Irony Of Fate Ch 09

Chapter 9

Although a thousand thoughts were racing through his mind and he trembled all over with shame and simultaneous fear, Leon crawled to Svenja's feet like an obedient little dog and began kissing the tips of her shoes in greeting. In that moment, he even marveled at himself, at how accustomed he had already become to serving Svenja in this way. Curious and shaking her head, the unfamiliar woman followed his every move before looking at Svenja with amusement and delight.

"Well, isn't that something? He really crawls in front of you like a dog, Svenja. You did say he was obedient, but I wouldn't have expected this."

"Not bad, huh, Mom? Yeah, Leon is really something special. At first, it was just out of necessity, but I think by now he serves me willingly. Imagine that. Just today, he kissed my feet to thank me and then even licked them. He almost didn't want to stop. Isn't that cute?"

Svenja's mother looked down at him again in astonishment before smiling at her daughter. "I have to agree, he's really sweet, kneeling there kissing your shoes. And he actually licks your feet too?"

"Of course. I think he enjoys it just as much as I do. But watch this! He doesn't just lick my feet, do you, Leon? Go on, Leon, show my mom how you clean my shoes every day!"

She planted her hands on her hips as he immediately obeyed, running his tongue over the expensive leather of her high heeled shoes. She visibly enjoyed humiliating him in front of her mother, parading him around like a pet. Smug and full of pride, she grinned, completely satisfied with the situation, without sparing a single thought for his feelings. To her, it had already become entirely normal, almost a given, that Leon existed solely to serve her, make her life easier, and provide her with amusement.

"Unbelievable! He's really licking your shoes clean. That's so practical."

"Yeah, it is. But wait, I haven't even introduced you yet. How rude of me. Mom, this is Leon. Leon, this is my mother, Rebekka."

"Hello, Leon. It's a pleasure to meet you. Svenja has told me so much about you that I just had to meet you."

Svenja immediately gave Leon a little nudge with her foot. "Look at my mother when she's speaking to you!"

The young man hesitantly raised his head, filled with shame, and looked at Rebekka. Though meeting Svenja's mother under these circumstances was far from pleasant, he was surprised by Rebekka's attractiveness. She looked more like Svenja's older sister than her mother. Great figure, shoulder-length blonde hair, and dressed very elegantly. Based on her appearance, he would have guessed her to be in her mid-thirties at most.

The former Miss Sweden must have been blessed with excellent genes, which she had undoubtedly passed on to her daughter. No wonder Svenja's father had fallen for this Nordic beauty in an instant.

Since Rebekka was slightly taller than Svenja and also wore very high heels, she exuded a certain air of majesty over Leon from his perspective as he looked up at her. He couldn't explain the feeling, but somehow he felt small and insignificant in her presence. What was wrong with him?

Had he grown so accustomed to obeying in just these few days, or was it simply that he now felt drawn to Svenja and, strangely, didn't want to disappoint her, even though she saw him as little more than a servant?

Soon after, mother and daughter sat chatting in the living room, thoroughly amused, while Leon served them coffee that Svenja had ordered moments earlier. When Leon then knelt before Svenja with his head bowed, as if rehearsed, waiting for further instructions, Rebekka nodded approvingly at her daughter.

Flattered and full of pride, Svenja looked at her mother while casually resting her foot on Leon's head.

"Would you like him to pamper your feet too? He's really skilled at it."

Rebekka agreed immediately. "Why not? I've been wearing these heels all day, and even though the leather is soft, my feet are starting to ache a bit. I hope it doesn't bother him that I've sweated a little in these shoes?"

"No, no, that's no problem for him. He got plenty of experience by now. Besides, he licks the soles of my shoes every day, so some foot scent is a welcome change for him, isn't it, Leon?"

Without waiting for a response, she pushed his head toward her mother with her shoe. "Go on, take off my mom's shoes and pamper her feet. The full treatment, and don't embarrass me after I've praised your skills so much today."

The broken man obeyed instantly. He crawled to Rebekka, kissed the tips of her undoubtedly exorbitantly expensive heels, and then carefully slipped them off. A faint smell of sweat and leather hit his nose as he obediently showered her warm, damp feet with affectionate kisses in greeting.

Though the scent was a bit stronger than Svenja's, Leon didn't find it repulsive or unpleasant. After all, he had spent countless hours over the past weeks worshiping Svenja's feet. Still, this time was different, he wasn't kneeling before Svenja, but her mother.

Just an hour ago, he had never seen this woman in his life, and now he was cleaning the sweaty spaces between her toes with his tongue. For some inexplicable reason, he felt drawn to Svenja, even though she treated him almost like a dog, one that conveniently cleaned her apartment too. But the fact that he was not only being shown off to her mother but also made to serve her in the same way was incredibly humiliating and degrading. Yet deep down, he felt a strange sense of pride in making Svenja happy.

As Leon, torn between emotions, lavished Rebekka's equally arched and perfectly pedicured feet with all the care he could muster, she leaned back, visibly enjoying his submissive attention. For a good hour, he kissed, licked, sucked, and nibbled at her feet without being acknowledged in the slightest. On the contrary, Rebekka and Svenja even talked about him as if he weren't there.

