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Slave Husband Bob

This story is a work of fiction. All characters are at least 18 years of age. Here's a little teaser of my next story. Anxious to hear comments/suggestions. -........................... Bob was sitting crosslegged (indian style) on the floor in front of the couch, in the center. As usual he was naked. These days he was rarely allowed to wear clothes indoors. His wife, Maggie, said it is only fitting that slaves remain naked at all times. So there he was, naked, crosslegged, pasty white and a bit flabby. It wouldn't be so bad if he was alone, or even if it was just him and his wife. But no, he was embarrased beyond belief. Sitting on the couch, above him was his wife, her mother, and her sister. Of course, they were fully clothed and smiling at his predicament. Maggie, his wife, had her leg extended and her toes in his mouth. His mother-in-law, Mary had her leg extended, and he was massaging her left foot while sucking his wife's toes. Miriam, his sister-in-law, had her ankles crossed, and was resting her feet on his right shoulder. The tv was on and it was just another family gathering in the evening. Maggie liked wearing toe-rings and had 2 on the foot Bob was sucking and said "Bob, my toe-rings are kinda dirty, suck them off and wash them in your mouth, then put them back on, using only your teeth and mouth." Her mother and sister both laughed at this and thought this a great way to clean toe-rings. Bob wondered to himself how he had gotten into this predicament? He now was his wife's full time slave, serving not only her, but her family, friends, and coworkers. Whether like tonight it was a family gathering, or under the table serving at their feet while they played scrabble, or at a hen party for his wife's friends and coworkers. He had no choice and had to obey her. It wasn't always like this. As a matter of fact it all started about a year ago.............
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Old 08-08-2012, 1:45 PM
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Intresting plot neal. and i for one wouldnt mind reading more.





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Old 08-08-2012, 1:59 PM
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fantastic start. i like forced foot cleaning and humiliation in front of females
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Old 08-08-2012, 2:08 PM
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Thank you, yes good start.
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Old 08-08-2012, 8:32 PM
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If this story is anything like the last one (especially with the pedicure "foot feeding") I'm gonna love it for sure!
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Old 08-09-2012, 7:49 AM
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Old 08-09-2012, 10:34 AM
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Old 08-09-2012, 11:19 AM
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Slave Husband Bob part 2

I was frantically sucking my wife's toes trying to dislodge one of her toe-rings for cleaning in my mouth, and at the same time massaging my mother-in-laws feet. Of course, my wife's sister was also sitting on the couch, resting her feet on my shoulder, occassionally sticking a foot under my nose telling me to take deep breaths and giggling the whole time. I was on the floor in front of them, naked, humiliated and embarrassed at my subservience and my nakedness. I glanced up at my mother-in-law, she was looking at me intently, a smile of contentment on her face and she said "Eyes down Bob, you don't deserve to look at us. Concentrate on your task at hand." Would I have to spend the rest of my life naked at their feet, obeying all their orders? I thought back to a year ago. I was an attorney in a good law firm. My wife Maggie, at that time worked for the firm as a paralegal. We weren't married at the time, not even dating, just coworkers. I was 35 years old, Maggie was 29. I had been with the firm for 10 years, and she for 3 years. There were 5 lawyers in the firm, 2 paralegals, and 3 or 4 secretaries. Maggie and I were working on a big project together. We worked long hours and very hard on this project. About halfway through, she stumbled on my well kept secret that I had been hiding for the last 9 years. I don't know how she did it, but she somehow came across my encrypted password in the computer, and she found me out. I had embezzled from the law frim for the past 9 years to the tune of about 1/2 million dollars. It wasn't that hard, 60 or 70 thousand dollars a year from a trusted long term veteran like me. Anyway, Maggie said she wanted to see me early that Monday morning. She had printed out all the incriminating evidence, bank statements, offshore accounts, mortgage records, etc., and of course financial documents from our firm showing what I had done. I was flabbergasted and at a total loss. I thought she was going to blackmail me, and I was right, just not for money only. Maggie said " Bob, I have copies of all these documents. One set is in a safe deposit box, and my personal lawyer has the key with directions to open it if I go missing or anything happens to me. Another set is with my mother in a sealed envelope, and she has the same instructions, and has given me her word she will not open it unless she has to. If the head of our firm finds out what you've been up to, we both know he'll prosecute to the fullest extent, and with his political connections, you'll get 10 years in prison." I swallowed hard and said "Maggie what do you want?" "Simple" she said. "I've always wanted a slave husband, and you're going to be it. Since I was a little girl I've dreamed of having a man at my beck and call, serving my desires and whims. Bob, heres what's going to happen: You're going to give your notice to the firm, we're going to get married at once, and you're going to sign over all your assets to me. You'll remain at home as a house husband and I'll work about 3 days a week as a paralegal with the firm. I could quit as well, what with all the money I'll be getting from you, but I enjoy my job and the company of all the girls I work with. I'm going to mold you and train you to be the perfect slave husband. Any questions?" What choice did I have? All guys have heard the horror stories of what happens in prison. I was a 35 year old flabby white guy, what chance did I stand in prison. So I said "Okay Maggie you win, I'll do whatever you want." She smiled and said "I thought you would, and from now on address me as Your Highness." "Understand?" I swallowed hard and said "Yes Your Highness." My thoughts of the past were abruptly interrupted when my mother-in-law said "Bob, work your fingers in between my toes, I like when you do that." "Yes Your Highness." I replied. Maggie required that when speaking to her mother or sister I had to address them as Your Highness as well. Miriam, my sister-in-law whined to her mother "Mom, I want a foot massage as well." Mary said "It's okay honey, we've got all evening." Indeed they did. My job tonight, as always, was to obey all their orders, and please them in any way they demanded. Back to a year ago. I gave my notice to the firm, dutifully signed over everything to Maggie, got married to her and began my new life as slave husband Bob.

