There were worse places to be stuck during a lockdown I suppose.

I had been travelling abroad when the travel ban went into place. Unable to get a flight back across the Atlantic, I had to stay at my hotel. Cut off from home save through the internet. The hotel owner, thankfully, extended free stays for all guests trapped by the lockdown. So there was little to do but relax, and do my best to enjoy myself.

Which was considerably eased by a couple of my fellow guests at the hotel.

I hadn’t noticed them before I was forced to stay at the hotel day and night, but after that I saw them practically the first day after the lockdown began. I was sitting by the pool, trying to soak up some sun while reading one of my battered copies of LOTR, when they came out. I was alone by the pool, so movement naturally caught my eye.

I looked up and my jaw must have dropped. A lithe black woman in a very complimentary swimsuit swayed confidently out onto the pool deck. That alone was reason enough to gawk, but it was cemented by the redheaded girl who came behind. Who was lead behind the black woman on a freaking collar and leash! I watched, mesmerized as the ebony beauty settled herself into a pool chair with a book of her own. Her submissive, for that’s what she had to be with that collar, knelt by her for a few moments. Eventually the collar was taken off and the fair skinned girl immediately leapt into the pool and began to stroke up and down the length of it.

I barely managed to avoid openly gawking, and continued to look up as much as I dared while the girl swam. Seeing the girl lead in on a collar…was this just some prank? A lost bet? I watched more closely as the girl eventually finished her laps after a while, and sprang up out of the pool to dry herself. That was a show in and of itself, and when she was done she calmly buckled her collar back on, as well as a set of wrist cuffs that her friend, owner, whatever, had left out for her. Once these were all properly buckled in place, she began to massage the woman’s feet, with every indication that she was enjoying her place.

I stared too long. I was captivated by the redhead’s position. Her acceptance, even eagerness for the servitude that seemed to be her place. I stared, and stared, my own book forgotten, until I chanced to glance upwards and found myself staring into the eyes of the ebony beauty who had clearly enslaved the girl. I flushed bright crimson, embarrassed at being caught staring so openly, and hid behind my book. I only dared to peek a minute or so later, when I was sure I wouldn’t still be watched, and saw the domme playfully flicking at her sub’s breasts while the girl did her best to continue her massaging duties.

They were out there for another hour, and I managed to read perhaps a pair of pages. After the foot massage came the back massage. I got caught twice more by the domme, though she said nothing. NO yelling, no obvious indication that she disapproved. Almost like she was noting my attention, and letting me know that I was seen. Her sub gave no mind to me, wholly focused on her massaging duties. Which were a pleasure in and of themselves to watch. Beyond the beauty of the two women, the fact that they were so openly enacting their dominant and submissive roles was something I had never seen before. And was seriously interested in.

After the hour was up, the fair redhead had her wrists cuffed behind her, and her leash snapped back to her collar. The black dominant brought her to her feet, and snared her for a deep, hungry kiss. I could see from across the pool how the girl’s knees buckled, and her chest rise and fall rapidly in lust. That time the domme caught me with my mouth hanging open, and the smallest smile quirked in my direction before she led her prize away.

My day was totally derailed. I found I could barely concentrate for the remainder of the day, so taken was I with the scene I had witnessed that morning by the pool. But I couldn’t seem to find them in any of the other common areas in the afternoon or evening. So I decided to head back to the pool the next day.

I had barely settled into my spot this time when they appeared once more. Like a long planned ritual the domme seated herself and once more dispatched her redheaded sub to swim and exercise. Once more I was probably caught staring a few times, certainly at least twice that I noticed. And once more the freed girl went eagerly back to her mistress to bind herself once more before serving her. Happily, so far as I could tell. I was completely hooked, watching them. I had never before seen anything like it, and given our total removal from normal life, I was eager to see more.

For the remainder of the week, I made sure to get out by the pool early, so as to not miss a single moment of their time there. I still had no idea who either of them were, or where they stayed in the hotel. I couldn’t ever seem to catch a whisper of them after they left the pool, and after the third day of searching, I gave up and contented myself with the show that was put on poolside. Beyond the times when the ebony lady caught me staring, neither of them deigned to notice my presence. I was happy enough with that for a while, that I was allowed to watch both of them. Long for…something. I wasn’t yet sure what.

It was the fifth day, after a restless night of hemming and hawing, that I finally plucked up the nerve to walk over and talk to them. I was intensively curious, and figured that things would be less awkward if I finally just said hi. Politeness and all that. I would introduce myself, perhaps exchange some pleasantries, and then head back to my book. There was no reason to think that anything more would occur, nor did I want to ruin the status quo by being so impertinent as to ask. That was the plan.

What was the old adage about plans?

I sauntered over, trying to go for some blend of friendliness and confidence. The foot massage portion of their visit had started when I had gotten there, and neither immediately looked up as I came over. The redhead continued to massage her mistress’ feet, and the domme continued to ignore both of us.

