Her Footstool's Submission

Aly completely dominates and controls Jake. She cuckolds him. Ruins his orgasms and makes him worship her feet.

**"Good Boy"** Jake knelt on the hardwood floor, wrists crossed behind his back, eyes locked on Aly’s stiletto tapping impatiently against his thigh. The sharp scent of her perfume mixed with the musk of the stranger’s cologne still clinging to her skin. "You missed a spot," Aly murmured, tilting her bare foot toward his face. The arch was streaked with dried sweat, the pink polish chipped from last night’s heels. Jake leaned in, tongue dragging along her sole, salt and leather flooding his mouth. Behind him, the bed creaked. Aly’s new toy—some faceless guy from the bar—groaned as he fucked her slow and deep. Jake didn’t dare look. "Pathetic," Aly sighed, curling her toes against his lips. "You couldn’t make me come like this." Her fingers twisted in his hair, yanking his head back. "Hands off your cock. You don’t get to touch until I say." Jake whimpered, hips jerking uselessly. Precum soaked his boxers. Aly smirked. "Ruined already?" She pressed her foot harder against his mouth. "Clean me properly. Then maybe I’ll let you watch."

Jake’s tongue worked in desperate, obedient strokes, lapping between Aly’s toes as the wet sounds of her being fucked filled the room. Her moans pitched higher—sharp, mocking—as the stranger behind her picked up pace. "Taste that?" Aly murmured, grinding her heel against Jake’s lips. "That’s him. All over me. And you’re just my fucking footstool." A choked sob escaped him, his cock twitching painfully in his boxers. Aly’s free foot slid under the waistband, toes curling around his shaft with cruel precision. "Look at you," she sneered. "Dripping for me like a dog." The bedframe slammed against the wall; the stranger’s grunts turned ragged. Aly arched, gasping as she came—Jake could feel the tremor in her muscles through the foot pressed to his mouth. She yanked her foot from his lips, leaving a slick trail of saliva. "On your knees," she ordered, nodding toward the edge of the bed. "Hands behind your back. You’re going to watch him finish inside me." Jake’s stomach clenched. Aly’s smirk widened. "And if you spill a single drop before I say so, I’ll make you lick it off the floor."

Jake scrambled to obey, knees scraping against the hardwood as he positioned himself at the foot of the bed. Aly’s legs were spread wide, the stranger’s thick cock glistening with her wetness as he drove into her with rough, possessive strokes. "See that?" Aly panted, fingers digging into the stranger’s shoulders. "That’s how a *real* man fucks me." She locked eyes with Jake, her grin vicious. "Not like you—whimpering, begging, *useless*." The stranger groaned, his thrusts turning erratic. Aly arched, gasping as he buried himself deep, his cock pulsing inside her. Jake’s breath hitched—he could see the thick spill of cum leaking from her, dripping onto the sheets. Aly sighed, stretching lazily before kicking her foot toward Jake’s face again. "Clean him out of me," she ordered. "Every drop." Jake hesitated—just for a second—but Aly’s foot cracked against his cheek. "*Now.*" He lunged forward, tongue lapping at her swollen folds, the bitter tang of the stranger’s release flooding his mouth. Aly moaned, fingers tightening in his hair. "Good boy," she purred. "Now *swallow*." Jake’s cock throbbed, untouched and aching. Aly laughed. "Oh, don’t worry," she murmured, pressing her heel against his straining erection. "I’ll ruin you next."

