Amanda, the family slave – Part 1

Things were finally looking up for Amanda.

After inheriting a small house from her adored grandmother – who passed away at age 87 – she could finally move out of her parents’ place and live by herself: the constant drunkenness of her father and mood swings of her mother were no longer tolerable. And she found an attractive, caring boyfriend. He made her feel special and loved, which was a nice change after a series of failed relationship with neglectful losers.

Josh – her new boyfriend – was separated from his wife and had a teenage daughter, Megan. Just a couple of months into the relationship, Amanda asked Josh to move in with her: she couldn’t bear the thought of her own boyfriend still sharing a house with his ex-wife, although she believed him when he said that it was over between them. Amanda also redecorated her spare bedroom, to be occupied by Megan whenever she was in her father’s custody.

Things worked really well at first. Josh was a sweet partner and a passionate lover. He had a very high sex drive, and he kept becoming more dominant and demanding as he realized how hard it was for Amanda to say no to him. She was a natural submissive in bed – so that was great for her – but he progressively brought the same attitude into their everyday life. One day they were having an argument, and Amanda was left astonished by his reaction…

“Josh, I really need you to stop dropping your dirty underwear all over the house. I am not your maid, for God’s sake!”

“You’re right, honey” he replied, standing up from the couch and walking towards her. “You are not my maid. You are my slave, whenever I say so! Do you remember when I made you repeat that over and over again, last night?”

“Are you serious? That was only a game during sex. You can’t just…”

She could not complete her sentence. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and whispered in her ear: “On your knees now, woman!” Amanda wanted to resist – it was a matter of principle – but she instantly got wet, while feeling so weak in her knees. Her submissive nature prevailed in a matter of seconds. She kneeled down, unzipped his pants and started pleasuring him. It was not enough. Intoxicated by her acceptance of his power, Josh got more aggressive than ever and used her mouth as if she was a cheap prostitute. Amanda felt humiliated, and she nearly choked when he came in her throat, but she could not bring herself to protest. When it was over, she even smiled back at Josh as he left her there, kneeling down on the kitchen floor, wondering if he even noticed the tear running down her face.

That episode was a turning point. Josh was still sweet with her at times, but he considered himself empowered to treat her like a sex slave any time he wished. And when Amanda lost her job as a bank clerk, he also started treating her like a full-time servant in the house. She was so scared of losing him – and she became more insecure once unemployed – that she soon accepted her role without any protest.

Their very last argument went like this…

“Josh, I really love being your little slave… you are my handsome man, and I adore you… but this is going too far. I feel like I am losing myself a little, every single day!”

“Honey, don’t be silly. You are not losing yourself. You are giving yourself to me! And that’s what I want: your unlimited submission. I want you to trust me to be always right, to know what’s best for you… and to let me exploit and abuse you for my comfort and pleasure, any time I wish. I know you love it. You just can’t resist me…”

“I can’t, you are right… but we really need to discuss some limits. I mean…”

“Shut up” he interrupted her. “You are mine. There are no limits. And besides, I am the one providing for this family now. So just go back to the kitchen and make me dinner!”

That night after dinner, Josh ordered Amanda to get on all fours in front of the TV. She thought he wanted to have sex in that position, but he simply sat on the sofa and used her back as a footrest for the duration of an entire movie. He had never made her do anything so humiliating outside of their sex life. She thought of protesting several times, especially when her position became painful and the weight of his legs started really sinking into her back, but she ended up accepting his dominance and being a silent piece of furniture for the entire time. He only gave her a short break halfway through the movie: “Go get me a glass of water!” followed by “Back to your position!” At the end, he kissed her on the lips and said “Good night, sweetie. You did good today.”

She started living for those moments, for his approval. She was intoxicated with submission, and obsessed with making him happy. There was no sex that night, but Amanda secretly masturbated in the bathroom before going to sleep, thinking of how her sore back was the result of the comfort she had provided to the legs of such a handsome man.

She was lucky to be his.

