I wake up to giggling. I look up from my dog's bed on the floor to see Sasha staring down at me, accompanied by a young woman I can only guess was a friend. The collar on my neck, and the chain connecting it to the leg of Sasha's bed, feel heavier than ever.
"Does he actually wake up like this every day?" the new girl asks, grinning. She has long braided hair and a pink sundress.
Sasha gives me a cruel smirk. She'd dressed simply for me, wearing just a low cut top and jean shorts, her bare legs and feet exposed just a step away from me.
"He's being a lazy bitch today," she says. "Normally he'd be making me breakfast by now, but you wanted to see him in bed."
I fill with shame, my face flushing red. Sasha's guest giggles again at this.
"Mistress, I'm so sorry," I blurt out. "I didn't know-"
Sasha's smile disappears. I freeze, my lips trembling in silence.
"Did I give you permission to speak?" she snaps.
Shivering, I shook my head.
"And did I give you permission to look up?" she hisses.
My heart pounds as I snap my face towards the ground. Already I have disobeyed my Mistress twice, humiliating her in front of a guest nonetheless. Panic threatens to overcome me. I force myself to calm. I deserve to be punished, but I must maintain best behavior from here.
Still facing down, I begin crawling from the bed. The movement is difficult, my hands and feet cuffed barely a head's space apart, but I have become used to it. As I crawl, my leash tightens.
I stop with my face directly above Sasha's feet. The collar begins to tug gently on my neck, but it does not matter. This is one of the only actions I am free to do without Sasha's permission. I bend down, keeping my ass up in the air as I kiss the top of Sasha's honey-brown foot.
Sasha's guest squealed. "Oh my god, you weren't lying."
My cock hardens. Mistress Sasha has never dominated me in front of another person, let alone a stranger. But as I process her presence, it leaves me with a strange satisfaction. Why should I hide my loyalty and service?
I kiss and lick Sasha's foot, closing my eyes as I savor the taste and feeling. Despite always going barefoot indoors, her skin is soft and caressing. I push aside everything else, my disobedience and incoming punishment, the stranger taking delight in my humiliation, my throbbing cock no doubt dripping precum.
After what must be minutes, Sasha raises her foot slightly, pushing her toes into my mouth. I lick them one by one, then begin to suck them all at once.
She withdraws her foot. I move to begin on her other, but then feel her sole pressing gently on the back of my head. I press my face to the ground and she pins it there, standing above me. I smell the carpet as I breath through my nose. Truly this is where I belong.
"Nice," her friend says. "Now this I've got to save."
My heart pounds as I hear the click of a phone camera. Oh god, is she going to share that to the public? I can't help but shiver. Sasha responds by increasing the pressure of her foot.
"Let me see it, Audrey," she says.
I hear the footsteps of the girl as she approaches Sasha. They both giggle, and then the foot is released from my head. I don't dare move.
"You may look up, slave," Sasha says. "But first, bring your hands behind."
I awkwardly shift my cuffed hands behind my feet, and then up over my ass. They are now bound behind my back, making crawling impossible. I look up, trembling. Sasha and Audrey look down at with grins. They show me the image.
My stomach clenches as I see Sasha standing over me in such triumph. She gives the smirk of a conqueror, of someone establishing their rightful place over a lowly slave. My cock trembles. I am no longer ashamed of this picture. No, I am proud that my mistress' might and dominance has been captured in such a clear display.
After this, Sasha generously detaches the leash and leads me to the kitchen, letting me bring my hands back in front of me once more. I crawl after her, my eyes focused on her feet and nothing above. She attaches the leash to a leg of the kitchen table, gesturing to a bowl of cereal placed underneath.
"You may eat," she said.
As I eat my breakfast without the use of my hands, Sasha rubs a foot over my head, a gentle temptation of my favorite taste. To my shock, Audrey places her feet on my back, resting them there. If Sasha objects to this, she does not say so.
The two of them speak casually at the table, discussing things like classes, current events, and other things. It makes sense. I am little more than a piece of furniture beside them.
After breakfast, Sasha lets me wipe my face with a napkin, then detaches the chain from the table. She orders me to stand up, and bring my hands behind my back. She turns me around and bends me forward over the kitchen table. My face lies facing Audrey, who grins down at me.
She orders me to stay where I am. I hear her walk away, my heart racing in anticipation. Audrey rubs her hand through my hair.
"You still need to be punished, don't you boy?" she whispers, as the hair on my neck rises. I whimper, which only makes her laugh.
Mistress has returned. Audrey disappears from my view. I hear them whispering, but can't make out what they're saying. A bottle cap opens. Oh no.
Audrey returns, showing a pink butt plug in front of my face.
"Open up," she says.
I do not know if I am required to follow her orders, but I risk my bets and comply. She shoves the plug into my mouth and orders me to suck.
Meanwhile, Sasha rubs cold lube into my ass, gradually forcing her fingers in. I squeal as I endure this, and fight back tears. Audrey caresses my hair. I close my eyes. I deserve this shame, but it's almost too much to endure.
Finally, Audrey pulls out the plug and hands it back to Sasha. She inserts it into my ass. I moan, but soon it is inside. Tears stream down my cheeks as I press my face into the table.
"Aw, was that really so bad?" Audrey taunts.
Sasha yanks my leash, pulling my off the table. I return to my knees, kissing her feet as I stick my now filled ass in the air.
"That's a good boy," Sasha says.
The words fill my heart, driving away the shame for now.
"But your punishment isn't over yet," she continues. My heart sinks. "I wanted to tie you up in a real tight hogtie, clamp you, gag you, blindfold you, and leave you sprawling out here all day."
Mistress has stretched my limits beyond what I imagined, but that's dangerously close. My heart pounded, but it is not in my place to speak. I continue licking, now focusing on her toes.
"But you told me you had work to do, didn't you?" she says.
I pause. "Yes. A midterm at the end of next week."
"I'd say it's best you study for that," she said. "You may delay your punishment until the end of the day while you work in the library."
"Thank you," I say.
She yanks up on my leash. "You may stand," she says. I comply, facing her at eye level for the first time today. Despite being six inches shorter than me, she stares with a complete aura of control.
She unlocks my cuffs and shackles. She leads me back to our bedroom. Audrey follows.
