Slave's Orgasm Day: Chapter 3
Nancy worked at a trendy fashion shop located near campus. With it being so close to Christmas, the store had more customers than usual, most of them female students. One day, Brad found himself being followed by Maddie, one of his colleagues, who dragged him to an empty fitting room.
"In here," she ordered, pushing him inside the spacious room.
He'd never been in such a large changing room before. The mirror covered one entire wall, allowing him to see every expression, every movement on his face. An empty bench sat on the opposite side, and Maddie closed the curtains to make sure they had some privacy.
As soon as they were alone, Maddie took him by surprise, pulling down his shorts. He gasped as she revealed his erect penis, staring back at him with awe.
"Wait...please..." he whispered.
"Let me give you some pleasure first," she giggled innocently.
Maddie knelt in front of him, her beautiful dark eyes gazing up at him with caring devotion. For a moment, Brad imagined that they were a loving couple and they were just playing around.
She leaned in, her lips inches away from his aching member, stroking it gently with her delicate hands. Her touch sent shocks of pleasure through his body, as if he was about to reach his climax. A sudden fear seized him.
"Oh, I'm so close," he panted.
Maddie stopped suddenly, taking her hand back from his straining cock.
"Wait...what are you doing?" he coughed.
Maddie's pretty face formed a mischievous grin as she pulled back her hand and hit his balls without warning. Brad fell to his knees, moaning in pain.
"Whatever I want, obviously," she smirked. "Remember, you're my slave. You don't get to tell me what to do. Now, thank me for even touching your little penis."
"Thank you, princess," he gasped.
Maddie got up and left, saying, "I want you naked by the time I get back. I'm going to get Nancy now. We'll be back by the end of the day, and then I'm going to ask her if you deserve to cum. You better make her happy!"
20 minutes later, Brad heard Maddie and Nancy's laughter as they approached. He quickly took off all his clothes and put them under the bench to avoid looking cold. Although the store had central heating, he still found the cold unnerving. As he listened to their conversation, they were laughing about his predicament.
"You should see him after one kick," Maddie was saying. Then, making fun of him, she said, '"Please, princess! No more! No more!"'
"Oh my god! After one kick?" said a voice that belonged to Nancy. She'd entered the room, wearing a tight red dress that clung to every curve of her body, but still hugging her vast chest. The dress finished above the knee, revealing her smooth legs. Maddie had put on a green Santa hat for Christmas, making her stand out.
Nancy wore an equally tight black dress that clung to every part of her body. The straps were undone, and her shoulders were left bare. She was also wearing a red Santa hat and stockings, with no shoes.
Brad found himself bowing down to the floor as the two girls walked towards him, making majestic movements. Their confidence captivated him, making him feel inferior and deserving of their commands.
"So you're the servant serving under our feet, are you?" Nancy asked playfully, patting his head.
They approached him slowly, giving him a show of their slender legs, and high-arched feet that almost looked majestic. Brad's mind blurred, and all he could think about was obeying their commands.
"Welcome, Princesses," he bowed before them.
Brad quickly became convinced that this was a girl worth listening to. It wasn't only her beauty, comparable to a queen, or the stories from Maddie about her harsh treatment of boys, or the fact that she had supposedly decided his orgasm... She held some sort of undeniable authority over him that he couldn't ignore.
"Yes, my lady," he whispered.
"Today, we'll be playing a game," Maddie announced. "Are you prepared?"
She tapped his aching, exposed penis with her gold sandal, snickering as he groaned from the touch.
"Yes, princess," he moaned, desperate to please her and enjoy the orgasm she promised.
"You're going to make sure Nancy is content. When I ask her if you deserve to climax, she'll determine your fate." Maddie slid her right foot out of her shoe, revealing her small, bare foot. She playfully swiped it against his dick. He almost gasped at the sensation. "Right now, you'll ask Nancy to do whatever she wishes with you."
Humiliated, Brad crawled over to where Nancy was leaning against a wall, biting her lip to hold back laughter at his plight. Despite his shame, he was still drawn to her.
"Please, Mistress Nancy," he whimpered. "Do whatever you please with me."
"Really?" Nancy responded. "Well, I have an idea. You see, I'm sick of receiving love confessions and invitations from pathetic boys who can't take a hint. So, whenever they confess or ask me out, I put them through a test."
Brad shook his head, anticipating her next words.
