Hi, guys. Greetings. This one's a bit long, but I hope you'll like it.
Quick Recap of the previous chapter : [Past] Joe made some insensitive comments about Maya and yelled at her. [Present] Samantha whipped Joe for disrespecting her. But she also decided to treat him as her pet.
Chapter 3
Samantha - Part Two
Samantha sat on a chair. She had her hands wrapped around Joe, making soothing noises as if to numb his pain. She had whipped him hard to make him complaisant. In that process, she hurt him badly. So, she was trying to show how kind his mistress was?
'Show him mercy, not love,' Maya had said to her. This always stuck in her mind. Now, she realized the dire flaw in that and was not afraid to break that anymore. She laid her hands on both of his shoulders and released him from the hug.
"You did well, Joe. You were brave while taking the punishment. I'm proud." She looked right into his eyes. His eyes lit up with the praise, and his smile grew bigger. He bent down to kiss her feet.
"Thank you, mistress. I am happy that I pleased you. I don't deserve any praise from you. You can do whatever you want with me. I'm all but a toy to your pleasure." He said while kissing her shoes. He raised himself to face her. A broad smile decorated Samantha's face.
"Yes, you are. I liked that you acknowledged it." Not that without his acknowledgment, he was less of her toy. He was her pet, no matter what he or anyone said.
She pushed him back, and he moved slowly on his knees. She crossed her legs over the other. "We have established that you have impressed me. Now for your reward, you can clean my sneakers." She said with a tinge of satisfaction.
With a wince, he sprang into action immediately, bending down to lick her shoes. But she noticed the moment of indecision, an inner battle, in his eyes just when he touched his back with his hand. That was what might have caused the wince. The pain was a great motivator. That whipping would do her and him some good. In the beginning, she didn't think cleaning her shoes was a reward for him. Even when Maya made him do that or even when she realized he seemed to like it, she used to think that as a punishment for him. But now, she makes him clean her shoes every day. This was a no-shoe household because she didn't like the filth those shoes bring into his house. This was not a no-shoe household anymore because she made him clean all the filth those shoes bring into the house.
He licked all around her shoe, on the top, to the side, on the tongue of her shoe, on the laces, and near the eyelets of her shoes. Sometimes, dust piles up near eyelets and to the side near the sole. He took extra care there, giving hard and long licks to get every bit of dust from his mistress' shoes. For the next ten minutes, he licked her shoe, bending to the left, and the right, and craning his head to get into the right position to clean her shoe. She didn't move her foot one bit to help him, apart from tapping his cheeks like little slaps, those seemed to work like an encouragement. She didn't have to help him, it was his job to clean her shoes, and he would do as he was told. He licked the tip of the shoe with fervor looking into her eyes. He opened his mouth and thrust the tip of her shoe into his mouth. He then ran his tongue all around it for a minute and leaned back leaving the shoe in its original position.
He smiled at her and waited. She smiled at him too. Then she realized, he was waiting for something. She frowned, and it donned on her that he was waiting for her to switch her feet. He was waiting to lick the other shoe.
Her mouth curled with disdain as she spoke, "What, you are too big to clean my sole, now?"
She was angry, and she wanted to beat him all over again. He put his left hand to his back, and he winced. 'He is punishing himself,' she thought. He bent down and craned his neck so that he could reach at least half of the shoe. He started licking the sole from the bottom to the top. For a minute or so, he continued the same. Then he raised his head. And to get rid of the pain, he twisted his neck to the right and left. He bent down and craned his neck again. This time, to reach the bottom half of her shoe. He licked the bottom half faster. Within a minute, he raised his head and twisted his neck. She knew it was his problem, not her problem. She knew it was his job to bear the burden of the pain and do his task, but she couldn't help but feel pity. She raised her sole to his face. His face filled with joy. 'He might think I'm being generous and kind when all I'm making him is lick the filth under my shoe.' She thought.
He would've thought that his mistress was being kind. Because when he started licking, he did that with delight. He cleaned the sole with long licks from the bottom to the top of her sole. He licked the edges hard because that's where most of the dust stacks up. With less control from her and hard licks from him. As expected, it was unsteady to clean the shoe.
"Mistress, may I hold your feet?" He asked her.
She liked that he didn't want to do anything she might not want. She agreed, "Yes, you may."
He took hold of the ankle to steady her foot and started licking from the bottom to the top. After a few minutes of cleaning, he stopped licking and started sucking where ever he could see dirt that he couldn't clean with his tongue. He sucked every bit of filth off her shoe, released her ankle from his grip, and waited.
She crossed her leg like a man to take a good look at the bottom of her shoe. She noted that the top of her shoe looked good before twisting her ankle to the top. She got a good look at the sole. It looked perfect, she couldn't see even a single speck of dirt. She didn't expect that, because she deliberately trudged on the soil while returning home. It was her mistake. She should've expected that he would clean the shoes spotless. He never left any dust on her shoes. Look at the shoe stand, for instance, all the shoes were pristine. She only thought this would be difficult to clean. She was happy to be wrong, now. She uncrossed her leg and crossed to the other side. He did the same with the other shoe. When it was time to clean the sole, she raised her foot, and he held the foot and continued the same process as he did to the other shoe. Licking and finally sucking off the filth.
"Take 'em off," She ordered. He unlaced her sneakers and pulled them one after the other. He put those sneakers to the side. She raised her socked feet to his face and allowed him to sniff them. After a few breaths, she landed her feet on his face and rubbed them all over. She removed them after a moment and landed her feet, one on each shoulder. She laughed looking at his face. His face glistened with her sweat.
"Your face. Your face is shining with my sweat," she said. Her laughter filled the gaps between every other word. Joe laughed to provide even more amusement to his mistress. Her laugh thundered in the room. She got her feet off his shoulders and hovered them over his face. She moved her feet a bit to both sides, and his face followed them. He tried hard to stay in the hot position where the smell of her socks was strong. He took deep breaths as if he couldn't survive without the air that passed through her feet.
"Do you like it, my lil Joe?" she asked flirtatiously as if the answer was not obvious.
"Yes," he said, eyes closed and absent-minded.
"Yes, what?" she said in a firm tone.
That got his attention. He jerked up and opened his eyes. She could see shame filled his eyes, and he said, "Sorry, mistress. Yes, mistress." He emphasized the 'mistress' the second time. He didn't stop inhaling the smell of her socks.
'Of course, he likes it,' she thought. 'There is no hesitation, no chase, no fight in him.' She would've liked to see it. 'Him, hesitating to smell my feet. I tease him more and pull him to do so. At last, he will be resigning and doing it. Accepting the humiliation that comes with it. That would've been so good.'
She remembered the time when he was forced, rather hesitant, to smell her feet. At that time, she didn't like it that much. She was afraid he was doing all this because of the blackmail. Of course, there was never blackmail. She thought it was implicit. She didn't like the implication that this might be non-consensual. In the beginning, when she and Maya started playing with him, he was hesitant. She could see he liked it. She could see he was trying hard not to accept it and yet following their every wild whim. She wanted that chase now. Before she could realize all that, he acknowledged his place at their feet. Now, he just runs around to please his mistresses.
'Clean my House. Yes, Mistress. Clean my feet. Yes, mistress. Clean the bathroom. Yes, mistress. Oh Hell! I can make him clean the bathroom with his tongue If I wanted to. He will just lick every bit of that dirty bathroom and says It was my honor, mistress.' She thought.
