A Domme in the Neighborhood - Part 16

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"Are you happy, Adam?" Erica asked.

It was a beautiful fall day and they were walking hand-in-hand through the park. They'd officially been back together - this time as a dom/sub couple - for months and Adam had never been happier, though Erica's question made him wonder if she didn't feel the same way.

"I can honestly say as I'm as happy as I've ever been, Erica," he replied as the fallen leaves crunched under their feet. "Are you?"

She squeezed his hand and Adam turned to see a smile on his girlfriend's face. "I am," she said. "In fact, I was asking because I feel so happy that I want to talk about making this a more permanent thing."

Adam's heart skipped a beat. "More permanent?" he asked with a wealth of hope in his voice.

"I know this new version of our relationship is really just a little more than six months old," Erica began, "but we've actually been together for years, with a short break in between, and I feel like I know you better than I've ever known anyone. And, for the first time in my life, I feel like I'm in a relationship that meets all of my needs, which honestly isn't something I ever thought I'd experience. So yeah, I guess I'm checking in to see if you're thinking about the future in the way that I'm thinking about the future?"

"Are we talking about...I mean, are we talking about marriage?" he asked. "Or, I don't know, the dom/sub version of marriage, I guess?"

Erica laughed softly and squeezed his hand. "Yes, we're talking about marriage. Or, at least that's what I'm talking about."

"Are you...are you proposing?" he asked.

Erica laughed again. "No, I'm not proposing. When I propose, you'll know, though I like that you assumed that I'll be the one proposing in this relationship. It doesn't seem like it would be right for you to do the asking, does it?"

"No, it doesn't," Adam answered. "It really doesn't."

Erica stopped and Adam turned to face his girlfriend and domme. She was dressed for warmth in a thick sweater and a jacket, and yet she struck him as astoundingly sexy. The ponytail probably had something to do with that as he couldn't help but think of it as a slightly dominant touch on her part, and of course the black leather boots and tight jeans were rather fetching.

"I like the way you look at me," she said. "Like I'm an absolute goddess."

"You are," Adam replied as he resisted the urge to fall to his knees and pledge his undying fealty to his domme like the goddess she was.

"You want to worship your goddess, don't you?" Erica asked.

Adam nodded. "I do."

Erica looked to her left and Adam's eyes followed. Another couple was approaching. They too were holding hands and Adam wondered if they too were as enamored with each other as he was with Erica.

"Get on your knees," Erica said as she looked at the couple.

They were close enough that they'd have seen him get on his knees in front of his domme. Adam suspected that was the point of Erica's demand, though. The potential for public embarrassment made Adam hesitate to follow her command, but only for a moment. He dropped to his knees and she looked down at him as her lips curled into a seductive smile. Her eyes lit up in the way they always did when he offered his submission.

"You're such a good boy," she said softly. "Now kiss my boots."

Though Adam knew he'd look like a freak to the couple approaching, they didn't matter. What mattered was doing as Erica desired. What brought him greater satisfaction than almost anything was bending over and kissing her boots in that moment, because that's what she wanted and that's what would bring her pleasure.

"That's a very good boy," Erica said as Adam dropped to his hands and knees, lowered his head, and kissed her left boot. He did so numerous times, showering the soft leather with the kisses she'd demanded before moving to the right boot and repeating the process.

When he was finished, Adam sat back on his knees and looked up at Erica. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the couple approaching, but it was the smile on his domme's face that he cared most about.

Erica stepped closer, caressed his face, and said, "Your willingness to submit, to do as I desire, when I desire it, makes me very happy, Adam. It makes it so that I can have the life I want, that I can have all my needs met, even if you're not capable of meeting one of those particular needs."

Adam had long since embraced that he wasn't anywhere near as skilled - or gifted, in terms of the size of his cock - in the bedroom as he wanted to be or as he once thought he was. He was, however, more than willing to accept the idea that Erica deserved to fuck whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted so that she could have the orgasms she craved with the men that could provide them.

