Submitting To The Cuckcake: A Cuckquean And Cuckcake Love Story

By Y. Z. Blue

In this kinky cuckquean fantasy, follow Alice as she is thrown into the deep end of life as a cuckquean slave. At the start of her journey, Alice believes herself to be straight and entirely vanilla. In a few dizzying moments of realisation, she finds that all she wants out of life is to become a cuckquean slave to her ex-husband and the woman who took him from her. No kinky details are spared as Alice is humiliated and degraded by her cuckcake Julie and her ex-husband William. As Alice gives in to her desires, and gives all her freedom up to Julie, she finds pleasure in it all. Most surprisingly, she finds love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Y. Z. Blue
• Release date: Dec 29, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215940723

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Prologue

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nodded, rolling my eyes a little as I continued to slip my fingers in and out of myself, gently. Taking a deep breath, I tried to focus my mind. I couldn't do it though. All I could do was helplessly open my mouth and let the words flow out of me. Since they were completely true, coming straight from my heart, I didn't even need to think about them. All I had to do was open my mouth and let the truth flow out of me.

I am a cuckquean sex slave...

It was a situation that I'd NEVER expected to find myself in, but I did. In a matter of months, my world was turned upside down, and I found my values and desires turned on their heads. This is the story of how it all started, this is the story of how I became a cuckquean sex slave, the genesis.

Chapter 1

Regular life

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t was the day of my thirty-fifth birthday that everything changed for me. I would be lying to you if I said that I didn't see it coming. The events of that day didn't take me by surprise for one bit, not at all. In fact, I think it was something that I'd been craving for a very long time. I know that it makes me sound heartless but being a mere wife just didn't seem to suit me.

When I talk about how things were with William back then, I don't want you to go thinking about how I wasn't in love with him. William wasn't the problem; the problem was me. Being a wife wasn't for me, or so I thought, and I didn't understand the point of tethering yourself to a man in that way. I was still in a place where I saw men as something primal, something that women were quickly outgrowing. I saw men as simple, only driven by base desires and nothing else.

That was basically why I'd never even tried to be a good wife to William. I didn't cook and clean like I'd been expected to. I never dressed up for him. It was true that I wasn't putting the work in, but that was because I didn't care about the arrangement. I expected William to leave me, and I was almost looking forward to it.

That's why, when I was told that William was leaving me for another woman, I had very little reaction. I just stood there, in our kitchen, and looked at him. It was quite vivid enough for me to realize he was real nervous, that he was expecting some kind of emotional outburst. That emotional outburst never came through, and I think that made him uneasy. I'd thought about pretending to be upset, maybe, forcing myself to cry or show some levels of visible sadness, but I didn't do any of it.

I looked at him coolly and asked, when are you leaving?

Well, he said, bringing his hand up to his hair and touching it nervously.

I think that it's best not to drag these things out, he'd said,

So... Now, I suppose. he'd added,

I nodded shortly.

Okay, I said afterward.

Have you packed already?

I could tell by the way he'd been looking at me that he was made uneasy by my lack of grief. It made me seem rather heartless, I know, but I had seen it coming a mile off already, and I really couldn't quite bring myself to pretend to be shocked, at all.

I have... Yeah, he said.

I can answer any questions that you have, he offered.

What was I supposed to ask? Why are you leaving me? Well, I knew exactly why he was leaving me. I didn't need to ask him that one, conspicuously enough. I wasn't a good wife, and I didn't want to be, I wasn't interested one bit. Was I supposed to ask who it was? Why would I? I felt that I knew already, I could see her clearly in my mind's eyes. She was delicate and feminine, almost definitely uneducated, and probably southern. I'd expected her to be the kind of woman who was subservient, who did as she was told. I thought that she was the kind of woman who loved to cook for her man, and knew how to do little else.

I had no questions, but I knew that he had asked me for a reason.

I don't think so, I said,

But, is there anything that you want to tell me? I asked afterward.

William nodded.

I want you to know that I still care about you, he said,

That I'm still here for you, and that I want this whole thing to be as easy as possible on you. He added.

Thank you, I said calmly, but I knew that he had said that more to make himself feel better than to make me feel better. I felt no different after hearing those words from him, assuredly.

