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“What are you doing with my toy?” I ask Bea, walking back towards the kitchen with Em close behind me. I turn to you in your chair and smile when I see my prediction was right – I had known the collar would set something off in Bea’s head, making her more inclined to treat you like a pet. Her mind was not hard to follow, it just became a matter of seeing if she’ll act on her impulses. When granted the opportunity to toy with someone like you, I’ve learned she’ll rarely say no.
“He called me goddess,” Bea says, a sweet blush spreading across her cheeks, casting her in an oddly innocent light.
“Really?” I ask, my gaze settling harshly on you. “He’s not supposed to speak to you.” Hearing this, Bea’s face brightens even more. Unintentionally getting you in trouble felt like an added bonus to the demeaning fun she was already having with you.
“Does that mean he’ll get punished?” She asks, unable to suppress her giddy smile.
“It does.” I say, stepping towards you menacingly, collar in hand.
“Part of me thinks he did it on purpose,” Em says, eyeing you skeptically as I strap the leather tight around your neck.
“You’re probably right,” I tell her, laughing as I buckle the device and take a step back, admiring my work. The leather looks right, set tight against your skin like this, and I can tell you feel safe, tucked into your corner, collared and ready to serve.
“What should we make him do?” Em questions, slipping a finger in the small space çeşme escort between your collar and your neck, tugging at it to test its tightness. She smiles as you try not to wince and pats your head when she’s done, laughing as she tells you to be a good boy.
Bea has already come up with your punishment by the time we turn our attention back to her, giggling while she collects something from the front haul. She hurries back into the living room holding her and Em’s heels in her arms.
“What shoes are you wearing tonight?” She asks, dropping the bundle of straps and patent leather on the floor in front of your feet before heading down the hall towards my bedroom.
“The knee black boots behind my door,” I tell her, grinning as I wink at you. Your face flushes noticeably from the eye contact and your body shifts against the cold steel of your chair. Bea skips back into the room giddily, clutching my black leather boots to her chest. She places them beside her and Em’s shoes and looks at you.
“Lick them clean,” she orders, thrusting a finger towards the pile of patent leather at your feet. Your face flushes as you bow your body and tentatively select the first shoe off the ground — one of Em’s blood red pumps. You look at the leather and bring the shoe up to your mouth slowly, your shy tongue emerging, approaching the surface of the shoe with quiet caution.
“Wait!” Em shouts, “I don’t want his başakşehir escort fucking spit on my shoes. Make him use a rag or something.”
“Fine,” Bea says, rolling her eyes dramatically, “I just wanted to see if he would actually do it… which it definitely looks like he would have.”
The three of us turn and laugh at you, still frozen in place, mouth open, shoe gripped, awaiting your next order. Your obedience is the most important thing to you right now, your need to please us heightened after you broke my speaking rule. Looking at you now I think you enjoy breaking the rules every now and then, knowing I come down on you even harder when you do.
I take Em’s heel from you and replace it with my tall black boots. I point to a small smudge on the toe and tell you to lick. I see a shiver of pleasure run through your still body as you obey the command, reveling in the humiliation. Your tongue works faithfully at the spot of dirt, licking and rubbing until the leather shines clean. I smile and pat your head.
“Good boy,” I say, before turning my attention back to Bea and Em. “See, he’ll do it.”
The two women laugh at your eagerness to please and Bea wrings out a wet rag from the kitchen, tossing it into your lap.
“Now use this,” she orders, “and you can use your shirt to dry them.” You nod and get to work, running the rag methodically over the scuffed soles of our shoes, rubbing küçükçekmece escort out as much dirt as you.
“Is your wallet in your bedroom?” I ask. Your desperate eyes rise to mine and I smile, “You can answer that.”
“Yes, goddess.” You say, blushing at the chance to speak in the presence of my friends.
“Did you get cash for us?”
“Yes, goddess.”
“Good boy,” I say again, watching your body tighten at the phrase. I turn on my heels and head happily towards your bedroom.
I open your door and waltz into the space comfortably, knowing I have the right to enter whenever I see fit. I scan the neat space until my eyes land on your desk, where your wallet sits splayed open, an ample amount of bills spilling out. I smile at the sight and feel an excited joy rush through me at the thought of spoiling Em and Bea with your money.
I walk back towards the living room where you are still obediently sitting, rubbing the soles of our shoes with vigor as Em and Bea giggle at your efforts.
“How much cash did he take out for us?” Bea asks me, eagerly eyeing the sleek leather wallet in my hand.
“Three hundred,” I tell her, “enough to satisfy you?”
“Hmm,” Bea ponders playfully, “I guess it will be for tonight.”
“Just for tonight?” Em asks, nudging Bea teasingly as she collects her clean pair of heels from your lap.
“He’ll have to double it next weekend,” Bea says, remaining serious while Em and I smile. I turn to you and lean in close as I take back my tall black boots, pressing down on the leather before lifting them off your lap. I feel you twitch through the boots and the fabric of your pants and laugh at your eager desperation.
“She might be even more demanding than I am,” I tell you, releasing the pressure on your lap while a warm, dizzying flush floods through you.
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