Billy goes to Karen's house.

As Billy walked up to Karen's unfairly magnificent house, his main emotion was fear. Karen was so deep in his head that he didn't even consider ghosting her. All he considered was what it might take to make it right, and how she might choose to punish him.

Still, though, his brain made room for a few other thoughts. How did Karen get this house? She didn't really seem to have a job. She had a personal trainer and a maid, but seemingly no husband and no income. How was she so seemingly wealthy?

He also was thinking about Selena. So far, she was a mystery. She had given him orders which may have been flirtatious, but they also might have been just orders. He couldn't figure out whether she was shy, or haughty. Maybe he would find out momentarily.

With some hesitation, he rang the doorbell. Billy wasn't sure how long he waited, because it felt like an eternity. Just as he was about to ring it again, Selena opened it.

She was wearing very short denim shorts and a white spaghetti strap tank top that showed her cleavage. Her boobs weren't nearly as big as Karen's, or Anna's for that matter, but they were very nicely formed B-cups if Billy had to guess. Her tank top only came down to just above her belly button, revealing a couple inches of lightly tanned, flawless midriff.

"You're finally here..." she said, her tone impossible to read. Was she disappointed? Disgusted? Indifferent? Billy had no hope of telling. Selena turned around and Billy got a good look at her ass as she walked back inside, beckoning him to follow. Her ass was firm and tight, and bigger than you'd expect on a skinny girl like her.

Billy rounded the corner into the dining room and took it all in. A medium-sized pizza box on the big oak table, two slices left. Crusts on each of their plates. Karen sitting at the head of the table, regarding Billy coolly. Karen looked hot as always, wearing a black tank top that showed off her fantastic tits. From his angle, Billy could see that Karen's tank top, like Selena's, revealed a bit of her midriff. Not something a women Karen's age should be able to get away with, but damned if she didn't pull it off. She also wore loose gym shorts that showed off her powerful thighs.

"Sit," she said imperiously, pointing to a chair.

Billy sat. No thought, just obedience. Something about Karen's commanding tone was making his cock hard. Selena watching wasn't doing anything to help that, either. He couldn't help watching as she slid gracefully into another chair.

Karen and Selena then proceeded to utterly ignore Billy for a few minutes, resuming whatever conversation they'd been having before he arrived. It sounded like Karen was giving Selena dating advice. Billy had no interest and immediately stopped paying attention. Selena grabbed the second-to -last slice of pizza and started eating it. Billy looked at the last one, only just now realizing how hungry he was after all the day's activities.

Did they want him to have it? Did he dare take it?

Billy reached out for the last slice, and Karen stopped him with an icy glare. He froze, his open hand in midair.

"Did you buy that pizza?" she asked, rhetorically.

"No..." Billy admitted.

"As a matter of fact, you were supposed to show up at 4 and cook us spaghetti carbonara, correct?"

"Yes," Billy admitted, now sounding a little sheepish.

Karen took the last slice for herself, a classic move. She took a messy, ostentatious bite, swallowed, and then continued.

"We weren't planning on ordering pizza. We had to do it when you didn't show up. Selena can eat anything she wants and still keep her figure. That's youth and good genes. But I hope you don't think I can routinely eat stuff like this. I can't maintain my own figure without a good diet and intense workouts. So now that you've ruined my diet for the day, how are you going to make it up to us?"

"Er...pay for the pizza?" Billy said. He instantly knew it was the wrong answer.

"Pay for the pizza? Pay for the pizza?" Karen gestured around her at the beautiful dining room. "Do I look like a person who has trouble affording a pizza?"

Billy raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Okay, okay, I won't pay for the pizza?"

"No, you most certainly WILL pay for the pizza. But it's not what we wanted, and not what we asked for, and that alone won't make it right. You're going to make it up to us--me--by giving me a good workout," Karen said.

Everything clicked into place. She wanted to box him again. Of course, she could do that whenever she wanted, but she apparently wanted to incorporate some kind of power game into it too. Classic Karen behavior.

"What did you just say?" Karen snapped. She got out of her chair and walked around the table toward him.

"Nothing," Billy tried to say, but Karen had already gotten in his face and grabbed a bunched handful of his shirt collar.

"That's not what I heard. What did you SAY just now?" she asked angrily.

Again, Billy felt that obedience kick in. Her power over him was overwhelming. "Classic Karen behavior," he mumbled shamefully.

THWAP!

Before he knew it, Karen hit him with a blistering slap across his face. Billy almost stumbled over his chair trying to keep his balance. His brain was rattled and he felt woozy. Damn Carly and Lucy for beating him so badly earlier today, he felt certain this slap wouldn't have done so much damage if not for that.

SMACK!

This time it was a backhand across the other side of his face, with the same arm. Billy hadn't even gotten into a position where he could have blocked it. Now he stumbled into the table.

Karen yanked him upright using her grip on his shirt, and he grabbed her wrist with one hand, raising the other to protect his face. But it wasn't what Karen had in mind.

THUD! She sunk a deep hook into Billy's tender belly, knocking the wind completely out of him.

Billy took a clumsy swing at Karen, but he was already on his way down, and Karen sped the process by seizing his wrist and doing some sort of judo twist away from him. She twisted his arm painfully behind his back and drove him to his knees.

Then, to make it worse, he could feel her immaculately pedicured foot pressing down between his shoulderblades. She was practically yanking his arm out of his socket, while using her strong leg to drive him to the floor!

Billy hit the floor hard, flattened by the **** of Karen's moves. "Uggghhh," he groaned, unable to free his arm from her **** grip. He couldn't get a good look at Selena's face to see how she was reacting to this, but he could see her legs under the table. She had one hand clasped between her upper thighs, and Billy wondered if it was because she was horny from watching Karen destroy him.

