1 comments/ 34321 views/ 6 favorites Learning To Serve By: MasterWolf4kitten Standing there thinking of the years training to serve people. Even the earliest memory you have is to serve your parents. When you entered the convent learning to serve as a Nun you felt at home, but something always seem to be missing as if there was more. You spent your life serving others to find what was missing. Then one day a few months ago you went to the veterans' hospital to serve the sick. When you saw him in bed hanging on for life that was close to leaving him you walked up to him feeling you could help with comfort and prayer. Looking down at him seeing the battle going on for life and death you since something you can not explain. Your training said you kneel and pray for this trouble soul and try to comfort him. But you felt something inside of you not to just go though the procedures of duties. Yes you knelt at the bedside and took his hand in yours to pray, but when you began you feeling your soul pour out and hunger for life, as if praying to God saying please take my life if you would just let this Man live for I would give everything I have for him. The next several weeks you wouldn't leave this man's side as you did everything to serve and make him comfortable. You felt yourself become weak watching strength return life to this man. One day kneeling in prayer for that was all the strength you had left to do, feeling you have failed and he was going to die as the last of your strength leaves you. That is when you feel the hand close around yours and you open your eyes to see him looking down at you. There is no confusion in his eyes and his voice strengthens you as he says you have served your Master well. Confusion comes into you and he explains what has happened over the last several weeks. You're so weak you can not think straight when He stands telling you to prove it look inside of yourself how weak you have become serving me. You do as he tells you finding you have nothing left for you have given all to this man. Looking deep into your eyes he tells you now come kneel at my feet and with more confusion you comply. When you kneel at his feet in submission you feel you're strength return, but wait it isn't yours it feels as if it is coming from this man filling you. Even more confused you hear him tell you that the first day you prayed for your life to be taken so I may live. Well that is what happened for I was dead and you gave me your life to replace it. You feared for now that this man has been returned life yours will pass away and you don't want to leave him. He must of heard your fearful prayer for he answered do not be afraid for yes you have given your life for another and your reward will be your hearts desire for in giving your life totally you have learned to fully serve. I will teach and train you exactly what servitude is and it will be painful at times, but in that pain your will learn pleasure beyond beliefs that will please me, for when the day comes and you kneel before this world receiving the collar completing our union you will call me Master for eternality. Standing there before the world as the Nuns robe is removed from you showing the world the marks of training to please this Man, as you kneel at his feet feeling the life from him fill you completely as he reaches down and places the most beautiful collar on your neck and the robe is burned in the fire. He says to you from this day you do not need a Nuns robe to prove to the world of your servitude this collar and marks will be the only sign they will need. You look up into his face with tears saying yes Master for I have given you my life. Turning to kneel at his side showing the world you have finally learned the true meaning of serving. The world looks upon you as you kneel proudly at your Masters feet. You see the completion of all your searches and realize this will last for eternality. Then you look up into the heavens and see God smiling down at you knowing you have learned the most powerful lesson of one's life, for it is to give their life to serve not themselves but others, as he has given his son to serve completely even to give his life on the cross for all. He says now take what you have learned so others can see and learn this lesson. Learning to Serve The first of every month mistress sets a time aside for teaching rituals! She was very excited this time because she wanted to deepen our relationship and completely and totally take over me with her whole being. Part of the ritual was getting very clean inside and out. Two coeds were assigned by mistress as attendants for our bath and discipline sessions. We first took a shower in our own private bath off the main Roman Bath. We were each given enemas so our assholes were squeaky clean. Having a clean body soul and spirit is a must for the ritual! Sometimes it is necessary to be scourged prior to the ritual to rid oneself of unforgiveness and any unconfessed sins so there will be nothing that will be in the way to stop the power of the ritual. For this ritual mistress insisted that we both be scourge strapped to the wooden horses in the Roman Bath at the foot of the pool. Mistress loves to watch slaves whipped and tortured while she bathes. Even though it is painful, the scourging does make me think about my life; the cleansing effects are very powerful. The first time I balked at the scourging, mistress personally administered the whipping using a single tailed whip, cleansing me until I begged for mercy. I was crisscrossed with welts and marks for weeks. As soon as she felt I could take another whipping she took me back to the playroom and scourge me again with even more intensity. I never said no to her again. Mistress relished my obedience to the lash. She welcomed me to come and kneel at her feet begging for a confessional whipping. Never refusing to lash my bare flesh, mistress made sure that I was more than repentant when she finished. The sexy blond that took care of my bath entered dressed only in a strapon dildo and carrying a full enema bag. She had taken care of me before so I already had a respected fear of this young lady. She was an eighteen year old coed but well trained by mistress in the arts of female domination and discipline. Her nipples were erect and her body was oiled scented with perfumed flower nectar. Giving me a nasty respectable smile her hand reached for my sex. Grabbing me by the balls she led me into the shower immediately bending me over. Sticking the nozzle into my butthole, hanging the enema bag on the shower head, the fluids began entering my colon causing my stomach to immediately cramp. Standing in front of my face she grabbed my ears yanking my mouth over head of the dildo forcing me to suck her "cock" while I was bent over taking the enema. She aggressively shoved the 9in. dildo all the way down my throat cutting off my air causing me almost black out from the lack of oxygen. I was quite fearful because mistress gave the attendants an open book to discipline me as they pleased; as long as there were no permanent injuries and I did not give them my seed without mistress permission. Holding my breath for least a minute she finally pulled the head of the dildo out far enough so I could take a quick breath. I gasped for air and she pushed it right back in again blocking the passage. Mistress taught her this technique so that I would value one of the key elements of mother earth, "air". The enema session lasted fifteen minutes as I gagged and grew light headed from the lack of oxygen. My belly was full and cramped from the unknown watery solution injected into me. I was quite embarrassed from the forced hosing she gave me. Laughing the coed confessed that I had just taken a nice warm piss enema fresh from her own bladder. Slapping me hard across the face she sent me to the toilet still giggling. I was light headed and red faced from the forced breathing exercises as I sat on the toilet breathing heavily and wondering what was next. As soon as I relieved myself of her piss offering, the blond took me back into the shower and began soaping me all over, using her breasts and pussy to massage the suds all over my flesh. She had me wash her as well since we were already familiar with each other's bodies from other intimate times. My cock was constantly erect after the enema, so the blond took advantage of the situation. Soaping my erection up real good for lubrication she bent over and allowed me to enter her experienced butthole. This young coed loved to be fucked in the ass. She knew she was going to be fucking my asshole soon so she wanted some on the side as well. With a warning that I had better not climax I pushed the head of my cock into her tight anus very slow. As soon as she felt my plum sized head pass her sphincter muscle her asshole seemed