Becoming My Stepsister’s Submissive Slave — Part 2
Rachel lowered her feet and started going slowly back and forth beneath my balls, rubbing them and sending shivers throughout my body.
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“Now, now, Ryan. You know what you have to say. Assume the position and say it properly.”
I knelt in front of my stepsister, her crossed legs so close to me as she dangled her foot.
“Please, can I cum?”
“No,” she responded, looking at me straight in the eyes, the hint of a smile on her face while denying me.
I saw her fingers slide slowly down her arches, and she removed her heels. One, after another, her heels fell and my aching dick became even harder, as I admired her feet in the sheer pantyhose I loved so much. She raised her soles in front of me, just a breath from my face.
“And now…” she said, addressing me in a tone that sounded more like a teacher speaking to a kid, expecting something.
Through the haze of my excitement came an impulse of discipline, as I recalled what I had to say.
“Thank you”, I said, and I proceeded to give one kiss on each of her soles, filling myself with her scent while kissing.
A subtle grin appeared on her face. She had taken time to explain how I’d have to behave in great detail, and she was pleased I was complying.
“Now go prepare dinner,” she said, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek, as she left the living room.
Still kneeling, trembling with excitement, and with my dick hot and leaky in my boxers, I got up. It was now the fifth day since I last orgasmed, spewing a whole load on myself under my stepsister’s feet. The day after that I had nervously asked her to “take care” of me, but I was severely scolded in return.
I had thought about secretly jerking off…maybe if I was careful, hiding all the traces… but Gabriela had a way of looking at me in the eyes and just extracting the truth. I couldn’t risk it. The memory of that orgasm was still too strong and my stepsister was clearly trying to teach me how to get better with women.
“Your pleasure should only come after you’ve pleased your woman!” her words echoed in my mind.
That night, I was allowed to touch and smell, but not to lick. I sat on the couch, right where I was when I came all over myself a few days earlier. Once again, I was massaging my stepsister’s feet, trying to focus to avoid any…spill, like the last time.
“Dinner was wonderful, Ryan! If only you took this much effort with your girlfriend,” she said and gave me a disappointed smile, then turned back to watch her TV show.
I kept my head down, too ashamed to look at her, and I kept going at her feet. Gabriela had been working at a bank and was still in her office attire: a satin shirt tucked into her pencil skirt.
Surprised, and a bit scared, I found this whole humiliating situation incredibly arousing. There, after being unable to cum for five days, massaging Gabriela’s feet while she ignored me, I felt the most excited I’d ever been in my life. Excited, and desperate.
“Sis, please! Can I cum? Please…” I whispered, with my nose among her toes.
“What did you say?”
I froze. Why did I have to ask again? She told me she would have not allowed insistent behaviors.
“N-nothing.”
“Would you like me to play with you?”
“N-no, forget it. I’m fine.”
My answer surprised and amused her. She looked at me as an artist does with her work, and she seemed pleased with the shape it was taking.
“Good!” she responded, smiling warmly, and once again switched to ignoring me.
What if I’d said yes? Denied and wanting, I kept sitting in silence, serving her, licking her tired soles, savoring her taste. I needed to cum, and my mind was flooded with possibilities. I could have snuck out into the bathroom, to get off quickly and go back to bed.
“Strip!” my stepsister’s command took me out of my thoughts.
My heart skipped a beat. I rested her feet on the small pillow next to me, slowly stood up, and obediently started removing my clothes. She took her phone and pointed it at me.
“I’m going to record some of our time together so that we can appreciate your progress. Come on, keep going!”
My progress? And yet, it indicated that she had given a lot of thought to this matter…how many lessons did she already have in mind?
I stripped of everything but my boxers. My dick was hot and stiff but I was ashamed to show her how much it leaked.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to bring our little friend out to play?” she asked, chuckling.
Another blow but I had to be strong, she was filming everything. I eventually slipped out of the boxers and stood there naked, vulnerable, and humiliated. I was trembling a bit, and my heart was beating hard in my chest.