He turned his head to the side in an effort to look up at Karen, but all he saw was her foot coming down at him. In a split second, he noted that she was wearing an expensive-looking ankle bracelet. Classic Karen behavior--except this time he wouldn't say it out loud.

Nor would he say anything, because Karen's foot pinned the side of his head painfully to the wood floor. She twisted her foot this way and that, grinding it into Billy's face, squishing his cheeks and lips together painfully.

Now Karen started monologuing like the villain she was.

"I thought after I beat your ass in front of a room full of other women, we wouldn't have to have a conversation about RESPECT and OBEDIENCE. I thought after I utterly defeated you, you would have the sense not to question me! But instead, you show up late, you have the audacity to demand a slice of the pizza we shouldn't have even had to buy, and then you call me names??"

In a **** attempt to relieve the pressure on his head, Billy used his free arm to grab Karen's ankle. He couldn't move her foot at all, though, and Karen just laughed.

"This will be less painful if you stop fighting, ****,"_ _she said. It was the first time she'd said the word **** to him in front of her daughter, and Billy's face burned red. He couldn't help notice that his cock was as hard as the diamonds in the anklet he was gripping.

Karen gave it one more twist of her foot on Billy's face, and he gave up, going completely limp.

"Good boy," she cooed. "Was that so difficult? We're not going to have any problems now, are we?"

Karen took her foot off Billy's head, but kept her grip on his wrist. She circled around him until her feet were both right in front of his face.

"I was going to suggest a boxing match tonight, but I can see you're not up to it," Karen said, giggling. "So how about you give my feet some attention, leave some money for the pizza, and we'll leave it at that? And I'll get my workout on Friday," she said.

What? This psycho bitch wanted him to "give her feet some attention?" After savagely beating him?

"Kiss," she said simply, wiggling her toes in front of him. Her nails were painted a dangerous shade of red. She reached down and grabbed Billy's free wrist, yanking his arm up in a mirror of her existing hold.

Billy made no move to kiss her feet. Not because they were unattractive...just because he'd never kissed any woman's feet before and was **** to start now.

Karen wasn't about to take no for an answer. She pulled at his wrists, causing him to slump forward, his head landing right on her two feet.

"Do...what...I...say!" she said firmly, tweaking his arms a bit with each word. Now they both felt like they were on fire. Billy knew there was no escape.

He lowered his head again and began kissing the smooth skin of Karen's feet. He couldn't help noticing how appealing they were; in fact, he'd never been attracted to a woman's feet in this way.

He started kissing and licking her toes, and she made a pleasurable little hum in response. He even sucked at them a little.

"Okay...not bad," she allowed. Billy didn't stop, because she didn't tell him to stop.

Billy's frantic, **** foot worship went on for a few minutes, and finally Karen relaxed her grip on his arms a little, giving him some relief. He felt pins and needles as his blood flow started to return to normal.

"See, Selena? This is what I was talking about before. You need a boyfriend who is totally obedient. Anything less is a waste of your valuable time. Why don't you give this a try? I bet you'll like it."

Selena stood up and came around to where Karen had been standing. Karen resumed her position behind Billy, one foot on the center of his back like a conquistador. A conquistadora, that is.

"Tell him to kiss your feet, honey," Karen said.

"Kiss my feet," Selena said, giggling slightly. Her feet were even more appealing than Karen's, incredibly smooth and delicate. Her nails were painted a light sea-green. Billy didn't need to be asked twice, this time he dove right in, kissing and licking her beautiful feet and sucking on her nice delicate toes.

Surreptitiously, he kept glancing up at Selena. At first, her eyes were closed, and she was simply drinking in the sensation. Then, though, he saw her mouth slowly form into a haughty grin.

So. Selena probably was just a mini-Karen in the making. Not exactly the sweet, innocent daughter he had been hoping she was. Oh well. It's not like he disliked being dominated, apparently.

After a particularly passionate lick up the inside of Selena's foot, she pulled it back and lightly smacked his face with her foot.

"Careful, you'll make my mom jealous...and you definitely don't want that!" Selena said, laughing.

Billy didn't want to admit it, but Selena's little footsmack had made him woozy, even though she didn't hit him that hard. What was happening to him? He toned down his kisses a little bit, but didn't stop.

In a moment, Selena pulled her foot back and walked away. Billy craned his neck to get a look at her long, lithe legs in those little jean shorts.

"Maybe you're right, Mom. I could get used to that. Most of the college boys I've been seeing definitely don't act like this."

"But neither did Billy, until he met us," Karen reminded her. "All men need is a little...training."

Billy shivered, the chill running down his spine straight to his rock-hard cock. Karen let his hand go, and his whole arm thunked down onto the floor. He didn't move. Couldn't, really.

Karen let him go and stepped away from him. "Clean up the table, I trust you know how to do that. Leave $40 for the pizza. Lock the door on your way out. And come back on Friday afternoon at 2pm. And Billy?"

He tilted his head towards her. She was grinning wickedly.

"You're not going to be late, are you?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"No, ma'am," Billy said, the "ma'am" slipping out unexpectedly.

"I'm divorced, Billy. And 'ma'am' makes me feel old. Try...'Mistress Karen,'" she said, still grinning like she wanted to see how far she could take it.

The answer was as far as she wanted. She'd beaten all the resistance out of Billy, at least for today.

"Yes...Mistress Karen."

The two women giggled and walked off, leaving Billy and his neglected cock alone in the dining room.