to open up for me as it swallowing all 7in.of my shaft whole. Using her well trained anal muscles on the shaft of my cock, squeezing down like a vice, she began fucking my cock with slow in and out movements. I had to hold my breath again concentrating so that I would not shoot my wad. Cursing my name my young coed promised the scourging she was going to give me will definitely make me pay for fucking her ass. Working my cock for a good fifteen minutes she came fingering her clit as she fucked herself with my stiff dick. Pulling off my cock the blond turned around and gave me a long lingering French kiss. She placed my hands on her strapon dildo telling me to stroke it to remind me that if I took a good whipping she would pleasure my asshole. She kissed me fully on the mouth as I fondled her "cock". We both dried each other off with fluffy towels and made ready for the next part of the ritual. Grabbing me by the balls I was dragged into the Roman Bath. Mistress was already there with her maid servant; who also wore nothing but a strapon dildo with the flogging whip in her right hand. Mistress desired that both of us be whipped over the wooden horse, bound and helpless as we watched each take to lash. Mistress volunteered to be first; her long haired brunette quickly strapped mistress into the horse and stepped behind to begin the scourging. Asking if mistress had anything to confess before the scourging so that she could be fully cleansed of any guilt, her disciplinarian waited for an answer. Mistress wanted to be chastised for disobedience to the goddess in all areas of her life; she desired to serve the goddess and to become more proficient at female domination. She told her lady not to hold back the lash and to use this time to serve the goddess to chastise her for disobedience. I pushed face down prostrating myself as a whipping began. The sound of the flogger on bare flesh was deafening, with each blow Mistress cried out loud as her back, ass, and legs were beaten. I watched her flesh turn red and begin to swell marking her whole body with tiny welts. Her body writhed from side to side in rhythm of the lash. There was no mercy as Mistress began crying out to the goddess which made her persecutor bear down harder with the whip, causing her to cry out louder. By the time the scourging stopped mistress was shaken deeply in tears and out of breath. With an unsympathetic attitude her aggressive attendant spit on mistress asshole for lubrication and impaled her anus with the 9in cock strapped to her waist. With one well place upward thrust of her sexy hips she buried the dildo in mistress nether body cavity. As mistress took her ass fucking, my coed attendant yanked me by the balls to the second horse facing mistress. Forcing me over the seat she strapped my ankles and wrists so that I could not move. I too was asked for a confession. Answering honestly, loud enough for mistress to hear; I said that I was a disobedient slave, unworthy of her attention. I needed a good whipping for all my disobedience and unwillingness to give more of myself. I give myself to the goddess and ask for no mercy. As mistress heard my confession she smiled as her whole body convulsed from the rear ending she was getting. Standing behind me the naked dildo strapping blond with whip in hand raised her arm and cursed my sins asking the goddess to bless the whipping. Mistress insisted I pay for my sins seven fold. I was to take seven sets of twelve lashes on my bare back and seven sets of twelve lashes with a razor strop across my bare ass cheeks. Mistress enjoyed my cries and painful contortions as I fought my bindings as the blond pounded my back with the flogging whip. The flogger that was used on me was made of rubber with 39 1in. wide straps. The sting was more prominent than the deer hide flogger used to whip Mistress back. I could feel the blond getting closer and closer to me pushing the head of her dildo into my anus as she whipped me. Loving this technique of buttfucking and whipping at same time she had learned from mistress. By the second set of lashes she had already empailed me up on her dildo and was fucking my ass. Every time she launched forward with the dildo, she whipped my back with the flogger; a great technique and a great feeling of pleasure and pain. As my ass was being opened my back was being inflicted with welts from the lashes. My coed attendant loved giving pain; by the time she graduates she is going to be one mean mistress. After receiving all 72 blows of the whip she stopped fucking me and grabbed the razor strop. Striking my ass immediately I cried out on the first blow and didn't stop until she completed all 72 latches across my bare ass cheeks. I was shaken and on fire I could hardly move, my eyes were soaked from crying. Mistress across from me had a big smile on her face even she was still being fucked in the ass. A huge puddle of pee was on the floor because mistress had relieved herself as she was fucked. The coed behind me dropped her razor strap and pushed her 9in. dildo back into my butthole. Part of my penance was being to be ass fucked for a very long time bent over the wooden horse in front of my owners. I was not used to being ass fucked especially in front of other people, which was very embarrassing to me. The pressure on my own bladder from bending over the horse and being ass fucked was too much for me and I began to piss out of my erection like a fire hose watering the floor under me. We were finally unstrapped from our wooden horses and taken back to the private bath for a soothing cold shower and massaged with a special healing ointments. We were given nourishment and a small glass of red wine which seemed to help us relax. Once we recuperated, mistress called for her two most hung Nubian studs. The attendants' hearts began to beat faster knowing they would be on the receiving end of 12in. cocks. Mistress two boys arrived and five minutes escorting the young coeds to a private bedroom behind the reflection pool. While mistress and I took a quick swim in the pool, by the third lap we could already hear the girls crying out as their asses were penetrated and fucked deeply which pleased mistress immensely knowing how much her coeds had caused us pain during our penance. She told me that the girls have a lot to learn especially about discipline. Luring me out of the pool we both dried each other off and headed for the second bedroom next to the pool. The room was dedicated to the goddess Diana. A large statue of her greeted us at the door we both lay on our bellies and kissed the feet of the statue. Mistress ordered me to crawl to the bed while she boldly walked naked inviting me to her with open legs and arms. We had paid our dues and suffered a penance delivered to us through the whip and the dildo. Now we could boldly perform our loving ritual with the blessing of the goddess. Inviting me up on the bed to join her I stepped into her web knowingly that I would be ensnared by her spirit losing more of my individuality to my mistress. Kissing me firmly on the lips mistress sent me into a trance. Relaxed in a deep sleep I began to live inside her fantasy dream. A beautiful feminine naked being glistening like the sun, wrapped her arms around me, and began kissing me just like mistress. My cock became rock hard as the mystery lady pushed me on my back straddled my hips, slowly lowering herself on my cock, swallowing my erection with her mouth like vaginal muscles. As she clamped down upon my shaft I was suddenly surprised that she also had a cock that was now probing my asshole like a snake. The head of her member seemed to have eyes as if it knew where to hide, sliding deeper inside of my anus. The tighter her vagina held my cock the deeper her cock probed my asshole. I was being fucked from both ends at the same time by this seemingly angelic being. My whole body was paralyzed and I could not move, yet I was in a state of ecstasy. All the sudden I could feel the entities tongue began to slide down my throat and choke me. I could not breathe except that the entity was somehow keeping me alive. My cock was being kneaded by her vagina muscles and her large penis was fucking my asshole, which was growing to the size of a python making me feel very uncomfortable inside. To my astonishment her tongue that was almost down my throat split in half; it went down my esophagus and the other half traveled down into my lungs. The part that went into my belly was beginning to feed me a very soothing nutritional subsidence; the part that went into my lungs was actually feeding me what seemed like pure oxygen making my brain remember everything. Out of her vagina muscles I felt another probe began to enter my urethra burning the inside of my penis. Her vagina was stroking the outside of my shaft as the burning probe