19,400

0

0.0
/5

Reborn a Servant

She loves using hubby as personal slave boy.

Lori’s eyes skimmed the pages of her newest paperback with a speed gained from many hours of such excursions into romance and chivalry. Whenever a paragraph concentrated on the hero of the story, one Nathaniel Broom, she’d sigh and squirm just a bit, imagining such a man sweeping her into his arms and mauling her lips with his. Often during these “moistening” paragraphs, she’d pry her eyes away from the written page just long enough to flip the cover flat to admire the cover artist’s rendering of the brashly masculine Mr. Broom, the fiery, romantic rogue who continually swept the lucky Druscilla McVey off her haughty, aristocratic feet. The Victorian settings, the intrigue, the dark scandals and the sizzling chemistry between Nathaniel and Druscilla made the six buck price tag for the book worth every penny.

As she invisibly intruded on the lives of Nathaniel and Druscilla, cool air swept between her toes and soothed them, made them tingle pleasantly. It stopped for a moment, then continued, wafting around and through her toes, dancing partially along her instep and the ball of her foot. It felt dreamy, a delicious contrast to the dry heat of the day. She stretched and splayed her toes, allowing the air unfettered movement between them. She sighed aloud and then returned to Mr. Broom and his willing captive.

“Daniella Irons can be such a wimp,” Lori murmured aloud as she lounged back in her heavily cushioned wooden lawn chair, “but she does have some scrumptiously masculine hunks populating her books. This Nathaniel fellow could hop in my bed any time he pleased.” She felt a delicious twinge between her thighs at the thought.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” Thomas asked, lifting his eyes up to look questioningly at her, his head tilted to one side as if he thought he might’ve missed something important.

“Nothing….nothing,” Lori sighed, her mind a relaxed yet stimulated mixture of the brawny Nathaniel and the dreamy comfort at her feet. “Just thinking out loud, is all. Nothing to concern yourself with. Continue, please. In fact, don’t EVER stop. What you’re doing is simply wonderful.”

Instantly, the coolness began to circulate about the toes of her other foot, eliciting another sigh, causing her eyelids to flutter to a gentle close. This second set of toes likewise did their best to keep that heavenly coolness wafting around and between them. Enjoying the soothing gusts on her feet, Lori sat back in her chair, setting the book down on her lap for the moment. She smiled. “Yes,” she thought, “Nathaniel is one hard-bodied hunk of a male, but would he do THAT for a lady? Would he sacrifice his macho pride to please and pamper his woman in all these LITTLE ways? Sure, I’ll bet he can fuck like a bull rhino, but can he make a woman’s FEET feel good like my faithful Thomas can?”

Her eyes fluttered open again. She looked down beyond her outstretched legs, below the well-turned ankles. Just as her mellowed eyes focused on her brightly painted toes, Thomas turned away for a moment. Bending down, he lifted a glass to his lips. The clink of ice could be heard as he tilted the glass up, his head back. When a goodly amount of ice had entered his mouth, puckering his cheeks slightly like those of a food-hoarding gerbil, he placed the glass back down on the small tray beside Lori’s chair.

He did not chew the ice, nor did he swallow it directly. Rather, keeping it inside his mouth, he turned back to the task at hand. Lifting both of Lori’s feet by the heels, he leaned forward until his lips were no more than an inch from the undersides of her toes. Puckering his lips into a well-rounded “O” shape, he blew a forceful gust of ice-cooled air from between them…directly onto Lori’s appreciative toes. His tongue worked constantly around the ice, and he swallowed frequently to prevent any unwanted discharge of liquid onto her feet.

“Mmmm,” she cooed, “that’s just incredible. You are the best foot boy ever.”

Looking to see what reaction that statement would bring, Lori was pleased to see that Thomas did not stop blowing on her feet for even a second. However, he was blushing ever so sweetly. And she could see a definite look of pride in that rosy cheeked face. As if that wasn’t satisfying enough, the compliment induced him to work even harder at pleasing her, cooling her feet as best he could on this hot summer afternoon.

lingerie

“Yes,” Lori said, continuing her thoughts about Nathaniel, but once again unintentionally aloud. “Oh, yes…Nathaniel is one lusty man, all right. But would he be willing to sit down there at my feet and blow on them for hours at a time to keep them cool and comfy for me?” She looked to see if Thomas would react, or maybe venture an answer. He didn’t. He continued blowing on her feet, now moving from sole to sole, his puckered lips blowing continuously in a long, slow path from toes to heels. So cool…so refreshing.

“And afterwards,” Lori continued, “would he use that ice cooled mouth to worship my feet, to suck my toes with frigid lips, lick my soles and insteps with a chilly tongue? Would he then happily dry my feet thoroughly before massaging them completely with both his hands AND his lips? And could I count on the cocky Nathaniel to sit and patiently give all ten of my pretty toes a brand new paint job? No, I think not. For all his rugged good looks, he has no idea of how to TRULY worship and pamper a woman.” Lori sat up and leaned forward, running her fingers through Thomas’s hair. “Now, my faithful foot boy, on the other hand, will worship my feet until I tell him to stop, pamper them beyond my wildest expectations…and then service all my other needs, besides! Put THAT in your fancy leggings, Nathaniel Broom! I can get my body worshipped and serviced in any way I choose, for as long as I wish. And as for a good, hard riding crop between my legs, well, my little pet here can give me that as well!” Petting Thomas’s head briefly, she then sat back again, closed her eyes, and sighed, a dreamy smile curling her lips.

“Now my pet,” she said softly, “use those nice, cool lips of yours to worship and massage my feet all over. Do it like you did the other day. That was amazing. Then, fill your mouth with ice again and let my toes play in it. I want to wiggle them in icy water while you suck on them.” Just talking about it was getting Lori incredibly hot, though that heat was thankfully more centrally located on her body, and not on her feet. More than just her toes were tingling now! Her toes tingled a refreshed, cooled tingle…the rest of her a warm, enticing one.

Thomas’s lips were still quite cold when he began kissing her feet. Massaging them with his lips caused them to warm up fairly quickly, and he had to keep replenishing the ice in his mouth, even allow the ice in the glass to rest on his lips for a bit before taking it into his mouth. But he managed to keep his mouth, inside and out, cool enough for the purposes at hand.

Opening her eyes briefly, Lori smiled down at him. Then she closed her eyes again. She settled back into the luxuriant pillows, sighing at the dimming sky. The book, Nathaniel and Druscilla, had been completely forgotten. It slipped off her lap and fell to the grass below. No longer was it thoughts of Nathaniel’s hard body that was making her squirm. Now it was an ice-cooled, hard working mouth kissing, sucking and lapping at her feet that was causing her to moisten. She licked her lips, sighing her pleasure for a very long time. She allowed that ambitious mouth to soothe and worship her feet until the blazing sun lost its ferocity. The heat abated – except that which sizzled between her legs. The light beyond her closed eyelids dimmed. The rest of her body slowly became almost – though not quite – as cool as her feet by the time she dreamily opened her eyes once more.

It was dusk. The sun had traveled across the sky, weakening minute by minute. When she finally looked down at Thomas, his mouth still going from glass of mostly melted ice to her pampered feet, she could barely make out his features in the encroaching darkness. Still he kissed, licked and sucked. Still he gave his all to please her. It made her smile, caused her heart to race. He worked so hard to make her happy. And as she looked down at her faithful foot boy she couldn’t help but wonder. Was Druscilla getting the short end of the stick? Maybe she should write to Daniella Irons and suggest she make Dru more aggressive in her next novel. More…demanding. Maybe she should even tell her about Thomas, and suggest Druscilla tame the blustering Nathaniel until he sat at her feet just like her doting foot boy, working so fretfully hard to please her. And using much more than just an arrogant cock to do it.

Then she pondered the idea. Nah…if all women knew they could have attractive, sexy men fawning over them like puppies and then fuck them like a wild animal afterwards, it would make her relationship with Thomas…well…less special. It’s his uniqueness in his willingness to please unconditionally that most excites her. He’s one of a kind. On his knees, worshipping every inch of her body in whatever ways titillate her, then letting loose his amazing cock when she wants it. Could it possibly get any better than that? No…men like Thomas are a well kept secret. And that’s the way it should stay.

Finally, the sun almost completely gone, Lori sat up, taking her feet from the exhausted Thomas. “That was delightful, as always,” she said to him, “but you need a break before I find other ways for you to satisfy me. Put my shoes on my feet and let’s go inside. My feet will need more attention, but there’s more I need from you, too. I’ll need my nightly massage and bath, but I’ll give you such delicious rewards that it’ll all be worthwhile.” She smiled at him, her wicked look barely visible in the gloom.

After Thomas had slipped her shoes onto her still tingling feet, she stood up and began to walk toward the house, knowing full well that her sexy foot boy would follow along behind her immediately. She stopped short. Thomas almost walked into her. Looking down, Lori chuckled softly. Seeing her book lying in the soft grass, she kicked it with cool, comfortable toes. It sailed away into the darkness.

“Druscilla,” she scoffed, “What a wimp. All that sexy hunka male, and she has no clue how to use him to best advantage. I however, will not make that mistake.” She turned and looked at Thomas, undressing him with her eyes. “Follow me, my pet…you’ve got a lot of work still ahead of you.”

The Enhanced Male

“Yes, ma’am.” he said quietly and politely. “Thank you, Mistress Lori. You know I’m always eager to please you in any way I can.”

“Yes, I know, Thomas. And please me you shall. Come along.”

Lori strode to the house, proud and haughty. Thomas followed along behind her. Both of them were already thinking in great detail about what was to follow. Each felt lucky to have found someone so perfect for them. Both were excited and tingling with expectation. Thomas followed Lori into the sprawling, Victorian style house. He closed the door behind them. And he knew his chores – though extremely pleasant ones, to be sure – had only just begun. And God, did he want to jump up and down with pure joy.

Lori just tried to keep from having an orgasm as she walked along, straight and tall…thinking of the paces she would be putting her slave through for the rest of the night. And make no mistake about it, whether he derived joy from it or not, and whether he was a foot slave or body slave or whatever…he was indeed her slave, servicing all her needs….from her head to her toes. And the compliant Thomas was in for quite a workout this night, for she was burning with a need that would be extremely difficult to appease. She foresaw the poor Thomas gasping for air and prostrate with exhaustion before she was through with him. And it made her smile.

As her high and mighty feet whisked her through the cavernous main hallway, Lori was eager to begin her night of pampering and pleasuring. There was no room in her plans for anything short of instant obedience on Thomas’s part. She was much too sexually energized for that. She needed to be fawned over, catered to, and completely satisfied. So idle pleasantries were out of the question.

“Fetch me a tall glass of wine, my pet. Bring it to me in the living room. I’ll be on my chaise lounge, relaxing before we begin. After you’ve brought me my drink, hurry upstairs and draw my bath. Put in my favorite oil, but fill the tub slowly. I want you to have time to massage me before you give me my bath. Hurry…I’m eager to feel those strong hands of yours all over me.”

Thomas’s “Yes, ma’am,” was barely audible as he hurried to the kitchen to get the wine. He was even quicker than Lori had hoped, serving her her drink in just a few scant minutes. With a satisfied smile, she realized that he must be as eager to get on with things as she was, though he never allowed his face to show it. It was not a slave’s place to show desire. And it was a never-ending source of humor and pleasure for Lori to see how hard he fought to hide it. Tonight, he fought fiercely to keep it from showing, but his success was minimal at best.

When he brought back the wine, Thomas said quietly, “Your wine, ma’am.”

“Thank you, Thomas. Now, before you leave to draw my bath, kindly remove your briefs.” Grinning down at his crotch, she noted, “I can see you’re already…stimulated. No sense in hiding what can’t be hidden under such circumstances anyway, is there?”

