My life as a slave.




Many of you will find this true life story disturbing while others will fully
understand. No matter, as I have been dismissed 47 days ago I think I have to
tell this story about my life as a slave.

First, I am a normal, healthy 37 year old mature man, happily married with one
child. I am a college graduate, have a good job, am 5'10 and 175lbs, athletic
and am happy and live on the East Coast. One day while working out in a new
gym I see a spectacular looking women, better than I have seen in a long time
and where I live, in a sunny hot climate, I see a lot of hot women. This one
was different. She looked classy, very defined muscular body, dark hair, tall
as me and working out intensely as many people watched her. Apparently many
knew her as they greeted her by name. I would classify her as exotic and
beautiful looking the rare kind of woman that you stop in your tracks and
mouth the words, holy shit, when you see her. Like every other guy I was
watching her the whole time and so what, no laws broken. I have never cheated
on my wife but I do look. She was lifting more weight than even I can lift and
in no way was she a big bodybuilder type as she was lean but power was shining
off of her and like I said she looked super classy. I took a shower and
changed and was heading towards my car and as luck had it her car was next to
mine and she was on her cell phone speaking another language, not English, so
I lounged around my car making believe I was looking at my tires and when she
got off the phone I said hello and asked what language she was speaking. She
looked at me with intense eyes and turned and my mouth opened up looking at
her beauty all cleaned up and wearing these tight jeans and I don't know how
to describe the shirt she was wearing except to say it hung on her tight and
exposed each and every muscle and it was amazing including seeing her
abdominal muscles through her shirt- I was in awe. She was nice and smiled and
said Hebrew and got in her car and drove away as I stood there just shaking my
head and muttering, holy shit that was a goddess.

I went back to that gym several times and hoped beyond hope to see her again
but was not that lucky or so I thought. The gym had a boxing section that I
never had any interest in going into since it was far from what someone like
me would ever do. It was more a hardcore boxing gym filled with minorities who
were way too serious than a casual get in shape type of boxing thing I would
ever do. However, one of my buddies ventured in there just to check it out and
came over to me with more excitement than I ever saw him have and tells me
about this "fucking hot exotic muscle babe" who was "beating the fuck out of
some Cuban dude" that was amazing. Could it be? What the heck let me go see
and I did. I walked through the connecting doors and there she was, post fight
or whatever she did, taking her gloves off next to a young man who obviously
just got his ass beaten silly by her. She was wearing a pink sportsbra and
pink shorts and I am telling you her body was ripped, sexy, unreal!!!!, and to
die for and she looked prettier than most women who are cleaned up, if you
will. I just stood there and like a few others just stared at her from about
40 feet away. Every move her arms made you saw these really defined biceps and
triceps, her pecs looked like stones but the topper of it all were abdominals
that well were perfect. I could easily count each muscle group in her 6 pack
but when she stood up and was laughing with her friends the truth is she had
an 8 pack. My god I have never seen anyone that beautiful with a body attached
to her that was like none or few others. Really a picture perfect human being.
She looked up at me and caught me dead in my eyes and unbelievably nodded a
gentle hello to me. I turned away embarrassed and felt weak afterwards just
seeing her and her remembering me plus seeing that young man all beaten up was
just tough to wrap my mind around. Like a child I waited by my car for a full
hour hoping that she would come out and of course I moved my car as close as
possible to hers in anticipation but she never came out so I left.