stroked up and down the inside of my penis. I could actually feel my urine being sucked out of my bladder. Her snakelike penis traveling deep into my colon began to spit an unknown substance inside of me making my stomach cramp. I felt as if my whole body was being taken over by this angelic spirit. I tried struggling at first but the nurturing I was getting from all the strange feelings and fluids relaxed me so much I gave in to her. After the probe inside my penis swallowed my urine, it began to probe even deeper and I could feel it inside of my left ball. She was searching for my fresh semen. My balls began to throb as every last cell was being sucked from me. Once the left ball was empty I could feel it travel to my right ball sucking it dry as well. The emptiness felt as if I was kicked in the balls yet I was so relaxed I didn't even care that all the energy was being sucked from my body. All my sustenance has been taken care of by this beautiful being; she was breathing for me, feeding me with her loving nectar, and pleasuring my cock with her vagina, as she vacuumed my sperm for her creative forces. My prostate gland was being stimulated by her snakelike cock as it spit intoxicating fluids that was being absorbed into my body. Once all the sperm was sucked from my testicles the entity began releasing her tentacles from my body. I was totally drained but very relaxed. The loving spirit seemed to back away into the sun and then totally vanished. I awoke from the trance and there was mistress on top of me naked nastily smiling. Looking down at my cock it was flaccid as if it had been deflated. My peehole was inflamed and my asshole was oozing an unknown substance. The sweet taste of honey was in my mouth. My balls were completely drawn into my body and aching painfully. Sticking out her tongue it magically looked as if it were split in two hissing at me like a snake. Mistress pussy was dilated as if she had just been fucked. Her clitoris was sticking out of her hood a proud two inches as if it had just been fully stimulated. I tried to ask her what happened to me but she only touched her middle finger to my lips silencing me, whispering to me this was only the beginning of my ritual submission to her. I fell asleep in my mistress arms! Learning to Serve Acknowledgment: "Slave to a White Girl" by herslave on another forum provided the inspiration for much of this story. Some situations will be familiar to fans of StaWG, but I hope it's unique enough for readers to enjoy both. Chapter 1: My First Visit The summer after high school I volunteered for park service doing trail cleanup. That's when I met Liza. The park rangers divided the volunteers into two groups and they made Liza the leader of my group. I had never had an experience with another girl before, but I knew I was leaning that way. I immediately noticed how Liza's long, athletic legs stood like two strong yet graceful columns supporting a body perfect enough to carve in marble and display at the Louvre. She was much taller than me, probably 5'8" or 5'9". She kept her brunette hair tied back away from her face. Overall, she looked like a princess. She must come from a wealthy family, I thought. Liza immediately took charge, assigning each of the five girls in her group an area to pull weeds. I jumped right in, eager to make a good impression. I didn't know any of the other girls there, but none of them seemed to take the work as seriously as me. I finished my area while the girls in the two sections next to me spent most of the time gossiping. Liza soon wandered down the trail. "Excuse me," I said looking nervously up at Liza. "Liza, I finished the area you assigned me. What should I do next?" "Well, let's see how well you did before you move on," Liza said, examining my section. "This actually looks pretty good." She reached the border of my area and the section where the two chatty Kathy's were. "You missed one there," she said, pointing with the tip of her boot. I immediately knelt in front of her and wedged my tiny spade under the stubborn weed. After wrestling with it briefly, "Got it!" I shouted triumphantly, lofting the weed from my kneeling position for Liza's inspection. Liza, though, was looking at the lazy girls blathering just ahead. Her stern look of displeasure detracted nothing from her natural beauty. She looked down at me as if surprised to see me there. "You got dirt on my boot," she said flatly. Looking down, I saw where several grains of dirt had fallen from my weed to land right on Liza's expensive hiking boot. "Oh. I'm sorry." I discarded the weed and used both hands to brush the soil away. I looked back up at Liza. She was again eyeing the girls ahead who seemed to have completely given up on their duties. "Never mind that," Liza said. "Follow me." She stalked off down the trail without waiting for me to get off the ground. I jumped up and hurried behind. The two girls eyed Liza suspiciously as she approached. "If you ladies came here just to talk, you could have stayed at home. Now, you've made our crew fall behind. Thanks to you, we may not finish this section today." The girls rolled their eyes blatantly right at Liza, but they sat down and made a lackadaisical attempt. "You, what's your name?" Liza demanded from me. I extended my hand saying, "I'm Susan, pleased to m-." Liza cut me off, "Do you think you can help these two and try to get us back on track?" "Sure, Liza, no problem." I dropped right there and started pulling weeds. If we were going to complete the area for both those girls who had pretty much wasted the whole morning, I knew I'd have to work fast. As soon as Liza headed off back in the direction of the park ranger, the two girls started complaining. "God what a bitch!" and "Who the hell died and made her boss?" "Well I think she's right," I interjected. "Mind your own business, little miss goody two shoes," they said. They continued berating Liza behind her back occasionally throwing an insult my way, too. I just focused on completing the job Liza gave us. Later, I was just finishing the last bit of both areas (!) when Liza walked up. I remained on my knees as she approached. "Wow, you did all this?" The other two girls were nowhere in sight. "Yes. You said we needed to get this section done, so I worked extra hard to try and catch up." "It looks great." Liza reached down and stroked my hair affectionately. "Follow me. You can grab a sandwich, then I have a few more things you can help with before we wrap up." After lunch, I followed Liza around for the rest of the afternoon doing whatever she said. Liza seemed delighted with my obedience. When she smiled at my eagerness, I felt warm and quivery inside. When we finished, Liza said, "I'm playing tennis with my friend Morgan after this. You should come watch." "That sounds great," I agreed. "The courts are near my house. Follow me home. I'll change and we can walk from there." I climbed in my Honda Civic and pulled out behind Liza in her Range Rover. A few minutes later, we were driving through the nicest neighborhood in the county. Liza pulled into a big driveway and disappeared while I waited outside. She popped out about 20 minutes later wearing her tennis skirt, court shoes and carrying a bag with the rest of her stuff. "Here, carry this," she said, handing me the bag. "I need to save my arm for the match." I carried the bag as we chatted while we walked. I discovered that Liza, short for Elizabeth, was also 18 and in her last summer before college. She had gone to the nicest private school in the area. Her school was smaller than the public high school I attended, but they were still our primary rivals. It was not really much of a rivalry, though. Despite a student body less than a third of ours, Liza's school dominated our competitions. I also learned that Liza was planning to attend the most selective university a couple of states away on a tennis scholarship, she was majoring in business and while she liked to have fun with lots of her guy friends, she wasn't dating anyone at the moment. We talked mostly about her, so I didn't get a chance to tell her I was on Flag Corps at my high school or that I was staying home to attend the local state college. When we got to the courts, Morgan was already there, causally hitting the ball against the wall. Liza told me to put her things down near the net as she walked over and gave Morgan a hug. "Who's your little friend?" Morgan asked. Little was right compared to these two. Liza was about four inches taller than me and Morgan was three. Height is where the similarity between Liza and Morgan ended, though. Morgan had blonde curly hair that ended just above her shoulders. She looked thicker and more muscular than Liza's lithe, gymnast-like form. Morgan was still pretty in her own way, though. "Just some girl I met at the