Chapter 5: One Day at a Time
2 Years Ago
There's something about having a compliant slave boy suck your toes that feels strangely empowering. Christina was especially surprised in this specific instance, though, watching Ben suck them with reckless abandon. It usually took subs a session or two to get to this point but Ben took it like a champ. She smiled as she enjoyed the control over him.
"Stop."
He immediately pulled back and returned to a kneeling position, hands behind his back. Another surprise. This was one eager sub. "You want to cum, don't you? Tell me."
He looked down a bit, beginning to stammer. His rock hard cock was answer enough but getting him to admit it, to say he wanted it, was both better at breaking a sub and so, soooo much sweeter to hear.
"I...I want to cum, Master..." Came the soft but earnest reply.
She could see the shame and arousal on his face clear as day. She laughed, deliberately ramping up the mockery in her laughter. "Oh, that's pathetic. You got hard and want to cum from sucking my toes? What a filthy degenerate you are. Look at this hot shot lawyer, sucking my toes and begging to cum like a slutty degenerate."
The verbal degradation also helped break down subs and, more importantly, she loved putting mewling slaves in their place. From Ben's reaction, the shame and arousal was only amped up. So, he likes humiliation? She made a note of that for the future.
She gracefully stuck her foot out, right beneath his throbbing and leaking member. "Touch yourself, you disgusting pervert, but don't you dare cum before I let you. And you will look at me while you do so, Slave." She put on her expression of disgust as he looked up at her, his face red with shame.
He started stroking himself, fast and needy. It didn't take long before he was very obviously close to cumming. She let him linger on the edge, obviously desperate for it, before saying the magic words.
"Cum, Slave."
He shuddered and moaned as he came, his cum shooting on her foot. He bent over and supported himself with one hand as he panted. Now came the real test. It's easy to be a good boy when you're horny and want to cum, but a lot of subs she'd come across lost their appetite after getting their orgasm.
She lifted her foot, covered in his cum. "Look what you did, slave. Clean my foot up, you filthy degenerate."
Part of her expected him to balk but instead, he reached up and began lapping up his cum while also gently squeezing her soles. Her surprise flashed on her face for just a second before she regained composure. Zero hesitation, full commitment, and extra service? He didn't even try to use his hand, he went straight in with his mouth. Damn, he really was born to be a slave.
"Stop."
Ben stopped and pulled back into position, kneeling with arms behind him. She leaned forward, cupping his chin. He still looked lost in subspace, his eyes glazed over. She put on a pensive expression, letting him stew for a bit.
"You were....acceptable. For now." She stroked his chin and took in his look. "I'll let you come back some time. But first, come here." She gently led him to his feet and to a nearby recliner for aftercare. She laid back with him, cuddling him as she cooed in his ear. "You did good, I'm so proud of you...."
Ben slowly walked down the drive away from Christina's house. His body still stung from the spanking, his face still burned with shame at what he just did but he felt...light. He felt clear. Honestly, he was having trouble thinking of a time he felt less...unburdened. He stopped for a second, taking in the view of the estate. Through the soreness and the humiliation he felt good in a way he didn't even know how to begin to describe. If there was any doubt in his mind, it was gone. He was definitely going to come back.
Christina felt the water wash over her, warm and comforting. It had been a good session, a really good session in fact. Judging by the way Ben reacted, it was just as good for him. She imagined he would be back, and soon.
Something else gnawed at her, though. Ever since her case, she had been thinking of him. She thought it was being dependent on him, that breaking him down and making him submit would make it go away. But it remained. It lingered, unbidden.
Whatever it was, she would get to the bottom of it. She would figure out what this feeling was, one way or another.
A Time For Firsts
Ben slowly opened his eyes before quickly squinting. It had been a while since he'd woken up to sunlight in his face. He turned to face away from the sun, grunting as he did so. Beside him, Christina...Sarah, stirred beside him. He was still getting used to using her real name. That alone made it all feel much more...real.
She opened her eyes slowly, yawning as she did. A big smile came on her face as she saw him looking at her. "Well, hello there, Mr Danforth." They both chuckled and leaned over to kiss each other. She gently held his face as he stroked her hand.
