Claiming Zander: The First Date

Getting Comfortable

As Ashley sat, she crossed her legs and pointed to the floor. Instinctively, Zander knelt before her with his legs spread, hands on his knees, palms up, fully exposed in his submission to her. The sight made her heart beat fast and loud. Her mind raced with ideas to tease, torment, and pleasure. At the same time, the idea of how wonderful such a submissive man can be and what a prize she had found in him couldn’t be helped. He wasn’t like the other men trying to submit to her, he was sincere and looking for far more than just to get his rocks off.

After a few minutes, she reined her mind back in and decided the best submissive is one longing and yearning for his Mistress and she pulled out her phone. She began scrolling through the internet looking at the news, the weather, and checking her email, all the boring activities she usually did late at night alone to wind down. This time, instead, it wound her up, knowing her every move was being analyzed by someone that was patiently yet impatiently waiting for her.

“Eyes down, focus on my boot.” She rattled off just to keep his suspense alive. ‘I can’t let him think I’ve forgotten about him but I want him to feel neglected and still at my command.’ She giggled loudly at Zander’s predicament and watched him have to fight the urge to look up at her. 'What a good boy. He knows just how sensitive his situation is, I guess he sure is trying to prove he’s serious.’ She went back to her phone and continued on with her nightly routine.

Zander knelt still in front of his Mistress staring into the deep brown of her boots, eager to please her in any and every way she could want. As he waited, his mind wandered down the path of submission to her and where it could lead. With each bounce of her foot, his brain bounced to a new idea of serving her, worshiping her, and with each new thought his caged c**k bounced, yearning to be set free.

“What’s that face? What are you thinking about?” Ashley asked, peaking out from behind her phone.

Zander hadn’t noticed but his face had began to contort into a painfully yearning look. “Sorry Miss Ashley, I didn’t realize I had a look on my face. I was just thinking about… about serving you and my cage… well… it's just very tight.” His voice was soft from his embarrassment of being caught but also of the ideas he was having.

“Really?…. What ideas? Tell me.” The words came from her mouth, slippery as if she was already wet from the same ideas as she put her phone down beside her.

Zander gulped and seemed to sink a little in his posture. He knew what he wanted and loved his fantasies, but expressing them to another person was still new and made him feel shy and embarrassed. Something Ashley had been forcing him to confront. She loved to hear how his mind worked and pushed him to share all the time.

“I’m waiting…” Her foot slid under his chin, lifting his head until their eyes met.

Zander smiled, “Well… I was thinking about how much I want to slide closer and feel your boots on my body, pressing into me, kicking me, using me. Then I was thinking how much I want to take off your boots and kiss and worship your beautiful feet and slowly go up your legs and lick and eat you front and back.”

“I see…. And those ideas get you excited?”

The questioning tone surprised him, ‘She knows it does, why would she ask that?’ “Yes Miss Ashley.” The words came out almost ashamed to admit it.

“Good boy!” She exclaimed, clapping her hands, “Me too!” She paused to see Zander’s face instantly relaxed and at ease.

“I know it excites you.” She pointed with her boot at a small puddle under his c**k where he’d been leaking from his fantasies.

Zander’s face got red as he bowed, and saw the puddle he hadn’t known he created. His c**k was basically numb from straining against the cage all night.

As another drip began to fall from his strained p***s, Ashley moved her foot forward to catch it on the toes of her boot, then lifted it to wipe every bit she could onto it as well. “You made a mess on my boot.” She raised her boot to his face and with a playful smile ordered, “Clean it.”

Once again, without hesitation, Zander lapped up every bit of his mess from her boot. But this time when he sat back to look at his job well done, Miss Ashley wasn’t done.

“I think I stepped in some too…” She tipped her foot back and showed Zander the wet spot on the sole of her boot. “That needs cleaned too. I wouldn’t want to slip you know…”

As he began licking the sole of her boot he could taste his saltiness, but there was more. A more salty flavor which he assumed was from the weather but also something dark, thick and smokey. The new tastes made him slow down and pause as he thought about what these unsavory tastes could be.

Just then, Ashley saw the look of mild disgust on his face, so she couldn’t help but fuel the fire, “I wonder how many other people’s stuff’ is on this floor you're licking right now.”

The thought caused Zander to gag and back away from her foot.

“I didn’t say you were done. Get that shoe clean.” The amusement in her voice was coated with an evil snicker.

Zander lowered his head and returned to licking the bottom of her boot. The ideas of what he was licking ran through his mind. For the first time all night, his cage hung limp, swinging back and forth.

