S.l - the Pantry Slut

Author's Note: This is a standalone story, that will feature lesbian domination and body worship. This is part of the 'Sapphire Lane' universe.

To celebrate this being my fiftieth story here, I thought I'll do something a little different and write this in first person with a self-insertion character, which perhaps is self-indulgent but I thought it'd be a fun way to mark the milestone. This doesn't mean the story is in anyway true, just a smutty fantasy...

The Story

I often thought how from the outside, our detached home at No. 47 Sapphire Lane didn't look out of place next to the other larges houses in the suburb where my mistress and I lived, however our relationship and homelife couldn't be anymore singular...

I put on some pop music before unwrapping the parcel of lingerie I had secretly ordered, spreading the underwear on the bed so I could admire it before trying it on. It was a matching pair of bra and panties which were light green and decorated with pink bows, definitely on the cute rather than sexy side but this was exactly how my mistress preferred me to dress... when I was even allowed to wear underwear for her of course as while home, the rule was I had to be naked unless instructed otherwise.

Well, not quite naked, as I always had on my collar which was leather with a metal ring so a leash could be attached, however the tough black material was covered with a layer of blue lace adorned with some white ribbon bows. It was a constant reminder that I was owned by my mistress, alongside a pair of light blue stay-up stockings which came up to just below my butt. These were something my mistress decided I should wear as she felt they only accentuated my nudeness plus were cute, and I had a variety of bright colours to pick from each day which the older woman felt was good for me, as it meant I at least had some choice when it came to how I dressed...

Besides the front door was a folded tee and jeans, which I could quickly pull on if I needed to answer someone knocking, but besides that I only wore clothes when going out, or if my mistress wanted to dress me in anything. However her birthday was approaching so I had brought the new lingerie to surprise her, wanting to look as pretty as possible for her on the day... and as she had gone out for a jog around the neighbourhood, I had decided to quickly try the underwear on to ensure they fit.

I pulled on the panties, and clipped on the bra then admired myself in the full length mirror, pleased with how the underwear looked on my body. I was short, and had always been quite skinny though now I was twenty four, I had gained some 'meat on the bones', still slender but now with a slight softness that made my butt a little more plump.

My ass was perhaps my favourite part of myself, and I turned around to admire how it looked in the new panties, thinking again how pretty the lingerie was with the light green looking nice against my pale white skin. I turned around again, seeing how my brown pubic bush poked out of the top of the panties which I knew my mistress would like... as she was who controlled what pubic hair I had, always preferring me to have a thick bush of brown hair on my mons pubis, though I shaved around my pussy so stayed hairless between my labia and inner thighs.

It wasn't just my pubic hair which my mistress controlled, but also my brunette hair on my head, which was currently long, having grown back since a time when the woman fancied me having a bobcut. As well as that she made me grow armpit hair, which I kept neatly trimmed rather than allowing it to get too thick or long, as she just wanted me to have cute furry underarms, rather than be too hairy.

I loved this control of my hair, body hair, and clothes, being one of my favourite things about living in a 24/7 slave arrangement as giving up control of these things which a normal individual would take for granted was one of the key things that had attracted me to the alternative lifestyle. These things were what made it fulfilling, as if my mistress didn't show an interest in managing these aspects of my life, what would be the point? I'd might as well just have a normal relationship where we did BDSM in the bedroom...

I smiled at myself in the mirror, definitely excited to wear the underwear for my mistress. My face wasn't exactly beautiful, but I was pretty enough with youthful features that still often caused me to get ID'ed when buying alcohol. If I was in a movie, I wouldn't be suitable to play a hot cheerleader but would be ideal in the role of a wholesome girl; someone's sweet daughter who was a virgin, wore cardigans, and was perfectly behaved though these features were of course misleading of the kinkiness of the lifestyle I had found myself in.

"Becky! What do you think you're doing?" I heard the voice of my mistress at the bedroom door, and spun round wide eyed to face her, blushing at being caught disobeying an order as besides breaking the clothing rule in putting on the lingerie without permission, I had also left the pantry where she had commanded I wait until she returned.

