The bed felt weird, no pillows, the sheets were softer than he was used to, and - he stopped, realising the heavy weight on his crotch were sock-covered feet, and whose feet.
Everything started to flood back as he reached a hand up to his collar, making sure it wasn't a dream.
The thick leather was still there, he ran his fingers over the plate, spelling out his own name.
He looked up the bed, seeing Brittney staring back at him, a grin on her face. "It's about time you woke up. I was wondering if you'd need some encouragement." She moved her foot, pressing down on his cock which started to stiffen as if on reflex.
"Hey, Brittney" he smiled, stretching as he smiled back.
"Just "hey"?" Brittney rolled her eyes and turned away. "It's like you're not even happy to see me. Maybe instead of encouragement you'd prefer something a little bit more punishing." She raised her foot, and Marco panicked, moving his body as he tried to calm her.
"I mean, g-good morning, Mistress!" He still found the word a little strange, but knew he had to get used to it. After all, this was his life now. And he'd seen Brittney's kicks, he'd no desire to be on the receiving end of one. "Thank you for the opportunity to serve you yesterday!"
He shut his eyes, trying to brace himself for the impending pain.
Only to feel a gentle stroking instead. He opened an eye again, risking a glance, and saw her foot rubbing up against his dick. "That's so much better. I'm so glad you're quick to learn. It'll make training you so much more fun."
"Thank you," he said again, relief washing over him. "Should I d-" the word caught in his throat as she picked up the pace, her other foot joining in as she started jerking him off.
"No, you just sit there. You've kept me waiting, so I want to have a bit of fun with my pet." He wasn't about to refuse her, even if he could. Her socks just felt incredible on his dick, and he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to hold out.
He clenched his hands, trying to maintain a grip as Brittney continued, her big toe rubbing across his head, the sock coming back stained with pre-cum. "Wow, so close?" Brittney laughed, "And I thought my handjob had made you come quickly."
She sat up, the sight of her naked breasts perking Marco up even more, he shook, shutting his eyes to try and block out the stimulation. But he could still hear her voice, "Now tell me, pet. Which feels better, my hands or my feet?"
It was too cruel a question, the way she was teasing him was making it hard to focus on anything, let alone compare it to how the hand-job had felt days ago. At the moment he could only think of one thing, Brittney's "Feet!"
He didn't realise he'd said it out loud until Brittney snorted with laughter. "Every time I think I know you, you show me some new perversion." She champed down, one foot on either side of his cock and started to pump. "You want my feet, fine. A dog like you should be happier like that."
Marco tried to hold his breath, he was too close, it felt far too good. He barely held on as she rubbed him to- "Fuuuuuck" he cried, his voice cracking under the assault as his cum shot up, coming down to splatter and stain Brittney's socks.
She didn't even stop, still stroking his softening cock, rubbing a coating of cum all over him, before finally, and mercifully, pulling back.
"Ugh, look what you've done." Brittney waved her legs, cum dripping off the socks. "Well since you love socks so much, you should have no problem taking them off."
At the moment, Marco wanted to do nothing more than lay there, all his energy drained by the orgasm she'd inflicted on him. But he couldn't, he'd stained them, he was to blame for it, and her words provided all the drive he needed.
He sat up, and took a hold of her left sock at the knee, rolling it down her leg, absent-mindedly stroking her smooth skin as he did so. Only when he caught sight of her smirk did he realise what he'd been doing, and got back to work, pulling off the sock feeling it squish with his cum between his fingers.
He dropped the sock into his lap, and worked on the other one, tugging it down until it too was a wadded ball of cum stained cotton.
"That's much better," she stretched her legs, draping one over his shoulder, letting him feel the smoothness with his own face. "Now how about we go have a shower. I need to get cleaned up."
He nodded, still barely aware of her words until they sunk in. "Wait, together?" The memories of Brittney's bathroom from last night returned, the shower cubicle where her towel had been. It was far too cramped for two people, and yet...
"Yes, you'll be cleaning me off." She pulled her leg away, and pulled closer. "After all, you've been the one who's stained me. You should learn to clean up your messes."
He nodded, eager to prove his worth.
Marco's reflection stared back at him, this time nude except for his collar. As Brittney turned on the shower, letting it work up to a higher temperature, he found himself staring at his naked body.
He'd never really been naked before, even back at home he'd only been naked for showers or when changing. And now he'd even slept naked, he wasn't even ashamed of having his dick hanging out - even if he really did need to wash off the cum.
It seemed almost quaint that he'd have once freaked over being striped naked by his Mistress. He'd got so much to thank her for.
"Hey, pet!" He turned his focus back to her. And she thrust out a sponge and shower gel into his hands. "You better get me nice and clean."
He went to join her as she walked in, only for his guess to prove right, it was far too cramped for him to get in as well. "Um, what do you think you're doing?" She asked as he tried to squeeze in with her.
"I was going to get in the shower with you?" Marco held up the sponge to demonstrate.
She rolled his eyes and turned her back to him, the water spreading down it as a torrent. "Not enough space you idiot. Instead you just clean what you can get to from out there."
Marco shrugged, and squeezed out some shower gel into the sponge, soaking it in the flow of water, and then started to clean.
