0 comments/ 51942 views/ 4 favorites Car Accident Ch. 01 By: pedic7717 1st Day: Car Accident. The Consequences I was only driving too carefully on the shapely country road, on that Sunday early afternoon. My old car didn't give me many chances of overspeeding. Even now, I'm almost certain that it wasn't my fault. The young lady in shorts on the mountain bike was to blame. She literally fell on my car when I was trying to overtake her. She only fell. I actually think that she didn't even touch my car. Well yes, she was scared but nothing more. No bruises and other injuries, as I found out later. But I had to believe her when she told me that she couldn't move and I had to take her to her place. Even more I had to carry her wrecked bike as well. Fortunately her place was not far away and I was driving into her country house in a few minutes. She didn't say a word during this small trip. She only moaned making her beautiful face look ugly. She must me about twenty five years old I told to myself, very good looking. In fact she might work as a model, I could almost bet on this. I parked the car in front of the main door. Very nice place I thought. She told me to help her get out of the car and assist her to the door. When she opened the door, I realized that she must be quite wealthy and certainly with a very good taste. I helped her sit in her living room couch. She asked me if I could bring her a glass of water from the kitchen. Lucky me, I thought, the police was not involved (yet). Car accidents involving injuries (even small ones) can cause troubles, even if it wasn't your fault. Soon I'll be off and driving. By the time I brought the water she had slipped her long athletic socks to ankle height. Strange, I thought, since she could barely move. Then she told me that both her ankles were aching and asked me if I could soothe them. OK I thought, why not. Since she couldn't move (as she kept saying), she asked me to help her with her athletic shoes. I sat cross-legged on the floor in front of her in order to take them off. Then she told me to help her with her socks, which I did. Her feet didn't look bruised at all. And her toe nails were lovely manicured and painted red, probably by a true professional. She lazily rest her feet on my lap and I started massaging her ankles very gently. She seamed to be enjoying it a lot. After some time she asked me if I could massage her ankles a bit harder. OK I said, no problem. I still wonder if she was in real pain. She then asked me if I could carry on with her feet altogether, telling me that she felt a bit better. I started massaging her feet starting from her beautiful toes up to the ankles, down to the heels, her soles, back to the toes and so on. She looked very relaxed, with a beautiful smile on her lovely face. Then she started saying how dangerous the situation could be, and how lucky I was that the police weren't involved. She told me that she needed a good rest, and certainly someone to help her back on her feet again. She asked me if I could afford to pay the expenses since I was responsible for the accident (was I?). -I'm afraid no, I said. I'm not that rich. Can't we find some other way? I asked. -Then you have to be this person. It seems you are quite good at it. I think I won't be able to move freely for a couple of days, not to mention going to work. You can stay here, I have a spare room upstairs. When I'm all right, you can go and we both forget the incident. Do you agree? -Well, you don't give me a lot of chances miss ..... -Natasha, Natasha Smith. Pleased to have met you .... -Stanley, just Stanley (I lied. Better not give my real name). -Well Stanley the matter is settled, from now on you work for me as my servant and physiotherapist, until I get better, she said happily. Could you please go to the kitchen to fix me something to eat? A sandwich would be nice, she said lifting her feet from my lap. I went to the kitchen. Her refrigerator was full of goodies. I didn't have any problems preparing two nice cheese sandwiches and an orange juice. I took them to the living room. She was still sitting on the couch, her bare feet on the floor. -You can leave them here, next to the couch. And Stan, will you turn the TV set on and bring me the remote control, please? I did as I was told, thinking that the days to follow would be very busy (at least for me). Fortunately she seems very polite and understanding. There was an armchair close to the couch. The TV was on, time for me to get some rest as well. I sat down. She was eating the first sandwich, sipping some orange juice from time to time. She told me with a soft pleasant voice: -You make very tasty sandwiches Stan, well done! Thank you very much for being such a gentleman. But aren't you forgetting something? -I beg your pardon? -My naked feet Stan, they feel cold. Come here to warm them with your magic hands, as you did before. -But I thought I was soothing them from pain; aren't you in pain any more, Natasha? If you feel better already, I might as well leave and forget the incident. Her reaction stunned me. She suddenly became very serious. Her voice was angry. -Now look here Stan. Don't you ever get clever with me. Let's get some things straight. You agreed to be my servant for as much as I feel ill, so start behaving like one. For starters don't you ever again call me Natasha. We are not equal. I am 'Madame' to you. And never again criticize my orders. You are here to serve me, or I'll through you out. And you know what's going to happen then. I have very good friends in the police department. They would virtually believe everything I say. It's going to be your miserable word against mine. This is your last chance. You either leave now and face the consequences, or stay by my rules. Is this understood? I was beginning to think something was wrong, but the situation I was facing was far more serious than any expectations. What happened to that beautiful polite lady I met some time ago? Was she bluffing? I couldn't count on this. My word against hers, well that was definitely going to make me a looser. The facts were against me. There was no decision to make. I simply had to accept. -Yes Madame, it is clearly understood. I'll stay and be your servant for as much as you feel necessary. -So don't waste my valuable time. Come here to warm my feet! I stood up, and sat down cross-legged in front of her again. She placed her feet on my lap and I started the massage. How did I fell into her trap, I'll never know. She was now finishing the second sandwich. She left the plate on the small sofa my the couch. She turned the TV set off. -Now let's get down to business shall we? Her voice was hard and cold. Since we finished with formalities I'll tell you your duties here. Unfortunately you are not a trained servant, I can see this. I don't know what your main job is and frankly I don't care. Here you'll be my obedient servant. If you make a mistake I am planning to punish you, as it pleases me. Of course you can leave anytime you like and face the consequences. I'm now going to tell you what you have to do and what you mustn't do. Try to remember them. I hate repeating myself. Don't bother giving me an answer. You could only say YES Madame! I was still massaging her feet, thinking that I'm really in trouble. I only managed to face her in the eyes with an obedient look. Then she started with the rules. -You never say no to me... You never look at me in the eyes unless I tell you to do so... My wish is your command... You never speak to me unless necessary, or ordered to do so... You must keep the house clean and tidy. You clean my clothes, prepare my food and generally watch the house... In fact, to make things simple, you do as I say and as I like... By the way I don't like your silly name. Did you ever think that I believed you're called Stanley? How foolish of you, stupid boy! I need some other name to call you. A name that suits my position, reflecting yours. Yes, I found it! I shall be calling you slave, with small 's'. Yes, I like that, how clever of me, that's your new name for as long as you are here. You'd better get used to your new name, slave! My new name she says! Better say my new social position. How such a beautiful woman can be so cruel? I'll never know. -By the way slave, since I cannot visit my beauty parlor, you'll be my beautician as well. I imagine you will be able to take care of my hair with my instructions. I will take care of my hands and face, but you have to take care of my body and especially my feet. I' m very proud of my feet and I always want them to be nice. As you realize it's impossible for me to bend, so you'll have to do it. And I don't mean just a massage. I have all the gear you need. By God, it's going to be a very interesting healing period, at least for me. It was very nice that we met in such a way my good and obedient slave. I'm going to enjoy every minute I'll spend with you in my service. One of my childhood dreams is coming true. Her voice became soft again. -As a child I often dreamt of being Cleopatra, the queen of Egypt. With lots of slaves to attend to my needs, whichever they were. I would sit dreaming for hours, relaxing, giving orders and punishing disobedient slaves. You are only one, but you have to make do. I think I'm going to be ill for a longer period than I had, or you had imagined. From now on, I'm Cleopatra and you are my humble slave. Now I have to think what Cleopatra's slaves would do to show her their gratitude and total submission. Do you have any idea slave? she said pushing me with her right foot on the floor. -No Madame, I' sorry, I said, taking my old position with her feet on my lap. -I didn't think that you do. Anyway you are not here to think but to obey. I'll do the thinking for you. Let me think now... YES I've got it! she said mischievously. In the medieval ages a gentleman would kiss a lady's hand to show his appreciation. A slave should do something humbler than this gesture. Now slave this is my wish and your command, she said in a serious voice. You must kiss my feet every time you have to show me your gratitude, appreciation and total obedience. If I wear shoes then you have to kiss them instead. Needless to say that you must do this on your knees! -Yes Madame, I stumbled, keeping my eyes low, level with her feet. But how do I know when I have to do this? -You stupid worm! Must I tell you what is obvious? Every time you see me of course! In fact start right now! She said pushing me away with her feet. -Come here, you miserable slave, to show me your obedience! I knelt in front of her, bent down to the floor and kissed her feet once. -Is my Madame satisfied? I asked on my knees. -Well not exactly as I thought. Something is missing. We both have to improvise. Let's see. First of all every time you kiss my feet I must realize that your intentions are to worship me. Remember, I'm your mistress and you're my slave. This must be very clear. In a way it must be obvious that my position is very high and yours very low. Let's try something a bit more sophisticated. I think you can make it. This time you kneel in front of me, placing your hands on the floor, head down. I rest my feet on your hands and you worship me, saying something nice. Do it, slave! Still kneeling, I stretched my arms and placed my palms upwards on the floor by her bare feet, staring at her toe nails. She placed her feet on my hands. I slightly closed my fingers gently enclosing her soles in my palms. Moving my face close to her feet I pressed my mouth on her toe nails giving her a warm wet kiss on each foot. Then I said: -I am Your humble slave, Madame! Your Wish is my command! My face was still close to her feet, my mouth almost touching her toes. I felt a strange warm feeling at that moment. Something telling me that I actually liked what I was doing. But I couldn't understand why. -Much better now. I'm quite pleased. I'm beginning to feel like a queen. But you said too many words. You are not here to talk, but to obey. You must always remember this. I think you should stick to "Your Wish is my command" for the time being. By the way, I just realized that your warm breath on my feet pleases me. Stay down there warming my feet with your breath, slave. And next time remember to take your watch off. It makes too much noise touching the floor and in any case you won't be needing it while you are here. I stood there for a long time, softly blowing my warm breath on her feet, keeping them warm. Something urged me to kiss her feet again but I wouldn't dare. -Your hands make a nice foot mat, slave and you just gained your second honorary title: you are my personal foot warmer, as well as my personal slave. Don't you feel happy? -Yes Madame, I'm very happy, I said continuing to warm her feet with my breath. -You know slave, the scene is almost perfect. Here I am, sitting on my couch, like a real queen, with a man lying next to my feet in total submission and obedience. You are much better than a dog I used to have. You should see yourself in a mirror, she said smiling playfully. Just now, you are nothing more than a warm foot mat. And you belong to me! I can do anything I like with you! When I finish with your training, you'll be my best buy. You learn fast, and I'm beginning to like you. I can actually assure you that with my guidance you'll be the perfect slave in no time. My female friends will envy me when they see you at work here. I might even let them borrow you, for a couple of hours only. I can't afford to loose you for a longer period. I think every woman in the world should have at least one dedicated slave. I'm so anxious to show you to my friends! In fact why not give a party for them here tomorrow evening. What an idea! Here is your program for tomorrow slave : You'll prepare what is necessary in the morning. Simple things like what you did before. Some club sandwiches, salad sandwiches, toasts, vegetable salad, cheese and juices. Wine and alcohol is in the bar, next to the TV set. You'll find cool beer in the refrigerator. I'll try not to disturb your program in the morning, but don't take it for granted. Don't forget that I make the rules, slave! You'll get some rest early noon after you serve me lunch. A couple of the sandwiches prepared for the party. In the afternoon you'll help me become beautiful. I want my friends to find me stunning in every detail, from head to toe. You'll prepare my bath, help me with the bath, make my hair, give me a nice massage putting lotion all over my body and finally, but most important, treat my feet. I'll tell you the details tomorrow. My God, I so happy! You are my lucky lottery ticket, slave! Tomorrow evening I'll introduce you to the other girls in the party as my personal slave. Of course I expect you to worship me as best as you can. If I'm not satisfied, you'll be punished. No other man will be here tomorrow but you. So that we can do anything we like, without anyone complaining, or even trying to defend you. I couldn't see her from my position by her bare feet, but I could realize from the touch of her voice that she was really excited, like a small spoilt child. Tomorrow would be a hard day for me. Somehow I think I liked the idea. I wonder why... -Now slave, I'm going to bed. You'll help me of course. She lifted her feet, thus freeing my hands. She stood up and went up the stairs to her bedroom, ordering me to follow. Her bedroom was large, tidy and smartly furnished. A large double bed was in the center, covered with a pink blanket. I helped her get undressed, put her night gown on and pulled the blanket for her to lie down. She sat on the edge of the bed and ordered me to clean her soles from the dust, since I didn't fetched her slippers as I should. I knelt in front of her and took her right foot on my hands, carefully wiping off the dust from her sole, with my fingers. I carefully lowered her foot to the floor and proceeded with the other. When I finished, I took both her feet on my hands, bending down to the floor and kissed them softly. -Your wish is my command, Madame! Your humble servant bids you goodnight. She lifted her feet and lied on the bed. I carefully pulled the blanket over her. She didn't say a word. I walked out of the room closing the door very carefully behind me. My room was next to hers. Small but nice. A small door on the side lead to a tiny bathroom. I'd better have a look around to know the house, I thought. The main bathroom was on the other side of Madame's room. As I found out, you could reach it either from the corridor, or from Madame's bedroom. It was large and smartly decorated. The bath tab (like a small round pool) was in one corner, with curtains to hide the view, if ever needed. An easy chair with a foot stool was next to the bath tab. I found her slippers near by. A large cabinet on one side was full of Madame's shoes. There must be over 30 pairs, all kind of shoes, and very expensive. Next to it, a smaller cabinet contained various towels. On top of it I saw all sort of beauty creams and lotions, including a small case with manicure equipment (files, clippers, nail polish remover and pads, nail polish...). A laundry basket was placed behind the main door. A large mirror decorated one side of the room. I looked at myself wondering what's going to happen in the near future. I couldn't get an answer. I took her slippers to my room and put them on the small cabinet by the bed. Next time I won't forget, I thought. I went downstairs to get acquainted with the kitchen and utensils. I also cleaned the dishes. I then went out to park my old car somewhere at the back yard behind the house, I wouldn't be needing it for some time. Finally, I went upstairs to my room to get some rest. Tomorrow would be a very busy day. I lied down. Soon I fell fast asleep... Car Accident Ch. 02 2nd Day: Madame' s beauty bath & Party Next morning a bell woke me up. Probably the door, I thought. I'd better get down to see. I quickly dressed up and rushed towards the stairs. Then a harsh female voice made me stop. -Slave! Come here you miserable worm! It's Madame! I said to myself. I'd better go quickly. I rushed to my room, took her slippers with me and ran to her bedroom. I knocked at the door and entered the room. I knelt beside her bed and put her slippers on the floor. I was looking at the floor. -Good morning Madame! Your Wish is my command! I said. -Next time to be so late it's going to be 'My Wish your punishment'. -I'm terrible sorry Madame, but I thought it was the door bell. -So be it. Now bring me my breakfast; sliced toasted bread, butter and marmalade and an orange juice. And bring me my agenda, it's downstairs by the phone. I stood up and went downstairs to prepare Madame's breakfast. After ten minutes I was going to her room with a breakfast dish and the agenda. I entered her room and stood beside the bed. -Your breakfast Madame. I put the disk on the bed and knelt on the floor waiting. She tasted the orange juice. -Good, fresh orange, as I like it. Prepare my foam bath, slave. I've decided to take care of myself first. You can prepare the party food later. Be careful, warm water, foam and salts. -Yes Madame! I do as you please, I said and left her room. I went to the main bathroom and opened the water, adjusting the temperature. The door leading to her bedroom was half opened. She was laughing on the phone. I couldn't hear very clearly. From a few words I managed to pick, she was talking about a surprise get well party. She was saying that she had a small accident with an idiot, but she put him in place. That's me, I thought. No, nothing serious. It's going to be just a friendly female gathering. No boys allowed. They would realize the reason when they come. She's OK now. No problem. The bath was full of water now. I put some foam and bathing salts, took a couple of towels from the cabinet and placed them on the easy chair next to the bath tab. I hope I didn't forget anything, I said to myself. I went back to her room. She was still talking on the phone. I knelt by the bed and waited for her to hang up. -Your bath is ready, Madame! I said in a soft obedient voice. -Excellent. She pulled she blanket and lowered her feet on the floor. Before they touched the floor, I took them in my hands and kissed them passionately. She waited for me to finish, enjoying it very much I imagine. -Your Wish is my command! I said putting her slippers on her beautiful feet. She stood up and went to the bathroom ordering me to follow. She stood by the bath tab waiting for me to get her slippers off. Then she tried the water with the tips of her toes. She told me to draw the curtain. Then she gave me her clothes behind the curtain. She is naked now, I thought, and a strange warm feeling swept all over my body. I put her clothes in the laundry basket. She then ordered me to draw the curtains and help her with her bath. She was lying in the foam water, relaxed, as beautiful as ever. I knelt by the bath tab and rubbed her long light brown hair with my bare hands, gently massaging her skin. She then gave me a natural sponge and I began scrubbing her back very softly. Yes she was very beautiful. She then lied down resting her head on a pillow by the edge of the tab and lazily offered me her leg. I was beginning to get wet already with all this water around me, but I didn't mind. I rubbed both her legs with the sponge, working from thighs to soles, being very careful between her toes. I didn't dare looking her in the face, but I was certain she was very pleased. Somehow I felt happy and proud for this. I also had the feeling that she was looking at me all the time. She then told me to draw the curtain and fetch her a large towel, which I did. I gave her the towel behind the closed curtains. -Open the curtains, slave! I drew the curtains apart. There she was wrapped in the big white towel, water dropping on the floor. She looked gorgeous. I didn't dare looking her in the eyes, but she certainly had the glamour of a real queen. She walked triumphantly and lied down on the easy chair. -Fetch me a towel and wrap my hair, slave! I fetched the towel and I wrapped her beautiful wet hair carefully. -Don't stand there stupid, come and dry my feet. I took another towel and knelt in front of her feet, the towel spread on my lap. She lifted her right foot and I placed it on my lap, rubbing it softly with the towel. I was very gentle when working on her toe nails and between her toes. The nail polish was still shinning, but some very small areas on the tips of her nails were slightly discolored. Her feet had the scent of roses, from the foam bath I had placed in the water. -Very good my obedient slave, she told me. So far you are very good. I'm quite pleased with you. You will make a very good dedicated slave. Don't disappoint me. -No Madame, I'll never disappoint you. I'll always do my best to serve you in any way I can. I was drying the other foot when I had a glance in the mirror. There she was, lying on the easy chair, with me at her feet in total submission. She was really Cleopatra the queen, and I was becoming her obedient dedicated slave. Somehow I began to like the idea. When I dried her feet, I bent to the floor and kissed them again -Your wish is my command, Madame! My lips remained in full contact with her feet, as if I wanted this kiss of submission to last for ever. -Well slave, you please me a lot with your behavior. It seems that you undertook your position very seriously and responsibly. I think we are going to get along very nicely together. She lifted her left foot and let it rest on my head, softly rubbing my hair with her sole. Her touch was so tender, her sole so soft. I was still pressing my lips on her other foot, feeling really happy for the first time after the accident. She lifted my head with her foot and started playing with my face. She closed my eyes with her sole and started playing with my ears. She then started moving down and took my nose between her toes. I had to open my mouth to breath. She then started rubbing my teeth with the big toe. Suddenly she pressed her foot inside my mouth. Her toenails scratched my palate. She wobbled her toes inside my mouth as if trying to explore it. I had to open my mouth as much as I could in case my teeth hurt her skin. Then she took it out and lowered my face with her foot. She placed both her feet on my hands again waiting to worship her. I started kissing them passionately for a long time. -This is your reward for satisfying me, slave she said. Consider my foot caressing as a token of appreciation. Now fetch me the hair dryer from the towel closet and dry my hair. I did as I was told. I took a hair brush and begun brushing her hair drying them with the hair dryer. She had lovely long hair. It took me about half an hour, but the result was astonishing. I fetched a face mirror and she looked at it. -Well done, slave. Now bring the manicure set and a couple of small towels. You're going to treat my hands as well as my feet. From your progress so far, I think you can do it. I took the foot stool and sat next to her, with the things she asked me. She told me to spread a towel on my laps and she rest her left hand on it. She told me that normally a proper manicure, or pedicure consists of more steps. I would learn them as we went along. With her instructions I took a nail polish remover pad and carefully removed the varnish from her nails. She then showed me how to trim her finger nails with the nail file. I was never going to use a nail clipper, she told me. The nail file is much better, although it takes more time to finish. Using the file I started trimming her nails, starting from the small finger. I tried to shape them according to her instructions, and I must say that I was surprised by my progress. When I finished with the file, she showed me how to remove any dirt from underneath the nails with the special tool. I was scared I might hurt her, but luckily all went well. She then showed me how to remove dead skin from the nail surface using a small brush, cotton pads and a small stick. Finally she showed me how to polish her nails with the special polishing file. She told me that it was no time for me to apply nail varnish, since I might not be able to do it. But next time, she expected me to do it. She told me that I had to practice on my nails in my free time. When I finished polishing her nails, she looked at her hand and told me that I did a very good job, considering it was my first time. Indeed her hand looked very pretty, with her nails shining as if they were varnished with lacquer. I massaged her hand with hand cream and went on the other side to treat her right hand. This time she didn't had to tell me anything. I remembered everything and after some time, I was proud to have completed the first manicure on my Madame's hands. She now looked at both her hands, occasionally licking the tips of her nails, to see that the ends were really soft. -Excellent, slave! I wouldn't expect you to be so good. You certainly seem to have a natural talent of ... being the perfect servant. So far I am very satisfied with your progress. Now time to look after my feet. But before you begin, bring me a fashion magazine from my bedroom, on the bedside table. I went to her room and in no time I was back, giving her the magazine. I took the stool and sat opposite to her. I lowered the stool, so that she could easily rest her left foot on the towel already spread on my lap (I'm getting good at it!). She seemed occupied reading the magazine. -Do you wish to remove the nail varnish, Madame? I asked. -Yes. You do exactly as you did with my hands. Some other time I'll show you the steps for a proper pedicure, she said and continued with her reading. I looked in the mirror again. There she was lying on the easy chair, relaxing and reading the magazine, her foot on my lap. My figure was bent on top of her foot, in total submission. I actually found the scene very romantic and inspiring. Maybe Madame was right after all. Probably my destiny was to serve her. Maybe I Did have a talent to become a personal dedicated servant. A talent that I never knew it existed, until this magnificent woman showed me the way. I started removing the varnish from her toe-nails, starting from the small toe. I found it to be harder than treating hands, since the toes are shorter, and more difficult to keep separated. But I did my best not to annoy my Madame and disturb her from reading. I soon discovered that the best way to handle toes was to hold each toe by index and thumb pulling it slightly upwards, thus separating it from the rest. Also that the best way to remove the varnish was to keep the pad pressed on the nail for some time, then pulling it away with steady pressure towards the tip of the nail. I humbly asked my Madame if she could put her other foot as well on my lap. She did what I asked without disturbing her reading. I removed the varnish from her right foot as well. When I removed all the varnish I was surprised to see that her nails were in perfect condition, with a healthy skin pink color. They looked absolutely lovely. No wonder why she told me she feels very proud of her feet. They were like ten small sweet lollipops waiting to be sucked! Isn't it strange? I think I'm beginning to fall in love with my Madame's feet! Can this me true? I took the file and carefully started filing her toe nails with very gentle strokes softly blowing away the dust from her nails. I gave special care to every lovely toe. Somehow I believed they should all look perfect after I've finished with the treatment. Then I removed the dirt from underneath her toe nails and the dead skin from above, as I did with her fingers. When I finished, I started polishing her toe nails with the polishing file, with soft gentle strokes. It took me more than an hour to finish just polishing, since I worked very slowly, watching not to cause any disturbance to my Madame. But when I finished, the result was really astonishing. I really think I did a very good job. Her toe nails looked perfect in any aspect. I felt so happy! I then put lotion on her feet and gave them a soft relaxing massage all over. When I finished with the foot massage, I couldn't help but taking both her feet on my hands and kissing each of her divine toes separately. By the time I was doing this, she stopped reading and watched me carefully. Then I gave her a passionate kiss on each of her soles. -May I say Madame that I have finished? She examined her feet. I heard her laughing slightly. -Very good my humble slave! You've done a perfect job on my feet. Kneel before me. She lifted her feet and waited. I took the stool away and knelt in front of her feet in total submission. My eyes were fixed to her lovely shiny toe nails. She extended her feet close to my face. -Now slave for your reward. What better reward for a slave than to be allowed to show his appreciation to his absolute Mistress! You may kiss my feet to worship me and show your appreciation. I took her beautiful feet in my hands and started kissing them all over. I kissed her toes, her ankles, her divine soles. -Thank you very much Madame. I'm your obedient slave. I'm so happy I was able to satisfy you! -Enough with your reward, slave! She said pushing me away with her feet. Let's go on with business. I'm going for a ride to town to get some fresh air. You'll prepare what's required for the party. Fetch me my slippers. I crawled close to her feet and put her slippers on. I followed her to the bedroom, where I was ordered to wait outside. Then she called me again. She was standing next to the wardrobe. She was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of pants. I helped her with the rest of the clothes. Then she sat on an armchair and kneeling in front of her, I very carefully put her stockings on. Finally I fetched her a pair of black medium heel shoes from the bathroom and helped her put them on. When I finished, I kissed the tips of her shoes once. -I expect lunch will be ready by the time I return, slave! She said and walked away. Very soon I heard the front door closing behind her and a car driving away. No time to waste, I said to myself. I went to the kitchen to prepare the party food. As I said before, her refrigerator was full. So I didn't have too much problems making some good looking party dishes, with sandwiches, salads, cheese, ham, boiled eggs and omelets. I made lots of natural orange juice and put some more beer in the freezer from the cellar. (I discovered a small door next to the refrigerator leading to it). I also made a special dish for my Madame's lunch, using all my expertise and imagination. I then cleaned the kitchen and swap the floor. I went to the living room to make sure everything was in order. There was a buffet on one corner where I would put the food and drinks at the right time. I then rushed upstairs to make her bedroom and clean the bathroom. It must have taken me more than three hours to finish everything. I was beginning to feel tired. My knees started aching from all that kneeling in front of my mistress. I only hoped that everything was in order and I hadn't forgotten anything. I then went to my room to get some rest and phone my boss. My excuses didn't satisfy him and he told me that if I wasn't there till Wednesday, I might as well forget my job. As soon as I hang up, I heard Madame's car approaching. I ran to her bedroom, took her slippers and ran to the main door. I knelt and waited. When she opened her door, I bent down, face on the floor. -Your wish is my Command, Madame! I said. -You silly slave, you scared me! She said with a voice showing surprise and satisfaction at the same time. She walked in the living room and sat in the couch. I went after her kneeling again in front of her feet. She extended her feet towards me. After kissing her shoes, I took them off and very gently I put her slippers on, waiting for further instructions. -I bought you a present, she said and handed me a book titled 'How to treat nails'. Read it carefully. It's got everything you need to become an expert on the subject. -Thank you very much Madame, I'm grateful. May I take it to my room to study it later? -Yes, you may, but don't be late. I stood up and rushed to my room with the book. I was back in no time, again kneeling in front of her. -Fetch me my lunch, slave! She ordered. And turn the TV set on. I brought her the dish I'd prepared for her and switched the television on, giving her the remote control. Again I knelt in front of her, waiting my orders. She was slowly eating her sandwiches, watching TV, sipping some orange juice from time to time. When she finished, she put the dish on the sofa by the couch. -I'm going upstairs to rest. You may do the same after you finish tiding up. In the evening I expect you to be at your best. DON'T disappoint me! -No Madame, I'll try to do the best I can. She stood up. I followed her to her room, where she sat on the armchair, waiting for me to take her stockings off. Her lovely feet revealed to me in all their beauty. I couldn't help but bending, taking then in my hands and giving them a kiss of faith and obedience. She pushed me away. -Enough, slave. Help me undress. I want to get some sleep. After some time she was lying on the bed, covered with the pink blanket. I silently walked away, closing the door behind me. I went to my room to get some rest. I also managed to have a look on the book she gave me. I found it very interesting and very helpful. I should find time to read it very carefully, I thought. After an hours rest, I went downstairs to put all things in place. The food and drinks were now on the buffet, in the living room. I was so upset about the party to come. Would I be able to succeed according to Madame's expectations? I sincerely hoped so... It was getting dark when my Madame called me again. I knocked at the bedroom door and entered her room. -Go to the kitchen, by the oven and turn the heating on. Come back quickly, she said still lying down on her bed. When I came back I knelt by her bed. She took her feet out of the blanket and sat on the bed, waiting to finish my worship. After kissing her feet, I put her slippers on and help her to get dressed. She was not going to wear stockings. I was ordered to fetch her a pair of red high heel light shoes from the bathroom. She sat on the armchair again and I put her shoes on her lovely feet. I finally tied the laces around her legs. Her feet looked superb in every aspect. Her shiny toe nails appeared in between the laces inviting me to love them. Her ankles rested on the heels of the shoes, like small castles ready to be conquered. I kissed the tips of her shoes, and she stood up. -You stay to your room until I call you by clapping my hands three times. I'll open the door when my friends arrive, she said and went downstairs. I went back to my room, thinking what's going to happen during the party. Surely Madame's imagination was so wild, that I couldn't guess what she was going to ask me to do. Soon the bell rang, and half an hour later I could hear laughs and female voices from downstairs. The stereo was playing some easy listening music. No doubt, I thought, she must be telling them her incident and how I was deeply involved from head to toes! Then I heard the three claps! I was so upset. How could I stand to be humiliated in front of other women? So far it was between me and my Lady and I was beginning to like it. But now it was something different. I was going to be exposed. What if someone I knew, was in the party too? How would I face her? No time to think or even to worry, I said to myself and trying to be as calm as I could I went to the stairs. Car Accident Ch. 02 As I was going down the stairs I took a glimpse of the living room. There were five women including Madame, standing by the buffet, talking and sipping drinks. They didn't notice me until I was next to Madame's feet and knelt to the floor. Suddenly silence fell. I was certain that everybody was watching me. Madame extended her right foot. I took it to my hands and kissed the tip of her shoe. -Your wish is my Command, Madame! I said and stayed bent to the floor in total submission. I could hear puzzled voices asking what's going on and who this man was. My Madame asked everyone to sit down to explain her little surprise. When she sat down, she crossed her beautiful legs and I knelt besides her, keeping my head down staring .at her divine feet. Although I was quite upset, I wasn't falling apart as I was initially afraid. Then she started explaining how the accident happened and that it was this man's whole responsibility. She told them about the agreement we had and some of the terms I had to follow. Her voice sounded triumphant. No doubt she was showing off. And why not. She was the absolute winner, the total conqueror of me. I could realize that her friends were embarrassed, but I could also see signs of envy to their words. They kept asking all sorts of questions about my position, if she found it helpful, if she liked it and so on. She answered all their questions willingly. She also explained that now she didn't have to lift a hand to get something done. All she had to do was to give the order. She also told them how obedient I was, and how keen on my new position. Someone remarked that she was actually owning a slave rather than employing a servant. She agreed smiling, telling them that in fact this was my new name as well as my position. -And now girls for a demonstration! She said. -Slave, show me your appreciation and obedience! I immediately grasp both her feet in my hands and started kissing them all over. She then lifted one foot and rested it on my back. I was now her foot stool, still kissing the other foot. She then placed her foot on