Learning to Serve: Obligations Set

As usual, all characters are over 18 and are not meant to represent any person in real life. If there is a similarity, that is purely coincidence. This is the continued journey of Scott and his submission. Please enjoy and do not reproduce this story anywhere else as it is the property of the writer.

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An open mouthed Scott continued to read, looking up from time to time at each of his Dommes, both of them watching with intent anticipation. Once finished with the two pages, the young submissive sat, paralyzed of speech, grasping for a way to express himself respectfully and within the means of his station. His main concern: the list of expectations.

The collared slave of Goddess Kim and Mistress Charlotte will be made aware of the following additions and/or changes to his obligations.

1. The slave will stay at Goddess Kim's home for the entirety of the summer. His rent for his place will be supplemented by Goddess Kim so as not to place any financial hardship on the slave.

2. The slave will be employed by Goddess Kim's company, serving as a special assistant to Mistress Charlotte.

3. The slave will wear his silver slave collar during the entirety of the summer. He will wear a collared shirt and tie at work, so it will be covered. Otherwise, it should not be covered, but the O ring for the leash will be removed when in public.

4. The slave will publicly "date" Mistress Charlotte, Charlotte Arnold. He will attend public and business functions with her as her boyfriend. During public times, he will assume a more assertive and traditional role. Any indication of his subservience to either Charlotte or Kim should not be detectable by anyone in the public sector.

5. The slave will be trained by Mistress Charlotte during the work week.

6. The slave will be trained by Goddess Kim on weekends when she is available.

7. The slave will make a list of hard limits. Although Goddess Kim is aware of activities that the slave dislikes, those are not hard limits. The slave must be prudent and aware that although it can change, his list can only contain a maximum of five hard limits.

8. The slave's weekly punishment will be on Saturday night, unless social obligations interfere, in which it will be on Sunday afternoon.

9. Goddess Kim reserves the right to have the slave serve men.

10. Goddess Kim reserves the right to loan her slave out to any person/people she deems worthy and the slave will follow their directions as if they were his owner's.

Noting her slave's uneasiness, Kim let him flail a bit in the dark waters of uncertainty before addressing him.

"You may speak freely, pet. You have no need to hold back or defer to us. For this conversation, you are an equal."

Scott's heavy sigh alerted the women to the weight on the newly collared slave's shoulders. He had recently been collared, making a defined vow in his private life. Now, these two sexy, brilliant, and dominant women were expecting more.

"So, uhhh, ummm, so, you, uhh, you want me to move in here?"

Both women nodded their heads, staring straight at the overwhelmed sub. Not using words, letting the gravity of the situation percolate. The moment hung heavy on the young submissive. Questions, thoughts, scenarios boomeranged throughout his head.

Wasn't my collaring enough? What about my roommates? What would it be like here 24/7? Do I really want that? How much more do they want? Fuck, why can't I just say fuck off?! Why am I just giving in? Their pussies are so sweet, succulent, and wow can these women fuck. Is it worth it? Weekly beatings, denial? What's next? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

"So, my pet, what do you think about our expectations?"

"Uhhh, well, ummmm, there is a lot here, Goddess."

Walking over and pressing her breasts against his back as she looked over his shoulder at the document, the gentle jasmine scent along with the slight residual musk from her daily awakening via Charlotte's tongue strangely pacified the man. This was the entirety of the problem. Kim's allure, sex appeal, and dominance intoxicated the young stud. Although he was literally brought to his knees many times, he was metaphorically disabled each time she came near. His only desire was to please her, a deep, painful need that was only assuaged with complete submission to her.

"Yes, my pet, there is a lot to take in, but we also need you to make a decision. Your Goddess and Mistress want to move forward with you. My business is growing exponentially, but we also want you to be a part of it, a part of the family. Now that we are expanding, there are certain appearances that must be kept. Charlotte will always be my lover, but that is privately, not for the fickle eyes of the business world to see."

She bent down, kissing below his ear, sucking on his neck, then kissing down his throat, stopping at the top of his chest to suck again. Shuddering, the sub dropped his head a bit, inhaling deeply, taking in the scent of her hair. Mesmerized by the effect every aspect of her sexual essence had on him. Each time Goddess Kim touched Scott, with her mouth, with her cane, with her hands, he fell deeper into a compliant malaise.

"Well, ummm, my roommates, uhhhh, what do I tell them? And the rent, I, you, I mean, you shouldn't pay it."

"It's all taken care of, my pet. I will cover your rent for the summer. You will have your own room here. And you will be put on payroll at the company. Charlotte now has a personal assistant. How does $1,500 a week sound? Much better than that teaching gig during the rest of the year, HMMMMM?"

