I had lost track of time kneeling naked in Lady Cheyenne's dungeon. I
was blindfolded upon my arrival and after fumbling to get undressed, a
female voice had me kneel, back straight, hands clasped behind my head. My
muscles began to ache and I was trembling at the nervousness of finally
being "here" for real...no more fantasy. It's funny, I had read
somewhere when a person loses one "sense", the remaining senses
seem to compensate for whatever was lost. |I had lost track of time
kneeling naked in Lady Cheyenne's dungeon. I was blindfolded upon my
arrival and after fumbling to get undressed, a female voice had me kneel,
back straight, hands clasped behind my head. My muscles began to ache and
I was trembling at the nervousness of finally being "here" for
real...no more fantasy. It's funny, I had read somewhere when a person
loses one "sense", the remaining senses seem to compensate for
whatever was lost. I found this to add to my excitement, I could smell the
rich supple leather, abundant throughout the house, the sensual hint of
perfume, my ears perked at each creak, muffled footstep from above, light
chuckles, I could swear I heard what sounded like a camera winding film. I
felt a small droplet of sweat form at the base of my neck, I shivered
slightly as it began to trail down my back, between my shoulder blades,
along one cheek of my naked ass, and then ever so quietly, making a tiny
"plop" sound as it hit the floor. "You will lick every inch
of my floor for that slave..."

I jumped at the warm, soft voice of what I knew was Lady Cheyenne.
"I don't recall leaving instructions for you to drip your sweat onto
my floors.............trust me little one...I will collect, and collect
dearly for that. "My mind raced, how long had she been in front of
me...I hadn't heard a sound, not a breath. My heart raced, I could feel my
cock stiffen at the mere sound of her voice, what do I do... Do I answer?
Do I apologize?...Before I could re-act it was if Lady Cheyenne could read
me ... Her gloved hand was warm, the leather made my head swim, she softly
traced the side of my cheek...she chuckled softly as I trembled before
her. "You may answer only in Yes or No terms slut... Do you
understand?" "Yes Mistress," I replied, my mouth dry with
nervousness. "Good-boy"

Lady Cheyenne walked around me, the soft creaking of her leather boots
as they bent at the knees, the icy click of the stiletto heels. Her finger
traced my forehead, along the bridge of my nose to my quivering lips.
Effortlessly, she parted my lips with her finger. "I am going to use
this mouth for many, many things today slave...and I do not...I repeat, do
not at anytime want you to disappoint me, or my friends...is that
perfectly clear? "Friends...the word shot through me like a bullet. I
was going to be used by more than one Domme.

A small tear formed at my eye and snuck out from beneath my blind-fold
as I responded with a crackle in my voice, "I would never disappoint
you or anyone one you command me to serve Mistress, may I please thank-you
for the honor and gift of serving you?" "Yes slave, you may
clean my boo-"Her words stopped as she wiped my cheek. "Oh
you're crying for me, how sweet." I bowed my head and searched with
my face along the cool dungeon floor until my eager mouth found her boot,
gently I extended my tongue and began to lick. Lady Cheyenne reached down
and released the blind-fold from my eyes, and I squinted at the glare of
the candle lit room. My mouth traced along the top of her boots, to the
stitch that divides the foot form the ankle, I traced the edge between her
wonderful foot and the leather sole, all the while Lady Cheyenne watched
with a sly smile on her face, chuckling softly. The sound of singular
applause broke the elegant quiet as Mistress Amanda made her presence
known.

"So this is the slave who had e-mailed us so many times, and wrote
us all those delicious stories? "Her voice rang of the authority it
commanded. "Isn't he just the best little boot slut we've seen in a
while?" Responded Lady Cheyenne. "We'll see... your yard slave
failed to clean the dog run again...and you'll never guess how I found
out", Mistress Amanda said with a laugh.

Lady Cheyenne doubled over with laughter as she looked down at my
kneeling form. "Who says I didn't have him leave it on purpose?
"With that both Dommes began to circle my kneeling form, kicking at
my ribs and butt with the toes of their boots. Mistress Amanda placed the
sole of her boot on the back of my head and ground down forcefully, wiping
the sole roughly on my hair. "Be thankful I used that pumpkin sized
head of yours and not your tongue slave!" "Th-thank You Mistress
Amanda", I stammered

"Oh he is going to be so much fun Cheyenne...""I can't
wait until Ivy gets here"