park. She was pretty helpful, so I thought I'd bring her along to chase balls for us." They both looked at me. Morgan restrained a laugh. Liza smiled, "You can do that for us, can't you? That way, we can concentrate on our game." Oh, her smile. "Uh, sure Liza," I blurted, too cheerfully. She hadn't mentioned anything about making me their ball girl, but I was happy if it made Liza happy. They played for over an hour and a half and taught me how to be a ball girl as they went. By the end, I knew just when to run out on the court, who to give the ball to, and when to hold on to them myself. I think I got almost as good a workout as they did, and I only got hit in the head by the ball once. "Why don't you just leave your car here, Morgan? We'll come back for it later," Liza suggested. "You. Carry these bags back to the house for us," Liza ordered me. I picked up both girls' bags and followed them back to Liza's house while they chatted. When we arrived at Liza's, Morgan and her sat in two chairs separated by a little end table. The next nearest seat was all the way on the other end of the porch. I put their bags near the door and leaned on the railing. They continued their conversation as if I weren't even there. Finally, Liza looked at me. "Why don't you sit down?" She asked, with a curt nod of her head toward the floor in front of her. That was fine by me. I felt like a third wheel standing off to the side. I sat cross-legged right in front of Liza and looked up at her. "Help me off with these shoes," Liza said, turning slightly so the toes of her crossed leg pointed directly at my chest. "My feet are all hot from tennis." I didn't mind. I was just happy that Liza was paying attention to me. Anyway, it was easier for me since I was right there. I unlaced her shoe, then held the toe against my chest as I slowly slid off the heel. Her white ankle sock felt quite damp. "Ahh, that feels better," Liza gushed. She splayed her toes inside her sock as she twirled her foot at the ankle, passing her toes just in front of my chin. She crossed her legs the other way and I repeated the process with the other shoe. Again she spread her toes and flexed her ankle. Her foot seemed awfully big, a size nine I learned later. "Mine too," Morgan ordered from my left. She extended her foot and kicked my breast insistently. I was abruptly annoyed that she had interrupted my attention to Liza. I looked at Liza for support, but she had turned toward Morgan. Deciding I should just get it over with, I quickly unlaced Morgan's shoe and yanked it off. She extended the other one and held it just two inches from my lips. I pulled it down away from my face and extracted her similarly damp socked foot. "Go in and get us two tall glasses of lemonade. Put some ice, but not too much. Ask my mom if you need help finding anything." Liza seemed to like giving orders. As I got up to go, Liza added, "You can bring a glass of tap water for yourself if you like." That was a strange order, I thought. Whatever. I returned with their drinks and resumed my spot on the floor in front of Liza. After a moment, Liza took a big gulp from her drink. Holding it next to her face, she looked down at me. "I like the way you follow orders. Do you always do what you're told?" she asked. My face warmed with embarrassment. I hesitated, then said "No, not really. I just liked the way you took charge at the park." I wanted to add, "Plus, I think you're incredibly hot," but I was already too embarrassed. Also, somehow, the grandeur of her house, her neighborhood and her expensive car conspired to make me feel more than a little inferior. "Why don't you rub my feet." Liza turned her legs so that her socked foot was less than an inch from my nose. The way she said it, it didn't really sound like a question. I had never rubbed another person's feet. What if she didn't like the way I did it? What if her friend laughed at me? My hands trembled as I held her foot and made tentative rubbing motions. "No dummy. I said rub my foot not my sock. You have to take my socks off first." Feeling stupid, I peeled the damp sock from her foot. She placed her moist foot in my lap and offered me the other one. I reached over to cram her socks inside her shoes. "Don't put those there," she said. "They have to air out first." I looked up at her, wondering what she intended. "Here, I know." Liza leaned forward and extended her hand. Snatching her socks from my fingers, she draped one over each of my shoulders. "There. That should give them plenty of air." Liza giggled, pleased with her solution, then leaned back and put her foot back in my hands. Morgan cackled obnoxiously, but I ignored her. I rubbed Liza's foot for a few minutes, not really knowing what I was doing. Liza and Morgan went back to chatting. I relaxed and concentrated on my task. As I grew more comfortable, I experimented more. I ran my fingers firmly along the muscles of Liza's foot and worked the joints. New ideas for soothing her foot seemed to pop into my head. Liza looked back at me and said, "Wow, you're really good at this. Do you give a lot of foot rubs?" "No. Actually this is my first one." Her acknowledgement made me proud. "Well you're a natural. It's like you were born to rub my feet." I redoubled my efforts and found myself studying Liza's foot as I rubbed. It was long, smooth and soft. Her foot seemed much larger and better cared for than mine. Her toes were long, but sturdy. The top of her foot had a light tan, even though it was still early in the summer. Her arch was creamy white, while the pads of her heel and toes were a darker pink. Her nails were unpolished, but they seemed to naturally have the pink tone and white tips of a French pedicure. Suddenly, Morgan again interrupted my reverie. She straightened one leg and rested the back of that heel on my shoulder, then crossed the other leg at the ankle so that the bottom of her sock was pressed to the left side of my head. I looked over at her, trying to contain my anger. She read the emotion on my face and laughed haughtily. I wanted to fling her feet away from me, but I looked over at Liza first. Liza removed her foot from my hands and stuck the sole right in front of my face. She scrunched and straightened her toes expectantly. Taking Liza's toe scrunches as a signal to focus on her, I grasped Liza's foot and did my best to ignore Morgan. Just as I started to get back in the groove with Liza's massage, Morgan began dragging her toes idly back and forth, wiping the bottom of her sock from my temple to my ear. I wanted to swat Morgan's feet off of me, but I didn't want to make a scene or interrupt the massage I was giving Liza. Instead, I did my best to ignore Morgan and concentrate on Liza, but it wasn't easy. I'm not sure how long I rubbed Liza's feet. It seemed like a long time. Finally, she removed her foot from my hands and put them on my other shoulder, the same as Morgan had done. Liza's bare left foot pressed against the other side of my head, trapping my face between hers and Morgan's feet. I looked at Liza for a sign of what she wanted me to do next, but she was still talking with Morgan. Morgan continued to slide her foot across my face, so I turned my head more toward Liza's foot. My nose tucked right into Liza's arch. When I blinked, my eyelashes brushed against the ball of her foot. I felt Morgan's foot press into the back of my head, forcing my face against Liza's sole as Morgan laughed cruelly. I just ignored her again. After she let up, I let my face rest lightly against the bottom of Liza's foot. Liza and Morgan went on with their conversation. Liza's foot was still sweaty, but it smelled nice. Eventually, Liza began slapping her toes against my forehead. I noticed both girls were laughing again. I turned toward Liza. "Enjoying the smell?" She asked. She reached to set her phone back on the table. I was afraid she had just taken a picture. My mouth moved, but no sound came out. I couldn't admit that I liked the smell of her feet, but I didn't want to lie either. Before I could think of anything, Liza added, "Take my shoes and tennis bag inside. Ask my mom where to put them. Then ask her where to find my flip flops and bring them to me." They both removed their feet from my shoulders as she spoke. When I returned, Liza turned the bottom of her bare foot in my direction. Understanding her signal, I went to my knees and slipped on her pink and black Juicy Couture flip flop. I sat like that for a few more minutes before Liza re-crossed her legs and allowed me to slip on the other one. "What's your name?" Liza asked. I guess she had forgotten it from this morning. "Susan Ka-." "Give me your number," Liza ordered. She keyed it into her cell phone saying, "I'll call you when I need another foot rub." They both laughed. "Bye, now," Liza added, waving me away with the