Aristocratic odalisque

Chapter Two - Kneel

After our initial mind-blowing afternoon, I wondered if Amy would begin to see the benefits of having a manservant (me) at her disposal.  My hope was that the most erotic femdom moment of my life would be followed by frequent weekly get-togethers. 

It didn't quite work out that way - at least initially.

Amy was a busy girl.  She had a great social life and - after the first humiliation - I didn't see much of her.  On the few occasions I did see her, she inevitably was with a group of people and I didn't feel comfortable approaching her.  Amy, in turn, barely gave me so much as a token glance.  I'm sure you can imagine how frustrating this was.

There was little I could do about the state of affairs.  Amy had been very clear with my status in her life:  If she wanted me she would let me know.  Otherwise, leave her alone.  She was a young, career-oriented woman and didn't have time for someone like me unless she had nothing better to do.

For an entire month after she first sexually humiliated me, Amy gave me exactly zero attention, with one small but notable exception.  It happened about three weeks after our afternoon.  She was in the hall with a couple of women.  As I passed them, Amy and I made eye contact.  As the other girls conversed, Amy turned toward me very discreetly, and opened her mouth.  Out darted her little tongue.  She raised her eyebrows, while wagging her tongue back and forth and suggestively pointed her finger at her mouth and then at me.  The implications were clear.  I nearly melted when she winked at me, before she turned her narrow neck and re-engaged the other ladies in conversation. 

A week after that, I was just about ready to give up.  I figured Amy had her fun with me and was no longer interested in anything kinky.

It was a Thursday afternoon and I was outside school in my usual spot, puffing on a butt.  I heard the clicking of high heels on pavement, a sound that will always cause me to turn my head in a hurry.  Imagine my delight when I saw it was Amy.  Not only that, but Amy looked smoking hot on this day, even by her lofty standards.  She wore a light cream skirt, which fit snugly against her ridiculous little body, thanks in part to a matching white belt that served to delineate her upper and lower body as well as highlight her spectacular hips.  The skirt was cut high, but not sluttily so - maybe four inches above her knees.  As she moved, the dress offered occasional glances of her luscious thighs.  This afforded me a tantalizing view of Amy's lower body, which looked especially appetizing thanks to her sheer pantyhose and stylish cream-colored pumps. 

As she always did, Amy moved fast, gliding with perfect posture and grace over the concrete entranceway to the building.  By her standards she moved even faster than normal, and she had an annoyed look on her face.  I couldn't help but admire her as she strode away from the building.

Her sixth sense promptly kicked in and she turned her head to meet my stare.  After studying me for a moment, she smoothly altered her route and stride right over until she stood just above me (I was sitting).  She glared down with a look of determination.  Then, I saw a change in her face, as her features softened and she was inhabited with an amused look, as if maybe life wasn't so bad after all. 

"I thought I told you not to smoke anymore," she said.  She was dead serious.

"Sorry," I said, listlessly.

Amy pointed to the ground at her feet.  "I want you to get rid of it," she said.

I felt myself overcome by her dynamic feminine presence.  My heart rate quickened.  I put the cigarette on the ground between us.  Amy stepped down on the cigarette and twisted her foot back and forth, making extra certain the butt was extinguished. 

Our eyes met.  Amy's seemed quite pleased with her power over me, but the satisfaction was short-lived.  The irritated, almost-pained expression returned to her pretty face.  "What is it with men?" she said finally.  I began to reply but she cut me off.  "James, it's a rhetorical question.  Duh."  She smiled before continuing.  "No, seriously.  I am going to kill Professor Fowler.  He's a complete dipshit."  She stared off in the distance; no doubt recalling whatever the professor had done to wrong her.  When she spoke again, her words cut me to the core.  "I think I'm going to take it out on you," she said finally.  Then, recognizing the lustful look in my face, she snickered.  "I can tell that's more than okay with you.  Let's go," she turned and began walking before adding, "Move it."

One look at that sweet piece of ass walking away from me and I rushed to follow her.