After that, he left. William had made it known to me that he didn't want to drag it out, and it was as swift and smooth as he'd promised. We saw each other every couple of weeks. At first, he was just moving his stuff out of our home. Then, as expected, we began divorce proceedings. It was a long process, and that annoyed me. People kept thinking that I was upset about the divorce, but I was mostly annoyed at the amount of paperwork required.

How are things? My lawyer asked me, her voice tone was empathetic and low.

Fine, I replied warmly, noticing the change in her tone from professional to caring.

It must be hard for you, she said,

Are you seeing anyone? she added.

I shook my head.

No, I'd said sharply.

I knew what she thought of me. Everyone thought that I was depressed because William was seeing someone new, and I was still alone. I didn't want to get myself into another relationship though, I knew that it would have just been the same damn thing all over again.

Here, the lawyer said, handing me a business card.

I highly recommend this therapist to a lot of my clients, she added

She has really helped so many people in your situation. she continued.

Thank you, I'd said with a smile, and slipped the card into my pocket with the intention of throwing it away at the first opportunity.

Time passed and the divorce went through, eventually. A couple of months later, William got married. People looked at me with so much sympathy around that time, thinking that I would have been devastated. I still thought of that woman–, of Julie–, as a stupid and subservient woman, though. I didn't care if she married William, maybe she was stupid enough to give him everything a man could ever want.

Then, I ran into William and Julie at a party. I wasn't expecting them to be there, but I also didn't expect that it would have had the effect on me that it did. As soon as I set eyes on Julie, a huge wave of emotion overwhelmed me. I could feel the tightness in my chest and my palms becoming sweaty.

Alice? William said, putting his hand on his wife's back as he guided her towards me.

I wasn't expecting to see you here, he added.

I forced a smile, trying to stay calm.

It's good to see you, I said,

And this... This is Julie? I asked calmly.

William smiled.

Yes, he said, as Julie took a step forward.

It's wonderful to finally meet you, Julie said with a smile.

I nodded softly, overwhelmed by her. The woman in front of me was not who I had been expecting to see. Julie was perfect., Everything about the way that she looked and the way that she held herself was perfect! The woman was maybe ten years younger than I was, and possessed such beauty that I could never even come close to! I couldn't take my eyes off her legs either, they were so long, and beautiful. My legs are short, and it's been something that I've always been rather very self-conscious about.

Everything that I wanted, she had. It wasn't just the way that she looked either. The more that I learned about her, the more jealous I'd felt. Not only did she possess a kind of beauty that most women only dream of, but she was also incredibly successful! It was clear that she was rather very intelligent as well, and that she possessed a confidence level that most people never get to achieve.

What I couldn't get my head around was; why would a woman like that even get married? With all her success, she could take care of herself. She could have sex with anyone that she wanted to, at any time that she wanted to. I didn't quite understand why she would chain herself down with marriage propaganda, and why she went for a man like William. It made no sense to me and my head had been spinning so much already as I tried to think about it.

When William first left me, I felt no abandonment and no jealousy. On meeting Julie though, all of those feelings started to flood me in a way that I'd never felt before. It was dizzying, and I had no idea how to process what I was actually going through. The more I tried to make some sense of it, the more extreme my feelings got.

I left the party early, unable to hide the fact that I was suffering. It was embarrassing, knowing that people had seen the look of jealousy in my eyes and the sadness that came from feeling so lonely. Seeing Julie like that had made me hate myself so much and helplessly wish that I could be more like her instead.

As I walked away, not understanding why I'd even been feeling that way, I slipped my hands into my pockets. Feeling the business card that had still been tucked inside, I pulled it out to have a full look. It was the number for the therapist that had been recommended to me by my lawyer. I had almost laughed when it was first suggested to me, but I was starting to feel like there was no other option but to try it. I called that night and made my first appointment.

Over a few sessions, the therapist explained to me in-depth, what I was feeling, and how to manage it. The woman told me that I felt jealous, abandoned, and lonely. She talked a lot about my self-esteem and how to raise it. Mostly, she just gave me affirmations to say to myself whenever I was feeling low. Things like:

I am enough.

My divorce does not define me.

