Presenting a piece for consideration.

Presenting a piece for consideration.

Hey readers, it's me again with a new story! This is the first of a three-part series I have planned. If you enjoy it, please upvote and comment. My stories often focus on female dominance, as well as themes like cuckoldry, flr, friendzone, cbt, feet play, cfnm, humiliation, pet play, and more. Everything in this story is fictional, even though it's highly inspired by a real event.

Warning: This story contains explicit content and is intended for people over 18.

Introduction

This particular day marked a significant change in my life - it made me into who I am today and who I'll be in the years to come. Just thinking about it brings chills down my spine and a massive erection.

It was Sarah's birthday, and we'd planned to meet at 4pm after her classes were done so we could spend some quality time together before the party started. I was head-over-heels in love with her and wanted to officially initiate a relationship. To express my feelings, I bought her an expensive diamond-studded silver pendant.

At 4pm, I reached the college a few minutes early as usual, but found the phone line busy when I tried calling her. I assumed she was calling her mom, so I waited. After some time, still no response. I called again, but this time she didn't pick up. I was getting agitated and bothered, worried for no apparent reason.

By 4:30, it had been almost an hour since we were supposed to meet, and I still hadn't heard from her. Frustrated and concerned, I called her again. To my surprise, she rejected the call. I was furious and felt a swirl of mixed emotions about the whole thing. I wanted to leave, but at the same time, it was her birthday, and I cared for her deeply.

Act 1

At about 5:30, I saw Sarah exiting the college. She had her hand in Dave's. They were engrossed in a conversation, and both appeared to be enjoying themselves. Sarah wore a navy-blue shirt and a black pencil skirt. The skirt was short and tight, highlighting her nicely curved thighs. It sat just an inch above what was considered NSFW territory. Her sandaled feet revealed her curvy legs, which looked incredibly sexy under the fading sunlight. The loose shirt failed to hide her plump breasts, which seemed to be straining to break free. They jiggled with every slight movement, making her massive cleavage all the more enticing. Dave and Sarah's laughter filled the air, creating an aura that made me feel uneasy.

As I approached them, she gave me a fake smile but didn't pay me the usual attention. She introduced me to Dave, who had apparently chosen her outfit for the day. "He..." she said, turning to Dave and sharing a sly smile. "He made me..." She moved around, highlighting various features of her body, "wearing this!" They locked eyes and I could sense the close bond between them, making me feel even more uncomfortable. I just stood there like an idiot, whilst Sarah continued, "I really like how it feels on my boobs!"

Sarah looked hot in the shirt, but the fact that Dave had bought it for her, and made her wear it, upset me enormously. It was an awkward situation to say the least. A strange void formed in my throat, and I felt like I was witnessing a betrayal.

She glanced my way, gave me a partial grin, and walked on.

I thought she'd be by my side, but yet again, my heart sank. Dave, grabbing her waist, gently guided her next to him as they strutted along.

I was devastated. What was going on? Why was this unfolding? She was supposed to be mine. We'd been seeing each other. And she'd been reciprocating the right signals. I knew she adored me, so why was she walking with him? Dave was the fellow who lived close to her flat. Not exceptionally close, but they'd occasionally have dinner together "solely due to their aerial proximity," as she'd inform me. I was anxious.

I trailed them quietly, appreciating her from behind as she walked and how her backside moved with each step. They strolled casually, chatting, and occasionally chuckling.

But, she never glanced back at me. I was flabbergasted that she didn't even confirm if I was trailing or not. I felt so abandoned; discarded; forsaken! Once more, the idea of departure reared its head, and I shamelessly discarded it.

I watched them walk - her curvaceous posterior swaying, and conspicuous through the full skirt - her fabulous slender legs clenched as she took each step. She occasionally touched his body, and he'd sometimes clutch her waist, or back. Their chemistry and physical closeness were grating on my nerves. He crossed the road, winding his arm around her waist. I felt so isolated that I can't express it in words! I could sense my stomach grumbling.

We didn't have long to wait for the bus, but it was slightly crowded. She clutched the handrail, and he had one of his arms around her; I stood beside her, on the other side.

She smelled violet with a faint whiff of sweat. She wore the lavender perfume that, she knows, drives me insane. It was intoxicating for me, and that's when it first dawned on me, that she knew it, and she appeared to be teasing me. Right when the notion crossed my conscious mind, she unexpectedly swiveled her head ever so coquettishly, flashing me her crooked teeth.

My member stiffened instantly, and I couldn't comprehend what was transpiring! It felt like a dream - I might be adding two plus two, four, but I couldn't comprehend what was occurring.

I was dragged back to reality when she asked me to carry her bags, and I did so without question. However, to my utter chagrin, he then moved even closer to her, and positioned his body against hers. Once, I believe I saw him burying his face in her neck which made her giggle.

Her fragrance was intoxicating, and with every flash of her hair, it wafted into my nostrils anew. I was so aroused, I almost felt lightheaded.

Throughout the trip, the seats ahead of me emptied. I beckoned her to join me, and she did so, surprisingly wrapping her arms around Dave instead of me. Dave planted himself beside her, hugging her.

I felt sore. I felt incensed. I felt wounded. I desired to weep. She sat in front of me, with him beside her. Her sensuous scent drove me insane! I intermittently turned my head down to gaze at her cleavage. Her skin seemed so silky; I longed to run my lips along her flesh, leaving tiny kisses.

They continued their whispers and giggles and cackles. Their hands were intertwined and I was raging with jealousy. Suddenly, she adjusted her shirt a bit, displaying a generous amount of cleavage, and glanced my way to shooting me another coy smile before continuing their enthralling conversation.

Shortly thereafter, she leaned her head on his shoulder. I felt enraged and hurt, so wrathful, I actually wanted to leave, but the other side of the spectrum - I was exceptionally horny. She unexpectedly looked my way, catching me staring at her, and a mischievous grin surfaced her face, and she lowered her shirt, pushing her breasts further up and flaunting a more sensual cleavage. The fact that this was all exceptionally enticing, had already lured me into lustful obsession. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her sumptuous cleavage, beckoning me to plunge my face into them.

Act 2

We reached her chamber at last; the invitees still had an hour to show up. Dave dashed to the washroom, and she sat beside me, incredibly near. She peered into my orbs, and continued to grin, attempting to conceal her laughter. I stared back, unsure which emotion to succumb to, trying diligently not to collapse into sobs.

Then she began, "I've missed you so much lately. I'm genuinely thrilled that you're here."

I didn't know what I should say, so I flashed her a smile in return. She looked gorgeous.

Finally, Dave emerged from the restroom, and embraced her, planting a kiss on her. She collaborated, shifting away from me and turning to him, kissing him. I couldn't manage my emotions and fled to the restroom. Slamming the door shut, I exploded in tears!

Following a short while, there was a knock at the restroom door.

"Everything okay in there?" She inquired.

I nodded, drying my eyes of any remaining tears, and opened the door.

"Could you fetch us some drinks from the fridge? They've got vodka in there!" she requested gently, gazing up at me.

