Not Only His

The path through the woods towards the beach was wide and smooth. It shouldn't have been a problem even during daytime, much less in the middle of the night, in fact, Thomas should have been happy to walk without risk to stumble and trip. This time, however, it was a disadvantage. Even when most of the people were asleep, someone still might have had a nice stroll in mind.

Thomas didn't know what exactly was about to happen. Lexi, his choirmate, had told him to keep everything a secret. Even gave him a simple backstory that he had to take care of a few 'urgent' issues back in the city. He had left the local community centre, which was on occasions used for their gatherings, hours ago, had spent some time in the surrounding woods and had even had a quick snooze in his car.

Although Lexi was about to get married soon, he couldn't stop thinking of her. Not as if he'd been in love. No, it was different, he craved another kind of attention. He knew the world of femdom was not unknown to her and she knew that he was on the submissive side.

Therefore, he didn't want anyone else to be there, he wished he could spend time with her alone. In whichever everyday situation he took her secretly as his domina, sometimes even as a goddess. He was happy when she asked him something to do, sometimes he was glad even just being in her presence. Was it because he worshipped her in a disturbing and unhealthy manner? As he saw it, it was just closest to a dom-sub relationship, which he longed for. Now that they were about to meet in the middle of the night out of everyone else's company, there just had to be something special to expect.

There had been a row of events that had led him to reveal his submissive side. After that, Lexi had once or twice used a few stricter words when talking to him. Nothing too colourful, only in a line of 'getting the crop, if…' or alike. While he had always enjoyed it, he had also been very cautious to bring up the subject himself.

Only once had Thomas actually served her. They had been first to arrive at the said community centre during a muddier time of the year and he had jokingly mentioned that her boots, beautiful black boots reaching up to her knees, had dirt on them. He had expected to just make a petty comment, a subtle remark hinting towards his interests, to delicately express himself in the territory he constantly felt alone in, but it had turned out elsewise.

'Then you can clean them,' had been a friendly and teasing answer. While he had looked for a witty response, she had been much stricter, saying that she hadn't been joking.

He usually wore leather footwear along with a leather belt, therefore sometimes had a tube of polish and a brush with him; of course, if it wasn't too impractical to carry. Not that it would have been a problem if he hadn't had those, any piece of cloth could have done the job.

She had been standing there, not even taken her footwear off when Thomas had gone all over her boots. He had brushed, avoiding touching them with hands. It had been much different from usual shoe care. Not holding a piece of footwear in his own hand nor wearing it himself was a new kind of experience. Cleaning those seemingly firmly planted items, yet knowing that the wearer can feel every stroke through the material and is hovering above him, had been amazing. When it had been time to take care of the backsides, he had supported him with a free hand… it had been a contactless hugging of her legs.

It had happened long ago, months had passed, another boot-season wasn't too far away.

The beach seemed way larger in the nighttime and the sound of the waves more prominent. Apart from those only a gentle breeze could be heard. The temperature had fallen, but not too much. Gusts of wind brushing him were even enjoyable.

It was a bit past the appointed time. He had actually been there at least half an hour before, but with this kind of scenery around him, there was no reason to track time.

A silhouette appeared. It had to be Lexi, Thomas hoped it was Lexi. The height, the movements, everything hinted he hadn't been wrong. Something moved in his trousers when he watched her approaching.

He stood and waited until she got closer. While walking, she kept her eyes on him. It was already time to say hello, but he didn't want to. Her approach expressed that she might not reply and he preferred to face the consequences rather than to look overeager for her attention and to be ignored.

Not far away, maybe about twice of arm's reach she stepped out of her shoes and continued barefoot. Going past Thomas she told him to follow, but when he moved, she looked over her shoulder and ordered him to take her footwear with him. She kept going and after picking up her shoes he had to sprint to catch up.

For a while Lexi led them along the shoreline, in silence. Even the wind and the waves seemed to be more hushed than maybe just ten minutes ago.

Thomas gladly took his position on her side, but half an arm's length behind. So he could avoid peeking at her boobs constantly; she was a bit shorter than he was and those full breasts were in the line of sight all the time. Yet, this idea was so stupid that he couldn't even convince himself, he didn't believe it even for a second. Instead, he had to admit that it felt weird to walk side by side with her. Partly because of how much power she had over him, but he also felt that keeping himself right next to her, being sort of ignored already, would seem like a desperate attempt to have attention.