He brushed her wet hair aside, running the sponge down her back, scrubbing her skin as his eyes followed the trickles of water running down toward her ass.
Brittney must have noticed his attention somehow, as she started bending over, her hands firmly placed against the back wall of the shower, and raised her butt into the air. Marco took the invitation, sponging all over her ass, washing off sweat and anything else that was tainting her.
He knelt, rubbing the sponge along her thighs, squeezing out the foamy water to cascade down her legs as he cleaned her, the shower splashing off her back and into his hair as he cleaned her.
"Make sure you do a good job," Brittney commanded, looking over her shoulder to try and watch him. Marco didn't bother to respond, too engrossed in her legs, using his hands and the sponge to scrub her down, feeling her body as he went.
He could feel their strength, the thick leg muscles that so easily pinned and overpowered him, the way she tensed as he ran hand down her, bringing more water to clear away any speck of dirt.
It was only when Brittney changed her position, turning around to face him, that Marco snapped out of his trance. Looking up at her, he blushed from embarrassment at being distracted like that. She just smirked, and gestured to her chest. "You did well cleaning the back, but you've still got some work to do."
Marco started to stand, eagerly bringing up the sponge to Brittney's chest, squeezing it between her modest breasts. His hand cupping them with barely contained excitement. He'd never imagined he'd be enjoying playing with a girl's chest like this, even if he was cleaning them. Despite everything, he felt his dick, still sticky with drying cum, getting hard at this.
Brittney didn't say anything, even though he couldn't hide it, instead just enjoying him groping and cleaning her. She reached out behind her, letting her hair get soaking wet in the shower stream, and then smiled. "Good job, Diaz. You've helped me get cleaned up. Now, you go get dressed while I put on my dry myself and put on my make up."
"But-" Marco couldn't stop himself from protesting, "I need to shower, I'm still stic-"
Brittney's smile became even more vicious as her eyes gleamed. "You're forgetting, that for everything I do for you, you're still my pet. This is my shower, not yours. If you wanna get cleaned up, you'll have to do so when you go home." She gave him a little push, before adding. "Or, if you'd prefer, I can get the hose again, give you a good cleaning with that."
Marco thought of being exposed in Brittney's garden, in the middle of the day, as she hosed him down. "I'll shower when I get home."
"Well, it's your choice." She gave him another shove, and left her to dry up, heading back to the bedroom.
He looked at his pile of clothing, and resigned himself to not being able to get clean. He tried to ignore the way the panties felt on his cum stained crotch as he pulled them up, and slipped on the rest of his clothes. Carefully tucking Star's dress into the gym bag, he felt anxiety rise. He really hoped Star wouldn't notice it had gone missing before he had a chance to wash it.
When Brittney came out of the bathroom, towel hugging her body, Marco was sitting uncomfortably on her bed. She smiled, "How's it feel?"
He shifted his position a little, "Not great," he confessed, and wishing he'd thought to bring a change in underwear.
She came over and hugged him, holding his head to her towel. "Don't worry, soon you'll be loving it." The worst thing was, she was probably right. "Do you have your phone?"
It took him a moment to grab it, but when he held it up, she yanked it from his grasp, walking over to where she'd placed hers the previous night. She held them both for a moment, fiddling with them, before she tossed Marco's back to him. "There you go, I thought you'd appreciate having a way for me to contact you. You don't need to be worried about being cut off from my commands."
He nodded as he looked at the new contact, unsurprisingly just labelled as Mistress. "Thank you."
She smirked and grabbed her wadded up socks, "and here, another gift. I know how much you love my legs." Marco took them, shivering with discomfort at the way the sticky cotton felt between his fingers. "Thank you," he repeated, and then finished it with "Mistress."
Brittney grinned, "now you should probably get home. Before your little princess wonders where you've gotten to."
Marco grabbed his bag, stuffing the socks in along with the dress. He was at a loss for words, he wanted to thank her again, but was worried he'd sound like a broken record. He opened his mouth, and let it hang for a moment. Brittney just rolled her eyes. "I know, I know. It's hard enough getting separated from your owner. But if you don't go soon, someone might see you, and I'm not willing to share you with anyone."
He settled on nodding, and went to leave, eyes still glued to his phone.
The washing machine churned away, with Star's dress, Brittney's socks, and Sabrina's panties spinning around. Marco watched them, desperately hoping it would finish soon before Star woke-
"Hey Marco!"
-up.
"Good morning Star!" He turned, hoping his face didn't reveal any of his panic. "You're up early!" He said pointlessly.
"Could say the same about you," she yawned. "Just couldn't find the dress I wanted, just came down to check if it was put for washing." Marco glanced at the machine. Hoping she didn't look any clos- "Ah, here it is!" She grabbed a blue dress from a pile Marco had shoved out the way. "Oooh, freshly cleaned!" she rubbed her face against it.
"Well, see you later!" she waved, and popped out of the room, only to poke her head back in. "By the way, I tried wearing a choker once, they do not make good fashion choices. You might want to rethink that."
As she vanished, Marco froze. Choker? His hand went up to his neck, the collar was still there. He'd been wearing it home, and Star had seen it.
He pulled up his hood over his head and focused on the tumbling clothes. Trying to ignore the thrill of excitement and panic that had shot through him.