Runner\'s World

RUNNER’S WORLD

 

            I was out doing my daily six-mile run when I heard footsteps rapidly approaching from behind.  I waited a moment then turned around expecting to see some male running-ace flying past me.  Instead, it was a young woman and a young man running together at a good pace of just over six-minutes per mile.  We exchanged a brief look, and in that instant flash, I focused on the beautiful woman's bright emerald eyes.  I was hooked.  She smiled at me and the man she was running with nodded hello as they effortlessly passed me.

            I increased my own pace and followed them down the street trying to keep up with them.  I watched their tight bodies gracefully move, their seemingly effortless strides matched in perfect harmony. She was wearing a shiny blue running outfit which contrasted perfectly with her tanned skin, her dark hair tied back into a pony tail bounced rhythmically with her steps.  The muscular man was without a shirt and was wearing red running shorts, his hair bleached by the sun, his tan nearly the same shade as his beautiful running partner; they made a very attractive couple.

            The woman turned around and looked at me while shaking her head.  "I can hear you panting back there trying to keep up with us,"  she said.

            "He needs someone to whip him into shape," the man said and they both laughed.

            "You two are fast," I gasped as they started to slow down.

            "Lucky for you we're at the end of our run," the woman said to me as the pair gently slowed down and finally stopped.

            I walked up beside the couple who were glistening with sweat under the midday sun.  I gathered my breath and said, "I'm impressed."  As we slowly walked, I was unable to divert my eyes from the woman's hypnotic gaze.

            "Discipline, getting out and doing it every day is the key," the man said.

            Discipline?   Someone to whip me into shape?  I was getting the subtle message and was wondering whether this could be what I had been waiting for to come into my life.

            "Discipline huh?" I mumbled as the three of us entered the parking lot of an apartment complex, my mind trying to think of what I could say to indicated my submissive desires.

            "You live here?" the woman asked.

            "Yes, 65 E, down in the corner," I answered, dropping my eyes to the woman's feet.

            "Why don't you come on up to our place and get something cool to drink," she said.  As I looked up from the ground there was a faint smile on the woman's face.

            As we went to the couple's third-floor apartment I learned that his name was Mike, 22 and fresh out of college, he was an engineer for a local aerospace company.  Cyndy was 20, a junior in college.  They weren't married but had been living together for the past year. 

            The apartment was very nicely decorated and neat, nothing was out of place.  Posters of art were on the walls, plus a few other less expensive decorations.  Though done on a budget, the furniture was tasteful and well-coordinated.

            "Let's go outside and sit on the balcony while we cool off," Mike said.

            "There are glasses in the cupboard and bottled water in the refrigerator," Cyndy told me.  I looked at her and she could see the confusion on my face.  "You don't mind bringing out the drinks do you?"  Her smile made me melt-I would gladly do anything she told me.

            I went into the kitchen thinking it was odd that, here it was their place, I was the one fetching the refreshments for these strangers, people I had just met minutes ago.  I balanced the three large glasses on water on a tray and took it outside; Mike was sitting in a chair, Cyndy was laying on a chaise lounge. Next to her was the only other piece of furniture, a small table. I offered Mike his drink and he took his glass without even a thank you.  I handed Cyndy her drink as she continued talking to Mike about a problem in school, both of them ignoring me like I was their servant.  I stood there for a few moments wondering what I should do next.

            "You may sit on the end of my chair," Cyndy told me.

            I sat down, teetering on the edge of the chaise since she didn't bother to move her feet to make any room for me.

            "My feet are hot and tired from the run," Cyndy commented.          "You need a good massage," Mike said.

            "Definitely," Cyndy agreed, looking directly at me.

            I knew this was my moment.  "I wouldn't mind," I managed to croak as my cock began to grow at the thought of massaging this gorgeous woman's feet, "rubbing your feet."

            "I don't know," Cyndy teased, "they're really sweaty."

            "That's okay," I said.

