Previous parts [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Femdomstories/comments/ifqc6v/sinking_into_love_6_a_vivid_dream/) She was going to meet with Paul that Friday night. After almost two months of break-up, they\`ve decided to meet and talk about what happened. I pick her up a little bit earlier than usual, drove her home, and helped her to get dressed and put a make-up. She was trying to be in her best look. A little bit flashy, a little bit provocative, and a little bit best-girlfriend-ever. If you ask to me, Emma was gorgeous even in her pyjamas, but that night she was definitely an angel. Paul is a very lucky guy, I thought. We did not talk much when she was getting ready for the date. She was just ordering me. After, I drove her to the restaurant that they were going to meet. Just before she leave, she told me: “Be ready and wait for my call. I might need you. Stay awake until the morning if necessary.” “OK Emma, good luck.” … After she got off, I watched her to enter to the restaurant, and started driving the car. I did not know what to do. I wanted to call someone and talk, I wanted to meet with my friends. But I realized that I haven\`t meet with any of them for nearly 3 months. I\`ve visited even my family once in a month at most, even though they were just 90 mins of driving away. I\`ve spent all my time and energy for Emma for last couple of months, and now I had nothing except her, the woman that treats me like a furniture she owns. I was feeling like shit, again. I went to a pub, ordered a pint of beer, and stood in the bar. I was desperate, almost crying. That was new Steve. A man that cries a lot, a man with no friends, no ties. A man that loves a woman too much that abandons everything he has for her, and receives nothing in exchange. No actually, I was receiving lots of humiliation, a broken heart, and a destroyed self-esteem. … Someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned my head and look the man in her mid-30\`s which is looking at me with understanding eyes. He started talking: “Not your day, huh?” “Not even my lifetime.” “Couldn\`t be that bad. You\`re still very alive and young. You\`ll get over it eventually.” “I hope. Cheers.” We clinked our glasses. After a short silence, he started to talk again: “I\`d love to listen, if you tell me what\`s wrong.” “I\`m afraid that I can\`t explain it properly. Better leave it and have fun for this night.” “Come on man, I\`m not an enemy. I\`m just a stranger who doesn\`t know shit about you. If you tell me, I listen. No harsh judgments.” “I just take the love of my life to her boyfriend by my car. With my own hands and my own car. What kind of a man does this?” “Oh I see. A fool lover. I should have guessed. Lots of men in your age does this mistake.” “Which mistake? I\`ve done tons of mistakes.” “That\`s for sure. Look buddy, women demand two things from the men. Endless care and senseless fuck. Some men are able to give both, some can just provide one, and some real poor men cannot give neither. You are obviously the second one, but unfortunately one of the carers, not fuckers. I understand why you feel like a loser, but actually you are in the second most-lucky group. Listen, the first group, which both cares about their women and also fuck them good, are rare. Women are seeking for them desperately, more than you think. All of us wants to be one of them and conquer women\`s heart, but let\`s be honest we are not that good. Most of us. It\`s like playing football. Everyone enjoys it, everyone wants to be good at that but very few of us plays football professionally. And there are fuckers. You may think that they are lucky. Of course they are. But, in the long run, they start to feel miserable too. Every human being demands an intimate relationship. Every single one of us wants to feel to be loved. But they cannot find love easily. Most of the time they can\`t find it ever. No one caress their hair with love. In your age you might prefer fucking women rather than being caressed by them, but five years later you will need to be loved. Now, there are you, the carers. You might have a hard time finding a girl for yourself. But when you find one, you will be happy. You will have sex with your significant other, and believe me it is one of the greatest miracles you can ever experience. Just be yourself, keep behave good to women, and eventually you will find a girl who is in a desperate need for your care. And be sure to fuck her senseless.” ... We\`ve talked a bit more before he left. I have started to feel better. He was right, I\`ve deserved to be loved even after what happened. Maybe I missed my chance with Emma, but I will find a woman who will love me back. Maybe even Emma would love me back, I thought for a second. I started to think about what he said to me, when I was drinking my second pint. And after a couple of minutes, bad feelings came back. He was good at talking and motivating, but on the other hand, I felt that this was not fair. A woman who had sex with tons of different men, who let them cum in their belly, their mouth, their face, their ass, who was a huge slut, a woman who live her life as she likes in her best ages, will come to me when she wants to settle down and have a family, wants a caring husband. And I should greet her with love. I should please her, I should provide her. Then why did not she came to me at her best? Why did I masturbated alone in my room when she was partying? If I am the carer, then she should\`ve come to me first. It was wrong. Whatever happening in this society was wrong. … My phone buzzed and I forget every conclusion I\`ve made. … It was Emma, and there were only 3 short words in the text: “Pick us up” I was weak against her. No talking, no deductions, no inspiring talks could\`ve change that. I was belong to her. And I have started to enjoy it long ago. It has been so long that I couldn\`t even think about standing against her even in my most desperate moment. Long after everything had ended, and Charlotte had released me, (yes, we will come to Charlotte, and a couple of others too) I found the beginning. It was the moment when I offered to pay for her drink a couple