Husband Slave Stories

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Husband Slave Stories
This is a story I made up and wanted to share with people, hope you enjoy it.


P.S. This is not a real a story, only a fantasy.


Tommy was 13 the day when his life was fully changed.
It was Friday, the day Tommy would go to his room and talk to his friends on social networks or applications, he was home alone, as it was like this everyday. Tommy, who has a stunningly beautiful mother at the age of 30 with wonderful size 8 feet and 2 sisters that are adopted when their mother was 21, are both blonde with size 7 feet, one of which was 17 and the other 18, his father had died after a plane crash. Tommy would usually make his sisters and mother angry by his natural aggression to them, but this week, he was grounded with no computer in his room and couldn't leave his room after school hours. He was extremely bored, so he decided to ride his bike, even if it was against the rules of his punishment, but he went on to ride it anyways. After about 2 hours he parked his bike back home and opened the door, there his mother and sisters stood there.
"What on earth were you thinking Tommy?!" Yelled his mother.
"I was bored so I went for a bike ride, but that's none of your business, bitch." Replied Tommy.
His mother was just an inch from beating him, but that never worked, Tommy was a true paintballer, he could rarely feel pain.
"That's another week for you Tommy, cussing at your mother is a terrible sin." Said his mother.
But Tommy didn't care... at all.
"Can it skank!" Tommy said with anger coming from his voice.
"Go to your room we will arrange what will your punishment be. NOW!" Said his mother angrily.
Tommy could never stand his mother's screaming so he went to his room immediately. After fifteen minutes Tommy heard his name called by his mother from the Entertainment room.
"Tommy come down here, I want to apologize for the screaming and drama I did fifteen minutes ago."
Tommy rushed down and saw his mother and sisters sitting down in front of the television.
"You can watch T.V. if you're that bored." Said his mother
"Cool, where's the remote though?" Replied Tommy.
His mother had told him that she forgot where she put it and asked him to find it under the sofa, as she reminded him that it might have been there. Tommy went down on his knees and hands to look for the remote, but as he saw the remote he felt the pressure from his mother and sisters hands pressing on to his hands and simply bringing them behind his back and tying them up.
"OH WHAT THE F**K LET ME GO!!" Tommy screamed out.
His mom and his sisters dragged him to the sofa and moved the carpet, it seems that they have installed chain loops for Tommy to hold him and prevent him from escaping. His mom stood over him, she was still in her business dress, pantyhose and high heels.
"Listen, we've got you now, you're ours. You will follow every single command that we give you from now on."
"NO LET ME GO NOW!" He flinched and moved, but nothing worked.
His mother attached the loops and chains of his to the loops on the ground.
"I told you once, if you don't follow our commands, we will call the police, and set you up in a way that it would seem that you wanted to brutally murder us. So you've got 2 options."
His mother took off her high heels and held it in her hands.
"Now this is extremely necessary. I know, I know, I've been on this heels like, aaaalllll day, but you gotta accept your consequences, we're not taking shit from you anymore. So get ready to give up your life to us now."
Tommy shook his head and accepted the consequences.
"Alright here we go, first whiff for our new family owned slave"
She lowered her high heel to his face and placed the smelliest part of her foot, the toes. He inhaled, coughed and gagged he did, but he knew what his job was and had to do it. His mother and sisters laughed as hard as they could. The youngest of the two sisters took off her Puma high tops that she wore all day at cheerleading.
"Hey loser, I've been at cheerleading all day today, mind if you take whiff of what that smells like?"
"Yes Josie, I do, if it is your command and wish." Said Tommy
"Excuse me? My name isn't Josie for you anymore, from now on you will call me Goddess!" Said Josie
"Yes Goddess, you are the most powerful one and rule me. I am meant to be stepped on and nothing more." Replied Tommy
"That's better." Said Summer, Tommy's oldest sister
Their mother smiled with happiness in her, seeing her daughters dominating her son as well as her. She always thought that men are nothing more but snakes and deserve this kind of treatment from women. Josie placed her Puma on his face and held it there for a minute straight. Tommy almost died without any air in him. Summer, his older sister took off her knee high boot and placed it on his face after her younger sister was done. After several minutes they all finished choking him with their terrible foot odor inside of their shoes, boots and heels.
"Okay dear, now you need to clean our shoes, the inside and the outside, we've been walking on dirt and they're really dirty. I mean, you can't expect me to go to work with dirty heels like these will you now?" Said Mary, Tommy's mother.
"No! Smelling them is the last straw, but licking them?! I mean that's just degrading!" Tommy replied.
"Oh dear, you are a comedian aren't you? You know what's going to happen if you don't do it dear. I'm not going to clean my heels for something I didn't do, so as default you'll do it. Oh, and also you'll clean everything that I do to them too!" His mother told him with a sweet voice.
So he got to it, knowing he would have to do this for the rest of his life. After what seemed like hours to Tommy, he was finally done with licking the dirtiness from the outside of their shoes and the sweat from the inside of their shoes.
"That's right dear, suck it up. You will be doing this for the rest of your life. Oh yes and I've planned out what we're going to do to you tomorrow and so forth." Said her mother sweetly.