I don't really know how much they helped me, but it felt good to tell someone about the way that Julie had made me feel. It was such intense jealousy, something that I had never really felt before, happening for the very first time. I knew that there was something different about Julie, something that I'd never encountered before, and that was why she made me feel those things. The therapist always wanted to focus on me though, and she would encourage me back to talking about myself whenever I started to talk too much about Julie and what I'd thought about her.

A few times, I even started to speculate about her sex life with William, talking about what I thought they did and how they did it. The therapist told me that I shouldn't be dwelling on that, for my own health's sake at least.

After a few sessions, the therapist told me that I already had the tools that I needed. She said that I could come back if I needed to, but she wanted me to try and just use the tools and see if I could get back to normal. I didn't feel like the problem was solved, but I agreed that it should be our final session.

Before you go, she said,

I want you to take this. She added immediately, handing me a small, sealed envelope.

She had never done anything like that before, but I didn't really think that it was strange at the time.

Take this with you and open it once you get home, she'd said calmly.

I nodded.

Okay, I said, before thanking her for all the work she had done with me. I knew that I would never see her again, so I wanted to make sure that she knew I was grateful for what she'd done for me.

Like I'd been told to, I waited until I was home to open the envelope. I was alone that evening, like many other regular evenings, and I ripped open the envelope almost without thinking. Looking at the small piece of paper inside, I saw two words.

Cuckquean slave, the little bit of paper read.

Strange, I whispered aloud to myself.

I had no idea what it was or what it meant. I thought about calling the therapist and asking her, but it was late.

Intrigued by the words, I went to my laptop and typed them into the search bar. The results that came up shocked me, but not so much that I closed the window. Taking a deep breath, I read the definition that came up for cuckquean;

A woman whose husband is unfaithful to her, it read. I nodded my head, that was part of what I was feeling, and of what my issues had really been. I could tell that there was more to it though, especially from the results for cuckquean+slave.

I could see that a lot of the results were links to porn sites with videos with titles like cuckquean slave humiliation or cuckquean slave used by girlfriend and husband. The videos caught my eyes, but I wasn't brave enough to click on them. Instead, I went for a page where people were posting their confessions.

As my eyes moved over the webpage, taking in story after story from these women, I felt my heart pound and my stomach tensed up. It made me feel sick and nervous to read those things, especially since it was starting to arouse me rather very surprisingly.

These women had become slaves to the women who took their husbands. They were degraded and used by the other woman as well as their husbands, with all their dignity taken away. The thing was, they all seemed to like it.

I read about someone who lived in chains all day long, and how hot that made her feel! I read about one woman getting used as a human toilet. That one sounded so degrading that I could hardly bring myself to actually read it. Then there was one who slept at the end of her husband's bed and would be pulled up at any moment to service her husband or his girlfriend like she was just there to use her body to pleasure either person whenever the desire struck them.

It made me feel so aroused that I got really scared. I couldn't look at it anymore because of how much it was making me want to touch myself right there! Why was I so turned on by it? I didn't even want to consider the desire that was awakening within me. I closed the window and tried to move on, but I couldn't stop thinking about the things that I had just read. The next day, I was back on my laptop reading more and more about it.

The more that I read and watched, the more I found out that I couldn't tear myself away from it. When I wasn't on my laptop looking for information, I was thinking about it. Slowly, it started to consume me, until I couldn't ignore the effect it was having on me anymore. I was getting so excited thinking about it that my pussy was twitching with longing and the desire to get scratched.

Lying in bed at night, I would shut my eyes and my head would fill up with images, imaginations that stemmed from what I'd been up to on the cuckquean topic. I would think about the degrading situations I had read about and seen, then I would put myself into them. I tried not to let myself do it at first, but I couldn't help it. The power of the fantasy had been way too great for me to resist.; I'd been completely overwhelmed.

As I dreamed of these perverse situations, of being used sexually by William and degraded by Julie, I couldn't help but go on with touching myself. It made me feel icky, getting turned on by it, but I couldn't fight it. I wanted to be Julie's slave, and thinking about it got me so turned on that I would cum powerfully from a few little touches. My body was on fire with excitement in a way it never had been before, and all that was just from thinking about becoming a cuckquean to Julie and William!