my head, her heel hurting my skin. I could feel the amazement remarks made by the rest. Suddenly she pushed me away on the floor. -Now slave, I want you to show your appreciation to my friend Sheila, next to me. I crawled next to miss Sheila feet. She was wearing black high boots. I took them to my hands. She tried to draw them back. I went closer and took them in my hands, kissing the dusty tips of her boots. She seemed relaxed now. I could hear the woman next to her laughing. She was wearing high heel pumps. -Your wish is my Command, miss Sheila! -Now to Angela, slave! By the time I reached miss Angela, she had already taken off her right shoe revealing her bare foot. I took it gently in my hands and kissed her orange painted toe nails. Her foot was a bit smelly, but no time to mind. -Your wish is my Command, miss Angela! I said. She also rested her other foot on my head. She was enjoying it a lot. She pushed me down to her bare foot, so that I could go on kissing it. Her foot was beautiful, but her manicurist not so professional. The other women said that they were not interested in showing them my appreciation. I heard Madame's voice again. -Since three of us enjoy your services, lie down on your back by the couch to be our foot mat, slave! I spread out in parallel with the couch next to their feet. My Madame placed her feet on my face, her shoes hurting my nose. The two others rested their feet on my body. By God, they were so heavy. I could hardly breath, since a pair of feet pressed my chest, and Madame's feet obscuring my mouth and nose. I must have been in this miserable position for more than an hour. My body started aching all over. But I was able to hold, for my Madame's sake. Then my Madame kicked me on the head. I think that the party was over. -To the door, slave! Everybody stood up, and got ready to leave. They kept congratulating Madame for her new slave. Angela actually asked if she could borrow him some time. Madame agreed with a tone of satisfaction to her voice. I held the door open until everybody left and waited Madame to come back from the garden. She came after some time and sat on the couch.. I knelt before her, my eyes level with her feet. Probably it was windy outside, I thought, since her toe nails looked a bit dusty. -I'm so tired! Fetch me my slippers, slave! I ran upstairs and was back with her slippers in no time. She extended her feet, so that I could untie and remove her shoes. When I carefully took her shoes off, I realized that her feet were a bit dirty with dust. Still holding her beautiful feet on my hands I began speaking: -Does Madame wish to take a bath? I humbly asked. -No, I'm too tired for that. -May I propose a warm relaxing foot bath, to get the dust off your feet Madame? -Since you've mentioned it, it's a nice idea. I carefully placed her feet on the floor, to go upstairs to fetch what was required. Suddenly she struck me on the face with her foot. I was so surprised, I fell on the floor. -You didn't think you were going to get over so easily did you slave? She said in a hard voice. I crawled back to her feet and took them in my hands. -I'm very sorry Madame, but I was thinking of..... -You are not here to think but to obey! She interrupted me. I'm going to tell you how I wish to take my foot bath, not you, you silly slave! I told you, don't get clever with me. I'll forget the incident for the first time, but next time you disobey my orders you'll be punished. Now listen to me carefully. I want a queen's foot bath and no less. I offer you the honor of licking my feet clean, you miserable slave. Let's see if you can make it. I don't think you would mind swallowing my foot dirt. Start from my toes, slave! She rested her left foot on my back and offered me her right foot. I took it gently in my hands and putting her big toe in my mouth I started sucking. It had a strange taste, a mix of dust and light foot smell. Soon enough, the big toe was clean the toe nail shiny. I proceeded with the next toe, being very careful not to hurt her with my teeth. My tongue did all the work needed. After licking all her toes clean, I bent further, holding her foot on my hands and started licking her soft velvet sole, starting from the toes going to the heel. I had to lick harder, since some dust was actually stuck on her skin from the shoe pressure. But after some time her sole was licked clean. I proceeded with the upper part of her foot, licking gently and sucking any dirt from her skin. I'm sure she was enjoying it. My mouth tasted like socks, my tongue got tired from all this licking. I finished up by licking her heel and ankles. Then she offered me the other foot, resting the clean one on my back again. I proceeded as before, starting from her pretty toes and finishing by licking her lovely ankles. My mouth felt sore, my tongue like a rough carpet. But I didn't complain. When I finished, she placed both her feet on my hands, to worship them. I started kissing them hardly, licking them again and softly sucking each toe in my mouth. I was doing this for some time. Her feet were soaked from my saliva. I heard her saying. -You know slave, I think this is the proper way to get my feet soaked and ready for treatment. Forget the warm water you might have read in the book. This is how I wish you to treat my feet. From now on, when I ask for a foot bath, you do exactly as you did just right now. And when you treat my feet, I always expect you to soak them with your tongue. Now dry my feet with your breath, slave! I'm going to sleep. I did as I was told. Then I put her slippers on and followed her to the bedroom where I helped her get undressed and lie down to bed. She offered me her feet to kiss them. As I was kissing her divine feet, she started talking softly. I didn't stop and listened. -I must admit that you did quite a nice job down there, my good slave! I'm pleased with your services. I could never have imagined that a man could really be in your position. I really feel happy that we've met. Do you? -Yes Madame! I said and continued with the kissing. -Here you are, at my feet, like a true slave. Your best reward only to be allowed to kiss them! How romantic! My dreams become true finally. Yes I'm really a queen now, and you're nothing but my humble slave. Your humiliation is the proof of my glory. You belong only to me and I feel I can do anything I like with you, don't you agree? -Yes Madame, your wish is my Command! -Good. I think that your place here suits your talents. In fact your destiny seems to be serving my needs. You learn fast, you don't make mistakes twice, you put good effort to keep me satisfied. I suspect that you begin to like your new place here. Don't answer now, no point since you don't have any other choice. But it seems that being my personal slave, was what you always wanted, even without realizing it. I was still kneeling on the floor, her feet in my hands, continuously kissing them. Maybe she was right after all. If she says that I'm good at it, she could be right. I began wondering if in fact my place was at her feet, as her loyal foot slave. Maybe my destiny was to wait her hand and foot. Suddenly I felt that holding her feet in my hands and kissing them was really a reward for me. Looking at her feet I thought they were actually friendly to me. Am I going crazy? Her toes waited for my kisses and somehow I felt they were smiling to me. It's insane, I thought. My kisses were wet and passionate now. She must have realized it. -It seems you are in love with my magnificent feet, slave! This is something I wish to allow. This way you'll take care of my feet more efficiently. I think I like this, she said playfully. You are not only my personal dedicated slave, my foot warmer, my foot mat, my foot beautician, my foot cleaner and dryer, but my foot lover as well. I might even allow you to talk to my feet, sometime. It's going to be very interesting, even exciting, she said happily. Now stop! She said pushing me away with her feet. I wish to sleep. I bid her goodnight and left the room closing the door behind me. I went to my room to get some rest. Another day past with me in her service. And what a day! I thought. A really busy day for me. I felt really exhausted, physically and mentally. I wasn't sure if I liked the job here, but certainly it was a hard job, no doubt about it. Somehow though, I felt that I had to work really hard to be good at it. For what reason? I asked myself. Starting as her slave, what would my position be in the future? A slave is always a slave. Keeping in mind her attitude, that position would never change for me for as long as I'm here. No money to earn for my services. I think that's clear, although she didn't mention it. Yesterday I only wished that I could be away as soon as possible, forgetting the whole story afterwards. But tonight, I was puzzled. Something was telling me that I should grab the opportunity and stay here. Anyway, being a salesman was not what I really liked. But being a slave, is it better? I felt so confused. How would an intelligent human being feel after all the humiliations I experienced during the day? Why did I feel so good in the end, when I was just kissing her feet? So many questions without any answers. Maybe tomorrow the situation could become clear. Finally I fell asleep. I surely needed it. Car Accident Ch. 03 3rd Day: Commitment & Punishment Next morning, I was up and dressed when the bedroom bell rang. In no time I was knocking Madame's door. I entered the room and knelt besides the bed as usual. -Come closer, slave! She ordered. Still on my knees, I crawled until my head touched the bed. She sat on the bed, resting her soles on my head, pushing it hardly to the floor. I had to turn my head so that the right side of my face was touching the floor, while the other side was supporting her feet. -Next time you present yourself, be sure to be properly shaved! Your bristles annoy the skin of my soles. Unless this is your idea of skin remover, she joked. She rubbed her soles hardly on my face. -Fetch me my breakfast! She said lifting her feet from my face. I ran downstairs to prepare her breakfast. After some time I was back, holding the breakfast dish. I waited for her to tell me where to put it. She sat on the right side of the bed, resting her back on the pillows. I placed the dish on her lap and knelt beside the bed. She started eating. Then she spread her right leg out of the bed. I was ready to take her bare foot gently on my hands, bending down until I touched the floor. She wanted me to worship her, I thought and began kissing her foot passionately. She didn't say a word. She simply went on with her breakfast. Yes, she had gorgeous feet, I realized that. They were perfect. She was right again. I fell in love with her feet. Now I was certain. And somehow I felt happy for this. She certainly enjoyed her breakfast, with me gently holding her foot in my hands, offering my best kisses. I was kissing each separate toe, then going on with the rest of her foot, finishing with her ankle and starting all over again from her lovely toes. Yes, I thought. This is what I liked, this is what I always wanted, now I knew. There's no reason asking myself why. This is it, and no more. I'll become her dedicated slave and I'll do my best to keep her satisfied and keep my place at her service. If my only reward was to be allowed to kiss her divine feet, thus showing my dedication, then so be it. I would be very happy with this reward, and do my best to be able to receive it. Yes, I told myself! It's a great honor for me to kiss her feet. I actually felt grateful that she offered me this honor. For the first time in my life I felt so good, even so happy. Yes, I assured myself. I'll become the best slave she ever had. I'll do anything she orders me. I'll become anything she likes. I'll offer her my body and mind to do anything she decides with them. She knows what's good for me, so I'll obey her beyond any doubt. And I'll always receive with gratitude any rewards she thinks appropriate for me. Suddenly tears started dropping from my eyes. Tears of happiness, joy and fulfillment. My Madame realized this. She lifted my face with her foot. She then touched my eyes with her toes. She felt my tears on her lovely skin. -Look at me , slave! She ordered. For the first time after we met, I was able to look at her in the face. How beautiful she was! How magnificent! My eyes were wet with tears, she could now see it. -You're crying! She said surprised. She put the dish on the side. Why are you crying? Speak slave! -Forgive me Madame, I said, her beautiful foot still in my hands. -I cry because I feel so happy. I realized how right you were telling me about my destiny. I just realized that being your obedient slave is exactly what I always wanted, without understanding it. My only purpose in life is to serve you any way I can. You were so right straight from the beginning. I was so stupid not to have understood. This is the reason I cry, Madame. She looked at me carefully. She wasn't angry. She started speaking slowly. -One thing I'll never tolerate is lies. Do you lie to your lady, slave? -No Madame, I cried. I only wished there was a way to convince you. -Considering you're telling the truth and your intentions are sincere, there are a couple of ways to put you in test. But you must be very sure of your decisions. So far we were talking of something temporary. Now you talk about a permanent situation. Is this what you're thinking? -Yes, Madame! My only objective for the rest of my live will be to serve you, in any way you think appropriate. -You have to do more than what you did so far to convince me of your intentions, she said seriously. Are you ready for this? Are you sure you aren't going to regret it, or even change your mind? I hate people who don't have straight plans for their lives. -Yes Madame, I'm absolutely sure. Just show me the way. My decision is final. I'll be your personal slave for as long as I live. Or for as long as you want me, I added softly. Her face was still serious. No doubt she was taken by surprise by my new attitude. She was probably counting the possibilities. Or even trying to figure out if I was telling the truth. If only I could find a way to convince her. -OK slave, she said finally. We'll give it a try. First of all, you have to quit your previous job, do you agree? -Yes Madame, I'll do anything you tell me! She gave me the phone. She started rubbing my forehead with her foot, while I was phoning. I told my boss that for personal reasons I had to quit the job. He sounded angry. He only said OK, and hang up. I gave the phone back and took her foot in my hands. -Now you must hand me over all your personal belongings; keys, money, cards, everything. Go now to fetch them, she said lifting her foot. I ran to my room to get the car keys. Then to my old car. I took all the papers I found. I also took my brief case. Back to my room I took my wallet and checkbook and went back to her room. -Throw them in that cupboard over there, she ordered. I'll decide what to do with them later. I did as I was told and assumed my kneeling position by the bed. She offered me her foot, and I kissed it, holding it in my hands. -OK now, she said. What you must realize is that from now on you have nothing, you are nothing, you have no place to go. You are MY property now, I can do anything I like with you. Now you become a true slave. I can even sell you to somebody else if I decide, or even kill you!. This is your last chance. From now on you go to a point of no return. Think very seriously before answering. Did you change your mind? Do you still want to go on? -YES Madame, I said vividly, giving her foot a warm kiss. -Then the matter is settled. From now on you are formally nothing. Keep this in mind. I can do as I please with you. I can even torture you for fun, she said laughing. What an idea! There is no way to go back now. You only obey my orders. Is this clear? -Yes Madame! -Good. Now help me to get dressed. I'll be away all day. I'll be back late in the afternoon. I have a busy day. When I come back, I believe I'll be very tired. Try to keep everything in order. Don't bother for dinner. I'll eat with friends. With her instructions, I helped her put on a very smart red outfit with a mini skirt. She sat on the armchair, and very carefully I put her stockings on her beautiful feet. Then I fetched a red pair of boots from the bathroom and put them on. When I finished she stood up. I bent down to the floor and kissed the tips of her boots. -Your wish is my command, Madame! Your humble slave bids you good day. -I expect everything to be in order when I come back, she said and left the room. Soon, she was driving away. I was alone in the house now. I tried to organize my work. I should tie up her room, clean the bathroom. Do some washing, do the kitchen, prepare her bath. God, so many things to do! I only hoped I could finish them all before she returned. I started working like a robot (or even like a slave!). Occasionally I answered the phone and kept messages for Madame. I also took a shower and shaved. I never realized how time past by. I even managed to bake a cake for her. I only hoped she liked it. When I finished, it was already getting dark outside. I sat in the living room to get some rest. Then I heard her car arriving. I assumed my kneeling position by the main door, waiting for her to arrive. -Good evening Madame! I said bending down to the floor. -Hello, she said. There are things in the car for the refrigerator. Go and put them in place and bring me a cup of coffee. She sat on the couch. I ran out, took the bags from her car and went back to the kitchen. I switched the coffee maker on, and put the things in the refrigerator. After fifteen minutes, I was going to the living room, with a cup of coffee and a piece of cake for Madame. Kneeling in front her, I gave her the dish and bending to the floor I took her dusty boots in my hands and kissed them. She kicked me hard on the face. -Where are my slippers, slave? -I'm very sorry Madame, I said and rushed upstairs to fetch them. When I came back, I knelt in front of her. I took her boots off. My face was aching from the kick. -Shall I take your stockings off, Madame? -Yes, you useless slave. I told you I wanted everything in order when I return. You'll be punished for this. Very gently I pulled her stockings down and removed them carefully. Her divine feet were dump from sweat. I kissed them softly. They were smelly after all these hours in the boots, but to me they smelled like roses. -Does Madame wish to have a foot bath? -Yes slave! Lick my feet clean. At least I hope you do this right. She tasted the coffee and the cake. I took her right foot in my hands, while she rest the other on my back. Very carefully, I started licking it clean, sucking her toes and swallowing any dirt and smell. It took me about fifteen minutes. After drying it with my breath, I started with the other foot. When I finished, her feet were clean, her toe nails shinny. Taking both her feet in my hands, I started kissing them to show her my total submission. -You may stop now slave, she said. She bent closer to me and wrapped something around my neck. I realized it was a dog collar complete with rivets and a small padlock! She first tried it for size, and then she fastened it around my neck very tightly. She locked the padlock. I could barely breath. -From now on, you'll always wear this collar as proof of your miserable position. -Thank you very much Madame, but I can hardly breath, I managed to whisper. -I can imagine that, stupid. This is your punishment for forgetting to bring my slippers. Tomorrow morning I'll slacken it for you. She handed me a brand new dog leash. -You keep this. You might need it, she said meaningfully. Now put my slippers on, I wish to go to bed. I did as I was told and followed her upstairs, taking the boots and stockings with me. After leaving everything in the bathroom I entered her room. She was waiting for me to undress her. After putting her night gown, she sat on the bed, waiting to have her feet kissed. Again I kissed them passionately. Still on my knees, between kisses, I said: -May I beg your forgiveness for my carelessness ,Madame!. I promise it'll never happen again. -Yes but that won't loosen your collar, my decision is final. -Thank you very much Madame! I'm grateful. I'm so sorry to have disappointed you. If only there was a way to make it up for you. -Don't worry my poor slave. Her voice was soft now. You got your punishment and I've already forgotten the incident. Just make sure it won't happen again. Generally I'm quite pleased with your progress. But you have to be perfect in any aspect for my needs. Maybe my standards are high, but this is it. After all you are not in any position to decide. I decide what's good for you and you have to trust me. Maybe if I decide to sell you to someone else, your life might become easier. But for as long as you are in my service, I'll be very strict, for your own good. -Yes Madame! Thank you very much for your concern. I have absolute trust on your decisions. I believe that everything you decide is for my own good. I'm sure that with your instructions, I'll become the best servant you ever had. I'm so scared even thinking that you might sell me to another lady. But if this is your decision, I'll obey, as I always do. I'm so sorry I disappointed you! I began crying loudly. My tears were falling on her beautiful feet. I was still kissing her divine feet, licking them clean of tears at the same time. She left me there for some time to get calm. When I managed to put myself together, I started drying her feet with my warm breath. -I'm very sorry Madame for the inconvenience I've caused. I'm useless. -It seems you are very sensitive after all. I only hope, for your own sake, your intentions are sincere. Because if they aren't then you are really in trouble. I also hate fake people you know. Even more fake slaves. -No Madame, my intentions are sincere. I'm sorry to have disturbed your peace with my chattering. -OK then. By the way, slave. I really liked the cake you baked for me. Now leave. I wish to sleep. -Your wish is my command, Madame! Your humble slave bids you goodnight. I left her room closing the door behind me. I went to the bathroom to tie up. I also cleaned her boots and put them in place. I went downstairs to make sure that everything was in order. Everything I was doing was harder now, since I couldn't properly breath. Then I took the manicure set from the bathroom and went to my room. I put the alarm clock on for tomorrow morning. Next morning, when she calls me, I'll go with the breakfast dish ready, I said to myself. I lied down and started reading the book she gave me. I began thinking that treating nails wasn't so difficult after all. Maybe I've got the talent, I thought. An arrogant thought maybe. But it made me happy. I tried practicing with nail varnish on my nails. It was difficult in the beginning, but after some time, following the instructions from the book, I was satisfied with my progress. I only hoped that my standards were close to Madame's. I put the dog leash she gave me on the bed table by the clock. It was really late when I finally fell asleep... Car Accident Ch. 04 4th Day: Dog leash & Paint Job Next morning the alarm clock woke me up. My throat was aching from the tight collar. I could barely move my head. I got dressed and rushed downstairs to prepare Madame's breakfast. Soon enough everything was ready. Just in time. I got the dish and went upstairs. -May I enter Madame? -Yes. I entered her bedroom and stood beside the bed, holding the breakfast dish. -Well, well! I'm impressed. Very well, my good slave. You can leave it here. I placed the dish on her laps and knelt by the bed. She started eating. -I'm afraid you have to wait to finish my breakfast before I adjust the collar for you. Fetch your leash. I ran to my room and came back with the leash in my hands. I assumed my usual position. She went on with her breakfast. This time she didn't offer me her foot to worship. I stood there, waiting patiently, being very careful not to look at her in the eyes. God, I forgot her slippers! I thought. No, lucky me, they where next to bed, from last night. I was so anxious to keep her satisfied! When she finished, she put the disk aside and sat on the bed. I bent down to kiss her feet as usual. -No, no! be patient, she said laughing. First to put an end to your punishment. She bent down and using a small key attached to her necklace, she unlocked the collar and opened it. I felt so relieved! She then adjusted it so that I didn't have any trouble breathing or even moving my head. She then took the leash from my hands and locked it in place on the collar. Holding the other end of the leash, she said: -Now slave, you may properly worship your mistress. I bent down and took both her feet in my hands and started kissing them as usual. -Your wish is my command, Madame! Thank you ever so much for putting an end to my agony. Thank you ever so much for your punishment. It's a privilege being your humble slave. -OK slave. I'll take you for a walk. Help me dress. I helped her put on an athletic outfit. Then she took me to the bathroom to wear her shoes. She seemed to be enjoying walking around, with me on leash. We went out and walked in the garden around the house. Occasionally, she would pull the leash hard to remind me to walk according to her steps. Soon enough I could walk behind her, on leash distance, without disturbing her pace. So this is how dogs do it, I thought. At least I learn faster than a dog. She was very happy. That made her even more beautiful. After approximately an hour, we went back to the house. She sat in the couch and removed the leash. She told me to bring her some more orange juice, which I did. I then knelt in front of her to rest her feet on my lap. -You did quite well with the dog training, she said. -Thank you very much Madame. -Did you study the book I gave you? -Yes Madame, I did very carefully. In fact, may I speak? -Yes slave, you may. -I also practiced applying nail varnish. I am sure I'm not up to your standards, but maybe I could manage painting your toe-nails, were mistakes might not be so obvious to others, but you. -Very good. I have some free time before going out. Let's not waste it. I'll test your progress and skills. Go and fetch the manicure set. I wish to be treated here. I went upstairs and came back with the set and a towel. I also remembered to bring her slippers. I sat cross-legged in front of her and carefully removed her shoes. I placed the towel on my lap and she rest her beautiful feet on the towel. I was so anxious that my hands began trembling. -Relax, she said. You need a steady hand to do the job. Or else my feet will be sprayed all over with nail varnish. And you'll be in trouble, she added meaningfully. -I'm so sorry Madame! Please forgive my awkwardness. It's my first time and I'm so anxious to satisfy you. -I understand. I'll give you five minutes to calm down. Just think that you can do it. I can also tell you that you won't be punished the first time. She switched the TV set on. I tried to get calm, trying to convince myself, that I could do it, as Madame said. I was staring at her lovely feet on my lap, saying to myself that you can do it. She was right again. After a couple of minutes the trembling stopped. I decided to begin. Very carefully I put small cotton pads between her toes, to keep them separated. I then applied some nail polish remover with a cotton pad, to remove any dirt from her toe-nails. So far I did well. I began applying the first layer of transparent varnish on her right foot starting from the little toe. When I painted all her right foot toe-nails, I repeated the process on her left foot. I then started blowing air with my mouth to dry the varnish. Again everything went as expected. I was beginning to feel a bit confident. When I dried all her toe-nails I asked: -May I ask what color does Madame wish to have her toe nails painted? -Fire red will be fine, she answered. I found the proper varnish and very carefully applied it on her lovely toe nails. The big toes troubled me a bit, since I had to paint them with more than one stroke and the varnish would dry before becoming evenly spread. I had to remove the varnish altogether and start all over again. But finally I managed to apply it properly on all her divine toes. Again I dried her nails with my breath. I then applied the final layer of transparent varnish and went on with the final drying process. This time I spent more time on each toe-nail to make sure that the varnish was properly dried. There was a new smell now on her nails, that of lacquer. I found it very intriguing. When I finally finished drying her toe-nails, I was astonished by the result. To me they looked perfect in any aspect. All her toe-nails were shinning in a fire-red color. I carefully removed the cotton pads from in-between her toes and said with a trembling voice: -May I say that I have finished, Madame? She looked down carefully at her feet, inspecting the result of my efforts. Finally she said: -Very good job my good slave. I think that they look even better than when I visit my beauty parlor. And it's only the first time. I wonder how much better you could become. I'm really satisfied with your progress. You are a born chiropodist! Congratulations. I think I'll wear open shoes today, just to have my feet looked by everybody. I was right about you, after all. You become better everyday. If you just obey my orders, you'll certainly become the perfect servant. Remember this; everything I do for you, everything I decide, is for your own good. Trust my judgment and you'll do fine. -Yes Madame, I have absolute faith and trust in you. Thank you very much for letting me serve you. Thank you very much for your good words. They are the best reward a slave could ever receive. May I be allowed to kiss your divine feet? -Yes, you are. Again, I took her lovely feet in my hands and kissed them passionately all over. I was really thrilled to have met Madame's standards. I was now sure that she is the only person that knows what's proper for me. I'll obey her blindly from now on. If she decides that I have to be punished, then certainly it's for my sake. How good she is to me! -Let's go up, she said. I must leave. I put her slipper on and followed her upstairs. I helped her to get dressed. I then knelt down to help her with her stockings. -No stockings, she said. I want my beautiful feet bare, so that everyone can see your job. Fetch me a pair of open shoes. The white high heel ones, on the top of the shelf. I went to the bathroom and came back with the shoes. She was sitting on the armchair waiting. Kneeling down I put her shoes on and tied the thin leather laces around her ankles. Now her feet looked superb. I couldn't help but kissing them again. -Your wish is my command! Your humble slave bids you good day Madame! -Thank you slave. I'll be back in the afternoon. I wish dinner to be served in the dinning room. Something light. She left quickly, leaving me still kneeling on the floor. No time to waste, I thought. I started with Madame's room. I changed the bed sheets and put everything in order. Then the bathroom. I took the laundry down to the basement and switched on the washing machine. I cleaned the kitchen, prepared her bath in case she needed it and had a look around in the living and dining rooms. In between I had something to eat. It was late noon when I started preparing dinner. The menu I thought appropriate was roast steak, new potatoes, green beans, vegetable salad, red wine and cheesecake for desert. Fortunately I found a recipe book, which I used for making the cheese cake. It took me more than two hours. I was beginning to worry if I could make it in time, before Madame comes back. Finally I prepared the dinner table, putting a white table cloth, crystal glasses etc. I also put a vase with flowers from the garden and a candle. I then went to the kitchen to make coffee. Everything was ready now. I hope I didn't forget anything. I went upstairs and took Madame's slippers. I put them by the couch. I was so anxious to be perfect this time! I sat in the living room and waited, getting some rest. Finally I heard Madame's car. It was getting dark outside. I rushed to the living room and lit the candle. Then to the main door, where I assumed the usual kneeling position by the door. When the door opened I said: -Good evening, Madame! I hope you had a pleasant day. -Good evening slave. I'm quite hungry. Is dinner ready? -Yes Madame. -Good, she said and went to the dining room. I noticed that she was holding a parcel wrapped in brown paper. She sat down and I served her dinner. When everything was set and wine was poured, I knelt besides her, waiting for instructions. I noticed that her shoes were dirty with mud, her lovely feet too. -I have another present for you, she said, while eating. Open it. She gave me the parcel. I opened it and found a blue round bowl inside and a spoon. A bowl used for putting food to pets. -Thank you very much Madame. -I thought that you should have your personal eating set. By the way, the food you made was quite nice. Come on, give me your bowl. Time for you to eat something as well. You don't mind having your food mixed I suppose. I handed the bowl and she put the food left-over, and a piece of cheese cake. I began eating. I was so anxious to please her that I didn't even notice the taste. Anyway she said that dinner was good. That's enough for me. When I finished, I put the ball under the table, and waited patiently. I think she enjoyed her dinner. When she finished, she stood up. -You've done well, slave. Follow me to the living room. She sat on the couch and turned the TV set on. I knelt and asked. -Does Madame wish something? -A cup of coffee and a piece of cheese cake would be fine. I stood up and went to the kitchen. In no time I was back, putting the coffee and the cake on the table by the couch. -Take my shoes off. My feet are tired. I walked too much today. Not in very tidy places. I did as I was told. My God, I told to myself. Her lovely feet were dirty. Brown and black stripes appeared at the places not covered by the shoes. her soles were not in any better condition. -Does Madame wish to take a foot bath? I asked. -Yes, the usual way. I don't think you would mind licking my feet clean as they are now, do you slave? -No Madame, I said. It's a great honor for me to be allowed to lick the dirt from your divine feet. -Then you may begin slave, she said and lied down lazily on the couch, her right foot hanging on the side. I took her foot on my hands and started by sucking her toes. To me they tasted like fresh flowers. I had to work hard with my tongue in between her toes, to remove all the dirt, being very careful not to spoil the varnish on her toe-nails. After some time her toes were clean, the red lacquer on her nails shinny. I then went on by licking her sole with slow strokes. I first wanted to soak the dirt, to be able to remove it easily. The foot aroma and taste made me so happy and excited. After some time her sole was properly soaked. Then it was easier for me to lick it clean. Very carefully, using my teeth as well as my tongue, I removed the dirt from her heel. I then worked on the upper part of her beautiful foot, finishing with her ankles. It took me about half an hour but her foot was now properly cleaned. -May I have your other foot Madame? I asked. She withdrew her right foot, and slightly turning over to one side, she offered me her left foot for licking. I started working on her foot as before, and after another half hour, Madame's foot bath was completed. -May I say that I have finished Madame? -Then you can go on massaging my feet, slave, she said extending both her feet . I started massaging her beautiful feet. I went on for more than three hours I imagine. In fact, after sometime, her feet felt heavy on my hands. I dared taking a glimpse at her lovely face. She was sleeping! My Madame was actually sleeping, having her feet massaged, by her humble slave! I found it so romantic. I, her humble slave was able to relax my Madame! How happy I felt. I didn't of course stopped the massage. Then I heard her voice saying: -I fell asleep. You've done a very good job my poor slave! My feet feel so good. Let's go to sleep. Don't tie up now, you can do it tomorrow. After all you deserve some rest. She sat in an upright position and I put her slippers on. I then followed her to the bedroom, where I helped her get undressed. She sat on the bed to receive the usual worship. As I was kissing her feet, she said: -Tomorrow morning, I'll take a bath right after breakfast. Make sure everything is in order. You may go now. I kissed her feet one more time and bid her goodnight. I then left the room closing the door behind me. I went to my room and lied down, feeling very happy that I was able to please her. Madame was so good to me! Life was so good to me, placing my destiny next to hers. Tomorrow would be another day in her service. I only wish she'll give me new opportunities to show her my appreciation and total submission. The only thing that I could think of was how to satisfy my Lady. I was beginning to realize that future was smiling to me. What else would I desire? Nothing else I told to myself. Just to be always able to serve my Madame. To obey her orders blindly, no matter what they would be. To be allowed to worship her magnificent feet. Yes I felt I was her property now. Her slave, her pet, her foot mat. And this gave me total and sincere satisfaction. Tomorrow would be another busy and fulfilling day for me. With these thoughts in mind, I finally fell asleep... Car Accident Ch. 05 5th Day: Outside Duties I think I'm getting better every day! This morning I woke up early, in a very good mood. I got dressed and rushed downstairs to make breakfast for my mistress and then to her bathroom to prepare everything for her. I think I caught myself whistling as I was doing my chores. Not to loud though, in case I woke her up. I almost felt proud on being so efficient. I even switched the phone line to the living room set. My only objective was to keep Madame pleased and peaceful. Then the phone rang. It was Miss Angela, one of the ladies I met in Madame's get well party. She wanted to speak with Madame. I was a bit hesitant, since she was still asleep, but Miss Angela insisted on waking her up. I went to her room. I knocked at the door. -Yes? - I' so sorry to disturb your peace Madame, but Miss Angela wants you on the phone. - OK, I'll pick it up. I rushed downstairs to switch the line and waited, feeling very anxious. Was there something wrong? Why would Miss Angela insist on talking to Madame, so early in the morning? The bedroom bell disturbed my thoughts. I ran to the kitchen, took the breakfast dish, and rushed upstairs. In no time I was knocking on Madame's door. - You may enter! she said. - Good morning Madame! I replied and entered her room, carefully placing the dish on her lap and keeping my eyes low. I then knelt by the bed waiting for orders. She didn't say a word while eating her breakfast. When she finished, she put the dish aside and sat up on the bed. Before her bare feet touched the floor, my hands were ready to support them. I bowed down and started kissing her divine toes. - Your Wish is my Command Madame! I humbly said. She let me worship her for a longer time than usual, as if she was actually trying to prove to herself what was obvious; I was her humble slave, and she was my superior mistress. My kisses were soft and warm. Most important they were sincere. My only intention was to