Part 2 will be continued soon. 
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Well everyone here it is my new story. I have not given up on Nicola and breana. But some of you said you wanted me to do a story about a family (Mistress, Master, and young mistress) I don't know if I'll add to many others to this story but this is the start. I have put almost no ages in here so you can make them up as you go. 

The Family Slave

I am the slave of wonderful family. That is what my Mistress and Master have told me. They live in huge mansion in the richest part of town. I was my Mistress slave from a young age. I had run away from the foster home the state had put in. The family there used me like a work horse. So at the age of 10 I ran away.

Let me start by telling you about me. Not that there is much to tell. I a very white female. If I were to stand I would be around 6 foot 7 inchs tall. I weight is ony around 130 pounds because I only eat the trash out of the can in the kitchen. I also eat what ever is left for me in the families toilet. I only drink from that too. I even get to drink the unused water sometimes.  

Not long after I ran away my Mistress found me. I was hiding in her horse stall. When she walked in she looked so wonderful in her ridding outfit. She has long golden blond hair and deep blue-green eyes. For her size she was and may I say still is perfect. Long legs, a models body, and a face of a goddess. She walked in took one look at me and said,

Alina: “So you must be my new stable bitch. Well come over here and help me up.”

I froze and was very afraid of her. She had on spurs and had a ridding crop with her. She looked at me with her big blue-green eyes and her face turned all hard. She reached over and grabbed me by the hair with her leather gloved hand and pulled me over and shoved me down on my hands and knees. Then I felt her step on my back. She was around the same age and size as me back then. But she felt so much heavier than me. She was and is not fat. It was just that she is so much more healthy than I ever was. I held my place and she tried to hop on her horse. She missed the first try and landed on my back. She stomped on me and tried again. This time she made it. As I kneeled there in the mud and what erev she rode off.

Some two hours later she came back in. She rode up to me and said,

Alina: “Well are you going to stand there or are you going to help me down?”

I ran over and got down on my hands and knees. She sat high above me and said,

Alina: “Not like that. Lie down on your back next to me.”

I did and she swung her leg over the horse and came down on top of me. She boots slammed in my gut and chest. She stood there looking down at me and said,

Alina: “Good bitch. How would you like to come home with me and be my house bitch?”

I smiled up at her from on the ground. That was some 19 years ago.

When she was in her early 20’s she met a man who she loved very much and who loved her. She showed him me and he loved the idea of them living a life with a slave to do all the work and treat like a thing.

