Date: Wed, 5 May 2004 07:54:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Selena Anders <selenaanders@yahoo.com>
Subject: Steven Gets Interviewed

I wake up with Mistress Gloria's fingers slowly
stroking my erection.  Cynthia is busy laying out
Mistress' breakfast on her nearby table.  Mistress
sees that I am awake, and says, "Last night was lovely
Steven.  But I need the taste of girl this morning,
and I need a cock in my ass.  Cyn, bring some butter
and grease Steven's cock, then I want you where I can
eat your pussy."  Cyn follows her orders swiftly, and
a minute later my cock is covered in butter.  Cyn sits
on Mistress' pillow, spreading her thighs for Mistress
to eat breakfast.  I get behind my Mistress' raised
ass, and press my butter-greased hard-on against her
anus, then slowly enter her.

Mistress Gloria knows that I will fuck her hard and
fast, moving her whole body so that her tongue dances
back and forth over Cyn's clit.  Cyn screams in her
orgasm, and I almost erupt with a gush of semen in
Mistress' ass.  But I have not been given permission
to ejaculate.  I keep on pumping in and out of her
ass, hoping that I am giving my Mistress as much
pleasure as she is giving me.

Mistress Gloria moans even louder as she cums nearer
to her own climax.  She continues to slurp away at
Cyn's pussy, lapping up every bit of tasty girly
juice.  Some girls would be screaming, "No more!  I
can't take it!" under that kind of onslaught from my
Mistress' expert tongue, but of course Cyn is a fuck
slave like me, and it is not her place to deny her
Mistress.

Equally, I must continue to fuck my Mistress' ass
until she tells me to stop.  It is almost ten minutes
later when Mistress cums up for air, leaving Cyn
exhausted from an intense series of orgasms.  "Steven,
you will ejaculate now!" my Mistress commands.  It is
such a relief to be permitted to pump my sperm into
Mistress Gloria's perfect ass-hole.  A minute later I
withdraw, my cock covered in a mixture of butter,
semen and shit.  Mistress commands Cynthia suck her
pussy while she drinks her morning coffee.

She also tells me to find Amanda to clean me up.  This
is a welcome order, since Amanda is the finest cock
sucker I have ever known, after my Mistress.  Mistress
Gloria knows all the delicate fine points of felatio,
but Amanda replaces that skill with pure deep-throat
enthusiasm.  It's the difference between being slowly
nibbled and sucked off, and having a girl make me fuck
her in her mouth.

Once Amanda has me completely cleaned off, including a
long hot needle-spray shower, she dresses me in my
clothing for the day, a simple long lace bathrobe.
She ties the lace sash down around my cock as it
thrusts out from the front of my robe.  This day my
schedule of chores mostly includes taking care of the
laundry.  My Mistress has a modern washing machine,
but she prefers that I hang the household lingerie out
on a clothes line.  The warm wind of late spring
teases the lingerie, both what I am wearing and what I
am hanging up.

My slave collar buzzes gently against my neck, 3 long
bursts for the letter O, meaning that Mistress wants
me in her office.  I finish hanging up a bra, then
run.  As I dash into the office I can see two young
women talking to my Mistress over a coffee table.
Mistress looks up at me and tells me, "Steven, this is
Joyce and Claire.  They are both members of the
Epsilon Zeta Pi sorority at the university, and they
want to interview you.  So I want you to give them
your full cooperation.  I will speak to you later."

The two strangers wave hello to me as Mistress rises
and walks out of the room, so I sit down on the couch
where she had been, facing these interesting ladies.
I notice a tape recorder on the table between us, but
most of my attention is on our guests.  They both seem
to be in their early 20s.  Joyce is fairly tall with
blue eyes and a pretty smile in a nice oval face
framed by long pale brown hair.  Claire is some kind
of oriental, but I'm not too good at telling Japanese
from Vietnamese.  She has a wide open face with deep
brown eyes and rich shoulder-length black hair.

Joyce starts my interview.  "We are doing a joint
sociology paper on recreational sex slavery in
America.  Tell me, why did you decide to become a sex
slave?"

I lean back in my couch, casually spreading my legs to
make sure my erection is on prominent display.  "I
didn't actually decide.  I'm a criminal with a record
of many assaults on guys who made fun of this."  I
point to my cock.  "So I was going to go to juvenile
jail, but the judge thought my permanent erection was
too good to be wasted, so she sold me to Mistress
instead.  This way the state doesn't have the expense
of feeding me.  The judge made a profit, and Mistress
rents me out to her rich friends.  I get to be here
instead of jail.  Everyone benefits."

Claire jumps in with a question.  "What does a sex
slave do all day?"

"Mostly pretty normal stuff.  I mow the lawn and clean
the pool and hang the lingerie out to dry.  And I take
school classes from our tutor and do my homework.  I
have to work out every day in our gym, so I'm getting
pretty strong.  But the best part is daily sex
practice."

Then Joyce asked me, "So what is involved in daily sex
practice?"

"Almost anything, but a lot of it is memory.  Last
week Mistress entertained 22 of the ladies in her
exclusive fuck club.  I had met a few of them before,
but by the end of the day I could tell you exactly how
each one of them likes sex best; how she likes to have
her tits sucked, how to reach her g-spot, whether she
likes it in her ass, and so on."

