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In readiness for his new employment as a servant-assistant at, 'Le
Boutique', Michael had been receiving constant and very strict
training, from the many Mistresses there, for his new duties. He had
been worked hard, the weeks had passed very quickly for him, and he
was approaching exhaustion, both in body and mind.
Madame de Carnac, the Proprietoresss, had finally summoned Her new
male servant-to-be, to her sumptuous office, for his final
interview, an hour or so previously.
She had been informed by his training Mistresses, that so far, he
had adequately learned how to perform in his new duties - but not
without many beatings, onto his naked body, to impress the lessons
into his mind.
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Upon entering Her office The Madame had instructed him to approach,
and kneel, in the centre of the room. She had risen from behind Her
large ornate desk, and had strode purposefully around it to stand in
front of him, Her hands on Her hips, as She stared imperiously down
at him, scrutinising Her new servant-to-be.
Within seconds Her right hand had immediately lashed twice,
savagely, across his face.
She had harshly rebuked him for forgetting his very first lesson.
Did he not remember that a male servant must always bow down in
front of a Lady and kiss Her feet immediately he was summoned into
Her presence?
He had moved with frantic haste, inwardly cursing himself for
forgetting, but realising that he had done so as a result of being
momentarily paralysed with awe and fear, like a small animal, at
being finally, in Her presence.
He had heard so much about this beautiful and all-powerful Lady that
She had become as a Goddess in his perception of Her.
As he had licked her high, open fronted stilettos, polishing the
black patent leather with his tongue, and moved his lips over her
silk stockinged toes, Madame de Carnac had sternly informed him that
every second that he was in service at Le Boutique, assisting the
Ladies, when they came to shop for their footwear, gowns and
lingerie, that he must more than just adequately perform, whatever
duties he was told to do.
She had then explained in great detail what would happen to him as a
consequence of any complaint against him.
He had been grateful that the Madame could not see the fear and
shock on his face as he heard these consequences cruelly detailed,
he had trembled all over and had applied himself even more
assiduously to kissing and worshipping her feet.
She had stepped back suddenly and had ordered him to strip naked,
and then to get back immediately onto his knees, in front of Her,
for further inspection. He had moved as quickly as he could, his
hands clumsy and shaking, to comply with her stern command. He had
folded his clothes neatly onto the floor at the side of Her desk,
before kneeling fully naked, in front of Her again, and had
immediately moved his face down to kiss Her feet again.
The Madame had ordered him to straighten up, remain on his knees,
but to spread them wide, bow his head, and to put his hands behind
his back.
At least ten minutes had passed as She had slowly and repeatedly
stalked, with feline grace, all around him. At first She had only
visually inspected him, and then had casually but thoroughly, poked,
and probed at him, using her pinching fingers, raking scarlet
talons, and swift kicks, to gauge the sensitivity of the parts of
him that She could comfortably reach, whilst he was in that
position.
Michael had felt as if he were nothing more to this dominant and
beautiful Woman than a mere livestock specimen that she was
considering to purchase. But how desperately he had hoped that She
would select him. He adored and worshipped Her already.
Madame de Carnac had told him to stand up, hands on head, feet
apart, and to look at, and only at, the ceiling above his head. She
had then continued Her prowling around him, exploring the areas now
fully exposed to Her.
Michael had desperately tried to remain still and quiet as the
Madame inflicted short bolts of exquisite agony all over him. The
myriad of little pains lingered, grew, covered his body, and filled
his mind.
Finally, She had raked her scarlet nails over his taut and swollen
scrotum, dragged what little loose skin She could gather, and had
pinched him, hard. Her nails had dug into the sensitive skin with a
tiny, but searing sweet agony.
He had thought that this must be the final, humiliating torture, but
he had been wrong.
The Madame had ordered him to stand on tiptoe, and then, still
pinching hard and dragging his scrotum downwards from underneath it
with Her left hand, She had slowly raised the back of Her
beautifully manicured right hand up to his face. Her long slender
index finger, tipped with scarlet, solely protruded, Her other
fingers and thumb were bunched into Her palm.
She had then flicked it down to whip Her scarlet nail across the
engorged glans tip of his massively erect penis.
The next downwards flicking whip had been with two fingers, then
three, then four, the final blow of this finger whipping of his
erect penis, had been a huge slap from Her full hand, delivered from
below which almost knocked him off his feet, as he had staggered
backwards.
Only Her tight, twisting grip on his scrotum had held him in place.
The Madame thoroughly enjoyed performing these special humiliations
onto the male, especially onto such excellent specimens as this
fully exposed naked male.
Madame de Carnac was a very beautiful and elegant Lady of mature
years, with a lifetime of experience in dominating, controlling, and
subjugating the male to serve and to worship Her.
Satisfied, She had ordered him to get on his knees again, and move
over to a wine red, leather sofa, and bend over the left arm, as She
was going to cane him on his bared bottom.
The Madame always personally caned new male servants-to-be during
their final interview with Her, as part of their induction.
She watched as he positioned himself, pleased that he had spread his
legs wide and went on tiptoe, raising his buttocks, in readiness for
Her. He had obviously remembered that lesson She thought, smiling to
Herself.
She had made him wait, bent over the sofa, whilst She had poured
Herself a glass of dry sherry. Sat behind her desk She had enjoyed
the mounting atmosphere of anticipation She was creating. She had
watched his body tremble and heard his breathing become more and
more audible, as he waited expectantly, tense, exposed and now
totally under the control of Her will.
After long minutes Michael had heard Her, swishing a cane through
the air as She approached him.
