From slave_shoelicker@herfeet.com Tue Mar 11 20:54:27 1997
WARNING DO NOT READ IF UNDER 21 YEARS OLD!! 


The girls were gone, and there I was, naked except for the pink
ribbons adorning my private parts.  I caught my reflection in the
mirror and pondered the absurd sight.  As if the ribbons weren't
enough, I was sucking my own semen out of a dirty sock.  Why was I
doing this to myself?  Why couldn't I control the lust I had to abase
myself at Jen's feet?  Why was I more turned on by this degradation
than I ever was before? 

I went to sleep that night with the ribbons on, the anklet in my
mouth, and a massive hard on.

Sunday came and I sat at home anxiously hoping for Jen to arrive.  It
was mid-afternoon and I was pacing the floor, afraid to leave and miss
her should she come.  The phone rang and I answered it.  It was Jen.
She ordered me to come to her dorm room on campus and gave me
directions.  I knew the campus fairly well and made my way over as
fast as I could.

There were many students moving in at the time, so it was easy for me
to get into Jen's dorm.  I knocked on her dorm room and Jen opened the
door.

"Licky boy, good to see you.  You're here to settle a bet," Jen said
pulling me into the room.  She undid my pants and yanked them down to
my ankles.

"Well, well," said Jamilar.  "He IS still wearing the ribbons.  You
win Jen, but I must say, I'm glad that you did.  Licky boy is so
compliant.  I like that in a slave."

Jamilar walked up to me and visciously slapped my face.  I was
startled but I involuntarily repied:

"Thank you Miss Jamilar."

The girls laughed at my ridiculous response.  It was orientation
weekend at the university and the teens were going to a dinner party.
Jen was busy getting dressed and completely ignored me as she stripped
off one set of clothes and layed out another.  My cock stood at full
salute to her magnificent body.  She dressed in the same style short
pleated skirt and white blouse.  Her hair was done up in a pony tail,
held in place by a pink ribbon.  Jen's feet were still adorned with
the white anklets and frilly pink lace trim.  The lovely maryjanes
completed the ensemble.  I wondered if she had yet to remove the shoes
and socks.  Could it be she really had worn them for three days
without taking them off?

Jamilar was still wearing an extremely short baby tee shirt dress that
clung to her alluring body.  The black patent four inch pumps were on
her feet.  Her legs looked fantastic as she strutted in those heels.
She wore expensive jewelery to complete her perfect appearance.

"We have a job for you while we are at the dinner party," Jen said, as
she took out some twine from one of the boxes she had used to move in.

"Turn around," she ordered.

I did as commanded and my wrists were tightly bound behind my back.

"On your knees."

I fell to my knees.  With my hands tied behind my back and my pants
around my ankles, I was totally hobbled.  Jen and Jamilar proceeded to
dump a pile of shoes on the floor of the room.

"Your job, licky boy, is to thoroughly clean each and every shoe in
that pile before we return from the party," Jen said.

I looked at the pile and wondered how in my bound state I would be
able to accomplish my task.

"Oh," Jen said with a smirk on her face, "I wouldn't want your tongue
to dry out and prevent you from finishing your chore."

Jen turned to the dresser and placed a large bowl of slimey goo on the
floor in front of me.

"Here's something for you to drink if you get thirsty.  Hmm, maybe
that won't be enough," Jen giggled.

From the size of the bowl, there had to be nearly two quarts of the
slop.

"Perhaps we should be kind enough to add some more to make sure licky
boy can do a proper job.  What do you think Jamilar?" Jen asked.

"I wouldn't want the dog to go thirsty," Jamilar said getting up from
the edge af the bed.  She snorted up a thick wad of spittle and let it
drop into the bowl.  It looked quite revolting as I knelt before the
bowl.

Princess Jen got up and proceeded to take her turn adding to the spit
soup.  She spit and it landed on the floor in front of the bowl.

"Clean that up!" she ordered.

With my hands behind my back and my pants around my ankles, I had to
clumsily fall to the floor on my stomach to make my way there.  I was
about to reach the spittle when Jen demanded:

"On your back."

