juices. He could never get
enough of her and would spend the rest of his life drinking from her luscious
font if she allowed it.
After the game was over the domatrixes relaxed, content with their climaxes,
rested, sated and happy. Slave piglet's make-up had been ruined by his
activities, of course, and Mistress Lotta ordered him to go to the bedroom and
repair the damage. As he crawled from the room she called after him, "You may
bring your shoe when you return, little piglet." While slave piglet crawled
along to the bedroom his heart fluttering with happy anticipation, tinged with
feelings of growing humiliation and shame. His Mistress was going to have him
masturbate his penis in front of others for the first time. He was going to
have to declare his devotion to the divine shoe when others could hear for the
first time. He knew that it would disgrace him terribly, but he also knew that
the extreme excitement he would experience would be delicious, and he couldn't
wait to debase himself for his Mistress, for he knew that seeing him do so would
give her supreme pleasure.
He rushed into the dressing room to repair his make-up and then, on his knees,
and with a reverence normally only seen in places of worship such as churches,
he approached the sacred shoe. He prostrated himself before it, as he did
frequently each day, and whispered the supplication he was required to each time
he saw it in its shining splendour, "Oh, glorious shoe that has known the
presence of sweet Mistress Lotta's beautiful foot, I beg you to forgive me, her
devoted piglet, for contaminating your luxurious leather with the scum from my
spewing worm. My heart is bursting with sorrow at so foully defiling your
brilliance with worm scum and I beg your mercy. I will love and worship you
forever, shoe, whom I adore with all my being."
With his supplication completed he reached up and took the supple leather shoe
in his hands, holding it as though it were the most precious icon in existence
which, of course, for him it was. He shuffled from the room with the shoe held
reverently out before him and his attention fixed on it alone. Instinct guided
him back to the lounge and, once back in the room, he moved to his slave mat
that lay in front of the lounge chairs in which the Mistresses were seated. He
placed the shoe on the mat before him and bent his back so that he could
demonstrate his utter devotion to it, and waited for his owner's pleasure.
"What is that you have, little piglet?" Mistress Belinda asked with a chuckle.
"Beautiful Mistress Belinda," The kneeling, adoring slave replied, "This is the
sacred shoe that has known the foot of my divine Mistress, Lotta. I adore it
with every fibre of my being, and pray to it constantly to make me a perfectly
submissive slave for my Mistress." "Why have you brought it in here?" The
statuesque black domatrix asked, already knowing the answer, but wishing to have
the pleasure of hearing the humiliated slave say it for her. "Magnificent
Mistress Viola," slave piglet cried out in reply, "Mistress Lotta is going to
command me to jerk off my worm for you and the other Mistresses entertainment.
My little worm is only permitted to spurt its ball scum when I am in the sight
of the sanctified shoe and able to adore and worship it as it deserves."
"But why have you placed it before you on your slave mat, piglet?" Mistress
Desire inquired with a girlish giggle. The slave, cheeks now flushing scarlet
with shame, stammered, "When Mistress Lotta kindly permits me to pull my puny
worm off I must direct its flow of scum onto the sacred shoe defiling its divine
surface, causing my heart to break for I adore it so and experience sensations
of utter shame and mortification at treating the holy object of my utter
devotion with such unforgivable disrespect. Even while my puerile worm is
befouling its glorious veneer I must beg its forgiveness, and re-affirm my
absolute idolisation of it. To atone for my utter disgrace I must clean the
worm scum from its heavenly surface with my totally servile tongue so that not
one speck of the trash remains to besmirch its sacred leather."
"But why do you need the shoe to spit your scum, piglet?" Mistress Belinda
rejoined. Slave piglet shivered with delicious degradation while he replied,
"Because, sweet Mistress Belinda, I am a low slave. When my Mistress permits my
worm to squirt she does so for her pleasure, not mine. The sacred shoe I adore
with all my heart ensures that my focus, as my worm gushes, is not on my
pleasure, but firmly rooted on my need to please my Mistress and to serve her
with every fibre of my existence." When he had given his answer Mistress Lotta
tossed a tiny key onto his slave mat and commanded him to masturbate for their
entertainment.