Her request was so pleasant that it erased the aching in my heart. I was eager to serve her alcohol at that moment. I examined her and went to the kitchen.

"Bring them to the bedroom, please," she asked.

I retrieved a bottle of chilled vodka and prepared three shots, also getting a bag of salted chips along the way. Unexpectedly, I knocked on the door before entering.

In front of the dressing table, she was carefully applying eyeliner. Dave was seated at the foot of the bed. Incredibly, she had already exchanged her previous clothes for a tight sea-green kameez and white leggings. The kameez didn't just expose her cleavage, but also disclosed her smooth back. She stood, revealing herself to me.

"How do I look?"

I couldn't stop staring at her beauty. Her cleavage took my breath away, and made looking at her incredibly pleasurable. She picked up a glass and offered another to Dave as she sat on the edge of the bed. I picked up my own glass and placed the tray aside. Dave raised his glass, and pulled her waist towards him as she sat on his lap, emitting a shout.

"Cheers!"

They re-engaged in kisses, holding their empty glasses in their grip, appearing a bit tense. Caught in the situation, I collected both glassware, and considered leaving the room when she said,

"Would you paint my toenails?"

I was uncertain if I'd heard her correctly, so I looked at her. Dave was licking her ears, and she was leaning back, her open mouth and closed eyes aiming slightly upwards. Her collarbones stood out prominently from her neck, her cleavage enticing, and her cleavage dripping with perspiration. She was so breathtaking. She took her feet out of the kameez and presented them to me. I was transfixed by her beauty and consent.

I took out a blood-red polish from her dresser, positioning myself in front of her feet. She remained on Dave's lap and was deeply enjoying the sensual caresses he was administering. He stroke her breasts, kissed her neck and back, perhaps for emphasis, occasionally stealing a kiss from her mouth. They seemed consumed in the kiss, unaware of their surroundings and unused glasses. I made my way to the floor, preparing myself to tend to her feet, when she requested -

"Would you like me to bring your drink to you?"

Not in the habit of declining, I thought of complying but then realized she was probably offering to open the door and serve the drinks to us both. However, it made me feel unworthy, so I hesitated. This hesitation gave her the impression I was having second thoughts about toe-painting.

"I'd like to paint your cousin's toes for you. Is that okay?"

Surprised by the request, I looked up and noticed they had dislodged and were busy kissing again. Dave's hands moved under her kameez, gently trailing him along her waist, between her thighs. Her moans and intimate movements were a sign of intense arousal.

I liked this situation. I enjoyed following her, as if I was a pet. I had a habit of assisting her as she strolled through the halls with her lover. Dave was definitely her lover. My previous plans of making a move tonight crumbled before me. I could feel my heart tearing. Realizing I was in the act of toenail painting, I bent down, touching her left foot with my fingertips.

"May I begin?"

Shivers ran down my spine as I touched her skin, it was soft and, although dry, smooth. I spent a minute gently massaging her foot, my fingertips grazing against her slight claws. Her other foot rested against my lap. Distracted by the attractive woman in front of me, I discounted the possibility of her being the subject of my attraction, not owning her, yet feeling deep within me, that she was the one. I traced the tip of my fingers against her left foot once more before she raised it and placed it on my chest, forcing me to sit back so I could continue to caress said foot. She then pressed her right foot onto my crotch, more or less onto my erection. Unable to control it, but determined not to be humiliated, I quietly set her right foot on her chest and retrieved the nail polish. I applied it to her toes, seemingly in a trance, conscious of the fact she'd given me the greatest prize and ownership. As I finished, I moved closer, pressing her foot even harder against me, surrendering my soul.

It was quite a task to handle the situation properly with her on my lap, and her busy kissing Dave. But when the first one, her big toe, seemed okay, I felt rather content. I glanced at her, but she was still occupied with Dave.

As I went on to tend to her left foot, she pressed her foot against my crotch, and I focused my attention back to her toes, carefully blow-drying them.

When she lowered her foot, she rubbed both feet agaisnt my crotch while rocking on Dave's lap. After a while, she raised her left foot for me to hold, and then the same position was repeated with her right one, which was a little more challenging given her right foot was massaging my erection.

Despite several more moans from her, I finished polishing her left toes, then grabbed her foot and blew on it. This time, she kept her foot in place. She was evidently lost in the pleasure Dave was giving her. One hand was pressed against her chest, while the other was between her legs, presumably rubbing her spot. He continued to nibble at her neck and shoulders.

After few minutes, she removed her feet from my crotch and turned around on Dave's lap, facing him. The passion ate them alive, and they started kissing. I glanced at them and couldn't stop myself from feeling jealous and aroused. I sat on the floor, watching the snippet of lovemaking.

She suddenly asked, "Did you buy me a present?"

I was unsure if she was talking to me. When they disengaged to kiss again, I nodded that I had, and got the pendant from my bag in the living room.

"Unwrap it for me," she said as she continued making out. I unwrapped it and handed it to her.

She turned and faced me, offering up her left leg to sit on my lap. Her hands were still on Dave's chest. She was moaning passionately, appearing to fully submit to her lover.

She asked me to put it on, so I placed it on her ankle. She started grinding her feet against my crotch. Enthralled by the beauty of the scene, I gave in to the sensuality of the situation. I adore watching her enjoy. Her feet pressed into my erection every so often.

Finally, the bell rang. They stopped their lovey-dovey feast. She went to the door, and I took care of the glasses.

Scene 3

The party kicked off, with a crowd gathering at the venue.

I kept to myself, taking part in the chat only when necessary. I did indulge in the pleasure of music, alcohol, and drugs. I'd steal a peek on her ever so often. She looked incredibly hot!

Right before dinner, she took me into the kitchen. She refilled her glass and gargled a bit before drinking it.

My eyes grew large, and I started drooling myself.

"Do you want something to drink?" she teased.

I genuinely wanted to take a slug of the saliva-soaked drink.

"Ask politely," she coaxed.

"Please, can I have some of it?"

She seemed convinced. She drained the glass completely and bent over a bit, placing her mouth just before mine. I swallowed the entire cup of saliva in a moment. Some drool dangled from her lips, but it slipped out of my reach. Hungry as a wolf, I lunged and caught it with my mouth. I was utterly captivated by this. She ran her fingers through her hair and gave me a smug grin, withdrawing from me.

"And these are the friends you chose?" she teased. "I'll make you dinner."

After our meal, guests began to gradually leave. The moment the last one exited, she brought Dave inside and kissed him passionately at the very spot I was standing. Their kiss was messy, almost animalistic, leaving their tongues, mouths, and chins glistening. She then glanced my way, her mouth dripping saliva. Smiling, she wiped her face with her palm and gestured for me to approach.

As I advanced, she instructed me to kneel in front of her. With her hand covered in spit, she smeared it all over my face as she whispered, "Stay..." She guided Dave inside her bedroom, slamming the door in my face.

An uneasy sensation filled me - hatred and arousal battled within me. If I wasn't so inebriated, I would've cried heavily. Instead, I stuffed myself with more pizza slices and downed more vodka. All I wanted was her near me, nestling against my body. But, she was otherwise occupied, experiencing an alleged orgasm.