Claire looked fascinated.  "So why are you the only
boy slave?"

I knew that one had to be coming.  "Because of my
erection.  Mistress is really a lesbian, and I am just
a walking dildo with a tongue.  And I also wash
windows."

Joyce jumped in again.  "Do you ever meet other
slaves, I mean from other Mistresses?  How do you get
along with them?"

I didn't expect that question, but I had an answer
anyway.  "Mostly I feel sorry for them.  A lot have
scars and stuff, and they talk about bondage and
chains.  Everything for them is black leather and
rubber, and a lot of pain.  My Mistress is all about
pretty lingerie and love and pleasure.  I don't know
how I could lick your clit with a ball gag in my
mouth."

Claire:  "About that memory thing.  What do you do for
a woman you have never met?"

Me: "That's part of my training too.  I try to read
the little signals.  For example, I think the two of
you have the hots for each other, but haven't admitted
it yet.  You are working together on a sex paper, so
why don't you just kiss each other like you want each
other, which you do."  Joyce and Claire look startled
for a moment, then they look at each other, then they
slowly move toward each other and kiss like a couple
of girls making out in the back seat of a car.

"Go ahead and touch each other.  Hold each other's
breasts in your hands.  And spread your legs so the
other one can feel you down there."  I tell them, and
they do.  It is not a slave's job to give orders, but
I feel like I am just providing suggestions, so this
seems fine to me.  Softly I continue, "Go ahead and
pull each other's shirts off.  You know you want to,
so you can suck on each other's nipples."

My Mistress uses that slow soft voice on me and her
other slaves, whenever she wants to coax us into doing
something new.  It's a kind of hypnosis thing.  But I
gently urge the two older girls to strip each other
and fondle each other's bodies; licking and stroking
each other.  Both of these university girls must slide
hands inside of bras and jeans and panties, touching
and then more urgently caressing before each garment
is removed.  Heck, I could have stripped them both in
a tenth of the time, but Mistress has taught me not to
be in a hurry.  Eventually they are naked before me,
and all the tape recorder has is my soft voice and
their louder moans.

I can tell that they are both wet and excited.  I
decide that this is the time to move on.  So I quietly
continue, "Joyce, why don't you turn sideways on the
couch with one foot over the back and your other foot
on the floor.  Just rest your head on the couch arm.
Claire you stand at the other end of the couch and
bend over so you can lick Joyce's pussy."

They both do as I order; I mean, suggest.  Joyce is
splayed out wonderfully, her neatly trimmed pussy lips
parted in glistening anticipation of Claire's tongue.
Claire is bent over, her mouth approaching Joyce's
crotch as her lovely oriental ass is presented by her
bending over the arm of the couch.  I make my move,
getting up from my couch and moving behind Claire.

Easily I slide my cock inside Claire's hot wet vagina.
 Then I stop.  My sex slave training tells me not to
fuck her in and out, but rather to simply stand there,
my cock buried in her doggie style, and just twitch it
every few seconds.

At first, Claire seems to be content to lick away at
Joyce's pussy.  But Joyce grabs her by the hair and
starts screaming stuff like, "Stick your tongue in me!
 Eat me!  Suck my clit harder!  Oh, I love you Claire,
make me Cum!  I need it baby!  Oh Yes!"

But Claire doesn't do as Joyce demands.  Instead, she
stops slurping the other girl's cunt and turns to look
over her shoulder at me and yell, "Look you little
bastard!  Start fucking me for real or I'll rip your
balls off!"

Now, that is a command that a boy sex slave can
understand, so I start to bang away at her tight but
wet oriental pussy.  Claire's body is draped over the
couch arm and she has resumed munching on her friend's
sex.  So I hook a foot around a nearby chair and shove
it just behind me.  Then I put both hands on the couch
arm on either side of Claire's back, and I slowly
manage to put both feet up on the chair while I
continue to hump her.

But now my fucking angle is different, and I know that
each thrust is ramming against Claire's g-spot.
Moments later, Claire screams in her orgasm, and
somehow that scream seems to bring Joyce to her climax
too.  Everything seems to hang in mid-air for a
moment, as Joyce and Claire realize they have both cum
together in an act of total irrational sex.  Hey, who
ever said sex has to be rational?

A few minutes later Joyce and Claire are again seated
on the couch, but now they have their arms around each
other, and slightly dazed looks on their faces.  The
tape in the machine comes to an end with a loud click.
 I pick the recorder up and hand it to Joyce.  "Which
of the other slaves would you like to interview next?"

"Whoever is available^Å"  Claire says dreamily.

Just then my collar gives me 3 short buzzes, the
letter S, meaning that Mistress wants me in her
Security room in the basement.  I pass Amanda on the
way.  She gives me a quick but thorough kiss, then
tells me "Looks like I'm next!" before she continues
toward the office.

The security room is small, mostly a control center
for the observation video cameras.  The only light in
the room comes from the 6 TV monitors, and Mistress is
seated at the controls.  She tells me to stand in
front of her, then leans forward to take my erection
into her mouth.  She carefully cleans Claire's pussy
juice off my member.

Mistress leans back in satisfaction.  "Thank you
Steven.  That girl tastes lovely.  Sit down in the
other chair, and let's watch Amanda's interview."