We drove in tandem back to my place.  She didn't say anything as I escorted her inside my apartment.  She didn't even comment on the obvious bulge in my pants as I held the door for her and followed her inside.

She sat down on the couch, busy with her mobile device, only pausing for a few brief words.  "Take your clothes off.  All of them."

I began to comply with the order when her voice cut through the air.  "When I tell you to do something, you need to acknowledge it properly.  Otherwise this isn't going to work." 

I turned to see that she wasn't even looking at me when she spoke.  She was busy reading and replying to a text message on her iPhone.  "Yes Miss Amy," I said.

She kept right on texting without saying a word.  This was a more serious side to Amy that I hadn't seen.  My stomach churned with anticipation at what was to come.  When I had removed everything, I was about to kneel respectfully in front of my gorgeous female conqueror, but Miss Amy was having none of it.

She pointed to the other side of the room.  "Stand with your back against the wall.  And spread your legs," she said.  She waited until I had complied with her command.  I was then made to wait there almost five minutes while she conducted business on her cell phone.  Finally, after what seemed like eternity, she placed the cell phone in her purse, rose from the couch and faced me. 

Amy placed her hands on those spectacular hips and stared me down.  "Somebody is happy to see me today," she said, glancing down at my erection, which pointed almost directly at Amy's face in a combination of awe, respect, and admiration. 

"Yes, Miss Amy," said with a raspy voice.

Already confident to begin with, the sign of my sexual arousal only further enhanced Amy's commanding presence.  My blood was surging through my veins at the thought of having this 27-year-old woman, at the height of her physical and mental beauty, bossing me around. 

She continued:  "I was bored the other day in economics, so I decided to read up on guys like you," she said.  "Do you know that a lot of wimps like you enjoy it when a girl kicks them right in the balls?"  She glanced again at my quivering penis before our eyes met again.

"hmm," I said.

Amy stepped forward until we were face to face and I could smell the sweet, tantalizing feminine odors floating outside the surface of her body.  She spoke with that sweet voice of hers again: "Don't play dumb with me, James.  Would you like it if I kicked you in the balls?" 

The truth was, I feared the consequences, but I loved the idea of it.  The notion of this super sexy girl - a tiny little waif who I could force to the ground in a heartbeat - physically dominating and humiliating me, was a major turn-on.  I decided to play it straight.

"Yes, I would like that, Miss Amy," I said.  Then, getting bold, "It would be an honor for me and my balls to provide you with some exercise and maybe frustration relief."

Amy's face lit up.  She laughed heartily.  Our eyes met again, and I thought I saw a hint of affection for me.  She  repeated my words..."It would be an honor for me and my balls..." in my own deep voice before shaking her head in mock disgust.  "Actually, you hit the nail on the head, James.  I totally could use some frustration relief and your balls are the perfect solution.  I'm going to kick you around a bit, okay?"

"Yes, Miss Amy.  Thank you for the honor, Miss Amy."

"Take it easy on the 'honor' stuff, James.  It's weird," she said.  Then she spoke with a slight edge to her voice.  "Just stand there and be quiet.  It's your balls I'm interested in right now."

I did as I was told.  Meanwhile, Amy was faced with a conundrum.  She began lining up kicks, but balance was an issue.  The problem is that I had a plush carpet and it was difficult for her to get footing in her dope high heels.  "I guess I'm going to have to take my heels off," she said reluctantly.

To me, this was a bummer.  I wanted her to kick me with her high heels on.  It would be much hotter.  I decided to take a chance.  "Miss Amy, I can help you keep your balance.  I put my head down and leaned forward.  "You can lean forward and put your hand on my head," I said, voice again raspy with anticipation.

A look of amusement came over her face.  "You really want me to do this.  Don't you?" 

"Yes, Miss Amy."

She considered it for a moment.  "Then I think you should ask me very nicely, and sincerely to kick your nuts for you."  She paced back and forth, her mind churning out thoughts.  "Why don't you say, 'Oh please, superior Miss Amy, kick my balls into next week for me.'"  She laughed at her own phrasing.

