Message-ID: <6923eli$9801011738@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/6923.txt> From: b <b@ix.netcom.com> X-Good-Total-Length: yes Subject: little big's reposts.... Newsgroups: alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <34ABFE85.12FBC55B@ix.netcom.com> -- "The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four Americans is suffering from some form of mental illness. Think of your three best friends. If they are okay, then it's you." - Rita Mae Brown Subject: teen femdom part 1 From: teller@story.com (storyteller) Date: 1997/01/31 Message-Id: <5crelc$nd4@nntp1.best.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories My wife had passed away about a year and a half ago and my sex life had deteriorated to masterbation. Most of the time I utilized the ever growing collection of magazines and material that I would download from the internet. Occasionally I would be treated to a show by my next door neighbor's kid. Kim was a senior in high school and a real knockout. Her mother was japanese and had passed on a captivatung look to her daughter. On this particular friday, Kim had gotten home from school and was sunning herself in the backyard. I got out the binoculars and had a perfect bird's eye view from my bedroom window. She was wearing a white shirt with a short pleated skirt. She had on those white anklet socks and patent leather maryjanes that drove me wild. She stretched out in a lounge chair and I could see almost all her legs up to her underwear. She undid the maryjanes and I focused in on those legs and feet in the white anklets. After about thirty seconds I came in one of the best orgasms I've had in quite a while. As I took the binoculars away, I thought I saw Kim looking my way, but she must have been just looking around because she went back to reading her magazine as if nothing had happened. The portable phone she had with her rang and she disappeared into the house. A short time latter, while I was down in the kitchen, I noticed Kim driving off in her car. Out of curiosity I went back upstairs and sure enough she had left those maryjanes out in the back by the lounge chair. The fence seperating our yards was only 5 feet high and the area was pretty secluded. Besides I knew both her parents worked and wouldn't be home for hours. I was over the fence in seconds and found myself kneeling by the lounge chair. I picked up one of the shoes and brought it up to my nose. I inhaled the fragrance of her feet and the leather. Even though I had just masterbated less then an hour ago, I was rock hard again. I undid my pants to get at my dick and started wacking off. I started licking the laether of the shoe and imagining that Kim was still wearing them. As I began to lick the grit off the sole of the shoe I came again in another shuddering orgasm. After regaining my composure, I started to redo my pants when I noticed Kim on the other side of the sliding glass door. She had a camera and was clicking away taking my picture. Before I could move she closed the curtain and disappeared. I quickly got up and high tailed it back to my place. I didn't know exactly what to do now. What would Kim do? Would she tell her parents? Or worse, the police? There didn't seam to be anything I could do except wait and see. A couple of hours past and then the doorbell rang. My heart raced. I went to the door and peeked through the peep hole. It was Kim on the other side and she was alone. She rang the bell again and I thought perhaps I should talk to her to see if she had told anyone, and if not, maybe I could persuade her not to. I opened the door and she walked right in stating she had something to show me. She plopped the pictures down on the coffee table in the living room. There was dead silence. I didn't need to look, I knew what they were. "I've got the negatives tucked away" she stated. There she was in the same outfit as before, even the maryjanes. I was numb, frozen. Just then, she kneed me in the groin and pulled me down on top of her. She started yelling "get off, get off!" I was confused and in pain. She was the one who created the situation. I was struggling to get up, however she really got me good with her knee and the pain was somewhat paralyzing. I finally rolled off and Kim was talking to someone. I hadn't closed the front door and there was Kim's girlfriend Karen, camera in hand. Karen was gone as I struggled to my feet. What was going on here? I fell over on the couch still in a good deal of pain. Kim sat in the chair opposite me with a smirk on her face. She crossed her legs which caused the skirt to ride up high, and started swinging her leg. "What should we do now Mr. Conway? Do you have any suggestions? Rape is a very serious crime in this state." I started to stammer something unintelligible but my mind was swimming, I couldn't think clearly. Just then the doorbell rang again and Kim got up to get it. It was Karen, obviously she had put the camera away fo safe keeping. Karen was another knockout. Instead of the exotic look that Kim portrayed, Karen was a blond haired blue eyed beauty who was captain of the cheerleading squad. She was dressed in a close fitting turtleneck that accentuated her perfect breasts, tight jeans to show off her incredibly shaped butt, and saddle shoes. Even though I had come twice in the lst four hours, my dick was stirring again at the sight of these two young beauties. "Come in and make yourself comfortable, Karen," Kim said. "We were just about to discuss what to do about this sudden turn of events. How about it Mr. Conway, are you willing to discuss this matter or would you like us to leave and take it up with someone else, the police perhaps?" "No don't do that! I'm sure we can discuss this and resolve it without bringing anyone else into the picture. Things have gotten a little out of hand. After all nothing really happened except perhaps I tresspassed on your property." "Well thats not what the evidence suggests. I can see this might not be that easy," Kim said. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable in the present sitaution, after all it's quite apparent that you are a sex maniac. I think we need to change the circumstances here if we are to continue to try and resolve this." "Just what do you have in mind Kim, I see no reason why we can't continue." There was no way I could let her leave and take this to someone else. "Well I need to feel Karen and I are safe before we continue. Do you have anr rope?" I didn't like the way this was going-- "ah yes perhaps there is some in the garage, but..." "Go and get it, we will wait here." "But..." "GO AND GET IT, OR WE ARE LEAVING TO TAKE THIS UP WITH SOME PEOPLE WHO WUOLD FIND THIS INTERESTING" Kim ordered. I quickly got up and did as she said. I returned with the rope and Kim had me get on my knees and place my hands behind my back. I was becoming real adept at complying with her orders. After she tied my hands and feet together she said we could continue the "conversation." "Alright Mr. Conway, you've done a terrible thing and you must suffer the consequences." It was apparent that there was no need for me to join in this discussion as Kim was going to dictate the terms of my "punishment." She again took up her seat and began swinging her leg. I was staring at her foot as it moved back and forth. My penis had grown to full length and it was extremely uncomfortable as there was nothing I could do to relieve the discomfort caused by the awkward position. Somehow I think she knew, as she continued. "Since you are in no position to argue," she continued, "you will agree to whatever I say the punishment should be to fit your crime." "Well?" Kim asked. I had gotten caught up staring at her foot. The maryjane and the white anklet were driving me way beyond distraction and I didn't know she had expected a response from me. Before I could respond, she continued "Okay perhaps you need some time to ponder what would be worse. But understand me I will take this to the police if necessary and I do believe you will be a very old man before you see the free world again. Come on Karen, lets make ourselves at home while Conway dear thinks this over." I couldn't see what they were doing, but I decided to let things progress at Kim's pace and wait for her to return. She was probably in the kitchen getting something to drink. About fifteen minutes later they returned. Kim had a bunch of papers in her hand. She had gone upstairs and my heart began to pound again. It looks like she found my stash of femdom stories that I kept in my nitestand drawer. She took up her seat in front of me as I continued to be forced to kneel in this awkward position. She said nothing and I said nothing. Again I was mesmerized by her foot as it comenced swinging. "It appears that I will have to reevaluate the situation" she declared, "come along Karen, lets think this over while we get something for dinner." "Hey what about the ropes?" I asked as it was clear they were leaving. "Oh they will still be here when we get back" as they both laughed their way out the door. I slithered along as best I could to see what it was she was reading. It was one of my favorite stories that I had picked up. About a guy who remarries a woman with an eighteen year old daughter. The daughter eventually converts the guy into her complete slave. She rules him totally. She is extremely sadistic and demanding and he is so captivated by her that he can refuse her nothing and there is nothing that he wouldn't do if she commands it. He eventually gets divorced to become the complete slave to the daughter. He becomes so enslaved that he ceases to have a life outside of his slavery to this wicked femdom. Just what Kim was going to make of all this I didn't know. Jeese, why the hell did I have to climb that fence. What had I gotten myself into? End of part one---to be continued---post comments [Previous] [Next] [Current Results] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Article 33 of 67 Subject: teen femdom part 2 From: teller@story.com (storyteller) Date: 1997/01/31 Message-Id: <5crels$nd4@nntp1.best.