0 comments/ 11619 views/ 2 favorites Belonging To Ms. Tery Ch. 01 By: CamScorp My girlfriend Cathy was starting to get tired of me and my fetish for her feet and shoes. She did not trust me enough to leave me alone with her shoes. I house sat for her once and made a mess of her closet. I told her what I had done with her shoes, which was to ejaculate into them, after having sniffed and licked them. She was disgusted with me and threatened to end things with me. I begged her to reconsider. I cared too much for her to let her go. Even though my desire for all things related to her feet was overwhelming I still wanted to be with the rest of her. I had to agree not to mention feet or shoes again. I had to worship her pinkish toes and soles from afar. I was going insane trying to catch glimpses of them. She detested me even looking at them. I had to be stealthy about seeing them arched, relaxing, or dangling a shoe. I was not sure if she was enjoying the torture I felt. I sensed that she was. "I'm not having it. My shoes are too expensive for you to do that. Since when is a shoe intended to be used as a condom?" Cathy said. I would start to protest but she would silence me. I felt I was becoming a submissive to her. The sex was still good, but I could no longer initiate it. I had to wait for her to be in the mood. She was starting to be on top more than I was now. Cathy was instructing me on how to please her. My pleasure and satisfaction were not even mentioned. It had become all about her elusive G-spot that I was incapable of finding. I was still turned on by her. Cathy was 23 years old. She was about 5'7" and had an average sized body that was not too shapely. Her belly was flat. She had small breasts and her butt needed to be in tight clothing to look noticeable. All that did not matter. I wanted her feet, and not having access to them made even more desperate. She actually pampered her feet and only wore fashionable shoes. Even her flip flops were pricey. I could not believe she took such good care of them yet would not let me touch them or even look at them. She told me that my excessive attention to her feet made her feel less like a woman. She needed to be treated like a whole woman. "I care about all of you." I would say. "I don't believe you." She answered. I actually started to doubt if I did care about anything but her perfect feet. She worked as a manager of a department store and dressed professionally. I had a warehouse job that basically had me moving material from one end of the floor to the other. The job offered me plenty of time to get lost in thoughts of Cathy. I envied the men who spent so much time around her, and her feet. I knew that I needed to satisfy my fetish, but did not want to cheat on her. I submitted myself to her authority. When she would leave the room for a minute, and sometimes leave her shoes, I would move as fast as possible and would sniff them before she returned. I was reduced to this. She had caged my fetish. Internet porn did not replace a real pair of feet. I needed to touch and lick. She would ridicule me when she spoke to her friends over the phone. She didn't care that I was able to hear her. "I actually caught him licking an old pair of flip flops like he was having dinner or something. What a loser." I heard her say once. There was a part of me that knew I needed to rescue myself from not experiencing what mattered to me. If she had told me she was having an affair with someone else, I probably would have said nothing, hoping she still wanted to have me around to abuse. When she told me that her friend John was having a costume party, I got excited. I wanted to see Cathy dress in something sexy, especially her footwear. She usually wore conservative clothing that showed very little skin. My excitement was extinguished when she told me I was going to go as a lion and she was going to be the hunter that caught me. I felt she was more of a lion tamer than hunter. I looked pathetic in my full body costume. My mane was so scraggly, I felt as though I were a toothless lion with no claws. She looked sexy in shorts and boots. Her toy gun was strapped to her waist. I was told to remain at her side without saying a word. Animals can't speak and I did not have permission to roar. "Just... be quiet and let me do all the talking for us." She said. I nodded my head in agreement. When a very attractive blonde dressed in something reminiscent of a pouting heiress came up to me and started to talk to me, I only nodded sheepishly. She seemed annoyed I did not give her the attention her beauty deserved. There were more than a few vampires at the party. Some women were showing plenty of leg. There were the usual pop-culture copycats. One guy was running around pretending he was hallucinating. Standing out amongst all of them was a woman dressed as a super heroine. She wore a shiny black full body- suit that that fit her very tightly. There were two, silver half moons on her ample chest with the letters M T in black. The letters were in fancy script and each letter was inside a half