Blushing considerably, he replied, “No, ma’am,” and tugged down his skimpy cotton briefs. It was all he was allowed to wear in Lori’s presence, unless there were some reason why such a delicious decadence on Lori’s part would not be practical…or legal.

Stepping out of his briefs, he then bent to pick them up. When he stood up again, Lori watched his genitals jiggle from his movements. She smiled. Already his penis was at least half erect. He may have somewhat mastered hiding his desires facially, but he could never hide the throbbing desire between his legs. And even after all these years, he still blushed a tiny bit when he stood naked before his Mistress and she ogled him openly. Lori casually sipped her wine as her eyes took in every detail of his inflating cock and the huge, sperm-filled sack behind it. Her eyes crawled over him with deliberate slowness. She looked at him like the sex object he was, sipping her wine, licking her lips hungrily. This was an incredible turn on for her, him standing there naked, aroused, just a bit embarrassed by her dehumanizing stares. This went on for some time, Lori taking great pleasure from her humbling objectification of her most prized possession.

“Come here, Thomas,” she smiled, eyes twinkling wickedly.

Without a second’s hesitation, he walked over to her, stopping a foot or so from where she lounged comfortably. He knew what she wanted, and exactly where he was supposed to stand. Shuddering with expectation, he stood motionless, arms behind his back, legs slightly spread, hips pushed ever so slightly forward. It was the stance he’d been trained to assume when presenting himself to her for whatever personal gratification she had in mind.

Sighing, Lori took another sip of wine, then reached out with her unoccupied hand and fondled her slave’s “hardware.” Teasing fingers stroked him lightly, jiggled his sack, enjoying the manly feel of his formidable package. What made it even more enjoyable for Lori was how he stood there, his posture of spread legs and thrust forward hips offering himself to her for her groping pleasure. She loved that. Him displaying himself like that to her for her to fondle at will was an even bigger turn on than the fondling itself. It made him truly her plaything, her property. It made her wet every time she did it.

Sigh after sigh escaped Lori’s mouth as she squeezed and stroked her doting foot boy. She loved the feel of his hard testicles rolling around in his soft sack as she played with it. The steady rise and growing throb of his shaft mesmerized her. Her fingers explored freely, knowing he’d let her do as she pleased…as she HAD done so many times before. Her hand did not want to leave that warm, delectable area. And her eyes dulled in a trancelike state as she watched him grow long and firm in her hand.

Lori’s pulse began to race. The area between her legs started bubbling and boiling deep inside. She was losing the ability to think clearly. She wanted to stroke him to orgasm, lick that fine tool, shove it between her legs. But a Mistress can’t do such things, at least not right off. A slave has to EARN such honors. He has to pamper his Mistress, cater to her, prove his loyalty…and prove he is worthy of such attentions from her. Then, only after he’s exhausted himself seeing to HER needs, would she deign to give him the pleasure he craves. That’s how a Mistress keeps her slaves coming back for more. Her pleasure and satisfaction are paramount….his are incidental. It worked for both of them, as it has for all dominants and submissives throughout the ages.

Abruptly, Lori stopped toying with her slave. If she continued, his performance as a masseur and bath servant would surely suffer, because she would be too busy using him as a stud for either of those things to occur at all. It would not do to exhaust him before his duties – even above and beyond her sexual pleasure – had been completed.

With a final squeeze of his sack and some light-fingered kneading of his penis from its base to its tip, Lori reluctantly released his genitals. The long, thick shaft continued to bob slightly as blood continued to pulse through it. The dangling testicles behind it seemed to still be priming for semen ejection, though they were forced to slowly relax and retain their cargo. Thomas’s face was flushed with desire, though he fought with every fiber of his being not to let his expression show any of that desire. To him, that would be insolence, and he would never even CONSIDER such a thing in Lori’s presence.

Reeling herself in, Lori looked into Thomas’s eyes and said quietly, “Go run my bath, then get back here quickly to massage me. You know how I get when I fondle you like this. Hurry, now. I need to be relaxed right away.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Thomas said, his face still rosy.

Instantly, he turned to head for the bathroom. As he rushed toward the doorway, Lori ogled his firm body again, this time visually feasting on his tight buns, thick-muscled thighs and strong upper body. Thinking back to her discarded novel, she muttered, “Eat your heart out, Nathaniel. My Thomas is every bit the stud you are…and he’ll do ANYTHING I tell him to. He’ll soon be pleasing me in ways you’d never even CONSIDER for that milquetoast, Druscilla.”

Biting her lower lip and squeezing her thighs together, Lori continued to watch Thomas as he ascended the stairs to the Master Bath. The clenching of his cheek muscles as his legs carried him ever upward was making her hotter by the second. She sighed dejectedly when he’d ascended the steps to the point where she could no longer see him beyond the frame of the door. But immediately she grinned again, awaiting the even more delicious frontal view as her hunky Thomas made his way back down to her.

In a few minutes, she heard the water running in the bath. Then she once again saw her boy-toy/body servant as he descended the stairs, towel and massage oils in hand. She took extra delight in watching his cock and balls bouncing as he bounded quickly down the steps. He was still swollen with desire. His penis wasn’t the least bit deflated from when she’d fondled it. That was a good sign. He’d maintained his desire, his need…and that would translate into excellent service when he massaged and bathed her….and later, when he became her lust-crazed stud.

“Are you ready for your massage, Mistress Lori?” Thomas asked, jolting her from her reverie.

“Yes, Thomas. You may remove my clothing and begin,” she said, standing up next to the chaise.

Lori’s sun dress and sandals were quickly removed. Thomas knelt to remove the shoes, then stood to slip the thin straps of the dress off Lori’s tanned shoulders. He didn’t let it drop to the floor. Rather, he held it in his hands and slowly knelt, bringing the dress down with him. When he’d lowered it to her feet, Lori simply stepped out of it, standing before his adoring eyes now wearing only her soft, white panties. As always, Thomas’s hands shook as he removed those panties. Also as always, his eyes never left her soft-curled triangle and the cleft it surrounded as he lowered the panties. Her sex, her royal pussy. More than anything – even more than the beautiful feet that first enslaved him, or her tempting ass and breasts – Lori’s sweet, succulent honeypot held him enthralled, enslaved for all time. He never tired of admiring it, adoring it, craving it…existing every second to please it.

Lori stood there, allowing his eyes to devour her pussy. She stroked his hair, almost petting him. She stepped out of the panties, and he held them in his hands for a long time as he continued to visually adore her now glistening slit. She could see in his eyes that he wanted to kiss it, mash his mouth on it passionately, worship it…and her. She loved that look in his eyes, and that’s why she always let him stare at her pussy. Because the more he stared, the more he desired, and the more she owned him.

With a twinkle in her eye, she asked, “Would my faithful servant like to kiss his Mistress’s pussy before he massages her?”

Thomas’s head immediately shot upward, his eyes looking longingly into hers. His pupils were dilated and his mouth hung open. There was no hiding his desire now. But the desire on his face was clouded over by doubt. Lori rarely gave him such an honor until after she’d been massaged and bathed. She believed that a slave should EARN such rewards, and they shouldn’t be given out lightly. But, nonetheless, with a hopeful look in his eyes, Thomas bobbed his head eagerly. “Oh, yes, Mistress…I would LOVE to kiss it. May I? Please?” He fought hard to keep his voice deep and masculine, but the desire in it raised the pitch just enough to register clearly on Lori’s ears.

To Lori’s way of thinking, there was nothing more delicious than a man on his knees, eyes eager as a puppy’s, begging to put his head between her legs. True, all she had in mind was letting him kiss it, but that would be enough. His eagerness to do that – and only that – was joy enough…for now. She so loved teasing and tormenting him…giving him little scraps of joy. It made him the absolute hottest lover when she needed him to be. A little teasing and seduction, and she’d have a snorting, ramming stud servicing her more carnal needs all night long.

“If I let you kiss it,” she cooed, stroking his cheek with her fingertips, “will you promise to ONLY kiss it, and not try to lick it or anything else? Can you promise me that, Thomas?”

Thomas knew full well that doing anything Lori didn’t want done could be reason enough for her to not only dismiss him for the night, but toss him out of her home altogether…forever. He’d be crazy to take that kind of risk for just a quick, unfulfilling lick that she would immediately put a stop to anyway. So, of course, he agreed to her terms. He always did.

“Of course, Mistress,” he said, “I only want to properly worship it if you so wish me to. I would never take liberties, you know that.” He almost had an indignant look on his face, which amused Lori no end. And during this reply, his posture was not slumped, but tall and straight, trying to look strong and proud. The combination of his being on his knees almost pleading to kiss between her legs and yet attempting to look anything BUT submissive was at the same time humorous and exciting. While Lori liked her men obedient, she did NOT like wimps. Thomas was deliciously accommodating to her wishes, but easily as masculine and desirable as the studly Nathaniel Broom. In her eyes, he was the perfect masculine hybrid.

“All right, then,” she said, “you may kiss it a few times. You did, after all, do a WONDERFUL job on my feet outside. They’ve never felt so incredible on such a warm day. You’ve earned a sweet reward. But don’t start expecting it now. Just this once, because I think you earned it.”

With Thomas’s head still raised, his eyes looking deeply into hers, Lori raised her left leg up, placing her foot on the soft cushion of the chaise. This act triggered an automatic response from her adoring slave. His eyes pulled away from hers and darted instantly downward, knowing what such a stance would reveal to their already dilated pupils. Her leg thus turned to the side and her thigh raised considerably, with Thomas’s head at eye level with her soft triangle, gave his eager orbs a bird’s eye view of her now shiny slit. He gasped at it’s complete unveiling, it’s supreme beauty. Again he stared. Lori smiled down at him, a warm feeling creeping all over her to know how much he worshipped her, how easily and eagerly he’d given his very soul to that warm, needy crevice.

“You may worship my pussy, my slave.”

The words were like sweet chords of angelic music to Thomas. He sighed. It was a long, lingering sigh. Slowly, he reached up, one trembling hand barely touching Lori’s right inner thigh, the other – equally bereft of steadiness – slipped under her upraised thigh and landed lightly on her left buttock. Lori thrilled to the shakiness of both hands. It told her of his desire, his need.

Leaning forward with a look of pure awe and worship on his face, Thomas puckered his lips and pushed them through the short curls, aiming for the moist crevice, the pouting lips. The look of worship on his face instantly took on another look…a look of ecstasy. Lori could feel his lips trembling as much as his hands were when they brushed against her slit. The first kiss was devoid of thought, purely instinctual, needy. The second and third involved more thought. He needed that first kiss like a fish needs water, but he wanted to savor this rare gift. After that first, urgent pressing of his lips on hers, the following ones were slower, more deliberate. He pressed his face firmly against her mound as his lips lingered along her sweet valley. As he kissed, he glided his mouth along her lips, trying to savor every inch of it. He pressed his mouth more firmly, forcing his lips between hers, feeling the hot wetness embrace them. He was in Heaven.

Lori allowed him to kiss her pussy for several minutes, stroking his head, watching his glassy eyes flutter as he worshipfully adored her sex. His sighs and trembling made her hotter and hotter by the second. His warm lips pressing into her moist, pink petals aroused her, causing her juices to flow substantially. She was tempted to let him kiss her deeper and deeper until he did indeed begin licking. She was certain that no matter how much he would never want to disobey her, he wouldn’t be able to resist slipping his tongue inside her if she let him continue past his breaking point. And the way he was nuzzling his face in her carpet and moaning as he kissed her lips reverently, told her he was reaching that point.

She pushed his head back, enjoying his disappointed look with more than a touch of twisted glee. His lips were wet, her juices smeared both above and below them. His glassy eyes took several long seconds to refocus and regain lucid thought.

“Enough, my pet,” she said quietly. “I want my massage now, and then my bath. After you’ve completed those, you will have the honor of servicing me more fully with that tongue of yours. And with that,” she smiled, pointing at his throbbing muscle.

