I see a new couple in my area come up as a match and read their profile. They’re looking to really live life, open up new horizons and live out their fantasies. I drop them a message asking if they fancy the idea of trying an evening with an obedient sub sex slave who will do their bidding. I see they read it quickly but don’t respond. That’s not strange. Most intro messages to couples get ignored. What I offer is very niche and not for everyone. Most seem to just want a muscled up guy with a huge dick to rock up, fuck her and leave, so after a couple of weeks of checking in I gave up.
It was two months later when I got a message. It turns out that as he was straight my bi status put him off. She’d argued that my profile said I only do what I’m told, so if he didn’t want any bi action, don’t ask for it. Apparently they discussed the merits of a truly obedient slave for a while until he finally, reluctantly gave it, hence the message.
She wrote it and simply asked me to meet both of them for a drink one night. She specifically told me to wear jogging bottoms, a very specific pair of lacy French knickers and a hoody with nothing else bar trainers.
We met at a local Wetherspoons and there was a beer waiting for me. She told me to sit between them. “Did you do what I instructed” she asked. Before I could answer she stuck her hand down my trousers. “Good boy”.
She then started rubbing my cock over my trousers until I was rock hard as we chatted about how we all ended up on SH. I was rock hard and dribbling pre-cum when told me to “now fuck off to the toilets and bring me those knickers back and I want you to walk through that crowd with this hard on when you come back bitch”.
As I got up I tried to rearrange myself so I didn’t draw attention to my rock hard cock and to my surprise he grabbed my arm and said “no bitch. Let them see you tiny hard on. Go”. As I walked across the pub I could see people smirking and tapping their mates on the shoulder and pointing at me then laughing. I made it to the toilets and luckily there was an empty cubicle, so popped in and quickly pulled off the jogging bottoms and removed the knickers then re-dressed. As I grabbed the latch to leave I realised I was going soft. Remembering what she told me I had a cheeky fiddle to get myself hard again, then quickly left before it subsided. As I walked back I got much more attention. Much more pointing and laughing than the walk in. Confused, I rushed to the table, sat down, discreetly reached into my pocket and handed her the knickers.
“Look down bitch” she said. I looked down and to my saw I dark wet patch on my light grey joggers of pre-cum and understood the extra attention. Seeing my embarrassment she said “good boy. You will be rewarded and nobody here knows you, so get over it”.
They both then seemed relax a lot more, occasionally whispering to each other, then taking turns to ask me about my previous servitude, what I’d done, what I’d like to do, my limits, safe words and availability. Every now and again she’d reach down to ensure I stayed hard.
They then proceeded to explain in detail how the first meet would go if I was successful and that they were I interviewing other subs and would get back to me within the week to let me know if I was successful.
Keeping me hard throughout, she finally said “right bitch. Interview over. We’ll be in touch” and got up. I planned to stay behind and let my raging hard on subside before I left. No chance. She reached down my joggers, grabbed my cock and yanked me out of my chair, then made me walk out between the two of them with hard on on full show to the same sniggers.
Once outside I said my goodbyes. Shook his hand and went to hug her. “Bitch!” She exclaimed. “You a do not touch me unless I tell you. Secondly, where the fuck do you think you’re going? You’re hired and we need your services tonight, so for the next three hours you’re ours”.
They led me to their car and sat me in the back. “You did good bitch. Now undress. We want to see you cum, so grab that little cock and get wanking”. She adjusted the mirror to watch and he turned around. “When you cum bitch, and you’d better make sure you do” he said, “do it in your hand and lick up every drop”. I obliged, cumming way quicker than I thought and dutifully licked up every drop of my own hot cum.
We pulled up at their house and I grabbed my clothes. “No bitch, you never wear clothes with us, ever, unless we say so. You’re clearly very obedient and have no shame, so you, my lucky little slut, are now ours. We own you. Now get your naked ass in there”.
To be continued…