He watched her feet pacing on the sand instead. At this hour most of the colours were the same, but he still remembered what he had seen during daytime – modest brownish purple nail polish, matching her fingers. She seemed to move almost effortlessly and so softly. Lucky sand, being trampled on… If only he could feel those feet stepping on him. Even if only onto his own flat of the foot or hand. Soft cool skin against his…

Now and then Thomas wished to ask about her exact plans, but didn't dare to. It wasn't that important anyway, he was sure he'd find it out in a matter of minutes, maybe in a quarter of an hour.

He wasn't wrong, Lexi broke the silence. She pointed out that he had not opposed her when she had suggested this meetup, not even asked the reason or what she had in mind. She also told how feeble he had looked when she had walked towards him earlier. The closer she had reached, the weaker he had become. Now he had to do everything he was told to. She delivered her message just like that, straightforwardly.

He was given a chance to desist, but he thought he had to be crazy not to grasp the opportunity.

'Then take off your clothes!'

He slowly took off his footwear, the whole time wanting to say something.

'If anyone…'

'Nobody is coming here,' Lexi calmed him.

He unbuttoned his shirt and had to ask nervously: 'Are you sure?'

'Do you want to argue with me?'

At the same time he did and did not want to. He loved how Lexi's tone had become stricter. On the other hand, he wasn't willing to risk screwing everything up. The worst punishment could have been… the end of the game for the night.

He shook his head and leaving the unbuttoned shirt on, he began to undo the trousers. The idea was to unfasten everything and then remove the pieces all at one go. Not that it would have changed much in the long run, this single minute was only a mere moment compared to the whole length of time he likely was to spend naked.

Maybe Lexi saw his plan through, maybe she just wanted it to be done elsewise, but she stopped him. At first the shirt. He stood straight for a while and let the wind caress his skin. Not only the wind, Lexi's eyes as well. Only then it was time to lose trousers. He stood straight for another while and let once again her eyes roam over him. Oh, this gust of wind was nice. Finally it was time to lose the rest.

Lowering the last piece with a hard-on wasn't any different, but standing up afterwards was; he could not hide his dick pointing straight towards her. After a brief hesitation he straightened himself up. There was no reason to be ashamed, for ages he had wished for something like this to happen. Yet ashamed he was, just a little bit. Not because he was naked, not because he was hard, but because he was happy to be like this in Lexi's presence.

The real dose of humiliation came when Lexi turned and resumed the journey along the beach. No, she didn't stop after a few steps, nor did she after a few others.

Thomas grabbed his clothes and after a few steps he remembered to take her shoes as well. Maybe the worst part wasn't rushing naked to catch her, carrying the pile of clothes, but this additional awkward sprint back for her footwear.

Right after meeting her he hadn't been aware that they were going to take a longer walk and he was supposed to carry Lexi's shoes, now he had just accidentally forgotten those.

Once again they were heading somewhere along the waterline, except that he had more to carry and nothing to wear. At least the farther they went, the smaller was the already slim possibility that someone else might accidentally stumble upon them while enjoying the beautiful night. He felt himself more and more like nothing bad could happen as long as he was trailing her. When Lexi stopped and turned towards him, he almost jumped.

She pointed where he should put down his clothes. Her own shoes had to be placed on top to keep the sand out of them.

He stood straight in front of her, waiting. Once again, his domina was in no hurry, eyeing him deliberately unrushed. Thomas could see it. Maybe it was a 'textbook move', but maybe she had indeed noticed how he always had to lean against something in her presence, whether a tabletop or a wall, sometimes a door casing, occasionally had to take something in his hands so that those wouldn't hang loosely by his side. Whichever her intention was, standing like that in front of her wasn't as difficult as he had expected. Maybe it was because of a bit different mindset at the moment.

How many times had he dreamt of being unclothed in her presence…

His dick became fully hard, pointing straight towards Lexi. She saw it, but didn't do or say anything. When nothing happened, it softened a bit as if in shame, only to stiffen a few moments later.

