Stupid Mistae = Severe Penalty

Mathew was in the second week of his new job, working as a gas meter reader in the Birmingham area, following his dismissal from his previous two jobs for bad time keeping. But this time he was determined to make this work and move up in life and even get his own flat, as soon as he could afford it. At twenty-two years old he hated still living at home with his mother and was frequently mocked for it by his mates from school, who had mostly gotten careers and apartments of their own. But Matty felt this all changing now as he drove around a pleasant suburban neighbourhood taking down meter readings in his little black book, before moving on to the next street and doing the same all over again.

That was until he did something very silly whilst reversing the van supplied to him, to get him from one area to another. Whistling happily to himself he daydreamed in the warmth of the sun as he slammed the gear into reverse. Suddenly there was a loud crunching sound behind him. Looking through the mirror now for the first time he could see a shiny black Mercedes tight up behind his van with a furious looking woman sitting in the driver’s seat, together with another shocked looking woman sitting beside her. Turning off the engine and quickly getting out Matthew went back to see the damage only to be faced with a barrage of swearing abuse from the blonde woman who had also gotten out of her car and was looking at the damage.

“You stupid man,” she yelled at him in the street as he struggled to find the words to apologize for not looking in his mirror.

Matty knew it was his fault and could see his new job vanishing before his very eyes. Yes he had reversed into the Mercedes, but the damage was minimal and he was amazed at the overreaction of this woman before him.

That is when the other woman got out of the car, surveyed the damage and said calmly, “You’d better come inside the house and discuss what we are to do about the damage you have caused. I live just three doors up.”

Recognizing the situation he was in and wanting to get off the street and out of others view Mathew moved his van to the side and followed the Mercedes as it pulled up a long driveway. Waiting outside the front door full of apology he suddenly realized how gorgeous the two ladies approaching him were. The driver of the car was a fiery Redhead wearing a black top, short black skirt and knee high black leather boots. Her friend the calmer one of the two was dressed mostly in white apart from her high-heeled black ankle boots that clicked on the driveway as she stepped purposefully toward him. The door was opened and Matthew was beckoned inside.

Standing alone in the doorway the two women went through to another room where he could hear the odd word being said as part of a heated conversation. Something about “could have some fun with him” and “making him pay in another way,” whatever that meant. The fact was, Matthew was a young athletic lad who’s glances towards the two women had not gone unnoticed, and now they were returning with wicked thoughts in their minds.

“Right,” said the Redhead, “ I have talked to my friend and we have decided we are not going to report you to your manager. Instead, we are going to make you pay for your carelessness in another way.”

Matty just smiled, nervously glancing a little too often towards the floor at the words that he had just heard. Matthew lifted his head and said, “ I am really sorry and if there is anything I can do to make it up to you I will.”

Those are the words that he was to come to regret as the whole atmosphere in the room changed very rapidly.

“You are a FUCKING PATHETIC MALE and we are going to make you PAY for the damage with your servitude,” barked the redhead. “Now GET DOWN on your hands and knees you SCUM and crawl through into my lounge.”

Matty was shocked, scared even, but also somewhat excited as this change in mood and found himself doing exactly as he had been told. Waiting on hands and knees for his two tormentors to come through he looked around the room and was drawn to a picture above the fireplace of what looked like the redheaded woman dressed all in black but with a man kneeling before her with his hands bound in rope.

Suddenly Mathew was no longer alone as the two early thirties looking women marched into the room carrying glasses of wine. Sitting in chairs on either side of him they just glared down at him smiling, when the redhead beckoned him over to her. “We have both been out shopping all morning scum and our feet are tired and hot, and you, you pathetic wanker are going to clean and massage our feet for us” Mathew just nodded and took the hint to pull off the redheads ankle boots which revealed her black nylon clad feet before him.

Lifting her foot towards his face she softly but firmly commanded him, “Now Lick my feet clean you piece of SCUM!!”

Matty did as he was told hoping that if he could just please them enough then he would be able to leave with his job still intact. Running his tongue across the redhead’s foot he wanted so much to just get up and walk away, and yet something deep inside him was responding to the very situation in which he found himself. Her feet were pungent and tasted of a perfumed sweat more than anything, drawing Mathew in deeper and deeper into submission. She finally pulled back from him and ordered him to lay on his back.

