The Deal Ch. 33-34

Chapter 33

About three weeks later, nothing had changed for Roman. The young man still served Lady Petra around the clock and spent the few hours when he was not slaving for his mistress locked in his cage. The beautiful lady had long since ceased to regard him as an equal, but treated him only as a lowly being who existed only to serve her.

Since that night with Silke, he constantly thought of the blonde beauty, who seemed to ignore him completely. If only he could remember what had happened then. Fortunately, Lady Petra knew nothing about it. For some reason, Silke had probably not told her mother, for which Roman was infinitely grateful.

Meanwhile, the young man had completely internalized his life as a slave. The daily and often hours-long brainwashing of his very eloquent mistress, had completely reprogrammed his self-perception and even his consciousness.

Even though he sometimes still thought of the time before his new life as a slave and property of Lady Petra, it seemed almost unreal to him. He had probably always been submissive, but only this very special woman had made him what he was now. A slave and her property.

Therefore, it was probably not his place to just think about that morning when he had awakened in Silke's bed. After all, she was the daughter of his mistress and owner and he was probably worth less than the dirt under the soles of her shoes.

Since his sister Bella was very busy at work and absent due to several business trips, Roman had only been allowed to leave Lady Petra's house briefly to run errands. Therefore, he had spent the last few days almost uninterruptedly on his knees in front of his lady.

Almost perfectly trained, fulfilled her every wish and gratefully licked the floor at her feet. For many hours, naked and chained in the cage, he had inhaled the scent of her heels and sucked her foot sweat from her nylons. Only to kiss her feet gratefully when she let him out of the cage.

His life no longer revolved only around his mistress. She was his life now. This blonde beauty not only controlled his thoughts and actions more, but now filled them almost completely. He loved and feared her at the same time.

When Silke entered the living room late that morning, still a little sleepy, she could hardly believe her eyes. Roman was actually kneeling in front of her mother with his head bent to the floor and his arms outstretched, repeating praising words continuously.

The beautiful student shook her head in disbelief. But there was no doubt. The young man who had been serving as a slave in this house for months was actually praying to her mother. With crossed arms, the young lady watched the spectacle for a moment, while Petra smiled at her with great delight. Just as Silke was about to confront her mother, the young man started again.

Divine Lady Petra,

hallowed be thy name

thy will be done

forever and ever

almighty goddess

you are the light that guides

your beauty is my inspiration

you are my wise master and owner

your grace guides me to sacrifice all worldly passions and desires

I seek not riches or fame but the grace to live at your feet

only your presence gives life meaning

I will want for nothing as long as I'm allowed to serve you

I sacrifice myself adoringly for your grace

I fear you and love you

you are all what is good and great

I pray in the name of Lady Petra

I repent all my sins against you and seek your forgiveness

clance my heart, so I may follow your commands

and live my lowly life according to your word

neverending labour in your name and total sacrifice is the only reward I seek

I may be blind to the wisdom of your harshness guidance

but ever help me to bow a low to your will and be gratefull in submission

kneeling at your feet is affirmation of life well spent

praised be the name of my owner

the one true light is service to you

praised be Lady Petra

you are beauty and glory

forever you may reign

Silke looked at her mother in amazement. "What's going on here? Is this some kind of weird joke?" The attractive Petra leaned back in her chair, completely satisfied with this situation, and smiled at her daughter.

"Good morning, sweetheart. Did you have a good night's sleep? And what do you say? Isn't it absolutely wonderful? My slave is praying to me!"

Skeptically, the student of about the same height shook her head. "You're not serious, are you? Isn't it enough for you to keep Roman as a slave? Does he have to pray to you now, too?"

"But Silke, what do you think of me. You know very well that I don't force him to do anything. Roman loves me and adores me so much that he serves me voluntarily. He worships me so much that he wants to make my life easier and more beautiful in every possible way. Isn't it touching how much he sacrifices himself for me?"

Her beautiful daughter still wrinkled her nose skeptically, while Petra casually snapped her fingers once. Well trained, Roman immediately kissed her feet passionately and absolutely submissively.

