Not Only His

The path through the woods towards the beach was wide and smooth. It shouldn't have been a problem even during daytime, much less in the middle of the night, in fact, Thomas should have been happy to walk without risk to stumble and trip. This time, however, it was a disadvantage. Even when most of the people were asleep, someone still might have had a nice stroll in mind.

Thomas didn't know what exactly was about to happen. Lexi, his choirmate, had told him to keep everything a secret. Even gave him a simple backstory that he had to take care of a few 'urgent' issues back in the city. He had left the local community centre, which was on occasions used for their gatherings, hours ago, had spent some time in the surrounding woods and had even had a quick snooze in his car.

Although Lexi was about to get married soon, he couldn't stop thinking of her. Not as if he'd been in love. No, it was different, he craved another kind of attention. He knew the world of femdom was not unknown to her and she knew that he was on the submissive side.

Therefore, he didn't want anyone else to be there, he wished he could spend time with her alone. In whichever everyday situation he took her secretly as his domina, sometimes even as a goddess. He was happy when she asked him something to do, sometimes he was glad even just being in her presence. Was it because he worshipped her in a disturbing and unhealthy manner? As he saw it, it was just closest to a dom-sub relationship, which he longed for. Now that they were about to meet in the middle of the night out of everyone else's company, there just had to be something special to expect.

There had been a row of events that had led him to reveal his submissive side. After that, Lexi had once or twice used a few stricter words when talking to him. Nothing too colourful, only in a line of 'getting the crop, if…' or alike. While he had always enjoyed it, he had also been very cautious to bring up the subject himself.

Only once had Thomas actually served her. They had been first to arrive at the said community centre during a muddier time of the year and he had jokingly mentioned that her boots, beautiful black boots reaching up to her knees, had dirt on them. He had expected to just make a petty comment, a subtle remark hinting towards his interests, to delicately express himself in the territory he constantly felt alone in, but it had turned out elsewise.

'Then you can clean them,' had been a friendly and teasing answer. While he had looked for a witty response, she had been much stricter, saying that she hadn't been joking.

He usually wore leather footwear along with a leather belt, therefore sometimes had a tube of polish and a brush with him; of course, if it wasn't too impractical to carry. Not that it would have been a problem if he hadn't had those, any piece of cloth could have done the job.

She had been standing there, not even taken her footwear off when Thomas had gone all over her boots. He had brushed, avoiding touching them with hands. It had been much different from usual shoe care. Not holding a piece of footwear in his own hand nor wearing it himself was a new kind of experience. Cleaning those seemingly firmly planted items, yet knowing that the wearer can feel every stroke through the material and is hovering above him, had been amazing. When it had been time to take care of the backsides, he had supported him with a free hand… it had been a contactless hugging of her legs.

It had happened long ago, months had passed, another boot-season wasn't too far away.

The beach seemed way larger in the nighttime and the sound of the waves more prominent. Apart from those only a gentle breeze could be heard. The temperature had fallen, but not too much. Gusts of wind brushing him were even enjoyable.

It was a bit past the appointed time. He had actually been there at least half an hour before, but with this kind of scenery around him, there was no reason to track time.

A silhouette appeared. It had to be Lexi, Thomas hoped it was Lexi. The height, the movements, everything hinted he hadn't been wrong. Something moved in his trousers when he watched her approaching.

He stood and waited until she got closer. While walking, she kept her eyes on him. It was already time to say hello, but he didn't want to. Her approach expressed that she might not reply and he preferred to face the consequences rather than to look overeager for her attention and to be ignored.

Not far away, maybe about twice of arm's reach she stepped out of her shoes and continued barefoot. Going past Thomas she told him to follow, but when he moved, she looked over her shoulder and ordered him to take her footwear with him. She kept going and after picking up her shoes he had to sprint to catch up.

For a while Lexi led them along the shoreline, in silence. Even the wind and the waves seemed to be more hushed than maybe just ten minutes ago.