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories About two hours had past and it must have been near 9:30 in the evening. I was beginning to wonder if Kim an Karen were coming back. Perhaps they had had enough fun and games and were going to leave things as they were. Now all I would have to do is get out of these ropes and hope the whole affair would fade away. Just as I was getting my hopes up they returned with several packages. They completely ignored me as they made themselves at home. It was clear they were concocting something. They each called their parents and said they would be spending the weekend over the others house. Apparently this was pretty routine as they had no trouble arranging to spend the nite doing whatever the had in mind. Kim returned to her chair sipping a diet soda and began swinging her foot once again. "My my, just what are we going to do with you." She picked up the stories that were on the coffee table and started sifting through them. "Just what role do you see yourself playing in these stories?" Kim asked as Karen laughed. "There seems to be only one role for you in each one," as she continued to flip through the stories. My heart was pounding again and I was just to dumbfounded to respond to her. Just then her foot stopped moving. I noticed instantly as of course I hadn't been able to take my eyes off it. "I tell you what we are going to do" she started to say, "your punishment for your vile acts will be this, and if you don't agree to comply fully and wholeheartedly in every way, we will leave right now and let the chips fall where they may when the authorities find out about the attempted rape. You will become my slave, my complete slave. You will do whatever I say whenever I say it. You will not even think about disobeying any order I give you. I will expect you to comply with my orders immediatly and without hesitation. If you agree to do this for however long I decide the arrangement will last, when I decide I am through with you i will give you the negatives and set you free. You must now decide. If you agree to all of the terms I have set out, slither along on your belly and lick the sole of my shoe." I couldn't decide if I had died and gone to heaven or hell as this was one of my ultimate fantasies. I just never imagined it would happen in real life, and I'm not sure that I really ever wanted it to be more than a fantasy. Regardless, I had absolutely no bargaining power and had to comply since life behind bars was unimaginable. I slithered as best I could as I could here Karen laughing in the background. My dick nearly exploded as I reached her shoe and contorted myself into a position to lick the sole which she was not about to move and make easy for me. I licked for about two minutes when Kim got up and walked away. I noticed that Karen had been filming the whole affair on video. "Now I'm going to remove the ropes but I want you to remain on your knees. You are never to move or speak unless I direct you to. Any infraction of the rules will result in severe punishment. You will refer to me as Godess Kim and Karen will be refered to as Lady Karen." She undid the ropes and left me kneeling there. Suddenly I realized that I hadn't had anything to eat or drink for quite some time but I had no means to communicate this to Godess Kim under the rules that I had to obey. Kim went into one of the bags that she came in with and pulled out what was clearly a contraption to put on my cock. "Strip, but remain on your knees." I hesitated for just a split second and Kim went back into the bag and pulled out a riding crop. "Bend over the coffee table and stick your ass in the air, and you better be quick about it or your punishment will be more severe. I had gotten m pants down to my ankles as she was getting the crop, so I was bare assed. Also, Karen, who was filming the whole thing was laughing at the fact that I was apparently enjoying all this since my dick had gone to full mast. I had fantasized many times about getting caned by a femdom but I wasn't sure how it would be in a real situation. I could only hope it would be as good as my experience licking Kim's shoe, which was beyond the pleasure of anything I had dreamed of. "You will count out loud and thank me between each stroke." Whap!!! The pain was emence. It was obvious that Kim was going to hold nothing back. I sucked in my breath from the sting of the blow. Suddenly two more blows in quick succession. "I told you to count and thank me between each stroke" "Three," I yelled, "thank-you Godess Kim, may I have another" "We will start over from the beginning and see if you can get it right this time. I sure hope you are not learning disabled for your sake." Whap!!! "One! Thank-you Godess Kim, may I have another." Whap!!! "Two! Thank-you Godess Kim, may I have another." Whap!!! "Three! Thank-you Godess Kim, may I have another." Kim kept the strokes coming with what felt like all her strength. The pain was unreal yet I was aroused beyond belief. "Kim, don't you think you should take it easy?" Karen asked from behind the camcorder. "Karen you are not to advise me in the treatment of my slave. if you can't stomach it, you are free to leave. Well slaveboy would you like me to go a little easier on you?" "Whatever would make you happy Godess Kim." "Well maybe you are not as slow a learner as I thought." Whap!!! "Four! Thank-you Godess Kim, may I have another." "Oh no, after that interuption we start all over from one now." Whap!!! "One! Thank-you Godess Kim, may I have another." This continued up to ten strokes. I was sure to be bruised for a month, and sitting was going to be very difficult. I slid off the table on to the floor, totally spent. "Look at that," Karen exclaimed, "he gooed all over the table!" "What do you have to say for yourself" The beating had really taken its toll on me and I was extremely thirsty. "Please Godess Kim, may I have some water, I haven't had anything to drink for several hours." "You want a drink?" she flashed the crop at me, "Drink up that mess you made on the table. Be sure to capture this for posterity Karen." Who had