"Isn't he cute? He even begged me quite lovingly to let him pray to me. I think he really sees in me a real goddess. Did you hear how he prayed to me from the bottom of his heart?"

Annoyed, the young woman tied her blond hair. "Don't you think his behavior is more due to the new whips and the strange board you bought yesterday and showed him right away?"

In disbelief, Petra looked at her. "You mean the humbler and the bull whip? I only showed them to him because I was so pleased with the good quality and fair price. My slave knows that I only use these things when his behavior or training requires it. Besides, it gives me no pleasure to whip him or inflict pain on him. If I do, I do it only for him and because I want the best for him. Even though you may not believe it, a slave needs the whip of his mistress every now and then. And even if you don't like it, but Roman is destined to live as a slave. Besides, I am firmly convinced that I, on the other hand, am destined to live as a mistress and keep him as my slave."

When the slender student only grinned, shaking her head, her mother snapped her fingers again.

"Go ahead slave! You may continue to pray!"

Immediately the naked young man obeyed and submissively repeated his prayer to his imperious owner.

After Roman served his mistress lunch and then massaged her feet under the table as usual, he did his domestic duties in the afternoon.

While Lady Petra pursued sporting activities to keep her immaculate body in shape, the young man did her laundry and cleaned her bedroom. Well practiced, he covered her bed with new sheets and hand washed her expensive lace underwear.

After she showered and styled herself, her young slave immediately cleaned the bathroom. After that, the dominant lady made Roman crawl into his small room. Completely naturally she pointed at the cage.

"I don't need your services until tonight. So go ahead, crawl into your cage, slave! Since you've been such a good boy today, I might have a little surprise for you after dinner. We will see. I'm very proud of you, by the way. You are now very close to becoming the slave that a woman like me deserves. If you want to lick my sports shoes clean and worship them by the evening, now is your chance to ask me for permission."

About the same time, Bella visited her mother for coffee. Caring, the mature lady looked at her daughter.

"It's so nice that you finally came to visit me again. How was your business trip? Did you have a good flight? Oh Bella, you are so thin. Are you eating enough?"

Smiling kindly, the black-haired beauty took a sip from her cup. "I'm sure it's just the stress. Your coffee is still the best, by the way. I've missed you so much."

Pleased, her mother smiled fondly. "But something does seem to be bothering you. Come on, tell me, what's wrong? Are you having trouble at work?"

Hesitantly, Bella answered. "Oh, it's not because of me. It's because of Roman. Actually, I promised him I wouldn't talk to you about it, but I just don't know what to do anymore."

Startled and worried, her still-attractive mother looked at her. Now that Bella had told her the whole story in detail, the mature lady took a sip of her coffee relatively calmly. Astonished, the attractive Bella looked at her.

"Isn't it unbelievable what this woman is doing to Roman?"

The mature lady looked at her daughter in a friendly but firm manner. "Yes it is. Still, that doesn't give you the right to take advantage of this situation. This has to stop. Roman is your brother and not your servant or anything else. Do you understand me, Bella?"

Protesting, the spirited young lady slammed her cup down on her plate. But her attempts to explain, as well as further details of Roman's life in Petra's house, did not change her mother's statement, who looked at her in irritation.

"How did you imagine this? Do you want Roman to live with you? As your servant?"

Indignantly, the young lady defended herself. "I would have done this only for him, to free him from Petra's clutches. I thought it would be better for him. If he wants to live this way, then he should live as a servant of someone who loves him and cares for him. I actually thought we could share this burden. After all, I don't think anyone cares about him more than you and me."

Speechless for a moment, her mother also placed her cup on the table. "But Bella, how can you think of such a thing? I can't treat my own son like that. Even though it might be the easiest way to be sure he's safe. What if it is his free wish to live like this and he really loves Petra? What right do we have to interfere? After all, just like you, he is an adult and makes his own decisions."

"But that's exactly the problem. I don't think he can decide that freely anymore. Maybe we are the last chance for Roman."

Her mother frowned skeptically. "But in order to do that, we would have to give him what he seems to want more than anything in life."