moon. There was also a silver utility belt on her waist. Her boots were black and came up to just below her knees. She wore a black mask that covered the top half of her face and head. Dark curly hair rested on her shoulders. She had the full mane that I was missing. I was staring at her as though I were a child, remembering and early memory of being turned on by a super heroine. I was quiet on the exterior, but inside I was crying for her. She noticed me staring. How could she not. She beckoned me with her gloved fingers to walk to her. I left the side of Cathy who was in the middle of a conversation with a ghost. I didn't care if she scolded me. I was going to talk to the super heroine no matter what Cathy wanted me to do. I walked over to the mystery woman as if I was becoming freer with each step. Cathy's grip on me was loosening with every step I took. The vinyl clad beauty stood proudly and acted as if she was appraising me. "Hello." I said. She looked amazingly fit. The only unexposed part of her was the lower half of her face. The pale skin was young and vibrant. She was not very tall, even with her heeled boots she appeared to be only about 5'5". Her dancer legs were in a wide and confident stance. Her brown eyes were primed for action if anything arose. "What pathetic creature are you?" She said. Her voice was melodic and soothing. "I am a lion." I said meekly. "I see." She said. "Your costume is amazing." I said. "This isn't a costume." She snapped. "Sorry." I said. "That's all right. You won't make that mistake again." "My name is Dave." "I am Ms. Tery!" She triumphantly said. I knew right away she took her role very serious and that she was probably ensconced in a world of fetish that seemed intriguing to me. I looked down at her boots and wanted to fall to the floor and lick them. When I looked up again, I noticed a curiosity about her stare. "You belong to Cathy, don't you?" She said. "Yes." I said. What did she mean by belong? Was she aware of how Cathy treated me? "Follow me." She ordered. She did a quick turn. I saw her backside and was entranced. She had a bubble butt waiting to be noticed and worshiped by all. Her boots moved quickly and adeptly. She walked into a bedroom as though this was her apartment. I followed her in. She twirled around with her hands on her hips. Her eyes were intense and focused on me. "If you're going to stare at my boots with hungry eyes, I think it fair I give you the opportunity to lick them." She said. "Yes." I said. I wanted to scream for joy and raise my arms in victory. It felt so long since I had fed my desires for anything to do with feet or footwear. "But first take off that ridiculous costume." She said. I was more than happy to take it off. I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans underneath. I tossed the costume off to the side. "You now belong to Ms. Tery. Get on your knees." She commanded. I couldn't believe what she said, and wasted no time in going down on my knees. The smell of her leather boots was intoxicating. I looked up at her and was instantly attracted to the power she projected. Her body-suit looked made just for her. I noticed it was zippered at the crotch, and could not keep my eyes off her private area. "Lick, don't look. You will have plenty of chances to look at me in the future." She said. I licked all around her boot. If she had presented me with the bottom of her boot I would have licked that also. I closed my eyes and imagined us alone, forgetting that I had come with a lion tamer who had me leashed to her side. I could sense her approval of my enthusiasm. Suddenly I was being nudged by a bare foot in my face. She had taken off her right boot. Her foot was small and the toe nails were painted alternately in black and silver. I sniffed the toes that smelled of leather and sweat. I was overjoyed. "Isn't that what you have been wanting?' She said. "Yes, I have, Ms. Tery." I said. "You have been starved for too long. Feed." "Thank you." I said. I nibbled on her big silver painted toe then took it into my mouth as though it were a prize. I felt gratitude. I felt rewarded for having suffered with Cathy for so long. She took care of her feet. The pinkish sole had been pampered well. I was interrupted when I heard Ms. Tery talking with someone. I looked up and saw that Cathy was looking for me. Her eyes were furious and her mouth ready for battle. Her prey had gotten away from her. I was just as furious by her arrival. "What are you doing? Get up!" Cathy yelled. "He's with me now." Ms. Tery said. "Alexandra, what do you think... who do you think you are?" Cathy said. I heard her mention someone named Alexandra before, from her college days, but had never met her until now. "You treat him so badly. It isn't enough he is submissive to you, but you won't reward him." Ms. Tery said. "That is none of your concern." "I made it my concern. It is my job to rescue those that need rescuing." Ms. Tery said. I realized her whole circle of friends knew about our relationship. I didn't care. I was only glad that Ms. Tery was aware of