“I…”
“You thought I wouldn’t notice? Honey, I’ve had half an eye on your ass since I knew I was going to spank the thing! Don’t act innocent you little fucking bitch. You’re not innocent. Your wife might be. She’s too sweet, isn’t she? She’s a virtuous little cunt who doesn’t know what you really need — to be put in your place.”
“No, I-”
“How could she?” Zoey continued, ignoring him. “It’s not like you tell her what you need. No, I can see that in your face, too… you’re too scared, is that it? Huh? Spineless?”
“What?”
“Say it. Say you’re spineless. Say, “I’m a spineless little worm, Goddess’,” Zoey said. When he didn’t reply, she slapped him across the face. “Now.”
“I… I’m a spineless little w-worm, goddess,” Michael stammered, eyes wide.
“That’s right,” Zoey smirked. “You’re a pathetic, needy, groveling, spineless little worm… too scared to open your mouth to ask for what you need.”
She reached out and brushed his cheek again.
“It’s all right, though, baby… it really is,” she said, softly. “That’s what your Goddess is here for — to put you in your place and show you how to be a man. Because you clearly never learned!”
“I guess so, goddess,” Michael said, swallowing.
“Well I’m here to teach you that fucking lesson, understand? I’m going to teach you how to be a fucking man,”
“Thankyou goddess,” he replied. Zoey rolled her eyes.
“Turn around. I’m taking off my nightgown,” she said. Without hesitating, Michael did as he was told and turned around. He was going to see everything anyway, but she enjoyed his obedience.
In one smooth motion, Zoey took off the nightgown and tossed it onto an arm of the chair.
“Now you can look, you little bitch,” she said. Zoey always liked it when she was in control of when men looked. It made her feel powerful, and was quite addictive; having a man’s eyes cloud with lust at her command. It made her feel even sexier than the expensive La Perla lingerie she had on.
They all loved her body. The way her legs seemed unnaturally long, the way her hips slid into a surprisingly slim waist for a woman her size. She looked like a pin-up model that should be gracing the side of a WW2 bomber, winking at men in their dreams; but here she was, as real as they were.
Michael was no different. The way he sucked in air at every inch she exposed she knew she had him like a deer in headlights.
“You… you look like a dream, goddess,” Michael said.
“Oh I see, this is your dream, isn’t it?” Zoey laughed. “Being dominated by a sexy, half-naked woman? It’s all your dreams come true! You see my lingerie — expensive lingerie, I might add — and you feel a shiver up your spine, don’t you?”
“Y-yes, goddess.”
“And I bet my stockings are making your cock throb, aren’t they cunt?” She said, grabbing his cock.
“Oh yes they are! Damn that’s a throbbing cock! And to think I’ve been…”
She slapped his cock, slapping it again and again each gap in her sentence.
“…slapping… and… squeezing… your… poor… cock. It just gets harder, doesn’t it?”
He was harder than she thought he could be, his cock was bulging, straining against itself. The head was purple, veins were popping out of the shaft. She wrapped her fingers around it and began to stroke once more.
“You like it when I slap your cock; you’re a naughty little boy, aren’t you? Aren’t you?” she said.
“Y-yes,” Michael groaned in pleasure.
“Yes you are! Good boy. And what about those balls? Don’t think I’ve forgotten them,” Zoey added, roughly grabbing his ballsack. Michael flinched, but yet again his hands didn’t move from his sides.
“How does the feel? To have another woman gripping your balls? What would your wife think?”
Michael didn’t reply, simply staring straight ahead and inhaling, taking short, sharp breaths.
“What happens if I squeeze?” Zoey continued. “You liked it the first time…”
She closed her hand to a fist, squeezing harder than she had before. She felt each of his balls distinctly in her palm; enjoying the way they felt as she tightened her grip. Michael grimaced in pain.
“P-please,” he gasped.
“Oh?” Zoey said. “What’s that?”
“Please let go of my balls,” Michael gasped. Zoey frowned.
“Did you say harder goddess?”
“No, please…” he said, frantically.
“My pleasure!” Zoey laughed, tightening her grip further.
“Fuck!” Michael exclaimed. Tears pooled at the corner of his eyes.
“Awh! Don’t cry!” Zoey laughed, letting go of his balls and starting to stroke his cock again. “It’s okay! Did I hurt you? Did I hurt you when I squeezed your balls?”
Her client’s head dropped.
“Yes goddess,” he said sheepishly. His cock was as hard as ever. It almost looked angry.
“Well that’s too bad!” Zoey laughed. “Come with me, cunt.”
Zoey began to lead him in circles around the room, gripping his cock tightly.
“Stop your whining!” she laughed. “Some men like being led around by their cock. Usually I would take a client straight to my playroom, but…” Zoey chuckled. “Seeing as you wanted a fucking therapist, I thought my sofa would be fitting.”
Zoey sat down, falling into the sofa’s embrace. She let out a long sigh.
