My Mistress summoned me from the kitchen where she'd kept me for the past two hours. She was sitting in her lounge relaxed on her deeply comfortable sofa. She wore a crisp white top and a tight black skirt. Her legs were crossed elegantly and one of her high heeled shoes dangling precariously from her toes where she had eased it off her foot. She looked at me curiously as if reminding herself which one of her slaves I was. She clicked her fingers and pointed down with her outstretched hand. I fell to me knees before her, there was no mistaking that command. I lowered my eyes too, she'd told me to do that when she'd taken me into her service that morning.

While I waited, I contemplated the total luxury of her surroundings. Everything was new, and of the highest quality, this was the abode of a very wealthy woman. A woman whose lifestyle was funded by her retinue of submissive males, and I noted wryly, that included me today as I'd been inducted into her string of slaves and she had simply opened my wallet and emptied it.

I hadn't seen her for the two hours she'd had me in the kitchen. There I'd been under the supervision of another woman who I'd been told to call Miss Emma, and my Mistress had obviously just returned from a shopping expedition. I 'd noted all the large bags from expensive shops by the door. I'd no idea where Miss Emma had gone or indeed her relatonship to the woman I must call Mistress.

"I'm worn out slave." she said to me. "I shouldn't be should I, with males like you at my beck and call."

I didn't answer. A slave never knows, but this was right.

"Emma tells me that she's not had any trouble with you, so I might permit you to serve me again. Fetch me coffee now. Go on, hurry and bring it here." she tapped the small table by her left arm.

When I'd done this, she again gestured to me to my knees and pushed her raised foot into my chest. A trained slave needs no further instruction and there wasn't any. I look her foot in both my hands and proceeded to massage her toes gently and in the manner that I'd been trained by Mistresses all my life. My cock stiffened, the honour of being allowed to worship her was enough to stir my sperm. She reached for the TV remote and clicked on some programme which sounded like "Loose Women" and one of my favourites as I always imagined kneeling before the participants. Time clicked on and she kept me there, changing foot from time to time and permitting me to massage her ankles but no further. She noticed my erection and tutted.

"Don't you dare leak any of that jism anywhere," she threatened, "still, its nice to see I have your attention. How much sperm have you got in your balls?"

"A week's worth Mistress." I ventured and was relieved to see that this met with her approval.

"The right amount then. Enough to have you eager to deliver it but not too long that its gone stale. You know you should be wanked every three days, don't you?" she teased me.

I didn't think this needed an answer and again, I was correct. Just then there was a commotion at the front door which shut quite firmly and was replaced by girlish chatter outside the lounge in the hallway.

"In here Jackie." Mistress called out and the lounge door opened and two young girls literally tumbled in. I kept my eyes firmly downwards.

"Hello Auntie." the young lady that must be Jackie greeted her. "This is Karen. Do you mind if we have some coffee?"

"Of course not girls. Did you have a good day at school?"

Jackie and Karen moved as if to go to the kitchen.

"No need, sit and tell me all about it." she said and at the same time, snapped her fingers at me. The order was implicit and I stood and went to the kitchen trying to avoid looking directly at the young girls. There was no hiding my erection however. I heard Karen giggle a little.

"He seems obedient Auntie." Jackie commented, "have you had him long?"

"Only today. Emma whipped him ths morning, he seems acceptable. How is that young man of yours dear?"

"He's coming along nicely Auntie and thanks for all your advice. I try on him what you've told me and I've got him just where I want him."

"Oh yes Mrs Smith," chipped in Karen, "he's follows her just like a little puppy and she takes all the money he earns at that factory job. Wish I had one."

I'd brought the girls' coffees by that time and set it down by each of the young ladies.

"Thank you." said Karen.

"Slave," said my Mistress, "Kneel before Karen. Lower your eyes."

"Looks like Auntie is giving him to you!" Jackie giggled.

"Karen, if you must thank him, then make it 'Thank you slave'. You must always remind him of his status you know."

"Oh, thanks Mrs Smith. You don't call your Robert 'slave' though do you Jackie?"

"That's because he still thinks he's Jackie's boyfriend Karen. He really in training without realising it." Mistress told her.

"I don't think I'm going to keep him much longer anyway," said Jackie, "he's getting a it tiresome and he's not much good with his tongue."

"Oh Jackie, you haven't !!" gasped Karen.

"Well Auntie suggested I put him to it. She said it was about time I tested him before I wasted too much time on him. Anyway, he doesn't earn enough for me."

"You didn't tell me you'd tested him though Jackie?"

"Yes, last night. In the park. I put him on his knees down there. I mean, I know he's inexperienced but when I told him what to do, he wasn't very eager. I'll give him another chance though. He wasn't obedient either when I told him to wank off for me. You know Auntie, physical tribute to me like you said."

"Slave!" Mistress awoke my attention. "Go to the kitchen and getch a small whisky glass and give it to Karen."

"Stand right there in front of the young ladies and wank yourself. Don't take too long about it." she sanpped at me.

I wanked easily. I risked looking at the girls' faces as I did so and withing a minute the tightness in my balls told me I was gong to deliver. I dared not pause or seek to delay. but that wasn't possible either surrounded by three females in charge of me.

"He's about to spurt Karen, "Auntie told her, "catch his sperm will you."

I did, and she did, holding the glass up with my pearly white load in it.

"Oh Mrs Smith, that's fantastic. I've never had that done for me before. There's quite a lot isn't there!"

"Take your sperm slave, put it ..." Mistress was instructing me but stopped.

Karen had taken the glass of fresh sperm to her lips and swallowed the whole of my donation.