Every time that I touched myself, every time that I even got turned on while thinking about it, I felt filthy and disgusting. It made no sense to me at the time! I didn't understand why any woman would want to live like that. I hadn't even wanted to be married to William, now I was fantasizing about being in a monogamous relationship with him again, but with the added humiliation of being a slave to the woman that my husband had left me for. I didn't know why anyone would want it, but it was becoming clear that I did. I wanted it, I had no idea why, but it was turning me on so much that I couldn't ignore it.

Even with the filthy feeling, it was making me feel better. It was like a drug in that way. When I looked at it or fantasized about it, I didn't feel jealous or lonely anymore. But, like a drug, I found that I needed a bigger and bigger hit. Fantasizing about it wasn't cutting it anymore, and I started to think about the real thing.

Even after everything, I longed to be in William's arms again. Hoping I could be worthy of William's love. Did I say love? Yes, I guess I did, and I do love him, and wished that I had never let him go. It was such a painful thing to go through, but the answer was so simple. William was all I needed.

Things spiraled so fast that I started to lose the shameful feelings. Wanting to be with William, and being willing to degrade myself that badly to do it, felt like a really natural thing. It wasn't long before I was telling myself that I needed to try. Maybe Julie would reject me, I knew that it was a strange request, but I know that I needed to ask. What I needed to do, what I couldn't go without, was asking to become her cuckquean slave.

Chapter 2

Becoming Slave

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nce I'd managed to set up a meeting with them, William and Julie, I knew that there was no turning back at that point. William seemed concerned that I wanted to talk to them both, but I'd assured him that I wasn't going to cause any drama at all. Maybe that was a lie, I knew that what I was going to do was strange and that it might provoke strange reactions from them both. I needed to try it though, and I would have lied in order to get there if it needed to happen.

He'd said that he was going to ask Julie and my heart was racing the whole time that I waited for his reply. When my phone finally buzzed, I almost gasped. Looking down, I saw the message from an unknown number.

Hi Alice, this is Julie, it read,

I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, does eight work for you?

With my hands shaking, I couldn't tell if it was just sheer excitement or not. I messaged her back.

Sounds great, I wrote in the texted reply,

See you then.

I was so nervous that I hardly slept properly. All I could do was think over all the different ways that it could go, and obsess over the possibility that I might finally be getting what I'd recently been dreaming about.

I took my time getting ready, knowing that I was being far too keen on the arranged meeting. Once I was dressed, I looked at the clock on the far side of the bedroom. I was going to be early, but I couldn't wait. I got into my car and drove over to them, at the already agreed location we'd discussed. When I arrived, I waited in my car until I felt that the timing was perfect. Then, with my hands shaking, I walked up to the door and knocked at exactly the agreed time.

The door opened, and it was Julie standing there. I felt breathless as I looked at her, as blown away as I'd been the first time that I saw her. I had looked at photos of her several times since I had seen her at the party, and she really shone with a beauty that couldn't even be captured properly in those still photographs.

Julie smiled at me and then opened her arms. I could hardly speak and she hugged me warmly, welcoming me into her home. I felt so nervous about what I was going to do in that short moment, but seeing her again, right there in front of me, just made more solid my belief that it was something I had to at least try.

I was cheerfully led into the living room where William had been waiting for us. He'd been sitting on the couch. I looked at him and felt that he was trying so hard to avoid my gaze. I could tell that he was a little uncomfortable, and I couldn't blame him for that. It was a strange situation, having his ex-wife visit him and his new wife, and maybe he could sense that it was only going to get even stranger. I looked at him for a few long moments, just trying to share a moment of eye contact at least, but he just wouldn't look into my eyes. It hurt a little, the way that he avoided my gaze. At that moment, I felt as though I wanted him back, I wanted to feel that intimacy with him again, and he couldn't even bring himself to look at me. I was a bit saddened by that.

Please, Julie said calmly,

Take a seat.

As she spoke, she gestured to an armchair opposite the couch. Then, she sat down on the couch, close to William and with her body angled towards his. Seeing them together like that, so casually intimate, stirred something in me. I knew that it was time to act, that it was time to put myself out there, the way I'd planned it in my head.

