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HUMILIATED BY MY SISTERS FRIEND

I got an experience what will give you a stiffy. I was sitting at home on the floor of my living room, when my sister and four of her friends cam in. I always sat on the floor when I heard them come in. I tried to act as if I always sat on the floor because I found that comfortable. They would sit on the couch very often, and rest their feet on the table right above my head. Every time they did this, they had no shoes on, because it was a policy at our home that you pull of your shoes at the doorway. When my sister and her friends would sit on the couch, I would lay on the floor beneath them and watch TV, looking at pretty young feet that were covered in socks or were bare.
One day, my sister brought a couple of her friends in to the house on a hot day. Same as usual, I would lay down on the floor, with my head near the table, hoping they came in to watch TV, so I could get a peek at their feet. They came in, and my sister wanted to go swimming instead, but their was this one girl that said no, and came in and sat down on the couch. I knew her name was Amanda. She was a pretty 14 year old girl, but she already was arrogant as hell. She was the most gorgeous looking girl in the group of friends that my sister had and you could see she was going to be very good-looking when she was older. She also clearly was the leader in my sisters group, everyone followed her. Amanda was 2 years younger than me. (My sister was also 14 BTW)

I looked up, and I saw a pair of gorgeous feet covered in white socks. She had a very short light blue jeans on and a yellow top. I could see her feet up close because she rested them on the table, just centimetres above my head. I could almost smell her feet. I was changing the remote while leaving it on the table above me. While I did this, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her feet, which were now only about 15 to 20 centimetres away from my face. She wanted something else on, so while I wanted to put the volume higher, Amanda tried changing the channels with her socked foot while my hand was still on it! She kept pushing my hand into the remote then she used both her feet trying to change the channel. I moved the remote with my hand to keep her from doing this (although I liked it) and now she suddenly started bumping my face with one of her feet and said a little irritated “Hey!” She kept bumping my head with her foot and said: “Give me the remote, Rick!” (that’s my name). I moved it a little further away so it was unreachable for her feet and after I did this, I turned my face towards her. Then she looked at me, and suddenly put her foot right on my nose and said “Give me the remote!” I played it off and moved my head away from her foot about 5 seconds later, even though I loved every second of this!!
I now moved the remote back towards her, so she could now reach it again with her feet. But while she again put one of her socked foot on the remote, I moved it away again, so it was out of her reach for the second time. Of course I only did this just to get her feet back in the direction of my face. She now yelled at me: “Rick, you f*cking jerk!” And while she said this, she reached out to get the remote off the table. The moment she had the remote in her hands, she bumped the side of my face hard with one of her feet. She kept doing this several times, and after a few times, I acted as if I lost my balance while sitting below her and I moved my head down to the floor for a second.
Luckily she immediately put both her socked feet on the side of my face, directly on my cheek. She now had me covered both ways: Both her feet where on my cheek, while my other cheek was pushed on the floor by her feet. I grabbed her leg softly trying to make her believe I wanted to get out of this position. But she said: “Stay down!” while she pushed my head hard into the floor. I decided to give in to that order, also because I was very aroused because of this position I laid in. I kept looking at her feet while I was down on the floor. After about 20 seconds, I grabbed both her bare legs again with both my hands, trying to make her believe I wanted to get my face out from underneath her feet. While I did this, I turned my face around a little bit, while still having both her bare legs in my hands. I acted that I did this just to get myself free, but I actually wanted her feet to rest on my upturned face.
I couldn’t believe it, but while I turned, I actually succeeded to get her feet directly on my face. Amanda pushed her feet down pretty hard, just as I was turning my face a little. I was now lying under both her socked feet with my face turned straight to the ceiling. Amanda now rested her socked feet with the heel on my mouth and her toes over my eyes!! I couldn’t see anything, but I still managed to keep my right hand on her leg. With this hand I still “tried” to pull her foot off my face (but of course that actually was the last thing I wanted her to do!). While I softly was pushing her leg to the side with my right hand, I suddenly felt a hard punch straight on that hand of mine. She probably hit my hand with her fist as hard as she could! It really hurt! I immediately let her leg loose and rested both my hands obediently on the floor on either sides of my body. When I did that, Amanda probably saw that I had given up and pushed her feet a little harder into my face for a few seconds, while she said: “That’s better!”
I now lay on the floor, with both of Amanda’s feet completely covering my face. Amanda sat comfortably on the couch with her in white socks covered feet on my face. I now fully smelled the sweet odour of Amanda’s feet. They smelled a little bit sweaty but because it were the socks of Amanda that I was smelling, I found it unbelievably arousing!!
I heard her switching the channel to a girlie show that was on, and I just kept laying there. She set the volume a lot higher while I kept smelling her socked feet. I had a total boner by now and I felt like by dick was ready to explode. Every other minute or so, Amanda moved her feet around on my face a little bit and positioned them back on the same place. My eyes stayed covered during this. After about 5 minutes, Amanda suddenly moved both her feet off my eyes and placed her right foot on my mouth, with her toes under my nose. She now looked down on me, and I looked up to her. She now said with a smile on her pretty face: “Are you enjoying yourself down there Rick?” I looked up to her and in a last try to hide my arousal I carefully grabbed her bare leg with my left hand (the hand that hadn’t been hit by her) she pushed that hand away with both her hands, and when I grabbed her leg again, she pushed her right foot very hard on my mouth, while she hit my left hand hard with her right hand.
This hand now also hurt as hell, she must have hit it directly on a muscle. I couldn’t believe this girl could hit so hard! I now completely gave up, and rested both my hands on the floor again. She saw this, and got an even bigger smile on her gorgeous face. She now turned her face towards the TV again, and continued to watch the show that she was watching.
I had her the toe part of her right socked foot on my mouth and her left foot on my cheek and I couldn’t clearly taste the light-sweaty odour of Amanda’s feet. While I was inhaling and tasting this humiliating odour, I looked up at Amanda’s face, which was looking at the TV. I kept looking at her like this for about a minute. After that, Amanda looked down again and covered my face and my eyes again with her white socks. I lay underneath her pretty little feet like this for about 20 minutes. I did not move an inch during this period and Amanda would just wiggle her feet up and down my face occasionally.
During these 20 minutes I had a tent pole in my pants every second I smelled Amanda’s gorgeous feet. Suddenly, after these 20 minutes, Amanda removed her feet from my face, and walked away to the door. While she did this, she didn’t even look at me anymore. Amanda must have seen them coming, because the second that Amanda walked to the door and opened it, my sister and her friends biked into the backyard. I wondered why they were home so early again. Amanda said hello to them and walked on to the metalled backyard on her socks. The same socks that I had been smelling and tasting for the last amazing 20 minutes.
While I watched Amanda talking to my sister and her friends, I hoped that she didn’t tell them about my humiliation beneath her dominant feet. I still had a complete hard-on from the best experience I had ever had. I decided to go up to my room, cause I didn’t dare to stay there and see Amanda again, just after she had made me into her lowly footstool.
I stayed up in my room until I knew for sure that everyone was gone, except for my sister. I came down and tried to figure why they were back that early. My sister (Rebecca) said that the tickets for the swimming pool were sold out, so they biked just went to get some ice-cream, and after that they came back. I also wanted to figure out if Amanda had said anything to her. When I casually asked my sister about that, she said: “Amanda said that you two watched TV together and that she had a good time”. I was relieved to hear that and said “Oooh…okay” Than my sister said: “Why do you ask?” Than I replied: “Never mind, just curiosity”.
After this day, I didn’t dare to look Amanda in the eyes anymore during the following weeks. I kept admiring her sexy attitude and her pretty looks from a distance though. I kept looking at her pretty feet, remembering the wonderful and amazing time I had underneath them. I often jerked off thinking about that unbelievable time Amanda used my face as her footrest. Even months later, when I finally got the courage to look towards Amanda again, I was still imaging the best minutes of my life.
I always brainstormed about the fact that Amanda had said that she had a good time. I wondered if she maybe really had enjoyed dominating me with her feet. I often thought about asking her if I could be her footstool again, but I just was too scared. Unfortunately, I never got the chance to relive my best (and only) foot-experience ever.
Amanda is now 17, and I’m 19. She has a boyfriend now, and I have girlfriend. She still looks as stunning as she looked back then, only 3 years older. And now, I still fantasize about that one remarkable day that all my deepest fantasies became realized. I still regret that I did not ask her to humiliate me again with her feet, but I just didn’t have the guts back than, and I certainly don’t have them now. I fantasize of how good my foot-experience could have been when I wasn’t so scary. Anyways, I just HAD to write this story, with the purpose of getting my best experience ever written down on paper, for fellow footlovers to enjoy, and to be jealous of me!
THE END





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.....Heaven won't take me and hell's afraid I'll take over.....

dewam...hikaye 2

DARLENE'S 17 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER


I'd known them for years, Mike and Darlene; hell I was even best man at their wedding a little ways back. Mike and I were already good friends when Darlene came along, and over time the three of us became inseparable. Mike was my age, 36, but Darlene was a little older, maybe 38 (who knows for sure), but god was she a knockout! Not an extremely petite woman, but incredibly curvy- you know the type. Brick shithouse with all the right trimmings. Curly blond hair that cascaded down her shoulders, full pouting lips, nice round bosom, and legs that could choke the life out of you. All of which held my attention of course, I am a red-blooded horny fuck eighteen hours out of the day (even horny fucks get some sleep), but what completely captivated me were her feet. I would do anything I could to even catch a glimpse of them when I was visiting their house. Sometimes the four of us would be hanging out watching a movie (did I mention yet that this stunning woman had a teenage daughter? I'll get to that in a minute) and I would miss everything on T.V. because I would constantly be shifting my gaze to her precious feet. She always seemed to be rubbing them together, or stretching her toes, or bouncing them off the edge of the couch- that was the only show that I was interested in! Once I got close enough to smell them right after she had taken off her shoes and I swear I almost passed out because I was so delirious from the aroma. At that moment I wanted nothing more than for her to look down at me on the floor, take my head between her two stinky soles and just start slapping the shit out of me, laughing while she ordered me to lick them between each smack. Alas, that scenario never presented itself through the years, but something did happen one night that irrevocably changed my relationship with Mike and Darlene, and it never even involved either one of them. It was Darlene's daughter Lorraine that did me in, and I'm telling you, to this day I still haven't fully recovered. Believe it or not, I never even saw it coming. Now, Lorraine was Darlene's seventeen year old daughter and apparently had the fortune of acquiring all of her mother's good looks, and leaving out the minor parts of her mom’s body. (She wasn't Mike's kid- she came from Darlene's first husband). Lorraine looked a lot like Darlene, although she even had a much better figure than her mom. She had a superbly formed tight ass and a completely flat stomach. Her breasts were almost as large as her moms and they were perfectly in proportion with the rest of magnificent body. Lorraine was, all in all, a complete knock-out babe!! What turned me on most about Lorraine however was not her beautiful looks, but rather her attitude. Every time I came over their house she looked me over as if I was some piece of shit that she had stepped in; she rarely spoke to me except to tell me to get out of her chair or something, and I, in turn, never felt the need to be friendly with her, but, in some way, her high-class attitude turned me on. Where Darlene was soft spoken and charming, Lorraine was crass and immature. I knew she had many friends, because I heard from Darlene that Lorraine and her friends always went out and stuff like that. The few times that Lorraine was home when I came over, she usually kept to her room, coming out only to eat, watch a little T.V. and give me hostile glances. Yup, Lorraine was a real bitch, the kind of bitchiness usually reserved for these very attractive women who know they can pretty much get whatever they want. Lorraine exactly fitted that, so her personality aroused me to the extreme. Once in a while I would be looking at Darlene and her feet, completely wrapped up in self-indulgent fantasies, and from the corner of my eye I would become aware of Lorraine staring at me from the other side of the room. Whenever I would glance in her direction she would slowly roll her eyes to the ceiling and then watch T.V. again. I would wonder if she had realized what I was doing, staring at her mom and everything, but before I would start to worry about it Darlene would begin her foot show again. The flexing and stretching and bouncing put all thoughts out of my mind and again I was transfixed. Every time I left Lorraine was already locked away in her room, any thoughts I had of my visit were of visions of Darlene's delicious feet dancing in my head- soon to be remedied by some serious whacking off when I got home. Thus was my routine- I must admit I felt guilty at times, for the most part the only reason I would hang out with Mike these days was in the hopes that Darlene would be around. Fuck it, I figured what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
    One night I got a phone call from Mike, asking me to come over. They live about three blocks away and usually I walk it, but since it was raining I decided to hop in my car. On the way, like I usually do, I wondered if Darlene was home and whether she would be barefoot and whether or not I would ever get the chance to lick her feet and so on. As I pulled up in their driveway I noticed a couple of suitcases on the front porch and a taxi parked out on the street. I wondered what was going on when Mike suddenly burst through the front door.
   
     "Brendan, buddy- need a favour!!"

Before I could respond Darlene was at the door and it was obvious she had been crying all day. Apparently something serious had happened and despite the circumstances I could not help myself from glancing down at her feet. Boots. Damn. No foot show today.

    "Hello??? Did you hear me Brendan?"

    "Huh, oh yeah" I stammered. I didn't hear a word. Shit, how long was he talking to me? God, I'm completely obsessed with this man's wife- man look at her! Even in tears she still looks radiant. I'm a pig. I can't help it. Mike, I'm in love with your wife and I want to suck her feet 'til my dick falls off. What do you think?

    "...so we need you to watch the house for a little while. Darlene's mom isn't too far away, about twenty miles up 80 I guess, right hon? Anyway, we shouldn't be more than a few hours but we won't know until we get there," Mike finished up. "Can you help us?"

He looked at me and I looked at him and then I looked at Darlene. She tried to smile through the pain that she was in and it kind of snapped me out of my haze.

    "Of  course, man, of course. I'll stay here as long as you need me to," I said. "Call me as soon as you can, let me know how it's going." I could only surmise what had happened since I was in fantasy land while he was explaining it to me. One look at Darlene told me it was serious though, or serious enough. Mike grabbed the bags and was heading towards the taxi when Darlene approached me, gently placing her hand on my cheek.

    "We appreciate this Brendan, my Mom is in hysterics since Dad went into the hospital," she spoke softly. "There's food in the fridge if you want it, and well, you know, just make yourself comfortable." She subconsciously caressed my cheek as she spoke and I struggled mightily to suppress my raging hormones. Finally, she smiled again, and turning towards the steps began to make her way out into the rainy evening. When she got to the cab door that Mike was holding for her she looked up towards the house and peered through the drizzle.

     "Lorraine won't be home for a while, Brendan. She's at a friend's house. She knows what's going on and she said she'd rather be somewhere else. When she gets in have her call me, o.k. hon?" Darlene waved afterwards at me.

    "No problem," I replied, and waved her goodbye. As the cab sped away I wondered how long it would be before the little beautiful bitch made her way home. Typical of her to leave her mom hanging in a time of need. I decided right then to give Lorraine a piece of my mind when she got in. I always wanted to do it anyway, now I had a reason.

