My Life As Mistress Sidonia’s Slave Pt1: Femdom Fiction

My Life As Mistress Sidonia’s Slave Pt1

First Meeting

It was in February 2001 that I first met Mistress Sidonia. I had been in a ‘switch’ relationship with a Mistress for nearly two years, but the time had come to move on as my then Mistress had decided to leave London. Consequently I met and had a number of rather unsatisfactory sessions with several other Mistresses in London before I applied to be considered as a potential member of Mistress Sidonia’s stable of slaves.

In my application I had told Mistress Sidonia that it was my ambition to be the loyal and devoted slave of one Mistress to whom I would devote the remainder of my life in servitude. Once I had found a Mistress who would be prepared to train me to Her standards and to instruct me as to how I could maximise Her pleasure, I would be Her slave for as long as She required my services.

Imagine my happiness when I first met my new Mistress that day in February. There was clearly to be no ‘switch’ relationship that had dominated my sessions during the previous two years. Here was a Mistress who knew exactly how to handle Her slaves. My main fear was that I would not perform my slave’s duties to Her satisfaction and thus be rejected by Her.

“And how do you think you can satisfy me, slave?” She asked of me.
I replied that it was my sole ambition to perform any duty for Her that She expected Her slave to perform. Mistress immediately ordered me to perform the duties of Her personal toilet slave. I must have paused, uncertain as to what to expect as the next thing I knew was that I was ordered to lie on my back – an order I dare not disobey. The next thing I knew was that I was lying in ‘the ready for use’ position on my back and that over my face was placed a box. My arms were quickly chained so that they could not move and my ankles were likewise attached to a spreader bar. I could not move any part of my body an inch.

It did not take me long to realise how I was to please my new Mistress. The top of the box opened to reveal a toilet. My face was just below the rim and there just above the rim was the most beautiful naked bottom I have ever seen.
“From now on you are to be My toilet slave, to clean my dirty arsehole and cunt with your miserable tongue whenever I want – understand slave?”
I had no time to complain – even if I wanted to, which I didn’t. Her bottom came down over my mouth and I received the order,
“‘Lick My arsehole clean, you miserable slave” I started to lick Her arsehole clean as if my life depended upon it.

After what seemed an age my Mistress changed positions and my tongue was moved to Her cunt. I continued licking hard even though by this time my tongue was aching.
“I want to piss” my Mistress informed me, “stop licking and open your mouth wide, slave” came the next order.
I opened my mouth wide so that it enveloped Her cunt and I felt Her warm, bitter piss descending into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged but managed to drink some of it. The remainder poured all over my face and down my neck until She had finished my degradation was complete. My Mistress got up from Her toilet and looked at me
“You are now nothing but My toilet – your mouth is mine to receive My piss, your tongue is My toilet paper. Do you understand, slave?” I replied eagerly that I fully understood my position.

My Mistress’s Dinner Party

A few weeks later I was summoned to my Mistress’s dungeon. On arrival, as I had been instructed, I kissed Her boots until I was told to stop.
“Get undressed and wait for Me” she ordered.
I swiftly undressed and waited in the slave’s position as I had been taught. I pressed my head to the floor, spread my lags wide and pushed my arse up and out as far as possible so that my Mistress could whip me if She felt that any punishment was due for any misdemeanour I had unwittingly committed or alternatively She could fuck me with Her dildo if that pleased Her.

She entered the room. She was wearing thigh length boots, a g-string and a leather collar. She looked stunning. She fitted me with a collar to which was attached a chain lead. She then explained why She had commanded my presence.

“I have asked three girl friends round for dinner” She explained. “I have told them that I have acquired a new toilet slave and they are anxious to see if you are any good. You will do as you are instructed by all of them as if it was your Mistress giving you orders – is that clear?”
I replied that I understood and I was led into my Mistress’s dining room on all fours being pulled by the lead. There sitting at the table were three beautiful young women all dressed in exactly the same way as my Mistress.

“This is my slave deadeye” Mistress told them, “He will do whatever he is ordered to do. If he does not satisfy you then he will be punished accordingly.”
She then led me to the toilet that had been placed in the room, but instead of securing me to the apparatus She ordered me to again assume the slave position so that my arse was facing the table in order that my Mistress’ friends could get a good view of my naked and vulnerable arsehole. She then returned to Her place at the head of the table. The minutes went by slowly. I could hear my Mistress and Her friends laughing and talking whilst they ate and drank together but I couldn’t see them.

Suddenly a voice called,”slave, come here” I crawled on all fours to the table and saw one of the Mistress’s friends beckoning me to Her. She was a very attractive tall, slim woman of about 35 years of age.
“My name is Mistress Louise and I wish you to service Me slave” She ordered simply. “Get under the table and masturbate me with your miserable tongue.”
I moved to obey Her order as quickly as I could. I got beneath the table and placed my tongue in Her cunt and then moved it up and down slowly moving to Her clitoris and massaged it slowly as my Mistress had taught me. Mistress Louise had removed Her g-string and had Her legs parted ready for me to lick Her cunt. It was already wet and sticky with Her juices.
‘That’s good’ She said ‘Go on do it harder you miserable slave’.