it. "Say something, Dave! And where is your costume?" Cathy Said. I looked dumbfounded. Were two women really fighting over me? "He is fine under my foot. He seems to like it. Tell her who you belong to, Dave." Ms. Tery said. I smiled. "I belong to Ms. Tery." I said. "Alexandra, you are going to regret this." A few people had gathered outside the door to watch. Cathy looked very angry and ready for a confrontation. I quickly moved away from my mistress to watch the battle unfold. Cathy charged at Ms. Tery. I had never seen her display this type of anger or physicality. I was afraid if she beat her foe I was going to receive some of her vengeance. Ms. Tery calmly readied herself. She was awkwardly poised on only one boot. Her bare right foot was standing on its toes in a ballerina pointe. When Cathy was near enough, Ms. Tery quickly lifted her booted leg and kicked Cathy in the stomach. Cathy doubled over as she tried to grab hold of slippery leg. Cathy was about to reach for her smaller foe, when Ms. Tery clenched both hands in a unified fist and came down hard on the side of Cathy's head. "Take that." Ms. Tery said. My ex-girlfriend fell to the floor screaming. She looked helpless and vulnerable. She was fortunate my mistress did not want to continue beating on her. I was glad that my last image of Cathy was one of her defeated. I had spent too much time with her, receiving too little in return. "Let's go."Ms. Tery said to me. I followed her through the apartment. People stared at us and yelled something about a good show. This was no show. She really hit Cathy. I watched as her right foot did its best to even things up against her heeled foot. She gave me her boot to hold as if it were my prize for choosing her. Once we were outside a light rain started to fall. The full moon offered some light as it was very dark. I followed her to an all black car with tinted windows. The interior was also dark. It felt very comfortable to be in her car. "Shall we?" She said. "Yes." I answered. She sped away. I kept my eye on her bare foot as she accelerated down the street. It shone pale and delicious in the dark. She drove very quickly and made sharp turns. I held on to her boot. "Go ahead." She said. "You can sniff it.' I did as she suggested. I wasn't sure where we were heading, but I knew that I wanted to be with her no matter what. The names of a few of the streets seemed familiar, but none of the buildings did. We were headed to the industrial part of town. A place with more than a few abandoned buildings and long ago used warehouses. "You live in this area." I asked. "Address me as Ms. Tery." She said. "Do you live in this area, Ms. Tery?" I said with no hesitation. "Yes. I own the top floor." The building we stopped in front of was set up for lofts. We took a noisy elevator up and she led me into her loft/lair. "Welcome to your new home." She said. "Thank you, Ms. Tery." I said. I was thankful for her kindness. I was grateful I no longer had to deal with Cathy. I looked around her home. She had contemporary furniture and the walls were full of colorful art. There was a large king sized bed in the center of the room. I knew that at this point there was no chance for me to join with her in sex. If we stayed to our roles, and I wanted that more than anything, I was subservient to her. "Are you tired?" She asked. "Yes." I said. "For tonight, until I get the room next door ready, you can sleep on the floor next to me." "I get my own room?" "If you wish... to be with me, I need you here... nearby." She said. "That is fine with me." "It is small compared to this area." "I want to be with you, Ms. Tery." I said. She went into a storage area and came back with matting and covers for me to use. I busied myself with preparing a comfortable sleeping area next to her bed. I would have slept on the bare floor. She went into the bathroom and stayed in there a while. When she finally came out she was wearing a white robe. The mask was off. Her face was beautiful. Her skin was unblemished even though she wore no make-up. Her curly hair flowed everywhere. Her countenance, without the mask, was one of a woman of principle. I trusted her. She was bare foot even though the tiled floor was cold. I probably stared to long at her before going into the bathroom to wash up. I looked in the mirror and smiled. I kept on my clothes not wanting to disturb the rhythm of my role and went back into her living area. She was in bed already. Her robe placed on a chair next to where I was to lay. She was covered with her comforter and was on her back. Her face was gentle and reassuring. As I lay down on the floor, the lights went off. The curtains remained opened. The moon shone through the windows. The center of the city looked close, but at the same time her loft felt secluded. The noises of the city sounded distant. No one spoke for a while, until she finally addressed me. "I need you to serve me and that includes my whims, my needs, and sometimes my fantasies. I will treat you as a valuable member of my world. I won't hurt you. I do require you