Bella nodded in agreement. "That's exactly how it is. I don't see any other way to get Roman away from Petra than to keep him as a slave ourselves."

Perplexed, the mature lady shook her head. "But surely I can't treat my own son as a slave?"

"I'm sure he would be infinitely grateful to you for that. He would kiss your feet for it. You can't imagine how submissive he has become. Besides, you deserved to have someone do your chores for you."

"You really think so? I don't know! Why can't Roman just be normal?"

Her beautiful daughter nodded again in agreement. "Yes, that would be the easiest thing. Then we wouldn't have to have this conversation and we wouldn't have to worry about him."

In the late evening Silke returned from the university. Exhausted from a boring but overlong lecture, she met Roman in the kitchen, who was scrubbing the floor on his knees. To his surprise, the blonde beauty sat down at the table and looked down at him.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you. I'm starving. Do we have any food left in the house?"

After greeting Silke in a friendly manner, he served the beautiful blonde a sandwich shortly after and then went down on his knees in front of her as if automatically. A little unsettled, he continued to scrub the floor, since it had been weeks since Silke had spoken more than three words to him.

While the blonde devoured the sandwich, she suddenly looked him straight in the eye.

"I still wanted to apologize for my behavior. I'm really sincerely sorry for ignoring you these past few days. But you have to understand that sometimes it almost breaks my heart how she treats you. But let's leave that subject. I also wanted to thank you for being such a gentleman and not taking advantage of the situation then. You know, when we both had way too much to drink. Anyway, thank you."

Touched, Roman looked at her as the blonde beauty suddenly took off her shoes.

"It's strange that it was actually my shoes that got you into this situation in the first place. Can you still remember? There were times when you did everything for me and I took complete advantage of you. I'm very sorry for all that. I never wanted all this to take on such proportions and you have to live here as a slave of my mother.

Have I already told you that soon I will move into my own apartment? The lease is already signed. Since I will soon be earning my own money, it's about time that I become independent. It would be nice if you could help me with the move then. Also, there is a lot of cleaning to do in the beginning. Please understand this as a request between friends and not as a command. I would of course also show my gratitude. You could also choose your reward. Although, to be honest, I already have my suspicions."

Grinning, she slipped back into her shoes, which she seductively presented to him. While the beautiful student left the kitchen, she turned to Roman again, shaking her head.

"Oh, by the way, I didn't know you were a believer until this morning."

Shamed, the young man lowered his gaze.

Chapter 34

A few days later Roman knelt in front of his mistress and already well practiced pedicure her feet, while the blonde lady was busy with her smartphone. She had not spoken to him for an hour when she suddenly put the phone away and inspected his work.

"That looks pretty neat already. Your skills have improved considerably. You'll have to file my toenails a bit more, though."

Intimidated, the young man nodded, who had already been doing housework since the morning hours and was also serving the beautiful lady and obeying her word.

"Oh, did I actually tell you that Silke has found an apartment? As soon as she has the promise for the job, she wants to sign the lease. I'll probably have to support her financially for the first few weeks. But the details are not important to you. You are only here to serve and obey me. Aren't you, slave? "

Submissively, he bent his head down to the floor as the attractive lady immediately placed her right foot on the back of his head.

"Yes, Lady Petra. Thank you for the information."

Satisfied, she smiled as her blue eyes suddenly sparkled. "You know what this means? Soon we will be completely undisturbed here. Just you and me. Doesn't that sound exciting?"

Now that she had also placed her left foot on his head, she crossed her legs comfortably.

"You know I love my daughter, but with her completely over-the-top compassion for you, she does get on my nerves sometimes. It is the most normal thing in the world that a mistress can do whatever she wants with her slave. Anyway, I'm already looking forward to very stimulating moments with you."

Laughing, she put her head back for a moment. "So, clean up here now and then you can continue cleaning the stairs. But this time perfectly clean, my dear! Otherwise I'll let you do it with your tongue. Got it? I want my dinner at the usual time. You can clean the windows tomorrow."

When he hesitated for a moment, he was immediately hit by several hard slaps.

