The Femme Fatales Curse Ch 03

Hi Everyone - As always, this is FANTASY, and just meant to be fun and hot. Everyone here is, as always, over 18 years old. Please read "The Femme Fatale's Curse, Ch. 01" and "Ch. 02" for this to make sense plot-wise (if you're just here for the BDSM scenes, knock yourself out). This is a noir femdom thing involving a hypnotic curse placed on the main character. This chapter goes hard on dirty foot worship and public humiliation, with light cuckold vibes. Also, I spent some real time researching womens' shoe styles from the 1920s, so please clap.

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Jace followed Eva and Carmen back to the table, eyes on the filthy bar floor in front of him, catching the occasional blur of the soles of Carmen's dirty boots out of the corner of his eye as he did.

Another man. Carmen was meeting another man here tonight. On a date. And she wouldn't have been interested in this other man much -- she probably would have kept her date with Jace himself -- had she not seen him in his current state.

This was so much worse than he'd even imagined it could have been.

They reached the booth -- the table and seats raised off the floor somewhat -- and Eva snapped her fingers in his direction.

"Floor," she said and -- as Jace was becoming accustomed to -- his body bent to her command without any input from his mind. He dropped to his hands and knees this time, thankful for the release from the pressure the humbler placed on his balls when he was standing. The chain between the nipple clamps, however, was not long enough to rest on the floor in front of him, and so the constant sting and pull on his nipples didn't let up.

Because the booth was elevated and Jace was now kneeling, he was at eyelevel with Eva's feet, clad in black leather heels, the leather latticework of the top of the shoes secured with twin satin ribbons, tied in large bows. With his face maybe six inches from her shoes, he could already smell her feet. And already he recognized the scent from earlier this week, the night she caught him: the sharp vinegar and sweaty leather. He shuddered, thought about how hot it had been today and the last few days. Her feet would be filthy with caked-on sweat, just as they had been the first time.

"Actually, boy," Eva said, from above him, "reach back and spread those cheeks. Be honest about who you are with the Lady O'Leary's crowd."

She snapped her fingers.

Jace didn't think it was possible for his stomach to drop further, but it did as he rested his face on the floor, felt his hands reach back, grip his ass cheeks, and spread them wide. Carmen could see everything.

Behind him, she cackled and Jace heard a laugh or two from the next booth over; somewhere else, someone whistled.

"Wow," Carmen said from above and behind him, and snickered. "I was wrong about him for sure. How long has he been in service to you?"

Above him -- out of his line of sight -- Eva paused, then stuck to the story she'd told him she'd use. "Maybe six months or so."

"Wow," Carmen said. "And here he..."

"Oh, no, we weren't...I never told him he couldn't at least try his luck with the ladies you, know," she said, and now Jace felt the bottom of her shoe on the side of his face, pinning him to the floor. Eva giggled. "I just didn't think he could hide his true nature, is all."

"He certainly tried," Carmen said. "And anyway, it looks like he..."

"Not especially...um...gifted down there either, no," Eva said. "He hasn't been all that successful with said ladies."

It was Carmen's turn to giggle now.

"He's so obedient," Carmen said. "You know how he presents himself to the world, right?"

"Oh I know," Eva said. "Jace Falcon, no-one-fucking-owns-me, shit like that. But watch this."

She snapped her fingers in Jace's direction and took her shoe from the side of his face as he did. Jace wouldn't have been surprised if a print from the shoe's sole remained on his cheek.

"Up," she said, and Jace felt his body rise to his hands and knees again.

At the table above him, Jace saw Eva hand Carmen a paddle.

"I think you know where this might come in handy," Eva said.

"He does have a cute butt," Carmen said, and Jace hardly had time to process the swish of the thing cutting the air before he felt its bite against his ass. He yelped, but The Curse wouldn't let him move. He felt Carmen's hand on his ass after that, kneading the ass cheek, pinching it, as she examined her handywork.

"Oh wow," she said. "Yeah, this works really well."

"Custom made," Eva said with a wink. She turned to Jace. "Let's show your lady friend how obedient you are."

She snapped her fingers and put her hand in front of Jace's face. He opened his mouth and dropped her panties in to her hand. She ruffled his hair.

