The Lyon's Den Pt. 05
I woke up to the sensation of falling. Ms. Lyon had undone the straps on my wrists and I collapsed to the ground in a heap. The sound of her heels clicking on the white marble floor was magical. Looking up I caught her gaze, she seemed extremely pleased that she had caused me to actually lose consciousness. Without a word she walked me out of her "dungeon" and handed me my clothing.
"We're leaving tomorrow morning at 5 a.m., be here by 4. Her voice had switched back to that cold professional mode.
"What do you mean?" I asked adding a "ma'am" at the end to hopefully avoid a punishment.
"The meeting Catherine and I had earlier today went well, and now they want me to meet with them in person. Also I'll just have my staff finish the laundry and pack our bags."
I was going to ask questions but Ms Lyon had already led me to the car service waiting in the crisp night air.
"He'll be at your apartment at 3:30 tomorrow morning. Don't keep him waiting," was the last thing she said as she closed the door behind me.
The drive home was short and uneventful. Luckily the driver made no attempt at small talk. It wasn't until I got into my place that I realized two things. One I was starving, and two I was fucking sore! I whipped up a sandwich and scarfed it down while filling my bathtub. Sinking my sore body into the hot water made me wince. I honestly couldn't decide what hurt the most. My cock, my limbs, or my poor ass. It had to be my ass. She had used me more in an afternoon than I would have ever thought possible. I got out of the tub and started to pack my backpack.
I realized that I had no idea how long this trip was going to be. I packed as much as I could fit into my bag. I looked at the clock for the first time and realized that it was almost midnight.
"Ugh tomorrow is going to suck!" I thought, but then I remembered the conversation with Ms. Lyon. I made a voluntary commitment to a completely new life! The last thing I was going to do was complain about this incredible opportunity. My eyes closed and almost just as quickly my 3:25 alarm was blaring.
As soon as I saw Ms. Lyon's estate I could feel my cock harden. Not the easiest thing to conceal in my sweat pants. The front door was open and a professional looking man was loading bags into the back of a limo. Ms. Lyon was standing near her front door in a blue dress. She saw me and smiled.
"Did you bring your uniforms?" She asked with a smirk.
"Yes ma'am."
"Did you bring your panties?" She asked, loud enough for the man to overhear.
"Uhhh ya, uh yes ma'am." I stammered feeling my cheeks blushing.
"Let me see."
I handed her my bag, frozen with embarrassment and surprise. She looked through it and then looked back at me with a smile.
"Good boy!" She said happily. "But you won't need any of this." As she said that she tossed the backpack through her front door.
"But I need..." Her finger touched my lips as she hushed me.
"You NEED to listen to me; I will take care of you." She said in a soft voice.
"Yes ma'am" I said pushing down any trepidation, or at least trying to hide it.
The limo was packed and the man was holding the door open for Ms. Lyon. I waited for her to go but she motioned for me to go first. Climbing in I noticed her staring at me with that cruel smile. That smile made me now fully erect. She slid into the seat across from me, and soon the car pulled out of the driveway.
"This presentation is the culmination of the last year's worth of work. You are here to ensure that I am able to decompress. Think of yourself as my masseuse, punching bag, stress ball, and fidget spinner for the next few days."
"Yes ma'am" I said. There was a sense of quiet pride that I felt deep in my heart. She could say whatever she wants; the truth of the matter is that she has important things going on and I'm the one she wants next to her!
"That being said," her hands effortlessly pulled my erect cock out of my sweats, "this will absolutely not work." With a sudden flurry she slapped my cock and balls until I got soft. Soft enough to lock into my cage again.
"That's much better, now put this is in." She handed me a silicone butt plug. I looked at it and then back at her. "I uh, what about lube?"
The look she gave me rattled me enough that I instantly avoided her gaze. She reached over and grabbed the plug from my hand, and without a word began shoving it into my mouth. The plug wasn't very long, but Ms. Lyon shoved it into my throat until I gagged. She kept it there, my eyes watering and my body convulsing. Finally she pulled it out and I gasped for air.
"Now put this in, I was kind enough to lube it for you." She growled this at me with a look in her eye that made me instantly start to pull down my sweats.