He hadn't been able to prevent flinching, to which She had sternly
told him that if he moved more than an inch, or uttered any other
sound than saying: 'Thank you Madame, I will serve you and the
Ladies perfectly', after each stroke of the cane, She would start
all the thirty strokes She was going to give him, all over again…
And so his caning had started. Halfway through his ordeal his voice
had turned into a gasping, pain wracked whimper, as he repeated the
litany after every stroke.
He had had to force his mind to remember and to say the words, and
not to move.
He had felt himself slipping into a new dimension, where he served
and belonged totally to this beautiful and cruel Goddess, and where
he could not envisage or want, any other future reality for himself,
than ever being so..
The long thin cane, so expertly wielded by Madame de Carnac, had
sought out not only his taught, firm, raised buttocks, but had also
sought, and found, the soft undersides of his wide open thighs, the
crevice between his cheeks, and the last three strokes had partially
lashed along his erect penis.
He had hoarsely squealed out his litany upon receiving these. Behind
him Madame de Carnac had smiled, revelling in Her absolute power
over this prostrated male acolyte.. She knew that he was so very
nearly completely Hers, and Her smile widened as She knew he would
be totally Hers, both in mind and body after his final act of
devotion and worship of Her at the end of this interview..
He hadn't realised that his caning was over at last. He had
continued to whimper his litany to Her. The Madame had allowed him
these unbidden repetitions.
She had removed Her black pencil skirt, and white silk blouse, and
had sat back reclining at the other end of the comfortable sofa,
relaxing from her pleasurable exertions, and closely watched him.
Michael slowly emerged from his enchantment.
Moving only his eyes slowly upwards, he saw his Goddess sitting
cross-legged in front of him.
She now wore only Her high, spiked heel, black patent leather
stilettos, black silky seamed stockings, and a black lacy Basque.
She knew the visual impact and effects Her beauty and proximity were
having on him.
Slowly, she uncrossed her long legs, the sussurating sound filled
his ears as his Goddess forced Her spiked heel between his mumbling
lips and forced it into his mouth, filling it.
The tip scraped at the back of his throat as he fellated her heel,
and then licked the sole of her shoe as his Goddess pressed it over
his upturned face.
"Now crawl closer and kiss along my stocking seams, you may worship
my legs, boy."
Michael moved quickly over the arm of the sofa to obey, as his
Goddess slowly raised Her stockinged leg. He pressed his trembling
lips over the slightly raised stocking seam on Her heel, and very
slowly, with great reverence, kissed all along the underside of Her
leg.
As he neared Her stocking top, his Goddess moved Her leg down onto
his back.
"Now the other one boy."
The Madame placed Her heel over his lips, and Michael repeated this
divine act of worshipping a Woman. These preliminary acts of sensual
worship always delighted Her. They created exquisite sensations
along Her legs, and up into the very core of Her Womanhood.
She was ready now for him to perform the final act of ultimate
worship, which would culminate in the total satiation of Her
intensely growing arousal, and in the knowledge that forever after
he would completely belong to Her.
Lowering Her legs along his back and placing her hand on top of his
head to upturn his face to Her, She instructed him again:
"Now open your mouth wide boy, and give me your tongue - out as far
as possible, and stiffen it!"
The Madame watched as he obeyed, and then crossing Her ankles, She
very slowly drew Her feet up his back. The sharp stiletto heels
digging into and scraping over his skin. His head craned back at
this unexpected torture. When Her heels eventually contacted the
back of his head, She entwined her fingers in his hair, gripping him
tightly, and instructed him again:
"Now, down you go my boy!"
Her command an aroused whisper.
Moving sinuously She adjusted Her position slightly, and pulled his
head down firmly between Her widely splayed thighs, his tongue was
pushed deep into Her anus.
The Madame, his Goddess, locked his head between Her silk clad
thighs, and by pressing his face into Her most secret and intimate
places Michael was positioned to perform the act of ultimate worship
and devotion to his Goddess.
Michael knew now that he totally and utterly belonged to this Woman,
this Lady, this Goddess..
He could hardly draw a breath, all sounds had been cut off as her
warm thighs had clamped around his head, Her exquisite perfume and
natural scents filled his nostrils, he could taste Her sweetly
feminine oils as Her lubricious folds of skin covered and coated his
face. She now possessed and filled his entire being. Pressing his
face ever tighter between Her legs, Madame de Carnac forcefully
gyrated Her vagina all over his face. She used his willing face to
pleasure Herself, as wave after wave of Her climaxes flooded through
Her.
Time seemed to have stopped for Michael.. All that his mind could
recall were the stomach turning summons to Her Presence, kneeling to
kiss Her feet, the humiliations and pains of his naked exposure, the
grabbing and pinching of his scrotum, the finger whipping of his
manhood the fiery agony of his caning, the weals along his back…And
the realisation that he was going to be privileged to pleasure his
Goddess with the ultimate Kiss of Worship, Devotion, Obeisance and
Love..
And now the indescribable joy as his Goddess used his face, mouth
and tongue, for Her intimate satisfaction, his open mouth filled and
overflowed with the nectars of Her arousals.
Finally, after an hour, a day, or a week, he had absolutely no
conception of how long, he sensed his Goddess relaxing. He gently
slowed his licking and kissing of Her vagina. His tongue lapped ever
softly over Her.
He desperately hoped that his Goddess would prolong this worship of
Her.
Madame de Carnac was pleased with Her new servant-to-be. She held
his face lightly pressed between Her legs as She smoked a cigarette
from a long ebony holder. Yes, very pleased, She mused to Herself,
he had a natural desire to please, and the natural abilities of his
mouth and tongue to worship a Woman would be in especial demand from
the Ladies who came to Le Boutique!
To be continued..
Artist Iain.
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