Seduction: The Story of M by L. A. Cloutier Read Free Book Online

which I complied, while he sat back down in his chair. He looked at me for a few moments and then took a few bites of his food while I looked at his gray nylon socks.
    “Would you like some food , Princess?” he asked coyly still chewing on a morsel.
    “Yes please,” I said softly without looking up at him.
    “Yes please, Sir ” he corrected me. “And you are required to look at me while you speak to me.”
    I tried again, in order to please him that I might be rewarded with something from the tray of food .
    “Much better my pet, now move closer to me. I would like your head to hang just above my crotch while you sit in that same position and I want you to beg for some food.”
    Anger welled up inside of me as I leaned forward, placing my hands on the floor, my ass rising shamefully as I crawled closer to him, positioning myself between his open thighs so that my head was positioned just above his crotch. My breasts hung in a resting position partly touching his thighs. He reached to my left breast, tweaking my nipple, causing it to become hard and then did the same to the other as I felt my insides starting to shake.
    “Speak pet, tell me what you desire ,” he commanded.
    I looked up at his face. “Please, Sir, may I have some food?” I asked trying to sound as meek as possible.
    He took a small piece of breaded fish and laid it on his crotch. “Eat it from my crotch, pet, and while you do, embrace the feeling of humility.”
    I reached to take the fish and he grabbed my wrist and squeezed it hard. I yelped just a little and looked at him. My eye’s begging him of what I’d done wrong.
    “I said to embrace your humility pet. You will eat your meal from my crotch without the use of your hands.”
     His words were stern but the look in his eyes showed a mild excitement. I lowered my palm back to my thigh and lowered my head, bending just enough to pick up the food with my teeth and eat it. He repeated this four more times and each time, I would accept the food by way of lowering my face to his groin.
    My shame, as well as my hatred for him continued to build. You sick bastard . I felt his finger under my chin, prying my eyes up to meet his. I knew he could see the brimming tears in them that I was trying not to let fall, as I swallowed the bit of food in my mouth.
    “Is this hard for you , my Precious?”  There was an evident smile on his face as he took a drink of wine from his glass.
    “Yes , Sir,” I whispered, blinking and a single tear rolled down my reddened face.
      Surely this is what he meant by degrading. I felt like a controlled animal, conditioned to respond according to the master’s wishes in order to receive my reward. He lowered his glass to my lips and told me to drink as he tilted it up. Some of it dribbled from my lower lip and ran down my chin then to my neck. The wine was bitter and dry, I didn’t like it very much, but I drank none the less. He took a cloth napkin from the tray and wiped at the spilled wine.
    “Lean yourself back a little , pet, and let me see that submissive pose I showed you.” He sounded amused.
    I complied with his orders, inching myself backwards a few inches, arching my back with my legs spread, one foot under each of my buttocks while I rested my hands on my thighs and looked down at the soft shag carpet.
    I could feel my nose wanting to run as another tear fell and rolled off my cheek, landing on my right nipple. I peeked up through the hair over my eyes and watched as he open his belt and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them open, and exposing his semi-hard member. Resentment ignited, knowing what he was going to order me to do next and my bottom lip started to quiver.
    He put a small cut up piece of fruit in his pubic hair next to his cock and ordered me to come and get it. I paused momentarily, looking up at his face, my eyes begging for him not to desecrate me this way.
      “Do it now ,” he ordered.  “You must learn to do what you are told,