When I did as she instructed, she said.  "Well then, alley ooop!"

Amy braced herself with her hand against the front of my scalp.  I strained to get a view of her lovely body as her leg pulled back and her virgin ballbusting leg and foot came throttling forward.  I heard the rustling of her skirts as her foot shot up between my legs and met its target.  Tha-thump!  It was the sound of a double impact as her little foot crashed into my nuts and my penis slapped back against my stomach.  I was quite surprised at the accuracy of her assault as well as the force of her kick.  It took my breath away.  My knees bowed inward and my feet slid toward one-another, a reflexive attempt to protect my weakness.  "C'mon - I barely kicked you - keep your legs spread," Amy encouraged sweetly, her voice layered with a sudden focus and concentration.   

CRASH!  Another big kick caused my ass to bounce up into the air in a reflexive failed attempt to lessen the blow.  My feet briefly left the ground.  As my feet came back down, Amy was stunningly prepared.  I didn't notice that she had kept her knee up in the air following the second kick.  This enabled her to launch a rapid-fire third kick.  WHOMP!!   Because my balls came down to meet her rising foot, the impact was deadly.  I watched in horror as my balls pancaked on top of the bridge of her shoe for a split-second before they and my dick went flying in every conceivable direction.  My only plausible reaction was to collapse to the floor as the pain hit my stomach.

"Oooo," I heard Amy say with a definite tone of satisfaction.  "Caught you off guard with that one." 

I was in such pain, it took me a full minute to stagger to my feet.  In fact, I might not have made it up if not for the carrot Amy dangled in front of me.  "C'mon," she said.  "I want more kicks.  I'll tell you what - take a few more kicks from me and I'll let you do a big jerkoff show for me.  Wouldn't you just LOVE that, James?"  She laughed.

That was enough to motivate me in spite of the severe stomach pain I was dealing with.

I stood and Miss Amy was just glowing.  "You should have seen your scrotum and your penis on that last kick, James.  They went FLYING!"

Still dazed from her third kick, I was in no mood to respond.  So Amy cut in again.  "Come on?  I thought you wanted this.  Aren't you having fun?"

"I- No Miss Amy," I conceded.

"Then why didn't you stay down," she inquired.  "I won't kick you again if you don't want me to."  She looked at her watch.  "In fact, maybe I should just leave.  I already feel better."

"Wait!" I said, remembering her offer.

She smiled that devilish smile at me.  "I think I'll call you James the Jacktard," she said.  "That is definitely your new name.  Now spread your legs, James the Jacktard.  I need a few more kicks before I let you do your shameful compulsive masturbation routine for me.  Understand?"

"Yes, Miss Amy," I said with a note of dread.

"Good.  I want you to say-" she paused to consider and her face lit up again.  "Say, 'Dear Superior Miss Amy - it would be an honor if I, James the Jacktard, could serve as a needed frustration reliever for you, while learning additional humility.  Please scramble my eggs for me.'"

I tried to remember the words as best I could.  Miss Amy kept her hands on her waist and waited patiently.  She made me repeat it several times until I said the words to her liking.  She even made me clasp my hands in prayer to, in her words, "show proper respect for your superior." 

This time she launched three rapid-fire kicks, each one harder than the previous.  I was ready to go down after the second kick, but she planned it out so that her fit little body was ready to launch kicks like an AK-47.  She landed one last especially solid kick to my gonads as I was in the process of crumpling to the floor.  I tried to put my hands up to prevent that third, deadly kick, but I was too late.  I felt my balls compress around the front of her pump and my eyes go as big as silver dollars before I took the plunge. 

It wasn't that Amy kicked ferociously hard, but her kicks were remarkably solid, and came so quickly that my balls couldn't adequately recover from a kick before the next one invaded my groin.  I looked down at my balls.  They were slightly bigger than normal and a dark pink color.  I laid on my side and my listless semi-hard penis (apparently unable to decide if it was aroused or terrified) pointed at an angle toward the floor.