"Sleep well, Ms..." He paused, unsure if she was ok with her full name yet. It took a second, as groggy as she was, to register his pause.
"You can say it, Ben. It would be a bit odd if I had a problem with that." She nodded softly, but also smiled wider. "But I do appreciate the consideration, thank you."
He smiled back and blushed, even now compliments still got him. "You know me, I live to serve...Ms Klein." Her face seemed to brighten up as she gazed into his eyes. After a few seconds, she leaned forward and passionately kissed him deeply, holding the kiss for a good long while.
When she finally leaned back, both of them were more than wide awake. She laughed a little as she stroked his cheek. "Damn, now I'm horny, Ben." Her face went from soft and gentle to mischievous. "I wonder what I could do about that, hmmmm?" Her voice was playful as her hands began to roam over his body.
She pushed him away gently as she pulled herself higher on her bed. "I'll be honest, Ben, I've never done what I'm about to do." She spread her legs as she playfully looked at him. "But I have heard such good things and, to be honest, I want to experience this for myself." She looped a finger around his collar d-ring and pulled him down to her pussy. "You're going to eat me out, Ben."
He beamed when she said that. He'd dreamed of this for quite literally years and now here she was, making his dreams come true. Without hesitation, he slowly lowered his face to her pussy lips, keeping his eyes on hers.
His tongue parted her lifts gently and he started a slow but firm rhythm, steady and consistent. Her face became flushed as she began to moan and quicken her breathing. "Y...yes, oh my god, yes...." He moaned, seeing her pleasure, which made her moan louder. It was the best kind of feedback loop. Then, he found what he had been looking for.
The small nub right around the top of her lips. Even with just his tongue he knew what it was right away. Her clit. He gently stroked it with his tongue, feeling her out, her tolerances.
Her eyes almost bulged as she reached out to grab his head. "Oh my god oh my god right there right there yeeeeeees." Internally smiling, he gave it one more lick before lightly sucking on it. Even he was surprised by how strong the response was.
She cried out, no longer able to form words, threw her head back, grabbed the pillow behind her with one hand, pushed his head deeper with the other and screamed, a primal scream of want and need. He kept it up, sucking and licking, going from clit to lip, slowly but steadily increasing pressure and speed. She tensed up with her thighs, locking his head in place. He could tell there was nothing but the need, the burning desire in her pussy, the one he had created. That feeling was almost better than cumming himself, he felt euphoric how much one flick of his tongue sent her into this space.
They could both feel how close she was, but only he had any coherent thoughts left. She curved her back like a creature possessed, right at the edge, waiting, begging for it to come. He was more than happy to oblige, sucking on her clit while using the tip of his tongue to circle that special spot. It was enough.
Her scream was different now, still primal but more like a scream of release. It was louder, sure, but the tenor felt better. Her whole body shuddered and tensed like she'd received an electric shock. But what happened down at her pussy was just as interesting.
She squirted, right in his face. If she had been coherent she would have noted that she almost never squirts and yet, here she was. It was a relatively impressive flow, too.
For his part, this was the sugar on the cream. He loved it, trying to swallow as much as he could before burying his face in her crotch to breathe it in. It tasted sweet and musky, it smelled of her and it was an inescapable show of her pleasure. Besides, the hopeless sub in him relished in the humiliation and service.
She was lost in her head, floating on a cloud of pleasure. She had heard it described in various ways, some swore by this, others said it was overrated. If Ben could do this to her every time, she never wanted him anywhere but buried in her pussy. Her whole body felt relaxed in ways she was unused too. She felt a sheen of sweat all over her body from the exertion, wondering how she looked.
"You look beautiful, Sarah..." came the voice from near her pussy.
She looked down to see him resting his head on her thigh. He looked how she felt, smiling, that soft, happy smile of his that radiated joy at the sight of her. He was beautiful too, his hair tousled, his energy happy, his face weirdly wet for some reason she could not fathom. "You're beautiful too, Ben..." her curiosity got the better of her. "...but why are you wet?" Come to think of it, her thigh felt wet too.
He chuckled and licked his lips. "You squirted, love."
She raised her eyebrows at that. "I did? No way." Her tone was disbelieving.
