Tom Learns, Ally Leads Ch. 06

Ally sat at the dining room table hydrating after their morning run. Her orange bikini top and skimpy black running shorts were soaked with sweat. Tom had stripped naked as soon as they returned and affixed his vibrating ring to the base of his cock. In the house, this was his required attire.

Tom was in the kitchen preparing their breakfast. Recently they added a strict keto nutrition program to their strength training. Ally was pleased how quickly Tom became savvy at preparing keto meals.

The workouts and nutrition appeared to be doing more than just improve their fitness levels. Tom's sexual performance had improved some too. Routinely he was now fucking Ally for 9 plus minutes before he came. Twice this week he made it past 10 minutes, her minimum expected performance. Last night however, he lasted barely 8 minutes. Furious, she dismissed him from the bedroom to sleep on the couch. This morning she awoke to the realization her current training would not bring him to fuck much better. He needed to fuck long enough to make her cum, that was the goal. She would have to supplement his training with more negative reinforcement.

Tom brought breakfast to the table and set down their plates. Ally snatched up his plate, leaned over to her left and dumped his plate into a bowl she had previously placed on the floor.

"There you go," Ally said in a frustrated manner. "Eight minutes gets you a new punishment. Get down there and eat. Face in bowl, no hands."

The disgusted look on his face told Ally that Tom was clearly uneasy by this unexpected measure. Since day one of their FLR she insisted on a consistent 10 plus minute performance. Inconsistency was her biggest pet peeve. Until he achieved consistency, and the ultimate goal, his punishments would continue.

Tom got down on his hands and knees. Ally's foot pushed the bowl just below his face.

"Wait," Ally barked. "Do not eat yet."

Tom sat back on his legs, waiting, presumably for permission to eat. His eyes registered further dismay when Ally pressed her sweaty but well pedicured toes into his food. Lifting her foot, spreading her toes, she watched Tom's eyes as he looked at her foot now covered with egg and cheese. Egg yolk ran slow between her toes, dripping back into the bowl.

"Lick my foot clean, Tom" Ally commanded.

Tom leaned forward and began nibbling the food bits off her foot. Ally watched in fascination as he obeyed. His facial expressions suggested he was not enjoying this. But then she noticed his cock, it was growing hard. She could not help herself, nor did she try to hold back a sharp laugh. She laughed, reaching across the table, picking up the small fob on her key ring.

Eating her own breakfast, Ally wiggled her toes, making it more difficult for Tom to lick between them to get her sticky foot clean. She pressed a button and the ring on Tom's cock began to vibrate. His body jerked, he sat back down on his legs, closed his eyes, and licked at the bottom of her foot. She laughed louder.

"Oh you look like you are not enjoying this," Ally said beneath her laugh. "But I think you are. A shame." She pressed her foot to Tom's lips and forced it into his mouth. "Suck it, Tom."

Tom licked and sucked. His lips and cheeks glistening of butter. Ally withdrew her foot, it was as clean as it would get. She lifted it to the top of his head and gradually guided his face into his food bowl. Obediently he began eating. She clicked the fob button twice turning off his ring.

Ally considered sticking her foot back in his food dish and having Tom eat all his breakfast off her foot. However the warming sensation between her legs was begging for another use of their time.

Her foot playfully pressed his face into his bowl a couple times. Tom moaned with pleasure each time. When he finished his food he sat back, looking up to Ally.

Her foot moved towards his chest. Ally smiled at Tom, his face a smeared mess from ear to ear. He looked at her foot, then back up to her.

"Hump my foot, Tom." Ally instructed. "You enjoyed that so much you may as well hump my foot too. Hump it!"

Tom raised himself up and brought his hard cock to her foot. Awkwardly he began rubbing himself on Ally. He grabbed onto her chair for leverage and stroked his cock along the top of her foot. He was enjoying this, he could not hide that fact.

"I'm trying to find a punishment you don't actually enjoy," Ally spoke softly as Tom humped. "I'm afraid you will never fuck to my satisfaction without proper motivation."

"I want to fuck better," Tom explained. "I am getting better, am I not?"

"Ten minutes is not optional, Tom." Ally said sternly pressing his cock up against his abdomen. "Fucking me to orgasm is the only option!"

SNAP! Ally snapped her fingers, not wanting Tom to explain himself further.

Her foot released his cock and moved up to the top of his cock. Ally pressed it downward, then moved her foot away. It sprang back up. She did this a couple more times before holding her foot outward. She glared at Tom until he resumed humping her foot.

"Each punishment seems to only expose a new level of your submissive nature," Ally suggested. She leaned back in her chair and brought a hand to her crotch. "You play with my foot, I shall play with this."

Ally rubbed herself gently through her shorts. Tom locked his eyes on her hand, his foot glided harder alongside her foot. This continued for several minutes until she quickly removed her hand.

