Erika's Journal

You turned back to Devon and told him you were driving his Porsche tonight and I watched as your stilettos clicked out of my periphery before silence filled the room when another bolt of electricity fired through my cock and a roar of laughter erupted by the front door. I curled up on the floor as I floundered to find a position to stop the pain as electricity cycled through my cock. You held the remote out for me to see as my eyes pleaded with you to make it stop but you just smiled at me then lifted your finger from the button, "I'm serious little pee-on, not a speck of dust," then roared as I watched your finger press the trigger again. I grunted in agony as you waltzed out the door arm in arm laughing with Devon. The bolts of electricity shot randomly and with out any warning for the next minute until you finally drove out of range.

Tears streamed from my face as I sat naked on the floor with my face slung in my arms while drops of precum dribbled onto the floor. I was shivering and cold but sweating just the same. As much as I love and worship you, I hate Devon and I could feel myself tremble, powerless to stop you from dating him or using him to humiliate me. As much as I relish the roll I play in your life, I knew I couldn't take him much longer. I sat there realizing that I needed to tell you how much I disliked him. Surely, you would understand. I don't complain about much and I obey your every command. Out of sheer compassion, I hoped, you could just stop seeing this one guy. I figured if I just found the right time to ask, you might just honour my plea. Of course, I had no idea when that might be. Then again, I realized, my last objection regarding Devon cost me a severe beating. I know you wield every ounce of power in my life. I knew I was helpless to stop you from doing whatever you want to me, but if I could find the right time, maybe you would grant me this one wish.

I got my strength together and licked the precum from the floor then set to work by putting away the massage table, cleaning up the kitchen and changing the bedsheets before dusting every inch of your massive house. Finally, I dropped down on all fours with my bucket and started scrubbing. I scrubbed without stopping for the rest of the night, praying you'd let things go from earlier if I did a great job and conspiring in my mind how I could convince you to make Devon go away.

As the clock struck one o'clock, I took my position by the front door standing on my knees awaiting your return. I considered taking a break to watch TV in your office as I kept an eye on the entrance to your estate but knew you'd catch me if I dared as the in-house cameras are connected to your phone. I knew defiance like that would introduce me to a new leave of misery I'd rather avoid.

After kneeling through the evening for you then scrubbing the floors, my knees had started to throb. Shooting spikes of pain fired up my legs as I shifted my weight from one side to the other while I tried not to fall asleep until the whine of Devon's Porsche startled me and his headlights illuminated the foyer. A moment later, I heard the snap of your heels on the concrete and held the door open as you blew by me with Devon in tow. I expected you to dole out my punishment right away, but you didn't even acknowledge me and simply ordered wine for the both of you before kissing him and pulling his cock out of his pants to lead him upstairs.

I rushed down to the cellar and pulled that bottle of Chateau Pichon you wanted for dinner. Despite my loathing for Devon, the pressure between my cage and my cock pointed out, once again, just how excited I get when you're with other men. I love being cucked by you and, to my own shame, even when it's him.

After opening the bottle in the kitchen, I carried it on a service tray with two glasses to your room and poured it as the two of you teased one another in bed. After placing your glasses on the bed side tables I retreated to the foot of your bed to await direction with my service tray in hand as you rolled back and forth over one another with nothing but the moon light through the windows in the room.

You wasted no time wrapping your mouth around his massive cock and taking all of it in. When you choked for a second, Devon suddenly sat up and apologized profusely. That's no surprise, of course, since you control him as you do me. Of course, he seems to have the greater share of the fun. Still, he knows you're in charge and does as he's told just as I do.

Your head bobbed up and down in rhythm to his groans of anticipation and your own hum of arousal while I watched in silence and ached to be freed from my cage. Of course, you've told me how your best orgasms come when I'm humiliated like this and you know it distresses me as a mixture of contempt and pure lust overtakes my loins, my heart, and my mind. When you finally caught a glimpse of me from the corner of your eye though, you snapped your fingers and pointed to the corner of the room. I returned to my knees in my new position and watched as you filled your mouth with his cock while he squirmed in anticipation of a release. I could tell he was fighting to stay put as your mouth tormented him unbearably until you finally lifted your head away. "Put your cock in me Devon."

Devon mounted you after which I could hear gentle screams voice out from you as his massive cock forced its way through your tight hole. "Oh my god, now this is what a real cock feels like Graham! So much better. Mind blowing!" you teased then smiled over at me as the light of the moon through the window illuminated your sensuous curves.

Devon laughed out loud as he paused, "Something tells me he'll be reminded tonight."

You giggled up at the ceiling, "Oh absolutely! And he'll thank you for the education too. Won't you pee-on?"

I could feel my cock surge against my cage as the two of you laughed at me kneeling in the corner, "I will Ma'am, yes. I would appreciate such a lesson," I kowtowed while my face again started to burn as the two of you laughed at me then carried on.