Charlotte's innocent eyes pled with Scott to agree. It was a sweet deal, more money than he could imagine making in a summer. Additionally, his immediate boss was a strikingly beautiful and sexy brunette who he had intimate knowledge of and who would no doubt call upon his services many times over.

"Yes, okay, Goddess, you are quite correct about the salary, but there is more here, ummm, that I would like to discuss, uhh, well if you do not mind."

"Scott, I said you could speak freely. So, speak. Ask what you need!" she demanded, moving toward annoyance.

"Well, uhhh, ummmm, the language about me and other guys..." Scott hesitated, his male ego, macho persona and assertive personality warred with complete submission.

"Yes, pet, go on?" Kim said softly now, encouragingly, prompting the young man to relax and speak freely, knowing that verbalizing such possible situations will normalize it for him.

"Well, uhhh, you know, I kinda had experienced that already. And..., well, and it felt, well, uhhh, it felt degrading and humiliating," the anxious submissive said with a sigh.

Kim moved in closer to Scott again, cradling his head into her chest, rubbing his hair, gently, caressing him, comforting him. "Yes, I am fully aware of that my dear. And, I said that I would never force you to do that. But, now, I am asking you to agree to a new set of obligations."

Kissing his forehead, she stroked his cheek, looking directly into his eyes with a genuine look of concern and love for him. "My dear pet, if you truly want to be owned by us, if you trust in us implicitly, then you will freely agree to all of these conditions. It is not our intent to harm you, but to help you grow, explore, and learn more about yourself and your needs, while serving us unconditionally."

The warmth in Kim's eyes, the gentleness of her voice, and the reassuring touch disarmed the submissive even more. She knew even before he spoke the words or signed the paper. She knew that he was her pliable submissive, possibly even more enraptured by her ways than her sapphic lover, Charlotte. The young man was going to follow, but his natural "flight or fight" instincts surfaced for a moment, only to be squelched by the reassuringly soft hand and instructing words of his Asian Goddess.

"I, I, uhhh.." he was powerless to say no to her, even to Charlotte. It was futile. She had subtly consumed him, taken true possession of him merely through creating a deep need inside. His need was to serve, to serve this Goddess and her protege, and he was contentedly resigned to it. The loss of his place, his role in their lives was not an option at this point.

"Goddess, I consent, to whatever you decide for me," the struggling man said as the pressure of the moment eased from him. Another key step in his descent was taken.

"MMMMMMM, that pleases me my dear pet, more than you can imagine. Now, as a gesture more so than anything, sign at the bottom of the document. This is in no means a legal document, but you know that. It is more just a symbol of your intent, as is your collar, but it is another thing I require of you."

With an unsteady hand, the overwhelmed young man signed willingly and apparently, eagerly. This beautiful Asian siren's enticing words had once again drawn him ever so close to completely submerging himself into servitude. Still, one speck of hope remained, although fleeting. Yet, even a clear image of that person was locked away, sealed behind many fortified doors of protection, weighted down by distance, a meddling mother, and uncertainty.

"Perfect," was Kim's reaction as the young submissive dutifully signed the "contract." Smiling wickedly, she lifted her coffee cup to Charlotte, who immediately filled it again, attentively watching her mentor work, noting how she took charge with grace and a subtle focus of intent. Charlotte had learned over these eleven years how to run a business, manage people, and achieve goals intelligently, but most of all she learned that an undaunting will to achieve her goals was Kim's greatest asset.

Now, her mentor was demonstrating how to seduce, disable, and control a man. Kim was not only lending insight on how to guide their submissive, but also revealing to Charlotte the techniques she used to draw the bright, promising, heterosexual Ivy League prodigy to her bedroom.

With her coffee refilled, the beautiful Domme stood. "Charlotte, dear, please ensure that you prep our good boy as we have discussed. I am going to be in my office. Once he is ready, you may use him how you desire, but bring him to me in two hours."

"Yes, Mistress," was the brunette's simple reply.

Charlotte was silent, continuing to assess the increasingly indentured man. There was a small part of her that hoped he would maintain a modicum of the primal manliness that he possessed. Although she enjoyed the spoils of his subservience, she was not entirely sure with Kim's assessment of the young man. Didn't everyone have a breaking point? Wasn't he getting close as his assertive demeanor was being dissolved? How much more could this superior specimen of a man take? Even he must have a time when all semblance of his autonomy would disappear, when he would break completely.

Charlotte allowed Scott to finish his food and tidy up the dishes in the kitchen. She then took him to the familiar confines of her bathroom where he was instructed to enter the shower.

Charlotte had Scott stand under the warm water, letting him decompress a bit and fully digest his obligational changes. While recalibrating his mind, Charlotte used the bathtub faucet to fill the bag full of warm soapy water.