stopped filming momentarily. Knowing full well that any hesitation would not go over well, I quickly and greedily lapped up the mess. It was the first time I had eaten cum and while the taste was unappealing, the fact that Kim had ordered me to eat it made it extremely appealing. "There now are we still thirsty?" "Yes Godess Kim." "Tilt your head back." Kim made a snorting sound like she was sucking the snot from her nasal passages into her throat. She then glanced at Karen to ensure she was filming the whole thing. She got about three inches above my face, her hair gently brushing the side of my cheeks. I knew to open my mouth, and she slowly let one of the biggest goobers I have seen ooze its way onto my tongue. I closed my eyes and savored it like a fine wine. "Now slave I want you to show me you appreciation for the kindnest I have shown you." I crawled over to the chair in which she was sitting and lost myself in the extasy as I licked her shoe. Kim beamed a smile over at Karen as she knew she had totally broken me and I had become her complete slave, just like the one she read about in the story just hours ago. I had no idea where this would all lead. End of part 2 to be continued---post comments [Previous] [Next] [Current Results] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Article 43 of 67 Subject: Repost story: teen femdom part3 From: teller@story.com (storyteller) Date: 1997/01/31 Message-Id: <5crf2s$nd4@nntp1.best.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories "O.K. now, off with the rest of your clothes, you have some new things to wear." Kim stated, and I knew that she expected quick and total compliance. In no time I was naked and on my knees before her. She took the cock and ball harness and affixed it to the base of my cock and around my balls, splitting them into two tight sacs. Next she took a thin rawhide cord and attached it to the harness. The cord was about 4-5 feet long. She gave a quick tug and I yelped from the pain that shot through me. Kim just glared my way to let me know to keep my mouth shut. The next article of "clothing" was a studded collar. This she just handed to me and I dutyfully placed it around my neck. "That's all for now slave, are you still thirsty?" "Yes, Godess Kim." I replied. "Well go into the kitchen and get a big bowl and fill it with as much water as you would like to drink." I was about to get up when Kim stopped me and said, "Around here you will stay on your knees at all times unless you need to get up to comply with an order that you receive from me." I crawled in from the kitchen carrying a bowl of water. "Place it between my feet." Kim directed, "Now undo the buckle on my shoes, but be sure to do it properly." I wasn't exactly sure what she meant by properly, and was in no mood to ask without permission to speak, so I lowered myself down to the level of her shoes and very tenderly kissed her right shoe as if it were a lover on the first night you fell in love. After several passionate kisses I felt a tug on the cord, and the pain in my cock and balls told me it was time to move on. I carefully undid the buckle, kissing it both before and after, and then gingerly slid the shoe from her foot. I kissed it before I put it down, breathing in the wonderous oder that the leather and foot sweat combined to make. "Smell my foot" Kim ordered to my utmost delight. I lowered my head and began inhaling the fragrance which was utterly intoxicating. My cock was straining at the harness which now dug into the base of my cock. "I've gone about two or three days in these socks so they must be pretty rank by now. How do they smell slave?" Kim asked. "They smell far more lovely than the sweetest rose" I exclaimed as both Karen and Kim bust out in laughter. "That's enough with that foot," as she took it away and placed it in the bowl. "On to the next one." I repeated the process of long loving kisses to her left shoe as her right foot soaked in the water. After she tired of the attention I was extolling to her left foot she gave a tug on the cord to signal we were to move on. She lifted her right foot out of the water and let it drip over the bowl. "Carefully remove my sock and don't spill any water." I did as told and awaited further instructions. "Place the sock in your mouth and suck it clean." The white anklet still had some salty sweat in it and I was in heaven with the tasks Kim was assigning. I must have leaked a pint of pre-cum and I'm sure I would have exploded if it weren't for the cock harness digging into the base of my cock. "O.K. Karen, let me have the camcorder and take a seat on the couch. Slave, time to start paying homage to our little cheerleader here. Same treatment as before, and don't let me see you cutting corners." I crawled over to the lovely blond cheerleader and started passionately kissing her saddle shoes. Karen giggled quite a bit as I made love to her shoes, but I knew I had to perform no less a humbling and humiliating task with Karen as I had with Kim. The whole purpose of this was my total degradation and humiliation. It was unbelievable that I could find this utter humiliation so sexually stimulating. Karen's socks were pale pink lacey anklets. She had worn them for cheerleading practice and once again I was lost in complete nirvana at the task I was performing. The smell was even more pungent than Kim's feet. I would have gladly smelled her feet for hours