Forbidden Interlude
So, what's for dinner tonight, bitch boy?" Vivien demanded, her red eyes locked to her phone screen as she scrolled mindlessly on the couch. She stretched out sideways, barefoot in comfy white lounge shorts and a black tank top. It was a warm and stuffy evening in April, and the setting sun's rays trickled in through the window. The light played across her pale skin, gleaming faintly with traces of sweat. Her long black hair was tied into a messy ponytail as she waited expectantly for her answer.
Behind her, dark-haired Xavier also lay sideways, nude except for his bright pink chastity cage, facing the same direction but sandwiched between Vivien and the back pillows of the couch. His face was buried deep into her butt. She had backed up into him hard nearly an hour ago, trapping him, and still hadn't shifted once.
Vivien's heavy ass dwarfed him with its size and shape, and his head was almost fully wedged into her butt crack. His neck was arched awkwardly upward so that one of his nostrils could catch a sliver of fresh air now and then if he strained. Vivien did NOT enjoy moving to give him air. One of her legs was outstretched lazily, the other bent so that the dust-speckled sole of her foot pressed against his cage, black-painted toenails playfully toying with the metal. A small gold chastity key dangled from a delicate silver anklet.
His sore hands worked diligently on massaging her thighs as he'd been taught. "A good slave should NEVER have idle hands," she'd instructed him many times. He worked tirelessly on soothing and removing the tight muscle knots in Vivien's legs -- the ones that always built up after her intense workouts. Meanwhile, his lips kissed her shorts silently, over and over, a cascade of gentle and repeated worship. This was the 4th day in a row she'd worn this particular pair during her workouts, without ever showering, and he felt his brain turning to mush from inhaling her intoxicating essence. Deep draws through his nose took everything in, an overwhelming cocktail of addictive Goddess pheromones that made him utterly powerless. She never bothered changing clothes when she got home, preferring to skip showering and flop straight onto the couch -- or onto Xavier's face. He desperately wanted to peel them off and bury himself underneath, but he knew he'd have to wait.
"Ummm, hello? Answer me, IDIOT!" She ground her heel into his groin and slammed her powerful hips backward, crushing him even harder between her body and the back of the couch. He could not breathe. The thick, salty scent of her gym sweat completely suffocated him. Again and again, like rolling ocean waves, she rocked her hips back and forth, smothering him relentlessly. His hands massaged her thighs more frantically in desperate obedience. "MMMFPH, MMM!" he moaned into her, unable to form real words. His caged cock ached, dribbling precum as it twitched pathetically. His tongue shot out, licking hungrily at the sticky, clinging fabric of her shorts, tasting her and cleaning the material like a human sweat rag.
She released the pressure and pulled herself forward, briefly exposing his flushed face and giving him a precious moment of fresh air. "Woah, someone's excited. Oh well, I guess I should probably let you speak though," she laughed.
He was breathing loud and fast, recovering. She dropped her phone and reached back with her right arm to give him a brisk slap on the cheek. "Get it together, loser. You're a fucking MESS." Another sharp smack, this time harder and leaving a faint red handprint. "Just look at you. I said what's for dinner? I'm getting HUNGRY. I bet Evelyn is too. Right Ev?" She pinched his ear between two black fingernails and he fought the urge to recoil in pain, knowing it would annoy her. She wanted him to take it with gratitude.
Evelyn sat at the other end of the couch, knees bunched up into a ball, reading a romance novel. Her long golden hair was tied into a single braid that ran loosely down her back. She wore an elegant white sweater with a pair of tight-fitting black leggings and ruffled white socks, bottoms blackened with house dirt and visible toeprints.
"Sorry, what? I wasn't paying any attention." She blinked innocently. Evelyn looked over with her intense golden eyes to see Xavier, small next to Vivien's enormous hips and butt, and smiled softly. Vivien was still pinching his ear between her nails and bullying his tormented manhood with her foot. "My book is so good, I just can't put it down! But I guess I could eat. I literally forgot he was here. Hmmm... Go ahead and tell me the menu, Xavier. Vivien, let go of him for ONE second."
Vivien sighed, released Xavier's ear reluctantly, and slapped his right cheek one more time in defiance of Evelyn's request. He winced briefly. Evelyn rolled her eyes before looking expectantly at him while he composed himself. "Well? Out with it. You'd NEVER make me ask you twice, right?"