“Oh, quick, Ryan, you’re going to stain the carpet,” she said, pointing at my dick.
It was leaking a globe of precum and more strains were dangling from my balls. I caught it, looking around for a place to get rid of it.
“Why don’t you taste it?”
I stood there, confused.
“But sis…”
“No buts. It’s just a drop”
Silence fell in the room. I looked at her with pleading eyes, but she was unflinching. Trapped in her glacial gaze, I brought my finger to my mouth, tasting the transparent, sticky liquid. It wasn’t as bad as I expected. Slightly sweet.
“It’s not so bad, see? A good boy just does as he is asked to. It’s only natural. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Now, turn. Slowly. Let me see the whole of you!”
As I turned, I felt her gaze burn on my body, the long moments of silence only adding to the tension.
“What a lovely ass you have…and it seems like all the years of swimming made you tonic, and slender,” she said. “However, I have to say I’m disappointed. Ryan, do you like my smooth, perfectly shaved legs?”
I looked at the perfect figure of her long shapely legs, the shimmer of the nude nylons from her feet to the creamy stocking tops, and nodded vigorously.
“Then what’s with all your…hair? It’s disgusting!”
I suddenly felt desperately self-conscious.
“A proper boy is supposed to be shaved.”
“You mean…”
“I mean. All. Shaved.”
I stood there, now absorbing my stepsister’s words without any opposition, as she got closer to my twitching erection, surrounded by the few pubic hairs I had.
“Oh no, I won’t touch this mess.”
She lay on the opposite part of the couch, a severely disappointed look on her face.
“In the meantime…I shouldn’t, but I’ll make an exception. Assume the position!”
I knelt, and she put her feet in front of me, close to my erection. Maybe she would after all.
“Since you’ve been an obedient pupil and you want to learn how to treat girls, you can touch your dick.”
No footjob for me, it seemed.
“Go ahead, start!”
Kneeling, at her feet, I reached my rock-hard small dick and started to jerk off. Gabriela slowly wiggled her red-painted toes under the sheer tan nylon.
“Would you like to cum on my feet?”
I stroke faster.
“Y-yes!” I panted.
“Oh, I just don’t know if I should let you cum at all…”
“Please…”
I stroke harder. She was still recording the whole scene with her phone, but I quickly became unaware of it.
“You know, I was thinking about Rachel…you haven’t gone to school in the past few days, but I want you to go back tomorrow, and apologize to her too for what you said.”
My sudden impulse was to protest, but she swayed me by gently resting her soles on my face, and the result of my effort was just a sweet deeper sniff that melted all my resolve.
“I want you to share with her how happy you are for her new relationship.”
I kept stroking and gave another deep sniff, the feeling of her warm soles on my face driving me crazy.
“You ruined everything with her, but it doesn’t mean you can’t still be friends.”
My stepsister lowered her feet and started going slowly back and forth beneath my balls, rubbing them and sending shivers throughout my body.
“Imagine if she was here to see you right now…” she whispered.
I grunted as I exploded in an enormous orgasm. Spurt after spurt of five days’ worth of cum exploded onto my stepsister’s feet. I felt the pressure of my heart pound in my chest as I released my load, my whole body tensing up.
“Did. I. Give. You. Permission?” she exclaimed, pulling her feet away.
Still high from my orgasm, I watched her raise her feet towards me.
“Clean”
“O-ok I’ll go grab a tissue…” I said, trying to get up.
She fired darts with her eyes. I rarely saw my stepsister so upset, so I stopped immediately.
“Don’t play games with me, Ryan. You’ll lick your mess right now!”
“But sis, I…why do I… can’t I just…”
“Because you have to show respect!”
I once again felt guilty. I got closer to her feet, her shining hose glistening with my cum. Opening my mouth, I took the first bit of cum on my tongue, my body still shivering with pleasure. I licked a dribble, my tongue rising to catch it all along the side of her foot, and I finally took in a big puddle right above her toes. It definitely didn’t taste bad. It had a sweet taste, with a bit of a watery, salty aftertaste. The way the consistency swirled in my mouth…
Dutifully, I licked all of it, one foot after the other, making sure to suck on the hose to make them as clean as I could.