more, however Kim had other plans, and after Karen had soaked her feet in the bowl, it was time to move on. "Slave, time for you to drink, but first we must spice it up." Kim snorted out another thick goobery load of saliva, flem, and snot. After this she had Karen do the same until they had each spit half a dozen times into the bowl. Kim gave a tug on the cock leash and pulled me towards the mixture that had once been water but was now a cloudy, milky, gooey liquid. "No hands, and you are to drink your way down to the bottom of the bowl without spilling a drop. Then suck the slop out of the socks until they are practically dry." Kim and Karen took off and left me to my task. My hands and feet were no longer tied so I was free to do anything I pleased, and yet they may as well have been bound as tight as could be because I had developed an insatiable appetite for degradation and humiliation at the hands and feet of these two beautiful teen vixens. I was ready to comit to slavery forever at their feet. Somehow, I think Kim had grasped all of this long before I did. My cock strained at its bounds once again as I slurped up the gooey slime floating on the surface of the mixture. Because it was so thick, I was able to suck off almost the entire flemmy goo off the surface in one gulp. My mouth was filled to practically overflowing with the slimey goo, yet I held it in my mouth for quite some time, tasteing and basking in my humiliation once again. Just then I noticed that the camcorder had been left on to record my actions. I wondered how Kim would react to the performance I had just given that could not have been any better if it had been supervised by the crop? end of part 3--to be continued---post comments [Previous] [Next] [Current Results] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Article 32 of 67 Subject: story: teen femdom part 4 From: teller@story.com (storyteller) Date: 1997/01/31 Message-Id: <5cremr$nd4@nntp1.best.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories "O.K. thats about enough for one night, grab that package over there and bring it up to the bedroom." Kim ordered. I crawled over and dragged the package up the stairs to the bedroom. I was not quite prepared for what awaited me when I got there. Karen was standing there brushing her long blond hair in nothing but flimsy hot pink panties and one of my tee shirts that she had cut to barely cover her breasts. Kim was in white cotton panties, and had only a sports bra on top. After gawking for a minute or so, Kim ordered me to bring her the package as she sat on the bed. She took out handcuffs and anklecuffs and she quickly affixed them on me. Next, she took a chain with clasps at both ends. She attached one end to the ring on my studded collar, and the other to the ring on the cock harness. The chain was extremely short and I had to hunch over as far as I could for Kim to attach it to my harness. Then she attached the handcuffs to the anklecuffs. I was now contorted into a position where I was sitting on my heels with my head pulled down into my thighs. There was almost no room for movement unless I was willing to risk castration. Karen was once again filming my humiliation to capture it for future display. Meanwhile, she took the tape that had recorded my drinking scene downstairs and set it up to play on the bedroom TV. Kim kicked me over on my side and told me to enjoy the show. They rewound the tape to the spot where they went upstairs and left me with orders to drink. Kim and Karen got into my(?) bed and started the tape. They burst out with laughter as they watched me humiliate myself on my own with niether one there. Karen could not believe the look of total extasy on my face as I savored the gooey flemmy slime before swallowing. It appeared that Kim had made a friendly bet with Karen that i would humiliate myself no less so if they were not there, and the proof was on the camera. "You are right Kim, he really is your tota slave. I can't believe you were able to do this in less then a day." It was hard for me to believe as well, but there was no doubt that Karen was right, I was Kim's total slave. They shut off the tape, and turned out the lights, and I thought they were going to bed, until I heard the sounds of some hot and heavy action taking place up above. They were obviously treating themselves to numerous orgasms while I was left with a rock hard cock for which there would be no relief tonight. So I drifted off to a painful and fitfull sleep given the bound position I had been left in. Saturday morning arrived and I had hopes of being released from my bonds. The girls awoke around 8:30 and started mulling around. They took showers and dressed in yesterday's clothes. Kim released me and told me to take a shower and be quick about it. As quickly as I could, I showered, shaved and dressed. ThenI crawled down the stairs to greet the teens. "What are you doing with clothes on?" Kim asked angrily, "You are not to have clothes on in this house unless told to." Needless to say I was stripping as fast as I could. On my knees I crawled over and rested my head on the floor in front of Kim's feet. "You may beg my forgiveness." With every ounce of sincerity I could muster I pleaded for forgiveness from Kim, promising that I was doing my best to comply with her every wish and that I would try as though my life depended on it to please her in ways that she