Approximately an hour laters, she contacted me through a text message.

"Bring some pizza in."

My erection returned even stronger. I fetched a new box and headed towards the door.

Muffled sexual sounds emanated from the bedroom. My penis responded accordingly. I discreetly knocked and heard her inviting me to enter.

Upon entering, she lay on the bed, covered by the sheets, while Dave lay hidden by them, pleasuring her. She inhaled from a cigarette, craving for more and requested that I keep the pizza on the table before handing me the e-moron herself. Once I left, closing the door, I peered at the cigarette, stained with her lipstick and wet from her saliva. Curious, I licked the butt and sucked on it.

I was bewitched and craved hearing more of her moans. I fantasized about making love to her. However, after maybe an hour or so, Dave emerged in his underwear and headed to the bathroom.

Upon his return, both emerged, fully dressed. Their goodbyes interrupted my thoughts, so I straightened and assumed my previous position, without the lit cigarette.

They kissed voraciously before she shut the door behind her lover.

She reclaimed the position next to me, a triumphant grin plastered on her face. She enveloped my arm with her hands, snuggled against my body, and pressed her feet against her vagina. The desire I had repressed surged out and broke free. I openly confessed my feelings to her. I admitted how much I adored her.

She giddily asked if I loved her now.

In response to her question, I kept insisting.

"You know, last night, he called me. And he came onto me, so sensuously! I couldn't resist. And I didn't want to either. You know how much I was attracted to him. And he..." she chuckled, "...he has this domineering aura that makes me horny around him. Then, he bought me this wonderful dress and forced me to wear it for him. I adored it."

Feeling sorry for myself, after all this time, you're now seeing someone else? It's heart-wrenching. But... It's kind of amusing at the same time. You're finally telling me your feelings, correct?

"I already have a lover, sorry!" She laughed.

I had a conflicting response. My heart ached, but I was also distressed. Tears welled up in my eyes; I tried to contain them. But, I told her how much I longed for her.

"Did you enjoy me sitting on his lap? That's my favorite spot, you know!" She laughed again.

"And besides, you can't be my boyfriend, can you? You're so kind and obedient. I can't picture you as my boyfriend!" Her laughter persisted.

Her words stung, but my emotions seeped out regardless. I felt guilty as my tears flowed. She jokingly mentioned how much she adored when I was next to her while she was enjoying herself otherwise.

"Though, I must admit, it's really nice picturing you here while I'm getting fucked inside." Giggling, she confided in me, "It actually turns me on a little bit."

Laughter escaped her throat. [The story ends here.]

"While you were sitting on the ground before, watching me grind his cock, you found it so seductive!" Giggles follow. "And I couldn't help but notice your reaction when I stepped on your member too."

Even though I was sad and humiliated, my manhood was stirring powerfully. The tent in my pants made it clear. She then joked,

"I reckon you'd enjoy it if I did it again, don't you?"

I hesitantly confirmed with a yes. She laughed, placing her right hand on my thighs and simply touching the tip of her fingers against my jeans.

"I simply wanted to make you feel a tad jealous and tease you like I usually do, and I didn't originally think you'd keep painting my toenails," she chuckled.

"But your position on the floor, gazing at me like that, aroused me so much!" she shared. "I couldn't contain my horniness throughout the entire party. So, I pretended to tease you with the drink, but I never actually expected you to join in. Even when I begged you to wait in the kitchen, I didn't anticipate either that you would comply. It was obvious that we were bound to have sex, right? I thought you'd have left by now, so I sent a text to check if you were still around. Dear me, you're such a dutiful and submissive pet, aren't you?"

And to my shock, she embraced me. I responded with an embrace while expressing my love for her. Undoubtedly, she listened to me rant about how much I adored her. After a considerably long and uninterrupted loving embrace, she upped and said, "I know you believed that I should wear the pendant around my neck, but it looks marvelous on my ankle, don't you think?" I gave a nod of approval. Feigning a nonchalant tone, she declared, "Now let's remove this nail polish, shall we? I'm not a fan of this shade."

What baffled me was the sudden change in her attitude. I momentarily paused, trying to comprehend why she was behaving in this new-found manner.

"Um, you know where my belongings are located?" she urged.

So, I stood up and traveled over to her room. As inebriated as I was, my mind was at a low ebb. I hunted through her dresser and fetched the nail polish remover.

She, meanwhile, was propped up against the sofa casually. I nestled before her and placed her feet on my lap.

"Do you appreciate my feet?"

They are indeed quite stunning, I affirmed, looking at her feet now on my lap. The pendant adorned her ankle. She pressed her heels against the tented area in my trousers and chuckled.

"I thoroughly adore stepping on your member!" she chortled.

Repeating this action before, she was more confident this time. The way she termed my penis as 'pee-pee' caused me to shudder. She peeped into my eyes and delivered the directive to work on her toes. I complied with the request, enthusiastically. I applied the remover carefully and removed the polish from each of her toes.

As I completed working on one of her feet, she exclaimed, "Dear me, I have an intense affinity for your pee-pee!"

When I commenced working on her 2nd foot, while switching feet, she exclaimed, "Sweetheart! You're just so turned on!"

I delicately removed the polish from her other foot as well. Subsequently, I performed a gentle massage on her toes and ankle. The magnetic beauty of these actions filled me with joy.

"So, you're in love with me?" she inquired.

Indubitably, I revealed.

She gazed me in the eyes and beamed a sweet little smile. I was afflicted, teetering on the brink of unraveling. The denial was beyond stimulating. My member throbbed inside my trousers, almost ready to release its load.

She untangled her legs and disquietingly begged me to kneel before her. I complied and moved closer. I nuzzled my face in the vicinity of her legs enticingly. The overwhelming odour of her perfume blended with her sweat intoxicated me completely. I started shaking with desire. Her intentional denial was fueling my passion. It was almost too much.

"Honey, draw nearer. I want you to kiss my pins," she snickered.

Eagerly, I admitted I loved her stunning legs.

"Aww!" she squealed.

I couldn't help but stare at her, and she provided me a tender smile. It felt like I was on the verge of losing control - she was teasing me to the point where I found it difficult to think straight. I was trembling and shuddering when she demanded I rest near her legs...almost kissing distance

I tilted my head slightly, gazing at her captivating cleavage peeking from beneath the green fabric draped over her chest. Her voluptuous double handful of breasts appeared to be straining against the Kameez. Adorning her plump boobs were several red marks from hickeys.

"Do you like them?"

My body was engulfed in desire. My penis longed to be released from its confinement.

"Do you want to kiss them?"

I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Kiss my hickeys, you want to, don't you?"

She burst into laughter.

"Sit closer in between my legs."

She spread her legs apart. I scooted my knees closer, positioning myself in between her thighs, her breasts only a few inches away. I couldn't look away from the creamy-pale skin exposed in her cleavage, or the bruises left behind from her hickeys. The thought of kissing those lovely marks consumed me.

