A Slave Does His Duty - Part 1

I had never seen my wife so confused, or so scared. She didn't understand why she was naked before me, which never happened unless I was watching our Master fuck her. She didn't understand why her wrists and ankles were locked in transport chains, which only I ever wore. She didn't understand why there was a harness locked around her head with a ball gag filling her mouth. She didn't understand why our Master had ordered these things to be done. And she definitely didn't understand who the two strange men in suits were sitting by the door, watching all this happening. Luckily for her, I was about to clear this all up with one explanation. Unluckily for her, after she heard those words, her life would never be the same again.

My Master has ordered me to write this account to help me process what has happened over the last several days, which has been a lot. By way of introduction, my name is "pussy". Obviously, that's not what it says on my birth certificate. It's the name my Master gave me when He collared me three years ago, and the only name I have answered to for the last two years. I am married and have one daughter. My wife, "fuckdoll" (Christine) and daughter, "jiggletits" (Carolyn) are also owned by my Master. We all live together, and I am the omega of the group. To me, the girls are both named "Miss". I am kept permanently naked except for a metal collar (locked on, the key stored in a safe deposit box) and a chastity cage (released only for supervised cleaning and grooming, although I don't actually know where that key is kept) and am truly free use. Not just by my Master and each Miss, but any other person can do whatever they want to me or order me however they like, and I am required to obey instantly and to the best of my ability. To complete the picture, the three of us are white and our Master is black. I am 5'10" and 170 pounds, and completely hairless other than eyebrows and eyelashes. More of the girls' details will be described below.

How it came to be like this, how I went from searching online for someone to explore my submissive interests with to having that person own my entire family, is a story for another time. If the feedback to this first tale is positive, my Master may instruct me to write more.

A little more than a week before these events, my Master summoned me and asked for my input on a decision He was making. I was very surprised to be asked, and even more surprised when I learned what the subject of the decision was. But I answered honestly and to the best of my ability, explaining my reasoning when I was instructed to. He thanked me, which was very unusual, and told me not to discuss this subject with anyone, which of course I obeyed. The nature of this decision will be made clear later in the story.

The day before these events, I was again summoned and my Master explained the decision He had reached, and for which arrangements had already been made. I was told that these arrangements would be carried out the following morning, and what my role in that would be. Again, I was told not to discuss this with anyone, and again I obeyed.

The morning of these events, my Master summoned me and gave me very detailed instructions on exactly how I was to proceed. Shortly afterwards, He summoned fuckdoll and, true to her name, fucked her for a very long time. In all her holes, in multiple rooms of the house.

While my Master was ravaging fuckdoll, jiggletits left the house for a gig. One of her jobs is modeling for local artists - drawing, painting, sculpture, photography, etc. Mostly nude, sometimes for one artist and sometimes for a group or class. She usually says goodbye to me if she sees me on her way out of the house. Today she did, and I got a kiss on the cheek and a hug. I hadn't seen her yet that day or at all the night before, so I was looking closely at her and trying to guess if she knew anything about what was going to happen here while she was out. I wasn't seeing any sign of it at first, but the hug continued for much longer than usual. When it ended, it felt like she was forcing herself to let go. As she did, very quickly and very quietly, she whispered, "Good luck, daddy." She did not make eye contact as she turned away, but I saw her reach up to her face and it looked like she wiped a tear out of the corner of her eye.

So, she obviously knew. I had so many questions I wanted to ask her; none of it was my business and I could be punished severely by her or by my Master for asking, but in the moment I didn't care. I opened my mouth, but she was too fast. On purpose, I suspect, she was out the door and gone before I could get any words out.

As I tried to process what I had just learned, I was forced to bring my attention back to the fucking going on upstairs as Master called out for me to bring a bottle of water. I did, and was then ordered to kneel on the floor and watch the rest of it, which went on for at least another 30 minutes. On the bed, on the chair, on the floor, pressed up against the window. Doggy style directly in front of me. Carried down the hallway to jiggletits' room for anal on her bed. She had two very strong orgasms. And she ignored me the entire time. All of which is perfectly normal for our household.

