Irony Of Fate Ch 11

Chapter 11 - final chapter

Two weeks later, Leon woke up dazed very early in the morning. Huddled, he was still in the small cage where he had to spend the nights since arriving at Rebekka's. It could hardly be called sleep, as he woke every few hours from the monotonous position, with either an arm or a leg numb. Additionally, she fixed one of her frequently worn shoes over his mouth and nose every night, forcing him to inhale the intense scent of the shoe continuously. This not only amused Rebekka but was also meant to accustom him to the smell of her feet and shoes.

Indeed, those days had left clear marks on Leon, during which he was dominated by this woman almost around the clock. Without regard for his feelings, she used him unabashedly to fulfill her selfish power fantasies and desires. Several times a day, the beautiful Swede had Leon orally pamper and satisfy her. In this short time, Rebekka had developed a veritable fondness for having him beg and worship her. Thus, Leon spent countless hours adoring and caressing her perfectly pedicured feet while submissively paying homage to her.

With a decadent smile, she enjoyed how the now well-trained Leon even thanked her for it and licked her shoes like an obedient puppy. By now, the whole thing had become an automatic routine for Leon. His time with Svenja and the strong feelings he had developed for her increasingly led him to internalize his role as a submissive servant. He wanted nothing more than to avoid disappointing Svenja, who had instructed him before her departure to serve Rebekka obediently as well.

Although Rebekka was far stricter and more demanding toward him than her adored daughter, serving and obeying had gradually become second nature to him. Completely devoid of will, he followed every command of the beautiful lady, who took great pleasure in constantly humiliating and degrading him. Still, Leon thought of Svenja every second, missing her with every fiber of his being.

When Leon was let out of the cage by Rebekka as usual in the morning and immediately kissed her feet in greeting and thanks, she smiled at him kindly.

"Good morning, Leon. You may continue kissing my feet, as I have something to tell you," she said.

"Yes, Mistress Rebekka," he replied quietly, tenderly kissing her feet.

"I can hardly believe it myself, but tonight Svenja is actually returning from her vacation. These two weeks have flown by for me. I am truly very pleased with you. You are truly a born servant. Your submissiveness and almost sacrificial willingness to serve me have deeply impressed me. Therefore, I wanted to inform you that I intend to keep you here forever," Rebekka continued.

From one second to the next, Leon froze. She couldn't be serious, could she? He belonged to Svenja, and he had endured all this only to make her happy. His stay here was supposed to be temporary, and now Rebekka actually planned to keep him? Speechless, Leon felt paralyzed with shock. Yet he continued to kiss Rebekka's feet devotedly. Although he was inwardly raging with indignation at her statement, he couldn't bring himself to contradict her. Had he truly become so immersed in his role as a submissive servant that it had become part of him? Or was this perhaps an unconscious side of him that he had previously suppressed, only brought to light through his experiences with Svenja and Rebekka? Leon didn't know.

Silent seconds later, as Rebekka contentedly and self-absorbedly let her feet be kissed, she continued her monologue. "I've already spoken to Svenja about this several times on the phone, and she agrees that you should stay with me permanently. By the way, it wasn't easy to convince her. Svenja seems to have really taken you to heart. I had to pull out all the stops to persuade her. But with a fully equipped convertible, she finally gave in."

At that moment, Leon's world collapsed. So Svenja hadn't just temporarily traded him for a luxury vacation but had now actually given him up to her mother for a car without a roof. This couldn't be true. He had been so sure that Svenja must feel something for him too. How could this go on? He couldn't serve this self-absorbed woman as a slave until the end of his days. Even though she was Svenja's mother and incredibly attractive for her age, his heart broke at the mere thought of being permanently separated from Svenja.

While Leon, still in shock, fought tears of despair and disappointment, Rebekka skillfully put a dog collar around his neck and attached a chain to it. "Oh, Leon, when I think of the wonderful moments you'll give me in the future, it almost tingles with joy, if you'll forgive the vulgar expression. I can't wait to intensify your training and push your devotion and submissiveness beyond their limits. Perhaps one day you'll even enjoy very special delicacies, but all in due time."

Amused by her own speech, Rebekka slipped into elegant mules and led the still completely shocked Leon by the chain out of her bedroom. A few hours later, as Leon was massaging Rebekka's soles with long tongue strokes as usual at that time, while she relaxed on a comfortable lounger in the garden, her mobile phone suddenly rang.

After a brief conversation, Rebekka casually informed Leon, "Svenja has landed in Munich as planned and is now only a few kilometers away." However, she didn't tell him the exact reason for this unscheduled visit. Leon immediately noticed that Rebekka wasn't exactly pleased about it, as she seemed somewhat restless and agitated.

Also surprised by this unexpected call, Leon, in his desperation, immediately found new hope. Had Svenja perhaps changed her mind and was now on her way to tell her mother in person? The mere hint of this possibility uplifted Leon so much that he impatiently counted the minutes until her arrival, which felt like hours to him.

Finally, after what seemed like half an eternity, Svenja's BMW reached the estate after a few minutes. Hardly had Leon crawled euphorically behind Rebekka to the front door when his breath caught as he saw who unexpectedly stepped out of the white BMW next to Svenja.

