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Date: Fri, 06 Jun 2008 05:10:02 -0400
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In the late 90s, I wrote a series of femdom / foot-fetish stories.  I
retired but have recently been forced out of retirement.  Since I'm
going to start working on new stories soon, so I thought I would post
my old ones again to remind people who I am.

Teen Femdom By Slave Shoelicker (shoelicker.toxictreat@gmail.com),
http://www.toxictreat.com/posts/shoelicker

My wife had passed away about a year and a half ago and my sex life
had deteriorated to masturbation. Most of the time I utilized the ever
growing collection of magazines and material that I would download
from the internet. Occasionally I would be treated to a show by my
next door neighbor's kid. Kim was a senior in high school and a real
knockout. Her mother was japanese and had passed on a captivatung look
to her daughter.

On this particular friday, Kim had gotten home from school and was
sunning herself in the backyard. I got out the binoculars and had a
perfect bird's eye view from my bedroom window. She was wearing a
white shirt with a short pleated skirt. She had on those white anklet
socks and patent leather maryjanes that drove me wild. She stretched
out in a lounge chair and I could see almost all her legs up to her
underwear. She undid the maryjanes and I focused in on those legs and
feet in the white anklets. After about thirty seconds I came in one of
the best orgasms I've had in quite a while. As I took the binoculars
away, I thought I saw Kim looking my way, but she must have been just
looking around because she went back to reading her magazine as if
nothing had happened.

The portable phone she had with her rang and she disappeared into the
house. A short time latter, while I was down in the kitchen, I noticed
Kim driving off in her car. Out of curiosity I went back upstairs and
sure enough she had left those maryjanes out in the back by the lounge
chair. The fence seperating our yards was only 5 feet high and the
area was pretty secluded. Besides I knew both her parents worked and
wouldn't be home for hours. I was over the fence in seconds and found
myself kneeling by the lounge chair. I picked up one of the shoes and
brought it up to my nose. I inhaled the fragrance of her feet and the
leather. Even though I had just masterbated less then an hour ago, I
was rock hard again. I undid my pants to get at my dick and started
wacking off. I started licking the laether of the shoe and imagining
that Kim was still wearing them. As I began to lick the grit off the
sole of the shoe I came again in another shuddering orgasm.

After regaining my composure, I started to redo my pants when I
noticed Kim on the other side of the sliding glass door. She had a
camera and was clicking away taking my picture. Before I could move
she closed the curtain and disappeared. I quickly got up and high
tailed it back to my place. I didn't know exactly what to do now. What
would Kim do? Would she tell her parents? Or worse, the police? There
didn't seam to be anything I could do except wait and see. A couple of
hours past and then the doorbell rang.

My heart raced. I went to the door and peeked through the peep hole.
It was Kim on the other side and she was alone. She rang the bell
again and I thought perhaps I should talk to her to see if she had
told anyone, and if not, maybe I could persuade her not to. I opened
the door and she walked right in stating she had something to show me.
She plopped the pictures down on the coffee table in the living room.
There was dead silence. I didn't need to look, I knew what they were.

"I've got the negatives tucked away" she stated. There she was in the
same outfit as before, even the maryjanes. I was numb, frozen. Just
then, she kneed me in the groin and pulled me down on top of her. She
started yelling "get off, get off!" I was confused and in pain. She
was the one who created the situation. I was struggling to get up,
however she really got me good with her knee and the pain was somewhat
paralyzing.

I finally rolled off and Kim was talking to someone. I hadn't closed
the front door and there was Kim's girlfriend Karen, camera in hand.
Karen was gone as I struggled to my feet. What was going on here? I
fell over on the couch still in a good deal of pain. Kim sat in the
chair opposite me with a smirk on her face. She crossed her legs which
caused the skirt to ride up high, and started swinging her leg.

"What should we do now Mr. Conway? Do you have any suggestions? Rape
is a very serious crime in this state."

I started to stammer something unintelligible but my mind was
swimming, I couldn't think clearly. Just then the doorbell rang again
and Kim got up to get it. It was Karen, obviously she had put the
camera away fo safe keeping.

Karen was another knockout. Instead of the exotic look that Kim
portrayed, Karen was a blond haired blue eyed beauty who was captain
of the cheerleading squad. She was dressed in a close fitting
turtleneck that accentuated her perfect breasts, tight jeans to show
off her incredibly shaped butt, and saddle shoes. Even though I had
come twice in the lst four hours, my dick was stirring again at the
sight of these two young beauties.

"Come in and make yourself comfortable, Karen," Kim said. "We were
just about to discuss what to do about this sudden turn of events. How
about it Mr. Conway, are you willing to discuss this matter or would
you like us to leave and take it up with someone else, the police
perhaps?"

"No don't do that! I'm sure we can discuss this and resolve it without
bringing anyone else into the picture. Things have gotten a little out
of hand. After all nothing really happened except perhaps I
tresspassed on your property."

"Well thats not what the evidence suggests. I can see this might not
be that easy," Kim said. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable in the present
sitaution, after all it's quite apparent that you are a sex maniac. I
think we need to change the circumstances here if we are to continue
to try and resolve this."

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

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

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

I didn't like the way this was going-- "ah yes perhaps there is some
in the garage, but..."

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

"But..."

"GO AND GET IT, OR WE ARE LEAVING TO TAKE THIS UP WITH SOME PEOPLE WHO
WUOLD FIND THIS INTERESTING" Kim ordered.

I quickly got up and did as she said. I returned with the rope and Kim
had me get on my knees and place my hands behind my back. I was
becoming real adept at complying with her orders.

After she tied my hands and feet together she said we could continue
the "conversation."

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

It was apparent that there was no need for me to join in this
discussion as Kim was going to dictate the terms of my "punishment."
She again took up her seat and began swinging her leg. I was staring
at her foot as it moved back and forth. My penis had grown to full
length and it was extremely uncomfortable as there was nothing I could
do to relieve the discomfort caused by the awkward position. Somehow I
think she knew, as she continued.

"Since you are in no position to argue," she continued, "you will
agree to whatever I say the punishment should be to fit your crime."

"Well?" Kim asked.

I had gotten caught up staring at her foot. The maryjane and the white
anklet were driving me way beyond distraction and I didn't know she
had expected a response from me.

Before I could respond, she continued "Okay perhaps you need some time
to ponder what would be worse. But understand me I will take this to
the police if necessary and I do believe you will be a very old man
before you see the free world again. Come on Karen, lets make
ourselves at home while Conway dear thinks this over."

I couldn't see what they were doing, but I decided to let things
progress at Kim's pace and wait for her to return. She was probably in
the kitchen getting something to drink.

About fifteen minutes later they returned. Kim had a bunch of papers
in her hand. She had gone upstairs and my heart began to pound again.
It looks like she found my stash of femdom stories that I kept in my
nitestand drawer. She took up her seat in front of me as I continued
to be forced to kneel in this awkward position. She said nothing and I
said nothing. Again I was mesmerized by her foot as it comenced
swinging.

"It appears that I will have to reevaluate the situation" she
declared, "come along Karen, lets think this over while we get
something for dinner."

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

"Oh they will still be here when we get back" as they both laughed
their way out the door.

I slithered along as best I could to see what it was she was reading.
It was one of my favorite stories that I had picked up. About a guy
who remarries a woman with an eighteen year old daughter. The daughter
eventually converts the guy into her complete slave. She rules him
totally. She is extremely sadistic and demanding and he is so
captivated by her that he can refuse her nothing and there is nothing
that he wouldn't do if she commands it. He eventually gets divorced to
become the complete slave to the daughter. He becomes so enslaved that
he ceases to have a life outside of his slavery to this wicked femdom.

Just what Kim was going to make of all this I didn't know. Jeese, why
the hell did I have to climb that fence. What had I gotten myself
into?

About two hours had past and it must have been near 9:30 in the
evening. I was beginning to wonder if Kim an Karen were coming back.
Perhaps they had had enough fun and games and were going to leave
things as they were. Now all I would have to do is get out of these
ropes and hope the whole affair would fade away. Just as I was getting
my hopes up they returned with several packages. They completely
ignored me as they made themselves at home. It was clear they were
concocting something. They each called their parents and said they
would be spending the weekend over the others house. Apparently this
was pretty routine as they had no trouble arranging to spend the nite
doing whatever the had in mind.

Kim returned to her chair sipping a diet soda and began swinging her
foot once again. "My my, just what are we going to do with you." She
picked up the stories that were on the coffee table and started
sifting through them. "Just what role do you see yourself playing in
these stories?" Kim asked as Karen laughed. "There seems to be only
one role for you in each one," as she continued to flip through the
stories.

My heart was pounding again and I was just to dumbfounded to respond
to her. Just then her foot stopped moving. I noticed instantly as of
course I hadn't been able to take my eyes off it.

"I tell you what we are going to do" she started to say, "your
punishment for your vile acts will be this, and if you don't agree to
comply fully and wholeheartedly in every way, we will leave right now
and let the chips fall where they may when the authorities find out
about the attempted rape. You will become my slave, my complete slave.
You will do whatever I say whenever I say it. You will not even think
about disobeying any order I give you. I will expect you to comply
with my orders immediatly and without hesitation. If you agree to do
this for however long I decide the arrangement will last, when I
decide I am through with you i will give you the negatives and set you
free. You must now decide. If you agree to all of the terms I have set
out, slither along on your belly and lick the sole of my shoe."

I couldn't decide if I had died and gone to heaven or hell as this was
one of my ultimate fantasies. I just never imagined it would happen in
real life, and I'm not sure that I really ever wanted it to be more
than a fantasy. Regardless, I had absolutely no bargaining power and
had to comply since life behind bars was unimaginable.

I slithered as best I could as I could here Karen laughing in the
background. My dick nearly exploded as I reached her shoe and
contorted myself into a position to lick the sole which she was not
about to move and make easy for me.

