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MisKaterina sat beside me on the couch and watched my face for an agonizingly long moment. Instinctively, I knew better than to look away from the dark eyes that searched my face for signs of resistance. I could already feel the tingling in my groin that guaranteed my cooperation with whatever MisKaterina had in mind. Without breaking her gaze, she pointed at her feet and snapped her fingers.
I stared at the bare brown feet with glossy black nail polish. I had thought about those same feet before. Had thought about what it would be like to kiss them and thought about what it would mean if I did.
I would be subservient to her. At least in my mind that’s what it would mean, and I was pretty sure I’d be confirming my status with her too. But she already knew I was a sub. That’s why she was confident I would obey. She expected me to obey. That’s what submissives do. The thought of being taken for granted by her was making me very hard.
She waited. We both knew what my obedience would signify. I would be consenting to her dominance and putting myself in service to her. And she had a witness. My wife Elena sat beside her, waiting to see what I would choose.
Permission to goad me into making a commitment had obviously already been granted. I imagine Elena was intrigued with what my response would be.
I focused on the challenge before me and banished any thoughts about the consequences of what I was about to do. I did not dare take my eyes off her feet.
But there was not much time to consider the implications of my situation. The decision was mine, one of the few I had left: pass or serve.
After an intense minute of having my lust banish everything else from my mind, my spine turned to jelly, and I slid off the couch onto the floor beside MisKaterina. I crouched on my hands and knees, with my elbows bent, my face inches away from her bare feet, and kissed both of them carefully, lingering over each one.
“Lick.”
Just one word. It was a deal sealer, not just a command. On my elbows and knees now, with my butt in the air and my cheek pressed against her skin, I licked her feet. I’m sure the act branded me as a submissive, in my psyche and in theirs. I kept licking until I covered every inch of skin, then I started over. I put her brown toes in my mouth and sucked them. She let me suck for a while.
“Enough. Stand up and take your clothes off. You will obviously be your subself from here on. Subs don’t wear clothes.” I took note for future reference: be naked and subservient when MisKaterina is present.
Elena and MisKaterina watched me strip with amused critical interest. “Slower. We want to see what you’re hiding between your legs. We want to watch you become what you are so desperate to be.” MisKaterina smiled.
Elena smiled at me too, with the same amused expression. “You stepped over the line today, and I’m afraid there’s no going back. She knew you would. She bet me days ago that if she offered you the slightest encouragement, you would bite.”
MisKaterina was right. I pulled off my Tshirt and unzipped my pants. I had wanted to expose myself to her ever since Elena had told me she was in the business of training subs. I kicked off my sandals and took off my pants.
But I’m an aspiring sub. We’re encouraged to be submissive and often punished for initiating. So I hadn’t said anything to Elena about my erotic MisKaterina fantasy.
I pulled down my briefs and stepped out of them. That meant Elena had conspired with MisKaterina without any input from me, solely because her curiosity had made her horny. That understanding made my cock ache. I stood passively in front of Elena and MisKaterina, naked, erect, and ready to submit to whatever would satisfy Elena’s curiosity.
“He looks good naked. You should keep him like this all the time.” She snapped her fingers and pointed at her feet again. “Do it again naked.” I swallowed hard and sank to the floor on all fours. Glancing up, I met her gaze, then looked down quickly.
“Never do that again, sub. You are not allowed to look directly at your superior unless directed. Meeting my gaze without my permission is a direct challenge to my authority. Do you want to challenge me, sub?”
“No Mistress. I apologize, Mistress. I was looking for clarification.” I hoped she understood. Unfortunately, she understood more than I did.
“I like what I see, sub. Make her cum, and I’ll let you cum. I can feel by your balls you’re ready again. Show me that look of abandon on her face. I want to hear her make the kind of noise she can’t control.”
MisKaterina slapped my ass again. “I want to see her cum! Do it sub! Make her cum!”
If I never do another thing on time, that one event will live on in my mind as the pinnacle of punctual obedience. Mistress could not have timed it better with a stopwatch. Elena screamed, every muscle in her torso contracted. Her thighs clamped to both sides of my head and cut off my air. I held my breath with my face buried in her crotch while her hips convulsed.
When her orgasm finally receded, Elena released my head, and I lay exhausted on the floor. MisKaterina stopped fondling my balls. She squeezed my erection dismissively, then moved to Elena. “You can wait for your turn, sub.”
“Good girl.” MisKaterina held Elena’s head in her lap and stroked her hair. I was content to nuzzle between Elena’s legs, cleaning away excess liquid, like the efficient tool I was. My cock drooled precum and felt like it was about to burst, but it would have to wait.
MisKaterina had promised I could cum again once Elena was satisfied. She just didn’t say when.
“I, … I believe you told me to kiss your feet again now that I am naked,” I managed.
“Exact words, sub.”
“‘Do it again naked’, Mistress. You told me to kiss and lick your feet again now that I was naked and more subservient, Mistress.” I was anxious, afraid I had misinterpreted her.
“Correct! I knew you could get it right.” She ruffled my hair affectionately and crossed her legs. “Kiss the white feet beside me first, sub. We will both be issuing training directives. So you will be obeying two Dommes until further notice.”
There was no going back. But now, instead of one Domme to please, I had two. Maybe I would learn twice as fast? I hoped so. I suspected having two Mistresses could have dire consequences for slow learners.
I heard Elena sigh. Her fingers tangled in my hair as my lips brushed against her foot. “He’s so obedient. I can hardly believe he’s mine.”
I lay my face on the floor and kissed the arches of her feet.
