My being a slave to my husband is much more than a sex game, it's a lifestyle and one we both take very seriously. We have to take it seriously or it just wouldn't work.  We put our whole personalities into our roles and by doing so our relationship has become so much stronger and more rewarding.

As his fuck slut and slave I know I'm pleasing my husband and Master, more than that, I'm fulfilling his fantasies and he loves me so very much more for doing so. I know that to some it may sound strange, but being treated as his property and obeying his rules makes me feel more secure and happy in my marriage. The more he fucks and controls me the happier I am, I couldn't care less what other people think of my submissive behavior, I'm not married to any of those other people and they don't know my true character or understand my emotional and sexual needs.

I've become his whore but I'm still his princess, the love of his life to be treasured and cared for. I'm not a slave to be harshly beaten or offered out to pleasure other men, he doesn't want to play out those kind of fantasies and neither do I.

Another girl loving and having me is different though, we both like that idea and I've found her with Chloe, my sexy black Mistress. She's claimed part ownership of me and I'm her slut and slave as well now. I'm getting everything I could possibly want from my two lovers, with their two different worlds of sexual pleasure to enjoy. But it is two worlds and that's my only worry, that I'm dividing my love and for how long can I keep both of my lovers happy?

It's satisfying my Mistress that I worry about most because I don't get to see her enough, but my anxieties soon fade away when I'm with her. Being Chloe's slave is so erotic and sensual, especially with her being so feminine and elegant. She goes to such great lengths to take good care of herself and her appearance, her make up always applied to elaborate perfection and every day she goes through a ritual of nourishing her velvety black skin.

That's my first duty as her slave, serving her beautiful body with body lotions, manicures and the like. It's quite a challenge to match the results my Mistress achieves, my nail varnish looks like it's been applied by a child in comparison. My hand's almost shaking as I paint her fingernails, I'm determined to do a good job and impress her. With great concentration and care I'm doing just fine, and it is erotic, kneeling naked at her feet with just my high heels and my new metal slave collar on.

I'm so proud of her for buying my collar, I thought she'd get one mail order as kinky fetish shops aren't Chloe's kind of thing, or rather the items might be but not the establishments. She's secretive enough about being lesbian so walking into a place of debauchery like that on her own would have taken some courage.

I bet she made quite an impression, striding in all smartly dressed in her skirt suit and asking to see a selection of collars and leads for her slave. I know if she was nervous she wouldn't have shown it, she's black and she's proud and she'll face up to any challenge with dignity will my Mistress.

"I was terrified," she admits, and I love my collar all the more because she made such an effort to get it for me.

"Were they ok with you at the fetish shop?" I ask her.

"No problem, a very nice girl served me, she even tried the collars on for me."

"I bet she loved that." I remark, feeling just a little bit jealous.

"Now, now my Two-Two," she says, sensing my true reaction.

"Two-Two Mistress?"

"It's slang in Ghana for a slut or a whore. You're my Two-Two now aren't you?"

"Yes Mistress, I'm Two-Two your slave."

I'm delighted with my new slave name, I think Two-Two sounds sweet, and I love the way my Mistress is creating her own unique style of ownership of me, mixing the fetish idea of slavery with her own Ashanti African culture.

She's adorned my naked body with tribal bangles and jewelry and painted black Ashanti symbols on both my arms, each one with a different meaning. There's a symbol to show our strong bond, one to show my fidelity, and the one I like best looks like two links of a chain joined together. That one's called Epa and shows I'm a slave to the person who owns my collar and shackles, and that person is her of course.

With her fingernails done I await my next task. I'm hoping she'll lift her dress and let me worship her pussy. I know she'll have no panties on and in my eager anticipation I can almost taste that lovely vagina. I'm so wanting to go down on her but my Mistress has other ideas, she's learning fast how she wants to treat her new slave.

"Thank you Two-Two," she says, admiring her nails. "Now attend to my feet."

"Yes my Mistress. What with?"

"Your mouth of course," and we're looking eye to eye as she says it.

"Yes my Mistress."

Instant obedience to your owner, that's one thing I know of how a good slave girl should behave. Without hesitation I lift one of her bare feet to my mouth and commence licking and kissing all over it, running my tongue along the arch, all the way from the ball of her foot to her heel.

She settles back in the sofa to enjoy what most people might consider to be a very humiliating task. Not to me though, I see it as yet another chance to show my submissive devotion. When I start licking her toes she's fighting herself not to writhe and giggle too much as I work and roll my tongue between each of them in turn.