“See, it wasn’t all so bad. Oh, and you’ll get used to the taste soon. From now on…”
My stepsister came near me and embraced me, kissed my cheek, soft kisses right up to my earlobe, and she licked the inside of my ear passionately, sending shivers all over me.
“…you’ll have to lick all of your cum…” she whispered in my ear.
“Yes, sis.”
She left me there, on the floor, while she retreated to her room upstairs.
“Oh, and tomorrow…I want you as smooth as a peach”.
My balls felt funny. I was reaching the entrance of my university to meet Rachel, my ex-girlfriend, and I couldn’t help but be hyper-aware of how smooth it all felt down there. After shaving, I was feeling the fabric of the trousers on my legs in a much more distinct way, the touch of my boxers on my dick and balls enhanced, and that made me shiver. I felt everything much more smoothly, and I felt my dick becoming hard the more I savored this sensation.
There, in the university hallway, I put a hand inside my boxers to fondle my balls, to get a feel of just how smooth they felt now.
“So, you smoothed everything out?” I heard Rachel’s voice behind me.
Surprised and panicking, I removed my hand and turned towards her.
“What? You asked to meet me and here I am. I imagine you’ve smoothed out the hard feelings,” she said, and I was once again lost in her glowing green eyes and her round, elegant lips.
Her long chestnut hair was as silky as always and fell down her shoulders. Her beauty, as always, was striking, her perfume intoxicating. It made it difficult to look at her. I felt my heart beat and I knew I wanted nothing more than to be with her again. It was as if the girl sucking cock and taking huge loads in her ass in the videos and pictures she sent me was not her…even though I knew it was.
“I wouldn’t say I have bad feelings…”
“Then what part of go to hell you fucking whore did I misunderstand?” she said.
She looked hurt. I couldn’t hold her stare, and I looked down. She was lovely in her skimpy blue dress.
“W-well, actually I came to apologize…” I uttered, a whisper barely audible.
She brought a hand to her ear, in a questioning look.
“What…? You said you want to…apologize? Ryan, I can barely hear you,” she said, her voice soothful but disappointed.
I tried to find the words, but my mouth was getting dry.
“You’re not even looking at me, Ryan. Are you sure you want to apologize, or are you here to waste my time?” her soft voice now impatient.
“Y-yes, yes, I’m doing it right now! If you would just let me talk!” I suddenly raised my tone.
I saw anger quickly form in her expression, as she took a step towards me and looked down on me. I instantly realized my mistake and tried to mumble something, but seeing her beautiful eyes angry with me and the thought of letting her down crushed me.
“I didn’t mean to…”
“Have you even understood what you’re apologizing for or are you just willing to say anything to go back to where we were?” she said, my eyes still down, fixed on the sweet curves of her shapely legs.
“I-I know. I was unfair to you and…and I’m happy for your new relationship…”
I paused. I couldn’t believe what I was saying. Rachel stood silently, enigmatic, as if evaluating me. At this point, it felt natural to continue until the end.
“So I wonder if we still can see each other sometimes…” I finished, openly surrendering to her.
She chuckled, cutting me off in the middle of the sentence. I could see she was confused and amused.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you…but I could reconsider our situation. If you do something for me.”
“A-all right, I would do…”
“Shut up, before I change my mind. James and I are leaving for a couple of days but when I come back, I’ll need some help shooting some photos for him, since I’ll not be seeing him for a while.”
James. The moment she said his name it was as if I was hit by a train.
“I will tell you all the details later, I have to go now,” she said, grabbing her back.
She turned and started walking away.
“You know…something’s changed about you. I like that!” she said, giving me one last, intense look, her doelike eyes getting right into my soul.
She smiled, and I saw her go, following the gentle curve of her ass until she crossed around the corner.
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