by Audra Black
“You’re just beginning so I’ll give you an acceptable,” Katherine said. “Now for my other shoe.”
And David obediently opened his mouth and let her shove her other shoe inside his oral cavity. As David licked her heel all around, he realized that this must be how women felt when asked to give blow jobs. Katherine’s heel was about as thick around as his penis, and he didn’t suppose his mouth and throat were any longer or deeper than a woman’s.
His cock began rising to attention in approval of these thoughts.
Soon he was finished and he gave Katherine the signal. She pulled out, roughly, causing him to choke and cough as all the dirt and mud swooshed down his throat again.
“Acceptable,” Katherine said after inspecting her shoe and running her fingers up and down its length to feel for anything he might have missed. “Now you may remove my shoes and massage my feet.”
David was relieved, as that sounded much more his speed. Gently he removed her left shoe and took her nylon-clad foot in his hands. She wriggled it around until it was resting on his nose and mouth.
“How does that smell, wannabe-slave-toy?” She lifted her foot slightly, giving him space to speak and breathe.
Her foot smelled fragrant and foul, but he knew this was not the answer she was looking for. “It smells good,” he choked out.
“Really?” Katherine asked. “You’re not lying to please me, are you, toy?”
Her odor was making him dizzy, but oddly as his head spun and his stomach clenched, his cock was growing hard. On some level, this act, as degrading and revolting as it was, turned him on. “I would never lie to you, Katherine,” he said.
“Good, then have another,” and she moved her other foot up and positioned them both so that they fully covered his nose and mouth, leaving him only a tiny pocket of air to breathe through. Her stinky aroma filled his nose and his head and soon he was giddy from the fumes. The longer she remained in this position the more he found himself liking it. He couldn’t explain why, but his penis was now as hard as a rock.
He was actually a little disappointed when she removed them. “Massage me, now, while I lie back and see what is on the news.” Katherine reclined herself back on the sofa and clicked on the TV. David kept his back to the talking box and concentrated on massaging his mistress’s feet. They were warm and soft and he found that he truly enjoyed the feeling of her feet in his hands.
Though what he liked best was the way she responded to his touch. He watched as her tense shoulders began to relax and then the rest of her body followed. She was calmer now. Whatever stress she’d endured at her job in the dentist’s office seemed to just melt away the longer his massage continued. At one point his hands began to cramp, however, he was enjoying the effect he was having on her too much to stop.
David had never thought much about the submissive side of a relationship, yet he was discovering today that there was real power on the subs side. It wasn’t power to wield authority, it was power to heal and to help, and to David’s surprise this compassionate care was really turning him on.
Katherine’s eyes almost closed before she snapped herself out of it and sat up, almost kicking David in the head as she turned her body upright and returned her feet to the carpeted floor. “I am hungry,” she said. “My slaves always cook for me, but I don’t trust you around a stove or a microwave.”
David accepted her rebuke as a true fact. In the past he had burned popcorn, exploded lasagna, and ruined both a frying pan and a spatula.
“I could order us a pizza or go pick up some takeout, if you’d prefer that,” David said.
“My slaves do not make suggestions,” Katherine said. “I give the orders and they obey. They also refer to me as Mistress and thank me whenever I generously give correction.”
“Thank you for teaching me, Mistress,” David said.
“I feel like a steak sub. I will give you some money and you may drive my car to the Sublime Sub Shop and order a number 2, for me. You will find leftovers in the fridge to eat.”
David’s heart sank. Sublime Subs was his favorite sandwich place and he was hungry, too. If he’d had any money of his own left, he would have defied her and ordered something for himself to eat in the car on the way back. Since he was totally skint and she gave him just enough to order her meal, but nothing extra, he had no choice but to obey and to try and find something edible in the kitchen.
He found some thin ham slices, but there was no bread, so he stuck it between two cabbage leaves and finished up the milk. He ate alone in the kitchen because apparently that was where the slaves ate. Out in the sitting room, he could hear Katherine laughing at some comedy or other. David started feeling sorry for himself and wondering if he’d made a mistake.