Aly’s heel ground down on Jake’s cock with deliberate pressure, her smirk widening as his bare scalp gleamed with sweat under the harsh light. His thick beard twitched with every shuddering breath. “Pathetic,” she murmured, watching his hips jerk helplessly against her foot. “You’re *this* close, aren’t you? Just from tasting him inside me?” Jake whimpered, his tongue still working between her thighs, lapping up every last trace of the stranger’s cum. Aly’s fingers twisted tighter in the short hairs at the nape of his neck, forcing his face deeper against her. The bed creaked as the stranger stood, stretching with a satisfied groan. Aly didn’t even glance at him—her gaze stayed locked on Jake’s flushed, hairless head, her voice dripping with amusement. “You can go,” she said dismissively. “He’ll clean up the rest.” The door clicked shut. Aly exhaled, rolling her hips against Jake’s mouth. “Almost done?” she taunted, lifting her foot just enough to let his cock twitch free. “Good. Because I’m not letting you come yet.” She shoved him back, watching as he caught himself on his elbows, lips slick with her. Aly swung her legs off the bed, standing over him. “Hands and knees,” she ordered. “Crawl to the mirror. I want you to watch yourself beg.” Jake obeyed, his knees scraping the floor as he moved. Aly followed, her stiletto pressing between his shoulder blades. “Look at you,” she murmured, leaning down to whisper in his ear, her breath hot against his smooth scalp. “My little bald cuckold bitch.” His reflection stared back—flushed, desperate, *ruined*, the contrast of his dark beard against his reddened skin only making him look more debased. Aly’s fingers trailed down his spine, nails biting into his skin. “Touch yourself,” she commanded. “But if you spill before I say so, I’ll make you lick it off my shoe.” Jake’s hand trembled as he wrapped it around his cock. Aly’s laugh was low, cruel. “Now *beg*.”

Jake’s reflection trembled in the mirror, his hand jerking clumsily over his cock while Aly’s stiletto dug into the small of his back. His voice cracked—*"Please, Aly—"* She tutted, dragging her nails down his spine. "Not good enough." Her free foot slid under his chin, forcing his head up. "Say it like you mean it." Jake’s throat worked, his hips stuttering as he choked out the words. *"Please—let me come, Mistress."* Aly’s lips curled. "Better." She pressed her heel harder against his cock, watching his thighs tense. "But you don’t *deserve* it yet, do you?" His breath hitched—she could feel the desperate throb of him under her foot. Aly leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. "Tell me what you are." Jake’s eyes screwed shut. *"Yours,"* he gasped. Aly’s laugh was sharp. "Wrong." Her hand fisted in his hair, yanking his head back. "Say it *right*." The words tore out of him—*"A cuckold. A fucking joke."* Aly’s grip tightened. "And whose?" Jake’s cock pulsed in his hand. *"Yours. Only yours."* Aly released him with a shove, stepping back. "Then *show me*." Jake’s hand flew over his shaft, his hips bucking—but Aly’s foot snapped forward, crushing his balls just as he tipped over the edge. His cry strangled into a sob as his orgasm ripped through him, spilling uselessly onto the floor in weak, dribbling spurts. Aly sighed, tapping her shoe against his trembling thigh. "Clean it up, bitch." Jake’s tongue dragged over the hardwood, lapping at his own mess as Aly watched, arms crossed. "Good boy," she murmured. "Now maybe next time, you’ll *earn* it." She turned, striding toward the door without looking back. "Don’t move until I tell you." The lock clicked. Jake stayed on his knees, his forehead pressed to the floor, his cock still twitching—*ruined*.

