Chivalry Hangs by a Thread in Chapter 31
It's amazing how lovely Thanksgiving could be, pure bliss. I spent it hanging out with my mom and her partner, alongside Kevin and his delightful girlfriend, Kaylee. Brooke's parents were away, so her dad orchestrated his own solitude, even on special occasions. That meant just the two of us – both Thanksgiving Day and the next. And for me, that was fantastic. I know some might struggle to comprehend it, but moments like these made up for all the far more frequent instances of disgrace and servitude I had to endure. Quality has always bounded ahead of quantity for me. Having Brooke to myself, happily content and drenched in pleasure, was the epitome of priceless moments. The fact that we didn't have these opportunities together frequently, plucked from the canvas of Luke's existence, made them even more precious. When Brooke's mood was exultant, we shared experiences so intimate, ecstatic, and delightful that I never wanted them to end. And that ideal companion was the very reason I happily endured the humiliation in my everyday life.
One of the features that made that Thanksgiving exceptionally delightful was managing to convince Brooke that she could command my chastity until Luke's return on Saturday. We cunningly conspired the night before and negotiated this pact with him.
Brooke and I then crept upon him, kneeling beside the couch where he was engrossed in ESPN, engulfing him in a blissful hug. I seductively inched up, kneeling on the floor in front of him with my slender legs, baring only skimpy, light blue, nylon panties, and presented him the glass of bourbon I had maneuvered onto my hands while showering him with kisses.
"May I massage your feet, sir?" I humbly voiced, anticipating his approval.
"Your feet?", he asked, amused.
"Yup, actually," I responded. "While you watch television and relish your bourbon."
He wore his socks all day, so the odor was remarkably robust, but fortunately, they were at least dry.
"If you want my socks off, use your teeth, and begin with my right foot."
"As you wish, sir," I agreed as I steadfastly pursed my lips and initiated pulling the socked foot.
Having witnessed this, Brooke hopped on and began fervently kissing him. She darted, "Babe, could I please have my copy of your chastity key back over the next three days, as he'll be away? You’ve been a fantastic boy, and this is something to be thankful for."
"I suspected it. What do I get out of it?"
She persisted, "I'll even give him a properly scintillating blowjob."
"Alright," he replied, chuckling, "What am I lacking that you will remedy?"
Brooke had slipped his jeans and underwear to the floor, and she began to massage his rigid shaft, humoring him with her skill.
"What if you cleaned my entire house for me?" Luke persisted.
"As you wish, sir," I said, continuing my foot massage. "I'll wash and detail the car and clean all of your footwear."
"Hmm, that might just do it," he replied.
Then, Brooke slid his 12-incher out of jeans and again started coaxing with her mouth and her hand.
"Do you want something done at Kevin's domicile, sir?" I inquired while kneeling on the floor and sucking on his right big toe, a treat he liked. "I can clean his truck, making it white as the day he purchased it."
"Same class, professor. Even though I have urge to ask, tell me something I haven't," Luke demandingly countered.
"Kevin's truck…is quite messy. It's sparkling white, yet it's almost black from grit and road salt. I'm at your command."
Thinking my oral adoration would clinch the deal, I relished the idea of washing off the arrogant scum who sold us out last time I was set free from my chastity. However, that consideration didn't stop me from agreeing.
"Very well, prof. Start now." Luke smirked while Brooke's jaws danced over his throbbing erection.
Wishing to prevent him from peering down and realizing I was committing oral adoration, I focused upon the ball of his right foot, devoting every scrap of energy to it.
"Anything special needed at your dwelling, sir?" I asked as I ardently licked his big toe. "Should I clean your garage?"
"Similar group, professor – are you sure you want to grant this to me?"
"I'll be honored to wash your brother's filthy truck. I'd relish making it resemble a brand new vehicle."
"Just promise you'll treat him with the same respect you give me."
"Of course, sir," I purred.
He delighted in Brooke's blissful worship, talking while caressing her into succulent surrender, as if he was considering my handsomely satisfying toe massage.
*Despite these unpleasant chores, I adored Brooke that much.
"Today, I'm feeling generous. I'll assign Kevin for you to clean and polish his truck during Monday afternoon. The weather predictions indicate it'll be quite warm, possibly reaching the 60s. It's comforting that with both us engrossed in chewing, there's less temptation to discuss climate change. Take back the key for the time being, at least up until Wednesday and Thursday. As you continue to worship my ballsack while your spouse services my penis."
Pairing up with Brooke, we prepared a slightly basic meal that consisted of turkey, gravy, stuffing, cranberry sauce, and brussel sprouts. We consumed this accompanied by a bottle of red wine. Following this, we tended to each other's feet, applying pedicures and bonding while viewing Roman Polanski's 'Bitter Moon.' Dressed in dark clothing, Brooke detached the chastity key from her anklet and liberty was mine. With the evening yet to come, I anticipated what might be in store. Brooke inserted her toes in my mouth while we observed the movie, occasionally pressing her feet into my face, or rubbing her leather soles against my nipples. I managed not to climax on the couch. As the film ended, my access was granted to Brooke's feet, resulting in their scent and the joy of caressing them with my face.