make her realize that I perfectly understood my position at her feet. Finally she said. - I might have to change plans for today. Angela told me that it's her day off, and asked if she could borrow you for the rest of the day. I remember her saying something about it during the party, but could never think she was actually meaning it. I tried to refuse but she was so insistent, I had to accept. I have to do without your valuable services for the rest of the day. So here are my orders for today: You are to report to her apartment, where you will stay all day, serving my friend Angela. Obey her as if it was me. I'll drive you to her house myself, and come and peek you up late in the evening. And take the nail care set with you. I have built a good reputation about your pedicure skills and she wants to have a go. I won't take a bath now. The sooner you go there, the sooner I'll have you back. Help me dress now, slave! - Your wish is my Command, Madame! I said, placing a last kiss on her feet. I helped her dressed and put on her shoes. I could understand she was annoyed by the situation. If I could do something to make her feel better! When she was properly dressed, I kissed the tips of her shoes. - May I say that Madame should not worry. I'll do my best to be trustworthy to her demands. And I always think of her, during my service to Miss Angela. - That sounds reassuring, she said. Remember, you are MY slave, and I'm your one and only mistress. You obey my friend just because I tell you to do so. Is this understood? - Absolutely Madame, I replied. - Then let's go, she said and went downstairs. I took the nail care set from her bathroom and ran outside. She was already in her car. She drove nervously, not saying a word. I had a chance to look around the shapely country side. It was some days since I was out. It was strange but life was totally normal in the outside world. I was beginning to think I was living in a dream. Maybe I wake up to find myself in my lonely apartment, getting ready to go for work... Now traffic was heavier. We were reaching the city limits. No, I'm not sleeping, I said to myself. Everything is real. I was beginning to feel anxious about what was going to happen today. I only hoped that my mistress would be pleased. - That's it, we're here. You see this block on the right? that's here she lives. She's on the penthouse. You get off here. By the way, don't get any crazy ideas about leaving, or talking to anyone else! And don't you dare calling her Madame. I'm your only Madame! - No, Madame can be sure of that, I said, feeling a bit disappointed that she still didn't fully trust me as her obedient slave. May I wish you a pleasant day, Madame! - I'll pick you up in the evening. Behave slave! Don't disappoint me. She quickly drove away. She didn't even bother to say a word to her friend. She's really upset, I thought. I rang Miss Angela's bell. Her voice came from the speaker. -Who is it? - It's ....me, I said. Madame Natasha sent me - Come on up! The door opened. I took the lift and in a couple of minutes I was ringing her apartment door, holding the manicure set. It could be an ordinary day for somebody else, I thought. Maybe a pedicurist visiting one of his customers for treatment. Not for me though. I was going to enter her apartment, not knowing what was going to follow. Madame's last words came to my mind: "Don't disappoint me". The door opened. Miss Angela showed me in. She was wearing a night gown, still eating a slice of toasted bread. She sat on a leather couch. I followed her and stood besides. - I presume that my friend doesn't prepare breakfast like poor me, she said with a spot of jealousy in her voice. - It's a great honor to serve Madame Natasha, Miss Angela. My only purpose is to obey her. It was her wish to come here and serve you. - Don't you have a name? - Madame addresses me as slave, I answered confidently. - OK slave, show me what you can do. - I'm sorry Miss Angela, but a slave is to obey orders. If you could tell me what you wish? - Then I wish that you jump out of the window, you stupid. Will you do it for me? - If this is your command, I have to obey. But don't you think that your friend would be very disappointed when she realizes that you "broke" something belonging to her? Something that you borrowed for a couple of hours... - You're playing smart with me, and I don't like it, she said. I immediately knelt to the floor. - I' very sorry Miss Angela if I offended you. I was only trying to protect you from a small mistake. Will you ever forgive me? - OK,OK, anyway I was just teasing you. I don't have many chances to look at a man, kneeling by my feet. Now make me feel good, slave! That's my wish for now. I bent down, took her feet in my hands and started kissing them. -Your wish is my command, Miss Angela. I'm your humble slave! As I was kissing her feet, she removed her slippers, revealing her orange painted toes. She placed her left foot on my back, while I was eagerly kissing her toes on the right. There was a faint foot smell, but I didn't mind. In fact I actually liked it. As I said before, her pedicurist must not be that professional, and the paint was beginning to come off her toe nails. No wonder why she asked to bring the nail care set with me, I thought with a spot of pride. She pushed me down with her left foot, so that now I was lying on the floor, her right foot in my hands, still kissing it. - It's nice to have a man at his proper place, she said laughingly. Natasha is very lucky. You really make me feel good, slave. It's a sheer delight to have you down under my feet. A foot kissing carpet! Yes I like that. Don't you slave? - Yes Miss Angela, I said between kisses. I'm only here to serve you. My only purpose is to keep you satisfied. - But of course you are! You silly slave. Indeed this can only be your sole purpose in your miserable useless life. At least you are useful somewhere. She hit me with her foot on my back, pressing her right foot sole on my face. - You are not here to talk, but to obey. Kiss my sole foot slave! I started kissing her sole, working from toes to heels. She must be enjoying it, I though. If she's satisfied, then Madame will be pleased with me. This is all that counts. I was beginning to feel confident that I could be up to Madame's standards. She swapped feet and I started worshipping her left foot. After a while, she placed both her feet in my hands and ordered me to kiss each toe once, from left to right and start all over again. I held her feet tenderly and started kissing her toes softly. It was like playing a harmonica, I thought laughingly, the only difference being that I was kissing a woman's toes, instead of blowing or inhaling air through holes. Foot Music, I said to myself. I found it quite amusing, in fact I was beginning to enjoy it! The process went on for more than an hour. My lips begun feeling numb after all these kisses. All this time, Miss Angela was relaxing on the couch, sipping a cup of coffee, watching me kissing her beautiful feet. - Enough, she said suddenly and withdrew her feet. You'd better do the kitchen, slave! Report to me when you finish. I went to the kitchen to clean everything up. God, what a mess, I thought! Luckily she had a dish washer. I put the dishes in the washer, and washed all other kitchen utensils that had to be done by hand. I then swap the kitchen floor and cleaned the table and kitchen benches. Meanwhile Miss Angela had turned the stereo on. I could hear slow, soft and pleasant music. Yes, she was relaxing. At least she was trying to. When I finished, I went back to the living room. I knelt in front of her: - May I say Miss Angela that I've finished. She didn't say a word. She only placed her bare feet on my laps, pointing with her fingers to her toes. I got the message and again I started kissing them gently. The phone rang. She picked it up. - Hello, Angela speaking... - Hi Natasha, how are you? - Yes, he's here, right at my feet. He's busy right now... - You guessed right! That's exactly what he's doing at the moment... - But of course he's good. I never had a slave, but certainly he's very efficient... - Really? Never thought of it. Isn't it ticklish? ... - Good, I'll give it a try... - I see! He can do this for soaking before treatment. Good thinking... - Thanks a lot Nash for your suggestions... - Certainly. I'll let you know of any new ideas... - I don't mind, come anytime you like to pick him up, take your time. I'll be fine... - Bye Nash! And Nash...thanks a lot... She hang up. - Take care of my feet slave, make them beautiful. Show me what you can do! - Shall I bring warm water to have your feet soaked, Miss Angela? - Certainly not! She said. Nash told me that you can soak a woman's foot in a more appropriate way. - Yes Miss Angela, your wish is my command. She took a magazine and began reading, not paying any attention to me. I opened the nail care set and sat crossed legged on the floor in front of her feet. I placed a small towel on my lap, and she lazily rest her feet on it. Using nail polish remover and cotton pads, I carefully removed the orange polish from her toe nails. Luckily I remembered everything I learnt, during Madame's pedicure some days ago. Since she made it clear that water was out of the question, I had to use other skills to clean her feet and soften her skin. Starting with her right foot, I took it gently in my hands, carefully raising it until her toes reached my mouth. I slowly started sucking her toes, one at a time, using my tongue to clean any dirt in between. When her toes were perfectly clean, I worked on her beautiful sole, then her heel, leaving the top for the end. I then swapped feet and repeated the process, with her left foot. My mouth was now full of the peculiar foot taste, but I was beginning to like it. After a while, both her feet were properly bathed. Using a pair of nail clippers, I carefully trimmed her toe nails to the right size. So far, everything was quite easy. But now I was facing a small problem. Normally her feet would be in lukewarm water for soaking. But that was out of the question. And, the book Madame gave me didn't cover such aspects. I had to improvise. I decided to do the soaking with my mouth, although there was no way to put all the foot in it. In fact that was Madame's idea a couple of days ago, but I never had the chance to try it. I thought of working in small areas, soaking the skin, working on this area, and then moving on. The best thing to do was to try. I started with her heels, where there were areas of hard skin. Licking the heel for sometime, while using my teeth to help the softening process, did the trick. Using a foot file, I removed the hard bits, licked them clean, leaving a velvet like skin . I went on with her soles, leaving her toes last. Her toes were quite easy to work on, since I could soak each one at a time, work on it and go on to the next. Finally I filed her toe nails and carefully polished them with a special nail polishing file. I was working at her feet for almost two hours. But I didn't mind. - May I ask Miss Angela if you'd like to have your toe nails painted? - Of course you idiot. What colors have you got? I showed her the lacquers in the set. - I prefer light colors. Try this satin pink. If I don't like it, I'll tell you to change it. She went back into reading, again not paying any attention to me. After separating her toes with cotton pads (I must remember to get toe separators) I started the process of painting Miss Angela's toe nails. First the base, then polish, finally varnish. I used my breath to dry her nails, which she found very amusing and 'nature friendly' as she commented.. when I finished, I kissed her feet and asked permission to show her the results of my efforts. She looked down at her feet on my lap, examining them carefully. - Well, they certainly look nice, she said. You've done a fine job for a foot slave. She stretched her toes apart, and looked closer. - I don't know... Maybe I don't like pink after all. I think I should stick to orange. What do you say slave, do you like them? - You have lovely feet Miss Angela, and they look perfect, no matter the color. But if you allow me, my poor opinion is to go for red next time. This way your divine feet will appear in their total beauty and splendor. But again this is my humble personal taste only. You know better than me. I'm just a slave attending to your feet, I said and bent down kissing them once more. - You're probably right. Maybe that red you used for your mistress might be more suitable. I remember it glowing like a fire. Let's try it, shall we? - Certainly Miss Angela, your wish is my command! So I had to start the painting all over again, first removing the pink color. I didn't mind really, since I was getting more practice this way. Next time I attend Madame's beautiful feet, I'll be more experienced and confident. Certainly red was her color. When I finished, her toe nails looked absolute divine. I couldn't help but kissing them passionately, before asking for her approval. - Yes, she said with a voice full of satisfaction. This is it. Perfect! No wonder why my friend says you're valuable. I'm very pleased with you, slave. - Thank you very much Miss Angela for allowing me to treat your feet. Would you like me to put some lotion? -Later, slave. I have something else in mind for now. I laid down on the floor by her feet, face down, arms and legs stretched, a pose of total submission. She stood up and stepped on me to go to the kitchen. She came back with a bowl and a bottle of wine. - Let's celebrate. You like wine? - Excuse me Miss Angela but I shouldn't be drinking when I'm on duty. - Nonsense! I command you to drink. It's a cheese and wine party exclusively for you. As a reward for your services so far. On your knees slave! Watch! She put the bowl on the floor and poured some wine in it. I could also see small pieces of soft cheese and bread, now mixed with wine. She then used a piece of cord, to tie my hands securely at the back. Finally she sat on the couch. - Let the party begin! You are allowed to eat and drink. Normally I wouldn't have any trouble. I eat from a bowl in Madame's house too. But this time my hands were tied together at the back. It was very hard for me to balance, without falling down, possibly braking the bowl and generally making such a mess. Somehow I managed to pick a few cheese bits and sip some wine. - Poor slave, she said mischievously. I think you don't like the taste. Or maybe you can't manage. We are having troubles aren't we? Let me help you. She put her right foot in the bowl, pushing hard and twisting. After a while wine, cheese and bread were mashed into a piece of dough some of it stuck on her foot. She raised her foot right on my face. - Now you can enjoy, she said laughing hard. You see it's NOT what you eat, but the way that you eat it! Without saying a word, I started licking her foot, eating away the mashed cheese and wine right from her toes. It was quite difficult with my hands tied, but finally I managed to lick them clean, paying attention not to smudge her freshly red painted toe nails. When I finished with her right foot, she carried on with the left. That went on and on, until there was nothing left in the bowl and her feet were properly cleaned. Finally, I cleaned the dough stuck underneath her toes, sucking hard and using my tongue as a cleaning tool. - Thank you very much Miss Angela for the wine party, I humbly said. - Don't mention it, slave! It was a pleasure serving you! She said and laughed again. I feel really relaxed now. And my feet look nicely treated, don't you think? -Yes Miss Angela. Thank you very much for allowing me to satisfy your needs. She looked at her watch - God! It's almost noon. I've got a date with a friend for lunch. I must hurry up. She pushed me hard on the floor with her feet and rushed to her bedroom. She came back dressed and ready to go. She was wearing black high heel boots. She ordered me to follow her to the kitchen, here she untied my hands, only to secure them on my back again, tied on the refrigerator handle. - Don't go away, I'll be back, she said meaningfully and went away, locking the door behind her. I was left alone, loosely tied on the fridge handle. I sat on the floor with my back close to the fridge door. I made myself as comfortable as I could. I was tired after all these things I had to do for Miss Angela, but at least she was satisfied. And so would me my Madame, when she hears the news, I thought . I think I did quite well, I told to myself. Madame will be pleased. That's all I want. It's almost unbelievable; my life changed rapidly in a couple of days. My way of thinking too. As a free man, I wanted to succeed in life, make money, even become famous. Right now, I was just a humble obedient, slave, my only worry to keep Madame pleased. Somehow though, I felt happy and fulfilled. I found the meaning of life, maybe the purpose of my existence. Money isn't everything I thought. Yes! I like my new duties, that's final. I don't know if Madame had any slaves before, but I'll prove to her that I'm the best she'll ever have. With this thoughts in my mind I fell asleep, still tied to the fridge... I woke up by a hard slap on my face. - I didn't tell you to sleep! Miss Angela said in an angry voice. - I'm sorry Miss Angela, I was feeling a bit tired. - You didn't do any hard work to feel tired. I think you're just lazy! But we'll see about that. She untied me and I fell on my knees kissing the tips of her dusty boots. Car Accident Ch. 05 - Please forgive me Miss Angela, it won't happen again. I promise. - Follow me, she said and went to the living room. She sat on the couch, crossing her shapely legs. I knelt by her feet patiently, waiting orders. I could feel she was upset. Maybe something went wrong. - Silly man this Dave, she said. I'll never date him again. How on earth he got this idea of me falling in love with him! Men are idiots, starting with you. Men should never be allowed to decide anything for themselves. Of course I can live on my own. Certainly I don't need Dave. I even regret that I walked with him in the park for hours, talking about rubbish. I'm so angry, I could have killed him. Take by boots off. I did as I was told, without talking. I carefully removed her boots and kissed her bare smelly feet. She rushed to her bedroom. She came back after a couple of minutes wearing her night gown and slippers. - Wash my feet, slave! She ordered. You are my only hope to relax. You'd better be careful or you're going to pay for everything. - Yes Miss Angela! Your wish is my command, I said. She crossed her legs, her left on top of right and switched the TV on. Nine o'clock news were just starting. I took her left foot gently in my hands and started washing it with my mouth. First I did her sweaty toes, gently caressing her heels at the same time. They smelled really heavy. That's what happens when you wear boots without socks or even stockings. I had to suck her toes really hard, to remove the sweat and foot aroma. I worked one toe at a time, smelling to make sure it was properly cleaned. I noticed that the red paint was worn out in some tips of her nails, due to the friction on the inside surface of the boots. I decided to let her know when her feet were perfectly washed. Using my tongue, I removed any dirt and grit from underneath her nails. When her toes were done, I went on washing her dirty soles using long strokes with my tongue. Needless to say that my mouth tasted like socks and my tongue felt sore after all this rubbing. But I didn't complain. My goal for now, was to clean Miss Angela's feet, no matter what. Occasionally I had to use my teeth to remove dirt and grits stuck on her velvet skin. Her heels were not in such a bad shape and didn't trouble me a lot. I finished her left foot working on the tops, again with gentle long strokes with my tongue. I examined the result by smelling her beautiful foot in various places, licking it again, if the faintest smell was still there. Finally I passionately kissed each one of her lovely toes. - May I have the honor of washing your other foot, Miss Angela? - Honor? How cute. Yes, you may go on, she said and swapped legs. Again the hard smell struck me. I had to work hard. Her toe nails were so inviting for sucking. I know it sounds crazy, but I thought they were smiling. I put the big one in my mouth and began cleaning it. The phone rang. She picked it up. - Angela speaking... - Hi Nash! How are you? ... - I'm fine too, thanks. How was your day?... - Well these things happen, you know. You should get some days off really soon... - Of course he's here. Where else could he be?... - Yes, he was really nice with me. I'm so obliged for letting him serve me. You're an Angel!... - Yes, I'll give you all the details tomorrow, when we meet... - Well, could you give me a hour? he's got one more foot to clean... - Don't worry. I'll send him down as soon as you ring my bell. See you... - Your mistress wants you back, you'd better hurry, slave! You have less than an hour to finish. I hope it's enough, or else I'm going to say to my friend how lazy you are. - But Miss Angela the red paint is worn out on the tips of your nails. I was hoping to be able to repaint them when I cleaned them. - Really? I hadn't noticed. Never mind, you've done a lot already. Just finish washing my foot for now and you'll be OK. Maybe Nash will lend me your services some other time. I really enjoyed it. Now on with your duties, slave. Lick my foot clean! I did as I was told. I was really lucky. The bell rang when I was giving her toes the final kisses, to show her that I'd finished. - Damn it! She said. Time passes so quickly when you are enjoying it. But surely I'll ask her again to offer me your services. I must have you under my feet again, very soon. It feels so nice! There are so many things I wanted to try and so little time! Anyway, consider passing your foot slave exams with flying colors. I'm pleased with you and I'll let Nash know. You'd better go now, she said pushing me away with her feet. I stood up, took the nail care set and walked to the door. - I wish you a very good night Miss Angela. Thank you very much for your care. - Goodnight, slave! I was in Madame's car in a few moments. - Good evening Madame! She didn't answer but I saw her smiling. She didn't even talk to me during the drive back. I only hoped that she didn't hold anything against me. Maybe she wants to hear Miss Angela first, I thought reassuringly. When we entered her house, she went upstairs to her bedroom, ordering me to follow. I helped her get undressed. She sat on the bed, waiting for the usual good night worship. I put my hands on the floor facing up and she rest her lovely feet on them. I kissed them passionately. - I'm your humble slave Madame! Your wish is my Command! - I'll have my bath tomorrow morning. Go get some rest. - Good night Madame, I said and went to my room. I took a shower and lied down to bed. I was beginning to feel confident that Madame was pleased with me after all. Tomorrow would be another busy day. She 's right, as always. I'd better get some rest... Car Accident Ch. 06 6th Day The Game I woke up early in a very good mood, I must admit. I shaved myself, tied up my room and started working. Being very careful not to make any noise, I went to Madame's bathroom to prepare everything for her. I made sure that the tab was full of hot water, dry towels were at hand, foam bath, conditioners and beauty things that might be required were all there. I then went downstairs to prepare her usual breakfast dish. I caught myself whistling softly. Yes, I was really happy. Yesterday, I think that I proved to my Madame my total devotion to her. She must know by now, I thought. She must have realized how I feel about her. Oh God, if you could show me any other way to prove my total submission to her! Coffee, orange juice, toasted bread, butter and marmalade were all on the dish when her bedroom bell rang. I rushed upstairs, holding the dish carefully in my hands. - May I enter Madame? I asked - Come in slave! she said. - Your humble slave bids you good morning. I entered her room and placed the dish on her lap, carefully holding my eyes down. I then assumed my usual kneeling position my her bed. She started eating her breakfast. If only I was allowed to look at her face! I could maybe understand her thoughts about me. Of course I didn't dare looking at her in the face. My eyes were fixed to her feet under the bed sheets. - How was your day yesterday? She finally asked me. - I think that I did quite well Madame, I replied. My only thought was to follow your orders, to keep you satisfied. I'm afraid I did some mistakes, but Miss Angela was kind enough to point them out to me in her own good way. But I can assure you that I won't make them again. I hope that you humble slave hasn't disappointed you. - We'll see about that; I'm meeting her later in the morning. I hope she was generally satisfied with your services. I don't want her to think that my personal slave is worthless. Anyway, I wish to take a bath. Is everything in order? She asked. - Yes Madame, everything is in order. She sat on the bed, while her beautiful feet rest on my palms, to receive her usual worship. I kissed her divine toes with gentleness and passion. She let me worship her feet for a longer time than usual. Maybe she wanted to make sure that I was still her obedient slave. Or maybe to make me see that her toenails needed my tender attention. In fact the polish was not shining according to my standards. Who knows... She then pushed me away, pointing to her slippers. I carefully put them on and followed her to the bathroom. She slipped herself in the bath tab, handing me her night gown behind the drown curtains I helped her with her bath, as I did the other day, gently scrubbing her body with a soft sponge. When I reached her feet, she started playing with my face, using her foam soaked feet. She used her right sole to rub my face, leaving me full of foam wetting my hair. She then took my nose in between her toes, occasionally squeezing, while she pushed her left foot in my mouth, leaving me without breath. My mouth was now full of foam and tasted bitter. But I didn't complain. Finally she ordered be to bring her a large towel, which she wrapped around her body while she was coming out of the water. Yes, I told to my self. She is a real Goddess. How lucky I was to be her slave! She's so beautiful! She's so divine! I knelt to the floor, in front of her placing soft kisses to her wet feet. - I'm your humble slave Madame! Your wish is my command. Thank you ever so much for giving me the privilege to serve you. She slightly raised her right foot. I immediately understood and placed my left hand under it facing up. Stepping on my hand, she raised the other foot and I put my right hand underneath. Now she was standing on my palms, while I was still kissing her feet. I took a glance at the large bathroom mirror. The scene was thrilling! There she was, standing on my hands, holding her balance on the wall, in complete power, while me, her slave, her foot carpet, was placing kisses on her feet, showing his total devotion to her. Yes! I' m sure I've found the meaning of my life! I was born and grew up, only to become Madame's dedicated slave. There is nothing else I could ever wish for. Being her humble slave, is what's right for me. Obeying her orders is the only thing that means to me. I was now absolutely sure that she was the only person who knew what's good for me. As I could occasionally see from the mirror, she was looking down at me with a smile of satisfaction. Her face showed her absolute power over me, literally and mentally. My hands felt numb after all this pressure on them. She then lied down on the easy chair and I started drying her hair. She didn't pay any attention to me, apart from giving me orders on what I should do next. I gave her a manicure as before and a more professional pedicure than the other day. I didn't have to soak her feet with my mouth, since they were already soaked from the bath. All this time she was reading a fashion magazine, sometimes giving me orders and advice about beauty tips. This time she told me to paint her toenail a light pink, that make them look so tender and beautiful. I dried her toenails with my breath as usual and went on softly massaging her feet with lotion. By the time I finished, her feet were in perfect shape (and so was the rest of her). I started kissing her toes, to show that I finished. She didn't pay any attention to me. I went on kissing her feet, since I realized that this was her wish. My lips were full of lotion from her feet. Finally she looked down at me. - You did a fine job with my feet, slave! I must admit it. I'm very pleased with your services. I hope you keep up the good work. - Thank you very much Madame for your nice words. They are the best present that a slave can have. I'm so happy that I was able to serve you properly. - I think that you'll make a very good slave after all. You are not only learning fast, but you seem devoted to your Madame with sincere feelings. With my instructions and training you'll become quite good in serving a woman like me. So far so good, but always remember who's the boss. Giving her a last kiss on each one of her pink painted toenails, I put her slippers on and followed her to her bedroom. I helped her with her clothes. She then sat on a chair, ordering me to put her stockings on. I knelt before her and she extended her right foot. Very carefully I slipped the stocking up her toes, to her heel, up her knee. There she told me to stop, offering her left foot. I put the stocking on her foot and bowed my head down at her feet. She stood up pulling the stockings up her shapely legs. She then sat down, for me to put her shoes on. This time she chose a pair of black high heel pumps. I could not help but kissing her shoes many times, showing my total devotion to her. - I'll be back in the afternoon. Have dinner ready, she said. - May I ask if Madame wishes something in particular for dinner? -Oh yes! Good thinking. Something light, perhaps spaghetti Bolognese with a juicy fruit salad. And don't forget your lovely cake. I have to go now, she said and pushed me away with her foot. She stood up and went downstairs. Soon enough I heard her car driving away. I was alone in the house and so many things to do! Would I make them all up in time? Calm down I said to myself. You'll do fine. Madame said that you're a good slave. She must be satisfied with you, she knows better than you. Put yourself together and better write down what you have to do, in case you forget. I went to my bedroom and made a list for the things I had to do: Clean the bathroom. Make Madame's bedroom. Clean Madame's shoes. Clean the Kitchen and do the dishes. Sweep the floor. Prepare dinner. Take a shower. Well, I thought. It's not that bad, let's get started. It's very important having a plan for your work. Moving around Madame's house, I did my chores, looking at my list, almost timing myself. By noon everything was ready apart from dinner and my shower. No time to waste, I thought. I rushed to the kitchen to prepare dinner. The phone rang. I picked it up. - Madame Smith's residence... - Hello Madame! - I finished cleaning up and I'm preparing your dinner. What are your orders? ... - Everything will be ready Madame. I'll do my best to keep you and your guests satisfied... - Of course Madame! Dinner for four. Everything will be in order when you and your guests arrive... - I perfectly understand Madame. I won't disappoint you... - Your humble slave bids you good day ... I must be very careful. Madame had invited three of her friends for dinner. Miss Sheila, Miss Angela, and Miss Kate. They'll be here by five p.m. I remembered Miss Sheila; I was ordered to kiss her dusty boots, during Madame's get well party. And how could I forget Miss Angela! I was at her house only yesterday! I didn't know Miss Kate, but I was soon to find out. I put all my efforts to prepare Madame's dinner as best as I could. It was about four thirty when dinner was ready, the table was set and I went upstairs to take a shower and get dressed for the occasion. At five o'clock I assumed my kneeling position by the door, waiting for my Madame, holding her slippers in my hands. I didn't have to wait long. Soon I heard her car approaching. I heard them laughing outside the door. I was so anxious! The door opened. I bowed my head down. I could only see four pairs of shoes. The last one was my Madame's. I kissed them passionately. - Good afternoon Madame! Your wish is my command, I said - Hello slave. I hope dinner's ready. We're starving. They went straight to the living room and took their seats around the table. Madame didn't bother to have her slippers on. I served them dinner and poured some wine in their glasses. They didn't pay any attention to me at all. They were talking and laughing all the time. Madame addressed me only to give me orders about serving them and pouring some more wine. - Lovely dinner, Miss Angela said. You're so lucky to have him my dear! - You think so Angie? Thank you very much, Madame replied. - I must say I'm impressed, Miss Sheila added. It's hard to find good servants these days. Well done Samantha! - Let's go and sit at the couch, Madame said. Slave make us some coffee. They sat down and I rushed to the kitchen to make coffee. Soon I came back with coffee and cakes. I served coffee and cake and knelt by my Lady. Miss Sheila was sitting next to her, Miss Angela took her place in an arm chair on the right while Miss Kate sat opposite to her to the left. Madame extended her beautiful feet. I placed them on my lap and very gently took her shoes off. I kissed her stockined feet. She lowered her stockings to knee height and very carefully I pulled them off, revealing her divine feet in all their beauty. I kissed her naked sweaty feet and put her slippers on. - Sheila, would you like to take your boots off, Madame asked. - Yes of course, she said. - Me too, Miss Angela added impatiently. - Don't forget me, Miss Kate added laughingly. - Come on slave, do your duty. I assumed my kneeling position in front of Miss Sheila's booted feet. She extended her feet and I pulled her boots off after kissing them gently. Her feet were a bit smelly but I didn't mind. I went on pulling her stockings off, revealing her beautiful feet. I finished by placing soft kisses on her smelly toes. I then went to Miss Angela. I kissed her shoes and took them off. She rubbed her sweaty feet on my face. She deliberately pressed my nose with her soles, to inhale her foot aroma. Finally she let me pull her stockings off. She pressed my face on the floor, resting her feet on my head. - Samantha dear, don't you think his face makes a nice foot stool? - Yes Angie, how cute. - I think that his face is made for my feet. Look how nicely my sole rests on his cheek. Perfect match! - Nice pedicure Angie! Where did you get it? Sheila asked. - Well it's our little secret, isn't it Samantha? They all laughed. - Hey Angela, don't you think you had enough? Miss Kate asked. I want to have a go too. - OK dear, he's all yours. But first he has to kiss my feet as well. She lifted my face with her left foot, while she pressed her right sole on my mouth. I placed soft kisses on her wet sole an toes. - Come on slave, Miss Angela said. Say something cute. Please me you miserable subhuman! - It's a great honor to kiss your glorious feet Miss Angela! I said. Thank you ever so much for allowing me to kiss your tender soles! - How cute! Well done slave, Madame said and they all laughed. Now it was Miss Kate's turn. She was sitting opposite to Miss Angela, her shapely legs crossed. I stood up and walked towards her. I hadn't met her before, so I couldn't know her intentions. She wasn't in Madame's party the other day. I was sure about this. -Hey stop! Miss Kate ordered. Not so soon. I want you to crawl to my feet. On your belly slave. Crawl, swim to my feet! I lied down on my belly and started crawling. - Like a fish out of water! Miss Sheila giggled. Finally I reached Miss Kate's right foot. Her left foot was crossed, dangling impatiently. I kissed the tip of her shoe. - What is your wish Miss Kate? I asked with a sincere voice. She uncrossed her legs and rest her left foot on my head, pressing hard to the floor. I had the chance to see that she did not were stockings. It was the shoe leather between me and her naked feet. - Take my shoes off slave. But you must not use your hands. Your mouth should be enough, she said meaningfully. Kneel and put your hands at your back. She lifted her left foot towards my face. I took the tip of her shoe in my mouth and started pulling. At the same time she bent her toes downwards, making it impossible for the shoe to come off. She laughed - What's wrong slave? Can't you even take a shoe off? You worthless idiot! You're supposed to take it off, not eat it! Try again. She crossed her legs. This time I bent forward, passing my head under her sole, grabbing her pointed heel in my mouth. I gently pulled. I was lucky. The shoe came off. I left it on the floor and started kissing her naked sole. She had baby soft sole. - Forgive me Miss Kate for being so clumsy. It won't happen again. May I take your other shoe off now? - Yes, you may do so! She replied, swapping feet. I took her other shoe off the same way. I started kissing her sole. She bent down and slapped me on the face. - That's for being clumsy. She slapped me again - And that for not being clumsy in the future. They all laughed loudly. I took Miss Kate's beautiful foot in my hands and kissed it obediently. - I'm so sorry Miss Kate to have upset you. Please forgive me! She totally ignored me and turned to Madame. - Samantha love, you told me about your new pet, but he's got a lot to learn yet. He's keen, but still untrained. Maybe he hasn't understood his position yet. - Come on Kate, Madame smiled. Don't be so hard on him. I've only got him for less than a week. Of course he's not properly trained yet, but he learns fast, I think. And frankly, maybe I'm not that good in training. I never had a slave before. Miss Kate pressed my head hard on the floor, and rest her feet on my face. I lied there motionless. She then went on with the conversation. - Well, I never had a slave before and I think I never will. Some people get all the luck, she sighed. But I could think of a lot of things to prepare him for his slave duties, as long as I'm convinced that he's qualified for the position. -What do you mean Kate? Madame asked. I think he's dedicated to me isn't he? - Maybe so, but all this time, he gets orders from me, without seeking your approval. You call this devotion? If I had a slave, I would demand to get orders from me only, unless I told him otherwise. - Come on Kate, Angela said. I had him yesterday, and he only obeyed me because Samantha told him to do so. Don't you call this devotion? - I'm not sure, she giggled. Maybe you're right. But I still think that he is to obey his Mistress and always be able to spot her out. She rubbed her soles against my forehead. - What do you think slave, do you know who your Mistress is? - I totally belong to Madame, I said firmly. I would recognize her everywhere. - Let's have a game, shall we? But first Samantha I'd love some more coffee. - More coffee for me and my friends, slave, Madame ordered. Miss Kate pulled her feet from my face and I rushed to the kitchen to make some more coffee. Somehow I felt that coffee was just an excuse for not listening their plans. In fact I could hear them whispering and laughing, but could not make out what they were saying. I was soon to