Chapter 3: The Odor of Submission

"But I could never imagine the torment my mom was about to endure."

"Slut, on your knees! Forgot how to act in front of your Master, bitch?" Jake barked harshly.

Mom dropped to her knees with a loud thud on the hotel's hardwood floor. Even so, a red welt bloomed around her knees instantly.

Jake pulled a metal leash from his backpack. Mom scrambled forward on all fours, pressing her head to his shoe, offering her neck. He fastened it snugly, gave it a sharp tug, then sank into the sofa with a smirk.

"First time seeing a bitch in clothes," he said, grinning. "Right? Bitches back home don't wear shit, do they?"

He was talking to me. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding like a drum.

Mom, my strict-as-hell mother, moved to strip. But Jake stopped her cold.

"Nah, bitches don't use hands. Use your body to get that coat off."

It was too much—fucking humiliating. But Mom shook her ass like a pro, then started grinding and twisting to unbutton her trench coat right there in front of him.

Her ass—toned from years of gym sessions, the star of so many of my dirty dreams—swayed obscenely for this stranger. Full, meaty cheeks on that tiny waist, begging any man to slam his cock into her and wreck her.

Finally, the coat fell open. Her massive tits spilled out with a slap. Jake waved her over. She crawled eagerly, thinking he'd help. Instead, he groped them roughly, then kicked her flying a meter back. She hit the floor on her back, legs splayed, moaning in pain.

I wanted to burst in, drag her out. But her pussy was gushing—clear as day. Jake saw it, circled her like prey.

"Fucking whore, craving Master's big dick already? Kicked your ass and you're soaked? Pathetic. Time to taste my stinking feet, bitch!"

He'd planned this for weeks—no sock change, basketball with me daily. Those yellowed socks reeked like hell.

He yanked off his shoe and stomped his right foot on her face. The stench hit her hard; she stuck out her tongue, gasping.

Jake twisted, shoving his toes into her mouth, stirring.

"Mmm... ahh..." Mom gagged and moaned.

"Huh? Bitch, Master's feet smell good? Saved this flavor for you—a whole week unwashed."

"Th-thank you... Master... for the gift," she stammered, slurping.

He kicked her aside, ripped the coat clean off. Her body was bare now—swollen red tits, pussy juices soaking the fabric.

"Tsk tsk. Perfect fuckmeat, every damn time."

Long silky hair, sharp nose, wasp waist flaring to that fat ass. Her bush was a thick black jungle swallowing her crotch. Thong vanished between cheeks like a black hole. Long socks hid her thighs, ending at delicate toes.

Jake spread her legs wide, exposing the hairy slit.

"Yo, what a毛毛 mess. Master hates bush—wanna shave you clean?"

He yanked a pubic hair out cold. Mom yelped in pain.

"The fuck? Did I say you could scream like that?" He gripped another, tugging while glaring.

She bit her lip, forcing it into slutty moans instead.

He plucked for ages, stripping half her left side bald. Smooth pink pussy lips twitched with her breaths, oozing slick.

"Good enough," he nodded, slapping her ass. "You want it bad, don't you?"

Mom nodded frantically, eyes locked on his bulge like it was candy.

Jake laughed. "Crawl here, dog. One last thing, then Master's cock is yours."