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Teen Femdom

 

 

By Slave Shoelicker

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My wife had passed away about a year and a half ago and my sex life

had deteriorated to masterbation.  Most of the time I utilized the

ever growing collection of magazines and material that I would

download from the internet.  Occasionally I would be treated to a show

by my next door neighbor's kid.  Kim was a senior in high school and a

real knockout.  Her mother was japanese and had passed on a

captivatung look to her daughter.

 

 

On this particular friday, Kim had gotten home from school and was

sunning herself in the backyard.  I got out the binoculars and had a

perfect bird's eye view from my bedroom window.  She was wearing a

white shirt with a short pleated skirt.  She had on those white anklet

socks and patent leather maryjanes that drove me wild.  She stretched

out in a lounge chair and I could see almost all her legs up to her

underwear.  She undid the maryjanes and I focused in on those legs and

feet in the white anklets.

 

After about thirty seconds I came in one of the best orgasms I've had in quite a while.  As I took the binoculars away, I thought I saw Kim looking my way, but she must have

been just looking around because she went back to reading her magazine

as if nothing had happened.

The portable phone she had with her rang and she disappeared into the

house.  A short time latter, while I was down in the kitchen, I

noticed Kim driving off in her car.  Out of curiosity I went back

upstairs and sure enough she had left those maryjanes out in the back

by the lounge chair.  The fence seperating our yards was only 5 feet

high and the area was pretty secluded.  Besides I knew both her

parents worked and wouldn't be home for hours.  I was over the fence

in seconds and found myself kneeling by the lounge chair.  I picked up

one of the shoes and brought it up to my nose.  I inhaled the

fragrance of her feet and the leather.  Even though I had just

masterbated less then an hour ago,  I was rock hard again.  I undid my

pants to get at my dick and started wacking off.  I started licking

 

the laether of the shoe and imagining that Kim was still wearing them.

As I began to lick the grit off the sole of the shoe I came again in

another shuddering orgasm.

 

After regaining my composure, I started to redo my pants when I

noticed Kim on the other side of the sliding glass door.  She had a

camera and was clicking away taking my picture.  Before I could move

she closed the curtain and disappeared.  I quickly got up and high

tailed it back to my place.  I didn't know exactly what to do now.

What would Kim do?  Would she tell her parents? Or worse, the police?

There didn't seam to be anything I could do except wait and see.  A

couple of hours past and then the doorbell rang.

 

 

My heart raced.  I went to the door and peeked through the peep hole.

It was Kim on the other side and she was alone.  She rang the bell

again and I thought perhaps I should talk to her to see if she had

told anyone, and if not, maybe I could persuade her not to.  I opened

the door and she walked right in stating she had something to show me.

She plopped the pictures down on the coffee table in the living room.

There was dead silence.  I didn't need to look, I knew what they were.

 

 

"I've got the negatives tucked away" she stated.  There she was in the

same outfit as before, even the maryjanes.  I was numb, frozen.  Just

then, she kneed me in the groin and pulled me down on top of her.  She

started yelling "get off, get off!"  I was confused and in pain.  She

was the one who created the situation.  I was struggling to get up,

however she really got me good with her knee and the pain was somewhat

paralyzing.

 

 

I finally rolled off and Kim was talking to someone.  I hadn't closed

the front door and there was Kim's girlfriend Karen, camera in hand.

Karen was gone as I struggled to my feet.  What was going on here?  I

fell over on the couch still in a good deal of pain.  Kim sat in the

chair opposite me with a smirk on her face.  She crossed her legs

which caused the skirt to ride up high, and started swinging her leg.

 

 

"What should we do now Mr. Conway?  Do you have any suggestions?  Rape

is a very serious crime in this state."

 

 

I started to stammer something unintelligible but my mind was

swimming,  I couldn't think clearly.  Just then the doorbell rang

again and Kim got up to get it.  It was Karen, obviously she had put

the camera away fo safe keeping.

 

 

Karen was another knockout.  Instead of the exotic look that Kim

portrayed, Karen was a blond haired blue eyed beauty who was captain

of the cheerleading squad.  She was dressed in a close fitting

turtleneck that accentuated her perfect breasts, tight jeans to show

off her incredibly shaped butt, and saddle shoes.  Even though I had

come twice in the lst four hours, my dick was stirring again at the

sight of these two young beauties.

 

 

"Come in and make yourself comfortable, Karen," Kim said. "We were

just about to discuss what to do about this sudden turn of events.

How about it Mr. Conway, are you willing to discuss this matter or

would you like us to leave and take it up with someone else, the

police perhaps?"

 

 

"No don't do that!  I'm sure we can discuss this and resolve it

without bringing anyone else into the picture.  Things have gotten a

little out of hand.  After all nothing really happened except perhaps

I tresspassed  on your property."

 

 

"Well thats not what the evidence suggests.  I can see this might not

be that easy," Kim said.  "I'm not sure I'm comfortable in the present

sitaution, after all it's quite apparent that you are a sex maniac.  I

think we need to change the circumstances here if we are to continue

to try and resolve this."

 

 

"Just what do you have in mind Kim, I see no reason why we can't

continue."

 

 

There was no way I could let her leave and take this to someone else.

 

 

"Well I need to feel Karen and I are safe before we continue.  Do you

have anr rope?"

 

 

I didn't like the way this was going-- "ah yes perhaps there is some

in the garage, but..."

 

 

"Go and get it, we will wait here."

 

 

"But..."

 

 

"GO AND GET IT, OR WE ARE LEAVING TO TAKE THIS UP WITH

 SOME PEOPLE WHO WUOLD FIND THIS INTERESTING" Kim ordered.

 

 

I quickly got up and did as she said.  I returned with the rope and

Kim had me get on my knees and place my hands behind my back.  I was

becoming real adept at complying with her orders.

 

 

After she tied my hands and feet together she said we could continue

the "conversation."

 

 

"Alright Mr. Conway, you've done a terrible thing and you must suffer

the consequences."

 

 

It was apparent that there was no need for me to join in this

discussion as Kim was going to dictate the terms of my "punishment."

She again took up her seat and began swinging her leg.  I was staring

at her foot as it moved back and forth.  My penis had grown to full

length and it was extremely uncomfortable as there was nothing I could

do to relieve the discomfort caused by the awkward position.  Somehow

I think she knew, as she continued.

 

 

"Since you are in no position to argue," she continued, "you will

agree to whatever I say the punishment should be to fit your crime."

 

 

"Well?" Kim asked.

 

 

I had gotten caught up staring at her foot.  The maryjane and the

white anklet were driving me way beyond distraction and I didn't know

she had expected a response from me.

 

 

Before I could respond, she continued "Okay perhaps you need some time

to ponder what would be worse.  But understand me I will take this to

the police if necessary and I do believe you will be a very old man

before you see the free world again.  Come on Karen, lets make

ourselves at home while Conway dear thinks this over."

 

 

I couldn't see what they were doing, but I decided to let things

progress at Kim's pace and wait for her to return.  She was probably

in the kitchen getting something to drink.

 

 

About fifteen minutes later they returned.  Kim had a bunch of papers

in her hand.  She had gone upstairs and my heart began to pound again.

It looks like she found my stash of femdom stories that I kept in my

nitestand drawer.  She took up her seat in front of me as I continued

to be forced to kneel in this awkward position.  She said nothing and

I said nothing.  Again I was mesmerized by her foot as it comenced

swinging.

 

 

"It appears that I will have to reevaluate the situation" she

declared, "come along Karen, lets think this over while we get

something for dinner."

"Hey what about the ropes?" I asked as it was clear they were leaving.

 

 

"Oh they will still be here when we get back" as they both laughed

their way out the door.

 

 

I slithered along as best I could to see what it was she was reading.

It was one of my favorite stories that I had picked up.  About a guy

who remarries a woman with an eighteen year old daughter.  The

daughter eventually converts the guy into her complete slave.  She

rules him totally.  She is extremely sadistic and demanding and he is

so captivated by her that he can refuse her nothing and there is

nothing that he wouldn't do if she commands it.  He eventually gets

divorced to become the complete slave to the daughter.  He becomes so

enslaved that he ceases to have a life outside of his slavery to this

wicked femdom.

 

Just what Kim was going to make of all this I didn't know.  Jeese, why

the hell did I have to climb that fence.  What had I gotten myself

into?

 

About two  hours had past and it must have been near 9:30 in the

evening.  I was beginning to wonder if Kim an Karen were coming back.

Perhaps they had had enough fun and games and were going to leave

things as they were.  Now all I would have to do is get out of these

ropes and hope the whole affair would fade away. 

 

 

Just as I was

getting my hopes up they returned with several packages.  They

completely ignored me as they made themselves at home.  It was clear

they were concocting something.  They each called their parents and

said they would be spending the weekend over the others house.

Apparently this was pretty routine as they had no trouble arranging to

spend the nite doing whatever the had in mind.

 

Kim returned to her chair sipping a diet soda and began swinging her

foot once again.

 

 

"My my, just what are we going to do with you."  She

picked up the stories that were on the coffee table and started

sifting through them.  "Just what role do you see yourself playing in

these stories?" Kim asked as Karen laughed.  "There seems to be only

one role for you in each one," as she continued to flip through the

stories.

 

My heart was pounding again and I was just to  dumbfounded to respond

to her.  Just then her foot stopped moving.  I noticed instantly as of

course I hadn't been able to take my eyes off it.

 

"I tell you what we are going to do" she started to say, "your

punishment for your vile acts will be this, and if you don't agree to

comply fully and wholeheartedly in every way, we will leave right now

and let the chips fall where they may when the authorities find out

about the attempted rape.  You will become my slave, my complete

slave.  You will do whatever I say whenever I say it.  You will not

even think about disobeying any order I give you. I will expect you to

comply with my orders immediatly and without hesitation.  If you agree

to do this for however long I decide the arrangement will last, when I

decide I am through with you i will give you the negatives and set you

free.  You must now decide.  If you agree to all of the terms I have

set out, slither along on your belly and lick the sole of my shoe."

 

 

 

I couldn't decide if I had died and gone to heaven or hell as this was

one of my ultimate fantasies.  I just never imagined it would happen

in real life, and I'm not sure that I really ever wanted it to be more

than a fantasy.  Regardless, I had absolutely no bargaining power and

had to comply since life behind bars was unimaginable.

 

I slithered as best I could as I could here Karen laughing in the

background.  My dick nearly exploded as I reached her shoe and

contorted myself into a position to lick the sole which she was not

about to move and make easy for me.

