Josh had been sleeping safe in his bed. Dreaming about being back in the college dorms with his few friends, waiting for the results of his exams. A hand gently shaking his shoulder woke him up. Startled, he quickly turned around on the bed, his arms ready to shield his body.
"H-Hey, time to wake up sleepyhead," Dottie said, looking down at him, surprised by his reaction. She was no longer naked like yesterday when he saw her kneeling on the floor after her punishment, she was back in her green shirt and yellow skirt.
"Had a nightmare?" Dottie asked.
"What time is it?" he asked, still not fully rested after last night.
"Just after noon, we're having lunch downstairs, you must be hungry by now, come join us," she explained.
She was right, Josh was famished, having hardly eaten anything yesterday. Josh got up and joined Dottie waiting by his door. They walked downstairs together, without saying a word.
All three of the girls were sitting around the dining table. He heard them talking about something as he and Dottie approached, but as soon as they noticed Dottie and Josh enter the room they turned silent. Josh stopped, each of the girls looking right at him.
Vicky was wearing a tight light gray long sleeve shirt that ended just below her breasts, hugging them snuggly, with dark red shorts. Becka had on a matching black sport bra and shorts. And Gemma was again in just a long dark t-shirt that covered her undies.
Dottie motioned for him to sit down next to Becka and went to the kitchen.
Nobody was saying anything, only awkward silence filled the room.
"You okay?" asked Vicky without looking at him as he sat down.
Josh was startled and quickly responded to her inquiry. "Yes Miss, a little sore still, but I can manage."
"Good," she said, finally looking up at him. When their eyes met she smiled a little.
Josh looked away and blushed, confused and unsure where he stood with her after last night.
"I hope you thought about what you've done and won't make me punish you like that again," she added.
Josh twitched at the memory of the leather strap hitting him over and over again. He felt his cock stir a little.
Dottie placed plates of food in front of each of them and sat down between Vicky and Gemma, across the table from him. It was chicken steak, peas and potatoes.
The girls started eating, hesitantly looking around he decided to start eating too. He had to get as much nourishment as he could.
There was something in the back of his mind, a thought he couldn't get rid of. While last night's punishment was horrible and Josh never wanted to go through something like that again, his body had a different response to it. Any thought back to it filled him with fear, but also with lust and arousal. He couldn't explain it to himself, so he just tried not thinking about it.
During and after finishing their meals the girls talked and gossiped amongst themselves. Josh remained seated looking down at his empty plate, hoping the conversation wouldn't turn to him.
When everyone else finished their meals, Dottie stood up and took everyone's plates and started cleaning them in the sink. Meanwhile the girls got up and walked over to the living room. Becka approached him and took his hand, leading him with them.
She sat him down on the couch next to Vicky and sat on the other side beside him. Vicky's hand started to softly stroke his back.
After Dottie finished with the dishes she sat down on the other couch next to Gemma. Josh noticed Gemma wrap one arm around Dottie and rest her other hand on Dottie's thigh, slowly stroking it.
The girls continued to talk among themselves, only Josh and Dottie remaining silent. Gemma said that she has to go deal with something and would be back later. Dottie, obediently following her, also left. Just before leaving the room she winked at Josh.
Silence enveloped the room again for a bit.
Vicky continued stroking his back. Her nails softly grazing his skin felt as if they were shooting electricity into his back.
"Becka, would you leave us alone for a bit please?" Vicky asked.
"Sure," Becka got up and walked off, leaving Josh and Vicky alone on the couch.
Fear crept up back into Josh's mind.
Was Vicky going to torture him again? What did he do this time?
"So," she said and stopped stroking his back. Josh looked to his side to meet her gaze.
"About last night. I'm sorry okay, I went a little too far I admit, it's just-" she paused and a flash of anger appeared on her face. "You scared me is all," she added.
Oh she was scared? And what about him? After being dragged and strung up in the garage by his hands and whipped, while kept on the edge the entire time, but she was scared?
"I need you to promise me you'll never do something like that again," she said and paused, staring into his eyes.
"I promise I'll never do anything like that again Miss Vicky," he responded.
"Good, I'll choose to trust you slave," she responded and warmly smiled at him, her hand stroking his back again. Hesitantly he smiled back at her.
Josh knew that his promise was genuine. He was way too afraid of her to try and do something like calling her mom again. Dottie was right, it's better to just accept it and wait out the month and a half that he still had in front of him.
Her hand slid up his back and softly caressed his sore neck, her fingers tracing on the red spots that covered it.
"Dottie told me about the collar being too tight, I looked through the stuff that Gemma brought from her sister, there's a nice padded collar in there that should be much easier on your skin than the hard leather of the dog collar," she explained, smiling at him.
Josh responded by giving her a pained look.