Charlotte gently placed the back of her hand at the top middle of the submissive's back, gaining his attention without startling him. Charlotte was holding the nozzle in one hand and the bag in another as Scott turned off the shower, leaned forward to place his hands on the built-in bench, and spread his legs. Holding the bag and nozzle in one hand, Charlotte squirted lube on his rosebud, following with two fingers, pressing them inside of him, Scott instinctively tensed but then forced himself to relax to allow easy penetration.

As her two fingers accessed his tight hole, Scott let out a soft moan, "mmmmmmm, uhhh, huh," was the placid succession of sounds.

"Relax my love. You have taken another important step in the household. And, I hope you have no doubt that I am entirely pleased and excited. The thought of you being at my beck and call the entire work day is more than I could have hoped for. Thank you, thank you so much," the genuinely appreciative Mistress stated as she kissed him gently on the cheek, all the while working her two lubed fingers in and out of his ass.

Once Charlotte had Scott well lubed, she inserted the nozzle. Smiling at him and cupping his cheek, she opened the valve, allowing the warm, soapy water to rush into his bowels. After sufficient time elapsed, Scott released the fluids into the toilet, only to repeat the process two more times.

Although a somewhat simple task, Charlotte's gentle touch heightened the process. A lack of breath, quickened heartbeat, and general tingle of clarity permeated Scott's body, further entrancing him, drawing him to the loving embrace of his Mistress-lover. Charlotte's reassuring touch comforted the young man as she took full stock of the entirety of the virile yet extremely compliant man.

Kim's office door was slightly ajar, prompting the young man to knock lightly. He could see her graceful body sitting at her desk, working through paperwork, t-shirt and sweatpants on. Even in the casual dress, she was a breathtaking image, her focused eyes, the grace of her subtle actions, poised, regal, as if she were royalty. Each movement was measured, each thought and word astute, as she exuded class and sexual energy.

"Come in, pet."

The apprehensive young submissive entered with uncertain steps. He loved the fact that she called him pet. The possessiveness of the moniker, as if he was a special addition to her world, a prize that she cherished. His heart beat rapidly as he approached her desk.

The experience of the enema brought thoughts of Kim bending him over her desk and taking his ass fiercely with a strap on. It was an act that he would not protest, but accept with grace and honor. Since he could not see her lower half, the muscled stud half expected to see his gorgeous owner sporting a harness and strap-on, ready to take him as she wished.

As the young man edged closer to her desk, she looked up momentarily from her work, smiled invitingly, and then instructed her male submissive. "Under the desk, worship my feet, as I have some phone calls to make."

Scott took his position under the desk, her uncovered feet neatly pedicured, with a faint sour smell from the quite worn slippers she refused to discard. They were her favorites and comfortable. She would not be caught dead outside of the house with such grungy items on her body, but the slippers felt just right and she refused to part with them even though she had many other, newer and less soiled pairs. Oddly, this sophisticated dynamo of a new age woman also loved the simple, worn pleasures of the mundane.

Scott took the dangling right foot into his hands, inhaling deeply, embracing his owner's scent, but more so clutching onto the act of service. A person's strength can also be his weakness. Scott's dedication, his drive to achieve his goals, and his steadfast insistence that a job not only be finished, but done properly was truly a rare quality. Kim immediately recognized this quality in her slave, encouraging it and using it to ensnare the driven man into servitude.

The kneeling man kissed the sole of her foot, sucking a bit as he went, massaging her with his tongue, falling further into a haze of subspace with each touch of his lips. Each new touch of his lips sent shivers throughout his body, excited by the scenario, embracing the need to serve this magnificent woman. After roughly fifteen minutes of service, Kim spoke.

"You are doing a splendid job, pet, but now, as you worship my feet, I want you to stroke yourself. Understand, my pleasure is your pleasure, but I also want you to edge yourself. DO NOT CUM!!!!!, my darling, as you will incur a beating for that indiscretion that you cannot imagine. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Goddess Kim."

"Good pet, resume your worship of my feet. And stroke that nice, fat cock as well."

Scott continued to worship his Asian Goddess' feet, meticulously kissing, sucking, tonguing between her toes, sucking each one methodically, taking care to cover every inch of her feet. And all the while he was stroking his thick cock.

"Mmmmmmm, very nice my dear, very nice. So attentive, aren't you?"

Pulling off of the object of his immediate desire, "Yes, Goddess..." barely escaped his mouth when Kim thrust her foot back insistently.

"A muffled grunt will do next time, pet. I don't want to deprive you of your worship. Now back to it," she directed with an uncharacteristic excitement.

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Although this was the third submissive she was training, it was her first male and the differences between males and females were striking. Charlotte and Melody were more byproducts of seduction than pushing them to submit. Each submissive woman were sexual conquests whose submissive desires were quite apparent to Kim from the onset. So, the conquest of each female was seamless and merely a progression of subtle steps.

