This is a continuation. It will make little sense if you have not read the previous three chapters. As stated before, it contains elements of incest, femdom and nonconsensual sex.
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I was so nervous I was shaking as I stripped the bed and then myself. My nervousness turned to fear as my mind ran through the very specific directions Amanda had issued. I thought of Crystal's remarks about attention to detail and the consequences of not following orders to the letter. I had a window of five to thirty minutes to get ready and wait. I hated the ambiguity. I knew this was a test.
How far is half open for the door? Would I be penalized if it was a tad too far one way or the other? Should I kneel on the floor or on the bed? Amanda had said the bed would be more comfortable, but I knew she did not care one bit about my comfort. The opposite in fact. Was she hoping I would choose to make myself more uncomfortable hoping to please her? And then taunt me for it?
But she also said she wanted me fully exposed and the bed was best for that. How far is near the bottom of the bed? I climbed up and almost toppled off when I knelt too close to the soft edge. Suddenly I needed to pee so I scrambled into the bathroom to relieve myself before she arrived. All this second guessing had my nerves on edge. I knew that was the point but could not do a thing about it.
Finally I settled myself in the exact middle of my queen sized mattress, my knees a foot from the edge. I spread my knees wide, but were they wide enough? I pushed them out a little further until I could feel the slight strain in my groin. I folded my hands into the small of my back, rolled my shoulders back and thrust out my chest. I imagined Crystal in a similar position, offering her nipples. In my case it was my balls and cock. I opened my eyes and stared straight ahead, ready to wait.
That was when I noticed my reflection in the wide mirror attached to my dresser. The naked bald image looking back, submissively kneeling was both ridiculous and pathetic. I barely recognized myself with the bald scalp, shaved face with no eyebrows. The only thing I wore was a shiny metal shock collar that now defined my life as a slave. My cock began to get hard with the humiliation. I hated looking at myself but there was nowhere else to focus my attention. I tried to close my eyes and focus on my stance. I shifted a little on the soft mattress and almost lost my balance. Watching myself in the mirror was my best option.
What the Hell had I done to deserve this level of retribution? My whole family turned on me once I was enslaved. They seemed to think enslaved convicts deserved every bit of punishment that could be legally levied. I had to admit I'd once agreed somewhat with the idea that slaves deserve what they get, but that was for real criminals. All I'd really done was do a little computer work. I had not intended to hurt anybody.
I was already feeling the strain of my position. I hoped Amanda would show up soon and at the same time hoped she would call to tell me she had changed her mind and release me. Unbidden tears trickled down my face as I knelt contemplating my vulnerability.
I endured the irritation from the tears on my cheeks as long as I could, then reached up to wipe my face with the back of my right hand. Just as I returned my hand back to its position I heard, "And why are you out of position?" from the doorway.
Oh Fuck!!! I'd been caught. "I'm sorry!" I babbled. "I was just wiping the tears." I just knew I was about to be punished again. My poor ass could not take much more.
Amanda seemed more amused than angry. "Why? If your nose was running I would understand. I hate snot running down. But I like tears on a slave's face. It arouses me." She now stood directly in front of me, looking up and down at my naked body. "Be a good boy and I might let you off for breaking position. She reached forward and grasped my semi-hard cock. "Leah and Sandra were right. You do have a nice sized cock. You have grown up. I think the last time I saw this thing was when you were in diapers or maybe when I babysat and bathed you when you were little. But I'll be seeing it a lot from now on. I gay-run-tee!" she added with a chuckle.
She stepped over to shut the door. "We are going to have a little talk before we get down to business. I know you are fully aware but you are simply a toy for us free women. A mere plaything, at best a pet. You will do what we say, when and how or suffer the consequences."
Amanda remained fully dressed as she cupped one hand under my chin to raise my face a tiny bit to look straight into hers. She held my chin while, with her free hand, she began to stroke my head softly caressing the smooth scalp from the front to the back of my head over and over. I had a quick image of someone petting a dog when she said, "You are a pet and we will train you to be the best pet possible."
"Now I know you will strive to please me. I sense you want nothing more than to be my devoted slave. So much so I KNOW you will feel the urge to kiss my asshole and might ask to do so often just to demonstrate that devotion." she offered softly. She smiled slightly and nodded while still staring me in the eye. I barely stifled my protest. I had never once had the inclination to kiss an asshole! I ranked that just above kissing somebody's foot, the thought of which made me gag. "Yes, there is nothing more intimate a pet can do for his owner than kiss her rectum so I will indulge your requests." Was she crazy? Did she seriously expect me to ASK to kiss her ass?
"But there are rules. First of all, no tongue when you kiss me. A tongue is for a lover's kiss and we are certainly not lovers. If you were to kiss me on my hand or my cheek, you would never use your tongue, so when you kiss my asshole you will not use your tongue there either. You can put your tongue to work elsewhere on my body though, particularly my pussy and when you suck my nipples or even when you nibble up and down my body to arouse me."
"Plus you must never ask to kiss my ass in public. I know you would not want to ever embarrass me by hinting I should expose myself to strangers just so you can express your love and devotion." I was beginning to get a bad feeling as she continued in this soft reasonable tone.
"But in private, I will certainly indulge your request because you are such a sweet slave boy. I know that if I ask why you want to kiss me in such an intimate spot you will be inclined to proclaim you want to acknowledge my superiority. And as your superior it is only right you express that devotion with a kiss on my rectum. And since you would be in private, and professing your devotion, it is only fitting you be nude. Totally open and exposed to your superior."
"You kissed Leah's asshole this morning didn't you?" Amanda asked. I nodded as I thought back to how it happened. I mumbled Leah ordered me to kiss it. "Speak clearly and tell me her exact words."
