"Address only Chloe now, Marc."
"Yes, goddess."
"Good boy," Chloe said.
I shivered in pleasure. "Thank you, Miss Chloe."
"You'll come from this, won't you?"
"Yes, Miss Chloe, on your command."
"You need to move, Marc," Nia said. "On your back, your butt against the wall with your legs up, then scooch even closer, your strong shoulders supporting your weight, all that stretching and yoga you did under female direction helping your flexibility as your legs leave the wall, your back bent, as relaxed as you can be. You may open your eyes. Remove the padding on your arms and chest. Chloe, help him, and remove his nipple clamps. Marc, only your female owner may remove her toys from you, unless she asks you to. You may not ask her."
"Yes, goddess."
"Repeat."
"Only my female owner may remove her toys from me, unless she asks me to. I may not ask her."
"Good boy," Chloe whispered. I shuddered, her praise resonating in me.
I moved as Nia directed, then closed my eyes. It was an uncomfortable position, my knees dipping almost to my ears. Chloe sat on the floor, my head between her smooth toned thighs, her warm trickling sex pressed into the top of my head under her skirt, then moved so she was pinching my engorged nipples between her toes. Chloe removing the clamps felt so freeing, but what she was doing now was stupefying, my nipples so much more sensitive than usual, like a whole new dimension of sensation was opening in front of me.
"I didn't give you permission to close your eyes, Marc. I want you to watch Chloe's feet. Watch as she raises her skirt and they hover over you, flexing and stretching, their motion captivating you. They're such pretty feet. So many horny obedient boys would be in heaven to watch those pretty feet move, making you feel so submissive, so aroused, so fortunate, so unable to think, so willing to be led by this cock wherever she wants. Imagine slathering her toes with their pretty red toenails in oil, watching as her feet reach to your chest and slide against you, teasing you, wriggling, oiling your chest, taking your nipples between her toes, pinching them, feel those engorged nipples, freed now from those clamps that were so humiliating, so stimulating, your blood, your essence filling them, ravenous for pleasure, rising to meet her feet, her toes, her teasing, her pinches."
Chloe was doing everything Nia said, and it was dizzying. I was moaning almost continuously.
"Close your eyes. I want you to imagine Chloe's sexy naked feet together, sole to sole, those lovely arches forming an enticing opening, a gateway to pleasure, so very like her sacred vulva, so precious to you, so worthy of worship, the promised land for horny males that a select few are fortunate and obedient enough to experience at Her pleasure. Her vagina. Imagine this cock, my cock, Chloe's cock, entering that gateway once you've sufficiently begged and She has granted permission. Imagine the pleasure, imagine the bliss. That big hard cock Chloe owns between her feet, trapped, willing, receptive, and completely controlled, receiving ecstasy. Such sexy feet. Chloe knows exactly how sexy they are, how much you desire them, how much you fantasize about them, and it gives her such a sense of power to know that you are helpless to resist. She controls you, she could drain you with a touch or a word, she's learning to give the best footjobs and you are so weak, so helpless to resist. Her feet could be bare or in cute little socks like she's wearing now, or in stockings, perhaps silk stockings with lacy tops, garter straps and a cupless, crotchless teddy, their merest touch a blessing from your domina, your mistress, your goddess, a thing you long for above all else. Her feet own you, her feet control you, her feet command you."
My moaning was punctuated with gasps at each of Chloe's strong pinches, even through her thin socks. It was like a sensory overload. I was so close to orgasm but blocked, knowing somehow that I could continue like this as long as Chloe wanted but wanting so much to come. Wanting so much to please Chloe by coming on her command, wanting so much to please Chloe.
"Chloe has such beautiful feet. Such beautiful legs. Chloe is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and you are so blessed that she likes you and wants to take care of you, to be with you, to allow you to please her. The vision of her feet teasing you, owning you, imprinting themselves into your subconscious mind, the idea of her lovely naked feet touching you, one hooking underneath this cock or these balls while the other moves up and down the shaft, oiled and slick, pressing, teasing you to the edge of ecstasy, you so want to kiss her beautiful feet, to lick and suck and worship her toes, and soon, very soon Marc, you are going to come just from thinking about this while Chloe pinches your nipples, but first you will beg her for release and you will wait for her command, and you will repeat again and again that you are Chloe's foot slave. And when you do come, oh Marc, and you will if you're a good boy, you will come on your face and on Chloe's beautiful naked feet, and you will lick it all up, tasting and swallowing, you will lick it up from Chloe's beautiful feet, and anything you can't reach she will kiss back into your mouth with her sensuously dominant lips and tongue, exactly the thing you want most, the thing you need most. When you come it will cement Chloe's control over your orgasms forever, you will surrender the very last sliver of your free will, and it will be exactly the thing you want most in the world."
I was no longer capable of a coherent response. Overwhelmed by desire, my mind in full flight, delirious, the extreme pleasure from Chloe's toes pinching my nipples and Nia's voice filling my empty head.
"Say it, Marc."
"I am Chloe's willing foot slave."
"Again."
"I am Chloe's willing foot slave."
"Repeat. Again and again."