"I kick them in their testicles until they can't take it," she revealed. "If they can withstand 100 kicks, I'll let them have a date with me. But nobody has proved they deserve it."
Brad cringed at the thought of 100 kicks to the balls. He would be incapable of taking even ten from Maddie without trouble.
"So," Nancy continued. "Today, you'll test different shoes to see which ones hurt the most. I need to choose which ones will hurt the boys I reject."
Brad visualized the imminent scenario.
"I've assembled several shoes for today," Nancy informed him. "I have to test them out... somehow."
Brad realized that he was in for a rough afternoon.
With a mischievous grin, Nancy opened a bag and poured it on the ground, dumping half a dozen shoes. Brad's pulse quickened as he imagined the pain inflicted by their sharp legs.
"You'll receive ten kicks from each one," Nancy instructed.
Brad's heart pounded; he was terrified.
"But," Nancy chimed in, "there's a catch. I can't have you crying out in pain and alerting people to what's going on. I need this job. So..." Nancy sat down and stretched her legs out in the air. Brad found himself staring at the soles of her feet in complete awe. "Kneel down close to the floor on your face, hands cuffed behind your back."
Frightened, Brad complied. Brutalized by these attractive women, he waited in trepidation for whatever they'd inflict on him. His aroused penis dangled before him, an easy target for Nancy's vengeful boots.
"Nancy, these are the most beautiful shoes I've ever seen!" Brad heard her exclaim. Stepping into her first pair of shoes - black, velvet ankle boots - she stood up, welcoming him to feel her legs as she crossed them and admired her reflected image. When she put them on, she rammed the heel of her boot into his sensitive balls.
"Good," Nancy repeated. She moved on to her next pair of shoes - a pair of red pumps. She shifted her legs so that her feet faced the floor. Maddie replied, "Brad, are you ready for your punishment?"
Brad's knees trembled with fear. Forced to submit to the will of these two dominating women, he remained in the humiliating position they'd chosen for him, anticipating the blows to his genitals that would ultimately determine his ultimate satisfaction.
Maddie perched on the vacant chair, nonchalantly uncrossing her legs. She motioned for him with her foot, giving a wink and wiggling her toes in his direction. Despite his trembling fear, he admired how Maddie's breasts jiggled inside her dress and felt his dick pulsating in arousal. If only Maddie were just a regular hot chick instead of being so crazy...
"You ready, slave?" Nancy inquired. "Remember, five kicks for each shoe!"
Brad negated with a head shake, but couldn't speak his thought.
"Of course he's ready!" Maddie interjected in a jovial tone, twirling her foot back and forth.
Maddie snickered viciously at his fright. In the reflection, he witnessed Nancy's eyes aglow with relentless fervor as she maneuvered closer to his body.
Lifting her boot's instep, Nancy set aside her hair, flashed a sparkling grin, then violently kicked him in his testicles.
Brad's hips jerked forward, his cries drowned by the sweat-soaked stockings in his mouth. He felt as if he was perishing. Gulping, wheezing, choking, he collapsed to the ground. The agony rose in his testicles. Her boot was like a mallet and his balls the objective of her sadistic pleasure.
When the first round concluded, Brad crumpled before them like a flounder. Handcuffed and sprawled on the floor, he had no hope of escape as Nancy mercilessly thumped his ball-sac. A few times she jabbed him with force, aiming to enlarge his legs. He made a futile attempt to curve his hips to lessen the pain, but he was forbidden.
"If you continue," Nancy fumed, "I'll double the kicks!"
The dreadful condition of Brad made Nancy the fearful domme in the college.
"Now," Nancy instructed, "gauge the pain intensity out of ten. The more accessible you are to my regal feet right now, the higher your score. Off we go!"
Nancy prodded her boot towards his buttocks, inviting him eagerly. Brad burst with energy as he hurried towards Maddie's foot. Both girls joked as he fervently adored her right foot with kisses.
"Aww, poor slave," Maddie murmured. "Here's a little treat from me..."
And his princess pulled down her dress a little, revealing the black strap of her bra near the fabric. He drooled at the sight of her flawless skin, the unattainable reward for him.
"Let's proceed," Nancy decreed, lining up multiple pairs of shoes for him. This time, Nancy put on a pair of blue heels with a resounding click. Brad attempted to scream for forgiveness, but a mewling groan was the only sound to come out. Maddie led him to eventually align him, and then Nancy forcefully drove her stair-heels into his ball sack.
