Buying yourself back [FM] [Str8] [Fdom]

A standalone follow up to: How much are you worth? (link in comments)

He parked the car in the driveway and stopped to have a quick polite chat with Mr and Mrs Beagle on the way in. They were going to the theater this weekend and it was all they had been talking about for the last two weeks now. For the 7th time he politely asked them what they were going to watch and he got the whole story all over again. He smiled and nodded along before suppressing a yawn and excusing himself, it had been a long day at work and he was going to head inside.

Both Mr and Mrs Beagle waved a polite goodbye to him and he headed to the front door unlocked it with his key and inside. Closing the door behind him he put his briefcase down in the corner and began undressing himself. Jacket, shirt, pants, underwear, all neatly folded and placed on the stool next to the door. Standing naked with the exception of the metal cage that clung tightly around the part of himself that wasn’t his, he looked at the second stool and found it empty. With no uniform for him today he went to work naked instead.

He brought out the vacuum first and spent a good twenty minutes thoroughly vacuuming the ground floor before checking if it needed washing. With a content smile he found it still relatively clean so he decided against it and instead went to work dusting the house. He worked meticulously, making sure he didn’t miss a single spot and made note of how the windows would need cleaning soon. He would have to remember to clean the windows the next time she provided him with a uniform so he could do work outside.

With the cleaning done he headed into the kitchen and got to work cooking dinner, he picked out his apron and tied it on, the cloth covering most of him with the exception of the hole that exposed her locked property. It was even more noticeable as the only part of him not covered by the apron and that was just what she had intended when she had it made for him. As he finished up preparing the vegetables and doing the prepwork he had a few minutes until the oven would be done preheating so he went out to the entrance again. Opening his suitcase he found what he was looking for and made sure it was still in good condition. He put it back gently and checked his phone to make sure there hadn’t been any calls from work before he went back to the kitchen.

He turned on the radio as he prepared the rest of the meal and listened to an 80’s tune marathon as he started setting the table. She would not approve of his choice of music but even she had long since given up on getting him to stop listening to what he kept calling “the classics”, much to dismay.

As the table was set he took a quick shower and moved the laundry from the washer to the dryer before hearing the ding of the timer in the kitchen. He checked the time and with a satisfied smile laid out the dinner on the table. Satisfied with the day’s work he went to the front door and kneeled there patiently.

He didn’t have to wait long before he heard her car pull into the drive way and subsequently heard her unlock the door and open it.

“Welcome home Mistress.” He said obediently, his eyes on the ground in front of her.

“Thank you.” She replied and held a foot forward. He gently took off her shoe and kissed her foot, thanking her for the opportunity before doing the same with the other shoe. Only then did he rise up and look at her. She was still as beautiful as the day he had sold himself to her and with a smile she helped her off her coat as he told her of the dinner he had prepared her. She didn’t say much but thanked him before heading to the table.

Her silence worried him slightly, she was usually more talkative than this, it had likely been a long day at work. He followed her to the table, pulling her chair out for her and when she sat down he took his place under the table. He massaged the wear ache out of her feet with careful well trained finger until she spread her legs slightly for him. He slipped her panties down and off of her and let his tongue caress her sex. His tongue was soft and gentle, licking at her clit and her lower lips without ever pushing inside.

During the entire meal he serviced her diligently, his tongue keeping her pleasured enough to make her let out a soft moan from time to time but never getting over eager. She was eating and he was there to make it all the more pleasurable for her, not to take her attention away from it. She tapped her glass twice when she was done and he emerged from under the table and pulled her chair back out. She announced that she was going to take a bath and get changed and headed off.

He ate distracted, his own food had gotten a little cold but nothing he wasn’t used to, but she seemed a bit out of it today, in a way he hadn’t experienced in a while. He finished his dinner and cleaned off the table as he wondered what could be problem, he would have to ask later tonight. As the table was cleared and the tableware cleaned he headed into the bathroom and watched her soaking in the tub. Her eyes were closed in deep relaxation as she enjoyed the warm water and he admired her as he waited for her word.

It had been 5 years since he sold himself to her for one hundred and fifty dollars, and his training to serve her had properly begun. It had been tough going at first, he had been nervous and timid, not always as obedient as she required but as time had passed she had shaped him into just the man he needed to be to serve her. She had had other slaves in that time, he could tell when the house had been cleaned by someone else since last he was there, and his mistress had had plenty of lovers of course.

He vividly remembered the first time she had asked him to open the door in nothing but his cage and let in the stud of a man who was going to claim her that night. He has listened to her moans obediently at the door that night with his heart beating like a jackhammer as the stud took what he had only ever serviced. Other lovers would come and he had learned to prepared them for her, to undress them and suck their cocks until they were ready for her if they wished it. He had licked the cum of at least a dozen different men out of her as she reveled in the afterglow and told him just how amazing their cocks had been, while his own remained locked.

