Forbidden Interlude
Lazy and sleepy Goddess Evelyn, Vivien's prior roommate, lounged about doing almost nothing at all while he strove to keep her satisfied and entertained. Reading, sleeping, eating, and making demands were her specialty. Vivien, nerdier than one might expect and extremely creative, kept herself busier - making art, playing video games, and exercising. Both women enjoyed the immense benefits their personal slave provided them, especially not needing to work a job or worry about money anymore. Or doing any house chores whatsoever... or having to think about anything but their hobbies, their fun, and new ways to torment, toy with, and take advantage of Xavier's devotion to them.
When the meal was finally ready, he plated it for them artfully and then assumed the position he'd been taught, morphing into the human version of a dining room chair. Seated, legs outstretched, palms on the floor, core and arms tightened, and face turned upwards awaiting a warm, cozy, fragrant embrace. Evelyn's disgusting wet sock filled his mouth still; he knew she'd be disappointed if he removed her gift. From this position, he moaned loudly to let his owners know it was time to eat, as he couldn't form words. After a moment they emerged from the living room with arms around each other, laughing with their wine glasses. Their hips swayed as they walked and their breasts pressed together, making his heart flutter while his denied cock throbbed helplessly. Vivien stroked Evelyn's cheek lovingly and Evelyn tried to tickle her in response.
Once more he was ignored, except for the fact that Vivien sat directly onto his face as she had so many times before. Her bare feet were propped up on him, one on his thigh and the other on his groin. There was no special ceremony or acknowledgment, he was treated as an object. Her full weight settled into him without regard for his comfort. He wrapped a determined hand around one of her feet and began the next segment of his endless human auto-massager duty. His face was swallowed up in her huge butt cheeks, buried all the way to the base of his neck.
He strained to bear her weight with minimal noise-making and wavering, determined to impress. Vivien had him doing mandatory strength training for months, and he was in the best physical shape of his life. He was completely mesmerized, his nose flooded with the ripe scent of Evelyn's feet mixed with Vivien's warm, sweaty ass. He felt so humiliated knowing he was just a piece of human furniture to be used casually, but it made him unfathomably horny and weak.
The girls talked, gossiped, joked, and drank their Malbec, discussing their weekend plans and the TV show they'd recently watched. Xavier only knew bits and pieces of what they were saying because though he'd been in the room for the whole season, they had him facing the opposite way. He spent the entire time kneeling on the floor in front of the couch, massaging and worshipping their unwashed stinky feet the entire time. "You don't GET to watch shit. Watch my fucking FEET." Vivien's cold but unforgettable words echoed in his mind as he recalled snaking his tongue intimately between each of her toes.
Back in the moment, Xavier sucked Evelyn's sock deeper into his throat so he could purse his lips and begin softly kissing Vivien's perfect sweaty butt again. He heard their sweet voices as they discussed an upcoming shopping trip (it sounded expensive), as well as tentative plans for a tropical vacation (would Xavier be allowed to come? Does he need to work overtime to fund it without cutting into the shopping budget?). Xavier's neck strained and he began to falter as the meal approached the hour mark. His muscles burned with fatigue. Whenever his stability began to give way, Vivien would simply reach down and slap him or pinch his ear. This way, he would regain the determination to continue his human chair duties. He vowed to do everything in his power to never disappoint her, though sometimes she set up situations where it was unavoidable on purpose just to punish him.
Eventually, the oppressive weight lifted off of him and he squinted as the light blinded his eyes temporarily; he'd been in a world of darkness and pressure for what felt like forever. Vivien's ass, pure heaven, was perched directly in front of him, the undersides of her cheeks bulging rebelliously out of her shorts. It was everything to him. Her presence was infinitely commanding and powerful and he trembled with anticipation. His ignored cock ached horribly as his contained urges begged to erupt, but he remembered his training and held still.