"Remember how Dave handled my breasts while he was doing my toenails?" she asked.

I allowed a series of images to fill my mind, each more arousing than the last. My penis grew harder.

"You want to kiss my hickeys, right?" she inquired.

I managed a simple, "Yes."

"Look at this neck of mine," she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder and exposing the markings on her collarbone and neck. "You've always enjoyed kissing my collarbone; do you remember when Dave latched onto it, sucking on it?" she asked.

"Its true, I wanted to kiss those hickeys so badly, couldn't stop myself from drooling."

"Now you can't, and you can't kiss them, either. What you can do is perhaps have a sniff – catch a whiff – right here." She pointed to the hickeys on her neck. I was captivated. Leaning in, hoping to touch them with my nose, I realized I couldn't quite reach.

"It appears you can't reach it," she pointed out, giggling. "Poor guy!"

Overwhelmed with desire, I could hardly focus. She knew this and laughed.

"Tell me, would you rather scent my crotch?"

I was bewildered – a strange notion not before considered. I hesitated, before carefully lowering my face and brushing my nose against the fabric covering her crotch. I breathed in deeply, inhaling her powerful fragrance mingled with a hint of musky scents.

"Does my pussy smell like Dave?" she teased me between her thighs. "He spent a lot of time there, remind you of that?"

I breathed in deeper, taking it all in.

"Would you like to directly inhale my pussy?"

I was shocked.

"Sit up straight and pull your face towards my crotch," she instructed.

I did so, my face now hovering above her crotch. My nose found its way to her crotch and breathed in deeply, capturing her scent more intimately.

"Tell me honestly, does my pussy smell like Dave?"

As the mental images breezed past my mind, I took long, deep sniffs of her crotch.

"What do you think?"

No answer emerged from my lips.

"Should I present my pussy to you for direct sampling?" Sarah joked.

She stood up and sat back on the sofa. Crossing her legs, she placed her feet on my crotch.

"Please, Sarah, grant me the honor of tasting your divine pussy," I begged.

She laughed.

"Try harder. I want to know just how much you want it!"

"I know I'm not worthy of you, yet I'm still yours. Please allow me to worship your divine pussy!"

She laughed.

"Now, I'm going to have to insist you show a little more enthusiasm if you truly desire it."

"I'll try with all my heart. Give me your pussy, Sarah!"

"Mmhm…" she demanded more, looking down at me. "Try even harder."

"Knowing I can't be your boyfriend, I will nevertheless do anything for you. Let me worship your divine pussy, please!"

She giggled. "Please, as passionate as you're being, you can have it."

"Will you grant me access to your divine pussy?"

She laughed. "Try more. You're doing well, but not enough."

"I'm not worthy, but still demanding your attention. Will you let me indulge my fantasies by worshipping your divine pussy?"

Her laughter filled the air. "Nearly there, but keep it up, if you really want it."

"Even knowing I can't mingle my life with yours, I am yours in spirit and emotion. Please, allow me to worship your flawless pussy."

"I've relented. I'm not known for my kindness."

She returned to the sofa, spreading her legs once more. "C'mon closer."

Drawing my face towards her crotch, I eagerly awaited my first taste of her divine pussy.

"A few minutes ago, Dave was giving it to me so hard I'm sure you could hear me moaning from here. His dick was immense and thick, mmm." She licked her lips. "I've never experienced something this huge inside me before; he filled me up so well, completely ravaging my pussy, and it felt excellent!"

She gasped, bit her lips, and closed her eyes. I couldn't help but feel envy and a broken heart. I couldn't believe what she was doing to me, embarrassing me, and all the while, it turned me on.

"You don't even know if he wore a condom or not!" She chuckled. "And you still want to taste my freshly fucked pussy, right?"

The idea almost made me nauseous.

She leaned forward and gently caressed my face - my mouth and nose. It felt so comforting; the external pleasure was overpowering, but my heart ached with pain.

"You'd love to taste us, wouldn't you? Our creampie?"

I couldn't fathom the concept.

She placed her fingers with half-inch-long nails in my mouth and I welcomed them, kissing and nibbling on her fingers. It was phenomenal.

"You know, I wrapped these fingers around his massive cock, precum dripped out of the tip of his dick, and I rubbed my fingers around his wet head! Would you clean them for me?"

She simply left her fingers on my lips and I sucked them in, licking and sucking on her fingers. It was unavoidable. I couldn't resist licking her fingers. No matter what she said, even her fingers felt divine to lick. After a few moments, she took her fingers out and sat back, putting her slippers back on.

"Well, since you've been such a good little boy for me today, maybe I'll let you taste my pussy for a minute, alright?" she giggled.

My heart was bursting. I couldn't believe the opportunity, the honor. Yes, it was an honor to be able to taste her pure pussy, the remains of her lover's passion. The heavenly juices of their lovemaking. I trembled thinking about it, yet I somehow craved it.

I was mesmerized watching her as she raised her right leg above my face. I glanced at her slender thighs, smooth calves, and shapely shins in the white trousers, followed by her ankle and the rest of her foot hidden by her slipper. She slowly lowered her foot, brushing her dirty slipper's sole against my lips. A chill went down my spine as I felt my penis stir in my pants. Without realizing it, I puckered my lips and gave her a gentle kiss. This was only a brief moment of ecstasy before she placed her feet back on the ground and stood up.

She ran her fingers through my hair, lightly touching my right ear. She caressed my cheek with her soft hands, and as they approached my lips, I placed a light kiss on them as well. She smirked mischievously before opening her lips, "See you in the morning!"

She went to her bedroom without saying anything else and closed the door behind her. I was taken aback. It took me some time to process everything that had happened in the last hour or so. I remained sitting on the floor, attempting to recollect it all.

Act 4

I realized I was too stoned to think. I looked at her bedroom door and thought about entering it. I knocked and she said it was unlocked. I pushed it open, peeking my head into her room. I couldn't see anything at first, but shortly, her laughter rang in my ears.

"Aww, puppy couldn't stay away from Mommy!"

I didn't know what to say. She turned the lava lamps on her desk on and in the dim light, I saw her sitting at the edge of the bed with her legs crossed at the knees, dangling the slippers off her feet, with a playful grin.

"You can't get enough, can you?"

Her words echoed in my ears as I crawled toward her, nodding in agreement. I relaxed on my knees in front of her feet and looked up at her.

"Remind me, how long have we known each other?"

Seven years now.

"And how many boyfriends have I had in these seven years?" she giggled.

Eleven...Twelve.

"That's right. Twelve boyfriends including Dave. And you have always been by my side. I know you love me. I've known for a while. And I love the fact that you don't need me to do anything to earn your love, you know what I mean?"

"I know you'll keep loving me no matter what, and you'll do anything for me, right?" [

Instruction: Paraphrase the given story with your own words while maintaining an informal tone and keeping the length unchanged.

Story: I will, Sarah, yes.

She gave me a smile, and I began to tremble.

"And, you were right, I do own you!"

Yes, I'm yours. I'll do anything for you. She chuckled.

"So, you wanna taste my pussy?"