As I strolled through the door into the house I decided to watch a little T.V. Right after I grabbed something to eat - Mike and Darlene always had more food than I did. After I loaded up a plate I headed out into the living room and eased back into Lorraine's chair. Here is where I wanted to be when she came home, daring her to say one rude or sarcastic thing to me so that I could tear into her. As I started eating, my eyes wandered around the room and from underneath the couch I noticed the toe of a slipper peeking out. Holy shit, that's Lorraine's flip-flops! I remember that I saw here wearing them once some time back! My heart began to skip a beat and my palms got all sweaty. I was in love with Darlene’s feet, but something in Lorraine (I think it was the combination of beauty and arrogance) actually attracted me likewise, or maybe even more!
Oh, the things I could do with that flip-flop! Part of my brain told me that it was wrong, it wasn't something I should be doing, but eventually my need for Lorraine's feet won out. As I stood up I began to feel light-headed, anticipating what I was about to do. I floated towards the couch and bending down, gently picked up Lorraine's pink flip-flop. It had a high and think sole. It were almost platform flip-flops. The kind of flip-flops that were very popular at the time among the teenage girls, and very sexy indeed. Touching it made my head spin again, and as I brought it to my face I could see how well worn it was on the inside. Waiting as long as I could to prolong the pleasure, I slowly brought Lorraine’s flip-flop to my nose and inhaled. Oh my God, it was heavenly! Old foot sweat filled my nostrils and immediately sent waves all the way down to my already bulging cock. Wasting no time I quickly undid my zipper and grabbed my dick, pumping it as I sniffed and licked at the insides of Lorraine's flip-flop. Completely oblivious of my surroundings, I began to whimper and moan as the taste of Lorraine's teenage feet washed over my tongue. Right as I sensed I was about to cum I faintly heard a noise from the back of the house.
Fuck! Lorraine's home! The bitch fucked me again! In a panic I threw the slipper halfway across the room and quickly hiked up my pants. Just as I was sitting back down Lorraine shuffled into the doorway.
    She looked a little bit hooker-ish, as usual, but very beautiful .Her hair was in her face and it appeared as if she wore little or no makeup. She was modern dressed, and I got even a bigger hard-on when I saw her gorgeous appearance from a distance. She had a perfect figure, and I was in total ecstasy when I saw her well-formed tight little ass, but for some reason I briefly wondered if this girl has ever even seen a cock in her lifetime, much less have one inside her.

    "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Now like I said, I was anxiously awaiting the moment that she came home so I rip into her about leaving her mother when she needed her and all that shit. Somehow though, mostly because my heart was still in my throat over almost being caught with my pants down, I just couldn't find the words. A bead of sweat rolled down my brow and I barely found myself able to make eye contact.

    Lorraine raised her voice a little more. "Well?!?"

With all the composure I could muster I managed to croak, "Your mom wants you to call her." I looked away as soon as I got the words out.

I could feel her staring at me even though I couldn't see her. Finally she slowly exhaled as if annoyed, and I could hear her mutter "dork" as she walked away and into her room. A moment later music boomed through her walls. As I eventually began to relax a bit I started to become angry with how I handled the situation, and feeling bolder by the minute I got up and made my way to her room. The door wasn't locked and I firmly pushed it open.

    "You want to turn that down a bit Lorraine?" I said with a tough guy voice that I had lost moments ago. I realized that I had never been in her room before and I suddenly felt like an intruder (teenage girls and their privacy and all that.) Lorraine probably wouldn't be any different, but I felt capable of handling any lip that she decided to dish out on me. The music was louder in here, but I heard her reply all the same.

    "Get the fuck out of my room, faggot!!" she screamed. She was lying on her bed on her stomach with her feet up by the headboard, and as is my nature my eyes were drawn to her feet. She was barefoot, apparently she had taken off her boots as soon as she came in. At that moment I could not remember a single time that I had seen her without her shoes on, she always had those damn things on. Just that one time that I saw her bare feet in the pink flip-flops I just licked, but than I didn’t have a good view than, and that was almost a year ago. Now I saw her bare feet clearly and  I could not tear my eyes away from her naked and of course, just like the rest of her body, beautiful feet. They really were beautiful, absolutely flawless, at least from this vantage point. I tried to think of a way to get a closer look. Lorraine repeated herself.

    "What are you, deaf? I thought I told you to get the fuck out of here!!!" As she yelled she arched her feet, and I knew that she inherited this trait from her mother. They both had perfect feet. I stood there dumbfounded by this discovery, and no matter what common sense told me to do, I could not move. Finally, she picked up one of her boots that she had just taken off and winged it at my head. I stood there and watched all of this happen, and even as the shoe bounced off my chest it took me a few seconds to gather my wits enough to quietly creep out the door. I heard her yelling at me as I tried to make my exit.

    "Before you leave, pick up my boot and put it by the other one," she said. "You should not have been in here so it should never have been moved." When I hesitated she yelled "Do it!!" As soon as I saw her feet all reason left my mind. I should have been furious with her for everything she had done up to this point, but because of her feet and her beauty I could not stand up to this seventeen year old bitch. I hated myself for not having any self-control but I could not fight the feelings that she had stirred up. I decided that the quickest way out of this with some small scrap of dignity left would be to just do what she asked (demanded, she demanded it) and put her boot back by her bed. Don't look at her, don't look at her feet, put it back and get the fuck out of here. I wondered when the hell Mike and Darlene were coming home. Would Lorraine tell them any of this? Jesus. As I approached her bed she got off her stomach and sat down on the edge with her feet hanging over the sides.

    "Good boy. Place it gently by the other one."

    I could feel my ears burning as all the blood rushed to my face. She was humiliating me and I was letting it happen. Careful not to look at her, I put her boot down by the other one. I became aware of the smell of her feet, I couldn't tell whether it was from her shoe or if it was coming right from the source. Her feet were mere inches from me now, and it took every fibre of my being not to steal a glance at them. Right as I was about to get up, her right foot flew up in a blur and connected squarely with my jaw, sending me sprawling backwards. As I lay crumpled in the corner of her room, she slowly picked up her legs and laid back down on the bed.

    "You can leave now," she said.

    Glancing up at her I got up and left the room, closing the door behind me. What the hell just happened? The whole thing seemed so surreal to me that I needed proof that it really did in fact happen. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the
mirror. My upper lip was starting to swell, right where she had kicked me. I looked at my reflection, still in disbelief. What kind of man allows a seventeen year old to completely emasculate him? The thing was though, I could not argue with my dick, and I had a hard-on from the moment she started barking at me. It was her surprisingly beautiful feet that got me even more aroused, yes, that much was certainly true. But when she ordered me to put her shoe back, I was entranced. I could not say no to her. The thought of Darlene finding out about this makes me sick. God, I hope Lorraine stays in her room.
    I left the bathroom and settled down in the living room. I turned the T.V. on to try and forget about what had happened. An hour later I had myself convinced that what took place wasn't really all that bad; maybe Lorraine was just goofing with me. Maybe she was in a bad mood or something, her grandfather's sick isn't he? Teenagers - who knows. Unfortunately, no matter how much I rationalize, I can't deny how much I had liked what she did to me. My aching balls remind me. Suddenly Lorraine's door swings open and out she comes, I can hear her feet slapping on the kitchen linoleum as she gets closer to the living room. My heart is racing again. Don't look at her, ignore her, maybe she'll go away.

    "What are you doing in my chair, asshole?" she quips. I look up to see her looming over me and again I am speechless. Before she can say anything else I get up to give her her chair, but as soon as my back is turned she places her bare foot on my butt and shoves me to the floor. "Not quick enough, sorry. And by the way, since my mom isn't around for you to drool over, you're gonna have to start doing what I tell you to do, WHEN I tell you to do it! Do you understand me, or are you too stupid?" Looking up into her gorgeous and sexy face I see nothing but disgust, this girl really can't stand me. Slowly I nod my head.

    "No... tell me you understand me," she says.

    I didn't respond because I didn't trust the sound of my own voice. Lorraine makes her way to me and with her hands on her hips, stretches out her leg and plops her foot down on my head, clasping a knot of my hair with her toes.

    "See, this means yes," she says slowly, rocking my head up and down with her foot. She unclenches her toes and brings her foot forward. "And this means no!" With her foot now positioned on the side of my face she whips it sideways, slapping me with the top of her foot. Before I can react she brings it back, slapping my face with her sole. She repeats the procedure three more times until I manage to squeal out that I understood. 

      "God, you're pathetic," Lorraine said. "I always knew you were a little worm...coming over here and annoying the shit out of all of us." She glared down at me for another minute and then proceeded to sit down in her chair. My face was stinging like crazy from her blows, and all I could do was lay there before her, waiting to see what she would do to me next. I was completely under her mercy, and she knew it well enough. Whatever pride I had left as a man, a man more than twice this girl's age, had almost entirely vanished. I could do nothing but give in to it.
Lorraine picked up the phone on the table beside her and began to dial. When she finished she snapped her fingers at me and motioned for me to come sit beside her, down at her feet. When I stood up to do so she covered the receiver and yelled "Crawl over here doggy!" I got down and crawled. I was tingling all over from the degradation she was putting me through; I could not recall a time when I was more sexually excited. And it was all for the amusement of this gorgeous teenage bitch.

    "Hi mom, it's me. Yeah, I just got in." As her words hit my ears I suddenly froze about two feet away from her chair. Oh no, not Darlene! What the hell am I doing? I got to get out of here!

    "No, I'm fine...I don't know why you asked him to come over," Lorraine looked into my eyes and sensing my panic, stuck her foot out and shoved all five of her toes into my mouth at once. I then felt her toes hooking into my teeth and gums and slowly she started to drag me towards her as if she was reeling in a fish. When she had me next to her chair she pulled her foot from my mouth and rested it on top of my head. I could hear Darlene's voice over the phone now, and all I could do was to sit there in agony, the taste of Lorraine's foot still fresh in my mouth. 
       
    "Yeah, he's right here...hold on." With that she handed me the phone and smiled wickedly, daring me to do anything but what she wanted me to do. With an extremely shaky hand I grabbed the receiver and put it to my ear. "Hello?" I said. "Darlene?"
"Hi Brendan, yes it's me. Just wanted to tell you again how much we appreciate what you're doing for us and...what? Brendan, hold on hon..." Lorraine had both her feet propped up on my head now, and was rocking them back and forth. When she realized that her mother had gotten off the phone for a moment, she began to slide them down towards my face. Still fairly greasy from being in her boots all night her feet slid easily across my forehead until they came to rest, one on the phone still by my ear and the other one plastered right across my face. The heel of her left foot was stoppered by my bottom lip, which she kept pulling down until she had wedged it in my mouth well enough for her to sit there comfortably. Of course I complied with this completely, I tried not to move at all so she could have a decent footrest.

    A moment later Darlene came back on the line. "Uh Brendan, it doesn't look like we're going to be making it home tonight. Nothing serious here, I guess I just don't want to leave my mother alone. Would you mind terribly if I asked you to be a dear and stay at our house until tomorrow?" I didn't answer because of the foot in my mouth. "Brendan?"

    Being cautious not to disturb Lorraine I managed to mumble "ummhmm."

    After some hesitation Darlene asked me to put Lorraine back on the phone. Looking up at Lorraine I pointed with my free hand at the phone, but she wouldn't budge. She just looked at me with a mixture of mild contempt and growing irritation. Finally she reached down and, plucking the phone out of my hand, placed both of her feet on my face and absentmindedly started to kneed my face with her toes. I was completely enveloped by her glorious feet as she roughly pulled and tugged at my skin, the smell of her feet being transferred onto my face as she played with it. I could feel her toenails making tiny scratches as each one dug in over and over. Quickly, Lorraine ended the conversation with her mother and hung up the phone.

    "Well, footstool, looks like I'm stuck with your perverted ass!" Lorraine announced as she pushed me with both feet onto my back. "Mom seems to think I need a grown-up to watch me 'til they get back. What she doesn't know is that the only thing that you'll be watching is the bottom of my nasty feet!!" She stood over me now, one foot on either side of my head. "Maybe, if you're a good little boy, I might even let you eat my toejam later!!" With that last insult she bent down and slapped me across the face twice. The night was just beginning...
      





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.....Heaven won't take me and hell's afraid I'll take over.....

dewam...H-3

THE LAW STUDENT


 
The first meeting:

At 39, I have accomplished most of the goals I had set to accomplish
several years before. I was a respectful professor in a very well known school, had a nice family, a nice home and several nice cars. My life was full and interesting. In most respects. Mr. Perfect? well..., not quite. My weak point was latent in my complete admiration of women, which more often than not has led me into almost embarrassing situations. I was not admiring women in the main stream way, that is, sporting pseudo gentle maniac behaviour, courting and making shrewd jokes to get the other side into bed. No Sir. My admiration was meek, submissive, servile, supplicant to degrees that I was almost astonished to find existing in me. If a woman looked good to me, she could enslave me on the spot. And that, gentle readers, was my weak point. Many clever women had exploited that weak spot of mine before,
and I sure hope that many will continue to do so. This is a story of one very special young lady who has come to learn my weakness, master its origins, and take full advantage of it for her own benefit. Looking back at the erratic chain of events, perhaps it was a greyish Monday morning, when Amanda first walked into my office.

"Professor, may I come in?"

A sweet, girlish voice was waking me up from my morning coffee time.

"Uhm, yes, do come in"

I replied. Amanda stepped in. My eyes, trained to look down in the presence of a female, immediately spotted her blue maryjanes,  and then her shins just above
the white socks, and then her shapely and lightly muscular calves. All that took just a
tiny fraction of time, and most women would probably not notice anything unusual. But  Amanda's reaction was overwhelming. She extended her right leg slightly forward and said

"Like my new socks? I noticed you were looking"

I was caught. Just like a novice, like a little boy, an untrained child. That young lady immediately saw through me. I had to explain now.

"Actually I was -- my 15 year old daughter asked me to buy her some
socks".

"Only 15 and she already has her Dad buying her socks for her?"

Asked Amanda, in a slight superior tone. Less than 30 seconds after she
had stepped in, I was already feeling degraded by her. I loved that feeling. It made me feel yummy. Avoiding an answer (I am sure she knew the answer right there and then), I offered her a seat, and something to drink. Amanda sat down on the comfy chair I had reserved for my guests, sipped her coffee, and put her left leg on her right knee.

"Let me get straight to the point, professor. I need a tutor, and I need it now. I am aware of the department's policy of group-study encouragement and all that,
but I don't want to share at this time any ideas with the other kids. I need to study on
my own, only I need some guidance. I was hoping that you could recommend a good tutor for me."

I knew that we had no tutors for advanced courses, but nevertheless I gave the usual stunt of calling the secretary and inquiring about any available tutors. I felt wrong about this, but that was all I could do. When I told her that unfortunately there
were no tutors available, she said:

"I was hoping that you would be more helpful. I don't think Dr. Brown would like it, but if that's how it is, then....."

DR. BROWN, came the name like a hammer. Amanda Brown was her name, Dr.
Brown was the Dean, could it possible be that.... YES! Amanda Brown was the Dean's daughter, and she sure was using it now.

"Well come now, Amanda. I am sure that we will be able to work something out..."

I mumbled. She replaced the order of her legs, now her right leg on her
left knee, and said:

"That's more like it. So I get to have you as my private Tutor for free?"

She already calculated everything, much sooner than I did. Effectively,
she had enlisted me to her army of tutors. I wonder how many professors she had
working for her. My eyes were caressing her shoes, when I almost whispered,

"I guess I can find some time for you, Amanda..."

"Very good. Shall we start tomorrow? I like to study at dawn. I shall expect
you at my cabin by 6:30 a.m."

She got up, wrote something in her notebook, and looked at me critically. She was acting like a true employer, having me catering to her whims. Thus the critical moment had arrived. Amanda, a beautiful young woman standing in front of me, patronizing me, her professor, strictly calling the shots. If I say YES now, then that's it. I am hers. No way back. I can still resist now, and deal with the Dean later.
But I chose not to resist. Another glimpse of her calves was all it took.

"As you wish, Amanda. I will be at your cabin tomorrow morning."

"See ya "

She said, and left without further ado or thanks.

  B. Professor shoelicker is born

Amanda's cabin was secluded from the rest, just at the edge of a nice  forest-like area. As other Law students, she shared the large and comfy cabin with one more  Law student, a girl named Cindy. It was a typical girls cabin - bikes thrown outside,  plenty of junk on the large wooden porch. A nice living room with cloths scattered
everywhere.  Both girls coming from affluent families, they had all the electrical gadgets to make life easy and comfortable. I approached the cabin, climbed the three steps to the porch,  and approached the door. Right next to the doormat (which instead of the usual "welcome",  had "professor" written on it), were a pair of blue maryjanes. Possibly the pair Amanda wore before. I looked at my watch. It was 6:26. I still have 4 minutes, I thought. A woman's pair of shoes always caused my knees weakness. I looked around. Nobody in sight. I knelt, and passed my tongue on the surface of one of the shoes, then the other. I started licking the shoes, while my erection was growing steadily. Just when I felt it was time to call it quits, the door was opened. I froze. To my horror, I heard a voice. It was Cindy's voice:

"Professor Johnson, we were expecting you!"

To my amazement, I saw Cindy leaning on the door, holding a camcorder in her left hand. She called back -

"Amanda!, your professor is here, exactly in the position you said he would!"