I licked for about two minutes when Kim got up and walked away. I
noticed that Karen had been filming the whole affair on video.

"Now I'm going to remove the ropes but I want you to remain on your
knees. You are never to move or speak unless I direct you to. Any
infraction of the rules will result in severe punishment. You will
refer to me as Godess Kim and Karen will be refered to as Lady Karen."

She undid the ropes and left me kneeling there. Suddenly I realized
that I hadn't had anything to eat or drink for quite some time but I
had no means to communicate this to Godess Kim under the rules that I
had to obey.

Kim went into one of the bags that she came in with and pulled out
what was clearly a contraption to put on my cock. "Strip, but remain
on your knees." I hesitated for just a split second and Kim went back
into the bag and pulled out a riding crop. "Bend over the coffee table
and stick your ass in the air, and you better be quick about it or
your punishment will be more severe.

I had gotten my pants down to my ankles as she was getting the crop,
so I was bare assed. Also, Karen, who was filming the whole thing was
laughing at the fact that I was apparently enjoying all this since my
dick had gone to full mast. I had fantasized many times about getting
caned by a femdom but I wasn't sure how it would be in a real
situation. I could only hope it would be as good as my experience
licking Kim's shoe, which was beyond the pleasure of anything I had
dreamed of.

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

Whap!!! The pain was emence. It was obvious that Kim was going to hold
nothing back. I sucked in my breath from the sting of the blow.
Suddenly two more blows in quick succession. "I told you to count and
thank me between each stroke"

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

"We will start over from the beginning and see if you can get it right
this time. I sure hope you are not learning disabled for your sake."

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

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

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

Kim kept the strokes coming with what felt like all her strength. The
pain was unreal yet I was aroused beyond belief.

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

"Karen you are not to advise me in the treatment of my slave. if you
can't stomach it, you are free to leave. Well slaveboy would you like
me to go a little easier on you?"

"Whatever would make you happy Godess Kim."

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

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

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

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

This continued up to ten strokes. I was sure to be bruised for a
month, and sitting was going to be very difficult. I slid off the
table on to the floor, totally spent.

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

"What do you have to say for yourself"

The beating had really taken its toll on me and I was extremely
thirsty. "Please Godess Kim, may I have some water, I haven't had
anything to drink for several hours."

"You want a drink?" she flashed the crop at me, "Drink up that mess
you made on the table. Be sure to capture this for posterity Karen."
Who had stopped filming momentarily.

Knowing full well that any hesitation would not go over well, I
quickly and greedily lapped up the mess. It was the first time I had
eaten cum and while the taste was unappealing, the fact that Kim had
ordered me to eat it made it extremely appealing.

"There now are we still thirsty?"

"Yes Godess Kim."

"Tilt your head back." Kim made a snorting sound like she was sucking
the snot from her nasal passages into her throat. She then glanced at
Karen to ensure she was filming the whole thing. She got about three
inches above my face, her hair gently brushing the side of my cheeks.
I knew to open my mouth, and she slowly let one of the biggest goobers
I have seen ooze its way onto my tongue. I closed my eyes and savored
it like a fine wine.

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

I crawled over to the chair in which she was sitting and lost myself
in the extasy as I licked her shoe. Kim beamed a smile over at Karen
as she knew she had totally broken me and I had become her complete
slave, just like the one she read about in the story just hours ago.

I had no idea where this would all lead.

"O.K. now, off with the rest of your clothes, you have some new things
to wear." Kim stated, and I knew that she expected quick and total
compliance. In no time I was naked and on my knees before her.

She took the cock and ball harness and affixed it to the base of my
cock and around my balls, splitting them into two tight sacs. Next she
took a thin rawhide cord and attached it to the harness. The cord was
about 4-5 feet long. She gave a quick tug and I yelped from the pain
that shot through me. Kim just glared my way to let me know to keep my
mouth shut.

The next article of "clothing" was a studded collar. This she just
handed to me and I dutyfully placed it around my neck.

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

"Yes, Godess Kim." I replied.

"Well go into the kitchen and get a big bowl and fill it with as much
water as you would like to drink." I was about to get up when Kim
stopped me and said, "Around here you will stay on your knees at all
times unless you need to get up to comply with an order that you
receive from me."

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

"Place it between my feet." Kim directed, "Now undo the buckle on my
shoes, but be sure to do it properly."

I wasn't exactly sure what she meant by properly, and was in no mood
to ask without permission to speak, so I lowered myself down to the
level of her shoes and very tenderly kissed her right shoe as if it
were a lover on the first night you fell in love. After several
passionate kisses I felt a tug on the cord, and the pain in my cock
and balls told me it was time to move on. I carefully undid the
buckle, kissing it both before and after, and then gingerly slid the
shoe from her foot. I kissed it before I put it down, breathing in the
wonderous oder that the leather and foot sweat combined to make.

"Smell my foot" Kim ordered to my utmost delight. I lowered my head
and began inhaling the fragrance which was utterly intoxicating. My
cock was straining at the harness which now dug into the base of my
cock. "I've gone about two or three days in these socks so they must
be pretty rank by now. How do they smell slave?" Kim asked.

"They smell far more lovely than the sweetest rose" I exclaimed as
both Karen and Kim bust out in laughter.

"That's enough with that foot," as she took it away and placed it in
the bowl. "On to the next one."

I repeated the process of long loving kisses to her left shoe as her
right foot soaked in the water. After she tired of the attention I was
extolling to her left foot she gave a tug on the cord to signal we
were to move on. She lifted her right foot out of the water and let it
drip over the bowl.

"Carefully remove my sock and don't spill any water." I did as told
and awaited further instructions. "Place the sock in your mouth and
suck it clean." The white anklet still had some salty sweat in it and
I was in heaven with the tasks Kim was assigning. I must have leaked a
pint of pre-cum and I'm sure I would have exploded if it weren't for
the cock harness digging into the base of my cock.

"O.K. Karen, let me have the camcorder and take a seat on the couch.
Slave, time to start paying homage to our little cheerleader here.
Same treatment as before, and don't let me see you cutting corners." I
crawled over to the lovely blond cheerleader and started passionately
kissing her saddle shoes. Karen giggled quite a bit as I made love to
her shoes, but I knew I had to perform no less a humbling and
humiliating task with Karen as I had with Kim. The whole purpose of
this was my total degradation and humiliation. It was unbelievable
that I could find this utter humiliation so sexually stimulating.

Karen's socks were pale pink lacey anklets. She had worn them for
cheerleading practice and once again I was lost in complete nirvana at
the task I was performing. The smell was even more pungent than Kim's
feet. I would have gladly smelled her feet for hours more, however Kim
had other plans, and after Karen had soaked her feet in the bowl, it
was time to move on.

"Slave, time for you to drink, but first we must spice it up." Kim
snorted out another thick goobery load of saliva, flem, and snot.
After this she had Karen do the same until they had each spit half a
dozen times into the bowl. Kim gave a tug on the cock leash and pulled
me towards the mixture that had once been water but was now a cloudy,
milky, gooey liquid.

"No hands, and you are to drink your way down to the bottom of the
bowl without spilling a drop. Then suck the slop out of the socks
until they are practically dry."

Kim and Karen took off and left me to my task. My hands and feet were
no longer tied so I was free to do anything I pleased, and yet they
may as well have been bound as tight as could be because I had
developed an insatiable appetite for degradation and humiliation at
the hands and feet of these two beautiful teen vixens. I was ready to
comit to slavery forever at their feet. Somehow, I think Kim had
grasped all of this long before I did. My cock strained at its bounds
once again as I slurped up the gooey slime floating on the surface of
the mixture. Because it was so thick, I was able to suck off almost
the entire flemmy goo off the surface in one gulp. My mouth was filled
to practically overflowing with the slimey goo, yet I held it in my
mouth for quite some time, tasteing and basking in my humiliation once
again. Just then I noticed that the camcorder had been left on to
record my actions. I wondered how Kim would react to the performance I
had just given that could not have been any better if it had been
supervised by the crop?

"O.K. thats about enough for one night, grab that package over there
and bring it up to the bedroom." Kim ordered. I crawled over and
dragged the package up the stairs to the bedroom. I was not quite
prepared for what awaited me when I got there. Karen was standing
there brushing her long blond hair in nothing but flimsy hot pink
panties and one of my tee shirts that she had cut to barely cover her
breasts. Kim was in white cotton panties, and had only a sports bra on
top. After gawking for a minute or so, Kim ordered me to bring her the
package as she sat on the bed. She took out handcuffs and anklecuffs
and she quickly affixed them on me. Next, she took a chain with clasps
at both ends. She attached one end to the ring on my studded collar,
and the other to the ring on the cock harness. The chain was extremely
short and I had to hunch over as far as I could for Kim to attach it
to my harness. Then she attached the handcuffs to the anklecuffs. I
was now contorted into a position where I was sitting on my heels with
my head pulled down into my thighs. There was almost no room for
movement unless I was willing to risk castration. Karen was once again
filming my humiliation to capture it for future display.


Meanwhile, she took the tape that had recorded my drinking scene
downstairs and set it up to play on the bedroom TV. Kim kicked me over
on my side and told me to enjoy the show. They rewound the tape to the
spot where they went upstairs and left me with orders to drink. Kim
and Karen got into my(?) bed and started the tape. They burst out with
laughter as they watched me humiliate myself on my own with niether
one there. Karen could not believe the look of total extasy on my face
as I savored the gooey flemmy slime before swallowing. It appeared
that Kim had made a friendly bet with Karen that i would humiliate
myself no less so if they were not there, and the proof was on the
camera.

"You are right Kim, he really is your tota slave. I can't believe you
were able to do this in less then a day." It was hard for me to
believe as well, but there was no doubt that Karen was right, I was
Kim's total slave.