Then the big toe, I know this will really get her going. I take the tip between my lips, suck on it like a cock only with much more sloppy wet suction. The whole thing is drawn into my mouth and I really get some pressure going as my sucking turns into one big slutty toe job. It really is like sucking cock as I bob and roll my head around in my efforts to please her.

"Oh that's good Two-Two," she says, so I suck all the harder.

As I keep sucking on that big toe she works her other foot between my legs and I rise up a little to give her easy access. I'm sucking away on her left foot while her right is working my pussy, pressing up hard against me then teasing my slit with her wiggling toes. I keep sucking and she keeps pressing harder and harder against my soaking, swollen labia and clit. I'm slowly humping myself on the end of her leg and my pussy feels so good I could cum on her foot.

"God, everything you do is so slutty," she tells me.

I just smile at her and she swaps her feet around so the one that's been playing with my pussy is now offered to my mouth. She teases me by moving it around, rubbing it over my face so my own wetness is wiped off all over me, then she relents and lets me suck my juices off her toes. I'm loving this and I'm becoming all the more intense with my oral adoration of her foot. I take as much as I can in my mouth and things are starting to get messy.

"You dirty little bitch," she calls me, as I'm licking up the pussy flavored drool off her toes and frigging myself faster and faster on her other foot. I'm so close now to cumming but she suddenly pulls her toes back from my mouth and presses her wet foot between my tits. With one steady movement of her leg she pushes me until I fall onto my back.

"Spread yourself slave," and I obey to display and offer her my easy wet cunt again. I'm getting desperate to cum now and I'm aching for her to do something, anything, to bring me to orgasm.

"Move closer," she tells me, and I shuffle towards her so from where she's sitting she can stretch out her leg and grind her heel hard against my cunt. The pressure spread over my vulva feels amazing and I'm writhing and squirming at her feet, I'm going to cum any moment but...

"Don't you dare cum yet." She tells me, and she stops that lovely pressure and gets up from the sofa. She stands over me looking down at the naked white slut at her feet, but she doesn't touch me anymore. My pussy is left screaming for fulfillment and I'm humping at empty air in frustration.

"Oh Mistress," I implore, looking up at her with pleading eyes.

"No." Is her simple firm answer.

I go to to feel myself but she orders me not to. She waits until I come back down from being so close to cumming and then, and only then, does she kneel to kiss my excited labia. One single kiss and no more. She stays where she is and when she starts talking it's as if she's talking to my pussy.

"Well, what did your husband say about you staying with me more?" She asks me.

"He said to tell you he'll think about it Mistress."

"I see," she replies. "Looks like I'll have to persuade him."

"What do you mean my Mistress?"

She doesn't answer me, instead she lowers her head and I feel her tongue on my wet slit. She makes a few long loving licks and then sucks on my labia, taking as much of my swollen lips into her mouth as she can. She begins to suckle on my womanly folds like a baby on her mother's teat, it's such a glorious sensation, the wondrous reality of her passionate love for me.

"Your pussy is so beautiful Two-Two."

"Thank you my Mistress, you make me feel beautiful."

She stays with her head between my legs, fingers me a little as she studies and plays with every intimate part of me. She repeatedly penetrates me and after each penetration she licks her own fingers, there's no limit to the depths of her affection. No other lover has ever shown such desire for me, not even my husband.

"I must have your pussy more," she tells me in earnest.

"Oh my Mistress," are the only words I can think of to say to her. As far as I'm concerned she can have me as often as she wants. We have a place in each others' hearts and we both long to keep showing it, but I still need my husband's consent to stay with her more.

"What else did your husband say?" she asks me.

"He told me to remind you what he said to you on the phone," I tell her.

"About not making you too sore fucking you with Kofi?"

"Yes my Mistress." She fucks me so hard with that massive black phallus.

"Or he'll have to use your mouth again?" she asks me.

"Yes."

"Was he joking?"

"No."

"Was he rough with you?"

"Yes my Mistress. Very."

"Tell me about it," she says. "Be all rude and filthy Two-Two."

She loves hearing me talking explicitly, all those years of expensive posh private schooling and suppressed sexuality are finally being released, and it's me that has the pleasure of setting her free. She might be my Mistress and a lesbian, but it's my world and my kind of raunchy raw sex that she's attracted to.