Scott, on the other hand, came to Kim as a somewhat trained submissive. But, his training would continue to entail a much stronger hand, including denial, beatings, and constant reinforcement of his lower status. Without the more sadistic teachings, Kim knew that the virile young man's natural assertive instincts would surface and squash the more latent, but quite strong submissive needs.

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In an attempt to avoid an orgasm, Scott focused on the task at hand. Each touch of his lips to her beautiful feet made him more desirous to perform, consumed with each crevice of her foot, the smooth curvature of her instep, the painted and shiny toenails, and the slightly rough soles sent his mind into a frenzied need to devour every inch of her that he was allowed to experience.

Without thought, the engaged young man would stop stroking his thick meat any time he was close to orgasm. The interruption of his self-pleasure had no impact on his continued service of his Asian owner's feet. Her pleasure, her needs, and her desires were first and foremost.

The sense of service only worked to excite the young man more. With each small coo, little moan of approval, or sweet sigh, Scott's satisfaction in pleasing increased. After two hours of continued self-edging of his thick meat and oral service to her feet, Kim stopped the eager submissive.

"Well done, pet. I am very pleased with your efforts. You certainly have garnered yourself a reward."

Kim pushed her chair away from her desk, looking down at the subservient male on all fours, smiling, "Pet, give me a hand and put my slippers back on."

Scott did so immediately and then followed his Goddess as she stood up and beckoned him with a look over her shoulder and a tug of his leash. Scott was unceremoniously handed off to Charlotte in the kitchen. She led him to the basement. Kim joined them a few minutes later, having changed into a short denim skirt and leather corset that had crossed laces running up the entirety of the front. As always, her look was captivating, revealing her tight abs and pert breasts encased beautifully in black leather..

While Kim was changing, Charlotte had placed a leather choke collar around Scott's neck as well as securing his arms behind his back. The submissive thought it odd that he now wore two collars, but his curiosity would soon be extinguished and answers given.

"Whose ass is this?" an energized Charlotte asked as she grasped his ass with one hand, while guiding him to his knees in front of Kim.

"Yours Mistress Charlotte."

"Whose pussy do you serve?"

"Yours Goddess Kim."

The two Dommes' satisfied eyes stared at one another in triumphant zeal. There was no longer hesitation in his answers. The reluctance that the young man had clung to had vanished.

Kneeling before Kim, hair fisted, the young man was pulled to within inches of her glistening pussy.

"Smell me, pet. Do you see how your obedience pleases me? My dripping pussy, there to be licked. Do you want to lick it, my pet?"

"Yes, Goddess, I want to lick it if that would please you. This slave's one desire is to please you and Mistress Charlotte. My desires are only to please you however you may command."

With that declaration, Scott heard a click and felt a slight tug on the choker collar he was wearing. He turned slightly, looking over his shoulder to encounter a smiling Charlotte. The engaging apprentice briefly caressed his cheek and then guided his face forward, focusing his attention on the beautiful Asian temptress in front of him.

Squatting down near his left side, Charlotte stated in a low voice, "Kim's pussy is directly in front of you, wet and waiting, needing your attention. All you have to do is reach it."

With that, the young woman ran two fingers along her sapphic lover's pussy, gathering moisture before placing them under the secured man's nose.

Scott inhaled deeply, relishing the pungent scent, fueling his need to taste the dripping essence in front of him.

"Go on lover, drink in the essence of Goddess," Charlotte said with an air of provocation.

Scott smelled her dripping pussy, as the leather choke collar attached to the chain held him in place. He strained forward with his tongue extended, the collar gripping his throat tighter, desiring nothing more than a simple touch of her tender folds.

Kim pushed her hips forward slightly, cajoling, encouraging, and pushing the struggling man to edge further toward tasting her pussy, but knowing full well his attempts were futile.

His service to her was now consuming him. An emptiness grew inside. The thing he most desired was inches away, yet he could not taste it, feel it, or experience her tangy taste on his tongue.

Her pussy's glistening beads of arousal encouraged the obsessed young man to fight against the collar, slowly choking himself out. Pulling fruitlessly against the collar, like a dog trying to reach a savored delicacy, he pushed his limits, trying unsuccessfully to reach her sweet nectar.

Kim, a wicked and knowing smile on her face, cupped his cheek with her palm, delicately consoling him, "Ahhh, my poor, poor pet, so close. You are so close to your goal, yet your struggle continues. My sweet pussy is a delicacy, one that not many men get to sample, but I guess you don't want to. Maybe I spoiled you. Letting you inside my pussy with that big, beautiful cock. Maybe, you are too satisfied with what you have received and therefore aren't putting in maximum effort."