Amanda’s life got pretty hard though. Josh was always demanding and unpredictable, only occasionally thoughtful, and often dominant beyond what she had previously considered her limits. But the amazing sex – and some occasional moments of intimacy and sweetness – kept her going.

The worst thing is that Josh gradually started treating Amanda like the house servant in front of Megan, whenever she stayed with them. And the teenage girl soon started following her Dad’s example: “Amanda, go fetch me that book!… Bring me a glass of orange juice!… Have you washed my cheerleading outfit yet? I need it tomorrow!” And so on…

Then one night, Dad and daughter were watching a movie on the sofa after dinner, while Amanda took care of the dishes. Once done, the woman went to join them in the living room, only to hear Josh immediately say: “Babe, we need to get a coffee table for this living room. I am just not comfortable with my feet on the floor! In the meantime, you know what to do!” Amanda was astonished. Was he really asking her to be his footrest in front of Megan?

Not only he was serious. He also invited his surprised daughter to make herself comfortable as well. So there was Amanda: on her hands and knees, bearing the weight of her boyfriend’s legs in the middle of her back, as well as the weight of his daughter’s legs on her shoulders and neck. The humiliation made Amanda shed some silent tears, but she also got embarrassingly wet between her thighs.

Megan seemed initially shy about it, but she soon started fully enjoying her human footstool. At one point she left one extended leg on Amanda’s shoulders and she bent her other leg, placing the bottom of her foot on the back of Amanda’s neck.

“Why am I tolerating this?” Amanda asked herself silently. But her arousal was breathtaking. There she was, a beautiful 28 year old woman… on her hands and knees to be a comfortable footstool for her much older boyfriend, as well as for his teenage daughter. The most inexplicable thing was how much she enjoyed the humiliation of Megan’s foot sole on her neck, its weight and soft skin, the awareness that a teenager was using her as nothing more than a piece of furniture. When Megan jokingly waved her pretty foot in front of Amanda’s face – teasing her and expecting some sort of funny reaction – the woman found herself lifting a hand from the floor, placing it under the girl’s foot to sustain its weight, and gently kissing it.

Megan giggled, then she stood up with a smile and turned around to face Josh: “Dad, I am going to head to bed. Please let me know how the movie ends. And thanks, this little game was fun!”

“Any time, sweetheart. You know Amanda loves you” he said about the woman who was still serving as his footrest “and how she always wants to spoil you, to serve you, to make you happy. It’s because you are the most adorable girl in the world! Let me ask you something. Have a seat for a minute” Josh continued, lifting his legs and then patting Amanda’s back twice with his hand.

“Do you mean… here?” said the girl, looking at the petite woman on all fours by her feet.

“Yes, of course! She is strong, and you are so light and beautiful, my girl!”

“Ok” the girl replied, gently sitting right in the middle of Amanda’s back, which naturally bent a little under her weight.

“I want to make sure you always feel loved, Megan. How do you feel about me and Mom being separated? And what do you think about me now dating Amanda?”

Josh’s question inevitably led to a longer conversation than he originally intended, with Megan using her stepmother’s back as a human chair for the entire time, without any second thought. Like the typical gymnast and cheerleader, she was very flexible, and accustomed to changing position all the time: one moment she was sitting with her legs dangling on one side, few minutes later she was cross-legged in a yoga pose with her entire weight in the middle of Amanda’s back, then she settled for a while with her knees bent towards her own chest, which meant that her feet rested on Amanda’s shoulders. Finally, she placed her feet on the back of Amanda’s head, just as she started talking about her. Now the woman’s back was the teenager’s chair, while her head and hair worked as a comfortable footrest for the bottom of the girl’s naked feet.

“I don’t mind Amanda” Megan started saying, as if the woman was not right there beneath her, listening to their conversation. “I can see that she makes you happy, and that she is trying her best to make me like her. But I am not ready to start seriously caring about her. And, honestly, sometimes I am a little jealous of how much time she gets to spend with you. Right now I feel grateful for her genuine effort to take care of me, to make me sit comfortably” she continued, while intentionally making her own feet heavier to push Amanda’s head a little further down. “But – I must admit – I am also enjoying her obvious pain and discomfort, and thinking that she is supposed to be at my service. At our service! You and I come first, Dad. Everyone else should be secondary, even if they live with us!”