She had let him out of his cage every once in a while, first every weeks, then months and then… less than that. He could still remember the feeling of her soft fingers around her property as she gave him release and the memory of her lips the one time they had kissed the tip of his cock would never fade from his mind. He had lived with her full time for over a year now as her personal live in slave, and in all that time his cage had never come off. He had learned to live for her and he had never in his life been happier, but he was worried.

She hadn’t had a lover for months and he worried that she was having trouble she wasn’t confiding in him about. He didn’t pry, he never pried, so he could do nothing but wait for her to either confide in him or solve the problem herself.

She emerged from the bath like a goddess, the water raining off her beautiful form and she stepped out into his reach. He dried her body off one limb at a time, leaving no spot damp and she still stood quietly as she let him work. He was starting to get really worried now, she rarely missed the opportunity to chide him over where and how he should be drying her first. As she was dry she went into the bedroom with him at her heel and picked out an evening dress. He dressed her in it expediently and followed her to the living room, with only a quick detour to get her a sparkling water from the kitchen.

He found her sitting in her favorite chair and watching him intently as he entered, the tv still dark.

“We need to talk.” She said finally and spread her legs slightly.

“Of course mistress.” He replied as he took his position between her legs and began to service her once more. He kissed and licked at her sex as she leaned back and relaxed under his treatment.

“You’ve lived her for 13 months now.” She began as he kept up his work and hearing her breath, slow warm and steady. “And you have been mine for 5 years.” She continued.

He paused his work and looked up to her. “Body and soul.” He agreed, kissing her thigh before going back to help coax the words out of her with his tongue at her fountain. She always spoke more freely when she could feel his tongue between her legs and he considered it his responsibility to be there for her whenever she needed it.

“I have trained you, and trained you well.” She smiled down to him and he felt a surge of pride. “You have become the perfect servant and slave.” She spoke softly as he felt her sex grow wet. “And more than that you have become dear to me, our long nights spent talking and laughing together mean the world to me, and I think they do to you as well.” He looked up at her, his tongue never leaving her sex and nodded.

“When- ahh, that’s right, right there- when I bought you 5 years ago.” She moaned as his tongue pushed inside her. “I told you I would train you well and make you worth a lot more. But-“ She gasped and he knew he had her close. “You’ve become worth more to me than money can buy.” She moaned and her fingers stroking through his hair urged him on. She moaned and gasped for air as his tongue fucked her hard and deep and for the next few minutes her pleasure was his entire world. He sucked at her clit, licked at her lower lips and even plunged his fingers deep inside her just where he knew she liked it until she came with a muffled scream. His lips was on her sex in an instant lapping up her lust at it dripped out of her, not letting a drop of her pleasure go to waste.

“So-“ She finally continued as she managed to catch her breath and he slowly carried her down from ecstasy with his tongue. “The keys.” She reached over and opened a small container, pulling out the keys he had sold her so long ago. “Are yours again.” She said with a smile down to him.

He looked up into her eyes as he continued his aftercare of her, he didn’t leave her clit until his heaving breaths had turned to relaxed moans again. Eventually he backed away from her, he was still on his knees and there was a smile on his lips. He made sure not to stand up until he was a few paces away from her, so as to not tower over her and without a word he went to his briefcase and picked out what he had been carrying around for a month and a half.

“As you told me then.” He smiled as he returned to her and kneeled down, but only on one knee this time. “I don’t want them as a gift, but I’m not sure I can afford your price, so how about a trade?” He asked as he took the small box out from behind his back and opened it in front of her. The diamond ring sparkled beautifully even in the dim light of the living room, her eyes sparkled much brighter however and he watched her nod as he could have sworn he saw a few tears creep into the corners of her usually stoic eyes.

He picked the ring out of the box and held it forward with one hand, his other held out palm up for the keys. She smiled, still stunned to silence and a few tears rolling down her cheeks now, and held out both the keys and her other hand. He took the keys gently from her and slipped the ring onto her finger before kissing the back of her hand. She stared at it as he slipped the keys onto the slim silver chain he had left in the bottom of the ring box.

“And as my wife.” He said as he leaned forward and placed the silver chain around her neck, the keys hanging loosely against her rapidly beating heart. “These will always be yours, and so will I.” He smiled and caught her eyes.

“I love you.” She whispered as he drew closer. “I promise I will make you the happiest man in the world and train you to be the best you can be.”

“I love you too.” He placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “And I will always serve you, mistress.” He smiled down to her as he embraced her. They didn’t leave one another arms for hours, their lips rarely apart for more than the time it takes to whisper sweet declarations of love and affection. Eventually he would carry her to bed and please her as only he could before they drifted to sleep in each others arms.

His cock cried happy frustrated tears against her as they lay there, and it would do so many more times before he finally entered her, months later on their wedding night. The first and last time in years he would do so, happy to serve her the way she wanted, with lips, tongue, and ever so rarely even with the part of him that she owned, till death did them part.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/79g72e/buying_yourself_back_fm_str8_fdom