"That's why I see marriage in our future," she explained. "That's why I plan on making you mine on a permanent basis, Adam, why I plan on making you my sub for life."

"Nothing would make me happier," Adam replied as the couple walked by. He saw that they were both looking at him and they both wore amused smiles, which was about as good an outcome as he could have hoped for. Adam barely paid them any attention, though, as serving his domme was all he cared about.

"Let's go home," she said. "You can worship my pussy before we visit Monica."

"Nothing would make me happier," Adam replied.

Erica helped him to his feet and they shared a long, remarkably passionate kiss that brought his cock to a fully erect state. She glanced at the bulge in his jeans, smiled, and then took his hand and they walked out of the park and back to their neighborhood. They stopped to talk with a few of their neighbors - it was a beautiful Saturday, after all - and then they returned to the house.

"Strip," Erica demanded the moment the door shut behind them.

Adam hastily removed every article of clothing and stood with his hands clasped behind his back. Erica approached, took his cock in her hand, and stroked Adam until he was stiff with desire.

"How long has it been since you've had an orgasm?" she asked.

"A week," Adam replied. "Monica let me cum last Saturday after I'd done her laundry, cleaned her kitchen, and given her a foot massage."

Erica smiled. "That's right. She let you cum on her feet, didn't she?"

Adam nodded.

"And of course you cleaned up your mess like a good boy, didn't you?"

"I did," Adam said. He'd happily cleaned his cum off of Monica's beautiful feet, licking and sucking until every drop was gone.

"And what did Monica make you do after you'd cum, Adam?" Erica asked.

"Everett came home right after," he said. "And he was in the mood to fuck her, so Monica made me suck his cock."

Erica laughed softly as she continued to stroke Adam's stiff dick, associating his arousal with the memory of a task he'd found rather unpleasant as it had unfolded.

"And were you a good cocksucker for the other domme in your life, Adam?" Erica asked.

"I was," he answered. Though he always enjoyed serving his two dommes, Adam had found it somewhat unpleasant to suck Everett's cock so soon after his orgasm. Every bit of lust had been drained out of him when he'd emptied his balls onto Monica's feet, but she knew that and she took pleasure in making him suck cock despite his total lack of desire.

"You didn't want to suck his cock, did you Adam?" she asked.

He shook his head.

"I got wet when Monica told me what she made you do," Erica said. "She deprived you of the lust that drives your submission and then she made you submit anyway. She made you get on your knees and suck an alpha male's cock, knowing full well that you wouldn't want to do it."

Erica put a hand on the top of Adam's head and pushed down, sending him to his knees. He looked up as she unbuttoned her jeans, pushed them down, and pulled her panties aside. It was reminiscent of the way Everett had whipped out his cock last Saturday, only Erica didn't have a phallus to shove down his throat. Instead, she pulled Adam's head between her legs and fed him her slick pussy.

The wetness his tongue discovered made it seem like she was thoroughly aroused by the mere thought of Monica making him suck Everett's cock, and Adam loved that both his dommes found such intense pleasure in pushing his limits and using him strictly for their pleasure without much concern for his desires.

"Make me cum," she said. "Be a good boy and make me cum, Adam."

He didn't have to do much to make that happen. He put his tongue to work and she did the rest, grinding her pussy over his mouth and grabbing his hair tightly to assert her dominance and take control.

It wasn't long before Erica's thighs were trembling. She tightened her grip on his hair and juices poured from her pussy, coating his tongue with her irresistible taste and filling the room with her blissful moans.

"Thank you," Erica said as she stepped back while maintaining her tight grip on his hair. She looked between his legs at his throbbing dick, slid her foot forward, and rubbed her boot over it. "I love how hard you get when you serve me, Adam. I love how much it excites you to be used for my pleasure."

"Nothing makes me happier," he replied.

Erica finally released her grip on his hair, pulled her jeans back up, and said, "I understand that we're nearing the anniversary of your first submission to Monica."

"We are," he said with a nod and a smile. "Did she tell you about that?"

