I Became the Couple's Slave

I became a male slave to my owners' couple, when my Mistress realized that I enjoyed obeying various things she told me to do. At first, various small tasks in the office. For example, to make her coffee because she was running late, or because she had a lot of work, I would do it, and various such things. I always responded immediately and responsibly, offering her the joy of telling me: "if I didn't have you, what would I do."

Eventually, one day she asked me straight out if I had considered the scenario of working as a maid, "domestic helper," doing the housework and generally anything a modern couple needed, in which the Mistress detested household chores and the Master did not want to see her dealing with them. When I asked her why they didn't hire a domestic helper, she answered that every time they had done it, she couldn't stand it for more than three or four days, and this was due on the one hand to the fact that the employers were particularly demanding about the quality of the work, and on the other hand, there was a natural authoritarianism in them, which no one could tolerate.

Having read, therefore, on some websites that there were men who enjoyed being domestic slaves to demanding Mistresses or couples, and had no problem with authoritarian behavior, she decided to risk it and propose her offer to me.

I was left with my mouth open, as I had not considered such a development, believing that such couples could not exist, but I answered her that I accept. She then asked me to come by her house in the evening.

With my heart in my mouth and with a noticeable tremor at nine in the evening, I was ringing the bell of Mistress Georgia. She opened the door herself and welcomed me, saying to me:

-    "Welcome! Come in"

I followed her, amazed by her style. She was wearing black pants and high-heeled black mules, which made a dry sound on the floor that you could also use as a mirror. Her feet were snow-white with clean, fleshy soles which formed the wrinkles that make anyone want to fall to their knees and worship them. Her fingers of ancient Greek type were very well-groomed and her nails were painted red with various little designs on them. Entering the living room, she sat down and asked me to do the same, and after looking at me examiningly, she began to tell me:

-    From the moment you decided to come here, it means you have thought about my proposal. Things are simple. We need someone with a submissive psychology like yours to take over the household chores, you know: washing, ironing, sweeping, dusting, mopping, cooking, and so on. Beyond that, you will also deal with anything else we order you to. Ah! And additionally, you will dress and behave femininely, because that is a desire of ours. You can decide to accept, but know that this will be the last decision you make. Think about it for another five minutes, and when I come back, in case you have decided, you will be waiting for me on your knees and without clothes.

And saying this without waiting for my affirmative answer, she got up and went into the other room, leaving me alone.

Immediately I got up and took off all my clothes, and after arranging them on an armchair, I fell to my knees and waited, looking at the floor.

In about five minutes, my Mistress entered the living room with a triumphant smile.

-    I had understood from the beginning that you were born to be a slave. From today, you will live your dream, fulfilling our desires. First of all, you have no rights except those we permit you: namely, to serve me and your Master. Your name will be Katina, and when I call you, usually with the bell at first, you will leave everything and come before me, falling to your knees, looking at my feet and saying "at your command, Mistress." I will give you a list, on which there are the ten rules of behavior I demand from you, which you will memorize. In case you do not perform your service at a level satisfactory to us or make a mistake, you will be punished, and the punishment will be imposed by us.Below are the rules my Mistress demands.1. You will immediately and without objection carry out our desires. 2.  When we address you, you will immediately fall to your knees with your head bowed. 3. When we tell you to do something, you will answer with a smile: "Yes, Mistress or Master," "thank you Mistress or Master," that is, you will be a cheerful little maid. 4. You do not have the right to look us in the eyes ever!!! 5. When you are busy with the housework, your attention will not be distracted by anything else. 6. You are obliged to always dress according to our desires. 7. When we allow you to sleep, this will be done on the floor, and in the area we tell you. 8. You do not have the right to use the furniture of the house except when you have such an order. 9. Your main resting position will be sitting or kneeling on the floor. 10. You will always wear your collar, with your name written on it.Thus began my new life as a domestic slave of Mistress Georgia and Master George. I won't hide from you that from the first moment I liked this idea and I had many fantasies regarding this topic.

I will now describe to you a typical day from this life. I wake up very early, almost at dawn, and immediately run to the service bathroom. After splashing a little water on myself and grooming my face, I have the right to drink a little milk standing up, and eat something. Of course, all this is done in absolute silence. I always wear what they have designated from the previous day. Usually, I wear a thong and a bra and the appropriate white maid's cap and the black maid's uniform, and black pumps with a low heel, without stockings. Afterwards, I begin and deal with cleaning, usually the bathroom and then the kitchen.

When it is the appropriate time, according to the orders I have, I prepare the breakfast of my Mistress and Master. This requires absolute cleanliness and careful work, so that the result is perfect. At the time they have designated, I enter with a bow into the bedroom of my Mistress and Master, and immediately afterwards I fall to my knees, and approach their bed. With absolute respect, I begin to lick their soles, first the Mistress's and after the Mistress wakes up, then the Master's.

After my Master also wakes up, I now wait kneeling and with my face down, until they decide what they desire. Usually, they order me to serve them breakfast in bed; they like that more. While they enjoy their breakfast, I wait kneeling for whatever they want. Sometimes they decide to have sex in bed, and I usually need to wait for an hour in my place, until they finish.

When they decide to get up, I go—always on my knees—to the side of the Mistress and I put on her high-heeled slippers after first kissing her feet. Kissing my owners' feet is also a ritual; first I kiss the right foot and then the left.

I do chores around the house all day. My Mistress doesn't need to supervise me, because I know that if she is not pleased, that will be the cause of various punishments, which my Masters will devise. When I finish the chores and I am not alone in the house, they usually order me "to the kitchen and on your knees until I need you," or "go to the bathroom and scrub it on all fours."

The phone rings and then:

- "House of the couple... the service speaking, please?" Immediately, I hear:

- "Slave, it's your Mistress. By noon you must have served food for four. Afterwards, wait for us behind the door, naked and on all fours. We will have arrived by five. Ah! And you must have inserted a feather duster handle into your ass. Also, hang weights with clothespins from your tits."

When they enter the house, I follow them respectfully and on all fours like a dog. Depending on where they go—usually the living room—I immediately run, take off their shoes, and put on their slippers. During the meal, I sit kneeling behind my Mistress, watching her feet, in case something is needed.

Usually the day passes with the housework, which never ends. Once when I hadn't managed to prepare breakfast, the punishment was that in the afternoon I found myself ironing clothes, with weights hanging from the folds of my tits and kneeling on fine gravel, while the Mistress and the Master enjoyed watching their favorite series.

My Mistress demands that I wash her underwear and stockings by hand and on my knees, because as she says they are very delicate garments.