Suddenly it was clear: Amanda has set me up. She planned all this. She
knew that her maryjanes next to the professor doormat would be a winning combination. She had Cindy film my supplication in front of her shoes. I heard Amanda's footsteps as she approached. I was beginning to rise, when Amanda said in a firm voice,

"Stay on you knees, professor, just where you belong."

I remained on all fours, eyes on the floor. Amanda came out. I was able to see her
white sneakers. She removed the doormat and said to Cindy

"Now we have the real thing. A real doormat professor. Professor Johnson here will do exactly as we say as long as we wish, for if not, we will have the video sent over to the Dean's office, and poor Professor Johnson will have to look for a job elsewhere, but naturally, not within the academic framework."

Amanda said all that as a matter of factly. She approached her blue maryjanes. By now she was standing next to me, hands folded on her chest.  She nudged her
maryjanes with her sneakers.

"You did not really do a good job with these, did you, professor Johnson, or should I call you, professor shoelicker?"

My ears were red from humiliation. It was clear that both coeds were immensely enjoying this  ridiculing of me. I thought about what to answer when I suddenly felt Cindy's foot come down on my neck

"Answer Amanda when she asks you a question!"

commanded Cindy and her foot pressed down my head into the floor.

"No, Amanda, I guess I did not"

Cindy stomped on my head firmly.

"You are not to call her Amanda. She is Goddess Amanda for you, and I am Goddess Cindy. Is that clear, professor shoelicker?"

And her foot stomped on my head once more.

"Yes Goddess Cindy. Thank you for correcting me Goddess Cindy"

I grovelled.

"Goddess Amanda, please forgive me for an inappropriate conduct. I
believe the Goddess' shoes are not clean yet."

"So what do you propose to do about it?"

Asked Amanda, amused.

"Please, Goddess Amanda, please let me shine them properly".

"I think I will grant your request shoelicker, but I would like to see
you do it with both hands around your back."

With Cindy's foot still on my head, I took my hands back, and crawled
to Amanda's maryjanes. I started licking them clean, making sure that all the
small mud-grits and dust pieces attached to the sides and soles were cleaned. All this time, Amanda was standing right above me, and Cindy still had her foot on my neck, shoving me into Amanda's shoes. After about 3 minutes, I spoke

"Goddess Amanda, I believe your maryjanes are clean now."

"They sure do look clean now, shoelicker. Now that we have you, we will
not require our old doormat. Let's see how you fit in our door. Get yourself over
there!"

She commanded. I crawled on my belly toward the door.

"On your back!"

Commanded Cindy. I turned on my back and above me were these two young
and  beautiful domineering girls. Amanda placed her sneaker on my mouth and began smearing it over my face, as she would do on a real doormat. After a few seconds my face turned black and sticky with the dirt of her sole. Then came her other sneaker. Then came Cindy's  sneakers. By the time they were done with me, my face had turned into a gooey black mat. I was extremely aroused by all this. Amanda put her sneaker on my chest, and said

"OK, professor shoelicker, now we shall study a little. Don't go anywhere!"

They both went inside.

"Come inside, professor shoelicker, I am waiting for you!"

I could not figure out if I was supposed to get up or not, so to be on the safe side, I crawled on all fours inside, like a dog. Amanda was sitting  on a nice rocking chair, holding her books. She pointed at her feet:

"Here, professor, crawl to my feet. I need a footstool".

I crawled to her feet. I laid on my belly, and she put her sneakers on
my head.

"Now we need to set up the rules straight.
1.In this house, you will never rise from all fours. You will be either wriggling
on your belly, or crawling on all fours.
2.When I or Cindy call you, you will crawl to our feet , and present
yourself by kissing our feet.
3.Whenever you come here for tutoring me, you will serve as mine and
Cindy's slave, cleaning, cooking, laundering for us as we please.

If you fail to do any of the above, your video will be on the Dean's desk the following day. Now, you can of course choose to loose your job if you  wish. But if you wish to keep it, and be my doormat, slave, private spittoon, my bootlicker, my servant whom I will humiliate and degrade as I please, you will now turn on your back and beg to lick my shoe sole."

As I was listening to her soft voice and feeling her sneakers on my head, a blissful atmosphere occupied my cognition. I was at peace, under her sneakers. It felt right that this young, assertive, beautiful and clever young lady should have me as her footstool. In a moment of emotional outburst, I licked the floor, chewing in the
dust, taking pride in the fact that these dust grains came from her shoe soles, or Cindy's shoe soles. I turned onto my back. Amanda put her right sneaker next to my ear, and her left sneaker she raised several inches above my face. Her strong calve was apparent just above me, sending into me jisms of new arousal, like electric bolts. Her legs were so perfect. Her face was so pretty. She seemed like a true Goddess. There was no escape from my  Predestined humiliation under the feet of this goddess. I begged,

"Please, Goddess Amanda, may I please lick you shoe sole clean? Please
allow  me the high privilege of cleaning your shoe in the only way appropriate.
Please,  Goddess Amanda."

Slowly, she lowered her shoe onto my mouth. I started licking her shoe
sole  hungrily. Accepting my faith with warm love. If at that moment she
would put her shoe on my neck and choke me to death I would die a happy man.

The Law Student      Part II
by JRUG

Amanda and Cindy teach the professor some manners in a coffee place.

It was an early Wednesday morning. I hurried up to Amanda's cabin.
She can't stand wasting time on waiting for tutors. I arrived
at her door exactly at 6:30 a.m, and just as I do every morning,
knelt down, held my hands behind my back and my nose on the floor,
waiting for the door to be opened. Usually I would wait several minutes
before either Amanda or her roommate Cindy would open the door
for me, and then I would quickly crawl in. Not to waste time,
I kissed the floor reverently, taking pride in the fact that the
very same floor has been treaded not long ago by the powerful feet
of Amanda or Cindy. Finally the door was opened.

"Good morning Goddess. I came to offer you my humble knowledge"

I recited my line, and then advanced my nose slightly forward, to
where I expected Amanda's foot would be placed for me to kiss.
A soft white sock was covering Amanda's foot this morning. It was
so lovely. I kissed it quietly although I wanted to lick it violently.
I was extremely submissive in front of Amanda. During the several
weeks that I had been tutoring her in her Law studies, she had transformed
me into a total boot-licking, grovelling, submissive foot-stool that I had become.
And she did it so elegantly, as if carelessly, as if her superiority was part of
nature's design. Or was it really? Here I was, about twice her age, crawling on
all fours at the height of her calves, my eyes completely transfixed at her
legs, waiting to be ordered around like a slave, willing to go all the way and loving
every second. So perhaps that is how nature intended it to be.

"Get me a cup of coffee and we shall start"

Ordered Amanda. I crawled to the kitchen and prepared one cup of coffee.
That was the only time when I was allowed to stand up. I returned with the coffee,
knelt down, presented the cup on the small table beside her, and resumed my servile
position at her feet.

She placed her socked foot on my head, and we studied for a while,
her asking question, and I, replying. Then she said:

"Today I have an assignment for you. You will accompany Cindy and me
to a coffee place, where we shall demonstrate our total superiority over you
by completely humiliating you in front of everybody, reducing
you to dirt under our feet. This will enforce the recognition that
I believe you have already began to acquire, of your inferiority
to me. Now thank me for this and quickly fetch my shoes.

I kissed her foot reverently, uttering:

"Thank you goddess Amanda, for letting me absorb your teachings.
You are a true ruler of my soul, and I cannot imagine...."

She lightly kicked my face.

"You are getting carried away, slave. Now fetch my shoes! Don't forget to
handle them properly."

I crawled quickly to her bedroom. "Handle them properly" meant to
carry them between my teeth, just as an obedient doggy would do.
I crawled back to my beautiful young mistress, carrying her maryjanes
between my teeth. She presented her left foot forward, and I put
one shoe on it, and then the other shoe on the other foot. She got
up, and went to phone Cindy, stepping on my head on her way.
My nose was momentarily crushed into the floor. The pain was not
too great. It was rather sweet, coming from Amanda's legs.

Amanda talked a few minutes on the phone, powdered her nose,
and we were on our way out. We used her nice path-finder, a new
toy her father bought for her. I was ordered to lie down on the floor,
my face very close to her foot on the gas pedal. The view was terrific, and
the feeling was great too - she seemed so much in control, of both me and
the big car.

When we arrived in the coffee shop, I was allowed to stand. On our
way, Amanda explained that the trick was to reduce me from a seemingly
normal person to a grovelling defeated bootlicker. I was not given
all the details of the plot, though. Cindy was already waiting.
Amanda joined Cindy, and I was ordered to sit at the next table,
nearby, and act as if we are strangers. So I did; I picked up a magazine,
ordered a coffee and read quietly, just like any Joho Doe
would do on a late morning. By lunchtime, the place had turned pretty
crowded. In a nearby table, two young ladies, in exec-suits were
having their lunch. Amanda and Cindy were talking to each other,
looking at me, smiling. Obviously whatever they were planning, was
about to commence. Then the waiter gave me a note. It read

"Get up now, hold your coffee-mug, and start walking by our table.
Prepare to take a fall".

I got up, took my mug in one hand and the magazine in the other, and
as if absent-mindedly, started walking by their table. Cindy's foot
came from under the table, knocking me down. I fell down, and my coffee was
all over the place, especially near Cindy's and Amanda's
bags and feet, but also near the two exec's table.

"Hey!! What is this...?"

Exclaimed Amanda :

"Look where you are going, mister Look what a mess you did to my new
shoes!",

said one of the exec's, a nice looking red-head. The waiter rushed
with a cloth in hand. I was starting to say I am sorry and all that,
when the waiter came in with a cloth. He was about to kneel down
and clean the mess when Amanda said

"Wait a minute waiter, it is only fair that he who made the mess,
will also clean it up, don't you think?"

Her voice was loud enough to draw attention from some other tables.

The waiter nodded in apprehension. He handed me the cloth, smiling.

I stood there, the cloth in my hand, not knowing quite what to do.

"Well?"

said Amanda, pointing to the floor at her feet, under her table.

I knelt down and cleaned the floor under their table. Then I cleaned
the bag. The Amanda said

"Just to make it up for her, I think you should clean the lady's shoes
too, because you messed up".

The lady from the other table nodded, and extended her leg to me.

"Yeah, mister, clean my shoe!"

As I was turning to her from Amanda's feet, Amanda suddenly got
up, grabbed my hair with her strong fist, and said loudly

"Just exactly what were you doing under my table, mister?"

She asked angrily, in a tone that implies sexual harassment on my
side,

"Why no miss, honestly, I did nothing of the sort..."

I was trying to excuse myself. People were looking. The lady
whose leg was extended got up and stood next to me too.

"Why you are a pervert, sneaking under the table like that!"

She said, and suddenly her knee came into my face, jabbing me
backwards, but I was still held by Amanda's fist. Amanda grabbed
my head again, and banged it to the chair, holding my bleeding nose
into the chair. The lady put her foot onto the chair and said

"Now you will lick my shoe clean, you pervert!"

Amanda grabbed my hair once more, and shoved my face into the lady's
shoe. I started licking.  "What a wimp", I heard a voice from afar.
But I kept licking, for I was subdued. After the shoe was sparkling clean,
it came down on my neck, and my face was shoved hard into the
floor, where her other shoe was waiting to get cleaned. This time
I had the lady trampling my head into her shoe. I licked it clean.
The lady turned to the audience and said:

"It looks like we got ourselves a regular shoelicker here, ladies
and gentlemen. Anyone care for a shoeshine?"

And the laughed at me, at her feet, licking her shoes. I looked up
at her and she fisted her hand - threatening to deliver a blow
to my face, so I quickly resumed my shoelicking. Meanwhile her
friend approached too. She had ankle boots on, which were not
affected by the spilled coffee, but had stains of dirt and mud all
over them.

"I could use a shoeshine"

She giggled.

"No problem" said the redhead. She kicked my face hard and said

"You heard my friend -- now hop to it."

As Amanda has promised, I was reduced to a bootlicking creature
grovelling at the feet of strange people. She said she would do it,
and she did it. She did not use a lot of force. Just a little and
that was enough to crush me. All that time she was standing nearby,
an amused smile on her face. I caught a glimpse of her eyes. They
were so knowingly dominant, so conquering. Her legs were crossed,
and the sight of her muscular calves sent shivers of renewed submission into
me. Meanwhile I was abused by a strong readhead, who
had beat my silly and was now enjoying the fruits of her victory.

I licked the dirt off her friend's ankle boots. Apparently a circle
of spectators had formed around the scene. "What a bootlicker"
"What a wimp!" "Hey crawl over here and lick my shoes too",
were the remarks I heard. Amanda then came in and grabbed my hair
again, bringing her eyes close to mine.

"Well pervert, what are we going to do with you. Should we turn
you in to the police?"

"YES!!" said some of the spectators,

"...Or maybe should we just make you the public shoelicker of
this coffee house"

"YES!!!" came an even stronger shout from the spectators.

Amanda shoved my head down back to the floor. She reduced me to
a beaten pile of dirt, just as she had promised to do.





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.....Heaven won't take me and hell's afraid I'll take over.....

hiçbirşey anlamadım ama tahminim güzel hikayelerdir
ingilizcesi olan bir arkadaş türkçeye çevirirse hikayeleri herkes için daha iyi olur bence yinede teşekkürler tomford paylaşım için





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Cehaletle deha arasındaki gerçek fark nedir biliyor musunuz?
Dehanın sınırları var cehaletinse hiçbir sınırı yoktur.

ya işte öle bi kahraman olsa gerçekten hayırlı olur...ben başta o gazla girdim olaya ama ingilizcem iyi seviyede olmasına rağmen zor geldi...yani cümlelerin geilşleri filan direkt çevrimleri yok kendin uydurmak zorunda kalıyosun...falan filan işte bana zor geldi...bu arada gerçekten güzel hikayelerdir dewmı gelicak daha çok var....





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.....Heaven won't take me and hell's afraid I'll take over.....

Tom Ford demiş ki: 

ya işte öle bi kahraman olsa gerçekten hayırlı olur...ben başta o gazla girdim olaya ama ingilizcem iyi seviyede olmasına rağmen zor geldi...yani cümlelerin geilşleri filan direkt çevrimleri yok kendin uydurmak zorunda kalıyosun...falan filan işte bana zor geldi...bu arada gerçekten güzel hikayelerdir dewmı gelicak daha çok var....

umarım bir hayırsever türkçeye çevirir bu hikayeleri





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Cehaletle deha arasındaki gerçek fark nedir biliyor musunuz?
Dehanın sınırları var cehaletinse hiçbir sınırı yoktur.

bence harika hikayeler
ingilizcesi olana tavsiye ederim. özellikle şu amanda olayı harika





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hayal ettiğiniz sürece başaracaksınız

dewam...h-4

TRAMPLED INTO SERVING MY YOUNGER SISTERS FEET


This is a true story of a dysfunctional family.

I am the older brother of a cute sister who loved having her feet licked, sucked and sometimes washed clean by a strong and willing tongue.

I don't remember how it all started, but by the age of seventeen, I was licking my sisters’ feet almost every day, she was/is 4 years younger than I am, so she was 13 when this footlicking began. Back than she just loved getting her feet licked and she loved ordering me around when we were alone. Lucky me! I licked her feet very often at the time, because my reward for doing a good job was getting my face stepped on, as she was leaving for school the next morning (and that was were I did it for).

I would have to wait until she was ready to go and than I would walk down the stairs and lie down on the floor by the front door. This front door was directly in front of the stairs and it was not visible from any other room, except from the hallway. My sister would say goodbye to our mother, who was always in the kitchen as she left. (Our parents were divorced) Than she would walk through the corridor and she walked straight to me. Than she would quietly say "You did a good job last night" and with a big smile on her face, step up on my face with both feet. After standing for few seconds, would wipe her feet like you would on a mat. She would than grind her feet back and forth, keeping her balance while hanging onto the door. Sometimes, she would wear sexy two inch heels and would stand on the cheeks of my face, with just her heels digging in. Boy did that hurt!