I was even used at their wedding. That morning I was painted white from head to toe. Then I had to lie naked at the back of the church so that everyone could step on me as they came in. When the wedding started I had to push the white carpet to the front with my face. Then I had to go back and let her and her father stand on me to start their walk down the center of the church. When they stepped off me I had to go and lay at the front of the church so that when they got there they could step back on me.

After her father gave her away her soon to be husband stood on me too. They stood there the whole time of the wedding. She had on a beautiful white wedding dress with 4 inch stiletto heels boots. He had on a very sexy tux with black dress shoes. She stood on what she called my titless chest and he stood on my gut and cunt. When they turned to kiss at the end they did without a care as to what it did to me. Why should they. They had come to think of me not as a person, no but as something for them to use as they see fit. And right then I was just a rug. They stepped off me and walked out of the church.

I then had to go from side to side and let each row of people step on me as they left. I would stay on my hands and knees till Mistress baby sister would hit me with a whip and then I had to lie down and let that row all step on me as they came out. After every one had left the church I was taken to my Mistress and new Master. She and he looked so in love. She looked at me and said,

Alina: “His shoes have dust on them, lick.”

I licked his shoes for about 5 minutes. Then he said,

Troy: “Her boots look dirty, lick.”

I knew he could not see her boot but what was I to say anything. So I licked her boots till they were ready to go to the reception. He took hold of my leash and she picked up a long thin white whip.

As they walked and I crawled out to the car, she whipped me and he pulled on my caller. When we got to the car I laid down on my back and they each stepped on my face to get in. She had me get in with them and lay on the floor. We were off the very big party all for them.

When we got there I got out first and laid down like before. Then Troy got out and stood on my face. He took a step down me and stood on my gut and tits, then Alina got out and she stood on my face. The photographer wanted to get some photos of them getting out so they did it three more times. One of the shots was of him just before he stepped on my face and another was of her just as her stiletto boot came down on my face. She said they wanted that one so they could share in the joy of me being their slave.

I think it was more of a way to remind me I am theirs to do with as they want. The only place they put the photos were in a small box type of place they put me when people came over that do not know they have a slave. And they have lights on them so I was never in darkness to sleep well. I could always see them stepping on my face that day. After the photographer was done they stepped off me and used the whip to drive me to the reception hall. I was made to lie next to a raised dance floor. I was the only way on to or off of the dance floor. This was a long party of six hours. Evcery one was stepping on every part of me. For some reason my Mistress and new Master liked uneing my face as their step.

After they left for their honeymoon I was left with her baby sister for a week. But that is a whole different story. And I may tell it someday. But this story is about the family I now live under the feet of all the time.                 
Very nice start, I agree. Looking forward to more.
Here’s the newest part. Hope you like it.

Family slave Part 2

It was winter here when they got married. So the day they were to arrive I had to clear the driveway and the walk way up to the front door. Mistress baby sister made me do this in the nude with only a pair of flip-flops on my feet. I had just put away the shovel when their car pulled up.

I ran out to meet them. I went to my new Masters door opened it and laid down on my back. He got out stepping on my face. He walked down my body even stepping on my knee as he did. He walked around the back of the car to my Mistress side of the car as I crawled around the front and lay back down. My face was in just the right spot for her to step on when she got out. She had put her stiletto heeled boots on before she had got there.

She stepped out and on to my face. She then walked down my body slowly as if she were on a fashion runway. As she stepped on my knee then off me. I got up crawled as fast as I could opened the front door and laid down just inside. Just as they got to the door he picked her up in his big strong arms to walk thru the door. Then he stepped on me with still in his arms. He set her down right on my face as he stood on my tits and gut. He turned to her and they kissed.

He stomped his feet on me to knock the last of the snow and slush of his shoes then he stepped down off me. She stepped to my tit-less chest and she stomped to knock the rest of the slush off too. Then she stepped down off me.

They walked into their living room and sat down on the couch. She snaps her fingers and I crawl in as fat as I can. Troy or Master Troy says,

Troy: “Bring us a glass of wine. Make it white wine and the bottle too.”