 

 

I licked for about two minutes when Kim got up and walked away.  I

noticed that Karen had been filming the whole affair on video.

 

"Now I'm going to remove the ropes but I want you to remain on your

knees.  You are never to move or speak unless I direct you to.  Any

infraction of the rules will result in severe punishment.  You will

refer to me as Godess Kim and Karen will be refered to as Lady Karen."

 

She undid the ropes and left me kneeling there.  Suddenly I realized

that I hadn't had anything to eat or drink for quite some time but I

had no means to communicate this to Godess Kim under the rules that I

had to obey.

 

 

Kim went into one of the bags that she came in with and pulled out

what was clearly a contraption to put on my cock.  "Strip, but remain

on your knees."  I hesitated for just a split second and Kim went back

into the bag and pulled out a riding crop.  "Bend over the coffee

table and stick your ass in the air, and you better be quick about it

or your punishment will be more severe.

 

I had gotten m pants down to my ankles as she was getting the crop, so

I was bare assed.  Also, Karen, who was filming the whole thing was

laughing at the fact that I was apparently enjoying all this since my

dick had gone to full mast. 

 

I had fantasized many times about getting

caned by a femdom but I wasn't sure how it would  be in a real

situation.  I could only hope it would be as good as my experience

licking Kim's shoe, which was beyond the pleasure of anything I had

dreamed of.

 

"You will count out loud and thank me between each stroke."

 

Whap!!!  The pain was emence.  It was obvious that Kim was going to

hold nothing back.  I sucked in my breath from the sting of the blow.

Suddenly two more blows in quick succession.  "I told you to count and

thank me between each stroke"

 

 

"Three," I yelled, "thank-you Godess Kim, may I have another"

 

"We will start over from the beginning and see if you can get it right

this time.  I sure hope you are not learning disabled for your sake."

Whap!!!  "One! Thank-you Godess Kim, may I have another."

Whap!!!  "Two! Thank-you Godess Kim, may I have another."

Whap!!!  "Three! Thank-you Godess Kim, may I have another."

Kim kept the strokes coming with what felt like all her strength.  The

pain was unreal yet I was aroused beyond belief.

 

 

"Kim, don't you think you should take it easy?" Karen asked from

behind the camcorder.

 

"Karen you are not to advise me in the treatment of my slave. if you

can't stomach it, you are free to leave.  Well slaveboy would you like

me to go a little easier on you?"

 

"Whatever would make you happy Godess Kim."

"Well maybe you are not as slow a learner as I thought."

Whap!!!  "Four! Thank-you Godess Kim, may I have another."

 

 

"Oh no, after that interuption we start all over from one now."

 

Whap!!!  "One! Thank-you Godess Kim, may I have another."

This continued up to ten strokes.  I was sure to be bruised for a

month, and sitting was going to be very difficult.  I slid off the

table on to the floor, totally spent.

 

 

 

"Look at that," Karen exclaimed, "he gooed all over the table!"

 

"What do you have to say for yourself"

The beating had really taken its toll on me and I was extremely

thirsty.  "Please Godess Kim, may I have some water, I haven't had

anything to drink for several hours."

 

"You want a drink?" she flashed the crop at me, "Drink up that mess

you made on the table.  Be sure to capture this for posterity Karen."

Who had stopped filming momentarily.

 

Knowing full well that any hesitation would not go over well, I

quickly and greedily lapped up the mess. 

 

It was the first time I had

eaten cum and while the taste was unappealing, the fact that Kim had

ordered me to eat it made it extremely appealing.

 

 

"There now are we still thirsty?"

"Yes Godess Kim."

"Tilt your head back."  Kim made a snorting sound like she was sucking

the snot from her nasal passages into her throat.  She then glanced at

Karen to ensure she was filming the whole thing.  She got about three

inches above my face, her hair gently brushing the side of my cheeks.

I knew to open my mouth, and she slowly let one of the biggest goobers

I have seen ooze its way onto my tongue.  I closed my eyes and savored

it like a fine wine.

 

 

"Now slave I want you to show me you appreciation for the kindnest I

have shown you."

 

I crawled over to the chair in which she was sitting and lost myself

in the extasy as I licked her shoe.  Kim beamed a smile over at Karen

as she knew she had totally broken me and I had become her complete

slave, just like the one she read about in the story just hours ago.

 

 

I had no idea where this would all lead.

 

"O.K. now, off with the rest of your clothes, you have some new things

to wear." Kim stated, and I knew that she expected quick and total

compliance.  In no time I was naked and on my knees before her.

 

She took the cock and ball harness and affixed it to the base of my

cock and around my balls, splitting them into two tight sacs.  Next

she took a thin rawhide cord and attached it to the harness.  The cord

was about 4-5 feet long.  She gave a quick tug and I yelped from the

pain that shot through me.  Kim just glared my way to let me know to

keep my mouth shut.

 

 

The next article of "clothing" was a studded collar.  This she just

handed to me and I dutyfully placed it around my neck.

 

 

"That's all for now slave, are you still thirsty?"

"Yes, Godess Kim." I replied.

"Well go into the kitchen and get a big bowl and fill it with as much

water as you would like to drink."  I was about to get up when Kim

stopped me and said, "Around here you will stay on your knees at all

times unless you need to get up to comply with an order that you

receive from me."

 

I crawled in from the kitchen carrying a bowl of water.

"Place it between my feet."  Kim directed, "Now undo the buckle on my

shoes, but be sure to do it properly."

 

I wasn't exactly sure what she meant by properly, and was in no mood

to ask without permission to speak, so I lowered myself down to the

level of her shoes and very tenderly kissed her right shoe as if it

were a lover on the first night you fell in love.  After several

passionate kisses I felt a tug on the cord, and the pain in my cock

and balls told me it was time to move on.  I carefully undid the

buckle, kissing it both before and after, and then gingerly slid the

shoe from her foot.  I kissed it before I put it down, breathing in

the wonderous oder that the leather and foot sweat combined to make.

 

"Smell my foot" Kim ordered to my utmost delight.  I lowered my head

and began inhaling the fragrance which was utterly intoxicating.  My

cock was straining at the harness which now dug into the base of my

cock.  "I've gone about two or three days in these socks so they must

be pretty rank by now.  How do they smell slave?" Kim asked.

 

"They smell far more lovely than the sweetest rose" I exclaimed as

both Karen and Kim bust out in laughter.

 

"That's enough with that foot," as she took it away and placed it in

the bowl.  "On to the next one."

 

I repeated the process of long loving kisses to her left shoe as her

right foot soaked in the water. 

 

After she tired of the attention I was extolling to her left foot she gave a tug on the cord to signal wewere to move on.  She lifted her right foot out of the water and let

it drip over the bowl.

 

 

"Carefully remove my sock and don't spill any water."  I did as told

and awaited further instructions.  "Place the sock in your mouth and

suck it clean."  The white anklet still had some salty sweat in it and

I was in heaven with the tasks Kim was assigning.  I must have leaked

a pint of pre-cum and I'm sure I would have exploded if it weren't for

the cock harness digging into the base of my cock.

 

 

"O.K. Karen, let me have the camcorder and take a seat on the couch.

Slave, time to start paying homage to our little cheerleader here.

Same treatment as before, and don't let me see you cutting corners."

I crawled over to the lovely blond cheerleader and started

passionately kissing her saddle shoes.  Karen giggled quite a bit as I

made love to her shoes, but I knew I had to perform no less a humbling

and humiliating task with Karen as I had with Kim.  The whole purpose

of this was my total degradation and humiliation.  It was unbelievable

that I could find this utter humiliation so sexually stimulating.

 

Karen's socks were pale pink lacey anklets.  She had worn them for

cheerleading practice and once again I was lost in complete nirvana at

the task I was performing.  The smell was even more pungent than Kim's

feet.  I would have gladly smelled her feet for hours more, however

Kim had other plans, and after Karen had soaked her feet in the bowl,

it was time to move on.

 

"Slave, time for you to drink, but first we must spice it up."  Kim

snorted out another thick goobery load of saliva, flem, and snot.

After this she had Karen do the same until they had each spit half a

dozen times into the bowl. 

 

Kim gave a tug on the cock leash and

pulled me towards the mixture that had once been water but was now a

cloudy, milky, gooey liquid.

 

"No hands, and you are to drink your way down to the bottom of the

bowl without spilling a drop.  Then suck the slop out of the socks

until they are practically dry."

Kim and Karen took off and left me to my task.  My hands and feet were

no longer tied so I was free to do anything I pleased, and yet they

may as well have been bound as tight as could be because I had

developed an insatiable appetite for degradation and humiliation at

the hands and feet of these two beautiful teen vixens.  I was ready to

comit to slavery forever at their feet.  Somehow, I think Kim had

grasped all of this long before I did.  My cock strained at its bounds

once again as I slurped up the gooey slime floating on the surface of

the mixture.  Because it was so thick, I was able to suck off almost

the entire flemmy goo off the surface in one gulp.  My mouth was

filled to practically overflowing with the slimey goo, yet I held it

in my mouth for quite some time, tasteing and basking in my

humiliation once again.  Just then I noticed that the camcorder had

been left on to record my actions.  I wondered how Kim would react to

the performance I had just given that could not have been any better

if it had been supervised by the crop?

 

"O.K. thats about enough for one night, grab that package over there

and bring it up to the bedroom."  Kim ordered.  I crawled over and

dragged the package up the stairs to the bedroom.  I was not quite

prepared for what awaited me when I got there.  Karen was standing

there brushing her long blond hair in nothing but flimsy hot pink

panties and one of my tee shirts that she had cut to barely cover her

breasts.  Kim was in white cotton panties, and had only a sports bra

on top.  After gawking for a minute or so, Kim ordered me to bring her

the package as she sat on the bed.  She took out handcuffs and

anklecuffs and she quickly affixed them on me.  Next, she took a chain

with clasps at both ends.  She attached one end to the ring on my

studded collar, and the other to the ring on the cock harness.  The

chain was extremely short and I had to hunch over as far as I could

for Kim to attach it to my harness.  Then she attached the handcuffs

to the anklecuffs.  I was now contorted into a position where I was

sitting on my heels with my head pulled down into my thighs.  There

was almost no room for movement unless I was willing to risk

castration.  Karen was once again filming my humiliation to capture it

for future display.