I did what I was told moving my tongue in and around Her private parts knowing that I had an audience of the other Mistress’s and so if I was to avoid being punished I had better be successful. I was fortunate that Mistress Louise was already obviously well on the way to an orgasm as it was only after about 10 minutes that She suddenly began shaking and got her hand behind my head and pulled my head to Her.
‘I’m cumming’ She shouted ‘I’m cumming, now’.
And so it proved to be as I felt and tasted her juices entering my mouth and I swallowed all of them whilst I cleaned Her cunt with my tongue and made Her clean and dry. Finished, I was pushed away as if I was nothing and told to resume my slave position and await further orders.

About ten minutes later there was a sudden silence and I heard footsteps behind me. Another of my Mistress’s friends, who I knew to be Mistress Kate, moved in front of me. She had not removed her g-string but fixed over it she wore a large black dildo.
“I am going to give you the fuck of your miserable life”. She told me. “Get over that whipping bench now.”
I saw the bench and quickly moved forward on all fours and placed myself over it so that my arse was in the most advantageous way for Mistress Kate to fuck it with Her dildo. She first secured me to the apparatus so that I couldn’t move and then much to the amusement of Her companions, spread my arse cheeks so that everybody could have a good look at my arsehole. She then spread some lubricant over and in my arsehole and placed Her dildo against the entrance. Mistress Kate slowly entered my arse. The dildo slowly went inside me to the hilt and She began to fuck me. Slowly at first and then the pace quickened. Soon She had a good rhythm, but it was intense and I knew I couldn’t take much more. I moaned but She continued fucking my arsehole much to the obvious enjoyment of the audience judging by the cheers. The next thing I knew Mistress Kate was withdrawing her dildo slowly from my very arsehole. She then moved in front of me and placed the dildo under my nose.
“Smell this, slave” She ordered. I did as I was told.
“Now open your mouth pig’ came the next order.
I did and Mistress Kate immediately rammed the dirty dildo in my mouth and continued with her fucking. In and out it went right to the back of my throat. I was nearly sick but She kept on fucking my mouth. Then She slowed down and appeared to touch a button on the side of the dildo and a spurt of liquid was pushed down my throat.
“Drink it slave, drink it.” There was a loud cheer from the other Mistresses and they clapped Mistress Kate’s performance.
My Mistress then came over to me and whispered into my ear,
“We haven’t finished with you yet my arse licking slave.”

She untied me and dragged me by the chain to the toilet.
“Get under there where you belong arse licker.” I did what I was told. My Mistress then secured me very tightly in a spreadeagled position, with my head raised and my face immediately below the toilet seat, my mouth level with the rim.

The next Mistress to take advantage of my services was a beautiful tall, slim woman of colour who clearly felt that any white man was the lowest of the low in humanity. Her name was Mistress Naomi she was carrying the most vicious looking whip and I had no doubt that she would be expert in its use. She slowly removed her g-string and came up to the toilet.
“I am going to piss in your mouth slave and you are going to drink it all up. To make sure you drink every drop I am going to put this on your mouth to ensure that it remains open.”
She came forward and placed what appeared to be a metal contraption on my mouth. I recognised its purpose instantaneously. With it in place my mouth was forced to remain wide open. She then sat on the seat and placed Her arsehole on my mouth. There was a heady divine smell from Her. She then gave me my instruction.
“Get that tongue of yours right up my arsehole you miserable slave or I shall whip that arse of yours.”
My tongue immediately obeyed and I pushed it up Her arsehole as far as I possibly could.
“That’s not far enough, get it up further.” Mistress Naomi responded.

I tried hard but Mistress Naomi was a hard task Mistress and She had no pity for the miserable white slave who was suffering under Her bottom.
“‘Harder, harder.” She shouted. My mouth was still being forced open by the metal contraption and my tongue ached as never before. Then I felt her warm piss begin to pour into my mouth.
“Drink, slave, drink My piss” She shouted.
I had no option, but began to choke as the bitter fluid went down my throat. It overflowed over my mouth and down over my face, but it still came on. Finally after what seemed an age, it stopped flowing.
“Clean up now and lick all over My cunt and arsehole so I am clean, miserable slave.”
Exhausted I obeyed and She finally removed Herself from the toilet and replaced Her g-string and returned to Her seat, not even bothering to look back at Her soaked toilet slave.

My Mistress then released me from the toilet and commanded me to resume my slave’s position ready for the next time either my Mistress or one of Her friends wished to give themselves pleasure at my expense. All I could think of was whether or not I had pleased my Mistress with my performance…..had I? I knew the consequences if I had not.

by slave Deadeye