This was wonderful for me. Mom would ask me how come I always had red pot marks on my face. I always lied and said I didn't know. My sister would always laugh at the question.

Even with all the pain, I was always begging her to step on me. She would always smile and say, I knew what I had to do if I wanted more.

I can remember on Sunday mornings, when Mom had left for church and we were the only two left in the house. I always lived towards these fantastic Sundays and I will never ever forget them. I would first brush my teeth and then quietly sneak into her room, and kneel at the foot of her bed. She would still be fast asleep on her stomach. I would raise the covers and carefully lift one of her feet into my hands. Then with my tongue fully extended, I started licking with the flat of my tongue, from toe to heel. My job was to wake her from her slumber in a most enjoyable way. I would sometimes lick for ten minutes, before she would open her eyes and smile.

"Hmmmmm, I like being woken this way," She would say.

I would stay in this position for as long as she needed. Sometimes I would go get her a cup of coffee, and while she sat in bed and enjoyed her coffee and cigarette (she smoked when Mom wasn’t around), I would continue to lick and suck her feet.

A few times,  if she was in the mood, I would have to beg if I could be allowed to crawl to the chair in the corner of her room and pick up the pair of socks that she wore the day before. I would than crawl back to her and hand her over the socks. She than told me to open my mouth and she wanted to hear my say something like “Please put your socks in my mouth” I did this with a little laugh, but with great excitement inside me. She than would smile a little, and she would stuff both her socks in my open mouth, laughing at the thing she saw in front of her. While I had her socks in my mouth my sister would smoke a cigarette or drink her coffee, or both. She sometimes even pushed her feet in my face until she was finished. This sock-thing happened about 3 or 4 times and I truly loved it.

Most of the time, the ritual was that after I had woke her up and she was satisfied with my footcleaning (the cleaning sometimes went on for 30 minutes!) Then it was on to the floor, as I helped my sister put on a pair of her sexy slippers.

My sister would always make sure to watch the clock, as we did not want our mother coming in from church and catching us, watching the clock to the last minute. Mom was always gone for one and a half hours, to the minute.

Then...I would lie on my back between her bedroom and the hallway, so my face was between the door. She, again would say I had done a great job, and with a smile, step up on my face. "Stick your tongue out, she would giggle," and then would run the sole of her slipper across my fully extended tongue. She kept doing this, laughing while I kept my tongue as far out as possible. She sometimes went on and on, I guess she just loved it too.

"Are they as good as my feet?" She would ask. Uhhuh, I would grunt. She would stand on me, again balancing onto the door (the open door of her bedroom) until we heard Mom's key in the door. Of course, she would not just stand there, but shift her weight back and forth. She would trample my body, but most of the time, she had at least one foot on my face. During this session she would stand on my forehead, my cheeks, my nose and very often on my mouth with one of her slippers. She loved standing on my mouth and she put all her wonderful weight on it. Because she was (and is) 4 years than I, I could handle the pressure. But because I loved it so much I didn’t care about the pain.

On these Sundays I always was got my face stepped on by the same slippers, I always licked the same slippers, those purple/pink slippers are marked into my memory for ever! Sometimes she would slip of her slippers and trample my body and my face with her bare feet. She would ran the sole of her bare foot over my stretched out tongue and giggle while doing it. One time, she stood with both her bare feet on my face. One on my nose and one on my mouth, but after 10 seconds she stepped off because she couldn’t balance herself…. Man, those were truly wonderful times!!

 As it is, I licked and sucked her feet for many years, in payment for a good trample.

Fifteen years have gone by and we have talked about what happened so long ago. Her memory doesn't/won't let her remember like I do. She is now content to be a mother of two and a respectable citizen. She says with a laugh, "Oh...we were
just kids!"

But I remember licking her feet and her slippers for hours, in order to get my face stepped on.

Boy...was I ever lucky!!!

An Older Brothers Weakness.

THE END.





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.....Heaven won't take me and hell's afraid I'll take over.....

dewam...h-5

DOMINATING A DWEEB


My name is Heather K., and I am happy to report that I have followed the direction that other Women (more experienced Women), have given to my generation. I currently own a pathetic slave of my own. He is my stepfather, or rather former stepfather, Richard. Believe it or not, this scrawny bald-headed "dweeb" used to be married to my Mother. That was old in itself because Mom was always an in-control type of a person. Traditional and old-fashioned, but in-control! The only possible qualities I could imagine she seen in him were his money and his ability to obey. They married 6 years ago when I was 14, but divorced last year. Since then, I have truly owned him, and I love treating him like the filth he is.

I wasn't too happy when Mom married the fool. Funny, I really didn't consider him a man at all ! He wasn't like my father. Richard was tall-about 6'3"-but he looked like a fugitive from a "Revenge of the Nerds!" flick. He looked older than 38 back then (he's now 43). His balding head, weak chin and sorry face made him look like the classic wimp. Nevertheless, Mom made me promise to try and get along with him, which I did, but only in front of her.

Back then I was only 14, but I should've figured him out! Richard was very successful and moderately wealthy (wealthy enough to hire a maid or a butler), but he insisted on getting everything done within the family. He volunteered to do the laundry, the cooking, the dishes and all the outside chores-not something a man with his own business usually does. My Mother was happy, thinking that he was just being a good husband, but I thought it was strange.

Richard was also always eager to help. At dinner once, when I wanted the salt and was about to get it from the kitchen, he leaped up. "Oh, I-I'll get it!" he muttered, and fetched it for me. Mom simply smiled, but I thought he was just a nerd. But these clues didn't mean much to me until I reached 16 and discovered Richard masturbating in the laundry room one Saturday morning. He had a pair of my dirty panties over his head and a pair of my soiled knee-hi nylons in his other hand and was pressing them to his nose.

I was shocked at first, but then just laughed as he stroked himself to climax. He didn't see me. I don't know why, but I had such a rush thinking about how turned-on a man could be by my underwear! It was a power rush-and it was especially exciting to me at only 16.

All of a sudden, the man that I couldn't stand for two years intrigued me. Rather than hide myself from him, I teased him to near cardiac arrest. When mom was busy with her own little antique shop on weekends, I made sure that Richard got an eyeful of the body he so desired. I began walking around the house in just my panties and a bra, or a cut off tee, or my bikini, or my leotard. He was a babbling idiot when I did this. I even convinced him to start exercising with me on weekend mornings. I would put on an exercise video (along with my sexiest, skimpiest leotard) and made sure that he was always behind me during the routine so that I could give him a face-full of my leotard-clad ass. It was really fun to tease him like this. To get my sweaty, leotard clad ass as close to his face seemed like a mission to me, and if my ass "accidentally" bumped his face or head during the exercise, I would pretend I didn't feel it.

Soon thereafter, Richard became enthusiastic about my morning aerobics. He would wake me up and say things like, "Heather? I'm ready for our workout." I just laughed to myself. "Yeah, you're just ready to gaze upon my ass !" I'd think to myself. We continued another 6 months before I made a discovery.

Richard and Mom went to the symphony one night and I snuck into his study. A couple of the huge desk drawers were locked, but I found the key. In them, I found dozens of magazines and papers about Female Domination and his journal. (Men are so ignorant ! They have diaries, but call them journals because they don't want to admit their sensitive side). Anyway, I read through them with a renewed interest. He had some stories and articles highlighted, and by these I figured out that he loved to be demoralized by Women. He loved insults, name-calling and had a foot-fetish. I went through his "journals" to confirm this.

The journals were especially interesting! In them, "I" must've been mentioned a hundred times. He wrote about how beautiful I was (I'm 5'4", 110 lbs.. with a 34B-22-33 figure, long blonde hair, and a pretty face, without even bragging), how much he loved living with me, and how he'd do anything-give anything-and pay anything just to worship my feet. My feet!? Of all things on my gorgeous body, he wanted my feet! "Hmmm"...I thought, "maybe I am more beautiful than I think?" I was anxious to see what I could get away with.

The next day was Saturday. As usual, I exercised my little ass in front of his stupid face. But, this time I purposely "let off wind" in his face 2 or 3 times. He didn't protest or say anything, and I simply smiled, pretending I wasn't aware of my little dirty deed. Richard would later tell me while he stammered like an idiot that he was honoured to accept my fart in his face. I looked at him and I saw he actually got himself aroused while he had said this to me!

By the time I finished high school, I had Richard so obsessed with me that it was driving him bonkers. Sometimes, I would come out of the bathroom in just a towel and paint my toe-nails right in front of him. By 18, I had him painting my toenails for me, and on my 19th birthday I had told him that I knew about his Female Domination fantasies and was going to tell my mother. The sap fell to my booted feet and begged me not to, and I blackmailed him for a new wardrobe and a used car.

I had already been dominating him for 6 months before my mother announced their divorce. I wasn't disappointed! Richard moved out into an apartment, and within a month bought a new home. That is when I arrived. I told him I was moving in. He was more than happy until I explained it was conditional based upon his obedience for the first month. He nodded in agreement, and I moved in temporarily.

That first test month was a blast! I bossed him around so badly it was hysterical! He ran around fetching things for me, cooked, and cleaned my panties by hand. I slapped him, whipped him, spit on him, kicked him and treated him like garbage-and he loved it so much that he thanked me! I loved it too, so much in fact, that I sometimes invited a couple of my dearest friends over to join in the fun! After dinner and wine (prepared by fool, of course), we made him massage out stockinged feet and lick our leather shoes clean. Dee, my Hispanic friend, was really into it. She wore ankle-high black boots and made him slurp them clean before she gave him fifty swift kicks in the ass with them Hee-Hee. I loved it! We made him smell and kiss our stinky nylon clad feet and spit into his mouth and face, and slapped him with a paddle repeatedly. I made Richard kiss ass one hundred times in front of my friends, I used his hand as an ashtray too. Finally my friends left. They didn't want to go because we were having so much fun humiliating the wimp, but it was getting late and I wanted to go to bed.

Things couldn't be better now! All I do is go to school 3 days a week and live like a queen. Richard does all the household chores, including my laundry and my homework. He pays for everything and worships the ground I walk on. The pathetic moron is my butler, my maid, and a foot wipe. His face has been thoroughly slapped by my hand, panty and shoe, and his ugly ass nearly beaten raw. I especially love spitting in his stupid face and mashing it with my stockinged feet!! He's an obedient puppy-dog slave.

Female Domination has always intrigued me. I know that we are Superior to men, and I abuse the privilege. Funny how a tiny girl, like me, can control such a big man so completely. I mean, my slave is more that a foot taller, twice my size and weight, and more than twice my age. Yet, I own him completely! He never disobeys because he knows that I'll beat his ass to a bloody pulp, and I enjoy threatening him with discipline too. I currently own a lot of cool outfits, a very nice car, 3 dozen pairs of shoes and lots of gold. Richard buys them all for me out of respect, which is what a lowly male SHOULD do! I live like royalty and have a man to kick around. What more could a girl ask for?

-xxx- Heather





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.....Heaven won't take me and hell's afraid I'll take over.....

dewam...h-6

TRUE SPITTING AND FOOTWORSHIP STORY!


Here is a true story that happened to me a while ago:

First of, my girlfriend knows I have a foot fetish, as well does all of her friends. Now a few months ago one of her friends, Sarah had a Girls party, in other words, there were only girls there. I was working until 8pm that night. Around 9pm I got a call from my girlfriend. She was at Sarah's house along with her friends, they were all drinking. They asked me to come over, so I stopped at the liquor store and got some rum. Anyways after being at the party for a while I soon became really drunk. We were all sitting around and we got on the topic of feet. BTW, all the girls there (6 of them) were barefoot. (It was in the middle of summer) Jokingly I said that if I had a camera I would take pictures of their feet. Then Sarah said "I got a camera downstairs, I'll go get it" And before you knew it, I was a photographer, taking pix of these beautiful feet. First my girlfriend, then Sarah, then Renee, then Michelle, then Heather and finally Megan. Then a few group pix. I was so drunk I didn't care, usually I am shy about my foot fetish, but this night I just didn't care at all. I should mention I also went out with Sarah before.

Anyway, I was rock hard from taking these pix, I mean there it was, 6 pairs of beautiful feet inches from my face as I was clicking away. My girlfriend was cool about it all, hell she was the ringleader. I untucked my shirt in fear of them seeing that I had a hard on. A while later I missed my chair when returning from the kitchen and fell right on the floor, And they all started laughing, When I tried to get up, my girlfriend pushed me back down with her foot. She pushed her foot against my forehead and I fell backwards. Then they started laughing again, before I knew it, I had all of them standing above me, poking at me with their feet. Now normally I could have gotten up, but I was so fucking drunk, I was disoriented. Sure enough as Renee pushed her foot at my stomach, she missed a few inches and hit something hard, Yeah my cock was rock hard.  "He's got a hard on" said Renee, "Oh this should be fun" Sarah said. Michelle and Heather were laughing like crazy. Megan was almost crying from laughing so hard. Then my g/f stuck her barefoot in my face and said "sniff it motherfucker", so I did. Once again they all laughed, I was starting to enjoy this, I love being humiliated by girls with sexy feet. "Sniff it harder" she said. "Sniff mine too" Megan said, as she smooshed her foot in my face. I couldn't take it, I was so aroused, just wanting to blow my load. Then My g/f spit in my face, she let a long drool land in my eye. This was so arousing, I couldn't help it, I was so turned on. Then before I knew it, Renee spit on me, Sarah spit on me, Michelle than took my chin between her hand, commencing me to open my mouth, and when I did, she hacked a big one in my mouth. After this, everyone took turns spitting in my open mouth. It was like they were having a contest who could spit the largest ball at once. I was overloaded with spit. They followed each other up quickly. I must have swallowed a spitball every 5 seconds! When it wasn’t Megan’s turn to spit, she kept rubbing her foot all over my chest. When it wasn’t Heather’s turn to spit in my mouth, she was smooshing her foot on my groin area. It was so hard, then as they were standing above me, me lying on the floor, looking up at them, all laughing and pointing and laughing some more, spitting all over me, I was covered in their
saliva, feet rubbing all over my body, I felt myself on the verge of an orgasm. I began to make strange noises, which made them laugh even more. It was out of control, I was covered with spit and feet and I was being totally humiliated by these 6 girls. Standing above me, pointing and laughing at me while I was sooo aroused. It was so intense, I couldn't see anything, my face was so full of spit and feet, it was blurry and dark and than I blew my load in my pants. So there I laid, all soaked in the girls saliva, wallowing in my own cum, girls standing above me laughing, my g\f just smiling, as if she had this planned all along. It was a night I won't ever forget. After I blew my load, all the six of them just looked at me (I didn’t know if they had saw me getting an orgasm), they looked at me, and about 5 seconds later my girlfriend all called everyone outside. Than went outside to smoke some pot and they left me there, drunk and horny as a motherf*cker… The strange thing is that whenever, we have another party, no one ever talks about it, like it didn't happen. No one else knows either. They never told anybody.

THE END.





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.....Heaven won't take me and hell's afraid I'll take over.....

dewam...h-7

SPITTED ON BY MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIEND


I begin telling this true story with regret, regret that I do not have her anymore. Her name was Sarah, she was 5'6, long light brown hair and a perfect body. I was going out with her for about a month, I was 16 at the time, and Sarah was 14 (she was a year and a half younger than me) She was simply gorgeous, I couldn’t help but wondering if I was good enough for her, but I had a huge crush on her since I met her and I was very happy that I somehow managed to become her boyfriend. Man, was she beautiful!

What is very relevant to say regarding this TRUE experience is that Sarah was very experimental sex-wise. I found out that she wanted to try almost everything. She once tied me to the bed and sprayed my body with candle wax, even though I told her not too. During that night she also whipped me with my belt a couple of times, again without my approval. But she loved doing it and she didn’t care for my opinion. I must say, while she did this I actually got very aroused. I wasn’t much of a fan of that kind of torture-games, even though it was just soft, but the way Sarah did it got me aroused anyway. She was pretty dominant by nature, but that was one of the things why I loved her so much, together with her unsurpassable beauty. She often ordered me around a little bit, telling me to get her things, for example she ordered me to make her a sandwich, to get her a drink etc. etc. She didn’t ask me these things, she almost commanded me. I, being submissive to girls by nature, practically always did as she ordered, getting aroused by it in the process.