Straining further, on all fours, mere inches away from her sweet folds, her pungent aroma fueling his desire, Scott's survival instincts finally took over, pulling him back, choking, sputtering, gasping for breath, his chest heaving to fill itself with oxygen.

"Would you like me to release you from the leash, slut?"

A choking and sputtering Scott anxiously nodded yes as his lungs tried to retrieve more air.

"Yes, well then you will have to ask you Mistress to fuck you up the ass," Kim directed with a wide grin on her face, knowing the need of her slave would outweigh any pause to reason.

The plea came quickly, resolute, and definitive. "Mistress Charlotte, will you please take my ass for your pleasure?"

Although slightly conflicted as she was still sorting her feelings toward the virile young man, Charlotte instinctively embraced her role. "Hmmmm, I'm not too sure you desire that slave. You are being coerced out of a desperate need to taste our Goddess, but I don't believe you actually want me to own your ass."

Scott's frustration was palpable as his need to taste Kim's essence consumed him.

"Please Mistress Charlotte, please! please take my ass, use it, own it. I need you to take it."

Mentor and pupil smiled to one another, speaking no words, the satisfaction in each one's eyes revealing the pleasure of taking another piece of their toy.

"As you wish my dear pet, as you wish," replied an emboldened Charlotte as she lubed two fingers and the tight asshole of the desperate young man.

Gently, she guided her fingers into his puckered hole, forcing out a moan of contentment as his ass gripped her fingers. Simultaneously, his unleashed neck enabled his face to nestle into the sweet folds of the Asian Goddess. Her pussy's taste was more intoxicating each time he accessed it. The ravenous slave relished the tingling sensation on his tongue as her warm, tangy and musky taste sent waves of pleasure throughout his body.

"MMMMMM, YES, YES, MY PET, GOOD BOY!!!!! MMMMM, YOU HAVE COME SO FAR, YOUR TONGUE IS DIVINE. KEEP GOING, MMMMM, YES, GOOD, GOOD BOY!!!!"

Meanwhile, Mistress Charlotte had fed three fingers into his asshole, working them in and out, a defined rhythm that in time had his needy ass pushing back against her hand, expressing a new found need to embrace her hold on him.

"UUhhhhgggg, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," were the grunted sounds that escaped into Kim's pussy as the man's Mistress penetrated his backside.

Charlotte whispered in his ear, encouraging his efforts on Kim, teasing him for reacting to her fingers, and professing their dominion over him. Scott could only agree with his Mistress, acquiescing to the will of his superiors, continuing to grunt, wanting nothing more than to serve and be used by them.

As he worked his Goddess to multiple orgasms with his tongue, Mistress Charlotte's unrelenting assault on his ass turned to an unfathomable joy. Her steady and measured massaging of his prostate overtook the young man. His excitement increased exponentially as his cock, not being touched at all began to pulse, building up as if being stroked.

Watching her slave react to Charlotte's prostate massage excited the sadist Asian Goddess. The pride she felt in both Charlotte gaining dominant actions and Scott's progressive submission manifested in the form of a powerfully intense swelling in her loins. Excited beyond belief at how well her training had worked with both of them, she was on the cusp of another mighty orgasm.

Kim grabbed the back of the dutiful man's head with both hands, forcing his face into her crotch as Charlotte continued to manipulate his prostate, never touching his cock, but working him toward a certain explosion. Scott's perceived pleasure was both heightened and clouded by the fact that besides the arousal of serving two beautiful women, the only other form of stimulation was coming through his back passage. The simultaneous physical arousal and mental disgust, pushed him deeper into the clutches of these two talented Dommes.

As Kim bucked and heaved her crotch harder into her slave's active mouth, the penetration of Charlotte's fingers coupled with the intense pain in his scalp from Kim's clenched fist of hair pushed the submissive over the edge, his muffled moan of ecstacy duly noted by the lithe brunette whose fingers continued to impale him.

"UUHHHHHHH, UUHHHHHH, FUUUUCCCCKKKK, YES, YES, UHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Kim came violently on his mouth, continuing to buck and groan, as Scott's muffled sighs followed, knowing his cock spurted copious amounts of cum on the bed beneath him, but without the direction of his Goddess or Mistress.

Although his jaw was sore and cramping, the dutiful young man continued to lick and suck his Goddess through the entirety of her orgasm, ensuring that he did not disappoint her in any manner. Meanwhile, a proud Charlotte, whispered words of praise to the young man, extolling his ability to cum via prostate stimulation.

"You were a very good boy today, Scott. You remained open-minded and allowed your body to speak to you, allowing it to find another avenue of pleasure. It is a part of you now, not to be erased or denied, but to be added to your arsenal of sexual pleasures. Also, do understand, as your Mistress, I will consistently train you in this manner."