I opened my mouth to introduce myself, and the domme looked up with such a stare that for a moment the words caught in my throat. I didn’t know eyes could have such depths. I stared into them, and her words rolled over me, “I don’t speak to boys like you unless they are in their proper place.”

I stared in confusion. Proper place? I don’t…I didn’t understand…

I looked at her. She looked at the girl massaging her feet. Comprehension dawned. I flushed red and backed away a little, my innate shyness overpowering my desire to talk with them. My body shuddered as I fought with my anxiety at such a command, slowly staggering away, back towards my seat. She couldn’t…she couldn’t mean…but what if…what if she did? What if this was that moment that I had always fantasized about? That someone was actually taking an interest? That I could speak with someone…someone knowledgeable about BDSM?

And I was throwing it away to spare myself awkwardness?

I stopped, close to screaming with frustration. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t…

My mind was a confusing whirl of countering emotion and logic. Adrift on a sea of desire and fear. I was standing no more than a half dozen paces from someone who I was dying to talk to, and I just...couldn’t. Do it. Gaaaaaah. I squeezed my eyes shut and took another halting step away. Away from embarrassment. Away from opportunity. Some part of me raging at myself. But I couldn’t…

My inner maelstrom skipped a beat suddenly as a soft hand touched my upper arm. I stiffened and turned slightly. The redhead stood behind me, her collar tight about her throat, and an understanding gleam in her green eyes. She gave my arm another squeeze and then slowly moved back over towards her mistress, a last fleeting smile directed towards me.

I stood there, frozen for a few moments longer. But that interaction, that brief glimmer of understanding from another…that eventually tipped the scales. It was only us out here after all. I wanted to talk to them. The girl at least, seemed like she understood my predicament. The domme…I shivered and slowly began to pivot back around. I could do this. Maybe.

I had to know.

I turned fully back around. The scene was changed. The domme still reclined on her chair, seemingly oblivious to my presence. But the redhead was now kneeling at her side, chest thrust out and arms behind her back. In her swimsuit she cut an incredibly alluring figure. I took a step forward, mouth dry. I could do this. I could.

Another step. Another.

The final one. I stood in front of her, the soles of her bare feet perhaps a foot from my shins. I stared at both of them, attentive to any possible reaction. But there was none. Nothing for it then.

I slowly lowered myself to my knees, sitting back on my ankles. And waited.

The woman snapped her fingers as soon as my rear hit my ankles. The redhead sprang up to her feet and grabbed a nearby bag I hadn’t noticed until now. She hurried behind me, and used one hand to push me forward off of my feet. She tugged my t-shirt off, and tossed it to one side. I heard the bag hit the ground behind me, and suddenly she was grabbing both of my hands and bringing them behind my back. I sucked in a sharp breath as I felt leather encircle my wrists, and then a strangled moan as she cuffed them together. I closed my eyes and savoured it, despite my terror of public bondage.

God help me it was an incredible feeling.

I almost choked as a warm bare foot pressed into my chest then. My eyes snapped opened just in time for the domme’s second foot to press down over my face. I moaned into it, and then let out a surprised, visceral “Ooooh…” as the redhead wrapped a leather collar around my neck, and buckled it closed. I knelt there, in bondage, collared, with a dominant woman caressing my face and chest with her feet. Her sub, duty done, returned to her mistress’ side and knelt there again, a small smile playing around her lips.

“Better.” The black woman’s voice sounded like warm honey, comforting despite her earlier domineering tone. All the difference made in kneeling before her instead of standing, “Now. You had something you wished to say to me?” Her foot over my face let up its pressure on my mouth, but pressed more firmly on my forehead.

“I…I just wanted…to know…” I stammered, trying and failing to stifle a groan, “Why…um…why she was wearing a collar. Why you two were….were out here like that…”

She chuckled, planting her foot back over my mouth, “You know why. It's why you knelt there in front of me for answers. It's why you blush and duck your head whenever you meet my gaze. It's why you hardly struggled at all when my girl bound you. I am your superior, as I am hers." She tilted my chin up with her foot, forcing me to meet her calm, confident gaze, "Aren't I?"

I flushed brilliant scarlet, my eyes unable to break away. Slowly, slowly, I dipped my head in a nod.

She gave me a satisfied smile, and I tried to summon the courage to ask again, "Wha...um...what does this, uh, mean?" I was stammering, but damn it anybody would while suddenly bound with the bare foot of a dominant woman pressed to their face. I moaned and tried to continue, "Why did you have to...to tie me up just to say that?"

"Have too?" She cocked an amused eyebrow, "I didn't have to. But you wanted me to. Why else did you kneel there like the shy submissive you are while my pet bound and collared you? Why are you blushing whenever you see I am examining your body?"