 

 

Meanwhile, she took the tape that had recorded my drinking scene

downstairs and set it up to play on the bedroom TV.  Kim kicked me

over on my side and told me to enjoy the show.  They rewound the tape

to the spot where they went upstairs and left me with orders to drink.

Kim and Karen got into my(?) bed and started the tape.  They burst out

with laughter as they watched me humiliate myself on my own with

niether one there.  Karen could not believe the look of total extasy

on my face as I savored the gooey flemmy slime before swallowing.  It

appeared that Kim had made a friendly bet with Karen that i would

humiliate myself no less so if they were not there, and the proof was

on the camera.

 

"You are right Kim, he really is your total slave.  I can't believe you

were able to do this in less then a day."  It was hard for me to

believe as well, but there was no doubt that Karen was right, I was

Kim's total slave.

 

They shut off the tape, and turned out the lights, and I thought they

were going to bed, until I heard the sounds of some hot and heavy

action taking place up above.  They were obviously treating themselves

to numerous orgasms while I was left with a rock hard cock for which

there would be no relief tonight.  So I drifted off to a painful and

fitfull sleep given the bound position I had been left in.

 

Saturday morning arrived and I had hopes of being released from my

bonds.  The girls awoke around 8:30 and started mulling around.  They

took showers and dressed in yesterday's clothes.  Kim released me and

told me to take a shower and be quick about it.  As quickly as I

could, I showered, shaved and dressed.  ThenI crawled down the stairs

to greet the teens.

 

"What are you doing with clothes on?" Kim asked angrily, "You are not

to have clothes on in this house unless told to."  Needless to say I

was stripping as fast as I could.  On my knees I crawled over and

rested my head on the floor in front of Kim's feet.

 

"You may beg my forgiveness."

 

 

With every ounce of sincerity I could muster I pleaded for forgiveness

from Kim, promising that I was doing my best to comply with her every

wish and that I would try as though my life depended on it to please

her in ways that she couldn't yet imagine. Ii would struggle to

perform for her exactly as she wanted without her even having to ask.

 

 

 

"I will overlook this transgretion just this once only because I am in

a hurry and I don't want to work up a sweat beating your ass.  However

rest assured that should I feel like punishing you later you have

merely been granted a short reprieve.  Now show me gratitude for the

mercy I have bestowed on you.

 

Once again I prostated myself before this amazing girl and kissed her

shoes as if there was no tommorrow, which there might not be if she

was not completely satisfied with my performance.  She tilted her shoe

slightly and I was able to stuggle to lick her soles, abasing myself

once again as Karen recorded the moment.

 

 

 

Without my cock harness on, the degradation I was feeling while

licking her soul sent me over the edge as I came on the kitchen floor.

 

 

"Enough," Kim stated, as she kicked me away.  Observing the mess I

made, she smiled and spit right in the middle of it.  "On your back!"

I rolled on my back and she proceeded to step in the goo and then on

my face.  I hungrily lapped at her shoe until she was satisfied the

slop was all gone.

 

 

 

The collar and cock harness were then attached along with the cock

leash.  I was then allowed to put my clothes back on.  I had to leave

my fly open an inch or so to allow the leash to pass through.

 

"Now Karen and I both celebrtated our 18th birthday last week and it's

time for you to take us out and get us a present.  So get your money

and credit cards together, lets go I'm hungry and we are going to stop

at the diner for breakfast first"

 

I was back in a flash, and crawled out to the Infiniti in the garage

where the girls were waiting.  On the way to the diner, Kim tugged on

the leash and rested her feet in my lap.  From the back seat Karen

rubbed her saddle shoes all over my head.  I was in heaven once again

but the cock harness was preventing any relief from the torment.  We

stopped at a red light and a car pulled up beside us.  As the couple

looked over at us, Kim raised her foot and said "Lick it" while

tugging on the cock leash.  I knew better then to delay and began

licking Kim's sole right in front of this couple.  Karen was laughing

hysterically from the back at the situation.

 

"I can't imagine what you will have him doing after a week." Karen

said as we continued to the diner.

 

Once there, Kim led me from the car by the leash, thankfully I was

allowed to walk instead of crawl.  We were showed a table and all was

well as Kim ordered for me and we awaited the food. She ordered me

oatmeal and when it came, declared it to hot.  She pulled the bowl

over to her side and Karen and Kim took turns spitting in it much to

the disbelief of the people at the table across from us.

 

"Would you like it mixed in?" she asked.  "No thank-you Godess Kim." I

repied.  She gave me the bowl back and I carefully scraped the spittel

off the top and once again savored it like it was a feast for a king.

The other table was now a mix between disgust and laughter.  I was

about to take a drink when I felt a tug that told me to stop.  Kim

took my glass along with hers, and headed to the bathroom with Karen.

They returned shortly and placed the two glasses in front of me.

 

"Since I thought you might be thirsty I brought you two."

 

 

"Thank you Godess Kim."  I reached out for one of the glasses

containing what I knew to be her golden nectar.  "I can never thank

you enough for the privledge you now bestow on me Godess Kim."  I

closed my eyes and slowly drank her waste product as if it were a rare

wine.  The other table was just about over the edge when Kim took a

spoonful of the slop, crossed her legs so one was hanging slightly out

in the aisle, and plopped the slop right on the patent leather of her

maryjane.  Without hesitation, I got out from me seat, knelt before my

goddess and begged for permission to clean her shoe.  After several

humbling efforts to convince her, Kim granted me permission to clean

her shoe.  I returned to the table and washed it down with the other

glass of her precious fluid.  Finished, Kim now led me by the leash

out of the diner.

 

We left the diner and headed off to the Stanford shopping mall.  Kim

was quiet on the drive, perhaps reflecting on the public events that

had just taken place.  It seemed as if she were born for the role of

dominatrix.  She had taken to it almost immediatly and now seemed to

actually relish her new position.  She was looking for more and more

ways to demonstrate her control and power over me.  I, on the other

hand, could not believe how strong my desire to submit to her had

become.  I had never experienced anything approaching the level of

sexual arousal I derived from my submission.  Maybe it was the fact

that her domination was no game.  In any case, we were discovering

that we were perfect for the roles we were taking.  In fact, they

weren't roles, it was as if we found are calling in life.  I had

always fantasized about submission, but I never thought I would

actually enjoy the real life experience.  Now I was discovering the

real thing was pleasure beyond anything my wildest fantasies had ever

produced.  I wondered how far this would all take me, and where it

would end.  Was Kim having some of these same thoughts?

 

We arrived at the posh shopping mall and I walked behind the girls as

Kim held my leash.  The thin rawhide was not that noticeable but

occasionally someone would notice and snicker at my predicament.  The

shame I felt when they discovered my plight stirred my cock to total

arrousal.  Damn the cock harness biting into the base of my cock.

This ever present arousal however, caused a constant stream of pre-cum

to leak out making the choice of my light tan pants a poor one.  The

stain would only draw attention to the leash.  I was helpless however,

in controlling my arousal.

 

As we strolled along, Kim was discussing that she needed to come up

with a name for me.  Mr. Conway simply would not do.  She felt that

perhaps Slave Shoelicker would be appropriate, and so I became Mr.

Slave Shoelicker.  The girls enjoyed their fun, talking about me as if

I wasn't there, but now it was time to shop.

 

In honor of my new name, we first stopped in a shoe store.  Kim picked

out several different styles of maryjanes, both patent and mat finish

in black, white, and even a pink pair she found in her size.  She also

picked out a pair of leather keds for comfort around the house.

Karen, on the other hand, picked out several varieties of the saddle

shoes she enjoyed, in black/white, red/white, pink/white, green/white

and yellow/white.  Karen also went for some spiked heels, and strappy

sandals.  As the girls were trying on the shoes, Kim would

occasionally ask "Would you enjoy licking the dirt off these shoes

Slave Shoelicker?"  This of course was said right in front of the

sales woman for proper effect.  I would always respond "Yes Goddess

Kim."  At least the sales woman was discrete and would just smile and

shake her head.  When she found out that we would be buying all twenty

or so pairs that the girls tried on, she was a little more impressed.

 

The next stop was a Victoria Secret type store.  Kim's tastes were

rather simple.  Only cotton panties and socks.  She did  however pick

up several pairs of anklets in a variety of colors.  Karen once again

went with a more sophisticated style.  Frilly anklets, thigh highs,

silks, nylon, and nite clothes.  Karen had model looks, and could wear

anything or nothing and rate a top ten in anyones opinion.  The sales

woman remarked several times that she knew an agent who would be

interested in meeting her if she was interested in modelling.  The

sales woman also noticed the leash that Kim was holding and asked if I

was her dog.

 

"Oh no, he doesn't rate that high, he is Slave Shoelicker."

Noticing the growing pre-cum stain the woman remarked "Is he under

control?"

Kim crossed her legs and gently started swinging her foot.  I felt a

tight tug on the leash and fell to my knees in front of my Goddess.  I

lowered my head to the floor below her swinging foot.

 

"Do you have anything to say slave?" Kim asked.

 

"Please allow me the priviledge of abasing myself at your feet,

Goddess Kim.  I would consider it the greatest honor if you would

allow me to lick the dirt from your shoe.  There is no more joyful act

that I could hope to perform in my worthless life then to perform this

honor for you."

 

Kim tugged on the leash and I contorted myself to get at the sole of

her shoe which was barely six inches off the ground. 

 

Once again I was lost in the ecstasy that this humiliating act brought about.  The

experience was orgasmic even though I was prevented from cumming by my

cock harness.  I dont know how long this scene went on, but a tug on

the leash brought me out of my trance and it was time to leave.  Karen

spent over 1000 dollars on her own here.

 

As we continued to stroll the mall the girls were talking amongst

themselves about how far they could go before my credit limit ran out.

Karen wanted to ask, but Kim was unconcerned.  We stopped in several

other stores and spent several thousand more when Kim decide it was

time to leave.  Karen wanted to continue, as it appeared she could

shop all day and night.  It was agreed they would stop in one more

store before we left.  Karen picked a jewelery store.  After browsing

around for a while Kim came up with an idea.  "Slave Shoelicker, since

we are here in honor of our 18th birthdays, you will decide what to

buy us here."  Karen was immediatly disappointed.  She felt she would

be cheated out of a real coupe.

I decided to start with Karen.  I knew her tastes were sophisticated

and expensive.  When I picked out The diamond stud earings for three

thousand dollars, her eyes lit up and she gasped.  While she and Kim

were admiring the earings I picked out a ruby, emerald and diamond

tennis bracelet that went for twenty-five thousand.  Karen was

flabergasted as she hugged Kim.  She was immediatly talking about

evening wear she needed to get so she could wear the bracelet.  She

even hinted that I might be entitled to a reward for my choice, but

Kim cut her off on that topic.

