Serena looks at her obedient, eager sub. He’s so cute, scrubbing her floors with a toothbrush while wearing a frilly black tutu, a black maid’s apron, and a male thong. She narrows her eyes.
“You’re not being a very good maid. Or are you being a naughty disobedient brat fishing for my hand on your ass?” Serena demands as she stands.
Carson pauses, then looks up at her. No one would believe that he’s a lawyer dominating his field when he looks like this. His bright blue eyes focused on her, the blush across his cheeks, his dirty blonde hair messy around his face. He lets out a soft breath.
Serena crosses her arms over her chest, drawing his attention there. Because he can’t help but worship her. She knows it. She knows that he’d do anything she asks, no matter how humiliating it is because he aches for her approval. His last name earned him plenty of validation in his life and now he wants her praise because he’s earned it, no other reason.
She knows that it goes deeper than that. He wants to be put in his place. He craves humiliation, craves punishment, and a lack of control and power he can never have in the real world. And she’s in a unique position to give him exactly that.
“Are you going to answer me or do you need some inspiration?” Serena demands, using the toe of her boot to lift Carson’s chin.
He swallows. “What did I do wrong? I’m using the toothbrush, making sure it’s soaped each time, only doing the grout and-”
“Your hat is on the floor you’re supposed to be cleaning, little maid,” Serena says. She lifts his chin higher with the toe of her boot. “You have such pretty, sweet blue eyes. I’m sure you can see it. So do you want my hand on your ass or the cage around your cock?”
He quickly grabs the hat and puts it back on his head, watching Serena. His eyes slowly drink her in, her long legs, her short blue dress, her dark brown eyes, and her thick black hair. When his lips part on a trembling breath, she knows he’s hard.
Carson’s shockingly easy to read. He hasn’t been able to hide a single response. “However you want to punish me, Mistress. I’ll take it. I’ll be good.”
“Oh, I know you will,” she says with a smirk. She glances at the time. “So we’re going to play a game called ‘puppy’.”
His face pales slightly and Serena arches an eyebrow. “But first, you’re going to lick my boot. Get it as clean as my floor should be by now.”
Humiliation and shame fill his eyes as his blush darkens. But he bends his head and starts licking slowly.
“Come on, it’s not called a spit shine for no reason. Clean my boot and watch my face while you do it. Remember who you serve,” Serena sharpens her voice.
Plenty of people would call her sadistic or cruel, but she knows that Carson loves it. He loves humiliation. His shame wraps around his dick tighter than his own fist and gets him off a whole lot faster.
Carson slobbers all over her boot, licking and letting his tongue wander as his blue eyes dilate, darkening as he watches Serena. She nods with a slow smile. “See what a good boy you can be. How perfectly you can use your tongue. And watching you lick and drool and lap at my shoes gives me so many ideas.”
He moans and she notices him shiver as he continues licking, faster, more intensely. She gives him an exaggerated moan and he pants.
“See what a good puppy you already are? Licking when told to lick. I bet you can think of other places you want to lick too. Places that taste so much better than my boots.” She lifts the skirt of her dress, showing her barely there mesh panties. Carson’s gaze dips and she shoves the toe of her boot into his open mouth. “But you know you have to earn my pussy. If it’s not wet, why would you get to taste it?”
Setting her boot back on the floor, she rubs it into the fresh tile. He shudders, his gaze still bouncing between her pussy and her face. He’s waiting for his next command and Serena doesn’t need to see his cock to know he’s hard.
“What? You think being a good sub will get me wet enough for you bury your face under my skirt and lick up every bit of wetness?”
“Please, Mistress. I’ve been so good and I’ll please you just as well as I clean your floors – better! Better than I clean your floors,” Carson begs.
Serena sinks down into a squat and runs her long nails over is cheek. He leans into her touch and shivers again, licking his bottom lip as his eyes close. “How hard are you, pitiful pet?”
“So hard. I love when you’re rough with me when you put me in place, shred my ego,” he groans.
“I don’t think you’re hard enough, not if you can get all that out,” she sighs, then smiles when his eyes open. “I’ll just have to try harder, won’t I? Be even rougher, remind you that you’re my obedient toy.”
“Mistress,” he begs.
“Which means I’ll use your cock the same way I use my dildos. When I want, when I want, and for my pleasure not yours … if I think you’re better than a dildo,” she says, her voice sweet as can be despite her wording.
Another soft moan leaves his lips as he watches her stand. He stays on his knees, but when he leans back, Serena swears she can see his erection twitch. She nudges it with the still slick toe of her boot and smirks.
“Looks like you’re ready for your walk, aren’t you puppy? We’re going downstairs just like this to get my mail. You’re going to carry it back up here in your teeth,” she decides wickedly. “My obedient little dog.”
He looks down at his outfit and blushes deeper. She sees him try to figure out if he can get away with saying no, but considering how turned on he looks, Serena knows he wants it. She’s humiliated him in so many ways in private, it’s time to take it up a notch. He knows his safe word and if he uses it, the game ends.