palm of her hand. They were still laughing as I crossed the lawn to my car. Chapter 2: My Second Visit When I got home and walked in the door, mom asked, "How was the park cleanup, dear? You sure were gone a long time." "Sorry, mom," I replied. "Working at the park was fun. I made some new friends and hung out at their place for a while." "What's that on your shoulders, honey?" Mom asked. Suddenly I realized I had forgotten about Liza's socks. "Oh nothing. Liza put them there as a joke and I forgot all about them." I grabbed the socks and ran up stairs. "I'll be down in a bit!" I called back to mom. As soon as I got to my room, I cradled Liza's socks in my hands and buried my face in them, inhaling deeply. They still held the wonderful scent of Liza's feet, but they also smelled of tennis shoe. I dropped to my knees and breathed deeply from Liza's moist socks until I started to get a little dizzy. I stuffed Liza's socks inside my pillowcase. Each night, I took them out and rubbed them on my face, pretending they were Liza's feet. I kept hoping she'd call, but I never heard from her. Fortunately, another park cleanup was scheduled for the coming Saturday. When Saturday arrived, I showed up for park cleanup a half an hour early. My stomach was already queasy as I looked in vain for Liza. Finally, she showed up a few minutes after we started. The park ranger put her in charge of one of the groups again, and I made sure to be in her group. Liza didn't acknowledge me at all. It was like she had completely forgotten about our previous encounter. I stuck next to her all day and she gave me plenty of orders, but I wondered if that was because she remembered me or if she was always like that. Finally, we got to the end of the session and Liza said, "I'm not playing tennis today, but you can still come over and rub my feet." "Ok," I said. "I'll just follow you?" "Right. You can park on the street, but don't park right in front of my house. Park a few houses down. But hurry back so that you don't keep me waiting. Come in through the garage." I followed Liza back and parked two houses down as instructed. I ran from my car and got to Liza's garage just as she was going in the house. I followed her in, trying to catch my breath. "Take my boots off," she ordered. I knelt on the hard tile floor and unlaced her boots, slipping them off one at a time. I held the top of her sock and looked up at her for guidance. "Leave those on for now. "Hey, that reminds me. Did you bring back my socks from last time?" Still kneeling, I reached in my pocket and handed Liza her socks, which I had washed and folded neatly. "You can hang on to them for now. Just don't forget to leave them in my room." I followed Liza through their kitchen, which seemed as large as the whole downstairs of the house where my mom and I lived. Liza stuck her head out the back door and yelled, "Hi mom, I'm home!" before I followed her into the family room. Liza sat back on a large sofa and pointed at the floor in front of her. I knelt there and grasped the top of her sock, again looking to her for approval. She nodded once and I proceed to slide off her athletic socks. They were only slightly moist, much dryer than last time. I paused briefly, wondering where to put the socks before deciding to stuff them in my other pocket. "Where do those go?" Liza said sternly? Looking up, I saw her steely gaze. I smoothed the socks straight and one draped over each shoulder. Liza grinned with satisfaction. "Go and get me a lemonade before we start. Not too much ice." I jumped up to follow her bidding. When I returned, I handed Liza the tall glass. She glanced at it, a disappointed look sweeping her face. "That's too much ice. Go dump some out and bring it back." I rushed back to the kitchen. When I returned, I knelt back in place and then handed her the drink. She took a big swallow, then looked at me and said, "You should give me a pedicure first. Then, if I have time, you can rub my feet." She looked at me expectantly. "Ok," I said uncertainly. "Go up to my room and get the tray from the vanity in my bathroom. You remember where my room is, don't you?" "Yes, Liza." "Then hurry along." I scurried upstairs and found the tray with her nail kit and polishes. Returning, I knelt in front of her and held the tray for her to pick a color. Ignoring me, she tossed a pillow from to the floor and rested her foot on it, then turned and browsed leisurely through her polishes. Learning to Serve Finally she selected one, saying, "Here, you can get started. My toes are already bare, so you can just concentrate on getting the color on right. If you do a good job, maybe next time we'll see if you can do my cuticles and file my nails." Placing the tray aside, I went down on my knees and elbows at Liza's feet. I spread her toes and inserted a cotton ball between each. I carefully painted her big toe, making sure not to get too much polish. It took me at least twice as long as when I do my own. Finishing that one, I moved on to the next. Liza interrupted, "Blow on each one before you go on to the next." I leaned forward to comply with her odd instruction, holding my lips just inches from Liza's toes and blowing softly. When I inhaled, my brain registered the scent of her fresh foot sweat for the first time in a week sending shivers down my spine. As I blew on Liza's toe, she moved to rest her other foot on my back. At the same moment, her mother walked in. "Liza you could have done that yourself!" her mother cried. "She wanted to do my nails for me, mom. She does whatever I tell her," Liza laughed. I was so ashamed, but kept at my task. Her mother sat down on the sofa next to Liza and said, "What's your little friend's name?" Liza tapped the top of my head with her foot. I looked up at her mom. I had seen her a week earlier, but her beauty stunned me again. She had to be at least in her late thirties, but she looked much younger. Liza was beautiful now, and if her mom was any indication, she would remain so for many years. "I'm Susan Kane," I bubbled. I felt so weird it was almost scary. I was kneeling on the floor in front possibly the most beautiful mother daughter pair I'd ever seen, but still, my spirit felt like it could leap from my skin. I felt like I'd swallowed a happy pill. Smiling at me, her mom said, "Susan, don't let her boss you around." "It's ok, ma'am," I said. "I like following Liza's orders." "See mom? She's like my personal servant. Right?" Liza asked, tapping my head again. "Yes Liza," I said. "Is that your socks on her shoulders?" Liza's mom asked. Liza giggled. "Yes, mom. I have to air them out and that seemed like the best place. She's fine with it." I nodded agreement and adjusted Liza's socks to make sure they weren't slipping off my shoulders. Liza's mother just shook her head as I resumed my task. "When she finishes, she's going to rub my feet. That's actually what she came over for. After tromping around in those boots all day, I can really use a good rub, and she's a natural." I felt a warm glow below my belly as Liza complimented me. I concentrated on Liza's toes as she and her mother watched TV and talked, ignoring me completely. After a half hour or more, I looked up at Liza. I waited for a pause in their conversation, then said, "Liza, I'm done." "Well, let's see how they look." Liza lifted her feet and placed them on my upturned face. Her heels fit right against my eyes and her arches curved across my forehead. "Liza, get your feet off of that poor girl's face." Her mother suggested with a laugh. "It's ok mom. I just need to see if she did my toes right." I held perfectly still so Liza could examine the results. After a few seconds, Liza exclaimed, "They look great. Hey, you can do my toes from now on!" "Oh thank you, Liza!" I cheered. I couldn't help it. I cupped her heels in my hands and kissed the bottoms of her feet right in front of her mother. "Looks like you've found just the little friend you need, Liza," her mother laughed. "Can we see how they look with your flip flops?" I asked hopefully. "Ok," Liza replied, "take this stuff back up and bring down my flip flops." I vaulted up the stairs as fast as I could without spilling the tray of polishes. I found Liza's flip flops. Licking my lips, I gave the sole of each a big kiss before running back down the stairs. Liza turned the sole of her foot in my direction. I dropped to my knees and slipped her flip flops on. She stood, so close that my face was almost pressed against her thighs. She towered over me, looking even more like a goddess than when I first saw her. Liza cat-walked toward the television and turned. "Well, what do you think?" she asked. "Very nice," her mother said. "Beautiful," I whispered, my hands clasped prayerfully at my chest. The skin of her tanned foot contrasted with the black sandal, but her pink