Vivien looked down at him with disdain and annoyance. "Okay bitch, you can eat now. Then clean everything the fuck up. I hate a messy kitchen." She and Evelyn giggled cruelly as they haphazardly scraped the remains of their plates onto the tile kitchen floor next to Xavier. Bits of unwanted fatty steak bites, bottoms of half eaten asparagus stalks, small mounds of mashed potatoes, and a few of the remaining mushrooms. Evelyn poured a splash of Malbec over the mixed mess of food on the floor turning it into a crimson soup. "Fancy meal for you, Mr. Maid!" she laughed. She leaned over and a gooey strand of spit fell from her pink lips onto the "meal," stretching downward before breaking tension. Vivien followed suit. Xavier glanced sadly at the last disrespected bits of the dinner he worked so hard to prepare.
Vivien leaned down, pulled Evelyn's sock out of Xavier's mouth with one hand, and threw it into the mess. "Be grateful, butt-bitch! We're SO generous to let you have anything at all, isn't that right?" She spit on his food once more, curling her tongue seductively as she did so. Her tongue was unfathomably out of reach for him, and she had made it clear that he would NEVER get the type of kiss he so deeply desired, so she knew this gesture would drive him insane.
He trembled and glued his eyes to her pale butt again, barely holding it together. "Thank you Goddess Vivien for allowing me to eat, and for feeding it to me in a way that I deserve," Xavier said meekly. She flexed her glutes, left then right, taunting him.
"Acceptable. Remember, you only get to eat from the floor like a pet. No hands either! It's so fun knowing you have to wiggle around and struggle trying to eat like a helpless little puppy. Now GET down." He sank from his chair-position to the floor immediately, lying on his back.
"Vivien, come on, maybe he can use his hands. This is already so gross," Evelyn chimed in.
"Shhhhh. Don't mess with the program, girl." As she spoke, she placed the sole of her bare foot over Xavier's mouth. He instinctively began kissing it. Bits of dirt and dust clung to her from the floor of the living room, which he had yet to vacuum today.
"That's true, whatever you did to him, really fucking worked. You're a genius. Let's leave him to it and go snuggle together and watch something in the living room, Vivien. Come on," Evelyn said urgently. She tugged at Vivien's tank top.
"Hey babe, you did it to him too," Vivien smiled at her. She looked down at Xavier, lying on his back on the floor next to his dinner. "Slave, you know what to do. Once MY kitchen's back to an acceptable state, come find us. I think your tongue will be in demand tonight. " She wiped her foot back and forth on Xavier's now outstretched tongue, turning him into her doormat.
Evelyn laughed again and raised one hand cutely. "DEFINITELY ME." She crossed her arms and gazed down at Xavier, whose tongue was becoming dotted with bits of Vivien's foot gunk. She shook her head in disbelief. "Oh my God, look at you lapping that all up. Cute. Hurry up and clean the kitchen, okay? I want you to pamper me tonight. I'm exhausted. You're really good at making me feel better, Xavier. I soooooo appreciate you."
"Stop being nice to him. Plus, you haven't done shit all day Evelyn. What do you mean? All you fucking do is relax!" Vivien joked. She curled her toes downward and tapped her big toe on Xavier's lips like knocking on a door, prompting him to suck it into his mouth like a lollipop.
"STOPPPP! I'm tired, Viv. I don't know what to tell you. And so I'M using him first," Evelyn insisted. "I need him to eat my butt again and then I want a back massage. And then I want him to hold my book while I read again and turn the page when I say so." She tossed her hair playfully and stuck her tongue out.
"Yeah, whatever. We'll fucking see about that. He listens to ME first and foremost. And my legs are sore because I actually did something today" Vivien abruptly removed her toe from Xavier's mouth, leaving him longingly kissing the air. She gave his mouth a swift downwards kick with her sole, implying he should be still. "See? He's addicted to me. He'd be nothing without me." She raised her eyebrows.
"NOT FOR LONG!" Evelyn retorted. "I have plansssssssss." She cackled and draped herself over Vivien, hugging her tight. Both women laughed and continued bickering as they departed, leaving Xavier alone in the kitchen. From his place on the lonely cold tile floor, he felt deeply jealous as he witnessed Vivien squeeze Evelyn's ass and whisper something in her ear before they turned the corner.
Xavier rolled over onto his stomach and looked pitifully at his dinner, wishing he could grab Evelyn's butt like that. Even when they let him eat ass, he wasn't allowed to touch at all with his hands unless it was considered a therapeutic massage, and therefore actually useful to THEM. As he began to eat, he started to reminisce about how all this began months ago...
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To be continued...