Some time has passed, at least a month and I never saw her again but could not
and would not ever get her out of my head. I fantasized about her a lot even
when making love to my wonderful wife. No other woman compared to this gym
girl whose name I did not know at the time. Finally, I spotted her lifting
weights with some very large guys, you know the muscle head types. They were
laughing and lifting and having a good time but there was no way I could get
near her and even if I did, for what purpose? I was happily married and do not
cheat and what did I expect her to do, grab me and say I was looking for you
my entire life please take me to bed? Of course not. But ... ... . After my
workout I found her car and waited and waited a solid hour and a half when
FINALLY she comes walking out of the gym looking simply more stunning, more
striking than anyone I have ever seen. So there I am playing with the outside
mirrors when she comes over to ME, to me!! She was wearing these baggy sweat
pants and a black sportsbra that was a killer with that body. Her cute, sexy
feminine muscles were BUSTING out of her skin, her chest, that was no D cup to
say the least looked hard as a rock and were popping out of that sportsbra,
dark skin, dark hair, a bright friendly smile, an hourglass figure and just
wow, I was speechless. She said hello and introduced herself and said, I see
you staring at me in the gym, is everything OK, do I know you? All said
friendly. I stammered out, no no you don't know me but ... .. but what she
said, but I mean listen I am married to a wonderful woman and I just saw you
in the gym and think you are just a beautiful woman with ah I mean a great
body and you lift heavier than me and you must be really strong and I think
you must box too, am I right? All of this came flooding out of my mouth in
seconds. Well, she said, I won't comment on the first part of what you said
since that is your opinion but I will say YES I do box, why do you want to
spar with me someday and she smiled and lightly laughed out loud? No, no way I
said I am not a fighter in any sense of the word. She nodded a yes and paused
for felt like forever and looked me up and down and then said, I need someone
like you, why don't you come to my house tomorrow at 10AM, OK? I did not even
ask why and what do you mean someone like me and said YES, yes of course, sure
I will be there. And she said OK great just don't be late because I have a lot
to do tomorrow and I said yes to that too and would have said yes to probably
anything else she would have said. As she walked away, which was not far I see
every damn muscle in her back dance around, a tight sexy ass even in baggy
sweats and arms that were beyond sexy. I stood there with a boner like I have
not had since I was 16 and once again my mouth was agape. I have never seen a
physique like that in my entire life. I could not sleep all night thinking of
meeting her at her house and I did not even know why. I made love to my wife
BIG TIME, picturing "her" and not my wife and it was incredible for me. I was
looking forward to the next day.

I got up early and showered and shaved and put on my best casual outfit I had.
I told my wife I had a business meeting and would be home early. I drove over
to her house and rang the bell a few minutes after 10 and waiting there
anxiously. OMG she opened the door wearing a black skirt with a black tight
top that exposed her abs and black 3-4 inch heals with her hair in a ponytail.
I was speechless, not kidding. She smelled amazing and looked so wildly sexy
and sophisticated at the same time it was beyond anything I could have
imagined. She walked outside towards me and stood 6 inches away from me and I
could feel her energy in a way I have never felt anyone before. She did not
say good morning and looked a little pissed off or maybe disappointed in
something. In the background over her left shoulder I see some guy, a rather
large man who appeared to be very fit and rather handsome and he said "who the
hell it that?" and she just said Quiet and get ready and closed the door
behind her. She stared at me in awkward silence and said " what time were you
supposed to be here?" I said 10. She said, well I am glad you knew that so
what time did you get here? I said 10. She then asked me again and I saw there
was something very wrong here so I said, OK a few minutes after 10 but very
close. She nodded her head and then without me seeing a damn thing or knowing
what was going to happen or why, she threw FOUR uppercuts to my gut that felt
like I was shot or something and dropped me to the floor with tears dripping
down my eyes in MAJOR pain. I felt myself being lifted off the floor and then
dropping to the floor unable to breathe or move. After several minutes, I
think, she kneeled down and grabbed my face and said, a few minutes after 10
is NOT 10, understand? I was barely able to get a word out but I mustered a
yes I understand. As she did that I was staring at her pecs that were like a
mound of muscles on top of her breasts when I finally looked into her eyes and
saw one VERY serious looking woman who I knew could break me in half. She
stood up but I was still unable to move when the door opened and that guy said
" what the hell is going on here?" and then I heard what sounded like slaps
and then silence and a few minutes passed when I was getting my breath back.
She stood there and told me to get up but I have to say I was scared to death
at that point but I knew I had to stand up. When I did I felt broken like
someone sucked the energy out of me, I felt weak and ashamed and I wiped the
tears from my eyes and stood there facing her. With her heals on she was
taller than me and looked like she was not done so I immediately apologized
like 5x repeating myself over and over again how I was late and I was sorry.
She seemed to be calming down and took a deep breath which made her upper body
look like she could crush me in a second. She said, OK, let's try this again,
tomorrow at 8AM, be here. Everything seemed a lot calmer at that moment as we
were still right outside her front door. She then stuck her fists in front of
my face and told me to kiss them which I did with pleasure and she nodded her
approval. As she stuck her fists in front of me her triceps looked so defined
and powerful I was beside myself. Then she lowered her top to her skirt and
said "suck my breasts" and I admit I froze at first seeing the most beautiful
pair of tits I ever saw, all natural, maybe b or c cup or whatever, with hard
nipples and when she took another deep breath the muscles in those pecs were
so clearly showing power, sexuality and strength I almost came in my pants. I
leaned over and started sucking her breasts like a baby as she controlled me
by my hair. It was like a dream I was in. After a few seconds she pulled me
off of them and stood there as the wind dried off my saliva and she studied me
and then put her top back on. From inside her "friend" called her by name and
asked if it was OK for him to come out and go wherever they were going but she
ignored him. She reminded me again that tomorrow at 8 was the time and I said
yes I understood. I then asked why did she need me here and she said, I need
another good slave and smiled and laughed out loud, something she does a lot
of I noticed. When she laughed I saw her abs tighten, that 6-8 pack of defined
muscles that is better than anyone I have ever seen minus the professional
bodybuilders I have seen on TV and some in the gym here and there. I thought
she was 1/2 kidding but still was amazed as I stood there with this gigantic
erection she grabbed my cock through the chinos and said, " I think you like
what you see" and I said "who wouldn't? She then told me to go away and I
turned and walked towards my car. The pain in my gut lasted another 2-3 hours
and as I thought about it, being punched like that and being lifted off the
ground by her I just shook my head over and over again wondering what I was
getting myself into. For sure I was not getting into a situation where I would
cheat on my wife or be verbally or physically abused by anyone, and I mean
anyone!!!!!!!!!!!!