They shut off the tape, and turned out the lights, and I thought they
were going to bed, until I heard the sounds of some hot and heavy
action taking place up above. They were obviously treating themselves
to numerous orgasms while I was left with a rock hard cock for which
there would be no relief tonight. So I drifted off to a painful and
fitfull sleep given the bound position I had been left in.

Saturday morning arrived and I had hopes of being released from my
bonds. The girls awoke around 8:30 and started mulling around. They
took showers and dressed in yesterday's clothes. Kim released me and
told me to take a shower and be quick about it. As quickly as I could,
I showered, shaved and dressed. ThenI crawled down the stairs to greet
the teens.

"What are you doing with clothes on?" Kim asked angrily, "You are not
to have clothes on in this house unless told to." Needless to say I
was stripping as fast as I could. On my knees I crawled over and
rested my head on the floor in front of Kim's feet.

"You may beg my forgiveness."

With every ounce of sincerity I could muster I pleaded for forgiveness
from Kim, promising that I was doing my best to comply with her every
wish and that I would try as though my life depended on it to please
her in ways that she couldn't yet imagine. Ii would struggle to
perform for her exactly as she wanted without her even having to ask.

"I will overlook this transgretion just this once only because I am in
a hurry and I don't want to work up a sweat beating your ass. However
rest assured that should I feel like punishing you later you have
merely been granted a short reprieve. Now show me gratitude for the
mercy I have bestowed on you.

Once again I prostated myself before this amazing girl and kissed her
shoes as if there was no tommorrow, which there might not be if she
was not completely satisfied with my performance. She tilted her shoe
slightly and I was able to stuggle to lick her soles, abasing myself
once again as Karen recorded the moment.

Without my cock harness on, the degradation I was feeling while
licking her soul sent me over the edge as I came on the kitchen floor.

"Enough," Kim stated, as she kicked me away. Observing the mess I
made, she smiled and spit right in the middle of it. "On your back!" I
rolled on my back and she proceeded to step in the goo and then on my
face. I hungrily lapped at her shoe until she was satisfied the slop
was all gone.

The collar and cock harness were then attached along with the cock
leash. I was then allowed to put my clothes back on. I had to leave my
fly open an inch or so to allow the leash to pass through.

"Now Karen and I both celebrtated our 18th birthday last week and it's
time for you to take us out and get us a present. So get your money
and credit cards together, lets go I'm hungry and we are going to stop
at the diner for breakfast first"

I was back in a flash, and crawled out to the Infiniti in the garage
where the girls were waiting. On the way to the diner, Kim tugged on
the leash and rested her feet in my lap. From the back seat Karen
rubbed her saddle shoes all over my head. I was in heaven once again
but the cock harness was preventing any relief from the torment. We
stopped at a red light and a car pulled up beside us. As the couple
looked over at us, Kim raised her foot and said "Lick it" while
tugging on the cock leash. I knew better then to delay and began
licking Kim's sole right in front of this couple. Karen was laughing
hysterically from the back at the situation.

"I can't imagine what you will have him doing after a week." Karen
said as we continued to the diner.

Once there, Kim led me from the car by the leash, thankfully I was
allowed to walk instead of crawl. We were showed a table and all was
well as Kim ordered for me and we awaited the food. She ordered me
oatmeal and when it came, declared it to hot. She pulled the bowl over
to her side and Karen and Kim took turns spitting in it much to the
disbelief of the people at the table across from us.

"Would you like it mixed in?" she asked. "No thank-you Godess Kim." I
repied. She gave me the bowl back and I carefully scraped the spittel
off the top and once again savored it like it was a feast for a king.
The other table was now a mix between disgust and laughter. I was
about to take a drink when I felt a tug that told me to stop. Kim took
my glass along with hers, and headed to the bathroom with Karen. They
returned shortly and placed the two glasses in front of me.

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

"Thank you Godess Kim." I reached out for one of the glasses
containing what I knew to be her golden nectar. "I can never thank you
enough for the privledge you now bestow on me Godess Kim." I closed my
eyes and slowly drank her waste product as if it were a rare wine. The
other table was just about over the edge when Kim took a spoonful of
the slop, crossed her legs so one was hanging slightly out in the
aisle, and plopped the slop right on the patent leather of her
maryjane. Without hesitation, I got out from me seat, knelt before my
goddess and begged for permission to clean her shoe. After several
humbling efforts to convince her, Kim granted me permission to clean
her shoe. I returned to the table and washed it down with the other
glass of her precious fluid. Finished, Kim now led me by the leash out
of the diner.

We left the diner and headed off to the Stanford shopping mall. Kim
was quiet on the drive, perhaps reflecting on the public events that
had just taken place. It seemed as if she were born for the role of
dominatrix. She had taken to it almost immediatly and now seemed to
actually relish her new position. She was looking for more and more
ways to demonstrate her control and power over me. I, on the other
hand, could not believe how strong my desire to submit to her had
become. I had never experienced anything approaching the level of
sexual arousal I derived from my submission. Maybe it was the fact
that her domination was no game. In any case, we were discovering that
we were perfect for the roles we were taking. In fact, they weren't
roles, it was as if we found are calling in life. I had always
fantasized about submission, but I never thought I would actually
enjoy the real life experience. Now I was discovering the real thing
was pleasure beyond anything my wildest fantasies had ever produced. I
wondered how far this would all take me, and where it would end. Was
Kim having some of these same thoughts?

We arrived at the posh shopping mall and I walked behind the girls as
Kim held my leash. The thin rawhide was not that noticeable but
occasionally someone would notice and snicker at my predicament. The
shame I felt when they discovered my plight stirred my cock to total
arrousal. Damn the cock harness biting into the base of my cock. This
ever present arousal however, caused a constant stream of pre-cum to
leak out making the choice of my light tan pants a poor one. The stain
would only draw attention to the leash. I was helpless however, in
controlling my arousal.

As we strolled along, Kim was discussing that she needed to come up
with a name for me. Mr. Conway simply would not do. She felt that
perhaps Slave Shoelicker would be appropriate, and so I became Mr.
Slave Shoelicker. The girls enjoyed their fun, talking about me as if
I wasn't there, but now it was time to shop.

In honor of my new name, we first stopped in a shoe store. Kim picked
out several different styles of maryjanes, both patent and mat finish
in black, white, and even a pink pair she found in her size. She also
picked out a pair of leather keds for comfort around the house. Karen,
on the other hand, picked out several varieties of the saddle shoes
she enjoyed, in black/white, red/white, pink/white, green/white and
yellow/white. Karen also went for some spiked heels, and strappy
sandals. As the girls were trying on the shoes, Kim would occasionally
ask "Would you enjoy licking the dirt off these shoes Slave
Shoelicker?" This of course was said right in front of the sales woman
for proper effect. I would always respond "Yes Goddess Kim." At least
the sales woman was discrete and would just smile and shake her head.
When she found out that we would be buying all twenty or so pairs that
the girls tried on, she was a little more impressed.

The next stop was a Victoria Secret type store. Kim's tastes were
rather simple. Only cotton panties and socks. She did however pick up
several pairs of anklets in a variety of colors. Karen once again went
with a more sophisticated style. Frilly anklets, thigh highs, silks,
nylon, and nite clothes. Karen had model looks, and could wear
anything or nothing and rate a top ten in anyones opinion. The sales
woman remarked several times that she knew an agent who would be
interested in meeting her if she was interested in modelling. The
sales woman also noticed the leash that Kim was holding and asked if I
was her dog.

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

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

Kim crossed her legs and gently started swinging her foot. I felt a
tight tug on the leash and fell to my knees in front of my Goddess. I
lowered my head to the floor below her swinging foot.

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

"Please allow me the priviledge of abasing myself at your feet,
Goddess Kim. I would consider it the greatest honor if you would allow
me to lick the dirt from your shoe. There is no more joyful act that I
could hope to perform in my worthless life then to perform this honor
for you."

Kim tugged on the leash and I contorted myself to get at the sole of
her shoe which was barely six inches off the ground. Once again I was
lost in the ecstasy that this humiliating act brought about. The
experience was orgasmic even though I was prevented from cumming by my
cock harness. I dont know how long this scene went on, but a tug on
the leash brought me out of my trance and it was time to leave. Karen
spent over 1000 dollars on her own here.

As we continued to stroll the mall the girls were talking amongst
themselves about how far they could go before my credit limit ran out.
Karen wanted to ask, but Kim was unconcerned. We stopped in several
other stores and spent several thousand more when Kim decide it was
time to leave. Karen wanted to continue, as it appeared she could shop
all day and night. It was agreed they would stop in one more store
before we left. Karen picked a jewelery store. After browsing around
for a while Kim came up with an idea. "Slave Shoelicker, since we are
here in honor of our 18th birthdays, you will decide what to buy us
here." Karen was immediatly disappointed. She felt she would be
cheated out of a real coupe.

I decided to start with Karen. I knew her tastes were sophisticated
and expensive. When I picked out The diamond stud earings for three
thousand dollars, her eyes lit up and she gasped. While she and Kim
were admiring the earings I picked out a ruby, emerald and diamond
tennis bracelet that went for twenty-five thousand. Karen was
flabergasted as she hugged Kim. She was immediatly talking about
evening wear she needed to get so she could wear the bracelet. She
even hinted that I might be entitled to a reward for my choice, but
Kim cut her off on that topic.