Was this the life he truly wanted? No, of course, not, but sitting here in the warmish kitchen was better than sitting out there in the freezing cold.
“I am out of wine, wannabe,” Katherine called to him.
David eagerly got up and retrieved the wine bottle from the cupboard. He filled up a fresh new glass and joined his mistress in the cozy sitting room. After he handed it to her, he stood silently and hoped she had something else for him to do, preferably something that would allow him to stay in there with her.
“If you’re just going to stand there you might as well be my table,” Katherine said. “Come kneel here between the couch and the wall and hold my wine glass. If you move and you spill it I will lock you in my bedroom closet for the night.”
David wasn’t sure if she was serious about the closet but vowed to not spill a drop of her wine, just in case. He knelt down in the tight space between the sofa and the wall and locked his elbows so his arms wouldn’t shake when he started to get tired.
He felt Katherine place the glass onto his back and he had to try extra hard to remind himself to breathe, but not too hard. He also felt her place the remote control onto his back and then the bag of chips which came with her sub.
Katherine then proceeded to totally ignore him while she paid attention to the TV and played around with her phone. It was a weird feeling, this feeling of invisibility. Although, not entirely invisible since he was being of service to her. He was acting as her table, holding her possessions so she needn’t hold them herself. In other words, he was useful. It had been a long time since David had felt useful. Even in his old job at the paper plant he’d often felt redundant. Maybe this new arrangement with Katherine could actually work. If he could help her and she could help him they could be a match made in heaven.
“My glass is empty and I am tired,” Katherine announced. “Table get up and go into my bedroom, turn down my bed and lay out my blue silk negligee.”
“Yes, Mistress,” David said. He was a bit stiff and it took him a few moments to be able to move his arms and legs, when he did move them, they cramped horribly. He figured that if he moved them around for a bit the shooting pain would go away, so he forced himself to rise and head off to the one and only master bedroom.
He’d gone in there often during the past three weeks because that was where the only bathroom was located. He had always tried to limit his snooping since Katherine had promised to cut off a hand if he touched anything of hers. He supposed the rules were different when you were a slave. He wasn’t one hundred percent sure how a bed was supposed to be turned down, but he thought it was probably similar to what he’d seen done in hotel rooms.
David pulled her forest green comforter back, just far enough for Katherine to be able to slip into her bed comfortably. Then he pulled back her top sheet, the same distance and removed all of the excess pillows, placing them on a white wing back chair, for lack of a better place. Then he went snooping through her closet and dresser drawers until he found a pretty light blue, silk negligee.
David carefully laid it out on the bed, just as he was about to call for her, Katherine appeared behind him. “Take off your clothes. My slave-toys do not wear clothing in my presence.“
He was a l
ittle surprised by this but he did as instructed. He couldn’t remember ever being naked in front of her before, other than a few hours ago when she caught him masturbating, of course. He threw off his t-shirt, boxers, pants and socks and when she glared down at the pile he left on the floor, he quickly stowed them away in his tote bag, which Katherine let him keep in her closet.
“Now it’s my turn. Undress me, vassel,” she instructed.
David hadn’t been expecting that, he had never dressed or undressed a woman before. His previous sexual encounters had always taken care of that part themselves. Stupidly, he thought, he found himself feeling self-conscious.. However, he did what she asked of him. He had promised, after all. He started with her dark blue dress shirt, unbuttoning each button slowly and fumblingly.
“If you become my slave I will expect you to become much faster and more adept at this,” Katherine complained.
“I’m sorry, Mistress. I’ll try to be faster and better.”
Once the buttons were undone he helped her remove her arms and then he had to figure out how to unclasp her bra. Her breasts looked beautiful and glorious as they tumbled free from their tittie prison. He couldn’t help taking a moment to admire them.
