Irony Of Fate Ch 08

Chapter 8

When Svenja opened the door to Leon's small chamber the next morning, he immediately began kissing her feet with great submissiveness and fervor. Although his face still ached, and he had barely slept a wink because of it, he had come to the conclusion that he would do anything to avoid provoking Svenja again. For the moment, this seemed to be the only option left to him. He had to try to improve Svenja's mood through impeccable behavior if he didn't want to suffer lasting harm here.

Surprised by Leon's spontaneous and unexpected greeting after the previous day's incident, Svenja let him kiss her feet briefly before suddenly bending down to him and gently stroking his head. With soothing words, she comforted him as her hand lovingly ran through his hair.

"It's alright, Leon. Everything's fine. I'm sorry for what I did to you yesterday. I really overreacted there. I don't even know why myself. It just came over me when you tried to leave me at the first opportunity. I've grown quite accustomed to you by now and truly value your company and your services. That's why it's important to me that you feel comfortable here with me. But let's have something to eat first. I've prepared breakfast for us."

Confused by Svenja's unexpected kindness, Leon stopped his efforts to shower her high-arched feet with kisses. Had she really made breakfast for him? In recent days, this blonde beauty had barely lifted a finger, practically letting him carry her around like a servant. Somewhat uncertain, he followed her to the already-set kitchen table. Only after she prompted him twice did Leon nervously sit down across from her. The next hour and a half flew by. Leon genuinely enjoyed every second of being on equal footing with Svenja, who made a real effort to care for him. She chatted with him about everything under the sun, friendly and charming, as if they had been the closest of friends for years.

In those minutes, Leon realized once again just how incredibly attractive Svenja was. Her perfect facial features, her beautiful hair, her slim yet feminine body, all were outshone only by the sweetest smile ever bestowed upon him. For weeks now, he had been crawling before this beauty, his gaze always fixed on the floor at her feet. In all the hours he served her, kissing her feet and even licking her shoes clean, he must have forgotten how stunning Svenja truly was. All he could recall beyond his duties were her feet.

Leon had spent hours each day pampering them. He knew every square millimeter of her slender, highly arched feet inside and out. Svenja had quickly taken great pleasure in feeling her servant's lips and tongue lovingly and tirelessly on her feet. She must have enjoyed it immensely, as hardly a day had passed without him kissing and licking her feet extensively while she relaxed or unwound in front of the TV. What had started as a mere ritual, a small gesture of appreciation and submission, had quickly evolved into one of Svenja's most cherished habits, one she insisted on daily and seemingly couldn't do without anymore.

As much as Leon savored these pleasant moments with Svenja, he couldn't help but question her intentions. Was she genuinely trying to be kind to him after yesterday's incident, or was this just another move in her usually cunning game? Though he found no answer to this question over breakfast, nor did he muster any trust in Svenja, his gut still urging caution, he greatly enjoyed her company. As far as he was concerned, this moment could have lasted forever. But he already suspected that this was just a brief interlude, and Svenja would soon return to her usual routine.

Sure enough, shortly after, Svenja ordered him with a friendly smile to clear the table and then attend to his usual duties. No sooner had Leon finished and Svenja risen from her chair than he instinctively knew what to do next. Though rationally inexplicable and unimaginable to any normal person, he felt an overwhelming urge in that moment to thank Svenja for the breakfast and her kindness. Despite the fact that she had practically tortured him the day before, leaving his face likely still swollen, he suddenly threw himself to his knees before her and began gratefully kissing her feet.

Surprised by this gesture, Svenja grinned from ear to ear. Satisfied, she let Leon kiss her feet, which had been bare since that morning. In the next moment, she propped her right foot on its heel, pointing her toes directly at him. Leon immediately understood the unspoken command and began showering her sole with kisses. Svenja, clearly relishing it, noticed his kissing soon turn into licking. As she pressed her foot more firmly into his face, Leon realized what his beautiful mistress truly desired.

Obediently, he took her foot into his mouth. Almost greedily, he sucked and licked her toes, sliding his tongue between them. Visibly aroused, Svenja savored this display of gratitude as she sank back into her chair. She wiggled her toes in his mouth, urging him to pamper them even more thoroughly with his tongue. As he sucked and licked as if his life depended on it, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of Svenja unbuttoning her pants and slipping her right hand under her underwear. Moments later, her breathing quickened as she seemed to rhythmically stimulate herself with her fingers.

Utterly astonished, Leon continued caressing her other foot, which Svenja had already placed in front of his face. With his spontaneous act of kissing her feet in thanks, he must have hit the mark perfectly. Aroused, Svenja now masturbated, breathlessly spurring him on with gasped words to fuel her own excitement.

"Yes, kiss my feet! Kiss your mistress's feet! That's a good boy. Pamper your mistress's feet nicely."