Now I must decide for Kim. This would be a little more difficult. I
didn't want to disappoint her, yet she did not have expensive tastes.
After looking around for a while I selected a simple gold ankle
bracelet. With my heart pounding with apprehension I held out the
bracelet for Kim to see. A slight smile crossed her lips, and she
moved her foot forward and pointed her toe in a dancers pose. I sank
to my knees and kissed her shoe, my face almost to the ground. I
kissed her foot several times as I was in no hurry. Perhaps because
she was pleased she allowed me to continue placing loving kisses on
her shoe. Not wanting to carry on beyond the honor Kim bestowed, I
moved back slightly, still bent over practically lying on the floor at
her feet, and put the bracelet on. I boldly took the liberty and
kissed her ankle, the highest point that I had ever achieved. I backed
away and lowered my forehead to the ground at her feet. She left me
there while she and Karen admired the bracelet, then tugged the leash
and it was time to leave.

On the way home we stopped at an exercise equipment store. I had a
stairmaster at home, but Kim decided we needed two so they could both
exercise at the same time. once at home the girls decided to head back
to their houses to get some necessary things for the rest of the
weekend.

Before leaving, Kim attached the handcuffs and anklecuffs, and
attached my collar to my cock harness with the short link chain
causing me to ball up on the floor. She then took her socks off and
stuffed them in my mouth. She placed her maryjane over my nose and
tied it in place. This was sure to keep me in total aroused
frustration until they returned. "Don't get into any trouble while
we're gone." Karen joked as they left.

Once again I was bound helpless, unable to move. There was no telling
when the girls would return. This time provided a great opportunity to
contemplate things, for lack of anything else to do to occupy the
time. I tried to think about where I was in my life, where I had been,
and where my life was going. Just a short time ago I was married, with
a kid on the way. My pregnant wife was killed on a business trip by a
lousy package delivery truck driver. I had come to terms with the
loss, and the settlement netted me 6.5 million. I was a savy investor
and had turned that into 9 million with the bull markets run. I had a
great job at a silicon valley firm that paid well. I had everything I
needed except a woman companion, but I couldn't quite see any woman
taking my wife's place. I don't think I could start over in an equal
relationship. I had always had submissive desires but no real ambition
to persue them while I was happily married. Perhaps because I could
never replace my wife, these submissive tendensies grew over the last
year. Still, I would never had persued them outside of a fantasy life
until yesterday. Which leads me to my current situation.

There was no doubt that Kim had struck a nerve in me. I had never
experienced sexual pleasure anywhere remotely close to the hieghts
that I reached in the last day with Kim. The level of intensity was
way beyond anything I could imagine a day ago. Yet I don't think it
was who Kim was but what she was that had struck the nerve. Yes she
was beautiful, but I had plenty of opportunities with beautiful women
in the last year and none of that interested me. There certainly were
more beautiful women apenty yet I knew no one would ever take me where
Kim had. Which leads me to where my life is going.

I wondered exactly how much control I actually had over my life now. I
felt that I really had the ultimate control over my life, and I would
be able to put it back to where it was just as soon as Kim was
satisfied I had paid my pennance. But was I kidding myself? Had I lost
control over the destiny of my life? Here I was, bound, a pair of
dirty socks stuffed in my mouth, and a shoe attached to my face. The
fragrance of Kim's feet constantly on my mind. The result of which was
the most incredible hard on I could imagine. Would anybody who had any
hope of gaining control of their life allow themselves to be in this
position. In fact, I had a continuous hard on since I agreed to be
Kim's slave. Was I loosing control of my life to my dick?

The girls returned with their stuff and some chinese food. It was late
afternoon and I hadn't eaten lunch. They decided to eat in the kitchen
and Kim came into the livingroom to unhook the chain connecting my
collar to my cock harness. "Come to dinner" she said. But she left my
handcuffs attached to my anklecuffs. This made it very difficult to
move, so I wormed my way to the kitchen. Karen laughed as I came
around the corner with the shoe attached to the middle of my face.

"Are we hungry Mr. Shoelicker? Today you are also shoe sniffer. Oh
looks like the cats got your tongue, or is it the socks?" Karen mused.

Kim got up and removed the shoe and socks. I bent down and commenced
passionately kissing the maryjane that was now beside me.

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

Kim put the bowl down on the floor with a mixture of rice with chicken
and broccoli. "Would you care for something to drink?"

"Yes, Goddess Kim"

Kim raised her pleated skirt and lowered her white cotton panties. She
squatted over the bowl and let out a stream of pee. Evidently she
hadn't gone to the bathroom for quite some because it was pungent and
she went on so long she filled the bowl and it spilled onto the floor.
She sat back down and remarked "I appear to have soiled some on my
shoes."

With my cuffed hands attached to my cuffed feet, I slithered along on
my belly till I reached Kim's shoes. Her legs wre stretched out and
crossed at the ankles, giving me a good angle from my position flat on
my belly with legs bent back at the knees to meet my hands.

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

"Yes you may but be quick about it." I lapped at her shoes as quickly
as I could, careful though to ensure that nothing was missed. I wanted
those shoes to shine as brite as they were when Kim wore them out of
the store this morning.

It was apparent that my bonds would not be released for me to eat, so
I wormed my way back to the bowl licking up every drop of Kims golden
wine along the way. The pleasure was once again unreal. To be on my
belly, on the floor, in front of my Goddess, lapping up her bodily
waste, was pleasure beyond description Even with the cock harness
attached, I felt as though I were experiencing multiple orgasm. I felt
just the way one feels the split moment before ejaculation, only the
feeling continued on and on because the harness prevented release. I
moved to the bowl, slowly drinking my way down to the food, lost in my
ecstacy.

I was brought back to reality by Kim who was undoing my bonds. I was
to be given a reprieve to allow me to clean up after dinner. The girls
went to relax in the livingroom. Just then the doorbell rang. It was
around five o'clock and I wondered who it might be. Kim got the door
and apparently was letting someone in. It was the fella delivering the
stairmaster. She was telling him to take it to the den which would
take him right by the kitchen. I was in a panic. I could slip out into
the garage, but what would Kim think? I was under orders to clean the
kitchen and I must follow them completely and without hesitation or
risk the crop, or worse. He I was, naked except for the slave collar
and the cock harness and leash. My dick was sticking straight up
leaking pre-cum, and my balls were separated and protruding in an
unnatural way due to the harness. I looked rediculous.

There he was, he stopped dead in his tracks. "Who is that?" directed
at Kim which was lucky since I am forbidden to talk.

"That is Slave Shoelicker." Kim replied.

Ha ha ha. "Does he lick shoes?"

"Among other things" Kim said matter of factly.

"Can I see him do it?"

"He hasn't earned the priviledge to lick my shoes at this time but,
Karen, do you think Slave Shoelicker is deserving enough to lick your
shoes?" Kim asked.

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

My heart racing yet again, I got down on my belly and slithered into
the livingroom. Karen was on the couch wearing a clingy pink top that
exposed her perfect stomach, tight hot pink shorts, and frilly pink
anklets to match the pink/white saddle shoes. Her long blond hair was
back in a pony tail held in place by a pink velvet scrunchie. To put
it mildly, she looked like the most desirable woman alive today.

Prostrate before her, I begged her to allow me the great honor of
licking her shoes. The delivery guy was hysterical as I abased myself
to a new low. After a few minutes of pleading for the priviledge,
Karen relented and said I could clean the soles. Closing my eyes to
drink in all the fantastic stimulation this degrading act sent through
my sensory system, I humbled myself before this beautiful woman. I
licked as though her sole was the sweetest ice cream in the world.
Savoring the pleasure shockwaves that came with each lick. Although
this might have been viewed as even more hilarious then the begging
scene, the man was no longer laughing. Kim directed him to complete
his delivery and leave as I continued licking Karen's shoes.

Kim shut the door behind the delivery man who didn't utter a word on
the way out, and returned to the living room. "Well it looks like you
have become the envy of the delivery force Slave Shoelicker."

"Did you see the hard on he got when Slave Shoelicker started making
love to my shoes?" Karen asked.

"No doubt he would have traded places without a moments hesitation"
Kim remarked.

The girls relaxed in the living room while I continued, lost in my own
world of ecstacy grovelling before this trully beautiful woman. Kim
congradulated Karen for the way in which she controlled me in front of
the delivery man. It was her first real attempt at exercising her
control over me, and she was going to be a fast learner.

It was just after six o'clock, and Kim decided to take a bath in the
jacuzzi tub. She headed upstairs to the master bath and called after
me, "Come along Slave Shoelicker, and be quick about it."

Before I tore myself away from Karen's shoes, I knew I needed to thank
her for allowing me to spend such a long time licking the soles of her
lovely new saddle shoes. "Lady Karen, I am most grateful to you that
you should be so considerate and grace me with the heavenly task of
suplicating myself before your feet. I only hope that someday I may be
worthy of such an honor, for I know now that the priviledge is only
granted by virtue of your infinite kindness." I placed one adoring
kiss to the very tip of her shoe and squirmed away on my belly.

"You have done well today, and have come a long way in the past 24
hours. I believe even your Goddess may be somewhat pleased. However,
she will expect continued improvement in your performance or you will
regret the day you were born. For I'm sure you have seen she is
capable of extreme cruelty if disappointed in the least." Karen
cautioned.

I crawled as fast as I could up the stairs to the master bath. Kim was
sitting in the wicker chair reading one of the femdom papers from my
stash. I lay before her, my head down at her feet. "These so called
mistresses are far to leanient and allow way to much leway in a so
called slave's behavior. I hope you don't think you would get away
with behaving as the men in these articles do. I can assure you that
any transgretion on your part will result in punishment so severe you
will never forget it. I regret that I let you off so easy in the
caning you received yesterday. I can promise you that next time I will
show no mercy."

I knew Kim meant every word she said. Perhaps she went easy yesterday
because she was so new to her new position in life, perhaps only
because I was so new and had much to learn of what was expected.
Either way, I knew full well that she would follow through with her
promise and the thought of further punishment at her hands brought
shudders of fear to mind. I believe she even noticed me quiver as I
lay at her feet.

"Run the bath." Kim ordered.