toes matched the strap perfectly. I resisted a sudden urge to dive to her feet and hug her at the ankles. Liza beamed as she trotted back and flopped onto the sofa, placing her foot on my chest. I slipped her shoe off as she said, "Get me another lemonade, and ask my mom if she wants anything. When you get back, you can start my foot rub." I looked at her mom awkwardly. Reading my mind, she said, "You can call me Mrs. Johnston. There's a bottle of white wine in the refrigerator. Bring me a glass." I returned and served their drinks. I sat cross-legged in front of Liza and started rubbing her foot. She rested the other foot on my shoulder and twirled my hair with her toes. I rubbed my cheek against her foot in appreciation. She kicked my cheek lightly, reminding me to focus on her massage. Liza and her mother spoke as if I weren't there. "It's nice to have a 'personal servant' isn't it?" Mrs. Johnston asked. "Well, so far it's alright, but I feel like I haven't really used her much yet. Maybe I should have her do my laundry and ironing." "Why not?" her mom asked, smiling gaily. "I'm sure we can find other things to keep Juanita busy. She can clean your room, too." "Cool. It will be like I have my own maid." Liza's eyes widened with the possibilities. "Yes. Except yours does whatever you tell her." Liza looked at me. She moved her foot from my shoulder and kicked me gently on the forehead, saying, "Cancel whatever you're doing this summer so you can come over here whenever I text you. You can still volunteer for the park service since I can use you there." "Ok." I replied. I was ashamed to tell her that I didn't really have anything else planned for the summer. "This is great, mom. What else can I have her do?" "That may be enough for now, dear. Maybe you should think about long term?" she suggested. "You mean like in college? She can come up and clean my dorm room." Liza looked down at me. "Where are you going to university?" I told her I was going to the local state school. "Ohh," Liza groaned. "That's too far to come and clean my room." "Don't worry, dear," her mother said. "I'm sure college will work itself out. Maybe you should think even longer term than that." Liza thought for a minute. "You mean like have her major in physical therapy or something so she can give me even better massages? Wouldn't it be better just to have a full time maid? A maid that works for free?" "Well, sweetheart, those are both good ideas. But if you're planning to ever have children, someone who can help with that might be the most helpful. Good nannies are worth their weight in gold. When you find one, you don't ever want to lose her." "Hmm," pondered Liza. "What does a professional nanny major in?" "The best get degrees in Childhood Education or Child Psychology," Mrs. Johnston said. Liza kicked me in the forehead again. "What are you majoring in?" she asked. "Art History. I'm hoping to work in a museum or gallery when I get out," I replied. "Art History. That's not bad. I'd like my kids to know about art. Can you change your major to Education or Child Psychology and get a minor in Art History?" "I think so." "Good." Liza smiled, pleased with herself. "I like the idea of Childhood Education best. Call admissions and take care of that. Don't forget to tell me when you're done." Liza removed her foot from my hand and placed it on my face. Her heel rested on my chin and her long toes extended just past the top of my head. And just like that, my entire future was changed. After what may have been the best moment of my life up to that point, Liza moved her foot from my face to my shoulder and presented me with the other one to continue her massage. Meanwhile, her and her mom went back to talking as if I weren't there. "Thanks, mom," Liza gushed. "You're the greatest." "My pleasure, dear." "You sure seem to know a lot about how to use a 'personal servant' mom?" Liza inquired. "Yes, I may have had one or two in my time." Mrs. Johnston smiled fondly. "It seems like some people just recognize their betters. When they do, they have a strong desire to serve them." "Really, mom?" Liza exclaimed, "tell me everything!" "Freshman year there was this boy. He was a junior and totally smitten with me. He was very nice, but he wasn't really my type." "Why not, mom? He didn't have a hard enough body?" Liza laughed. "No, it wasn't that. He was the star of his intramural soccer team," Mrs. Johnston's eyes grew distant. "He had a great butt." Liza laughed again, "MOM!" she cried. "Well, he did. But he was an Accounting major. I guess what they say about Accounting majors must be true," she said conspiratorially. "What's that?" "Well, he was boring." Mrs. Johnston chuckled. "It's true. We had been friends from a few classes we had together. Eventually, he asked me out, but we never had anything interesting to talk about. "I was going to just drop it after that, but he kept begging me to go out with him again. Finally, I just said to him, 'Look, I'm not going out with you. We can still be friends if you want, but I'm really busy with classes right now. I don't really have time to hang out with a guy that I'm not interested in dating.' "He was crushed. At first, I thought he was going to cry. Then, he said 'Maybe I could help you with classes.' Our relationship grew from there. "It started out that he would come over and help me with my homework. It really helped that he was an upper classman. Gradually, I started asking him to do other things: fix dinner, wash dishes, clean the room, do the laundry for both my roommate and me. He got to be pretty good at massages and pedicures, too." Liza was rapt by her mother's story. I continued rubbing Liza's foot, but I was stunned her mother was telling this story in front of me. They really were oblivious to my presence. "What else did he do?" Liza leaned eagerly toward her mom. "He would even go out and buy my groceries, paying out of his own pocket. He would drive me around when I needed to go somewhere, and even wait in the car until I was done." Mrs. Johnston paused, then added, "plus, there were a few more personal benefits." "Mom! You can't just leave me hanging like that. What does that mean?" Liza insisted. "You can experiment with that for yourself, dear. Just remember you must never let your 'personal servant' think they're you're equal. If you do, the whole thing falls apart." "Is that what happened to you?" "Sort of. I didn't really know how to treat him. I mean, I got used to using him and ordering him around in private, but other than that, I tried to be nice. I never treated him as a servant -- well, slave really -- in front of anyone but my roommate. In public, everyone just thought we were good friends. "That was my mistake. That led him to think he still had some kind of chance to date me. Eventually, he began to suggest that we give dating another try, but by this point, I only thought of him as a slave. I got tired of his sad puppy-dog face every time I rejected him. During his senior year, I broke off all contact." She sighed with a wistful half-smile. Recovering, she added, "See, if I had kept him in his place, maybe I'd be getting a foot rub right now, too!" "Hah! Or getting your taxes done for free," Liza joked. "Hmm. That's not a bad idea." Mrs. Johnston looked pensive. "You're catching on quickly." "That's enough massage." Liza said a little louder than necessary. "Bend over," she ordered, pointing to the floor between her legs. I got back on my elbows and knees and held my face a few inches from the carpet. I felt Liza trying to stick her feet under my collar, but it was too tight. "Undo the buttons on that blouse," she commanded. My fingers fumbled for the buttons as I undid the top two. Her feet slipped underneath the cloth at my neck and rested coolly on my back. I sat like that for a few minutes until I realized that Liza had no other use for me but as a footstool. I didn't enjoy the close up smell of the rug, so I reached for Liza's flip-flops. When I did, I felt Liza's weight on my back as she leaned forward. "Be still!" she demanded. While pulling her flip-flops under my face, I spoke into the rug, "I just thought I'd clean these for you." "Well try not to move around too much." She lifted both feet an inch off my back and stamped down to emphasize her point. I settled down again with my face right on top of her shoes. I extended my tongue and started lapping at the sole. It didn't taste like much. It was salty, with a little rubbery flavor. A few grains of dirt washed into my mouth, but I just swallowed them. Telling myself that I should do a good job for Liza, I sealed my lips to her shoe and sucked as I licked. Gradually, I covered the whole top of the shoe. The toe section was the saltiest, so I focused there the longest. I shifted to the other shoe and just as I started cleaning, Liza