"Good boy," she said. "Now I want you to clean my shoes for me. I've worn these all over Acidalia for weeks now, during maybe one the hottest, filthiest summers anyone can remember. But stick to the leather on all that latticework. If I feel your tongue on my skin at all, this beautiful dame you still carry a torch for is going to rain that paddle down on your ass. And you wouldn't want to *embarrass* yourself in front of her, now would you?"

Jace swallowed hard and glanced back at Carmen who wore a radiant grin, arms crossed over her chest, the paddle -- a leather thing shot through with holes ringed with metal -- in one hand.

She was loving this. She was really fucking loving this. Eva had destroyed any chance Jace might have had with this woman.

Eva snapped her fingers.

"Lick, boy," she said. "Now. Start from the end toward my toe and work your way up."

Jace swallowed hard and again looked at the pattern the leather straps made across the tops of Eva's feet as they criss-crossed below the massive ribbon bow. She wanted him to keep his tongue on the thin leather straps themselves, not on any of the skin of the tops of her feet showing through. Or else Carmen would have full permission to use that paddle on him again.

He put his face closer to her feet and again he smelled them, something between vinegar and salt rising up from the depths of her leather heels. He stuck out his tongue and gave a tentative lick across one of the leather straps.

He tasted her skin -- sweat-slick -- as he did and had a split second to hope neither Eva nor Carmen caught it, but --

SMACK

Eva gave the chain a jerk hard enough to yank Jace's head upward. Behind him, he could hear Carmen laughing now, actually outright laughing. He winced as the sting from the smack on his ass spread deeper and wider.

"I said only lick the leather of my shoe, bitch," Eva told him. "I thought you wanted to impress this girl you're so crazy about. You want her to think you are obedient, don't you?"

Jace gritted his teeth as Carmen laughed behind him. Eva pushed his head down to her feet, put her right foot on the back of his head to keep his face pressed to her left shoe. Again, the reek of her feet assaulted his senses, and he put out his tongue and tried to keep his tongue to just the strap of Eva's shoe. The latticework was too narrow though; again, his tongue slipped onto one of the patches of skin visible through the shoe.

SMACK

Carmen giggled at the way he yelped and jumped beneath the blow from the paddle.

"You know," she said from behind him. "You'd think he'd be better with his tongue, given the fact that he really doesn't have anything to work with between his legs."

"Oh...you really would," Eva said, as she pressed down on the back of his head with her right foot, grinding Jace's nose into the top of her foot. "You'd expect he would be. But he's got some...learning left to do."

Carmen giggled and gave his ass a teasing brush with the paddle. She placed it against his exposed, trapped balls, held in place by the humbler. Jace jumped.

"I mean, what if I gave his balls a spank or two," Carmen said. "What if we upped the ante here?"

Eva eased up on the pressure on the back of his head.

"I think we certainly could," Eva said, and he could hear the smile in her voice. "You hear that, boy? Looks like your dream girl is thinking about smacking your balls around a bit. I'd get a little better with that tongue of yours if I was you."

Jace swallowed hard and put his tongue on the next leather strap of the elaborate leather latticework on Eva's shoes. Carmen kept the paddle pressed against his balls. Jace began to lick along the leather strap and --

SMACK

Jace couldn't help it this time; he screamed. The pain in his balls sent a lightning bolt from his scrotum to his gut and he jumped.

Carmen and Eva were both laughing this time.

"He didn't do anything wrong," Carmen said. "I just wanted to see what he'd do if I gave his balls a slap or two."

"I mean, I support that," Eva said, and again she pressed hard with the sole of her foot against the back of his head, his neck. "Nothing wrong with a bit of a reminder."

Jace licked along the narrow strip of leather on Eva's shoe, careful -- ever so careful -- to make sure he didn't taste the top of her foot, peeking through the diamonds created by the latticework. Even from here, the smell of her feet was enough to make his eyes water. Behind him, his balls throbbed with the sting of the slap Carmen had just delivered. She ran the paddle along the burning skin of his ass, teasing him, and then pressed it against his balls again. Jace took a sharp breath.

Above him, both women laughed.

"Mmmmm," Carmen said. "Look who decided to join us."

Jace froze, terrified, and tried to raise his head from Eva's feet, but she hadn't released him from her command yet.