Laying back Matthew could no longer hide the swelling inside his trousers and did not fight it when the redhead yanked down his zip revealing his hardness for all to see.

“Look, honey the Dirty Bastard is actually enjoying this,” she called, beckoning her friend to join them.

Standing above him the blonde girl grinned as she lifted her heeled boot and pressed down hard on Matty’s cock. She even seemed to be taking great pleasure in using the heel to stab into the soft delicate skin making both of them laugh out wildly. Oh god, he thought, suddenly this was changing for the worse, as the Blonde squeezed Matty’s balls and pulled back his foreskin with the toe of her boot. Precum oozed from Matthew, although he had no idea why and was really in some pain as she continued to press his balls.

Then without warning she lifted her foot and rested the sole over Matthews face and screamed down at him, “Clean your muck from my boot FUCKFACE!!!”

Fearing the anger now present, Mathew started to lick the sole of the Blondes boot. Tasting his own precum from the leather that pressed against his lips.

The two women broke out again in laughter as the poor twenty-two year old male lay helpless, both physically and mentally assaulted below them. Pulling off her boots the Blonde then placed her sweaty bare right foot over Matty’s face. Forcing her toes into his mouth she yelled at him to suck and lick, and clean her feet with his tongue. Then a flash of light hit him. Then another as the redhead snapped off several photographs. Oh god…..no, surely not. Struggling to look up at her, Matthew’s eyes must have pleaded to her as she responded in a gentle voice that they would only ever be shown to anyone should he fail to please them with his submission. Matthew managed the words that he promised to please them as much as he could. He then returned with more vigour than ever to licking the feet of the blonde lady….like it was his last ever meal.

As Matty used his saliva to cleanse the sweat from her feet the redhead sat astride his chest before moving further down and sliding herself onto his throbbing hardness. She started to buck back and forth on him with such speed and passion Matthew knew it would not be long before he exploded inside her. As she started grinding her pubic bone down onto him Matty knew this was it and tried to scream out as spurts of his cum started to escape him. He found himself only to be silenced by the Blonde woman who was now resting all her weight on his face. She steadied herself with the chair arm as she balanced over him, causing Matthew’s face to contort in pain. Matthew did not feel the final throes of his pleasure as he spent his load into the redheaded lady. She screamed in delight as she rode him, till he slipped from her warm wet vaginal lips.

Minutes passed without a word being said by either party until the silence was broken by the redhead once again, “Now FUCK OFF and do not speak a word of this to anyone.”

Matthew struggled to his feet fastening his trousers as quickly as he could, in case the two evil bitches should change their minds. He headed toward the door apologizing all the time. But when he tried to pull the door open he realized it was locked. Turning around he saw both of them grinning again at him.

The redheaded one smiled and said, “Haven’t you forgotten something Mr. meter reader?”

Matty feared the worst, that it was all going to start again when the blonde’s words intercepted his thoughts.

“Get down on your knees and say thank you Mistress to both of us!”

Mathew hated the humiliation but just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. If that was all that was needed to get the fucking key then it was fine.

Kneeling back down again for the last time he looked toward the blonde Bitch and uttered the words, “Thank you Mistress.”

Then turning to face the redheaded one still on his knees he repeated, “Thank you Mistress,” before scrambling for the keys tossed towards him.

Unlocking the door and leaving the key in the lock Matthew sprinted down the driveway and back to his van. His head was full of confusion at what had just taken place, but at least he was free to leave.

All this was two years ago now and Matthew no longer works taking gas meter readings. Upon arriving back at the office he handed in his notice and left without another word being spoken. Matty is now earning much better money as a manager in a warehouse. He has his own flat and his own freedoms, but that fateful day two years ago changed Matthew’s life forever. Something to do with the control and sexual energy all mixed up with his submission had left a permanent mark on him.

He was currently in a relationship with an older woman, and thought life was good at last. Anna was both adventurous and Dominant with him, which he had come to love. But nothing prepared him for the shock one day as he lay on the bed, with his hands bound to the posts. Anna smiled deeply into his eyes, before opening the bedroom door to let a very familiar redheaded face enter the room.

As the redhead grinned wildly Anna just smiled at them both and said, “I believe you have already met my sister, Matthew!”

Then dropping two photographs onto the bed beside him the redhead leaned forward and whispered, “Now about the damage to my car, I think maybe we should discuss it. Don’t you?”