Instead of sitting in the armchair that Julie had gestured to, I took a step toward the couple. Then, without speaking, I got onto my knees in front of them. As I knelt there, on the living room floor, I kept my head slightly bowed. I wasn't sure, but I felt like some of the tension had left the room. Things felt a little easier, a little more... natural.

With my head still tilted down respectfully, I looked up at them both.

May I speak? I asked. It felt good to ask permission like that, like the order of things was correct.

Oh, please, go ahead, Julie and William said, their voices almost in unison.

Thank you, I said, respectfully.

My heart was fluttering with nerves, but also with excitement. I had been dreaming about being in that position and it felt so good to be there, my fetish.

I'm very happy for you both, I want you to know that, I'd said, softly,

And, I wish you both the best... My reason for coming here though, is to tell William that I am so sorry for the way that I treated him... I can see the error of my ways now and I wish that I had done things differently.

They'd both been looking at me, not trying to speak yet. They wanted to hear all that I had to say and, even though the situation was all a little strange, they were happy to listen all the way until I was done.

I know that it can't be undone and that I can't have you back, I said quite calmly, with my voice cracking slightly with emotion,

But I need you both to know that I am willing to become a submissive entity, taking care of the house for Julie as well as living as a sex slave to William... If all I earn for a day's work is one kiss from William, I'll do it... I'll do it and I will feel grateful. I'd then said with complete and absolute confidence.

The look on William's face changed slightly as I'd spoken then. There was an unconscious expression of longing and of lust, something that I had been craving to see from him. It was so pure and full of love, that I felt so happy I could have died right then and there. The moment seemed to last forever and I felt light and happy just for seeing the look on his face.

The silence lingered in the room while everyone processed what I'd said. Having seen the look on William's face, I no longer felt nervous about anything. I had gotten the slight sign that I needed, and I felt happy that William still wanted me!

I think we understand, Julie said, the first to break the silence,

But we need to talk this through... I and William need to talk this through. She added promptly.

Deep down, I had expected to be turned down outrightly or to have been met with a bit more resistance or harshness from Julie, but that wasn't the case at all, and it was a green light bright enough to light up an entire stadium!

I understand, I'd said in response, feeling so much joy in the little glimmer of hope they had given me. They were going to talk it through, they were going to consider it, and that meant that there was still a real chance it might actually happen, I wasn't dreaming!

You can leave now, Julie said,

I'll get back to you.

I nodded, standing up and almost bowing to them. I left their house gently enough like she'd asked, and held onto that little glowing glimmer of hope already growing quite rapidly inside of my chest.

Returning home, I waited quite patiently for the news. It wasn't an easy wait, but I continued to cling to the hopeful feeling in my chest. There were no guarantees, but I tried to stay hopeful that I might get what I wanted. It was only an hour later when I got the message from Julie. The buzzing of the phone made me shudder. It was happening, I was about to find out. Holding my breath, I looked at the screen.

Take off your clothes. Pack up any valuables that you have. Get clean and fed, then arrive here at six, tomorrow, it said,

Wear a long overcoat, nothing underneath.

That was it, the answer was a yes. I was becoming their submissive and I had received my first ever order from Julie. My skin was tingling all over and my heart was pounding with joy. I replied, stating that I understood completely, and then started to carry out my orders.

As I took off my clothes and started to pack, I felt so happy. Julie and William weren't even there, but I was already getting so much joy from the act of following my orders. There was so much pleasure in just doing as I was told, and being degraded a little as I did it. I was just a naked slave carrying out orders, and I couldn't have been happier. The only thing that I'd needed to complete my happiness was to serve William sexually, and I felt like I was getting closer and closer to that actually happening.

When I arrived at the agreed location promptly and rang the doorbell, I was struggling not to smile widely. It was happening, and I could hardly believe it. I felt a little strange about what I was doing, knowing that most people would have thought me a freak for my desires, but I was so pleased that I didn't care all that much.

Julie opened the door again, leading me through to the living room. I kept my coat on, not wanting to do anything until I was told to. As we entered the living room, Julie pointed to the floor.

Kneel, she said simply.

That little order made my pussy twitch immediately and I fell to my knees in the same spot I had knelt in the day before! Julie and William sat side by side on the sofa.

Read this, Julie said, holding out some papers toward me.