That day I arrived at 7:45 and waited dutifully until 1 minute before 8 before
I rang the bell. Wearing a new golf shirt and chinos with a fresh haircut I
knew I was presenting myself well. My heart was beating out of my chest and
wondered what I would do if she attacked me again since I was defenseless
against her skills and strength. So I rang the bell and the same guy who was
there last time opened it and with a sneer said " and what?" and just stared
at me, however, this rather large, strapping, muscular stud looked a little
different than the 2 seconds I saw him last time. This time he had a very
black left eye. I was taken aback by this athletic looking dude who could I am
sure easily beat the shit out of me standing there looking down at me like I
was garbage and that black eye. So I said, "she" told me to come back at 8 so
here I am on time. He stared down at me and said " OK shithead go straight and
then your third left and ushered me into the house. And what a house it was.
My Lord, it was really beautiful and I know from nice houses but this one took
the cake. Everything was in mint condition, it reflected class, style, a lot
of money, with everything looking like it could be in a magazine. Really
breathtaking as I thought my GREAT wife would love to see this. So I followed
his instructions, PLEASE NOTE I AM NOT USING ANY REAL NAMES HERE TO PROTECT
EVERYONE NOT TO MENTION OUT OF FEAR. In any event, I walked into this large
room and there she is, and I mean OMG there she is. She is standing there in a
black mesh bra and black thong panties that had to be the most beautiful bra
and panties ever made, mesh and a cool design but her body says it all. She
was standing there looking at herself in this full length mirror, the bed next
to her had a pile of clothes on it and some gay dude, her slave designer I
would find out and the funniest and nicest guy ever, next to her. I walked in
and was literally gawking at her. From behind she had this PERFECT V shaped
back, a tight ass, her arms from the back were dripping in this like perfect
feminine muscles that looked perfect on her. Then she turns around and gives
me this BIG friendly smile that lit up the room. With her slight accent she
says " SO glad you made it on time this time" and laughs as she is always
laughing and when she does her muscles in her abs tighten, those damn
outrageous washboard, 6-8 pack rockin abs and then she walks towards me and
for a moment I was like, OMG please do not hit me, but instead she walks over,
and again I was reminded how tall she was, put her arms around my neck and
hugs me hello. Talk about heaven!!!!!! She smelled amazing and feeling her
breasts touch me was surreal and I had a HUGE embarrassing boner. She said she
was glad to see me and told me she would be with me in a second and then
introduced me to her "friend". They spoke for a second about some outfits she
was trying on and then told me to follow her into the next room and of course
I did. She stood there in her bra and panties with her nipples, as I would
learn, were popping through her lace bra. She stood there as I sat and in very
matter of fact tones explained the following. I was chosen to be one of her
"slaves" and she made that sign with her fingers when she said that, not to
mention the biceps in those killer arms were dancing around to the point I
could have cum in my pants in front of the most beautiful lethal woman I have
ever seen. She went on and said, I use the word slave but you are always free
to come and go and never come back but when you are here you will have
specific chores to do and if you do not do them well there will be
consequences. The chores include every menial task you can think of and yes I
do pay you as well. It got very quiet as I was stunned by all of this. She
then said, you stay here and mull it over and I will come back and answer all
of your questions and if this is not for you then you can leave here as my
friend, OK? And still stunned I nodded my head. She left and came back in
about 30 minutes.