couldn't yet imagine. Ii would struggle to perform for her exactly as she wanted without her even having to ask. "I will overlook this transgretion just this once only because I am in a hurry and I don't want to work up a sweat beating your ass. However rest assured that should I feel like punishing you later you have merely been granted a short reprieve. Now show me gratitude for the mercy I have bestowed on you. Once again I prostated myself before this amazing girl and kissed her shoes as if there was no tommorrow, which there might not be if she was not completely satisfied with my performance. She tilted her shoe slightly and I was able to stuggle to lick her soles, abasing myself once again as Karen recorded the moment. Without my cock harness on, the degradation I was feeling while licking her soul sent me over the edge as I came on the kitchen floor. "Enough," Kim stated, as she kicked me away. Observing the mess I made, she smiled and spit right in the middle of it. "On your back!" I rolled on my back and she proceeded to step in the goo and then on my face. I hungrily lapped at her shoe until she was satisfied the slop was all gone. The collar and cock harness were then attached along with the cock leash. I was then allowed to put my clothes back on. I had to leave my fly open an inch or so to allow the leash to pass through. "Now Karen and I both celebrtated our 18th birthday last week and it's time for you to take us out and get us a present. So get your money and credit cards together, lets go I'm hungry and we are going to stop at the diner for breakfast first" I was back in a flash, and crawled out to the Infiniti in the garage where the girls were waiting. On the way to the diner, Kim tugged on the leash and rested her feet in my lap. From the back seat Karen rubbed her saddle shoes all over my head. I was in heaven once again but the cock harness was preventing any relief from the torment. We stopped at a red light and a car pulled up beside us. As the couple looked over at us, Kim raised her foot and said "Lick it" while tugging on the cock leash. I knew better then to delay and began licking Kim's sole right in front of this couple. Karen was laughing hysterically from the back at the situation. "I can't imagine what you will have him doing after a week." Karen said as we continued to the diner. Once there, Kim led me from the car by the leash, thankfully I was allowed to walk instead of crawl. We were showed a table and all was well as Kim ordered for me and we awaited the food. She ordered me oatmeal and when it came, declared it to hot. She pulled the bowl over to her side and Karen and Kim took turns spitting in it much to the disbelief of the people at the table across from us. "Would you like it mixed in?" she asked. "No thank-you Godess Kim." I repied. She gave me the bowl back and I carefully scraped the spittel off the top and once again savored it like it was a feast for a king. The other table was now a mix between disgust and laughter. I was about to take a drink when I felt a tug that told me to stop. Kim took my glass along with hers, and headed to the bathroom with Karen. They returned shortly and placed the two glasses in front of me. "Since I thought you might be thirsty I brought you two." "Thank you Godess Kim." I reached out for one of the glasses containing what I knew to be her golden nectar. "I can never thank you enough for the privledge you now bestow on me Godess Kim." I closed my eyes and slowly drank her waste product as if it were a rare wine. The other table was just about over the edge when Kim took a spoonful of the slop, crossed her legs so one was hanging slightly out in the aisle, and plopped the slop right on the patent leather of her maryjane. Without hesitation, I got out from me seat, knelt before my goddess and begged for permission to clean her shoe. After several humbling efforts to convince her, Kim granted me permission to clean her shoe. I returned to the table and washed it down with the other glass of her precious fluid. Finished, Kim now led me by the leash out of the diner. end of part 4---to be continued---post comments [Previous] [Next] [Current Results] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Article 49 of 67 Subject: Repost story: teen femdom part 5 From: teller@story.com (storyteller) Date: 1997/01/31 Message-Id: <5crf3f$nd4@nntp1.best.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories We left the diner and headed off to the Stanford shopping mall. Kim was quiet on the drive, perhaps reflecting on the public events that had just taken place. It seemed as if she were born for the role of dominatrix. She had taken to it almost immediatly and now seemed to actually relish her new position. She was looking for more and more ways to demonstrate her control and power over me. I, on the other hand, could not believe how strong my desire to submit to her had become. I had never experienced anything approaching the level of sexual arousal I derived from my submission. Maybe it was the fact that her domination was no game. In any case, we were discovering that we were perfect for the roles we were taking. In fact, they weren't roles, it was as if we found are calling in life. I had always fantasized about submission, but I never thought I would actually enjoy the real life experience. Now I was discovering the real thing was pleasure beyond anything my wildest