She made her way behind him and back, maybe staying out of his sight a few moments longer than expected beforehand. After returning from her little exploration she resumed her previous spot, stating: 'I want to watch you masturbating. And finishing.'

Thomas wrapped his fingers around his dick. Of course he couldn't argue, he didn't want to. Yet when it came to his member, he really craved her touch. It seemed to be even a small setback from his situation only seconds ago. A cool air caressing his private parts under her eyes had felt much more intimate.

Lexi took a step farther back from him. An actual step. The distance wasn't so great, but enough for him to feel even more alone. He had started pleasuring himself under her close supervision, now he seemed to be just jerking off over the sight of her.

His domina noticed his pace gradually slowing down and with a few stricter remarks brought him back on the track. It took so little to turn his mindset from 'having to be satisfied with nothing more than jerking' to 'the need to do as she says'. He was full of willingness to show how obedient and even mettlesome he was.

Thomas's breathing was irregular and his hand moved faster.

His cum dripped onto the sand. He tried to squeeze and shake everything out, it didn't feel right to stand in front of him, a drop of cum peeking out. And… it was better to have something to do, to postpone the end.

He couldn't do it endlessly, however. When there was nothing more left, he let it go and hands fell at his sides. There he was again, standing in front of her, except that he had just masturbated under her glance. His dick had got almost fully flaccid and the light breeze was drying him off.

Lexi smiled, eventually. 'Good boy!' Thomas absolutely loved her praise.

Before dressing he had to give her her shoes.

Kneeling gracefully to pick them up and put them down in front of her seemed to be a bit overdoing, but still might have been a better idea than what he actually did – bent down awkwardly, bum up high.

After giving him permission to get dressed, Lexi waited until Thomas had donned every piece of garment, then stepped into her shoes and left. Her final strict order for him was not to move until she was past the treeline. Only then was he allowed to leave and he knew that on her way she would check now and then.

She didn't backtrack the whole way. There were a few shortcuts in the woods and now she had an even shorter journey back than it had been at the first place. Thomas himself headed towards where they together had come from. It was the shortest way to his car in which he was to sleep anyway.

* * *

'Did you get everything done? You looked so weird when you left last evening.'

These were the concerns of others on the next morning when he had returned.

'Do you want more, even if Jack is around?'

This was the question Lexi asked him. Jack was her fiancé. She clarified that no, he wasn't about to dominate him. However, the answer had to come quickly. Three, two, one…

* * *

It wasn't the first time for Thomas to visit this house, but on the rare previous occasions he hadn't stood behind the front door with such a weird feeling inside him. Who would open the door, Lexi or her fiancé? It had to be Lexi, otherwise she wouldn't have given him the instructions to kneel, kiss her shoes and undress after entering.

It was indeed Lexi. She beckoned him in, moved away from the door in silence and remained at the imaginary border of the entranceway and living room.

Leaving this aside, it couldn't be said that there was something unusual. A light summer dress and simple flats – nothing gave away that there was something unusual to look forward to. Not a single piece of stereotypical clothing, not a single toy in her hand. If she hadn't chosen that specific spot to and there hadn't been a subtly stricter look on her face, Thomas would have thought he had understood the instructions wrong.

His way downwards wasn't as simple as one could imagine. Gravity did its part, but with shaky knees it wasn't too helpful at all. Yet it was nice to feel himself in her power, to be weak.

On his knees he didn't dare to look up. Shaking, he supported himself with his hands while moving backwards. He had got down too close to her and, obviously, she wasn't going to step back, so he had to make himself some room to get his lips against her shoes. His lower limbs were soft already, but he hadn't been as close to collapsing as when placing a kiss on the toes of both flats. Now his hands were also about to give up.

Thomas could only rise to his hands and knees when Lexi left. She left without a word, only contented hum reached his ears.

He was left alone to undress. In her place, without knowing whom he'd see next, Lexi or her fiancé, not even knowing how much time did he have before… Thomas was a bit uneasy, but at the same time he was in heaven. After all, he knew he could trust her, over the few years of their aquaintance he had seen it to be true on many occasions.

He freed himself from his clothes, right there on the floor. Surely, now he could stagger to his feet and make the process much easier, his limbs were not that weak, but no, he was on the floor and it did not feel right to do it any other way.