The pantry was a small room off of the kitchen, that really was more of a walk-in cupboard with shelves to keep food like pasta, rice, tins, and cereal, so we could buy non-perishable goods in bulk but only keep what we were currently using in the kitchen cupboards. On the floor was a folded blanket, that was kind of like a dog bed, where my mistress often left me when she was going out briefly, wanted some time alone, needed me to reflect on a punishment, or for whatever other reason she fancied. I had even slept in there on a few occasions...

Normally I would stay in the small dark room obediently, liking having the demeaning place where I could be kept like some possession and allowed time to reflect on my servitude, however today I thought it was safe to sneak out to try on the lingerie, having expected my mistress to be gone for longer... or perhaps she had been and I simply lost track of the time. Whatever the case, the music I had been playing had meant I hadn't heard her come in the front door, not that it would have made much difference as I couldn't have rushed back downstairs to the pantry without her seeing me anyway...

"Mistress, I..." I mumbled nervously, but the woman cut me off.

"I told you to stay in the pantry until I got back didn't I?" She asked sternly. Her name was Drea, and she was an attractive woman of mixed ethnicity, being half white and half Thai, with tanned skin and black hair in a ponytail, and beautiful dark brown eyes with a hint of epicanthal folds, which I found both intensely fierce and loving.

Though her approaching birthday would be her fifty second, her features were amazingly smooth for her age, and she rarely wore make-up. Butch would be a misleading word to describe her, as she definitely radiated a power that was feminine and didn't shy away from dresses, however she had the air of a tomboy, or whatever term would be more suitable for a mature woman. Her athletic body, with small breasts but big firm butt, was currently clothed in running shorts, black sports bra, and white vest which showed off her lean arms, one of which was tattooed with a sleeve of thorny roses which I felt like was representative of her dominant love for me, being quick to anger and controlling, but attentive and rewarding. She was also tall, a head taller than me, which was another thing I loved about her body, always towering over me...

"Yes mistress." I answered, knowing it was best to just follow her line of questioning rather than try to explain things myself.

"So are you too dumb to understand such a simple instruction, or don't you respect my authority?" Drea asked, giving me a sudden slap on the cheek when I hesitated. I yelped at the stinging pain then mumbled an apology.

"Sorry mistress, I was just trying on some lingerie I got to wear for you on your birthday... I wouldn't normally ever leave the pantry without your permission!"

Another thing I loved about Drea was that she could genuinely make me fear her, with being frightened of her being a sensation I relished, knowing I wouldn't find our relationship as thrilling if it didn't have that intensity. I knew she would never actually hurt me, and that it was just an exaggerated performance, but still, I was always a little scared for real when she scolded me.

"As I could see, you were checking out your butt when I came in... is your ass something for you to admire, or is it just for me?"

"It's just for you!" I said. It wasn't a rule exactly but mistress disliked me checking myself out in mirrors, as my body was for her enjoyment, not my own.

"That's right. It's a pretty birthday present but afraid it doesn't justify you disobeying a clear order, as well as breaking a house rule, as you know, unless you're answering the door, you need my permission to wear anything besides your stockings and collar. Do you know what this means?"

"Yes mistress." I nodded, knowing full well I was to be punished.

"Then go to the lounge." Drea ordered, and I headed to the door but she shouted after me. "On your hands and knees! Have you forgotten all our rules!"

I flushed, ashamed and shocked that I somehow had forgotten to crawl. It was another house rule, with me being only allowed to move around our home by crawling on my hands and knees, unless I was carrying something then I was allowed to walk normally. I quickly apologised and dropped to the floor, crawling out the door with the woman following me, and yelping when I felt Drea's hand smack my butt to make me hurry up. However being dominated was already making my skin tingle, and I felt my nipples hardening against the cups of my new bra.

It should be mentioned that all these rules weren't actually binding... I could break them if I wished and Drea wouldn't actually hold it against me, however our relationship was based on the mutual desire for them, with me craving being commanded about and having my life regulated and ordered by another person, while she yearned for a submissive to act as her beloved slave. Her expectation for me to obey her was the counterpart of my expectation for her to control me, and both of us could flip into being a more conventionally supportive partner if required... as after all, the pressures of life could somehow distract from even an ideal 24/7 mistress and slave lifestyle like ours.