fantasies had ever produced. I wondered how far this would all take me, and where it would end. Was Kim having some of these same thoughts? We arrived at the posh shopping mall and I walked behind the girls as Kim held my leash. The thin rawhide was not that noticeable but occasionally someone would notice and snicker at my predicament. The shame I felt when they discovered my plight stirred my cock to total arrousal. Damn the cock harness biting into the base of my cock. This ever present arousal however, caused a constant stream of pre-cum to leak out making the choice of my light tan pants a poor one. The stain would only draw attention to the leash. I was helpless however, in controlling my arousal. As we strolled along, Kim was discussing that she needed to come up with a name for me. Mr. Conway simply would not do. She felt that perhaps Slave Shoelicker would be appropriate, and so I became Mr. Slave Shoelicker. The girls enjoyed their fun, talking about me as if I wasn't there, but now it was time to shop. In honor of my new name, we first stopped in a shoe store. Kim picked out several different styles of maryjanes, both patent and mat finish in black, white, and even a pink pair she found in her size. She also picked out a pair of leather keds for comfort around the house. Karen, on the other hand, picked out several varieties of the saddle shoes she enjoyed, in black/white, red/white, pink/white, green/white and yellow/white. Karen also went for some spiked heels, and strappy sandals. As the girls were trying on the shoes, Kim would occasionally ask "Would you enjoy licking the dirt off these shoes Slave Shoelicker?" This of course was said right in front of the sales woman for proper effect. I would always respond "Yes Goddess Kim." At least the sales woman was discrete and would just smile and shake her head. When she found out that we would be buying all twenty or so pairs that the girls tried on, she was a little more impressed. The next stop was a Victoria Secret type store. Kim's tastes were rather simple. Only cotton panties and socks. She did however pick up several pairs of anklets in a variety of colors. Karen once again went with a more sophisticated style. Frilly anklets, thigh highs, silks, nylon, and nite clothes. Karen had model looks, and could wear anything or nothing and rate a top ten in anyones opinion. The sales woman remarked several times that she knew an agent who would be interested in meeting her if she was interested in modelling. The sales woman also noticed the leash that Kim was holding and asked if I was her dog. "Oh no, he doesn't rate that high, he is Slave Shoelicker." Noticing the growing pre-cum stain the woman remarked "Is he under control?" Kim crossed her legs and gently started swinging her foot. I felt a tight tug on the leash and fell to my knees in front of my Goddess. I lowered my head to the floor below her swinging foot. "Do you have anything to say slave?" Kim asked. "Please allow me the priviledge of abasing myself at your feet, Goddess Kim. I would consider it the greatest honor if you would allow me to lick the dirt from your shoe. There is no more joyful act that I could hope to perform in my worthless life then to perform this honor for you." Kim tugged on the leash and I contorted myself to get at the sole of her shoe which was barely six inches off the ground. Once again I was lost in the ecstasy that this humiliating act brought about. The experience was orgasmic even though I was prevented from cumming by my cock harness. I dont know how long this scene went on, but a tug on the leash brought me out of my trance and it was time to leave. Karen spent over 1000 dollars on her own here. As we continued to stroll the mall the girls were talking amongst themselves about how far they could go before my credit limit ran out. Karen wanted to ask, but Kim was unconcerned. We stopped in several other stores and spent several thousand more when Kim decide it was time to leave. Karen wanted to continue, as it appeared she could shop all day and night. It was agreed they would stop in one more store before we left. Karen picked a jewelery store. After browsing around for a while Kim came up with an idea. "Slave Shoelicker, since we are here in honor of our 18th birthdays, you will decide what to buy us here." Karen was immediatly disappointed. She felt she would be cheated out of a real coupe. I decided to start with Karen. I knew her tastes were sophisticated and expensive. When I picked out The diamond stud earings for three thousand dollars, her eyes lit up and she gasped. While she and Kim were admiring the earings I picked out a ruby, emerald and diamond tennis bracelet that went for twenty-five thousand. Karen was flabergasted as she hugged Kim. She was immediatly talking about evening wear she needed to get so she could wear the bracelet. She even hinted that I might be entitled to a reward for my choice, but Kim cut her off on that topic. Now I must decide for Kim. This would be a little more difficult. I didn't want to disappoint her, yet she did not have expensive tastes. After looking around for a while I selected a simple gold ankle bracelet. With my heart pounding with apprehension I held out the bracelet for Kim to see. A slight smile crossed her lips, and she moved her foot forward and pointed her toe in a dancers pose. I sank to my knees and kissed her shoe, my face almost to