Your blonde mane spread across the pillow as your head bobbed in the ecstasy that is Devon as screaming grunts continued to pop out of your mouth with every thrust. I know you like your nipples sucked and I crossed my fingers hoping that your finger would pull me across the room to fulfill your need but to no avail as you screamed then massaged your own nipples. I couldn't believe his stamina as his cock teased your alter for more than 20 minutes before a few determined thrusts filled you with his seed.

The two of you caressed one another as his massive cock rested quietly inside your sex as you chatted so casually about how great you both were in bed together and how to punish me. You both agreed on a whipping but not until morning as it was far too late to bother, particularly since Devon's stone mason arms cradled you so softly.

After kneeling on the carpet for another 10 minutes, you pushed him away, "Devon, lay on your back," snapping your fingers in the process, "Graham, get over here and clean his cock."

Slowly I stood up, "Yes Mistress Erika," and walked slow miniature steps towards my side of the bed where he laid grinning at me.

"Chop chop, don't keep me waiting," he mocked as his still erect penis glistened from the moonlight with a mixture of your nectar and his own seed. I bent over and opened my mouth to receive his cock as his hand took a tuft of my hair and shoved himself deep inside my mouth.

"Suck it clean," you teased as my lips helplessly peeled your nectar and his seed off the length of his shaft while Devon drove my head up and down. I gagged repeatedly as his head filled the back of my throat. No matter how much I tried to resist, his arms were just too strong to stop him from driving his member deep inside my moutht.

Finally, when he let go of my head, he turned to you with a look of shock, "I think your little man here is going to make me cum!"

"Oh, keep going little man," you laughed, "I want to see this."

I took his cock under your command and sucked it as it shivered between my lips and Devon bucked his hips into my face forcing me to gag even more. Devon's chest heaved as he exploded like a volcano filling my mouth with his cum. It never ceases to amaze me just how much cum sticks to the inside of my mouth; like peanut butter without the peanuts!

I licked the last of his flaccid penis clean as you laughed and teased me about how pathetic I was. "Now, clean me out," you order as you lay on your back, "and don't you dare let any of it drip on my sheets."

I crawled across your luxurious king size four poster bed then between your legs to lap everything off your slit before scooping Devon's cream out as the two of you enjoyed the wine I brought up and talked about your night out. I suddenly felt sick as the realization kicked in that, once again, my body is digesting the cum of the one man I despise more than any other. I endeavour to never disobey you, Mistress Erika, but my disdain for Devon is so strong I couldn't help but feel rage as I pulled more of his seed from your sex. My helpless frustration took control of me as I drove my face harder than ever between your legs to tease your clit to the point that you might find it unbearable and maybe ruin your orgasm. I have little influence in your life but, maybe just tonight, my mouth could make an orgasm untenable for you as I made it so intense that you'd drive me away. I may pay later but I didn't care at that moment. I felt nothing but anger as I washed his cum from your cunt and into my mouth. I glared between your beautiful mammaries as their nipples stood tall above my horizon and noticed that from my efforts, you had put your wine down as you focussed on my service.

Your body writhed from my revenge and I was certain you'd kick me away at any moment. But it never happened. Instead, your grabbed the back of my head and mashed my face in tighter then hooked your leg around the back of my head as I serviced you with more intensity that I ever had before.

My tongue swirled around your head as my finger slipped deep inside your sex. It took almost nothing to make your back arch as I sucked mercilessly on your clit and slapped it with the flutter of my tongue. As you grabbed my hair even tighter, you rolled on top of my face and pinned me beneath your hips, taking my breath away on your way to another climax.

As you grinded my face into your sex, I realized that its not my position to like or dislike your boyfriends. I belonged to you and I shall do as you command. My will is meaningless and of no concern to you. I needed to learn how to accept my roll more willingly and recognize that your wants and desires are all that matter. Despite my best attempt to overwhelm your senses, I had obviously failed and given you even better service than I ever had before. Even as I sucked with your clit deep within my mouth, you just rode my face in total command. Despite my best efforts that night you took my breath away while your pelvis battered my face until you were ready to orgasm.

My anger and frustrations were for nothing in the end as my mouth chased after your slit while you rode my face with no regard for my comfort and held me tightly beneath you. "Now make me cum like you did Devon, cock sucker," you arched you back, "make it happen. Now!"

When your pussy finally released your nectar across my face I suddenly found myself panicked for air as you rested comfortably on top of me while you laughed at me. "Oh my god, little man, that was exquisite," you decreed as your patted my head, "good job little boy!"

Quietly I lapped your nectar up as you shifted to let me breath then cleaned your slit one last time as I reached a new depth of servitude, recognizing, for the first time, that my reason for life was to adopt your desires and serve in you in whatever way pleased you regardless of whether it was scrubbing a floor or sucking Devon's cock. I realized that the impact I have in your life is minimal while you lord over every corner of mine and that my life should focus on ensuring I please you in whatever manner you demand.