 

Now I must decide for Kim.  This would be a little more difficult.  I

didn't want to disappoint her, yet she did not have expensive tastes.

After looking around for a while I selected a simple gold ankle

bracelet.  With my heart pounding with apprehension I held out the

bracelet for Kim to see.  A slight smile crossed her lips, and she

moved her foot forward and pointed her toe in a dancers pose.  I sank

to my knees and kissed her shoe, my face almost to the ground.  I

kissed her foot several times as I was in no hurry.  Perhaps because

she was pleased she allowed me to continue placing loving kisses on

her shoe.  Not wanting to carry on beyond the honor Kim bestowed, I

moved back slightly, still bent over practically lying on the floor at

her feet, and put the bracelet on.  I boldly took the liberty and

kissed her ankle, the highest point that I had ever achieved.  I

backed away and lowered my forehead to the ground at her feet.  She

left me there while she and Karen admired the bracelet, then tugged

the leash and it was time to leave.

On the way home we stopped at an exercise equipment store. I had a

stairmaster at home, but Kim decided we needed two so they could both

exercise at the same time.  once at home the girls decided to head

back to their houses to get some necessary things for the rest of the

weekend.

 

Before leaving, Kim attached the handcuffs and anklecuffs, and

attached my collar to my cock harness with the short link chain

causing me to ball up on the floor. 

 

She then took her socks off and stuffed them in my mouth.  She placed her maryjane over my nose and tied it in place.  This was sure to keep me in total aroused

frustration until they returned.  "Don't get into any trouble while

we're gone." Karen joked as they left.

 

Once again I was bound helpless, unable to move.  There was no telling

when the girls would return.  This time provided a great opportunity

to contemplate things, for lack of anything else to do to occupy the

time.  I tried to think about where I was in my life, where I had

been, and where my life was going.  Just a short time ago I was

married, with a kid on the way.  My pregnant wife was killed on a

business trip by a lousy package delivery truck driver.  I had come to

terms with the loss, and the settlement netted me 6.5 million.  I was

a savy investor and had turned that into 9 million with the bull

markets run.  I had a great job at a silicon valley firm that paid

well.   I had everything I needed except a woman companion, but I

couldn't quite see any woman taking my wife's place.  I don't think I

could start over in an equal relationship.  I had always had

submissive desires but no real ambition to persue them while I was

happily married.  Perhaps because I could never replace my wife, these

submissive tendensies grew over the last year.  Still, I would never

had persued them outside of a fantasy life until yesterday.  Which

leads me to my current situation.

 

There was no doubt that Kim had struck a nerve in me.  I had never

experienced sexual pleasure anywhere remotely close to the hieghts

that I reached in the last day with Kim.  The level of intensity was

way beyond anything I could imagine a day ago.  Yet I don't think it

was who Kim was but what she was that had struck the nerve.  Yes she

was beautiful, but I had plenty of opportunities with beautiful women

in the last year and none of that interested me.  There certainly were

more beautiful women apenty yet I knew no one would ever take me where

Kim had.  Which leads me to where my life is going.

 

I wondered exactly how much control I actually had over my life now.

I felt that I really had the ultimate control over my life, and I

would be able to put it back to where it was just as soon as Kim was

satisfied I had paid my pennance.  But was I kidding myself?  Had I

lost control over the destiny of my life?  Here I was, bound, a pair

of dirty socks stuffed in my mouth, and a shoe attached to my face.

The fragrance of Kim's feet constantly on my mind.  The result of

which was the most incredible hard on I could imagine.  Would anybody

who had any hope of gaining control of their life allow themselves to

be in this position.  In fact, I had a continuous hard on since I

agreed to be Kim's slave.  Was I loosing control of my life to my

dick?

 

The girls returned with their stuff and some chinese food.  It was

late afternoon and I hadn't eaten lunch.  They decided to eat in the

kitchen and Kim came into the livingroom to unhook the chain

connecting my collar to my cock harness.  "Come to dinner" she said.

But she left my handcuffs attached to my anklecuffs.  This made it

very difficult to move, so I wormed my way to the kitchen.  Karen

laughed as I came around the corner with the shoe attached to the

middle of my face.

 

"Are we hungry Mr. Shoelicker?  Today you are also shoe sniffer.  Oh

looks like the cats got your tongue, or is it the socks?" Karen mused.

 

Kim got up and removed the shoe and socks.  I bent down and commenced

passionately kissing the maryjane that was now beside me.

 

"It's as if thats the most precious object in the world" Karen

giggled.

 

Kim put the bowl down on the floor with a mixture of rice with chicken

and broccoli.  "Would you care for something to drink?"

 

"Yes, Goddess Kim"

 

Kim raised her pleated skirt and lowered her white cotton panties.

She squatted over the bowl and let out a stream of pee.  Evidently she

hadn't gone to the bathroom for quite some because it was pungent and

she went on so long she filled the bowl and it spilled onto the floor.

She sat back down and remarked "I appear to have soiled some on my

shoes."

 

 

With my cuffed hands attached to my cuffed feet, I slithered along on

my belly till I reached Kim's shoes.  Her legs wre stretched out and

crossed at the ankles, giving me a good angle from my position flat on

my belly with legs bent back at the knees to meet my hands.

 

"Goddess Kim, may I please be granted the honor of cleaning your

shoes."

 

"Yes you may but be quick about it."  I lapped at her shoes as quickly

as I could, careful though to ensure that nothing was missed.  I

wanted those shoes to shine as brite as they were when Kim wore them

out of the store this morning.

  

 

 

It was apparent that my bonds would not be released for me to eat, so

I wormed my way back to the bowl licking up every drop of Kims golden

wine along the way.  The pleasure was once again unreal.  To be on my

belly, on the floor, in front of my Goddess, lapping up her bodily

waste, was pleasure beyond description  Even with the cock harness

attached,  I felt as though I were experiencing multiple orgasm.  I

felt just the way one feels the split moment before ejaculation, only

the feeling continued on and on because the harness prevented release.

I moved to the bowl, slowly drinking my way down to the food, lost in

my ecstacy.

 

 

I was brought back to reality by Kim who was undoing my bonds.  I was

to be given a reprieve to allow me to clean up after dinner.  The

girls went to relax in the livingroom.  Just then the doorbell rang.

It was around five o'clock and I wondered who it might be.  Kim got

the door and apparently was letting someone in.  It was the fella

delivering the stairmaster.  She was telling him to take it to the den

which would take him right by the kitchen.  I was in a panic.  I could

slip out into the garage, but what would Kim think?  I was under

orders to clean the kitchen and I must follow them completely and

without hesitation or risk the crop, or worse.  He I was, naked except

for the slave collar and the cock harness and leash.  My dick was

sticking straight up leaking pre-cum, and my balls were separated and

protruding in an unnatural way due to the harness. I looked

rediculous.

 

 

There he was, he stopped dead in his tracks.  "Who is that?" directed

at Kim which was lucky since I am forbidden to talk.

 

"That is Slave Shoelicker." Kim replied.

 

Ha ha ha. "Does he lick shoes?"

 

"Among other things" Kim said matter of factly.

 

"Can I see him do it?"

 

"He hasn't earned the priviledge to lick my shoes at this time but,

Karen, do you think Slave Shoelicker is deserving enough to lick your

shoes?"  Kim asked.

 

"Well, if he begs me and grovels in just the right way, I may let

him." Karen said.

 

My heart racing yet again, I got down on my belly and slithered into

the livingroom.  Karen was on the couch wearing a clingy pink top that

exposed her perfect stomach, tight hot pink shorts, and frilly pink

anklets to match the pink/white saddle shoes.  Her long blond hair was

back in a pony tail held in place by a pink velvet scrunchie.  To put

it mildly, she looked like the most desirable woman alive today.

 

 

Prostrate before her, I begged her to allow me the great honor of

licking her shoes.  The delivery guy was hysterical as I abased myself

to a new low.  After a few minutes of pleading for the priviledge,

Karen relented and said I could clean the soles.  Closing my eyes to

drink in all the fantastic stimulation this degrading act 

  I humbled myself before this beautiful woman. I licked as though her sole

   was the sweetest ice cream in the world. Savoring the pleasure

   shockwaves that came with each lick. Although this might have been

   viewed as even more hilarious then the begging scene, the man was no

   longer laughing. Kim directed him to complete his delivery and leave

 

as I continued licking Karen's shoes. Kim shut the door behind the

   delivery man who didn't utter a word on the way out, and returned to

   the living room. "Well it looks like you have become the envy of the

   delivery force Slave Shoelicker." "Did you see the hard on he got when

   Slave Shoelicker started making love to my shoes?"

  

   Karen asked. "No

   doubt he would have traded places without a moments hesitation" Kim

   remarked. The girls relaxed in the living room while I continued, lost

   in my own world of ecstacy grovelling before this trully beautiful

   woman. Kim congradulated Karen for the way in which she controlled me

   in front of the delivery man. It was her first real attempt at

   exercising her control over me, and she was going to be a fast

   learner. It was just after six o'clock, and Kim decided to take a bath

   in the jacuzzi tub. She headed upstairs to the master bath and called

   after me, "Come along Slave Shoelicker, and be quick about it." Before

   I tore myself away from Karen's shoes, I knew I needed to thank her

   for allowing me to spend such a long time licking the soles of her

   lovely new saddle shoes.

   

   "Lady Karen, I am most grateful to you that

   you should be so considerate and grace me with the heavenly task of

   suplicating myself before your feet. I only hope that someday I may be

   worthy of such an honor, for I know now that the priviledge is only

   granted by virtue of your infinite kindness." I placed one adoring

   kiss to the very tip of her shoe and squirmed away on my belly. "You

   have done well today, and have come a long way in the past 24 hours. I

   believe even your Goddess may be somewhat pleased. However, she will

   expect continued improvement in your performance or you will regret

   the day you were born. For I'm sure you have seen she is capable of

   extreme cruelty if disappointed in the least." Karen cautioned. I

   crawled as fast as I could up the stairs to the master bath. Kim was

   sitting in the wicker chair reading one of the femdom papers from my

   stash. I lay before her, my head down at her feet.