of days after we meet. She had accepted that without thinking, and tightened her grip day after day. Until Charlotte threw me away like a pulp. …. “Will be there in 15 minutes” I wasn\`t expecting it actually. I was thinking that they will spend the night together and she will text me in the morning. It wasn\`t even 10 PM yet. And the hardest part is I had to meet with Paul. I had seen him like 2 years ago before it. And back then, I was just a friend of her. I wasn’t sure that how much Emma told him about our extraordinary relationship. I wasn’t sure how should I behave when we meet. I decided to act like a friend and observe Emma\`s reactions. But I realized that it wasn\`t important as soon as I got there. I texted her that I came, and she texted back ordering me come inside and pay the bill. When I got inside and approached the table, I tried to shake hands with Paul, however he stared me with disgust and did not respond. When I was standing there and paying the bill, the most confused person was the waiter. Neither Emma, nor Paul bothered themselves with talking to me. After we left, I opened the door and let them get on the backseat of the car. And shortly after I started driving, Paul said: “So, you must be Steve. I don\`t remember you from the college.” “Yes, I\`m Steve. Pleased to meet you then.” “I\`m not pleased at all.” He was obviously nervous, Emma told me to shut the fuck up and drive them to home, and started kissing Paul. They were both a little drunk and it turned to a French kiss in seconds. Paul\`s hands were all over Emma\`s body. I was watching them from the rear view mirror. He was grabbing her boobs, touching her legs, squeezing her butt and all I was doing was keeping myself not to crash car to the nearest wall and trying desperately keeping my eyes away from the mirror. … Right after we got to home, Emma told me to bring them some wine. When I brought the wine, they were sitting at the couch, and both of them were nervous. Paul, was nervous because of me and Emma was nervous because of the weird situation. She told me to sit in front of them. “On the floor?” “Do you deserve more?” I was deeply ashamed. Emma humiliating me in private and Emma humiliating me in front of someone else, a disgusting man is completely different things. But I had nothing to say. I sat on the floor, on my knees. “Tell me what\`s going on here.” Said Paul. I tried to behave: “I am serving the Emma.” “Why?” “Because I am her slave.” “That\`s stupid.” Emma looked at me with a little panic and started talking: “I told you my love. He means not more than a shoerack. But well more useful. He can serve us both. You will love it.” “I\`m not going to love it that\`s ridiculous. Why on earth he\`s doing this?” “Because he wants to do it. It\`s what he is, right Steve?” “Yes. I am glad to serve Emma. I just want her to be happy, that\`s all.” “No that\`s not all. Emma, I can\`t accept that you are living in the same house with a pervert. That\`s what he is. I read about something like that. They are masochists, they are perverts. I don’t want you to live with him.” “But sweetie, he can\`t do anything bad to me. Hey loser, take off my shoes.” I reached and took off her shoes gently. “His shoes too.” When I tried to reach Paul\`s shoes calmly, but with a disgust in my face that I can\`t suppress, Paul pulled her feet: “Don\`t touch it.” “Kiss my foot then.” Said Emma, and pulled her right foot in front of my face. I started kissing the sole of her foot. “See how obedient he is? He\`s a loyal servant and makes me feel like a medieval princess. Don\`t you want me to be your princess?” She leaned and kissed Paul\`s cheek, while he was looking at me with pure disgust. “Did he ever saw you naked?” “Yes, a couple of times. He\`s not a man, don\`t worry.” What? Am I not a man? I thought. It was the first time that she openly acknowledged this. I wanted to object, but it was useless especially when I was kissing her foot in front of her boyfriend. “So, is he gay?” “I don\`t know for sure.” I stopped briefly and looked at them with begging eyes. But Emma kicked me softly with her foot and told me not to stop. “I don\`t care what he is doing with his court dwarf.” “His what? Wait, did you see him naked too? Emma stop that shit right now I am not accepting that.” He stood up, Emma followed him and hugged his neck. They were talking like I wasn\`t there. “Come on, Paulie, be a little open minded. Think how much useful he can be. Think how handy to have a slave. He is just a slave.” “Are you, you son of a bitch?” He kicked me not too hard, but enough to roll me over. “Yes I am. I am whatever Emma wants.” “Get naked, now” told me Paul. I hesitated a little bit, just like Emma. She was confused like me. But just a second later she came near me, put her foot on my face and told me to do whatever he says when she was pressing my face hardly. I tried to loose my belt and take off my pants while her foot was resting on my face. I was naked below my waist, and I was hard uncontrollably. I was getting hard every time Emma\`s feet touches me, since it was the only part I can touch her most of the time. “Is he always erected like this around you? I can\`t tolerate this, Emma. I can\`t stand knowing that you are living with a pervert. I am sorry. This must end. We are going to kick him out of your life.” “Don\`t you see how pathetic he is? Don\`t you see he enjoys being under my foot? He is erected because we are humiliating him. It might be the most useful perversion.” “I don\`t know, honey. That\`s so confusing.” Emma pulled her foot from my face, walked towards Paul: “I know, honey. But you will love it. Promise.” They started kissing passionately, while I was on the floor half naked. I was watching them even though I did not want to. Their kissing became more passionate every second, and they started moaning silently. “I missed you so much.” “Me too” answered Paul, while taking of Emma\`s blouse. And Emma was unbuttoning his trousers while Paul licking her neck disgustingly. After they were almost naked, Emma pushed him towards the couch, and climbed top of him. When he ewas sucking Emma\`s boobs, she whispered to me passionately: “Lick me”