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Arabic Femdom Stories => Femdom Stories => Topic started by: shamr on November 11, 2016, 03:34:02 PM
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Makali is lighting a cigarette and handing over one to me as well. She starts explaining more about slaves and this kind of lifestyle, while the slave or dog – I still don’t know how to call it, just sure that it is not called human – is giving me the most relaxing and long lasting foot massage I ever got in my life. Life could be so easy, if we just don’t permanently try to follow given conventions. I regret, I did not try out before, but I am sure, it won’t be the last time.
Makali has almost finished her cigarette. „Please pull the dog leash towards us“, she asks me and commands to the dog, „Tongue out“. Makali is holding her burning cigarette butt in front of its nose and then suddenly stubs out her cigarette on its tongue. „Eat it“. Her voice sounds very strict again. The dog is suffering, not immediately swallowing. Makali slaps his face twice. „Eat it“, she commands again. I can see the dog trying hard to swallow. Its throat it moving. „Open“, Makali commands again, checking if the butt is gone. „Good dog“, she compliments and petting its head. „Isn’t it poisonous? “ – „Depends on the amount“, she explains. „From my experience up to four butts is ok. “
Actually after all I have seen today and after all Makali told me, I am not even surprised anymore and follow her example. I pull the dog leash towards me, take a last draw at the cigarette and press it hard against its tongue. I enjoy to see the pain from the burning in its eyes. The thing is struggling again, but manages to swallow faster this time.
„You said, you need a house cleaning, so let the slave do its work“, Makali said. That’s right, my house cleaner is visiting her parents this week and so it was not cleaned for a couple of days. We stand up and I pull the slave behind me to the chamber with the cleaning stuff. „Slaves are trained for this, so we can go back to the couch and let it do the work“, she says and gives it another kick, this time from behind between his legs, obviously hitting its balls. The slave is moaning. „I love this sound“, she shouts out excited. While we go back to the living room, I more and more feel that I have these feelings in me as well. Feelings I will not suppress anymore from today. Feelings I want to live. „We will cause more pain to it later“, Makali obviously can read my thoughts.
After two hours of talks about everything the slave should have finished its work now and we are going to check the results. „For every room we give penalty points. For light failures he will get five face slaps, for serious ones, three kicks in its balls“, she explains the rules, while I hope to find as much failures as possible. And I can be very fastidious, very. Already after the first two rooms I identified nine light and two strong failures. Even Makali is surprised about my strictness, but prods me. „Clean it off with your tongue“, she pointed on some dust in the corner of the bedroom of my son.
Arriving at our toilet she smiles and asks: „do you think, he cleaned properly? Let’s prove“. She picks a straw from her handbag and handing it over to the slave. „My most favorite test“, she smiles at me, commanding to it: „Drink!“ It seems it knows the procedure already. It puts the straw in its mouth and lowering its head deeply down into the toilet bowl. I hear how it is sucking the toilet water out of the bowl and swallowing. Makali is laughing again: „You see, the slave trusts its work“. Unbelievable, but this term I used already so many times today. Now she pushes his head with her foot against the ground of the toilet bowl and flushing. „Washing your slave’s head is important“, she chuckles.
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