"No, of course not, Goddess Evelyn," he croaked.
Still lying sideways, he craned his neck upwards even further so he could see her at the other end of the couch. "I'm making you two Ribeye steak with stuffed portobello mushrooms, asparagus, and garlic butter mashed potatoes. I picked out the same Malbec that you said you loved last time. I-I'd be delighted to start cooking whenever you want. I would be so honored to pour you both a glass of wine now if I'm permitted to get to work." He continued massaging Vivien's left calf dutifully as he spoke.
"Ugh, fine. Go. Don't fucking take forever like last time," Vivien said bluntly. She delivered one final merciless slap across his cheek, leaving a clear red handprint. Instinctively, he lurched forward and pressed his lips reverently against her butt cheek. Vivien immediately backed up into his face again, overwhelming him completely for nearly a minute. Her thick cheeks met the pillows, totally hiding Xavier's head from view as he struggled to remain calm and hold his breath.
When she finally pulled away, his eyes were watering and full of submissive desperation. Evelyn giggled softly, clearly enjoying his broken state. "GO, dummy!" Vivien yelled. She snapped her fingers twice and pointed toward the kitchen. "Big pours on the wine."
"Yes Goddess, absolutely, my pleasure, thank you, I love you so much, right away," Xavier mumbled clumsily as he got up from his "smushing place" between Vivien and the couch. There was a permanent indent in the couch pillows from repeated smothering in this spot. Both women watched him like hawks as he got up. Evelyn saw Xavier's eyes linger on her feet for a moment as she flexed her socked toes not-so-innocently at him. "Wait, wait! Xavier!" she laughed. With one hand she pulled one of her socks off and threw it at him, something which he dared not fail to catch. She stared mischievously at him, causing him to avert his gaze to the floor. "Inside-out and in your mouth," she sang. "Extra seasoned just for you. Say thank youuuuuu!"
"Yes, Goddess Evelyn, thank you so much for your generosity." He opened wide and shoved the whole sock in enthusiastically, leaving a little bit of it poking out. Vivien smiled cruelly and clapped twice. "You look SO fucking stupid. Sock-sucking bitch. You'd really do ANYTHING for her, huh? How romantic."
Xavier knew that Evelyn had been wearing these socks for a month without having him wash them, on purpose. They smelled and tasted of her; a sharp vinegary tang that was filthy and delicious at the same time. His locked cock pulsed uncontrollably in its cage. He could feel himself blushing while they both watched him chew on it.
"Awwww he likes it! Look, Vivien. He has a crush on my sock. Okayyyy good boy, go go go make our food. It'd better be YUMMY. And I want my wine. No dilly dallying!" Evelyn instructed, shooing him away with her hand before returning to her book.
He rushed out of the room toward the kitchen. An expansive view of the city through a floor-to-ceiling window awaited him as he entered. He paused briefly in front of the hallway mirror and stared at his reflection. Vivien's handprint burned across his right cheek like a brand, and the striped pattern of her shorts was stamped all over his face. A dirty white corner of Evelyn's sock poked out of his mouth like a surrender flag representing his new life.
Everything he once owned and was proud of belonged to Vivien now. This entire top-floor city penthouse which he had worked so hard to fully pay off, all hers. Everything in "his" house, the furniture, collectibles, possessions, belonged to her. Legally, in writing. Every two weeks his entire paycheck disappeared into her account, just like everything else he used to own. Between his chastity device and the house, she truly owned the keys to his existence.
He poured their wine cautiously into fancy pink glasses and carried them over. Per usual, he was completely ignored as he placed one glass on the side table for Evelyn and the other on the coffee table within reach of Vivien's arm. Vivien kept scrolling and Evelyn kept reading, his existence never acknowledged. He stood there for a moment, aching with the need to be noticed, but he knew better than to speak. Deep down, a pathetic little voice still whispered that maybe they'd let him out of his cage tonight if he behaved properly. He turned and headed back to the kitchen to cook dinner.
As the principal architect at a major software company, Xavier made a very solid amount of money working from home during the day. Of course, on evenings, weekends, and nights, he was a full-time live-in housemaid. All Xavier did was work, work, work. "No breaks for slaves!" was a favorite line of Vivien's that she'd made him recite over and over. Vivien, naturally, did not have a job anymore, and gobbled up the fruits of his labor greedily and expectantly.