The powerful image of a strap-on wielding Charlotte blistered his consciousness, but instead of alarming the slave, the thought of her taking him completely, of actually owning his ass was a pacifying element that he would have never anticipated.

Charlotte's graphic, yet oddly comforting words spurred the compliant slave to lap at the residual juices of Kim's orgasm, intent on cleaning her thoroughly as he had been trained to do.

Finally having descended from her intense orgasm, the supreme Goddess released her grip of his hair, nudging his head away from her sodden pussy.

"That is enough for now, my pet. You did well, but there is the matter of you having an orgasm before you were instructed. You are aware that you are here for our pleasure, but you still haven't fully embraced that my pleasure comes first. Charlotte, secure him to the spanking bench, ensure that he is comfortable, and then join me upstairs."

"Yes, Mistress," a pert and excited Charlotte replied as she led the exhausted slave to the bench. Securing him in the standard all fours position, she pushed an anal vibrator in his ass, turning it on medium.

Moving to his face, the sassy vixen smiled and kissed her slave-lover deeply. "Enjoy yourself. Hope you don't become bored all by your lonesome," the bratty mentee chattered, giggling as she left the room.

The tired and beaten man quickly drifted off to sleep. His mind was awash with thoughts as he slept. Images of his past, present and uncertain future melded together as vivid forms of his two owners dominated his dreams. But, then, somewhere amongst the continued service and submission, a moment of normalcy entered his space.

He was at his house, sitting on the couch, his arm draped around a semi-clothed, brunette beauty. Her skin was soft, lips flush with life as they kissed slowly, exploring each other's mouths as if it was the first time. It was not, though, as he knew each and every intimate curve of her body, the design of her earlobe, the shape of her cheek, the sensitivity of the crux of her neck, the tender tickle that was inevitable when his lips contacted her lower abs, and the sweet scent of her nectar, fresh, flowing, and alive to his touch.

And, then, in a second, she was gone, chased away by the reality of the moment. Charlotte was gently releasing his bonds, freeing him as she unknowingly also separated him from the thoughts of Sarah. Unfortunately, it was a commonality now. This world had brought Sarah into his life, but it more than adequately had vanquished her, designating Scott to his life of servitude and submission while Sarah furthered her life elsewhere.

Jarred from his fading recollection of his former lover, Charlotte's gentle touch and comforting words beckoned him to join her upstairs. Leaving his subconscious thoughts behind, he followed his Mistress to Goddess Kim's room, taking his place on the floor at the foot of the bed as Charlotte took refuge in her lover's warm embrace under the comfort of the Egyptian cotton sheets. It was late, and each of them fell victim to sleep immediately.

"YES, MMMMM, YES, MY LOVE, YES, OHHHHH, FUUUUCCCCCKKKK, MMMMMM, YES, YES, YES, AHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!" screamed the wanton Asian Goddess.

Scott was awakened to the sounds of Mistress Charlotte pleasuring her dominant Asian lover, reinforcing the hierarchy with her daily demand of oral servitude. For Charlotte, the rote activity was a comforting way to begin the day, ensuring her mentor's pleasure as well as fulfilling her still present desire to serve the beautiful woman and confirmed lover.

Once Kim was satisfied and headed to the shower, Scott was tasked with the same oral worship of Charlotte. Although their relationship had changed a great deal, there was still no doubt about the delineation between slave and Mistress. Scott fully realized his place and was reminded of it each and every day.

As Scott lapped hungrily at the sweet folds of Charlotte's pussy, the familiar grip of her inner thighs took hold of his head, squeezing as she burst out in orgasm, herself.

"AAAAHHHHHHH, YEEESSSSSS, FUCK YEESSSSS! MMMMMM, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, SUCK THAT CUNT, EAT ME, EAT THAT CUNT LIKE A GOOD BOY, MMMMMMM!!!!" bellowed a very satisfied and excited Charlotte.

Kim exited the en suite, pausing to make eye contact with her mentee, smiling proudly as Charlotte commanded Scott as she had commanded Charlotte. With a nod of approval, the woman entered the walk-in closet, exiting moments later, no longer as the powerful Goddess, but as an even more imposing woman of power, an executive and owner of her own company, worth tens of millions of dollars.

Smiling to herself, Charlotte tugged on the back of Scott's head, cumming harder on him from her Mistress's mere approval of the young woman's continuing dominance than any ministrations of the slave's tongue.

"MMMMMM, thank you pet, that was very nice," Charlotte purred as she fell back in the bed, reveling in the post orgasm bliss. The aspiring Domme rested for a bit, relishing the rush and then recession of endorphins.

Finally exiting the blissful state of post orgasm, a faint tingle formed inside the increasingly sadistic brunette, followed by a mischievous look. "Pet, I don't think you are done yet."