respect Ms. Tery. You must also respect Alexandra. I need you to be a true gentleman. Your contact with me will be mostly with Ms. Tery, but not exclusively. I have allowed you to see me as Alexandra so you will know that I have another life. I have a working life, a social and sometimes family life. On those occasions when you see me as Alexandra, you will respect her just as much as Ms. Tery. Do you have any questions?" "I have a job." I said. "You will keep your job. You must be a productive member of society. Is there anything else?" "You knew of how Emily treated me and denied me certain things?" "Yes. She and I were rivals in school at one time. We graduated from college the same year. Now don't mention her again." "I won't mention her again." "Is that it?" "I guess... I just need to know if I can trust you ..." "Yes. You can trust me, as long as you do not betray either Ms. Tery or Alexandra. Do you understand that?" She said. "Yes, I do, Alexandra." I said. "The consequences for your betrayal will be severe. Goodnight now." She said. "Goodnight, Alexandra." I said. I was awoken by a toe in my mouth. This was the toe on her left foot, the one that Ms. Tery had used to defeat Cathy. This one was colored black. I sucked on her toe and tried to get as much of her foot in my mouth. "That's it. Take it. You were interrupted last night." I looked up and could see she was wearing her mask and had on a shiny black half body suit. Her legs looked stunning. She reached down to her crotch area and popped a button. She lifted the bottom of the piece to reveal a pair of silver panties. Her bottom was full and taut. "I continued to suck her toe and closed my eyes. She smelled of perfume. I did not want to anger her by looking at her panties. "You can look. You are being rewarded for following orders." She said. "Thank you, Ms. Tery." I said. I opened my eyes and took my reward. She looked amazing. She was stunning and wonderfully available for me to worship. "Go ahead. You may touch Ms. Tery's rear." I brought myself to my knees ad placed a hand on her covered butt. I felt I had touched a source of power and a source of inspiration to me. Obedience led me to this. I could see she enjoyed the touch of my hand. I moved down to her leg and felt her dancer's thigh. Her skin was soft and uniform. "How do you feel about your mistress?" She said. "That she is incomparable to anything I have ever known." I said. My hands moved around the front of her thighs. I wanted to feel her strength. "That is enough... this time." She Said. "Thank you, Ms. Tery." I repeated. "Perform your duties and you will be rewarded." She said. She walked away, letting me see the full of her backside in her silver panties. Belonging To Ms. Tery Ch. 02 My Mistress was using me as a footstool. She was resting before we were to go to a Comic-Con about one hour away from her lair. She was already dressed, save for her boots. She was wearing dark, silver tights and had on a shiny, silver leotard. Both her skirt and cape were black and shiny and made out of vinyl. She wore her usual half mask. Her half-moons logo was proudly displayed on her chest. For this costume they were black. I was sniffing her left foot that was hanging in front of my face, while her right one rested on my neck. I had been with her for about two weeks at this point, and had enjoyed every minute of that time. I never knew how satisfying it was to serve as an assistant to a beautiful woman. I still held my warehouse job, but also had the duties of a personal valet now. I had to make sure her needs were met. I was in charge of her dry cleaning, as well as her laundry. I had to keep her vast shoe collection well organized. I was allowed to sniff her shoes, but was forbidden to ejaculate into them. That was not even an option, as she had me in a cock-lock most of the time. I was given money to procure groceries and other essentials. I would have willingly cleaned her loft, but she had a maid service take care of that. "Do you like these tights?" She asked. "Yes, Ms. tery." I said. I had soaked her toe with my saliva, but she did not say anything. "Help Ms. Tery put on her boots." She ordered. Her commands were never harsh and had a slight hint of appreciation in them. She took her foot off my neck and remained seated while I reached for her boots. I marveled at the fitness of her legs. The calves were solid, as was the rest of the leg. I zippered the black, leather boots that came to just under her knees. "Lie down on the ground." She said. I did as she instructed. "Yes, Ms. Tery." I said. She stood up and put on a pair of black gloves then retrieved her whip that was resting on an end table a few feet away. The whip was black and was about 5 feet long. She walked around the room with the whip trailing her. She let the whip slither over my body a couple of times. "There are going to be some sexy ladies at this convention." She said. "Your Mistress requires that you do not ogle any of them. Staring at these bitches will surely earn you a punishment. I do, however, understand that you