Quickly I was kneeling over the bath and beginning the preparation.
Kim handed me the expensive bubble bath that she purchased at the mall
today. Once I was satisfied the water was set just right I returned to
my goddess' feet. "You will undress me for my bath, slave."

I rose to my knees to look at my Goddess. She was dressed in the same
clothes she had on when she walked through my front door yesterday. A
white shirt, a short pleated skirt, white anklets, and patent leather
maryjanes. The only addition was the simple ankle bracelet that I
picked out for her today. She looked every bit the innocent
schoolgirl, if an amazingly stunning one at that. No one could
possibly fathem that behind this innocent facade lived a girl capable
of extreme wickedness and cruelty. There was a new aura developing
around her. Her face portrayed this supreme aire of arrogant
confidence that made it irresistable. She held herself as a woman with
no peers. I wondered how I had changed since our first meeting, and
whether it was as pronounced as the change in Kim. I wish that I could
ask Kim for I was sure she was even more atuned to the changes in me
than I was in her.

Reverently I approached on my belly and placed a kiss to the tip of
her shoe. A kiss to the silver buckle and then gently undid the strap.
She raised the shoe just enough for me to cup the heel and remove it.
The intoxicating fragrance of the leather and her foot sweat hit my
nostrils and I had to use all my concentration to keep from getting
lost in the nirvanna that was overcoming me. The pre-orgasmic feeling
had returned to my cock, and I had now come to realize that the cock
harness merely intesified this feeling by preventing the release that
would relieve it all.

Placing the shoe on the floor, once again I kissed the tip, basking in
my degradation. The same ritual was performed for the other maryjane
and now I gazed upon those perfect feet in their simple white anklets.
I boldly moved to kiss the bracelet, careful not to linger to long at
my Goddess' ankle, and removed the bracelet, placing it on the nearby
table. Reaching out with both hands I slowly and with great care
removed the anklets, revealing the most perfect feet I could ever
imagine. "I will grant you the opportunity to clean my feet, but if
you take that liberty , tomorrow you will pay for the priviledge, and
you will be paying for a very long time."

I didn't know exactly what price I would pay, but I knew that if Kim
chose to warn me, then it was a very high price indeed. Kim would not
accept delay in my decision and I knew I would pay any price to put my
lips to her magnificent feet. Without any movement on my part Kim knew
my decision, as she raised those perfect dancer's legs to allow me
easy access to her feet. For a second I shuddered at the thought of
what price I would pay, but as the perfume of her foot hit my brain I
was once again lost in my task, relishing my moment as truly the
luckiest man on the earth. I took a moment to drink in the fragrance
and my mouth began to water. I placed my lips on her toes and gently
sucked each one. The taste was indescribable. Infinitely more
wonderful than anything I experienced before. The pre-cum oozing from
my penis was joined with some cum as I had earth shattering orgasm
after orgasm, forcing minute amounts of jism through in spite of the
biting cock harness. The taste of the funky crevices between her toes
took me once again to new heights. My task complete, I was totally
drained, unable to move. Kim seemed to sense this as she continued to
read the articles on femdom.

She then stood and turned for me to undo the pleated skirt. She
stepped out of it and turned for me to unbutton her shirt. From my
position kneeling on the floor, I looked up at her eyes and she down
at mine. I saw in her eyes the most perfect creature that ever lived.
Some day perhaps she will tell me what she saw in mine. We
communicated in that moment, Her eyes told me that there was nothing
that she wasn't capable of asking of me, and my eyes told her that I
knew. Would I be capable though of complying?

Kim undid her own bra and panties, turning the panties inside out and
placing the crotch over my nose. "I've worn these for two days now so
enjoy." I knew that this was as close as I would probably get to her
devine shrine.

Seeing Kim naked for the first time through the panties leg holes, I
marveled at just her perfect her body was. While Karen had the model
looks, Kim had that of an athlete, although it was by no means
overmuscular, just perfect. Her ass and legs were so well toned, it
was beyond amazing. I wondered what she did to keep in such perfect
shape.

She entered the tub and began to soak as I relished the sweet aroma of
her young womanhood, enraptured once again by this amazing teen vixen.

As Kim soaked in the tub, I knelt in silence and marvelled at her
magnificient body. Kim began to shave her legs, and stretched her leg
straight up in the air. It was so well toned, so limber. Not an ounce
of fat or cellulite. And when she extended her foot and pointed her
toe like that of a gymnast, I was fascinated by her grace and beauty.
Truly the most glorious legs I had ever seen. Just then the phone
rang. Kim answered, "Hello. ... No, I'm sorry, but Don Conway doesn't
live here anymore. ... You have the right number but there is no Don
Conway here. Click.

My mind started racing with thoughts of what I had done. It was clear
to me now that I was loosing control of my life. I could live with
public humiliation before strangers, but I never expected Kim to take
my punishment to people that I knew. How far would it go? Perhaps she
had no intention of playing it as a game.

Kim was washing her silky brown hair when she broke me from my
contemplation with new orders. She reached out to undo the harness,
brushing my penis ever so slightly. I started to moan as I was about
to cum from the fantastic sensations. "If you dare I will whip you 100
times!" I bit my lip and teettered on the brink. "Shower and shave and
don't you dare attempt release."

I crawled out as quickly as I could to remove the sight of my Goddess'
perfect form as she contiued washing her hair which exposed her shiney
wet breasts, rather small, but as firm as any I'd seen and perfect in
my eyes.

I showered and shaved as close as I could. I replaced my collar around
my neck and crawled back to the master bedroom. Kim was in the midst
of getting dressed. She had on a short white/pink pleated skirt, white
shirt, and white anklets with just a touch of pink lace trim that
attracted attention to her lovely legs and feet. She sat on the bed
and called to me "Come here." I crawled up to her feet placing my head
to the ground before them paying proper homage, yet stealing a close
up view of the breathtaking sight before my eyes.

"Stand up." I stood and Kim reattached the cock harness and leash.
Without hesitation I dropped back down to my subserviant position
before my Goddess. "Get the shoes sitting on the chair." I retrieved
the shoes. They were the new patent pink maryjanes. There was
something about the young girl innocence the pink color represented
that intensified the degrading acts I was and surely would be
performing. The pink made it clear that physical strength had
absolutely nothing to do with power and control Kim excersized over
me, and that her domination was total and complete.

Kissing the tips of the shoes I prepared to begin the wonderful task
of placing them on Kim's perfect feet. She extended her foot in that
dancers point which accentuated the the incredibly toned muscles of
her leg and caused my heart to race at the magnificent sight. I bent
to kiss the tip of her pointed toe and placed the maryjane on her
foot. I repeated the process with the other shoe, then worshipfully
placed a single passionate kiss to the tip of each maryjane, putting
more feeling behind it than any kiss I had given before in my life.
Kim had me add the ankle bracelet which further drew attention to her
feet and legs.

Kim went to the closet and selected clothing for me. She picked out a
custom tailored suit and shirt my late wife had me get for meetings I
would run before the CEO of the company I worked for. My wife believed
in dressing for success and it certainly worked for me. The tailored
shirt and italian shoes completed the outfit, and Kim had me loop the
cock leash through the belt loops stating "I dont want to have to hold
your leash all night, but heaven help you if you dont heel as if I
were holding it."

Downstairs we met Karen who was a sight to behold. She wore a very
short black miniskirt, tight pale yellow top and matching pale yellow
thigh highs which were ruffled on top. She had frilly white anklets
over the thigh highs and four inch pale yellow heels. The diamond
earings and tennis bracelet completed the outfit which potrayed her as
utterly drop dead gorgeous. Her nails were done with red polish to
match the ruby color in the bracelet.

"My are you quite a handsome man!" exclaimed Karen as I appeared. I
was thirty-six years old about six foot 180 lbs. Dark hair with just a
touch of grey at the temples. It would have been no surprise as I had
been described as quite handsome before, but coming from this
unbelievably beautiful woman who had taken part in my degradation over
the past day, did take me aback. Kim ever alert for something that
might raise my self esteem cut in. "Greet Lady Karen properly Slave
Shoelicker."

I slithered over to Karen and began placing kisses to her heels. She
evidently was in a hurry to get going as she too quickly ended my task
and headed for the car taking her glorious body away leaving me there
only to wish for what might have been.

We were heading to a club in a posh neighborhood that the girls had
sometimes frequented. It would probably contain many young rich kids
out for a fun saturday nite. As we arrived I was once again reminded
to act as if on a very short leash. We went in and I followed just a
step behind my Goddess, heeling properly. Kim went up to the bar and
ordered a mineral water with two glasses. Just then a young guy came
up and asked "Hey little girl can I buy you a drink?" Kim shot him a
disapproving glance and ignored the comment.

The fellow continued the losing battle, "Who is he," glancing at me,
"are you taken?"

"He belongs to me and I'm never taken, now get lost and take your game
where you might have might have a chance." Kim shot out as the
bartender returned with the drinks. Kim turned to leave and I quickly
paid for the drink and hurried off after her.

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

Kim selected a table near the dance floor. I stood and poured some
water into her glass. "Sit down." she said. Karen had immediatly
headed for the dance floor where all the guys were fighting to dance
with her.

"I will allow you to talk freely tonight." Kim stated as I sat,
shocked. She continued, "You really are an attractive man, easily the
most handsome here," as she glanced around. "Last week you could have
had your pick of the woman here. You easily can portray yourself as a
man who has looks, wealth and power. Do you still consider yourself a
man?"

I truly did not know as I sat silent. I believe Kim knew my thoughts
as she didn't press for an answer. "What do you want?" I asked.

"I want it all." she replied. And there was no need for me to press
for a further answer, for I knew what she meant. I wanted to ask what
she wanted from her 'relationship' with me, but wasn't 'man' enough to
ask, so we sat and looked out at the dance floor.