Scott's head shot up, ears perked, eyes widened. Could it be? Does she want my cock? Oh, that would be, well, that would be awesome. The eager young man's excitement skyrocked.

Moving up Mistress's body quickly, he leaned over to kiss her deeply, but he was met with a palm to his chest. "No, no, my anxious little boy, there will be none of that for you today," she said with a smirk and snicker.

"Come!" was her firm command.

Pointing to the oversized walk in shower, she commanded, "Lie down."

With slumped shoulders, a disheartened spirit, and unfulfilled desires, Scott followed instructions. His frame fit easily along the expanse of the shower floor with plenty of room to spare, knowing exactly what was to happen with no more instruction needed.

The tile was warm from the remnants of Goddess Kim's shower as the discouraged young man lay there, open mouthed, awaiting the inevitable. Charlotte stood over her slave, staring down at him and looking intoxicatingly beautiful with that lithe body, long cascading brunette hair, and shape that just melded with his. He so wanted to make love to her, to connect on that level again, to be an equal for even just a brief moment.

Charlotte, though, had other intentions.

"As tempting as your beautiful cock is my dear pet, you need to realize why you are here. You are our servant, here to do our bidding, and to be used how we deem fit. Your urges, impulses, and needs do not matter. In fact, your only need should be to serve us unconditionally, which I am certain you understand."

Staring up at her: proud, powerful, in control, Scott could only emit, "Yes, Mistress, my purpose is to serve you and Goddess Kim."

"Good! I am glad we are in agreement. Now, open your mouth and enjoy my nectar."

With the obedient man's mouth opened wide, Charlotte squatted down, directing a stream of pee toward his face. Initially, she hit his chin as it splattered down his neck and chest before aligning her juice with his mouth, filling it to overflowing before cutting off the stream. The acrid fluid sat in his mouth, a tingling sensation began not only in his gums, but alarmingly in his groin.

What the hell was wrong with him? Was he actually enjoying this? Never, never in a million years would he imagine that he would be drinking piss. Piss, although over 90% was technically water, the tainted smell of the other ingredients was off putting, not to mention that, well, he was ingesting someone else's waste.

"Swallow!" was the command. Dutifully, the golden nectar vanished in one gulp.

Again, Mistress Charlotte squatted over her slave, this time purposely missing and shooting a stream of salty substance toward his eyes. A burning sensation followed, but he did not waver and with streams of pee rolling off his face, his mouth captured another full load. Again, he swallowed dutifully, never wavering, never hesitating.

Smiling the entire time, enraptured by the power and dominion she held over him, Charlotte emptied her bladder after two more mouthfuls, ensuring that the submissive young man knew his place beneath the two powerful women.

Scott stood and rinsed off. He then attended to washing every inch of Charlotte's body. There was very little talk, just the resounding admonishment that he was a slave and she was his owner. Once she was thoroughly cleaned, he was allowed to wash himself completely as well. Both changed for the day and met in the kitchen. It was Sunday and Kim had planned for brunch at a local place. The Goddess had a lot to discuss.

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Charlotte and Scott walked to the back of the restaurant to a semi-private area for VIP's. They sat sipping mimosas at the table reserved for Kim Liu. Fifteen minutes later, Kim sauntered in, attached to the arm of a very distinguished looking man: white, athletic build, late 40's, salt and pepper hair, piercing blue eyes, and impeccably dressed.

"Charlotte, Scott, I would like you to meet John Pierce, my boyfriend."

Two jaws dropped simultaneously as John extended his hand first to Charlotte and then Scott. They each politely shook his hand, still in their collective stupor.

"So happy to meet the both of you. Kim has told me so much about you and I have been dying to meet you both," he stated smoothly and without pause.

After pulling out a seat for Kim at the table and kissing her cheek, John took up next to his girlfriend to the still open-mouthed stares of the younger "couple."

"Will you two stop acting like idiots? I told you that things were going to change a bit publicly and John is the perfect solution. He is also a successful millionaire, making his money in construction. He is well respected in the community, serves on some committees, and has some thrilling connections in the business world as well as the political arena."

"Oh, yes, and, by the way, he is gay."

Immediately, the final declaration had its desired calming effect as both Charlotte and Scott finally closed their mouths, relaxed their necks, and returned their eyes to normal size.

"Yes, some of my clients, competitors, and even my employees would not be supportive of my lifestyle. So, the very perceptive and attractive Kim approached me at a function one day, outing me immediately, and proposed a mutually beneficial arrangement for our public lives."

The two submissives chuckled mildly as Kim and John expounded on both companies, how they were expanding their footprints, and that a "stable, non-controversial and traditional" public relationship was best for all parties involved. Notwithstanding, it was reinforced that Scott and Charlotte would also be a noted public couple as well. This would dispel any rumors that have swirled around both of the millionaires for years while also allowing them to maintain their lifestyles.

