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Chapter
11
Linda got dressed and
continued her painting. Since I didn't have a clock in my field
of vision, I really didn't know what time it was.
I guessed that it must
have been close to the end of the workday when she packed up her
things and untied me.
"Look at that thing,"
she said pointing at my penis. "We'll have to get the swelling down
somehow. I can't leave you like that. If I do, you'll just jerk
off, and you're not allowed to do that without permission."
I was sort of glad to
hear that. Being erect for most of the day was difficult no matter
how many times I had come, but I was concerned about her expectations.
I was, after all, coming up hard on 40, and I didn't have the juice
I had 20 years ago. I was sure Linda's experience was mostly with
men closer to her own age.
"I'd love to serve you
Ms. Worthington, but I don't know if I have any semen left after
what you and Mistress Kim did to me."
"Hmmm, I see what you
mean. Maybe we'll have to replenish your sperm supply," she countered.
She pointed to the floor in front of my punishment platform. "Kneel.
Get down on all fours and face the board."
I did as ordered. She
slid a chair over, sat on it, put both legs over the board, and
planted the toes of both her sneakers in front of my face. "Kiss
them," she said, and I obliged. She untied one and slid her foot
out. It was covered with my slimy come.
"Lick it clean, dick-brain,"
she ordered, putting her calf on the board, and positioning her
foot right in front of my face. I closed my eyes and went for it.
The taste of come, sweat, and whatever else was dissolved from the
inside of her shoe was overwhelming. I nearly gagged. However, after
all the training the Worthington twins gave me over the last couple
of days, I didn't even consider not doing it.
It felt funny to be
running my tongue around an already well-lubricated foot. But Linda
was enjoying it, and it was important to me that Linda enjoy whatever
I do for her.
When I got that foot
clean, she made me do the other. Then it was time to clean out her
sneakers. She made me stick my face into it a lick up all that I
could. The smell was stronger than all my previous sniffing expeditions
put together.
I couldn't reach all
of the insides of her sneakers although I probed and pushed with
my face as hard as I could. The come covered everything, and I emerged
from my task with my face coated.
Linda laughed at me.
"You really will do everything I tell you to do. Won't you?"
"Yes Ms. Worthington."
"Good, obedient, Tommy.
Now go clean yourself off like a good little boy." She sent me off
to the spare bathroom with a playful swat on my butt.
When I came back, I
noticed that she had donned socks and put her work boots back on.
She tossed her sneakers at me one at a time and I caught them. "Here,"
she said, "You'll wash them out by hand tonight. I want them absolutely
clean inside and out."
She walked over to me
holding up a collection of toothbrushes. "I picked these up from
the master bedroom bath. Which is yours?"
I pointed it out to
her. She gave it to me and said, "You'll need it to get into the
ridges on the outsole," she said running her finger over the strip
of rubber holding the soles to the uppers. "While you're at it,
it probably wouldn't be a bad idea to get the crepe rubber soles
clean as well. When you get done with the rubber parts make sure
you get the canvas clean as well. I suggest massaging them with
your fingers. Use a hair dryer to get them dry. I might want to
wear them first thing tomorrow. I want to see them looking like
new in the morning. If you do a good job, I might let you do the
rest of my sneakers. If you don't do a good job ..." She let it
hang. I had no idea what would happen to me if I didn't do the task
to her satisfaction and I had less of an idea that I wanted to find
out.
"You are going
to do a good job, aren't you?"
"Yes, Ms. Worthington."
I realized that domination from these women was not limited to just
when they were present. They were now giving me "homework" assignments
to keep me busy when they weren't around.
"Now, let's see what
we can do to get rid of that swelling," Linda said directing me
to the board once again. This time I lay there for a while untied
as she disappeared into the kitchen. I no longer needed restraints,
I simply did as she said.
I heard the can opener.
So did Toby, our rather oversized and lovable but otherwise useless
feline. I observed the orange blur as she sprang from wherever it
was she was sleeping and took the most direct route to the kitchen.
Toby moved at a slow and regal pace at most times, but lost all
dignity when it came to food.
Linda returned carrying
squeeze bottle. Toby was almost between her feet as she walked,
magically avoiding getting stepped on or kicked as only a cat can
do.
Linda removed her shorts
and panties and straddled my face. She lowered her pussy to my face
and gave her usual monosylabic command, "TONGUE!" I reached out
with the named organ and lapped at her clitoris. Linda leaned forward.
The next thing I felt was a drop of something hitting my penis.
Then I felt Toby bound full upon the board. Toby's motor was idling
rather loudly. I could hear her purring even though both my ears
were muffled by Linda's thighs.
Another drop hit my
penis. I could feel Toby's nose nuzzle my organ, then her tongue.
The rough, wet, warm surface had me fully erected with just two
licks.
Linda explained what
she was doing. "This is a mixture of milk, a dash of honey, corn
starch, and a dash of oil left over from that shrimp we had. Toby
seems to like it, don't you think?"
I managed a "nuh, huh"
without my tongue even breaking stride.
Linda was divebombing
my penis with the liquid with pin-point accuracy. She placed it
drop by drop on the exact spot where she wanted Toby to lick next.
Linda let Toby work her way all the way around the head of my penis
several times before allowing her to concentrate on the underside.
Linda held my penis
still with one hand so Toby could do her job. Once she did that,
Toby's sandpaper-like tongue had an immediate effect. My balls contracted,
and I shot my come straight up apparently, since it landed back
on my penis.
Toby took time out to
bat at my penis with her paw as I was coming. I was glad she was
a strictly indoor cat and was declawed. Then Toby went back to work
on my penis with her tongue. Linda had stopped dripping the liquid,
but Toby was still licking my cock!
Linda laughed and left
Toby to it. I wondered briefly if Toby was merely licking at my
penis because of a conditioned reflex. Then I dismissed it; cats
don't learn that fast, if at all. Toby liked the taste of semen!
"It seems your cat learns
faster than you," Linda said. "Now get licking and get me off."
I increased the tempo of my licking, trying in vain to ignore Toby's
ministrations to my cock. In less than a minute I had my reward.
Linda's body tensed, and my face was flooded.
Linda dismounted and
got dressed. Toby finished with her snack by now, also dismounted
and went in search of a new place to take a nap or give herself
a bath.
Linda let herself out.
She stopped at the door and turned. "Big day tomorrow. Don't forget
my sneakers."
I stood there naked
in front of her. "Yes Ms. Worthington."
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