Karen had taken up with the best guy out there. Boy was she amazing!
Perhaps that cheeleading practice had paid off, because she was an
incredible dancer. She moved with such a high level of energy and
intensity, yet this just amplified her attractiveness and all eyes,
male and female, were on her. It was quite possible that everyone
there wanted her. "She is something isn't she?" kim asked.

"Yes," I found myself saying without even thinking. I , myself
captivated by Karen as she moved so suductively. "She is in her
element right now, her beauty shines as bright as the sun and everyone
is helplessly attatcted to her," continuing my thoughts on auto pilot.

"That's quite an astute obsevation," noted Kim, and bringing me back
to realization. "It should be clear to you that all the questions you
want to ask me could be answered by yourself if you would allow
yourslf to be honest." Once again I was amazed at how much she knew
about me, and I knew she was right, but my conscious mind was afraid
to let me give myself an honest answer.

After dancing at a breakneck pace for quite some time, Karen came to
the table, glissening with radiance that the perspiration generated.
She brought Mr. Rich Kid with her. The guy was about 25, gold Rolex,
Ralph Lauren attire, obviously the son of a silicon valley CEO who had
millions, and sonny boy felt that it made him a big man.

Karen ordered water and Kid got a beer. He was doing his best to get
at Karen who was playing it nonchallant. Kim and I just sat back to
watch. He kept reaching out for Karen, who would slap his hand away.
He was clearly captivated by her and assumed she would fall at his
feet as so many others had. We kept hearing of his money, his porsche,
his house in the hiils, as he continued to "impress" Karen.

He kept after her for a kiss, and Karen kept brushing it off.

"Just a little kiss, it won't hurt. All my women kiss me on the first
date, or try to," he machoed on.

Finally Karen had had enough. "You want a kiss, kiss my foot."

"Hey baby, I don't do that, but maybe later I'll make an exception for
you." As he continued to manuver for a kiss.

"No, you want a kiss, kiss my foot now!"

"Later, I promise."

"Do it now." as Karen became more forcefull.

"O.K. lets take it out to my car, darling. take it easy."

"No, kiss my foot now, right here, or get lost. I'm tired of your
little games. If you want to kiss me, do it now!"

"Alright, just silde your foot under the table."

Karen was tired of this little game and was tiring of the kid. "Get on
the floor! Now!" The kid wanted deperately to do it. He was looking at
Karen's legs in those thigh highs with the frilly anklets. Her legs
were amazing. I could see the bulge growing as he stared at her feet.
He licked his lips. Would his pride prevent him from doing what his
dick so desperately wanted to do? He got down on one knee.

"On your back!" Karen ordered.

He would do it. He would do anything to kiss her feet. As he was about
to get on his back, Karen took his beer and spilled it all over the
floor, giving him one more chance to let his pride recover and save
his reputation. He lay on his back in the beer. Karen got up, drawing
what attention which had not already been focused on her. She raised
her heel.

"Take your shoe off please." the kid asked meekly. But Karen brought
her foot down on his face. She pressed down and twisted it, smashing
his lips into his teeth, but the kid didn't resist. Hoots and cheers
spang up throughout the place. Karen removed her foot and told the kid
to get lost. He quickly got up and was about to get out of there asap,
his face beet red, when Karen said, "Thank me for the kiss."

He stopped and turned, perhaps hoping she didn't want him to leave,
and said, "Thank you Karen."

"GO!" was Karen's only reply.

Hoots and hollers continued, along with shouts of "more, more!" Karen
sat down, basking in the attention she was receiving. She suddenly
raised her foot up to me, inches from my face where I was sitting. I
knew what to do. I closed my eyes, thinking of the incredible sight
before me, those magnificent legs, the pale yellow thigh highs, the
irresistable frily anklets, and the four inch heels. I reverantly
lapped at the sole of her heel, drinking in the humiliation of being
put on display before the crowd.

Suddenly, her foot was gone. I opened my eyes and Karen said, "Remove
my shoe." I slowly removed her shoe, kissing it and placing it on the
table before me. My senses were invaded by a fantastic oder. Karen had
danced with abandon and her foot was wet with sweat. It had soaked
through her thigh highs and frilly anklets. I reeled with pleasure,
taking deep breaths of her foot before me, as the crowd in turn reeled
with laughter as I abased myself before this truly beautiful young
teen. Karen took off the frilly anklet and tossed it at me, landing on
my head. She held up her other shoe, allowing me one glorious lick of
her sole, and commanded me remove it as well. She took off the anklet
and again threw it, it landing on my head, hanging down between my
eyes, drawing more laughter. She held both her feet over my face and I
was overwelmed by the pungent smell of her soaking wet feet. The
incredibly strong smell and the complete degradation before the crowd
caused me to shudder with delight and total ecstasy. I moaned as I
realized her feet were taken away again, only to be greeted with the
command to "lick." With every ounce of devotion I had, I made love to
her feet, oblivious to the crowd that was out of control. A taste as
strong and utterly delightful brought me to new heights of pleasure. I
would be at Karen's feet for all eternity, as time completely
disappeared in the state of nirvanna that the sansations achieved.
Once again her feet were taken away, resulting in a look of sheer
disappointment on my face, raising the cat calls from the crowd.

"Leash!" Karen comanded. I undid the leash around my belt loops and
handed it to her. A sharp tug of the leash and I was before her on my
knees. "Put my shoes on." she said. I took her heels, kissing them
with all the feeling my heart could summon. I kissed the tip of her
beautiful foot and placed the heels on her feet. Another tug on the
cock leash, and I fell into her heel. She placed the tip between my
lips, and began to fuck my mouth. I sucked those four inch heels for
all I was worth, to Karen and the crowd's delight. After I had
dutyfully felated both heels, Karen pulled out and left me mouth
agape, waiting and hoping to be invaded again. She leaned forward,
took an anklet from my head, twirled it around over her head for
proper effect, and shoved it into my open mouth, expanding my right
cheek. Grabbing the other anklet, she repeated the process and shoved
it into my left cheek, making me look all the more rediculous if
possible.

Yanking me by the leash we proceeded to the middle of the dance floor.
The crowd circled round and Karen began dancing like never before. The
power that she eminated was incredible. The guys in the circle all got
on their knees, and even many of the girls. They each were hoping she
would take them down next. Every so otfen she would put her foot down
and I would have to scamper over and kiss it before it moved or
receive a viscious tug on the cock leash. As Karen tired of the game
she headed for the door dragging me behind on me hands and knees as
she received a standing ovation.

Kim greeted us at the door and the two teen vixens headed out to the
car, towing me along on my hands and knees by the cock leash. At the
car , Kim gave Karen a passionate kiss. She smiled with new admiration
at her pupil, who just yesterday had no interest in utilizing the
amazing power Kim knew she possessed. On my knees I opened the door
for them, then droping to the ground, I kissed the tips of Karen's
heels before she entered. My Goddess was standing before me as I lay
there on the cold ground. I wanted desperately to show her that she
was, and always would be my consuming passion. I wanted her to know
that the devotion I had shown to Karen would pale in comparison to
what I would give to her. I began sobbing at her feet, kissing her
pink patent maryjanes. Hoping that my liberty to speak feely still
existed I prepared to tell her how I felt. Even if the liberty had
been revoked, I would accept 1000 lashes to let her know. As I was
about to speak, Kim stated "It was Karen's night, Slave Shoelicker,
and you did well." Somehow Kim had read my thoughts. Once again I was
flabergasted. In just over a day it was becoming clear that she knew
more about me then perhaps I did about myself. I was now sobbing
uncontollably, not from disappointment, but from the happiness that I
was blessed with the honor of being able to serve this teen Goddess,
knowing full well that I was completely undeserving of such honor. I
vowed to strive, for as long as Kim would allow me in her graces, to
attempt to show her how utterly grateful I was that she bestowed this
gift upon me.

Kim got in the car, and I crawled in to drive off. "I believe we have
time for you to pay for the pleasures you received most undeservingly
tonight, Slave Shoelicker." Kim said. Indeed the pleasures were so
overwhelming, I was completely spent. I had now been at such a high
level of sexual arousal for so long, I was approaching exhaustion. I
had no idea what this "payment" would entail, as I followed Kim's
directions.

As we drove Kim had one foot in my lap, teasing me to ever higher
levels of frustration, and the other foot against my cheek. She
lightly grazed my face with the frilly pink trim of her anklet. At
every stop light I was free to gaze at Kim's beautiful feet. The
shiney pink leather, the white anklet, and the ankle bracelet. I
moaned with pleasure as I licked her shoe at every opportunity.

Kim told me to park the car in a strip mall along the way and I
wondered what was happening. It looked as if all the stores were
closed, when I noticed that one was not. I crawled around to let the
girls out and Kim took my leash and led us to a tatoo and piercing
store that was the only one open. As we entered, I was on my hands and
knees in proper heeling fashion behind my Goddess. The place had a
decidedly S & M motiff. Perhaps this is where Kim picked up the
implements last night. There was a woman dressed in all leather behind
the counter. She had a punk haircut and ring through her nose. The
outfit was completed with thigh high leather boots that said this was
one tough woman.

"I was just about to close up." she said.

"We'll make it worth your while, you can charge double." Kim stated.

"Sure, what will it be?"

"A little of everything, lets start with a tatoo." Kim said matter of
factly. My ears perked up as I wondered what was in store for me. The
woman, whose name appropriately was Dominique, led us to the back room
after she locked the front door.

"Is it for Mr. Beautiful here?" Dominique asked.

"It is for Slave Shoelicker." Kim replied, Dominique just laughed.

"I wouldn't mind having this pretty boy under me some time." Dominique
said, perhaps thinking that I might want to try a real Dominatrix
instead of some little girl playing games. Kim just ignored her
looking around at the displays.