"Carmen," a man's voice said from above him. "I hope I'm not...interrupting?"

"Oh no, not at all," Carmen said from behind him, and he heard her boots hit the cement floor as she jumped out of her seat. "I was just...catching up with a few friends."

Above him, Eva snapped her fingers.

"Heel and kneel," she said.

Jace had no idea what these commands meant, but his body did; he turned, and knelt, on his knees, beside Eva. She wrapped the chain connected to his collar around her wrist, pulling him closer to her and began to pet his hair.

It gave him a perfect view of Carmen, in the embrace of another man -- dressed in suit and fedora -- as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close for a long, deep kiss.

"Well," he said, as they pulled away, and he snickered. "Hello to you too."

"Mmm," she said. "Have you gotten a drink yet?"

"I haven't," he told her.

"Let's do that," she said, and Jace watched as they headed away from him and Eva, the man's hand slipping down to cup her ass as they did.

He frowned. Next to him and above him, Eva laughed. She stroked his cheek and again he was reminded that he could not keep her from touching him. Or keep anyone else here from touching him either, apparently.

"Awwwe, I'm sorry bitch boy," she said, and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "It's just that we're undercover, you know? I had to play the part. This whole thing won't work unless people believe you're serving me and we're here for a night of...debauchery."

Jace ground his teeth and tried to yank his eyes away from the sight of Carmen taking a seat at the bar next to the other man.

"And the person we're here to meet needs to believe you're my submissive little slave as well," Eva said. "It's not going to work otherwise. Which reminds me. Take off my shoes, bitch."

Jace swallowed, but she hadn't used The Curse on him yet. She turned, putting her feet directly in front of him, then leaned back in the booth so that her feet rested on the seat. Then she crossed her arms over her ample chest and raised her eyebrows.

"Well?" She asked.

"Eva...please," he said. "Don't...don't make me do this again, in front of everyone."

She burst out laughing. "You're so cute, boy, you know that? A week ago you could never have even contemplated being at the feet of a woman you despised, begging her not to make you smell her soles and toes. A week ago you had a date with Carmen on the books and you were probably planning on railing her into the weekend, and then ghosting her completely. Treating her like something cheap and disposable. Kind of like how I treat you."

Jace swallowed.

"But you notice I haven't used The Curse on you yet to make you sniff my feet?" She said. "And here you are still on your knees begging me not to make you. You're doing that of your own freewill."

"Eva please," Jace said again. "I just...I don't want anyone else to see me."

"Tell you what," Eva said. "If you do this on your own -- without me having to use The Curse -- I'll let you climb up here and worship my feet under the table, so you'll be more out of sight. But that's only if I don't have to snap my fingers at you. Sound like a deal?"

Jace sighed, and cast a glance in Carmen's direction. She had her eyes on her drink, deep in conversation with her date.

He looked back at Eva.

"OK," he said. "I will."

"Good boy," Eva said, and shifted her legs so that her feet were now under the table. "Get up here, under the table, and get your nose between my filthy fucking toes. I wish you could see how far I walked today bitch, all across Acidalia."

Jace didn't need to see it to believe it. The smell alone was enough. He crouched under the table -- the humbler made this difficult, and put a fair amount of strain on his balls -- and then reached for Eva's shoes. They buckled on the side, at her ankles, and he undid the clasps on each shoe, then slid them off her feet.

The insteps of the shoes were still warm and damp.

"You know what comes next," Eva said from above him. "Nose between the toes."

Jace swallowed hard and breathed in Eva's foot scent now -- all sharp, vinegary sweat -- and then lowered her nose to the dusty tops of her feet. He wedged his nose between her toes and closed his eyes as they watered with the smell.

"Mmmm," she said above him. "That does feel good."

She rubbed her toes on either side of his nose and drew him deeper into the gap between them.

"Rub them," she said. "My feet are killing me."

Jace sighed and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and then cupped her soles -- slick with sweat -- in his upturned hands, kneading them with his thumbs.

"Mmmm," she said again, and took her toes from his nose for a moment to rotate her ankle. "You *are* getting good at this. I'm rather liking the idea of keeping you as my helpless foot slave, even after we find Ms. Abramova herself. I mean, what if I never released you from The Curse after all? What would you really be able to do about that?"