“There will be no playing with any part of me,” Katherine said. “As my slave you will touch what I tell you to touch, when I tell you to touch it, and that is all. If I tell you to drool over my bounty, I expect you to do it. And if I tell you to change my shirt, I expect you to do that, and only that. Is than understood, wannabe-slave-toy?”
“Yes, Mistress.” He stammered. “Thank you for the correction.”
Then he tugged at the top of her black dress slacks until they slipped down, he gave support as she stepped out of them. Then he knelt down and began rolling off her nylons, after she gave him strict instructions not to tear them in any way.
“Don’t forget the panties,” Katherine said. “I don’t like feeling anything underneath the negligee.”
“I won’t forget, Mistress,” David said, before discreetly sliding them down. He forced himself to look away from her pussy, not wanting a repeat of his mistake with her tits. He offered support again for her to step out of them, then grabbed the nighty from off the bed.
“Don’t put that on me yet. I want you to look at me now. Look at my breasts, look at my thighs, look at my pussy. I want you to drink it all in.”
David was confused but did as she ordered. He looked at her voluptuous, heaving breasts and noticed her nipples were hard, as was his cock, which had risen to attention the moment he’d first touched her. Then he looked down at her splendid thighs and her glistening pussy. She was wet, wet for him, and he suddenly felt as if every dream he’d ever had was coming true at once.
“I want you to touch my pussy and I want your tongue to lick it and caress it. I want you to drink of my cum, and I want you to wear a Kali’s Teeth Bracelet while doing it.”
It took a few moments for all of her words to sink in. “You want me to wear what, Mistress?”
“Go back into my closet and look in the bottom drawer behind my shoe tree.”
David did as she said and he soon came across a very scary looking torture device. It looked like a metal ring with spikes inside it. And she wanted him to put that over his cock? Was she sadistic or insane?
“Don’t keep me waiting, toy,” she warned him.
David took a deep breath and slowly returned to his mistress.
“You said you wanted to be my slave,” Katherine reminded him. “My slaves all wear these because while I wish to receive pleasure from them, I do not permit them to pleasure themselves. If you want to stay here you will wear this whenever I am here and especially when I am not here. I do not want a repeat of your disgusting behavior from earlier.”
David wasn’t sure what to say. Should he pack it in right now, call it quits and resign himself to becoming a homeless panhandler? Living on the streets would suck but at least his cock would be free. When he’d said he wanted to be Katherine’s slave he hadn’t imagined anything like this. But maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. He’d still get to touch her and do things to her that she would have never allowed him to do before. And there was the usefulness thing, which he quite liked. And it’s not like he was going to be a real slave. She couldn’t have him arrested if he got tired of it one day and decided he was going to leave.
“I do want to be your slave, Mistress. I will wear whatever you ask me to.”
“Took you long enough to decide,” Katherine smirked at him. “I was sure you were going to turn tail and run the second you saw this thing. Maybe you’re more of a man than I thought you were.”
David wasn’t sure how to take that, so he decided to feel proud that he was proving his mettle. She didn’t think he could handle being her slave, well he’d show her. He could take anything she dished out and he would prove it.
While David was giving himself his little pep talk, Katherine sneaked up on him and inserted that nasty teeth bracelet around his penis. He winced when he felt it snap into place. He watched with a bit of morbid fascination as she locked it tight with a little padlock. It didn’t hurt like he thought it would, but when he thought about it he realized that the pain would come from the spikes which wouldn’t actually touch him until he grew in arousal. If he never became aroused it would barely hurt at all.
She showed him the key. “I will place this key on top of my dresser. It will be a signet of our Mistress/Slave relationship. If this ever becomes too much for you, you may find the key and free yourself. But be warned, as soon as you do, our contract will be over and you will be out there on the streets alone. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress, I understand.” He said.
“Good, now put that negligee you threw on the floor in the dirty clothes hamper and get me a fresh one before we have our little fun.”