When she came back she was wearing a bikini to DIE for. Like most everything
that covered that sexy body it was always of the highest quality and best
materials bought in the best shops in town. Often times, I learned, that these
small shops would give her the clothes for free if she would appear in their
advertisements. Anyway, I had a lot of questions asking for details about the
chores, which she reiterated, she told me that there were 6 other slaves, 4
men and 2 women that you may see from time to time and everyone is very
friendly, I would receive money by the chore and in cash and the schedule was
voluntary for the most part but sometimes she may "really need me" and then
would expect me to be where she says and to do what she says. I agreed to
everything as my head swirled in many directions. I then had to ask her the
big question which is, did she plan on beating me again because that I could
not deal with psychologically or physically. She looked at me in a way I was
never looked at before. A serious yet soft look and told me to stand up. OMG I
thought, this is it, she is going to hurt me again so I stood and said PLEASE
DO NOT HIT ME. She told me to calm down, nobody is going to get beaten. I
walked close to her with this embarrassing erection and she told me to drop
the pants and I stood there and said "WHAT". Well, I learned not to question
her at that moment. SLAP, and I mean a real HARD made my face red and knocked
me to my right like three steps type of slap. She said "you did hear me,
right,?" And as I held my face and began to tear up from pain, nerves and who
knows what I said YES I heard you but was taken aback by what you said. She
stood there silent and staring. So I said, so you want me to take off my
pants? She breathed deeply and just stared at me as if to say, Are you
seriously questioning me AGAIN type of look, so I dropped them to the floor
exposing my embarrassing erection. About time she said. Then she came so close
to me her body was touching mine which was SO unbelievably erotic for me. I
could feel her breath, I could feel my heart racing, my cock about to explode,
and I could not look at her in her eyes and kept my eyes looking at the floor.
She reached under my chin and made me look in her eyes but I was so nervous I
could not talk but she did. She held my jaw still and said, You are always
free to leave without any repercussions, do you understand? I said yes I
understand. Meantime my cock is touching her!!! Understand I have never been
with another woman besides my wife. She then took my hand and put it on her
abs and she flexed them and I swear I began to shake like I was going to have
an orgasm RIGHT THERE, and she said, feel the muscles? I said, of course, they
are so incredible and she smiled and said thank you. Then she took that same
hand and flexed one defined, round and hard bicep and she said , what do you
feel? I said, power, pure power and more than I have. She laughed and said,
yes and laughed again, I am a lot stronger than you. Meantime I wanted to run
out of there because I felt myself about to cum and if I did that I figured I
would more embarrassed than at anytime in my life plus she would beat me
senseless. She took a deep breath and stepped back and posed for me for about
30 seconds and then stepped behind me and whispered in my ear words I will
never forget. She put her hands on my chest and said, you are now officially
one of my slaves and there are a lot of benefits to that. I nodded a yes. Now,
without touching that nice big juicy cock I want you to think about me and
cum!!! I was in dreamland with my eyes closed picturing the most spectacular
woman I have ever seen and without touching myself I began to shake and cum IN
MY OWN UNDERWEAR AND IN FRONT OF HER and my knees were shaking and I felt this
orgasm like NONE OTHER to the point my jaw hurt, I mean it affected every inch
of me. The whole time she was whispering things about her own body to me that
was incredible and when I went to touch myself she simply grabbed my wrists
and pulled my hands away with a force of a strong man. I don't know how long
that orgasm lasted but safe to say longer than any other I ever had. She
reached down and released my cock from my underwear where it was dying to pop
out and was already there pretty much. A lot of my cum ended up on her hand as
a result. She grabbed me by the hair pretty hard with the other hand and put
her cum filled hand by my mouth and said in a demanding tone, SLAVE CLEAN MY
HAND AND LICK OFF YOUR CUM. It was so weird but without a word from me, not a
sound, I stood there licking MY CUM off her hand just like she said. I was
really wanting to jerk my cock for a few seconds and I went to do that as I
was licking her hand clean and when she saw I was about to do that she slapped
me in the face but not terribly hard and said, never touch yourself in front
of me unless you ask or I tell you beforehand, and I said I was sorry and put
my hand down and made sure her hand was licked clean. After she was satisfied
she told me to get dressed and go into the bedroom and put away all of her
clothes that were on her bed. And just like that I did it.

