Femdom Family IV
Chapter 2.
Timmy lay on the floor, his collar’s chain secured to one of Athena’s enormous
royal bed in her spacious bedroom. The warmth from the big stone chimney
provided some comfort as he waited for Athena’s next move. She entered the room,
her pretty bare feet silent against the dark wood floor. Clad in a black silk
nightgown, she held a metallic tray bearing a much-needed sandwich.
Athena placed the tray on the ground before Timmy, then settled herself at the
edge of the bed. Crossing her legs and dangling her toes over the food, she
ordered, “You are allowed to eat, but you cannot use your hands – eat like a
dog!”
The starving boy crawled toward the food, obeying without question. It was a
simple meal, two slices of stale bread, each sandwiching a single slice of ham
in the middle. He began eating directly from the plate like an animal, well
aware by then that defying Athena would only bring more pain and suffering.
Athena watched Timmy as he ate, her hands playing with her golden strands of
hair. She felt a thrill of power and satisfaction, savoring her newfound control
over the young boy who had once been an orphan. In this moment, Athena reveled
in their twisted dynamic, where Timmy’s submission to her every whim solidified
her dominance within the cold walls of her mansion.
Exhausted and cold, Timmy lay on the floor, his body trembling as he shivered
atop the hard wood planks. Athena tossed him an old and dirty, coarse rag meant
for cleaning clothing, which he grudgingly used to cover himself in a futile
attempt to find some warmth and comfort amidst his new hellish existence.
The hours dragged on, and in the dimly lit room, Timmy’s only solace was the
thin layer of fabric offering meager protection against the biting cold that
seemed to seep into his very bones. And yet, even as he wept, he knew better
than to question or challenge Athena’s authority.
The morning came, rays of light filtering through the black curtains covering
the windows. Athena woke up, her blonde hair ruffled, he looked adorable, she
sat at the border of the bed and put down her feet, she put one over the kid’s
chest and another at his tummy.
As morning dawned, sunlight filtering through the black curtains cast a warm
glow upon the bedroom. Athena stirred, her blonde hair ruffled by the gentle
breeze, looking adorably rumpled in her sleep. She sat at the edge of the bed,
placing one foot over Timmy’s chest and the other on his stomach as she
stretched languidly.
Stirring from his slumber, Timmy opened his eyes to find Athena’s soft, warm
feet against his skin. The unexpected comfort brought a small smile to his face
despite everything, momentarily soothing his battered spirit. In this fragile
respite, Timmy felt a glimmer of hope that perhaps Athena was not entirely
without compassion, Timmy lay there, wrapped in the delicate warmth of Athena’s
feet.
“Do you like my feet?” Athena asked, her voice dripping with false sweetness.
“…yes…” The kid replied with fear, his voice barely audible on the big
bedroom.
Athena’s face twisted into a mask of fury, her eyes flashing with anger as she
stood over him. With her full weight resting on her feet, one atop his chest and
the other on his stomach, she exerted immense pressure against his ribcage,
threatening to shatter them under her force, his tummy flattened. The boy
struggled to breathe, suffocating under her cruelty.
“You must never talk, idiot!” she snapped, her voice sharp as a whip. “If you
get asked something, you either nod or shake with your stupid head, because you
only would be asked yes or no questions – you’re too stupid to anything else,
understood?”
The boy nodded frantically, his breathing ragged from the lack of air.
Finally, Athena sprang away from him, leaving him gasping and trembling on the
bed as she landed on the floor. The footprints of her feet etched on red color
on his skin.
They went to the kitchen, Athena donning her white morning gown and slipper, as
she held onto Timmy’s chain. The young boy followed her obediently, like a dog.
In the kitchen, a magnificent, young blond Goddess sat at a breakfast table. She
was Venus, wearing only a white bra and tiny shorts that revealed her tanned
legs. Her exercises room had been illuminated by lamps, leaving her naked limbs
with a golden hue. Venus was a teenager, her long, platinum-blonde hair tied up
in a high ponytail. She busied herself with cereal and milk.
“Morning, mom!” Venus greeted, her eyes twinkling. “So, you got a new puppy?”
Athena answered with a smile, “Hi, honey! Yes, here he is.”
Venus found the situation amusing. “It’s so funny,” she mused thoughtfully, “How
do you call it?”
Athena shook her head, still lost for words. “I still thinking on a name for
him.”
Athena went to fetch a cup of coffee. Venus gave Timmy a playful once-over.
“You look hungry?” the young blonde inquired.
Timmy nodded, his stomach grumbling softly.
With a grin, Venus retrieved a mug of strawberry jelly and, with a teasing wink,
dropped some onto her bare instep. “Go ahead!” she ordered cheekily, gesturing
towards her leg.
The boy stared at the foot and the jelly on top of it – was he expected to lick
it with his tongue? The suggestion left him momentarily bewildered, unsure how
to proceed. Venus noticed his hesitation and, in a swift and playful display of
dominance, gave him a powerful kick. The heel of her bare foot crashed against
the boy’s face, sending him flying like a ragdoll across the room.