"Damn," Ally sighed. "I could use an orgasm. How about you, my foot humping man of a boy friend, need an orgasm?"

Tom knew to just answer with a nod of the head after she had snapped her fingers. He nodded, yes.

"Of course you do," Ally smirked. "Maybe a week, no a month, without an orgasm would be a punishment you would actually heed." She flicked her foot at his cock; half teasing, half for her amusement.

"We did read those FLR blog posts about denial," Ally continued. "Remember?"

Tom humped, and nodded, yes.

Ally shifted in her chair, switching feet. Tom wasted no time rubbing himself against her other foot.

"Problem is I can't train you to cum when I want you to if I deny you orgasms." Ally picked up her phone, clicking on one of the FLR bookmarks she saved. "I will not be denying you right now, let us see what else I can do." She read for a bit while Tom humped like a good sub.

"You know, Tom." Ally blurted after a minutes silence. "Most subs do not call their dominants by name. Perhaps you should not call me by name. Thoughts?"

Tom pulled himself more upright, his cock now trying to poke between her toes. He nodded at Ally, no.

"Really," Ally reacted with some surprise. "Do explain, speak."

"No please I love your name," Tom said almost begging.

"So sweet," Ally replied with a smile. "But you practically are my slave, I probably should just call you that, SLAVE?"

Tom shook his head, no. His mouth opened a bit, tilting his head slightly. The foot humping felt so good, her erotic dominant play was so hot, he thought he might soon actually cum on her foot.

"Maybe," Tom answered, his arousal straining his voice. "As a punishment, until I fuck you for 10, then," he paused when her foot pressed his cock back to the side of his groin, and held it there. "Then I can, call you, Ally, again."

She removed her foot setting it back on the floor. Ally looked at Tom for a few long seconds, contemplating.

"I like that idea, slave," Ally stated with an approving nod. "When punished your name is slave, and mine is Master. Good thinking slave."

"Thank you, Master." Tom said with a forced smile.

"Slave," Ally said, standing up. "Undress me."

"Yes, Master." Tom stood up.

Tom slid Ally's running shorts down her legs. He could smell the wet mix of her sweat and pussy on them; he inhaled steadily until they were off. While he worked her shorts off, Ally untied her bikini top from behind her neck until it hung from her muscled torso. He leaned in and reached around to her back to untie the lower strap. He could have done this more easily had he moved around and behind her. But this allowed him to get his face close to her firm breasts and hard nipples for a few seconds. The bikini untied, he stepped back holding her clothes.

"You can clean up this mess after you fuck me," Ally said stepping into the living room. Tom dropped her clothes and followed her.

Stopping at the end of the couch Ally looked back at Tom, "Slave, get a condom, slave!"

Twenty seconds later Tom had jogged into the bedroom and back, a condom rolled onto his hard cock.

"Good slave," Ally praised. "Now slave, let us see if right here and now you can get back that privilege, end all your punishment right now."

Ally leaned forward over the end of the couch, resting her shoulders on the couch cushion, her head turned to the side.

"Super slow, slave" Ally commanded, spreading her legs a bit wider, pushing her ass and exposed pussy back a bit closer to Tom. "Fuck me slow, slave, NOW!"

Tom put a hand on each of her hips and slid his seven inches into her pussy. Then back out, and in, and out, keeping a slow and steady pace. Ally enjoyed letting him go slow, fucking at a pace he could handle. As long as she was getting fucked, for now, she did not care his pace.

"Three minutes, slave," Ally whispered. "The clock on the wall," she lifted her head a bit, his cock had sped up some. "It says three, slave. Easy slave, long way to go, slave."

Tom looked to the ceiling. Placing his palms on Ally's lower back, he focused on a small crack in the paint. His cock slid into her soaked pussy, shoving in that final inch of each stroke. That crack, it looked like a river, no like a thread, he thought to himself.

As his ball sack tightened, and his cock sent shivers towards his brain, Tom experienced a moment of fear. He just can't cum, not yet. Determined he closed his eyes. Lowering his hips took friction off the sensitive top of his cock. In, and out; he imagined he was painting the ceiling, covering the crack.

"Seven," Ally moaned. "Slave, you better not cum now." She drove her hips back into him with each stroke. This in effect increased the speed of his fucking, which she now wanted, despite knowing it increased the risk he might cum now. "Faster, slave, do not, cum."

Tom obeyed, doubling his pace. His hands moved to hold on to Ally's solid ass, massaging them like big tits. He kept his eyes closed most of the time; the sight of her ass, or body moving to and from him as he fucked might push him over the edge. He painted the ceiling a second time, in another color.

"Almost ten, slave," Ally said with anticipation. "Don't cum. Hold on, slave."