  

   "These so called

   mistresses are far to leanient and allow way to much leway in a so

   called slave's behavior. I hope you don't think you would get away

   with behaving as the men in these articles do. I can assure you that

   any transgretion on your part will result in punishment so severe you

   will never forget it. I regret that I let you off so easy in the

   caning you received yesterday. I can promise you that next time I will

   show no mercy." I knew Kim meant every word she said. Perhaps she went

   easy yesterday because she was so new to her new position in life,

   perhaps only because I was so new and had much to learn of what was

   expected. Either way, I knew full well that she would follow through

   with her promise and the thought of further punishment at her hands

   brought shudders of fear to mind. I believe she even noticed me quiver

   as I lay at her feet. "Run the bath." Kim ordered. Quickly I was

   kneeling over the bath and beginning the preparation. Kim handed me

   the expensive bubble bath that she purchased at the mall today. Once I

   was satisfied the water was set just right I returned to my goddess'

   feet. "You will undress me for my bath, slave." I rose to my knees to

   look at my Goddess.

  

   She was dressed in the same clothes she had on

   when she walked through my front door yesterday. A white shirt, a

   short pleated skirt, white anklets, and patent leather maryjanes. The

   only addition was the simple ankle bracelet that I picked out for her

   today. She looked every bit the innocent schoolgirl, if an amazingly

   stunning one at that. No one could possibly fathem that behind this

   innocent facade lived a girl capable of extreme wickedness and

   cruelty. There was a new aura developing around her. Her face

   portrayed this supreme aire of arrogant confidence that made it

   irresistable. She held herself as a woman with no peers. I wondered

   how I had changed since our first meeting, and whether it was as

   pronounced as the change in Kim. I wish that I could ask Kim for I was

   sure she was even more atuned to the changes in me than I was in her.

   Reverently I approached on my belly and placed a kiss to the tip of

   her shoe. A kiss to the silver buckle and then gently undid the strap.

   She raised the shoe just enough for me to cup the heel and remove it.

   The intoxicating fragrance of the leather and her foot sweat hit my

   nostrils and I had to use all my concentration to keep from getting

   lost in the nirvanna that was overcoming me. The pre-orgasmic feeling

   had returned to my cock, and I had now come to realize that the cock

   harness merely intesified this feeling by preventing the release that

   would relieve it all. Placing the shoe on the floor, once again I

   kissed the tip, basking in my degradation. The same ritual was

   performed for the other maryjane and now I gazed upon those perfect

   feet in their simple white anklets. I boldly moved to kiss the

   bracelet, careful not to linger to long at my Goddess' ankle, and

   removed the bracelet, placing it on the nearby table. Reaching out

   with both hands I slowly and with great care removed the anklets,

   revealing the most perfect feet I could ever imagine. "I will grant

   you the opportunity to clean my feet, but if you take that liberty ,

   tomorrow you will pay for the priviledge, and you will be paying for a

   very long time." I didn't know exactly what price I would pay, but I

   knew that if Kim chose to warn me, then it was a very high price

   indeed. Kim would not accept delay in my decision and I knew I would

   pay any price to put my lips to her magnificent feet. Without any

   movement on my part Kim knew my decision, as she raised those perfect

   dancer's legs to allow me easy access to her feet. For a second I

   shuddered at the thought of what price I would pay, but as the perfume

   of her foot hit my brain I was once again lost in my task, relishing

   my moment as truly the luckiest man on the earth. I took a moment to

   drink in the fragrance and my mouth began to water. I placed my lips

   on her toes and gently sucked each one. The taste was indescribable.

   Infinitely more wonderful than anything I experienced before. The

   pre-cum oozing from my penis was joined with some cum as I had earth

   shattering orgasm after orgasm, forcing minute amounts of jism through

   in spite of the biting cock harness. The taste of the funky crevices

   between her toes took me once again to new heights. My task complete,

   I was totally drained, unable to move. Kim seemed to sense this as she

   continued to read the articles on femdom. She then stood and turned

   for me to undo the pleated skirt. She stepped out of it and turned for

   me to unbutton her shirt. From my position kneeling on the floor, I

   looked up at her eyes and she down at mine. I saw in her eyes the most

   perfect creature that ever lived. Some day perhaps she will tell me

   what she saw in mine. We communicated in that moment, Her eyes told me

   that there was nothing that she wasn't capable of asking of me, and my

   eyes told her that I knew. Would I be capable though of complying? Kim

   undid her own bra and panties, turning the panties inside out and

   placing the crotch over my nose. "I've worn these for two days now so

   enjoy." I knew that this was as close as I would probably get to her

   devine shrine. Seeing Kim naked for the first time through the panties

   leg holes, I marveled at just her perfect her body was. While Karen

   had the model looks, Kim had that of an athlete, although it was by no

   means overmuscular, just perfect. Her ass and legs were so well toned,

   it was beyond amazing. I wondered what she did to keep in such perfect

   shape. She entered the tub and began to soak as I relished the sweet

   aroma of her young womanhood, enraptured once again by this amazing

   teen vixen. As Kim soaked in the tub, I knelt in silence and marvelled

   at her magnificient body. Kim began to shave her legs, and stretched

   her leg straight up in the air. It was so well toned, so limber. Not

   an ounce of fat or cellulite. And when she extended her foot and

   pointed her toe like that of a gymnast, I was fascinated by her grace

   and beauty. Truly the most glorious legs I had ever seen. Just then

   the phone rang. Kim answered, "Hello. ... No, I'm sorry, but Don

   Conway doesn't live here anymore. ... You have the right number but

   there is no Don Conway here. Click. My mind started racing with

   thoughts of what I had done. It was clear to me now that I was loosing

   control of my life. I could live with public humiliation before

   strangers, but I never expected Kim to take my punishment to people

   that I knew. How far would it go? Perhaps she had no intention of

   playing it as a game. Kim was washing her silky brown hair when she

   broke me from my contemplation with new orders. She reached out to

   undo the harness, brushing my penis ever so slightly. I started to

   moan as I was about to cum from the fantastic sensations. "If you dare

   I will whip you 100 times!" I bit my lip and teettered on the brink.

   "Shower and shave and don't you dare attempt release." I crawled out

   as quickly as I could to remove the sight of my Goddess' perfect form

   as she contiued washing her hair which exposed her shiney wet breasts,

   rather small, but as firm as any I'd seen and perfect in my eyes. I

   showered and shaved as close as I could. I replaced my collar around

   my neck and crawled back to the master bedroom. Kim was in the midst

   of getting dressed. She had on a short white/pink pleated skirt, white

   shirt, and white anklets with just a touch of pink lace trim that

   attracted attention to her lovely legs and feet. She sat on the bed

   and called to me "Come here." I crawled up to her feet placing my head

   to the ground before them paying proper homage, yet stealing a close

   up view of the breathtaking sight before my eyes. "Stand up." I stood

   and Kim reattached the cock harness and leash. Without hesitation I

   dropped back down to my subserviant position before my Goddess. "Get

   the shoes sitting on the chair." I retrieved the shoes. They were the

   new patent pink maryjanes. There was something about the young girl

   innocence the pink color represented that intensified the degrading

   acts I was and surely would be performing. The pink made it clear that

   physical strength had absolutely nothing to do with power and control

   Kim excersized over me, and that her domination was total and

   complete. Kissing the tips of the shoes I prepared to begin the

   wonderful task of placing them on Kim's perfect feet. She extended her

   foot in that dancers point which accentuated the the incredibly toned

   muscles of her leg and caused my heart to race at the magnificent

   sight. I bent to kiss the tip of her pointed toe and placed the

    maryjane on her foot. I repeated the process with the other shoe, then

   worshipfully placed a single passionate kiss to the tip of each

   maryjane, putting more feeling behind it than any kiss I had given

   before in my life. Kim had me add the ankle bracelet which further

   drew attention to her feet and legs. Kim went to the closet and

   selected clothing for me. She picked out a custom tailored suit and

   shirt my late wife had me get for meetings I would run before the CEO

   of the company I worked for. My wife believed in dressing for success

   and it certainly worked for me. The tailored shirt and italian shoes

   completed the outfit, and Kim had me loop the cock leash through the

   belt loops stating "I dont want to have to hold your leash all night,

   but heaven help you if you dont heel as if I were holding it."

   Downstairs we met Karen who was a sight to behold. She wore a very

   short black miniskirt, tight pale yellow top and matching pale yellow

   thigh highs which were ruffled on top.

  

   She had frilly white anklets

   over the thigh highs and four inch pale yellow heels. The diamond

   earings and tennis bracelet completed the outfit which potrayed her as

   utterly drop dead gorgeous. Her nails were done with red polish to

   match the ruby color in the bracelet. "My are you quite a handsome

   man!" exclaimed Karen as I appeared. I was thirty-six years old about

   six foot 180 lbs. Dark hair with just a touch of grey at the temples.

   It would have been no surprise as I had been described as quite

   handsome before, but coming from this unbelievably beautiful woman who

   had taken part in my degradation over the past day, did take me aback.

   Kim ever alert for something that might raise my self esteem cut in.

   "Greet Lady Karen properly Slave Shoelicker." I slithered over to

   Karen and began placing kisses to her heels.

  

   She evidently was in a

   hurry to get going as she too quickly ended my task and headed for the

   car taking her glorious body away leaving me there only to wish for

   what might have been. We were heading to a club in a posh neighborhood

   that the girls had sometimes frequented. It would probably contain

   many young rich kids out for a fun saturday nite. As we arrived I was

   once again reminded to act as if on a very short leash. We went in and

   I followed just a step behind my Goddess, heeling properly. Kim went

   up to the bar and ordered a mineral water with two glasses. Just then

   a young guy came up and asked "Hey little girl can I buy you a drink?"

   Kim shot him a disapproving glance and ignored the comment. The fellow

   continued the losing battle, "Who is he," glancing at me, "are you

   taken?" "He belongs to me and I'm never taken, now get lost and take

   your game where you might have might have a chance." Kim shot out as

   the bartender returned with the drinks. Kim turned to leave and I

   quickly paid for the drink and hurried off after her. The kid asked me

   "What's her deal?" I couldn't talk and I hurried off after Kim. Kim

   selected a table near the dance floor. I stood and poured some water

   into her glass. "Sit down." she said. Karen had immediatly headed for

   the dance floor where all the guys were fighting to dance with her. "I

   will allow you to talk freely tonight." Kim stated as I sat, shocked.