David looked down at the tan carpeted floor and realized the dress must have fallen from his arms when he’d gone to get the chastity bracelet. “I’m sorry, Mistress.” He said as he scooped the nighty up and deposited it into the laundry hamper, next to her dresser. Then he returned to her closet and wondered which night dress Katherine wished to wear. If he chose wrong, she would just send him back again. Did he dare ask for clarification?
“I’ll wear the emerald green one,” Katherine said, helpfully, ending his dilemma. David quickly pulled the negligee off its hanger and approached his mistress. She held up her arms and he carefully slid the dress over her head, helping her arms slide in under the thin green straps. Then he pulled it down until it just reached her hips. It wouldn’t go down any further.
Once she was properly attired, Katherine propped herself up on the bed, on top of the covers she’d asked him to turn down. She spread her legs apart and commanded him, “get over here slave-toy and pleasure me with your fingers and tongue.”
David climbed onto the bed and stared in wonder at her beautiful pussy. It was even wetter now than it was before and as he admired the view those damn spikes began to do their job. Goddamn it hurt like a someone had stuck a thousand needles into his cock. As he grimaced and tried not to cry out, Katherine grew even wetter and when he looked at her face he could see she was enjoying watching his pain.
“Your pain makes me cum,” Katherine said. “Taste it, it should taste salty like your tears.”
David truly wanted to cry, but he held it in and reached out and swiped a bit of precum juice up with his finger. To him it tasted sweet, sweeter than anything he had ever tasted before. How that could be, he had no clue. But it was what it was. He used that same finger to tease her mound, which was pink, hairless, and astoundingly beautiful. He trailed his other finger up and down her inner thighs which caused her to go crazy and arch her back. He felt ecstatic at being able to give Katherine so much pleasure, his cock got quite happy, as well, which caused him even harsher, almost blinding pain. He had to stop for a moment the pain was so intense.
“Work through the pain, slave-toy
,” Katherine ordered him. “I know it hurts, but the greater the pain for you, the stronger the pleasure for me. So keep focused on what’s important here. Kapish?”
The agony was so strong, he couldn’t stop the tears from leaking from his eyes, yet he heard his mistress’s voice and he knew if this was going to be his life now he’d have to get used to it. He didn’t know how he ever could, but somehow, he’d find a way. Forcing his eyes open, David found Katherine’s clitoris and began to stimulate it with the same finger from which he’d licked her precum. She began moaning softly and the pain from his bracelet continued to get worse and worse. He was barely breathing now as he continued rubbing her clit in a fast, clockwise, circular direction.
“I’m getting close,” Katherine whispered, “use your tongue now.”
David managed to slip down onto his stomach where he could reach her vagina with his mouth. The closeup view was gorgeous and even though he was currently experiencing the worst agony of his life, he felt privileged to be this close to her inner sanctum. Katherine was a goddess and he was a worm who didn’t deserve this honor.
The passion he felt surprised him, but if he’d taken the time to think deeply on it, he would have realized that he’d always felt this way about her. Why else would he hang out with a group of losers he had never truly liked or gotten along with? Or why else would he go out dancing and drinking month after month when he wasn’t overly fond of either activity? The truth? To be near Mistress Katherine. And now he was near her, nearer than he’d ever been before. If the excruciating pain was the price he had to pay to be near her then he would gladly pay it every day for the rest of his life!
David opened his mouth and gave his tongue free range of Katherine’s vagina. He let it explore every hidden place, every nook and cranny, and he took his time, whilst the horrible, terrible, ghastly pain only intensified. No pain, no pleasure he mentally repeated to himself. And it wasn’t about him, anyway. It was about her, and the delightful low, guttural, primal sounds she was making, the way she flung her head and her eyes rolled back. The way the strong, tough, no-nonsense dominatrix was able to let go and allow the pleasure to overtake her. Pleasure, which he, David Wilkinson, penniless loser could provide for her.