Yes! That's all I want! I want to taste your divine pussy. I want to worship you! Please, let me... I was practically whining.

She chuckled, "Oh my my! Look at you. You're adorable, my god! This is why I love you, you know? You've never made me this turned on ever before!"

I continued crying and begging her. She kept chuckling.

"Well, since you've been such a good little boy... maybe... I'll let you taste my pussy a bit, okay? But, there's a catch!" She chuckled.

"The bad news is that Dave did use a condom fucking me," she chuckled, "You really wanted to taste our creampie, didn't you, you horny pervert?"

I felt relieved upon hearing this. The excitement surged back in me. She was okay with us tasting her pussy? It wasn't fucked bare? That was amazing.

"But the good news is..." she chuckled, "you have to..." she pulled out a condom from under the sheets, and held it in front of me, "you'll have to taste my pussy off the condom that we used! That way, you can get a taste of us, both!" She chuckled.

I was astounded yet again. I felt cheated. Deceived. The dread crept back in. I stared at the condom in her hands. Pink, elongated, nearly half-filled with transparent white goo, it finally hit me - his dick was that big? He came that much? Inside her? The condom was inside her pussy?

"Check out you, drooling!"

I didn't notice I was staring at the condom. My penis started aching again. She swung the condom in front of my face, and I kept following it with my eyes; my mouth was really watering. Like always, I was hooked. It was so sensual.

"Do you want to taste it, pervert?"

I nodded. She brought it closer, lighting brushing my nose, then pulled it back. It smelled hot. It smelled like cherries. And wet. Please, I pleaded.

She laughed and brought it closer again, this time lightly touching my lips, then pulled it back. I wanted it. I needed it. I stuck my tongue out, arching my neck, but it was still out of reach.

She enjoyed teasing me but I was on the verge. I pleaded and pleaded more, and she kept laughing at me, which turned me on even further.

"Aww, my pet pervert, you really want to taste it, don't you?" she chuckled.

Yes. Yes. There's nothing I crave more.

"You love me, right? You'd do anything I tell you, wouldn't you?"

I nodded, I'd do anything for you!

"That's my good little puppy," she ruffled my chin, like one would to a dog. I couldn't believe it. The entire experience was so sensual, I was losing my mind. "The power you give me," she bit her lip, "I adore. I can't help but be cruel, you know? I've always been so cruel to you, haven't I?"

It's true. She's the cruelest person I know. She's always been cruel, mocking me, taunting me, teasing me, stealing from me, but never giving me anything in return.

"I love being mean to you. Do you like me being mean, denying you what you want?"

I couldn't stop the tears now. My eyes were watery, and tears slid down my cheeks once more.

"Aww, don't cry now..." she leaned forward until her face was level with mine.

I've always loved you, Sarah, and I've tried so hard, I've always done things well beyond my capacity for you. You've always led me to believe you wanted me, but you've always been so cruel. Sometimes it makes me so furious but just looking at you again makes all the anger melt away. I was so looking forward to today, and you've been so intimate for the last couple days, I genuinely thought that this was it. Maybe today I'll be able to persuade you to become my girlfriend... I nearly choked.

"Awww my poor puppy, your words are almost going to make me cum now," she chuckled.

You hurt me, Sarah!

She chuckled again. "But, I love hurting you, don't you like to be hurt by me? For me?"

I stared into her warm, soft eyes. I always got turned on every time she was mean to me. I couldn't look at her anymore. I bowed my head to observe her feet.

"I know you do..."

I'm addicted to being hurt by you, to your mean edge. I know you abuse me, and yet, I enjoy it so much. I feel content when you control me, when you ask me to do your household tasks. It's what I want, Sarah. I want to keep pleasing you, to worship you in every way I can. I love you so much.

My head tilted up to gaze at you, tears streaming down my face. You were grinning at me. It was a moment of supreme satisfaction for me. I've officially submitted myself to you. I want to worship you forever.

You said nothing, just sat upright and waved the condom in front of my face. I couldn't resist its enchantment. I wanted to relish it. I didn't struggle. Please, Sarah, let me worship the condom you used.

"Act like a good puppy and sniff it," you said, and moved it closer to my nostrils. I wanted to savor it. I wanted to beg for it, so I didn't resist. Please, Sarah, allow me to worship you. Let me serve you by admiring the condom that carried your seed.

"Spreading your legs like a good girl," you instructed. I lay back, obediently spreading my thighs. You pulled it away and then you squirted some of your saliva on it. "Hold it there," you commanded. I did, waiting for your next command. You bent over, leaning your mouth just by my ear and hissed, "Stripping off your clothes and getting butt-naked for me should be your only goal!"

I complied quickly, pulling off my shirt. My heart raced as I obeyed your decree. You let more drool drip onto my face, then whispered seductively, "Pretend you're my sluttish dog... Now clean it."

I didn't hesitate. I was so aroused that I would do anything to please you. I began unbuttoning my pants, and just as I'd unbuckled my belt, you heaved the condom on my lips, forcing me to accept it in my mouth. The drool from your liquid filled my lips with a cherry flavor. Did you have it all above your pussy too when you fucked my boyfriend?

"I want you to execute every order I issue."

I nodded my head, ready for anything.

"Keep your eyes closed," you whispered, "Stick your tongue out!"

I obeyed, my eyes tight shut, my tongue out. I waited for your instruction. Next, you tugged the condom from my face and dribbled your spit onto my tongue. As your spit dripped from your lips, I swallowed without reservation, eager to please. The funny thing was you kept encouraging me to lick your fingers, next your palm, and then the condom one more time before surrendering it to me to taste his gushy pearly white stuff.

"You like it when I call your dick pee-pee?" You giggled then watched me unbutton my shirt and pants, feeling sexually charged. You unzipped my jeans, and pulled down my underwear, letting me expose myself to you and relaxed at my excitement. "Are you ready to taste cum now?"

Those words flooded me with pleasurable sensations. My penis was getting so worked up, but I didn't dare to cum without your say-so. I sucked the condom still, until you removed it.

I opened my eyes to find a mischievous smile gracing your lips. "Do you want me to pour it in your mouth?"

The thought went over so poorly in my guts. I quickly sucked it. However, I couldn't swallow right away, and you must've recognized it, because I could see a gleam of amusement in your eyes.

"Or," you mused, "maybe" you dipped your fingers into the condom, then pulled them out, showed me sticky fingers. I felt an irresistible urge to suck your fingers, and I did. You giggled.

"From now on, you'll be my clean-up cum-swallower!" You raised your eyebrows in good spirits. You rubbed the rest of the white goo all over your hands, creating a slimy, sticky paste. Your smell was strong, but welcome, and I started with licking your palm, moving over to your fingers, in-between them. You were amused. The taste and texture of the cum was salty and repulsive, but I didn't care. The feeling of serving you as your little slutty cleaner was all the reward I needed.