Flustered, regaining what composure he could, he replied, “Yes, ma’am. Of course. You know I’ll do my best for you.”

“Of course you will. You always do.”

She waited while he spread the long beach towel on the chaise, then she sat down. Stretching and sighing with expectation, she then lay back, lounging seductively with her arms above her head. She closed her eyes and smiled broadly. “Massage me, Thomas,” was all she said.

Standing, his erection still bobbing between his legs, he retrieved the oils. Had this been a cold, winter night, he would have brought the tiny braziers to warm the oil in. But, being a warm summer night, the oils had been kept in a bucket of ice until being brought to use. So he would use the oils right from their bottles.

“MIstress,” he asked, “which oil would you like tonight?”

“Mmmm,” she pondered, “I suppose tonight I’d prefer the Lavendar oil. Yes, the Lavendar.”

Pouring a generous amount of oil in his hands, he rubbed them together…but not too much. He didn’t want to warm up the oil to the point where the ice soak was negated. He then quickly began massaging his chosen Goddess. As always, he began at her feet.

“Mmmm…..I just love your strong hands on my feet,” she murmured, the words enveloped in sighs.

“Thank you, ma’am,” was all he said by way of reply. His full concentration was on pampering his Mistress.

Nova2

He kneaded her soles firmly, active fingers banishing tiredness and pain from her royal foot flesh. He worked slowly from heel to toe, first one foot, then the other. Lori’s sighs were once again a symphony to him. Her pleasure was all that was needed to satisfy him…for now.

Having to be mindful of the time – for he didn’t want the tub to overflow – his eyes darted up to the clock above the fireplace over and over, his mind gauging how much time he could devote to each inch of her. Practice had made him perfect. He knew from countless hours of massaging her exactly how much time to spend on her feet before moving upward.

As he began to massage her lower calves, just above the ankles, Lori couldn’t resist teasing her servant once more. She lifted her foot and shoved it directly in front of Thomas’s face, flexing and rotating it mercilessly.

“If we weren’t in such a hurry before my bath, I’d have you massage my feet with those soft LIPS of yours. They feel just wonderful on my soles. And when you squeeze them between my toes….oh, my….such a delicious feeling. But we’ll do that when we have more time. Maybe tomorrow morning at breakfast. Yes, I think I’ll have you sit under the table and massage my feet with your lips while I enjoy my meal. That would make a wonderful start to my day. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, my pet?”

“Yes, ma’am. It would be an honor to comfort you that way,” Thomas replied, not noticing Lori’s knowing smirk as his dilated pupils were locked on the soft, wrinkling soles and wiggling toes. His penis rose again, as if saluting those impish and haughty feet.

The brief diversion played havoc with Thomas’s timing. He would have to adjust his schedule. He quickly massaged both of Lori’s legs, then her belly and breasts. Yes, she always insisted he massage her breasts, even though it often excited her. And nipple massage was a requirement, too. She just loved his strong fingers manipulating her breasts and probing her aureolas and nipples. With Lori, massage was almost always a precursor to sex, more like an extension of foreplay than anything else. The same was true of her baths, where she enjoyed combining a soothing bath given by her dutiful body servant, with overtly erotic stimulation. Sometimes – often, actually – she had her slave service her sexual needs right there in the tub. Tonight would have to be one of those nights. Oh, yes, most certainly so.

By the time Thomas reached her neck and shoulders, time was running out. But Lori was adamant about wanting a full massage, so she had him run up the stairs to check the water, telling him to turn it off if necessary, then resume – and complete – her massage.

She heard the water stop running. Good, she thought, that meant there would be no more rushing. It would take quite some time for the water to cool, and Thomas would be long done pampering her by then. Then it would be up the the bath for still more pampering…and other pleasures.

“Turn over, please, ma’am,” Thomas said politely.

Lori rolled onto her stomach, sighing as she did. She immediately felt firm fingers on her shoulder blades and along her back. It was heavenly. His fingers felt like hundreds of bouncing marbles dancing along the skin of her back. Even the very tips of his fingers were strong, and she loved this part of the massage. It felt as if he were playing a piano concerto on her back with his fingers. It was always one of the loveliest, most soothing segments of the massage.

When those talented digits found their way down her back to her bottom, she sighed a deep, longing sigh. Both hands would massage first one cheek, then the other, kneading and squeezing them both vertically and horizontally. With a wicked grin, she thought about telling Thomas to massage her ass with his lips, too, but again thought that another time might be more feasible. Still, the thought made her tingle and titter. Between sighs, that is.

Thomas worked his way down her thighs and calves, to end where he began, at Lori’s arrogant, demanding feet. Knowing that Lori’s favorite thing was foot worship and massage, he massaged them both a second time. Having extra time, now, he figured he’d get some extra bonus points for his initiative. He was right.

“Mmmm…..a second foot massage? Very nice, my pet. You’ve earned yourself a little extra time spent pleasing me later. You’ll be kissing between my legs til sunrise now.” Thomas’s erection screamed and howled between his legs. He wanted to rub it strongly against something to stop the annoying itch and burn it was enduring.

When he was done massaging her feet for the second time, Thomas asked quietly, “Would my Mistress like her bath now?”

Rolling onto her back again, stretching and smiling her pleasure, Lori slowly sat up. She looked down at the still kneeling Thomas and replied with a grin, “Oh, yes, I’m ready for my bath. But, you know how I am, my pet. You’ve started my juices flowing. My bath will be much more than a bath. Mind you, I’ll expect full pampering from you – a deliciously relaxing bath – but I’ll be needing more from you, as well. You do understand what I mean, don’t you, Thomas?”

Lori could see his eyes glazing over again, ever so slightly. She knew she would have his full cooperation. Not only because of his sexual needs at the moment, but because he lived to please her. He enjoyed every moment when he was making her feel good, in whatever form that pleasuring took. The method meant little to him. Her satisfied, pleased smile was all his soul needed by way of reward.

Lori rose and swayed seductively out the door, into the hallway. As she passed through the doorway, she looked back to see her hard-bodied foot boy gathering up the bottles of oil and taking the towel off the chaise. He was like a bull in a China shop, all clumsy and uncoordinated. She laughed. He must be so horny that he can’t wait to get upstairs to give her her bath…and her other pleasures. She felt cruel, so she added to his jittery, amorous condition.

“Hurry, my pet. You’ve got lots of work to do before I let you rest tonight. Don’t dawdle now. I need my bath, so put those away quickly and come service your Mistress right away.”

With a sadistic smirk, she then turned and walked up the stairs, swaying her hips like a trollop, letting Thomas’s eyes focus like hundred power binoculars on her arrogant ass as she ascended. She walked slowly, looking back at him, grinning, her bottom glistening with massage oil.

His cock throbbing harder than ever, Thomas quickly tossed the towel in a hamper and rushed up the stairs. His hands shook excitedly as he put the oils in the special closet down the hall from the bathroom, his Mistress’s “pleasure” closet. Taking a deep breath, collecting himself, he then headed for the Master Bath, glancing briefly down at his still pulsing hardon, sighing as his mind conjured up all sorts of wonderful uses his Mistress might be generous enough to put it to.

When he entered the bathroom, there was steam still lingering near the ceiling. But the bath itself steamed only slightly. Lori stood beside the tub, her back to him. As he entered, she held out her hand in his direction.

“You may begin my bath, Thomas. Come, help me into the tub…and then pamper me beyond my wildest dreams.”

Taking her hand, Thomas dipped his foot into the tub to see if the water was too hot. It was hot, but not so hot as to scald. So, he stepped into the water. He then took both of Lori’s hands and held them as she too stepped into the water. He stood there, gazing in awe at her naked body, the glisten of Lavendar massage oil giving way to the gleam of sweat from the heat and humidity of the room.

Her skin wasn’t all that was dripping, and Lori knew she would definitely be putting her boytoy through his paces tonight. She grinned and said in a husky, no-nonsense voice, “You may begin pleasing and pampering me, slave.” In a far throatier voice, laced with passion, she added, “In fact, I insist upon it. Begin at once.”

Lori felt Thomas’s hands tremble as he looked her up and down, obviously trying to keep from appearing too needy, too…aroused. But it was ridiculous for him to even try. His erection was pounding like a bass drum, bobbing like a clock second hand somehow stuck on the ten, pulsing with its electric prodding, but unable to move either forward or back. She always had this effect on him, and she absolutely relished it. His need kept him ever attentive to her, for the key to his own pleasure lay in keeping HER satisfied.

Thomas knew the drill. He had everything ready. He had earlier anointed the deliciously hot water with sweetly scented Lavender bath oil. As the water steamed, the scent wafted throughout the room, already relaxing his Mistress. She inhaled its sweet aroma and smiled, her eyes shut, her body expectant.

The large, almost square tub – as large as an above average Jacuzzi – was easily six feet wide by eight feet in length. Every inch of it steamed with the odor of mood-mellowing Lavender. As Mistress Lori stood in the center of that tub, water filling it almost up to her knees, Thomas reached to one corner of the scented pool and retrieved the ever present plastic and metal bathing chair. Feeling instantly that it was colder than the water and might cause his Mistress discomfort and/or displeasure, he dipped every inch of it into the hot water to warm it. This done, he placed it directly behind his standing Goddess.

From the tiled wall he removed the soft, blowup plastic seat cushion for the royal bathing chair, tugging the four suction cups from the slick wall with loud popping noises. This, too, he dipped in the water to bring it to comfortable temperature for his Mistresses haughty backside. To complete her bathing throne, he attached the pillow to the chair seat by those selfsame suction cups, and motioned for her to sit. With an audible sigh and absolutely no hesitation, she did so.

As Thomas checked his pampering implements lined up on the rim of the tub, he covertly peeked at his Mistress’s soft, sweet cheeks – cheeks he’d paid oral homage to on many occasions – as they descended upon the lucky pillow. It was his turn to sigh…though he did so much more discreetly than Lori had.

Once seated, Lori sat straight and tall, smiling at her faithful servant. She tingled with expectation. Thomas’s baths were always so stimulating…so relaxing…so…erotically satisfying. But she was impatient to begin.

Sex Ed For Adults - Only $5 for 5 Days + 14 Extra FREE Trial Days

Thomas knew the routine well. He was to always start with her feet, her favorite place to have pampered, pleased and worshiped. He got on his knees before her, the head of his bobbing penis pulsating rhythmically just above the water level. But as he reached for the scented liquid soap and the loofah bathing sponge, Lori could no longer wait for his attentions. By the time he had lathered up the sponge and turned to pleasure his Mistress, he was nearly knocked back by the dripping leg that sprang form the misting water. The suddenness of its rise sprayed his chest and neck with warm droplets of water as a wiggling, excitedly cavorting foot unexpectedly appeared in his face. So close had she come to kicking him that the pads of her toes and the ball of her foot came within a centimeter of his nose, and they were blurred momentarily in his vision until his retinas and pupils could adjust. Lori merely giggled her glee.

“Oh….hurry, my foot boy. Bathe my beautiful feet for me. I just love when you get them all squeaky clean,” she grinned, her foot even more animated than before. She didn’t even notice – or didn’t want to – that she’d nearly clipped his nose. She did, however, delight in his startled appearance – his eyes round and wide down there just beyond the tips of her painted toes.

“Yes, ma’am,” Thomas replied, leaning back a bit, lowering her foot a tiny bit to make bathing it a much easier proposition.

Thomas squeezed liquid soap onto her wiggling foot in addition to the soap already foaming on the sponge. Lori liked the slick, wet feel of it, especially when she wiggled her toes and it slipped between them. So warm and wet…and delightfully squishy.


Then the sponge was put to use. Thomas scrubbed gently all over her foot, using a bit more force on her sole and heel. Lori sighed and squealed on her plastic and metal throne.