   She continued, "You really are an attractive man, easily the most

   handsome here," as she glanced around. "Last week you could have had

   your pick of the woman here. You easily can portray yourself as a man

   who has looks, wealth and power. Do you still consider yourself a

   man?" I truly did not know as I sat silent. I believe Kim knew my

   thoughts as she didn't press for an answer. "What do you want?" I

   asked. "I want it all." she replied. And there was no need for me to

   press for a further answer, for I knew what she meant. I wanted to ask

   what she wanted from her 'relationship' with me, but wasn't 'man'

   enough to ask, so we sat and looked out at the dance floor. Karen had

   taken up with the best guy out there. Boy was she amazing! Perhaps

   that cheeleading practice had paid off, because she was an incredible

   dancer. She moved with such a high level of energy and intensity, yet

   this just amplified her attractiveness and all eyes, male and female,

   were on her. It was quite possible that everyone there wanted her.

   "She is something isn't she?" kim asked. "Yes," I found myself saying

   without even thinking. I , myself captivated by Karen as she moved so

   suductively. "She is in her element right now, her beauty shines as

   bright as the sun and everyone is helplessly attatcted to her,"

   continuing my thoughts on auto pilot. "That's quite an astute

   obsevation," noted Kim, and bringing me back to realization. "It

   should be clear to you that all the questions you want to ask me could

   be answered by yourself if you would allow yourslf to be honest." Once

   again I was amazed at how much she knew about me, and I knew she was

   right, but my conscious mind was afraid to let me give myself an

   honest answer. After dancing at a breakneck pace for quite some time,

   Karen came to the table, glissening with radiance that the

   perspiration generated. She brought Mr. Rich Kid with her. The guy was

   about 25, gold Rolex, Ralph Lauren attire, obviously the son of a

   silicon valley CEO who had millions, and sonny boy felt that it made

   him a big man. Karen ordered water and Kid got a beer. He was doing

   his best to get at Karen who was playing it nonchallant. Kim and I

   just sat back to watch. He kept reaching out for Karen, who would slap

   his hand away. He was clearly captivated by her and assumed she would

   fall at his feet as so many others had. We kept hearing of his money,

   his porsche, his house in the hiils, as he continued to "impress"

   Karen. He kept after her for a kiss, and Karen kept brushing it off.

   "Just a little kiss, it won't hurt. All my women kiss me on the first

   date, or try to," he machoed on. Finally Karen had had enough. "You

   want a kiss, kiss my foot." "Hey baby, I don't do that, but maybe

   later I'll make an exception for you." As he continued to manuver for

   a kiss. "No, you want a kiss, kiss my foot now!" "Later, I promise."

   "Do it now." as Karen became more forcefull. "O.K. lets take it out to

   my car, darling. take it easy." "No, kiss my foot now, right here, or

   get lost. I'm tired of your little games. If you want to kiss me, do

   it now!" "Alright, just silde your foot under the table." Karen was

   tired of this little game and was tiring of the kid. "Get on the

   floor! Now!" The kid wanted deperately to do it. He was looking at

   Karen's legs in those thigh highs with the frilly anklets. Her legs

   were amazing. I could see the bulge growing as he stared at her feet.

  

   He licked his lips. Would his pride prevent him from doing what his

   dick so desperately wanted to do? He got down on one knee. "On your

   back!" Karen ordered. He would do it. He would do anything to kiss her

   feet. As he was about to get on his back, Karen took his beer and

   spilled it all over the floor, giving him one more chance to let his

   pride recover and save his reputation. He lay on his back in the beer.

   Karen got up, drawing what attention which had not already been

   focused on her. She raised her heel. "Take your shoe off please." the

   kid asked meekly. But Karen brought her foot down on his face. She

     pressed down and twisted it, smashing his lips into his teeth, but the

   kid didn't resist. Hoots and cheers spang up throughout the place.

   Karen removed her foot and told the kid to get lost. He quickly got up

   and was about to get out of there asap, his face beet red, when Karen

   said, "Thank me for the kiss." He stopped and turned, perhaps hoping

   she didn't want him to leave, and said, "Thank you Karen." "GO!" was

   Karen's only reply. Hoots and hollers continued, along with shouts of

   "more, more!" Karen sat down, basking in the attention she was

   receiving. She suddenly raised her foot up to me, inches from my face

   where I was sitting. I knew what to do. I closed my eyes, thinking of

   the incredible sight before me, those magnificent legs, the pale

   yellow thigh highs, the irresistable frily anklets, and the four inch

   heels. I reverantly lapped at the sole of her heel, drinking in the

   humiliation of being put on display before the crowd.

  

   Suddenly, her

   foot was gone. I opened my eyes and Karen said, "Remove my shoe." I

   slowly removed her shoe, kissing it and placing it on the table before

   me. My senses were invaded by a fantastic oder. Karen had danced with

   abandon and her foot was wet with sweat.

  

 

    It had soaked through her

   thigh highs and frilly anklets. I reeled with pleasure, taking deep

   breaths of her foot before me, as the crowd in turn reeled with

   laughter as I abased myself before this truly beautiful young teen.

   Karen took off the frilly anklet and tossed it at me, landing on my

   head. She held up her other shoe, allowing me one glorious lick of her

   sole, and commanded me remove it as well. She took off the anklet and

   again threw it, it landing on my head, hanging down between my eyes,

   drawing more laughter. She held both her feet over my face and I was

   overwelmed by the pungent smell of her soaking wet feet.

  

   The

   incredibly strong smell and the complete degradation before the crowd

   caused me to shudder with delight and total ecstasy. I moaned as I

   realized her feet were taken away again, only to be greeted with the

   command to "lick." With every ounce of devotion I had, I made love to

   her feet, oblivious to the crowd that was out of control.

  

 

    A taste as

   strong and utterly delightful brought me to new heights of pleasure. I

   would be at Karen's feet for all eternity, as time completely

   disappeared in the state of nirvanna that the sansations achieved.

   Once again her feet were taken away, resulting in a look of sheer

   disappointment on my face, raising the cat calls from the crowd.

   "Leash!" Karen comanded. I undid the leash around my belt loops and

   handed it to her. A sharp tug of the leash and I was before her on my

   knees. "Put my shoes on." she said. I took her heels, kissing them

   with all the feeling my heart could summon. I kissed the tip of her

   beautiful foot and placed the heels on her feet. Another tug on the

   cock leash, and I fell into her heel. She placed the tip between my

   lips, and began to fuck my mouth.

  

   I sucked those four inch heels for

   all I was worth, to Karen and the crowd's delight. After I had

   dutyfully felated both heels, Karen pulled out and left me mouth

   agape, waiting and hoping to be invaded again. She leaned forward,

   took an anklet from my head, twirled it around over her head for

   proper effect, and shoved it into my open mouth, expanding my right

   cheek. Grabbing the other anklet, she repeated the process and shoved

   it into my left cheek, making me look all the more rediculous if

   possible. Yanking me by the leash we proceeded to the middle of the

   dance floor. The crowd circled round and Karen began dancing like

   never before. The power that she eminated was incredible. The guys in

   the circle all got on their knees, and even many of the girls. They

   each were hoping she would take them down next. Every so otfen she

   would put her foot down and I would have to scamper over and kiss it

   before it moved or receive a viscious tug on the cock leash. As Karen

   tired of the game she headed for the door dragging me behind on me

   hands and knees as she received a standing ovation. Kim greeted us at

   the door and the two teen vixens headed out to the car, towing me

   along on my hands and knees by the cock leash. At the car , Kim gave

   Karen a passionate kiss.

 

   She smiled with new admiration at her pupil,

   who just yesterday had no interest in utilizing the amazing power Kim

   knew she possessed. On my knees I opened the door for them, then

   droping to the ground, I kissed the tips of Karen's heels before she

   entered. My Goddess was standing before me as I lay there on the cold

   ground.

  

   I wanted desperately to show her that she was, and always

   would be my consuming passion. I wanted her to know that the devotion

   I had shown to Karen would pale in comparison to what I would give to

   her. I began sobbing at her feet, kissing her pink patent maryjanes.

   Hoping that my liberty to speak feely still existed I prepared to tell

   her how I felt. Even if the liberty had been revoked, I would accept

   1000 lashes to let her know. As I was about to speak, Kim stated "It

   was Karen's night, Slave Shoelicker, and you did well." Somehow Kim

   had read my thoughts. Once again I was flabergasted. In just over a

   day it was becoming clear that she knew more about me then perhaps I

   did about myself. I was now sobbing uncontollably, not from

   disappointment, but from the happiness that I was blessed with the

   honor of being able to serve this teen Goddess, knowing full well that

   I was completely undeserving of such honor. I vowed to strive, for as

   long as Kim would allow me in her graces, to attempt to show her how

   utterly grateful I was that she bestowed this gift upon me. Kim got in

   the car, and I crawled in to drive off. "I believe we have time for

   you to pay for the pleasures you received most undeservingly tonight,

   Slave Shoelicker." Kim said. Indeed the pleasures were so

   overwhelming, I was completely spent. I had now been at such a high

   level of sexual arousal for so long, I was approaching exhaustion. I

   had no idea what this "payment" would entail, as I followed Kim's

   directions. As we drove Kim had one foot in my lap, teasing me to ever

   higher levels of frustration, and the other foot against my cheek.

  

   She

   lightly grazed my face with the frilly pink trim of her anklet. At

   every stop light I was free to gaze at Kim's beautiful feet. The

   shiney pink leather, the white anklet, and the ankle bracelet. I

   moaned with pleasure as I licked her shoe at every opportunity. Kim

   told me to park the car in a strip mall along the way and I wondered

   what was happening. It looked as if all the stores were closed, when I

   noticed that one was not. I crawled around to let the girls out and

   Kim took my leash and led us to a tatoo and piercing store that was

   the only one open. As we entered, I was on my hands and knees in

   proper heeling fashion behind my Goddess.

  

   The place had a decidedly S

   & M motiff. Perhaps this is where Kim picked up the implements last

   night. There was a woman dressed in all leather behind the counter.

   She had a punk haircut and ring through her nose. The outfit was

   completed with thigh high leather boots that said this was one tough

   woman.

  

   "I was just about to close up." she said. "We'll make it worth

   your while, you can charge double." Kim stated. "Sure, what will it

   be?" "A little of everything, lets start with a tatoo." Kim said

   matter of factly. My ears perked up as I wondered what was in store

   for me. The woman, whose name appropriately was Dominique, led us to

   the back room after she locked the front door. "Is it for Mr.