Amy walked around the wreckage that was my body to get a good view of my groin.  "Okay I think I'm through batting your genitals around for the time being.  They look appropriately swollen"  I heard Amy's skirts rustle above me.  "Oh my goodness that was FUN," she added."  I watched her as she strutted her way smoothly over to the couch, sat down, and began sending text messages to lord knows who.

Squeezing my legs together, I willed myself to my feet.  I staggered over to the fridge and pulled a handful of ice from the freezer.  I wrapped the ice in a paper towel and pushed it into my throbbing nuts. 

Amy's shrill, high-pitched voice penetrated the air.  "Um, excuse me.  Did I give you permission to ice your scrotum?"

"No, Miss Amy."

"Come over here."

I walked over to the couch and faced Amy, full Monty on display.  After pausing for a moment, Amy scooped her hand up between my legs and grasped my balls firmly with her fingertips, pulling my scrotum downward until I had no choice but to bend my knees until we were face-to-face.  She held me in place and just looked at me, the corners of her lips turned up slightly in a wry grin.  I could see the gears are turning in her head.  My knees were become sore and I strained to hold my position.  She continued to hold me for a good minute or two, occasionally adjusting her grip on my balls.  Her adjustment, combined with her scent, caused me to stiffen.  Amy's smile broadened as she watched her magic touch invade my body until my dick was pointing to the ceiling in a respectful salute.

Finally she spoke:  "How would you like to put on that penis-jerking show that I promised you, James?"  When I confirmed my eager desire, Amy seemed to really find her voice.  "I'm not going to make it easy for you.  It has to be entertaining for me.  Before I allow you to jerk it, I want to see you send your silly package flying.  Then I'll let you spank it.  Ok, go!"

I was confused.  "What do you mean, Miss Amy?"

"I want you to slap your own nuts for me, like a perverted dog putting on a show for its master."

I felt myself weaken under the feminine command of this young woman.  Without hesitation, I reached between my legs and smacked my own balls.  It was a good solid rap, and I winced at the pain.

Amy threw her head back, her narrow upper body following until she bounced off the back of the couch, laughing.  I loved the way the cushion momentarily embraced her lithe little body before bringing it back in my direction.  She quickly composed herself, tossing back her hair with a well-practiced flip of her neck.  Her eyelids narrowed.  "I want you to do it much harder.  And this time I want you to spread your legs and stick your crotch out so I have the perfect view."  She sat forward and placed her knees together, waiting for me to comply with the order.  She spoke as though she was the teacher and I was the student (not exactly a stretch when you think about what was happening).  "If you don't do it hard enough, you can forget about me watching you masturbate.  You'll have to do it by yourself when I'm gone.  You wouldn't want that now.  Would you James?"

My balls were already swollen.  But I was determined to earn the right to whack off in her presence.  I took a deep breath and whipped my hand between my legs.  SMASH!  I delivered a ferocious open-palmed blow to my own balls and promptly collapsed at Miss Amy's feet.  I could hear her laughter as I rolled around on the floor.  "Okay James, I'd say you've been pretty severely humiliated.  Don't you?"

"Yes Miss Amy."

"And now you've earned the right for something beyond even your wildest imagination.  But not mine.  Now kneel before me."

She stuck her foot beneath my groin and propped up my package.  "I came up with this great idea," she began, "Of how to make your jacking off as humiliating as humanly possible.  Stay right there - don't move an inch."

Amy stood and walked over to my open kitchen area.  She began rummaging through my cabinets.  "You DO have flour I hope?"  When I confirmed I did, she seemed particularly pleased.  Amy grabbed the flour, as well as some salt, pepper, a small glass bowl, and a spoon.  "Start playing with your penis," she said as she walked back over.  I had an inkling of where this was going and I didn't like it at all.

She placed all the items on a coffee table.  Then she took the bowl and reached down between my legs with it.  "Shoot your load into the bowl for me.  And hurry up."