On my back, I watched Jen step in the spit and bring her foot so that
it was inches over my face.  I could see her pink cotton panties under
the short skirt.  Her shaply buttocks and perfect legs had my heart
racing with excitement.  I could see the pretty pink lace trim of the
anklet on either side of the maryjane.  Jen let the moment linger and
then lowered the shoe to my lusting lips.  I moaned in pleasure,
lapping at the sole.  My degradation at Princess Jen's feet once again
causing a sexual arousal like no other I had experienced before her.
Jen removed her foot and I involuntarily groaned in severe
disappointment.  Causing the vixens to laugh at my servile lust.

Jen scrapped the last of the spittle onto her shoe and slowly brought
it towards me.  I licked my lips in anticipation and craned my neck to
get at the shoe which consumed my every thought.  I was oblivious to
the giggles of the girls and the filming that Jamilar had begun with a
camcorder she had.

"Beg, licky boy.  Beg if you want to clean the filthy slop off the
sole of my shoe," Jen said.

I needed it.  I needed to get to Jen's shoe more than any desire I'd
ever had.

"Princess Jen," i began, "i beg you from the deepest depths of my
soul.  i yearn to be your slave.  Never before have i desired
something so much.  A greater passion could not be found than the
passion burning within me to suplicate myself before you.  i vow to
relinquish everything i am and devote my entire being as your servant
and slave.  Please,...Please..."

Our eyes met, and Jen knew the sincerity of my commitment as i
prostrated myself at her feet.  Taking pity at my utter desperation
she lowered the shoe to my eager lips.  I licked her sole with every
fiber of dedication i could summon.  The sheer ecstasy was
overwhelming and i was seconds from erupting in an orgasm sure to pale
all others i had ever experienced.

Jamilar stopped filming and jammed the spike of her heel into my cock.
She then reached down and squeezed my balls.  The agony was unreal,
yet i refused to take my lips from Jen's maryjane.

Jen, satisfied that i had performed my task, walked away.

"Get on with your work," she said walking out the door.

i surveyed the shoes before me.  Jen's were quite different than
Jamilar's.  Jen had several colors and varieties of maryjanes and
saddle shoes, along with some penny loafers and atheletic shoes.
Jamilar's consisted almost entirely of expensive dress heels and
italian flats.  i began first with Jamilar's.  In my bound position it
was necessary to squirm on my belly to each shoe.  i picked out a pair
of strappy sandals.  i licked every inch of the sole and straps saving
the insole for last.  Touching my tongue to the imprint of her foot,
my taste buds were assaulted with the acrid taste of Jamilar's foot
sweat.  i was in heaven as i continued lapping the shoes, barely
noticing the agony in my neck caused by the awkward position i was
forced into by my bonds.  i was no longer revolted by the slimey goo,
and it was necessary several times to drink from the slop to wet my
parched mouth.

i found myself prostrate before a pair of Jen's field hockey shoes.
The soles were caked with mud and dirt.  Strangely, i devoured the
filth as if it were a gourmet meal, so eager was i to insure the
cleanliness of Jen's shoes.

Finished with my task, i wormed my way back to each and every shoe to
ascertain they were spotless.  Just then the door opened.  In walked
Jen and Jamilar along with two other girls who were slightly older and
very well dressed.  The two girls burst out in hysterics at the
rediculous sight i presented.

"Look at those lovely ribbons he's wearing," one of them exclaimed.

"Is he really you slave?" the other one asked when she regained her
composure.

"Have a seat if you would," Jen said as the young ladies took a seat
on the edge of the bed.

"You look a little parched licky boy.  Did your chore wear out that
tongue of yours?" Jen inquired.

"It was my pleasure to lick the dirt from your pretty shoes Princess
Jen," i said.  "Thank you for the privledge."

The girls giggled as i abased myself before my princess.

"Are you thirsty?" she said popping the top of a can of soda.

"Oh yes Princess Jen."

That cold soda sure looked good.  Jen began to sip it, then said to
me:

"By all means have a drink licky boy," gesturing in the direction of
the large bowl of spit still quite full with over a quart of the goo.

i slithered as best i could to the bowl, knowing full well what Jen
expected of me.  Reaching the slop, i took a little sip, burning with
shame as i humiliated myself in front of these new coeds.  i felt
something on the back of my head and then my face was forced to the
bottom of the bowl.  i was up to my ears in the slime.  It was in my
eyes, and some was inhaled through my nose.