   Beautiful here?" Dominique asked. "It is for Slave Shoelicker." Kim

   replied, Dominique just laughed. "I wouldn't mind having this pretty

   boy under me some time." Dominique said, perhaps thinking that I might

   want to try a real Dominatrix instead of some little girl playing

   games. Kim just ignored her looking around at the displays. "I could

   do a heart with a "my girl" scene and your name inscribed in it. It

   would look good on those biseps." "No, I want "property of Goddess

   Kim" on his butt." Kim said as Dominique look on somewhat shocked. I

   began to feel a little light headed, and my ears suddenly got hot. My

   heart started pounding as it sunk in that I was being marked. I

   thought back to Kim reminding me of a price I would have to pay.

   "Strip!" Kim comanded, and I jumped to the task assigned. "How does a

   nice little girl like you get Mr Fortune here to act like that. I've

   been at it for over ten years and I still can't get them to jump to it

   like he did?" Doninique asked with new found respect. "Perhaps

   sometime I will let you know." Kim replied. "Up on the table."

   Dominique said, as I sat there gazing at my Goddess. Kim waited a

   moment and then there was a slight nod of her head. I responded

   immediately and was up on a table resembling that which you would find

   in a doctor's office. Kim took a seat in a chair facing me and raised

   her foot to my face. From my angle I could see her entire leg and the

   white cotton panties she was wearing. From the corner of my eye I

   could see Dominique looking as well, as I detected a gasp from her at

   the sight of Kim's leg. I began licking the sole of Kim's maryjane,

   once again putting all my energy and thoughts into the devine task.

  

   "Amazing." Dominique remarked at the devotion I displayed at the feet

   of my Goddess. She got out a topical solution to numb the area and

   mask some of the pain. "Nothing for the pain." Kim said. "He doesn't

   look drunk and this will hurt quite a bit." she advised. "Nothing."

   Kim repeated as Dominique wondered if I would speak up to advise

   otherwise, but I was lost in my efforts at Kim's feet, oblivious to

   what went on around me. Dominique comensed the tatooing and was

   shocked to see that I barely responded to the pain. About halfway

   through, Kim removed her foot. Suddenly the pain was excrutiating.

   Dominique stopped, but Kim ordered "Continue." I winced in agony, but

   my Goddess raised her other foot and presented me with her sole to

   clean. I became serene once again as my mind drifted into the sublime

   state that only Kim could take me. The tatoo finished, Kim stood to

   admire the inscription on my right ass cheek. The process was repeated

   with my name, Slave Shoelicker, added to my left cheek. "Alright, not

   bad," Dominique remarked as she finished, "Anything else?" "I'd like

   to get my belly button pierced." Kim said. And Dominique prepared for

   the job. Once again Kim waived off the numbing solution, and I watched

   as a small gold ring was added to Kim's magnificent tummy. "One for

   Mr. Shoelicker here," after Kim's ring was attached. A stainless steel

   ring was put through my belly button and then Kim simply said "Both

   nipples." The words rang in my ears as my mutilation continued. That

   painfull chore completed, I felt sure we would be through. "This next

   one must be placed right." Kim instucted. "I want a ring attached to

   the skin just behind the ball sac, at the base." I was now completely

   numb. Where would it end? "On your back and put your feet over your

   head, with your knees on either side of your head." I contorted into

   this rediculous position with my ass sticking straight up in the air.

   Kim pointed to the skin between my ball sac and my anus. A ring was

   inserted right at the base of the sac. I was told to roll over,

   feeling like the dog I was, and Kim removed the cock harness from my

   very erect penis. She pointed to the underside, right behind the head.

   I bit my tongue as yet another ring was attached to my penis. "There

   now." Kim said, and I sighed with relief believing we were finally

   through. "Sodder them all so they are permanently attached." I sat as

   the words sunk in. This was not to be easily undone. Clearly the price

   to pay for my pleasures at the feet of these teens was not to be

   insignificant by any means. The soddering iron was brought out and my

   mutilation made permanent. I was far to dizzy from the events taking

   place to feel any pain the iron inficted. I sat there dazed once

   again, marveling at the depths of which Kim was capable. Was there any

   limits to her what she was prepared to put me through? Was there any

   limits to what I was prepared to take, no, not take from her. Was

   there any limits to what I craved for her to do to me? "What about a

   ring through his nose?" suggested Dominique. "You could leave it with

   a clasp so it can be used only when wanted." "Very well." Kim

   answered, and a ring was inserted into the middle septum of my nose.

   The pain was fierce from the sensitive position of the puncture, but

   thankfully it was not soddered like the others, and might be removed.

   Kim reattached the harness to my cock and balls,

      then took out a small

   padlock, and locked the cock harness to the steel ring at the base of

   my ball sac. The leash back in place, I resumed my position. heeling

   at Kim's feet. I was surprised at how little bleeding resulted from

   the puntures, and all that I could feel now was the burning sensation

   caused by the disinfectant applied to the rings. Karen and Kim

   selected a few more items that the store had to offer and were about

   to leave. Kim gathered up my clothes and tossed them in a bag. She

   then produced a leather G-string and threw it at me. I slipped it on

   yet still felt totally exposed. The small triangular pouch didn't even

   cover my ever erect penis. The head with its new ring attached

   protuded out the top. With Kim leading me out the door, Dominique, who

   had been lavishing praise upon her with suggestions that the might

   even work together and learn from one another, turned to desperation.

   She offered Kim a partnership in her enterprise. Kim smiled, thanking

   her for the offer but said she wasn't interested. Even more desperate,

   Dominique, whose tone had been tough as nails all night, became meek.

   "Godess Kim I have often thought about exploring the submissive side

   of these relationships in order to more fully understand them." Kim

   turned and looked her in the eyes. Dominique returned the look for a

   moment, then cast her eyes down. She could see the incredible sight of

   Kim's legs.

  

   The short white/pink pleated skirt, white anklets with

   pink lace trim, and the pink maryjanes. Such a stark contrast with the

   black leather power look of Dominique's attire with her thigh high

   leather boots. But appearances often deceive. Dominique sank to her

   knees and crawled towards Goddess Kim. As she was about to reach Kim's

   shoes and satisfy the overwhelming desire within her that only Kim

   could ignite, Kim remarked, "Perhaps some other time." Dominique

   groaned with disappointment, her desire to submit before Kim had grown

   so profound. She began begging, using all the phrases her lackys had

   used on her, only she was far more sincere, her desire to submit

   beyond anything she'd seen. "I think I have a tape you might be

   interested in studying," Kim said, "You have just a touch of self

   respect left and are therefore undeserving of the priviledge of

   suplicating before me." Dominique promised to try and begged Kim to

   return to give her a second chance. Kim walked out leading me by the

   leash. I felt completely exposed in the G-string, the thong working

   its way up my ass as I crawled along. The ride home was quiet as the

   day had been long and event filled. I felt as if I had experienced a

   lifetime of sexual satisfaction even though I had been comptetely

   denied release. We arrived home with all ready for bed. The phone was

   ringing as we entered and Kim answered it. She told them to hold and

   handed my leash to Karen. My nerves sat on edge as I wondered what Kim

   would tell this person. I was not to find out as Karen led me to the

   master bedroom. Clearly it was not Kim's design for me to know. The

   answering machine in the bedroom showed ten messages and I chose not

   to think what that meant. Kim arrived and prepared me for bed. My

   hands were cuffed behind my back and Kim had me crouch down and put my

   cuffed hands under my butt. She took the padlock and locked the cuffs

   to the ring at the base of my scrotum. I would not be moving much

   tonight.

  

   Karen then decided to tie her funky thigh highs around my

   head with the feet under my nose. Her anklets were still stuffed in

   each cheek. Once again I was sure to remain aroused all night. The

   girls got in bed and I was treated to some of the most passionate love

   making noises I had heard.

  

   After quite some time the girls drifted off

   into a sound sleep, and I did the best I could on the floor beneath

   them. Despite my awkward position, I managed to sleep well, as I awoke

   to the sounds of love making on the bed above.

  

   I lay there and tried

   to remember my dreams of last night. I recalled one vivid dream

   involving Karen, perhaps brought about by her stocking feet smell from

   the thigh highs still tied under my nose. In the dream I was licking

   her feet after a particularly intense basketball game in which she was

   leading the cheers. I was allowed to progress at my own pace and had

   just finished cleaning every nook and cranny of her delicious feet. I

   licked my way up those marvelous legs, enjoying every inch. My cock

   was unencumbered by the harness. I reached her devine temple and

   slowly teased her into a delerious state. She came in torrents and

   began peeing as she lost control in the waves of multiple orgasms

   washing over her. I drank all I could as it cascaded over my face,

   shuddering from my own orgasm of cataclismic proportions. Kim woke me

   from my delightful daydream as I had reached the brink of release

   again only to be denied by the cock and ball harness. She dressed in

   shorts and a tee shirt, and carried a gym bad she had with the stuff

   she brought with her yesterday. She removed the thigh highs and

   anklets from my mouth and unlocked the cuffs from the steel ring at

   the base of my sac. "Let's go I'm in a hurry." she said. We drove

   quietly to a dance studio about fifteen minutes away. I was still

   naked.(not choosing to count the G-string that amounted to nothing) I

   parked and let Kim out, kissing her sneakers as she picked up the

   leash and walked me into the studio. Luckily, it was still early

   sunday morning and no one was around. Inside Kim was greeted by a

   lovely woman dressed as a ballerina. She appeared mid thirtyish but in

   incredible shape. "Kim darling how are you? I see you have a foot

   man." "Definitely not a foot man, foot slave would be stretching it.

   How are you Chantelle?" "Just fine dear. Why did you not tell me you

   had a foot man--- I mean foot slave?" "I picked him up only on

   friday." "Nonsense, he is already branded with your mark, that takes

   quite some time, and he seems well trained." "He's not branded yet,

   though that may come," pointing at the tatoo on my ass,"but I kid you

   not, his training commenced friday night. Although I must admit I have

   dedicated far to much time and effort to the worthless creature." I

   prostrated myself before Kim, attempting to show total devotion and

   servitude.

  

   The threat that she would cut back the time she so

   benevelently spent with me was so diconcerting. I slowly slithered on

   my belly till I reached her sneakers and pecked adoring kisses to

   their tips. "This is most impressive, darling, if you ever grow weary

   of him please think of me to take him off your hands." "I just got a

   similar offer last night, but I don't think she is up for it anymore.