are probably horny and need some release." "I won't stare at any of them. I promise." I said. "I believe you, but I want you to get some release for your own good." "Yes, Ms. Tery." "I am going to unlock you, so you can take care of that matter now. You surely need some release." She said. "Yes, Ms. Tery." "How long has it been since I allowed you to pleasure yourself?" "It has been a week, Ms. Tery." I unbuttoned my pants and lowered my briefs. My penis looked uncomfortable in its cage. I was locked up good. She held the key out as though I had just won a prize. Which I felt as though I had. She crouched down and started to unlock the mechanism. I was almost fully erect by the time she was done. My member was bobbing in anticipation. She stood back up and looked down at me and nodded her head, giving me permission to begin masturbating. I was hard very quickly. I wondered if she was impressed with my size. I was very close to 7 inches long and 5 inches around. She ran the whip across my torso and brought it to rest just above all the activity. I felt the leather resting on my wrist as I worked myself. "That is very good, Dave." She said. "Thank you, Mistress." I said. I usually called her Ms. Tery, but sometimes felt the need to sound even more submissive, and called her Mistress. She did not mind. Ms. Tery let the whip fall to the ground and lifted her right leg behind her back and grabbed it with her left hand as the other hand pointed at me. She was balancing herself. She was doing a standing scorpion pose. I just stared at her and zoned out. I was grateful for the show. She let the leg fall and kicked at the air a few times. Her powerful legs were so impressive. She walked over to a full length mirror and stood there, seemingly admiring herself. Ms. Tery adjusted her mask and straightened her skirt. She turned back to me and watched me for a good minute. She now got on the ground on all fours and kicked her legs up and back to just above her head in another scorpion pose. I could see this was taking an effort. I was getting close to cumming. She stood up now and looked down at me. Ms. Terry bent down and took hold of me with a gloved hand. I released my grip and let her finish me off. It felt exhilarating having her jerk me off. Her strokes were quick. She stared into my eyes. My face must have looked so pleased. I was cumming in no time. My load shot straight up. Her reflexes were very quick. She moved her head out of the way. I just barely missed getting some on her. "That was very good. We can go now." She announced. I felt very special at that moment. I was honored that Ms. Tery helped me get through a well needed orgasm. I was hopeful that there would be more interactions like that between us. I busied myself with cleaning up my mess. She waited for me by the door. She told me to lock myself up. She watched me as I did so. "Grab our bags when you are finished." She said. "Yes, Ms. Tery." I went and got our two black suitcases and a large handbag she was bringing. "Did you forget something?" She said. "I don't think so. " I answered. "Are you sure?" She said. "I think I have everything." "I just showed you two very difficult poses, and then gave you relief." She said, rather sternly. I did not hesitate. I dropped the bags and got on my knees. "Thank you so much. I am sorry. I was dizzy from the orgasm." I said. I kissed the top of her boots. "Good, Dave. Let's go then." She said. With that we were off. She drove very quickly. The hour long trip took closer to half an hour. She kept her eyes on the road and deftly steered by slower traffic. She did not speak until we were off the expressway. "This is your first event isn't it?" She asked. "Yes, Ms. Tery." I answered. "Please don't take anything too seriously. This is role-playing. Whatever happens, I am still your Mistress. Don't disobey me in the slightest. Do you understand that?" "Yes, Ms. Tery." We arrived at the hotel and used the valet parking. The convention center next door was holding the event. The valet drivers stared at her hungrily as she strutted out of the car and through the lobby doors. I trailed behind her with our bags. I felt that they were envious of me. This was the first time I had ever felt that way when being with a woman. She checked in and I continued to follow her. Once on the elevator, she reached to touch my face with her gloved hand. "Be good and there will be perks like this morning. Trip up and you will not like my punishments. Do you understand?" She said. "Yes, Mistress." I said. I had no intention of disobeying my Mistress. She had me unpack her stuff first and put it in the drawers. I enjoyed feeling all her clothes: her Ms. Tery outfits as well as her street clothes. I especially liked the feel of her under-garments. Her silky panties were my favorites. I tossed my clothes in quickly, as I sensed she was ready to make her grand entrance into the convention area. She was admiring herself in the full length mirror by the door as I was finishing up. I was quiet and just enjoyed the sight of a proud woman appreciating