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Down on all fours like a dog at her boot I played Gina’s servile pet and indulged an overpowering craving to humiliate myself before my love. I eagerly struggled to obey her command to suck her boot. I selfishly wallowed in my need.
Gina sat with her legs crossed and cavalierly flicked her boot into my face. Gina snickered at my ineffectual efforts, but there was no cheer in that laugh. Her mood was irate and dark.
She caught my hopeful glance toward her face begging for approval, and her vicious grin transformed into a spiteful, focused frown dictating that I redouble my efforts. Gina flipped the boot at my lips, and I caught the tip in my teeth. With a twisting plunge, Gina drove her sole into my face. I sucked, I slavered and I swallowed dirt. I savored leather and I savored my miserable wretchedness. She laughed.
Suddenly, violently, Gina kicked me away. I rocked back to my knees; my lip was bleeding. The spell of submission wavered, “How can I let myself do this. She is destroying me.” Gina’s magnetism immediately drew me back, “I can’t stop; I need her; I yearn for her dominion. I must be possessed by her.”
Gina uncrossed her long leather clad legs. “Suck that blood off your lips; don’t get any of it on my boot or the floor. You’re not done yet; get down. Put your nose on the floor. You’ve only cleaned one boot.” Gina stretched her leg, pointed her toe, and placed her boot on the floor. “Clean it. Slip your tongue under it; clean off the street dirt. That’s good. Push that tongue under there. Show some enthusiasm. You can be so obedient, my boot broken, bitch boy. No, you’re not a boy, not even a dog. You’re my pet tongue. Eric the slippery tongue animal.
“It’s a shame. I can’t let my tongue pet grovel in my pussy, it doesn’t deserve that treat; it hasn’t earned that privilege. Pussy juice seems to bring out the worst in it; it makes it too horny. I don’t think honey tongue has even earned the honor of licking my boot, but I suppose I can be a bit permissive since it is at least trying to be obedient.
“Seeing you bent over like that makes my cunt wet, just the way you like it. All this nice pussy juice that you can’t have, all this sweet stuff you can’t dive into, can’t smear over your face, can’t slurp up. No, neither of us can get what we want because you can’t control yourself. Slut. I let you suck my pussy every day, let you beat off as much as you want, but I guess it wasn’t enough for you. It corrupted you, made you excessively horny, turned you into nothing more than a big penis, no a turgid tongue walking around in public in a suit and tie. You acted like beast, and got yourself fired. Bad, bad tongue animal.” She kicked me again, then jabbed her foot back into my face.
“But, I suppose your scandalous behavior was partly my fault. I have not managed you properly. I was too permissive, and I mistook you for a man rather than the tongue-beast you really are. Because I liked your tongue fucking so much, I became overly indulgent and let you have too much. Yes, I suppose it was my fault. You’re a cunt sucker gone mad. A pussy sucking slut-boy, a tongue-fucking whore whose lustful indecency became so offensive he was fired. Such a pity. Sexually harassing your own secretary, and such a lovely, young and innocent thing—you are disgusting. I am so ashamed that it was partly my fault. I fed you too much pussy. You’re an embarrassment. But enough, let’s move on, lets see if we can repair the damage, or least find a use for you.”
Throughout this tirade, I concentrated on sucking Gina’s boot, rapt in a spell of submission. I sucked her boot as if it were her pussy. I cleaned the dirt off with my tongue, carefully licking each fold and crevice of her boot, while her recriminations struck me like a whip. “Yes I am an embarrassment. Yes, I am disgusting. Clean Gina’s boot. Use your mouth tongue-slave. Make amends; be her thing. You can’t let her leave; you can’t let her throw you away; you can’t live without her.”
My sick reverie broke when Gina pulled her boot back, placed the sole in the middle of my face, and shoved me back. I reared up to my knees to focus on Gina’s scolding lecture. She leaned in toward me with an elbow her knee, loathing in her eyes and a sneer in her voice.
