Slave Games: It is late afternoon when I arrive at Mistress’s door. I ring the bell and drop to my knees. I am greeted by her live in male slave. He is so lucky to serve Mistress full time and be her husband. I am just one of her toys who comes to her when summoned. She is the most amazing woman I have ever seen and her beauty is eclipsed by her incredible sexy mind. She dreams the wildest dreams imaginable but unlike most dreamers she then implements them. I do not know how many slaves she has or what other lovers, as I know she also has normal lovers. It is not my place to know. It is only my place to serve and obey her and struggle to please her. When I first met her I was instantly enslaved by her radiant power. I met her for coffee and we talked for a while. Luckily I was able to amuse her enough to be invited to serve her. We went to her house on that first meeting and that is also when I first met her slave husband. He is locked in chastity, as I am now locked, but unlike me he gets to serve Mistress everyday. That first day we had to compete to serve her. Licking her feet, bringing her things, telling her how wonderful she was. I was not as good as he at any of these things because he had served her for a long time and knew what she wanted and how. I did please her some though and so she allowed me to become a slave to her. She then decided that she had liked the contest, the two of us striving to see who could focus best on her needs and her desires. She decided to have a contest and to award the winner a prize. We were then told the rules. We would both be tied and teased until we were desperate. We would then each have 5 minutes to compose a poem to her glory. The best poem won an hour of her teasing attention and the loser went into chastity to watch. The loser also had to suffer any punishment the winner chose. To keep the winner from being too cruel Mistress announced we would write our punishment ideas on slips of paper. The winner would make his choice by drawing two slips from the pile and picking one of them. This way it was possible one of us might have to suffer our own punishment. I was allowed to go first and was tied spread out on the bed while the other slave watched from his knees and glared at me. He was gagged and bound to keep from interrupting and to torment him while Mistress rubbed and teased my body, occasionally even allowing me to lick her body as she teased. I was brought to the edge of orgasm several times until I as on the edge of madness as well. I was then instructed to make a poetic pleading. I began------- Oh Mistress, serving you is a dream You are the most incredible and magnificent powerful being in the world Looking at you makes me want to serve you forever Leaving you makes me want to cry You are the whole world Your eyes are like the sun, warm and full of life and fire Your smile like the sea, deep and full of mystery ….. I went on for the full five minutes and at the end I could see a smile on Mistresses face just before everything went black as the blindfold slipped into place. I was then locked back into the Chastity device and tied on my knees. Apparently I would not get to watch the other slave suffer the tease. I could hear his moans and her giggles though and eventually his begging and crying as the tease continued. Then I heard her announce that his time had come to speak and my ears were filled with earplugs playing loud noises while he spoke. After a few minutes my blindfold was removed and so were the headphones. I saw that the other slave was now bound next to me on his knees and again in Chastity. My heart leapt thinking I must have won and was about to be released. She quickly dashed this hope by stating that we had tied for first place and so we would settle this with a race tied as we were on our knees. The first one to make it across the room and kiss her ass would win. We hurry on our knees. I imagine that we must look foolish as we struggle to hurry on our knees naked except for the cock locks we each wear for you. I stumble and fall over. I am panicked until I look up and see that the other slave has also stumbled. I push forward and just make it to get my lips to Mistresses perfect leather covered ass. She looks back down over here shoulder and giggles then grabs the other slave by the leash and pulls him forward. I smile and watch as she pulls him back and ties the leash to the doorknob. She then comes back and grabs my leash. She pulls me to the bed and unties me so I can climb up and be tied spread eagle on the bed. She quickly has me secured and my chastity lock off. I am desperate for her touch but suddenly I hear her giggle. It is that giggle that I love and hate. It is the giggle that makes me melt, that giggle that enslaves me, that giggle that sends chills up my spine. I always know when I hear that giggle I know I am about to suffer while at the same time experiencing an intense fantasy. It is that giggle that led me to be in the chastity lock for two weeks. It is that giggle that led me to agree to give up an orgasm for a chance to lick her ass for an hour, a chance I lost to the other slave so all I ended up with was a chance to watch him lick her ass for the hour. At the end of that particular torment she let him cum and made me lick it up after. So I know when she giggles I am both happy and terrified. She leans over me and touches me. Stroking me until I am about to cum then she straightens up again. She smiles and says “I promised the winner an hour of attention and you won so this is the beginning of your hour” She then starts a clock and moves over me to sit on my face in her leather pants. I struggle for breath as she tickles me in all the best places. I squirm for breath and for her touch but the bonds hold me in place. Just before I orgasm she stops and climbs off of me. I thrash in the bonds but to no benefit. I know if I was not tied I would make myself cum in seconds but there is no escape so I try to calm down. She giggles again and dribbles ice water all over me until I am soft again. She then giggles some more and strips off her pants. “round two” she says as she climbs back onto the bed in her red silk panties and nothing else. She climbs up on me again and again smothers me with her perfect butt. I kiss with enthusiasm and she is again teasing me. Just as I think I am in heaven the stroking stops and the smother gets stronger cutting off all my air and the whip falls hard on my legs. She continue the pressure and whipping until just before I pass out. She leaps up and giggles again while she increases the strength of the whipping. She looks down and giggles some more. Suddenly the whipping stops and the hands return. I am desperate and on the verge of begging but haven’t been given permission so I do not know what to do. She tickles lightly and rubs in long strokes then stops for a second only to start again and keep going until I am crazy. This is all observed by the other slave, who glares from his knees by the bedroom door. I occasionally sneak a glance at him and want to smile because I know how desperately he wishes he were in my place. I know his jealousy because it matches my own when he is under her. We both wish to be the object of her attention, whatever it might be and she uses this brilliantly to inspire us both to new levels of servitude. We would both do anything for her just to make sure the other did not have a chance to benefit from our refusal. I drift with these thoughts until I am sharply jolted by an alarm. She giggles and says “hours up time for more games”