            Cyndy looked over at Mike, then back at me and said, "Only if you do both of us." Her warm smile now was ice, her eyes narrowed as she laid backed and awaited my response.

            I was slightly taken aback by this comment; I hadn't thought about rubbing Mike's feet, serving a male wasn't my fantasy, but for the opportunity to massage Cyndy's feet, I guess I could put up with the inconvenience of rubbing his feet.  And, while I'm not attracted to men, I had to admit Mike was good looking.

            "Sure, I'll do both of you," I said, my face blushing red knowing that Cyndy already had me wrapped around her pretty, red-nailed little finger.

            "I thought you might," Cyndy said, laughing smugly.        

            Mike looked over at me as I began to shakily untie one of Cyndy's running shoes.  "You had better do a good job, boy," he said sternly. I knew he wasn't kidding, and once again, my face flushed red at the tone of his voice when he called me boy.  I was a thirty-five-year-old man but at that instant I understood the nature of our quickly budding relationship:  this pair had me to do with as they pleased and I'm sure they already understood this fact, in essence, I was their "boy."

            My cock was hardening as I slipped off Cyndy's left shoe and was greeted by the pungent smell of her sweaty foot. I quickly took off the other shoe wondering if they had already noticed my growing excitement.

            Cyndy picked up a foot and brazenly put it in my face, her sweaty sock touching the tip of my nose.  "Doesn't that smell wonderful?" she said as they both laughed at me.

            "Judging by that bulge in his running shorts, I think the asshole is enjoying himself," Mike said.

            "I think you're right," Cyndy agreed shoving her foot full onto my face.  "Kiss it before you take my sock off," she commanded.

            I humbly kissed the bottom of her wet foot as they laughed at me.

            "Later on we will stuff a sock in his mouth and beat his pitiful ass," Mike said to Cyndy as I planted kisses on her foot.

            I was completely humiliated as I kissed Cyndy's dirty foot, I had always fantasized about kissing a woman's foot, but never under such embarrassing circumstances:  feet soaked with sweat, incredibly pungent, and in the presence of another person, let alone another man.

            She switched feet and I kissed her other foot, running my tongue along the hot soles of her feet, the taste of sweat on her sock like a drink of water for a man dying of thirst.  I realized I was nothing more than a lowly foot-wipe for this queen.  After a few minutes of this attention, she told me to stop.

            "You want to please me don't you, John, you'll do anything I say?" she cooed.

            "Yes," I admitted.

            "Yes, Mistress," Cyndy sharply retorted as she sat up and gave me a vicious slap across my face.  My head was reeling from the slap, from the sudden change in her demeanor, from the sudden realization that I was overwhelmed by new status.  Cyndy's words confirmed my new viewpoint.  "You are now our slave and you will address us as Mistress and Master," she admonished me while giving me another stinging slap, this time on the other side of my face.  "Take off my socks and start rubbing!" she ordered.

            I went to work massaging her feet as she and Mike continued their conversation ignoring me except for when Cyndy tapped me in the face with her toe indicating I was to switch to the other foot.  Finally, after fifteen minutes she told me to stop.

            "It's my turn," Mike said, "get over here and get to work, slave boy," he ordered.

            I hesitated a moment, rubbing and kissing Cyndy's feet was a pleasure, Mike would be an entirely different matter.

            Cyndy kicked me in the ribs.  "You heard him, get your fuckin' ass off this chair and take care of your Master," Cyndy angrily said.  I slowly stood, dreading the task I was about to perform.  "You're going to get it for this insubordination," Cyndy said, perturbed at my hesitation.

            I stood a moment before Master Mike.  "Get down on your knees, slave" he said.

            Completely humiliated, I fell to my knees on the hard wooden floor knowing that I was in total thrall by a man and a woman nearly fifteen-years younger than me.  I expected the worse as I took off Mike's running shoes and my expectations were met:  the aroma was overpowering, the sweaty socks made worse by shoes that had seen many miles of running.