slipped her feet off of my back. "That's it, I'm going up to my room now," she declared. I sat up, my open shirt exposing my brassiere. Before I could re-button it, Liza held her foot right in front of my face. I leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss on her arch. "No dummy. Put my shoes on," she laughed. "But I haven't finished cleaning this one." I replied. "Let me see," she demanded. I held both shoes up side by side. "Hey, that's not bad. You'll have to do that every time I wear them." She wiggled her foot insistently and I put them on her. "You can finish that one next time. Keep an eye out for my text. I expect you to be here within 15 minutes." "Yes, Liza," I ended up speaking to her butt as she had already headed for the stairs without glancing back. "Bye, Susie," her mom added, making sure I knew I was dismissed. Chapter 3: My Third Visit This time, I remembered Liza's socks on my shoulders. I left them there for the drive home, slipping them into my pocket before going inside. When I got to my room, I turned them inside out and smothered them with kisses before putting them back into my pillowcase. I hung around the house all day the next day, alternating between pacing like a dog during a thunderstorm and kneeling alone in my room, rubbing Liza's socks on my face. Finally, at five PM, I my phone buzzed. My heart almost leapt from my chest. I looked. It was an unfamiliar number. "Here. Now." The text read, followed by another, "Back door." I threw Liza's socks back on my shoulders and yelled, "Mom, I'm going over to Liza's" as I sprinted out the door. I found the gate open in Liza's side yard and latched it behind me. I noticed their expansive, meticulously groomed back yard and gorgeous pool with a fountain built in as I made my way to the kitchen door. The kitchen door was unlocked. I wandered quietly through to the family room. Mrs. Johnston, as beautiful as ever, looked up at me. She smiled and said, "Liza's up in her room, dear. You're to go up and meet her there." "Yes, ma'am." Awkwardly, I half bowed. My pulse quickened as I dashed up the stairs. I knocked lightly on Liza's door and she called, "Come." She was sitting on a king sized bed with a mountain of snow-white pillows at her back, looking at a fashion magazine. She wore snug red shorts and a frilly white tee shirt with a red, white and blue sequined flag on it. Her long, tanned legs were bare as were her large, stately feet. The glossy pink polish I applied the day before shined like dew on rose petals in the morning sun. She pointed to the floor along side her bed. I scooted to kneel at the side of the bed near the foot. Liza never even looked up at me. I knelt in silence looking up at her in anticipation. She moved one foot to the edge of the bed, resting it directly in front of my face. We sat like that while she read her magazine. Liza's bedroom was the size of our living room at home, but rather than admire her decor, I studied her foot as if it held the secrets of the universe. Liza's sole was amazingly smooth, but I tried to memorize each wrinkle and line of her arch and the underside of her toes. Finally, she put the magazine on her nightstand and swung both legs over the side of the bed. She pointed at the rug directly in front of her. I shuffled over until I was kneeling between her legs, my face at the height of her belly button, which peeked mischievously at me from beneath the short tee shirt. She said, "You've still got my socks on your shoulders. How cute. Have you been wearing them since you left?" I shook my head. "I put them in my pillow when I got home." "That's sweet." Liza said, patting me on the head. "Did you wash them?" "No. Sorry. I didn't have time." "Well, that's ok. You can wash them with the rest of my stuff tonight. Go put them in my laundry basket. You can leave the basket out since you'll be needing it soon." I found her laundry in the closet and added the socks, then returned to my kneeling position. Liza lifted her feet and rested them on my shoulders. "First, you're going to wash and iron my clothes, then hang them in my closet or fold them and put them away. "While you're waiting for the clothes, you can clean my room, including my bathroom. I expect every surface in that bathroom to be clean enough to eat off. You'll find the cleaning stuff in the cabinet under the sink. "When you finish all of that, come find me. If I feel like it, you can give me another foot rub. How does that sound?" "That sounds ok," I mumbled. My blend of excitement and nerves left me a little nauseous. "What? Speak up, girl!" Liza demanded, kicking me under the chin. "Yes, that sounds fine, Liza," I practically shouted. "Good. Before you start, though, I want to try out those 'personal services' mom mentioned yesterday. Wait here." I shifted uneasily, wondering what Liza had in mind. She returned wearing a white, satiny bathrobe loosely belted at her waist. When she sat back down in front of me, the top draped open exposing her impossibly pert breasts, they looked like B cups, with their perfectly circular, dark brown areola about the size of a quarter. I tried not to stare, but my eyes were transfixed. They were even more statue-worthy than I'd imagined. "Take off your shirt." I did as she ordered, my fingers fumbling with the buttons. "Bra too." My palms perspired, but I figured since I could already see hers, I might as well show mine, too. I unhooked my bra and laid it aside. "Lean back," Liza said. I leaned back with my arms on the floor behind me. Liza lifted her right foot and lightly ran the sole across my nipple. "The boys must love these," she said. I had always gotten compliments, from boys and girls, on the shape of my breasts. I wore a C or a D cup, depending on the bra. "I think yours are much prettier," I ventured. "Your nipples are absolutely perfect." I never liked my nipples. They were light pink, barely different from my skin and large enough to cover most of the front of my breasts. Liza continued letting the sole of her foot and her toes dance lightly across the tip of my nipple. I could feel it growing firm under her touch. Suddenly, she kicked with both feet, slapping playfully against the bottoms of my breasts. I looked down and we both watched them jiggle. She repeated the process a few times, and giggled. Next, she pressed one foot into each breast, massaging them up and down. On the down stroke, she grabbed at my nipples, pinching them with her toes. Learning to Serve "Hmm. I guess I can see why boys like this," she said. "They are kinda fun. Hey, I know," her eyes lit up, "I'll call you 'Funbags' from now on." Smiling broadly at my new nickname, she rubbed my breasts in a circular motion and squeezed them together with her feet then pushed them apart. Finally, she just rested her feet heavily right on top of them. "Does that hurt?" she asked. "Yes, a little. You're squishing them." She made no move to let up, though. "They make a nice footrest," Liza noted. She wiggled her feet and toes trying to make them more comfortable. She gazed at me with her piercing blue eyes as she auditioned my breasts for the role of footrest. Unable to match her steely eyes, I alternated between looking up at her and glancing down to admire her feet as they rested on my aching tits. "I think I like this footrest better, though," Liza said, moving both feet from my breasts to my face. The balls of her feet fit right into my eye sockets. I felt her toes on my forehead, my chin just touching her heels. The sides of her feet rested on my cheekbones and my nose nestled into her arches. Liza relaxed in that position while I breathed deeply, trying to capture her wonderful aroma before the moment passed. I felt delirious, either from too much oxygen or too little, or maybe something else entirely. Finally, Liza removed her feet from my face and returned them to my shoulders. She let her knees relax outward and her bathrobe fell open, exposing her most private parts. My eyes were drawn to her sex, pouting, puffy and provocative. Her neatly trimmed black hairs framed a glistening dark red center, like a bowl of overripe cherries, skins bursting under pressure to release their sweet, warm juices. "Well, what do you want to do now?" she asked nonchalantly. "It's beautiful," I whispered reverently. I turned and kissed each calf, then leaned in, kissing her knees and along the insides of her thighs. Her feet slid down my back and she pulled me in with her legs. I had only dreamed of this before. I wasn't sure I knew how best to proceed, but my enthusiasm propelled me. I kissed every inch of her slowly, adoringly. I immersed myself in Liza's smells and flavors as her moisture leaked more steadily. When my tongue met her flesh, it was like a jolt to my brain. I had to serve Liza's pussy. All eternity existed only for this