find out. After a couple of minutes I went back in the living room and poured some more coffee in their cups. - Get me a scarf from upstairs, a piece of paper and a pen .Bring your dog leash too. Madame ordered. - Certainly Madame. Your wish is my command. I went upstairs, picked my leash from my bedroom and a long scarf from Madame's wardrobe. I also picked her notebook from her desk. I was worried that something was going wrong. I felt upset and confused. Did I make a mistake? Did I do something wrong? I came down and knelt by Madame's feet, giving her the things she asked. Miss Kate stood up, took the scarf and using it as a blindfold she covered my eyes. I couldn't see a thing. I felt someone grabbing my hands and securing them at my back, with the dog leash. I was then kicked down on the floor. I was beginning to feel scared by now. What were they up to? Miss Kate said something about a game, I remembered. Was I part of it? Then Madame began talking. - Kate had a lovely idea. We're going to play a game. We, or better say Kate just invented it to prove her point. We call it 'Spot that foot'. They all laughed. - The first part of the game is quite simple. You only have to guess if the foot that touches you belong to me. Madame said. You just say 'yes' or 'no' Let us begin. Suddenly a sole pressed my face hard, squeezing me to the ground. I could hardly breath. Whose foot was it? How was I to find out? Think fast I said to myself. Or you' choke to death. Yes that's it. The smell. How didn't I think of it before? I had been kissing Madame's feet many times for the last few days. Yes, I re member their aroma. How could I forget? Concentrate, I said to myself. Definitely this smell does not belong to Madame. - NO, I stumbled. - Don't say anything Sheila, Miss Kate spoke. Just write 'R' for right and 'W' for wrong. Another foot came down on me, forcing me to open my mouth to accept her toes. The owner of the foot spread her toes inside my mouth. I had to open wide in case I hurt her. Remember the smell! -NO! - Bring a chair, will you? I heard Angela saying. (At least I could understand their voices). This time a pair of soles pressed hard on my cheeks. Her heels landed on my blindfolded eyes. How could I be wrong? I could recognize this aroma between hundreds of female feet. It meant so much to me. It must be Madame's divine feet resting on my face. I had no doubt about it. I could even recognize the fragrance from the lotion I put on them in the morning. - YES, I said firmly. Another foot came down on my face, squeezing my nose between her toes. All of them were laughing now. But I was quick enough to catch the smell. - NO The game went on for quite sometime. Madame's feet came down on me a couple of times, if I'm not mistaken. My face smelled like feet by now. But I didn't mind. I only hoped that I was right in my answers. I wanted so much to please my Madame. To prove her that I was able to recognize her in any situation, no matter what. To prove her that I was worthy of her trust. Car Accident Ch. 06 - Let's have a rest shall we? Madame said. Slave, you stay there. I was left there, lying on the floor, blindfolded for some time. I couldn't realize how long. I was so excited. All this time they talked and laughed, paying no attention to me. They deliberately didn't talk about my success or failure. My anxiety was to continue. - Now for the second part of the game slave, Madame said. You are to recognize the person who touches you with her feet. But first let me tell you that you did very well in the first part. You spotted my feet all the times. It seems that Kate was right about the game and wrong about you, after all. At least you always know who your Madame is, isn't it Kate? - Yes, I must admit that I'm impressed. He's quite talented, Miss Kate said laughingly. He's definitely your slave, and you're certainly his Mistress. I think he's attracted to your feet like a bee to flowers. - Let's do it, Miss Angela said. But this time Sam you're out of the game. It's no fun since he can recognize you. -All right. It's the three of you. I'll keep a record. A pair of feet came down at me again, pressing my cheeks hardly. This time the smell was not so helpful. I smelled all their feet when I took their shoes off, but not long enough to remember each one. I took my tongue out and licked her toes, trying to make something out from the taste. Maybe they belong to Miss Angela, but I wasn't sure. I licked underneath the big toenail. The finish was so smooth. Yes, I remembered the remark about Angela's pedicure when I took her stockings off. I was surely licking a pedicured foot, not belonging to Madame. It must be Miss Angela - Miss Angela, I said firmly. - Amazing, someone said. But maybe they were bluffing. Another foot came down on me, pressing really hard. She must have used all her weight on my poor face. She twisted her foot on my face, like trying to put off a cigarette on the ground. It really hurt a lot. Who could it be? Who would want to hurt me that much. It must be Miss Kate, I thought. She's angry for proving her wrong. I tried to feel her sole with my tongue. It felt velvet soft. Yes, this foot definitely belongs to Miss Kate. I remembered her soft soles when I first kissed her feet. - Miss Kate! Another foot gently caressed my face. The toes looked familiar. It was all so easy now. Definitely Miss Angela again, I thought. If I was right, everything was easy now. I could recognize Miss Kate's and Miss Angela's feet. The next pair of feet would be Miss Sheila's. - Miss Angela, again! I said firmly. This went on for about one hour. They kept teasing me, although I somehow knew that I was right in all cases. Finally they stopped. Someone released my hands and took the blindfold. Suddenly light came into my eyes, causing pain and tears. I could not clearly see at first. When things cleared, I was able to see Madame sitting on the couch. I crawled to her feet, put my hands around them and started kissing Madame's toes in total submission. - He's good, all right, Miss Kate said. You are a perfect trainer after all Samantha, don't be so modest any more. If I ever find someone like him, I'll ask your advice on his training. - Thanks Kate, Madame said. I really enjoyed the game. We have to do it again some other time. - Why not. It was fun, wasn't it slave? - Yes Miss Kate. I'm so happy to have you satisfied. I' m so lucky to have met Madame! - I think we should call it a day, don't you think? Miss Sheila asked. I had great fun, but tomorrow is a busy day. - Don't you want to wash your feet first? Madame asked. My slave cleaned the house in the morning, but walking barefoot always makes your feet dirty. - It's OK Sam, I'll take a shower when I get back home. No reason upsetting your bathroom. - My slave will clean them for you here. If you go now you'll miss the best part, won't she Angela? - Samantha is right Sheila. You'll miss the fun. - What's all about it girls? Sheila giggled. Is there something I don't know? - Well are you in or out? Madame asked. - OK, OK, but make it quick. I really have to be going soon. It's almost midnight and I have to wake up early tomorrow. -But of course Sheila, Madame said. Slave do your duty! I took my place in front of Miss Sheila's feet, to offer her a foot bath according to Madame's standards. I took her right foot gently in my hands and kissed it softly. Miss Sheila was staring at me curiously. I then started with her toes, carefully sucking each one of them, using my tongue to remove any dirt in between. - It's ticklish! She laughed. But I like it. I never thought a man would be licking my feet clean. It's a strange sensation of power. You were right girls. It's the best part of it. When I finished with her sweet toes, I went on licking her sole. Pieces of dirt were stuck underneath, but my trained tongue did a fine job I think. Using my teeth with great care, I cleaned her heels, only to realize that she too, needed a proper pedicure. Maybe Madame will arrange it. I finished by licking her upper part with long tender strokes of my tongue. Her feet tasted so nice! I was getting used to this taste by now. I liked it very much! - May I have the honor of cleaning the other foot Miss Sheila, I humbly asked. - Yes, of course, she answered, swapping feet. Using the same method, I cleaned her left foot as well. When I finished, I placed her foot carefully on the floor, bent down and gave each toe a warm kiss. I then took her stockings and helped her put them on. Again I kissed her stockined feet, before putting her shoes on. A final kiss on the tips of her shoes finished the whole act of a proper foot bath. Meanwhile, Madame called for a taxi to drive Miss Sheila home. - Thank you very much Miss Sheila for letting me wash your divine feet! - Good work slave, she said. I'll keep it in mind when I come again. The taxi arrived, and soon enough Miss Sheila was gone. I was then ordered to attend Miss Kate's beautiful feet. She told me to lie down in front of her and used my face for a footstool. She was intentionally pressing her soles on my mouth and nose, to make my breathing difficult, and my air full of her foot aroma. - Samantha dear, I spent a wonderful afternoon, Miss Kate said. I really enjoyed it. If you ever get bored of him, let me know. I'll be happy to take over. - Not so fast Kate, Miss Angela joked. I believe I come first. - Don't worry girls, Madame said. He's a keen slave and he'll always have some spare time to serve you every now and then. Miss Kate look down on me and ordered to clean her feet. She then went on with her conversation. She was very demanding in her request, inspecting the result, making me to lick them clean over and over again. I must have thoroughly licked each foot for at least three times, until she was satisfied with my work. She even smelled her feet to make sure the foot aroma was totally gone, before letting me kiss them for the finishing touches. - This I call a proper foot bath, Miss Kate said as I was still kissing her feet. She placed her left foot on the floor, ordering me to keep kissing, while she rest her right foot on my head. I had to put a lot of strength on my neck, to support the weight of her foot, while still kissing the other one. - Look Angela, a kissing foot stool! She joked, and they all laughed. - Come on Kate, let me have a go as well! Miss Angela complained. You used him for almost an hour. It's my turn now. - OK, Angela, although rumors say that you had him for a whole day! - Well, that might be true, but it's different now. I can't leave with dirty feet, can I? - All right, you can have him, after he puts my shoes on. I helped her with her shoes, and kissed the tips of them as usual. She then pushed me away with her feet. I knelt before Miss Angela, ready to begin my work. She offered me her left foot first, telling me to start with her sole. Using long strokes with my tongue, I cleaned every piece of dirt from her sole and heel. She then offered me her other foot, telling me to leave her toes last. I did as I was told. When I announced that I had finished, she lifted her left foot and pressed her toes into my mouth. I was taken by surprise, but I reacted quickly. Opening my mouth as much as I could, I managed to have all her five toes in my mouth. In fact almost half of her foot was resting in my mouth cushioned by my tongue.. - Soak them properly foot slave! She said. I was sucking her toes, using my tongue to clean underneath. My jaws were aching, but no reason to complain. It was my duty to obey and act accordingly. When she was satisfied, she put her right foot in my mouth, pressing really hard, as if trying to insert all of it into my aching mouth. Again I could hardly breath, but I managed to give her toes a proper cleaning. She then ordered me to put my hands on the floor and she rest her feet on them. She told me that I was to give consecutive strokes with my tongue on the upper parts. I did as I was told, and after a while I was kissing her clean feet to show that I had finished. She pointed to her stockings and went on with the conversation with the others. I very carefully put her silk stockings on her lovely feet, kissing them softly continuously. I finished by putting her shoes on, giving a final kiss on the tips. - Thank you very much Miss Angela for letting me clean your glorious feet! I said. She pushed me away, sending me crawling to the floor. - I think it's time to go home Sam, she said. - Me too, Miss Kate added, Samantha would you call for another taxi? Or maybe your slave could call one. -Certainly not in his condition! Madame said. His face is full of our foot dirt. I don't want him to touch the phone. I'll do it. I was ordered to lie in front of my lady now, to be used as her foot stool. After a couple of minutes the taxi arrived. Madame stepped over me to greet her friends goodnight and came back to sit on the couch. One foot has now resting on my face, while the other on my chest. I was so tired, but I still had to clean Madame's feet. - How was your day, slave? She asked me. - I had a very exciting day Madame! I said. I only hope I was up to your expectations. This is the only thing that matters to me. I am your humble slave Madame. My only objective is to keep you satisfied. - Wash my feet slave, she said and switched the TV on. This was the happiest moment for me. To attend to Madame's feet. After all these hours attending her friends, I felt that Madame was left behind, so I had to make up for her. I took her foot in my hands, kissing it continually, licking away any dirt, sucking away any sweat from the day. I was so happy again. I totally forgot that I was tired. Licking Madame's feet was the best way to gain my lost energy. I tried as much as I could not to disturb her comfort. I was moving my head around her divine feet instead of moving them, always licking and kissing. I was feeling that I was part of her feet now, isn't it strange? I was so keen I doing a perfect job, that I didn't notice that she was staring at me all this time, instead of watching TV. - You ARE a good slave. You really satisfied me today. I'm really proud to have you in my service. Your dedication is sincere, my poor slave. In fact Angela told me that you did very well yesterday. It's hard to believe that a man could reach so low, to obey a woman's wishes. I never thought that the best reward for a man in my service, would be to allow him to worship me in any way I like. This gives me a great feeling of power over you, my poor slave. I like the idea that you totally belong to me. That I can consider you as nothing more than a furniture in my house. Something I use as I like, even sell it if it pleases me. Don't you agree? -YES Madame! Your wish is my command. I'll always be your obedient slave. My life belongs to you, my body belongs to you, everything I am, belongs to you. - Enough now slave! I wish to sleep. Put my slippers on. I put her slippers on and followed her to her bedroom. I helped her undress and gave her the usual goodnight worship by kissing her naked feet. - Your humble slave bids you good night Madame, I said and left her room. I went to my little room and got ready for bed. I lied down. I was so tired, but so happy at the same time. Madame told me so many good words about me. I was thrilled. Madame is so good to me. Madame means everything to me... Tomorrow, I'll try to become even better. What else a slave would ask for? Car Accident Ch. 07 7th Day "MS Office Training" I woke up early this morning, only to realize that I didn't tie up yesterday evening. I was so tired and excited last night, that I had forgotten all about it. Not to mention the strong taste still in my mouth. My face smelled also, after all these feet playing with it. My tongue felt hard, quite logical since it almost became part of a shoe sole yesterday. But it was a good day still. Madame was pleased with my progress and she told me so. What else could I ask? No, time to think, I thought. Too many things to be done before Madame wakes up. I rushed to the bathroom to take a shower and make myself presentable to Madame. I could see from the small window in my bathroom that today was going to be a shiny day. I rushed downstairs to tie everything up and prepare Madame's breakfast. I then went to Madame's bathroom to check her collection of shoes. Today was going to be a nice day, I thought. Maybe she wants open shoes, I had better make sure they are clean. Using a soft wet cloth I started cleaning some of her shoes (no time to finish all pairs). I was so keen, even trying to remove the slightest spots of dust under the soles. Madame had great taste. Her shoes were wonderful, even without her divine feet in them. I cleaned each pair very carefully, kissing it softly at the end. It was strange but I felt that I was honoring Madame, by just kissing her shoes. Then Madame's bell rang. I rushed downstairs to pick her breakfast dish. I was knocking at her door in no time, hoping that I hadn't forgotten anything. She told me to enter. - Good morning Madame! Your wish is my command, I said as I was entering her room. As always, I placed the dish on her bed and assumed my kneeling position by the bed. - How does my slave feel today? She asked sipping her juice. - Very well Madame, thank you very much for your concern, I said. - Aren't you tired? - NO Madame, serving you never, tires me. I'm here to obey your wishes. I wasn't looking at her in the face but I could feel she was staring at me carefully. - What do you think of my friends, slave? She suddenly asked. I was caught by surprise. Who was I to criticize her friends? What should I say to keep her satisfied? I felt I didn't have the right to answer this question. On the other hand, Madame asked me, I had to give her an answer. Why did she asked me? What does she really want to find out? - Did you loose your speech, slave? I asked you a simple question. - ... Ah, no Madame. ... Of course not! ... I was just puzzled. A good slave is only to obey his Mistress' wishes. Who am I to criticize your friends? My position does not permit me this privilege. - It is my wish that you answer, slave. She said seriously. - YES Madame, your wish is my command! I said. If Madame permits me I would say that all her friends are very nice persons. - Even Kate, who tormented you so hard with her feet? - I was only obeying your orders Madame. My intentions were to satisfy your wishes. If this meant I had to become Miss Kate's foot carpet, I would never complain, since it was your own wish. If I only there was a good way to show Madame my appreciation and absolute, total submission to her! - Don't worry, there will be someday. She said meaningfully. - Thank you ever so much Madame! I said. - Did you know that Kate is my step sister? I was astonished! - No Madame! Forgive me, I had no idea. I hope I didn't do anything wrong to offend you! - We are not alike. She always thinks I had better opportunities in life than her. She usually says that I had all the money, while she had all the work. Anyway, she's not such a bad girl after all. I love her and she loves me too, in her own way. You have to remember that! - Yes Madame, I will. Thank you ever so much for trusting me your thoughts. I'll do my best never to let you down. She put the tray aside and sat up, placing her naked feet on my waiting hands. I started placing soft kisses to her lovely toes. - Thank you very much Madame for allowing me to kiss your divine feet. Kissing your feet is the most rewarding present for your humble slave. - Enough, she suddenly said. I'm going to town and you're coming with me. She went to the bathroom and I patiently waited, still knelling on the floor. I was beginning to feel excited about last news. I was going with Madame to the town! I was actually going to walk at her side between other people. What a great honor for a slave! When she came back, I helped her get dressed. God, she looked so smart! She then ordered me to bring her a pair of red leather high heeled sandals. I found them in her shoe closet and came back to put them on. She sat on the chair and crossing her legs she offered me her naked foot. I very carefully put her shoe on, carefully fastening the laces around her shapely calves. I kissed her toes at the tips of her shoe. She changed legs and I put her other shoe too, kissing her toes at the end. When she stood up I bowed my head to the ground, put my arms around her legs and kissed her feet, to show her my submission. - Your wish is my command, Madame! I said. - I'll be waiting in the car, don't be late. She said and left the room picking her bag. I quickly took the breakfast dish to the kitchen and rushed to my room to get dressed. My only clothes were the ones I first came here almost a week ago. They had to make do. I got dressed and harried downstairs, very happy and excited. Madame is taking me out, I thought. I was thrilled. I sat in her car and she drove off. It was my second time going out after my enslavement. I tried to relax, looking the country side around me. Indeed it was a beautiful day. Morning mist was going away, leaving a green velvet like carpet behind it. Why shouldn't I be happy? I thought. I had everything I ever wished, though I didn't know a week ago. I manage to catch a glance at Madame while she was driving. She was so beautiful! So relaxed! And I was sitting next to her. Her humble slave was sitting next to her. We reached the town and Madame parked the car near the shopping center. She came out ordering me to follow. Soon we were among a lot of people, me walking obediently one step behind. No she didn't tell me so, I just thought it to be appropriate. I think I did the right thing. I was feeling a bit lost with all these people around me. I was used to looking at female feet these last days. Now I was looking at faces again. It was funny really, but I just realized that I was looking at faces in all my life, and never got any real idea about the feelings of their owners. For the last days though. I was forced to look at feet only. How many things they could tell me! Feet never lie, I thought and smiled. We went to a clothing shop, were Madame was generous enough to buy me some casual wear. "You won't be needing formal clothes any more", she told me laughingly. I agreed and thanked her sincerely. We then shopped around for a hour or so. I had to carry everything for her, but I didn't mind. Then we went to the bank. Madame told me she was thinking of transferring a serious amount of money from one account to another. We entered and she walked past the booths towards the back offices. I followed her. She knocked at a door and entered. There, to my surprise, was Miss Kate sitting behind a huge elegant wooden desk with a leather covered front panel. The door closed behind us. So that what her step sister does for a living, I thought. She's a bank executive. Madame sat by the desk, while I was patiently standing by - Hello Kate, Madame said. - Hi, Samantha, good to see you. I see you brought your pet with you. Strange to see him standing in front of you! Would you like some coffee? - No thanks, I just had breakfast. - I bet your slave prepared it for you, Miss Kate said jealously. - Good morning Miss Kate, I said politely, keeping my eyes to the ground. Miss Kate pressed the intercom, saying that she was not to be disturbed. I hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to do, but then I made up my mind to act according to my position. I lied down on the floor next to Madame's feet, like an obedient dog. As soon as I did this, Madame placed her beautiful feet on my body. Her right shoe rested on my head, while her left on my back. I felt so nice for doing the right thing at the right moment. They began talking about financial aspects, not paying any attention to me at all. I tried to keep absolutely still, so as not to disturb Madame. I even tried to control my breath, to keep my movements as little as possible. It takes a lot of effort to be a proper human foot stool. I was so anxious to satisfy Madame, that I wasn't listening their conversation. From a few words I managed to catch, Miss Kate was trying to convince Madame to transfer her money to this bank. Madame was concerned about it. Finance was never my subject, so I stopped paying any attention to the conversation, concentrating at my task as Madame's foot carpet. I think finally they reached to an agreement. - So Kate I'll do the transfer first thing Monday morning. - Fine Sam, thanks a lot. I'll have all the paper work ready by Monday, Miss Kate added. - I have to go now, Madame said. I have an important appointment soon. And I have to put him somewhere safe for an hour or two, Madame said pointing down at me. - Why don't you leave him here, dear? He'll be in good hands, Miss Kate said meaningfully. - Are you sure? I mean you have work to do. I don't want him to disturb your job. - Nonsense Sam, I'll do fine. My office is large enough and no one enters or leaves without my permission. Miss Kate stressed her last words carefully. - OK Kate, if you say so. I'll come to pick him up in a couple of hours. If you have any problems, call me. I have my mobile phone with me. She turned to me Obey Kate as if it was me, she said seriously. - Don't worry Sam. I'm sure we'll do fine, Miss Kate said. See you later... Madame pushed me away with her feet and walked away. I was left there, lying on the floor, not knowing what to do. But then Madame's last words came to my mind. I was to obey Miss Kate. Simple I thought. Just obey ... Miss Kate stood up and came near me. I could now see her black high heel pumps next to my face. Her legs, covered in slick black stockings, looked absolutely gorgeous. - What have we got here? She said, lifting my face slightly with the tip of her shoe. I was so anxious to see you again you miserable worm! - Please forgive me Miss Kate, if I offended you! Please tell me what to do. - Don't you worry you stupid thing. You'll do al lot. And for starters you can kiss my feet to show me your appreciation. I put my arms around her feet and started kissing the tips of her shoes. She stayed there for sometime, enjoying my submission. - It's nice to have a man at my feet, she said. Samantha is a lucky girl. You seem so insignificant you miserable slave! I feel I could crush you under my feet... - Yes, Miss Kate, I said between kisses. I'm just a humble slave. It's a great honor to be allowed to kiss your divine feet. Thank you ever so much for your generosity. - It's a pity, really. I think every woman in the world should have at least a male slave. This should be the purpose of males in the world. By God, I could turn you into a useful slave if you were mine! - Please Miss Kate, tell me what I should do to keep you satisfied. My only wish is to obey! - I see that my sister did some work with your training. I like that. You know your place at our feet and you realize our superiority. If only you were mine, she wondered. - Madame's wish is to obey you until she comes back, Miss Kate. - Yes, slave! You're right. She went to her desk and spoke on the intercom again, asking not to be disturbed. She then came back to me. She kicked me on the face. - On your belly, slave, spread your arms and legs. Time to see what you worth. I did as I was told. Suddenly she stepped on my back. I was taken by surprise, but I managed to keep still. She actually started walking on my back. Her heels almost pierced my back as she was trying to keep her balance. The pain was awful. I thought that I could never stand it. But I had to, to satisfy Madame's wishes. Holding her balance on a chair next to me, she stepped on my face. I was now in great agony. I could hardly breathe. She went on walking on my back, stepping on my face, making my torture unbearable. - Please Miss Kate, I managed to stumble. I cannot stand it any more. Please forgive me. I'm such a useless slave. - Yes you are, but you're learning fast I think. So this is the lesson for now: A slave must be ready to accept everything from his Mistress. Either good, or bad. And be ready to withstand anything, including pain, if she wishes. I was just testing you. Yesterday, when you were properly cleaning my feet , I thought you were very good. Now I see you need a lot of training to become a useful slave. Samantha is very soft and kind on you. That won't turn you into a good slave. Maybe I'll have to take up some of your training. I don't think you're up to my standards yet. She stepped down and sat on an armchair, crossing her beautiful legs. I crawled to her feet, trying to forget the pain and started kissing the foot that touched the floor. She rest the other foot on my head. - Please forgive my awkwardness, Miss Kate. I'm so stupid and useless. Please teach me the right way. She tapped my head with the sole of her dangling shoe. - The right way, you fool is the simple way. Obey, obey, obey. And be ready to become everything that your mistress wants. You seem obedient and docile, but you lack the ability to fulfill some simple tasks to keep you Mistress satisfied. Take me for example. What I really wanted a minute ago and you totally failed to succeed, was a human carpet. It was so simple, but you managed to fail. - I'm so sorry Miss Kate I said still kissing her shoe. Please forgive me. It won't happen again. It was the first time for me and I realize I disappointed you. - OK, maybe I was a bit hasty. After all you're just a slave. What could I expect. But I'll be generous with you, although you don't deserve it. Instead of punishing you, I'll go on with what I call basic training. We'll start with basics. Do you know what a foot stool is, slave? - Yes, I think so Miss Kate. A thing to rest your feet. - Well done. Let's see if you can be one. She ordered me to take away the foot stool underneath her desk and take its place. I did as I was told. Her desk was huge, so it wasn't so difficult to crawl underneath. Soon I was lying on the floor under the desk, waiting orders. She came and sat on her chair using my body as a foot stool. Her heels pressed me hard, causing a lot of paint but I wouldn't dare to complain. - Stay still and keep quiet, slave! She ordered. Or you'll be punished. She spoke on the intercom, saying that she's available again. Customers came in and out, discussing business, while I was still under her shoes, serving as a human foot stool. She seemed to have forgotten all about me. I was just a piece of furniture to her, something to rest her feet on. No one noticed my presence, since I was hidden under the desk, behind the leather panel trying to be as quiet as possible. Her sole rubbed hardly on my chins, causing me bruises and pain. But I didn't mind. I was here under Madame's orders. So I had to try and obey. My only objective was to keep Madame satisfied. And obeying Miss Kate, was Madame's wish. After a while she slipped her shoes off. She pressed her right foot on my chest, while she forced her left foot big toe into my mouth. I started sucking her stockined toe, while another customer came in. I think it was about a bank loan, but I'm not sure. I was so much occupied trying to do my best that I couldn't follow the conversation. When the customer left, she kicked me hard on the face with her stockined foot. - You idiot! You wet my stockings. How can you be so useless! I didn't say a word. What could I say? She was right. Sucking her toe through the stockings made it wet. She was right. - Now I have to take them out. She offered me her feet and very carefully I pulled down her stockings. When her feet were naked, I gently took them in my hands and gave each one of her toes a soft kiss. She pushed me back and put her feet on me. She thrust her big toe into my mouth again. - Suck my toes, slave! She said. At least you know how to do this. I started sucking her big toe, kissing it at the same time. Using my well trained tongue, I removed any dirt in between, before going on to the next toe. I had to support her foot with my hands too, to make her feel comfortable, which required a lot of effort from my position. I was also very careful not to make any noise, in case a customer heard. All this time she didn't pay any attention to me, apart from switching feet. After some time, her toes and soles were soaked and smooth, while my mouth was tasting like the inside of a shoe. But I could realize from the movement of her feet and toes that she was relaxing now. That meant that I was doing fine. That made me happy and gave me the strength to go on with even more enthusiasm. A lot of people came in and out during my "foot stool training". None of them realized that the beautiful woman talking to them had a man under her naked feet using him as a stool, licking her feet clean, at the same time. This must make Miss Kate feel powerful and confident, I thought, continually licking and kissing her divine feet. I begun feeling happy as well. I was improving, I thought. I managed to take the place of the foot stool. I'm not that useless after all. Miss Kate is a good trainer. Madame will be happy. The last customer came out. Miss Kate turned her chair sideways, ordering me to sit cross legged in front of her. - I'm so tired, she said, stretching her legs on me. Tell me something to make my mood, slave. - What do you wish me to say, Miss Kate? I asked. - Anything. Tell me about my feet, she added, resting her right foot on my shoulder, while rubbing her left sole on my face. - You have absolutely beautiful feet, Miss Kate. And your toes are delicious, if you permit me to say so. It is a great pleasure for me attending to your feet. Your soles are like velvet, and your heels are so soft and shapely. Your nails are so smooth that I could see my face on them while licking them. I'm so thrilled to be allowed to touch kiss and lick your divine feet, Miss Kate. Thank you very much for your generosity and kindness. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Miss Kate remained absolutely calm, continuing to rub her sole on my face. She turned her head to the door. The door opened and someone came in. - Excuse me Kate, an astonished female voice said. Sorry to have interrupted... - it's OK, Clara, Miss Kate said laughingly. I new it was you. I was just playing with my new pet. Let me introduce you. Clara this is my slave. Slave, this is my secretary Clara. Her slave? I asked myself. Isn't she a bit of a liar? I thought that I belonged to Madame only. Or maybe Madame came to an agreement with her step sister. Anxiety struck me. Or maybe Miss Kate was just showing off. I felt reassured with the last thought. I'm still Madame's slave, I told to myself. And I'm here under her orders, nobody else's. The secretary came closer and looked at me while I was now licking Miss Kate's left sole. - Slave? She asked in an astonished voice. Come on Kate, slavery is abolished long time ago. Everyone is a free man nowadays. - Well, in his case, Miss Kate said pointing down at me, he's a slave on his own free will. Isn't it slave? Car Accident Ch. 07 - Yes Miss Kate, I confirmed. - You see Clara? He's a free man, but his will was to become a slave. So everything is OK. Miss Clara didn't say a word for some time. Maybe she was trying to swallow what was going on. Finally she spoke. - Well I presume you know better Kate. Sorry to have interrupted. I was only wandering if I could leave a little earlier today. I feel so tired and my feet are killing me. Is it OK with you? Miss Kate caught the magic words. - Your feet Clara? I've got the right recipe for your case. Just take a sit and relax while this poor slave can attend to your feet? - No thanks, she said hesitantly. I don't want to upset you. I'll just go home to relax. I had a busy day today. - Come on Clara. You have to grab the opportunities in life. Or else you'll be a secretary for the rest of your life, she added meaningfully. Miss Clara hesitated for a moment, then sat down on a chair. - Why not, she said, assuming her confidence. I'll give it a try. Thanks Kate. I never had a foot massage after a hard days work, I could do with one I suppose. - Slave, Miss Kate said. Clara needs your attention. GO! I carefully let Miss Kate feet touch the floor gave them a last kiss and went to Miss Clara. I knelt in front of her feet. I could feel that she was a bit upset witnessing the whole scene. - May I remove your sandals Miss Clara? I asked. - How cute, she giggled. I was never asked by a man to remove my shoes. In fact I never had a man kneeling at my feet, she added. Yes you may. What's your name? - You can call him slave, Miss Kate said. That's his proper name. Go on slave. Do your duty. I carefully unlaced Miss Clara's sandals and gently pulled them off. I hold her feet in my hands. She had pretty feet, with orange painted toenails, but she could do with a pedicure. They didn't smell that bad, but her soles were a bit dirty. I could also see spots of hard skin around her shapely heels. Certainly she needed a pedicure. A woman who respects herself should always have her feet in perfect shape. But then, maybe not everyone is as lucky as my Madame, I thought with a bit of pride. - May I have permission to kiss your feet Miss Clara? - Of course not, she protested. Don't be silly, she said, pulling her feet away - Come on Clara, Miss Kate said. Don't disappoint him. This is part of his basic training. He is to kiss a woman's feet before and after he attends to them. It's the right thing for him. It's a kind of reward to him as well. Don't insult the poor slave. - OK,OK I'll do it, Miss Clara said and stretched her feet on my hands again. I held them gently and gave each one of her toes a soft kiss. - It's ticklish, she said laughing. But it's funny. I never had a man kiss my feet before. Go on, slave (giggle), you may kiss my feet more. - Thank you very much Miss Clara, I said as I went on kissing her feet. She let me kiss her feet a little more, all this time watching me carefully. - OK now, she finally said. You can start my massage now. I sat cross legged in front of her and placed her feet carefully on my lap. I then started massaging her toes, gently pulling and rubbing each one. The two women forgot all about my presence and began talking about me as if I wasn't there. I was quite calm now, to be able to listen to their conversation. - That explains it, Miss Clara said. I was certain that your sister came in with a man this morning, but she left alone. I was beginning to feel that I lost my talent of observation. - Yes, you see he's actually Samantha's slave, but she asked me to keep an eye on him while she had some important business. I had to find a way to keep him occupied, so as not to get lazy. Good slaves are hard to find these days, she said in a dreaming voice... - You mean he's really a slave? Miss Clara asked bewildered. - But of course Clara darling. What else could he be? - I don't know, a servant maybe. - Don't be silly Clara. Have you seen a lot of servants kissing their bosses' feet? - OK, I give up. You're the boss anyway. By the way what was he doing when I entered, If you don't mind me asking so. - Oh, he was just my foot toy really. I was playing with his face, exercising my feet. Although I was about to ask him for a foot bath. - Here? Then manager wouldn't like this I imagine. If water spills on the carpets, he'll get really mad. You remember how much we paid redecorating offices, specially carpets. - Who said anything about water dear? You seem not to have understood the advantages of having a slave. A slave Clara will do ANYTHING he's ordered. Just anything. No more, no less. - I still don't get it I'm afraid, miss Clara said. - Clara wake up, dear. You must realize the feel of power in yourself. You must also feel the implications of your superiority over this miserable slave at your feet. If this poor slave feels honored to kiss your feet, then he would only be too happy to lick them clean, if this is your wish! I could see Miss Clara's eyes open wide. I was now massaging her soles, using my thumbs in circular motions lightly pressing at the same time. - You must be kidding me Kate, Miss Clara protested. I find this most humiliating, even for ... a slave, as you call him. - Don't forget you call him too, Clara. It's not a matter of humiliation. You got the whole situation wrong. You see dear, you humiliate someone you consider as equal to you. You miss the main point here. He's absolutely NOT equal to you. He's a slave Clara. He means nothing to you. You don't humiliate a carpet when you step on it. You simply use it. - But surely Clara, he's not a carpet. He's a human being! - That's where you're wrong Clara. He's a slave, so he's anything you wish him to be. If you wish him to be your carpet, then you use him as a carpet. You don't humiliate him, you simply use him, or better say use it. Do you get the difference? - I'm getting to it. But still I'm a bit confused. What about social equality and all this things? - I agree Clara, but try to understand. Of course all humans are equal, I would be the first to point this out. But he's a slave now. His position as a slave takes him way below the human species. You don't compare your position or status with his. How can you compare different things? Put it in your mind Clara; you're a woman and he's a slave. If you allow him to touch your feet, you actually make him feel important. If you consider your naked soles to be the lowest part of your body and social level, then his current social position is miles below. If you understand this, then you're ready to benefit from his services. If not, sorry to say so, but you're a looser. By the way did I ever tell you that I don't like losers? - I'm beginning to get your point Kate, Miss Clara said. Correct me if I'm wrong. By letting him lick my feet for example, I actually show my sincere generosity to him. It's not that I humiliate him, I just give him an opportunity to feel important. Is that so? - Yes, you got it absolutely right. I couldn't have said it better myself. The idea is that you don't have a man at your feet. You have a slave. That's what makes the difference and gives you the right to do anything you like. At that moment the phone rang. Miss Kate picked it up. Miss Clara stretched her feet lazily on my laps making herself comfortable on the chair. I was now massaging her heels, being very careful not to annoy her by accidentally rubbing the hard areas. - Clara speaking ... - No James, I won't be leaving now. I have an important discussion with my secretary... - OK, I got this. Who's security officer today? - Right, tell John that he has to unlock the doors to let us out. By the way, inform him that three of us will be leaving later. I still have a customer here... - I'll let you know tomorrow. Bye... She hung up. -Everybody's leaving now. We won't be disturbed any more, Miss Kate said meaningfully. - Can I have a go then? Miss Clara asked really excited now. - Be my guest dear. I can enjoy his services some other time. It's also an opportunity to see if he's learnt anything so far. Can you imagine that it's easier to train a dog than a slave? She added laughing. Let's go on with "MS Office Training". - What are you talking about Kate? I don't suppose you want to teach him WinWord just right now? - Of course not, dear! "MS Office Training" stands for "Mistress Slave Office Training". It's about training a male slave how to attend to his Mistress needs, while she's at office. They both laughed. Miss Clara turned down to me. She started speaking in a steady, confident voice. - I feel generous today, slave. I'm giving you the honor of allowing you to lick my dirty feet clean. You may lick away my divine dust. - Well done Clara, you're learning. Miss Kate said joyfully. - But first ... She punched me hard on the face with her sole. I dropped lying on the ground, astonished and in pain. - Did you like this Kate? Miss Clara said laughing. I just kicked him with no purpose. Just because I felt like it. He's a slave, he wouldn't mind. Yes, dear, you're getting the hung of it. Go on! - Crawl to my divine feet, slave. She said stretching her legs towards me. This is your last chance to have the honor of liking them clean. You may start with my soles. But first let me see your tongue. I want to make sure it's clean enough to touch my feet. I crawled to her feet and took my tongue out for her to inspect it. At her confirmation I placed her right foot on my hands. I started licking her dirty sole, to ease away the dirt. I did this as carefully as possible, since I had a feeling she might be ticklish and I would be in trouble. Luckily, she didn't complain. - You're absolutely right, Kate. Miss Clara said, totally ignoring me. You have to realize the difference between a slave and a woman, to be able to enjoy his services. It feels really good to have him lick my feet. It's even better to feel that he's actually honored by this action. It gives me a feeling of total power over him. It makes me feel so important. I'm glad I stayed. Be careful with this heel, slave. She told me seriously. - Join the club, Clara! Miss Kate added. Do you see how good you feel now? Imagine that you had a busy day, customers made you angry, your boss may have insulted you. But now you have forgotten all about it. Having a slave obediently at your feet, is the most refreshing thing in the world. It charges up your batteries. - Enough, slave! Miss Clara told me. You can go on with my toes now. Be careful with the varnish, or I'll make you eat it. Obeying Miss Clara's order, I started sucking her big toe, using my well trained tongue to remove any grit underneath the nail. Her feet tasted nice, anyway I was used to the taste and smell of female feet by now. As I was licking her toes, Miss Clara put her left foot on my head, using it as a foot stool. I could easily suck a woman's toes, but now it was more difficult. I had to put a lot of strength at my neck, in order to support her left foot, while sucking the toes of the other one. This of course put a lot of strain to my neck, but I was trying to do my best to make a good job. After all, I had to succeed in satisfying these two ladies, simply because Madame wanted it. At this time, the two women began talking about business and specially what they were going to say to James, possibly their manager, about the "late customer". Soon enough, her right foot toes were clean, the orange nail varnish shiny. I finished up by licking the upper part of her foot and finally her ankles. - Excuse me to interrupt you, Miss Clara, I said in a soft obedient voice. May I have the honor of cleaning you other foot? - Yes, you may, she said, swapping feet and totally ignoring me. Again I started at her sole, going on to her heel, sucking her toes clean, finishing up by licking her shapely ankles. I then took both her feet carefully in my hands and began giving soft kisses to each one of her toes. - Thank you very much Miss Clara for allowing me to clean your divine feet. She didn't say anything. Just a gesture with her hand, to go on with the kissing. She then went on talking to Miss Kate. The phone rang - Kate speaking ... - Hi John. Something wrong? - OK, let her in please ... - Yes, John, I understand non employees are not allowed to enter the bank when it's closed. But she's my sister, and even more a prospective good customer. And certainly she's not going to rob the bank! - Of course you'll write it in your report tomorrow. I'll be responsible. Just send her in, will you... She hung up. - By God, Clara! You must be a perfect moron to become a security officer in this bank. - Come on Kate, his only doing his duty. I think he's cute. - Then you can have him, Miss Kate added angrily. There was a knock on the door and soon enough Madame was in the room, while I was still lying on the floor, kissing Miss Clara's beautiful feet. Madame took a seat on a chair facing Miss Clara. - Sorry for being so late, Kate, Hi Clara, Madame said. I hope I didn't put you in trouble with my slave. - Not at all Sam, Miss Kate said. In fact I was just showing my secretary how efficient he is. Isn't it Clara? - Yes of course, Miss Clara added in an uncertain voice. Miss Kate wanted me to see how good your slave is. I hope I didn't do anything wrong! - No, it's OK, Madame laughed, breaking the ice. I'm not that selfish you now. When I don't need him, you can all have him. Did he behave Kate? - Yes, he did OK, dear. You have a fine slave Sam. He passed his "MS Office Training" with flying colors. Miss Kate explained the joke to Madame and they all laughed. - I really have to get going, Madame said. If you finished with him ... - Certainly Miss Samantha! Miss Clara said, withdrawing her feet. - No Clara, I won't go until you get the whole service. Slave, Madame addressed me. Put her shoes on. I did as I was told, carefully lacing her shoes around Miss Clara's ankles. When I put her shoes on, I kissed the tips, thanking Miss Clara again for the honor. I then crawled to Madame's feet, kissing the tips of her red sandals. Her pink painted toe nails were so inviting. I only wished I could be so tiny, to fit in her shoes under her gorgeous soles, all the time. She pushed me away with her foot and stood up. - Bye girls, see you soon. Come on slave... Soon we were driving back home. Madame was in a very good mood. Probably her appointment was successful. She kept asking about the details of my "MS Office Training". I was only too happy to answer, hoping that she would be satisfied with my efforts. When we reached home, she sat on the living room sofa and switched the TV on. I fixed her a drink and rushed upstairs to leave my new clothes in my room and fetch her slippers. Kneeling in front of her I kissed the tips of her shoes and carefully removed her sandals. I took her feet in my hands and kissed them warmly. She ordered me to wash her feet and turned her attention to the TV set. I started with her lovely toes, sucking them carefully, until they were absolutely clean. I realized that I had nothing to eat all day. But now I was having lunch and dinner together. I was eating Madame's tasty dirt from her lovely feet. What else could a slave expect more? I was totally happy. Her feet were so tasty, I could be licking them for ever. She didn't pay any attention to me while I was licking her feet clean, but I knew she was enjoying it. And that's all I wanted. To keep Madame satisfied. She didn't tell me to stop. After some time she fell asleep. I kept licking her feet for hours. It was a kind of special massage, suitable for Madame only. A tribute to Madame for her kindness. I didn't stop for a minute. I was softly licking her feet, sucking her toes, being very careful not to wake her up. I was her foot stool, her foot licker her foot slave, her obedient slave ... I was there alone with Madame's feet. What else could a slave want to be happy? It was late night when Madame woke up. I put her slippers on and followed her upstairs. I helped her undress and gave Madame the usual good night worship, kissing her divine feet as warmly as ever. She pushed me away ordering me to leave. I left her room closing the door behind her. I went downstairs to clean the kitchen. I then picked Madame's shoes and went to her bathroom to clean them. It came to my mind to lick them clean, just like Madame's feet. I did so, feeling very happy that I was again paying a tribute to her. I even licked her dirty soles. When I finished, her sandals look as good as new, shining in a bright red color. I put them in place and went to my room. I got undressed and went to bed. I was feeling so happy, I thought I could fly. Tomorrow was another day ... Car Accident Ch. 08 8th Day "Bewildered in Confusion" I woke up with a very good mood. Yesterday I served Madame sincerely, and maybe she understood it. Or maybe today I might get another chance to show her my appreciation and total devotion to her. Feeling really happy I stood up, ready to start my morning chores. I was actually whistling, trying to be as quiet as possible. An idea came to my mind. Madame introduced to me as Natasha, some days ago. But I was sure some friends called her Samantha. Isn't it strange? So what, I told to myself. Maybe she lied to you about her name, just like you did, remember? Or maybe she's got two names. Stop being a detective, I told myself smilingly. She's "Madame" to you, that's her name as far as you're concerned. Madame's breakfast first, I thought, glancing at the alarm clock next to my bed. Fear struck me! It was already nine thirty. God! I thought. It's so late. I just realized that the alarm didn't work.. My only hope was that Madame was still fast asleep. My day was beginning badly, I said to myself loosing my temper. I was wasting valuable time thinking about names, while I had to be flying to my duties. I rushed to my small bathroom to get ready for work. I was so worried, I could hardly contain myself. What if Madame is awake by now? What would I say? Why should this thing happen to me? Damn clocks! A couple of minutes later, I was almost running down the stairs, keeping as quiet as possible, trying to catch up the lost time. When I reached the base of the stairway, I realized in terror that Madame was sitting on the couch sipping coffee. It was like an inside explosion in my body. Like dynamite exploding in my chest. Total disaster, I thought. How could I explain? What could I say for being so incompetent? Is there any excuse for my failure? I stood there frozen for some time. Madame must have realized how panicked I was. I was beginning to tremble. I heard her laughing. - Good morning Chris! She said happily. Pull yourself together, will you? There's coffee in the kitchen. Help yourself and come here. And please use a cup will you? - Good morning Madame! I managed to stumble and started walking uncertainly to the kitchen. Madame made her own coffee! I thought. Madame waked up without my presence. Her divine feet touched the ground without first touching my waiting hands! Maybe she even had to search for her slippers! I failed her! WHY? I almost shouted as I was pouring some coffee in a cup. How could I be so useless? At that moment I realized that she actually called me with my real name. Not "Stanley", as I lied to her in the beginning, not "slave" as she used to call me. My real name!. OK, she knows it from my personal papers that I handed to her some days ago. I came back holding my coffee, still trembling. Coffee was pouring out of the cup to the small saucer plate. - Sit here, next to me, Chris, she told me pointing to the empty seat on the couch. I did as I was told, speechless and still trembling. The couch was really soft, but to me it felt like hard rock. I was so stiff, I thought I might break up into pieces, even from the slightest move. What was going on? What was going totally wrong? My place was at her feet, not next to her. She handed me a handkerchief to wipe the spilt coffee off the plate. I carefully cleaned my cup, staring at her slippers. - Relax, Chris! She told me in a smiling voice. Look at me! I looked at her in the eyes, with a frightened, guilty look. She was actually smiling at me! God she was so beautiful! And I failed her, I thought. What would happen next? I just couldn't keep my eyes to her face. I didn't find it proper. So I lowered my sight, down to her feet again. She sighed. Maybe she's not that angry after all, I thought. Madame was so good to me all these days. Maybe I'll never realize how generous she can be. Maybe she'll forgive me, I hoped. - Do you know what day it is today, Chris? Madame asked. - ...Eh, I think it's Sunday Madame. I replied in a soft uncertain voice. - What else? Something special about it? She insisted. - ... It's the first day of the week. A relaxation day... for Madame, I promptly added. -How could you forget? Today is exactly one week after our first encounter, don't you agree? - Yes Madame! I said excited. You are right. How could I forget? Please forgive me. I'm so useless, I said in a disappointed voice. - It's OK, she said happily. I thought we had to celebrate it somehow. - Thank you very much Madame for your consideration, but I think I do not deserve it. I'm afraid I've failed you, I said tears coming out of my eyes. I tried to keep my cup of coffee as steady as possible. Difficult thing though, with all this trembling. My face must have the same color as the cup, I thought. - Nonsense, she laughed. I was the one who switched your alarm clock off this morning. I thought you needed some rest. - YOU? I asked astonished. - Yes, you silly man! No reason to feel bad. I felt blood coming back to my face. So I wasn't so useless after all. It was Madame who wanted me to get some rest. Maybe as a gift for our first week together. Maybe I hadn't failed her after all. I was now beginning to calm down. I managed to sip some coffee. - So, she went on, I thought I'd give you some time to rest. You had a busy week lately. I made my own breakfast, as I used to a week ago, waiting for you to wake up. - Thank you ever so much Madame! You're so kind! - A couple of things came to my mind, as I was waiting. So I'd like to discuss them with you...NO, don't disturb me. I want to finish my thoughts first. A week ago, when you first rubbed my aching feet, I thought that I was really lucky to have met you. I was going to exploit you as far as I could. I always wanted a slave at my service and you gave me the chance to fulfill my expectations. I managed to have complete power over your body and mind. And you reacted nicely to my needs... I was beginning to gain my confidence back again. The cup stopped trembling. Maybe it wasn't such a bad day after all, I thought. I had a great urge to kneel at her feet, kissing them, thanking her for her kindness and generosity. I stayed motionless instead. Madame continued in an absentminded voice. - You quickly became my obedient slave, ready to obey my wishes. You worshipped me as a Goddess. My friends were thrilled with your attitude, and felt very jealous for my luck. You made me believe what I always wanted; to have a slave that actually BELONGS to me. You became my property, to use you as I please. Kate phoned me in the morning, filling me with all the details about yesterday. She was so excited about you. She actually told me that she was willing to take you up or even buy you, if I ever got bored with you. And Clara's feet, Kate told me, are so addicted to your tongue service, that she can hardly wait for another session. You've done well, Chris. You pleased me a lot. So this is what I have to propose to you. I was all ears, I was devouring Madame's words as hungrily as ever. Maybe I was a selfish egoist, but I really liked what I was listening. Madame carried on... - I'm giving you back your personal things... Your car... Your clothes... ... Your freedom. I'll even phone your boss, to convince him to take you back in your old job... I'll also give you some money to help you go along...Your debt to me is over ... I realized the meaning of Madame's last words as I was getting another sip of coffee. My first reaction was nothing. Emptiness. I felt the ground disappearing from my feet. I felt like I was going down a deep dark funnel, screaming hopelessly. My lower jaw dropped down in astonishment. Coffee was spilling out of my opened mouth. I couldn't think, or react. My hands felt numb. I couldn't do anything. I guess this is what some people call "a temporary black-out". The only thing that was able to think and react was the cup of coffee. It decided to follow one of the basic rules of physics: "What goes up, must come down". It fell from my hands, turning over on my laps, finally reaching the floor, after spilling coffee on me, Madame's feet and carpet. My eyes were motionless, so much as the rest of me. I couldn't speak, anyway even if I could, I had nothing to say. Maybe I was dead. I couldn't say. I think I must have stopped breathing too. I felt air was thin around me. Or maybe it was because I was falling so fast in this long dark funnel. The only thing to expect was to reach the bottom of it. What bottom? What funnel? Was I there dreaming, or was I dreaming I was there? - ...OR ... you can stay here... Madame added with a serious voice, not paying any attention to the rebel cup and the spills of "coffee rebellion". - ... I ...I ...need ... That was all I managed to say. Madame went on, looking me closely. - Or, you can stay here, as I was saying, going on with your duties. You see I consider myself a fair person. So I'm giving you a chance, to think it over. Suddenly the funnel disappeared. My falling route was stopped by the chair I was sitting on. Did I reach the bottom of the funnel? Was this chair the bottom of it? Was it a magic funnel? It disappeared when the magic phrase was spoken: "you can stay here ...". I was getting back to my senses now. I could clearly see the cup on the floor, by Madame's feet. - Please Madame, I managed to say in a tired voice. Could you explain? - You see Chris, Madame said picking her words carefully, for the last week I had you as my personal slave, attending to my needs, obeying my orders, worshipping my feet whenever I felt like it. You did this because you had no alternative. I had you under my power. That was all I wanted. I began training you for your duties, only to find out that you were somehow born for your position. I didn't have to force you, or even threaten you to obey. You just obeyed. - Shouldn't I be doing this? I asked uncertainly. - Of course I was really satisfied with your progress, Madame continued ignoring my question. But now, a week after, I think I should give you another chance. Look here Chris. You have two choices. One: you can leave, taking everything that belongs to you, including your mind and body. Even the clothes I bought you yesterday. Consider them as a present. Become a free man again, forgetting the whole thing altogether. After some time you'll think it was just a bad dream. Two: stay here, becoming what you were during the last week. My personal dedicated slave. Let me warn you though. If you decide to stay, then there is absolutely NO WAY BACK. I won't tolerate any disobedience or draw back from your side. I'll never speak to you as equal again, Chris. You'll be my rightful slave and I'll always treat you as such. I was harsh on you the other day, asking your sincere confirmation. So I'm asking you again. This time your answer will be considered as "totally final". It's only fair I think to ask for your final decision ... - Madame, I .. - Don't answer now, she interrupted me. I'm going out to the fitness club. I'll be back in the afternoon. I'll use my bicycle, as every Sunday, remember? She asked meaningfully. - Yes I remember, I answered absentmindedly. - When I come back, I expect you either to be away, in which case the whole matter is over, or still be here as my permanently enslaved servant. You're absolutely free to decide. Your future or even your whole life might depend on this decision. Is this perfectly clear? - Yes Madame I said. - So let be it! She said. Don't bother helping me to get ready. Consider it as your morning off. I can manage myself. - But surely Madame, I dared saying, at least let me clean the mess I did on your divine feet. If I am to leave, then this is my way of thanking you for all that you've done for me... - Do you mean it? She asked with a sparkle in her eyes. - But of course Madame! I said and dropped to her feet on my knees. - OK, I do have some time to spare before I go. She offered me her beautiful feet and I carefully removed her slippers. Her right foot was clean, but the left one had stains of dried coffee starting from her shapely ankles, reaching down her tender toes. I kissed her pink painted toes with passion, before going on with the wash. I left her right foot gently touch the floor, and took her left tenderly in my hands. I started sucking her toes clean, as keenly as ever. Her feet were not smelly at all, after all the licking I did last night. Her toes tasted like fresh coffee. Strange I thought, what a different way to serve coffee. I carefully licked in between her toes to remove any coffee still stuck. I then went on with her soft sole, with long strokes of my tongue, using my well trained teeth when required. Madame didn't say a word while I was washing her foot, but I could still feel she was examining me carefully. Maybe she was trying to find out about my intentions. I was too much occupied with my duty as her foot cleaner, to even think of expressing my intentions to her. Having cleaned her heel, I went on to wash her ankles. Her foot felt so light in my hands. So valuable, so fragile. I was holding it as softly as I could as if I was afraid it might break. Was it the last time I was licking this foot clean? I couldn't answer. I was so confused, so emotionally pressed. As soon as I finished, I started placing kisses on her foot, to inform her that I finished and was ready to clean her other foot. She let me kiss her foot a little more, but she didn't offer me the other one to clean. Suddenly she stood up, put her slippers on and told me. - My other foot is clean. I have to go now. Please stay here. You can sit on the couch. She went upstairs, leaving me still kneeling on the floor, as puzzled and as worried as ever. I was still on the floor when she came back in her athletic outfit and shoes, just like when we first met. I looked at her sadly. She was so beautiful. Yet so far away... She left an amount of money on the living room sofa. - For your expenses, should you decide to leave. She explained. Bye Chris, she said. Remember what I've told you. Soon she was gone. I stayed there for some time, trying to digest what was going on. Things happened so fast, I felt I couldn't follow. It's strange isn't it? Last Sunday morning I was a free man enjoying my life. This morning, after a week in slavery and total submission I was given the opportunity to become free again. Normally I should feel relieved. But I wasn't. I was so confused. I must do something, I said to myself. No point sitting on the floor doing nothing. Maybe later I'll have a clear mind to realized what happened and what has to be done. I'm a simple minded person, I thought. I can act and react as long as I face one thing at a time. But now it was totally different. So many things happened so quickly. I was so disorganized! Pull yourself together, I said to myself as if trying to be my own coach. I stood up and went to the kitchen to clean up. I did the dishes and cleaned the floor. I then went back to the living room to clean up the spilt coffee, hoping that it would come off. It wasn't difficult after all. One thing about good quality carpets is that dirt comes off easily. Madame was very careful choosing her belongings. Or should I say "Natasha"? or "Samantha"? God I was so confused! I went upstairs to Madame's bathroom to make sure everything was in order. I then did her bedroom and changed her bed sheets. I also washed her coffee stained slippers, using a hair drier to dry them. It was almost noon by now. A happy delightful sun was out there, waiting to greet me. Or maybe not... I went downstairs to the kitchen, unlocked the back door and took the garbage out. I was working really hard, without a break, trying not to think of anything. Because thinking was hurtful. And I didn't want to be hurt any more... I came back and went to my room. I put everything in place and sat on the bed. Maybe I'd better make myself something to eat. But I wasn't hungry. I felt I couldn't get anything through my mouth. Maybe Madame's foot had put its signature in my mouth. I shouldn't spoil it. Am I going crazy? I asked myself. - No point avoiding your responsibilities, I loudly said. I had to make a decision. Was I to leave and become a free man, or stay and be a slave for the rest of my life. Madame made it perfectly clear to me. I was used to the idea of obeying Madame all the time. I was convinced she knew what was good for me. But now, she left me to decide. And the decision was difficult to make. - Maybe she doesn't want me here any more. I'm useless to her. I felt angry. I was licking female feet for the past days, but I still have some pride left. That's it. I made up my mind, I said loudly and firmly. I'm a free man. Having said that, I started packing. That didn't take a lot of time, since my belongings were not so many. I wore the clothes Madame bought me yesterday and went downstairs. I had a last look around as if to fix all the scenes in which I took part last week, deeply into my mind. If only I could realize what Madame wanted of me! But she was very careful not to show it. I tried to remember her lasts words. Maybe then I could find out her emotions, her desires. But no. she was very careful not to bias my decision. Madame was always right. But now, I had to be right... or wrong (?) I went out through the front door, closing it behind it. That's it, I said. It's all over. Time to go home. What home? Where is home? I went to the back, were my old car was parked. "hello my friend" I said. Maybe I was getting mad, talking to the car. But then a lot of people talk to things, don't they? I tried to open the door. It was locked. - Damn it! I said. I forgot my keys upstairs. I went back to the house, only to realize that I didn't have any keys to go in. isn't it funny? A house is your slave cage, your prison for a week. I wasn't allowed to go out without permission. And now, I wasn't allowed to go in, no matter what. I'm not a superstitious person, but this incident shook me a bit. What could I do? In a way, I wasn't allowed to leave, since I had no car keys, but I wasn't allowed to go back either, since the front door was closed. I then remembered the back door. I had unlocked it to get the garbage out, forgetting to lock it afterwards. Lucky me for being so incompetent, I laughed. I rushed to the back door and entered Madame's kitchen. I then went upstairs to pick my keys. I went back to the kitchen, locked the door properly and headed for the front door, keys in my hand. As I was opening the door, I saw somebody coming fast towards the house. I looked more carefully, behind the glass closing the door slowly. God! It was Madame coming back on her bicycle. And she wasn't alone! Another woman was cycling right behind her! It was already afternoon! I panicked. What should I do now? I made up my decision some time ago. I was to leave. So she shouldn't find me here. That was our agreement and I meant to keep it. - The back door! I said and rushed to the kitchen. I could unlock the door easily under normal circumstances. But not now. My hands trembled. I heard the front door opening. I froze motionless. The right thing to do was to unlock the door and disappear. Maybe no one would notice me. I should have taken my chances. But in my condition, I couldn't react efficiently. Instead I stayed in the kitchen and hid behind the door leading to the living room. I could even hear Madame's soft steps on the living room carpet, together with my pounding heart. I then recognized Miss Kate's voice. - Told you so! Samantha. She was saying in an excited voice. You should never have given him a second chance. The bird flew off the cage. You should know better than that. You didn't loose your slave only, but the bet as well. You owe me some money dear. I was right about him leaving you alone. Car Accident Ch. 08 - Come on Kate, Madame said apologetically. He was OK, I could still use him. But I didn't want to force him into slavery any more. Not after what he's done for me. - Don't tell me you fell in love with him! - Of course not Kate. How could you think of such a thing! I would never fall in love with a slave. But, somehow I felt sorry for him. Maybe I pressed him too hard. Not that I didn't enjoy it though, she added laughingly. - At least can you tell me why? You didn't want to talk about it in the club, but now you owe me an answer. - Well, you see, I was just hoping to have him here under his own free will. Somehow I thought he was going to stay. I was wrong after all. Better this way. If he was to stay, he should be sincere about his decision. If he decided to leave, then he simply wasn't the right man for the position offered. You see, I really liked having a slave at my feet. But he must be totally devoted to me. That's how I like it. I was almost certain we would find him lying on the floor by the door, ready to serve us. So that what was all about! Madame really wanted me to stay, but she didn't like to say so. She wanted me to decide. She wanted me to stay on my own free will. And I was ready to go. I failed her again, I thought with sadness. - At least he forgot his money! Miss Kate noticed. - Really? Madame asked indifferently. My money, I thought. Yes, I forgot all about it. Even if I remembered, I wouldn't have taken it. Maybe I hadn't failed her, I thought. I was excited now. Maybe I was never planning to leave after all. Maybe I was just ,making a dull, useless rehearsal. - Anyway, he's gone now. Miss Kate said in a sad voice. - Would you care for a drink? Madame asked. - I'm dying for some cold juice. You outraced me with the bicycle, but remember I won the bet. And this time dear, you'll fix the drink yourself! She added laughingly. - Come on Kate, be a sportswoman! Madame complained. - Sorry Sam, I was just teasing you. you know I love you! I heard Madame standing up. She would open the kitchen door in a few moments. I still had time to unlock the back door and disappear. I must think quick, I said to myself. No time to loose. I jumped to action. I was absolutely certain now I did the right thing. Madame was wrong, after all. She was wrong for the first time since I met her. And maybe the last... She entered the kitchen... She was very surprised, I could feel it, though I couldn't actually see it from my position. I was lying on my belly on the floor, hands and legs spread wide. - Good evening Madame! Your wish is my command! I said in a soft obedient voice. She came closer to me. I could see her shoes now, next to my face. I could even see her white athletic socks, wrapped around her shapely calves. She stood there for some time, not saying anything. But I could feel we were talking in our minds. We were signing a mutual contract in life. A contract stating that I was to be her slave for ever, while she was to be my Mistress for as long as she liked. I could hardly keep my tears of joy and fulfillment. I had a feeling she was shaking a little. Maybe I was wrong... - Is everything OK, Sam? Miss Kate asked from the living room. Madame regained total control now. She faced the living room door and placed her left Nike on my neck, like a successful hunter on a rare kill. It was the closing stage of our mutual contract. I was her property now, on my own last free will. She had total control over me. I chose her way. I was her slave now, she was my absolute Mistress...I would never be a free man any more... - Kate, could you come here for a moment please? She finally spoke. Her voice was steady, somehow triumphant. I heard Miss Kate coming in. - What the ... she stopped speechless. - I think you owe me some money, sister! Madame said with an excited voice full of satisfaction. Miss Kate entered the room and accidentally stepped on my left hand. She didn't withdraw her foot though. Maybe she did it on purpose. I'll never know. I was in great pain and agony now. Madame was pressing my neck with her foot, while Miss Kate was putting all the weight she could on my hand. But I didn't say a word. I was committed to my new and final position. I had to learn to live with it. - I'll be damned! Miss Kate said. He's actually here... Anyway, her mood changed now. I'm sure he'll live to regret it. What about our drinks, Sam dear? - My slave will attend to it! Madame said joyfully. Slave, Madame looked down at me. Serve us some cold fruit juice. We'll be in the living room. They both left, laughing and talking. I stood up, washed my hands and prepared the drinks. Soon I was entering the living room and placed the dish on the sofa. The two women were sitting on the couch. I then knelt in front of my Madame, waiting orders. Madame extended her feet towards me and went on with the conversation. I knew what was required of me. I kissed the tips of her shoes and unlaced her Nikes. I carefully pulled them off, revealing her sweaty socks. Again I kissed the tips of her smelly socks, before gently pulling them off. Her toes were wet, but still ever so beautiful. I gave each one a soft kiss, inhaling the strong acid smell. I put her socks aside. - May I wash your feet, Madame? I humbly asked. She totally ignored me, apart from a slight movement of her right foot, a sign to start from there. I took her big toe in my mouth and she rest her left foot on my shoulder. I gently started sucking her toe, using my mouth to clean in between. Her feet had a salty strong taste, but I was used to it by now. I could actually distinguish it between hundreds of feet. That was the idea of the "game" a couple of days ago, I thought happily. I carefully cleaned her toes, eating away cotton sweaty particles stuck from her socks. I was so keen in my duties, I didn't even notice what they were saying. Why should I? I was there to serve Madame. Nothing was more important than this. I went on carefully cleaning Madame's foot, smelling it from time to time, to make sure that the odor had gone. When I was sure I finished, I started kissing her toes, a usual gesture to show that I had finished. She simply swapped feet, resting her clean one on my shoulder. After some time, her left foot was also properly washed and I started kissing it. - Fetch my slippers slave! I rushed upstairs and came back with her slippers. I knelt in front of her feet. I kissed them once more and put her slippers on, kissing the tips as I finished. - Kate is waiting, slave! Madame said. Her feet need your attention too. I knelt in front of Miss Kate and kissed her already extended feet. I unlaced her shoes and carefully pulled them off. Her socks had a strong smell too, but different from Madame's. The "game" I thought again. I kissed the tips of her socks and gently pulled them off. I then went on with cleaning Miss Kate's beautiful feet. Cleaning Madame's and Miss Kate's feet was the best dinner I had for today. It was also my only dinner. But I didn't bother. Soon enough I was kissing Miss Kate's feet, to show that I had finished. - You forgot my socks! Miss Kate said. She bent down and stuffed her sweaty socks in my mouth. She then pushed me on the ground, ordering to lie down face up. I could never believe that my mouth was able of accommodating a pair of sweaty socks. But then I was always learning. - Do your laundry! Miss Kate said and rest her feet on my face. Madame was only too happy to rest her feet on my chest. They went on with their conversation paying no attention to me. I was cleaning Miss Kate's socks in my mouth, acting as their foot carpet at the same time. After some time, Miss Kate opened my mouth with her big toe. Using her delicate toes, she pulled her socks from my mouth. I felt relieved. - Samantha dear, my laundry is finished. Do you want to do yours? - Why not, Madame said laughing, as she stuffed her socks into my mouth. Don't forget to close the door, Madame joked and they both laughed. - Of course dear, Miss Kate said as she closed my mouth with her naked soles, resting her feet on my face. Madame decided to use my belly for her foot rest. Her feet sank heavily