"I am Chloe's willing foot slave. I am Chloe's willing foot slave, yes I am Chloe's willing foot slave. I am Chloe's willing foot slave. Uhnh, I am Chloe's willing foot slave. I am Chloe's willing foot slave." My voice more pleading each time.
"Beg Chloe for release."
"Please Chloe, please may I come?"
Both women were silent.
"Please Chloe, please. Please may I come?"
Silence.
"Please, please, please. I am your willing foot slave. I want this so much, please let me come, please goddess, please Miss Chloe, please let me come. Command me. Please."
Chloe spoke calmly, almost resignedly. "I will give you permission soon. I will command you to come and I will snap my fingers and you will spasm in helpless pleasure, endless, bottomless pleasure, coming so hard, ceding that last sliver of your free will, coming until I tell you to stop, cementing your obedience to me forever."
"Yes goddess," I whispered.
Chloe's feet stilled on my chest, her toes pinched my nipples hard. "Open your eyes, look deep into mine, and say it again."
I opened my eyes, not thinking, no longer capable of independent thought, just following orders. Her shapely legs, her hair, her beautiful face looking down at me with such tender concern, her lips turning up, her body that I'd only ever fantasized about before today but now had enjoyed in so many ways just as she had -- none of that mattered -- I only had eyes for hers. Upside-down might have been a little disorienting, but I was already far beyond, my vision still somehow tinged red-orange from the crystal that hung from her graceful neck. I whispered.
"I am your willing foot slave, Miss Chloe. I want this so much, please let me come. Make me yours forever. Please goddess, please Miss Chloe, please let me come. Command me. Please."
"Seal the deal with a kiss." She leaned over and we kissed, upside down, her full red lips soft on mine for fully half a minute. It might not have been our first kiss but it felt like one, so gentle and loving. My senses were completely aswirl. "I love you," she whispered.
"Love you," I mouthed.
"Chloe will snap her fingers. Each time she does you will feel a wave of pleasure sweep through your body, stronger each time, overwhelming any stray thoughts still rattling around in that empty horny little head of yours. Each snap, each pinch of your nipples will bring you closer to release, but you won't come until your domina Chloe commands it. If you are fortunate enough that she says 'Good boy' it will grant even more pleasure. Each time one of us says 'clench' you will clench those groin muscles you've practiced so much with today, making you harder than you've ever been, trembling with overwhelming need until you're on your edge, desperate, out of your mind with the need to come, but unable to until Chloe commands it."
"Miss Chloe owns my orgasms," I said.
"Good boy," Chloe said after a few moments, and my entire body thrilled in response. She snapped her long slender fingers and it happened again, trilling up and down my spine. Then again a few seconds later. "Remove my socks. With your teeth. I want to feel your skin against mine, your lips, your tongue. Submitting to my feet, giving them pleasure, which gives you pleasure."
I found that if I took a gentle bite at her heel, I could coax enough of her sock between my teeth to remove it. I kissed her bare foot, heel to toes and back, covering every square inch. Then again with tongue, trying not to tickle. Then the other foot. She bent her leg farther and brought her toes to my lips. I sucked each one in hungrily, licking and tonguing, then between them. Then the other foot. Chloe was sighing, perhaps in pleasure. The foot I wasn't pleasuring was pinching my nipple.
Chloe snapped her fingers and the sound hit me like a lightning bolt, startling, searing me with sensation. "Good boy," she whispered, her voice low and husky, and it was like a rolling aftershock of resonant pleasure.
"Just let go. Stare at my legs as you feel my toes pinching your nipples so much more intimately now. Follow my voice. It feels so good. Do whatever my voice says. Feel yourself losing control to my feet, my legs, my breasts, my voice, my words. Feel yourself submitting, we both know how much you want to. Feel yourself wanting to obey. Feel yourself
NEED
ing to obey. You are so relaxed. You
MUST
obey, you have no choice. Feel yourself going deeper."
I heard what sounded like a page being turned.
"You want me to be in control. My voice compels you. You're sinking deeper and deeper. Remember how you removed my panties, my top, my shoes? Remember how that felt for you, how much I enjoyed your touch, your devotion, how I looked and smelled and tasted and smiled as you pleased me. Think of what I'm still wearing and how you will remove it when I allow you. Remember the sounds I made. Know how much you're pleasing me now, following my voice, going deeper. Obeying. Stare at my legs, see how soft and silky smooth they are. See how they shine in the light? Let their movement entrance you. Think of how hot you make me, how wet I am between these long legs. Think of how hard I make you. This is the natural way of things. There is nothing else but me. I speak, you listen. Deeper and deeper. You get hard when I command it. Your mind swirls. You are putty in my hands. You can't look away from my shapely legs, my sexy feet. I command, you obey. You can't look away. You must obey. You want to obey. You
NEED
to obey. There is nothing but me and how much you want me, how much you want my control. Think only of me and how much you need to obey. I fill your mind. I speak and you obey. You hear my voice and you obey. My voice guides you; you want so much to follow my words. You feel compelled by my voice. You're giving in to me, to my voice and my body and my feet that you love so much. Such a compelling voice. You long to obey every word that passes my lips. Clench."