her own beauty. She looked flawless. Her chest held high. Both her hands were on her hips. "How do I look?" She said. "Fabulous. You are Ms. Tery and no one else is like you." I said. "You may lick my boots." She said. I jumped down on the floor and took to my knees. I wanted to do just that. I kissed her boots from the tips and worked my tongue all the way up. I tasted her leather and metal from zipper. She was still as I did this. I wanted to look up her skirt, but knew better than to indulge without her permission or prompting. I waited for her to let me have a peek, but she did not say anything. I wanted to view as much of her as possible. "Let's go." She said. She strutted out of our room and headed toward the elevators. We were the only ones on the elevator until we picked up a couple of male cosplayers on a lower floor. Ms. Tery stood regal and expressionless. They looked at her and seemed to want to speak, but she was not giving off any warm vibes, so they said nothing. Once on the main floor of the convention floor, I was suddenly overwhelmed. There were so many cosplayers running around. People had set up booths to sell merchandise. There were kids with parents filtering through and people not in costume angling about. I was one of the ones not in a costume, but I had a reason for being there. I was there with my Mistress and would serve as her valet. She knew exactly how to navigate her way through the crowd and it certainly helped that people moved out of her way. I was starting to wonder if she was well known on the circuit. Her dual half-moons were announcing her presence and clearing the way for her. More than a few people took her picture or shot video of her. It all seemed normal to her, as though she expected it. She headed to the back of the floor then made a sharp left. I was doing my best to keep up. People were not getting out of the way for me. She flung open a door that led to a stairwell. I was seduced by the sound of her heels on the steps. It was a poignant sound that was announcing her oncoming presence wherever she was going. She climbed two flights of stairs then opened another door. Ms. Terry walked down the hall purposefully. She finally stopped and turned around. She expected me to be there. I was slightly out of breath. She had not changed her breathing. The doors to what appeared to be conference room opened up. I saw no one. "Stay here." She said. My Mistress walked into the room. "You are on time as usual." I heard a male voice say. There were a couple of chairs outside the room. I sat down. I did not have any other orders but to wait for her. I could hear the din of the main floor. It was quiet where I was at. Finally, after about twenty minutes of quiet, the door where we had come through opened. First through was a guy wearing a cheap tuxedo with exaggerated collars on both jacket and shirt. He was wearing a rainbow colored hat. He was holding the door open for a female cosplayer that strutted in with a lot of confidence. She was very tall. The six inch heels on her white boots must have pushed her close to the 6'5" range. She was wearing a white corset and had on a blue skirt and blue cape. She had a long white tail. Her mask was simple: a very pale full plastic face with rosy cheeks. Her blonde hair was in a very long pony-tail that almost served as a second tail. They were walking slowly and finally stopped in front of the door Ms. Terry had gone into. They did not even acknowledge me. The door opened on cue as before and they both walked in. I stayed seated, but could hear the voices inside the room. The voices seemed close at first, but then faded some. I was a little nervous that my Mistress was in there with these people and I was forbidden from going inside. I got up and started pacing. I started to think of the pleasure she had given me that morning. I was wondering when I would be treated like that again. After about 15 minutes, the tuxedo guy came out. "You have to see this." He said. "I was told to stay out here." "She won't see you. I am watching from the doorway." He said. I looked suspiciously at him. I knew that I would be disobeying orders, but at the same time I was worried for Ms. Terry. "I better not." I said. "O.K. It's your loss." He said. My curiosity was very strong. "Wait." I said. I knew I was going to regret my decision to go inside, but my concern for my Mistress was too much to bear. I followed him inside. He let the door close. I had no idea what to expect. I heard a struggle going on. I waited for his next move. He slowly got closer to the edge of the opening to the main room off to the right of the entrance way. He did not want to get a full on view, but wanted to look in on the action from the corner. He looked back at me and motioned for me to switch places with him. I did. I peered around the corner and was suddenly in shock. The blonde giantess had Ms. Tery in her grips. Ms. Tery was facing away the giantess and had her legs wrapped backwards around the waist of the blonde who held Ms. Tery locked to her body with one arm. Her other