“You’re detestable. I don’t know why I bother with you at all, except that it would be irresponsible to let a beast like you free in the world. But maybe you can be reformed. I think I can do it; I think I can get beyond what you’ve done, and perhaps not exactly forgive, but move on. However, you must change, and change isn’t easy, especially for a self-indulgent oral slut like you. But enough anger. See, I can control my emotions, my anger, and I will teach you the same self-control. Or maybe I should say I will force you submit to my control, the control I will impose upon your filthy obsessions. But you must agree. I want to reform you, to make you into a better thing, but you must make a commitment to change.”
“Yes mis…”
“SHUT—UP!” Gina struck with a roundhouse, openhanded slap across my cheek. I was stunned. I swallowed my instinct to protest her rebuke. The piercing crack was followed by screaming silence.
I lifted my hand to my burning cheek and looked to Gina’s beautiful face. Her soft brown eyes promised a kindness belied the satisfied smirk on her lips. Hope? Gina’s lovely, olive skin, the easy grace of her long limbs, her presence, I didn’t think they could live without these, but how could I let myself be subjected to this abuse. I knew I had screwed up. I was embarrassed, horrified by what I had done. Well, not what I did, but what I had been convicted of doing. My crime looked so much worse than what it actually was.
“Oh, that poor hurt look. That bad Gina is too mean. Is that what you’re thinking? You know Eric you will never find someone who will do for you what I do. Yes, you could easily get girls to spread their legs for you. You are such a pretty slut boy and there are so many dumb bitches out there. But that’s not the same thing is it? I give you something you didn’t even know you wanted; but you want it now, don’t you? Oh sure, part of you still complains, ‘Don’t treat me so bad. It’s too much. Give me just a little of the kinky stuff, but not so much.’ Sorry, but I will treat you so bad. It’s not about you Eric; it’s about me. I will treat as bad as I want, whenever I want, as long as I want, because hurting you is exactly the thing that I want. And when I have had enough, you may say thank you, and get out of my sight until I call you back for more. Do you know why? Because you need it, you crave it. You need the abuse, the control, and the humiliation. And only I can give it to you.
“You know perfectly well that I am your only hope. The things you really crave would have disgusted any of the many women you have known. Only I know your true nature. Only I could reveal to you the revolting, pitiful thing you need to be. Only I have the courage the put you to your natural born use. Part of you says, ‘I must have my self-respect.’ Well, you can have your self-respect, or you can have me—me and all those perverted things you really need, those things you would not admit to needing until I showed you what you really are.
“So it is your self-respect, or the real you; empty, meaningless whoring, or me; Eric the lost slut-boy looking for pussy from every woman that he meets, or Eric, Gina’s cunt licking tongue slave. It will be one or the other; you must choose. I don’t want this half man, half slave, half big cock on campus, half pussy sucking tongue pet. Choose.”
I gazed into Gina’s eyes like snake charmed. She was right, she had found, or awoken, or maybe hatched something deep within me that I hadn’t known existed. Gina was right, I would never find someone else like her; certainly, I hadn’t known anyone like her before. And that thing she found in me, or infected me with, that gnawing need to surrender, to be used, to be leveled—I was addicted to it. She knew it. Gina was right, the thing I’d become was not compatible with the slightest self-respect. That thing was at once self-loving and self-loathing, a vortex of self-destruction, sucking me down to—what? To become her absolute slave certainly, but would anything be left of me, or the thing I had always thought was me? Could I exist as a simple slave, nothing else? Could I let Gina carve from me all self-respect, all autonomy, and still be a functioning person? But do I care? It would be like suicide to give in to her, but it would be a slow empty death to deny her.
“Cat got your tongue? I told you to choose, me, and all that I demand, or nothing. Speak.”
With that she slapped me again, full force across my other cheek. I gasped, “Gina please, of course I want you, but...” She slapped me hard again.
“No buts, all or nothing. And all would be a lot, more than you can imagine. I will be fair, or at least give fair warning; all means the whole thing. There would be nothing left for you.
“I do want you Eric; it is just that I want you my way, and I want all of you. I don’t have time for negotiations. Give yourself to me, give me everything, be my total cunt lapping slave and you will get more sex than you can imagine. But only in the ways I deem appropriate. You will have the life that I impose upon you. That’s what slave is. Maybe this will help.”