When we came home drunk from a night out, I often though about it asking her if I could be her slave for the night, doing everything she pleased, but I never dared to ask. I think Sarah would have said yes to it, but I just didn’t dare to lower myself that much in front of her. When I had the chance, I always secretly smelled the inside of her shoes when she wasn’t around, and I smelled and licked the socks and the nylons that she had been wearing very often. The biggest fetish I had though, was the dream of being spitted on by her, when we were kissing, I also often thought about asking her to spit in my mouth, but again, I didn’t have the courage.

Sarah was still a little childish in some situations, she had a more childish kind of humour, she liked the kind of music where 14-year olds listen to, and she watched completely other TV-shows and stuff. Sometimes that bothered me a little, but because of the fact that she was sooo incredibly gorgeous, and on top of that, was pretty dominant, I took it for granted. After all, it was also her childish behaviour that got me aroused many times: A couple of times when Sarah would lie on the couch in front of the TV, I asked her to move a little so I could join her on the couch. This was the only couch in the room that had a view to the TV, there was another couch but you couldn’t watch TV from there (there were also no chairs around) When I asked her to move, Sarah would often say: “No, you have to sit on the floor” I would tell her to move, but she just said something like: “I want to lay on the couch, go sit on the floor!” I sometimes pushed her a little bit aside so I could sit there anyway, but sometimes my submissive side showed up, and I simply complied to her and sat on the floor, while this young babe relaxed on the sofa. On top of that (when I sat on the floor on the foot-end of the couch like this) she often pressed her socked, nyloned or bare feet against the side of my face, resting them on my face and sometimes touching or covering my mouth with them for a couple of seconds (than she would remove them again). I loved this, and I never moved my face when she did this. She must have thought I just didn’t mind it, but I actually loved it!

I could mention a few other situations where you could conclude from that Sarah was pretty dominant and loved to order me around, but instead I will now go to the actual story, because that’s where it’s all about!

One day, Sarah’s parents went to do some groceries together with her little sister and we were outside in the back yard of her parent’s house. I started mowing the small piece of lawn because her parents asked me to, and she was standing in the window opening above me eating an apple. She called me: "Joe, come here for a second" I turned off the lawn mower and headed her way. I stopped and looked up at her, she was about 1,5 metres above my head. I than said "What is it?" The next thing I know she had a mouthful of her beautiful spit and chewed up apples, it was heading my way and then smack, the spit and apple combo landed right in my face, under my eye and drifted towards my mouth. She broke out laughing and looked down at me very sexy. I got aroused instantly. How did she know I had a spit fetish? Did she know? I didn't tell her I did. Maybe she didn't know and was just goofing around.

Anyways, I didn't leave; I still stood there, mesmerized by her divine spit and the face that a small amount of this spit was now slowly oozing into my mouth! I had a huge hard-on by now! Sarah probably didn’t see that I now tasted her spit, but she also didn’t apologize for spitting in my face.

I looked up and I saw Sarah laughing down at me and while she was laughing, she took another bite from the apple and started to chew on it. She chewed on it about 8 to 10 times while I still stood in place. I tasted the spit that had entered my mouth and decided to swallow it, with my dick straight up in the air. Sarah smiled at the look of my face with her spit on while she chewed on the bite of the apple she took. Than she positioned her face above mine again, and she dropped a spitball with apple-parts down at me for the second time! She must have thought that I would now move away, but surprisingly to her (and also to myself) I kept standing exactly under her, hoping her spit would hit my face again…. And it did!! Her second spitball with apple parts landed on my other cheek. It drifted down my cheek and my dick got even harder.

Sarah now laughed like crazy, and while she looked down on me, she saw I hadn’t moved an inch since her first spitball. I just kept looking up at her, admiring what she was doing to me, and hoping she would keep doing this. I didn’t say a word, I just looked up at her and loved every second of this.

After she spat for the second time, I was so aroused, I nearly wanted to ask her to keep spitting down on me like this. But than, Sarah suddenly said in a provocative tone: “What the hell! Do you have a hard-on Joe?” Oh No!! I thought, now she must know I love her spit. Embarrassed by this, I turned around and walked away from beneath the window. I had never felt so humiliated! But indeed, I loved how this gorgeous girl talked to me and I loved even more what she had just done to me, she really was a dominant teenager. I had never been spitted on in my entire life, although it had been a fantasy of mine for a long time. Now I didn’t only just get spitted on, but I got spitted on by my own girlfriend, who I had been dreaming to get spit on almost every night!! I actually had wet dreams in where she would spit on me, and in my mouth, while she was actually lying next to me in my bed!!

I now continued mowing the lawn; it was hard to see with her spit and chewed up apples in my eyes! I looked down at my pants and I saw that my hard-on was in fact clearly visible. I had no shirt on and just a swimming short and you could see my dick standing in the air. I thought about how I had humiliated myself by letting Sarah spit on me like this, and letting her know about the huge spitfetish I had. I wondered how this degrading act would change my relationship with her…. But just about a minute later my thinking got interrupted…..

….I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to see who it was, before I could tell I felt a big gob of spit in my face again. I didn’t know what to do, so I just looked at her, or at least I tried to, because I couldn’t see very good, because my face was covered with her spit pretty well. While her third spitball drifted over my mouth and nose, and the apple parts fell off my face, Sarah looked at me pretty seriously and than said: “You like this?” I didn’t know what to answer, so I again just stood there and said nothing. Than Sarah suddenly grabbed my hard-on with her right hand and said:
"You’re pathetic, you get off on my spit?"
  
She now squeezed my dick with her right hand, while it was still in my pants and while she kept holding her apple in her left hand. She had me in total control, and I was in total ecstasy; I couldn’t help but thinking that this was all a dream again….but the spit on my face and the pain in my balls told me it was all 100% real. While Sarah squeezed my balls she asked: "What's the matter with you?"

I was now incredibly aroused…by body was shaking a little bit of all the sexual excitement I was feeling. Sarah now squeezed my balls even a little harder, while ordering in her known dominant voice: “Get down on the grass!”

I kneeled down on the grass, mostly to get rid of the pain in my balls, but also very interested in what Sarah was going to do now. While I kneeled on the grass, Sarah pushed my body flat on the grass by pushing her bare foot (she was barefoot) on my stomach. I fell on the ground, lying totally flat on the floor. Sarah now quickly sat down on my stomach and said while having a sexy grin on her face: "You are so pathetic, lying here in my backyard having a hard-on because I spit on you?" I just looked at her, in total humiliation of what I let her do to me.

"You want some more? More of my spit?" she asked. I just shook my head yes. Then she bit the last part from the apple and chewed on the last bite about half a dozen of times and leaned over me. She now dropped another ball of mixture of appleparts and saliva onto my face. And immediately after the appleparts where out of her mouth and on to my face, she spat a ball of her pure saliva onto my face, and it landed directly in my left eye. I couldn’t see anything through this eye now, so I kept this eye close, and tried to look throught my right eye. I succeeded in that, and I could see my gorgeous girlfriend pretty clear now. After she spitted on me like this, she laughed out loud and said: “You look ridiculous”

I just didn’t care…I wasn’t far away from coming now. Sarah threw her apple about 5 metres away from her,  and looked down at me again. I was still overflown with her spit and I could only look through my left eye, which was also covered in some of her priceless saliva.

About 10 seconds after this spitball, Sarah stopped laughing for a second and said to me: “Ready for another one?” I chook my head, approving her to keep her precious white fluid coming. Than she suddenly said: “Well, than open your mouth!” I couldn’t believe what she was going to do with me! But I had to believe it, because I already heard her collecting her divine spit. I greedily opened my mouth wide and waiting for Sarah to collect enough of her spittle. About 10 to 15 seconds later, I saw from the through my right eye (which still had a reasonable view despite the amount of spit that had covered it) that she was ready to drop her first amount of pure spit in my mouth. I even opened up my mouth even wider, and tried to see more through my eyes covered in her spit. and I waited for my gift. All I could see clearly were Sarah’s lips and her spit, but that was enough for me. In knew how pretty my 14-year-old girlfriend was and it multiplied my sexual arousal and my excitement of the humiliation by a hundred!!

I looked up at her, and than I saw her leaning over my mouth and opening her mouth. Her long light brown hair touched my neck and the side of my cheeks and I also saw that the stream of spit kinda oozed from her lips. And not even a second later I already felt the first part of her spit touching my tongue. Sarah’s spit had an apple-y taste (of course because of her eating an apple seconds ago) and it was sooo humiliating and unbelievably arousing for me that I don’t know where to start to explain this to you people. You can’t know where I’m talking about, unless you have ever been spit in your mouth by such a hot young babe like I have been.

I was in heaven now, I was tasting a large amount of the pure saliva of my own girlfriend on my tongue. I looked up at Sarah, while I had never been so aroused in my life…. It was indescribable for me. I noticed Sarah had a huge smile on her face, she apparently loved doing this to me. I couldn't restrain myself, anymore, and while I swallowed Sarah’s delicious spit, I came right there, on the grass, in an earth-shattering orgasm…the best I had ever had! I even maid strong noised while I came….it made Sarah laugh at me…. She really had discovered my fetish now. I saw her looking down at me, mocking my complete degradation in front of her.

However, Sarah had fun in spitting on me, and she just kept sitting on my stomach after I had filled up my pants. She also just kept spitting on me… and I clearly didn’t want her to stop also. With my dick straight up, and while I still enjoyed the after-feeling of the best orgasm ever, Sarah continued spitting. She said to me: “Keep your mouth open Joe!” It was more an order…. But of course I complied. For some moments I kept thinking: ‘what is her parents get home?’…but after a while my extreme arousal swept away this thought.

Sarah now again collected spit in her mouth, and I looked at her with my visible eye…god she was gorgeous….god she was dominant!! About 20 seconds later Sarah spat in my mouth again. And I groaned from arousal when her precious saliva touched my tongue again. While I kept making noises, Sarah kept calling me names, like “Loser!” and “Pathetic freak”…but she loved doing it…and I loved how she humiliated me. For now, I just didn’t think how this would affect our relationship, I just though about getting as much of her spit in my mouth as possible, and getting as aroused as I had never felt before.

In the next two minutes, Sarah kept spitting and spitting, all of her spits were oozed into my mouth. Each time she spit in my face, I was making more and more strange noises and Sarah would just laugh at this, while humiliating me verbally even deeper.

Then, when she had spit in my mouth for about 5 times, she really started spitting, I'm talking about strong forceful spits. Although I had my mouth open as far as possible, Sarah would push my mouth open even wider with her hands, and she would spit hard into my mouth, her spit would already touch the back of my throat the moment it entered my mouth.

After doing this a couple of times (taking time to collect new spit after every spitball Sarah forcefully spitted deep into my mouth) she closed my nose with her hands. I still had my mouth wide open, but Sarah ordered (almost yelled): “Stick out your tongue!!” I stuck out my tongue, and I saw her collecting spit again. She looked at me and ordered: “Keep your tongue wide out!” … I had to keep my tongue out like this for about 20 to 30 seconds. After this, when Sarah decided she had collected enough of her saliva, she lowered her pretty face very close to my tongue, and she spitted a big ball of delicious saliva on my stretched tongue from about 10 centimetres away! While she spitted like this, her long light brown hair touched my cheeks more than it did all the previous she spitted into my mouth.

After she did this, I closed my mouth after the spitball oozed directly on my tongue, pulling my tongue back into my mouth. The moment this pure ball of saliva entered my mouth, and I looked up to my girlfriend, who was laughing at my ridiculous degredation, I actually had another small orgasm, feeling quite as good as the first one.

The moment I had swallowed this spitball Sarah looked down at me, seeing my intense arousal and my second orgasm. While she looked down at me, she smiled… and than I saw and heard Sarah clearing her throat, now really collecting saliva from her throat. She would probably get some snot now too. I looked up at her…admiring her beauty and her dominant appearance, while I got aroused of the thing she was doing.

She didn’t look at me while she was collecting spit and snot together. After about 10 seconds she did look back down at me. I greedily opened my mouth again and I was ready for this too. Normally I didn’t like the fact of drinking snot, but because I was already drinking spit, and feeling so over the top aroused by it…. I figured I was ready for this too!

She lowered her face to mine maybe already for the twentieth time (who’s counting?) and I saw her mouth open again. I didn’t saw a white fluid, but a thick green fluid coming out of her mouth, sliding directly into my open mouth. I looked and also felt a little thicker than the previous spitballs, and when it touched my tongue, it clearly also tasted a little different. I tasted a good amount of snot in my mouth. I looked up at her perfect young face and she looked seductively down at me… while ordering: “Swallow it!”

Of course I did this, and it tasted not that good…I clearly tasted some gooey snot. But this was even more humiliating than the normal spit, so I actually even got aroused by the fact that I had just swallowed my girlfriend’s pure snot!!

She kept sitting on me like this, and she was already collecting some new snot…but than suddenly we heard the car from her parents driving up the drive way. She quickly got off me and said: “The game’s over Joe” She walked back into the house on her bare feet, without looking back at me anymore. I quickly stood up from the grass too, and wiped my face clean with my t-shirt that I had dropped in the corner of the backyard. Than I quickly put this t-shirt back on, covering up the mess in my pants.

About two minutes later, Sarah’s mom entered the backyard through the door of the garage, with Sarah’s dad following with the groceries and Sarah sister with an icecream. I had turned the lawnmower back on and acted like nothing happened. I continued to mow the lawn, and I greeted her parents and Sarah’s little sister (named Jenny…short for Jennifer). About 10 minutes later I had finished doing this (It was a just about 3 square metres of grass) and Sarah hadn’t come back to me to check me out or something. I felt very very embarrassed and I didn’t dare to walk back into the house to see Sarah again…I felt very humiliated…but I actually still felt aroused by the amazing thing that had just happened.

Than I saw Sarah’s mom standing in the same window opening where Sarah had been spitting on me about half an hour ago, so I told her that I needed to head back home. She said: “I though you were staying for dinner?”… I than answered than I didn’t feel well. She said okay and she yelled to Sarah than I was heading home. Than her mom walked away from the window and Sarah appeared. I looked up at her and she smiled a little, as if she wanted to say: ‘Man, you are really pathetic’ I realized that her mom had walked to another room.

Sarah didn’t say anything though, she just looked at me with her destroying deep brown eyes and kept laughing down at me. I was soo embarrassed right now…and I actually didn’t know what to say… after about 5 seconds I said something like: “I’m going home know if that’s okay with you” She looked down at me and said: “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow than” I answered okay and when I walked towards the garage door, Sarah said: “Hey Joe!” … I looked back up to her, and watched how she slowly dropped a ball of her pure spit on the stone ground underneath the open window she was standing in. I closely watched her doing this, looking at her perfect mouth and the rest of her divine face, I got stiff again, and Sarah said seductively with a sexy voice: “Get that one off the ground before you go will ya!!”

After this hot sentence she walked away from the window, and I kept looking at that window for another 20 seconds, but she didn’t come back anymore. Than I watched through another window, inside the house and I saw her dad and her little sister sitting on the couch watching TV. Than I looked at the spitball that had landed on the stone ground. I quickly bowed down, pushed my finger through the spit, picking up as much spit as possible and walked through the garage-door. I closed the door and than I quickly licked all the spit off my finger. WOW! It was awesome!  

We never ever talked about this spitting-thing anymore. I just didn’t dare to bring it up again because I was too ashamed. She broke up with me about two weeks later; she said it was because she didn’t love me anymore. I saw her again a couple times in the next two years, because we had a couple of the same friends, and when they threw a party, we both were there. We would talk a minute or so…but that was it. Now she's gone, I haven't seen her in 7 years, I only have these memories of her.

You see this was the major advantage that I had a girlfriend at the time who was younger than me, and a little childish and pretty dominant at the time. Sarah looked at this spitting-thing as one of her games. She liked being in control and she loved doing crazy things. She did think I was pathetic that I liked this, but she continued doing it anyway. I don’t believe that a non-dominant 18 or 19 year-old would have kept spitting on me like this, they would just call me a freak and run off. Even a dominant 18 or 19 year old teenager would not easily play this as far as Sarah did.