But a sponge, for all its usefulness on many parts of the body, could not squeeze between her toes for the pampering that was needed there. So, when the rest of her foot had been bathed completely, Thomas set to the task of thoroughly cleansing her royal toes. This was a job for attentive, talented fingers.

Thomas squeezed still more soap onto the tops of his Mistress’s toes. Again she wiggled them happily. But then, her servant’s firm, strong hands took over. Eight fingers and two thumbs worked the warm soap into a rich, sudsy lather around and between her toes. Lori’s eyes fluttered shut – even though she very much wanted to watch her foot boy energetically scour her toes. Her mouth hung open as she sighed her pleasure.

With seemingly untiring devotion, Thomas’s fingers forced soap between her toes, kneading each toe individually, as if failure to clean it thoroughly would mean the end of the very planet on which he existed. It was almost exactly the same technique he used when giving her feet their nightly massage, but with the added pleasure of the slippery soap foaming all over them. It was sensation Heaven. Lori’s mind had long since melted. She so appreciated proper foot bathing.

Thomas kneaded and lathered her spoiled toes for what seemed a delicious eternity. On those rare occasions during her soapy, massaging foot bath, where she was able to pry her eyes open, Lori smiled slyly at the sight of this strong man on his knees, feverishly fawning over her feet while his pounding erection peeked needfully out of the warm, oily water. Mmmm, yes…he would have to work long and hard to get that throbbing hardon the attention it craved.

After every inch of her foot had been lathered and deeply rubbed, Thomas lowered her foot into the water, her playful toes wiggling at – and lightly brushing – the head of his engorged cock. When he moved her foot back away from his penis, she ordered him to put it back where it was, so she could tease his pink helmet with her toes as he rinsed the soap off her foot. It was excruciating for him, holding her lovely foot, slowly washing off the stubborn suds, as she tickled his cock with her impish toes. Lori just adored the pink flush that came across his straining face.

Vibrators.com the easiest way to find the perfect vibrator

After her foot bath, Thomas dabbed exfoliating cream on Lori’s callus brush. Paying special attention to her heel, the ball of her foot, and the area just to the side of her big toe, he gently but firmly scrubbed at her foot to remove any hardened skin. Since he spent so much time pampering her feet – on a frequent, regular schedule that Lori insisted be strictly adhered to – there was little to be removed, but it was still part of his bathing/pampering routine…and it was not to be neglected. Lori always delighted in the smooth feel of her feet when he was finished.

When the exfoliating was completed, her foot was once again rinsed – and Thomas’s cock cruelly teased. Upon completion of all foot bathing tasks, Lori’s proud body servant raised her foot high, her sole directly in front of his face – as Lori preferred it to be presented – for her approval. Lori smiled, wiggled her toes and said, “Just wonderful, Thomas. Lovely…as always.”

Beaming with pride, he lowered her foot gently back into the warm water, preparing to begin all over again with her other foot. This time, when Lori’s impatient foot rose rapidly from the water, eager for the same pampering its mate had received, it made contact with her foot boy’s startled face. But her aim was flawless. She did him no serious harm. Rather, her big toe and second toe unerringly flew up and surrounded Thomas’s nose, squeezing it between them. As she squeezed his reddening nose between her wet toes, she flexed her other toes against the flesh of his face, playfully digging her toes into it. She laughed at his embarrassed look, but made no move to stop her mischievous toe-clamping of his nose. Then, after she’d had her fill of amusement at his expense, she let go of it. Holding her foot again in front of his face, she stated simply and matter-of-factly, “Foot number two, Thomas. Get it all squeaky clean like you did the other one. And if you do as wonderful a job as you did with the first, well….there’ll be a tasty reward in it for you before you finish my bath for me. Would you like that, foot boy?”

Thomas knew what she meant by “tasty reward.” It was what she ALWAYS meant by that phrase. But to drive home a point that didn’t need driving home, Lori spread her legs slightly and stroked one well-manicured forefinger up and down between them. Licking her other lips she said, “You can finish kissing my pussy for me…if you like…but ONLY if you wash my foot really, really well. Even BETTER than the first. And who knows, maybe I’ll let you finally use that delightful tongue of yours on it…or, should I say, IN it? You ARE hungry, aren’t you?” Her grin alone aroused him almost to the point of orgasm.

He could only nod. And Lori laughed long and hard at the glassy look in his eyes, the longing that oozed from them. His burning penis was no longer stuck at ten o’clock. It was steaming away at the twelve o’clock mark, now rising well above the water level.

Staring directly between Lori’s legs, eyes fogged with lust, Thomas nonetheless bathed her foot with as much ambition, attentiveness and skill as at any other time in his life. His eyes hungrily followed her fingers as they slowly parted the moist outer folds of her flower. Those teasing fingers crept up and down along that dewey slit, shiny petals of flesh parting moistly, caressing those fingers wetly as they stroked hypnotically along. Thomas longed to leap forward and devour each and every fold that squirmed around those lucky fingers. His tongue longed to lap, his lips to suck on, both those dark, external folds and the juicier, deeper, pink ones that teased from beneath.

Though Lori sadistically enticed Thomas with her mesmerizing self-stimulation, he bathed her foot with a diligence that belied his visual addiction to that blatantly erotic display. It turned out to be a thorough foot pampering indeed….though one which overflowed with frustration…for both of them. You see, despite ANY distractions or temptations, there is no room for negligence or poor performance on the part of a slave. Not only because of the possible repercussions of such sub-par performance, but moreso because of the possible rewards hanging in the balance for excellent service. So, no matter how she teased him, drove him to the brink of insanity, he had to SOMEHOW maintain his focus on the pampering of her feet.

And though she herself urgently needed Thomas’s wiggling tongue lapping deeply at her fountain, Lori also needed his obedience, at all costs. He MUST be made to complete her foot bathing, no matter the frustration and distraction he must surely be experiencing. For only then could he earn his reward. Only by proving himself to her could she allow him the pleasure and honor of satisfying her sexual needs.

So, despite her own growing need, Lori gritted her teeth and forced Thomas to thoroughly pamper her foot, service it completely. Though it was frustrating for her as well, it was what HAD to be done to properly train a slave. Anything less would be demeaning to herself. Giving even the slightest power to a slave was simply, now and forever, out of the question.

Likewise grimacing with the frustration of stifling his desires, Thomas comforted himself with the knowledge that it would be worth the wait. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that when he was finally allowed to satisfy his Mistress’s sexual desires, his own pleasure would be nothing less than earth-shattering. It was a passion that was stifled by necessity. Lust postponed.

In the meantime, Lori thrived on putting Thomas through his paces, watching him give his all to please her even as she – to this point – withheld sex. She squelched her own sexual yearning even as it grew from the delicious sight of Thomas’s predicament. Thomas transformed his burning needs into action, giving that warm, soapy foot the pampering of a lifetime. But, neither Mistress nor slave would be able to stave off those gnawing hungers forever.

And when that thoroughly scrubbed foot was fully pampered, luxuriantly bathed, and diligently rinsed…all bets would be off…

In the next twenty minutes or so, Thomas’s pampering of Lori’s foot reached new heights of erotic stimulation. While he kneaded soap into her tingling toes, he looked over the tips of them and ogled her sweet love nest, his tongue circling like a blood-crazed shark in his mouth. Lori stared at his eyes, lustily stimulated by the glazed, needy look she saw there.

Knowing exactly the effect it would have on her adoring body slave, she next raised her free leg up high, slowly moving it in a hypnotic arc over Thomas’s head. At first, the movement caught his eye and he looked up, following the curved trajectory of the shapely leg and wrinkled sole. But his glassy stare returned immediately to the glistening patch between his Mistress’s legs. He never saw that soft, wet, wrinkled sole land gracefully on the rim of the tub, where Lori’s toes gripped the cool tiles, curling against them in her growing lust.

Even as he firmly squeezed toe after toe between strong, soapy fingers, he couldn’t bear to avert his gaze from Lori’s yearning sex. Soapily massaging two toes at once, he’d spread them apart, and while kneading them with hormone-fueled gusto, generously bathing the insides of her toes, he’d stare between them at the slit that kept him on his knees. He sighed at the sight of those inviting folds of flesh, knowing how delicious they were, how moist and sweet on his tongue. From toe to toe his fingers went, spreading them two at a time to allow his eyes to continue their vigilant feast on Lori’s womanhood. His brain was beginning to buckle under the strain.

Lori was likewise losing her considerable will power. Hotter and hotter she became, grinning down at the hungry eyes that peered between her toes at her pussy. That longing look on Thomas’s face was one of the things she lived for. And it made her so, so wet. Her pussy wouldn’t have been wetter if she’d slipped down off her seat and dunked it in the steaming water.

Then something happened that made Lori easily as hot as she’d ever been. Thomas was visibly cracking under the strain. Touching her incredibly lovely feet and admiring from such a great distance the soft, succulent flower that held him permanent captive, was proving too much for him. His jaw had dropped, showing Lori the hungry pink shark that prowled constantly inside his mouth. His pupils had dilated wide, making his eyes dark with lust. His nostrils flared his need. Something had to give.

Thomas threw caution to the wind. But, even in his sex-crazed state, he knew better than to lunge at Lori’s pussy without being given explicit permission. So he did the next best thing. Needing SOMETHING in his mouth IMMEDIATELY, he pulled Lori’s still soapy foot directly at his face, shoving her lathered toes into his hungry mouth! Staring at her enticing crevice the entire time, he sucked her toes like a madman, not even tasting the soap. At last his tongue had something to feast upon! It slithered around her toes, barged between them, as his lips took them into his mouth singly and in groups to be sucked passionately and deeply. The bitter taste of the soap never even registered as his mind had but a single thought. If Lori wouldn’t give him permission to lick her pussy, he’d lick her FOOT and WISH it was her pussy! Perhaps not a first choice, but if he didn’t have SOME part of her in his mouth, he’d go mad!

And then the piece de resistance! Holding her foot by the heel with one hand, sucking her toes madly, panting his hot breath on her instep and staring between her legs, Thomas reached down with his other hand and began stroking his throbbing penis. Even his fear of Lori’s reaction to his taking such liberties couldn’t stop him from trying to satisfy his needs. Those needs had become too great. Somewhere deep in the recesses of his muddied brain he truly feared reprisals, but he couldn’t stop himself.

If Lori hadn’t been so horny herself, she might indeed have been angry with him. But she, too, was at such a point that all that mattered was sex. And the sight of this muscular, handsome man on his knees, sucking her soapy toes like some crazed animal, stroking himself wildly and staring at her pussy, made her boil deep inside. As much as she loved foot worship, she saw that wonderful tongue on her toes as a waste of a perfectly good tongue. Right idea, wrong location. She had a much better place for it. And she was too excited to be demure about it.

She yanked her foot from Thomas’s slavering mouth. Putting both feet down into the water momentarily, she lunged forward and grabbed her slave’s surprised head in both hands, pushing his face toward the water. His nose just missed the shiny helmet of his reddened penis. “Rinse the soap out of your mouth, slave. Hurry up!” she screamed, panting herself now. Seeing only her hands on the back of his head, she could hear his garbled slurps as he rinsed his mouth. After a few moments she released her grip on his head and sat back up. Needless to say, the sudden flurry of activity had put a screeching halt to his self-stimulation.

Before Thomas could fully recover from his impromptu face-dunking, Lori was already raising her feet out of the water again. This time, instead of just one leg arcing over to the tiled tub rim, BOTH legs spread outward. Two soft soles plopped wetly on cool tile. She then scooted her backside forward on her plastic pillow so that the her cheeks hung out over the edge of the seat. Leaning back with her shoulders against the hard wall, she thrust her knees still farther outward. Her sticky sweet, rose-petaled treat – steaming easily as much as the bath water -she offered up to Thomas’s freshly rinsed mouth. His eyes bulged as if his sockets were trying with all their combined might to eject a stubbornly resistant pair of ping pong balls from them. He very nearly swallowed his tongue. Lori grinned with wicked glee at the sight.