Vicky chuckled. "Don't worry, I won't make you wear it just yet, we'll wait for your neck to heal a bit first," she said and her smile turned into a teasing smirk. "Unless you make me of course," she added.
Josh's body twitched at the memory of the collar tightly wrapped around his neck. He hoped she was just kidding.
Vicky examined his face. "Don't get me wrong," her smile disappeared and her face shifted to a colder look. "I won't tolerate any misbehavior. If you wish to be punished, so be it, but I, and probably you as well, would enjoy it much more if you just behave and do as I ask," she elaborated.
Josh froze, imagining Vicky punishing him again, whip in her hand and a smile on her face. The cage holding back the attempts of his cock to get hard.
"Will you do that?" she asked, pulling him out of his fantasies.
"Yes Miss Vicky, I'll behave from now on," he responded sincerely.
She smiled, leaned closer to him and gave him a kiss on the lips. "Good," she added, withdrawing from their kiss and leaning back.
Josh was stunned.
Why was Vicky being nice to him? Just so that she could torment him that much more?
"How's it going?" asked Becka as she returned.
"Great," said Vicky, still staring intently into Josh's shocked eyes. "I think he's starting to get it."
"I hope so," said Becka and picked up the TV remote from the coffee table before plonking down on the couch next to Josh. He was once again squished in between them. Becka turned on the TV and started surfing the channels.
"What would you like to watch?" Vicky asked looking at Josh.
He was still startled from their kiss and tried to quickly come up with something. "Whatever you want Miss."
Vicky smiled and leaned back in her seat, taking her eyes off of him and looking at the TV.
Becka settled on a channel playing old sitcoms.
"Hey that's my favorite episode," said Becka.
"Oh that show is such a bore," said Vicky.
"Nuh-uh, it's great. And you used to love it."
"Maybe. A long time ago," responded Vicky.
Josh remained silent, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere. No longer feeling like he was about to be attacked any moment.
They all watched the show for a while, the girls both leaning on Josh, snuggling up to him. Despite her complaints, Vicky chuckled at multiple of the cheesier jokes on the show.
As the ad break began Vicky stretched her feet up. Josh could see her dainty toes dance as she wriggled them.
"Slave," Vicky started to ask, noticing him staring at her feet. "Would you please massage my feet? They are still sore from my morning exercise."
Josh blushed. "Y-Yes Miss," he got up off of the couch and kneeled on the floor.
He took her left foot into his hands and started massaging it. His fingers softly traced her sole, her foot twitched under his touch. He pressed his thumbs firmly to her soles and applied pressure, with the rest of his fingers softly caressing the top of her foot. Then carefully kneading her toes with his fingers.
Vicky sighed as Josh continued to knead her foot with his hands, his technique seemingly satisfying her. He noticed that her feet had a nice fresh smell, she must have showered after her exercise. Carefully he shuffled on the floor, pretending to just sit up comfortably, but actually sneakingly pressing his nose closer to her feet and sniffing them.
He continued working his fingers on her foot, swapping between her feet every few minutes. His back turned to the TV, drowning out everything else, completely focused on his task.
Her other foot raised up and poked his forehead. Josh looked up at her, both her and Becka were looking down at him with wide grins on their faces.
"You got a little lost in that didn't you slave?" Vicky asked with a hint of mockery.
"Y-Yes Miss Vicky, I'm sorry I-"
"Oh, no need to apologize slave," she said and gave him a sly smirk. "I think Becka would appreciate some of your fingers' attention on her feet too, she still hasn't showered after her morning run."
Josh turned to Becka smiling down at him, her feet already raised expecting his hands. He shuffled a little on the floor toward her and started massaging her foot as he did for Vicky. Her feet were large, Vicky's were tiny in comparison.
The odor of her feet hit his nostrils almost immediately and it was a lot stronger than the sweet aroma of Vicky's feet. Josh breathed in a deep breath, it was intoxicating. A satisfied expression crept on Josh's face, much to the delight of Becka who watched him and started giggling and wiggled her toes under his nose.
Josh blushed and returned to kneading her hard soles with his hands, it was clear she was an athlete. His eyes glanced up to adore her legs, her muscles shifting as he worked her feet between his hands.
Josh continued working her feet and admiring her physique as the girls watched TV and gossiped, occasionally sneaking a glance at him.
"That's enough I think," said Vicky after at least half an hour.
He let go of Becka's feet and started to get up to join them on the couch again for some snuggles.
"Not so fast slave," said Vicky.
His eyes met hers. He was scared of some upcoming punishment, but he saw no malice in her eyes.
Vicky examined his scared face and smirked. "We want to rest our feet up, you wouldn't have us put our feet on the coffee table though would you? What would my mother think of that? No, I think we'll use your back instead, you don't mind do you?" she asked as Becka chuckled next to her.