After having taken off the final piece of cover, his underwear, he folded the items quickly and definitely not very neatly – seemed like a waste of time, even though nothing else was happening. He took a little trip on his knees to the wall and, having left the clothes there, on all fours back. Now he was truly alone there, even his clothes out of his reach. On his knees, supporting himself with his hands on the floor, seemed to be the right position for waiting.

A bit of a delay didn't do any harm. He got used to the place, sort of. Jack had almost disappeared from his mind, he was anxiously looking for a moment when Lexi returns and sees him naked on the floor.

There were noises upstairs. Thomas couldn't be sure what exactly it was nor did he even hear a few slaps and swats, but at least something was going on there.

The staircase creaked and light steps could be heard. Lexi came down, alone, something leathery in her hand. Now it finally begins, he thought. His mistress stood behind him and fixed the collar she had brought with her. By the collar he was dragged almost across the room in front of a sofa, 'to his place' as Lexi said.

Before leaving she pushed lightly on his head with her fingers, a self-evident signal that he should keep his gaze down.

It had been a step forward, but he still hadn't any clue of what to expect.

After a short while Lexi returned with a short-handled brush and a dustpan: 'You cleaned my boots once and you seemed to like it too much, just as you seemed to like our time together on the beach; now it's time to go a step further and do something less enjoyable.'

Had he mentioned to her that he didn't think much of household chores in this kind of setting? Maybe, maybe not. It didn't matter at the moment. There he was – naked, on all fours, the implements for sweeping the floor awaiting. Lexi was awaiting as well and she ordered him to get started.

Under her gaze he crawled to pick those up. Did she want him to go over the whole floor? It was a lot with this kind of brush. Well, a lot for a quick playful task, this one seemed to be a thorough and serious undertaking. He just started from one corner and was indeed prepared to sweep the whole floor. If his dominatrix had other ideas, she would undoubtedly let him know.

It wasn't actually bad at all as long as she was there and kept an eye on his naked arse. At least he felt that his bum was under special attention. In a way it was more humiliating now than it had been on the beach, standing before her and wanking off.

Not long after, however, Lexi left upstairs. At an instant the task was a lot duller. Nobody was watching and the floor was actually pretty clean anyway, at least by everyday standards. Yet it wasn't as dull as he would have thought. It was a 'real thing', this particular event wasn't merely 'a session'. It was more a natural continuation for what had evolved over a long while. When he realised that they hadn't set a length for the occasion, it wasn't actually 'wasting time' and he almost enjoyed doing it.

The hardest part was to hear that a spanking was now underway upstairs. It was a clear reminder that he wasn't the only submissive. In fact, he seemed to have a tedious task to finish while her fiancé was having a good time – if it could be put that way. True, he shouldn't have been jealous as they were an actual couple and had probably practiced it for long. Although they didn't seem to be like that around the clock. Nothing had hinted towards it so far.

What was his own role in this? To serve without a reward? Well, the reward was serving Lexi, of course, but still…

Light steps were heard, Lexi was once again coming downstairs. All the thoughts which had been hopping around in his head just seconds ago gave way to other kinds of questions. Should he be quicker, maybe she had expected the whole floor to be swept for now, even though it wasn't realistic? Or did she expect him to work more thoroughly? Or maybe, maybe, she was coming to release him from his current task?

No, she came just to check on him and his progress. She gave no feedback about the floor, only examined it thoroughly. Lexi didn't seem to care, even less resent, that he was taking a break from his chore during the inspection.

She went back upstairs. Now there were no doubts – he indeed had to sweep the whole room. At least there had been nothing wrong with his work so far. More noises came from upstairs. Some spanking, moving around, even something else, but no human voice. Sure, Lexi spoke softly, even more softly than usually, Thomas already knew it, but not a single expression of pain from Jack? He didn't expect screaming, but some muffled response should have been heard.

It was done. He set the dustpan and the brush aside and… now what? There were no further instructions and in that case a good submissive who wants to please his domina might just kneel and wait. Thomas assumed the position in front of the sofa, at 'his place', on his knees, hands on the floor to support him. Now there was nothing else to do but wait… again.