"I could do a heart with a "my girl" scene and your name inscribed in
it. It would look good on those biseps."

"No, I want "property of Goddess Kim" on his butt." Kim said as
Dominique look on somewhat shocked. I began to feel a little light
headed, and my ears suddenly got hot. My heart started pounding as it
sunk in that I was being marked. I thought back to Kim reminding me of
a price I would have to pay.

"Strip!" Kim comanded, and I jumped to the task assigned.

"How does a nice little girl like you get Mr Fortune here to act like
that. I've been at it for over ten years and I still can't get them to
jump to it like he did?" Doninique asked with new found respect.

"Perhaps sometime I will let you know." Kim replied.

"Up on the table." Dominique said, as I sat there gazing at my
Goddess. Kim waited a moment and then there was a slight nod of her
head. I responded immediately and was up on a table resembling that
which you would find in a doctor's office. Kim took a seat in a chair
facing me and raised her foot to my face. From my angle I could see
her entire leg and the white cotton panties she was wearing. From the
corner of my eye I could see Dominique looking as well, as I detected
a gasp from her at the sight of Kim's leg. I began licking the sole of
Kim's maryjane, once again putting all my energy and thoughts into the
devine task.

"Amazing." Dominique remarked at the devotion I displayed at the feet
of my Goddess. She got out a topical solution to numb the area and
mask some of the pain.

"Nothing for the pain." Kim said.

"He doesn't look drunk and this will hurt quite a bit." she advised.

"Nothing." Kim repeated as Dominique wondered if I would speak up to
advise otherwise, but I was lost in my efforts at Kim's feet,
oblivious to what went on around me.

Dominique comensed the tatooing and was shocked to see that I barely
responded to the pain. About halfway through, Kim removed her foot.
Suddenly the pain was excrutiating. Dominique stopped, but Kim ordered
"Continue." I winced in agony, but my Goddess raised her other foot
and presented me with her sole to clean. I became serene once again as
my mind drifted into the sublime state that only Kim could take me.

The tatoo finished, Kim stood to admire the inscription on my right
ass cheek. The process was repeated with my name, Slave Shoelicker,
added to my left cheek.

"Alright, not bad," Dominique remarked as she finished, "Anything else?"

"I'd like to get my belly button pierced." Kim said. And Dominique
prepared for the job. Once again Kim waived off the numbing solution,
and I watched as a small gold ring was added to Kim's magnificent
tummy.

"One for Mr. Shoelicker here," after Kim's ring was attached. A
stainless steel ring was put through my belly button and then Kim
simply said "Both nipples." The words rang in my ears as my mutilation
continued. That painfull chore completed, I felt sure we would be
through.

"This next one must be placed right." Kim instucted. "I want a ring
attached to the skin just behind the ball sac, at the base."

I was now completely numb. Where would it end?

"On your back and put your feet over your head, with your knees on
either side of your head." I contorted into this rediculous position
with my ass sticking straight up in the air. Kim pointed to the skin
between my ball sac and my anus. A ring was inserted right at the base
of the sac.

I was told to roll over, feeling like the dog I was, and Kim removed
the cock harness from my very erect penis. She pointed to the
underside, right behind the head. I bit my tongue as yet another ring
was attached to my penis.

"There now." Kim said, and I sighed with relief believing we were
finally through. "Sodder them all so they are permanently attached."

I sat as the words sunk in. This was not to be easily undone. Clearly
the price to pay for my pleasures at the feet of these teens was not
to be insignificant by any means.

The soddering iron was brought out and my mutilation made permanent. I
was far to dizzy from the events taking place to feel any pain the
iron inficted. I sat there dazed once again, marveling at the depths
of which Kim was capable. Was there any limits to her what she was
prepared to put me through? Was there any limits to what I was
prepared to take, no, not take from her. Was there any limits to what
I craved for her to do to me?

"What about a ring through his nose?" suggested Dominique. "You could
leave it with a clasp so it can be used only when wanted."

"Very well." Kim answered, and a ring was inserted into the middle
septum of my nose. The pain was fierce from the sensitive position of
the puncture, but thankfully it was not soddered like the others, and
might be removed.

Kim reattached the harness to my cock and balls, then took out a small
padlock, and locked the cock harness to the steel ring at the base of
my ball sac. The leash back in place, I resumed my position. heeling
at Kim's feet. I was surprised at how little bleeding resulted from
the puntures, and all that I could feel now was the burning sensation
caused by the disinfectant applied to the rings.

Karen and Kim selected a few more items that the store had to offer
and were about to leave. Kim gathered up my clothes and tossed them in
a bag. She then produced a leather G-string and threw it at me. I
slipped it on yet still felt totally exposed. The small triangular
pouch didn't even cover my ever erect penis. The head with its new
ring attached protuded out the top.

With Kim leading me out the door, Dominique, who had been lavishing
praise upon her with suggestions that the might even work together and
learn from one another, turned to desperation. She offered Kim a
partnership in her enterprise. Kim smiled, thanking her for the offer
but said she wasn't interested. Even more desperate, Dominique, whose
tone had been tough as nails all night, became meek. "Godess Kim I
have often thought about exploring the submissive side of these
relationships in order to more fully understand them."

Kim turned and looked her in the eyes. Dominique returned the look for
a moment, then cast her eyes down. She could see the incredible sight
of Kim's legs. The short white/pink pleated skirt, white anklets with
pink lace trim, and the pink maryjanes. Such a stark contrast with the
black leather power look of Dominique's attire with her thigh high
leather boots. But appearances often deceive. Dominique sank to her
knees and crawled towards Goddess Kim. As she was about to reach Kim's
shoes and satisfy the overwhelming desire within her that only Kim
could ignite, Kim remarked, "Perhaps some other time."

Dominique groaned with disappointment, her desire to submit before Kim
had grown so profound. She began begging, using all the phrases her
lackys had used on her, only she was far more sincere, her desire to
submit beyond anything she'd seen.

"I think I have a tape you might be interested in studying," Kim said,
"You have just a touch of self respect left and are therefore
undeserving of the priviledge of suplicating before me."

Dominique promised to try and begged Kim to return to give her a second chance.

Kim walked out leading me by the leash. I felt completely exposed in
the G-string, the thong working its way up my ass as I crawled along.
The ride home was quiet as the day had been long and event filled. I
felt as if I had experienced a lifetime of sexual satisfaction even
though I had been comptetely denied release. We arrived home with all
ready for bed.

The phone was ringing as we entered and Kim answered it. She told them
to hold and handed my leash to Karen. My nerves sat on edge as I
wondered what Kim would tell this person. I was not to find out as
Karen led me to the master bedroom. Clearly it was not Kim's design
for me to know. The answering machine in the bedroom showed ten
messages and I chose not to think what that meant.

Kim arrived and prepared me for bed. My hands were cuffed behind my
back and Kim had me crouch down and put my cuffed hands under my butt.
She took the padlock and locked the cuffs to the ring at the base of
my scrotum. I would not be moving much tonight. Karen then decided to
tie her funky thigh highs around my head with the feet under my nose.
Her anklets were still stuffed in each cheek. Once again I was sure to
remain aroused all night.

The girls got in bed and I was treated to some of the most passionate
love making noises I had heard. After quite some time the girls
drifted off into a sound sleep, and I did the best I could on the
floor beneath them.

Despite my awkward position, I managed to sleep well, as I awoke to
the sounds of love making on the bed above. I lay there and tried to
remember my dreams of last night. I recalled one vivid dream involving
Karen, perhaps brought about by her stocking feet smell from the thigh
highs still tied under my nose. In the dream I was licking her feet
after a particularly intense basketball game in which she was leading
the cheers. I was allowed to progress at my own pace and had just
finished cleaning every nook and cranny of her delicious feet. I
licked my way up those marvelous legs, enjoying every inch. My cock
was unencumbered by the harness. I reached her devine temple and
slowly teased her into a delerious state. She came in torrents and
began peeing as she lost control in the waves of multiple orgasms
washing over her. I drank all I could as it cascaded over my face,
shuddering from my own orgasm of cataclismic proportions.

Kim woke me from my delightful daydream as I had reached the brink of
release again only to be denied by the cock and ball harness. She
dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, and carried a gym bad she had with
the stuff she brought with her yesterday. She removed the thigh highs
and anklets from my mouth and unlocked the cuffs from the steel ring
at the base of my sac. "Let's go I'm in a hurry." she said.

We drove quietly to a dance studio about fifteen minutes away. I was
still naked.(not choosing to count the G-string that amounted to
nothing) I parked and let Kim out, kissing her sneakers as she picked
up the leash and walked me into the studio. Luckily, it was still
early sunday morning and no one was around.

Inside Kim was greeted by a lovely woman dressed as a ballerina. She
appeared mid thirtyish but in incredible shape.

"Kim darling how are you? I see you have a foot man."

"Definitely not a foot man, foot slave would be stretching it. How are
you Chantelle?"

"Just fine dear. Why did you not tell me you had a foot man--- I mean
foot slave?"

"I picked him up only on friday."

"Nonsense, he is already branded with your mark, that takes quite some
time, and he seems well trained."

"He's not branded yet, though that may come," pointing at the tatoo on
my ass,"but I kid you not, his training commenced friday night.
Although I must admit I have dedicated far to much time and effort to
the worthless creature."

I prostrated myself before Kim, attempting to show total devotion and
servitude. The threat that she would cut back the time she so
benevelently spent with me was so diconcerting. I slowly slithered on
my belly till I reached her sneakers and pecked adoring kisses to
their tips.

"This is most impressive, darling, if you ever grow weary of him
please think of me to take him off your hands."

"I just got a similar offer last night, but I don't think she is up
for it anymore. Go greet Lady Chantelle, Slave Shoelicker."

