“Yes, Mistress Scarlet.”
At that point, I would have said anything she asked regardless of the hold she clearly had on me. My body was bracing, the explosion she had been teasing out of me imminent, but she was not finished yet. No, she had one more trick up her devious sleeve.
“This is a good start, but I’m sure you’ll require much more training… Whenever you see your Mistress wearing these gloves, you’ll know it’s time. You will listen to everything I say, obey my every word without question, won’t you?”
She stopped rubbing my cheeks and gripped my chin once more, and her deep eyes stared into my own once more, and I knew at that moment I was finished. Mistress Scarlet had me in the palm of her hands- quite literally, and there really was no other choice. Only one thing for me to say. “Yes, Mistress Scarlet.”
“Good boy,” she whispered, bringing my face closer to hers. “Now, in a moment I am going to kiss you. When my lips touch yours, that pathetic little dicklet of yours is going to blow its load all over my glove. The moment that happens you will be mine. My itty-bitty cocked subby, forever. Won’t you?”
Before I could say a word, Mistress Scarlet pulled my face towards hers and pressed her soft, sexy red lips against my own. And once she did, her rubber-gloved fingers gave my cock one last, long, teasing stroke from bottom to tip.
I came like I’d never come before.
My tiny dick exploded, sending warm, sticky cum all over her gloved hand. Her lips remained pressed against mine, holding me in a kiss that seemed to last forever even as she slowly milked every drop out of my body until she was satisfied with her handiwork.
Only then did she release me, though I could still feel her lipstick on me. A mark of ownership.
As I stood there, my knees ready to buckle and my body all but spent, Mistress Scarlet rubbed my cheeks with her gloved hand once more. “Good boy. Now then, you have some cleaning to do, don’t you? Open up.”
I did as she ordered, and could only watch as she brought her other hand up toward my mouth. Offering it, I knew exactly what she wanted, and though it should have disgusted me, I knew if I wanted to stay, I had to obey.
Without a word, I licked every drop of my cum off her glove.
“Such a good subby you are,” Mistress Scarlet replied. “Now, pull those trousers back up and get to work. I want the kitchen floors swept and mopped before dinner.”
Then she turned away and walked back towards the sink. But before she slipped off her gloves, my stepmother looked back at me and smirked. “What do you say?”
What else could I say?
“Yes, Mistress Scarlet.”
She slipped off the gloves. “Good boy. We’re going to have lots of fun together… Perhaps I’ll pick up a nice little cage for your cock, or a proper maid outfit… So much to do.”
Then pointed over at the broom and mop and walked away, leaving me alone, naked, humiliated, and owned.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.