Slave piglet carefully unlocked the pink leather cone that trapped the stem of
his penis, never averting his rapturous gaze from the object of his adoration,
the sacred shoe. He unscrewed the cone and worked it off his penis. Once the
penis was free it snapped to throbbing erection and arched erotically out from
his smooth crotch, its scarlet glossed head oozing with viscous pre-cum. Before
the humiliated slave could begin his shameful masturbation Mistress Desire
started to speak, "That's a big worm you have, piglet, I'll bet Mistress Lotta
makes good use of it?" "Oh, no, sweet Mistress Desire," the grovelling slave
gasped, "Mistress Lotta would never allow my slave worm to taint her glorious
body. My worm will only ever invade the bodies of other slaves, and only then
if Mistress Lotta commands it to for the entertainment of her or other
Mistresses and Masters."
"It's getting late," Mistress Lotta noted, looking at an ornate clock on her
sideboard, "Begin, piglet, thirty stroke should do it!" The slave grasped the
hot, hard, throbbing stem of his pulsating penis in his right hand, and cupped
his smooth, bulging testicles, still trapped by the chastity belt, with his
other hand. He slowly, and with sensuous and erotic care, began to stroke his
excited penis up and down while caressing and squeezing his fat bloated
testicles, and counting each stroke in his mind. When he reached the twenties,
his belly began to vibrate and his spread thighs trembled with his growing lust.
Exactly on the thirtieth stroke of his fist he bent his hot pulsing organ down
so its swollen head was poised over the toe of the shoe. The slave gasped, and
his audience stared in excitement, when the thick, white cream of his seed began
to pour from the tip of his climaxing penis and cascade over the shiny leather
toe of the shoe. The gushing of his semen was accompanied by his ritual
supplication, "Oh, glorious shoe that has known the presence of sweet Mistress
Lotta's beautiful foot, I beg you to forgive me, her devoted piglet, for soiling
your luxurious leather with the scum from my spewing worm. My heart is bursting
with sorrow at so foully defiling your glory with worm scum, and I beg your
mercy. I will love and adore you forever, worshipped, shoe for whom I exist to
adore with all my being."
The Mistresses chatted excitedly at the sight they had just witnessed,
commenting on how well trained slave piglet was, how delightfully lewd and
wanton he was, how deliciously submissive he had become, and finally, how lovely
it was to see a true subservient slave perform so sensuously for his superiors.
Mistress Lotta glowed with pride at their obvious approval, not to mention a
tiny tinge of jealousy of her for owning such a pliant and submissive animal.
All through their enthusiastic praise slave piglet had bent his head and
zealously tongued his semen from the toe of the shoe. His long tongue polished
the shoe with total devotion and attention until he had removed all trace of his
seed from its shining leather.
Mistress Viola peered down and inspected his work after he was finished and
commented to him, "You certainly take care to clean the shoe scrupulously,
little piglet, why is that?" The sated slave answered her query in a shuddering
voice, "Mistress Lotta has decreed that if the leather of the sacred shoe should
deteriate through my disgraceful acts, and rot away, then, as punishment, she
will never allow my worm to spurt again, Mistress Viola." "Oh, I see, piglet,"
the domatrix stated, "You want to ensure that your worm can spit in the future."
"Oh, no!" Darling Mistress, the distraught slave cried. "It is not for me that
I attend to the sacred shoe that I adore so fervently, but for my Mistress. She
so enjoys watching me pull my worm off, and it gives her so much pleasure to see
the lewd worm spray its scum that I will do anything in my power to ensure that
she is never deprived of her satisfaction. I would die from disgrace and
dishonour should she be deprived of her entertainment through my slovenly
behaviour." The docile slave concluded, his cheeks flaming with delicious shame.
"You may return your shoe and prepare to show my guests out, piglet." Mistress
Lotta ordered. The slave reverently lifted the shoe and shuffled from the room.
He replaced it on the shrine and again repeated his prayer to it before crawling
back to the lounge. Before he arrived at the door the women had already entered
the hall. He was not to carry then individually on his back as he had when they
arrived but, as he retrieved each of their cloaks he bad the goodbye with
slavish ritual, kissing their heel, toes, buttocks and mounds with submissive
reverence before each left.
Once they were alone again Mistress Lotta expressed her delight with her slave's
performance, causing him to glow with happiness. She commented, as they
prepared for bed, that she had wanted to invite a Master to the game so she
could see him suck penis for her entertainment, but had decided not to, for she
wanted his first penis sucking to be especially humiliating and degrading for
him, and she didn't think that sucking a Master off in the confines of her home,
and in an atmosphere of relative familiarity would achieve this. She informed
the blushing slave, while he was bathing her, that she had already decided the
circumstances under which he would have to suck his first penis, telling him
that she had, in fact, already arranged for it to happen the very next day.