Ashley pulled her foot away, moving it down to fondle his cage. “Not a fan I see?”

“I’ll do anything you order, Miss Ashley but the thought of all that was grossing me out a bit. I’m sorry Miss Ashley.” Zander hung his head.

“Why are you sorry? You did as you were told without hesitation and without question even though you didn’t want to. That’s exactly what you should be doing.” Ashley leaned in close and spoke more clearly, “It’s about obedience and you’re doing what you should.”

“Yes, Miss Ashley.”

“I have an idea. How about we get that taste out of your mouth and get a drink? We can go down to the bar and grab a drink or have it delivered. I’ll let you decide Zander.”

“What do you want, Miss Ashley.” He barely squeaked the words out before her smack fell across his face.

“I told you to decide! Pick one!” She loved the inner turmoil she could put him through with simple tasks like this. ‘Will he choose what he wants or will he choose what he thinks I want…?’

Taking a moment to think, Zander weighed the options. “Let’s stay here and order it up, Miss Ashley. I don’t want to share my time with you with anyone else if I don’t have to.”

“Okay. I’ll order some wine.” She leaned over, grabbed the receiver, and dialed room service.

After placing her order and hanging up the phone, she turned her attention back to the sculpted specimen kneeling at her feet.

“Take off my boots.” She kicked her feet out toward him.

Her boots slid off with ease. The thick boot socks Ashley had worn were a nice barrier to pop them off quickly.

A sigh fell from her mouth, “Ahh, my feet can finally breathe. They feel so hot.” She raised them both and covered his face. Zander’s cage jumped, causing the lock to rattle against the hard steel. “Naughty boy. Breath me in, deeply.” She smirked.

Zander couldn’t help but fill his lungs with the warm, sweet and sweaty smell of her feet and wince as the submission made him grow in his cage.

Ashley pulled her feet down and giggled, “I can’t hold those up all day.” The look they shared made them both laugh.

Crossing her legs in front of him again, she asked in a coy voice, “Take my socks off Zander?” Knowing the answer but craving to hear him say it.

“Yes Miss Ashley.” His hands flew up to get to work.

Sliding her first sock off. His eyes couldn’t help but stare at her perfectly pedicured feet. The merlot nail polish against her mocha tanned skin made for a sultry sight that made Zander’s mouth water and heart jump with excitement. Ashley relished in the look on his face, knowing he hungered for her, to please her, to taste her.

As he pulled off the second sock, he looked up at her knowing he shouldn’t but asked anyway, “May I rub your feet and calves Miss Ashley?” His voice was shallow, as if apologizing while asking.

“That would be wonderful Zander. Get some lotion from the bathroom.”

He sprang to his feet to run to get lotion.

“Crawl!” Ashley stopped him in his tracks and Zander lowered back down to all fours. He crawled as fast as he could to get to work for his Mistress.

As he returned with the lotion and knelt before her, he opened the bottle and squirted some into his palms to warm it before putting it on her delicate skin.

“Hold on Zander. You need to get the sweat off before you put lotion on. Where’s a towel? You didn’t bring one?” As she looked around, her face seemed more happy than curious. “Well, since you can’t really use your hands anyway, I guess your tongue will have to do. Clean them off.”

Her foot barely had to raise to meet his lips as he lowered his face to meet her beautiful toes.

Ever so gently, he began kissing each toe before softly sliding his tongue across the bottom from one side to the other. Then, without a thought, he sucked her big toe in, bathing it in his mouth before moving down each toe, one by one. When he reached her small toe, her other foot was ready and waiting for the same warm greeting. Starting on the second foot, he took the first in his hands and began to massage. The sensation made Ashley twitch with a slight tickle, then sink into the couch as she leaned back and enjoyed the pampering.

Zander’s hands found every knot and sore place on her foot and worked methodically to relieve the stress from her day, as his tongue made its way down her other foot. Ashley reached down and began to rub herself through her jeans. She couldn’t help but enjoy the relaxing and sensual feeling of his hands on her. As he finished cleaning her second foot, she pulled it away and propped it on the couch, drawing his eyes to the wet spot on her pants. His lock rattled again at the sight of her hand slipping down below her waistline. The sound made her wet, intensifying the heat between her legs.

Switching her feet in Zander’s hand, she looked down at his face. A s*x-riddled smile crossed her face to see his face mesmerized by the sight of her hand beneath her pants. She was completely hidden from him and he still couldn’t help but stare and yearn for her. His hands once again found every sore ache in this foot and broke down the stress, causing a cascade of relaxation through her body as her day melted off.