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.....Heaven won't take me and hell's afraid I'll take over.....

dewam...h-8


FOOTSLAVE OF 15 YEAR-OLD GIRLS


A few years back I was looking for a place to live.  I read the newspapers and called a couple of places.  I spoke with a woman at one place who had a room for rent in her new townhouse.  Since the rent was in my price range, I arranged a meeting with her.  When I arrived, her young daughter, Patricia opened the door, and she gave me the cooks tour, showing me all of the facilities and the room that was available.  I was 23 and she was a very attractive 15 year-old.  She was tall, dark haired, and had a gorgeous body, and a very pretty face. While she showed me the house, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. Damn, she was gorgeous! I couldn't help staring at her fantastic ass, her well-formed breasts, but especially at her feet, which were covered in white lacy socks! I told this young girl that she could tell her mom that I would take the place and asked when I could move in.  I moved in the following week. After a few weeks, me and her beautiful daughter got to get to know each other and started getting along fairly well.  Patricia's mother had two jobs, and worked very hard, so she wasn't home very much. We would watch TV in the living room in the evenings and I would do my share of things around the house.  One day, this young girl was wearing cut-off shorts, a t-shirt, and some sandals because it was so hot. The month was July.  That evening when we were watching some tube, Patricia mentioned that her ankle was stiff and hurting her.  I asked if it would help if I massaged it.  She said yes only if I wouldn't mind.  Being a submissive and a foot fetishist, I quickly agreed.  I had had only one other 'close' encounter with feet in my life, so I was excited.  During the next 15 minutes, I massaged her ankle and foot.  After some time, the gorgeous Patricia lifted her other foot onto my lap because it was probably more comfortable for her.  That foot still had the other sandal on it.  I made a comment that it looked pretty ridiculous that one foot had a sandal on and the other didn't.  She snapped, "So take it off!"  I did and she asked me to massage that foot too.  I gladly obliged.  That was the start of my relationship with Patricia's feet.  I had hopes that it would go a lot further where her feet would be in my face and not just in my hands. I had agreed a few days prior to take a look at the brakes on her mothers car the following day.  I jokingly commented that if I had to go out there for her mom, and get dirty, then at least she (I mean: The 15-year old beauty!) should be out there too. I mentioned that Patricia should wear some older clothes, and specifically hinted at old sneakers so they wouldn't get messed up. Since her mom took the bus to go to work, I was all alone with her gorgeous teenage daughter again. I don't recall exactly what transpired, but while I was laying on the ground looking at the brakes, I made some comment to this young girl as she was standing over me and watching.  She put her foot on my stomach and left it there for a few minutes.  I can remember the feeling of excitement in my gut and also the pulsing in my groin.  I had wanted for so long to be under some woman's feet, and only now had I realized what it was like.  When we got inside, I asked her if she wanted some ice tea and went to get it.  She was already sitting on the sofa where she always sat.  She had just taken off her shoes and was rubbing her feet on the carpet to get the bits off of them.  I quickly asked Patricia if she wanted a massage.  I didn't want to miss the opportunity to touch her feet after she had been out in that heat and wearing those old sneakers with no socks.  She said, "Sure, if you didn't mind a little dirt. My feet are all dirty and sweaty from being in these old tennis shoes."  Of course I didn't mind, in fact I preferred them that way, but I didn't tell her that.  She put her feet in my lap and I massaged them for a long time. While I was doing it, I continually kept licking my thumb to provide a bit of lubricant so I wouldn't chafe her soles.  I knew she noticed that I was rubbing her foot with my thumb, licking the same thumb that had been touching her dirty foot, and then rubbing her foot again with it.  What I was really doing was trying to taste the sweat and dirt from her feet! For the next couple of weeks I massaged Patricia's feet every chance I could get.  I kept trying to get them closer to my face without being too obvious that that’s what I was trying to do. In fact, it was a real awkward position for me, since I was a huge foot fetishist, and because I was aroused by the sexy feet of this sexy 15 year old girl, who was 8 years younger than I. One night when I had to leave for work, I was massaging her feet and had her foot was just inches from my face.  Sometimes Patricia would put her other foot on my shoulder, and sometimes she would even let it touch my head.  I said that I had to get ready for work, and just as I was getting up, I kissed the bottom of her foot.  She didn't say anything, but looked at me in a different light.  My dick was throbbing and I wanted so badly to have her feet in my face, to smell their stench, and lick the dirt and toe cheese from them.  I just didn't know how to tell her.  I figured that it would just happen.  A few days later I was again massaging her feet. I must have felt pretty confident because I put one to my face and started to lick it.  Patricia immediately pulled it away.  I asked, "What's wrong?"  She said that it excited her when someone licked her feet.  I was curious to find out if I was the first one to do that to her.  I wasn't.  I instantaneously put it back to my face and started to lick it even more intensely, but in a joking manner!  She got pretty excited and I was even more excited. She was so gorgeous, and she was only 15! I just found out that I hadn't been the first one who had discovered her obvious beauty, and submitted themselves at her young little feet! I started opening up to her and asking her to wear her sneakers more often, which she did.  I liked to massage her feet more when she wore those because they made her feet really stinky and sweaty.  I once asked her if she thought I was weird and she said no, that we were both getting something out of this.  She got massages, and I got to lick the sweat from her feet and smell their stinky odour. I said that she shouldn't tell her mom that I licked her gorgeous feet, and she said that she would only tell her mom when I would stop worshipping her feet.  When I had to leave for a few hours one evening, I told her I would be back shortly and asked her not to take off her shoes until I could do it for her.  Surprisingly when I returned, she was still wearing her old sneakers!  I sat down on the sofa and Patricia put her feet right in my lap and she said, "Get going. I kept these things on all this time for you, and now you're going to have to put up with the smell."  I took off one of her shoes and put it to my face and inhaled deeply.  She just looked at me and sighed.

I was doing some sit-ups in the living room one day and she came by and put her foot on my face, rubbed it around a little and wiggled her toes on my nose, laughing at my condescendingly.  That gave me an idea.  I started saying that my back was hurting and it sometimes helped if someone would walk on my stomach.  Patricia didn't have a problem with that.  Once she got to where she was standing on me, and I'd had enough, she would say that she liked having me underfoot and didn't want to get off.  Before she stepped up onto me, she would always ask me if I wanted her to take off her shoes or to leave them on.  It never mattered to me.  After a few times, she started to stand on my chest, at my invitation.  I asked her if she would stand on my face once and she said (and I quote), "No problem, just let me know when you want me to get off, and maybe I will!"  This time, she was wearing my favourite sneakers and she put one on my face.  She hesitated, and left it there but didn't put any weight on it.  She told me to undo the laces.  When I did, she slipped her foot out of it and immediately placed it on my face, with the bottoms of her toes right on my nose.  It was warm, sweaty, moist, and very stinky.  She mocked me (which I loved), saying that she liked to see my face under her foot and thought that it must be gross to HAVE to smell her stinky foot just after she had taken her shoe off.  She noted some of the sensations she was feeling with her foot fresh out of her shoe and standing on my face.  She noticed how easily it slid around as she rubbed it all over my face, and this was probably due to all the sweat on it.  She could also feel the bits of foot dirt between her sole and my face as she smeared her foot on my face.  She commented that I must be dying under all that stink, and as unthinkable as it was to her, she kept her foot right on my face, rubbing the smell off of her foot and onto my nose, lips, cheeks and face.  She stressed the HAVE TO because she said that while I was laying on the floor with her standing on my chest or face, I HAD to do whatever she wanted.  It made her feel powerful to be able to make me do things that are completely unthinkable to her.  I loved it and she loved doing it. I started to get a bit more bold after that.  I asked Patricia if she could humiliate me in front of some of her female teenage friends.  She didn't understand why, but still she asked me what I wanted her to do.  I gave her a scenario where I was her foot slave (here she interjected 'you ARE my foot slave') and that I would do anything she wanted to her feet.  I asked Patricia to boss me around and MAKE me smell her feet, lick them, and massage them in front of her teenage friends.  She said she'd have to think about that.  She said that her friends would then want me under their feet, and that would mean less time under hers, and that was not acceptable!  A couple of weeks later two of her female friends (one of them 16, and the other one the same age as Patricia:15) came in after they had dropped her off.  They all had just gone to a local spa and worked out.  Patricia was wearing her (and my favourite) old sneakers.  They all sat in the living room and chatted.  After a few minutes Pat called to me by saying, "Karl, come in here. I want you to massage my feet. They're killing me after this workout."  Both of her teenage friends looked at her with amazed looks thinking "...who the hell are you to be bossing a much older guy around like that..."  I came in and sat on the sofa where I usually sat when I gave her massages, but she told me to sit on the floor in front of her.  I did, and that also put me right in front of the loveseat where both of her friends were sitting too!  She put both of her shoed feet in my lap.  As I lifted up one foot to remove her shoe, she said to her friends, "Watch this."  As soon as I took off her shoe, she put her foot up to my face and pressed it against my face, twisting it and rubbing it all over my nose and mouth.  She mocked my by telling me to breathe in the stink and sweat and by saying how awful it must smell.  Her friends just watched in amazement, making comments to the effect that I didn't have to take that and telling the 15 year old Patricia to stop.  Pat went on to explain to her friends that I was her foot slave and that I would do anything she told me to do.  She said again, "Watch."  She told me to stick out my tongue, and when I did, she dragged her foot across my tongue from heel to toe, stopping at the toes so that she could cram them into my mouth.  Her friends watched in disbelief.  They continued to talk and I continued to lick and smell the stench of Pat's feet.  Finally one of her friends asked if she could get me to lick, suck, and massage her feet too.  Pat said of course, and told me to lie down backwards on the floor.  I was already in front of the loveseat, so I just laid back and both her young friends put their feet on me, one on my stomach, and the other high on my chest.  Pat told the one who had her feet on my chest to put them in my face, but she declined because she still had her sneakers on.  Pat said not to worry about it and came over and stepped onto my face and just stood there for a few minutes while she told them how durable I was and that I was a slave and that they could do anything they wanted to do to me.  When Pat stepped off of my face, her friend put her feet on my face and I started to take off her shoes.  She was wearing expensive canvas sneakers-loafers with no laces and without socks.  I couldn't wait to get her feet in my face.  She rested her feet on my face and just rubbed them all over it and said how great this was. She asked where Pat had found an old wimp like me and how I could put up with all of this abuse by these young girls.  She mentioned that sometimes, especially when she wears these canvas sneakers, how stinky her feet smell.  When she takes off her shoes, she has to put them on the steps outside.  She couldn't understand how gross her feet must have smelled when they were actually touching my face, yet she continued to smear them around on my face.  When she stopped, I took one of her feet and started to lick its sole, the toes, in-between the toes and she was obviously enjoying it.  The other girlfriend of Patricia still had her feet on my stomach and was just watching.  She noticed that I had a hard on and mentioned it to the others.  They all mocked me more for being a freak and getting turned on by their stinky young feet.  After a while, I did the other friend's feet with my tongue and they all just talked, occasionally throwing in a mock at me.  When they were about to leave, one of Pat's girlfriends told me, almost ordered me to put her shoes back on.  When I did, she stepped up onto my stomach, then my chest, and put a foot on my face.  When she put some weight on my face, she looked down at me and said "I'm going to come back with some heels and do this soon.  We'll see if you get so turned on by that." When they had left, Pat came over to me and asked how she did.  I told her fine and that I loved it.  And I loved doing it for them.  When I started to get up, she put her foot in my face and pushed it down to the floor and said "Not so fast, I want some more.  Besides, I think there is still some dirt and sweat that you missed from my feet." She had put her sneakers back on and of course there was more sweat and more bits to clean from her feet.  While I was licking her feet, she asked me what turned me on about her and her friends feet.  I told her it was the smell and the taste, but most of all it was the feeling of serving a woman and being subservient.  I thought that the best way to do that was to be underfoot of a girl who was younger than myself. She told me not to mind her girlfriend and her threat of high-heels.  She was a bitch anyway.  She did say that her friends had loved the stay and can't wait to do it again.  Pat noticed that I still had a hard on.  She jokingly told me that she wanted to watch me jerk off with her feet in my face, but somehow I didn’t act on this and the opportunity went by.  A couple of weeks went by and I continued to massage Pat's feet with my mouth as usual, whenever her mom was out the house working.  One day there was a knock at the door and when I opened it, there was one of her girlfriends.  She was on her way home from school (this was the girlfriend of Patricia who was also 15 years old, her name was Alice, and she was an already full-grown built, nice-figured and well-tanned teenager ) and said that she didn't come to see Pat, but came to see me...underneath her feet!  Alice was wearing a nice skirt and a blouse, with medium-high heels.  As we walked into the living room, she asked me if I was game and if I was, to lay on the floor.  I did and she immediately stepped up onto my stomach, not being particularly careful with her heels.  I was looking up at this 15 year old beauty, and up her skirt and she noticed.  She said "Here's a better view for you."  With that she put one of her heels to my lips and forced it into my mouth and put the ball of her foot on the bridge of my nose and then stepped onto my face with all of her weight.  Alice stayed there only for a few seconds and then went back to standing on my chest.  She kicked off one of her shoes and put her foot on my face.  She was wearing nylons and they were very moist and sweaty.  She told me not to lick.  Alice just wanted to watch and listen to me smell her stinky feet and filter my air through her toes and nylons.  Alice insulted me saying that she could feel the air run between her toes as I breathed in the stink.  She noted that she had been wearing these nylons for two days and wanted them to be especially stinky for me.  She said, "I wanted this to be as unpleasant as I could make it for you.  It's not often I get a chance to have a much older man for a slave, at my feet and willing to do anything I say."  After I dried her other foot by inhaling the smell from it, she stepped off of me and sat on the sofa.  I crawled over there and sat in front of her and massaged and licked her feet for quite a while.  She noticed that Pat was going to be home soon, instructed me to tell no one of this visit or else, and left.  I told no one. And I kept serving as Patricia's and as Alice's foot slave separately, and together, for another two months. I served as their loyal footstool, foot licker and socksmeller, and I loved every second of it, cause they were so young and so extremely beautiful. Unfortunately I have never seen the 16-year old girl anymore after my first meeting with the three of them. But I was very happy serving those sexy 15-year-olds. Once I really gotten into my position as their lowly foot slave, they started to ask me money for it. They asked money to let me lick their feet clean, serve as their footstool, suck their toes, smell their socks, everything had a price now. At first they charged 10 dollars each, when I wanted to be their foot slave for an hour. But later, when they knew that I would pay every price to be their foot slave, they started to ask me big money for it (they doubled the price almost every day: the last days I paid both Alice and Patricia 50 dollars for fifteen minutes!!!!) They sabotaged me, by saying that if I would pay them this, they would tell Patricia's mom what a sick pervert I was, and she would kick me out of my rent-room. And of course I paid, because I couldn't live without my daily humiliation at the feet of these 15-year-old gorgeous teenagers. But then, they raised the price again, and they both asked 100 dollars for fifteen minutes. They knew I couldn't afford that, but they didn't care! I said I couldn't pay it, and they told Patricia's mom. She of course kicked me out of the house. At this time, I really regret that I didn't pay that prize. Cause I haven't licked any feet, or smelled any socks from that time. And back then, it was worth every cent.

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.....Heaven won't take me and hell's afraid I'll take over.....

dewam h-9

PERSONAL SERVANT

My sister is 2 years younger, she is very beautiful girl and even when she was 15 she did some modelling work for some agencies. Once when she was 13 and I 15 I asked her for a joke if she want a foot rub and she said yes, so after that I gave her massages and foot rubs almost every day. even at the age of 15 she was real knock out, tall, brunette, long legs, and very nice feet, well shaped, with long beautiful toes. She is not a dominant type of person (but she liked foot rubs)and she didn't t liked taking advantage of me so I was always offering myself to do the things for her to seem good brother or for a joke, but I liked serving her. I used to give her massages, foot rubs, pedicures, do her room and stuff like that, but any time I wanted to cross the line of dominating she was getting embarrassed and she was stopping the game. Anyway, once when I was 17 and she was 15,that day she was really upset for some reason and when I was back from school she came to me and told me to give her massage with a command voice. I noticed that she was nervous so I immediately said OK. She told me to wait her in her room while she was getting a shower. I did just like she told me and as it was really hot I took off my clothes and awaited her just in my boxers. I was really turned on by the situation so I kneeled by her bed and I was thinking that is strange for her to act that way because she was always nice with everybody(me included).So she enters the room with just a towel wrapped on her and she lay on her belly on her bed. Then she took a magazine from the table near the bed and ordered me to start with an arrogant voice. I ask : "Do you want me to put a pillow under your feet?"(I always do that but I wanted to hear it from her) she said : yes. Then she just start to read. I began massaging her, while being still on my knees. At one point when I was massaging her legs the phone rang. The phone was situated by the foot of the bed , I answered it, it was her friend Tina, so I give the phone to Barbara (that is my sisters name), and she tells me to go out and to wait in front of the room while she talks to her friend. I couldn't believe she told this. I, her older brother, just like her servant had to go out of her room!?