She asked me to lay on the floor, then elevated her feet over my head. Her actions featuring her nylon-covered feet varied, sometimes she pushed my head into her soles, and other times she brushed my face with her nylons, stimulating my nipples or gently pushing my lips onto her toes. This accumulated into feelings of absolute euphoria.
We headed upstairs for our shared room, where Brooke passionately kissed me. Riding my lap, she quietly inserted me into her, massaging my nipples as we made love. Within a few minutes, I discharged. After, Brooke granted me access to her feet, sending her through increasing pleasure and enthusiasm until we cuddled to sleep. Saturday was similar to the previous day, yet we dined at an exceptional French restaurant and uncorked a second bottle of wine.
Sadly, happy moments are always temporary.
My weight increase during my weekly weigh-in signaled a 2-pound expansion, stemming from all the Thanksgiving food and both the bottles of wine from the previous days. Although aware of this possible outcome, I decided to simply revel in my time with Brooke without undue concern.
Here's a rehash of the text in different words, preserving the elements like's "Alright, I'm feeling generous today. I'll tell Kevin you'll wash and detail his truck on Monday afternoon. The weather forecast is good. It's supposed to be in the upper 60s. I guess one benefit of you both having your mouths full is I don't have to listen to any bullshit about climate change. You can have the key back, for tomorrow and Friday at least. Now lick my ball sack while your wife services my cock."
I did as ordered. Despite the unpleasantness of this task, the choice of words being free of diplomacy, my and Brooke's mutual triumph served as a motivation. Although preparing a simple menu incorporating turkey, gravy, stuffing, cranberry sauce, and brussel sprouts might not be my original plan, we relished the meal while savoring a bottle of red wine. Once we finished the movie 'Bitter Moon,' her banter, especially when mimicking Mimi, prodded me to a second orgasm on the couch. She then came to my aid, removing her shoes and allowing me 30 minutes of feet worship. I was in a state of tranquility.
On that night, we indulged by feasting on the couch, with me dressed in navy blue tights, and her, fully clothed. In a major shift, she unhooked my chastity ring from her bracelet, enabling me to return 'to manhood.' When we got to the television, her feet, scented like leather, drove me wild.
She expressed, "Alright, my knight of service, entrance thy soul at my feet. Untie your pants down to your tights and kneel before me. Thou may now remove thy lady's boot and enjoy thy time." This luxury led to me intensely inhaling the shoes' scent and occasionally grazing my hairs against them while licking her soles and toes.
She then expressed, "Thou may now kiss me passionately. Position thyself on top of me and insert me inside." Locked in her bliss, she squeezed my nipples and, after several minutes, I climaxed. Rinsing my face and codes, she ordered me to kneel and suck on her toes, an activity she relished. Once content, we cuddled and drifted off to sleep. Friday began with a distinct gourmet experience at a French restaurant.
Regrettably, our euphoria didn't last forever.
I was apprehensive last Saturday when Luke prepared to whip me with his cane. It's clear that Brooke had mixed emotions about this since she was turned on by witnessing Luke discipline me, but at the same time, she knew how much I abhorred the cane and likely felt partially responsible for my weight gain that week, given our recent shared indulgences. So, she tried to intervene and plead my case.
"Honey, don't you think you could cut him some slack this one time because of Thanksgiving?" she asked. "Nobody gets through Thanksgiving dinner without gaining a few pounds."
"Quit making excuses for him! When you're on a strict diet, you're on a strict diet. It's his responsibility to display self-control. And since he lacked that, I'm going to."
"I understand - it's reasonable. But is it really necessary to use the cane?" she argued. "I mean, you love it when you undress, seize your belt, and punish him like some misbehaving child. So, can't you just do that instead of the cane? I'm aware how much I enjoy watching you with your belt."
"Who's always attempting to stop me from using the cane when I realise it's the most effective method of keeping him in line?"
She teased him by grinding her body against him and declared, "But it's such a turn-on watching you undress and punish him like he's a misbehaving kid. Come on, babe, please. Sweet him for me, then afterward, whisk me upstairs. It's been three days. I require your cock."
"You can't get enough of Big Luke, can you, you wretched slut?"
"No, baby, honestly – I can't."
"Alright. You can expect the belt today. But if he puts on weight again, it'll be the cane. I've had enough of him fluctuating between high and low like a yo-yo. Neither of you must try to prevent me. Do you comprehend?"
"Yes, Sir," we both said in unison. "Thank you, Sir," I added.
I had sunk so low that I was thanking the man who intended to strike me severely with a belt. And he did just that. I was then ordered to stand in a position of apology for half an hour while Brooke and Luke went upstairs to their bedroom. Couldn't I cheat and slip away from that position of distress and obvious discomfort? Absolutely not. The fear of being discovered (a concealed camera?, a spy named Kevin?) outweighed my discomfort and desire to defy his order.
