Scott remained in his submissive present pose for an hour. He arrived at Mistress Kim's a little before ten o'clock, avoiding being late, as he made that mistake once and he did not want to be the impetus for Mistress Kim's sadistic handiwork. He anticipated receiving discipline from his beautifully cruel Mistress at some point, but he wanted to avoid that as long as possible, especially since she hopefully placated her desire for discipline with her treatment of Miss Charlotte the other night.
After working out early, eating a three egg, five slices of bacon and two English muffin breakfast, and grooming himself as his Mistress demanded, Scott's mind was preoccupied with the events of Wednesday night. The trepidation, anticipation and excitement continued to build in him. Was Mistress Kim preparing to treat him that way? Could he take such a punishment? What awaited him inside that Victorian mansion? With a myriad of questions swirling in his head, a naked Scott turned the doorknob to the kitchen door only to be met with an empty house that offered a tiled floor to kneel, waiting for a sign of life in his Mistress's home.
The silence was deafening and the fervor of his anticipation overwhelmed his senses. Scott's anxious anticipation grew to anxiety, bordering on panic. Was this really what he wanted? Maybe, he should just get up, put on his clothes, and run back to the safety of his planned life, generic friends, and cute love interest. How could any red blooded American man want to be in this position? Although his resolve was teetering, Scott remained fixed to the floor, as if a magnet of some deeper, darker need fastened him there, remaining in his subservient position.
Finally, Miss Charlotte entered the house, spandex leggings hugging her taut legs, a cinch tank top, and a light unzippered windbreaker hung off her shoulders. She had a towel wrapped around her neck, water bottle in hand and her moistened hair was pulled back in a tight high ponytail. And her intoxicating smell, a mix of body wash, shampoo, and sweat solidified the troubled man's compulsion to remain.
"Well, hello there slave boy. It is so nice to see you are back where you belong," she stated with a knowing air of superiority.
"Hello, M-Miss Charlotte."
Charlotte dropped her bag near the door, grabbed some grapefruit juice from the fridge and plopped down on one of the stools in front of the breakfast bar. Staring intently at Scott, she smirked, relishing the feel of excitement rushing through her body as she peered down at this muscled stud, eyes lowered, in a perfect submissive position.
"Slave, look at me."
Scott looked sheepishly, uncomfortable and apprehensive due to the fact that he had thoroughly plowed the brunette beauty's ass with his thick cock just three days prior.
Wordlessly, Charlotte crooked her finger and beckoned Scott. He quickly crawled to her, kneeling before her, head bowed again.
"Take off my sneakers and socks," the lithe sub and aspiring Domme directed impassively.
As he removed the sneaker on her left foot, she began to speak. "You enjoyed yourself a great deal the other night."
"I, uhhh," Scott stammered.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"It was a statement, not a question, so just listen as you remove my socks and shoes."
Stunned, Scott went back to removing the sneaker from her left foot, cheeks aching from the surprisingly powerful smacks of Miss Charlotte, blows that had intent behind them. Shaken now, Scott felt his insides curl in a hollow ball of empty confusion. All Scott wanted to do was to explain, make it right, tell her that he was only following orders, but Miss Charlotte had silenced him, subjugating him to perform his task and listen. The order of silence amplified the shouting voice in his head, urging him to leave, to run back to his vanilla life. He should get out while he could, as the longer he served the two beautiful occupants of this house, the more he craved subservience. The idea both frightened and excited Scott with uncertainty, and exploration of his hidden desires taking precedence over any rational, "normal" thoughts.
"You forget yourself, slave. You are here to serve and serve you will." Grabbing a handful of hair on the top of his head, she jerked his eyes up to meet hers. "Remember your place!"
Forcing his head and eyes down, Charlotte's satisfied smile enveloped her face. Removing her sneakers and socks, a faint smell of sweat and a tinge of tangy cheese invaded his senses. Charlotte's body was impeccable, but she was notorious for her two hour plus workouts at least four days a week, and, even though she was extremely hygienic, naturally, immediately after an intense workout, even some of her smells were extremely strong.
"MMMM, good boy, would you like to please me? Does kneeling before one of your betters excite you?"
"Yes, Miss Charlotte, it does excite me, and I do desire to please you," Scott immediately chortled as he began his descent into subspace.
"Then, please, do not hesitate to worship my feet" she retorted as she crossed her legs with her left foot dangling under his nose..
