Out Of The Ordinary by Sillien

This story is dedicated to Ms. Susannah Clary,
Who has extended her hand to me,
And allowed me to accompany her for a time.
I am humbled to be allowed to be with her.


Every weekday Simon would get a text telling him to unlock the door and await Mistress' arrival. Sometimes he would be there for five minutes. Others as much as thirty. He would kneel there, hands behind his back, eyes gazing down at the floor in front of him. Every second would be filled with the expectation of seeing her again.

Eventually the doorknob would twist. She would enter the foyer, close the door behind her, and walk into his field of vision. He would be allowed a few moments to gaze on her heels before a finger would slip under his chin and lift his head up. Mistress would smile, and so would he.

She would point to her heels and say "You may kiss them, pet." He would smile a little more and bend over to worship his mistress' shoes with deep and tender kisses. A snap of her fingers a minute later was his signal to kneel up again. "Come get me out of these clothes." She walked to the bedroom with him following behind where he would help her slip into something more comfortable. This usually just meant sweatpants, or shorts when the weather was warmer, but it was a ritual that he looked forward to every day.

This day was a little different. The text came much later than it usually did. There had been no mention of dinner earlier, so he assumed that she was bringing something, though she would often tell him if that was the case. Most curious.

The doorknob turned. Her heels clicked on the tiles. She closed the door behind her and stood in front of him as she usually did. This time, though, she began digging through her purse. The boy tended to have a very expressive face, and he was struggling to not show his confusion at this diversion from the usual routine.

The rustling stopped, and she dropped it right in front of him. It hit the tile with a plop. He knew what it was. It took him a moment to accept it. They had talked about this many times. Talked about how much it turned them on. Talked about how it would happen one day. When he woke up this morning Simon did not imagine that this would be the day he would be staring at a used condom pulled from his mistress' purse.

Usually he was given permission to kiss her heels when she walked in. Today she tapped her foot on the tile and commanded him with just the word "Kiss." Simon bent over and placed his lips on the toe of her shoe. His chin hovered less than an inch from the condom. Every now and again it scraped against it. He smell the two of them. There was no question that this had been inside his mistress. Her scent was unmistakable to him.

A typical day would have him down here for a minute. Two at the most. He had been doing this for five. If he had been allowed to look up, he would have been terrified by the most wicked grin he had ever seen on her face. His submission meant even more to her right now. Him knowing what she had just done. Knowing that she had taken another man to bed, and dropped proof of it right in front of his face. Flaunting it. Telling him that yes, she can and will do that, and he will still kneel before her and worship at her feet.

"Stop," she ordered, and he knelt up. "Take off my coat," she said, and he stood up and complied. "Come," and she walked into the bedroom with him close behind. She stretched her arms out, signaling him to slip off her suit jacket. Then her blouse. Her skirt and all the rest. She lifted her feet up one at a time and he knelt down and slid her heels off. Stripped of all but her stockings, she strolled over to her reading chair in the corner of the room.

She sank into the chair and stretched her feet out, curling them upwards. A snap of her fingers and a point was enough to tell Simon to get on his knees. His lips pressed against the balls of her feet, and she folded her hands behind her head and sighed. The sight of him lovingly kissing at the bottoms of her stockinged feet made her grin. The kisses were as tender as they had always been. Perhaps even deeper than before. This time he could steal a glance at her face. That smile...she knew. She knew that she could do this to him. Lay with another man. Come back home. Have him yearning to submit to her. That wicked, teasing smile. She knew he belonged to her.

After a few minutes of that she pulled away and spread her legs, tapping a finger on her pussy lips. Simon leaned in. It had probably been an hour, no more than two, since another man had been inside her. He began kissing his mistress' lips. Softly at first. His mind snapped back to the condom on the floor. The used condom, glistening on the outside with her juices, filled on the inside with her lover’s. The kisses became longer. Slower. His tongue slid up and down, massaging her. He thought of that cock, pumping in and out of her, and how tired she might be down here. That cock, thrusting. Filling and stretching her. Oh, this poor, tired pussy. He worked his tongue in. Softly. Barely pressing as he eased against her walls. Walls that had just recently been parted in the throes of passion. His desire to please this woman and submit to her was as great as it had ever been.

She laid a hand on the top of his head. Pulled him in. Wanting more. Her thighs closed in around his head. Her foot brushed against his fully erect cock, the nylon sliding over that sensitive skin. Simon's tongue started to move faster. His lips pressing up against her pussy’s. Her hips starting to gyrate. She whispered one command to him.”

“Edge.”

His fingers wrapped around his cock. With each lap of his tongue he stroked. The thought of that other man thrusting only helped push him further. Now both of her hands were on his head. Her hands and thighs were like a vice pressing in on him as her hips moved. She bit her lip. Gasps escaped her. The tip of his tongue found her clit and started rubbing it. His lips starting sucking on it. Gasps turned into little yelps, with moans sprinkled in here and there. His own passion reached the edge, moaning himself right into mistress’ pussy. He was so close to erupting, right then and there.

Right until she whispered, “Stop.”

His hand dropped immediately, his passion denied. Doing that to him right now had her screaming...writhing...cumming all over his face. She kept his head there as her panting died down, rubbing her hands over his head. “Get into my bed,” she said. She let herself cool down for just a minute before sliding in next to him. Putting her arm around him and clutching him to her, the big spoon to his little spoon. Simon turned his head around to see her smiling again, but not that grin she had before. No, this smile was warm. It was loving. She slid her hand over his cheek, brought her lips to meet his, and they lay there kissing for a very long while before the couple fell asleep.

The End