At first, he didn't trust his eyes, but even after looking several times, it remained the same. It was really Hannah. His heart immediately pounded in his throat as pure panic increasingly took hold of him. This couldn't be true. Hannah had apparently not only spent two weeks on vacation with Svenja but was already grinning from ear to ear as she approached the already open door together with Svenja.

The sight he presented, half-naked on his knees and on a dog leash next to Rebekka, must have been hilarious for his former partner. While a thousand thoughts about the background and possible consequences of this moment raced through Leon's head, the two women had already entered the house and closed the front door.

After a brief introduction, during which Rebekka immediately instructed Leon to kiss Svenja's and her companion's feet in greeting, Hannah suddenly couldn't contain herself and burst into loud laughter. After calming down a bit after a few seconds, she shook her head in disbelief, fixing Leon with a contemptuous expression. "I can't believe it! Svenja hinted at something, but honestly, I didn't think it was possible that you'd be crawling around here on all fours. I had to see it with my own eyes. What's wrong with you? Did you fall on your head a few times, or were you always this perverse, and I just didn't notice?"

Highly amused, Rebekka explained to Hannah, "Leon's place in life is simply at a woman's feet, and his qualities lie more in serving and obeying." As she casually ordered him to kiss her feet, she added with a grin, "So don't worry about it, Hannah. He's really not suited as a partner, but he makes a pretty decent house slave. Don't you think?"

But instead of laughing at Rebekka's statement, Hannah's expression darkened further. Bitterly, she snapped down at Leon, who was still obediently kissing Rebekka's feet. "When I think about how long I wasted my life with you, I could puke. I gave you my best years. And for what?"

Overwhelmed by her emotions, she suddenly began kicking Leon while continuing to insult and berate him. As Leon immediately writhed in pain on the floor, Svenja, who had so far only watched the events attentively, kindly asked, "Hannah, please stop."

But when Rebekka, highly amused by this unexpected action, indirectly signaled her approval, there was no holding Hannah back. Like a fury, she began kicking the defenseless Leon with her pointed heels and soles, who curled up like a worm on the floor seeking protection. When she kicked him in the head several times in a row with enthusiastic laughter, Svenja looked at her mother with concern.

"This has to stop, Mom! She's going to kill him!" Svenja pleaded.

But Rebekka only reprimanded her, "Be quiet, Svenja, when adults are talking. Besides, I can do whatever I want with him. You're the one who traded him to me for a convertible, didn't you? So spare me your hypocrisy!"

Helplessly, Svenja now looked back and forth between her mother and Leon, who was still being kicked in the head by Hannah, already bleeding. While she repeatedly asked Hannah in vain to stop, her gaze now darted faster and faster between Rebekka and the tormented man at her feet.

Suddenly, out of the blue, Svenja, raging with anger, lunged at the completely surprised Hannah and struck her with full force in the face. Reeling from the blow, Hannah staggered back, dazed with pain. In a fraction of a second, blood gushed from her nose like a mountain stream. "Damn it, Svenja! You probably broke my nose!" Hannah exclaimed.

Unfazed, Svenja only defiantly looked into her mother's eyes before turning to Leon, who, still curled up on the floor, was equally surprised by this action. "Come on, Leon! What are you waiting for? Get your butt in the car before I change my mind!"

As Svenja now extended her hand to help him up, there was a brief moment of complete silence. In the next moment, the battered and utterly confused Leon grabbed Svenja's saving hand, rose painfully from the floor, and hobbled quickly out of the house toward Svenja's car. He kept looking back worriedly to see if Svenja was really following him or if this was all just a dream or a joke.

After Rebekka recovered from the shock of her daughter's audacious act, she shouted after her, furious, "Have you completely lost your mind, Svenja!"

When Svenja didn't even turn around but instead energetically tossed Hannah's luggage out of her car's trunk, Rebekka's patience finally snapped. "If you run off with that crawler now, don't bother coming back here! Do you understand, Svenja! And you can forget about the convertible too. Do you hear me, Svenja?"

As Svenja now opened the driver's door of her car and casually put on her sunglasses with the other hand, she finally turned to her mother. "Not everything in life is for sale. I love you too, Mom."

In the next moment, Svenja had already climbed into the car with Leon under the stunned eyes of her speechless mother, speeding off from the parental estate with squealing tires. All that remained was the stirred-up dust of the unpaved road, which seemed to settle only slowly.

The sun was already setting as the two fugitives reached the highway entrance. Leon still couldn't believe that Svenja had really fought for him and even broken with her mother for it. Never before had anyone done something like that for him. Strangely, he would have loved to kiss her feet in thanks right now.

Her blonde hair glowed golden in the already low sun as she briefly turned to him at that moment and took his hand. Smiling, she began to tease him. "When we get home, we'll have to patch you up first. Don't want you turning into a care case, making me take care of you."

With a mischievous grin, she squeezed his hand, shifted into sixth gear, and turned on the radio. Happily, Leon leaned back with a smile on his lips as they drove toward a shared future.

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