arm was inside the silver leotard. I could see she was squeezing Ms. Tery's right breast or nipple as my Mistress howled in pain. There was a cameraman filming everything and a photographer taking pictures. Everyone was quiet. The only sounds were of the blonde grunting and of Ms. Tery howling in pain. Ms. Tery looked so small in the grips of the giantess, but she was doing her best to combat her foe. Her legs were locked in and tiring the blonde who was laboring. The combatants turned a bit and I was now looking straight at Ms. Tery. Her cape was off and she looked helpless. I heard her say something to the photographer who looked my way. The cameraman continued filming. The photographer, a middle aged man with not a hint of friendliness, came over to me."You have to leave." He said to me. I was going to protest, but remembered Ms. Tery saying it was all role-playing. I turned around and the door was already held open for me by the now smiling tuxedo man. He had tricked me. He knew that I was in trouble for sure. I walked out and started my pacing again. I could not sit. I was in fear for Ms. Tery and for what she would do to me once the session was over. I was worried that I had made a mistake and felt I had not been a loyal servant. Another half hour passed and Ms. Tery finally emerged from the room. She looked a bit crumpled and tired. The first thing she did was shoot me a look of disdain. She did not say a word but started to walk down the hallway. I followed her as best I could. She was moving very fast. I tried my best to keep up with her, but she was walking furiously through the convention center. People just moved out f her way. I wanted to apologize as we walked, but did not say anything. Once in the hotel room, she kicked the door shut and told me to go into a corner and sit on the floor. She had me face the wall. She said nothing, but I sensed that she was furious. I could hear her opening drawers and taking out clothes/costumes, and then finally go into the bathroom. The shower was running. After a long while she came out and said nothing. I could hear her getting dressed. I wondered what she may have been putting on, but was not going to turn around. The door slammed shut and I was left staring at the wall. I contemplated just getting up and returning to my previous life, although surely without Cathy, but could not bring myself to do so. I wanted to be with Ms. Tery. I reasoned that if I were not able to withstand her punishment for my disobedience, I would leave, but was going to wait until the punishment was meted out. I thought of how harsh Cathy had been with me, and whether or not she would take me back. I really didn't want her to take me back. Being with Ms. Tery was the best thing that had ever happened to me and I wanted nothing else. The mistreatment from Cathy never really offered a reward. Being with Ms. Tery was reward enough. She was a true diva. She finally came back a few hours later. The door did not slam shut this time. She was quiet for a few minutes before she spoke. "Turn around." She said. I did as I was told. She was sitting at the edge of the king-sized bed. She was wearing the outfit she had on when we first met: the black, full body suit. 'Did you stay in that position the whole time?" She said. "Yes, Mistress." I said. "Go to the bathroom then." I walked to the bathroom with my head bowed. I looked down as my urine streamed out through the opening in the lock. I felt relief, but worried she was going to be harsh with me. I went back into the room and sat back down on the floor. "Do you know why I am angry?" She asked. "I disobeyed you, Mistress." I said. "Yes. You did." "It was the valet. He tricked me, Mistress. He..." "Don't blame that fool." "Sorry, Mistress." I said. "Tonight you are sleeping in that corner. I had planned for you to sleep at my feet, if you had done as you were told." I cringed that I was going to miss out on that. "Yes, Mistress." I said. "Tomorrow you are to stay in that corner all day. I will order room service for you. You may go to the bathroom as needed. No shower." She said. "Yes, Mistress." "We will leave the following morning and you will be punished once we get back home. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress." "Turn back around." She said. "Yes, Mistress." I turned back around and sat in silence. I sensed she had busied herself with changing out of her outfit. She then made a few phone calls. I could hear her tapping on her laptop. Room service brought her dinner. When she was finished eating, she brought me the leftovers. Eating her unfinished food felt like a reward, but I was not going to say that to her. I merely thanked her. The next morning, I was asleep when I heard the door slam. I missed her that morning. I had no idea what she was wearing. I sensed that she was going to be gone all day and was not going to return until the evening. True to her word, room service came for all three meals. I stayed in my spot the whole time, except to answer the door for room service and to go to the bathroom. I felt as though