When He was finally done with her, having pumped her pussy full of His sperm, she was told to go shower, then I was ordered to go downstairs to the dining room to follow the orders I had been given.

The dining room is large, about 30 feet by 15 feet. The floor is hardwood. One long wall is mostly windows, the others are painted sage green with dark wood molding, wainscoting and other accents. There's a door in the middle of the other long wall that leads to the rest of the house, including the steps to the second floor, and a door in the end wall to the left, if you're facing the windows, that leads to a short hallway, a foyer and the front door to the house. Beyond that is the driveway. While fuckdoll was showering, I moved the table that's usually in the middle of the room and all but two of its chairs to the end opposite the door leading outside, to clear the room as much as possible into a single open space. The remaining two chairs were set next to that door.

When fuckdoll had showered and prepared herself for the day, she was told to go downstairs to the dining room and follow the instructions she found there. Which I'm sure surprised and maybe confused her a bit, but to her credit as far as I could tell she did so immediately. As she turned the corner and flounced confidently and carelessly into the room, she first saw me kneeling in nadu position by the table and chairs, but then quickly also noticed the two men, which froze her in her tracks. Before she could react or say anything, I began. "I have specific instructions from our Master. Please stand on the mark on the floor." I had also placed an "X" made from masking tape in the middle of the room. She looked around to find the mark, then frowned and looked at me for a few seconds. Finally, she smirked slightly and slowly walked to the mark.

When she stopped, she was facing the windows, so I said, "Turn a quarter turn to your left." She looked at me again, partly confused but mostly annoyed, then shuffled her feet until she was in the correct position, facing away from me and towards the strangers.

Next, I said, "Please spread your feet shoulder width apart and hold your arms straight out to the sides". She turned her head and shoulders to look back at me and tilted her head, clearly confused. Her mouth opened like she was about to say something. I had been instructed how to handle that, but after a few seconds she closed it, stared a bit more (I couldn't help but notice, no longer smirking), then very slowly did as she had been instructed. I continued, "Do not move from that position or say anything unless you are instructed to do so. Do you understand, yes or no?"

There was a pause, and then she said "Yes." A half second later she added, practically spitting the word, "...pussy." Given our respective roles in the household, a bit of pushback like that was understandable, so I ignored that first instance of disobedience. But only that first instance.

I stood up and walked over to her, stopping when I was standing directly behind her. I had a pair of scissors in my hand, picked up from the floor next to where I had been kneeling, where there were also other items that she had not had time to notice. fuckdoll was wearing a short spaghetti-strap sundress, and absolutely nothing else, which was her normal attire when at home. I knelt behind her and started cutting the dress in half vertically, starting from the bottom hem and cutting all the way through the top. Then I cut through each strap, so the remains of the dress fell to the floor. I could hear her breathing become more rapid and shallow; she was getting nervous. Being naked in front of men, even strange men, was perfectly normal for her. But this usually happens in the bedroom. Now she was simply standing out in the open, in a very exposed and vulnerable position, with me giving the instructions. This was strange...

I gathered up the dress scraps and put them and the scissors back next to where I had been kneeling. I returned with the next item, which was a set of wrist and ankle manacles. These had locking metal wrist cuffs joined by a very short chain, in the manner of handcuffs. They also included locking metal ankle cuffs joined by a slightly longer chain, maybe 12". And the midpoints of the two chains were connected by a third chain, just long enough to reach between the hands and feet if the arms were hanging down either in front of or behind the wearer. "Please put your hands behind your back," I ordered. She had not yet seen the manacles, but I'm sure she heard the chains jingling and knew what they were, because I am routinely put in a set of these any time I leave the house. But this was a second set, just for her.

Very slowly, she lowered her arms and positioned her hands as instructed. Then, she turned her head and whispered very softly, so only I could hear, "What's happening?"

— To be continued… —

Author: a_very_loyal_slave