Mistress Cecilia sat beside me on the couch and watched my face for an agonizingly long moment. Instinctively, I knew better than to look away from the dark eyes that searched my face for signs of resistance. I could already feel the tingling in my groin that guaranteed my cooperation with whatever Mistress Cecilia had in mind. Without breaking her gaze she pointed at her feet and snapped her fingers.
I stared at the bare brown feet with glossy black nail polish. I had thought about those same feet before. Had thought about what it would be like to kiss them, and thought about what it would mean if I did.
I would be subservient to her. At least, in my mind that's what it would mean and I was pretty sure I'd be confirming my status with her too. But she already knew I was a sub. That's why she was confident I would obey. She expected me to obey. That's what submissives do. The thought of being taken for granted by her was making me very hard.
She waited. We both knew what my obedience would signify. I would be consenting to her dominance and putting myself in service to her. And she had a witness. My wife Elena sat beside her, waiting to see what I would choose.
Permission to goad me into making a commitment had obviously already been granted. I imagine Elena was intrigued with what my response would be.
I focused on the challenge before me and banished any thoughts about the consequences of what I was about to do. I did not dare take my eyes off her feet.
But there was not much time to consider the implications of my situation. The decision was mine, one of the few I had left; pass or serve.
After an intense minute of having my lust banish everything else from my mind, my spine turned to jelly and I slid off the couch onto the floor beside Mistress Cecilia. I crouched on my hands and knees, with my elbows bent, my face inches away from her bare feet and kissed both of them carefully, lingering over each one.
"Lick."
Just one word. It was a deal sealer, not just a command. On my elbows and knees now, with my butt in the air and my cheek pressed against her skin, I licked her feet. I'm sure the act branded me as a submissive, in my psyche and in theirs. I kept licking until I covered every inch of skin then I started over. I put her brown toes in my mouth and sucked them. She let me suck for a while.
"Enough. Stand up and take your clothes off. You will obviously be your sub-self from here on. Subs don't wear clothes." I took note for future reference: be naked and subservient when Mistress Cecilia is present.
Elena and Mistress Cecilia watched me strip with amused critical interest. "Slower. We want to see what you're hiding between your legs. We want to watch you become what you are so desperate to be." Mistress Cecilia smiled.
Elena smiled at me too, with the same amused expression. "You stepped over the line today and I'm afraid there's no going back. She knew you would. She bet me days ago that if she offered you the slightest encouragement you would bite."
Mistress Cecilia was right. I pulled off my T-shirt and unzipped my pants. I had wanted to expose myself to her ever since Elena had told me she was in the business of training subs. I kicked off my sandals and took off my pants.
But I'm an aspiring sub. We're encouraged to be submissive and often punished for initiating. So I hadn't said anything to Elena about my erotic Mistress Cecilia fantasy.
I pulled down my briefs and stepped out of them. That meant Elena had conspired with Mistress Cecilia without any input from me, solely because her curiosity had made her horny. That understanding made my cock ache. I stood passively in front of Elena and Mistress Cecilia, naked, erect and ready to submit to whatever would satisfy Elena's curiosity.
"He looks good naked. You should keep him like this all the time." She snapped her fingers and pointed at her feet again. "Do it again naked." I swallowed hard and sank to the floor on all fours, glancing up I met her gaze, then looked down quickly.
"Never do that again sub. You are not allowed to look directly at your superior unless directed. Meeting my gaze without my permission is a direct challenge to my authority. Do you want to challenge me, sub?"
"No Mistress. I apologize Mistress. I was looking for clarification." I hoped she understood. Unfortunately she understood more than I did.
"You were being insubordinate. The why is irrelevant. Don't do it again, sub. Repeat what you were instructed to do."