moment with the singular goal to give Liza pleasure. I licked up and down in long strokes alternating with sucking on her inner lips. My tongue probed her cleft as I gently coaxed more of her fluids into my wanton mouth. I repeated, lingering and savoring each step: lick, suck, thrust, lick, suck, thrust. I could have continued like that forever, but Liza began rocking her hips and moaning, "Mmm, uhhh, mmmm." Her hands wrapped around the back of my head, fingers entwined in my hair. I plunged in two fingers and massaged her soft, soaking, slippery depths. I licked around her clitoris until she screamed, "Ahhhh, ahhh, ahhhh" and I took it into my mouth and French kissed the fleshy nub. Liza's gasps climbed, "Ahh, oh, ahhh, oh, ahhhh," followed by a pause and one final abbreviated yelp, "Ah!" as she released a gush of her precious liquid onto my face and neck. With that she fell back on the bed, silent and still. I kissed her softly on her pubic hair, her thighs and tenderly on her lips, which remained open, like a butterfly warming its wings. As I kissed, a trickle of moisture continued to seep. I wiped my drenched hand on my breasts and smeared her juices from my cheeks and neck down to my chest and stomach. I wanted to bathe in her fluids, submerse myself. After she recovered, Liza sat up on her bed and pulled her legs under her. She looked down at me and said, "Come up here." She patted the bed. I crawled up onto the bed and lay on my side next to Liza. She shoved me over onto my back and threw one knee over my face. Before I knew what was happening, she lowered her pussy onto my mouth. I just caught a glimpse of her pink asshole and the surrounding halo of darker skin as it enveloped the bridge of my nose. Liza wiggled, getting comfortable as her perineum pressed my nose flat. She lifted back up and looked down at me. "Slide further up, toward the pillows." I inched up till my head was just touching the pillows. Liza said, "Further, get your head right in with them." I pushed the pillows apart enough to squeeze my head between them. Liza scooted back and remounted my face. Her ankles at my ears and the pillows on either side walled me in darkness. I extended my tongue and licked her slit tentatively. "No, just stick it out and hold it that way," Liza ordered. Raising herself slightly, she began to wiggle back and forth on my tongue, then on my nose, then back to my tongue. She even tickled her asshole across the tip of my nose. Bizarrely, even that smelled nice. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Without waiting for an answer, I heard it open. We both froze. "Oh. I'm sorry Liza." I heard her mother's voice. "I just came to tell you that dinner's ready. I didn't know you were busy. You just enjoy yourself. Take your time. It'll stay warm until you're ready." I heard the door close. Liza laughed gleefully and rocked her hips back and forth with abandon, her pubic hairs scraping from my nose to my chin like a coarse sponge through the lather of juices that covered my face. I lay there, struggling to keep my tongue extended, swallowing the flow that collected in the back of my throat along with stray pubic hairs. While Liza used my face, I gasped for breath in the hot wetness of the cavern formed by her pillows, her thighs, her crotch and her nectar mingled with my sweat. Zeroing in on her rhythm, she increased the pressure as she raked her folds across my nose and mouth. She leaned forward, grasping my breasts, her weight distributed with equal pain between them and my face. This wasn't like my tender, devoted services of before. She fucked my face furiously, careless of my discomfort. I was certain she was going to rub the skin right off my nose or bruise my lips against my teeth, but I didn't interfere. I merely tried to lap at her clit as it slid by. Finally she stopped abruptly, pressing down with more weight than I thought possible. Her pussy was sealed to my open mouth, her clit against my tongue and her tailbone jammed sharply against the bridge of my nose. Small rapid-fire spasms rippled through her entire body as she released another gush of fluid right down my throat. I swallowed rapidly to avoid choking. Exhausted, Liza flopped over on to her side. A cool rush of fresh air and light flooded my soaked and abused face. My relief was short-lived as Liza's bare feet started kicking me hard in the ribs until I slid off the bed and back to the floor. I placed small soft kisses on the soles of Liza's feet as she lay there recuperating. After a while, she rolled over onto her stomach. Without looking back, she ordered, "Clean me up." I crawled partway onto the bed, my legs draping over the side. I licked at Liza's butt and the insides of her thighs. I forced my chin into the mattress to clean around her pussy with my tongue. She spread her legs slightly and arched her hips, giving me better access. As I recovered, too, I felt myself slipping back into fervent adoration, happily licking the same areas a second time. "I meant for you to use a towel, you little slut, but this is nice. Get a towel from the bathroom and finish up. Bring my clothes, too." I hurried back and began wiping Liza's butt and thighs. She lifted herself onto her elbows and knees making it easy for me to wipe around her beautiful pussy. I leaned in and kissed it again reverently. "That's enough for now," she said as she reached back and smacked me on the forehead with her palm. I went back onto my knees on the rug. Liza stood up with her ass right in my face. I shuffled backward to give her room. "Put my clothes on," she said. I didn't find any underwear, so I slid the shorts up her legs. I held my cheek against her butt cheek and reached around to zip and button her shorts. She held her arms up and I stood and pulled the tee shirt over her head. Liza turned and put her hand on my shoulder, pushing me back to my knees. "Well Funbags, you have chores to do. Get busy. Come and find me when you're done." Epilogue That began a typical summer day for me. I was at Liza's house five or six times per week. I provided "personal services" whenever she wanted, which was usually three or four of those visits. On my off days, I thought about things I could do for Liza. I shopped or made little presents for her. The only other time Mrs. Johnston walked in on us, Liza was lying stomach down on her bed reading, while I licked and kissed her asshole. Her mother asked Liza what she wanted for dinner. They talked like there was nothing unusual so I continued with my task. My chores varied. I developed a routine for cleaning and laundry that helped me finish quickly, freeing up time for other duties. I regularly provided pedicures and manicures as well as massages of Liza's feet, legs, back and neck. I rubbed Mrs. Johnston's shoulders and neck a several times, too. As my hands got stronger, my massages improved. Sometimes, though, Liza would just use me as a footrest and have me fetch things for her. I was happy, so long as I had a flip-flop or sandal to clean. Liza really did want her bathroom clean enough to eat off. Often, after they ate, she would bring up a plate of leftovers, and dump it on the bathroom floor for my dinner. Occasionally, she would put a piece of food in the sink, on the shower floor and even on the toilet seat to emphasize her point. I didn't mind. I got it all pretty clean, but even if I didn't, no one used that room but Liza. Liza came to visit our house twice that summer. I spent so much time at Liza's house, my mom insisted on meeting her. Mom got a true taste of Liza's attitude, which made mom worry about all the time I spent with Liza. But she also understood why I did it. I saw Morgan more that summer, too. Liza and her played tennis frequently and I always carried their bags and acted as ball girl. They tried to get me to umpire, too, but they pretty quickly figured out that I called everything in Liza's favor. After their matches, I rubbed both Liza's and Morgan's feet and calves. They usually had me lick away the sweat and sock lint from their tired feet before applying lotion. I even spent a whole Saturday and Sunday as Morgan's personal servant when Liza sent me to her house one weekend. I learned to accept Morgan as my superior, but I never really liked her. On one other weekend, my favorite cousin was in town. I talked her into joining me, serving both Liza and Morgan at Liza's house while they had a sleepover. When the summer ended, I was crushed to see Liza go. I packed her things as she supervised and I cried while I loaded them into the car. I thanked her profusely and promised to be her personal servant again whenever she came back for the holidays or summer. Liza and I stayed in touch, but when she came home from school, I never felt as special as I did that first summer. But that's a topic for a future story.