"Better drink up," i heard over the roar of laughter in the one ear
not completely covered.

i began slurping the thick, foul substance as fast as i could.
Several times i nearly chocked, but Jen just pressed down harder,
making it more difficult to drink.  Finally, turning blue in the face,
i reached the bottom and managed a breath.  Jen took her foot away,
and i lay face down in the bowl, panting for air.

"What do you have to say for yourself licky boy," Jen asked.

"Thank you Princess Jen," i muffled into the bottom of the bowl,
raising more hysterics from the audience.

"Get over here," Jen ordered.

i snaked my way to my princess.  Jen extended her beautiful leg and
made a point with her toe.  The tip of the maryjane touching the
ground inches in front of my face.  Reverently and with loving
adoration, i placed tender kisses to the toe of the pretty shoe,
paying homage to the reason for my existence.

"Wow," one of the girls said.  "Does he kiss ass too?"

Jen stood and turned her back to me.  She bent forward, flipped her
skirt onto her back, and began swaying her hips from side to side.  i
scrambled as fast as i could given my position, to get on my knees.  i
was mesmerized by the sight of Jen's fantastic ass.  Her pink cotton
panties moving hypnotically.  Jen looked back at me as i fixated on
her swaying ass.  My face glistened with the spittle and it soaked my
hair.

"You're to disgusting to kiss it now licky boy," she said as i groaned
in agony to the delight of the others.

"Perhaps you can smell, but don't get that filth on my pretty
panties."

i moved closer getting my nose as close as i could to the crack of
Jen's firm, heartshaped ass.  Suddenly Jen farted.  Impulsively i
inserted my nose as close as i could get it and inhaled her heady
fragrance.  My eyes closed as i reveled in the gift from my princess,
unconcerned by the disgust of my audience.

After the comotion died down, the two new girls got up to leave.

"Thank you so much for letting us observe your slave.  Do feel free to
bring him by the Gamma house anytime.  I think you will find we are
the only sorority worth pledging.  Especially for women of your
calibre.  You are both welcome anytime.  Bye bye licky boy," the girls
said as they left the room.

"Look at you, you're disgusting," Jen said lifting her feet as she sat
on the bed.  She then began smearing the spittle with the soles of her
shoes, rubbing it into my face and hair.  Treating me as little more
than a doormat.  Desparately i attempted to kiss her shoes as they
moved across my face.

"There, that's better," Jen giggled looking at my ludicrous
appearance.  By wiping her shoes on my spittle covered face, the dirt
from the soles was smeared all over it.  i looked like a street bum
who hadn't washed in weeks.

Jen removed the twine and ordered:

"Get dressed, but leave your fly open and I want the ribbons hanging
out."

i quickly did as my princess ordered and followed behind her as we
left the dorm room.  i did my best to hide behind Jen and Jamilar to
avoid letting people see the rediculous pink ribbons hanging out in
front of me.

"Two steps back and off to the side or I'll have you crawl," she
snapped.

"Yes Princess Jen," i said jumping back in quick compliance.

Of course she said this just as a large crowd of coeds were passing by
thus drawing their full attention.  i turned red with shame as they
all laughed at my humiliation.

We entered a coffee shop on campus, and the girls took a seat and sent
me to pick up some sparkling water and cake.  Shamefaced i went to the
counter to get the refreshments.  The coed behind the counter gave me
a disapproving look given the dirt on my face and ribbons hanging out
my fly.  i quickly paid for the food and made my way back to our
table.

On the way, to my horror, i spotted Jackie, reading a book at a table
not far from ours.  My heart was pounding with apprehension.  i
reached the table and it was evident the girls spotted Jackie as well
by their giggling.  i was going to pick a chair that would at least
put my back to Jackie when Jen kicked out another chair designed to
put me on full display.

Obediantly i took my seat.

"Would you like something to drink licky boy?" Jen said with a smirk
on her face.

i couldn't respond.

"You must be thirsty, and you bought three mineral waters," as the
girls laughed.

i was still silent.

Jamilar lifted her lovely leg and dropped it into my lap.  She began
caressing my cock with her heel.  It felt wonderful and the expression
on my face clearly revealed this to the world.  What if Jackie saw?

