As I stood in the store’s cage, I noticed an old girlfriend walking down the aisle with a Sales Representative. We had broken up years ago and she married, but over the years, when we met, she would complain that it wasn’t the greatest marriage. She liked to have an occasional fling to meet her intimate needs. I was hoping she would be my savior. In the back of mind I was hoping she would see me as meeting her needs.
I was let of the cage and Cynthia examined me, it was weird as she already knew my body very, very well. Perhaps it was a little leaner a couple of years ago. The Sales Rep.gave her a set of gloves that she snapped on and reached into my mouth, lifted my tongue, even stuck fingers to the back of my throat to make me gag. After much fondling, but little conversation, my head was spinning as I was put away in the cage. It was with great sadness I watched my Cynthia walk away, her purse over her shoulder and not a look behind. I was overcome with dread wondering what would happen to me, and I truly felt like an object or possession that shoppers either walked past, or quickly looked at-dismissed-then the shoppers moved on. What was to be my fate? I think the store was putting a sale price on me to move the merchandise, that being me.
A representative soon came over , opened the door and let me to a product preparation area. I was trussed in decorative, yet very strong ribbons and packed in a box, which was sealed, but did have some air-holes. I was loaded on a truck a while later and spent the day being driven around. Eventually, I was unloaded and wheeled away from the truck. I thought I heard Cynthia’s soft voice, with a twinge of excitement. The box was opened and I was pulled out. She left me to lay on the floor wrapped in the ribbons as the delivery men left. She finally turned to address me and said that she bought me and I was going to be her property for the rest of my life, or until she sold me-which she didn’t plan on doing. I tried to speak but she shushed me, saying I would have to learn to listen-it was vital for her marriage. Her husband Walter hasn’t been interested in sex with her for years, which I knew, but he still didn’t want another man to be touching her. That’s where I came in. I was going to be a flaming cock-sucker who couldn’t get enough dick. As long as Walter believed I was no threat, I would be allowed to stay. It would also give Cynthia the ability to use me for girly things. I was to be her hand-maiden. I was going to be responsible for doing maid duties, but her thing was having me do her nails-which she always kept looking perfect; I was going to become her make-up artist, take care of her hair, shave her legs, under-arms and pussy; lay her cloths out, polish shoes, get the purse ready and in general all the girly stuff that would keep me close to her. She flat-out told me she intended to keeping me horny as much as possible as it would be fun for her to feel my hard dick as she caressed it, but ignored it when it started to throb or get real hard.
I was to learn she had a remote control that with a push of a button would send me to the floor in spasms. She didn’t want to ever use it, but had to demonstrate so we would both know it’s power. She dialed in a medium setting and I watched one of her perfectly painted fingers slide over the button and with little hesitation, she pushed the button. WOW-did that hurt. When I came to she was kneeling beside me asking if I was alright. Walter came home and looked at me lying bound on his floor. Cynthia jumped over me and gave him a big kiss and hug. “This is the slave I was talking to you about. Do you want to try it out later?” Walter said a cold beer watching the game, while getting a little head might be a way to wind down after working all day. I think Cynthia secretly wanted to watch one man give a BJ to another. She was acting real giddy-I then realized she was hoping for a round of fun with her husband, not with her slave.
After I was released, my two owners talked about what my duties would be. He wanted some chores done too. He thought the boys would like BJ’s during and after their poker nights-which Cynthia just squealed over. She then got a little serious and said there were specific store recommended behavior modifications they should perform to make sure my mental state was appropriately submissive enough. She said the store recommends one of several role playing scenarios, reinforced with the ‘pain-button’ to get me to truly believe their word is to be carried out without hesitation on my part. There should be no concern on their part as to what my feelings might be. If a task, was humiliating or permanently maimed it-then so be it. I was theirs.
Our new boi came with a set of recommendations that said we should use him as something we don’t have to acknowledge to drive home the point of “service only” . They recommend…..
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