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Old 08-09-2012, 12:09 PM
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Thanks for the new chapter Neal! Was a intresting read. Look forward to hearing more about this man and his new life.




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Old 08-09-2012, 2:57 PM
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awesome beginning...this is going to be good...thanks for the update.
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Old 08-10-2012, 7:23 AM
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great humiliation, please continue
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Old 08-10-2012, 1:33 PM
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Slave Husband Bob Part 3

I was finishing up on washing my wife's second toe-ring in my mouth, when my sister-in-law (my wife's younger sister) whined to her "Maggie, when is it going to be my turn? I want to use Bob too!" Miriam, my sister-in-law, was half my age at 18 years old. She was a mean, overweight, spoiled girl, who loved coming over to her sister's house, seeing me naked, and having to obey all her demands. I hated it, but it was still better than gang rape in prison! Maggie said "As soon as Bob puts my toe-ring back on, using only his mouth, we'll all switch." Hurry up Bob, my mom needs your mouth on her feet, and my sister needs your hands on hers." I struggled to force the toe-ring back on my wife's middle toe using my mouth and teeth. It took several minutes of effort on my part and all 3 women were watching me intently, enjoying my struggles. All the while I had to continue massaging Mary's (my mother-in-law's) feet. Working my fingers in between her sweaty toes as she requested. Finally I was done, and Maggie (my wife), said "Mom switch places with me." "Sure hun." said her mother. Now Mary was in the middle of the sofa, a daughter each side of her, and I, naked, sat on the floor cross legged in front of my mother-in-law. My wife made a flamboyant show of resting her feet crossed at the ankles on my shoulder, as she sighed contendedly and channel surfed. My mother-in-law said "Now Bob, do a good and thorough job on my feet tonight. No half- hearted effort on your part. Use that tongue of yours as you've been taught and give me a good foot bath. "Understand?" "Yes your Highness." I replied. She smiled at this and extended a foot towards my face, toes spread in anticipation. Meanwhile, Miriam said "Bob, I know you'll be hard at work on Mom's feet, but I don't want you to neglect mine because of that. I want you to massage each toe individually, and just like mom, work your fingers in between, then work on the balls of my feet." She then broke into a broad smile and said "I know they may be a little stinky and sweaty, but you're the slave and have to do what I say. Understand?" "Yes your Highness." So while I tongue bathed my mother-in-laws feet, and massaged the brat's feet, I let my mind wander. I often day dreamed while serving my wife, her family or her friends. Somehow it made this horrible experience a little more palatable. I thought back to the first week of our marriage. Maggie started me off slowly as her slave and tested the waters. Any time I hesitated or didn't fully comply with her orders, she spoke of prison, and I was jolted back to reality. At first, I wasn't kept naked at all times. She required me to be in my underwear, and had me wear an apron (adds to my humiliation). Sometimes even today she has me wear the apron, though I am totally naked underneath. Usually She requires me to wear the apron when I am serving her and her friends at their weekly scrabble game. Getting back to the first weeks of our marriage, naturally her family was shocked at it's suddeness and their lack of knowledge about it. But, once they saw her new big house, her comfortable lifestyle, and my submissiveness to her, they (particularly her mother) thought it was great, and my mother-in-law and sister-in-law visited often. Mary knew something was up, but didn't press the issue with her daughter, she just enjoyed my new role in their family. Maggie introduced them to my status slowly, and when her mother visited I was often on the floor in my apron, massaging my wife's feet, she explained to her mother that since I was the "house-husband" this was the role I had come to accept and it was my duty to please her. Her mother smiled and said what a lucky girl she was. I was brought back to the present time when my mother-in-law said "Bob, you're doing a good job with that tongue of yours on my foot bath, but my heels are a little rough, why don't you suck them and soften them up, then scrape them smooth with your teeth. You may swallow any bits you remove." "Okay?" And she withdrew her foot a few inches, stared at me, and waited for my required response. "Yes Your Highness." I replied. Miriam, not to be outdone said "Bob, you're slacking off a bit, more pressure on the balls of my feet. Maggie, he's not doin it right!' To which my wife responded, "Bob, you know what my kid sister likes and how much pressure she enjoys when you massage her feet, let's get with the program, do a better job." "Yes Your Highness." My sister-in-law, looking at me the whole time, was smiling like the cat who ate the canary. Just more humiliation and degradation for me at the hands or should I say feet of my wife and my inlaws! Yes, gone are the early days of our marriage, the first few weeks, though I was always submissive to them I wasn't their full-fledged slave sucking their feet in the nude. Early on I would fetch drinks, run errands, and make myself useful to them when they visited. Of course they observed me serving my wife, sitting at her feet, massaging them, but I had yet to serve them in this fashion, and they just thought I was a submissive house-husband. Little did they know, that once they left, my wife would rest her feet on a foot stool and require me to kneel before her and suck her toes while massaging that foot at the same time. She absolutely loved this and would have me do it for hours, alternating feet. If I even stopped for a minute or two, she'd berate me, asking who had given me permission to stop. I vividly remember the first time she asked her mom, if she'd like a foot massage. Maggie was staring at me looking for a response, and I was shocked and embarrassed by what she had said. That was the day that began my real slavery and brought me to this point in my life!
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Old 08-10-2012, 1:48 PM
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