Testing the Submissive(14)

I moved toward the spread legs. It wasn’t lost on me that this would be the first time I tasted Lewis’s cum. Never in a million years would I have guessed that the first time that I ate his cum would be out of the vagina of another woman. When Veronica pulled aside her fingers, I lapped at her hole and was rewarded with a good dollop of warm thick cum. I worked the hole for a good minute while she squeezed out a mixture of their juices. I stiffened my tongue and dug into her as far as it could reach. Then I lapped the area and swallowed over and over, doing as thorough a job as I did with the dishes. Last, I sucked and licked each of the three fingers she had used to plug her hole.

By the time I had finished, I noticed that Lewis had returned and was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. I caught him from the corner of my eye sipping on a drink from a crystal tumbler. Water? Brandy? I wasn’t sure. All I knew was, I was the show, and he was enjoying this.

Lewis got up out of his chair and told me to get on the floor. I glanced at him, just for a second, he was wearing a bath robe. I wanted so desperately to see his entire body. Did he have hair on his chest? What did his cock look like…was it long and thin, short and stubby, big and thick? I wished I could see.

As I lay beside his bed he said, “Lay with your head on its side, looking under the bed. Do not look up. I will punish you if you do.”

I placed my head on its side, eyes gazing at the underside of the bed. Lewis walked around to the other side of the bed, while I followed his feet. Sexy as hell, a man’s masculine feet can be such a turn on.

The next hour was torture. Lewis fondled, stroked and teased Veronica. I could hear everything and it was burning me with envy. Cleary he was a very skilled lover and for the second time they were in the midst of passionate sex. I actually wanted it to stop, I was so jealous. They came together, and I felt completely defeated, lying alone on the cold hard floor.

That night, as told, I slept on the floor beside their bed. I wasn’t cold as Lewis ensured I was provided a comforter and a pillow, but it wasn’t easy to fall asleep being unaccustomed to such a firm surface. Lewis and Veronica slept on the comfy bed, and as far as I could tell, cuddled much of the night. I felt like a third wheel. Hell, I was the third wheel.

In the morning, I made coffee as ordered. My greatest humiliation came when Lewis encouraged Veronica to root through my overnight bag. She was allowed to take anything that caught her eye. I was livid! It took all of my willpower not to scream out in protest. She took most of what was in there, commenting on how we were close enough in size that everything fit.

My displeasure must have been apparent, because for the first time the entire visit, Lewis actually scolded me, his voice louder than usual: “Your face looks flush with color, is there a problem, whore?”

I bit my lip, and managed to hide my true feelings, “N..no Sir. No problem at all, Sir.”

Veronica looked at me with spite in her eyes, and she tucked most of my clothing into her overnight bag. As a final token of degradation she tossed her used panties into my bag, as if I was ever going to wash and wear them. That thing was going straight into trash the minute I got home.

I cried in the taxi, on the way home. I had never felt so low.

A full day later, I was still feeling low. I felt like such an idiot. I was so excited for my date with Lewis, and all the while he saw me as less than a person. In moments of weakness, I’d cry anew. Then I’d wonder if I would I ever taste him cum again? If so, would it be out of the vag of some bitch he just fucked?

The phone rang. Caller ID verified it was Lewis. Only one day had passed, and he was phoning me again. He must have another appointment lined up for me. Maybe I’ll tell him to fuck-off.

I answered the phone, but answering his first question proved more difficult: “Did you enjoy our date?”

Oh, I enjoyed our date alright you fucking asshole prick bastard jerk. “Um, it was not quite what I expected Sir…but I blame myself for that. I hope I didn’t disappoint you in any way?”

I hope I didn’t disappoint you?!? What the fuck was I saying? Why did I turn into such a compliant submissive slut the second I heard his voice?

“Would you like to go out on a second date?”

A second date? Are you kidding? A second date? Oh yeah sure, because our first date was so much fucking fun. “Sir, it would be a great honor to see you again, no matter what you have in mind.”

“Good, bring an overnight bag again, and see you Thursday. Victor will pick you up at 6:00 pm.”





CHAPTER 8: OUR SECOND DATE


Eleven days later, flying home…

It was a long flight home. Lewis and I alternated between reading, watching a movie, listening to music, talking, cuddling, and dozing off separately and concurrently. It had been the most wonderful trip of my life. Nine days in Paris. Lewis knew Paris like the back of his hand, and his French was quite good, so I felt almost Parisian during the holiday. We ate at the most incredible restaurants. We stayed in three different hotels, switching every third day for no reason other than fun and variety. Sure, it was a tiny hassle to pack up our belongings and then check in again somewhere new – but it kept everything completely fresh the entire vacation.