Boom! Boom! Boom! A knock at the door threw a wrench into her pleasure.

“Wha- Oh yeah, the wine.” She stood up, adjusted herself, and walked to the door. “Don’t you move!” She tossed Zander’s shirt over his face but left him naked, kneeling, and caged right in the middle of the room, in clear view from the door.

His heart raced. It was thumping so loud in his ears he was certain she could hear it too.

Click. The door unlocked and swung open.

“Two bottles of wine and glasses” The room service attendant was soft but matter of fact and to the point. Unknown to Zander, Ashley had positioned herself directly in front of any view into the room.

“Yes.”

“Where should I put it?”

“I’ll take it.” Ashley took the tray and stepped over to the table to set down the tray. Without a thought, the attendant held the door open for her to come back. As she caught sight of the naked man in the room, she gasped. Zander knew she had seen him and his heart sank. He wanted to run for cover, but didn’t move a muscle.

“Can you sign here Miss?” The attendants handed over the bill with unsteady hands and her voice had changed drastically. She was completely red and couldn’t seem to look away from the man kneeling in the middle of the room.

“Sure. Thank you.” Ashley signed and handed the check back to the awestruck woman. “Do you want to come in and say hi?” The question shook her back to reality.

“Thank you Miss… No Ma’am…. Have a good night!”

“Well, come back by if you change your mind,” Ashley added as she closed the door, watching the peering woman disappear as she tried to get her last little glimpse.

Click. The sound of the door locking was barely audible behind Ashley’s laughter. “That was fun. Next time no mask.” She pulled the shirt off Zander’s face to reveal him beat red with embarrassment.

“Calm down, it’s not like she saw your face. No one would have any idea who you are anyway. Just that you’re clearly mine.” Ashley’s face was filled with amusement at Zander’s reaction. He wasn’t mad or embarrassed or ashamed but an interesting cross between them all. And yet, he sat there, perfectly still, exactly as commanded, without trying to hide or cover himself. What a good boy he is….’

Ashley made her way to the kitchenette to find a corkscrew for the wine. After rummaging around each drawer in the room she looked over at Zander with a sly grin on her face.

“Guess I’ll have to have her come back. There’s no corkscrew.”

His heart began to beat out of his chest, it was so loud he was certain she could hear it again. “I can go get one Miss.”

“If you want, but I don’t think anyone wants to see a naked man walking the halls of the hotel.”

Zander’s face contorted at her words.

“I told you, you’re not wearing anything but a cage tonight. I meant it.”

“O-ok Miss. In that case, you’re probably right.” His head hung as he looked at the floor knowing round two of this stranger’s eyes on him was coming sooner than expected.

Knock! Knock! Both their eyes shot toward the door. ‘Who could that be?’ They both thought puzzled.

“Who is it?” Ashley’s voice snapped out.

“It’s room service Miss.” they both instantly recognized the voice. “I forgot to give you a corkscrew, I’m terribly sorry. I brought one up.”

Ashley chuckled. “What a mind reader! I was just looking for one.”

She walked passed Zander on her way to the door, ruffling his hair slightly. “I think such a great attendant deserves a glimpse at you, don’t you?”

Zander hung his head, “Yes Miss Ashley.”

“Good boy.”

A light smack fell across his cheek, the way you’d show appreciation to a dog for doing the right thing.

As the door opened, the woman outside didn’t attempt to hide her fascination, instead tried to peer past Ashley to get a look at the man kneeling naked just feet away.

“Here you go.” She fumbled, handing Ashley the corkscrew without ever taking her eyes off Zander’s muscled body and beat red face.

“Thank you.” Ashley stepped aside to allow her a full view and looked back at Zander as a sinister thought came to her.

“Say thank you.”

Zander stumbled to catch his breath, “Thank you M-.”

“Look at her and show some respect! She came all the way back up here to help us after all.” Ashley’s words were oddly light but stung none the less.

Raising his head, Zander looked at the woman in the doorway, meeting her gaze. The awe in her eyes put a lump in his throat he struggled to clear. “Thank you for brining us the corkscrew Miss.” He stammered out added a slight smile.

“Would you like to come in for a drink?” Ashley asked.

Seeing just how caught off guard both the attendant and Zander were made her heart flutter with excitement. She could feel herself getting hot the longer this exchange went on.

“N-no… thank you.” The attendant struggled to get out.

“Ok well, the offer still stands if you want to come back later. Good night.” Ashley politely closed the door as the woman tried to get one last look at Zander.