SLAVE PREP

Here's a bit of an update on my preparations for Karl's upcoming slave weekend - a three day weekend, to be exact.  I decided to begin by getting together with my two local Femdom friends, Vanessa and Patsy.  Clarice, my bodybuilding Dom friend, is now on the west coast doing her bodybuilding thing and is out of my orb right now - though more on her later.

Not to leave Karl out of things, I ordered him to be ready to serve the three of us on the appointed meeting day, although he would be naked for the occasion, as would be fitting for a soon-to-be slave.  As usual, he would greet them at the door with foot kisses, and follow them into the living room on his knees, where he was instructed to await our orders while resting his forehead on the floor in front of us, hands clasped behind his back. 

I had already spoken to Vanessa and Patsy about my plans to enslave Karl for 3 or 4 days each month for the foreseeable future, and suggested that they would be welcome to join in the process.  This meeting was to put some details in order, and would be the first time that Karl would hear of this part of my plans.  I purposely avoided putting him in his chastity device, as I wanted to gauge his reaction to the words he would be hearing, and I wanted the ladies to see that as well.

We started by giving Karl our drink orders and sending him off to the kitchen for both the drinks and a plate of cheese, crackers and dip on a serving tray, which he was well versed in preparing.  Seven years of being my sub had taught him many skills, of which these would be a few of the simpler ones.  When he returned, he was told to make himself useful as a human table, on hands and knees before us.  We balanced the tray and the drinks on his back, advised him to be very, very still, and proceeded to carry on our discussion.

I won't try to go over our conversation word by word, but the gist of it had the ladies agreeing to act as co-slaveholders to Karl for various intervals during his periods of subjugation, and even offering to do entire weekends on their own with him.  We spoke at length about certain ground rules, especially the extent of his potential punishments for any misbehavior or failure to live up to expectations and/or orders.  Let's just say that the limits to such punishments were quite liberal, with very little disallowed besides any permanent marks or injuries.

Patsy, who owns a Victorian style home with several sub servants at her beck and call, has demurred in the past from participating in a slave session for Karl at her own house (she did participate beautifully at my house in the past), but has since decided that Karl could be trained as her personal maidservant/slave, so she was well on board for the "events".   I could just imagine what Karl felt when he heard this, as I'm sure he well remembered Patsy's proclivity for dressing him as a maid during a previous slave session, as well as her ready use of a strap to enforce her rules.

Vanessa, who had recently used Karl as a housework slave with many chains and shackles and whips in use for most of an entire day, expressed delight at having him to use once again, with the possibility of 3 days of "fun and frolic", as she termed it.  I think I heard a bit of a whimper from Karl as Vanessa delightedly agreed to enslave him again, but perhaps I just imagined it:)

We had finished our snacks and needed refills on our drinks, so I removed the tray from Karl's back and told him to return it to the kitchen and bring us fresh drinks.  This time we held the drinks ourselves and I ordered Karl to remove our shoes - no hands allowed - and kiss and lick each bare foot as he went along.  When he was done, I ordered him to stand at attention about 5 feet in front of us, arms held stiffly at his side while facing us, and I put a blindfold over his eyes.  I then directed the ladies to take a good look at his cock, which was fully extended and stiff as a board.  Karl turned red as we remarked on how happy his cock looked after acting as our coffee table and foot licker. 

I wanted the ladies to keep that cock in their view as we discussed the next issue:  slave sex.  For Patsy, it wasn't an issue at all, as I'd never seen or heard her doing anything that involved a male servicing her with tongue or cock.  If she was  interested in sex in the usual sense, it was news to me, and I simply assumed she got what she needed by being master of her house and servants.  Vanessa was another matter completely.  She and I were alike in many ways, and one was that we wanted our subs available to us with tongue and cock as we desired.  Now that Karl was to be a slave, should I expect Vanessa to feel differently?

Those of you who follow this blog undoubtedly remember this issue coming up when Karl last served Vanessa as a part-day slave.  No actual sex took place, at my previous insistence, but it was a close thing, and I wondered if Vanessa could - or should - control any urges for a longer period.  The issue was even more complicated in that I was in the process of seeking a new novice sub, as Karl and the ladies were well aware, and I had promised Karl that sexual contact of the sort that Vanessa had in mind would not be involved.

So I said that I was going to keep Karl in his chastity device at all times while in slave mode, and he was forbidden to use his tongue in either pussy or ass with anyone other than me.  I would allow his face to be placed on or in front of pussy or ass, but no actual tongue penetration would be allowed.  I looked directly at Vanessa as I said this, and I suppose she was expecting this because she asked an interesting question.  She said "Fine, you've told him that no tongue penetration is allowed and those are his orders from you.  What about if I order him to use his tongue in my pussy or ass and he refuses?  Just following your orders, right?  But since he'd be my slave now, he'd have to be punished severely for NOT following MY orders, right?  And if I punished him severely enough, and often enough, and he weakened and did as I told him to, what then?  You know how cruel I can be, and do you really think he could - or should - resist if I set my mind to it?"

Vanessa could drive a person crazy, and I could easily imagine how far she'd go in punishing Karl for following my orders rather than hers.  I couldn't put Karl in such a perilous situation, and was on the verge of calling off Vanessa's participation......but then another voice in my head said  "Hell, he wanted to be a slave, right?  Look how stiff his cock still is just hearing about all of this potential punishment.  Let him deal with the consequences". 

In the end, I decided to address Karl.  I reminded him that he had said that he wanted to be a slave and that he wanted other Mistresses to participate.  I told him that he'd have to follow my orders or suffer the consequences, and he'd have to follow Vanessa's or Patsy's orders or suffer the consequences.  If the orders contradicted each other, he'd have to decide for himself what to do.  "Are you willing to accept that situation, or do I call off the participation of Mistress Vanessa and Princess Patsy right now?  You have two minutes to think about your answer and then I'll allow you to speak."

We all watched Karl's cock as he stood there for those two minutes.  We gave each other little smiles as he remained rock hard for those 120 seconds, and I think we all knew what he'd say.  Sure enough, when I told him he could speak, he said "I am willing to accept the consequences.  Please allow Mistress Vanessa and Princess Patsy to participate".

So I guess we knew just how much Karl wanted to be a monthly slave, didn't we?  Just to put a little icing on his cake, I said, "Fine.  Now I'm going to phone your old friend Clarice and see if she'd like to be a participant.  Maybe she could come back east for awhile."  I swear Karl positively blanched at the mention of Clarice and his cock finally began to wilt.  He was scared to death of her due to past experiences, and he knew she'd been waiting a long time to get him under her control.  Actually, I wouldn't dream of getting her involved, but I'd always used the spectre of her as a sort of bogeyman for Karl.  As usual, it worked.  We all had a good chuckle (except Karl, who didn't know if I was kidding or not, and never would) and we ended our meeting on a high note as Karl's blindfold was removed and he was allowed to worship our feet for a bit before we dismissed him to remove our empty glasses and do the dishes.

The ladies went home and the stage was set for Karl's slavery.