“Get down there and eat my pussy, my pet. I want to feel your tongue inside it all the way up to my navel! Hurry now…I’m so horny I could cum for hours!” She squirmed excitedly, pointing an authoritative, no-nonsense finger directly at her needy pussy.

Thomas, a look of lust and joy etched on his handsome features, crawled forward and instantly planted his mouth on the sweet offering. He kissed it passionately, nuzzled his face freely in it, sucked at the soft, protruding folds. He took those sugary petals between his lips and sucked on them, stretching them as he drained the flavor from each one. Then he played in the folds with his eager tongue, his fingers spreading her wide. The lips and pink flesh gave up their treasure. His tongue danced and lapped; his lips sucked like a starving castaway gobbling the last drops of milk from his very last coconut. His face became drenched with her juices as he slurped hungrily and incessantly at her fountain. Lori reveled in the sight of it, ripples of pleasure coursing through her entire body.

Lori grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to her. She did so roughly, belligerently, almost as if angrily trying to shove his entire head through her opening into her womb. She was so near to orgasm already that she knew it wouldn’t be long. But no matter. She would have him lick her to a quick, intense orgasm now, then have him eat her more slowly later. A Mistress can always afford a quick climax…because she can order her slave to give her as many other ones – much more slowly and sensually – as often as she wanted, whenever she wanted. Thomas was, after all, hers to use as she pleased. And he would be grateful for it every time.

Foggily, Lori looked down just in time to see Thomas craning his neck back to get his tongue into her opening. Sighing deeply, eyes fluttering yet again, she tried desperately to watch him slip his tongue inside her completely and lap at her inner walls. But in the end, she could only close her eyes and savor the sensations of his tongue licking inside her. Alas, she was too close to orgasm for this to continue for very long.

Thomas had been well trained. He knew exactly when Lori’s impending explosion required a change in tactics. The quivering of her legs; the quickened heaving of her chest; her long, low moans; and her fingers clawing into his scalp; all told him he needed to give her release. Removing his tongue from her cavern, his mouth moved up to her burning clitoris. His tongue lapped at it, the tip barely grazing the sensitive bulb. Then he sucked it, circled his tongue around it. All the while he played with his fingers in her dripping folds, inserting fingers where his tongue had been and stroking them inside her. When he knew orgasm was imminent, he sucked on her clit, lapping it briskly with his tongue.

Lori’s hips began bucking furiously, and with a scream of release she let loose an incredible flood of pent up passion. Holding Thomas’s head firmly in place, she mashed her gushing sex into his face, grinding as hard as she could against him. He did his best to lap and suck her, even as his mouth was mashed by steaming, wet flesh and irritating pubic hairs. Lori held him firm, bucking against his open mouth, even using his nose as stimulation for her gushing pussy. Screaming loudly, she used his face as if it were her favorite sex toy, grinding into it, coming all over it, loving the feeling of her sex pressed and fused against it. Her climax was joyously long and satisfying, sending her quivering into breathless ecstasy.

Just as she relaxed enough to release Thomas’s head from its tasty prison, she was again stimulated by what she saw between her legs. Thomas, excited beyond control at finally getting to taste her pussy, was again stroking himself madly. He’d slowly risen up on his knees, arching his back as he performed self stimulation on his throbbing erection. His face, coated with Lori’s sticky juices, was contorted into a mask of pleasure.

Lori, mesmerized, watched him stroke himself faster and faster, his body jerking there in the warm water on his sore knees. His jaw clenched; he moaned; he grunted…and he came. Still quaking from her own pleasure, Lori continued to gaze at her masturbating slave. It both amused and aroused her to see Thomas’s spurting cock sending milky semen skyward over and over as he roughly stroked the shaft until it glowed a heated red. She’d ordered him to masturbate for her on several occasions, but this was different. It was spontaneous, and he was thus aroused because she’d allowed him to dine on her flower. Watching him ejaculate just because he’d been given what he considered to be an HONOR was an amazing feeling. Her own liquids still pulsing from between her pussy lips, she watched Thomas pleasure himself. She so loved watching him do this.

Perversely, she watched the scene before her until the head of Thomas’s penis could only dribble the remaining semen down his shaft. The forceful, copious volleys blasting skyward had long since ebbed. Slowly, Thomas relaxed, his back straightening. His hand was covered in his sticky fluids. Over time, his breathing returned to normal, as Lori’s was beginning to.

Sheepishly, Thomas looked up at Lori, like a child who thought he’d done something wrong. But Lori only smiled down at him. She was too satisfied to be upset. Besides which, she had enjoyed immensely watching him play with himself. That visual was something she simply never tired of. It had all turned out to be a very pleasant affair for her on several levels, so she was not angry with him in the slightest.

“That was delightful, Thomas. I must say, I really have trained your tongue very well. And it was great fun watching you jerk yourself off. You know how I love to watch you do that. And that delightful diversion of you sucking my toes clean of all that bubbly soap. THAT was wonderful to watch, as well. We may just have to add that to our usual bathing routine. It appeals to me greatly.”

She looked at her devoted foot boy and waited for his reply. As she did, she absentmindedly noted the streaks of both his sexual fluids and her own as they spread like oil slicks on the cooling bath water.

“Thank you, Mistress Lori. I’m sorry I took liberties, but I just couldn’t….”

“That’s all right, Thomas. No harm done. I’m feeling in an incredibly generous mood right now. I’m not angry in the slightest. Your tongue and your masturbating have pleased me greatly.” She enjoyed the look of both surprise and relief in his eyes. Then she continued, “Now, finish my bath. I might want you to suck soap off OTHER parts of my body. This could be the longest bath you’ve ever given me. On second thought, the water is beginning to cool. Finish bathing me quickly, and then you can worship and pleasure my body more thoroughly up in my bedroom.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Thomas replied, thankful for Lori’s gracious mood.

Soaping up the sponge once again, still a little shaky from his orgasm, he began soaping his way up Lori’s long legs. Already he was beginning to become aroused, just from the feel of her skin, and knowing what other “services” his Mistress would soon require.

Lori, for the time being, was content to sit back and allow him to bathe her legs. But, when he reached her bottom and her breasts…all bets would be off. It could very well turn out that the water would be much cooler by the time he was finished bathing her, and he’d be using his mouth again – as well as other parts of his body – to make her night memorable.

She grinned broadly as Thomas’s hard working hands found their way up her thighs. For she knew that when she stood up to allow him to bathe the backs of her legs, he’d be gazing as longingly at her seductive derriere as he had at her demanding pussy. And she would more than likely tease him mercilessly with it….until she finally relented and allowed him to service it…giving it as much attention as he had her feet and her sweet, dewey rose. When Thomas had lathered, scrubbed and rinsed Lori’s legs slowly from ankles to calves to knees to thighs, her wicked grin broadened. It was now time to stand and turn, offering her body slave the backs of her legs to bathe and pamper. She loved this part. Every time she turned and presented her rear to his admiring eyes, the effect on him was exactly the same. His longing sighs were unerringly heard even above the splashing of the water as she turned. And it never mattered if he’d already had one orgasm…or several. The sight of her round bottom directly in front of his smiling face never failed to elicit wistful sighs of passion from deep inside his manly chest. For this reason, Lori always deliberately took her time turning around, slowly revealing her fine, firm derriere to his expectant eyes. And this time was no different. Turning ever so slowly, she nonchalantly grazed her fingertips along the outer curves of her cheeks as she faced the tiled wall. Then she bent over, putting her hands against that steam-covered wall, leaning forward, pushing her lush ass back until his eyes had to adjust their focal point because of its closeness to them. She grinned to herself, knowing he must be in sheer agony seeing it so close, yet so unattainable…at least in the way he most desired.

“Do my legs now, Thomas. Do them nice and slow. Oh, wait…the water IS getting cooler, isn’t it? Here, let me add some hot water to heat things up a bit.”

And heat things up she did. She bent over with exaggerated movement, bending her legs at the knees and pushing her rump backwards as she bent. That action caused her sweating cheeks to close in on Thomas’s face, the chasm between them mere inches from his widening eyes. She turned the spigot slowly, purposely wiggling her bottom slowly from side to side, rhythmically…hypnotically. When she completed turning the spigot, she turned her head around to look back at Thomas. Ah, yes, there it was…that wide-eyed, glassy stare at her bum. A stupid grin stretched across his face. A droplet of sweat gathered at the tip of his nose, grew large enough to quiver on its precipice, then hovered just an instant before falling into the water below. Looking down, she saw that Thomas had yet another proud erection poking from the slowly reheating water.

“Now, now, my faithful foot boy, you know you can’t have that just yet. However, when you’ve finished bathing my long, sexy legs, you may bathe there as well. And maybe…just maybe…if you do a fine job, and I feel you’ve EARNED it, I’ll allow you to give my royal ass a nice, big KISS.” Wiggling her bottom a little more quickly from side to side, she added, “And who knows, if I’m in a good mood by then…maybe I’ll let you WORSHIP it like a true, loyal body servant. Would you like that, Thomas?”

Thomas couldn’t even muster the neck strength to nod his eagerness. All he could accomplish was several weak gasps from his now gaping mouth. “Yeh…uh…yuh….yeh…….YES!” he finally managed. Lori laughed as she could almost FEEL the burning trajectory of his stare. For Thomas not only had a foot fetish, but he adored her fanny as well. Removing her shoes and wiggling her feet at him or slipping down her pants or skirt and shaking her bottom in his direction, each had equally devastating effects on him. In short, either act turned this strong, virile man into just so much melted butter. Except, of course, where it counted. There, he was granite personified.

“I don’t feel any nice, soapy sponge bathing my legs, Thomas. Have you fallen asleep? Maybe you don’t truly LIKE my tasty rewards?”

Thomas snapped out of his reverie. His whole body jolted as he realized the consequences of dawdling. With sudden energy, he lathered up the loofah sponge and began at Lori’s calves, just above her ankles, and bathed the backs of her legs all the way up to her thighs. From ankles to mid-calf, the bathing was unobservable beneath the soapy water, but from there up he could see clearly what he was doing…and he lathered her long legs lovingly, adoring every inch of them, feeling so proud and grateful to be right where he was, even if where he was happened to be on his knees.

“Mmmm…..lovely, just lovely,” Lori sighed, leaning forward enough to rest her face against the wall. She closed her eyes and reveled in her pampering. Several cycles of luxurious bathing and rinsing followed, as the nicely heating water relaxed and soothed her legs, along with the firm strokes of Thomas’s strong fingers.

Eventually, the moment of truth came. With jittery hands, biting his lower lip and sighing as discreetly as he could, Thomas began bathing the object of his desire. He lathered those haughty cheeks lovingly, using both his hands and the sponge. How he delighted in the movements of those globes as he kneaded and sponged them. He almost chewed through his lip every time they parted even slightly, giving him even the briefest of glimpses between them. It wasn’t easy focusing on the task at hand when that beckoning hole called to him so sweetly. And it was no help to his shaky state that Lori’s still sticky pussy winked at him from below as well. Together, those two alluring openings sang to him, Siren-like, luring him to deadly ecstasy. How he wanted to stroke himself again, barging his face once again between her legs… and between her cheeks. Oh, God, the pure joy of lapping from one opening to the other!

“Clean it THOROUGHLY,” Lori sighed back to him, knowing he’d get the message quite clearly.

Biting his tongue harder still, Thomas put the scrubbing sponge back onto the rim of the tub, eschewing it’s rougher surface in favor of a soft washcloth. This he also lathered into a bubbly froth. Chewing and sucking his lip almost to the point of biting it off, he began the “deeper” cleansing of Lori’s arrogant bottom.