“Ah, that’s better! I have just been on my feet all day!” she said, soaking in ‘Well don’t just stand there awkwardly! Get on your fucking knees!”
Michael followed her instructions quickly, just about scrambling to kneel in front of her. His obedience aroused her. She bit her lower lip.
“Good boy! You’re a little natural, aren’t you?”
“Yes goddess, thankyou goddess,” he said quickly, nodding his head. She laughed.
“Do you like my shoes, cunt?” she said, rolling her foot. Six inch stiletto heels, for when just being tall wasn’t enough. “You’re glad I kept them on, aren’t you?”
Michael couldn’t keep his eyes off them. “I… I do, I am, goddess,” he stammered, gaze fixed on her feet.
“Does your wife wear heels like these?”
“N-no… no she doesn’t,” Michael said softly.
“That’s too bad,” she said. Michael’s lips were dry, she saw his tongue dart out to wet them. Smirking, she pointed her toes towards him and he mirrored the move, edging ever so slightly closer.
“Take a good, long look at my shoes, that’s it, lean in closer,” Zoey teased. “As close as you can get. Smell them. Kiss them.”
He didn’t have to be asked twice, before he was kissing her shoes, dragging his wet lips across them, leaving glistening streaks. He was clay in her hands, seeing his submission sent a wave of fiery lust through her.
“They’re filthy, aren’t they? Disgusting. But that’s where you come in. You’re going to lick my boots clean, whilst telling me all about this lovely wife of yours,” Zoey said.
Michael paused, staring at her. Strands of saliva hung from his lips to her shoes. He looked like an idiot. He looked pathetic — and nothing made her wetter.
“Go on, worship my boots you pathetic little cunt,” she said encouragingly, and before long he was licking her boots as if someone had lit a fire under his ass. This unassuming middle manager was just a submissive little bitch.
“That’s it, good boy! What a man you are, worshipping a stranger’s boots,” she cackled. “How can I even call you a man? What was it I called you earlier?”
“A worm, goddess,” Michael said quickly in between licks. Zoey burst out laughing.
“A worm! That’s it. What a good memory you have!” she said. “You’re a pathetic, spineless little worm! That’s it! Keep worshipping my shoes like that!”
She watched as he kept licking. It amused her. There he was, a married man, on all fours, ass waving in the air as he licked a stranger’s shoes. He didn’t know where she’d walked, he didn’t know where she’d been. But he excitedly ran his tongue along the sole of her shoe.
“It suits you,” Zoey mused. “And it shows off that nice, juicy ass of yours. Spin around; present that ass for me.”
He went to get up, but Zoey slapped him.
“No, don’t get up,” she said. “Stay on your knees, on all fours. Do it, cunt!”
Slowly, he spun around. She was impressed when he put his head down and stuck his behind as high in the air as he could. A natural sub. Zoey was taken by the sight of this man, this stranger, bending over for her. It sent a wave of lust and arousal through her.
“My god look at this ass! So firm and juicy!” Zoey said, getting off the couch and lowering herself onto her knees behind him. “And so, so pretty! Such a nice ass!”
She began to massage his ass cheeks and running her fingers across them. Michael cooed softly, obviously enjoying the attention.
“I bet your wife doesn’t touch this ass, does she? So this is all mine, isn’t it?” she said.
“Yes goddess,” Michael moaned.
“Good boy. Say: ‘my ass is yours, goddess'”
“My ass is yours, goddess.” He was barely hesitating anymore.
“Good boy! All mine!” Zoey giggled, planting a wet kiss on his left asscheek.
“This poor ass never gets the attention it deserved! (kiss) Well, until now anyway.”
She gave his asscheeks a few more kisses, before biting without warning. Not hard, but sharp enough that he grunted and she felt a hand flail around behind him to push her away. She dragged her teeth down his ass before pulling away.
“Awh! What’s that! You don’t like it when I bite?” Zoey laughed. “Too bad. Keep talking about your wife, bitch. I want to know everything.”
She pushed her head forward, tongue out, a long, deep lick of his asshole. His ass tasted nice, if a little salty. He wasn’t ungroomed or unclean, he took care of himself. There was the faint trace of whatever soap he used in the shower, mixed with a little sweat.
She started to rim his asshole, saying, between licks, things like: “Uh-huh”, “That’s nice” or even “Does that feel good? My tongue in your ass”. Slowly, his guard started to fade, she was breaking down those walls.
The words spewed out of him. They’d met in college, sophomore year. Love at first sight. She hated his parents, he loved hers. They married after graduating, and moved to Rust City. Both worked in the city, moved to the suburbs, had kids, sex life fell away. He’d never been ‘brave’ enough to have an affair…
Interesting choice of words. Without warning, she spanked his ass. Michael jumped in surprise.
“You wanted to have a fucking affair? You just said it was love at first sight!” Zoey said, spanking his ass again. She kept licking, only stopping to ask a question or take a breath. He was so easy to mold while her tongue explored his body.
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