His cock hammered faster with each stroke. Tom believed he would make it. He was close but he would hold on. Leaning forward he wrapped his arms around to Ally's tight stomach. He bucked in and out of her. This change in position lessened the sensation on his cock but seemed to heighten hers; she groaned low, turning her face into the couch cushion. She didn't need to see the clock anymore, ten minutes had gone by.

"Keep doing that, slave." Ally shouted into the cushion. "Don't stop."

Tom banged Ally as hard as his core would drive him. Their conditioning was paying off. He set his forehead on her back, instantly feeling the force of his fucking as he drove her body forward onto the couch.

"Oh, I, am...," Tom loudly spoke between strokes. He pounded Ally like he owned her. Grunting with each blast of cum, he held on tight until he was drained.

"More," Ally shouted, lifting her head looking back at Tom. He may not have known it but her orgasm was close.

Tom kept fucking, losing his rhythm. His orgasm done, his cock began to soften. He focused his thoughts, trying to will his cock back to full erection.

"OFF!" Ally barked, slamming her ass backwards, pushing him away. Tom stepped back and out of her.

Immediately she reached a hand underneath herself and onto her pussy. Ally rubbed her pussy fast, three fingers circling her clit firmly. Her eyes rolling up, she squealed through clenched teeth.

Ally was so close, her orgasm about to blow. Tom watched, enjoying the show. Just a few months ago he would not have imagined he would ever see such a glorious sight.

Ally slid her body forward on the couch as her orgasm started. Her fingers gripped her pussy tight as if she were squeezing it out. Her other hand shot forward across the couch, strangling a couch pillow. She screamed.

Tom stood up, watching Ally finish herself off. She twisted, flipping herself over onto her back. She lay lifeless on the couch. Her chest heaving up and down as she pulled herself up, resting on her elbows.

Tom reached out and rubbed her calf. Ally smiled at him. He smiled back. She patted the couch motioning him to sit besides her. Tom sat, still rubbing her strong calves. They sat in silence, in no rush to move from their bliss.

Tom hoped that Ally was pleased with him. After all that cock teasing she was surprised he made it to 10 minutes. While thrilled he did, this surprise presented a bit of a quandary for her. She needed to play this right so that he might perform at least this good every time.

"Hey!" Ally said to get his attention.

"Yes," Tom answered.

"Yes, MASTER, is how you'll be addressing me for a while," Ally said plainly.

"Yes, Master," Tom replied, looking to her with confusion, hoping she would explain. He did not dare ask.

"Next time you cum too fast," Ally said pointing a finger at his face. "You will not enjoy the added punishment I have in mind. Don't think for a minute you fuck any where near as good as I need. Ten minutes was just a goal for your virgin ass to aspire to. Making me cum with your cock, after a good lung fuck, that is the man you will become. Understand?"

Tom nodded, yes.

"Until then," Ally continued. "You are nothing but a slave. You will eat out of that bowl. You will sleep on the floor. You will not speak unless told to do so."

Tom's shoulders slumped, his face saddened. He was shocked Ally was not pleased, that she was not praising him.

"Stand up, slave," Ally barked.

Tom stood up. Ally stood up from the couch too.

"On your knees, slave," Ally commanded.

Tom kneeled, looking up to her.

"Have hope," Ally said firmly. "Your cock almost made me cum today. But 'almost' is what slaves do."

Ally knelt down, reached between his legs and took his cock in her hand. She massaged it, looking at Tom. His cock started to harden. She wondered to herself, should she have him fuck her again now? She looked over at the clock.

"Clean up from breakfast," Ally instructed, letting his cock go. She stood and walked towards the bedroom.

Tom was in the kitchen loading the dishwasher when Ally called for him.

"SLAVE!" Ally called out, standing at the front door.

Tom walked across the apartment to her. Ally looked absolutely stunning.

"Kneel, slave," Ally commanded. She stood before Tom, arms crossed, legs apart slightly wider than natural. The green backless halter mini beach dress grabbed his attention and held it. The dress bottom rested just an inch below her ass. Her bare shoulders and arms were just as sexy as her thighs. His cock was hard by the time his eyes fell upon her green suede block-heel sandals; they accentuated her strong calves.

Knowing Tom was quickly aroused when she dressed sexy or kinky, Ally spent some of his money on several wardrobe purchases this past month. He had shared with her that while her sexy outfits intoxicated him, his actual words, it also made him jealous when she wore her outfits out of the house. The thought of other men looking at her, was distracting to him, also his words.

"You will stay here and do your chores," Ally ordered, looking down at Tom. "I will be leaving now, alone, for Janice's birthday lunch. I will tell them you had work to do and could not make it. You better be ready to fuck me to an orgasm this afternoon when I get back. Stand up, slave!"

Tom stood up.

Ally leaned in and kissed him fully on the lips.

"I love you, Master," Tom whispered as she pulled away.

Ally smiled. "And I love you, slave. Now go have fun with the laundry, slave."