Finally, you gestured for me to lie down and collect the rest of the glutinous mess on your palm. You put a tarp on my tongue, used a similar technique to before, hovering over me, saying with a smile, "I'm sure it's going to slip down your throat, so try to hold on to it," and poured it from your palm onto my tongue. I submitted, instinctively swallowing, loving the flavor of your fingers and the unforgettable taste of your husband's cum. I kept tasting your luscious fingers, cleaning every little drop.

You read my thoughts aloud, admitting, "It's funny that you wanted to be my boyfriend, but you've turned into my sloppy cum-slurper!" Then you giggled. "But I have to say you make a great addition to the family. You're my clean-up cum sucker and my obedient foot worship puppy!"

I want to be your puppy, Sarah. ^I'm content with being your foot-worshipping, cum-swallowing cuckold. I love you.

I followed her commands and she slipped the condom onto my tongue. I sucked it eagerly, causing her to laugh.

"I want you to keep sucking on it all night long while you're asleep," she said, "For now, you can set it aside on the counter. And since you've been such a good cuck, I'm going to let you undo the zipper on my dress and worship me." she chuckled.

I felt on the verge of orgasm but she laughed at it.

"Come, sit on the bed," she instructed.

I sat down and, unexpectedly, she sat right on my lap, directly on my penis. My penis was caught between her two cheeks. The sensations made me multi-orgasmic and I was shuddering.

"Do you want to grab my breasts like Dave did?" she chuckled.

Yes...

"Unfortunately, you can't," she chuckled, "But you're free to pull my hair to the side and sniff my hickeys. Would you like that?"

I couldn't believe it! Was she really offering me that? Sarah... Can I, actually?

She giggled, "Of course, I want you to!"

I wasted no more time. I carefully pulled her hair on each side and set it aside, exposing her neck adorned with several red, purple, and blue hickeys. I brought my nose close to her neck and breathed in the mixture of her scent and perfume. The intoxicating aroma made my brain feel high. I began kissing every hickey she had as she continued to giggle. I entertained her by kissing all over her neck, scraping my tongue across her skin. Then, bit by bit, I moved my attention to her back and began to lick her skin, ever so slowly.

"You can start unzipping me, cuckold, and pull my dress off."

I couldn't believe it. Was I really so fortunate to do that? She was being so affectionate. I worshipped all over her back with my kisses as I slowly released the zipper in my teeth. At last, all that was left to remove was taking off the dress. But could I truly be so lucky?

She shifted her position slightly, raising the back of her dress up, and sat back on my lap, with my penis in between her thighs. The warm, inviting feel of her thighs drove my senses wild. I kept my fingers on the hem of the dress, carefully lifting it and starting to take it off.

"You can't believe it, can you?" She giggled.

No, I couldn't.

"Well, while being a cuckold comes with some privileges if you know what you're worth. So, tell me, cuckold, do you deserve to see my breasts?"

I considered it for a moment and answered "No."

"Excellent boy," she giggled, "Now, pull it off." She wanted me to avoid watching her breasts, even though they were just a moment away from my eyes. I pulled her dress off and set it on the bed.

With her naked skin exposed in the dim light, she was a vision. Her smell was intoxicating, a perfect blend of sweat and perfume. I wanted nothing more than to give in to temptation, but she was the one controlling the moment.

"You're so beautiful," I said.

She giggled, "I know! After you're finished admiring me, you can massage my back if you like. Just like I did to Dave. You can even sniff and lick my hickeys."

Covering her upper body with her arms, I found myself repeatedly kissing her armpits. she continued to chortle.

Then, without notice, she started rubbing her legs around my penis, scratching the sensitive spot behind the head with her fingernails. It felt Send me heavenly and she was so amused by my reactions.

"Don't you dare cum now!" she scoffed, "You're actually turning me on, cuckold!"

She then scratched the hyper-sensitive spot behind the head of my penis with her fingernails, causing me to bask in pleasure. [It felt heavenly and she laughed at my reactions.]

Sarah allowed me to lick her sides and the sweaty area under her breasts. I stuck my tongue out and went as far as I could while maintaining my vow. Deeper into her sides, I kissed and sucked her underboobs. The scent of her was intoxicating, and I was almost getting lost in the moment. I licked and worshipped her large tummy, ran my tongue along the breastbone through her cleavage, and could feel her hefty breasts brushing my cheeks. I had never been so happy in my life. I thoroughly cleaned her and received praise for my skills. I kissed the smooth skin on her collarbone and began licking and sucking them. This action caused her to moan. She started caressing my penis head with her fingertips, pressing them lightly and rubbing it with her nails. It felt unbelievable, so I could not stop moaning myself. One of her fingertips almost entered my penis hole, allowing me to feel her nails scratching from within.

Eager to please more of her body, I worshipped her neck and then moved to kiss the other side. I held her left arm, and she removed it from my penis. I kissed her arm with passion, then her hands, and even licked each finger. This was followed by a trip to her waist and tummy, where I licked under her left breast, going all the way up to her armpits. Sarah put her arm around my face, and I pressed myself into her armpit, inhaling her sweet scent. To my dismay, I was close to achieving release, but found myself unable to hold on. The seductive aroma was consuming my mind. I thought I lost control but then she stopped touching me, and only a few minutes later, my orgasm subsided.

Giggling, Sarah asked, "Were you going to cum?"

I was, Sarah.

She giggled more and stated, "Put on my dress and sit in front of me."

I did so. The dress was a soft spaghetti-strap purple nightgown. I had previously seen her wear it in photos, but in person, she was even more stunning. After she was done, she got off me, smiling. "Did you like washing me, cucky?"

I enjoyed it thoroughly.

She giggled, "Help me take off my leggings."

Excited, I got on the floor and held the hem of her dress. Rubbing her thighs, I carefully removed her leggings. She had a sense of humour as she threw me a look of amusement. Once her feet were free of the leggings, I kissed her toes eagerly. My job was to clean and lick her whole body. I sucked on her toes and the spaces in between, before moving to her shoes and licking her soles. I then licked and massaged her legs, heading up towards her thighs. There were a few hickeys on them, and I treated them with extra care. She stepped out of the bed and placed her body on the floor.

"Start at my toes!"

I quickly did so. Kissing her toes, I sucked out the spit she had dropped for me and continued licking them. I kissed her feet, went on to her ankles, and continued up her legs. I grasped her legs and continued my upward exploration. I worshipped her thighs, especially those with hickeys, and then rested my head in her lap while admiring her. She turned around, placing my face under her frock and allowed me to kiss her inner thighs.

However, she didn't let me go much further, as she turned back around and held my head.

"Thank you so much, Sarah," I said, still looking up at her.

She grinned down at me, giving me a drip of spit to catch in my mouth. I closed my eyes and savoured the taste. Without further words, she hid herself under the blanket. She tossed me a sheet and flashed me a smile, before turning around.

I sat there for a few more minutes before closing the door.

I found myself on the floor in front of her bed, ready for the final command. I took a condom and pulled it onto my tongue, as instructed, before beginning to suck on it. My thoughts were consumed by her naked body; the feeling of pleasure was intense as I licked and worshipped her entire body.