I strained to comply.  Amy reached forward and began caressing my chest with her hand.  Her simple touch made me tingle all over.  She tweaked my nipples and put her face within a centimeter of my own, her scent pouring onto me and triggering my lustful male hormones.  “You know I’m going to make you eat it, James,” she remarked. That did the trick, as I felt her superiority wash over me. I promptly groaned and had an ear-splitting orgasm into the bowl.  Something about the way she so easily pushed my buttons was so erotically pleasing to me.  When I started spurting, she laughed.  “You must be hungry!”  She tilted the bowl to help ensure she caught every single drop of my sperm.  It was a tremendous orgasm - my regular readers know that I always shoot huge loads, but this one was big by even my lofty standards - thick, long jets of sperm, a seemingly endless emptying of my swollen sack.  I couldn't help but grunt and groan as I jerked out the last too drops - it was that intense.

After studying me carefully with detached interest, Amy snickered, then condescended.  "You look and sound just like a pig when you ejaculate, and you sure shoot a lot of goo.  Which will make what I’m out to do even more enjoyable."

She licked her lips in anticipation and placed the bowl on the coffee table.  My joints ached from the intensity of my orgasm.  Amy ordered me to turn at a 90-degree angle, so I could watch her.  She stayed right in my face, keeping the heat on me. "Put out your hands, palms down again, like a good, obedient dog.  That's it."  She sniffed the air.  "Eww, your hand smells like dirty penis."

I knew what was coming next.  Amy took a heaping teaspoon of the flour and dumped it in the bowl where my big, chunky load festered.  Then she sprinkled a liberal amount of salt and pepper in the bowl.  After that, she began mixing it all together with the spoon.  Thanks to the flour, the mixture began to resemble bread dough.  I was surprised at the amount of "food."  There looked to be at least two heaping spoonfuls.  Amy was very thorough in making sure the cum/flour/pepper/salt mixture was all very well dispersed.  She really was the picture of concentration. 

Finally, she turned to me with a smirk on her pretty face.  "You know where this is going.  Don't you, James?"

I could feel my face turning red and my stomach start to churn.  "Yes, Miss Amy."

She spoke articulately. "I really enjoyed making you eat your own cum the last time we did this.  It felt so-" she searched for the right word, "liberating.  And deeply satisfying.  But being a perfectionist, I wanted more.  I wanted to make the forced meal bigger, and less appetizing for you.  I think, in a philosophical sense, this will make it even more satisfying than last time.  It's the idea of making you do something against your own will simply because I have the power over you to do so."  Her eyes bore into mine until she was sure I got the message.  She continued in her very thorough matter-of-fact, girlish tone.  "Also, thanks to the flour, you will truly be EATING something this time.  That way I can say, with 100% accuracy, that I forced you to EAT it.  Now open wide."  

Suddenly I felt a tad nauseous.  Why was I doing this?  I had gotten my rocks off.  I wasn't really in the mood.  And I didn't like the way she was suddenly lording it over me.  I hesitated and contemplated my next move.

Miss Amy put down the cum bowl and with one hand she took hold of my arm.  When she had my attention (as if she’d lost it), she pointed her finger downward toward her midsection.  She batted her eyelashes and said, "You're not really going to defy me?  Are you James?  Don't forget the power I hold over you.  Don't forget about this."  She motioned to her crotch and the most powerful of all organs hidden neatly behind her skirt and panties.

The site of that perfectly flat area just below her belt, framed so perfectly by her perfect hips made me weaken.  The view caused my entire upper body to buzz, and my penis to spring back to life only three minutes after my orgasm.  I opened my mouth in an act of pure submission.  Then Amy surprised me by putting the cum-gunk back in the bowl.  "Wait - this isn't quite right," she said.  "I want you to see what I'm making you do.  I want it to really sink in.  Do you have a full length mirror?"

"Yes, Miss Amy.  In my room."

"Let's go then."  She took my wrist rather than my hand - another subtle act of power - and walked me into the other room.  I went obediently.  "Perfect," she said, eyeing my mirror.  "The best of both worlds."  She sat down on my bed and ordered me to sit in the floor at her knees.  We both faced the mirror.  Amy took a spoonful of cum.  "James the Jacktard - I know it's a mean term, but you don't care.  You like when I'm mean to you, right?"

