Slave's Dilemma
Copyright© 2020 by Iwannat
Chapter 1
My mistress likes me on my knees. She’s on the steps ignoring me and I’m on my knees looking up at her. I’m not wearing anything under my jeans, she checked, she doesn’t like it when I wear things underneath. We’re in my backyard high trees around so no one can see in, no one can see what she does to me.
She’s in jean shorts a tank top and her Chuck Taylors rest on me. She is using me as a foot stand. One foot resting on my thigh the other on my shoulder. One of her shoes gently taps me in the side of the head I’m not allowed to stop it. She wants me to move, pull away, to avoid being hit so she can do something even worse.
If I look straight ahead I can see where her thighs meet, the jean shorts barely covering it. She makes me look at the ground though so I can’t admire it. She looks down at me to check, to make sure and then goes back to ignoring me.
She is talking on her phone, cigarette in the other hand, there’s a cold beer that rests on the step beside her. She takes a sip, drags from the cigarette and checks to make sure I am still looking at the ground. I am cheating, looking at her soft inner thighs (a slight sheen of sweat) and she knows it, she steals glances at me trying to catch me so she can punish me.
She talks to some old friend on the phone, someone I don’t know, taking her time; like she has all the time in the world. Like there isn’t a man on his knees in front of her. Heart beat going faster with anticipation, knees throbbing with pain, cock pushing against is jeans. The foot resting on my thigh taps my cock on occasion. Sometimes she presses down against it, pushing it against me like she is putting out a cigarette. Sometimes its gentle and sometime it’s too hard and a grimace and she grins. All the while ignoring me.
She is sitting on those steps like a thrown. When I first met her she told me I would have to please her much more than show would every please me, that she would take advantage of me and I agreed. That first slip that started the snowball, that started the avalanche that brought me here not knowing that submission was my pleasure.