Although the explanation was all well and good, Charlotte was curiously quiet during the brunch. Her short responses, nodding head, and the firm grip her hand had on Scott's knee was curious, but indicated a more pressing issue. Even though the "relationship" between Kim and John was a business decision, it appeared to have thrown a usually resolute Charlotte off balance.

As the last of the meal was finished, Kim and John lingered behind, intent on heading to John's office to map out the next few months, public appearances, key banquets to attend, charity benefits, and creating a public persona for them as well as Kim's submissives. Charlotte's curious demeanor created an uneasy tension as Scott drove, but he did not prod her, letting her just silently stew.

"I mean, okay, I get it. I do. But, well, FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!" the frustration of being blindsided by her lover boiled over.

Lurching forward, Charlotte's hands covered her face, as if to hide from reality. She realized she was being petty and childish, but the raw emotion, the feeling of being somehow betrayed by the woman who seduced her, the woman who had enlightened that naive 18 year old Columbia student, the woman who had captured her heart, soul, and mind in a few weeks time, but could have taken her that first day. The woman who Charlotte loved was parading around with a man, a man who was handsome, powerful, and her boyfriend. It just all seemed so unfair in the immediacy of it.

An uncertain Scott, tentatively placed his right hand on her back, rubbing gently in support, an attempt to assuage the pain of his Mistress. He had never seen this side of her before, the vulnerable, almost childlike side, devoid of any pretense except raw exposure of disappointment.

As his disheartened passenger gently sobbed, Scott drove, rubbing the distraught woman's shoulders. But, in this gentle and innocent gesture, a small part of his mind drifted off, working its way back to before his submission to his Goddess and Mistress. Again, a brief flicker of a face, a gentle touch, and reassuringly comfortable arms wavered in and out of his mind, like a light bulb on its last legs.

Scott parked his truck in the driveway, walked around to open the passenger side door, allowing Charlotte to fall into his arms. He helped guide her inside, easing her to the inviting confines of the comfortable couch in the living room. Turning the television on to HBO, he placed a blanket on her still shaken form. After grabbing a Perrier for her, he settled in next to her, creating a comfortable space for her with an open right arm and pillow on his lap. His slightly distraught Mistress, nestled into the nook of his body, went limp as he gently caressed her right arm and brown locks cascading down her side.

A mediocre film about a lawyer turned volleyballer called SIDE OUT was on the screen, but neither Scott or Charlotte were paying attention. Scott focused on soothing his Mistress, making her comfortable, calming her to a more peaceful place of slumber. The emotionally spent woman fell asleep quickly, allowing Scott, himself, to relax as well.

As he closed his eyes, entering that middle state, half in consciousness, half asleep, his mind drifted, yet still aware of the lithe female body next to him, nestled in, cuddling securely, finding peace and tranquility in his arms. Still physically present, aware of his situation, Scott's mind shifted to the house he shared with Amy and assorted others. On the couch, nested in his arm was a familiar figure, the only one that had truly captured his imagination. Sarah lay there, her auburn hair, fresh scent, and the pleasant aroma of her pussy lingered on his face as they rested together, having made love for a large portion of the night.

"It looks as if my pets are quite comfortable."

Startled to reality, Scott's confused eyes snapped open. Encountering his reality, Goddess Kim stood before him, grinning widely. It was a look of pride and accomplishment, not one of anger or disappointment.

Looking over at a still sleeping Charlotte, Scott tried to quietly explain why he was not naked, why they were here, why he was not kneeling now; but, an understanding Kim simply placed her finger to her lips, indicating her slave be silent.

Leaning down, she whispered, "My pet, you have done well to comfort your Mistress. I am pleased and you will not be punished for the procedures you have ignored, as I know your main concern was Charlotte. Pick her up and deliver her to my room. Then, come back downstairs."

"Yes, Goddess, certainly Goddess," a contrite and frazzled Scott replied.

He placed the peaceful brunette gently on Kim's bed, pausing a moment to take in the vulnerable beauty before him. Then, as ordered, he returned to the kitchen, kneeling before Kim at the breakfast bar.

With head bowed, he stammered, "Goddess, p-p-please forgive me for not fo-following protocol. It was, just that, uh, well, Char, uhh, Mistress was upset, and, and, I was trying to calm her."

At Kim's behest, the anxious slave explained Charlotte's emotions after leaving the restaurant, outlining each step of their journey home to Kim's satisfaction and obvious gratitude.

"Pet, you have done well and I am pleased. You will go home now. Be sure to have all that you need in your room here by Friday. Come and go as you please, but on Friday you must be here. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Goddess, I understand."

"Good boy, your new life truly begins on Friday. Now leave, as my love needs me."