The door creaked open again—but it wasn’t Aly’s stilettos clicking against the hardwood this time. The stranger’s heavy boots thudded closer, stopping just behind Jake’s trembling form. "Still here?" The man’s voice was rough with amusement. A thick hand gripped Jake’s hair, yanking his head up to face the mirror again. "Look at you." Jake’s reflection was a wreck—lips swollen, beard damp with spit, eyes glassy with humiliation. The stranger’s free hand palmed his own cock through his jeans, already half-hard again. "She’s in the shower," he mused. "Told me to *check* on you." Jake’s breath hitched as the man’s zipper hissed open behind him. "Bet you’d suck me dry if I let you," the stranger taunted, dragging the head of his cock along Jake’s flushed cheek. "Bet you’re *dying* to taste her on me again." Jake’s tongue darted out before he could stop himself—just a flick against the man’s shaft, salt and Aly’s slick still clinging to his skin. The stranger groaned, thrusting forward until Jake’s lips stretched around him. "Fuck, you’re *good* at this," he muttered, hips jerking. "No wonder she keeps you around." Aly’s voice cut through the room, sharp as a whip. "*Did I say you could touch him?*" The stranger froze. Jake whimpered around his cock, eyes darting to where Aly leaned against the doorframe, towel slung low on her hips, water still glistening on her skin. She arched a brow. "I *told* you to check on him. Not fuck his mouth." The stranger pulled back with a wet pop, but Aly was already crossing the room. She caught Jake’s chin, tilting his face up. "Greedy little thing, aren’t you?" Her thumb smeared precum across his lips. "You *want* more?" Jake’s nod was barely perceptible. Aly’s smile was slow, cruel. "Then *ask*." The stranger’s cock twitched against Jake’s tonsils. Aly didn’t even glance at him. "*Quiet*," she snapped. "This isn’t about you." Her fingers tightened in Jake’s hair. "*Beg.*" Jake’s voice cracked. *"Please, Mistress—let me suck him. Let me taste you on him again."* Aly’s laugh was low, pleased. "Good boy." She stepped back, nodding to the stranger. "Go on. Use his throat." The man didn’t hesitate. Jake gagged as he slammed forward, Aly’s fingers guiding his head deeper with every thrust. "Swallow *every drop*," Aly ordered, her other hand trailing down to pinch Jake’s nipple hard. "Or I’ll make you lick the floor *again*." Jake’s cock twitched, still oversensitive, still *ruined*—but his moan was muffled around the stranger’s shaft as Aly’s nails bit into his scalp. "*Good boy.*"

The stranger’s hips snapped forward, driving his cock deeper into Jake’s throat with each rough thrust. Aly watched, her fingers still tangled in Jake’s hair, guiding the rhythm—forcing him to take every inch. "Look at you," she murmured, dragging her free hand down his sweat-slicked back. "Gagging on another man’s cock like it’s *all* you’re good for." Jake’s eyes watered, his throat convulsing around the stranger’s shaft. The man groaned, his grip tightening on Jake’s shoulder. "Fuck, he’s *tight*," he gritted out. Aly smirked. "He’d better be." She leaned down, her lips brushing Jake’s ear. "You *like* this, don’t you? Being used?" Jake’s muffled whimper was answer enough. The stranger’s thrusts grew erratic, his breath hitching. "Gonna—" Aly’s grip tightened. "*Swallow*," she ordered. Jake’s throat worked as the stranger came, hot and thick, pulsing down his abused throat. He swallowed obediently, his own cock twitching pathetically against his thigh, still spent from his ruined orgasm. The stranger pulled out with a wet sound, tucking himself back into his jeans. Aly didn’t spare him a glance. "Out," she said coolly. The man hesitated, but one sharp look from Aly had him retreating toward the door. Jake stayed on his knees, chest heaving, lips slick with spit and cum. Aly crouched in front of him, tilting his chin up. "Still hard?" she mused, flicking his limp cock with her fingernail. Jake flinched, shaking his head. Aly’s smile was slow, dangerous. "Liar." She pressed two fingers into his mouth, forcing him to suck them clean. "You’re *always* hard for me." Her other hand slid between his legs, cupping his balls—still tender from her earlier punishment. Jake whimpered, his hips jerking involuntarily. "See?" Aly purred. "You’re *mine*." She stood abruptly, leaving him kneeling there, aching and empty. "Stay," she commanded, walking toward the bed. "I’m not done with you yet." Jake’s breath hitched as she stretched out on the mattress, her legs parting just enough to tease. "Come here," she ordered. "*Crawl.*"