As I tell her of how my husband has me sucking his cock she carries on kissing my pussy, and the more lewd I am with the details the more passionate her kisses become. I talk about his erection using the crudest profanities I can think of, and my language gets even worse as I describe how I take him deep down in my throat. Finally I tell her of how he takes hold of my head to fuck my face with the same thrusting lust that he has for my pussy.

"Does he cum in your mouth?" she asks me.

"Yes, or over my face. I want him to."

"I could handle that," she tells me.

"Mistress?"

"I'll let him have me, then he'll share you more. That's what he wants."

"Is it?"

"Of course it is. He could have us together, that sounds good doesn't it?"

"I..." and I'm not sure what to say.

"Doesn't it?" She repeats, demanding an answer.

Oh it would be good, for him and me that is, but I'm not so sure about my Mistress. I'm so surprised she's suggested such a thing, what with her being so lesbian.

"Yes Mistress, I'd love it, but do you really want to?"

"Sure I do. It's my idea."

"But what if he...?" And I'm scared to say the obvious about what he would expect from her.

"Don't question my judgment slave."

"But Mistress, I don't think you...?"

"Stop it. You're my slave and you'll do as you're told."

"But Mistress you..."

"Be quiet, I'll spank you if you don't stop," she warns me.

She's not being fair. It's her I'm thinking of, I simply want reassurance that what she's proposing is something she really wants to do. I don't want her doing a threesome when there could be other ways he might let her have me more. I'm only trying to help her.

"Mistress, can I just ask...?"

"That's enough. Turn over," she shouts, and I know she's going to spank me now.

"I... I'm sorry Mistress."

But it's too late for me to be sorry, she's all excited and keen to teach me a lesson. With her superior strength she easily pulls me around to how she wants me, on my knees with my bare butt stuck in the air and my face buried in the rug. Like a good slave I stay in position, offering her my ass to be whacked and preparing myself for the punishment she's going to give me. I can't help it, I keep tensing my bum in expectation of that first slap.

When her hand lands on my bum cheek I yelp out in pain and surprise at how very hard she just slapped me. She's not holding back, she's intent on giving me a proper spanking, far harder than the half hearted play slaps my husband gives me whenever he puts me over his knee.

She keeps on spanking me hard and between each slap she yells out what I am to her now and how I should behave. I'm her bitch to be used and dressed how she wants me. I must do as I'm told and have trust in her judgment. I must not question her decisions or doubt her motives. I must let her use the power she has over me and above all I must learn to think like a slave and not just act like one.

"You're my bitch now. Do you understand Two-Two?"

"Yes Mistress," and my voice is a whimper.

Another slap lands on my poor bum, just as hard as the first time or maybe even harder, I can't tell anymore. My bum is stinging and I've tears in my eyes, I could sob really easily but I'm determined not to. I want to take the spanking she's giving me and learn everything she wants of me.

"Do you know what it means being my bitch Two-Two?"

She whacks me again and I can't answer as I'm sucking in air through clenched teeth to suppress the pain from my backside.

"Well do you? Answer me Two-Two."

She grabs and squeezes the tender flesh of my pussy in her hand, roughly mauls and gropes me as she awaits my reply. It hurts but it's another kind of pain, one that has me gasping and hoping for more.

"Yes Mistress," I finally manage to answer. "I'm your bitch and I do whatever you say."

I'm sniffling and hoping I've understood right and said what she wants to hear.

"Good enough. Now wait there," she tells me.

The spanking is over and she goes off to fetch me some tissues. My tears are running down my face now and my nose is all runny. I must look a mess and need to sort myself out, but I stay in position with my sore stinging butt in the air.

My Mistress returns and holds a tissue on my nose so I can blow like a little child, it's such a sweet caring act and shows she still loves me. She wipes away my tears and as she does so I think about how much I just let her abuse me with such a hard spanking.

"Oh Mistress that hurt," I tell her.

"That's what you'll get when you disobey me," she replies.

She walks off again and returns with a shopping bag and drops it in front of me.

"This is what you'll wear to prove to the world you're my bitch."

"Yes my Mistress."

She tells me to go to the bathroom to get myself dressed and ready to go out, to take my time and think about everything that she's told me. When I'm ready I'm to present myself to her with pride and gratitude that she's made me her bitch, I'm to drop to my knees and thank her.