Scott leaned forward, kissing the top of her foot and in one continuous motion, ran the backside of his tongue down to her toes. Lost in the act of subservience, he kissed and then suckled on the somewhat bitter and salt laden big toe. Scott's nose wrinkled a bit, but he devoutly continued to suck and lick. Each toe followed in the same manner until he found her pinky toe, then sliding his mouth down the outside of her foot, kissing and sucking along the way. Kissing her heel, his nose pressed against the middle of her foot, he trailed along the inside of her foot, worshiping her left foot, bathing it with his tongue, relishing each and every inch that had been firmly planted in sneakers for a two hour workout.
After worshiping Miss Charlotte's left foot for five minutes, she instructed him to do the same to her right. Charlotte certainly appreciated his mouth as it was the best male mouth she ever encountered. His dutiful service, attentive to every inch of her feet, only reinforced the deep need he possessed for serving, relishing the comfort he gained from focusing on this single act.
"MMMMM, your mouth is divine, slave. And, it is obvious from your rock hard cock that you enjoy serving the superior gender."
Emitting a slight moan at her words, Scott's mind melted in pleasure, simply consumed by the beautiful woman. The thought of leaving was vanquished by a greater desire inside. He needed this, Miss Charlotte, Mistress Kim, all of it. He yearned to give himself completely to them, to free himself and serve them, directed, controlled, possessed.
Raising her foot to his forehead, Charlotte nudged him away, leaving the enraptured slave overcome with desire to taste more.
Charlotte pushed down her spandex and thong in one movement as her pungent sex filled the room. The dank musk overwhelmed his senses as Charlotte fisted his hair and pulled the slave's face to within inches of her dripping pussy. Her arousal was advertised by the beads of cum that were running down her inner thighs. The aspiring Domme's chest was rising heavily as her arousal from dominance surpassed any previous turn on in her experience, including being a submissive.
"Tell me slave, do you like the smell of my sex? Would you like to taste me? Even after I have sweated and not showered? Even though I can smell my aroma from here, powerful, intoxicating, dense?"
"Yes, Miss Charlotte, I want to taste you."
"Well, that is not too convincing! There it is, my glorious pussy, right there for you and all you can do is meekly reply that you want to taste me. Oh, wait a minute, sorry I must be mistaken."
Alarmed Scott's puzzled expression was exactly what the beautiful brunette expected.
"Slave, it became apparent the other night that you have a great affinity for my ass. I hope that you enjoyed yourself the other night."
Like a deer in the headlights, Scott was ambushed. How does he respond? What does he say? Does he agree with her? Disagreeing would be disrespectful. Neither reply was a good one, but the only one would be to agree.
"Well, uhhh, ummmm, yes, Miss Charlotte I do appreciate your ass."
"Good," was her terse reply.
Pulling his head away from her crotch, the beautiful Domme in training stood up, released her hold on Scott, turned around, bending at the waist and leaned her upper torso over the breakfast bar. While she gazed over her shoulder, Charlotte once again fisted the hair on the back of Scott's head, guiding his mouth to her ass.
"Time to show me just how much you love my ass."
Scott immediately kissed her firm cheeks. Sucking slightly, he could taste the salty remnants of her sweat from a two hour workout. Charlotte softly moaned at the caresses of his mouth on her backside, as Scott's lips trailed the entirety of her beautiful globes.
The aroused beauty firmly guided Scott's face to her crack. Releasing her grip, she spread her ass cheeks with both hands and her pungently acrid smell invaded Scott's nose, invitingly drawing his open mouth and tongue closer. The mix of sweat and anal secretions created a powerful aphrodisiac that drew Scott in. He had fallen deeper into subspace from the mere anticipation of serving Charlotte's densely pungent asshole. All thought was replaced by his singular need to taste her ass, to serve her want, to fulfill his need to be subjugated by her.
A wave of electricity shot through both sub and Domme as his flattened tongue experienced the fermented tanginess of her ass crack. Licking from her taint up to the small of her back, Scott's tongue embraced her powerfully acrid taste, not having showered, mixed with sweat, wet, warm, and pungent.
"Mmmmmm, yes, good boy, use that tongue. Worship the hole you violated on Wednesday. Eat Miss Charlotte's ass, all of it. Clean me, pay homage to me, suck my sweaty ass juice."
Scott could only moan to himself as he lapped her beautiful ass, his hands replacing hers, keeping her cheeks spread as she gripped the breakfast bar and subtly gyrated her hips back against his tongue.