Sighing deeply, he slowly worked the cloth between Lori’s legs, washing her pussy gently, removing the mingled remains of cum and saliva from his earlier tasty foray between her thighs. Slowly working back from her flower, he slipped the lathered cloth back and up to her gluteal valley. He inched it slowly between her lush cheeks, gently working the soapy fabric up and down. He’d use one hand to pull one cheek to the side as he bathed her crevice, then use his other hand to spread the other cheek away from center, making sure he had completely bathed every inch of space along her crack from just behind her pussy all the way to her tailbone. He spent several long minutes doing this, during which time both he and Lori sighed repeatedly.

Lori just adored the feeling of a warm, sudsy washcloth between her cheeks. So sensual, so relaxing, so…erotic. And just knowing that Thomas was on his knees behind her, trying his hardest – no pun intended – to bathe her bottom COMPLETELY, was the capper on the entire sensual affair. Even though her pussy had been bathed only minutes ago, already is was becoming slick again.

Lori began slowly gyrating her hips as he bathed her bottom. Thomas instinctively started rubbing the cloth between her cheeks up and down to her slow rhythm. Side to side and round and round went Lori’s hips and ass. Up and down went the warmly invading cloth. Sighs filled the moist air.

“Ohhhhh, Thomas,” Lori gasped, “you are….such a good….servant. You always…make me feel…so gooood….so….pampered, so….special.” She bend over a bit further, pushing her bottom back even closer to Thomas’s drooling eyes. She sighed deeply and almost moaned the words, “But I want….to feel….so much MORE …special. You know…..what I mean…don’t you…my slave?”

“Oh, yes…yes, Mistress…I do,” Thomas replied, his lungs barely able to push out the words.

“Then worship me…completely…NOW,” she sighed, her fingers digging into slippery tile.

Thomas dropped the washcloth. It floated away a foot or so, then sunk into the depths of the water. Before it had sunk even an inch, Thomas had his face buried between Lori’s cheeks, panting heavily as he kissed his Mistress’s ass in the ultimate act of worship. His hands spread her cheeks wide and his mouth hungrily adored the entire length of her anal valley. Deep inside it his lips orally worshipped her. He kissed and kissed, each kiss more passionate than the last. The force of his face burrowing into her backside pushed her harder against the tiled wall, where her open mouth panted against it and her hardened nipples felt the coolness of it.

Thomas was hard as a rock as he orally proved his devotion to her. His cock bobbed yet again above the still warming, rising water. Lori’s pussy dripped its desire freely, drops of her juices falling to the water below and forming miniature oil slicks upon it once again.

It was only a matter of time before Thomas’s oral homage to Lori’s backside began to involve more than just his lips. His tongue itched for its chance to worship her. Lori itched for it, too.

Finally, it came to pass. Thomas’s lips felt there was little more they could do. His tongue took control. Barging between his mashed lips, that tongue stretched way, way out. His hands grabbed her cheeks with vigor and spread them wide, opening up that forbidden valley to him. In went his tongue. And both he and Lori began squirming and moaning.

Thomas’s initial flurry of oral attention to his Mistress’s ass was propelled primarily by passion. But, as he recovered his senses, his brain finally registered the facts of his current situation. He realized that his adoration of his Mistress’s derriere was not for HIS pleasure, but for HERS. Enamored as he was of every inch of her behind, he reeled himself in – controlled his rampaging libido – and settled down to paying true oral homage to every inch of her receptive bottom.

Flattening his tongue, he pressed it firmly between her cheeks at the very bottom of her crevice. Not lessening the pressure one iota, he licked upward slowly, his tongue creeping millimeter by millimeter up her crack, bathing its deep recesses in muscle-guided warmth. When he reached the end of her valley, he removed his face from her fanny and moved his mouth back down to the bottom of it. Inserting his tongue, he firmly and slowly licked upward again. This cycle he repeated over and over, knowing how much Lori craved this type of worship. The more humbling the act, the more she desired – no, needed – it.

A dozen long, slow licks. Two dozen…three. He lost count. Lori simply sighed against the wall, her hardened nipples digging into it’s slick, unyielding surface. Thomas gave her forbidden valley a brief break while he kissed and hugged her cheeks repeatedly, panting on them, licking them, nibbling and sucking. Then, back to work between them his tongue went. This time, as he licked slowly from bottom to top, he alternated hardening and softening his tongue, making it undulate rhythmically between Lori’s glorious globes. The sensation of that hot, wet, prying tongue erotically sampling the depths of her ass made her squirm. Her closed eyes couldn’t see the repetitive bursts of steamy fog her panting breath created one after another in rapid succession on the tiles she so desperately clung to.

Then Thomas performed the ultimate form of humble worship. Holding her cheeks spread wide, he licked all around her anus. His panting breaths rushed hotly up and down the crack of her ass, the invading warmth conversely causing her to shiver. He thought he could see her little brown rosette pucker in anticipation, and perhaps he did. He kissed that flower, nuzzled his face against it, licked it, sucked it…sighed his worship all over it. Then, slowly, he moved his fingers closer to it, stretching the area around it, readying it for his tongue.

First his tongue tickled it, played with it. Then his soft lappings became more forceful, more directed. The tip of his tongue zeroed in on that clenched orifice, licking gently to relax it, knocking softly but persistently on her earthy portal. Sucking and licking and kissing it over and over with total adoration, he was finally able to get it to relax, ready and willing to allow him entrance. Finally, it relaxed still more, wanting him, inviting him inside. Sensing this, Thomas pressed the pointed tip of his tongue firmly at its center. He was granted entrance. Lori’s low moan filled him instantaneously with both pride and desire.

Wiggling his tongue with gentle perseverance, he slipped it steadily deeper inside her anus. With diligence and persistence, he was able to push it into her opening further and further, millimeter by millimeter entering her most taboo opening. He sighed as it probed ever deeper into her. He truly felt as if he were becoming part of her. Firming his tongue, he slipped it deeper still, wiggling it insider her. When he got his tongue halfway inside her, he began sliding it in and out, slowly and rhythmically. Lori squirmed and sighed. Her tongue flicked out of her mouth and briefly licked the shiny wet tile.

“Oh, yes, Thomas,” she gasped, “fuck me with your tongue. Yes, oh, my good slave. Lick as deeply as you can. Oh, yes…slowly, deeply.”

Tongue fuck her he did. In and out he thrust his tongue, his knees aching and his back sore. Still, all of those inconveniences were irrelevant…only pleasing and worshipping his Mistress had any meaning whatsoever to him. So, onward his tongue plundered, each inward thrust making her quiver and moan, each oral invasion finding less resistance than the last. Faster and faster he tongued her hole, delighting in the pleasure his reverence was giving her. His fingers sought, and found, her dripping nest. They played and teased there, knowing his Mistress enjoyed total stimulation while her ass was being devoutly devoured.

Being anally tongued while fingers explored her other sweet orifice, had a devastating effect on Lori, one that had her barely able to stand still. She quaked against that wall, wishing she had enough strength of will to look back at Thomas as he adored her ass. But, to her delicious surprise, she didn’t need to move her head at all. As her glassy eyes gazed to her left, they locked on an incredibly erotic sight. There, in the mirror above the sink, she could clearly see her adoring slave on his knees tonguing her backside with no guilt or reservations at all. The sight of his sweat-covered head pushed deeply between her buttcheeks as he shoved his tongue in and out of her, was so overpowering that she felt instantly that she needed another orgasm. But she wanted more than Thomas’s expert tongue. It was time to call on him for a more studly service. She needed the feeling of a hard cock deep inside her.

“Stand up, Thomas!” she shouted, slapping backwards at him with one hand in her rush to make him comply. Her errant swat skimmed off the top of his head, dispersing droplets of moisture from his matted hair. But he got the message.

“Get your cock in me, slave. Get it in me NOW! You’ve got my juices flowing, and I need that big, hard cock of yours! HURRY!” Lori pushed her ass backward, not to push Thomas away, but to position herself for her slaveboy to hump her furiously. Thomas, barely having time to react, was surprised by the move, and her onrushing bottom crashed against his face, toppling him backward. But he regained his balance and composure quickly. After all, he’d been Lori’s doting footboy for years, and he was used to such immediate cravings on the part of his beloved Mistress.

Standing up quickly, penis throbbing and ready, Thomas positioned himself behind his Mistress’s squirming ass. He reached around and grabbed her inner thighs from the front, spreading them with little gentleness – Lori didn’t need or want gentleness when she was like this.

Lori stifled a loud scream as Thomas rammed his pulsating meat into her, easily penetrating her dripping pussy from behind. Slammed repeatedly against the wall, Lori felt little…except the pleasure washing over her from it’s vaginal origin. Thomas was submissive, yes…but a wimp? Never! He could fuck with the best of them – his prowess as a lover was indisputable. That’s why Lori felt she had the best of both worlds, a true slave who could satisfy her more “vanilla” needs as well. Though it was always on HER terms, he never failed to come through for her.

Thomas’s hands had found her breasts, having lifted her sweating body back from the wall as he thrust into her from behind. He fondled and groped them like any lover would do, knowing exactly how she liked them handled, exactly how and when her nipples being tweaked would most excite her. He also alternated this breast manipulation with quick finger-flicks at her clit, making her squirm and moan as he thrust continuously between her legs in the soapy, heating, still rising water.

Even though Mistress and slave were fused in heated passion, both somehow realized that the water indeed WAS still rising, and would soon overflow the tub if nothing was done. Thomas took the initiative to end the looming threat. Pushing his Mistress against the wall again, he tried to keep his thrusting rhythm as best he could while solving the potential crisis. Searching with his right foot, he found the spigot. In his excited state, he accidentally turned it the wrong way, increasing the flow rather than decreasing it. With an exasperated grunt, he immediately turned it the other way, toes desperately gripping the wet metal, and the water slowed first to a trickle, then finally to a stop. The brief distraction notwithstanding, the thrusting continued. Thomas had long been trained to NEVER cease his plundering of his Mistress until SHE had so ordered it…no matter WHAT the circumstances.

The crisis averted, Thomas once again focused his full attention on the carnal pleasuring of his Mistress. Able to once again stand back and take an advantageous stance, he pulled Lori away from the wall so she could again bend over and thrust her needy sex at him. Bent way over, legs spread, the palms of her hands plastered like twin suction cups against the wall, she gave Thomas total access to the depths of her burning cavern. And he took full advantage of that irresistible offering.

It was pure agony to pull his hands away from such tempting targets as Lori’s nipples and clit, but his only desire now was to fuck his Mistress senseless…as he knew she also wanted. So he circled his arms around her hips, grasping her inner thighs mere inches from her steadily heating mound. With a grunt, he lifted her up and back, pulling her ravaged sex to him, slamming forward with his hips and pulling backward with his hands. As his hips thrust his erect cock into her like a piledriver, his hands helped force her sucking pussy lips down hard onto it. The end result was the deepest penetration Lori had ever felt in her life, and her eyes grew wider with each subsequent thrust of his engorged manhood into her molten core.

As he held her firmly with her feet off the floor of the tub and slammed into her over and over, Thomas snarled his lust. Lori’s hands clutched the tiled wall for all they were worth, and the right side of her face became squashed against the wall between those desperate hands. She panted, barely able to breathe, as she now watched her personal love toy hump her like an unbroken stallion in the steaming reflection above the sink.

The view alone was erotic in the extreme. Thomas thrusting into her from behind, his muscles taut and straining mightily with the sustained effort. Her own ass cheeks rippling with each heated attack of his penis into her opening. Thomas’s face was a mask of lust and desire, his mouth frozen in a grimace, his teeth clenched nearly to the point of shattering as he growled between them. Lori was even able to see her own face, mouth agape, nostrils flaring, eyes glazed, hair flying about as if she were indeed riding a stallion. But in the end, it was when her eyes fixated on Thomas’s firm ass cheeks clenching as he rammed into her that put her over the edge.