So she watches him with an eyebrow raised.
“Stand, pup,” she orders.
He slowly stands and she looks down at his feet. “Well, you can’t go downstairs barefoot, can you? We’ll have to find something to put on those paws.”
“Mistress,” he whispers.
“I would say heels to match your very pretty skirt but I don’t have any your size, so you’ll have to put on your shoes. Hurry. I’m expecting a package, one you’ll be very interested in,” she says.
Carson debates using his safe word. He has a reputation. He knows that it’s not likely that anyone in Serena’s apartment complex would recognize him, but at the same time … it’s kind of exciting to think of someone seeing him like this. So wrapped around her finger. The idea of the shame, the anxiety, the high of not having a say in the matter, of having to do whatever she says just for a chance at unpromised reward lights every nerve in his body.
Being under Mistress Serena’s thumb is a high like nothing he’s ever experienced. He never knows what she has planned, only knows that it’s his job to obey. Whether it’s cleaning her floors while she calls him a toy that’s more disappointing than her dildos, dancing for her wearing nothing but his boxers while she grades his efforts, or him watching as she talks down to him in public.
Even when she was easing him into humiliation and degradation, he knew he wanted more. Her asking if he had more dick to give her, asking if that’s all a big, successful lawyer could handle, asking if he was that used to giving up, her constant prodding and put-downs make him so much more determined to please.
He loves it. He’s never felt satisfaction and fulfillment in his life that measures up to how he feels when he earns Serena’s kindness especially now that he’s not ashamed of how hard he gets under her playful cruelty.
With that in mind, he puts on shoes. Serena looks him over, then leans her head to the side. He swallows, still on the edge of his decision. This could affect his career. So many people have smartphones.
Serena opens the door with something over her arm and starts walking downstairs. “Come on, puppy.” She pats her thigh. “Be a good boy for mistress or I’m going to have you answer me with barks for the rest of the night. It’ll be hard to make me wet that way, won’t it?”
He groans and steps out the door. Even in the empty hallway, he feels exposed. He wants to cover his ass, wants to take off the apron, the maid at. It would be less embarrassing to walk naked down the stairs, but he has a feeling he’s looking at a public indecency charge either way.
Carson’s breathing speeds up, his heart pounds in his chest. The excitement buzzes across his skin. It’s wrong, it’s embarrassing as hell, and yet … he craves it.
But Serena blocks him from the lobby. She looks him over and a darkness fills her eyes. “No one gets to embarrass you but me.”
He blinks at her. “Mistress, you said-”
“And you’re a good, obedient toy. Walking just like I told you too. Put on this coat and button it.”
She tosses it at him and he takes it obediently. It’s a little too small, is only down to his bare knees, but he leaves the hat on all the same. She smirks. “That’s better. I might see if you can please me more than my toy … or else I’ll end up using a toy on you.”
A low sound leaves his throat, something too soft to be considered a groan, but he knows Mistress Serena hears it. That devilish look in her eyes and the way she walks into the lobby directly in front of him, as if his erection is still visible through the coat.
They get to the main area and she bends down, rubbing herself against him. More out of habit than shame, Carson glances around. Some people notice, but when Mistress runs her foot up the inside of his leg, a shudder teases his nerves. One person focuses more on the hat Carson left on and he can feel their judgment, their questions. It makes his humiliation skyrocket.
Once Serena turns around, she taps his nose. “Open your mouth, just like a nutcracker.”
Carson hesitates, more aware of the stares now. They scorch him, burn through his ego, his confidence, breaking him down to the obedient pet/toy/submissive that he is. He gulps and Serena narrows her eyes and raises her voice just enough that others might hear.
“I said, open your mouth. If I have to, I can give your cock a tug and see if that does it. Or you can be obedient like I know you can.” She snarls. “Man up and open.”
Those two words, “Man up” swirl in his head. It’s one of those phrases that just gets to him. It’s basically the opposite of ‘good boy,’ but the effect on his dick is the same. He opens his mouth wide and Serena stuffs her mail between his teeth.
“Don’t get my envelopes wet,” she orders.
He forces his tongue down and doesn’t look around. His eyes stay on the ground until they’re back in her apartment. She motions to the table. “Let’s see if you’re more motivated to listen. Put the mail on the counter where it belongs.”
Serena watches as he bends over the counter. He drops the mail and she puts her hand on his back. He pauses, just like she knew he would. She grins wickedly. “Unbutton the coat, toy.”
His legs shake, but he obeys. She lifts his skirt and swats his ass. “That’s for hesitating downstairs.” She swats him again. “That’s for the spit I know is on my mail.” Another hard swat. “That’s for not thanking me for grinding on your little erection.” And another. “And that’s because I can.”
Carson takes a slow breath. “Thank you, Mistress.”
She traces one of the red marks she’s left on his ass with her fingers. “Seeing your ass red, your dick hard, you straining against that thong … especially when you’ve let me push your limits makes me think you can be a very good boy, Carson.”