Venus laughed amusedly as she watched the young lad land on his back, his nose
bleeding from the impact.
It was so fun, she could understand Athena’s preference for younglings as fun
little toys. It seemed that Venus still preferred breaking old guys – those who
were double her age and bigger, more muscular. The thrill was even greater when
they were not consenting to their slavery.
Venus finished her breakfast and stood up. “Bye, mom!” she called out to Athena.
“You are leaving now?” Athena inquired.
“I promised Kali we will go to play riding horses this morning!” Venus replied
eagerly.
Athena shook her head, amused at her daughter’s enthusiasm. “OK, honey.” She
said with a warm smile. “But please, put on warm clothes first – it’s chilling
cold outside. Take a jacket and a long coat.”
Venus kissed her mother on the cheek and then left the room, eager to join her
friend for an exhilarating morning of horseback riding.
Athena’s elegantly manicured fingers gracefully peeled a banana as she surveyed
the kitchen with an air of regal authority. Her eyes locked onto Timmy, who lay
prostrate on the cold floor, his body trembling in fear and anticipation. With a
cruel grin, Athena flung the fruit contemptuously to the ground, where it landed
with a sickening squish.
Her gaze shifted then to the pristine white ceramic tiles beneath her feet, now
marred by the banana’s gory remains.
“Lick your breakfast!” Athena growled, her voice laden with venomous contempt.
Timmy shivered in fear as he obeyed, his tongue darting out to lap at the
remnants of the banana, its sweet taste mingling with the bitter tang of
humiliation.
Meanwhile, a striking redhead entered the kitchen – Branwen, a fiery-haired
woman in her early thirties. She wore tight blue jeans that hugged her slender
legs and a red checkered flannel shirt that clung to her curves, accentuating
her feminine form. Over it all was a leather jacket that whispered rebellion,
its worn edges brushing against her hips, hiking boots she donned at her feet.
Athena greeted Branwen with a hint of desire in her voice, her gaze never
leaving the redhead. The two women closed the distance between them, their
bodies colliding in a passionate embrace. Their kiss was fierce and unrelenting,
a passionate dance of tongues and lips that left no doubt as to their intense
desire for one another. Athena’s fingers found their way into Branwen’s hair,
tugging gently as she deepened the kiss, while Branwen’s fingers traced down
Athena’s spine, lingering at the small of her back before moving further south.
The air in the kitchen grew thick with arousal and tension, a palpable energy
that seemed to vibrate through the very walls.
As the women’s passion reached new heights, Timmy’s gaze shifted back to floor,
he ducked trying to hide a precocious erection produced by the scene taking
place in front of him.
In the mansion’s elegant cozy drawing room, Athena and Branwen sat side by side
on a plush black leather couch. Their bodies were relaxed, feet resting
comfortably on a footrest as they savored the moment, basking in the warmth of
their shared intimacy. The room was dimly lit, casting soft shadows that danced
around the women, adding to the intimate ambiance.
Branwen had removed her hiking boots and socks, revealing her slender feet
adorned with delicate ankle tattoos. Athena, too, had discarded her slippers,
leaving her flawless toes exposed.
Athena’s gaze lingered on Timmy as she spoke, her voice dripping with authority,
“Come close!” he was on his knees in front of the women, he moved on his fours
toward them and remained kneeling. Athena continued, her command laced with an
explicit sexual undertone: “As a token of your gratitude for me giving you a
breafast, I want you to give us a foot massage – but not with your hands.”
Timmy’s eyes widened in confusion, but he knew better than to question his
mistress’s desires. Instead, he pressed his lips against Athena’s smooth foot,
the soft and warmth skin against his lips. His tongue darted out, tentative at
first as he traced the delicate arch of her foot, his saliva glazing her skin
with a thin sheen. Athena’s breath hitched, pleasure and dominance mingling in
her expression.
Timmy continued his exploration, his tongue tracing the tender curve of her heal
then going up the sole again, tracing the ball of her foot before delving
between her toes. The women exchanged heated glances, their eyes gleaming with
shared desire as they watched the boy’s tongue trace intricate patterns over the
sensitive soles of Athena.
Branwen leaned closer to Athena, her own foot raised expectantly in front of
Timmy. “I also want to be pamper by you little pet,” she whispered, her voice a
seductive purr that sent shivers down Timmy’s spine. As one, both women extended
their feet towards Timmy, who eagerly complied with their request, his tongue
now tracing the same tender patterns on Branwen’s foot as he had on Athena’s.
The women watched, entranced, as Timmy worshipped their feet in a display of
pure submission. He suckled each toe one by one, his lips leaving small wet
kisses that sent waves of pleasure coursing through both Athena and Branwen.
“I guess this puppy may have a future as a foot servant.” Athena said.