She felt the orgasm rising within her. It started as chills deep inside her fiery cavern, and radiated outward from there. The chills climbed up her back, to her shoulders, neck and the back of her head. Even the ends of her long strands of hair felt it. Those icy pinpricks also radiated downward, along her legs to the soles of her dangling feet. The chills were hot; they burned as they made her tingle coolly from the inside out.

Then she shuddered. She gasped, her lungs almost failing to work properly. A dozen chills raced along her spine and she panted like an overstimulated puppy against the cool tiles. She felt like her belly was burning inside. Her nails dug into the wall. Her back would’ve arched, if Thomas’s thrusting wasn’t already accomplishing that for her. She shuddered one more time, a moan rising from the deepest depths of her lungs.

With a shudder that racked her entire body at once, and a long, sustained, staggered gasp, Lori came. The gasp became a scream of unadulterated pleasure as she writhed in ecstasy upon Thomas’s impaling shaft. As her fluids rushed like roaring rapids and her body quaked from head to toe, she stared at her climaxing reflection in the mirror…which only served to enhance the experience. Her orgasm doubled in intensity. She squirmed and shook and gasped as Thomas continued to pound into her time and again, seemingly tireless in his desire to please her…and himself.

About midway through her orgasm, Lori’s eyesight blurred. It wasn’t the steam on the mirror, either, but the product of her own intense orgasm, as her brain registered but ignored the erotic sight in the mirror in favor of focusing on the sensations of her body. She was cold and hot, drained and energized, wanting to slip into a coma and yet needing to squirm around her slave’s succulent member. She shuddered spastically in his firm grip as her pussy jerked and oozed and spat. In another instant, she somehow knew that her weakening arms would fail her, and she would soon plummet face down into the overfull tub.

Thomas sensed this, as any good slave should. Letting go of her hips, he again grasped her breasts. Holding them firmly, he slowly got down on one knee, bringing Lori with him. He lowered her to her hands and knees in the hot water, where she gasped unsteadily, but still gushed her hot cream around his swollen cock. He then got down on both his knees behind her…and carried on with his stud duties.

Now with both hands free again, he once more fondled her breasts and tweaked her nipples, mixing in a goodly amount of clit-play as well. With one arm firmly around her waist, he resumed his pleasuring responsibilities…doggie style. Lori bit her lower lip as her orgasm, which had nearly exhausted itself, began to revive, energize…thrive!

Thomas grunted as he again thrust into her. This time, she was too weak to turn her head to see the erotic sight of being taken doggie style by this virile man. The mirror would’ve been too high above them now, anyway, but her brain was incapable of comprehending that fact at this particular moment. She could only hold her position on her hands and knees as Thomas’s flat, firm abdomen slammed continuously against her ass. With each of his thrusts, the water around and beneath them churned and sloshed. It lapped hotly at Lori’s nipples and belly and splashed playfully around her pussy as her slave expertly serviced her needs.

A little weaker it was, perhaps, but her orgasm renewed itself, and she again pulsed hot liquids around her playtoy’s invading weapon. She gasped…even squealed…as she drenched them both, creating yet another slick of sexual fluid on the roiling surface of the water. And as she nearly bit through her lip she cried, “Oh, yes…slave boy! Fuck your…Mistress! Fuck me….HARD! Is that….all you’ve…got?… Maybe…you’re only…good enough…to suck toes! Maybe…I need…a new….slave boy…one who…can REALLY…fuck me…properly?”

She knew better. She was having the fuck of her life. But, as expected, the words both aroused Thomas and nicked his pride. He slammed his cock into her burning pussy so hard that it was beginning to create a growing ache deep inside her. But it was a delicious ache. She loved it. She came that much harder. And she knew it was time to allow her slave the same release. She would finally give him permission to ejaculate, just as her own most recent climax began to crest.

“Such a…good….foot boy,” she gasped, a wicked smile crossing her lips even in her exhausted state. “If you.. come…like a…good slave…I’ll let you…kiss my….ass….again. Or lick….my pussy….for hours! Do you…want that? Or would you…rather…lick my….toenails?” Not waiting for his grunted reply, she barked, “Come inside me…foot boy! Show me…how a….good slave…comes for…his Mistress!”

The blast of hot liquid that filled her was immediate. Thomas moaned deeply and thrust himself against her ass hard and fast. He gasped with each thrust, every note accompanied by a searing spurt inside her. She squealed with glee as he sent his molten load into her over and over, filling her to overflowing. It filled her, warmed her, made her lick her lips and buck harder against him. Heat radiated outward from her vaginal canal as the chills had earlier…traveling to every corner of her body.

After what seemed eons, Thomas’s legs slowly began to weaken. His thrusting slowed, diminishing in force. His panting was replaced by deep, but slower, breathing. By that time, Lori’s orgasm was on a slow decline, thought she was still in that delicious orgasmic afterglow. The warmth of his fluids inside her was an incredible addition to the warm, mellow feeling that was coming over her. His body and the water warmed her from without, while his seed warmed her from within. It made her want to curl up and sleep for a decade. And she almost did. With a long, low sigh, she slumped against one side of the tub and smiled contentedly. She sunk into the water up to her neck, sighing, relaxing totally. Thomas, still inside her, lay behind her in the water, knowing she didn’t like him to pull out of her too quickly.

After adequate time had passed, Thomas slid himself gradually, gently from her. She sighed as he slipped free. But she still lay contentedly against the side of the tub. Her faithful footboy kissed her gently…the back of her head, her neck, her shoulders, along her side, the hip that barely protruded from the warm water. Then he got on his knees and slipped his arms beneath her soft body. He got up on one knee, then stood, lifting her limp form from the now much less soapy water. He held his Mistress there in his arms, both of them dripping more than just water and soap. He again kissed her head, just behind her ear. She sighed, smiled, as exhausted as she was content.

Thomas kicked the plug out of its hole beneath the water, listened to hear the tub draining. Then he stepped over the tiled edge and out of the spacious tub. He lowered Lori’s legs, listening for the sound of her soft soles landing on the bath rug. She stood there, stretching and cooing like a dove, waiting for Thomas to complete his duties.

“Be gentle when you dry me, Thomas,” she sighed, “I feel like fragile glass right now. Just pat and dab me. Anything else would be like grating sandpaper against my skin right now. You understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Thomas smiled, removing the soft towel from it’s silver ring on the wall.

“Good,” she purred, “then please begin.” She stood on the rug with her arms raised above her head, legs spread slightly, swaying slowly to and fro. “Ohhhh,” she sighed, “I do so love when you bathe and pamper me.”

Thomas, towel in hand, began dabbing and patting, just as instructed, slowly absorbing every drop off of his Mistress’s body. Smiling happily, he dried his Mistress from head to toe. Every bathing session went a little differently, depending on Lori’s moods and whims, and he’d become very adept at both anticipating her wishes and gauging when she’d had enough “bathing” and was ready to relax and/or retire. Tonight was one of those nights when the sex had been particularly intense and pleasurable for her, and he could tell she wanted to be taken to bed and gently pampered until she drifted off to sleep.

Lori sat on the toilet, smiling a relaxed smile from her oh so satisfying “bath”. Leaning against a somewhat cooler section of the bathroom wall, she could not see her foot boy’s reflection as he dried every inch of her. No matter, she held that erotic vision in her memory like a series of exciting photos. Besides, she was exhausted, and was sexually satisfied for the moment. With a wry smile, however, she DID realize that her bath had not been complete. Her faithful body servant had never made it above her waist. That would have to be saved for tomorrow morning. She was even too tired to mentally picture it, as she knew the thought of Thomas’s strong hands bathing her belly, breasts, back and neck would serve to once again set a fire in her furnace. Not to mention the utterly sensuous feeling of his fingers kneading her scalp as he washed her hair! She sighed like a smitten schoolgirl. It was just too sensual for words.

She grinned…sighed yet again. Yes, tomorrow would begin with a wonderful shower, with Thomas’s hands all over her. Then she would eat another of the delicious breakfasts he always prepared for her. Thinking back to earlier events of the day, she remembered her plan to have him sit under the table and pamper her feet while she savored her morning repast. Such a truly wicked and delicious display of her power over him, to have him sitting there massaging every inch of her feet with his soft, puckered lips. How silly he’d look when she glanced under the table between bites and sips…and yet how utterly erotic. Of course, after her breakfast if would be Thomas’s turn to dine…on her. She chuckled quietly, though Thomas did look up to see why she laughed. She simply smiled at him and closed her eyes. Best to let him wonder what was on her mind…ponder what she might be planning.

After completing the toweling off of his Mistress, Thomas stood before her. She ogled his nakedness, resisting the urge to lean forward and fondle and kiss his juicy manhood. Still, the sight of it did cause her to lick her lips. When she looked up into Thomas’s eyes, he was blushing. But he still thrust his hips forward ever so slightly to allow her the best possible view. Always the accommodating slave.

“Thomas, my sweet,” she smiled, “you do realize it’s very difficult to resist sucking that wonderful cock of yours until it explodes all over the place. However, I AM tired, and I can suck it any time I choose to, so I’m going to resist the urge…for now.” She smiled as he tried valiantly to hide his considerable disappointment. “I wish to be put to bed and gently massaged to sleep.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied politely, despite the nagging thoughts of her lips on his penis still stumbling through his brain.

Thomas folded the towel and pushed it through it’s shiny holder. He quickly dried off his own body, using the other towel, removing and then replacing it into its – of course – lower ring. He then bent down, placing one forearm under Lori’s legs, behind her knees. His other arm he wrapped around her back. Lifting her off the toilet easily, he held her aloft for a few seconds, gaining better balance, adjusting her weight in his arms. He carried her out of the still slightly steaming bathroom, switching off the light with his elbow as he left.

His strong legs propelled him down the dimly lit hall in long, confident strides, carrying his precious cargo. He brought his Mistress to her boudoir, looking like a naked groom on his wedding night, carrying his likewise naked bride across the threshold. His goal was the large, queen size bed in the far corner of the room. Reaching it, he gently lowered Lori to the comfy linens that hugged the mattress in warmth and softness. Moving to the other side of the bed, he folded open the blankets and sheets. He then went back to the other side, where his Mistress lay waiting, and again lifted her. He carried her around to the spot where he’d made an opening in the blankets for her, and laid her down gently. He reached for the blankets and began to cover her with them, momentarily – and uncharacteristically – forgetting about her massage. His somewhat liquefied brain was still recovering from his explosive orgasm, after all.

“No,” she said, “just the sheet tonight. I feel deliciously cool after that hot bath, and I want to stay that way for a bit.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Thomas replied, folding only the sheet over her. Lori sighed, stretched, yawned, snuggled under the cool sheet. She looked up at her adoring pet and smiled. In a moment of kindness she said, “Thomas, would you like to sleep here in bed with me tonight? I feel you’ve done such a wonderful job of pampering me today, that you’ve earned a reward. You may sleep beside your Mistress if you wish.” Thomas’s eyes lit up like a child’s on Christmas morning, as if that child had received extra wonderful presents for being well behaved. He was a little confused as to what had happened to Lori’s earlier spoken wish to be massaged to sleep. But he was also not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. If his Mistress desired him to lay beside her and possibly embrace her as she slept, well, he was not going to question her change in plans. After all, he loved her as much as he worshiped her.

Lori had always adored that childlike look on her slave’s face. “Come,” she said, reaching over and flipping open the covers on the other side of the bed, “sleep next to your Mistress, my pet.” She patted the now exposed bottom sheet.

