Gynosupremacy 14

Six months had gone by since the backyard party of July.  It was now January of the next year and the outdoors were cold with a layer of frost in the morning.  Since the party of July, Allison had not allowed Jimmy to cum.  Of course, for someone his age (his nineteenth birthday was still about two months away), this was sheer agony.  For George, it was even longer and worse.   As he was serving drinks to his wife, Laura and his step-daughter, Allison, Laura explained it right in front of him. 

“You see, to get the same effect from someone like my husband, who is fifty-one now, that you get from Jimmy, the wait has to be much longer.  It has now been ten months since Georgy has been allowed to cum.  Now he knows that by law I have to give him one orgasm a year so he knows it won’t be longer than two months.  But I could give him that one then lock him away for another year.  You’d do anything to make sure that doesn’t happen wouldn’t you Georgy?”

He fell to all fours and started licking her shoes.

“Oh yes, please, My Mistress, my Goddess, my Queen.  Please, I’ll do anything.”

“Even though its been ten months and, at best, two to go, you’d do anything if I let you cum even one minute sooner, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, my Owner, anything- ANYTHING!”

He was lapping at her shoes passionately, slobbering on them was more like it. 

“Like father, like son,” she giggled.  

Allison giggled with her. 

“Do you have any idea how foolish you look, groveling at your wife’s feet like that while your step-daughter watches?” Laura mocked. 

“Totally foolish,” he groveled as he continued lapping away. 

“I want you to feel more foolish,” she smiled.  “Go lap Allison’s feet for a while.”

“Yes, my Goddess,” he moaned. 

He crawled over and began trying to lap Allison’s shoes.  She kept moving them and he tried to reach them with his tongue.  He finally gave up and just knelt there.

“I said to lick her feet,” Laura ordered.  “You don’t stop just because it’s difficult.”

Allison relented though and let him lap away at her shoes. 

“It feels kind of weird to have an old guy doing this,” she said.  “But it also makes me feel- powerful.”

“Yes, dear,” Laura smiled.  “That is a large part of the point, to feel powerful and enjoy his frustration.” 

About this time, Jimmy got home from shopping for them.    

“Ah, my beloved step-son,” Laura said.  “Your father was just experiencing the joys of humbling himself on all fours and cleaning our feet with his tongue.  Would you care to join him?” 

“In a minute, Jimmy,” Allison smirked.  “A change of pace is nice.”

She looked down and said, “Do a good job, Georgy-poo.”    

George was still on all fours at her feet.    

“Lick them nice and clean,” she ordered. 

Humiliated beyond words, he began licking Allison’s shoes.  She seldom let him get this close, of course.  This felt so wrong but he was so unspeakably horny and any disobedience would cost him.  He licked everything he could reach, all along the rim of the soles, the tops and up the ankles.  Just when he thought he was done, she sat down and lifted the right boot so he could get to the bottom.  She had stepped into mud on the way home and it was covered with that and with pieces of sticks and pebbles.  She had to be joking. 

“Lick them clean, Georgy,” she said.  “You may crawl on all fours to the waste basket and spit out the pebbles and sticks.”

He closed his eyes and began licking.  It was disgusting, humiliating and weird.  It was physically disgusting as it tasted terrible.  It was humiliating to be humbled like this and it felt weird for it to be his step-daughter, especially when he started groaning as his cock tried to harden and his balls ached and burned, turned on by his own humiliation and by Allison.  But he kept telling himself it had been ten months.  He could not help but be aroused by a perfect female form. 

“I can feel your humiliation, Georgy,” Allison mocked.  "Males can have no secrets from women."

“Yes, humiliated, Goddess,” he whimpered.  “Please, I need to cum so bad, Allison.  Please.” 

“So, you are begging your step-daughter for permission to cum?” she laughed. 

“Yes, please.  I need to cum so bad.  It hurts so much.  I can’t think about anything else.  Please, I beg you, please.” 

“Well, that is just deliciously pathetic,” Allison said.  “In fact, you sound as bad as Jimmy, don’t you, Georgy?”

“Yes, yes, pathetic, Goddess, but please.”

Allison realized he had reached about the maximum potential he could reach for humiliation and frustration, at least the maximum she knew how to achieve.  His chest was on the floor, his ass was in the air and he was licking the dirt from her shoes passionately.  His balls were puffy and bluish and he kept wincing in pain as his cock tried to harden in the restrictive device.  Allison felt intoxicated with the power and wet from the control she could have even over the most unlikely of all males, her mother’s husband.  But she knew from years of watching her mother’s brilliant manipulation of males that there was only one thing she could do that would humiliate and frustrate him even more.  So she said, “Oh please.  You are too pathetic to endure.”

“Yes, pathetic, Goddess.  Please, Goddess.”

“Like father, like son,” she laughed. 

It was true.  It took longer but, sooner or later, he was reduced to the same groveling state as his son. 

“Quit your whimpering,” she said.  “Go to Mom.  She knows how to deal with a pathetic fool like you.” 

Then, intoxicated with her own power, she put her foot right on his face and pushed him away.  She did not quite kick him.  Eyes lowered in humiliation, he crawled like a whipped dog to his wife.   Allison looked to her mother who nodded approval.  George began lapping at her feet and begging. 

“Please, Goddess, I need-“

“That is of no concern to me,” Laura declared.  “What you want or ‘need’, as you would call it, is irrelevant.  Kiss my feet properly, without slobbering on them, then return to your chores.”

“Yes, my Goddess,” he moaned. 

He passionately kissed each of her feet, crawled back, then leaped to his feet and ran to return to his work.