Finally they were coming down; there was no doubt that there were two people moving around. Yet it took much longer for them to climb down and make way to him. From what Thomas heard he was sure he knew what was going on and he was correct indeed. When they reached on his right he saw that the other sub, her fiancé, had been transported on all fours, Lexi holding the leash.

There they were, side by side, when she linked their collars with a chain and reattached the leash onto it.

Luckily, the chain between two collars was long enough that they could kneel and even crawl without their shoulders touching, at least as long as Lexi didn't jerk the leash too suddenly. On the other hand, however, every tug and every movement reminded Thomas that he wasn't the only lad there. On the beach Thomas had been alone with her. Not too much had happened, but all her attention had been on him. Now there was an intruder next to him, despite the fact that technically he was the odd one.

At least both of them on the leash seemed to be treated equally while they were all together.

They crossed the room once in silence; only knees and palms banging against the floor, occasional slaps and rather heavy breathing could be heard. Turning around close to the wall took some effort, but Lexi was patient. She even directed them in the process. It was time for the trip back and another turn at the other end of the room. This attempt went much more smoothly. They appeared either to be fast learners or could co-operate easily. Still… wouldn't it be easier just to crawl in circles?

The third leg of their training was more difficult.  Lexi wasn't in front anymore, instead she gave Jack a slap on his arse. Thomas felt a tug on a collar, but now it was the other lad who was dragging him. The leash, which Lexi held, hung loosely and she walked behind them, now and then delivering a loud slap on her fiancé's bum.

When they reached the wall, Lexi took control in her own hands once again, although in terms of reversing the crawling direction it was pretty much pointless. Her tandem had already done it twice and the third time wasn't challenging at all. The fourth leg, however, was the most enjoyable for Thomas. Yes, now it was his turn to get slapped on the arse in order to move. And to move faster when he had slowed down a bit too much… twice.

It wasn't the end, they had to make one more trip across and back. The hardest one so far. The hardest not because of the time spent on their knees. No, because Lexi didn't herd them any more. She said that they had done well so far, now it was time to be on their own. Nevertheless, they earned the initial slap simultaneously on both of their buttocks; there has to be something good in every unpleasant task after all…

Now they had to pay attention to each other. Not that one of them would reach too far ahead of the other, their harness made it impossible. They just wanted to cover these, hopefully last, legs smoothly. Even without words they seemed to agree on that. Lexi hadn't said nor hinted it, but they might need to do it over and over in case of a sloppy performance.

It was a real practice to be in each other's presence like that and to work together. On their way back Thomas fought with the urge to finish the last few metres extra quickly; Jack had also increased his own pace a bit as well and when Lexi ordered them to move to the sofa where she had meanwhile taken a seat, Thomas thought that instead of horses or oxen, they might have resembled sled dogs.

At least it was the end of this uncomfortable journey. 'Good job, both of you. I have one more task for you two. The most difficult one, but I'm sure you'll manage.'

After stating it, Lexi didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. Normally Thomas would have fully enjoyed the suspense, kneeling in front of her, her leg only inches from his face, but having carried out his two tasks not in the most comfortable position, he would have gladly jumped right into the next undertaking.

After what seemed to be almost an eternity, the instructions came. There were two of them in front of her, which meant both were to have one of her feet, remove the shoe and jerk off over it. The cum was to land on top of the foot and it was to be licked up. 'And I want you to finish together,' presented Lexi her final demand.

She stretched out her feet. Jack was first to pick the left one up and to remove her shoe. Thomas followed his lead with her right foot.

At last, he held Lexi's foot in his hands. Not merely supporting it from the ankle, he also had to take her shoe off. Feeling her limb in his hands, experiencing the smoothness and the weight, was completely different from merely seeing her bare feet in the summertime. He had dreamt it for long, to touch whichever part of her, although he would have been much happier if he'd had the chance at the beach. Or any other place, alone with her.

Jack had begun to jerk himself off. He was, after all, in his own home with her own wife-to-be and therefore more confident and assertive. Thomas followed his lead. Holding the foot in one hand he worked with the other along his shaft and tried to ignore the shaking of the leash that joined them. He had got used to it, but still would have preferred not to be restrained with the other lad.

