His Personal Servant. Part 3.

In the last tale, my man, or should I write, "master", invited two friends over to watch me as I dance for them. Acting feminine is something I enjoy.

All characters are over the age of 20. And consenting adults obviously.

As I walked onto the stage that, I was ready to have fun. Wearing a red thong, along with a black choker collar, my bare feet swept across the soft rubber floor. There was a seven foot silver pole.

He had invited two male friends over. Phil and Karl. Both were in there mid-50s and have been a couple for ten years. Master told them about me; how we met, my age, and what we do. They were intrigued.

Master spoke. "As promised for entertainment this night, my slave will dance for you."

While both clapped and whistled, a CD with techno music began to play.

Having all three men looking at me, made my cock so hard, that it poked up out of my thong.

"Nice cock, slut." Karl said.

Phil chimed in "Yeah. This slut loves to be ogled. It makes him horny."

I wanted to look irresistible. I did get a manicure and pedicure earlier that day. Then bought clear nail polish and black mascara. Plus, being naturally hairless, made me all the more feminine.

I felt free and unashamed on that little stage.

Shaking my tight, firm ass. Twirling around the pole.

I had all three men dazed and hard. Phil and Karl were rubbing each others cocks.

"Yes, fuck." Said, Phil, as he came on Karl's palm. "This slut makes for great live entertainment. Bob, you should rent him out for gay bachelor parties."

"That's not a bad thought." His eyes were full of carnal thoughts. Or so I imagined. I've been known to be wrong.

"Come to me slave." He says.

I wanted to be as seductive as I could for my master and show his two friends how submissive I am. So I got on all fours, and slowly crawled. Of course, I shook my bum in the process.

"What do you wish of me, master?" I said this in a faint, feminine, tone. It would drive him wild.

"First, make my two friends a whiskey on the rocks. Get my usual."

"Anything for you, master."

As I stood up, I noticed that, since we met, my voice was soft. It was not my usual voice that I spoke with while at work. Master wanted it that way when I was in his home.

While making the drinks, they all looked at me.

Karl said, "I love the nails and mascara."

"Thank you, sir. I want to be pretty for you."

"Your slave really wants to make you happy, Bob."

"Yes. That she does. Odd, though, I never thought of him as she, but perhaps it is more fitting?"

Did I hear him say "He?" or "She?" Well, whatever.

"Damn right it is." Karl said. "Your slave, whether he thinks he's a she or not, needs to embrace a certain femininity."

I walk slowly over with two whiskeys and one beer on a tray.

Bending over, I hand my master his beer. Then slowly walk over to the lovely couple. Each man takes his drink.

As I put the tray on top of the bar, master points to the carpeted floor. I know where I should be.

As I kneel, master attaches a four foot chain to a loop with a ring on the back of my collar. Facing out from him, on my knees, is what he desires. I know he likes me, but he wants his two friends to see the man who he owns.

Soon their dicks get hard again.

"Master, may I pleasure their beautiful cocks with my soft hands?"

"Yes. Submit yourself to both."

As Phil and Karl spread open their legs, I was aghast at the eight inch dicks I saw. Each sits separately on a sofa chair with a small round table in between the chairs.

As I slowly saunter over, each pulls his chair forward and closer to one another.

"Oh, your cocks are so big, my sirs."

Licking my palms, I began to slowly massage these beautiful schlongs.

"Mmm, do you each enjoy that?" I say with a somewhat fem whisper.

"Oh, yeah." Karl exclaimed.

Phils only moans.

"I love to pleasure men like you. Dominant. Hard. Muscular."

Flattery never hurts.

My spit made each cock nice and slippery. Phil had cum earlier while I danced. So I was surprised when he came really hard again.

"Oh, shit. Your slave gave a great hand job."

I continued to work more cum from Phils cock. Then Karl exploded.

"Ughh. Yes. Such a good slut."

As I milked each one for more cum, master arose from his seat.

"Slave on your knees and stick that tush out."

"Anything for you master."

*SLAP*

*SMACK*

*SLAP*

"I doing this for your own good. You need to be reminded of what and who you are. My beautiful slut.'

*SMACK*

I could only groan each time his hand came in contact with my butt cheeks.

"I am yours master. Your willing and loyal slave."

My cock was so fucking hard. I wanted to masturbate, but I need my loving masters permission.

"Master, I am so horny and hard. Please. Please, master. I beg you to let me massage my tool."

"Seeing as how you made my two friends very happy, and how well you danced, go ahead, and pleasure that tool."

I had not cum for, well, it must be at least 10 or 12 days. I've gone longer before but up until now, this was excruciating.

Standing up, I turn my back to Phil, Karl, and Bob, and bend over, pulling my thong down my long legs. As I stand upright, I slap each ass cheek, then turn to face three men who will watch me get off.

Kneeling on a soft cushion, I begin to rub my nipples in between my thumbs and forefingers.

"Fuck. This feels so good." I exclaim.

All three are eye fucking me. I feel so naughty.

As I begin to rub my cocks shaft up and down with my left hand, I use my right to massage my butt.

"You are such a naughty little slut. Aren't you?" Karl says in a commanding tone.

"I am. I am so naughty."

Up and down. Up and down. It feels so good, yet I try and stave off my orgasm for as long as I think I'm able to.

Bob says, "Your nothing but a slave in my home. A bitch for my use..."

My thoughts scream, Oh, yes! Degrade me! Make me feel like a piece of sexual eye candy! My body is yours to play with!

"...my use as a personal slave who will obey."

My right hand is grabbing my erection so hard. I can feel the all too familiar pleasure emanating from my groin.

"Ughhh. Yes. Fuck."

Shots of jizz keep coming.

"Master, fuck. This feels so good."

As I furiously, well not that furiously, rub my cock up and down, spewing more globs of cum, my audience looks on. I do feel degraded. I do feel like nothing but eye candy for three men. Most importantly, I do like it.