Thomas gladly took his position on her side, but half an arm's length behind. So he could avoid peeking at her boobs constantly; she was a bit shorter than he was and those full breasts were in the line of sight all the time. Yet, this idea was so stupid that he couldn't even convince himself, he didn't believe it even for a second. Instead, he had to admit that it felt weird to walk side by side with her. Partly because of how much power she had over him, but he also felt that keeping himself right next to her, being sort of ignored already, would seem like a desperate attempt to have attention.

He watched her feet pacing on the sand instead. At this hour most of the colours were the same, but he still remembered what he had seen during daytime – modest brownish purple nail polish, matching her fingers. She seemed to move almost effortlessly and so softly. Lucky sand, being trampled on… If only he could feel those feet stepping on him. Even if only onto his own flat of the foot or hand. Soft cool skin against his…

Now and then Thomas wished to ask about her exact plans, but didn't dare to. It wasn't that important anyway, he was sure he'd find it out in a matter of minutes, maybe in a quarter of an hour.

He wasn't wrong, Lexi broke the silence. She pointed out that he had not opposed her when she had suggested this meetup, not even asked the reason or what she had in mind. She also told how feeble he had looked when she had walked towards him earlier. The closer she had reached, the weaker he had become. Now he had to do everything he was told to. She delivered her message just like that, straightforwardly.

He was given a chance to desist, but he thought he had to be crazy not to grasp the opportunity.

'Then take off your clothes!'

He slowly took off his footwear, the whole time wanting to say something.

'If anyone…'

'Nobody is coming here,' Lexi calmed him.

He unbuttoned his shirt and had to ask nervously: 'Are you sure?'

'Do you want to argue with me?'

At the same time he did and did not want to. He loved how Lexi's tone had become stricter. On the other hand, he wasn't willing to risk screwing everything up. The worst punishment could have been… the end of the game for the night.

He shook his head and leaving the unbuttoned shirt on, he began to undo the trousers. The idea was to unfasten everything and then remove the pieces all at one go. Not that it would have changed much in the long run, this single minute was only a mere moment compared to the whole length of time he likely was to spend naked.

Maybe Lexi saw his plan through, maybe she just wanted it to be done elsewise, but she stopped him. At first the shirt. He stood straight for a while and let the wind caress his skin. Not only the wind, Lexi's eyes as well. Only then it was time to lose trousers. He stood straight for another while and let once again her eyes roam over him. Oh, this gust of wind was nice. Finally it was time to lose the rest.

Lowering the last piece with a hard-on wasn't any different, but standing up afterwards was; he could not hide his dick pointing straight towards her. After a brief hesitation he straightened himself up. There was no reason to be ashamed, for ages he had wished for something like this to happen. Yet ashamed he was, just a little bit. Not because he was naked, not because he was hard, but because he was happy to be like this in Lexi's presence.

The real dose of humiliation came when Lexi turned and resumed the journey along the beach. No, she didn't stop after a few steps, nor did she after a few others.

Thomas grabbed his clothes and after a few steps he remembered to take her shoes as well. Maybe the worst part wasn't rushing naked to catch her, carrying the pile of clothes, but this additional awkward sprint back for her footwear.

Right after meeting her he hadn't been aware that they were going to take a longer walk and he was supposed to carry Lexi's shoes, now he had just accidentally forgotten those.

Once again they were heading somewhere along the waterline, except that he had more to carry and nothing to wear. At least the farther they went, the smaller was the already slim possibility that someone else might accidentally stumble upon them while enjoying the beautiful night. He felt himself more and more like nothing bad could happen as long as he was trailing her. When Lexi stopped and turned towards him, he almost jumped.

She pointed where he should put down his clothes. Her own shoes had to be placed on top to keep the sand out of them.

He stood straight in front of her, waiting. Once again, his domina was in no hurry, eyeing him deliberately unrushed. Thomas could see it. Maybe it was a 'textbook move', but maybe she had indeed noticed how he always had to lean against something in her presence, whether a tabletop or a wall, sometimes a door casing, occasionally had to take something in his hands so that those wouldn't hang loosely by his side. Whichever her intention was, standing like that in front of her wasn't as difficult as he had expected. Maybe it was because of a bit different mindset at the moment.