Alina: “First come here.”

I crawl over to her and she slaps me first forehand then backhand then the same over again. She looks at Troy very lovingly and says,

Alina: “It forgot to say welcome home. It should have kissed your shoes and my boots and said welcome home.”

I dropped on chest and gut and started kissing and licking his shoes and her boots saying,

Ass: “Mistress, Master I welcome you home. It has missed you so much. My lowly life has not been the same without you here. It is so glad to have you back. I have missed the feel of you boots and shoes on my worthless body. I have missed being your ashtray. I love when you make me suck your dick and lick you golden pussy. And I love it even more when you let me lick your ass after you use the restroom. My life was empty and had no reason till you my Mistress and Master came back. I live to make your life easier and will live to do so till you wish to end me. But even when I have ended I pray you take what is left to use as you want.”

The whole time I was saying this I was kissing their shoes and boots. Mistress Alina kicked me away and said,

Alina: “Go get the wine, and stop making so much noise.”

So I crawled over to the bar and got them a chilled bottle of white wine and two glasses. I put it all on a silver tray and carried it back to them. Master Troy took the tray from me and Mistress Alina snapped her fingers. I knew what she wanted me to do. I got down on my hands and knees and Master set the tray on my back. They sat with me as their table for more than an hour. When they needed to or wanted to they would ash in my mouth and put their smokes on my body and make me eat the butts.

They finely got up and Alina said,

Alina: “Get our bags out of the car and bring them to our bedroom. You have two minutes to bring them up. And don’t drop them or I make you wish you were never born.”

Troy: “Oh and be very careful with the box. It has our gifts for our friends and family.”
Alina started to laugh and said,

Alina: “Yes and we even got you something too. I know we are going to love to give it to you.”

They were both laughing at that as they started to walk away. Then Alina stopped and turned back to me as I was taking the tray off my back. She said,

Alina: By the way how was it being a slave to my baby sister for a week?”

Ass: “Mistress your sister is a goddess as are you. She saw fit to keep for you as you and master were on you honeymoon. She kept me contented with doing her chores and any number of task that she felt were to low of a job for her. She did find time to let me be a rug, ashtray, and party toy at a party she had for many for her female friends. I thing she had about 40 of them over for what she called a sleep over. They all found it very enjoyable to walk on me in high heel boots. Put their smokes out on me and make me eat them. They also used me for target with the long whip you gave her. They also found it fun to ride me down the stairs like you did when you were very young. I hope I proved to be a good slave and that you will be happy with the report she gives you. If not I hope you, Master and your sister will find a way to show me your displeasure.”

Alina: “I think I can come up with something. Now ass-breath you have two minutes so you had better move your fat ass.”

Ass: “Thank you Mistress. I will Mistress.”

As soon as they were out of site I ran to get the bags and bring them to the bedroom. They had so many bags I knew I was going to pay for being slow even if all three of us knew I could never bring all the bags in with the time given. It took me five minutes to do the job. I was kneeling outside of the door to their bedroom when I knocked. They took still more time to tell me to come in. I knew I was in for a long time of pain when I crawled into the room. But till I saw them I never knew how bad it was going to be.

Did you like it? Let me know. And yes the slave is named 'Ass' See you next time.
I'm curious to read more. Don't worry about the lack of comments, I'm sure a lot of readers enjoy your story as well.
I'd like to read more of this story too. I quite enjoy family based stories, but I'd like it even more if there was (much) less of the man involved and more of the daughter or baby sister. I like the idea of her only being allowed to eat trash out of the can too. It's not some standard theme that a lot of stories have incorporated.
Thank you wauuw. I never know where a story will go till I do it. Sorry it took me so long to get back to posting. My last POS computer went to shit and it took me till now to get back up and running. I look forward to taking this story and others to some place. But I still have no idea where that will be. I will say that I like to take stories on a road that fits and not just drop so
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