Josh thanked her daughter for being so honest with him. And he promised to find the best solution to make her happy. “You are the most important person in the world for me, Megan!” he said at one point. Then he also asked her to give Amanda a chance and to be nice to her, although he wondered how effective that invite would be, after he had encouraged Megan to use the woman as a human chair for the past 40 minutes.

Then Megan stood up, kissed her Dad goodnight, and – while walking to her bedroom – she also made the effort to say “Good night Amanda!”, just as the woman was getting up on her knees.

Josh looked at his kneeling girlfriend, visibly exhausted and sore. Amanda had tears all over her face.

“I love you, babe. This was so important to me!” he said to her.

“What was important? Turning me into your daughter’s slave?” she said, with a neutral tone of voice that Josh could not really interpret.

“I am just trying to make you two connect! I won’t lie: it was hugely arousing for me to share my slave with someone else. It made me truly feel that I own you, that I can dispose of you as I please. But there is more. Megan has become more insecure after Tiffany and I separated. At her age, confidence is important! I want her to feel beautiful, special, adored… to the point where even her stepmother is willing to do absolutely anything to make her happy, including being her servant in the most humbling ways!”

Now Josh was seriously concerned that he had pushed things too far. While he was the only person working in the family, he would not have known where to go if Amanda had kicked him out of the house. Was she mad at him? Had she reached a breaking point? But the woman surprised him: “If it’s the last thing I do” she said “And no matter how much hard work and humiliation it’s going to take, I will make that girl feel loved. She will even learn to love me, eventually.”

“You are amazing, my woman!” an open-mouthed Josh said. “I think this is exactly what she needs! Megan has been feeling not worthy of love lately. And this makes her hesitate to express her needs, to fight for what she wants. But did you see how quickly she started relaxing and becoming more demanding, first with her foot on your neck and then using you as her chair? She felt that you gave yourself to her, unconditionally. And she accepted that gift, making use of it. She needs to feel so worthy that you would do absolutely anything for her. So I want you to start encouraging her, with spontaneous acts of submission and servitude. Make her your priority, even above me!”

That night, Josh made love to his girlfriend in the most caring way ever. He went down on her, giving her a first orgasm, and then waited for her to come again during sex before letting himself cum.

When he fell asleep, Amanda stayed awake for a while next to him. Her increasing submission to Josh had been worrying her lately, because she loved being exploited and dominated to a point where she could lose control of her entire life. But Megan was so innocent and pretty, yet so naturally demanding! Amanda had never loved serving anyone as much as that young girl. She felt like giving herself completely to the teenager – with no fear whatsoever – and she could not wait to start grooming the dominant woman that was clearly inside Megan’s personality.

Starting on the following morning, Amanda was going to be on a mission.

 

One thought on “Amanda, the family slave – Part 1

  1. Subhash

    Dear Friend
    It’s a great pleasure that you came back after a long break. I am always a fan of your stories. Your latest story is also a great one and I am waiting eagerly for the next part. But as per my opinion, it has a little common D/s relationship theme. I know that you have a natural talent to create a story with a scenario of a fantasy femdom world, like a fairy tale, where men are treated only as a beast of burden or riding horse for the females. So, I’m still curious to know what happened after Princess Marjan returned to her castle with her wounded human mount.
    Anyway, it’s up to you. It’s my only request, please keep updating us with your writings more frequently. I know that there are not many comments, but keep in mind the subject is also a little complex, and not many people understand these sort of Fantasy. But just keep on writing as I believe that there are many people like me, who appreciate your stories from their heart, but don’t comment on that for some personal reason.
    Waiting for your next update, and thanking you to let me know that you are back personally.

    Subhash

    Reply

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