How many times had he dreamt of being unclothed in her presence…

His dick became fully hard, pointing straight towards Lexi. She saw it, but didn't do or say anything. When nothing happened, it softened a bit as if in shame, only to stiffen a few moments later.

She made her way behind him and back, maybe staying out of his sight a few moments longer than expected beforehand. After returning from her little exploration she resumed her previous spot, stating: 'I want to watch you masturbating. And finishing.'

Thomas wrapped his fingers around his dick. Of course he couldn't argue, he didn't want to. Yet when it came to his member, he really craved her touch. It seemed to be even a small setback from his situation only seconds ago. A cool air caressing his private parts under her eyes had felt much more intimate.

Lexi took a step farther back from him. An actual step. The distance wasn't so great, but enough for him to feel even more alone. He had started pleasuring himself under her close supervision, now he seemed to be just jerking off over the sight of her.

His domina noticed his pace gradually slowing down and with a few stricter remarks brought him back on the track. It took so little to turn his mindset from 'having to be satisfied with nothing more than jerking' to 'the need to do as she says'. He was full of willingness to show how obedient and even mettlesome he was.

Thomas's breathing was irregular and his hand moved faster.

His cum dripped onto the sand. He tried to squeeze and shake everything out, it didn't feel right to stand in front of him, a drop of cum peeking out. And… it was better to have something to do, to postpone the end.

He couldn't do it endlessly, however. When there was nothing more left, he let it go and hands fell at his sides. There he was again, standing in front of her, except that he had just masturbated under her glance. His dick had got almost fully flaccid and the light breeze was drying him off.

Lexi smiled, eventually. 'Good boy!' Thomas absolutely loved her praise.

Before dressing he had to give her her shoes.

Kneeling gracefully to pick them up and put them down in front of her seemed to be a bit overdoing, but still might have been a better idea than what he actually did – bent down awkwardly, bum up high.

After giving him permission to get dressed, Lexi waited until Thomas had donned every piece of garment, then stepped into her shoes and left. Her final strict order for him was not to move until she was past the treeline. Only then was he allowed to leave and he knew that on her way she would check now and then.

She didn't backtrack the whole way. There were a few shortcuts in the woods and now she had an even shorter journey back than it had been at the first place. Thomas himself headed towards where they together had come from. It was the shortest way to his car in which he was to sleep anyway.

* * *

'Did you get everything done? You looked so weird when you left last evening.'

These were the concerns of others on the next morning when he had returned.

'Do you want more, even if Jack is around?'

This was the question Lexi asked him. Jack was her fiancé. She clarified that no, he wasn't about to dominate him. However, the answer had to come quickly. Three, two, one…

* * *

It wasn't the first time for Thomas to visit this house, but on the rare previous occasions he hadn't stood behind the front door with such a weird feeling inside him. Who would open the door, Lexi or her fiancé? It had to be Lexi, otherwise she wouldn't have given him the instructions to kneel, kiss her shoes and undress after entering.

It was indeed Lexi. She beckoned him in, moved away from the door in silence and remained at the imaginary border of the entranceway and living room.

Leaving this aside, it couldn't be said that there was something unusual. A light summer dress and simple flats – nothing gave away that there was something unusual to look forward to. Not a single piece of stereotypical clothing, not a single toy in her hand. If she hadn't chosen that specific spot to and there hadn't been a subtly stricter look on her face, Thomas would have thought he had understood the instructions wrong.

His way downwards wasn't as simple as one could imagine. Gravity did its part, but with shaky knees it wasn't too helpful at all. Yet it was nice to feel himself in her power, to be weak.

On his knees he didn't dare to look up. Shaking, he supported himself with his hands while moving backwards. He had got down too close to her and, obviously, she wasn't going to step back, so he had to make himself some room to get his lips against her shoes. His lower limbs were soft already, but he hadn't been as close to collapsing as when placing a kiss on the toes of both flats. Now his hands were also about to give up.