"Here little slut, kneel down between the seats. It'll give you a better position." Her tone now more kind, but still tinged with darkness. My ass burned with the lack of lube. I had it about half way in when she suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled me in between her thighs. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. I instinctively began licking and sucking on her clit. She pushed me away and slapped me hard in the face. Returning my head to her pussy, she began speaking."Don't do anything, I just want you to smell me, while you plug your slutty hole." With that she shoved my face into her. I pushed on the plug and with a slight moan got it closer. As I moaned she pulled my face in and began grinding herself against my face. Her juices were covering my face. I was now so horny that I forced the plug into position.
"Good slut! Do you want to eat my pussy?"
"Yes ma'am, please!" I begged. I truly wanted nothing more in this moment then to get to taste her. She giggled slightly then shoved my face into her. She came very quickly. She pushed my head away from her pussy for a few seconds and then shoved me right back between her legs. She used me to cum four times in a row. Without a word she pushed me back into my seat, and put her feet on my lap.
"I'm going to relax, I need you to rub my feet."
I reached out to take off her heels, but I caught a glimpse of Ms Lyon side eyeing me. I stopped and asked for permission.
"Good slut! Yes, you may begin."
As I began rubbing her feet, she pulled her laptop and headphones out and began working. She was enveloped by her work, and showed no outward acknowledgment towards my existence. Her lack of attention made me so horny. I now felt a previously unknown attraction to her feet. I was now receiving sexual gratification from any pleasure that I may have been giving her. This pleasure of course was not evident for me to see. I suddenly had the irresistible urge to put her feet to my mouth. I gently brushed my lips across her toes. She didn't respond. I then kissed ever so slightly on her big toe. No response again. I went in to do it again, when suddenly her foot shoved into my mouth. I looked at Ms. Lyon, a sadistic smile had crawled across her lips. Her foot plunged ever deeper into my mouth. I gagged hard and tried to push it back but she was too strong. I gagged a second time. She removed her headphones and stared directly into my eyes.
"Look at my little fucking slut, did you discover something new about yourself?"
I gagged a third time, tears pouring from my eyes.
"Does someone have a foot fetish?"
I was on the verge of vomiting, gagging for the fourth time. She mercifully pulled her foot back. I gasped for air.
"I'm excited for us to learn new things about you. I'm absolutely delighted!! Of course, I'm going to have to fucking destroy you for being so naughty! To start, you are going to be my foot rest for the last forty minutes of our trip."
"Yes ma'am, I said while crawling into position. "Sorry ma'am!
"No you're not, not yet anyway," she said with a bored tone, while putting in her headphones.
I was on my knees and elbows with my goddess's feet resting on my back. Every now and then one of her feet would lazily flick at my caged cock, or push at the plug in me. Each time would short circuit my brain, leaving me stunned. From my position on the ground I couldn't see her face, but I imagined that slight smile. Twenty minutes went by like this until she finally spoke.
"Ok slut, you've been a decent footrest. Now roll onto your back."
I obeyed in an instant.
"Now eat my ass!"
I tried to say yes ma'am, when her ass slammed onto my face. My tongue quickly found her hole and I began to lick and probe. Breathing was next to impossible, but I was enthralled. I could tell that she had started playing with her pussy. Her hips were grinding on my face; during the up thrust I could get a quick, shallow breath. I fell into rhythm and continued eating Ms. Lyon's ass. Her fingers curled into my hair as she began to come. Her juices were still flowing down my face as she slid back into her seat, and adjusted her dress.
"Well my little slut, it looks like we made it to the hotel. Get up and don't you dare wipe me off of your face!"
In the car, my erection was a constant struggle to conceal in my sweatpants. Ms. Lyon's gesture of tossing my backpack into her house was a reminder of my submission. Upon her request, I handed over my bag, feeling a mix of embarrassment and submission. In the hotel room, Ms. Lyon introduced a new element to our sessions, commanding me to eat her feet without any objection. This new form of submission was both humiliating and arousing, a testament to the depths of my chastity and obedience under her femdom control. In our BDSM adventures, I found myself willingly participating in anal play and facingitting scenes, pushing the boundaries of my submission and experiencing humiliation as a part of my submission to Ms. Lyon.