With that, Gina stood and slipped out of her boots, blue jeans, and panties. I was transfixed; I could not stop staring at the dark triangle of her crotch. Gina sat back, and slung a leg over the end of the sofa. She spread the lips of her pussy and casually stroked the bud of her clitoris.
“Come here. Put your face between my legs. Close, but don’t touch. That’s good. Don’t touch; smell. Breathe deep. It’s so wet. Don’t think that I don’t want you Eric; it’s just that I want you my way. You are an excellent cunt sucker and a very pretty thing. I love having you down there between my legs, licking, sucking, slurping, and serving me. Be quiet, watch.”
Gina began rubbing her clit vigorously; she intended to come. I was entranced, inches from her glistening pussy. And the smell, Gina’s smell, enveloped me. How I wanted to dive in, but I obeyed. I watched, careful not to touch, kneeling on the floor between her legs, my face inches from her cunt as she quickly drove herself to climax.
But that smell, that was more than Gina, what was that other earthy smell? I suddenly realized that it was another man. As Gina clenched toward her impending orgasm his white ooze peeked out. His slime clarified as it mingled with Gina’s slit drool and seeped down to the trough of her ass. Gina had come home freshly fucked and rubbed her infidelity in my face, quite literally. She didn’t have to say anything, she made me smell it; she stuck my nose in it. I was nauseous. Gina forced me to face the ultimate humiliation.
A cold dry desolation blew through my heart. I should leave, but I can’t. This is too much. But no, it’s not enough. Please Gina let me eat you. Let me clean him out of you. And then, as I bent over her pussy as if in prayer, she came. She shivered, gasped and another dribble of his cream oozed from her hole.
“Oh yes, I do want you. Yes, you Eric. Oops, I guess I’m dripping. You know what that is, don’t you? Sorry, but this is how it must be. One man would never be enough for a woman like me; you should know that. But a man like you could always find his special place in my life. Aren’t you lucky; it could be you. You could be my cunt-licking slave, my dedicated cunt cleaner. You can have that place, but you must choose. Give me total obedience, total servitude; surrender all of you, exactly as I demand. Say yes, and you can clean his come out of me. I will let you suck me clean. Choose me now, and forever; there will be no going back.”
I was lost. “Yes. Yes, Gina. Please take me, use me, whatever you need, just take me.”
“Maybe, but you will have to be good; you must do exactly as you are told, all the time. Can you obey properly? I feel that other boy’s come dripping out, slithering down. Use your tongue and lap it up. Just lap it up what is leaking, clean it up but no tongue fucking.”
I had lost. I surrendered. I leaned forward and carefully licked the corruption seeping from her hole and dripping down through the furrow of her ass. I gently lapped the taint from the sensitive folds of Gina’s puckering anus and cleaned the slime from her slit. I was nauseous but thrilled to serve her. I was lovesick. I surrendered to the ecstasy of capitulation. The honor of cleaning the repellant pollution slacked the dry desolation ripping my heart.
“Stop. Look at it. Look at my pussy. It is full of his juice. Look at your new boss; look at your new ruler. Eric is that what you want, will you let that cruel pussy rule your life? Choose now and never look back.”
Directly addressing Gina’s cunt, I wept, “Yes, yes I belong to you, to it. I belong to your cunt completely; it is my supreme ruler. And you. Please, Gina please, let me be your thing.”
“Eat it.” Gina grabbed my head and slammed my face into her pussy. I dove into the gooey pool; her wet folds splayed over my cheeks and nose. I drove my tongue deep into her slimy hole. She gasped and arched her back. I sucked, swallowed, and nearly suffocated. She strained. Her cunt bulged. I sucked her urethra into my mouth, reaching my tongue deep into her. I wallowed in the slop of her unfaithfulness. I sucked his slime out of her, desperate to clean the intruder from my love, desperate to prove my love, desperate to surrender everything and to earn my place at her hole. I swallowed. Then Gina came again, hard and wet. A torrent streamed into my worshiping mouth, and I sucked it down to the last drop.
And so the love affair of Gina and Eric took another twisted step. Yes, it was a love affair, not a sweet romance, but as close to love as either of them could manage. Although their relationship was as unequal as possible, in a warped way they were perfect compliments, like a fist in a tight leather glove… continued
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