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There was no respite for Fenton's rigidity as the sneering maid commanded him in, rather than ask him. Even she now had some control over him, by just being female and having the merest element of assertiveness. She strutted ahead as she led the way; the beautiful feminine scent of the house enveloped Fenton's senses, ensuring his excitement was perpetuated; his balls tingled with anticipation at seeing Hortense once more.
The maid stopped, picked a cane from a selection in a huge vase, and whipped out at a kneeling male, who was crouched in a corner by a linen basket, at first unseen by Fenton. The male yelped with a sound which was part pain part pleasure, and then the maid picked a pair of panties from the floor which had no doubt been carelessly dropped by the male from the basket.
"What have I told you about keeping my floors tidy? Now you get that basket down to the laundry room. Remember what I told you; sniff each pair and make two piles; those that require an extra hot wash and those that don't. I shall come and inspect in 15 minutes ... Oh, and if I think you've been masturbating again, Ms Montgomery shall know of it!" The lowly male, naked but for a leather hood and rubber pants, scuttled away, bent over as he held the basket. The maid watched his departure with a stern expression; her breasts heaved with the satisfaction of showing Fenton that she too, even in her lowly position, had power over all males. She smiled at Fenton before leading him forward again.
"That man is a senior judge in daily life; here he is only fit to sniff our panties. I like to soil mine on purpose, he knows which ones are mine as I often have him lick them clean whilst I'm present." Fenton watched her ample bottom wobble in the tight light-blue maid's dress and his balls tingled as he thought of the judge's task in accommodating a superior house maid.
He was led into the same room as before. Hortense smiled at him with a strange warmth and look of knowing superiority. She wore a very short leather skirt and jet black tights; her legs were crossed in dominant fashion, offering Fenton a display of the glorious thighs he coveted. She held out her hand and simply looked down at it; Fenton automatically took her hand and kissed it. He remembered the package and passed it to her.
"Clara Adams said she will attend on Wednesday." He spoke in a somewhat sheepish tone; unsure if he may have broken some unknown etiquette in speaking first. He was so in need of being allowed her scent and to relieve his aching balls in her presence. The buxom domme smiled again as she took the package from him and placed it by her side without looking at it; she seemed as eager as he to commence today's 'education' session. She pointed at the floor by her feet.
"Clothes off and kneel here. Then we'll begin." Fenton undressed and knelt before her; his cock stiff and erect in anticipation as he viewed the superb legs and thighs which he wanted to kiss; her womanly sent was now in his nostrils, he so wanted to come. Hortense now looked in the bag and chuckled.
"Did Clara say anything to you about what's in the bag?" Fenton's balls were already on the point of exploding as he swallowed hard before responding.
"Ms Adams said she would enjoy watching me worship them." His cock bobbed as she pulled one of the boots from the bag. She stretched the boot to its full length, smiling with satisfaction at his look of bewilderment.
"Would you like to see me wear one? Take off my left shoe." Fenton eagerly removed her stiletto and the dominant woman slowly uncrossed her legs, making sure he had plenty of time to peep between her glorious thighs; her black tights were crotch-less, and a g-string nestled between the inviting lips of her mature pussy, Fenton's cock stood proud and yearning as he was treated to a waft of her beautifully scented womanhood. Hortense passed the boot to him, and extended her magnificent leg forward; her breasts jutting nicely in her tight silk blouse as she postured elegantly. Fenton's ball tingled as he felt the silkiness of her tights and his left hand came close to her glorious pussy as he extended the leather up her thigh. He was then invited to zip the upper part at thigh length; the zip curiously on the outside of the boot. Hortense twirled the spiky boot before the transfixed male victoriously, then took his hand and had him feel the inside of the boot's calf.
"Feel how smooth and supple the leather is; you shall have the opportunity again on Wednesday when Clara and two more of my friends will attend to view your progress; they will see how respectful you have become when attending ladies. You may remove the boot now." Fenton's balls tingled to match the same feeling down his spine, as he pondered being watched by an audience; one of whom was the assertive Clara he'd just met, who had given him such an erection. He could not understand why the prospect excited him so much. Hortense smiled knowingly and with satisfaction as she viewed his reaction; her pussy tingled with pleasure, Fenton was beginning to know his place and could not escape from his own inert and untapped desires.
When Fenton had laid the boot with the other, his cock bobbing rigidly as the smell and texture of the leather and the thought of what lay in store for him on Wednesday, he turned to see Hortense had pulled her legs back, her knees up, exposing her succulent womanhood. She untied the g-string by the bow behind her back, but left it nestling in the warm moisture of her crotch. She placed a black silk handkerchief on the floor below the chair and pointed down to it commandingly.
"Kneel here and we shall discuss your progress." Fenton dropped to his knees and sniffed at the air, perfumed by the elevated and aroused pussy, which bulged invitingly through the crotch-less tights, the g-string tight in the glorious slit and cleft of her ample buttocks. Hortense laughed contemptuously as he inhaled in desperation, and eyed her pussy and the silk; he so hoped this meant he would be allowed to masturbate for her.
"Cindy has told me in great detail what you did for her last night; did you enjoy having her sat on your face?" Fenton's cock dribbled pre-cum as he recalled imagining having the superb woman before him on his face.
"Yes Mistress, I enjoyed it very much." Hortense grinned and delicately moved the g-string out of her cleft with an immaculately manicured finger; Fenton's cock pulsed as he imagined those sharp red nails teasing his bell-end.
"You may take my g-string and sample my scent if you wish." Fenton did not hesitate in easing the moist g-string out from her sticky pussy and warm cleft. His balls were aching, ready to erupt as he sniffed at the deliciously scented fabric; the sweet smell of her womanhood bending into the spicy tang of her anus had his cock rigid, he was ready to beg to be allowed relief. Hortense smiled with satisfaction at her control over him, and now toyed with her clitoris as she watched him sniff at the garment.
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