"Remove my shoe," Jamilar ordered.

How far did these vixens intend to go in humiliating me?  i knew i
needed to put a stop to this right now.  If Jackie saw me she would
surely tell Donna and i would never be able to recover my self respect
again.  i delayed, trying to speak out against this public scene.  i
just couldn't get myself to object.  What type of power did Jen
actually have over me?  Just how far could she take me?

Jamilar  stuck the spike of her heel into my ball sac and i gasped in
pain.  i was a bit to loud and it got Jackie's attention who was now
looking right at us.  Jamilar increased the pressure and twisted the
shoe.  The pain was clearly evidenced in my dirt streaked face, yet i
did nothing to stop the teen beauty who was enjoying my torment
imensely.

"Remove my shoe," she repeated.

If there was ever a question as to what i would do, it was erased by
the agony i just endured.  i was about to take the heel off when the
pain returned.

"Do it properly licky boy," Jamilar ordered.

She said it loud enough for Jackie to hear.  i was wholly degraded.
Without thinking i responded:

"Yes Miss Jamilar."

"Call me Royal Mistress Jamilar."

With only the dirt on my face to hide my shame i weakly complied, "Yes
Royal Mistress Jamilar."

Reverently i brought the heel up to my lips.  As if kissing a loved
one, i kissed the sole of the sexy shoe.  i caught the expression on
Jackie's face as i did.  It was one of total disgust.  i slid the heel
off and placed it on the table. 

i was the color of a ripe tomato as a result of my self abasement.
Jen opened one of the bottles and poured some into the heel.

"Pity we have no champange."

They each poured some for themselves, and Jen said:

"Down the hatch."

i lifted the sexy heel and my cock was straining in its confines
despite my utter degradation, or perhaps because of it.  i lifted it
to my lips as the girls burst out laughing.  Slowly i drank from the
heel, no longer caring who saw, as my arousal was so intense.  i
looked at Jackie and she just shook her head as if to say:

"You pathetic worm."

After shaking the last of the precious drops onto my eager tongue, i
gently kissed the tip of the shoe and placed it on the table.

"On your knees licky boy," Jamilar demanded.

i fell to the floor at her feet.

"I've been in these heels all day and my feet are tired, dirty and
fragrant.  Lets see you live up to your name.  Clean my foot," Jamilar
ordered.

i was being completely dehumanized.  She lifted her sexy leg and
traced my lips with her toes.  i forgot about all else as the rich
aroma of her stinky feet hit my senses.  i was in a state of pure
nirvana as my tongue reached out and tasted the acrid ambrosia.  Like
a hungry animal starved for a week i licked at her foot, searching
every nook and cranny for Jamilar's delicious crusty toe cheese.
Jamilar grabbed the ribbons hanging from my penis and started yanking
on them.  The pain only increased the ecstasy and i screamed out in
utter bliss as i came.  Spewwing jet after jet of cum.  Exhausted, i
grabbed Jamilar's foot, covering it with adoring kisses.

"Thank you, Thank you, Royal Mistress Jamilar," i pleaded , so
grateful for her treat, as i continued to love her foot.

"Clean up that mess licky boy," Jen ordered.

When Jamilar was tugging on the ribbons, she had pulled my cock out
through the open fly.  My massive orgasm was all over the filthy
floor.  It had to be the largest load i ever ejaculated.  Slowly i
bent to clean my mess.

"On your belly," Jen demanded.

i prostrated myself in front of these young coeds and began mopping
the floor with my tongue, eating my own seed.

"Take your time licky boy.  Jamilar and I have lots to talk about,"
Jen said as the girls giggled at the obsequious suplicant at their
feet.

As i pondered my debasement, i heard the sound of high heels clicking
on the tile floor.  The heels stopped inches in front of my face.  i
was in the middle of licking one puddle and looked up.  Jackie looked
down at my filthy face.  Thick cum covering my lips and outstretched
tongue.  She was the most beautiful woman i'd ever known and yesterday
she was almost my lover.

"You disgusting dog," was all she said.  She turned and walked away,
taking with her my former existence as a man.

TO BE CONTINUED

By:  SLAVE SHOELICKER