   Go greet Lady Chantelle, Slave Shoelicker." I crawled up to this

   woman, obviously a well trained ballerina. She extended her foot in a

   lovely point toe and placed it down just in front of my nose. The

   slippers she was wearing were a ratty old pair probably just used for

   practice. The smell was heavenly. I closed my eyes and softly placed

   delicate kisses to the tip of her point toe. "So repectful," Chantelle

   remarked, surprised by my performance. "And you say just two days?"

   "Yes." "Darling you have more potential then the great mistresses of

   Paris, and your slave here may have potential to match yours in quite

   the opposite direction. We begin shortly, get ready." Kim took out the

   cuffs and my hands were once again behind my back and under my ass.

  

   Tightly secured to the ring by my scrotum insured I would remain

   immobile. My Goddess undressed before me, tying her sneaker to my

   face. I inhaled the now familiar scent of those fantastic feet. She

   dressed in tight fitting spandex shorts and matching spandex sports

   bra. Kim sat before me and added white anklets and ballet slippers.

   For the next five or ten minutes she did stretching exercises before

   me. Never before had I seen such graceful movements. She would extend

   her leg over my head, putting her toe in an extreme point. My eyes

   were about even with her knee. I could look up at the perfect features

   of her calf and the most shapely foot on the planet. As I looked down

   I saw her well toned and limber thigh. Kim stood up and turned away to

   stretch her upper body. As she bent forward her ass was thrust at my

   face. So well rounded, almost heart shaped. Firm as any I'd seen,

   perfect in every way. My mouth watered at such a magnificant sight.

   Would I someday be so lucky as to be near it? Chantelle returned and

   practice began. She shot me a look with a snicker at my humiliating

   position. I sat in awe as I watch my Goddess move so gracefully on the

   dance floor. Each move so fluid and performed by her perfect body. Her

   face so serene and angelic, it was impossible to imagine the

   wickedness she was capable of. I have no idea how long she practiced

   as I was entranced by what I saw. My penis stood at full mast

   saluteing my Goddess as she performed flawlessly.

  

   With practice over,

   I bid good-bye to Chantelle, in the proper manner of course, and we

   departed for home. There we met Karen who had returned from

   cheerleading practice. The girls decided to get a real good workout

   going on the stairmasters, so we headed for the den. Before beginning

   they decided to have some fun with me. I was relatively unencumbered,

   with just my slave collar and cock and ball harness on. To my

   amazement, Kim released the harness and I was naked but for the

   collar.

   

   Things didn't stay that way for long as my handcuffs were

   added and once again I found myself with my hands behind my back and

   under my ass. The cuffs were locked to the steel ring at the base of

   my balls, and I was helpless again. For good measure my ankles were

   cuffed. Then with a devious smile on her face Kim appeared with two

   short chains. She attached one each to each of my nipple rings. Kim

   pulled down on the chains and stretched to connect them to the ring on

   the underside of my cock, just behind the head.

  

   The chains were fairly

   short and I had to hunch forward or risk ripping one of the rings out

   of a very tender spot. I was leaning forward to the point I almost

   fell over on my face. I had to arch my back, sticking my ass up and

   out to act as a counter ballance. "Look at how his ass sticks out!"

   Karen exclaimed. "I think we should put it to use before we workout."

   "Excellent idea, Karen." Kim replied. Karen returned with an old high

   heel. It looked to be at least four or four and a half inches. She

   held it before me and I kissed it passionately, attempting to smell

   Karen's fragrance as she moved it around in front of my face,

   occasionally the opening appearing under my nose. The sole was exposed

   to me and I lapped at it greedily. Karen slowly pulled the heel away

   and I had to check myself as I leaned forward to get at the object of

   my desire. She was now fucking my mouth, and I sucked that heel with

   great effort, knowing it had once graced Karen's foot. She took it

   away, removed her saddle shoes, allowing me several worshipful licks

   before hand, and then put the heel on. She disappeared behind me and I

   wondered if we were through. Then I felt something enter my ass. I

   realized Karen was fucking my ass with the heel she had put on.

  

   She

   entered slowly but continued until the heel was buried to the hilt in

   my ass.

  

   She twisted it around some and I moaned with pleasure. Kim

   slapped me in the face to bring me back momentarily from the nirvanna

  

   state in which I was entering, she grabbed my chin and said "Don't you

   dare cum!" gathering up all the flem and mucus she could, Kim then

   spit in my face.

  

   It landed on my upper lip and I hugrily reached out

   with my tongue for the tasty treat so generously offer from my

   Goddess. Karen was now fucking me good. Withdrawing almost all the way

   and then ramming it home. She would have knocked me over on my face

   except with each stroke I thrust my ass back to greet it. It must have

   been a sight to behold since Kim had gotten the camcorder and laughed

   as she documented my humiliating disgrace. When Karen tired, she

   stopped, removing her foot but leaving the heel up my ass. Kim

   surveyed the situation. With my hands cuffed just below my anus, and

   the chain locked to the ring, I was able to hold the heel. Kim

   summized that there was just enough leeway with the chain of the

   handcuffs for me to move the heel about 3-4 inches back and forth. Kim

   ordered me to continue, fucking myself with the heel. I must have

   looked rediculous, moaning in pleasure as I rammed that heel, over and

   over, up my ass. The girls began their workout on the stairmaster. Kim

   was still dressed in the spandex outfit she practiced in. She had just

   the white anklets on her beautiful feet. Karen was in her cheerleading

   outfit with just a pair of blue anklets on her feet. They had pretty

   yellow lace trim to match the blue and yellow school colors. I

   continued on with the heel and sat mesmerized by the unbelievable

   sight before me. After a solid forty minutes, the teens ended their

   workout. They looked magnificent, radiant from the glow they achieved.

   It was easy to see why they looked so incredible. Kim disappeared and

   returned with a glass of water and a package. She stood before me

   looking so luscious in the sheen the sweat produced. She tossed the

   package in front of me saying "These are the negatives, you are free

   to go Don. All you have to do is ask me to set you free." I was

   speachless, as I continued to fuck my ass with the heel, unable to

   stop. The doorbell rang and Kim left to get it. My parents appeared in

   the den, shocked at what they saw. For some reason, I didn't react the

   way I expected. While I felt incredible shame, on display like this,

   before my parents, shoving a heel up my ass over and over again, I

   didn't wish that I could run and hide, and I didn't mind that they saw

   me like this. After some comotion, Kim got them to sit on the couch.

   She explained to them that I was free to go, all I had to do was ask

   to be set free. "How about it Don?" Kim asked, "Do you want me to let

   you go or do you want another option?" I was silent, still stroking my

   ass. Karen was filming once again. "Let's see. another option. Hmmm. I

   know, you continue to be my slave. What about that." "yes," I

   whispered. "Oh no you must convince me that I should let you be my

   slave." "Donny, what are you doing. Get a hold of yourself." my father

   was saying. "Tell them to go Donny, please." my mother pleaded. Kim

   turned her back to me, as I began to plead from the deepest depths of

   my soul for Kim to accept me as her slave. I summoned all the

   sincerity and inner feeling I could muster. I begged with more passion

   then humanly possible for Kim to grant the ultimate gift of utter and

   complete slavery upon me. I knew full well that my life would cease to

   exist, and I would be tranformed into something less then an animal,

   and yet I renewed my efforts with greater emotion. Pleading and

   begging at the top of my lungs I continued as Kim swayed her ass

   before my face.

   

   Continuing my plea, "Oh Goddess Kim, as unworthy as I

   am, I pledge to unceasingly, with every ounce of stength and every

   fiber of my being, to live each and every second with the single

   thought of servitude to you. I will live for you, and you alone,

   without any thought for myself. I will suplicate myself before you

   with every drop of feeling I can muster, if only you would grant this

   greatest of honors, this supreme priviledge. I am lower than the dirt

   under you toenail, unworthy to ask to be your slave. My only hope,

   that you will perform the most generous act of kindness in human

   history and accept this miserable being before you." I was exhausted

   beyond belief. So much emotional effort had I summoned. My mother

   sobbing uncontrolably, my father in total shock, no longer able to

   speak. Kim's swaying ass, her magnificent, supreme ass inches from my

   face. She lowered the spandex shorts and said, "Seal your fate Slave

   Shoelicker." Kim bent over, presenting her glorious butt to me. The

   sweat of her workout still gistening upon it. In my hunched over

   position I had to strain to reach it, the object consuming my entire

   conscience. The chains pulled my nipples out, and stretched my

   amazingly engorged penis. Finally my lips brushed her rosebud. The

   feelings washing over me beyond description. A thousand times more

   intense then anything I felt before. Kissing it with every drop of

   feeling that every atom in my body could generate, I shuddered.

  

 

   Kim

   pressed back and I eased my tongue into her anus, that holy shrine. I

   sucked and slurped for all I was worth, basking in this ultimate gift

   from my Goddess.

  

   Just then something began pushing my tongue away. Her

   royal shit entered my mouth.

  

 

   Pushing to the back and then expanding to

   fill my cheeks. The holy feast kept coming, filling my mouth to

   practically overflowing.

  

   Kim stepped away. The sensations beyond

   belief. Far tastier the the most suculent steak. I exploded in orgasm.

      

   The most viscious one I ever experienced. Jet after jet spewwed forth,

   at least a pint of cum. From my hunched over position caused by the

   chains attached to my cock and nipples, the cum had no where to go

   except right in my face. I covered my face, my hair. It was in my

   nose, it covered one eye. Had my face not been in the way, it would

   have hit the ceiling twelve feet above. Slowly I chewed the precious

   gift, savoring every morsel, and moaning in total ecstasy. My Goddess

   appeared before me, wearing her shiney pink patent maryjanes over the

   white anklets. With her shoe, she twisted my face towards my parents.

   I could see them out of the one eye not covered in cum. Kim scraped

   her shoe along my face, collecting a large quantity of semen. "Mr. and

   Mrs. Conway," she said coolly, "Meet Slave Shoelicker." Kim presented

   her foot to me and I dove after it, greedily lapping up the cum as if

   it were the first bit of food for a man who hadn't eaten in a week. I

   gave myself totally to Kim. Waves and waves of delight hitting me as I

   abased myself before my goddess.

  

   With my mother crying uncontrolably,

   and my father hanging his head in shame, they headed for the door. As

   the turned to take one last look, the could see my ass, the heel being

   shoved up my anus next to the tatoo "property of goddess Kim." Nothing

   more needed to be said.

   

 

  

 

 

 

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