She took his nose between her toes again, kept him from responding. And again, she put her other foot on the back of his head, beneath the table.

"I'd like your tongue between my toes," she said. "Between each of them."

He swallowed hard. Then, hesitantly -- slowly -- he put his tongue between her toes and tasted the salt and dirt and sweat and dust, everything he'd already been smelling.

Above him, Eva cackled.

"Remember you're doing this of your own freewill, bitch," she said. "Even an arrogant man such as yourself can be persuaded to see reason. I really wasn't sure if this would work, but I've been pleasantly surprised by this little experiment."

Jace kept his head down, and his tongue between her toes.

Above him, Eva took a breath as if she had more to say, but paused.

She snapped her fingers.

"Heal and kneel," she said, and Jace's hands and knees carried him out from beneath the table and he knelt in front of the booth.

Two women approached the table through the crowd. The first wore a long black dress that matched her black, elbow-length gloves; she held a long cigarette holder between two fingers, and it created a halo of silver smoke around her crimson hair, still gleaming in in the dimness. Jace clocked a necklace of pearls at her throat that must have cost easily as much as whatever this dive was worth.

The second woman was smaller, shorter, also dressed in a black dress. She wore he dark hair shorter -- it fell to just below her ears -- and decorated it with a gleaming headband as well, sporting a few feathers. A diamond bracelet winked at Jace from her wrist, and when his eye followed its gleam, he saw she carried a whip, curled around one small hand like a sleeping snake.

The taller woman caught sight of Eva and made her way over to the booth. She did not smile as she did so, simply took an austere puff from the cigarette in the holder between her gloved fingers.

"I take it you're Eva Weatherall herself?" The woman asked, without so much as a glance in Jace's direction below her.

"I am," Eva told her.

"It's great to finally meet you in person," the woman said. "Lady Diamond O'Leary."

"It's an honor," Eva said, and giggled. "I'm definitely enjoying your club."

"The pleasure is all mine," Lady Diamond O'Leary said. "I've been a fan of your detective work for quite some time now. The thought of being able to assist you is...electrifying."

She cast Jace a glance -- at long last -- but only briefly, and he only saw disdain there.

"This is Mistress Silvera," she said, gesturing to the woman next to her, in the hat with the whip. "She's one of my top performers."

"Great to meet you," Eva said, reaching over Jace's head to shake Mistress Silvera's gloved hand.

"You as well," the woman replied. "Thanks so much for being willing to help out with my show tonight."

Eva laughed. "Well..." Eva said. "I mean, it's not *my* ass that will be helping with the show tonight, so I think that made it a little easier for me."

All three of them laughed. Jace's stomach turned over.

"We do still have some time before the show," Mistress Silvera said. "Would you mind terribly if I took your manservant, dear? That way you two can talk."

She glanced at Eva and Lady Diamond O'Leary, who puffed on the cigarette and raised her chin as if she wanted to stare at this proposal in the most arrogant way possible.

"Thanks Silvera," Lady Diamond O'Leary said. "I think that will work fine. Our terms are still acceptable to you, Ms. Weatherall? You surrender your boy here for Mistress Silvera's use in her show tonight, and in exchange I tell you what I know about the...matter you're investigating?"

Jace's heartbeat quickened, leapt into his throat. Eva hadn't mentioned anything about this.

Above him, in the booth, she giggled again. "Of course. Thank you so much for your help, Lady O'Leary."

Lady Diamond O'Leary simply nodded at Mistress Silvera. Eva handed Mistress Silvera the leash attached to Jace's collar. Mistress Silvera shot him an affectionate, almost pitying look.

"You poor thing," she said, and gave him a gentle pinch on the cheek. "Come with me now."

Lady Diamond O'Leary slid into the booth opposite Eva.

Mistress Silvera tugged on Jace's leash, but he didn't move.

This was ridiculous. This was fucking ridiculous. To not even have him present when Lady Diamond O'Leary gave Eva the biggest tip on the biggest case, after all the work he'd put in, after all the humiliations he'd suffered, after --

Mistress Silvera snapped her fingers.

"Heel," she said.

Against his will, he scurried -- on hands and knees -- to Mistress Silvera's side as she led him away from the table where Eva and Lady Diamond O'Leary were already bent close over their drinks and cigarettes, deep in conversation.