Chapter 6: Sucked, Stroked, Teased and Denied

The rule of the trailer became obvious: Females get as many orgasms as they want, and boys get teased to the brink relentlessly... and then denied!

I awoke inside the closet. The heat was already stifling in the pitch darkness, and I heard hustle and bustle outside the door as the girls moved about and chatted happily. Mistress Martha opened the door and the influx of light made me blink a few times in adjustment before her image became clear... she was completely nude, covered with sweat, her hair stringy and face flushed.

"Time for you to come out, we want a penis," she stated simply as she began to unbind me quickly. My arms were sore from the night of bondage, and my wrists and shoulders ached from the suspension. My knees also throbbed from bearing my weight against the thick wire mesh of the dog cage I'd been kneeling on.

She was breathless, excited, and impatient, however, and she led my little body roughly by the elbow to the center of her bedroom floor. On the bed were the three girls, also breathing heavily and their nude bodies sheened with sweat. They lay in a row on their backs facing me, using their arm to prop themselves up in a half-seated posture with their legs extended and their bare feet hanging over the edge of the bed.

"Jamie, right now I'm going to start teaching you the art of body worship. All women love to be worshipped, and a male who knows how to pour his passion into it is the best. I want to start with teaching you how to worship a female foot. So, I have a question for you. Look at these three girls for me," she said as she waved her hand as if displaying wares, "and tell me which of these three you would most want to worship the feet of."

I looked at the glistening girls with their flushed pretty faces and heaving chests. On the left was my sister Kaitlyn; thirteen, golden-skinned, slim, her breasts having budded nicely, her pretty eyes and light brown hair framing her gorgeous face, her slim legs terminating in those tiny, delicate, high-arched feet. In the center, my thirteen-year-old cousin Tanya, curly blonde hair awash about her round and cherubic face, her pleasingly rounded body looking sweet and beckoning, her spread legs revealing a tiny blond-wisped little pussy, and her small feet so pale and epitomizing cuteness. On the right, the skinny little body and puffy-nippled fresh cream that was my younger cousin Lanya. She waggled her feet at me and smiled as I gazed upon her. I smiled a bit in return, and she licked her lips while lifting her legs a bit to flash me her soles, spreading and wiggling her toes in the process. Her feet were tiny, tiny young peds that looked so innocently pure except for the thin layer of grime marring her barefoot soles. I knew my choice. I pointed to eleven-year-old Lanya.

"Excellent!" Martha replied, "then Tanya and Kaitlyn will assist me as I guide Jamie through the worship of Lanya's feet."

Martha started handing out orders until we had built the following scenario:

I lay on my back in the center of the floor. A little padded hassock was placed behind my head, and Lanya was seated upon this. My hands were were stretched

above my head and tied so that they were wrapped around the hassock-throne Lanya occupied. Her sister Tanya knelt on a pillow that had been placed between my legs, and my legs were spread and tied to a wooden bar between cuffed ankles.

Mistress Martha sat on a chair presiding over this scene, to my right. My sister stood behind Lanya, caressing the girl's shoulders and breasts gently with powdered hands.

Mistress spoke. "Jamie, Lanya is about to allow you to worship her feet. There is great symbolism to this. Unlike the raw sex of licking her pussy, this is a display of your submission to her. You will show her your respect and your inferiority by laying underneath the lowest point of her female body and using your tongue to lick the very soles of her feet clean. You will worship her feet, and you will also give her some of your power. Do you understand?"

I knew that I wanted to lick Lanya's little feet, so I replied "Yes, I do."

Martha answered me with this: "Going forward, Jamie, you will refer to the girls as 'Princess'. I am to be addressed as Mistress Martha, of course, but tthe girls are Princesses Kaitlyn, Tanya, and Lanya. Failure to show this respect will result in your being punised. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied. I could see the undersides of Lanya's feet dangling over the edge of the hassock just inches from my lips, and I wanted them right away! I had been craving feet for a while, but it hadn't been something that my sister and I had experimented with in our little games back at home. I'd thought that wanting to lick a girl's feet was weird, so I hadn't mentioned it, and now I was about to be ordered to do it! My mouth was watering as I imagined the salty taste of Lanya's little dirty sweaty feet.

"The procedure is this, Slave," Mistress began again, emphasizing 'slave', "your duty is to lovingly kiss and suck every square inch your Mistresses' (or, Princess's, in this case) feet, from her ankles down, using only your lips and tongue, meaning, never your teeth, until not a single speck of dirt or grime can be found upon their skin.

You do one foot at a time."

Mistress turned to Lanya now. "You are being worshipped. Kaitlyn will be supporting and caressing you as Slave Jamie shows you his deepest submission by cleaning the dirt and sweat from your feet and taking it into his own body. You only need to relax and enjoy your powers as a female who has a groveling male on the floor before her feet. Lower one foot to his mouth, heel first, and move it about his face as you see fit to enjoy yourself and allow his mouth access to clean it up completely, including removing the accumulated filth between your toes. When you are satisfied that the first foot is completely sotess, you then lower your other heel to his mouth and he will repeat the worship."

A pause as Mistress now addressed Tanya, who knelt betwen my legs, her breasts thrust out and her pretty mouth half-open as she rocked gently and took deep breaths.

"Tanya, your job is to play with the slave's little penis, keeping it hard and teased, but under NO circumstances allowing him to have an orgasm. Use your judgment. If you think he is about to come, you need to stop immediately and simply grasp the tip of his cock in your fist and squeeze as hard as you can. Or, in an emergency, simply punch his little bare nutsack with your fist, hard. Got it?"