"I have to say, Svenja, you've trained him wonderfully. He really seems born to serve feet. But tell me, does he have any other talents you haven't mentioned?"

The young blonde abruptly set her cup on the table and looked at her mother with an indignant expression. "Mom! Leon lives here as my servant, not my lover. Sure, I love having him pamper my feet, but that's it. I'm not shamelessly taking advantage of his situation. Besides, it'd feel weird to me to let a servant satisfy me."

Rebekka sipped her coffee with a grin, pressing her toes into his mouth. "Oh, Svenja, I didn't realize you were so prudish. You must take after your father more. He wasn't exactly adventurous in that department either."

Svenja's eyes widened in outrage. "Mom! I don't want to hear that about Dad!"

Placating her, Rebekka changed the subject. "Alright, little one. How about this: what if he takes off his shorts now and kisses our feet naked? I'd certainly like to see what he's got."

Svenja grinned at her mother, a bit embarrassed. Though she seemed to find it inappropriate and awkward, she agreed a moment later. "Fine by me. If you really want to see his thing, I'll do you the favor." In a matter-of-fact tone, she ordered Leon to take off his shorts and present himself to them.

As if in a trance, the young man obeyed her command without thinking. Only when he knelt before them completely naked, legs spread and torso upright, and both women visibly amused inspected his genitals, did he wish he could sink into the floor, or better yet, drop dead from shame. Why was he putting up with all this? Why? He had always been known for his confidence and pride. How could he have fallen so low?

When Rebekka unexpectedly took his scrotum in her hand and then even toyed with his penis, it snapped him out of his stupor. Laughing, she seemed to examine his manhood thoroughly, humiliating him beyond measure in front of Svenja.

"It's not exactly huge, but at least average and decent-looking. What do you think, Svenja?"

Her daughter could barely contain her laughter, as the situation undeniably had a comedic edge. But she quickly put an end to his torment, signaling with a finger for him to return to her feet. Almost grateful that Svenja hadn't prolonged this ordeal further, Leon began licking her shoes again. Rebekka, delighted and entertained, watched as she slipped back into her heels.

"Svenja, I can't tell you how much I'm enjoying this afternoon with you and Leon. I haven't had this much fun in ages. He's truly a little gem. So submissive and obedient, he's almost too good to just clean. You should fully train him as a foot servant. It really seems to be his calling. He's just too cute, licking your shoes completely naked like that."

Svenja took the hint and immediately instructed Leon to clean her mother's shoes as well. With a satisfied grin, Rebekka watched as Leon diligently worked to polish her only slightly dirty heels. "Put some effort into it. These are 550 EUR heels, after all."

Obediently, he licked the dusty soles of her shoes in turn as Rebekka presented them to him with evident amusement. Meanwhile, the two women chatted animatedly over another cup of coffee about Svenja's studies and her plans for the future.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I have a little surprise for you. As a reward for your very successful studies so far, I'd like to treat you to a little vacation during the semester break. Since you can only access the financial resources your father left you to a limited extent until you finish your education, I wanted to surprise you with two weeks of luxury vacation. Summer, sun, beach, and everything that comes with it. You can even bring a friend if you'd like. What do you say?"

Before Rebekka could finish, Svenja threw her arms around her, squealing. "You're kidding! Thank you, Mom. Thank you so much, you're the best!"

A moment later, Svenja grew pensive. "But what about Leon? I can't exactly take him with me, and I don't want to leave him here alone either."

Rebekka reassured her immediately. "Oh, that's no problem at all, sweetheart. He can stay with me in the meantime."

"And you're sure that's okay with you, Mom? He definitely won't be a burden."

"Not at all. I'd be happy to do it for you. So don't worry about it and just enjoy your well-deserved vacation. I'll take good care of things and keep him busy. You know how many pairs of shoes I have."

Both women laughed and hugged again. Excited, Svenja called a friend, while Rebekka's attention turned fully to Leon, who was still licking her shoes. Beaming with satisfaction, she slipped off her heels once more to have him kiss her feet again.

Stunned, Leon devotedly caressed the feet of this woman who would soon have control over him for at least fourteen days. Svenja had simply handed him over to her mother for a luxury vacation. Though Rebekka was undeniably attractive and her immediate enthusiasm for him was somewhat flattering, he still felt sold. He couldn't shake the suspicion that Rebekka might have conjured up this surprise vacation on the spot just to get her hands on him.

How he wished he could have gone on vacation with Svenja. Even if she'd had him carry her around as usual, at least he'd have been near her. Instead, he'd now spend two weeks crawling before her mother, who didn't even seem to need to play the high and mighty role.

He spent another hour on his knees before Rebekka until she finally said with a grin, "I'm looking forward to having you, Leon. See you soon," and took her leave. Svenja, already busy with the first vacation preparations, walked her mother to the door, thanking her again with a goodbye kiss for the wonderful surprise.