On the way to the bathroom I grab my handbag so I can touch up my make up and brush my hair. My Mistress has made her demands of her slave and now I must prove to her that I'm genuine and worthy, that I'm not pretending or will back out from her challenge and run home to hide behind my husband.

In the bathroom I do as she told me, I take my time and do my best to make myself pretty. I know what to expect from what's in the shopping bag, all those photos she has on her wall of glamorous scantily-clad white women are her fantasy, and I'm honored that I'm the one chosen to make that fantasy blonde on her arm become a reality.

Of the three things she's bought me I choose the thong first to put on, it's miniscule and barely covers my pussy. With so little fabric it soon settles in my slit rather than over it. It's completely inadequate as properly functioning underwear, but it's arousing me simply by wearing it. My pussy loves the feel of being split and I can't resist a little touch of myself as I try to arrange it as best I can.

Next I slip on the creamy colored halter neck top which is nicely embroidered and pretty, it's quite ethnic and cute and comfortable to wear. The soft semi-sheer chiffon gives teasing hints of my breasts as they hang free without their bra.

It's not by wearing that sexy little top that I will prove I'm a slut for my Mistress, it's the black mini skirt that she's chosen for me. When I step into it I soon discover it's even shorter and much more revealing than anything I was prepared for. It's what you'd expect to see on a street whore, tight and so short I'll be flashing my curvy bum cheeks when I walk. It's by far the shortest skirt I've ever worn, so short it hardly seems worthwhile wearing it.

I feel sexy but unsure of myself and turn in my heels to study my reflection in the full length mirror on the wall. The woman I see looking back is a slut dressed for cheap titillation with what look like tribal tattoos and a multitude of bangles on her arms. I like to dress sexy but I've never gone anywhere looking as trashy as this.

But then I think about my Mistress and how magnificent she is, I think how she's waited and fought to have me. How she stands up for me and what she's prepared to do to keep me because she loves me so much. I think how lucky I am to be wearing her collar and be given the chance to serve as her slave.

Now when I look at my reflection I don't see Steffanie standing there all full of doubts, it's Two-Two I see admiring herself and how hot she looks. Two-Two has no doubts, she's only too happy to go out dressed like a whore to please her Mistress, and begin a new life as her bitch.

Two-Two knows how to walk with elegance and style, she leaves the bathroom and slowly covers the few steps to her Mistress. Each step she takes is with her shoulders back, her head held high and her eyes looking forward full of real pride in herself. One shiny high heel is placed in front of the other as her hips nicely sway from side to side. As she walks she's aroused at the feel of the tiny thong on her pussy and the shortness of her skirt baring so much of her naked pale white thighs, she's all legs in her tiny new skirt.

"Oh Two-Two you look amazing," exclaims her Mistress, sitting enthralled on her sofa.

"Thank you my Mistress," replies Two-Two, and she kneels at the feet of her owner.

"Thank you my Mistress," she repeats. "Thank you for making me your bitch."

"You're welcome Two-Two. Do you like your new clothes?"

"I love them Mistress, especially my new skirt."

"I knew you'd like wearing that one. Shall we go out for dinner now?"

"As you wish my Mistress."

"We'll go somewhere fancy, where I can show you off as my delicious sexy blonde slave."

"Anywhere you like my Mistress."

"Good Two-Two. Is there anything you want to ask me before we go?"

Two-Two knows this is a test from her Mistress, a test that Steffanie would have failed. But Two-Two's head isn't filled with endless questions or worries about her owner's idea to involve her husband. She knows it's not her place to ask for explanations, she's a slave and her Mistress has taught her to think like one.

"Just one question Mistress. Can I please lick your pussy before we go?"

"Oh excellent Two-Two, that's so much better. You're going to be such a good slave when I've finished training you."

"Thank you my Mistress, I promise to keep trying to please you."

"Good girl," her Mistress says, then pulls up her dress to offer her pussy to her slave."

"Now enjoy your reward Two-Two."

Two-Two is so pleased to be allowed to lick that lovely black pussy, and even more pleased that she's passed her first test. Unquestioning obedience is a hard lesson for any slave to learn. She's already looking forward to her next lesson, hopefully it will be something easier so she can avoid another hard spanking. But then again being spanked by her Mistress wasn't that bad, and it's a good way for her to learn and remember her training.

For now though Two-Two will do as her Mistress told her, and that's to be a good girl and enjoy her reward.