As if in a dream, Thomas circled the bed yet again, slowly flipping down the light switch, climbing into the bed next to her. Lori motioned for him to move closer to her. He did so, looking shy, suspicious and grateful all at once. As soon as he was next to her, Lori reached over and stroked his chest, fingers playing in the sparse wisps between his strong pectorals, taunting his erect nipples.

Slowly, she ran her hand down his chest and belly, to the carpet between his legs. She fondled his manhood shamelessly, cupping his testicles, squeezing his shaft, stroking it, feeling the helmeted head…teasing him to the point where she felt shivers coursing through his body. Ignoring those shivers, she went on to kiss and lick his nipples, finally sucking hard on them. All the while she nibbled his nipples, she stroked him faster and more firmly. At one point, Thomas actually thought she was going to jerk him off. Silly foot boy.

Suddenly, the stimulation stopped. No hands, no fingers, no lips…no erotic sensation at all.

“There,” Lori grinned, “that should hold your interest until morning. Now, when I wake nice and early, you’ll be ACHING to please me, won’t you?”

“Oh….uh…..yes, ma’am.” he groaned.

“Good, now be a good foot boy and sleep tight.” With that, she kissed him on the cheek and rolled over, purposely – wickedly – putting her naked ass up against his hip. She felt a shudder as the two made contact. With a series of sighs, Lori drifted off to sleep, grinning her way into dreamland.

It was a long time before Thomas drifted off to sleep, but when he finally did he slept deeply. Sometime in the middle of the night he awoke. He felt Lori’s breath against his shoulder and neck. But she wasn’t asleep.

“Slave boy,” she whispered when she realized he was awake, “kiss your Mistress.”

Thomas smiled. He rolled over on top of her and grabbed her shoulders in his strong arms. Lowering his face to hers, he planted a forceful, lip-mashing kiss on her mouth, thrusting his tongue deeply into it. They kissed long and hard.

“Enough of that, foot boy,” Lori said finally, “I need you to warm my feet.”

“C’mon, Lor…” Thomas paused to huckle, “fantasy play is over. It’s just you and me now…hubby and wife. You really left me high and dry there for a while. Let’s fuck til my testicles suck back up into my gut. C’mon…whattya say?” In the darkness, she couldn’t see him batting his baby blue eyes at her, his all too eager grin showing every tooth in his mouth.

“Is that any way to talk to your Mistress, slave? I said my feet are cold…now get down there and do your job. Warm my feet!” Lori was shivering with anticipation. She was flushed with her boldness. She was attempting something here, and it excited her…greatly.

“Lor…fantasy’s over. I got a dick here that’s all horned out from your playing with it before. We did the Mistress-slave thing. It was great…one of our hottest role plays yet. But…uh…c’mon, now…give my boys here a break. Let’s do the horizontal mamba!” This time Thomas’s grin was accompanied by a Snidely Whiplash-like fluttering of his eyebrows. Still Lori didn’t see it. The silhouette of his trim, masculine body leaning over her in the darkness was all she could make out in the midnight darkness.

“I don’t know, Thomas, dear. I rather like the Mistress-slave relationship. I’ve never had such strong orgasms before. I think I’d like to keep our relationship that way…me boss, you faithful foot boy. Now, do be a good servant boy and curl up at my feet, won’t you? I just HATE when my feet are cold.”

“Ahhh, I get it.” Thomas chuckled, “All right, joke’s over. Spread those long, luscious legs and let me get my proud pogostick in there, okay? C’mon, you know you love it. Besides, you OWE me. I played slave boy to the hilt today.”

“Yes, I do love a good fuck,” she replied in a soft, but unyielding voice, “but I much MORE enjoy this Mistress-slave thing. And you DO make an excellent slave boy. Like I said, I came so hard tonight I thought I’d pass out. I don’t think I like the usual horsy ride anymore…at least not unless I’m in control of it. Now…seriously…I’d appreciate your warm face nuzzled against my feet while I sleep. So…really…I mean it….down, boy!” Doing her own Snidely Whiplash impression, she rolled over onto her side as if to say, “Conversation over.”

Thomas lay there on his side, staring at the silhouette of Lori’s back and shoulders. He was flabbergasted. His nearly sightless eyes blinked over and over again, his brain trying to comprehend this unexpected turn of events. Finally, he slumped back down onto his side, dejected. No nookie in bed tonight, he realized. So he rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling, seeing only odd shapes of light that snuck in through the windows from the streetlamps outside. His chubby slowly deflated. He pondered his predicament. He had no answers.

Unable to sleep, he mulled over the events of the day. He thought about how sensual and erotic the day had been, how extreme and satisfying his orgasms had been…and Lori’s. Despite himself, he started to smile. God, but it HAD been an awesome day of sex!

“I don’t feel that smug face of yours keeping my feet warm.” came Lori’s serious voice from the darkness. “If you’re not going to warm my feet, go sleep on the sofa. I only want my sweet, compliant servant boy in bed with me from now on. So, what’s it gonna be? Are you my body slave, or are you the husband who never gets any anymore?” Lori didn’t move a muscle as she said this. She continued to lay on her side with her back to Thomas, only her spoken words telling him she was even still awake.

Thomas started to speak, but no words came. He was still lying on his back, still watching the various patches of light and dark on the ceiling. Again the thoughts of the day’s orgasms rushed into his brain. He became erect, and stroked himself lightly, reminiscing once more the day’s highlights. Every second had been erotic, even when they weren’t engaging in overt sexual activity. As he lay there thinking, cock thickening, he realized…maybe being a slave boy wasn’t so bad. God, Lori was sexy when she was being bossy.

In the shapes on the ceiling, he saw himself cooling Lori’s toes with the ice chips in his mouth. He saw himself kissing her downy treasure, forbidden to do more, his body obviously aroused by the erotic anticipation it created. One patch of light seemed to be him on his knees bathing his wife’s lush derriere, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Still another hazy shape appeared to be himself, taking his spoiled Mistress from behind as she called him “such a good foot boy.” He saw his face between her legs, her hands boldly fondling his genitals, and still more erotic vignettes of light and darkness. He tingled with excitement at each mind-numbing revelation on that high, dark ceiling.

He stopped stroking himself, though he ached to continue…or have Lori do it for him…or do something far better. He smiled. He grinned. He bit his lower lip. His body quivered. The quivering reached his lips, from which a staggered sigh escaped…a sigh of resignation. His voice sounded like booming thunder as it broke the silence in the darkened room. He cleared his throat and whispered, oddly rather loudly, a simple, “Yes, ma’am.” The words were not spoken with choked disappointment at all, but rather with mounting excitement, words dappled with titillation.

From her almost fetal position, Lori sighed quietly, grinning triumphantly in the darkness.

Thomas lifted the covers and crawled beneath them, turning to face the foot of the bed as he did so. Down he crawled, feeling his way along Lori’s calves and finally down to her feet. He snuggled up against her thighs and calves, his bare body against hers. When she felt him pretty much in place, Lori bent her legs at the knees and aimed the bottoms of her feet at the approximate area where she judged his face to be. Contact. With a muffled “whuff!” of surprise, Thomas’s warm face was greeted by the soles of Lori’s chilly feet. Sighing gleefully, she rubbed her soles all around on his face, relishing the warmth of it. While her unapologetic feet had their way with him, Thomas could only ponder as those cool soles sucked the heat from his flesh. How, he wondered, could this woman’s lower body, only recently bathed in steaming water, chill so quickly to the point of needing such a drastic and immediate infusion of warmth?! Burrowing toes digging into his cheeks and eye sockets, and heat-seeking heels mashing his lips, brought him back to reality rather quickly, putting an end to his musings. Smiling beneath the grinding heels, he sighed and accepted his fate.

Bringing his arms up, Thomas caught those playful feet in his strong, warm hands. Holding them by their insteps, he pulled them tightly against his face, feeling Lori’s toes dance and wiggle in pure pleasure. His face pressed firmly against her soles warmed them nicely, while his hands rubbing along her insteps did likewise for the tops of her feet. She felt warmth and comfort radiate up from her toes, soles and insteps. The backs of her calves and thighs warmed nicely against Thomas’s chest and abdomen. She was in Heaven.

“Mmmmm,” Lori sighed loudly, “good choice, my faithful foot boy.”

No sooner were the words out of her mouth, than Lori decided on another method of comforting herself. Reaching back, she sought Thomas’s swollen manhood. She found it easily. With a wicked inward chuckle, she grabbed it in hand, and brought it to bear against her bottom. Thomas moved nearer to her, using his crotch area to warm her behind. Lori was sighing continuously, but not with lust. Rather, she sighed a sensual contentment…filled with both physical and emotional satisfaction.

Lori couldn’t resist one last body heating ploy. Still holding firmly onto Thomas’s member, she pressed it against the crack of her bottom. It felt so warm…throbbed so deliciously. She forced it deeper between her cheeks, beside herself with pleasure at the heat it radiated all along her valley. It seemed as if she was being warmed from the inside out. With a final push, she placed it completely between her quickly warming buttocks, submerging it between them as far as it would go. Then, with a sigh, she left it there, holding it firmly in place, squeezing it between her cheeks. Thomas made no attempt to remove it. It felt kind of nice there. And it certainly seemed to please Lori no end.

So there they lay, Lori on her side with her back to Thomas – Thomas likewise on his side, facing Lori, pressed against her back. The lay inverted, Thomas’s head at Lori’s feet. Those feet his face warmed and comforted, even as the pride and joy between his legs was being used as a warming stick between Lori’s bossy cheeks. The night passed this way, slave’s body used for the purpose of pampering Mistress’s.

But throughout the night, neither Lori nor Thomas slept soundly. Both wakened several times during the night, sometimes independently of one another, sometimes waking together. But there was no verbal communication when they both awoke simultaneously. Only body language passed between them. Thomas would snuggle against Lori, showing how much he wanted to comfort her, and how he now accepted his new – permanent – position. He’d kiss her feet and rub his face and hands all over them, making sure they were toasty warm. Lori would rub her feet on him mercilessly, reinforcing to him his proper place. And she’d stroke his cock to harden it again, then make sure it was once again warming her ass from deep inside. Their mutually accepted roles were cemented in that one night of restless sleep. Lori had indeed become the Mistress, and Thomas had eagerly accepted his place at her feet, reborn as her adoring slave.

And the morning, a scant hour or two away, looked brighter for both of them…full of decadently erotic pleasures. Once they’d accepted their roles, accepted their true selves, everything seemed to fall into place. Fantasy had led to revelation, and from there to reality. Mistress Lori would spend the next several decades in firm command of her compliant footboy. Thomas, in turn, would pamper and please his chosen Goddess in every way she could devise, and enjoy every second of it. It was right; it was as it should be. Mistress and slave, having lived together for years, had finally found each other. Their roles would never again change. The many, varied pleasures they would share from that day on would never diminish. Their true souls had bonded, become one, hers taking its place on top, his on the bottom.

And so, as Mistress and slave, finally and evermore united, they would both live happily ever after…..she always smiling wickedly down at him, and he forever gazing upward from below, starry eyes filled with awe and worship.

Discussion

Please Rate & Review - Our Authors Love Your Feedback!
{{ reviewsTotal }}{{ options.labels.singularReviewCountLabel }}
{{ reviewsTotal }}{{ options.labels.pluralReviewCountLabel }}
{{ options.labels.newReviewButton }}
{{ userData.canReview.message }}
Reborn a Servant

Table of Contents

Don’t Stop Here

Read More Like This

Couples

Morning Glory

A wife wakes her husband with some sexytime

Save Your Favorite Stories

You must be registered to save stories to your favorites list. Registration is 100% free and unlocks more features.

Free Audio

Register for FREE to get instant access to audio versions of all stories!

Smuthub Shop

We are launching the official Smuthub Sex Shop. We're coming soon and you can too! Sign up now and SAVE 15% on your first order!