"Come on, what are you waiting for? Kiss my feet, thank me and get to work! You wouldn't want me to lose my good mood, would you?"

Immediately, like a whipped dog, Roman bent his head to the floor again and submissively kissed the feet of the self-absorbed lady.

"I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you for allowing me to serve you. You are everything and I am nothing. I live to serve you."

Satisfied, the blonde slave owner patted his head. "Good boy. Always remember, you exist only to make my life more pleasant."

Grinning, she snapped her fingers and her young servant immediately crawled to work.

After a short night and his morning duties, Lady Petra joined Roman in the kitchen while he was emptying the dishwasher. He immediately fell to his knees in front of her and bowed his head to the floor. In a bad mood she grumbled at him.

"Aren't you done here yet? You know I hate it when you dawdle! Hurry up and get dressed afterwards. The plan has changed. Your sister will pick you up in an hour. Since you haven't visited her for a while, you'll stay overnight until tomorrow. Actually, she wanted you longer, but at least that's what we agreed on."

Surprised, the young man kissed the feet of his blonde mistress. "Yes, Lady Petra."

He knew his owner well enough that he naturally noticed that she was anything but happy about it. Nevertheless, she seemed to have no choice but to lend him to Bella as usual. Something seemed to have changed, however, as Bella was apparently no longer willing to be compensated by a one-time payment. Gradually, he became aware that the ladies had long since decided to settle his fate among themselves.

To his further surprise, his mistress saw him off at the door shortly after. While Bella was already waiting for him outside in the car, Petra let the young man kiss her feet again extensively. While she lovingly stroked through his hair, she whispered sensually in his ear.

"See you tomorrow evening. I will miss you, slave. Especially my feet will miss you, don't you think? But my shoes have gotten so used to your tongue, too."

The next moment, she slipped one foot out of her shoe and pressed his face right into her shoe. As if automatically, Roman immediately inhaled the scent of her often worn shoe and after her encouraging request, licked her foot sweat from the inner sole.

"Good boy. You know where you belong, don't you?"

Intoxicated and as if in a trance, the young man replied softly. "You are my mistress and owner. I live to serve you. Thank you very, very much."

Satisfied, the beautiful blonde smiled. "Good boy. Now go. Your sister is already waiting for you."

As soon as Roman got into the car with his sister, she greeted him warmly and immediately started the engine. During the ride, she smiled at him again and again.

"I'm sorry that I haven't had time for you the last few times, but I'm really very busy at work. But this time you may even stay overnight. Isn't that great. Your Lady Petra didn't want to agree at first, but you know how stubborn I can be when I want something badly."

Confused and somewhat absent-minded, the young man just stared. The many events and impressions of the last days and hours had left their mark on him. Perhaps it was all too much for him. After all, he had been serving Lady Petra almost around the clock for many weeks.

Slightly worried, Bella smiled at him. "Everything okay? By the way, there is a lot for you to do. My apartment hasn't been cleaned since your last visit. Also, I have lots of dirty shoes for you to clean and my laundry would need to be done as well. But before that I have a surprise for you."

Mentally still absent, he nodded as if automatically agreeing. However, when the car pulled up in front of their mother's house a few minutes later, he looked at his sister in disbelief and irritation.

With a visibly guilty conscience, the black-haired beauty shrugged her shoulders. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I know I promised you, but I just couldn't keep it to myself any longer. I just didn't know what else to do. Believe me, it's for your own good. Now come inside with me. I'm sure our mother is waiting for us."

Unsure of what to expect, Roman entered the house with his sister, trembling with excitement. There they were greeted with a friendly smile by their mother, who was indeed wearing her most elegant heels to his surprise. But when he again froze with uncertainty, Bella gave him a push.

"What's wrong with you? Say hello to our mother! Get on your knees and kiss her feet!"

Completely shocked, the young man almost fainted. Full of panic, he now waited for a reaction from his mother, who, however, only continued to smile kindly at him.

"It's okay, Roman. Bella told me everything. I know about your secret passions. If you want, you are welcome to kiss my feet to greet me."