The rest of the day with Lara was uneventful. She spent most of her time watching shows on Netflix while Cal was forced to spend his time worshipping her feet and acting as a footstool. She occasionally teased and tickled him to let him know he was her toy to play with but mostly she was too absorbed in the show to care about him. Later in the evening she finally released him and let him work for a while as he still needed to keep himself updated on current affairs and make decisions regarding his stock portfolio. She did however wrap his mother's belt around his neck like a collar and tied it to his chair like a leash. Just another small way to remind him of who was really in charge.
"That better be around your neck when I come back to check up on you. It will do you some good to have a constant reminder of your submissive status in this house."
Cal wanted to retort but had learned his lesson the hard way and knew to keep his mouth shut unless he irritated Lara and she forced it shut for him.
He spent a good two hours catching up on his pending work before Lara came back in to call him for dinner.
Lara had been in a good mood due to Cal's submissiveness and willingness to please her and had decided to reward him by reducing his workload for the day. She ordered pizza and chicken wings for dinner which was Cal's favorite and even let him eat with her at the same table without forcing some humiliating slave activity on him.
'I half expected her to force me to my knees and service her feet or pussy. Maybe even force me to eat off a plate without using my hands, like a dog. Maybe I am becoming even more depraved than her considering the kind of thoughts I'm having.'
The dinner was actually pretty normal. They spent the time enjoying the food and talking about TV shows and movies until his mom returned home.
Cal started to get up but Lara signaled him to sit down and continue eating while she went over to open the door when the doorbell rang.
Jenna walked into the dining room and put her hands on her hips in mock dismay.
"What's this? I wondered why my cute little slave wasn't there to greet me at the door?"
"Well, I'm giving him a little break since he's been good all day. But that's only until dinner. He's going back to being a slave right after."
"Good, I thought you guys had patched things up and that it was all over, and just when I was getting into the groove. Glad to know."
"Oh, he's not getting off that easily. You should wash up and eat. I'll put him back in his place by the time you are done with dinner." Jenna's eyes gleamed with excitement at Lara's statement. She clapped her hands together, clearly thrilled at the prospect of resuming their dynamic.
Cal silently ate his dinner letting the two women plan the rest of the week for him. He had another 4 more days to go before being completely free.
"Did you clean up and get your sister's room ready?"
"Yes, I did... Ma'am."
He added it hurriedly just in case. Better safe than sorry.
He had mixed feelings about Hanna coming back and staying for a few days while he was forced to be the slave of the house. Would that mean he had to serve her as well?
They hadn't been particularly close lately. While they weren't exactly at odds, the distance between them had widened, especially since she moved out and seldom returned. He wasn't the type to initiate random phone calls for a chat either. Both were confident individuals, yet they tended to be introverted when it came to relationships.
'What is her reaction going to be? Is she going to torment me or just ignore it after a while?'
Cal had a hard time pinning down his sister's personality and behavior even though he had known her for most of his life. She was pretty stoic and distant from him.
Lara ordered him to collect the plates and wash up in general before presenting himself to her in the hallway.
After about an hour of chores, he found Lara on the sofa, absorbed in her phone, while their mother appeared to be occupied in her room.
He went and kneeled down at Lara's feet. By now this had come pretty naturally to him and Lara also seemed to take it for granted.
"Hand behind your back and keep your mouth open."
She pulled some clothesline out of a bag and tied his wrists behind his back before stuffing a thick wadded-up white handkerchief in his mouth and taped it shut with some microfoam tape. She used the black scarf to blindfold him again.
"I thought we could wrap up the day with some quality bonding time. Why don't you sniff my feet while we wait? I believe Hanna will be here soon, and it's better for me to stay rather than leave the explaining to your mother."
Cal rubbed his face into her socks and took a few sniffs before having both her feet forced onto his face roughly, making sure every breath he took was through them. Lara seemed to enjoy using him as her personal footstool and forcing him to breathe through her sweaty socks.
He remained in that state for a while, finding it difficult to gauge the passage of time; it felt like an eternity spent in a trance waiting for something external to jolt him back into reality. Fortunately--or in this particular case, unfortunately--Cal heard the doorbell ring, breaking him out of his daze, and signaling Hanna's arrival. Lara pushed his face back and away from her socked feet and untied the scarf tied around his eyes.
"That must be her. Go get it slave, and be respectful. Every woman who enters this house is your mistress and you are duty bound to be respectful of them and serve them. At least for the next few days."
Cal was mortified about having to face his sister after a year or so in his current state. For some reason facing his sister seemed ten times harder than Lara or his mother. While he was considering his options on how to face his sister, Lara reached for his cheeks and forced him to look up at her.