onto my stomach. But that was OK, if that was what Madame wished. - Why don't you use your hands to massage my feet while you're down there? Miss Kate suggested. - Well Kate, Madame laughed. You surely know how to get the best service out of him! - Why not Sam! He's here to serve us. We don't want him to get lazy, do we? They both smiled and went on talking as I started massaging Miss Kate feet. What else they could think? I as left lying there, my mouth full of socks, massaging Miss Kate's feet, while Madame's feet rest on my stomach. - I could do with a massage, Madame said. Slave, why don't you use your stomach to give my feet a massage, since your hands are occupied? I tried to do my best, pushing my stomach up and down, moving my waist left to right, to give Madame's soles a kind of massage. That was as much as I could do. After some time, Miss Kate removed Madame's socks from my mouth, using her feet. - Now you can use your tongue as well, to massage my soles, foot slave! Miss Kate ordered and put her naked feet back on my face I was really exhausted by now, but I did my best not to show it. My only purpose was to keep Madame satisfied. - Kate, I could do with some sleep. I'm really tired. - Me too, she agreed. I'd better get going. - Why not stay here then? I can take you to your office tomorrow morning. You can sleep in the guest room. - Do you mind if I sleep on the couch? I'm too tired to move. - Not at all, Madame said. Slippers slave! I moved to Madame's feet, kissed them and put her slippers on. She stood up. - Good night Kate, sleep well. Madame wished. - Good night sister... Do you mind if I keep him for some time? She said pointing down at me. - Not at all love. I'll send him back as soon as possible. Goodnight. Madame went to her room. I followed her obediently. I helped her undressed and she sat on her bed to receive her usual good night worship. Again I took her feet in my hands, kissing them softly. - Your humble slave bids you good night! I said. - Go downstairs to see what Kate wants, she ordered pushing me away with her feet. I quietly left her room closing the door behind. I went downstairs and knelt in front of Miss Kate. She was already lying on the couch, half asleep. - What are your orders Miss Kate? I asked in a low voice. She offered me her naked feet. I kissed them obediently. - Massage my feet, slave keep them warm. And keep them company too. They hate sleeping alone. She said and closed her eyes. I sat cross legged by the couch and took her beautiful feet on my lap. I started massaging her tender feet, kissing her toes at the same time. Soon enough I could feel she was fast asleep. Her feet felt heavy on my lap. But I went on with my duty, massaging and kissing Miss Kate divine feet.. It was all clear to me now. I was feeling tired but very calm and satisfied. This day was the most important day of my life. I had made the right decision. My destiny was crystal clear now. I was to become Madame's dedicated, obedient, trustworthy slave. My place was at her feet, waiting for her hand and foot. I was to obey her orders blindly, without any hesitation or doubt. Worshipping Miss Kate's feet while she's sleeping, was simply obeying Madame's orders. My only purpose in life would be to keep Madame satisfied, I thought and caught myself smiling. If Madame wants a slave, then she's found one. The best one, I thought with pride. Yes it was a good day, after all. Tomorrow is the beginning of a new week in my new life... I looked at Miss Kate's feet. How beautiful they looked resting in my hands! How inviting! I started kissing them softly, using my breath to keep them warm Soon I was fast asleep, holding Miss Kate's feet in my hands, pressing my lips on her toes... Car Accident Ch. 09 9th Day "Heavy Duties" It was beginning to dawn when I woke up, by a light push on my head. It took me some time to realize where I was and why I was there. As I was coming to my senses, I remembered that last night I didn't go to bed. As my vision cleared, I saw Miss Kate still sleeping on the couch. Her right foot was under my chin, while the left one rest on my head. I was in a way clasped between her beautiful feet. I was feeling stiff from the awkward position I was during the night. Very carefully I pulled my head, holding her feet with my hands, in case I woke her up. She slightly turned her body, now lying on her back. Her feet were hanging out of the couch. Luckily she was still fast asleep. Moving closer, I put my hands under her calves, supporting her feet. It was a bit cold in the living room, so I thought I'd use my breath to keep her beautiful feet warm. I must have been there, keeping Miss Kate's feet warm, for almost an hour. During this time, I had the opportunity to examine them closely... A female foot is such a beautiful thing to see!. Even better when the owner is asleep and her feet are totally relaxed, revealing all her splendor. It's got an idea of power by itself. It's full of well formed curves, harmonically joined together. There's no straight line on a female foot, maybe that's the beauty of it. If you try to follow any curve with your eyes, you only find out that it's a perfect shape. The way the toes curve a little upwards, then downwards, making little hills, ready to be conquered by your kisses. The way the big toe stands at a different level than the rest, when looked from the side, as if to remind of its importance. The way the toenails face you playfully, inviting you in their company. The way the wrinkles on the soles form tiny rivers of passion, to be followed by your willing tongue. The way the heels are shaped, making a perfect match for your hands to support them. The way the ankles point to the sides, presenting themselves as gate keepers of the foot region, reminding you not to go any further up, no need anyway. All that you'll ever need is below them A female foot is so fragile, so inviting. It always has a particular scent. Even the cleanest one. A smell that you don't always feel with your nose, but sometimes with your mind. It's always there for people willing to feel it. It also has a aura around it. You only feel it when you are almost touching it with your lips. If you stop there, you can always feel this aura, especially near the toes. Sometimes as a warm wave of air emanating from the skin, sometimes as a kind of force field pulling you towards it. When you realize all these, then you can go on understanding their unspoken language. They do speak to you, in their own special demanding way: "touch me", "fondle me", "caress me", "kiss me", "lick me", "love me"... A dog barked outside, waking me up from my daydreaming, reminding me of the new day to come. I must prepare breakfast for Madame and her sister, I thought. Very carefully I let Miss Kate's feet rest on the couch and stood up. Without making any noise, I put her shoes and socks aside and went to the kitchen to tide things up and prepare breakfast. I also drank a glass of cold fresh milk. I needed that. I then went upstairs to fetch a pair of slippers for Miss Kate, in case she needs them. I also went to my room and placed my collar around my neck. I thought of it as a gesture to Madame, to show her my true submission to her. I then rushed to my small bathroom to make myself presentable for my daily duties. When everything was in order, I came back to the living room and sat cross legged near Miss Kate's feet. If she wakes up first, then it's proper to see me where she left me last night, I thought. If Madame wakes up, she'll ring the bell and I'll go upstairs. I went on warming her shapely feet with my breath. She finally woke up, stretching her body, her soles now touching my face. - Good morning Miss Kate, I softly said kissing her soles gently. She spread her toes apart, to look at me through the small gaps in between. - Is Sam awake? she finally asked. - No, Miss Kate. Madame is still asleep. Would you like your breakfast to be served here? - No, I'll wait my sister, she said lazily. She started playing with my nose, squeezing it between the toes of her right foot. She then pressed her soles on my face. - Kiss my soles, slave, she ordered. I did as I was told. As I was kissing her velvet soles, she started talking - You really puzzled me, yesterday, you know. I was sure you went away. I had bet on this and I lost. Why didn't you go? - I'm not sure Miss Kate, I answered. Maybe because I finally understood that serving Madame is my destiny in life. - Don't be so pompous, you silly worm! I'll never understand you. You call yourself a man, but still you are at my feet, kissing my soles, licking my dirt, ready to obey anything I say. Why? - I'm here under Madame's orders Miss Kate, I firmly replied. - Yes, Madame's orders, she repeated in an absentminded voice. Lick my toes, slave. I started sucking her tasty toes. She bent towards me and slapped me hard on the face. -I told you to lick my toes, you stupid. Not suck them! don't you know the difference? She asked in an angry voice. Now try to lick them. she lied down on the couch again, offering me her toes. I carefully started licking her toes, using my tongue, being very careful not to suck at all. - That's better, she said calmly. Since you decided to become my sister's slave, I'm going to help with your training. Some day you'll be grateful. - Thank you very much Miss Kate, I said. - Don't stop licking slave! I didn't tell you to stop. I licked her toes for some time, while she was watching me carefully. - I was right about you yesterday. You are indeed in a very low position. You stand below the dirt of my soles. Do you realize how high you should feel just because I let you lick my toes? - I do Miss Kate. It's a great honor for me to be allowed to touch your divine toes. I'm afraid I won't be able to pay you back the honor, though. You see, I'm just a humble slave now. - Indeed you are! She said confirming my statement. Dry then with your breath now! She ordered. I did as I was told. Finally she sat up. I knelt in front of her to put her slippers on. She waited for me to finish kissing the tips of the slippers and she went to the bathroom upstairs. The bedroom bell rang. I quickly went upstairs and knocked gently at Madame's bedroom door. - Come in. I entered her room. She was still in bed. As beautiful as ever! - Good morning Madame! Your wish is my command. I said. Do you wish to have breakfast in bed as usual? I asked. - Is Kate still sleeping? - No, Madame, Miss Kate is awake. - Then I'll come downstairs. She stood up I rushed by the bed, just in time to put my hands for her feet to rest. I gave her the usual morning worship by kissing her feet. She waited for me to finish. I was so happy I was in her service! - May I say something Madame? - Yes, you may, slave! - ... I just wanted to tell you that I'm really proud to be your slave! - I know, she said smiling. She nodded me to put her slippers on. I put them on, kissing the tips at the end. She stood up and went to the bathroom. I quickly went downstairs to serve breakfast. Miss Kate was already sitting, waiting. I went to the kitchen and came back with the breakfast dishes. I put them on the sofa, and knelt by the side, waiting orders. Madame came down. She had just taken a quick shower. - Good morning Kate, she said. Did you sleep well? - Good morning Sam. I'm fine. Madame sat next to her sister, ordering me to come closer. - My feet are wet, slave. Dry them! I immediately understood what I was to do. I sat cross legged in front of Madame and carefully removed her slippers. I took her beautiful feet in my hands and kissed them obediently. I then started blowing warm air softly at her toes. Very gently I separated her toes, to blow in between, until I was sure there was no moisture left. They began talking about the day to come, totally ignoring my presence at their feet, only interrupting to ask for more coffee or juice. I served them promptly, assuming my position at the end, drying Madame's feet with my breath. Madame asked Miss Kate if she cared to take a bath, but she told her that she'd rather take it at her place, since she didn't have any clothes to change. They decided to go together to Miss Kate's place and then go to the bank, where Madame was to settle the money transfer. Miss Kate was going to send her secretary sometime later in the morning to pick her bike up. She also asked if it was OK for Clara to have some fun with me and Madame agreed somewhat reluctantly though. When they finished breakfast, Madame addressed me. - Pick everything up and take it to the kitchen. Come back quick. I kissed her feet again and put her slippers on. I took the dishes to the kitchen and came back, kneeling in front of my Madame, waiting orders. - Your wish is my command, Madame! I eagerly said. - Help my sister with her shoes and come upstairs to help me dress. Madame stood up and went to her room while I took Miss Kate's mouth cleaned socks and shoes and knelt in front of her. She offered me her right foot. I took it gently in my hands and kissed each one of her toes softly. I then put her sock on, placing a last kiss on her foot. She offered me her left foot and I repeated the process. I then put her shoes on, kissing the tips at the end. - Thank you very much Miss Kate for giving me the privilege to serve you! - You'd better go upstairs, slave. I don't want to be late. She said and pushed me away, almost kicking me with her feet. I went upstairs, to Madame's room. She was already dressed, sitting on the easy chair, fixing her hair, still wearing her slippers. She had chosen a pair of red pumps, waiting by her feet. I bowed down to the floor and kissed the tips of her slippers in total submission, before pulling them off to reveal her beautiful feet. I kissed her toes obediently - Does Madame wish to wear stockings? I asked. - No, Madame said. It's nice and warm outside. I put her shoes on, and kissed the tips at the end. - Thank you very much Madame for allowing me to serve you! I said in a soft voice. - I'll be back in the afternoon. I prefer something light for dinner. By the way, if Clara comes, the bike is in the back garage. And behave yourself. Do anything she asks but be careful. You are my personal slave, not a public one. I don't know why Kate is so keen keeping Clara happy but I'm sure she's got her reasons. Don't let me down! - Of course Madame! I firmly said. You can rely on me. - Rely on you? she asked astonished. How funny! She stood up. - Make sure everything is in order when I come back. ... Nice collar, she remarked, smiling. She took her bag and rushed downstairs. I heard the front door opening and closing again. I was home alone now. No time to waste, I thought. Too many things to do. I started with Madame's bedroom. I did her bed and cleaned the room. I then went around the house, cleaning, sweeping, washing, making sure that everything was in order. Finally I went to the kitchen, where I cleaned the dishes and made preparations for Madame's dinner. I decided to make roast beef with boiled pees, salad and an apple pie. I started with the pie, leaving the rest for later, so that Madame enjoys them fresh and warm. It was around noon, when the pie was almost ready in the oven and the door bell rang. I went to the front door, still wearing my kitchen apron. I opened the door. - Good day, Miss Clara! I was expecting you. She laughed at me. - Nice outfit! She finally said, looking at my collar feeling a little awkward. I came to pick Kate's bicycle. - Do come in, Miss Clara. I lead her to the living room. She sat on the couch. - Would you care something to drink? - A glass of water would be fine. What's that wonderful smell? - I'm making an apple pie for Madame. But it's not ready yet, I'm afraid. - Don't bother, I'll be off soon. - If you'll excuse me, I'll go to the kitchen for a while. I went to the kitchen to fetch her a glass of water. I had a look at the apple pie. It was nicely baked, having a brownish color. I switched the oven off and took the pie out. "Madame will be pleased", I thought with pride. I placed a cover on top of it took my apron off and went back to the living room to give Miss Clara the water she asked. I offered her the glass and stood by her waiting, keeping my eyes low. - That was nice, she said and left the glass on the sofa. So how's life? She asked, trying to start a kind of conversation. - It's all right, Miss Clara, I replied. - You keep busy? - I have a lot of things to attend to, Miss Clara. - ... I was wondering, could you do a little favor to me? - Of course, Miss Clara. Madame instructed me to do anything you say. I'm only here to obey, as you already know. My last words took away all her inhibitions. She started talking again. - Well, since you put it this way ... I actually have some time to spare ... So I thought, maybe you could give me one of your special treatments, like the day before ... I found her quite hesitant, without the presence of Miss Kate. That's why she'll always be just a secretary, I thought. But I decided to help her. Anyway Madame told me to be careful and obedient... - I recall cleaning your feet, Miss Clara. Is this what you wish me to do? - Well, yes. That's it. Clean my feet as you did before. I really enjoyed it you know. - Certainly Miss Clara! I said and knelt before her. She extended her sandaled feet. I kissed the tips of her shoes and carefully removed them. She had beautiful feet, but as I said before she could do with a pedicure. Her toes were already dirty (and a bit smelly). I gave each one a soft kiss and was ready to start my job. - May I have the honor of cleaning your beautiful feet Miss Clara? - Yes, you may go on! She said, watching me carefully. I gently took her left foot in my hands. I started with her big toe, by putting it in my mouth, sucking away any dirt, using my well trained tongue to wash away any grit underneath her nails. Soon enough her big toe was properly cleaned. I went on with the rest of her toes, taking each one in my mouth, sucking and licking away the foot dirt and aroma. When I finished, I went on licking her soles, using long strokes with my tongue. Lifting her foot a bit higher, I started working on her left heel, first by licking it thoroughly, to ease away the dirt and then by using my teeth, to remove any stains still on her skin. Finally I worked on the upper part, finishing off by licking her shapely ankles. When I finished, I kissed her toes softly, asking for permission to go on with her other foot. She examined her washed foot carefully, to make sure that it was properly cleaned, before offering me her right foot. This time, she crossed her right leg over the other one, leaving her right foot dangling in mid air. I understood that I was to move around this time, to clean her foot. As before I started with her toes, doing my best to properly wash them. I then went on with her sole. I didn't dare asking her to move her foot, so I put my head underneath, and turning it upwards started licking her dirty sole. It was difficult in the beginning, but I got the idea after a while. She giggled a little when I worked on her heel, but she didn't react badly. In fact she didn't say a word during the whole act, as if totally ignoring me. I could feel that she was watching me though, enjoying every moment with me at her feet. When I finally finished, I kissed her foot gently. - May I say that I finished, Miss Clara? Again she examined her foot and when she was satisfied, she said: - Very well. I like it. My feet feel fresh and clean now. But I wouldn't say the same about your mouth! She joked mockingly. - Is there anything else you wish, Miss Clara? I asked, trying to ignore her last remark. - Yes, she said really excited now. I want you to lie down next to my feet, face up. I want to see if you can be of any other use apart from a foot licker. - Certainly Miss Clara! I promptly said and took my position. - No, not this way, she said. Your feet spread apart touching the couch, your head away. I took the correct position according to her orders. I was now lying down at right angles to the couch, facing up. She stood up and walked close to my belly on my right side. - You'd better tight those muscles, or else you'll be in trouble. She said and placed her left foot on my belly. I tensed my belly muscles just in time, as she actually put all her body weight on her left foot, raising the other from the ground momentarily. God it hurt! She actually started walking on my body, towards my chest, stepping on my body with her left foot. When she reached my chest she stopped. With a final step she landed her left foot on my face, twisting it, grinding my nose and lips with her sole. - Not bad for a beginning! She remarked, pushing her left sole harder on my face. Suddenly she raised her left foot and turning to the left she placed it on my chest, while raising her right foot from the ground and landing it heavily on my head. The motion of her right foot caused my head to turn sideways, offering my ear as a foot stool. At least it didn't hurt as much as before, but still I was in great agony. I could hardly breath. Now she was standing on me in her full weight, her left foot resting on my chest, her right on my turned head, keeping her balance as a ballerina. I raised my hands and grasped her calves trying to help Miss Clara keep her balance. As long as she didn't move I could tolerate the pain. And I could get some air through my earlier squashed mouth. - Yes, she said excitingly.. I really like that. I totally have you under my power and will, under my very soles. That's fantastic! I couldn't see her from my position, but I could feel her weight through my chest and head. My head was aching, and I could hardly breath, since my chest was pressed under her left foot. But I did my best to withstand the torment for the shake of Madame. I was here under Madame's orders. I gad to comply. She stood there for quite some time. Suddenly she stepped down. She placed her left foot toes on my lips. I started kissing them. - I have to get going, she said. Kate wants me back. But I'll make sure I have you available some other time. She sat on the couch and nodded me to put her sandals on. I knelt in front of her and kissed her toes one last time. I then very carefully put her sandals on, kissing the tips at the end. - Bring the bicycle to my car. She said and stood up. I rushed to the front door to open it for her and went to the back garage to bring Miss Kate's bicycle. I placed it in the trunk of Miss Clara's car. - Have a nice afternoon, Miss Clara! I said. - Nice collar, she said laughing and quickly drove away. I went back to the house. It was now half past three in the afternoon. I tied everything up, prepared the rest of Madame's dinner and took a quick shower upstairs, to make myself ready for Madame. I also prepared Madame's bathroom, in case she wished to take a bath. I then took Madame's slippers down to the living room and placed them by the couch. Dinner was prepared, so the only thing to do was to wait. I was so humiliated by Miss Clara! "So what!" I told to myself. "You're a slave now. That your position. And there is no way back". I was so tired, and in great pain, after all this trampling. Car Accident Ch. 09 Finally I heard Madame's car approaching. I rushed to the door and assumed my kneeling position, waiting for her entrance. When the door opened, I bowed down to the ground and kissed Madame's red pumps. She gave me a friendly kick on the face. - Good afternoon Madame! Your wish is my command! I eagerly said. - Hi slave! She said and quickly went towards the couch. I waited for her to get comfortable and knelt in front of her divine feet. She lazily offered me her feet and I kissed her red pumps, before gently pulling them off. Her feet had this familiar smell, Madame's smell, that I could now distinguish among many others. Taking her feet in my hands I softly kissed each one of her beautiful toes and quietly asked. - What is your wish, Madame? - Massage my feet, slave. They are so tired! I sat cross legged in front of her. She placed her feet on my lap. I started massaging her feet, gently pulling each toe, to relieve the stress. I was so careful not to cause any discomfort to Madame. As I was working at her feet, she asked me: - Did Clara come to pick the bike? - Yes Madame, she came around noon. - Did she stay long? - About three hours, Madame... Madame wanted to know all the details about Miss Clara's visit. I was only too eager to comply. She was carefully listening, asking me to fill any details, if needed. She ordered me to describe every moment of Miss Clara's visit. I was answering her questions, still massaging her feet, throwing gentle kisses on her toes from time to time. When I finished my report, she said: - So Clara was quite demanding, she said meaningfully. - I was only trying to obey your orders, Madame. I'm sorry if I offended you. - It's OK. I was the one to tell you to keep her happy anyway. But she must understand that you are not a house slave. You are MY slave. Anyway, I'll clear things up next time I meet her. - Thank you ever so much for your kindness, Madame! I sincerely said. - And what an idea to use you as a human carpet! She laughed. People are so imaginative these days, she added. In fact an idea just came to my mind. Clara was right in a way. A slave is not only a servant. A slave can be anything his mistress wishes. Even a piece of furniture. I want to try something. Bring me the remote control and lie down, face up, your feet touching the edge of the couch. Her voice was excited. I brought her the remote control and assumed my position as ordered. She switched the TV on and instructed me: - Now, I want you to pull your feet towards your body, raise your knees, feet still on the ground. I did as I was told and she stood up. She came next to me and sat on my belly, resting her back on my raised knees. She lazily stretched her left leg to one side on my head, while she planted her right foot on my face. Her sole covered most of my face, her heel resting on my lips. - Now raise your arms and turn your palms outwards, facing up. And hold still! As soon as I raised my arms, she rest her hands on my palms. Now I got the idea! Madame turned me into a human arm chair! My legs supported her back, my hands became her arm rest, while my face was her foot stool! Madame was so intuitive! Madame was so clever! I could smell her sole through my squashed nose, breathing her foot aroma. - What do you think, slave? She asked, raising her foot from my face. - I'm so happy to please you Madame! I said choking air. I'm here to obey. - Indeed you are! She agreed and planted her right foot heavily on my face again. By the way, while you're down there, why don't you lick my heel. It's a kind of massage and anyway my feet need cleaning. Start doing your duties I opened my mouth, and her heel almost entered it through the weight of the foot. I sucked as much as I could, using my tongue to support her heel and give it a soft massage. Madame had so tasty feet! After some time, she started slightly moving her foot back and forth on my face, giving me the opportunity to lick her sole from heel to toes. She then changed feet, offering me her left foot for relax- licking. She totally ignored me watching TV. She finally said: - You make a comfortable arm chair, slave! She laughed. I wonder what else can you be for me. I never had a chair lick my feet before! She joked. She then moved her arms from my supporting hands and put both her feet on my face, ordering me to massage them while I was licking her heels. She sat there watching TV for almost half an hour, during which I was her arm chair and relax foot licker. She didn't pay any attention to me, actually treating me as a piece of furniture. I was in great agony, trying to breath with Madame sitting on my belly, her feet on my face. But I was really happy I was able to keep her satisfied. That's all I wanted. Finally she stood up and sat on the couch. - You make a nice arm chair, slave! But I really need something to eat and go to sleep. I'm so tired! - Certainly Madame! I eagerly replied and crawled to her feet, kneeling in front of her waiting orders. - I'll have my dinner now. She said I rushed to the kitchen and put her dinner on a dish, and came back to server her. She was now sitting by the dinner table, waiting. I served her dinner, poured her some wine and patiently waited kneeling by her feet. - Why don't you clean my feet while I'm eating. I'm so tired, I want to go to sleep as soon as possible. - Of course Madame! I replied. I went underneath the table, in front of her feet. As usually, I took her feet in my hands and placed many kisses on them, to show her my obedience and total submission. I then started licking her feet clean, staring from her divine toes, going on to the soles, the heels, finishing up with her shapely ankles. I was now devouring her foot taste, smelling every part of her foot, making sure it was properly cleaned. My mouth tasted so familiar by now. - You lick my feet nicely, Madame remarked. I think you are really dedicated to your duties and myself. Maybe sometime I'll let you even kiss my knees. But not yet. You have a long way to go, slave! She added. - Thank you very much Madame for your concern! I politely said. It's the greatest honor for me to be allowed to attend to your divine feet. I'll always be your humble slave. Your wish is my command, Madame! I added and kissed her feet again. - Don't stop now! I like you kissing my feet. It makes me feel so powerful! And it makes you so insignificant! Kiss my feet slave, until I tell you to stop. She said and presented me with her stretched toes. I did as I was told, continually kissing her beautiful feet, as Madame had her dinner. Her pink painted toenails, now properly cleaned, were so shiny and inviting. My lips kept pressing her soft skin, placing countless kisses on her feet. Madame didn't say anything. She was only pointing down from time to time, showing me the part of her foot I was to kiss. When she finished dinner, she went back to the living room to watch TV, ordering me to follow. She sat on the couch, pointing at her feet. I eagerly dropped to my knees, took them in my hands again and went on kissing. It was almost midnight, when she ordered me to stop and put her slippers on. I was then ordered to follow her upstairs to her bedroom. I helped her undress, without letting me see her naked (as always) and she sat on the side of the bed, waiting for her good night worship. As usual, I removed her slippers and placed my hands as foot mats, while I started kissing her feet again. - I'm your humble slave Madame! Your wish is my command! I was saying between kisses. She placed her left foot on my head, while leaving me with her right for kissing. Finally she pushed me away with both her feet, making me loose my balance and momentarily falling to the floor. - Now go, slave! I wish to sleep. She said and lied down under the bed sheets. - Your humble slave bids you goodnight Madame! I said and quietly left her room, closing the door behind me. I went downstairs to collect the dishes, have something to eat and clean the kitchen. When everything was in order, I went to the living room and picked Madame's shoes. I went upstairs, put her shoes in place and went to my room to get some rest. I undresses and lied down. Today was a busy day, I thought. I learnt so many things. I was so tired, but satisfied at the same time. My whole body was aching but I didn't mind. Somehow I was to learn to live with pain. It was part of my work as Madame's slave. No time to think. I said to my self. Time to get some rest. I really needed it. Tomorrow was surely going to be another busy day... Car Accident Ch. 10 10th Day "Proper Training" I was just in time outside Madame's room with her breakfast dish, clean and shaven, when she rang the bell. Wishing that I hadn't forgotten anything, I knocked at the door and entered her room. - Good morning Madame, I quietly said and placed the dish on her bed, assuming my kneeling position. She totally ignored me; she was talking on the phone with someone. - All right Kate, let's give it a try... - Today? No need to be so impatient, I think ... - OK, after all you're paying... - what's her name again? ... - Ten o'clock? Right, I'll be here to meet her. Don't forget lunch at "Granny's". See you there ... Somehow I had a feeling that I was to be involved in this phone. But I didn't know how. I stood there quiet kneeling by the bed, waiting orders. Madame finished her breakfast without talking. Strange, I thought. She seemed in a good mood. Is there a storm coming? Finally she noticed my presence. - Kate took it really seriously with your training. She's investing on you, slave. She's sending an instructor to train you properly. She'll be here in an hour, she added, carefully watching my reactions. I tried not to show anything, although I was taken by surprise. An instructor? What kind of instructor? The game is turning serious now. 'Come on' I said to myself. It got serious the very moment you met this woman. How more serious can it be? Properly trained? What do they mean by that? Something was going wrong here and I was about to be an important part of it. - I'm only here to obey, Madame! I carefully whispered. - Indeed you are, she remarked meaningfully. Let's get going, not much time left. As usual, I was in place to receive Madame's feet on my hands when she sat up. I gave her the usual morning worship, softly kissing her toes, while she spread them to ease the night dumbness. -No need to help me dress. Go down and make sure everything is in order, before she comes, she ordered pushing me away with her feet. - Your wish is my command Madame! I put her slippers on, took the dish and rushed downstairs. I made some more coffee and prepared some orange juice, just in case. I cleaned the morning mess. I was still wearing a kitchen apron when the door bell rang. I took it off an rushed to the door. Madame was already sitting in the living room, on her favorite sofa. I opened the door. A young woman was standing in front of me in her late twenties, carrying a small suitcase. She looked at me, almost piercing me with her stare. I felt like she was examining me with a natural X-ray system. -Good morning ... I stumbled. - Is Miss Smith in? she asked in a perfectly cold voice. - Is she expecting you? I managed to ask. - I do hope so! She added impatiently. - Do come in Miss ... She almost pushed me away, entering the house. I helped her with her coat, revealing a well proportioned body dressed in a black leather mini skirt. - Good morning Miss Smith. I'm Jennifer, Jennifer Stanton. Your sister said you'd be waiting. - Ah, yes, good morning Jennifer. Please sit down. Would you care for some coffee? - No thank you. I just had some at home. Is he ... she turned her head staring at me. - Yes he is, Madame said. I almost felt a sense of pride in her voice. - Can we talk in private? She asked - Of course! Chris, go upstairs and make my bedroom. Take your time. I call you when I need you. - Certainly Madame! I quietly disappeared and went upstairs to make her room. I was really worried now. What was going on? What was going to happen to me? Why all this mysticism? I felt that the ground was slowly giving up on me. I had this feeling before, but I was so confused, I couldn't remember. Maybe I was just beginning to realize the implications of my decision to become Madame's devoted slave. And it hurt. I felt so insecure! What was to become of me? Yes I was frightened. Somehow I was receiving the side effects of my life's decision. I was scared... I couldn't tell how much time passed before I heard Madame calling. Trying to put myself together, I rushed downstairs and stood by her, keeping my head down. - Yes Madame? I whispered. - Jennifer here will be your instructor for a few days. She's a professional trainer, as she explained. She'll be coming for a couple of hours every morning to help you become better. No need to say that you are to OBEY EVERYTHING SHE ORDERS. She stressed her last words really carefully. - Certainly Madame! I managed to say. Miss Jennifer didn't say a word, but I could feel she was examining me closely, with her X-ray look. I could sense her cold stare all over me. - OK then. I'm off. I'll be back in the afternoon. Don't disappoint me! She said and stood up. I knelt down at her feet and repeatedly kissed the tips of her shoes. - Your Wish is my command! - Nice shoes. Jennifer remarked. May I see them? - Certainly dear, Madame said and went closer. Miss Jennifer looked at Madame's shoes. She then took out a paper tissue out her bag and handed it over to me. - Clean the tips! She said. Using the tissue I carefully cleaned Madame's shoes, while she waited standing. I was really confused now. Madame's shoes were clean. I always made sure of that. What was going on? - No kiss for now! Miss Jennifer told me when I finished. - See you tomorrow Jennifer, Madame said, a bit puzzled herself. - See you Sam, Jennifer added. - You can reach me on my cellular, if needed. Bye! Soon Madame was gone and I was left there, still kneeling on the floor, holding the paper tissue. I heard something opening, but wouldn't dare to look up. Then a pair of black leather boots came close to my face. She pulled my face up using a stick. I could see her face looking down at me, showing no emotion whatsoever. I just realized that she was holding a small riding crop. - Look now, she finally spoke in a perfectly balanced voice. I don't care what you think of your owner, or even what you think of me. I have nothing against you. My job is to teach you to become better for your owner's sake. It was funny the way she spoke of me as being someone's property. It took me by surprise. But after all isn't that's all about? Yes. But still, coming from a stranger, it really hurt my pride, or at least what's left of it. She carefully addressed Madame as my owner. Maybe she was really a professional in her own way. - Whatever you say, Miss Jennifer! I managed to say. - Your job here, she started, is to keep your owner satisfied, in any way she likes. And my job is to make sure that you know how to do it! You'll learn to do things my way, just because I say so. Don't bother asking why, probably you wouldn't understand, and even if you did, it wouldn't help you anyway. With my guidance you'll become a useful asset to your owner. She started pacing back and forth, the crop still in her hands. - Contact! She finally said. We'll begin with contact. When you contact your owner, when you touch her, every detail counts. You are not to disturb her, not to annoy her in any way. You are to serve her. Best slave is the one that goes on unnoticed by his owner. Satisfying her needs, without disturbing her with his presence. Discreet Contact! Funny I thought, first time she used the word 'slave'. Next thing, she'll ask me to call her Madame. Maybe she's predictable after all. - Let's start with basic rules for now. You may call me 'Madame' (Bingo!) I got her here! Maybe I should explain that the only person I call 'Madame' is my Mistress. - But I'm ... Down goes the first strike on my face with the crop. It really burnt! - Yes Madame! - Good. Now it's time to learn some basic vocabulary. 