I wrapped myself in the blanket, but caught a whiff of an unmistakable aroma - the scent of their sexual encounter. It almost made me explode, imagining her wrapped in the very blanket they made love on! I took a deep breath, trying not to make a sound, savoring the scent of their passion. I vividly recalled watching him touch her, pleasure her. My heart swelled with jealousy and arousal! I drifted off, dreaming of her being cradled in his arms while I shivered on the floor, eagerly awaiting the moment he'd release his seed inside her.

I awoke to the sensation of sucking something. As my thoughts coalesced, I realized it was a foreign taste tickling my tongue. A subtle aroma filled my nostrils. My eyes opened to see her gazing down at me. She wore a dreamy smile, her eyes half-closed. I recognized the taste as her fingers, smeared with a strange substance. No matter the taste, I remained silent. I secretly sighed with contentment, envisioning her earlier night with her partner and the moments where I'd adored her. I was lying on the floor beside her bed, having wrapped the sheet from their union around me, as she leaned over, holding out her fingers. I eagerly took them into my mouth, passionately licking them clean. Her fingers were a timeless delight to observe, their length and shape mesmerizing to me. I fondly remembered their shapes from last night as I tended to them in the fading twilight. I held her hand above my head and carefully licked between each finger, concerning myself with the meticulous task of sanitizing them. Her laughter drew me back to the present.

"You're so adorable, obsessing over my fingers," she teased, "You know, Dave is the one who licks me clean. While he licks my pussy and tits last night, you got to lick everything else."

Reviving the despair I'd buried, the mention of her partner resurfaced. Still, the sensation in my groin overpowered my depression, and I continued to worship her fingers. I stayed focused on the task, engulfed in the pleasure of servicing her. Eventually, she moved her hand away.

"Can you make breakfast?"

At first, I was thrown off by her request, but soon my mind processed. I agreed, too focused on her to be dismayed at my situation. Her fingers left my lips, and she delicately patted my head.

"Wonderful cucky," she complimented, rubbing her fingers against my hair and removing any saliva.

Shocked by my role, I gawked as she rose from her bed, exposing her delectable thighs I'd had the good fortune to lick the night before. She paused at the door as she opened it, revealing her frock's frilly hem brushing against her thighs. I caught a glimpse of her full backside as she slipped out, her hair whipping around.

As I lay in front of the bed, I pondered the events of the night before and the circumstances. But as I stood, considering the events of the previous night, I hesitated to dress myself. Instead, I smoothed her bed covers. As I slipped into the kitchen, I opted to prepare a salad and eggs.

Soon she reappeared from the washroom, still brushing her teeth, her unbound breasts undeniable. She had gone bra-less the night before as well, but the dim light undermined her amazing form. Her rough-cut hair rode up and down her arms, a feast for my eyes. I gazed at her, my eyes locked on her, as she concentrated on tying her bun. She revealed her armpits, once again baring them to me. I recognized her as my goddess, intent on adoring her. The thought brought a shiver down my spine once more, heightening my arousal.

Unable to contain myself, I knelt in front of her feet, a doting puppy. She didn't seem to acknowledge my affection, choosing not to cater to it, allowing her underarms to taunt me. I lay my head at her feet, every inch of her elegance exhibiting her as the one in charge.

She stood right in front of me, trying to inquire about our meal plans. However, I couldn't look away from her underarms. Suddenly, a tiny drop of toothpaste dripped onto one of her breasts (on the fabric of her dress). I felt my heart pounding. I stared at her and she gazed back at me. Releasing her bun, she picked up the toothpaste with one of her fingers, making the breast bounce a little.

I was amazed by the spectacle. I looked at her once more to discover her watching me intently. I believe I heard her laugh again before she put her finger in my mouth, and I welcomed it, sucking on the toothpaste. She was still brushing her teeth with her other hand.

I couldn't suppress my desire any further. I sucked on her finger with absolute passion. This felt so good that I closed my eyes. But then she swiftly pulled her finger out. I opened my eyes to find her staring at me, exuding a dominant and sensuous expression. I locked my gaze on the spit on her fingers in front of me and realized how sexual this entire encounter was.

I moved my body slightly upward and took her fingers in my mouth again, licking the spit from them and then sucking her fingers once more. I couldn't have enough of this. Her fingers are so beautiful and all I wanted to do was kiss them, suck them, caress them, and worship them as much as I possibly could!

After a few minutes, she took her fingers out of my mouth and placed her hands on my shoulders, pushing me back while she bent directly over me. With one of her hands, she held my neck and as I opened my mouth with my tongue out, she spewed the toothpaste in my waiting mouth. I couldn't resist groaning, imagining how seductive this was.

She discharged all the toothpaste inside me, spitting droplets after droplets of her mouthwash, and then pushed me inside the bathroom.

She led the way, and I followed behind, on all fours, my knees trembling, my head spinning, and stood near the door when she washed her mouth.

"Come here, don't be timid. Kneel!"

I did as she instructed and she stood before me by the toilet seat. I inched closer so that I was directly before her. She lifted the edge of her dress slightly, and stared directly at me. My heart was pounding. She then closed her eyes and began to strain in a coquettish manner. I couldn't comprehend her intentions at first. She bit her lip and let out a deep sigh. After some struggle, her knees jerked, and a stream of urine flowed down her legs on the floor. She started peeing, and as soon as she did, she let out another sigh of relief, opening her eyes and staring at me.

I was mesmerized by the sudden odor that pervaded the air. I looked at her to find that her cheeks were flushed. She appeared to be feeling self-conscious or shy while doing what she was doing. It only amplified my arousal. I could see the puddle she was creating before me. Puddles of her stream were almost brushing my body.

When she was done after a while, she moved back, and sat on the toilet, the floor below me drenched in her urine.

"Oops! Looks like I got the floor a bit dirty!" she giggled.

Some urge came over me and I won't hesitate for a moment. I bent down and buried my face in the floor, licking her urine off the washroom floor. It was completely different from anything I've ever tasted before! She was chuckling.

I could not believe what I was doing! I found myself licking Sarah's urine from the washroom floor! It felt so gratifying. Still licking her urine, I began to lick her feet.

She was laughing out loud by this point and guided me toward her feet so I could clean them thoroughly.

After cleaning her feet, she pushed me back a little and stared at me with the steamiest gaze. I couldn't tear away, as her expression shifted. She slightly gaped her mouth, and I recognized she was releasing a bowel movement. The thought made me mad. She did not break eye contact, and suddenly her face relaxed as I heard her defecate touch the water. I was rock-hard and started to make low moans involuntarily.

"Umm... would you like to...?" she hesitated to say.

Yes, yes, Sarah, please...!

But I couldn't contain myself. I pleaded with her to allow me to clean her anus.

She laughed and unrolled the toilet paper beside her. She wrapped it around her hand and began wiping her anus.

I continued to beg her, as she giggled, and then held the soiled toilet paper in front of me.

The brownish blemish on the blank paper enticed me to lower my head and give it a gentle sniff. It had a faint aroma of excrement. Yet I loved it. I wanted to lick it away. Glimpsing at her, I noticed her smiling at me.

Can I?