            "Since you enjoyed Mistress Cyndy's feet so much I bet this is a real treat," Mike said, as he stuck his left foot in my face.  "Kiss it."  I kissed his foot as Cyndy looked on, pleased by the sight of a another man kneeling before her lover.

            I kissed both of his feet then he told me to take off his filthy socks.  "I should wear these every day for a week and then make you clean them with your mouth," he said as I rolled the socks off his feet.  He put his right foot on my shoulder and put his left foot to my lips.

            It was getting worse.

            "Suck my toes, slave boy."  He shoved his foot into my mouth and I meekly started sucking on his sweaty toes.  I could taste the grit and dirt of his feet as I cleaned between his toes.  "Do a good job or else," he said.  "Lick the bottoms clean too," he said.

            As Mike sat back and enjoyed himself, I bent my head down and ran my tongue on the rough soles of his foot-I was now completely broken, each act sinking me into a deeper humiliation,  a true slave I thought as I licked the sweat off his feet.

            After several minutes of this attention from me, Master Mike sat up in his chair.  "Time to rub my feet, though I think Mistress Cyndy is jealous of the tongue bath you gave me-you'll have to do the same for her."

            "Yes, Master Mike," I said, "it would be my pleasure, Sir."

            "Damn right.  You should consider yourself lucky to be able to kiss our feet," he said picking up one of his socks from the floor.  I knew what he was going to do next.  "Open wide," he ordered as he stuffed the filthy piece of clothing into my mouth.  "This should keep you quiet while you rub my feet," he said laughing.  I massaged his feet for several minutes stopping once to retrieve more water for my Master and Mistress.

            Finally Mike ordered me to stop.  "What should we do with him now?" he asked Cyndy.

            I quickly glanced over at Cyndy.  "Don't you dare look at me without permission," she yelled at me.  "You are to keep your head bowed at all times in our presence unless told otherwise."

She looked so regal as she coolly assessed what she wanted to do with me.  "Do you understand?!"

            "Yes Mistress," I meekly mumbled, the dirty sock in my mouth making my words hard to distinguish.

            "In fact, your eyes should be focused upon our feet because that's exactly where you belong," Cyndy said.

            "That's right, slave.  Your rightful place is under our feet," Mike agreed.

            I stared at Mike's feet, not daring to move and risk further chastisement.

            "So what should we do with him now?" Cyndy asked, her voice seductive and teasing.

            "I don't know, why don't we get out of these sweaty clothes, take a shower," Mike suggested.

            "I bet our little slave would love to see us naked," Cyndy said.

            "Would you like that, slave?" Mike asked me as he yanked the sock out of my mouth.

            I hesitated.  Of course I would like that, Cyndy is gorgeous, I thought, but I'm sure that response would anger Mike.

            "Answer me, shithead!" Mike said.

            "Well, Sir...you're both quite attractive but I know I'm not worthy of such a pleasure," I said.

            "At least you're not a complete idiot," Mike said.

            Cyndy stood up and said, "grab our shoes and socks and crawl after us."

            I followed them into the apartment.  Along the hard kitchen floor, across the carpeted living room rug onto the cold, hard tile of the bathroom, Mike giving a kick in the ass every few seconds to hurry me along.

            "You're going to have to learn to crawl faster than that, slave," Mike yelled at me when we reached the bathroom.  "We do not like to be kept waiting."

            "Yes, Master, sorry Sir,"  I said, my eyes staring at their bare feet as they stood over me.

            "Your apology isn't good enough," Mike said.  "Hand me the brush," he said to Cyndy.

            "Good idea," Cyndy said as she grabbed a toilet cleaning brush that was sitting next to the toilet.  It was a few feet long, bristles on one side, a thick plastic back on the other.

            "A few strokes with this should be sufficient to remind him of his place," Mike said.  "Get your ass up in the air."

            I wasn't exactly ready to get my ass beaten by this man, especially with the mean looking weapon he was holding.  I tried pleading.  "Please, Master Sir, I apologize, I know my place.  Please don't beat me."