'Submit' a word that doesn't really need to be spoken. You have to understand your owner's needs, to be ready to fulfill her request. You often submit to your owner. More often, if she says the word, it only means that you're late. You have to figure out by yourself when to submit. Sometimes it's just a nod of her head or even a certain movement or gesture. Safe rule: if in doubt, submit. The punishment, if any, will be lighter if you do while you shouldn't than if you didn't while you should. Every owner has her own ways to enjoy her slave's submission. In your case, your owner likes to submit by kissing her feet, naked or not. Straight and simple. She sat on the sofa, at Madame's favorite seat, crossing her legs, left foot over the right. - Submit! Not wasting any time, I rushed in front of her, knelt and kissed the tip of her right leather boot. I still remembered the rehearsals with Madame, some days ago. She pushed me away with her left foot and struck me with the crop again. - You made the same mistake twice, she coldly said. Your lips stained my boot. You never wet-kiss a shoe, because you stain it. I didn't ask you to wash it, just kiss it. You see the difference? Use a dry kiss! She handed me a tissue - Clean it! I took the tissue and carefully wiped the tip of her boot clean. - I'm sorry Madame! It won't happen again. - Submit! I carefully bowed down and pulling my lips inwards I kissed the tip of her right boot once. God! Please make this a dry kiss! She examined her boot. - Submit! I repeated the process and kissed her boot. - Simple isn't it? We'll keep all things simple. Remember that! She added meaningfully. - What are you? - I'm a slave Madame! She struck be on my back. - A slave is nothing without an owner! What are you? She asked again. - I'm Your slave Madame! I said, understanding now the use of the word 'owner'. - Good! She patted me with the crop. - We'll come back to means of contact later. Now let's talk about 'Level'. If your owner has to raise her eyes to see your face, it only means you are at the wrong level. If you are within her vicinity and has visual contact with you, your face must be at a lower level than her eyes. The rule is simple: she either lowers her sight to look at you or doesn't see you at all. She switched the TV on. - Bring me an orange juice. - Yes Madame! Very carefully I stepped back not raising my body from the kneeling position. When I was certain I was out of her site, I stood up and rushed to the kitchen to prepare her orange juice. I soon came back with her orange juice on a small tray. When I was almost beside her I bowed down, almost kneeling and offered her the glass, keeping my face as down as possible. - Your orange juice Madame! Leaving the small tray on the table, I bowed to the floor and placed a dry kiss on her boot. I stayed there waiting, my face just a few inches from her feet. - What was that noise? - May I ask what noise Madame? - I heard something while you were at the kitchen. - I'm sorry Madame, trying to be as quick as possible, I almost dropped a glass in the sink. I can assure you it didn't break. She struck me with the crop again. - Never make any noise that obstructs your owner's attention. Try to remember that. She drank the juice and put the glass on the tray. - Take it back. - Yes Madame! Again, being careful not to stand up in front of her, I took the tray back to the kitchen. I came and assumed my kneeling position in front of her feet. - Always keep an eye on your owner. If she's standing, you might be able to stand as well. But if she's seated, then be careful. Go low, or go away. Get it? - Yes Madame! Thank you ever so much for your consideration. - Let's go on with contact. You'll learn some basic skills that are essential to your place here. The same rules apply on other cases, as you'll find out. Now remove my boot! She said extending her left foot, touching my face with the sole of her boot. I was really in trouble I thought, remembering what happened at the previous 'contact' session. Madame was so understanding when I removed her shoes. But Miss Jennifer wouldn't be, somehow I figured. And her boot had no zip on the side. And it looked quite tight on the calves. I finally said: - Please excuse my ignorance Madame. I'm afraid I do not know how to take off your boot! Please tell me how to do it properly! -That's what I'm here for. To train you properly. Just do as I say. Put your right hand behind my calf, a bit lower... good. Now put your left hand on the heel ... grab it steadily ... good. Now start pulling with your left hand while you press my foot lightly so that the upper part makes as much as a straight line with my calf. Pull gently, turning my foot inwards a bit, slightly shaking left to right. Support the leg with your right hand on my calf. Gently, ever so gently... careful with the stocking ... I was trying really hard to be as gentle as possible. It took me more than three minutes, but she was right. The boot finally came off, revealing a beautiful stockined foot. I could see her beautiful toes painted red. She swapped legs. - Remember, your intentions must always have the same aim. Not to cause any discomfort to your owner. Now the other one, she said. Very carefully I repeated the process, until the other boot came off. I put her boots aside and waited, still kneeling by her feet. A familiar scent filled my nostrils. She crossed her legs again. - Submit! I obediently bowed down and dry kissed her stockined toes. She struck me again with the crop. - You don't breath out when you submit to a naked warm foot. The air annoys the owner. Keep your breath when you're inches away. Submit! I did as I was told, this time keeping my breath while kissing her beautiful toes. She swapped legs. - Submit! I repeated the process, dry kissing her other foot. - Good. Boots are quite tricky to take them off. If you're good with boots, then you can handle almost any kind of shoes. Be careful with your contact though. Never touch higher than needed. You insult your owner. Let's try something easier. She took a pair of red high-heel pumps out of her suitcase and handed them over to me, extending her right foot, her toes now touching my nose. - Put them on! She ordered - May I ask you to instruct me Madame, to do it properly? - OK. Hold my foot by the heel, not my calf this time ... OK ... Make sure that the toe cups of my stocking are neat ... don't pull the stocking further up, it'll show above the ankle when you finish, spread the fabric evenly over the sole ... right ... now take the shoe in your other hand ... wrong shoe, the other one, hold it underneath the sole ... stretch my foot lightly to get a straight lead ... toes first ... OK ... now pivot upwards to put my heel in, withdrawing your supporting hand ... examine stocking ... OK. You got the idea. But next time be more gentle. Don't just hold my heel. You must use your hand to hug it. A naked foot needs hugging needs care, needs affection, get it? - Yes Madame! I said, still upset by the effort. - Now the other foot! She said extending her left foot to my face. Carefully remembering her instructions, I managed to put her shoe on without any more surprises. When I finished, I properly kissed her shoes, being very careful not to leave any spots from my lips. She examined her shoes carefully. This time she didn't have to use the crop. She extended her right foot, the sole of her pump rubbing my nose. - OK. Now take them off. Hug my ankles this time. No need to hold my calves. - Of course Madame! I would never do anything to insult you! - It's simple really, just reverse the process ...hug ... hold by the sole, pivot downwards ...hug my heel ... away it goes! - Thank you very much Madame! I said when I got her shoe off, dry kissing her toes. - Now the other one. I did as I was told. I put her pumps aside and submitted again. - OK. Now something more difficult. Boots again. I'll guide you. She extender her right foot. This time I picked the right shoe - Hold it by the top seem ... use both hands to leave the hole wide open ... keep it there ... She started pushing her foot in - Watch the direction of movement, keep up with it ... hold tight ... don't loose your grip ... use your chest now to support the sole ... push the seam up ... fix the wrinkles ...OK. The other one now. I did as I was told. Moments later she was wearing both her boots, enjoying my proper submission. She examined her boots for spots and stood up. She started pacing back and forth again, me still kneeling on the floor. - Good. Now for the real contact. This is the most important thing. When you actually touch your owner's skin you have to be really careful. Your touch must be pleasant or just unnoticed at all. It must be light as air, soft as a feather, still steady as a rock! Finally she sat on the sofa again. - Bring me a glass of water! - Yes Madame! I carefully stepped backwards, not raising my body until I was out of her sight and rushed to the kitchen. This time I was really careful not to make any noise. 'She is really a professional' I thought. She makes me do things over and over again, examines my progress, always watching my actions. No emotions whatsoever. A tough case. I begun feeling uneasy about my situation. I felt I was in deep water with my swimming talents gone. I was just beginning to realize the implications of my new life style. And I was beginning not to like it. But I was bound to go on. By whom? I asked. By me? By my own decision? By Madame's decision? By the circumstances? Life plays strange games with people sometimes. And I was part of such a strange game. A game normally ends with a winner and a looser. Or you simply exit the game. In my case though, the game would never end. And there was certainly no exit! Not at the point where I was! I soon came back to the living room, remembering the 'Level' rule. I offered her the water and placed the tray on the small table, assuming my kneeling position by her feet. She drank some water and put the glass on the tray. - Take it back! I did as I was told, always keeping in mind the 'Level' rule. I was now back, kneeling by her feet, submitting to her feet. - Take my boots off! This time I managed to take her boots off without any problems. Maybe I was a bit slow, but she didn't comment on that. Finally I kissed her stockined toes to show her my submission. - Do you now what stockings are made from? - Eh ... I'm afraid not Madame! - The most expensive ones are made out of silk. Silk stockings ...she added absentmindedly. - But most of them are made from synthetic fabric. Nevertheless, they all have one thing in common. They're very-very sensitive. Get it? - Yes Madame! She started rolling her stockings down, until they were knee high. - Only slaves who went through the total absolute training will ever be allowed to touch their owner at intimate parts of their body. And you're certainly not one of them ... yet. Stockings make women's feet look beautiful. Most important though, they 'hug' their legs and feet. So when you remove them, you have to be very careful. Very gentle. And always remember the 'hug'. Let's go on. Remove my stocking! She said extending her right foot towards my face. - Could you please guide me Madame? I asked - OK. First pull the stocking downwards ... gently ... keeping it together ... stop at the heel. Female heels are very sensitive. Pull it gently over the heel ... don't let it loose ... hug my heel with your hand. Use your other hand now ... gently ... pull slightly upwards to get over the toes ... that's it! Fold it lightly an leave it on the side. Now her right foot was right in front of my face in all its splendor. Her nails were perfectly shaped and painted. And I thought I was a good pedicurist! Still a lot to learn, I thought. Keeping my breath, I gently placed a dry kiss on her naked toes. The familiar scent had the same narcotic effect on me as always. Car Accident Ch. 10 She swapped legs. I carefully removed the other stocking as well, dry kissing her naked toes. She lifted both her feet for a moment. Just for a tiny second. She then struck me hard with the crop on my back. - I make the rules now. This doesn't mean that rules set by your owner may be forgotten! I suddenly realized what she meant. My aching back helped me a lot on this. Madame's favorite submission to her naked feet! How on earth did she now that? Did she manage to get all the details in their morning private chat? I'll never now. She lifted her feet again and I placed my hands below, facing up. She rest her feet on my palms and I properly submitted, kissing her naked toes. This time I raised my thumbs and fingers to properly hug her feet. I stayed there for some time, kissing her toes, being careful to synchronize my breath with the kissing. It was like a small break to me, after all this stress. She finally handed me a pair of high heel open toe slippers, which I carefully placed on her beautiful feet, remembering to dry kiss the tips at the end.. - When you finish your training and if you are successful, then your owner would hardly need to give you any orders. You should be able to realize all of her needs and respond accordingly. You must remember that you waste her valuable time, if she has to talk to you. Even if she had to speak to you she would only need to use one-word phrases. Or just nod. Be very watchful to learn this way of communication with your owner. - Now let's talk about feet. What are they used for? - Supporting the body, Madame! I dared to answer. - Yes. They do quite a hard job. So they need proper attention. Most women like to have their feet pampered. They find it relaxing. Having their feet pampered eases the tension of the day, among other things. And that's where you fit in. A way of 'Contact' again, get it? - Yes Madame! I eagerly replied. - They must be clean, beautiful, warm, relaxed and playful to keep them happy. Your objectives here! There are two ways to keep them clean. 'Normal wash' and 'Proper wash'. Let's start with the normal wash ritual, on one foot. Bring a wash basin, with lukewarm water and some bathing salts. Bring a towel as well. Be quick! - Yes Madame! I rushed upstairs and soon I was back, holding the wash basin, a fluffy towel over my shoulder. I had tried the water temperature. Just hoped it would be to her liking. It was now quite difficult to keep the 'Level rule' but somehow I managed. I placed the wash basin in front of her feet, the towel on the sofa next to her and assumed my kneeling position. She raised her right foot and I carefully removed her slipper, kissing her naked toes. She lowered her foot and touched the water with her toes. She then immersed it in. Thank God, I thought. The temperature was right. - Could you please guide me, Madame? I asked. - OK. You start with the sole. It gathers most of the day's tension. Lift my foot by the heel ... gently ... hug it ...careful not to take it out of water. Hold it steady ...loosen up your grip ... remember, you hug. Now put your other hand underneath and rub the sole. Start from the heel. Use slow gentle strokes ... steady ... gently ... move towards the toes. Use your thumb to rub the upper part ... gently ... put it down. Now put you hand under my sole close to the toes ... gently. Start with the big toe ...use index and thumb only ... slow circular movements ... steady ... pull it softly ...don't rub the polish ... careful with your nails, don't let your nails touch my foot. Run your thumb between the big toe and the next one ... up .. down ... next toe ... same sequence ...again ... Now lift my foot to release your hand, let it down ... gently. Use both hands to wash the upper part ... work from toes to ankles ... smooth circular movements ... slowly Now use both your hands to work on the ankles. Start an inch higher, going down ... hug ... gently ... slowly ... OK. Now take the towel. Place it on your lap ... don't wrinkle it ... use your hand to lift my foot ... gently ... on the towel ... wrap the towel around my foot ... rub softly ... squeeze gently ... work on the toes ... careful ... take them apart, one at a time ... gently ... push the towel between the toes ... again ... unwrap the towel ... OK Now her washed foot rest on my lap on the towel. I bowed down and dry kissed her beautiful toes repeatedly, controlling my breath. My lips felt so nice in touch with he moist soft skin. Maybe I was beginning to understand the meaning of "Contact". Perhaps not. Who cares, now! I said to myself. I think I did well and that's all that counts. - Thank you very much Madame for your valuable guidance! - What ever you do to please your owner, think of it as a ritual. And a ritual always has certain acts. To be faithfully followed, ... at least by you, she meaningfully added. Slippers! She finally ordered. I lifted her foot from the towel, 'hugging' it by the heel and put her slipper on her washed foot. I only applied what she taught me about pumps. I was getting good at it! Or at least I thought! - Take everything back! She ordered, crossing her legs. Watching my level position, I took the towel and wash basin and went upstairs to put hem in place. I gave the wash basin a quick rinse, put the towel in the washer and rushed downstairs. Again I had to lower myself down when I was close to her sight, finally kneeling by her feet. Her left foot was now crossed over the right one. She was playing with her slipper, dangling it back and forth, casually staring at her toes. - There are two places to be when you wait for orders. Either standing somewhere behind your owner, out of her sight or kneeling by her feet. In first case, things are quite easy. But in second case, always watch your level position. Never let your head be above your owner's sight. These are the standard procedures. Get it? - Yes Madame! I eagerly answered. - Now let's talk about the "proper wash" ritual. This is where you show your owner your devotion, submission and skills. You must always be clean and healthy to offer this service. And perfect in every move you make. "Proper wash" is equivalent to "Normal wash" but it much more enjoyable by the receiver, your owner of course. In "proper wash", you use your mouth as a wash basin for your owner's feet. Your lips and tongue become the "hands" in the ritual. You offer your owner another way of service. She crossed her left foot over the right one, her slipper playfully dangling. I was sure I understood what she meant by 'proper wash'. Even more, I felt confident I was 'skilled' according to her standards. Just a though (?) She went on - Remove my slipper! I did as I was told, carefully kissing her toes. The familiar scent was back on the air around my face. - There are basically two ways of doing it. Depends on the pose, the posture of the receiver. There's just a little difference between. If your owner crosses her legs, like me now, you carry on with the ritual, but you do not use your hands. Her foot is supported by its self, so no further contact by your hands is needed. If on the other hand she extends her foot towards you, it's only logical that you need your hands to support it. In this case you use both your hands, to offer as much comfort as you can. Get it? - Yes Madame! I answered. But please guide me! She extended her left foot, touching my lips with her sole. Overcoming my initial surprise, I placed one hand just above her ankles, while placing the other below her heel, offering my hands as a comfortable footstool. - Careful! Don't squeeze much. Hug it. Use both hands, balancing the pressure ... keep it there ...watch your breath ... use your nose to exhale if you need to, but do it very-very softly. Keep steady ... she left me there, supporting her naked foot for some minutes, her velvet sole still touching my lips, as if enjoying a long lasting kiss. I was feeling awkward since I couldn't breath regularly, in case I blew air on her foot. Instead I had to breath slowly, taking very short breaths, keeping the air flow as weak as possible. - Open your mouth! She ordered. I did as I was told and she put her big toe in my mouth. I was part of this ritual, always playing the same role quite often, lately. But it was at this moment that a strange meaning came to my mind, wrapping up together all the introductory talk about 'proper wash'. The significance of this move, her big toe in my mouth, was, I then realized, the invasion of my personality. Just like when someone uses a key to enter her property. Her toe was the key to enter her property, me, opening me wide apart, ensuring the conquest over me, confirming her victory over my personality. Or maybe it was a sign of sexual victory, where the stronger party enters the weaker one. Was I getting crazy? Not wasting any more time, I wrapped my lips around her toe, pulling them inwards over my teeth, to avoid any accidental contact of my teeth on her skin and started sucking. The familiar salty taste. I knew I was good at it. I was really keen to show it. At this moment, I received another blow with the crop on my back. It really burnt. I let her toe slide out of my mouth and waited in astonishment. What did I do wrong? - You idiot, you suck like a vacuum cleaner. I could use you to clean the floor. My foot though isn't like the floor. Your owner's foot too. - I'm sorry Madame! I cried. I'm so incompetent! Could you please be kind and guide me again? - How can you be so clumsy? Her voice was steady. But she used some words she never used before: idiot, clumsy ... Did she loose her temper? Even that could mean that she had some emotions. That she wasn't the cold emotionless instructor I thought in the beginning. Or maybe she was just acting. She placed her toe in my mouth again. - OK. Place your lips around my toe as you did before. Don't suck at all. Use your tongue to moister your lips... move your head back and forth . caress my toe with your lips ... slowly ... don't press. Suck softly, synchronize with your move ... now use your tongue to caress my toe ... slowly ... don't be so soft with the tongue, you might tickle the owner ... run the top of your tongue along the tip of my toe-nail ... don't stop moving you head ... turn your head to clean the side ... watch your teeth, always watch your teeth ... breath slowly ... move your hands a just bit from time to time ... enough. She withdrew her toe from my mouth. - Always start from the big toe. It's a key entry, she added meaningfully. Timing is important as well. Do not spend more time than needed on every toe. When the toe is properly soaked, move to the next one. The perfect time is just before the skin starts wrinkling. Go on! She offered me her foot again and started working on the next toe. - Limit your back and forth movement now. If you squeeze the other toes, your owner won't like it ... be gentle ... watch your breath ... go on ... Very carefully I licked all her toes, one by one at a time. I had now the opportunity to confirm the perfect shape of her toenails. They were spotless . - Now for the next part. The sole. A very relaxing act for your owner. Spend more time here. Use long strokes with your tongue ... remember to keep it always moisture ... work from heel to toes ... use your lips only to offer wet kisses to my sole, while you moisture your tongue ...softly on the wrinkles ... work on the sides too ... enough. - Now for the heel. Hold my foot near my toes, not from the toes, with one hand and from my ankles with the other. Loosen your grip ... open your mouth as much as you can ... let my heel in ... use your tongue in circles ... hug ... use a stronger suck, it feels nice there ... watch your breath, never use your teeth, unless you find hard skin. Even then, be very cautious ... again ... keep everything moisture ... OK. - Now for the upper part. Hold my foot from ankles and heel as before ... push slightly up to raise my knee, that'll give you a better angle ... slowly work like you did on my sole ... long strokes with your tongue from toes to ankles ... wet lips ... wet kisses ... watch your breath ... move your hands a bit ... balance ... go on ... OK. - Put your hands on the floor, palms up. Knowing what she meant, I put my hands on the floor to rest her naked foot. - If the foot is still moist, you have to dry it. Hug it as much as you can and blow air as close as you can, working in small areas. This way the air stream stays warm. Do it! Hugging her foot as much as I could, I moved very close to her foot on the floor and started blowing hot air, until her foot was dry. I submitted my kissing her toes, to show that I finished. She raised her foot and I put her slipper on, kissing the tip. I then waited, still kneeling. My knees really ached now. But I didn't say a word. She took a small piece of rope from her suitcase and ordered me to turn around putting my hands behind. She then tied my hands with rope, ordering me to turn around again. I was now facing her, still kneeling, with my hands tied at the back. She then went on, crossing her right leg over the left. - As I said before, there are two ways for a 'proper wash'. this time you won't be using your hands! And you'll learn to balance. Remove my slipper! How? I thought. My hands were tight. Just in time I used my mouth to take her slipper off, leaving it gently on the floor. A difficult act, since I couldn't use my hands anymore. Ever tried bowing down to the floor from the kneeling position and up again? I can tell you it's really tough. - Now do as you did before. Start with the toes. I started licking her big toe, using everything I learned moments ago. But this time it was harder. My position was really difficult. It was very easy to loose my balance and even drop on her foot, maybe receiving a couple of more strokes with the crop. And that's what exactly happened a couple of times, when I was working on her heel. She didn't only hit me with the crop but almost stepped on my face, almost grinding my cheeks. At the end I managed to control my balance, while licking her foot clean. When I dried her foot with my breath, I kissed it many times, really exhausted by my efforts. She raised her foot and I took her slipper with my mouth and managed to put it on, after a couple of unsuccessful tries. I kissed the tip of her slipper and waited. - Turn around! Thank God! I thought. She's going to untie me. She stood up and kicked me hard on the back instead. I fell to the floor on my face with my hands still tied at the back. My nose started bleeding. She came over me and pressed my face hard on the floor with her foot. - Always expect the unexpected! On your knees! I did as I was told and she finally untied me. My hands felt numb, my nose was bleeding. But I didn't move. Was I scared or just confused? I'll never know. - Go wash yourself! She ordered. don't take long. I rushed upstairs and washed and pressed my nose with a tissue to stop the bleeding. I then washed my face and in no time I was back kneeling by her feet. - Fetch me the phone, she ordered. I did as I was told. Carefully stepping backwards, I brought the wireless phone and gave it to her, kneeling by her feet. - Hi Sam! ... hung on a second. She pushed me away with her slippered foot, nodding towards the kitchen. Realizing her intentions, I quietly disappeared in the kitchen. Anyway it was late noon and I still had to prepare something for Madame. God! I was so curious to find out what they were talking about. I was sure they were talking about me. And I wanted to know. but I wouldn't dare going back in the living room. With her abilities, I was somehow certain she would notice me in no time. And that would be bad for my health (not to say about my back!). As I was preparing dinner, I tried to figure out what they were discussing. Certainly about my progress, if any, I added. Maybe I had some pride left. In my position, lowest as it could be, I still wanted to feel that I was successful. Isn't it funny? In my own sick way, I badly needed some appreciation (?) of my ... skills. After some time I heard her clasping her hands. 'She's calling me' I thought and rushed in the living room, assuming my kneeling position. She handed me the phone and I put it in place. - Stockings! She said extending her right foot, as I knelt by her feet. Still remembering my burning back, I dared asking: - Could you please guide me, Madame? - OK ... first remove my slipper. let my heel on your lap. Curl the stoking up ... gently, you'll ruin it ... toes first ... push it down gently over my sole, down to heel. Lift my foot slightly to pass the stocking under my heel, watch the wrinkles, ease it up, knee high, stretch it gently ... OK. I kissed her stockined toes and she offered me her left foot. I repeated the process very carefully putting her stocking on her beautiful leg. After kissing her toes again, I stood there kneeling, waiting orders. She pulled her stockings high up herself. - Boots! She ordered. Again, very carefully I put her boots on, kissing the tips at the end, remembering the 'dry kiss' ritual. When I finished, she put her slippers and crop in the small suitcase that she had brought with her and stood up. - You need a lot of work. She said and stood up. I followed her to the door and helped her with her coat. Maybe I did something wrong while helping her, because I felt she stopped for a while, hesitating. I was almost certain I was about to receive a strong slap on the face. Fortunately nothing happened. Maybe she was in a harry. I bowed down and kissed her black leather boots again. - Thank you very much Madame for your guidance! I said. - Remember what I've taught you, she added and went out. I stood up and closed the door behind her. Thank God, it was over! At least for today, I thought with great relief. She was a strange woman. Being in my tenth day of slavery, I'd met a lot of women who treated me cruelly. But she was something special. Her total luck of emotion really startled me. I couldn't tell if she hated me or not, despised me, liked (?) me ... Nothing . at all. Is she really like that, or she's just a pro? I asked myself. I couldn't answer. I went back and made sure that everything was in order, for Madame's return. I also made sure that her bathroom was ready, in case she needed it. I then went on cleaning and dusting, trying not to forget anything, not even the slightest detail. I even put Madame's slippers in a handy place under her favorite seat on the sofa. It was late afternoon when I heard Madame's car approaching. I really felt anxious. I assumed my kneeling position by the door, ready to greet get properly. She opened the door and entered. - Good evening Madame! Your Wish is my command! I bowed down and dry-kissed her shoes. She waited patiently to receive her evening worship and went in the living room. Another pair of shoes, open toe ones, waited my attention. I recognized miss Kate's feet. Her sister was here again! I promptly kissed her toes and she went in. they didn't say a word. I helped them with their coats. - Dinner! Madame's first word. They sat in the dinning room and I served them dinner, as best as I could. All this time I tried to follow miss Jennifer's rules, especially the 'level' one. Maybe they would notice and remark about it, or even (selfish) me. Nothing happened instead. When they finished, they went to the living room, ordering me to follow. Madame sat on her usual seat, her sister next to her. I knelt by Madame's feet, as usual. Madame lazily extended her feet towards me. I kissed her shoes and carefully removed them following what I learnt in the morning. I kissed her smelly toes and put her slippers on. She totally ignore my presence, talking with her sister about financial investments. Car Accident Ch. 10 - Slippers for my sister! Madame ordered. I rushed upstairs and came back with a pair of slippers from Madame's shoe closet. Knelling in front of miss Kate, I kissed her shoes, unlaced them and carefully removed them, kissing her dusty toes. I then put the slippers on her feet, again kissing the tips at the end. Every detail counted, I was now very aware of this. - I really have to go Sam, miss Kate finally said. - Come on Kate, stay a bit. Enjoy your investment at least, Madame joked. - Well, I'd love to but I have to get up early in the morning. The business trip I told you before. I've got an early plane to catch. - Not even for a quick lick? Madame added meaningfully. - Well, this is something no decent woman can resist! Miss Kate remarked laughingly. - Do your work, slave! Madame ordered. Lick my sister's feet clean! - Yes Madame! I promptly said and took in my hands miss Kate's already extended foot. I took her slipper off and started licking her dusty toes. I tried to remember everything miss Jennifer taught me this morning. Hugging, controlled breath, soft suck and all. Her feet tasted familiar. I was used to it by now. I even liked it I think. I was very careful licking her foot, not missing any detail, not leaving a tiny spot of dirt on her beautiful foot. Soon all the dirt of her foot was properly stuffed in my stomach. I dried her foot with my warm breath. I then kissed her clean toes, put her slipper on and waited to go on with the other foot. Not wasting any time, she pressed her foot hard into my mouth scratching my palate with her toe-nails, a sign for me to go on. I properly washed miss Kate's foot, as the two women talked with each other, totally ignoring my presence at their feet. When I licked her foot clean, I properly dried it and kissed her toes, to show that I've finished. She then offered me both her feet. Knowing what she really liked, I took them in my hands and began placing soft kisses on her toes, one at a time. She let me there kissing her feet, not paying any attention whatsoever. She finally said: - Do my shoes as well! And went talking with her sister. I took her shoes and started licking them clean. The inside had the same familiar taste. My tongue felt like a rag by now. The difficult part was her soles. I had to use my teeth to eat away any stuck dirt underneath. I had to lick them thoroughly twice, to make sure they were perfectly clean. When I finished, I put the aside and waited orders. - Foot mat! Madame said. I eagerly lied down by the sofa, facing up. Madame removed her slippers and rest her feet on my face, while miss Kate used my stomach for a footstool. Since I didn't have any time cleaning Madame's feet, my face was full of their special scent and sweat. I can assure you it is not easy to have two pairs of naked feet resting on your body, especially when one of them is at your face. I was their foot mat for more than an hour. Finally miss Kate wanted to leave. - Really have to go Sam, she said. Thanks for the 'special attention' sister. - Don't mention it Kate. See you in a couple of days. Take care. I put her shoes on and kissed her feet again. I helped her with her coat and soon she was gone. - Clean my feet, slave! Madame ordered. - May I wash my mouth first Madame? I asked. - Be quick about it. I did as I was told, trying to put my best efforts to please her. After all, my training was for this purpose only. To keep Madame happy. She switched the TV set on while I was licking her feet clean. I licked them over and over again, until they were spotless. Finally I began worshipping her feet, placing countless warm kisses on her velvet skin. Her toes were so inviting, her soles so tasty, her heels so shapely! I felt that my morning training was paying back. Though she didn't show it. But I didn't mind. I was sure I pleased her. And that's all that counted. Finally I placed my hands on the floor and she placed her feet on them. Bowing down, I went on kissing her feet while she watched TV. My hands felt numb after all this pressure by her feet, but I didn't dare saying anything. I kept on worshipping her feet instead. It was late night when Madame decided she had enough and ordered me to follow her upstairs. I helped her undress and gave her my usual night worship by kissing her naked feet. - Your humble slave bids you good night, Madame! I softly said. She didn't pay any attention to me. I quietly left her room, closing the door behind me. I went downstairs to clean the table, wash the dishes and make everything ready for tomorrow. I took a shower and went to bed. I felt a bit worried about Madame's attitude. She didn't say a word about miss Jennifer. She didn't ask anything at all. Even more, she didn't tell me what was going to happen tomorrow. 