"Yes, Miss Amy."

"Isn't it amazing the stupid things I can make you do?"

"Yes, Miss Amy."  I was transfixed, but increasingly concerned about how the "meal" would taste.

She held out the spoon and took hold of my throat with her free hand.  Every move of hers was so precise and confident.  I looked in the mirror and it occurred to me how complete Miss Amy's domination was over me.  "You need to know that this isn't about you getting your rocks off and enjoying yourself.  It's about my enjoyment.  Now open wide," she used that teasing, hypnotic voice of hers.  "Be a good boy and clean up your paste, James."

I couldn't believe how awful it tasted!  My eyes watered and I began to gag.  Amy squeezed my throat.  "Chew on it, jackass," she said bluntly.  "I want to see your jaw going up and down.  That's it.  Now swallow."  My gag reflex totally kicked in as I swallowed, the thick gum-like paste clogging the back of my throat.  I panted and made a sour face.  Amy laughed.  Her face was positively glowing with joy and determination.  She looked so fucking beautiful. "Look at you, you cum eating pig.  That's right.  You do what Miss Amy tells you to do, no matter how unappetizing it is."  She laughed as she saw me struggle with the nasty taste.  “Tell me how yummy it tastes, James.  Go ahead I’m waiting.”

“It’s yummy, Miss Amy,” I panted.

She laughed, with great joy, and great femininity directly into my face. 

I absolutely burned with abject humiliation as her words combined with the disgusting spunk made it the most humiliating moment of my life.  Then it hit me.  I love it!  I am Miss Amy’s loser slave!  I must please this superior being.  And all Women are superior to men!  Faced with Miss Amy's sheer beauty, I was determined to satisfy my superior young mistress.  I put my heart into it, licking the first spoon load clean, showing her the utmost respect.

This caused her to laugh again.  "Now you're starting to enjoy it, you cum-eating loser."  She scooped up another big spoonful and the process repeated itself.  "Munch munch," she said.  "Chew every last chunk, just like a good little lackey," she laughed.  "Now look me in the eyes when you swallow.  Perfect.  I think I'm going to find good use for you." I felt her foot jab its way against my dick.  I flinched in stunned surprise.  This seemed to please Amy.  She pressed her hips forward until she was in a good position to pin my penis to my thigh.  Then she stuck the bowl, which contained the remnants of the cum, directly into my face.  "Lick it clean, James.  Think of what's between my legs."

I felt my face again just burn with humiliation as I lapped up the disgusting mess.  Amy removed the bowl from my face and placed it on the bed.  She held my chin until I was facing her.  She looked composed, as opposed to me who I'm sure looked totally disheveled.  With Amy's free hand, she reached down bunched my scrotum, pulling upwards while simultaneously ordering me to stand and face her.

"I've turned you into this sort of weird, self-sustaining organism that survives on protein generated from your own swollen gonads," she said with a smile.  I felt her words penetrate me to the core. "Isn't that something?" A squeeze of my balls reminded me to acknowledge her comment. 

"Yes Miss Amy," I managed to grumble.

Miss Amy suddenly had that sadistic look come across her pretty face.  She uttered one word:  "Disgusting."  Then she pulled her hand away from my groin, and in doing so she wrenched my balls.  The move momentarily stunned me, and before I could recover, Amy gave me a swift and solid kick in the balls.  The noise of perfect female-shoe-to-male-nuts impact echoed throughout my bedroom.  She was already walking away by the time I hit the floor.  Then she appeared in the doorway.  She threw something small at me that hit me in the head enough to hurt.  I picked it up.  It was dental floss.

"Use that to get your gunk from your teeth.  Then eat that too," she laughed loudly, with great pleasure.  "Things are going to be different from now on, James.  I'm going to use you as I wish.  Sleep on that one, loser.  Bu-bye."

End of Chapter Two

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