He waited in the cool hotel room. As expected, he was completely naked save for a dog collar around his neck. His knees were spread as he knelt on the floor, hands behind his back, waiting patiently for his Mistress.
His cock was softening as he had been waiting for many minutes, but still twitched in anticipation of the pleasurable humiliation that he was soon going to suffer at his beloved Mistress' hands and feet. He well remembered their first meeting.
She had entered the room, a young demi-goddess, beautiful and breathtaking and disdainful as she had every right to be. He recalled how She had expressed disgust at his blatant shamefulness, making him denounce himself as a dirty cock-slut and naughty boy, all the while dancing for Her so that his cock jiggled like the offending member it was.
Although he had had no experience worshipping feet, that was what She had desired of Her pet and he had not hesitated in doing her bidding. From mindlessly kissing her boots, he had ended up truly planting devoted kisses on her beautiful feet, occasionally moaning with the sheer pleasure of pleasing his Mistress. His cock hardened with the thought of once more pleasing her in that way, and he licked his lips.
The door opened, interrupting his reverie, and his back straightened.
There she was, his Mistress.
Master to so many subs, he found once again his authority vanishing as though it never was, replaced only by the desire to be a good pet for his beloved Mistress.
She greeted him coolly, chuckling at his nakedness, making fun of his lowly station and patting him on his head in that condescending manner of Hers. He greeted Her then continued kneeling, awestruck by Her hold over him.
"Aren't you forgetting something, you dirty slut?" She airily asked, absently reaching down and slapping him across his face.
"Sorry Mistress!" He bowed his head in subservience and began inhaling the scent of her leather boots, kissing at them as if they were a lover's cheek.
"That's better, my pet." The warmth spread through his body, of knowing he was pleasing Her. His Mistress. His goddess.
There was a seat in the room but She chose to sit on him, as he cringed on the floor, kissing her shoes as a dog. She reached down and idly played with his balls and cock.
"You disgust me, slave," she murmured, drawing attention painfully to his hard cock, throbbing under her fingertips. "You're already hard. You think that impresses me?" He paused for a moment to apologise before continuing his ministrations.
He started when he felt Her fingers lightly caressing his bum, exposed to Her whims and fancies. His cock grew harder still as She caressed him. "Naughty, dirty boy," She said, discovering that his cock was still throbbing.
SMACK! He bucked slightly as Her palm swatted his bare bottom. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She was not holding back and was laying painful after painful palm print on to his ass flesh.
After agonizing minutes, when he thought his buttocks would cramp up or his skin would overheat, She got up and made him rise to his knees.
She sat herself on the nearby ledge and ordered him to dance for her with his hands behind his head. He did so, all too aware that he looked like an absolute fool, jiggling around naked in front of his fully clothed Mistress. His Goddess.
After a few moments, She rose and stood in front of him. He became more uncomfortable, somehow knowing that pain was around the corner.
SMACK!
Her palm flew up without warning turning his face with the impact on his cheek. SMACK! SMACK!
"You forgot something, slut," she gently chided him. SMACK! "You forgot to thank me for touching your disgusting cock and for spanking you just now." SMACK!
"Sorry Mistress, thank you Mistress," he said, all the while jiggling his naked cock for her amusement.
She made him kneel down and tapped his cock with her boot.
"It's still hard, you disgusting boy," she pointed out. "It's so naughty. Whatever shall I do?"