I crawled up to this woman, obviously a well trained ballerina. She
extended her foot in a lovely point toe and placed it down just in
front of my nose. The slippers she was wearing were a ratty old pair
probably just used for practice. The smell was heavenly. I closed my
eyes and softly placed delicate kisses to the tip of her point toe.

"So repectful," Chantelle remarked, surprised by my performance. "And
you say just two days?"

"Yes."

"Darling you have more potential then the great mistresses of Paris,
and your slave here may have potential to match yours in quite the
opposite direction. We begin shortly, get ready."

Kim took out the cuffs and my hands were once again behind my back and
under my ass. Tightly secured to the ring by my scrotum insured I
would remain immobile. My Goddess undressed before me, tying her
sneaker to my face. I inhaled the now familiar scent of those
fantastic feet. She dressed in tight fitting spandex shorts and
matching spandex sports bra. Kim sat before me and added white anklets
and ballet slippers. For the next five or ten minutes she did
stretching exercises before me. Never before had I seen such graceful
movements. She would extend her leg over my head, putting her toe in
an extreme point. My eyes were about even with her knee. I could look
up at the perfect features of her calf and the most shapely foot on
the planet. As I looked down I saw her well toned and limber thigh.

Kim stood up and turned away to stretch her upper body. As she bent
forward her ass was thrust at my face. So well rounded, almost heart
shaped. Firm as any I'd seen, perfect in every way. My mouth watered
at such a magnificant sight. Would I someday be so lucky as to be near
it?

Chantelle returned and practice began. She shot me a look with a
snicker at my humiliating position. I sat in awe as I watch my Goddess
move so gracefully on the dance floor. Each move so fluid and
performed by her perfect body. Her face so serene and angelic, it was
impossible to imagine the wickedness she was capable of. I have no
idea how long she practiced as I was entranced by what I saw. My penis
stood at full mast saluteing my Goddess as she performed flawlessly.

With practice over, I bid good-bye to Chantelle, in the proper manner
of course, and we departed for home. There we met Karen who had
returned from cheerleading practice. The girls decided to get a real
good workout going on the stairmasters, so we headed for the den.

Before beginning they decided to have some fun with me. I was
relatively unencumbered, with just my slave collar and cock and ball
harness on. To my amazement, Kim released the harness and I was naked
but for the collar. Things didn't stay that way for long as my
handcuffs were added and once again I found myself with my hands
behind my back and under my ass. The cuffs were locked to the steel
ring at the base of my balls, and I was helpless again. For good
measure my ankles were cuffed. Then with a devious smile on her face
Kim appeared with two short chains. She attached one each to each of
my nipple rings. Kim pulled down on the chains and stretched to
connect them to the ring on the underside of my cock, just behind the
head. The chains were fairly short and I had to hunch forward or risk
ripping one of the rings out of a very tender spot. I was leaning
forward to the point I almost fell over on my face. I had to arch my
back, sticking my ass up and out to act as a counter ballance.

"Look at how his ass sticks out!" Karen exclaimed. "I think we should
put it to use before we workout."

"Excellent idea, Karen." Kim replied.

Karen returned with an old high heel. It looked to be at least four or
four and a half inches. She held it before me and I kissed it
passionately, attempting to smell Karen's fragrance as she moved it
around in front of my face, occasionally the opening appearing under
my nose. The sole was exposed to me and I lapped at it greedily. Karen
slowly pulled the heel away and I had to check myself as I leaned
forward to get at the object of my desire. She was now fucking my
mouth, and I sucked that heel with great effort, knowing it had once
graced Karen's foot. She took it away, removed her saddle shoes,
allowing me several worshipful licks before hand, and then put the
heel on.

She disappeared behind me and I wondered if we were through. Then I
felt something enter my ass. I realized Karen was fucking my ass with
the heel she had put on. She entered slowly but continued until the
heel was buried to the hilt in my ass. She twisted it around some and
I moaned with pleasure.

Kim slapped me in the face to bring me back momentarily from the
nirvanna state in which I was entering, she grabbed my chin and said
"Don't you dare cum!" gathering up all the flem and mucus she could,
Kim then spit in my face. It landed on my upper lip and I hugrily
reached out with my tongue for the tasty treat so generously offer
from my Goddess.

Karen was now fucking me good. Withdrawing almost all the way and then
ramming it home. She would have knocked me over on my face except with
each stroke I thrust my ass back to greet it. It must have been a
sight to behold since Kim had gotten the camcorder and laughed as she
documented my humiliating disgrace.

When Karen tired, she stopped, removing her foot but leaving the heel up my ass.

Kim surveyed the situation. With my hands cuffed just below my anus,
and the chain locked to the ring, I was able to hold the heel. Kim
summized that there was just enough leeway with the chain of the
handcuffs for me to move the heel about 3-4 inches back and forth. Kim
ordered me to continue, fucking myself with the heel. I must have
looked rediculous, moaning in pleasure as I rammed that heel, over and
over, up my ass.

The girls began their workout on the stairmaster. Kim was still
dressed in the spandex outfit she practiced in. She had just the white
anklets on her beautiful feet. Karen was in her cheerleading outfit
with just a pair of blue anklets on her feet. They had pretty yellow
lace trim to match the blue and yellow school colors. I continued on
with the heel and sat mesmerized by the unbelievable sight before me.

After a solid forty minutes, the teens ended their workout. They
looked magnificent, radiant from the glow they achieved. It was easy
to see why they looked so incredible.

Kim disappeared and returned with a glass of water and a package. She
stood before me looking so luscious in the sheen the sweat produced.
She tossed the package in front of me saying "These are the negatives,
you are free to go Don. All you have to do is ask me to set you free."

I was speachless, as I continued to fuck my ass with the heel, unable
to stop. The doorbell rang and Kim left to get it.

My parents appeared in the den, shocked at what they saw. For some
reason, I didn't react the way I expected. While I felt incredible
shame, on display like this, before my parents, shoving a heel up my
ass over and over again, I didn't wish that I could run and hide, and
I didn't mind that they saw me like this.

After some comotion, Kim got them to sit on the couch. She explained
to them that I was free to go, all I had to do was ask to be set free.

"How about it Don?" Kim asked, "Do you want me to let you go or do you
want another option?" I was silent, still stroking my ass. Karen was
filming once again.

"Let's see. another option. Hmmm. I know, you continue to be my slave.
What about that."

"yes," I whispered.

"Oh no you must convince me that I should let you be my slave."

"Donny, what are you doing. Get a hold of yourself." my father was saying.

"Tell them to go Donny, please." my mother pleaded.

Kim turned her back to me, as I began to plead from the deepest depths
of my soul for Kim to accept me as her slave. I summoned all the
sincerity and inner feeling I could muster. I begged with more passion
then humanly possible for Kim to grant the ultimate gift of utter and
complete slavery upon me. I knew full well that my life would cease to
exist, and I would be tranformed into something less then an animal,
and yet I renewed my efforts with greater emotion. Pleading and
begging at the top of my lungs I continued as Kim swayed her ass
before my face.

Continuing my plea, "Oh Goddess Kim, as unworthy as I am, I pledge to
unceasingly, with every ounce of stength and every fiber of my being,
to live each and every second with the single thought of servitude to
you. I will live for you, and you alone, without any thought for
myself. I will suplicate myself before you with every drop of feeling
I can muster, if only you would grant this greatest of honors, this
supreme priviledge. I am lower than the dirt under you toenail,
unworthy to ask to be your slave. My only hope, that you will perform
the most generous act of kindness in human history and accept this
miserable being before you."

I was exhausted beyond belief. So much emotional effort had I
summoned. My mother sobbing uncontrolably, my father in total shock,
no longer able to speak.

Kim's swaying ass, her magnificent, supreme ass inches from my face.
She lowered the spandex shorts and said, "Seal your fate Slave
Shoelicker."

Kim bent over, presenting her glorious butt to me. The sweat of her
workout still gistening upon it. In my hunched over position I had to
strain to reach it, the object consuming my entire conscience. The
chains pulled my nipples out, and stretched my amazingly engorged
penis. Finally my lips brushed her rosebud. The feelings washing over
me beyond description. A thousand times more intense then anything I
felt before. Kissing it with every drop of feeling that every atom in
my body could generate, I shuddered. Kim pressed back and I eased my
tongue into her anus, that holy shrine. I sucked and slurped for all I
was worth, basking in this ultimate gift from my Goddess.

Just then something began pushing my tongue away. Her royal shit
entered my mouth. Pushing to the back and then expanding to fill my
cheeks. The holy feast kept coming, filling my mouth to practically
overflowing. Kim stepped away. The sensations beyond belief. Far
tastier the the most suculent steak.

I exploded in orgasm. The most viscious one I ever experienced. Jet
after jet spewwed forth, at least a pint of cum. From my hunched over
position caused by the chains attached to my cock and nipples, the cum
had no where to go except right in my face. I covered my face, my
hair. It was in my nose, it covered one eye. Had my face not been in
the way, it would have hit the ceiling twelve feet above.

Slowly I chewed the precious gift, savoring every morsel, and moaning
in total ecstasy.

My Goddess appeared before me, wearing her shiney pink patent
maryjanes over the white anklets. With her shoe, she twisted my face
towards my parents. I could see them out of the one eye not covered in
cum. Kim scraped her shoe along my face, collecting a large quantity
of semen.

"Mr. and Mrs. Conway," she said coolly, "Meet Slave Shoelicker."

Kim presented her foot to me and I dove after it, greedily lapping up
the cum as if it were the first bit of food for a man who hadn't eaten
in a week. I gave myself totally to Kim. Waves and waves of delight
hitting me as I abased myself before my goddess.

With my mother crying uncontrolably, and my father hanging his head in
shame, they headed for the door. As the turned to take one last look,
the could see my ass, the heel being shoved up my anus next to the
tatoo "property of goddess Kim." Nothing more needed to be said.

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