For the next 14 months and 9 days I was her slave. I saw a lot and did a lot
but eventually I had to leave since it was not healthy for me. Not healthy
psychologically, physically for SURE, and it was affecting my marriage to the
point it was difficult making love to my wife since she, nor any woman,
compared physically to my "mistress", not to mention I was spending too much
time there as opposed to home. There was a lot of great stuff too. She paid me
very well, bought me all types of things from clothes to numerous gifts, very
thoughtful gifts, things for my house and things for my kids too. A lot of
which I could never afford. For the most part I was treated well although
there were a few beatings but nothing severe and nothing like some other
slaves received. I was smart and always followed orders, was on time and
obedient and went the extra mile.

I also saw some pretty disgusting things too. Things that blew me away when I
saw them and still blow me away and things I cannot talk about too friends as
I am too embarrassed to do so and this is the forum I feel I can get my
feelings out without be judged or questioned. I cannot even count how many
beatings I saw her give out. Some to unsuspecting people and some arranged
boxing matches, both with gloves and bare fisted. I have to tell you, I am
used to it now, but watching her use her bare fists on someone is horrifically
brutal. Seeing and hearing noses break and watching people's faces be masked
in pain was commonplace. Listening to her mock some of these people as she
tore them apart and caused physical and psychological pain beyond mine and I
am sure THERE imaginations. Some of these fights were done for competitive
reasons like people who just wanted to see who was the better fighter and
sometimes they were done as punishment. The one's done for punishment purposes
were the most dramatic. After a while I knew what to expect and watching her
prolong a fight by deliberately hurting them was always tough to watch and if
I was called on to watch I had to watch. When I was called on to watch it was
not simply to do so, I had a specific chore. Be it to keep time, towel her off
in between rounds, give someone water or something. Watching her break down
someones body like a surgeon was dramatic. Seeing her blacken eyes, or destroy
and I mean destroy someone's body with vicious body blows causing bruises and
pain was something that made me wince. Athletic men and women having their
bodies robbed of energy, power and unable to punch back sometimes as she
mocked them verbally for a multitude of reasons and seeing these fine athletic
bodies broken on the way to being knocked unconscious was a site for sore
eyes. And she loved knocking people out more than I can ever describe to
anyone. And after beatings there was always what she called the "aftermath"
and that ranged from worshipping her body to calling their spouse or
girlfriend admitting to them on the phone and in front of her how they treid
to pick her up but ended up getting beaten and knocked out to rapes, YES I
mean real rapes with her strapon, I am telling you I saw it all. Yeah, she
fought both men and women, young and old, she fought a LOT of younger female
athletes from bodybuilder types to just fitness and those women had their
lives changed for sure since they were often knocked unconscious and had
sexual things done to them and YES it was me and some of the other slaves who
benefited from this if I can use the word benefit. Having some 25 year old
fitness type beaten half to death and then having my mistress order her to
give one of us oral sex happened a fair amount too always as she watched. I
have seen grown men beg and cry for mercy and forgiveness as she beat them in
her yard or in her gym until they were unconscious and that is something that
is hard to watch. I am not kidding I saw her knockout at least 19 people
during my time as her slave and beat others to which they wished they were
KO'd since being beaten to the point their faces were masks of blood or
hearing noses and ribs break was rough to watch. Some of the slaves got off on
it but not me and she knew that and in some ways respected me for it. Seeing
husbands being beaten and RAPED in front of their wives, women being beaten so
severely that they would give some of the slaves blowjobs, no not
exaggerating, was incredible. What I mean here is, having some macho dude
challenge her and then get the living crap knocked out of him my mistress
would sometimes tell the hysterical wife to have her stop her beating she
should give one of the slaves a BJ- so there you have this poor slob crying
like a baby, all bloody and a mess knowing he is being humiliated beyond
anything he could have ever imagined watching his wife suck some strange guys
cock and have her mouth filled with his cum!!! First few times I saw this I
actually felt badly for both of them. All the time my mistress maintaining her
classy, rich image and remaining a sophisticated woman well known around here
for her charitable ways and intelligence. I have seen her lose 3 fights as
well and that was unreal too, one to a woman and one to a small guy and one to
a good sized man. I won't give any more details here.