I got the papers from him and looked down at them. Without reading it first, or even really thinking through it, I started to read the words on the page.

I, Alice, am voluntarily contracting myself out as a submissive sex slave to William and Julie In exchange, Julie will reward Alice by allowing Alice physical contact with her ex-husband, William.

As I read the words I started to realize what was happening. This was a binding contract, something that was locking me into this strange relationship with them, with some form of legal recognition.

I continued to read through the outlined contract as it listed all the ways in which I was agreeing to give all power and agency over to Julie.

The party known as 'Alice' will no longer be referred to by that name. From now on, the name used for the party known as 'Alice' will be 'Slave.' I said, reading the words on the page.

Slave will be naked at all times.

When leaving the house, Slave can only wear clothes that have previously been worn by Julie and are not yet washed.

Slave may not use the bathroom without first asking permission to. Slave will have to follow the instructions given on how to relieve herself.

All sexual demands by William or Julie must be followed by Slave or Julie has the right to deny Slave contact with William.

All domestic house chores will be Slave's responsibility.

More terms can be added at any moment, all at the discretion of Julie.

Slave's orgasms will be denied for one month, so the training of sexual slavery will go smoothly. Edging is not allowed without express permission. All edgings are at the discretion of Julie.

After the first 30 days, when training is done, the contract will be terminated, and Alice is free to leave. Should Alice decide to stay, we will enter into a new contract based on what we learned about Alice.

As I read through the terms of the agreement, I found myself getting more and more excited. It was all starting to feel so real and that hit me with arousal that I could hardly contain. I felt my clitoris twitching and jumping as the wave of extreme arousal hit me. I felt my pussy get juiced up instantly, almost squirting onto the carpet as I was hit with that powerful rush of pleasure, born out of sheer imagination.

Maybe I was letting all that lust rule me easily, that I should have given it a little more thought. I didn't want to think about it though, I was sure that I knew what I wanted. So, without even taking the time to think it through, I signed the bottom of the contract document effortlessly.

I, Alice Graysons, am signing this document with full consent, I read, before scribbling my name at the bottom of the document. It was happening. Maybe I was a little scared of how intense things might get, but I leaned into the lustful feeling and let it rule me!

That was it. Julie owned me from that moment. My whole body belonged to her along with all of my freedom. I almost came just thinking about it. Her ownership of me, the way that it made me feel like an object to be used, was just so arousing. My sexual fantasies had completely gotten the best of me and my thinking as a whole at that point, and it was unstoppable!

Julie took the contract document and smiled. It was the start of something huge for all three of us, I don't think that I even could have imagined how big it was. My whole life had just changed in a huge way. I wasn't the woman that I was before signing the contract. I wasn't Alice anymore; I was just Slave now.

Remembering the causes of the contract, I unbuttoned my coat. Once I was entirely naked, degraded, and sexualized for Julie and William, I got onto all fours in front of them like an animal.

I looked forward to my new life as I got completely indulged in that moment, feeling degraded at their feet, just the way I'd wanted it.

Chapter 3

The Cuckquean Slave is Born

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was thankful that it was quite warm in their home, and that the carpet felt soft under my hands and knees. These things were luxuries, and I'd thought of them as such. I'd seen it as a privilege to bow before them in that way; my privilege to submit completely, and I felt that my comfort was something that I was lucky to have even though I probably didn't fully deserve it.

As I'd knelt there, with my head bowed, I felt their eyes on me. Both Julie and William were looking at my completely naked body. It was Julie's first time seeing me and I heard her hum in a rather satisfied manner, as though she was well-pleased with her new toy. Of course, William had seen me nude countlessly, but being looked at by him had never felt like that, even when we'd still been a real couple. Just having his eyes on me felt like a treat that I was utterly overwhelmed to receive.

Glancing up, I saw Julie whisper something into William's ear. William nodded in response, with his eyes still on my body. Looking at me, Julie nodded.

Are you ready for your first reward? She asked me,

The first taste of William that you will get, in return for your obedience? She added.

As she spoke in a really gentle tone, her eyes moved all over my body. I could see the way they lingered on my breasts. She'd been looking at me so intently that I'd wondered if she was going to reach out and start playing with me immediately. The lustful look that she gave me was not unlike the way that William had looked at me as well, and I was starting to understand that she wanted to use me sexually as much as William did.

