My wife, Deborah, and I often enjoy spending time with our neighbors across the street, Julianne and David. We hang out, eat, drink, swim, and lounge around. Things were great for a couple years, but, in recent months, some animosity has developed between Julianne and me. We argue and sometimes get a little insulting. It's not a huge problem, but it did create some tension. I think it would be worse, but she is so scorching hot that I have a bit of a crush on her.
A few weeks ago, we were lounging, swimming, and drinking in our backyard. It was perfect until Julianne and I started arguing and getting on each other's nerves. Things calmed down as we relaxed in our lounge chairs but not without a bit of tension in the air.
After a while, Julianne growled, "Hey, Mike. Get me another beer!" No "please", no "sorry about our argument", just a demand for me to fetch her a beer.
Naturally, I replied, "Get your own damn beer!"
I grinned inwardly as I heard her get up from her lounge chair, happy that she was going to get her own beer. Imagine my shock when she stopped next to me, grabbed my hand, and bent and twisted it, forcing my arm behind me. The pain shooting from my hand to my shoulder was excruciating. I yelped as she used the leverage she had on my arm to yank me out of my lounge chair and force me face-down onto the grass. She placed one bare pedicured foot firmly on the side of my face, pinning my head to the ground. Then, she increased the pressure on my hand and arm. I screamed in pain and yelled for her to let me go. She kept up the pressure and pain as I continued screaming in pain.
She made me beg, made me say Please, then Pretty Please, and made me call her Princess Julianne. The pain was so intense that I immediately obeyed all her demands. Deborah and David lifted their heads up from their lounge chairs, and grinned and laughed at the pain and humiliation I was suffering. Julianne ignored my begging and kept increasing the pressure and pain. I thought I was going to pass out. But, in my desperation, I stumbled upon the magic words. I screamed, "Please, Princess Julianne! Please let me up! I'll do ANYTHING!!!"
Upon hearing those words, Princess Julianne released her grip ever so slightly, and inquired, "Anything?".
Still in extreme pain, I screamed, "Yes! Yes, Princess Julianne! ANYTHING!"
At that, she released my arm and removed her foot from the side of my face. I made my way up to my hands and knees, starting to think about how to recover a bit of my dignity. Those thoughts didn't last long. Princess Julianne stood in front of me, her feet directly below my face.
She grabbed my ear, twisted it, and calmly commanded, "Lick!"
I immediately began licking her feet. Deborah and David were now laughing out loud. After about ten minutes, Princess Julianne pulled her feet away and returned to her lounge chair.
As I started to get up. Princess Julianne growled, "Who told you to stand up, bitch? Crawl over here and continue licking my feet!"
Fearing what she might do to me, I obeyed immediately. For the next half hour, Princess Julianne made me lick the soles of her feet, suck her toes, and lick between her toes. As I licked and sucked her feet and toes clean, she laid out the rules, as Deborah and David laughed and made fun of me for having gotten myself into this painful and humiliating predicament. Julianne calmly explained that I must obey all her orders immediately, and must reply, "Yes, Princess Julianne. Thank you, Princess Julianne". She also told me that if she allowed me to address my wife at all, I am required to address her as "Princess Deborah". At that comment, Deborah smirked and asked me if I thought that was a good idea.
Naturally, I had to reply, "Yes, Princess Deborah."
Lastly, Princess Julianne told me that, if I disobeyed or displeased her, my punishment would be immediate and painful.
She ended her speech with, "Do you believe me, bitch?"
I immediately replied, "Yes, Princess Julianne. Thank you, Princess Julianne."
Princess Julianne then grinned and told me to beg her to let me fetch her a beer. She made me beg for ten minutes, grinning at the irony that my refusal to get her a beer was what caused this entire situation. Red with humiliation, I begged and begged for the honor of being allowed to fetch Princess Julianne a beer. Finally, she gave me permission. I started to rise.
Mistress Julianne growled, "Who told you to stand up, bitch? Crawl! And bring me a pair of your wife's sexiest, frilliest, most feminine panties."
I crawled to the house, as Princess Deborah, Princess Julianne, and David laughed and made fun of me. I found a pair of my wife's sexiest panties, and a cold can of beer. Luckily, the beer can was still in its plastic six-pack holder. This allowed me to carry it (and the panties) between my teeth, so I could crawl back, not wanting to risk the possibility of angering Princess Julianne by walking back out. Princess Deborah, Princess Julianne, and David all laughed at the sight of me crawling back, holding those items between my teeth.
As I approached, Princess Julianne grinned and said, "Good boy."