Shortly after, Svenja leaned back, satisfied and out of breath. Leon was still kissing her feet when she bent down to him again and stroked his head once more.

"You did that very well. I love it when you show your gratitude to me like this. In the future, I'll reward you for good service, by the way. If you make an effort, remain obedient and submissive, you'll earn certain privileges. I'd also appreciate it if you continued showing me, in little gestures like just now, how grateful you are that I've taken you in here. Feel free to get creative. Surprise me. You know by now what I like."

She wiggled her toes demonstratively and grinned down at Leon.

"You've surely noticed how much I enjoy it when you submissively pamper my feet. I never imagined how pleasant and flattering it could be. It even arouses me now when I think about how you willingly serve me as a slave, making me practically your mistress. Mistress Svenja. Sounds pretty good, doesn't it?"

Though he was still kissing her feet, Leon had listened intently to her monologue. Her words were outrageous, dripping with boundless self-absorption, yet something in him seemed to have shifted. Perhaps he had simply grown used to these altered circumstances, or maybe this was just his way of coping with a seemingly hopeless situation. Still, he startled himself when, almost automatically, he responded with three words that slipped from his lips as he lovingly kissed her feet.

"Yes, Mistress Svenja."

Surprised by his reply, Svenja beamed across her pretty face. Completely satisfied, she tossed her blonde mane over her shoulders and looked down at Leon almost tenderly.

"I'm so happy, Leon, that you enjoy serving me. It really means a lot to me. I absolutely love having you as my servant. Nothing better could have happened to me. You seem to like my feet a lot too. We really complement each other perfectly. Maybe we should lean into this even more. Wouldn't that be nice? I could train you to be my perfect foot servant. I love the idea of having a slave just for my feet and shoes. Unfortunately, you still have to take care of my household, so we'll have to find a compromise. But we'll manage that, won't we, Leon?"

Svenja laughed heartily at her rhetorical question and, in the next moment, commanded Leon to get to work as if it were the most natural thing.

"Alright, enough now! I'm meeting my mom soon. We're grabbing coffee in town, and later we might do some shopping since she's already there. While I'm gone, clean the bathroom, and don't forget to scrub the toilet spotless. Got it?"

"Yes, I understand, Svenja," Leon replied quietly and set to work. Moments later, Svenja strutted out of the apartment in at least twelve-centimeter heels, elegantly styled.

As soon as silence fell around Leon, his mind began racing. What was he even doing here? Why was he letting Svenja treat him like this, and above all, why had he just kissed her feet of his own accord? For days, she had treated him like a serf, nearly trampled him half to death, and the moment she showed him a shred of kindness, he was back on the floor, crawling before her and kissing her feet in gratitude.

This couldn't be real! What had happened to him? How could he have sunk so low? Yes, Svenja was undeniably beautiful. But why did he feel almost magnetically drawn to her, even though she mostly treated him like dirt? Though she seemed to value his presence more and more, to her, he was still nothing more than a house slave who, after finishing his chores, got to pamper her feet like a loyal puppy.

She seemed to enjoy it so much by now that it even sexually aroused her when he groveled submissively before her and worshipped her feet. What would Hannah say if she found out that, for weeks, he had been serving this blonde beauty almost willingly as a slave? Would she still talk to him or even want him back?

One thing became clear to Leon in that moment: the longer he stayed here, the harder it would be to break free from Svenja's invisible grip. Deep inside, he already felt drawn to her in a way he couldn't explain. It almost seemed that the more she dominated and humiliated him, the more he desired her.

But where was this leading? He didn't want to spend the rest of his life as the slave of this young, albeit very attractive, woman, licking her shoes clean every day in thanks. At a loss and without the faintest hint of a plan, Leon refocused on cleaning the bathroom. He had no intention of angering Svenja again after scoring some points with her today. With meticulous care, he scrubbed the toilet, knowing how much she valued its cleanliness. After finishing everything thoroughly, he turned to her shoes. It had almost become a ritual for him to clean all the shoes she had worn in the meantime each day.

This time, it was just two pairs of her heels, lightly dusted with street dirt, that needed attention. Once he had cleaned them to his satisfaction, he meticulously arranged all her shoes back in the rack. Minutes later, he heard the apartment door being unlocked from the outside. Almost instinctively, he began crawling to greet Svenja at the door as usual.

But suddenly, out of nowhere, Leon froze as the door opened right in front of him, revealing Svenja accompanied by another woman. In that moment, he wished he could sink into the floor forever, but escape was nearly impossible. Overwhelmed with embarrassment and boundless shame, he averted his gaze downward to avoid meeting the eyes of this stranger who was seeing him under these circumstances for the first time.

As the women entered, chatting, his thoughts spun in a panicked circle. "Oh my God! What's going to happen now?"