I have seen men buy her the most expensive gifts ever, most she returned. I
have seen women try to buy her off with cash and gifts not to sleep with their
men, yes that is exactly what I said. The mistress took who she wanted and
when she wanted for a night, a weekend or longer and she was upfront and
forthright about it too. I was present when she would tell them she wanted
them for a weekend and NO more than that and she did what she did and tossed
them aside just like that. There were times when the wives or girlfriends
would find out and come to the house hysterical crying knowing they could not
address her physically of course so they tried to appeal to her softer side
with begging, tears and at times cash and gifts. Every single time I saw this
occur, which had to be a good 5-7 times, she barely listened and escorted the
woman to the door and would never take any money or gifts and pretty much
throw them out. One time this very attractive young thing was so hysterical my
mistress had he calm down and eat her out right in front of me and then gave
her to me for a BJ. And I swear that everything I am saying is truthful that I
took this VERY attractive young lady into a room and I did NOT take a BJ from
her since I felt so badly for her. She was throwing herself at me thinking
that if she followed the mistress' orders that her marriage would be left
alone. I assured her she was in fact safe as was her marriage and that she did
not have to satisfy me in the least. I never told the mistress about this for
fear of getting beaten.

There were female slaves that came and went when I was there and each one was
prettier than the one before. Each one was a super athlete in their own right
and each could have easily kicked my ass I am sure. For the most part all of
the slaves I met were cordial to one another and we spoke freely. One day one
of these female slaves came over to me and asked me how I was doing and then
told me that the mistress wanted her to sleep with me. This woman was a 10,
believe me, and we did sleep together on a trip for one of the mistress'
fights in California that I terribly regret since I love my wife. That was
pretty awesome since not only was she just 24 years old and built like a shit
house with everything I liked but she was excellent in bed and kept on saying
that I had to make sure to tell the mistress how satisfied I was with her.
Really cool night that was but I regret it. That slave lasted only a few
months because she got her ass kicked pretty badly for something and could not
deal with it. And I did not blame her. I remember the mistress grabbing on to
her blouse and just punching her in the face like 10x before she went
unconscious and the mistress just holding her up by one hand by her blouse
with her fist cocked for another punch to her unconscious face when I yelled
STOP even though I knew she very well may have turned her fury upon me.
Thankfully, she looked at me and then dropped her and told me to clean her up
and make sure she gets home which I did. I drove her home and stayed with her
for 2 hours and made sure her sister came over. That one was ugly.

The one guy I saw suffer the most was one of her X husbands. For sure he was a
jerk royal but I saw this guy bleed and cry a whole lot and do things I have
to keep a secret since it was humiliation to a level that even now I cannot
believe she made him do in front of us. I saw him stand there in front of
three of us and masturbate as the mistress strutted around showing off her
beautiful body after she beat the crap out of him. I did not find that scene
tasteful or a turn on at all as I saw it as more pathetic as this hunk of a
guy who was married to her at one point is squirting out his own cum in front
of us with a black eye or two on his face. After he shot his load he was made
to bend down and lick it off the tile floor!!! The other slaves were all
turned on, especially this one young lady who had an orgasm right there on the
spot. Not my thing but it was what it was and I knew I had to leave.

When it was my time to leave I was nervous as hell not knowing what to expect.
I asked for a meeting one day and she brought me into a bedroom in her house
to discuss my issue. My luck she just got back from the gym after a weight
lifting thing that was hours long and she looked INCREDIBLY powerful. She is
no bodybuilder but she has a LOT of muscles and that day she looked scary as
hell to me and I was super intimidated. I just told her that I had to go and
for all the reasons I mentioned and thanked her for a lifetime experience. I
kept looking at her fists and all hoping that she would not hit me, and she
rarely did as I mentioned. She was perfectly fine with it and we had a really
great discussion about what I experienced. As I did from time to time I was
ordered and ate her out and worshipped her body in private and away from the
other slaves as she ordered me to do and then I was allowed to masturbate on
her muscles (this time I jerked off on her pecs) and licked and swallowed my
own cum until it was all cleaned off. This is something she allowed me to do
almost everyday and always in private except for three times when she made me
do it in front of women she beatup. And I considered this a perk of being her
slave. Afterwards we hugged and kissed on the cheek and I never looked back.

Here I am 47 days later and back to normal, I think! She remarried a really
great guy that I think will last plus she recently had another baby too and
all of that plus her age has mellowed her. I never go back to that gym anymore
and stay away from other places she frequents and hope my life returns back to
where it was and she lives on to a happy life.

So, I wrote this story to get everything off my chest and get some closure
from that craziness and move forward. God bless!!