            Cyndy started laughing and said, "What a cry baby, maybe we should put him in some diapers."

            "I was only going to give you five good ones, but now that's been doubled, ten from me, and Cyndy's going to give you ten of her best.  Any more protests, and I'll brush your teeth with this bristle," Master Mike barked, truly angry with me now.

            "Yes, Master," was my meek reply and I stuck my ass high in the air, my face hard against the cold tile, my eyes focused on Cyndy's pretty toes.

            Mike pulled down my running shorts, they fell to my ankles and said, "look how white his ass is against his tan legs."

            "Makes an excellent target, it'll be great fun reddening up his lily white butt," Cyndy said, her voice a little lower.  I could sense that she was getting into this, sadistic lust making it's presence known.

            My ass felt cool for just a moment, then my Master slammed the first blow with the brush.  It hurt.  It hurt a hell of a lot.  I dreaded the next blow.  "Didn't that feel good?" Mike asked.  Before I could answer he delivered another savage blow which came down on the exact same spot.  I gasped for air as I collapsed to the floor.

            Mike's voice was strictly no-nonsense.  "Get that ass in the air, and keep it there!"  He unleashed another blow, this one on the other cheek and I somehow managed to only squirm a little.

            "You will appreciate this, slave," Cyndy said, followed by a sadistic laugh.  "After all, we're only doing it for your own good...and our pleasure!"  Cyndy then planted her foot firmly on the back of my neck, pressing my face even harder into the floor.  "This should help keep you from squirming around too much," she said as Master Mike continued his merciless assault on my ass.

            As each blow landed I kept telling myself to be strong, that it didn't hurt that much, but it was useless, my ass was on fire!  Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he stopped. "He's ready for you, dear," Mike said while handing the brush to Cyndy.

            "I think you were much too easy on him," Cyndy said, her foot still on my neck pressing harder as she spoke.  "Let's see if he can handle some real pain."  With that, Cyndy swung the brush, a loud splat echoing on the bathroom walls as the brush connected with my aching ass.  "Doesn't that sound great," she said as she hit me again.

            Cyndy was incredibly strong.  I couldn't believe a woman so cute and petite could deliver such pain and be so sadistic.  I moaned and grunted with each stroke praying that I would survive my beating.  She ordered me to count.  I grunted out the next ten blows, each one leaving me gasping for air.

            "Ten," I said thankful that it was finally over, but Mistress Cyndy had other thoughts.

            "Let's see," she said to Mike, "you told him ten from each of us, but I'm having so much fun, I don't want to stop.  You don't want to me stop having fun do you?" Cyndy said to me while rubbing my burning ass with her hand.

            Yes, I wanted her to stop, but I knew that answer wouldn't please her.  "Please, Mistress, continue for as long as you wish," I said.

            "You're lucky, slave, any other answer and you would have really got it," Mike said.

            "Since you gave the correct answer, we'll have mercy on you...at least this time," Cyndy said, putting the brush away.

            "I don't think you have earned the privilege of bathing us as we shower," Mike said.  "In fact, I don't even want you to look at our bodies.  Stand up."

            I stood up, my running shorts remained at my ankles.

            "Get in that corner, nose pressed against the wall," Mike ordered me.  I shuffled to the corner of the bathroom and pushed my nose into the corner.  My red-hot, sore ass was on display for my new owner's pleasure.

            "You look very nice, slave," Cyndy said.  "As we shower, you stand there and think of everything that has happened to you...and everything that the future holds for our helpless little toy-slave."

            They both laughed, the water was turned on and they disappeared into the shower.  I didn't dare take a glance at their bodies, but kept my eyes closed, my nose pressed into the corner as I thought of what Cyndy had just said about my future.  I knew from that moment life as I had known it had just ceased to exist.  I was now a slave.  The property of a most attractive and sadistic couple.  I was ecstatic at my new status.

 

THE END