Despite how many times I had done it, I always found descending the stairs a little awkward though knew that my mistress especially enjoyed watching me doing it as it made my plump ass sway from side to side even more. Like being shut in the pantry, being made to crawl around the house was another rule I loved, as it ensured I always felt submissive to my mistress, rarely getting to look down at the woman but often getting to look up at her towering over me, like I was her obedient pet

When I got to the lounge, I knelt on the rug and waited for the next instruction, eagerly anticipating what my punishment would be. Someone asked me before why I didn't just misbehave and break rules on purpose if I enjoyed punishments so much, but this was missing the point. I desired to follow strict rules and obey my mistress' every command, but if I fall sort then I yearned for punishment which I enjoyed as it put me back into my subservient place. I didn't actually enjoy all that we did in the punishments, for example I was fearful of caning as it usually made me cry with the pain and the welts marred my pretty butt, however the fact I had to be subjected to them was part of the thrill.

"Lick my sole." Drea commanded, sitting on the sofa and raising one leg up so I was presented with the bottom of her running trainer. I dutifully crawled to her foot, kneeling before it, and kissed the shoe's sole then licked my tongue over the hard rubber, crinkling my nose at the taste of it though I was thankful it had just been the sidewalks my mistress had jogged on, and not muddy paths at the park. I blushed in humiliation, this being an example of something I didn't actually enjoy, not having a fetish for worshipping footwear, however due to this, it aroused me while making me feel pride that I could debase myself for my mistress.

"Perhaps before you deserved to even kiss my trainer, you should have kissed all the ground I have jogged over today..."

The idea excited me, imagining the humiliation of being made to crawl over the sidewalk and kiss the concrete in deference to how my mistress had stepped on it, though it was merely a fantasy as Drea would never make me do something so public.

Drea tilted her foot so I could lick my tongue over the sides and top of the trainer too, then she offered me her other foot, making me worship the other shoe before directing me to untie the laces and slip it off her foot. This I carefully did, exposing her foot clothed in a white ankle liner sock, sweaty from her jog... I caught a whiff of the funky smell from her exercise, which belonging to anyone else I would find gross, but it was the scent of my mistress' sweat so instead it excited me.

I untied the other shoe too, and removed it then Drea ordered me to take them both to the shoe closet by the front door. I moved to stand up, as carrying something was one of the occasions I was allowed to walk on my two feet, but she put her hand on my head and pushed me back to my hands and knees.

"Use your mouth, one at a time."

"Yes mistress." I whimpered, savouring the intimidation I felt from the brief moment of womanhandling. I stooped down, opening my mouth and bit the back of the trainer so my chin was in the throat of the shoe. Drea disapproved, and made me put it down and pick it up again, gripping the same part with my teeth but with the shoe turned round so rather than my chin, it was my nose that was pushed inside the trainer's throat. This meant when I inhaled I smelt the sweaty inside of her sports shoe, and there was no way to avoid getting my nose filled with the nasty odour as I crawled out the lounge and to the closet by the front door. I dropped off the trainer, placing it neatly on the shelf next to our other footwear, then quickly returned to collect the second shoe.

"Hurry up." Drea said, though looked disinterested as I picked up the second trainer, this time ensuring I did it the right way so I plunged my nose into another source of pungent sweaty stench. It was gross and embarrassing, and my mistress barely deemed it of interest enough to watch me, which was a combination that made me even more turned on, wondering what I had in store next.

When I crawled back into the lounge, Drea simply extended her left foot, and I didn't need instruction to know what she wanted me to do. I crawled back to kneel at her feet, then took the foot in my hand and began to kiss it through the white sock. My nose wrinkled again as I smelt the smelly sock she had exercised in, but I didn't allow that to lessen the enthusiasm I gave to the task. My lips kissed over the top of her foot, then her ankle and I even smooched up her shin, much preferring kissing the bare skin of my mistress' leg than her foot through her sock, however she pushed my head back down.

"Suck my toes."

