Chapt 5

As time went on, Courtney used her natural power over me to drive me deeper and deeper into servitude to her. Slowly and methodically she came to control all aspects of my life, even making the job decisions which of course landed her on the pages of my magazine. She got a surprisingly great reception from readers and advertisers despite the fact that she was about 4 inches shorter than the average model. Soon modeling offers were pouring in for her, boosting her income considerably and giving her an even more convincing air of superiority.

She still allowed me to serve as her slave. She enjoyed dressing me in a maids outfit and have me clean her apartment. Sometimes she would stay home and watch me and sometimes she would leave to work out while I cleaned. In either case she enjoyed doing an inspection tour when I finished. When she snapped her fingers I was to crawl over to her on my hands and knees and she would get on my back and ride me around the apartment to inspect my work, pulling my hair in the direction she wished to go. If she found any dust she would push my face in it and then she would dismount me and kick me several times in the ribs. I was then allowed to apologize to her for forcing her to discipline me in that fashion. If I cleaned to her satisfaction she would take off her Reeboks and allow me to lick the sweat off her feet, which we both knew was a special treat for me, especially after her workouts.

It seemed that Courtney was enjoying my servitude more and more. I could tell by the smile on her face when I begged her to allow me to do her laundry or to cook for her or to be allowed to take her shopping (my credit card, of course) or other acts of servitude that pleased me greatly. Tina seemed to take notice of this increasing strength in our relationship and hints of resentment seemed to crop up.

Tina enjoyed public displays of humiliation towards me. She enjoyed our all to frequent 'Girls Night Out' in which the two girls would dress me up in one of several feminine outfits that they had made me purchase and then spend hours applying makeup and a wig to get just the look they wanted. Sometimes they made me up as a demure professional type and sometimes as a slut. In either event Tina very much enjoyed my humiliation when they would take me to a dance club made up as a woman. Tina and Courtney would invariably attract the best looking guys at the club who they would then convince to dance with their mute Bosnian friend -- me. They never allowed me to wear underwear and picked out short skirts that barely covered my balls. This made me incredibly self conscious as I could feel my balls sway against the silky short outfits while being forced to dance with the stud of the night. As I would look over at the two girls I could see them squealing with delight, especially Tina.

On one Friday night Tina was suggesting a 'super slut' night which meant they would make me up to look like a cheap hooker and take me out dancing. This would have been the third night in a row. Courtney considered Tina's suggestion but also came over and looked me hard straight in the eyes. I always found her stare mesmerizing and I quickly got lost in her beautiful brown eyes.

"He doesn't want to, lets give him the night off" Courtney told Tina after reading my mind.

"Well, who cares what he wants? Since when does shitface have a say in this? He's just a slave, remember?"

"Yes, but he is my slave, not yours. I own him and he doesn't want to do it and I don't feel like making him tonight. Maybe tomorrow, Tina."

"Oh, HE doesn't want to. Excuse me. I can't do what I want because of your precious little servant here."

Courtney just sighed, obviously deciding to ignore further protestations from Tina. But Tina was steamed. She walked over to me and pressed down on my shoulders. I instinctively got down on my knees and looked up at her. She looked radiant in her rage, her smooth skin glowing and her delicate Asian features combining to communicate a mysterious sense of power behind her beauty.

"You spoiled my fun, dickhead, I oughta piss on your lowly face."

"Tina!" Courtney suddenly exclaimed "That is really gross. No."

"Tough, Courtney, I feel like pissing on his face and I will."

"No you won't." Courtney got up, obviously annoyed now and came over to me, beaming one of her strongest stares directly into my brain. "Steve, you have my permission to say no to Tina if she wants to piss on you. Its okay. You can say no and refuse."

"And what good is that going to do him?" Tina asked. "Like I need his permission?"

"Yeah, you do. And he won't give it to you so you can't piss on him."

"Right. But after I beat the crap out of him he'll beg me to piss on his face."

"Oh I forgot. Ms. Bruce Lee here thinks she is really tough. Oh come on, Tina, like that Kung Fu shit your grandfather taught you is going to work against him. He's twice your size."

"It would totally work" Tina said getting up. It was obvious that she was getting really worked up now.

Courtney also seemed intrigued.

"Okay, Tina, here's the evening activity, tough girl. Lets take him out to the courtyard behind the building. I will give him permission to fight back and block your blows and wrestle you down but NOT to hurt you" Courtney emphasized the instructions about not hurting her. I must admit that the opportunity to wrestle Tina into submission would be a very appealing payback for all the delight she had taken in my humiliation. Perhaps she would learn her place a bit more. Okay, so if she learned some martial arts skills as a child I would have to be careful as I approached but eventually I could get my arms around her slender athletic body and push her to the ground and be declared the victor, pleasing my owner Courtney in the process.

"Well, maybe we are going to have a fun evening after all. I am going to kick this jerk's ass AND get to piss on him after he is defeated. Not bad." Tina said smugly as she stood up and began some very impressive stretches. One of them was a slow but well controlled kick of her left leg to approximate the level of my mouth. This obviously got my attention and I made a note to be extra careful.

"Okay! Lets get ready to rumble!" Courtney said as she opened the door for us to go down to the secluded courtyard behind her building. She was obviously enjoying the prospect of her slave and her lover tangling for her favor. We got downstairs and Courtney assumed the role of referee.

"Okay, Steve. You just subdue her and beat her but don't hurt her. No marks, Okay. And Tina, you just, have fun, if you can. Okay---Go!"

Tina turned sideways into an impressive looking fighting stance but Courtney interrupted almost immediately.

"Wait! We didn't talk about the prize! How about some motivation here, fighters!! " Courtney was obviously enjoying herself now.

"The winner...gets to eat little old me!"

Tina laughed and said "Sure!. Great idea. Looking forward to it."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Courtney had allowed me to lick her feet and sometimes when she wanted to put me deep into her power she allowed me to smell her ass. Either event was extremely powerful and pleasurable to me, and I could barely conceive of what it would be like to eat her divine pussy.

As always, she was able to read my mind. "I need to show him" she said to Tina as she guided my head down to her crotch. "Just inhale" she ordered.

The experience was amazing as I placed my nose next to Courtney's crotch and took in her powerful scent. Every muscle in my body tightened and wished to grab her and rip her shorts off and just lick her magical pussy directly but I knew better, I knew that she was more powerful than I. But I also knew that she would allow me this great honor after I defeated my tormentor, her Asian lover Tina.

Courtney grabbed my hair and pulled me away from her crotch, raising me up to my feet. "Okay, down boy!" she laughed. She then turned to Tina and said "Okay, my boy here is now fueled and motivated and ready to go, T. You had best get ready to defend yourself."

Tina just smiled confidently and dropped back into her fighting stance. Her fine muscles tightened while a confident smile on her face suddenly changed into an extremely focused look of determination that suddenly had me just a bit intimidated. As she looked at me I suddenly felt more like a target than an opponent.