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Chapter 3 part 5 A Submissive Female Of New York City

Chapter 3 part 5
A Submissive Female Of New York City

Sue had a very tender expression on her face. She held out her wrists gamely.

Phil felt his heart pounding as he cuffed them. He chained them together about shoulder width apart. Her ankles received shackles of similar length. Then he connected the third chain between the other two, forming a sideways H shape. Sue would not be able to lift her arms up higher than her chest, nor spread her arms wide. She could walk, but not run.

And there she was, this beautiful, passionate, and brave woman turned into his stripped, fettered slave. She was his, to do with as he pleased. His cock was straining at his pants.

First off, act like a slave. Clean my shoes. Just the tops will do.

Your slave hears and obeys, sire.

She headed into the bathroom, took a cloth, wet it, and knelt in front of him. He didn't remove the shoes as she carefully cleaned them.

Are they clean, slave?

Yes, my lord.

Clean enough to lick?

She looked up at him, startled. He met her gaze with a look of pure evil. She looked back at him, her face forming into a defiant expression. She bent down and started to lick his shoes. Phil couldn't even feel it, but the sight of her prostrated made his pulse race and his cock twitch.

He pulled on the leash and yanked her to face him. "Are you enjoying this, slut?"

In answer, she kissed the pillar in his pants. "I'm enjoying that, my lord." She bent down and resumed her licking.

"Now undress me, using your teeth instead of your hands as much as possible."

This was harder than it had been yesterday, as Sue could no longer lift her arms high. It was easier for her to pull his sleeves off by gripping them in her teeth. Likewise, for his shirt, biting his collar.

When she pulled his briefs down his cock hit her in the face, so hard was it. Under his mask of sternness, he wanted to jump for joy, to scream, to yell. He had a slave! A real sex slave, he could make her do anything!

"I have a little ritual for you. I call it paying respects."

"Your wish is my command, master."

When I say 'pay your respects,' you will first kiss both my feet, crawl between my legs, and kiss my ass cheeks, both of them.
Then you will crawl under me again and kiss the tip of my cock, looking at me in the eyes. Do that now.

Her lips on his ass felt wonderful. The crawling aroused him as much as the kisses. Part of him wanted to jam his cock into her mouth and use her then and there. But he didn't want this paradise to end too soon.

Look at you, on your hands and knees like a dog.

"Rolf," she said, in a not entirely convincing imitation of a dog's bark.

Breathe the way a dog breathes.

Sue's panting made Phil drool. "Lick my hands," he said. She started to lick them rapidly, as a dog would, but then took his fingers, one after another, into her mouth, sucking him gently, as if giving them a blowjob. She looked up at him, and Phil could see the trust and contentment in her eyes.

That she was enjoying her own degradation was something Phil could not comprehend, could not fathom. But the asymmetry drove him wild. This was not an exchange of equals. He was master and she was slave. He was to be served she was to serve. The patriarchy of it thrilled him. The rules were gone, shredded to ribbons.

He took the leash and walked his dog, taking her all the way around the room. I can't believe you'd crawl like a dog.

I'm your little bitch, master.

Bark for me, bitch. Phil amused himself by having her make a variety of dog sounds: yelps, barks, and whines.

"Now you know what to do with what we bought at the pet store."

She took the water bowl out of the bag. He had her fill it with water from the bathroom tap.

"Now drink, bitch."

God! An unclothed, shackled woman on her hands and knees, lapping up water out of a bowl, like a dog. The sight of water brought an odd feeling to his bladder. Could he piss on her? He was tempted to, but that would violate the limits they had agreed to. No. He could not do that.

"See what else is in that bag, bitch."

She stuck her head in the bag and came out with the bone between her teeth. Phil took it and tossed it across the room. "Fetch."

Phil could not believe what was happening. The ankle chains stopped her from moving her legs quickly, and made her wiggle her ass tantalizingly from side to side. But she fetched the bone. Seeing her bend down to take it in her mouth was almost more than he could bear. Dropping it down by his feet and lolling her tongue—

He grabbed her face and pressed her nose to his cock. Not missing a beat, she licked his balls. Suddenly, he pulled away.

"It's going to be hard for me to last long with you, slut."

"Perhaps master would like to read something? Put up his feet?"

Phil sat down in the armchair, while Sue dutifully fetched his newspaper, carrying it in her mouth. She did not stand up, waddling on her knees all the way across the room.

I will make a good footrest for master, Sue purred. She pushed her head behind his legs, nudging them upwards, until she was on all fours, sideways in front of him, his feet nestled comfortably on her back.

You read a lot, don't you, master? I can tell by the way you talk. No wonder you're so smart. And I'm so stupid.

I never said you were stupid, slave.

"I'd like it if you did."

"But you're not—"

"Be honest. Has there been no one in your life you've been tempted to call stupid?"

"Certainly not you. And I try not to with anyone."

"I like being humiliated, master. You're smart enough to figure the rest out."

Phil tried to read the paper, but who can do that with a beautiful sex slave literally at your feet? He closed it abruptly.

"Bathe me, you...you stupid girl." Her face broke out into a big smile.

Getting Sue into the tub was harder than he'd thought. Her leg chain wasn't long enough for her to step into the tub. She finally got in by sitting on the tub rim, then swinging her legs over it.

To be continued
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