"Yes mistress." I demurely replied, and moved my lips to her toes, kissing them before sucking on the big toe, which gave me a taste to go along with the smell of the sweaty sock. Drea wasn't satisfied with my gentle sucking for long, and she pushed her socked foot into my mouth, forcing all five of her toes between my lips so I had to sloppily suck on it, my tastebuds being awash with the sweaty gross flavour of the dirty sock. However this flavour came from my mistress' body so was something I should savour with reverence...

I gently held my mistress' foot as I sucked the toes, treating it like a strangely shaped cock which I was giving a blowjob to... not that I ever had sucked a penis before, not even a dildo. Many lesbian couples might own a strap-on however I disliked vaginal penetration, finding it painful and uncomfortable though it was an ordeal I was willing to submit to if my mistress asked me to, however she wasn't too into it herself and besides didn't ever want to do anything I really hated, so it meant we simply didn't own any penetrative toys... apart from a butt plug.

I varied my sucking, sometimes going slow and deep so I almost gagged, while other times just focusing on speed. I also occasionally paused the sucking to instead sloppily lick my tongue across the underside of the toes, flicking it back and forth across the bottom of the dirty sock which was now wet from my saliva.

I knew my mistress always liked to hear, alongside feel and see, my sucking, kissing, and licking so ensured I was loud and messy, making as much slobbering licking noise and squelchy sucking sounds as possible. As I focused on worshipping my mistress' foot, I felt her other foot caress over my cheek, so I held them both, caressing my fingers over her soles while starting to suck on both her big toes at once.

"Such a good girl, but I'm still angry at you for disobeying my orders!" Drea said, pulling her right foot away from my mouth and using it to slap my cheek with a couple of times, making me squeak pathetically but didn't pause in my sucking of her left foot.

"I mean, next time I tell you to stay in the pantry, how do I trust you shall? And how do I believe in retrospect that all the times I told you to do it in the past, you didn't just mess around the house before running back in there again when you heard me come home?" Drea questioned, transferring her right foot to my mouth for me to suck, while rubbing the sole, wet with my saliva, of her left foot all over my cheek, nose, and forehead.

"I promise I never did it before today... nor will I do it again..." I pleaded, my words turned to distorted mumbles as I tried not to pause in sucking on her toes, knowing I was in a double bind as Drea would be angry if I didn't reply, but also scold me if I stopped worshipping her foot without being told.

"Mmm, okay Becky, it's hard to stay mad at you for long when you're such a good little foot slut... but I hope you realise that being sweet and sucking my toes isn't enough to get you out of trouble! You can't just disobey me then do a bit of foot worship to make up!"

"Sorry mistress." I mumbled again through my mouthful of stinky sock covered toes. I knew it was just part of the performance, and that she didn't actually doubt me, but I always felt a little scared when Drea scolded me like this, as I would hate if I actually lost the woman's trust! However I was buoyed to look up for a moment from the feet to see that my mistress had slipped her hand down the front of her shorts, clearly rubbing her pussy while I worshiped her toes.

This made me want to put my hand between my legs and caress my own pussy, being already aroused by the debasement, humiliating smells and tastes, and submissive worship with my excitement magnified by the fact my mistress was enjoying my mouth enough to masturbate. Plus, derogatory praise like 'good little foot slut' always appealed to me...

I found myself back to sucking on both her big toes at once, bobbing my head back and forth to blow them with passion then pulling away to instead lick my tongue all over the soles of her feet, having grown used to the taste of sweaty sock that I barely noticed it.

"Good girl, now use your tongue here..." Drea said, and I looked up to see her hold up her left arm, tapping her armpit with her other pointing finger. I had been knelt with my butt resting on my heels, but now I pulled myself up so I was kneeling in a 'L' shape, with my mistress leaning forward slightly to allow my mouth to reach her armpit.

I licked over the skin, unsurprisingly sweaty from her exercise, and enjoyed the bodily taste, much preferring the flavour when licked directly off of the woman's skin rather than through the conduit of a sock. My tongue lapped over Drea's underarm, ensuring I didn't miss a spot, licking up and down by flicking my tongue, or side to side by shaking my head, and also in circles while being as sloppy as possible, again knowing my mistress' preference was always to be able to hear me whenever I was licking or kissing something.