"We had lunch this week. She told me about modeling her Halloween costume for you, how she managed to get you on your knees for her without much effort, and how much you'd enjoyed being able to offer her your submission on that first day," Erica explained. "It's remarkable that she understood who you were, isn't it?"

Adam nodded.

"She understood what I couldn't see, Adam. She understood that your desire to submit supersedes all others, that nothing satisfies you in the same manner, that giving yourself to a superior woman is ultimately your purpose in life," Erica said. "You understand that, don't you? That you were put on this earth to serve a superior woman, or in your case, to serve two superior women."

"I do," Adam replied as he listened to his girlfriend speak the truth that had become so clear to him over the past year. "Do you...do you think I'll be able to serve you both even if we get married?"

"I do," Erica said. "My needs will have to come first, but I love this house and this neighborhood, and I honestly love having another domme next door. I see no reason we can't continue to share you, Adam, especially since I still find Monica's domination of you so arousing. That orgasm I just had was at least in part because I couldn't get enough of thinking about you sucking Everett's cock like a good boy even though you didn't want to."

Adam was filled with submissive joy in that moment and he felt very much like he'd do literally anything to please either of his dommes. They merely had to ask for his service.

"You'd be happy to suck dick right now, wouldn't you?" Erica asked.

"Yes, I would," he replied. "For you, or for Monica."

Erica smiled, rubbed the tip of her boot over his stiff cock once more, and said, "It's a shame there isn't a cock for you to suck. I'm sure Monica and I would enjoy watching you pleasure a man for our amusement. Perhaps she and I can think of something fun for you to do. Now, I have some delicates that need to be washed. You'll find them in the closet. Tend to them until it's time to go over to Monica's."

"Yes, of course," Adam said as he moved to stand up.

Erica grabbed a tight fistful of his hair, smiled, and instructed, "Before you do, clean your precum off my boot."

The moment she released his hair, Adam bent over and licked his slippery, sweet precum off her boot. "Thank you for letting me serve you, Erica."

"You're welcome," she replied. "Now go clean my panties. And make sure you do a good job or it will be at least another week before you have an orgasm."

Adam got to his feet and rushed upstairs and into the bedroom. He found cleaning Erica's underwear and lingerie especially pleasurable as he got to wash the pieces she'd worn while getting fucked by another man. He caressed the black lace teddy she'd worn the last time Nick - her favorite and most frequent lover - had pounded her in their bed. He ran his fingers over the gusset of a pair of panties she'd worn to the gym and that she'd pulled aside while fucking a workout friend in his car in the gym parking lot. He even held them to his nose and inhaled deeply as the scent of her pussy filled his lungs.

With thoughts of his girlfriend fucking other people dancing in his head, Adam proceeded to hand wash her delicates - a new demand Erica had made in the past month - and soaked in the beauty of his situation. He was as happy as he'd ever been, and with Erica's talk of marriage it seemed there was a good chance Adam was on the verge of long lasting happiness.

"Marriage?" Monica asked with a smile.

"I've been thinking about it over the past few months," Erica replied. "After I broke up Adam the first time I was actually convinced I'd never get married."

Monica glanced at Adam, who was naked and on his knees in front of the couch offering a foot rub - and looked back at Erica as she said, "You'd spent too much time dating the very disappointing vanilla version of Adam. He was precisely the kind of man a vanilla woman doesn't want to marry, the kind that would only let her down with a long list of inadequacies. Now, though, you've met the real version of Adam, the one that wants nothing more than to do exactly as you desire, no matter the task."

Adam's submission had advanced to the point that he found pleasure - of a sort, at least - in almost every task his dommes assigned him. Even sucking Everett's cock after Adam had climaxed was pleasurable because it was such a deep form of submission.

"And I take it you want to be married to a sub?" Monica asked.

Erica looked at Adam and smiled. "I do. We're different in that way, aren't we?"

Monica nodded.