I were a child. At one point I wanted to cry, but did not. I knew I would probably be made to cry once we got home. I dozed off to sleep and thought I heard her come back but was not sure if I was dreaming. In the morning Ms. Alexandra was kicking me with her foot to wake me up. I looked up and saw her without her mask. Her face looked beautiful, but was not offering any compassion. She wore a white sweater, black stockings and black skirt. She had on a pair of brown, mid-calf boots. "Pack up. We have to go." That is all she said. "Yes, Ms. Alexandra." I was thinking that I might be able to discuss what had happened with Ms. Alexandra, now that she was not in Ms. Tery mode. I was going to try while we drove back. I carefully folded and packed her clothing. I felt her worn panties for maybe a little too long. I saw Alexandra look at me disapprovingly. Half-way through our return trip, which was taking a little longer, I decided to talk to Ms. Alexandra. "I feel bad for what I did to Ms. Tery. She didn't listen to me when I told her that I was tricked..." "That is between the two of you. I can't help you there." She said. I stared out the window and decided I had to be strong, because punishment was coming. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" I yelled. She was not even counting as she whipped my bare ass. Her whip that had slithered over my body before our trip was now being used to hurt me. She would pause a moment, leading me to believe it was over, then would resume. I was counting in my head, but after about ten, I lost track of how many times I was hit. She was dressed in a black corset with her logo in silver across the mid-section. She wore a very sexy, silver thong and had on thigh-high, black boots. Her silver mask only covered her eyes. She looked hotter than I had ever seen her look. I started with an erection, but had it literally whipped out of me. She used her whip vigorously. She did not say anything as she did so. When the whipping finally ended, I fell to the floor. She walked over to me and I hugged her leg. I was trying to find comfort in her legs. Belonging To Ms. Tery Ch. 02 "Get off me!" She ordered. I was so sore. "Stand up and take off your shirt and socks.' I stood up and did as I was told to do. She took me by the hand and led me to the storage room which was now empty. She said nothing as she led me into the room. The room was about 10" x 10" and did not have windows. The walls were concrete and cold and the floor was metal and even colder. Her heels sounded foreboding as she walked around the room. She exited the room without saying a word, taking the light with her, and closed the door. I heard it lock. My first thought was that I had to be at my job the following morning. It was close to eight at night. I had no idea how long she was going to keep me in the room. I was already cold and uncomfortable. My ass was in pain. I was sure it was red and possibly bleeding. I only wore the cock-lock. I tried to get comfortable but was not able to. The metal floor was not going to allow me to get any sleep. I stood for as long as I could. I was pacing back and forth to keep warm. When I tired of that, I positioned myself in a corner and crouched. I had no idea how the time was moving. After what seemed like hours, the door opened and in walked Ms. Tery in the same outfit. She took me by the hand. I struggled to walk. I was cold and achy. I stared at her bare butt as she led me to her bed. It was perfect, flawless. She had prepared a mattress and a comforter by the side of her bed. "Go to sleep." She said. I got on the mattress ad covered myself. I was so grateful to feel warmth. I fell asleep right away. Ms. Alexandra woke me up in the morning. I was so tired. "It's time to go to work." She said. "Thank you for waking me up, Ms. Alexandra." I said. There was no time to shower. I went into my room and dressed quickly. Alexandra was dressed for work. She had not put on her shoes yet. She was eating a power bagel and was drinking coffee. "You can have what is left of my breakfast." She said. "Thank you, Ms. Alexandra." I said. I walked over to the kitchen counter and started to eat what was left of her breakfast. I looked up at Alexandra, who was staring at me. I felt as though there was just the slightest trace of compassion on her face. "Heels." She said. "Gold tips." "Yes, Ms. Alexandra." I said. I moved fast. I went into her closet and retrieved a pair of three inch heels with gold tips. I rushed to get them on her feet. I dared not look up her skirt. Her feet, in black stockings, glided into the shoes. "Gold scarf." She said. "Yes, Ms. Alexandra." I ran back into her closet and found a gold scarf. I placed the scarf around her neck. I was mesmerized by her pale beauty. For an instant I thought Of Ms. Tery in the clutches of the blonde. Ms. Alexandra looked softly at me, and then patted me on the side of my face, before she headed out. I watched her walk away from me and felt as though the punishment was over. I would find out for sure later with reappearance of Ms. Tery.