Your power within our relationship was so vast I suddenly equated myself to that of a tiny mouse pinned beneath your shoe, helpless to stop you from treating me however you pleased and too weak to create any distress in your life. I was lucky to be where I was, to be in your presence and happy that you've given me anything, even Mr. Washington's cum. A wave of warmth rushed through my body as I understood what it finally meant to belong to you. I suddenly found myself thankful for having had the opportunity to clean Mr. Washington's cock with my mouth.

"You're no longer needed tonight," you decreed, "We'll have breakfast at 9 or 10? Devon?"

"Let's make it 10," he smiled as victors often do, "and remember I'll be very hungry."

"Alright, 10 it is. You'll sleep in the basement. We, the two of us, will deal with your poor attitude tomorrow. Leave me," you ordered and pointed to the door.

I crawled backwards off the foot of your bed, "Thank you Mistress Erika and Mr. Washington. Have a good night.

I then retreated to my bed in the basement on a small foam pad I use to separate the cold floor from my naked flesh. I couldn't help but shiver from the chill in the air as I thought about my only purpose in life, serving you. I fell a sleep just minutes later, exhausted from the stress of being under your thumb as you pressed down to watch me squirm.

It's never a good sleep in the basement though as I was cold, shivering and the mat really did little to cushion the cement floor. After falling asleep I vaguely remembered dreaming you were using a vibrator on my shaft but I drifted back off not recognizing what it was until I sat straight up from a bolt of pain penetrating my cock. I screamed in panic and tried to pull it from my skin until my fingers took the hit. A split second later the pain was gone and I scrambled to your bedroom before you could shock me again. I quietly knocked on your door and waited for permission to enter before opening the door and kneeling at the entrance.

You snapped our fingers and pointed to the floor beside your side of the bed, "Get over here now."

I rushed to your side and knelt silently with my head bowed to await your direction. You were sitting up in bed texting as I quietly waited for you to speak. I quickly looked up and noticed it was 5am and Devon was no longer in your bed.

When you finally put your phone down you slid into your bed and rested your head on your hand. You hooked your finger beneath my chin and pulled my face up. You were smiling at me as your hand caressed the side of my cheek, "So I guess Devon put his hands on your downstairs and shoved you around?"

"Yes, Mistress Erika, but I understand. I deserved it. It was wrong of me ..." I tried to utter but stopped talking when you pressed your finger against my lips and told me to shush.

Your face turned serious as your looked down at me with pity, "No man puts his hands on my boy unless I tell him to and Devon knew that rule," you remarked plainly, "No man tells me what to do and certainly no man has the right lay a hand on you without my direction."

I knelt quietly as I stared at you not knowing what to say. Is thank you appropriate? Do I object? I had no idea, but you didn't let me speak anyway.

"So, Devon is gone," you grinned, "a point you're no doubt disappointed about."

After reaching the epiphany of my night I responded genuinely, "Ma'am, my job is serve you and make you happy and if Mr. Washington,"

"He's Devon to you now."

"If you enjoyed Devon, then I was happy to serve him too Mistress," I lied through my teeth as I jumped for joy inside.

"Whatever Graham," she laughed, "I know you better than you know yourself and you're bursting with happiness inside. Don't lie to me," she said as her tone went suddenly very serious.

I bowed my head in shame. I couldn't get it right today, "Yes Ma'am. I'm sorry Miss."

You grinned down at me, "It's ok," then patted the bed next to you, "Come, you can sleep with me tonight but before you do," she paused as she pulled the necklace with my key deep within her cleavage over her head, "take it off."

You didn't need to tell me twice, I was freezing and needed warmth, "Yes Ma'am, oh thank you," I answered as I took the key from your hand and unlocked the pad lock holding my cage in place the placed it all neatly on my bedside table before crawling into your bed.

You laughed as you held your arm out to let me cuddle with you, "Come on, right here babe," you smiled.

I tucked myself in tight against you and felt the heat of your body ooze into mine as my head rested on your shoulder, "Oh my god your so warm Mistress. Thank you."

You laughed gently, "Wow! My goodness, my little pap smear is freezing! Let me warm you up," you offered as I snuggled in tighter, "but my breasts want some appreciation."

I was only to happy to comply, "Yes Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am I announced as I kissed the nipple by my head.

You stroked my head with your nails and closed your eyes, "Lets give you a clean slate Graham, no whipping tomorrow and you'll sleep in with me."

My head perked up and I looked at you with a smile of relief on my face, "Thank you Mistress Erika. Thank you so much." I sighed deeply from the good news. Never in my time beneath you had you ever granted me a reprieve like that and my dread lifted away.

You grabbed my hair and pulled my face to your lips for a kiss, "You're welcome. But you better show me you've learned from today. Now get back down there," you smirked as your hand pushed my mouth back to your breast.

"Yes Mistress and thank you," and went to work pampering your nipple. "May I ask one question Mistress Erika?"

"Of course."

I lifted my head to look at you, "Are we going to have sex Ma'am?"

You shoved my mouth back down onto your tit and laughed, "Don't be silly, of course not sweetie."