Jake’s knees ached against the hardwood as he shuffled forward, his body still thrumming with oversensitivity. Aly watched him through half-lidded eyes, one hand lazily tracing circles on her inner thigh. "*Slowly*," she chided, pressing her heel against his collarbone to halt him. "You don’t get to rush." Jake swallowed, forcing himself to inch closer, his cock twitching against his stomach—still soft, still useless. Aly’s smirk deepened as she hooked a finger under his chin. "Pathetic," she murmured, dragging her nails down his chest. "You can’t even get hard after all that?" Her fingers dipped lower, flicking his limp shaft. "Guess I’ll have to *fix* you." She spread her legs wider, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. "Lick." Jake didn’t hesitate. His tongue dragged up her slit, lapping at her wetness with desperate, worshipful strokes. Aly sighed, tangling her fingers in his hair to grind his face harder against her. "*Good*," she breathed, her thighs tightening around his head. "But you’re still not *earning* it." Her free hand reached for the nightstand, pulling out a sleek black vibrator. Jake’s breath hitched as she flicked it on, the low hum filling the room. "You want to come?" Aly teased, tracing the toy along her folds, just out of his reach. "Then *watch*." Jake’s jaw clenched as she pressed the vibrator to her clit, her hips arching off the bed. Her moan was deliberate, taunting. "Fuck—imagine if this was *you*," she gasped. "But it’s *not*." Jake’s cock twitched, a weak dribble of precum leaking from the tip. Aly laughed, cruelly delighted. "Look at that," she cooed. "Still trying, aren’t you?" She shoved his head back down, forcing his tongue inside her as the vibrator buzzed relentlessly against her clit. Her thighs trembled, her breath coming faster. "Swallow *every drop*," she ordered, her voice breaking as her orgasm ripped through her. Jake groaned, his tongue working frantically as she came, her slick flooding his mouth. Aly’s grip on his hair tightened, holding him there until she was done. Then she pushed him away, leaving him panting on the floor. "Now *maybe*," she said, tapping the vibrator against his swollen lips, "you’ll learn your place." Jake’s cock ached, untouched, *ruined*—but his eyes stayed locked on hers, waiting for the next command.

Aly swung her legs off the bed, the vibrator still humming faintly in her hand. She trailed it down Jake’s chest, watching his muscles twitch under the teasing vibration. "Up," she commanded, tapping his thigh with her foot. Jake scrambled to his knees, his breath ragged. Aly smirked, pressing the toy against his limp cock, letting the buzz tease the oversensitive flesh. He hissed, hips jerking—no real hardness, just desperate reflex. "Useless," she sighed, clicking the vibrator off. "But I *do* love watching you try." She stepped back, crossing her arms. "Hands behind your head. *Now.*" Jake obeyed instantly, his biceps flexing as he laced his fingers behind his skull. Aly circled him like a predator, her nails scraping down his spine. "You *want* to come?" she murmured, stopping just behind him. Her breath was hot against his ear. "Then *earn* it." Her hand snaked between his legs, cupping his balls again—this time with a cruel squeeze. Jake gasped, his thighs trembling. "Count," Aly ordered, tightening her grip. "*Out loud.*" Jake’s voice was hoarse. "O-one—" Aly twisted slightly, just enough to make him whimper. "*Two.*" She kept going, each number punctuated by another sharp squeeze, another choked gasp. By *seven*, Jake’s knees were shaking. By *ten*, his cock was finally, *pathetically* half-hard, twitching against his stomach. Aly released him with a scoff. "That’s *it*?" She grabbed his chin, forcing him to look down at his own pitiful erection. "Disgusting." She shoved him backward onto the bed, climbing over him in one smooth motion. Her thighs bracketed his hips, her wetness smearing against his stomach. "*This* is what you can’t give me," she taunted, grinding down just enough to make him groan. "But *he* could." Jake’s breath hitched—they both knew who she meant. Aly leaned down, her lips brushing his. "Maybe I’ll call him back," she whispered. "Maybe I’ll let him fuck me *right here*, while you watch." Jake’s cock twitched *again*, betraying him. Aly laughed, low and vicious. "*Pathetic.*" Her hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking just once—*hard*—before letting go. Jake arched off the bed with a broken noise. "*Stay,*" Aly ordered, sliding off him. She grabbed the vibrator again, tossing it onto his chest. "Play with yourself. *Beg* for it." She turned toward the door, pausing just long enough to glance back. "And if you’re *very* good," she purred, "maybe I’ll let you lick his cum off me later." Jake’s fingers trembled around the vibrator—but he clicked it on, his eyes locked on Aly’s retreating form. Waiting. *Hoping.*