Neither of them tried not to make too much noise, but their unsteady breathing and the sound of rubbing their dicks were difficult to hide. There was no need to try to ignore each other anyway. They had to cum more or less simultaneously and therefore had to – at least to a certain extent – keep track of each other's progress.

Jack's breathing gave away that he wasn't too far from finishing, so Thomas had to hurry. It didn't even come to his mind if there would be any consequences at all, should he fail to squirt it out on time. Lexi hadn't said anything, but it wasn't that important anyway. He wanted to do his best, carry on her instructions as precisely as possible, even if it came with finishing a bit earlier than he would have preferred.

Their dominatrix pulled her legs away and crossed them. They were close in terms of pumping their semen out, but farther in terms of the distance between their dicks and her feet. To be able to squirt accurately, both of them had to move closer and it wasn't the easiest on their knees with dicks in their hands.

Thomas drew his attention to Lexi's foot. Not the one he had prepared to cream, but it didn't matter too much. A few more thrusts with his hand and the cum splashed onto his domina's left foot. He could hear Jack's noises, much louder now than before, and watched how the other sub pumped his own semen out.

After that it should have been a time to recover, even a little, but they were not given a chance. The most challenging part was ahead.

Right after both of the lads had milked everything out, Lexi uncrossed her legs. Carefully, so that too much cum wouldn't drip off. Her right foot with Jack's sperm was hanging in front of Thomas and for a second he hoped that the first idea that had come to his mind was wrong. It wasn't – Lexi indeed ordered them both to clean the foot in front of them.

Thomas stalled a few seconds for his domina's fiancé to start ahead of him. Waiting didn't make much difference, as sooner or later he had to do the same anyway; he just needed some affirmation that he was doing the right thing, even though there was no chance to be wrong. Also, there would be one less pair of eyes seeing him.

Getting started with the task was the worst. If it had been his own puddle, there wouldn't have been a problem at all; he had actually dreamt about it a few times. Licking up his own cum, that is. Licking up someone else's, that took a bit more effort, at least in the beginning.

'You, boys, did well.'

After fulfilling their last assignment, they both had earned praise. Even when she was strict, she didn't lose her caring and uplifting nature, but now she had lost her stricter side completely. Following a few remarks of how good and obedient they were, both of the lads were allowed on the floor on their bellies. Allowed? While it was phrased so, it was still an order. A really delightful order for Thomas, who had been on his knees awhile. Yet it apparently wasn't time to let them loose from the joint leash.

They spent some time like that, nobody moved. It was wonderful to rest, chin on the floor and Lexi somewhere over there. Out of sight, but still there.

Eventually their domina got up and removed the collars. At first the connecting chain, which found its place somewhere on the other side of the room, as it could be assumed by her footsteps, then the pieces of leather around their necks. Her feet were right next to Thomas's face when she squatted down to undo his.

Jack was sent to have a shower, Thomas was given an order to rise and make himself comfortable. They had a conversation ahead. With a mock pity Lexi said that he had to endure being sticky and sweaty for a while, still a better option than showering together with her fiancé. Thomas had, of course, nothing against waiting for his own chance to freshen up, there were even a few things he preferred to ask in private.

Were they engaged in the lifestyle twenty-four-seven? What was the reason for the undertaking on the beach out of the blue? Why was he invited to this scene? Further plans?

No, they were not constantly like that, most of the time they were a 'normal' couple. What had happened on the beach – well, it had been sort of testing the waters, the plan for getting another slave had been incubated a while already. Yes, 'another slave', as Lexi affirmed, reminding Thomas that he hadn't had any control over circumstances and hadn't had a chance to decide how he would be used or what they were about to do. While they were on the subject, she also stated that during their… activities… she would be 'mistress'; not that there had been an issue so far.

And no, just as it had been so far, in the future he wouldn't have a say about their activities. A way out, yes, any time, on and off the scene, but he will be used as Lexi sees fit. It wasn't an ideal situation, but she knew him pretty well and was skilled in any kind of human interactions; she wasn't most likely to take things too far. Time would tell.

Lexi's other plaything had returned from the shower. It was Thomas's turn before they were to have another round of discussion, this time among three of them.