"Look at the beautiful reddish hue you left on him," Brooke grinned while caressing my backside through my pants.
"You may go now, cuckold. Bring me another glass of bourbon," Luke commanded.
The situation didn't improve the following day when Brooke and I accompanied Luke to his final football game of the season as his cheerleading support squad. What made this Sunday particularly embarrassing compared to the prior ones was that Luke had invited Neil and Laura to the game.
Both were seated on the bleachers when Brooke and I approached them in our humiliating uniforms, pom-poms in hand. As I've mentioned, Brooke was a few years older than Laura and, as one of the more seasoned waitresses, held a more senior position at the restaurant. I suspected that Laura admired Brooke. Hence, I had to suppose that the spectacle of Brooke in her skimpy, disgraceful outfit in front of her friend was challenging for her. As for me, appearing in my uniform in front of Neil was well within the realm of my previous humiliations (I'd even been paddled by him), making this a new situation for Brooke.
Still, she appeared to bear it like a trooper.
"Hello, Neil. Hi, Laura," Brooke greeted them cheerfully. Both were dressed reasonably in sweaters and jeans.
"Hey, sexy," Laura observed, sizing up Brooke. I observed Brooke's nipples hardened through her blouse, more pointed than usual I thought. Given that I had been freed from my chastity cage since Thanksgiving and was now throbbing in my firm cheerleading pants, I knew my own arousal stemmed from our friends observing me in my uniform. The presence of Neil was likely just as arousing for Brooke.
"Hi, guys," I said, attempting to remain inconspicuous.
However, both Neil and Laura inspected me with the same scrutiny with which they had regarded Brooke.
"Oh my!" Laura laughed. "What dedicated cheerleaders!"
"Hey dude," Neil quipped, trying to suppress a chuckle. "How could Luke possibly play a poorly with you two guys cheering him on?"
Obviously, he didn't. Luke's team won 28 to 6. Luke had five sacks, numerous open field tackles, and even intercepted the ball, scoring a touchdown. He was the unquestionable MVP of the game. As a result, Brooke and I shouted and screamed, delighting everyone around us. It was yet another scorching hot day, and by halftime, Brooke and I were both drenched in sweat.
Luke approached Neil and Laura, who were comfortably seated on the bleachers. The score at halftime was already 21-3. Neal stood up and walked down to shake Luke's hand excitedly.
"What a fantastic game, Luke. You're everywhere on the field. You're unstoppable," Neil told him.
"Not too shabby for the final game of the season. We've just got one more half to go," Luke answered.
"You've got no worries. Their team doesn't stand a chance," Neal said.
"You both must be thirsty?" Luke asked.
Laura said, "We shared a water bottle, but it's empty now."
"There's a vending machine near the locker rooms over there," Luke said, pointing across the field.
Laura asked Neil, "I'll go get us some water bottles."
"Don't be ridiculous. You're my guests. Brooke, go fetch us three bottles of water from the machine. Walter, I've got some spare cleats in the back of my truck. Get them for me."
"Yes, sir," I answered before running off to the parking lot.
Brooke and I returned to the bleachers roughly at the same time. I watched Brooke stride up the bleachers, passing off water bottles to Laura and Neil.
"Here, sir. Here, miss," Brooke said with a grin, offering the bottles to Laura and Neil as she bowed a little.
"Fabulous service!" Laura exclaimed. "I like it!"
After the game, Neil conversed with Luke in the locker room as I collected the dirty uniforms and towels of his teammates to wash at home. One of the cornerbacks flicked my behind with his wet towel as I bent over to gather some towels. It hurt and I cried out in surprise. I diverted my gaze to see Neil smirking at me and the running back who belittled me last game looking at me with sheer contempt. At least we didn't have to knead Luke's feet in front of everyone this time, I thought to myself.
Nonetheless, shortly after the four of us returned to the house, Luke instructed me to take off his cleats and massage his aching feet. He then asked me to perform the same service for Neil, who didn't even blink before accepting. Luke's friend seemed to be growing more and more at ease in his presence and in accepting my acts of servitude. Meanwhile, Laura sat in the kitchen chatting with Brooke while she started preparing for dinner. After spending an hour working on both men's feet, I washed my hands and joined Brooke in the kitchen, where we helped prepare dinner.
Luke required Brooke and me to wear our cheerleading outfits throughout dinner. However, I was the one who served everyone's food, filled their wine glasses, cleared the table, and loaded the dishwasher. My humiliation deepened even more when Luke ordered me to divide my steak in half and return my baked potato to the serving plate, as he deemed my meal "unacceptable" based on my weigh-in that morning. One could almost imagine Neil sighing in disapproval as he regarded me with an expression full of sadness and disapproval. It was a shameful experience, and yet...
Yes, my day wasn't the only thing that was taxing.
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