"He's here all day, Amanda...hope he got some rest on the
plane". Lady Cheyenne grinned. Mistress Amanda lit a cigarette and
took a few long drags, standing before me she placed the toe of her boot
on my erection. "Watch this..." Grinning, she looked down into
my eyes...pressing firmly forward, shifting her full weight to her front
foot she began to grind my cock into the hardwood floor. "Every time
one of us steps on your worm slave...you will open that mouth of yours as
wide as you can and tilt that head of yours back. Don't answer me... Just
do it!" The pain shot through me like ten thousand pins. I threw my
head back and opened my mouth as wide as I could. The hot ember landed on
the tip of my outstretched tongue, Lady Cheyenne laughed with glee and
clapped her hands and I began my servitude as their ashtray. "Swallow
it and beg for more dickhead "Mistress Amanda commanded. The ash
crumbled onto my tongue, my stomach wretched ever so slightly as the taste
filled my mouth. I tried to swallow, but couldn't...my mouth had gone
dry and all I could do was press the ashes into the roof of my mouth in
hopes they would stay there. "Thank You Mistress Amanda, may I please
have more?" "More? More what slave?" My heart raced, I was
living my fantasy, I struggled to form the words, "Please, Mistress
Amanda, may I please have more of your cigarette ash?" Mistress
Amanda threw her head back and gave out a joyful laugh. "My... my,
you are an eager slave aren't you?" "Well, I am not ready to
flick this ash at you yet bitch, so here, let me see if I can't
accommodate you, after all, you're our guest... "Mistress Amanda
smiled at Lady Cheyenne and reached for the ashtray next to the throne.
"Open wide boy..." with that she stepped once again onto my cock
and emptied the ashtray into my mouth. Lady Cheyenne burst out laughing
once again. I could tell they both enjoyed what they did, and how they did
it. My mouth gagged as the ashes and butts tumbled in, Lady Cheyenne
stepped forward and stepped onto my cock and forced my head back...here's
a little something to wash all those mean ol' butts down with, and she
spit directly into my mouth, letting it trail quietly down from her
smiling face... I watched it swing in slow motion as it fell against my
front teeth. "Hmmm... Yet another one whose teeth have rudely
prevented your Goddess' saliva from entering a slave's mouth."
Lady Cheyenne grinned at Mistress Amanda. "Perhaps we'll have those
removed if they continue to be a problem." Lady Cheyenne forced my
open jaw shut and shook my head from side to side... "Let's make sure
you enjoy the full taste of those butts worm... We wouldn't want you to
complain would we?" Her laughter rang throughout the room.

"What have I missed?" Mistress Ivy walks into the dungeon in
blue jeans and white sneakers. " "Yuck... Whose breath smells
like day old ashtrays?", she says while looking at me with a wide
grin. Walking over to where I knelt she extends her hand in welcome,
"Hi ya slut!, I'm Mistress Ivy and I'm gonna kick your ass hard for
the next couple of hours! "The two other Dommes again burst out
laughing, as Mistress Ivy stands grinning before me... her eyes burn into
mine. "Well, aren't you going to shake my hand?" I reach up to
take it and she slaps me hard in the face, cackling loudly, "Oh my...
Too funny! These shits fall for this every time..."

Lady Cheyenne steps behind me, pushing me to all fours. "Kiss her
feet ,slave. Welcome her to the dungeon properly!" My head bowed as I
pressed my lips to the warm canvas tennis shoe, I could smell the aroma of
her feet through the shoe top, again, my heart swelled. "If you think
they stink know, bitch, just wait till I take `em off, I just came from my
work out and skipped my shower.........just for you". Ivy smiled
sweetly. "Oh that reminds me. I've had these boots on all day and
my feet feel like they're swimming in sweat." Lady Cheyenne noted as
her finger trailed along spine as I continued to kiss Mistress Ivy's
feet." I couldn't find a clean pair of stockings slave so I had to
wear these again... Hmmm... Come to think of it, I couldn't find a clean
pair now for... oh jeez, must be three, maybe four days." My cock
seemed to grow another couple of inches as Lady Cheyenne's words rippled
through me, she knew from my letters that I had an ardent foot fetish and
she planned to use that to her hearts content. Mistress Amanda reached
down between my legs with the toe of her boot and wiped the small droplet
of semen that formed on my cock, "Cock drool...how nasty slut."
We do not allow cock drool in our dungeon, If I have too, I will cut that
thing off and hang it from your neck to teach you control over it.
"Mistress Ivy lit a cigarette and she too flicked the first traces of
ash into my mouth. "Well at least it's useful"