Thomas could only rise to his hands and knees when Lexi left. She left without a word, only contented hum reached his ears.

He was left alone to undress. In her place, without knowing whom he'd see next, Lexi or her fiancé, not even knowing how much time did he have before… Thomas was a bit uneasy, but at the same time he was in heaven. After all, he knew he could trust her, over the few years of their aquaintance he had seen it to be true on many occasions.

He freed himself from his clothes, right there on the floor. Surely, now he could stagger to his feet and make the process much easier, his limbs were not that weak, but no, he was on the floor and it did not feel right to do it any other way.

After having taken off the final piece of cover, his underwear, he folded the items quickly and definitely not very neatly – seemed like a waste of time, even though nothing else was happening. He took a little trip on his knees to the wall and, having left the clothes there, on all fours back. Now he was truly alone there, even his clothes out of his reach. On his knees, supporting himself with his hands on the floor, seemed to be the right position for waiting.

A bit of a delay didn't do any harm. He got used to the place, sort of. Jack had almost disappeared from his mind, he was anxiously looking for a moment when Lexi returns and sees him naked on the floor.

There were noises upstairs. Thomas couldn't be sure what exactly it was nor did he even hear a few slaps and swats, but at least something was going on there.

The staircase creaked and light steps could be heard. Lexi came down, alone, something leathery in her hand. Now it finally begins, he thought. His mistress stood behind him and fixed the collar she had brought with her. By the collar he was dragged almost across the room in front of a sofa, 'to his place' as Lexi said.

Before leaving she pushed lightly on his head with her fingers, a self-evident signal that he should keep his gaze down.

It had been a step forward, but he still hadn't any clue of what to expect.

After a short while Lexi returned with a short-handled brush and a dustpan: 'You cleaned my boots once and you seemed to like it too much, just as you seemed to like our time together on the beach; now it's time to go a step further and do something less enjoyable.'

Had he mentioned to her that he didn't think much of household chores in this kind of setting? Maybe, maybe not. It didn't matter at the moment. There he was – naked, on all fours, the implements for sweeping the floor awaiting. Lexi was awaiting as well and she ordered him to get started.

Under her gaze he crawled to pick those up. Did she want him to go over the whole floor? It was a lot with this kind of brush. Well, a lot for a quick playful task, this one seemed to be a thorough and serious undertaking. He just started from one corner and was indeed prepared to sweep the whole floor. If his dominatrix had other ideas, she would undoubtedly let him know.

It wasn't actually bad at all as long as she was there and kept an eye on his naked arse. At least he felt that his bum was under special attention. In a way it was more humiliating now than it had been on the beach, standing before her and wanking off.

Not long after, however, Lexi left upstairs. At an instant the task was a lot duller. Nobody was watching and the floor was actually pretty clean anyway, at least by everyday standards. Yet it wasn't as dull as he would have thought. It was a 'real thing', this particular event wasn't merely 'a session'. It was more a natural continuation for what had evolved over a long while. When he realised that they hadn't set a length for the occasion, it wasn't actually 'wasting time' and he almost enjoyed doing it.

The hardest part was to hear that a spanking was now underway upstairs. It was a clear reminder that he wasn't the only submissive. In fact, he seemed to have a tedious task to finish while her fiancé was having a good time – if it could be put that way. True, he shouldn't have been jealous as they were an actual couple and had probably practiced it for long. Although they didn't seem to be like that around the clock. Nothing had hinted towards it so far.

What was his own role in this? To serve without a reward? Well, the reward was serving Lexi, of course, but still…

Light steps were heard, Lexi was once again coming downstairs. All the thoughts which had been hopping around in his head just seconds ago gave way to other kinds of questions. Should he be quicker, maybe she had expected the whole floor to be swept for now, even though it wasn't realistic? Or did she expect him to work more thoroughly? Or maybe, maybe, she was coming to release him from his current task?

No, she came just to check on him and his progress. She gave no feedback about the floor, only examined it thoroughly. Lexi didn't seem to care, even less resent, that he was taking a break from his chore during the inspection.