I was so turned on that I crawled on all fours out. She didn't say anything, but usually she didn't like to see me act so humiliating. I was in front of her room , but I took a look inside and I saw from her ass down, one foot on the leather pillow, and other foot she was playing with the phone wire with her toes. When she finished, she called me and I immediately continued to massage her gorgeous foot while she continued to read the magazine, not paying attention to me. I massaged her toes one by one and asked her if she liked it , and she was actually giving me orders like :other foot now, do my toes again. Without please, just like a spoiled child. After some time she fell asleep and I was so turned on that I kneeled by her feet on the pillow and I licked her soles like a real slave, I licked between each toe and sucked her big toe like it was best candy in the world. It really tasted great. She had silver painted toenails I personally had painted. It was a really great experience and later I found out that she was nervous that day because she had important casting and she was nervous about that.
This is 100% true story, it was my first total foot experience. please, if anyone want to give comments or talk about foot worship experiences,
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PART 2
This is a part 2 of my first story but it is just the base of the story that is true, other is just my fantasy. This happened when I was 18 and Barbara (my sister) was 16. Barbara called her friend Sandra to come over to our house for a weekend. It was Saturday evening and my parents were out until Sunday afternoon. Sandra is red haired girl with cute face, not very tall, green eyes, average body and nice feet but not well taken cared like Barbara's that I personally take care of. I was out all evening and I didn't knew Sandra was going to come and I returned unexpectedly early. The reason why I didn't like Sandra in our house is because a week earlier when I was in one club with my friends I met here there and she was coming on to me and as she was little drunk and I already had a girl I refused her and she was very mad about that so later I tried to avoid her.
Anyway, that night as I entered the house I saw Barbara and Sandra on the couch in the living room with all the room in mess, bottles of my dad's champagne on the table, they were smoking and they were giggling watching TV. They were wearing just T-shirts and panties and they were of course barefooted. They called me to join them, they were pretty arrogant, but as I was tired and little bit shocked by the fact they drink I said I wanted to go sleep. Then Barbara said: "But look what I got here" she had some papers in her hand. I figure out that she had some foot stories I printed from some foot sites. I was so embarrassed.
"You don't want me to show this stuff to mum and dad, ha? Or maybe your friends would like to know about things that turn you on, footboy?"- Barbara said with a smile. I was so scared, I said please no.
"So come here , we'll have a little party" Barbara said.
"But what do you want from me?"- I asked .Then Sandra said: "First of all , I wanna see you naked." I was shocked, I expected my sister would say no, but she just said: "Did you hear what Sandra said to u? Do it!" I started to undress slowly, they were giggling, watching me and smoking. I had a hard on and when I took off my boxers, they laughed for 2 minutes. I was so humiliated I didn't know what to do. Than Barbara said: "Ok, we have a guest here, why don't u show her how u good giving footrubbs, I'll take a look at this papers. Sandra was sitting on the couch with her legs on the table in front of her. So I kneeled in front of her and was about to take her foot but she slapped me with it in my face and said: "You didn't asked my permission to touch my foot, asshole"
Barbara was laughing like crazy. Then I bowed down and said: "May I please have a permission to touch your feet, Miss Sandra?" she didn't say anything for about one minute ,she just looked at me from above and smoking easily, and then she gave me permission. I massaged her feet for some time and then Barbara ordered me to crawl to her. She was sitting with her legs crossed so when I came to her as I was on all fours I had her toes few centimetres from my nose.
"Kiss my foot!" - she said. I gently kissed her big toe. Then she raised her foot and told me to kiss her sole. I started kissing her beautiful sole. "Lick it !"she ordered. I licked all the dirt from her sole because she was going barefoot all evening. Sandra was laughing and then she called me to crawl to her. When I was at her feet she said: "I want u to apologize to me for your behaviour last Saturday, asshole" I start kissing her foot(that foot was on the floor , the other was on the table)and begging: "Please Miss Sandra forgive me for being such an idiot, please, I don't deserve a beautiful princess like You, I deserve just to be Your foot slave ,nothing more" She said: "Look me in the eyes!" I raised my head and I saw a sadistic look in her green eyes, she was enjoying it. She then slapped me 2 times and said: "Oh how I like to see u like the peace of shit u r, continue, beg!" I continued for some time while she was drinking slowly my dad's champagne. Later they made me be their footstool, and they also put an ashtray on my back so I had to stay immobile because ashtray could fall and they would punish me for that. Later they were little bit tired and drunk so they went to Barbara's room to sleep. I had to rub their feet once they were in bed and they also told me that tomorrow they want me to bring them breakfast in the bed. When they felt asleep, I kissed their feet once again and I crawled out ,naked, humiliated but so happy. Next morning when i woke up I immediately started to prepare a breakfast for my Goddesses. When I was done with it I brought it to my sisters room and knocked.
"Who is it?" - they asked.
"Oh, it's me."- I answered.
"Who the fuck is it?"- they asked again.
"It is Your slave with Your breakfast" - I said.
"ok, come in slave, and bring it on your knees"- Sandra said.
I serve them breakfast , and Barbara said that in their presence I have to be on my knees always. While they were eating , they were throwing the food on the floor and I had to pick it up with my mouth and eat it. Then Sandra put pieces of toast between her toes and she made me eat it. Later , they were drinking coffee, and Barbara, still laying on the bed, put her right foot on the pillow on the floor besides bed and said to me: "Now slave, I want u to show me how u admire and worship my right foot. I want you to worship it like it s the most precious object in the world and i want you to tell me how great I am"
i start to kiss and lick her beautiful foot like it is most important thing in the world, like it my life depends on it and i was begging :"Miss Barbara, You are so great, You are the Queen of the world, all the humanity should be at your Royal feet, I am just a slave that is equal to the dirt under your little toenail, thank you so much for giving me the honour of serving your gorgeous, great feet"
She was just drinking slowly her coffee, and watched me like I was a peace of shit. She was really enjoying it and I understood that those Goddesses really deserve to be worshiped like that.
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Also if anyone wants to discuss foot fetish or to exchange experiences ,please feel free to email me.
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.....Heaven won't take me and hell's afraid I'll take over.....

dewam....h-10

SERVING TWO TEENAGE GIRLS


1. The Engagement

Hi, my name is Alan. I am twenty-seven years old, 5'4" tall, and slightly built. I guess you could describe me as passive and docile, a trait played on by my cheating first wife Melanie as she cuckolded me for the whole of our three- year marriage. It
was all done with the help of her twin sister Julie, who encouraged her constantly to go out to clubs without me with the sole purpose of picking up men to satisfy her powerful sexual lusts.

It took me a year to get over Melanie after our divorce. I moved to another part of town, and for a long time did not venture out in the evenings. Finally, I pulled myself together, and began to visit bars and clubs to meet new people. It was at one of
these clubs that I met Mandy, and fell head over heels in love. She was sitting at a table with her girlfriend Jessica. I found out later that she was only sixteen, but she had the body of a full- grown woman. Long red hair, full breasts, long legs, and milk
white skin. In contrast, her also sixteen year old girlfriend had dark hair, a much fuller figure with strong thighs and calves.

I introduced myself to them, and was delighted when they asked me to join them. We chatted for some time, and the longer it went on, the more I knew I wanted to spend my life with this beautiful young woman.

After that, Mandy and I had several chaste dates, and got to know each other a lot better. After only six weeks, I asked her to marry me. She declined at first, saying she did not think I could cope with the demands she would have of a husband.

"I have a cruel streak, inherited from my mother," she told me. "Any husband of mine would have to put up with all sorts of indignation and humiliations, as well as performing tasks for me that most men would find distasteful." I did not understand what she meant at the time, but as I was totally besotted, assured her that I would go through anything for her.

I did not give up, and kept on asking for her hand. Eventually, she told me to arrange a week off work, and to visit her and her girlfriend on the Sunday evening before the vacation. I was over the moon, and quickly made the arrangements to take the time
off.

On Sunday evening, I was sat in an armchair, facing my beautiful Mandy and her attractive but stern faced girlfriend. It was Jessica who spoke first.

"My friend has told you that it would be extremely difficult for you to be her husband," she began. "But, as you have persisted, I feel I should let you know how things will be. For a start, if you did marry, you would live at this house with me.
This means that you would have to carry out any requirements I may have of you. I suggest therefore, that you move in here for a period of four months during which time you will be made well aware of how married life will be for you. It goes without
saying that, during this time you will not be permitted to have sex with Mandy, and so you will be made to wear a chastity device to safeguard her honour. You may refuse to submit to our requirements at any time, but if you do, you will leave here and never see Mandy again. What do you say?"

"I agree with all your conditions," I replied eagerly, not thinking of any consequences other than that I would be close to Mandy.

"Good," she replied. "Now we will give you a brief idea of the sort of thing you may expect."

With that, she leaned over and spat a huge gob of saliva on to the coffee table. Mandy then added an equally large gob to it.

"Lick that up Alan darling," Mandy said sweetly.

The idea of licking up that mess repulsed me, but if it meant being with her I decided to comply. Once I had done that, I was made to kneel between them with my mouth open, as they spat a lot more saliva into it. They seemed very pleased when I swallowed the whole lot without a murmur when they had finished. Jessica got up, and brought back a simple cock cage from the drawer. I was told to stand up and strip. Finally, I stood naked before the two women, feeling very silly.

"Oh look," laughed Jessica, pointing at my groin. "It's like a penis, only much smaller!" The two of them sniggered as my face turned a deep red.

Jessica quickly fitted and locked the cock cage on me. It covered my cock, preventing any erection or any chance of sexual relief, but leaving my balls hanging freely underneath.

"Now you have passed your first test, and are unable to force yourself on me," Mandy said. "You can come and sleep naked with me as a special treat."

I was beside myself as we went to Mandy's room. Once there, she quickly shed her clothing, and I saw her naked body, which was pure heaven. As I looked, I noticed her firm, large breasts, the gentle, feminine swell of her belly and her soft, red bush contrasting with her white skin. I had never wanted any woman more in my life. We got into bed, and she pushed her warm body against mine. She began giving me deep open- mouthed kisses, and continued this for about twenty minutes. Although my cock was straining in it's cage, it was worth the frustration for now, to feel that warm body next to me.

On her instructions, I licked and suckled her breasts, before moving down and licking and sucking her fresh young pussy to orgasm. Afterwards, we fell asleep in each other's' arms. I was in heaven.

Next morning, Mandy woke me and told me we should take Jessica a cup of coffee in bed, to please her. We entered
Jessica's room, and Mandy gently woke her.

"Good morning Mandy," she smiled, rubbing her eyes. "Alan dear, do me a favour. My chamber pot is under the bed, would
you empty it for me?"

I reached under the bed, and pulled out the pot. It was a large one, and I was surprised to see that it was half full. I could not believe the contents were all from one night. I picked it up, and turned to go to the bathroom.

"No Alan," Jessica stopped me. "I want you to empty it into your mouth."

"You can't be serious!" I exclaimed.

"Oh come on," soothed Mandy. "If you love me, and want to be with me, surely it's not too much to ask you to drink a little piss."

I realised I could not refuse Mandy anything, so I lifted the pot to my lips. The smell was pungent, and I gagged involuntarily. Watched by the two women, I slowly poured the foul contents of the pot into my mouth. It took a long time to empty it, because I had to stop each time I gagged to prevent myself vomiting. Finally it was empty.

"So how do you like the taste of my piss?" Jessica asked.

"To be honest, it is awful," I replied, screwing up my face.

"That's a pity," she said, getting out of bed. "Because we are now going to the bathroom so that you can drink it fresh from the source! " I went to protest, but Mandy stopped me and marched me to the bathroom.

In the bathroom I was made to sit on the floor, with my head tilted upward and my mouth wide open. Jessica pulled up her night-dress, and straddled my face. She told me not to be embarrassed to see her naked pussy, as I would be seeing a lot of it in future, for one purpose or another. With that, she let go a gentle stream of piss, telling me it would taste much nicer than before, as it was fresh and warm. She was wrong.

When the stream was finished, Jessica lowered her pussy on to my mouth so that I could lick up the last few drops. When I went to rise, Mandy pushed me back down.

"Stay there Alan dear," she told me. "I have a bellyful for you as well."

She was right. She hadn't gone during the night, so her stream seemed to go on forever. Eventually she finished, with me drinking every drop. Although not actually sick on that occasion, I felt very nauseous for the rest of the morning.

Early in the afternoon, I heard Mandy calling me from the bathroom. When I entered, she was stood there with her skirt around her waist.

Sorry Alan," she began. "I have just taken a shit and realised we don't have any paper up here. Come and clean my bottom, would you?"

"I'll get some tissue," I replied.

"No Alan," she returned irritably. "I want you to lick me clean. It is one of the most intimate things a man can do for the woman he loves. Come and give me your tongue."

I moved forward, and stuck out my tongue as I reached her bottom. The smell was awful, but the taste was even worse. Once again, I began gagging as I attempted to lick all the shit out of her hole. I managed to finish, and told Mandy I never wanted to experience the taste again. "Oh dear," came Jessica's voice from behind me. "I was just about to take you a stage further and invite you eat my shit."

"Oh no," I protested. "Drinking piss was bad enough, but this is just too disgusting!"

"OK," said Mandy, forlornly. "I will pack your bags, and you can leave immediately."

"No!" I shouted, panicking. "Alright, I will do it but I will hate it."

"That's how it should be," Mandy replied. It is for our pleasure. I want to see the shit dropping into your mouth, and watch as you chew it thoroughly and swallow it."

With a smug look at me, Jessica lifted her skirt and turned, pushing her large backside into my face. She ordered me to push my tongue into her hole, to coax the shit out of her. Very soon, I could feel the first log pushing against me.

"Open wide, my little shitslave," Jessica commanded. "This is going to be a big one!"

She was right. A huge log dropped into my mouth, and the two women watched closely as I began to chew, retching all the time at the disgusting taste and smell. I managed to force the first log down, and was rewarded with another two of equal size. As soon as I swallowed the last one, I rushed to the toilet and threw up the whole lot. Jessica laughed that I would have to learn to keep it all down.

"What do you mean?" I whined. "Surely you are not going to make me do that again!"

"Oh yes," promised Mandy. "If you stay, you will eat ALL our shit, and drink ALL our piss from now on!"

The thought of it filled me with disgust and dread, but my obsession with Mandy was total.

And so I began to give full toilet service to two teenage girls. I could not even get away from it at mealtimes. Whatever flavour soup I had, it always became "pee" soup, as one or other of them diluted it with their urine. They also took great delight in covering all my food with spit, and my "gravy" was always a clear yellow colour.

Mandy's favourite dessert for me was a banana, well chewed by her and dribbled into my open mouth. Supper was always a
sandwich, ham for Mandy, cheese for Jessica and shit for me.

Wednesday nights, I was usually left alone when Jessica and Mandy attended self -defence classes. One particular week, I heard them return when I was reading in the bedroom. After a few minutes, Mandy called me downstairs. On entering the lounge, I was surprised to see two young girls about Mandy and Jessica's age in the middle of the room. All four ladies were barefoot, and wearing only leotards. I would have been aroused by the sight of them under normal circumstances, but in my frustrated condition the sight was an incredible turn on.

Mandy introduced the two girls. Jane was a tall, well built dark haired girl, while Judy was a short, slender blonde. Both girls were extremely pretty. Mandy explained why they were there.