'She doesn't have to' I said to myself. She's your Madame. She does as she wants. You only obey. That's what slaves are for ... I tried to summarize today's events. I learnt so many things, so many little, yet important details about my servitude. I was just trying to get in terms with my situation. I was a slave to Madame. I didn't have my own will any more. I was at her will. She could do anything she like with me. As simple as that. I was just her humble slave ... I was privileged to be her foot mat ... I was her foot licker ...I was ... fast asleep ... Car Accident Ch. 11 11th Day: Naked Truth Maybe it was last day's events. Or maybe I was very tired. Or maybe it was just an hunch. I'll never know. Anyway, I woke up with a very strange feeling today. Something was bothering me, but could not make out what. I was worried without any obvious reason... "Obvious?" I asked myself. "No obvious reason?" I could think of hundreds of reasons during the last ten days... Not wasting any more time, I put my clothes on and rushed downstairs to prepare Madame's breakfast. In no time, I was standing in front of her bedroom door, knocking gently. When I heard her voice, I opened the door and placed the breakfast dish on her bed, kneeling by her feet. She was just finishing a phone call. - Your humble slave bids you good morning, Madame! I whispered. She didn't say anything. She just waved me away. I quietly disappeared and went downstairs. Soon Madame's bell rang, calling me upstairs. I rushed and assumed my kneeling position by her divine feet. - Your Wish is my command, Madame! I said. - I'll be going on a business trip today, slave. I won't be back till late evening. Take good care of things while I'm away. - Certainly Madame! I'll do my best to keep you satisfied, I eagerly said. - Don't worry, slave. You won't be alone. Jennifer will be coming soon to continue your training, she added meaningfully. I was sure she was staring at me, trying to see my reactions. But I could not look back. It wouldn't be proper. I kept my eyes at her covered feet. Miss Jennifer gave me a hard time yesterday. No reason why she wouldn't do the same today. Trying to remain as calm as possible, I spoke: - But of course, Madame! Miss Jennifer is very adequate. She helped me very much yesterday. Thank you ever so much for your kind consideration, I added bowing down to the floor in total submission. Madame stood up on the bed to receive her morning worship. My hands were already beneath her soles, while my lips attended her divine feet, with all the tricks I learned yesterday. She let me worship her feet for a longer time than usual, before ordering me to help her with her clothes. Soon she was properly dressed, her feet properly shoed, as beautiful as ever. I bowed to the floor and kissed the tips of her shoes. - Have a good day, Madame! I eagerly said. She pushed me away with her foot and went away, totally ignoring my presence. Soon I heard her driving away with her car. No time to waste, I thought. Madame will be back in the evening, tired and demanding as ever. Better try to keep things as perfect as possible. I rushed to the kitchen with the breakfast dish. I had hardly finished the dishes, when the doorbell rang. "Time to panic!" I thought! Miss Jennifer is here! I tried to pull myself together. "Relax" I said. It's not the end of the world (yet). I rushed to the door and opened it. Miss Jennifer for standing in front of me. Not wasting any time, I kneeled and kissed the tips of her shoes. I thought I heard some soft voices. - Good morning Miss... Madame (I quickly corrected my mistake) - Good morning slave! She said. I hope you're ready for your training. - Certainly Madame! I'm so anxious to follow your experienced instructions. - Good then. Come on girls! Girls? What girls? My God! She must have brought company. In fact I managed to see two more pair of shoes from my kneeling position. They quickly entered and sat in the living room. I followed them as quietly as I could. Miss Jennifer sat on the sofa, between the other two girls. I quickly assumed my kneeling position by her feet. I kissed her shoes again, being very careful not to wet them with my lips. - Your humble slave is waiting Madame! I softly added. - Coffee for me and my friends, slave. She said. I rushed to the kitchen to make coffee. I could hear them talking and laughing. I had a feeling they were laughing at me. Soon coffee was ready. I poured three rich cups and prepared the dish with cookies, milk and sugar. Very carefully I took the dish to the living room and knelt in front of miss Jennifer. - Your coffee, Madame! - Leave it o the table, slave! She said. She crosses her beautiful legs. I noticed a slight movement of her foot, back and forth. A sign! I thought. I bowed down and started dry-kissing her shoe. - You see, girls... This is the right place for a man; by his Mistress feet. Don't you agree? They all laughed. - By the way, miss Jennifer added. I haven't introduced you, have I? Girls, this is slave. Just slave. Slave, these are my friends. She turned my head to her left with her foot. Say hello to Nora, slave. She then turned my head to her right. Say hello to Michele, slave. - Greetings Mistress Nora, Mistress Michele! I said obediently. - Footstool, slave! Miss Jennifer barked. I quickly took my place in front of her, on all four. She placed her feet on my back. My head was now just inches away from miss Michele's feet. She was wearing open toed sandals, which revealed her slender white painted toes. The women started talking, ignoring my presence at their feet. Of course I couldn't take part in their conversation, but somehow I felt I was part of it. It seemed that the two newcomers were really astonished by my position and miss Jennifer's power over me. Was she just showing off? No, I said to myself. Miss Jennifer is a cold-blooded professional. I found out only yesterday. She doesn't seem to be a person who needs to show off. What's going on then? My instinct was telling me that she was just preparing the atmosphere for my training. Fear struck me. Trying to control my panic, I decided to pay attention on what they were talking... - So Jennifer, Michele said. Aren't you a bit overreacting with his training? You told us that we were to watch you tutoring a housekeeper. But this! - I couldn't agree more with you, miss Nora added in an uncertain voice. - Come on girls! Miss Jennifer argued. Where's your pride! Pull yourselves together! I warned you that you were in for a surprise, didn't I? - A slave! Jennifer! Miss Michele said. We live in a free country. Slavery has been abolished for so many years. - Well, it seems you're wrong darling! You can see a real slave, right in front of you... Come on, knock it off, will you? I thought you would enjoy my little surprise. On the other hand, if you want to leave... - No, I think I want to stay. Miss Nora quickly added. I find the whole thing most peculiar, but I'm always open minded to new experience. Come on Jennifer tell us more. - There is not much to tell really. He's just a slave. Just like ancient times, when slavery was very common. You'll be surprised by the number of slaves today. My client, miss Hamilton is the keen owner of this slave. And she trusted his training to me. - So you are a slave trainer! Miss Michele said in a surprised voice. - Among other things... miss Jennifer answered meaningfully. - Do you enjoy it? Miss Nora asked. - Wouldn't you? - Well... I don't know... miss Nora said uncomfortably. - A lot of women nowadays strongly believe that females are the dominant part of this world. Our world! Men are only toys for their absolute pleasure. Males exist for their Mistresses. - Do you believe that? Miss Michele asked. - My clients say that I'm good in my work... she said in a diplomatic manner. It's all a matter of power. It's a matter of power of the female species over males. It's simple. Imagine yourselves having total control on a creature like him. She pressed her feet on my back. Imagine that you can order him to do ANYTHING you like. Just imagine it. - But does he agree? Miss Nora asked, referring to me. - He had a choice. He took his decisions. Now his opinion is insignificant. He's a slave now. He's committed to this. He obeys his Mistress. He's inferior to any woman around him. Or better say above him! She laughed. - I don't know... miss Nora argued. - Come on, Nora! Miss Jennifer said. Stand at your place. Who knows... maybe some day you'll have your own slave... or slaves... - Maybe... miss Nora said absentmindedly. - You want to have a go Nora? Miss Jennifer asked. - Well... I'm not sure, miss Nora said in an uncertain voice. - Come on try it! Miss Jennifer said in a supporting manner. She took her feet off my aching back. Give him an order. Anything you like. Just anything... He'll obey. Find the power store inside you. Be a real woman! Find out what men really are! - Go on Nora! Miss Michele added in an excited voice. - Well... if you insist... bring me a glass of water please! - Certainly miss Nora! I said and rushed to the kitchen - PLEASE???? I heard miss Jennifer asking. Surely you can do better than that... I poured a glass of water, placed it on a small disk and went back to the living room. I knelt in front of miss Nora, extending the disk towards her, keeping my eyes low to her feet. She also wore sandals, her toenails painted a lovely silky-pink color. - Your water miss Nora! I obediently said in a soft voice. She took the water and drank it, placing the glass back on the disk. I took it back to the kitchen and returned, assuming my kneeling position in front of miss Jennifer's feet. She too was wearing sandals. Her perfect toenails were shining in their natural color. - Your turn Michele. Miss Jennifer said. Miss Michele laughed nervously. Apparently she was not feeling comfortable (yet). - Well, let me think... yes... dance for me... slave... I was taken by surprise. What could I do? I was never a good dancer. Even with music. How could I dance with no music? - Dance you idiot! Miss Jennifer's voice brought me back to reality. - Yes Madame! I awkwardly began swinging my body, stretching my arms, hoping that the result would be a kind of dance. I could hear them laughing. I felt so humiliated. - Enough! Miss Michele finally said. I assumed my kneeling position by miss Jennifer's feet. - Well girls, not so bad for a fresher! Miss Jennifer remarked laughingly. But now let's get serious. Are you sure you want to go on, or you prefer to leave me alone? - Yes, we'll stay. They both added. I could feel they were really excited now. - You were right, Jennifer. Miss Michele spoke. Power makes you feel so good. I could never have imagined it! I think I'll enjoy it. - Me too! Miss Nora quickly added. Her inhibitions were totally gone. What's next? - Now the game can really begin! Miss Jennifer said in a meaningful voice. They all laughed. Somehow I had a feeling that my training was just beginning. And it would be a tough one. Miss Jennifer was really a professional. What would be her next move? I think I was excited too. Couldn't explain it though. Maybe my slave's pride was catching up... - A slave is his Mistress property. Miss Jennifer said in a serious voice. If she gives an order, ANY ORDER, he must obey with no hesitation. If she feels like having a dog, he is Her dog. If she feels like playing, he's Her toy. So girls; do you feel like playing? - Why not! They both agreed. Miss Jennifer pushed me away with her feet. I lost my balance and fell with my back to the ground. She ordered. - Go to your room and strip off, slave. Take EVERYTHING off! Come back quick! - I was stoned motionless with her order. This is something I never imagined. Me naked, in front of these ladies! Sometimes there are limits to everything. I began shaking. - Please Madame! I mumbled. She stood up and came near me. She kicked me hard on my side. I rolled over and curled. The pain was awful. I could hardly breath. - I gave you an order slave! She said in a cold serious voice. - Yes Madame! I managed to say, trying to catch my breath. I crawled upstairs to my room. I was so confused. What should I do? My real Mistress would never ask me that. Or maybe she would... The game was getting really serious now. And it wasn't a game for me! It was real. I received tons of humiliation during the last ten days. But this! This was too much! Even for a slave! Suddenly I realized that I was half naked! Even though I was so distressed, my body actually followed miss Jennifer's order. "So what?" I said to myself. A slave is just ... a slave. Finally I removed all my clothes. I felt numb and cold. I stayed there for some time, not knowing what to do. Then I made up my mind. Gathering as much courage as I could, I went downstairs hesitantly, using my hands to hide my only pride... I knelt in front of miss Jennifer again, trying to ignore the giggles coming from the other women. - Your wish is my command, Madame! I managed to say. She totally ignored me. - So you see girls. It's so simple! Miss Jennifer said. - Look at him! Miss Michele remarked. He's so pathetic! - And insignificant! Miss Nora added. - Stand up slave! Miss Jennifer barked. Let us see you. I stood up, my hands still protecting my manhood. - Put you hands down slave! Miss Jennifer ordered. There is nothing for you to hide. I obeyed her awkwardly. I was sure my face was red in shame. I could now understand the meaning of total and absolute humiliation. They were all laughing at me now. - So you see girls how insignificant he is now! Miss Jennifer said. - From every aspect. Miss Nora joked. - By God! Is that all that you are? Miss Michele laughed at me. I only wished I was dead! I tried to think that I wasn't there. Maybe I was dreaming. Maybe I should pinch myself to wake up. Maybe ... - Put this on slave! Miss Jennifer barked giving me a pink satin lace. - Excuse me Madame! Managed to stumble. Could you please explain where to put it? - You are a toy slave! She answered. Why not wrap it up around your genitals. Make sure you pass it behind your balls. Make a knot below. Make sure the two ends are symmetrical. And keep it tight. If it comes off, you'll be severely punished. - Yes Madame! I softly said, totally degraded. I placed the pink satin lace as instructed. I tied it as much as I could, making a secure knot. My balls began paining. The two ends reached well below my knees, almost touching the ground. No one on this earth could describe my feelings. If I had any feelings left. I stood still for inspection. - Look at him! Miss Nora said in a mocking voice. - He's so funny! Miss Michele remarked, laughing uncontrollably. They left me standing there for quite some time, making my humiliation even larger. I was just standing in front of three beautiful women, totally naked, apart from the silk pink lace around my genitals. I was like a statue. A statue for their pleasure. The difference is statues don't think. They don't feel. They don't live ... - Crawl slave! Miss Jennifer suddenly ordered. Go to the kitchen crawling. Keep you legs spread. I immediately dropped to the floor and started crawling. At least my nudity was now somehow less. I think they all stood up, watching my efforts. I could feel the lace sliding on the floor. I could hear their laughs. I think I heard them whispering... I think I was crying. Suddenly an excruciating pain struck me between my legs. I felt like my genitals were going to be cut off. Something was pulling them back. Again they all laughed. - What's wrong slave? I heard Miss Jennifer's voice somewhere behind me. I didn't tell you to stop, did I? Go on. She must have stepped on the lace on purpose. I struggled to move on, but the pain would not let me. I could not go any further. Suddenly a pair of white painted toes appeared close to my face. I could almost reach them. - Kiss my feet slave! I heard miss Michele's voice. She was demanding now. I tried to reach her feet, but she stepped just a bit further away. I tried to stretch, but the pain was unbearable. - What's wrong slave? Miss Jennifer barked, still stepping on the lace. My friend gave you an order. Why don't you obey? I stretched a bit more, trying to forget the pain. I almost touched her big toe. My mouth was wet from the effort. Just as I was ready to kiss her feet, miss Michele stepped an inch away, laughing hysterically. I groaned and stretched more. The pain was impossible. Suddenly I felt some slack on the lace. Maybe miss Jennifer let it free. Taking advantage of the situation, I crawled forward reaching miss Michele's feet. Again she moved an inch away, while the pain came back. The lace was again restraining my movements. I was really in agony now. They were playing with me, torturing me and I could do nothing about it. This went on until I reached the kitchen. I was now reaching my limits. Pain and agony were so strong, I would almost faint. Finally they decided that I had enough. Miss Michele stood still, while I made my last effort to reach her divine feet, stretching as much as I could, miss Jennifer still playing with the lace. I managed to place a few kisses on her toes, before retreating to ease the pain. Miss Michele laughed again. - You wet my feet slave! How clumsy of you! - You never wet kiss a foot! Miss Jennifer remarked. She must have stepped off the laces. There was no tension anymore. But she kicked me between my legs, to remind me of my mistake. I curled in pain. - Excuse me Madame for being so clumsy! I was crying now. Please forgive me. Miss Jennifer came close to me. I dried my lips as much as I could and began kissing her divine feet, asking for her forgiveness. - I'd like to have a go! Miss Nora suddenly said. - Certainly darling. Have you got something in mind? - Well, I'm not sure... miss Nora added hesidantly. - Why don't you ride him back to the living room! Miss Jennifer proposed. - Yes! I'd love that! In no time miss Nora sat hard on my back. I almost collapsed. Finally I managed to keep steady. Miss Jennifer took the two lace ends and passed them over my shoulders. She gave the ends to miss riding Nora. She gave her the last instructions for my new ordeal. - Use your legs to balance Nora. Use the laces to guide him, or make him stop. Just like horse riding. Instinct will do the rest. She added meaningfully. Miss Nora slapped my butt. - Come on, horsie! She yelled. She rode me around the kitchen table a couple of times. The other two women were laughing and making remarks about my progress as a horse. Every time she wanted me to stop, she would brutally pull both the lace ends. The pain was so hard and sudden. Miss Jennifer was right. Instinct made me stop moving. I was not only being treated as a horse, but acted as one too. She then guided me to the living room. The other two women followed. She rode me around the room many times, laughing and yelling all the time. I was so exhausted! I could hardly breath. My hands and knees were in great pain. I collapsed a couple of times, only to receive her kicks on my body, urging me to go on. Finally she guided me next to the sofa, were the two other women were already sitting. A strong pull on the laces made me stop. My balls felt like they were on fire. My back was aching all over. I could hardly keep myself together now. She got off my back and sat on the sofa. I collapsed in front of her feet. She used my head as a footstool, still holding the lace ends with her hands. - Jennifer, that was the most exciting ride I ever had! Miss Nora remarked. - You see darling! I told you it would be fun. Can you feel the power? - Oh yes! She added and pulled the laces. I groaned in agony under her feet. - So you see Nora, there are an infinite number of ways you can exploit him. It's only up to your imagination and ingenuity. There are NO limits darling. - Yes, you're right! Miss Nora agreed. - Come on Nora. Miss Jennifer said. What would you like next? You have him under your feet. Use him. Never let a slave without a task. They tend to become slack if you do so. Car Accident Ch. 11 - Well then. If you say so... Let me think. I could do with a foot massage. Slave! Remove my shoes and massage my feet! She pulled the laces hard, to stress her point. I sat crossed legged in front of her. She offered me her feet and I carefully removed her high heel sandals. I took her naked feet in my hands and softly kissed her toes many times. Then I placed them carefully on my lap and started massaging her feet, using every trick I learned so far. The three women began talking, totally ignoring my presence. I could not make out what they were saying. Not that I couldn't hear. I was just too exhausted to be able to listen to their conversation. I concentrated on my task massaging miss Nora's slender feet. I tried to be as careful as I could. In any way, on my slightest mistake, she would pull the laces hard, putting me back in place. Maybe I massaged her feet for more than an hour. Then it was miss Michele's turn. She wanted a massage as well and miss Jennifer was only too eager to oblige. Miss Michele insisted of kissing her soles first apart from her toes before the massage. She wanted to rest one foot on my shoulders, while I softly massaged the other. She pulled the laces hard, whenever she wanted me to swap feet. And she insisted that I kissed her toes and sole every time. She seemed to be enjoying every moment. And they were a lot... - Are you hungry girls? Miss Jennifer asked. - I could do with a cold sandwich. Miss Michele answered. - Me too. Miss Nora added. - Go slave! Prepare something to eat. Miss Jennifer ordered. I kissed miss Michele's feet one more time and carefully put her sandals on. Miss Jennifer came close to me and attached a small shinny bell on each end of the lace. - This way we'll know if you're working slave. Now go! - Yes Madame! I eagerly said and stood up. The bells were jingling, making me look totally silly as I moved. They all laughed. I went to the kitchen to prepare some sandwiches for them. The bells really annoyed me. Even worse, I could here their laughs every time I moved. At least I was alone in the room now. I needed that, to put myself together. My mind began operating again. A couple of hours ago, I felt so helpless and humiliated standing naked in front of these women. Now I didn't mind. After all the things they did to me, being naked seemed absolutely normal. "Am I getting crazy?" This question comes up every now and then in the last few days. What about miss Jennifer? She was different than our last encounter. Yesterday was cold cruel and serious. Today she was somehow different. I couldn't understand her. Maybe that was the point! They keep telling me that a slave is to act, not to think. Maybe I'd better get used to it. Who am I to find the answers? I wished Madame Samantha was here. Madame cares. Madame likes me... The sandwiches were ready now. I put them on a disk, together with some wine, in case they wanted something to drink. I took the disk to the dining room and knelt in front of miss Jennifer. - Your launch is ready Madame. They took the sandwiches and wine (good thinking!) and switched the TV set on. - Carpet for all slave! But first remove our shoes. Miss Jennifer ordered. They were all sitting on the sofa. I quickly got the message. I knelt in front of miss Michele and removed her shoes. I kissed her feet and moved on to miss Jennifer. I had my first contact with her heavenly feet for today. Then I went on with miss Nora's feet. Finally I lied down, face up along the edge of the sofa. They placed their naked feet on my body. Michele's feet rest on my face, miss Jennifer's on my belly and miss Nora's on my lap. They totally ignored my presence. It's a funny, but I felt that this was the time for me to relax. I was under their feet, but at least I wasn't doing anything. Miss Michele covered my eyes with one foot, and my mouth with the other, leaving my nostrils free to breathe. I could sense the smell of her feet now. I didn't have time before. And I loved it. Every woman has her own smell, I found this many times in the last few days. And I liked all of them. Oh god! Let them leave me here to rest. Being a human carpet was the easiest task I had for today. - You can massage my feet while you're down there! Miss Michele remarked. I started massaging her feet, as softly as I could. It wasn't easy now, since her feet were resting on my face, but I did my best. My body felt numb after all this time supporting six legs. But somehow I was satisfied. Maybe my ordeal was over. At least for today. How long did I stay down there? I couldn't really tell. With all the excitement I lost track of time. Talking about excitement, I was beginning to get excited, my organ reminded of this. Maybe it was the first time, after so many days, that I felt like this. Miss Jennifer's feet were close to my genitals. I could almost feel a slight erection. "My God" I thought. If I touch her feet this way, she will punish me for sure. I must do something to avoid this. Maybe I should just listen to their conversation, instead of trying to think as a man... - So Michele. How does it feel to have him under your feet? Miss Jennifer asked. - Terrific Jennifer! She replied. I feel so good. And so relaxed. I could never have imagined that having a slave under your absolute power would be so refreshing! Don't you agree slave? She asked, lifting her left foot from my mouth. - Certainly miss Michele, I managed to say before she put her foot back on my mouth again. - What about you Nora? - Well, to tell you the truth Jennifer, I was a bit unhappy in the beginning. I'm opposed to slavery, any kind of slavery. But I have to reconsider... she quickly added smiling. I must admit that I enjoyed every moment so far. Having him under my feet makes me feel so powerful. I wished I had one myself. - You care for a cup of coffee? Miss Jennifer asked. They all agreed. They lifted their feet so I could get up. I kissed miss Jennifer's feet first, them miss Michele's and finally miss Nora's. I then picked up the dishes and went to the kitchen to make coffee. The bells kept making funny noises. But now I wouldn't care. I got used to them, although o wore them only for a couple of hours. Soon enough I was kneeling in front of the three women, serving coffee. Miss Jennifer told me to remove the bells, since they were too noisy for them. I gladly obeyed. She then ordered me to stay standing, keeping my legs spread, waiting orders. They again laughed at me, making rude remarks about the pink lace hanging between my legs. I was to sit there motionless, or sometimes turn around at their command. Miss Michele ordered me again to dance for her after switching the TV set off. I was to perform for them now. I did my best trying as much as I could to satisfy her. The scene was quite peculiar I imagine, with three beautiful women watching a naked man dance for them. The pink laces added up to the whole act, making me look totally silly. Then miss Jennifer ordered me to stand still in front of them, with my legs apart. This way my exposure was total. There was nothing I could hide from them now. My humiliation was absolute. But I managed to keep it up. There was only one thought in my mind: what ever I was doing, what ever was happening to me was a result of Madame's (my real Madame) wishes. Since she wanted me to be in this situation, then it's OK with me. This thought gave me the strength to carry on... Miss Nora spoke: - So Jennifer. Are there any limits to what you can do or ask from a modern slave? - Certainly not, miss Jennifer argued. A Mistress slave relation is an one-way commitment. The slave is committed to his Mistress. He must do everything she wishes. It's as simple as that. The Mistress has the rights, while the slave has the obligations. It might sound naïve or over simplified, but this is the way it is. - Then you could even make money using him, couldn't you? Miss Michele remarked. - Of course darling, miss Jennifer replied. In fact most of my clients have their slaves work for them. The money goes straight to the owner of the slave, as another kind of loyalty. Sometimes slaves are allowed to keep their original jobs, if this suits their Mistress. In other cases, they just rent them for a couple of days. The income goes again to the owner. They even sell them to other women. There are slave auctions held quite often you now. Well-trained slaves can bring a lot of money to their owners. In the case of this slave, his owner Samantha decided that it is better for her to keep him as a full time personal slave. This way he can serve her better. That's why she hired me in fact. To make sure he'll be efficient in his position. In every aspect... she added meaningfully. - Since you are so well informed about the matter, could you tell us what makes a good slave? Miss Nora asked. Miss Jennifer was only too keen to answer. - First of all he must be healthy and clean. Hygiene is very important when you have someone touching you. He must be loyal, dedicated and trustworthy. Whatever he hears must be kept between him and his Mistress. He must be obedient and willing to learn. Always learn new ways and skills, to keep his Mistress satisfied. He must be adequate and keen in his duties, whatever they are. Finally he must be able to realize the meaning and implications of ownership. This is sometimes difficult since most of them were once free men and they still have some old habits. - You really mean that he's her property? This in not just an act? - Exactly Michele. This is DEFINITELY NO ACT. A slave solely belongs to his Mistress. He is her property. What ever he is, belongs to her. His body, his mind, his existence belong to her. Everything he makes or produces belongs to her. And he does all this under her orders only. - Is he a good slave Jennifer? Miss Nora asked pointing at me. - He has the abilities to become good. That's why I took him up. He has a lot to learn though. I could feel that miss Jennifer did not want to go any further with me present. Anyway, that was something to be discussed with my Madame and not with miss Nora or miss Michele. "Slave's pride" I thought and faintly smiled. I'm sure that miss Jennifer realized my reaction from her words, but did not make any move. Miss Michele spoke: - So a slave does the housework, maybe works as well and serves his mistress. But he doesn't actually produce something for her, does he? Unless he's a sculptor and produces miniature statues for her. She joked. - Don't be so narrow-minded Michele! Miss Jennifer said in a serious voice. Of course he could do that as well, if his Mistress wished. But there are a lot of things a slave could produce for his Mistress to exploit. - Such as? Miss Nora asked with interest. - Sperm for example. Miss Jennifer answered. - You mean sell his sperm? Miss Nora asked with her eyes wide open in surprise. - She could do that. Miss Jennifer said. There are sperm banks willing to pay for healthy sperm specimens. But I wasn't thinking about this. - So what are you saying? Miss Michele asked. - Well, miss Jennifer started, if you read some articles about semen you'll realize that its juices are not only for breeding. They are full of revitalizing vitamins and soothing components. If this thing is good enough to start a life, imagine what it can do to living tissue. Here, let me show you. Come here and kneel in front of my feet slave! She ordered. So my ordeal was not over yet. This woman was so unpredictable! Just like Madame. What would happen next? I immediately followed her order and knelt in front of her feet. Miss Jennifer extended her slender feet until they were below my male organ, between my legs. - Slave, I want you to massage my feet with my special foot lotion. Miss Jennifer ordered, stressing the last two words. I was shocked. The other women too. Sometime ago I thought that I had reached the limits of my humiliation. There was nothing to humiliate me more. And now I realized that I was to be part of another act, reaching way further to humiliating myself. She actually ordered me to jerk on her feet and use my sperm as a foot lotion! By God! Indeed there are no limits! What should I do? I was so confused! - What's wrong slave? Miss Jennifer barked. Didn't you hear my order? - ... Yes Madame! I stumbled... but ... She slapped me hard on the face. I could feel that the other two women were watching me curiously. Miss Jennifer stayed calm. - Do what you're ordered slave! Use your hands. Surely you can do that. - Yes Madame! Collecting as much courage as I could, I started my efforts to produce miss Jennifer's foot lotion. I was feeling very awkward doing this naked in front of three women. I was so stresses, that my efforts were unsuccessful. "Time to be punished" I thought with panic. - You are so pathetic! Miss Jennifer said, showing her repulsion. - Forgive me Madame for my incompetence! I managed to say. Please forgive me for failing you. - You are such a useless creature! Must I do everything myself? Here, let me help you. Make sure you don't spill anything on the floor. I want it all on my feet slave! Miss Jennifer took my male organ between her feet and started stroking it back and forth. My humiliation was total. But I tried not to think about it. Yes, three women were watching me, but I had to succeed in my task. I put a lot of effort to relax, as much as I could, trying to ignore the insulting remarks from the women above me. Soon enough I was ready. Miss Jennifer's feet took care of this. She used them so efficiently on me. She was something special. Soon the warm foot lotion she ordered covered her feet. Using my hands I made sure that nothing dropped to the floor. I began softly massaging her feet, spreading the so-called foot lotion all over them. - So you see Michele, miss Jennifer spoke triumphantly, this is a special product coming from a slave. And it's really good. It refreshes my skin and makes it as soft as a baby's skin. If you do this often, then your feet will always look soft beautiful and healthy. - ... Do you do this often? Miss Michele finally asked very bewildered. - Quite often. Miss Jennifer smiled. - Don't you find it disgusting? Miss Nora asked - Come on Nora! Miss Jennifer protested. If you accept getting this inside you, without any inhibition, why should you bother if you get it on your feet. I can assure you that this thing is better sterilized than any of the lotions you buy for your feet. - Yes, I must agree you have a very good point, Jennifer. Miss Nora said. - Watch it slave! Miss Nora said turning down to me. The lotion is drying and becomes sticky. You'd better wash it off now. - May I ask how, Madame? I dared asked. - Using the "proper wash" method of course, you idiot! I showed you yesterday. Did you forget? - No Madame! Thank you very much for your guidance. May I go and wash my mouth first? - Yes you may. Don't be late. I carefully placed her feet on the floor and went upstairs to wash my mouth. After all, that's the way she showed me yesterday. I was back in no time kneeling in front of her feet. I carefully took her right foot in my hands, holding it as gently as possible and started licking it clean. The taste was something new to me. It was from me. How strange! I started from her lovely toes, sucking them softly, until they were perfectly clean. I then moved to her velvet soles using long strokes with my tongue. I then moved to her heels, finishing with the upper part and ankles. I placed numerous kisses to her foot, to indicate that I finished. She swapped feet and went on with the washing. Michele finally spoke: - Well Jennifer. What can I say. I'm really impressed with your ways. You have a man at your feet, licking them clean from his own sperm. And all that for your beauty treatment. By God you're something! - Thanks Michele. Miss Jennifer replied in a satisfied voice. It's nothing really. You only need a bit of imagination. The rest comes naturally. - You have him now under total control. Miss Michele said. Looking him licking your feet clean, I realize his insignificance. I'm beginning to see the only reason of his existence. Just to please his Mistress. - Exactly darling. Do you want to have a go? He almost finished mine. - I'd love to try. Miss Michele eagerly said. - OK, but you have to help him, since he's incompetent in finishing by himself. I must tell you though that the quantity will not be as much as the first time. The quality too. Next time you get him first, if you like. I was listening and could not believe what was going on. I was to massage miss Michele's feet with "foot lotion" too. Would I be able to do it? "Yes" I said to myself; for Madame's shake. I'll do my best for these women to realize that I'm Madame's worthy slave. I kissed miss Jennifer washed feet once more, and asked for permission to wash my mouth again. I came back and took place in front of miss Michele's beautiful feet. - You need help slave? Miss Michele asked in an arrogant manner. - Please miss Michele. Help me to serve you! She placed her feet between my organ and started stroking it. Her strokes were hard. She was squeezing me causing a lot of paint. I groaned in agony. Her soles had some hard skin that scratched me. - What's wrong slave? Miss Michele asked. I'm expecting my lotion and you don't deliver. Are you so useless or just fool? - Forgive me miss Michele! I'm trying as hard as I can to satisfy you. Please help me. I almost cried the last words. They all laughed at me. - I think the bottle is empty. Miss Michele joked kicking me hard on my chest. - I don't think so dear. Miss Jennifer said. Give him another chance. - OK then. Come slave. Show me what you can do for my feet. Miss Michele ordered. I assumed my kneeling position in front of miss Michele's feet and she started stroking me again with her lovely feet. I concentrated on her white painted toenails, getting courage from the support I got from miss Jennifer. Soon enough my efforts were successful and her feet received the special foot lotion she wanted. As miss Jennifer said, less quantity and quality. But this is as much as I could do under the circumstances. I began massaging her feet, spreading lotion all over them. Miss Jennifer was right again. The hard skin under her soles was a lot softer now. In a way I felt good. I had something that could make female feet look more beautiful. And miss Jennifer helped me to find out. "slave's pride" again, I thought. When her feet were almost dry, just before they become sticky, I started licking them clean. I started from her soles, remembering that she wanted me to kiss her soles first before her foot massage a few hours ago. Indeed the hard skin was in much better condition now. As before, she rest one foot on my shoulder, as I was licking the other. I could feel that miss Jennifer was watching me all the time. Maybe she was testing me, examining my progress. I only hoped she would say a few good words to Madame. - Hey Jennifer, it's really very good to have a man lick your feet. I would never have imagined. And my feet feel ever so good. You were absolutely right. I'm really enjoying it. I could use him everyday, twenty-four hours a day if I could. - Don't worry, Michele. Samantha is a very reasonable person. I'm sure she could lend him to you sometime. What about you Nora? Do you want to have a go? - Well, I'd like to try. Maybe some other time. - Come on Nora! Miss Michele said. Try it. You'll love it. - OK then. Just the wash though. My feet feel a bit sweaty. I could try the wash. As soon as I finished miss Michele's feet, I kissed them and asked permission to wash my mouth again. I came back and moved in front of miss Nora. I was relieved when I realized that I didn't have to produce any more lotion. After all that I experienced today, licking her feet would be a piece of cake. Car Accident Ch. 11 I took her left foot in my hands and placed tender kisses on her pink painted toenails. She took the two lace ends in her hand. I then began the wash ritual, as carefully as I could. Every now and then, she would pull the laces just to see my reaction. This was painful, but I managed to withstand it. After all I was doing everything for Madame's sake. I was very careful when I sucked her toes, waiting for the next tag of the lace, in case my jaw made a reflective reaction. If I bit her toes by mistake, I would be punished. I could feel it. - How does it feel Nora? Miss Michele asked. - It feels strange. She answered. Just a bit ticklish, but I think I like it. I find it exciting. No man has ever licked my feet again. It feels good. Having a slave at your feet is a totally new experience for me. As I said before, I have to reconsider my opinion about freedom and equality. They all laughed. - Samantha is a very lucky girl. Miss Michele remarked. - Indeed. Miss Nora agreed. Soon miss Nora's feet were properly clean. She held them up on my face and ordered me to kiss her soles. I held her feet by her heels and placed soft kisses on her lovely soles. - Girls, I'm afraid it's time to leave. Miss Jennifer said. - So soon? They both protested. - Maybe you haven't realized, but it's dark outside. We must be going. - Well, OK then. Miss Michele said in a sad voice. We had a great time. - Our shoes slave! Miss Jennifer ordered. I kissed miss Nora's toes and carefully put her sandals on, finally kissing the tips of her shoes. I then moved on to miss Michele, who insisted to kiss the soles of her shoes as well. Finally I went to miss Jennifer. She watched me carefully as I kissed her divine feet and put her shoes on. When I kissed her shoes, she pushed me away with her feet, sending me to the floor on my back. - Enough slave!. Miss Jennifer barked. Stay there! They all stood up. Miss Jennifer led the way to the door. She actually stepped hard on my abdomen, as if I was a carpet. The other women did the same, laughing. I groaned in agony and pain. I was sure my skin was badly bruised. - Good night slave. Miss Michele said. I hope we can do it again sometime. She laughed and kicked me hard on my face. I could stand it no more. I must have fainted ... I came to my senses feeling a heavy weight all over my body. I couldn't move. I tried to understand what was happening. Where was I? I felt lost and dumb. Slowly but steadily my mind began working again. I remembered the three women. The scenes that took place during the day. I was still lying naked on the floor, where they left me. But a carpet was covering my naked and bruised body leaving my aching head out. I pushed the carpet away and put it in its place. My aching genitals reminded me of the lace, still hanging between my legs, a trophy of victory, certainly not won by me. I was feeling dizzy and cold. How long did I remain unconscious? I couldn't tell. Looking around I discovered Madame's bag hanging by the front door. Madame was back! And I wasn't here to serve her! I felt so frustrated! I failed her! I was so depressed! She must have seen me lying naked on the floor, unconscious. She was the one who put the carpet over my body. What might have thought of me! How could I explain to her? First things first. I said to myself. I quickly tied everything up, trying not to make any unnecessary noises. When everything was in order, I went to my room. I didn't want to eat anything. I was so tired! I untied the lace. What a relief! I took a shower, shaved and went to bed. It was well after midnight. I set the alarm clock for an early morning hour. Tomorrow I had a lot of explanations to give. Oh God! What would happen tomorrow?