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Part 2…

Whit was a wreck all night. He replayed the FaceTime over and over in his head all night. He wanted to masturbate, but couldn’t. Sarah had not permitted him. For some reason, he wanted nothing more than to please her and make her proud of him. Was she serious when she said he could have her old, smelly, worn-out work shoes if he bought her an expensive enough pair to replace the old ones? He was going to find out.

The next morning, before work, he wanted to buy her some new work shoes, but he didn’t know what kind to get her. He had seen her in heels before, but mostly she wore Dansko clogs. Whit finally decided he’d get her both, just to make sure Sarah was pleased. Whit rushed to a high-end shoe store and quickly bought a pair of black Louboutin stilettos and a pair of Dansko clogs. He was very pleased and hoped Sarah would be happy. Sarah casually walked through the kitchen and acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary as she approached Whit. Excitedly, he said, “Sarah, when you get a minute, I need to go over something in my office with you.”

She responded normally, “Yes, Chef. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be right with you.” She had a feeling she knew what this was about, and was eager to see if she was correct.

In his office, Sarah took his chair and told Whit to kneel on the floor before her. Whit dropped to his knees. “Well, you’ve got me here. What the hell do you want?!” she said dismissively as she crossed her legs.

“I thought about what you said last night, how you needed a new pair of work shoes,” Whit said as he pulled the bag from under his desk. I’ve noticed you wear heels sometimes and clogs other times, so I got you both, ” he said, handing the bag to Sarah.

Sarah took the bag and opened it; she seemed disappointed. Plulling the Louboutins out of the box, she said “How the fuck am I supposed to work in these? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Whit was crushed! He thought he’d done so well. “You are worthless! Dumb motherfucker!” Sarah said as she walked out of the office. She hadn’t even looked at the clogs.

The rest of the night, he couldn’t focus on anything except getting back on Sarah’s good side. He kept watching her throughout the night. How had she burrowed so deeply into his brain so quickly?

After the service was over, he cut his Sous Chef early and stuck around to finish closing. He thought everyone had left already, and when he went to his office, he noticed the shoes were gone. Even though Sarah had berated him over them, she kept the shoes. His little dick twitched when he saw that. Maybe Sarah did like the shoes after all? Maybe she was just being mean to get him riled up, to torment him? Just then his phone buzzed with a text from Sarah, his dick became instantly hard as he picked up the phone. “I love the clogs! I left a surprise for my good boy. You’ll have to find it, though.” Whit tore his office apart looking, but after an hour, he decided she was just fucking with him again and decided to go home.

As soon as Whit walked into his apartment, he noticed a strong smell of vinegar. He looked for the source and nearly fainted when he found it. There on his table were Sarah’s old work shoes and a note. The note read, ” You did good! I actually love the heels, and the clogs are my favorite brand. Good boy!”

Whit smelled the shoes deeply and loved the scent. His dick was twitching and on the verge of exploding when suddenly he realized something. Sarah had been in his apartment without him? How did she get in? Does she have a key? He started looking around to see if he could find any clues. There was never any thought that Sarah would take anything; he trusted her completely.

Whit was sound asleep when suddenly he heard a noise in his kitchen. Upon inspection, there was Sarah engulfed in the arms of a tall, large man. They were making out! Sarah broke the kiss and said, “I need that BBC! You’ve teased me all night, and now I want it, I want it now!” With that she dropped to her knees and started sucking it loudly. After a few minutes she got up and said “fuck me!! Fuck me now!!”

She grabbed him by his cock and started leading him to the bedroom. She instantly saw Whit and said, “you’re on the couch tonight, bitch. You can listen, but if you even think of jerking off I will beat your ass!”

Whit just said, “Yes, Goddess,” and started walking towards the couch. Sarah and her friend just started laughing.

“What a good boy you are for me! Look at my shoes, Whitty.” He looked, and she was wearing her new heels that Whit had just bought her. “Do you like them? Don’t my toes look so sexy in them?”

“Yes, Goddess Sarah. They look great on you!” Her plump little toes looked so sexy in the new heels.

“I’m gonna let Marc cum all over them!” Sarah said, laughing, “I hope he doesn’t ruin them. If he does, though, it doesn’t matter; you can just buy me another pair.”

“And some sexy lingerie for her to wear for me!” Marc finally spoke, his voice deep and smooth.

Without even thinking, Whit responded, “Yes, sir. Whatever you like.” Sarah and Marc just started laughing as they slammed the door to the bedroom.

Whit settled into the couch and tried to get some sleep, but couldn’t. His mind raced, is this what Sarah is going to do, use his house to fuck her boyfriend? Why did he respond to Marc that way? How can he ever gain control over the situation? Just then, he was called back to reality as Sarah was calling for him.

Whit ran to the bedroom door and cautiously knocked. No response, so he knocked again louder. “get in here bitch!” Sarah screamed. Whit, wanting to please her, dropped to his knees and crawled to the bed. “Get us something to drink! And hurry.” Whit crawled out and quickly got to his feet and ran to fix them a drink. As he crawled back to the bed, Sarah said, “Put them on the table, and go stand with your nose in the corner.”

“Yes, Goddess. Right away, Goddess,” Whit said as he quickly obeyed.

As he was standing there, Sarah and Marc were going at it like animals. It was unbelievable, the sounds coming from the bed. Sarah was in a state of constant orgasm. Marc treated her like just a hole, and Sarah loved every minute of it. “Fuck me Marc! Fill me with your cum. Deeper, harder, come on fuck me!! Fuck me like that little bitch in the corner could never! His little dick is so small!”

Whit stood there for hours listening to the two of them. He was so aroused and wanted so badly to jerk off. If he started, would she even notice? She was in a different world. He slowly started stroking, and after two or three pumps, he was on the verge of climax. Suddenly, he heard her, “what are you doing over there bitch? Are you stroking that little shrimp dick? Did I tell you that you could do that? We’re going to put a stop to that right now! As you can tell, I am busy, so go fetch my purse!”

Whit went into the living room and retrieved the purse for Sarah. After he gave it to her, she rummaged through it and pulled out a chastity cage. His mind instantly went back to her comments about a chastity device. He thought she was just kidding, but now she has one in her hands. “Get over her bitch, and lock that useless shrimp up for me.”

“Yes, Goddess, as you wish!” was his response. He didn’t even think about it; he only wanted to please her and make her happy. So slowly, he placed the cage around his cock and slowly put the lock in place. Before locking it in place, he looked at Sarah as if asking if she was serious.

“Get over here, I want to lock that shrimp away. Maybe forever, Marc and I will decide how long you will be locked away. Now get out of here, we’re not done.”

“Yes, Goddess, thank you. And thank you, Mr. Marc!” Whit said as he slinked away to the couch.

The End.

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