"Tonight, we have been practising kicking a man where it hurts in order to disable him," she began. "And although the dummies we use are good, we are not able to tell whether we have the ability to really hurt someone. So we need to practise kicking a real man in the balls, to see how effective we are."

"But won't that hurt me rather badly?" I enquired.

"Oh probably for a while," Mandy answered dismissively. "But that is not important. Now I want you to stand there with your
legs apart and your hands behind your back so we can begin."

"Before you girls start kicking," Jessica interrupted. "I just want to see how effective the knee is."

Standing before me, Jessica put her hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes.

"I am going to enjoy this," she said wickedly.

With that, she brought her knee savagely up into my unprotected balls. I knew it would hurt, but was unprepared for the
incredible pain, which she sent up through my body. I screamed in agony, and dropped to the floor clutching my balls.

"Oh it really does hurt them, doesn't it?" squealed little Judy.

"It certainly does," agreed Jane. "I can't wait for my turn!"

I was made to get up, and resume the position with my legs apart. One by one, the four young girls swung their legs and kicked my poor balls two or three times, each squealing with delight as they realised they were able to really hurt me. When they had finished, Mandy suggested that Jessica have the final kick, as she had not yet had one. Jessica stood before me, with that wicked, smug look on her face again.

"Let's see if I can send those balls right up inside your body," she grinned

Then, instead of just kicking me, she took several steps back and took a run up. Her leg was a blur as her bare foot smashed squarely into my balls, and I swear the power of her kick lifted me off the ground. I screamed out again, as I hit the floor, temporarily losing consciousness.

When I came round, the women were standing around me.

"You really are good at this," Jane remarked.

"Yes," agreed Judy. "I would hate to be a man who got on the wrong side of you!" They all laughed at this.

Mandy let her friends out with the promise that they could practice on me once a month in future.

It was about two months into my trial period, when I met Jason who I was to dislike intensely. Jason was a black guy, two years older than Mandy who had grown up next door to her, living with his unmarried mother Mary. For the last three years, he had been abroad, completing his education, and had now returned to live at home.

Mandy and Jessica were delighted to see him back, and invited him and Mary round for dinner. It was a pleasant evening at
first, I was allowed to remain fully dressed and there was no sign of my slave status in front of the guests.

The problem started later. Mary went home early for an early night, while Jason stayed on chatting animatedly with Mandy all evening. When he announced it was time he left, Mandy saw him to the back door. When she had not returned after ten minutes, I went to investigate. Opening the back door, I was shocked at the sight that confronted me.

Jason had his hand up Mandy's short skirt, fingering her young pussy. For her part, my Fiancée was stroking the longest, fattest cock I had ever seen. Turning to see me watching, she was totally unfazed.

"Look at this magnificent cock Alan," she gasped. "Isn't it the most beautiful thing you have ever seen?"

Just then, we heard Jason's mother calling, telling him it was time he came home. Jason put his cock away, and kissed Mandy goodnight, telling her he would see her soon. As we went indoors, Mandy sensed the jealousy I was feeling.

"I was just curious Alan," she smiled. "I just wanted to see how much Jason had grown."

A couple of evenings later, Mandy came downstairs and announced she was going to see Jason, as his mother was going out and she thought he needed the company. She was heavily made up, and was wearing a tiny, tight black dress. From the nipples poking through the tight material, and the lack of any panty line, it was obvious she was not wearing underwear. Seeing my downcast expression, she said:

"Don't start worrying Alan, I might not let him fuck me you know. You will find out when I get home."

With that, she kissed me on the cheek, and left me with her friend. Jessica smiled wickedly at me.

"You know very well that he will fuck her don't you?" she began. "She has talked about nothing except his huge cock for days, saying she must have it inside her. She will come back to you reeking of sex!" You can spend the evening between my legs, giving me some nice orgasms with your tongue."

As I knelt before the young Jessica, lapping at her wet pussy, my cock strained and my balls ached, as I thought of my lovely Mandy spreading her legs for the well endowed black man.

I was in bed when Mandy finally returned home. She had a dreamy look in her eyes as she walked over to the bed. With a grin, she slipped off her dress and let it drop to the floor. I looked at her young body, and saw her big breasts covered in love bites and her pussy puffy and leaking cum.

"He did fuck me three times," she announced. "And it was fabulous, the best fuck of my life!"

I could take no more; I dropped to my knees before her, and burst into tears.

"Don't be silly, you little wimp," she laughed. "I have needs, and as you are incapable of fulfilling them, I need to go to a real man, don't I? Now show me how much you love me by sucking Jason's thick black cum out of my pussy."

With tears still running down my face, I swallowed all my love rival's cum out of her, before crying myself to sleep in her arms.

Next day, I could not concentrate on work, and came home at midday, telling my employer I was coming down with a cold. When I got home, I decided I would go to bed and try and get over the jealousy and hurt I was feeling. As I approached the bedroom, I could hear voices. The bedroom door was slightly open, as I looked in I could see Mandy standing naked, bent forward facing the door. Behind her, equally naked, was Jason with his hands on her hips ramming into her from behind. He
was talking to her the whole time.

"You like this don't you, you little slut?" he spat.

"I love it, you know I do you black fucker!" she gasped. "You know I can't do without you, and will do anything you want."

"What about after you are married?" he asked.

"Nothing will change," she replied. "You can still fuck me any time and anywhere you want to."

"What about your husband, will you let him fuck you?" he enquired.

"Not if you say he can't," she responded.

"Tell me what you will do then," he urged.

"I will cock tease him until he breaks down with the frustration, then I will make him watch while you fuck me senseless and then suck your cum out of me. After that, I will take him to the bathroom and shit in his mouth to show him that I don't see him as a man, just a cum sucking toilet."

I could listen to no more. I ran downstairs, again in floods of tears.

2. The Wedding

Despite all the pain, humiliation and degradation I had suffered, I still wanted to marry Mandy and be close to her, so the wedding was set for earlier in the New Year.

It was the morning of the wedding. Mandy had stayed the previous night at Jason's house, saying it was unlucky for us to spend the wedding eve in the same building. Jessica had told me that the ceremony was to be conducted at home by a woman friend of hers authorised to marry us. She informed me that I would be naked, to maximise my humiliation, while my bride and all the female guests would be wearing short black night-dresses.

I entered the lounge nervously, to see that all the guests had arrived. Five women in total, Jessica, Jane and Judy, the
two girls who had been regularly using my balls for kicking practice, and to my horror, my ex wife and her twin sister!
Evidently, Mandy had contacted them previously, became friends with them and asked them along.

As soon as I walked in, the two sisters grabbed an arm each, and dragged me into the corner.

"We understand you have a new diet since meeting your new bride," my ex wife laughed.

"Yes," added her sister. "Plenty of piss and shit, I believe." They both laughed, as my ex wife pushed me roughly to my knees
and lifted her night-dress.

"Remember this pussy you used to love so much," she asked. "The one that received so many cocks while you were being
denied? Well you are going to see it regularly tonight, while I am pissing in your sissy slave mouth!"

"That goes for me too pansy," added her sister.

They let me go, and I awaited the arrival of my new bride. Eventually she came in, hand in hand with Jason, who was wearing
only boxer shorts. Behind her was the lady who was to marry us, a tall fifty-something woman with a stern, superior air about
her. Mandy took her place next to me, still holding on to Jason's hand. She whispered in my ear.

"Jason has been fucking me all night, and then had the cheek to do me just before we came over. I've got another man's cum
running down my leg as I prepare to marry you!" I felt a lump in my throat, and a sick feeling in my stomach.

"Are we ready?" asked the official.

"Oh before we start," replied Mandy. "Could you wait while my husband to be kneels down and cleans my lover's cum out of
my pussy?" The official smiled her consent as the other women sniggered. I knelt to complete my humiliating task.

After that, we went through the normal ceremony (I said obey, she didn't), and when she said, "You may kiss the bride" I
turned to Mandy. Unfortunately, she had turned to Jason, and was kissing him deeply. After this, as an addition to the vows I
was made to acknowledge for the rest of our marriage that:

1. My wife had the right to deny me sexual relief indefinitely, whilst constantly teasing and taunting me with her body, that right
being extended to her girlfriend Jessica also.
2. My balls were now the property of my wife and Jessica, and they had the right to punish them at will, together with any
other women they selected to do so.
3. I would be a full toilet slave to my wife and Jessica, together with anyone else they invited to use me.
4. From my wedding day inward I would be a cuckold, my wife taking as many lovers as she wished without complaint from me.

To emphasise the last point, I was made to ask Jason to fuck my wife in the presence of all the guests, to confirm my
compliance. I was then made to watch as they got naked and began a long, slow foreplay.

Eventually, Jason mounted my new bride, and began to fuck her slowly.

"That's it Jason, show him what he is going to be missing," called Jessica.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You don't seriously think that cock cage will ever be removed do you?" laughed Jessica, to the amusement of the other
women.

"No," added Mandy. You will see plenty of cocks enter your unfaithful wife, but never yours. You are going to live a life of
abject frustration, while Jessica and I drive you crazy with our naked bodies. Come on Jason, fuck me hard, show him how a
woman should be fucked!"

I could not believe what she had said. The sick feeling in my stomach got worse, and I was close to tears again. After a time,
Jason's pounding of my new bride's pussy got harder and faster, and her cries became louder. Jessica came and stood beside
me. As Mandy neared her peak, she yelled, "Now Jessica!", and Jessica grabbed my balls from behind and squeezed with all
her might. As my wife screamed her orgasm, I screamed in agony, to the cheers and laughter of the assembled company.

After Jason withdrew, my ex wife pushed my head down to Mandy's sopping pussy and forced me to lick her clean. After the
excitement died down, Jessica and Mandy took me upstairs to see my surprise wedding present.

I was taken to a small box room I had never been in before. Along one wall, a long narrow trough had been constructed
covered in white tiles. At one end, was a transparent toilet bowl together with a seat. It was on a hinge, so that the victim could
be laid flat and secured, while the toilet could be lowered over his mouth. The hole at the bottom of the bowl was about 3" in
diameter, just big enough to allow whatever was dropped in it to fall directly into the victim's mouth.

"This is where you will be spending the rest of the wedding party," Mandy announced. "And we will all come up and see you
when we need to piss or shit in your submissive little mouth."

With Jessica's help, Mandy secured me in the toilet and went back down stairs. I lay there helpless, awaiting my fate. I did not
have to wait long, a few minutes later my first guest arrived already. It was Jessica. As she plonked her tight ass on the seat she asked me if this was going to be my first taste of a woman's shit tonight. Without waiting for an answer, she strained and dropped a large log into my mouth. She got up and watched to ensure I chewed it nicely. Fortunately, she did not have any more, so she wiped herself on a tissue, and popped it into my mouth.

Next up were the two young ball kickers. They both took delight in giving me a bellyful of piss, saying they didn't know which
was more fun, making me drink their piss or crushing my useless balls.

I was most apprehensive when I saw my ex wife and her sister appear together. The sister looked down and said she was
sorry she had no shit for me, as she had been that morning. It was OK though, she said, as she would content herself by
emptying her bladder into me before watching her sister make me eat shit.

My ex wife took her place, and I heard the familiar sound of straining, which heralded the dropping of her shit. As it began to
fall in my mouth, her sister shouted encouragement.

"Give him all your shit Sis," she cried. "Make him eat it all, choke the pansy bastard with it!"

When they were done, they left promising to return before the end of the evening. After that, it was fairly quiet, with everyone
coming back occasionally, fortunately just for a piss.

It was getting very late when the twins returned, looking very much the worse for drink.

"Open wide!" they shouted in unison as they entered.

"I don't feel so good," said Melanie.

"Nor me," agreed her sister.

Before I knew it they had knelt together side by side over the bowl. Without warning, they simultaneously heaved and vomited
violently into the glass bowl. Their combined mess slid into my mouth and down my throat, causing an instant reaction. I turned
my head and threw it all up into the trough beside me.

"That's better," remarked Melanie.

"Not for him," laughed her sister as they saw the mess I was in.

"We are going now," Melanie told me. "But you will be seeing a lot more of us in the future, I promise!"

The two of them giggled drunkenly as they left the bathroom.

A little later, I could hear the last of the guests leaving. Jessica came in and released me from the toilet. She told me to clean
myself thoroughly, as I was to spend the night in her bed. I went to her room when I had finished, and she opened the
bedclothes to reveal her luscious naked body. She put me to work immediately, licking and sucking on her generous tits, as a
prelude to sucking on her pussy for a lengthy period.

All the time I was doing this, I could hear muffled noises coming from the adjoining bedroom, as my new wife's black lover
fucked her for the umpteenth time. When Jessica was satisfied, I lay next to her and she asked me what real man would spend
his wedding party swallowing the piss and shit of all his guests, and then his wedding night sucking his wife's girlfriend pussy
while another man fucks his wife soundly in another room.

Her words, coupled with the jealousy, humiliation and sexual frustration I was feeling once again sent me over the edge, and I
began to sob. Jessica wiped my eyes.

"Welcome to married life," she smiled. "You poor man, your suffering hasn't even started yet."
And it hadn't.

THE END.





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MEGAN'S FOOTSLAVE


Megan screamed as she leapt form her balcony seat. I of course was paying no attention at all to the game I was starring down at her sneakers. She had on Adidas trails, big thick things with white socks just peeking over ankles. Megan was a tall girl, about 5'6 or so, so she had about size 7 feet. They would easily cover my face. I couldn't say that however because I was 16 and she was 15, I had to play it cool. I bought some peanuts from a passing vendor. Megan propped her shoes up on the seat so she was basically squatting on it. I was happily watching the game and munching on my peanuts when I decided to take a risk. I shoved that peanut into her shoe. She didn't notice apparently so I slid the next one into her sock. That she noticed, she flung it out of her shoe and gave a mildly flirty look and told me to stop. I of course had no intention of letting her cute feet out of my site. I slid another peanut into her sock. She laughed and told me to get it out. I slid my fingers into her shoe, which was warm and moist from her foot sweat, I retrieved the peanut. When she wasn't looking I ate it, and imagined her pretty little toes gripping that peanut. She whirled around seconds after I finished the peanut and asked what I had done with it. I didn't know if she saw me eat it. I lied and told her I threw it away. I don't know if she believed me. Later that night I snuck into her room. Amazingly she was still wearing those sneakers encasing her feet. But now the socks were gone. I casually made a remark, "what you're socks aren't good enough for your feet anymore?" Wishing in my mind that I could get my nose in between her toes. She shrugged it off and laughed. Later that night she kicked those shoes off. While we were casually chatting she was on her bed lying down, and she just slipped them right off over her toes and let them drop to the floor. I sprang into action. I immediately lay down vertical to her feet but I positioned my self so my nose was right at her soles. I was breathing very deep and her foot smell was strong enough to hit me hard. I was inhaling like no tomorrow just deep rhythmic breathing. After ten minutes of smelling her feet she looked at me and said, "what are you doing? Is this what you want?" and she shoved her perfect pink soles right on my face. I wasted no time by digging my nose into her sweaty arch and kissing it. She laughed and said, "I saw you eat the peanut little man" and then she clamped her toes onto my nose. She used her other toes to massage my lips as I eagerly kissed them all the while saying "sniff them I know you love it" At some point I went on the floor and began smelling her shoes which were lovely as she ran her toes through my hair. She muttered "closet" I crawled over to her closet. She pointed her toe at her cleats. I pressed one of the black cleats to my nose and inhale the musty scent of leather and foot sweat deeper into her shoe I pushed my nose until it hit something soft and damp, her sweat socks! I ripped it out and put it on my face sniffing loudly breathing in her smell form the sock. She was pleased and so was I for being her foot sniffer. She became impatient for the lack of attention to her feet. I slid my self under her bed and popped my head out. She lowered her sexy soles right over my face and gave me the best face massage ever with those gorgeous toes. I would aim to get my little nose caught between her first and second toe and she was content to let it stay there. I spent that night like that inhaling those feet wishing to be her permanent sock. Next morning I smelled of her feet, my face was merely an extension of her foot. She woke up put her running shoes on and told me to meet her at 8:00....





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