I froze, this wasn’t going to end well. Thankfully Denise came to my rescue (kind of)
“Ah, he’s shy,” She explained to the others, “just how many women have you been physically intimate with?”
I clear my throat and blush furiously
“4” I mumble and avoid eye contact with the three goddesses whilst remembering that my last physical intimate moment had being licking and cleaning the pink arse hole of a woman sat at my table not more than a couple of hours ago.
Sarah piped up at this point:
“Arrrrrr, a real old fashioned gent by the sounds of it.”
“Well this has been most illuminating but I must get some rest for our conference tomorrow.” Denise announced after a quiet couple of minutes in which everyone had been alone with their thoughts.
“Good night dear colleagues.” she laughed softly and waved goodnight as she approached the foyer.
I look back as she’s about to turn the corner and she is standing beckoning me with her finger to follow her. I must obey though who knows what fresh horrors she has in store.
“I’m really tired too,” I explain, “I better go to Bedfordshire myself.” I chuckle at my own joke and Sandra and Sarah smile and say their good nights.
I head toward the stairs and find Denise waiting for me. She beckons me to the lift and presses the button to my floor. She sashay’s in front of me and waits for me to open my door. I fumble with the key in my nervousness and open the door to my dark room and turn on the light that still has the faint scent of female sex in the air.
“Strip” Denise commands.
I immediately start to remove my clothes though slowly as I am still getting used to being naked and vulnerable and not hiding my puny member from another’s gaze. I pause momentarily at my trousers as in my underwear-less state they’re my last barrier, and look into the deep brown eyes of Denise. She smirks and with her eyes motions me to remove my trousers. I pull them down and manage to resist the urge to cover my crotch.
“We are learning aren’t we?” Denise praises me, then continues, “I can’t help but feel pity for you you know. You’re quite cute, fit and smart but lack in the most quintessential area. The area that symbolises your masculinity.” She wiggles her pinky finger at me again.
I blush and… start to become aroused. Oh my god I enjoy her teasing and demeaning of my small penis. She notices and looks down at my hardening dick and then back to my face and smiles a victorious smile.
“Now I realise that you didn’t get the release that you had hoped to have this evening. And you will have release but it must be earned. And you have earned it in part by giving me head, licking under my arms and of course licking my arse hole. But every one of your ejaculations must be earned from now on. That includes the one you do by yourself. So I better not get an inkling that you have masturbated or there will be punishments.”
Punishments? I wonder; I don’t fancy finding out about them. And earning ejaculations sounds like a hard task.
“Can you still taste me in your mouth, on your tongue?” Denise interrupts my thoughts
“No Miss.” I respond quietly as I stand their completely naked and moderately aroused
“Well that wont do for a beta sex servant now.” She responds
I stay silent and l keep looking down at my feet. Denise sits on my bed with a creak that makes me look up.
“Kneel at my feet.” She commands with a purr.
I shuffle over to the bed and drop to my knees between her legs and look down at my crotch.
“You missed out on your cleaning duties before Simon. You cleaned my sweaty armpits, and my urine soaked pussy, and my grimy arse hole (my dick twitches as she says this and I blush again), but we neglected my feet. A woman’s feet are essential in the worship service of the female by the beta.” Denise says this as she peels off her leggings.

Her skin in such a beautiful chocolate brown and is nice and smooth. She lifts up her left foot towards my face and I gaze worship-fully at the two-tone created by the pad and top of her foot. This brings me to full erect status, which portrays my utter adoration of her female form.
“Lick and clean my toes first servant” She coos, “Then the whole sole of the foot, and then briefly the top. Then move onto the other foot. I May pleasure myself with my hand as you do this.”
At least there will be a nice visual and hopefully some beautiful orgasmic noises from her. I’ve never licked another person’s foot before and feel it is a humiliating thing to be ordered to do, though not as demeaning as French licking arse.
I take her foot in both hands and begin to suck on her toes.