"I like that, though. You enjoy being married to an alpha male and enjoying the services of a submissive. I'm almost certain that I'd enjoy being married to a submissive while enjoying the occasional services of an alpha male when I'm in the mood to be fucked," Erica explained.

Monica looked down at Adam, teased his cock a little with her toes, and said, "I hope you understand how lucky you are, Adam, as Erica is an exceedingly rare kind of woman."

"I understand," Adam replied. "I really do. I didn't see it before. I didn't know what I was and I didn't know what she could be, but now that she's come back into my life, I understand. And...Monica, I'm so grateful to you. More grateful than I could ever possibly communicate. You made this happen. You saw the domme in Erica. You fostered it. You agreed to share me. I owe you so much."

Monica smiled and said, "In this case, you don't owe me anything, Adam. You've given me just as much as I've given you. Don't forget, a dom/sub relationship is two-sided. I find just as much pleasure in dominating you as you find in submitting to me, and I didn't have a sub in my life until you came along."

Adam didn't feel like the trade was equal, but he suspected he'd never feel that way, for he couldn't grasp how anyone could experience anywhere near the pleasure he experienced when in submission to either of the dommes in his life.

"In fact," Monica said as she turned to Erica, "I'd like to express my gratitude to you, Erica, for being willing to share our submissive. I certainly have no right to him anymore. He's yours now, and I'm grateful that you let him continue to serve me when I feel the overpowering need to dominate a man."

"I understand that need, Monica. I really do. I feel it every day, and I understand how good it feels to satiate that desire, how it generates a kind of pleasure that's damn near impossible to replicate in any other way," Erica replied. "I love the way it feels when Adam submits to me and I'd hate to take that feeling from you."

She looked at Adam, smiled in that seductive manner he'd become quite accustomed to, and said, "It was such a simple thing to order him to his knees in the park and to subsequently order him to kiss my boots, and yet I felt this intense lust when he did it. It was so powerful I fucked his face the moment we were inside and, as I'm sure you know, there's nothing quite like an orgasm fueled by Adam's eager submission."

For a few seconds, silence fell over the room as Adam continued to rub Monica's feet. His body hummed with the kind of subtle desire that any act of submission offered, and he loved that the two women that shared control of him seemed so happy.

"I was thinking about actually wearing that costume this year," Monica said. "The one I modeled for you last year. The one that inspired your submission."

"Really?" Adam asked.

"The catsuit?" Erica added.

Monica nodded. "I know it would be a little scandalous to wear something so overtly sexy to a neighborhood party, but the truth is, I've changed since last year. I feel more confident and powerful and I want to show that off, and I don't mind if people whisper about me. I don't mind if they judge me right to my face. They can go fuck themselves. I look damn good as Catwoman and I shouldn't be afraid of showing that off."

Erica looked positively giddy as she watched Monica declare her desire to flaunt her beauty, sexiness, and newfound power. "What if two women wore something sexy to the party?"

"What did you have in mind?" Monica asked.

"There's a wealth of skintight superhero costumes," Erica said. "Though I've always been partial to Black Widow. A tight leather outfit. A red wig. I think I'd look damn good in that. I'm sure I could find a version of the costume that would really put my tits on display, too."

Adam was in heaven as his dommes planned out what would almost certainly be their irresistibly sexy Halloween costumes. He wasn't sure if they'd go through with it, but if they did it was bound to be an excellent night.

"And how should we dress our sub?" Monica asked.

"We could put him in a gimp costume," Erica suggested with a laugh that Monica echoed. "Though I suppose that would be a little too much for our neighbors, wouldn't it?"

Monica looked down at Adam and smiled as she teased his cock - which had now reached a half hard state - and said, "It probably would be, though it might be fun to dress you up as a gimp some time. We could put you in a corner and call you over when there's a cock that needs to be sucked."

The delight in her voice and the sparkle in her eye made it seem genuinely possible that Adam would spend an evening as a gimp at some point in the future, used for little more than fluffing cock and cleaning pussy and whatever other forms of pleasure they chose to take from someone who'd been reduced to nothing more than a leather-clad sex toy.

