...
Before he could reply to that, she spoke again.
"But first, please clean me up."
He looked down at her legs for the first time, seeing the mess he'd made. Captured in her stare, he hadn't realised where he was shooting. He was lost into her.
"Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to -"
"Oh I wanted you to! Now.. go get a small towel from the bathroom, and clean me up. The act itself was great, but I'm not going to sit here with my legs having cum all over them."
He turned around and got up.
"I didn't ask you to get off your knees, darling." She said it so nicely that it could almost not be taken as a warning.
But they both knew what it meant. He fell to his knees again and began crawling to the bathroom.
"No.. Crawl back here. And start over on all your fours."
The command in her voice was unmistakable. He turned around and crawled back to her. Once he reached her feet, he turned around to start again.
"Wait. You crawled back to my feet, and you will not even pay your respect to them?" She asked matter-of-factly.
He had no choice. He turned around again and looked up at her. She smiled back down at him, and raised her dangling foot. Her eyebrows rose a little with it. He leaned in, and placed a soft kiss on a clean patch on her foot. Just above the smaller toes. He was about to get up when her foot rose up and pressed his head down into the other foot.
"Both feet. I like the balance."
He placed a kiss on the other foot as well, and she let go of him. Satisfied, now that she had had her little fun with him. She loved how obedient he was. She loved how she was making him do things. She loved the power. She gave him a ripe smack on his ass when he started crawling back toward the bathroom. Within a few seconds, he emerged again, holding a hand towel between his teeth. She smiled at how intelligent he was. She would have fun moulding him into her perfect little toy.
Finally, he was at her feet. He dropped the towel on the floor and got back up onto his knees. He stepped in closer to her and picked up the hand towel, looking up at her, almost expecting to be corrected about something.
"Well...?" She said as she waited for him to begin.
And so he began. He swept the towel gently down her shin, scooping all of himself into the towel as he did. And when the leg emerged from the other side of the towel again, it was smooth as before, shining in the mellow lighting of the room. He then lifted the towel and folded it so as to hide the dirty part, and began wiping down her foot. His attention shifted to the other leg. He wiped it in the same way.
"There is some that seeped between my toes. Get it all properly, please!" Her voice was like that of a princess, a princess who knew what she wanted.
He folded the towel again, and used the corners to wipe between her toes. One crevice after another, he wiped her toes clean. He then refolded the towel and swept it down her legs and feet again, for good measure. He was almost certain he had gotten every bit of it. So he proceeded to wipe the floor clean. As he swept it across the floor for the final time, she spoke again.
"You make an amazing servant, you know that?" She giggled at her own joke. He could do nothing but smile along with her giggles.
"Go put the towel away into the laundry basket. And come back right here. We are not done for the night."
He had climaxed. But she hadn't. He realised that now. Knowing what to expect, he leaned back down and picked the towel up between his teeth again. He was careful enough to hold it by a corner, one he knew was clean. She noticed that and smiled. How well he had learned. She ruffled his hair as he turned about to go to the bathroom again. He was not sure if he was more embarrassed or more aroused. Or perhaps he was feeling fortunate to find a girl like May. He had never been used like this before, but he had never climaxed harder either. She had emptied him with just a stare. He dropped the towel into the laundry bin and crawled back outside, where she was still sitting in her place, but had a mischievous look on her face. When he reached her feet, she finally spoke again.
"Do you know why I made you make the mess?"
He hadn't thought about it. He just imagined she did it for the fun of it. Or maybe it was her thing? But now it seemed like she had another reason.
"Why... M?"
"Because I wanted to make sure I know when you last came. I don't know if I can trust you yet, no offence, so I wanted to make sure for myself. And now that I've seen you come, I know."
She reached a hand behind herself and pulled something out. It was black. It was metallic. It had a cage-like.... it was a chastity cage. Tensing up, he looked back up at her.
"I thought you wanted me!" His voice grew a little weaker as he tried to process what was happening.
"Oh stop. I'm not putting it on you yet. We still have to talk about my offer.. Don't you want to hear what it is?" She smiled.
"If it involves that -"
She cut him off.
"It does. But will you stop whining like a little baby, and hear me out first?" Her voice was stern, and shut him up.
He nodded.
She smiled.