I could feel the damn heat radiating from my face. I opened my mouth, trying to marshal some sort of counterargument. But nothing came leaping forth. So I knelt there, bound, collared, with my mouth hanging open in disbelief. My captress wasted no time in pressing her foot forward into my mouth, smiling as I gave a muffled squeal of surprise. She stared at me evenly until I began to gently suck on her toes, and then favoured me with another smile.

“Girl.” The quiet word, again like a command, flicked out from the domme. The kind eyed redhead quickly stood up again and walked over to kneel behind me. I felt her press up against me as her hands found my shoulders, and began to massage them. I moaned, beginning to feel overwhelmed as the woman to my front dominated me, and the one behind soothed me into acceptance of that domination.

I shuddered and would have jumped in my bonds had they not been holding me when the girl’s hand drifted down and began to touch my rapidly hardening member.

“Shy submissives like you need ownership,” The black woman matter-a-factly stated, “There's no way for you to properly live unless you have a dominant to order yourself towards and serve. Without purpose, without a dominant to serve, you are a broken thing.” She pressed her foot into my mouth a bit more, making me groan, “A useless thing. As you were unaccompanied and do not wear any symbol of ownership, this task falls to me I suppose, while we remain at this establishment." She suddenly withdrew her foot from my mouth, planting it on my chest, and using the other one to tilt my head back up to look her in the eye, “Serving me excites you, doesn't it boy?"

 I nodded, not daring to speak.

"I want to hear you say it."

I felt like my damn face was going to melt off. "It...it excites me."

"Mistress."

"Sor-eeeee!" The redhead had suddenly grabbed both of my nipples and pinched them. Hard. And kept bloody well pinching them until I began babbling, "AHH! Sorry, Mistress! It excites me Mistress!"

 The domme nodded and her girl released me, returning to massaging my naked shoulders and back, "Now beg me."

 "Sorry, Mistress?"

 "Beg me to make you my slave."

"I..." I stared at her in consternation, my rational mind trying to reassert control. Trying to defuse this situation with whatever shreds of decency I could still wrap about myself. But the sensation of her feet moving all over my chest and face, the girl's experienced fingers trailing across my back, and now my cock, drove all rationality from my brain. My vision almost seemed to narrow as I distantly heard myself begging, "Please take me Mistress! Please! Make me yours! I want to learn, I want...want...more!"

"Girl." That last was again some sort of command, as her slave rose once more. This time she produced a rubber covered bit gag which she maneuvered into my mouth. I gave a muffled gasp, part lust, part shock.

"New submissives are not allowed to speak, but I realize you lack the discipline to adhere to that rule unaided. There will be time for questions later." Then, ignoring my staring eyes, she picked up her book once more and began reading.

Her feet didn’t stop their teasing of my chest and face, nor did the redhead stop her massaging. Of my shoulders and…other areas.

I kinda got lost in that space for a while. Time didn’t seem to mean much with both of them indulging themselves and me. Hell, for a while I even forgot my cares and concerns about being bound like this in public. None of that mattered. My head was awhirl with thoughts of what might be heading my way. All manner of fantasies flashed through my brain as I made muffled grunts and moans of pleasure into my apparently new Mistress’ foot.

Eventually though, the sound of a book being decisively snapped shut roused me from the half-waking dreamscape I had been drifting in. My eyes met those of my captress, and she met them evenly before looking over my shoulder, "I suppose we must cut our outdoor time short today. Girl, collect up his things and bring them to my room."

I felt her immediately rise and leave from behind me. Grabbing up my shirt, she skipped over to where I had been sitting, and within a few moments had gathered up my belongings and was heading back into the hotel. As though just wearing a swimsuit, leather collar, and bondage cuffs was totally normal.

“Now,” My Mistress snapped a lead to my collar and reeled me in closer to her, “I'll need to get a better sense of you before I allow you to sleep in your quarters again, so you'll be spending the next two nights in my suite.” My eyes widened a bit at that, and she ran a hand along my collar, “If you are truly stellar in your submissive performance I will allow you to maintain separate sleeping quarters while locked in chastity and my collar. Your every waking moment will still be spent with me, but I am not unreasonable that my submissives are barred from relaxation after hours.”

She flicked my nose and added, in a voice that brooked no argument at all, “But, as you are quite new to this lifestyle, I rather think I'll need to keep you where I can see you. I have a comfortable sleepsack if you behave yourself and there's a nice padded crate if you don't. And you’ll be needing to earn outings like this, just like my girl earns them. Otherwise, I’ll crate you up before bringing her down here."

She crouched forward on the chair, bringing herself right up to me. Her eyes held my own in their grip, and her next words sent a bolt of fearful pleasure coursing through me.

“And if you are a truly eager and attentive slave for me, when this is all over and we are finally allowed to leave this hotel,” she brought her lips up to brush against my ear, “I’ll take you home with me.”

I looked at her wide eyed. Shocked. But she just smiled and raised me to my feet by the leash. As she began walking, tugging me with her into the hotel, her last words before we entered flashed through my brain, “There’s nothing I adore more, than a boy who’s eager to do well.”