She simply nodded yes.

I took another sniff before lightly kissing it, as she chuckled and then kissed it with the tip of my tongue and took the entire paper into my mouth. Sarah did not stop chuckling, instead instructing: "I want you to chew it all up!" She continued laughing.

I did. I chewed the tissue paper, then consumed it. I couldn't believe it. I savored her urine first, and now her excrement! She was making me sample her filthiest fluids, and I delighted in it.

After that, however, she sent me back to my assignment - preparing breakfast, and requested me to shut the door after myself.

While in the kitchen, I couldn't get it out of my mind - tasting her beverage and her excrement! It was so provocative. I remained aroused the entire time and fought to refrain from masturbating. My mind drifted back to the incident, and I tasted whatever was left inside my mouth.

Shortly after, she emerged from the bathroom, wrapping a towel around her body. She flashed me a sweet smile and went into her room.

I was nearly finished with the breakfast preparations, and ultimately rapped on her door, presenting her with tea. She seemed pleased to see me bringing tea. Still dressed in the towel, she was searching for a gown in her wardrobe. I set the tea on the table when she said,

"Good boy! My dress is in the bathroom."

She didn't even glance at me and continued with her search. At the outset, I had no idea what she meant. I went into the bathroom to find the gown on the floor. My penis immediately hardened.

I picked it up and the moment I touched the fabric, I became entranced. It was so soft. The fact that it had previously covered her left me excited. It made me feel like her property. I resisted covering my face with it and breathing in her scent without her consent.

Meanwhile, I was washing the dress carefully, when I realized that she was truly using me as her slave. The realization only made my passion more fervent! I had forgotten everything I yearned for the previous day, and now, the only thing I yearned for was to serve my Goddess in every way she desired - any way she wanted me to. I was her devout acolyte. I soon completed my morning duties.

When I returned to her room, she was adorned in a voluminous black double-sleeved backless gown that stopped just above her knees, revealing very little. She was applying bright red lipstick, showcasing her back to me. She looked superb, particularly the fairness of her back speckled with hickey marks that peeked above the black material. Her scent was distinctive, intensifying how she appeared.

You look sensational, I said. She just grinned and pushed me down by my shoulders. I got on my knees beside her as she was seated in front of her mirror. She directed me to select a pair of earrings. I picked a rhombic-shaped glass ornament that dangled from her ears.

Then she requested me to style her hair, which was challenging while kneeling. It took me some time to get used to the technique but did an acceptable job. She permitted me to tie it into a ponytail. Then she stood up, exhibiting her bare back, and herself in the mirror. She looked even more erotic than before.

You look utterly divine! She leaned in slightly, puckering her lips, and whispered,

"Gather me a pair of shoes to wear with this?"

There was no need for clarification. I quickly crawled out of her room, prostrated on all fours, and hurried to her shoe rack. I was overwhelmed by the multitude of shoes she possessed. I had no time to waste; I picked a pair of black sandals and returned.

She savored a portion of salad on a plate and sat on the sofa with it. So I crawled to her and placed the sandals in front of her. She was sitting on one leg crossed over the other. I carefully picked up the right shoe and fastened it to her foot. I attempted to secure the buckle but she flicked her foot away and handed me the other foot. I retrieved the second shoe as well. The footwear appeared well-suited with the ensemble, but she wouldn't allow me to tie the left shoe's strap either.

"You'll know what to do, right?"

She said and didn't wait for my answer. She became absorbed in her phone and enjoyed her meal. I didn't understand her command. I stared at her but she didn't look back. She continued swinging her foot, which is when I realized it. Her toenails were unpolished. [

In a hurry, I dashed to her room and collected a deep crimson nail polish. Positioning myself in front of her feet, I applied it with zest on all of her toes. She didn't utter a word throughout the entire process, completely disregarding my presence. This only intensified the sensations pulsing through my manhood.

After completing the manicure, I replaced the nail polish in her dresser and knelt back before her feet. I observed her enjoying the food I had prepared and, on occasion, chuckling at her social media feed.

Within moments, she extended her left hand, offering me a few morsels of salad. Eagerly, I lapped them up and drank from her hand. She murmured a "goodboy" and swiftly took her hand back, only to provide me with additional delights. She fed me in this manner until we finished the meal completely. It was enchanting to be treated like a pet, being still on all fours in front of her feet. Lastly, she laid the plate down, leaving some leftovers. A chill rushed down my spine. Was she actually asking me to clear the plate?

I regarded her but received no response. I turned my attention to the dish, purposefully leaning down to savor her leftovers. As I lapped away, she chuckled.

"Goodboy!" she laughed more.

She eventually set down her phone and directed me to glance upward. She stretched out her hands, and I adoringly worshiped them.

"What a well-behaved boy you have been!" she giggled. "Do you believe you deserve another prize, cuck?"

I gazed at her, fighting back tears. She sat erect, crossing her legs. Her delicate legs just inches away from my face. The intense aroma of her filled my nostrils once again, sending my body tingling with her presence.

She extended her hand in front of me, and I promptly kissed it. I nibbled gently on her palm, bringing a fit of laughter.

She settled her hand on her knee, and I resumed kissing it. After some time, I glanced upward when she asked -

"Do you like being under there?"

I maintained my gaze on her eyes and nodded, acknowledging her amusement. She managed to conceal another fit of giggles and continued -

"Did you really enjoy sleeping beneath me yesterday?

"Did the bedsheets' scent transport you back to us?" her laughter was infectious.

I felt incredibly ashamed. I lowered my eyes, incapable of matching her bright smile.

"I suppose you adore being my pet, right?"

Yes, I reluctantly replied.

"Excellent pet!" she giggled. "Now, don't you think my shoes are a bit dirty?" she flaunted her legs, inviting me to gaze at them.

Without hesitation, I quickened the pace of my tongue and began kissing the shoes. They tasted like leather, but I continued the ritual. I restored their luster when she giggled,

"Can you get the buckles on my mules for me?"

I contemplated for a moment. She radiated pure joy and appeared thoroughly entertained by this scenario! I bowed my head slightly and grasped one of her feet. I bent even further, kissing the strap of her mule. I regarded it between my teeth and strained to fasten it.

She seemed highly amused. When I managed to secure the buckle, she patted my head, awarding me with a "Good boy!"

Postlude

I saw her off at college, spending some quality time with her. She was as upbeat as ever, clinging to me even more. I enjoyed it.

At her campus, I watched as her friends, including Dave, chatted at a coffee shop. She moved forward, whispering to me -

"I'll call you later for some additional cleaning, cuck, don't even think about playing with my beaver until then!"

This immediately triggered an intense reaction, and my stomach knotted. She strolled towards her friends, enveloping Dave in a passionate embrace. He returned it, and she faded away from my sight and existence. I turned towards my domain, considering what other challenges this new relationship might entail.

Read also:

• My Close Friend, a Female, Fondled Me
• A Stepmother's Varied Testimony: Volume 3
• Listening to Their Groans: The Complete Narrative
• Slim, Youthful, and Well-Endowed in Part 2

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