"It wouldn't work for Halloween, though," Monica added. "I do like the idea of making him wear something just a little bit humiliating, though. Something befitting his status as a submissive. Perhaps Everett could go as Batman and Adam here could be the much smaller, less impressive Robin, his loyal little sidekick."

Both women laughed as they found great delight in the idea of Adam showing his inferiority to Everett for everyone in the neighborhood. There was something exciting about the idea, as he couldn't quite resist the notion of being compared to a genuine alpha male, particularly since that comparison would inevitably be unfavorable for Adam. It was fitting, though, as he'd sucked Everett's cock and cleaned his cum numerous times, making it perfectly clear which of them was the superior man.

"Perhaps, when the party is over, Robin could suck Batman's cock," Erica suggested. "I mean, you have to imagine that's what those boys got up to anyways, right?"

Monica smiled down at Adam and worked his now stiff cock with her toes. "And Robin could eat Catwoman's pussy and get her nice and wet for Batman's cock. He could wait on his knees while she got fucked. When we were finished, he could dutifully clean Batman's cock and eat the cum from Catwoman's pussy like a good little bitch."

Erica slid off the couch and moved behind Adam. She grasped his balls with one hand and her other moved up his stomach, over his chest, and settled around his throat. "Would it please you to serve like that on Halloween, Adam?"

"Yes," he admitted.

"What about you, Erica?" Monica asked. "Will you be bringing you own alpha male to the party? Does Black Widow have a superhero that she wants to fuck when the party is over? There's no reason we couldn't have a naughty little after party where we both get the dick we need while our sub serves as we desire."

"Mmm, that does sound nice," Erica said as she tightened her grip on Adam's neck, applying just enough pressure to cause a touch of panic to rise up in him. "Would it please you if I brought a date to the party, Adam? If I brought, say, a handsome Captain America who wanted nothing more than to fuck his beautiful leather-clad date? Would you mind if our neighbors saw another man eyeing me all night long? Would you mind if it was obvious that I enjoyed another man's attention, that I wanted him as badly as he wanted me?"

In that moment, Adam felt like the luckiest man in the world. He had the attention of two beautiful, dominant women, both of whom were filling his head with dirty talk and offering direct, hugely pleasurable stimulation that had him on the edge of an orgasm. He knew he was unlikely to cum, but it felt so good.

"I want that," he said. "I want everything you both described. I want to serve you both. I want to serve you after the party. I want to serve you during the party. I don't care what our neighbors think. I don't. I just want to serve."

Erica released his neck and balls from her grasp, grabbed both his nipples, and pulled hard enough that Adam felt a searing pain in his chest. Monica smiled as he resisted the urge to cry out while her toes continued to tease his cock in the most pleasing way imaginable.

"Shall we make him serve, Monica?" Erica asked. "Shall we give him the pleasure of serving us at the party and after the party?"

"We shall," Monica replied. "And we're going to have the night of our lives."

Erica released Adam's nipples, kissed his neck, and softly said, "Yes we are, and you're going to be a very, very good boy, Adam."

"Yes, I am," he replied.

"Monica, would you mind if I made use of our sub's tongue?" Erica asked.

"Not at all," Monica said. "As long as you're okay with me using him after you do."

Adam couldn't believe his good fortune. He was on the verge of being welcomed between the legs of both beautiful dommes.

"You're welcome to use him first," Erica said as she stood and stepped out of her boots. "I don't mind waiting."

Monica looked at Adam, smiled, and pulled her skirt up. She inched her hips forward, gently moved her panties aside, and beckoned him between her legs. He crawled forward, pressed his lips against her swollen labia, and went to work. Adam closed his eyes, slipped his tongue inside her, and moaned at how good she tasted.

It had turned out to be a perfect Saturday in what had turned out to be a fairly perfect year, and the future - both the immediate future of the Halloween party and the longer term future of marriage to a beautiful domme - looked bright, which made Adam as happy as a submissive could be.