He groans under the weight of his name. She palms his ass. “Take off my coat and fold it.”
Again, he obeys. She nods and notes it. He might not be ready for public scenes yet. He likes the idea of it, but his hesitance downstairs proves he’s not quite there yet. Once he’s back to just his maid’s costume, Serena points to the floor.
“When you address me, what position do you belong in?”
He sinks to his knees, placing his hands on the floor between his legs. He stares up at her, flushed, panting, still hard. She nudges his knees wider and nods. “That’s my good toy. You did well on our first outing, and that means you get to drool all over my pussy. If you come before I do, you’ll spend all night scrubbing my floors until I can take a black light to them and find nothing.”
He groans.
“Dick out,” she orders.
Carson pulls his skirt up and pulls his dick out before putting his hands back on the floor. He watches her with desperation, desire, everything. She lifts his chin. “Since you are so goo with your teeth, you’re going to use them to drag my panties down my leg.”
He obeys, biting her underwear and dragging them down. The first time he slips and she rolls her eyes. “You’re a lawyer and you don’t know how to use your mouth properly? Maybe I should take back the gift of my pussy and deny you.”
He whimpers, then latches onto her panties again, dragging them down her thighs until they fall around her ankles. She spreads her legs and lifts her skirt higher. “Please me. Show me what your mouth is meant to do, toy. Show me why I keep you around instead of fucking myself.”
Instead of moving, Carson waits, and Serena giggles. “Such a good boy. The second your tongue touches my clit, you’re allowed to touch yourself. Don’t do it early … and …. go!”
With a groan, Carson leans forward and tongues her clit immediately. Serena will never admit it, but he’s damn good with his mouth, possibly the best oral she’s ever had. She rocks her hips against his tongue and sees him jerking off slowly.
“I know I turn you on more than that. Fuck your fist, Carson. Spit in your hand and fuck your fist imagining it’s my pussy since this is the closest you can get,” she orders.
He draws back, spits into his hand, and goes back to work, faster, much faster as he eats her out. She has to brace against the counter as she moans. Her other hand grips his hair. “Yes, yes. That’s a good toy. You’re almost better than my vibrator. Keep going. See if you can make me come faster.”
Serena rides his tongue and fights her eyes as they try to roll back. She has to edge herself, moving just before he can make her come to deny him. She might be cruel, but he loves being her plaything. Carson loves and pays for the experience of being nothing but a toy for her to use and that’s what she gives him.
When he sucks her clit and swirls his tongue at the same time, she shudders and forces herself to calm down. It’s not easy, but she has to hold out.
“Come on. Make me come. I already see how close you are. Finish me. Be a good boy or I’ll make you lick up your own cum off my floor,” she pants.
His hand slips on the floor and Serena knows that he wants to touch her, just like she knows that he won’t without permission. She moans. “That’s it, that’s it. Feast on my pussy like it’s your favorite meal. We both know it is. You want to survive on my pussy alone.”
Carson groans against her clit, then pushes her over the edge. She tightens her grip in his hair and comes all over his tongue and face as she pants. She trembles and watches as he stays in place, still lapping at her.
Because he’s a good sub, willing to stay right there until she says to stop.
“Good boy. Lick me up. Every drop. Clean my pussy, my thighs, all of me until you cum,” she orders. “I know you want to come. You’ve had to wait so long.”
He nods as he licks over her pussy lips, making sure to be thorough as he strokes himself faster and faster. She groans. “Remember the last time I let you cum? I called you while you were in your office preparing for a case. Made you jerk off no matter who came in. I think you told them you were having a thigh cramp. Then you took a call while jerking off.”
Carson starts to lose his pace.
“Imagine if they saw your dick, saw you going to town, and knew you were coming for me while I called you a boring dildo. Wouldn’t that make you come even harder? Wouldn’t it make you empty your cock on the spot if they shamed you for liking that, for being so brazen?” She asks.
It works, he comes hard, groaning and panting against her thigh, unable to do anything but give himself over to the orgasm she’s been building him up to all day. He slumps while squeezing his cock, low grunts and growls leaving his throat. His lips are shining from her cum, his chin soaked, spurts of cum all over the floor as he pants and trembles.
“Thank you, Mistress. That was … amazing,” he sighs.
“My naughty toy, emptying all over the floors you just cleaned,” she asks. “And look, I’m dripping on them too.”
He smiles a warm, pleased, entirely satisfied smile. She squats down and gently strokes his chin with her fingers before drawing her hand back and tasting herself. She sighs. “Carson, you’re a very good toy. Thank you for reminding me how much more fun you are than my battery-operated toys.”
“Thank you for letting me come, Mistress.”
She helps him up and gently strokes his cheeks. “Let’s get you cleaned up so you can head home. I know you have a big day coming up and you’re going to be a good boy for me and do well so I can see you again soon, won’t you?” He nods and she sees that hopeful shine in his eyes. Carson will always come back to the humiliation he craves.