I nodded.

Yes, please, I said,

If you think that I've earned it.

I wanted nothing more than to be closer to William, to get to experience his body, and to serve him sexually. I didn't want to seem greedy though, or like I didn't understand my place. I knew the position that I held in that arrangement, and I knew that Julie had all of the power. It was in my best interest to be respectful of her, to make sure that I didn't step over any lines either.

Okay, she said, turning to William and nodding afterward.

William nodded in response, and then stood up. He left the room and walked into the bathroom. A few moments later, he returned. The only change that I could see was that he had taken off his shoes and socks and was now wearing slippers over his bare feet. I'd heard the sound of the water running so I guess he rinsed his feet, he seemed to have left to wash himself up but the slippers were the only thing that had changed. He sat down in front of me and then glanced at Julie.

As your first reward after signing your contract and devoting yourself to us, Julie said calmly and in control,

You may have William's feet for ten minutes... You may do whatever you like, but start with kissing them. She added.

I blinked my wide eyes at her as I processed what was being said to me. Just his feet? That was all I had earned. I knew that she was going to be hard on me, that she was going to make me work for every reward I'd received, but just his feet had felt like a rather very weak reward. I thought about saying something, or pointing out that it seemed more like a punishment than a reward, but I was getting something that I dreamed about and I didn't want to throw it all away just as I was getting it. This was just my first reward, after all, things would get better, apparently.

I nodded back at Julie.

Thank you, I said, softly and respectfully before turning my attention to William's feet.

Just remember, Julie purred,

Don't even think about touching him above the ankle. She warned afterward.

She didn't need to tell me what would happen if I'd disobeyed her in any way, or if I stepped out of line. I knew that I would be made to regret it if I didn't follow my orders correctly. This was all I was getting for my obedience, if I took a step back, it would have been weeks before I got any reward I was excited for, apparently. I accepted that Julie held the keys to William outrightly, that all I got of him was at her discretion, and I obeyed her accordingly.

I nodded to show that I understood.

Thank you, I repeated.

On my knees, at William's feet, I looked up at his face. The expression on his face was soft and loving as he slipped his feet out of his slippers. Slowly and obediently, I lowered my head towards his feet, ready to kiss them as I'd been instructed to.

I approached the task like a chore until my nose was an inch or two away from William's foot. The emotions hit me, filling my heart and making my head spin with more passion. It was just being that close to William, getting to serve him in that way, but it felt like it hit me right in my chest. My heart fluttered and ached as I felt it. It was being close to him combined with that familiar smell, something that I must have experienced a thousand times before, but it had never had that effect on me. I felt like I was drunk on it.

The emotions that overwhelmed me were powerful, and they hit me so hard that I could barely breathe. Everything that I'd felt was tinted with regret for the fact that I hadn't appreciated him when I had him and had the best chances to, and that was as really painful as it got. I felt joy though, and a strong longing to be loved, that was as sweet as it was bitter, unfortunately. Getting to smell him and be so close to him filled me with joy and the feeling of his eyes lingering on me and admiring me made the joy even stronger.

As the emotions overwhelmed me, I found that I was drawn naturally into my task. I pressed my lips to his feet with a furious passion. I kissed his skin over and over again, feeling myself being moved by the passion and joy that filled me. I covered each of his feet with kisses, closing my eyes and indulging entirely in the sensation.

Once I had carried out the only real order, covering his feet with kisses entirely, I let myself go. Though I was always careful not to touch anything above the ankle, obedient for as much as possible, even in my wild passion, I indulged myself fully in the pleasure that his feet could bring me, and the pleasure that I could bring him just through his feet. I became manic with my movements, leaning down and playing with his feet as every kiss and lick gave me the most intense pleasure of my life.

I sucked on his toes and licked the skin. I took all five toes of one foot into my mouth, sucking on them as I stretched my mouth out around them. As I licked wildly, I knew that I was smearing saliva around my mouth. I knew that I was degrading myself in my worship of him, but I still loved every moment of it.

For those ten minutes, I was in heaven. I grabbed at his feet with both hands and explored and rubbed every inch. I kissed, licked, and sucked on them