Brad howled in agony, his desperate attempts to break free futile. Once again at the mercy of the belligerent bellwether, he crawled towards Maddie, drenched in tears at the end of the round, enveloping her feet in his entire being, rating the pain as ferociously as possible.
"Aww, is it really hurting, foot slave?" Maddie questioningly asked.
Brad nodded tearfully.
"I even sort of feel sorry for you," she chuckled. "Do you think we should be more forgiving?"
He nodded quickly.
"Hmm, I have a plan," Maddie said.
Bending her legs in a fancy gesture, she obtained a spare shoe with her agile toes and placed it in front of Brad. He gazed up at her enchanting eyes, her quirky smile, the black Santa hat distracting her black tresses, and her exquisite feet taunting him...
Brad desperately sought to lay himself at her feet and worship her gorgeous physique, pleading for mercy, yet he couldn't. He was restrained due to his lack of ability to phrase himself and his awareness of Maddie's temper.
"Here's a compromise," she said. "I will let you opt out at five kicks instead of ten. If you choose to submit, you'll kiss my left foot once. If you decide to take the full force, you'll kiss my right foot."
She stomped her heels fiercely on the floor.
"However, if you forfeit, you'll have to compensate me monetarily," Maddie threatened.
"Ooh!" Nancy clapped in excitement. "He's going to be destitute by the end of this game!"
The two girls snickered and patted each other's backs.
"I'll give him a chance," Maddie proclaimed. "You, slave, do you accept?"
"Wow, girls are on top, huh?" Nancy playfully teased, pressing her kids' heels against the man's groin again with a desperate craving in her eyes. "Ready to serve me, slave?"
Two more hours passed, and Brad continued to crumble under the heel-wearing virgins, biting his tongue and trying to hold on with every kick delivered on his package. He didn't know how he would pay for all of the shoes the sisters wanted. But the stronger the kicks became, the more eager the man became to kiss Maddie's sweet left foot.
However, his princess made sure to toy with him, playfully dancing away, and Brad could do little but chase her loved feet with all his might, praying to catch them before Nancy shattered his balls again.
Finally, the time ran out, and Brad collapsed, no longer able to stand. He had bought every single shoe for the sisters' pleasures. He had no energy left and simply extended his credit card; Nancy took hold of it and hastened to the checkout.
While his tormentor was occupied by her winnings, Maddie released him from the handcuffs and took off the stockings she'd been considering.
"Now what?" she added with a grin. "Don't you think you should thank me for coming up with the plan? The torture would have been worse without me!"
"Thank you very much, princess," he panted.
"And if you're feeling generous," she continued, putting a hand upon her hip. "I'll try to convince Nancy to allow you to come..."
"Oh..."
"Will it make you happy?"
Brad's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't seen her express joy toward him in a long time. And suddenly, the thought crossed his mind that this charm was worth any amount of pain.
"Thank you for thinking of me, princess," he gushed.
"You have been a good foot slave today," the lady purred, patting his cheek lightly.
Nancy re-entered, holding two large shopping bags brimming with shoes puchased on Brad's card, which clattered beside him.
"And those moves were so enjoyable," she said, bouncing up and down with joy. "Though it's a bummer he fainted before he finished, and he's now laying prone on the ground. It's a huge conundrum! How long before he's okay to be punished again?"
Maddie grinned. "He'll be ready whenever you need more shoes!"
"Oh, I want more soon!" Nancy cheered.
Brad whimpered helplessly on the ground.
"Did he say something?" Nancy frowned.
Maddie shook her head. "I'll need to ask him if his small tool should be allowed to climax today."
She turned back to the man, who awaited a verdict. He was shocked by her answer, but when she sauntered over and met his longing gaze, she said, "Granted. That was one good service you gave us today."
Nancy skipped in delight, hugging the bags full of new kicks. "We can play this game any time we want!"
"When can we do this again?" Maddie giggled.
"Only when I need more shoes!" Nancy confirmed.
Despite lingering agony, Brad beamed. It was the first time his mistress had proclaimed how proud she was of him. This charade was completely worth it.
Nancy sauntered over to her prey, intending to demand a cumshot, when she paused, thinking it over.
"I may allow you to come," she said on a slow sigh, her face twisting as she looked down on him. "But there are a few terms...,"
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