to be a slave to a slave!

[faceseat4jeans]

The idea of serving, not a dominant person who see themself as a superior, but a slave who serves another or others as a servant, seems like a really hot concept to me! It would be incredibly shameful, I'd think>

Does anyone know of any stories like this?

[colleenslittletoy]

I had an experience like the one you described. My wife, a beautiful, tall, and sexy blond was the one who introduced me to the delights of serving a superior female.

After years of servitude, down to the depths of true slavehood, she brought back some of her old lovers. Usually they were the alpha-types, strong, virile and big.

One was a skinny guy she felt sorry for in college and allowed him to lick her a few times. I always felt superior to him probably the only one of her lovers that I did, and treated him with disdain.

The Goddess changed that. She informed me that he was a better lover than me and that she preferred his cock as well as tongue.

The smirk he gave me went straight through my psyche. In no time I was his servant as well.

There is nothing more humiliating, and therefore more exciting, than being topped by a bottom.

[equidum]

Hi, COLLEENSLITTLETOY

I'm wondering ... When serving Her skinny lover, I think you felt excited and humiliated by your Mistress actually, THRU, but only THRU, (not BY) a bottom ?!

Equidum

[underfemarse1]

ain't that like the aplha slave, beta slave shenanigan ?

[colleenslittletoy]

Rereading this got me to remembering the time this little guy visited. I came home to find him sitting next to my wife on the couch. Smirks showed on both faces and I knew something was up.

"Remember how you insulted Bob?" my wife asked. She was referring to a momentary lapse I had when I put him down as inferior. I nodded. "Well, you're about to witness that he is definitely superior to you and your little pencil-dick."

Sending me off to get dressed, I felt a surge of shame that I had never felt before. Of course, the feeling transferred to my loins and I was turned on more than ever.

Dressed in collar and leash, with pink panties, I returned.

Bob was doing something that I never got to do any more. He was ravishing my beautiful wife. She stoped him when she noticed me and pulled him out.

"Se how much bigger he is, at least where it counts?" She was referring to the fact that although I was easily six inches taller than he, he was about that much bigger in the manhood department, which made me shrink even more, causing a lot lof laughter.

They enjoyed each other all afternoon while I once again learned my place, at the bottom of the totem pole.