the ground. I kissed her foot several times as I was in no hurry. Perhaps because she was pleased she allowed me to continue placing loving kisses on her shoe. Not wanting to carry on beyond the honor Kim bestowed, I moved back slightly, still bent over practically lying on the floor at her feet, and put the bracelet on. I boldly took the liberty and kissed her ankle, the highest point that I had ever achieved. I backed away and lowered my forehead to the ground at her feet. She left me there while she and Karen admired the bracelet, then tugged the leash and it was time to leave. On the way home we stopped at an exercise equipment store. I had a stairmaster at home, but Kim decided we needed two so they could both exercise at the same time. once at home the girls decided to head back to their houses to get some necessary things for the rest of the weekend. Before leaving, Kim attached the handcuffs and anklecuffs, and attached my collar to my cock harness with the short link chain causing me to ball up on the floor. She then took her socks off and stuffed them in my mouth. She placed her maryjane over my nose and tied it in place. This was sure to keep me in total aroused frustration until they returned. "Don't get into any trouble while we're gone." Karen joked as they left. end of part 5---to be continued?maybe---post comments [Previous] [Next] [Current Results] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Article 21 of 67 Subject: story: teen femdom part6 From: teller@story.com (storyteller) Date: 1997/02/07 Message-Id: <5df13r$o85$1@nntp2.ba.best.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Once again I was bound helpless, unable to move. There was no telling when the girls would return. This time provided a great opportunity to contemplate things, for lack of anything else to do to occupy the time. I tried to think about where I was in my life, where I had been, and where my life was going. Just a short time ago I was married, with a kid on the way. My pregnant wife was killed on a business trip by a lousy package delivery truck driver. I had come to terms with the loss, and the settlement netted me 6.5 million. I was a savy investor and had turned that into 9 million with the bull markets run. I had a great job at a silicon valley firm that paid well. I had everything I needed except a woman companion, but I couldn't quite see any woman taking my wife's place. I don't think I could start over in an equal relationship. I had always had submissive desires but no real ambition to persue them while I was happily married. Perhaps because I could never replace my wife, these submissive tendensies grew over the last year. Still, I would never had persued them outside of a fantasy life until yesterday. Which leads me to my current situation. There was no doubt that Kim had struck a nerve in me. I had never experienced sexual pleasure anywhere remotely close to the hieghts that I reached in the last day with Kim. The level of intensity was way beyond anything I could imagine a day ago. Yet I don't think it was who Kim was but what she was that had struck the nerve. Yes she was beautiful, but I had plenty of opportunities with beautiful women in the last year and none of that interested me. There certainly were more beautiful women apenty yet I knew no one would ever take me where Kim had. Which leads me to where my life is going. I wondered exactly how much control I actually had over my life now. I felt that I really had the ultimate control over my life, and I would be able to put it back to where it was just as soon as Kim was satisfied I had paid my pennance. But was I kidding myself? Had I lost control over the destiny of my life? Here I was, bound, a pair of dirty socks stuffed in my mouth, and a shoe attached to my face. The fragrance of Kim's feet constantly on my mind. The result of which was the most incredible hard on I could imagine. Would anybody who had any hope of gaining control of their life allow themselves to be in this position. In fact, I had a continuous hard on since I agreed to be Kim's slave. Was I loosing control of my life to my dick? The girls returned with their stuff and some chinese food. It was late afternoon and I hadn't eaten lunch. They decided to eat in the kitchen and Kim came into the livingroom to unhook the chain connecting my collar to my cock harness. "Come to dinner" she said. But she left my handcuffs attached to my anklecuffs. This made it very difficult to move, so I wormed my way to the kitchen. Karen laughed as I came around the corner with the shoe attached to the middle of my face. "Are we hungry Mr. Shoelicker? Today you are also shoe sniffer. Oh looks like the cats got your tongue, or is it the socks?" Karen mused. Kim got up and removed the shoe and socks. I bent down and commenced passionately kissing the maryjane that was now beside me. "It's as if thats the most precious object in the world" Karen giggled. Kim put the bowl down on the floor with a mixture of rice with chicken and broccoli. "Would you care for something to drink?" "Yes, Goddess Kim" Kim raised her pleated skirt and lowered her white cotton panties. She squatted over the bowl and let out a stream of pee. Evidently she hadn't gone to the bathroom for quite some because it was pungent and she went on so long she filled the bowl and it spilled onto the floor. She sat back down and remarked "I appear to have soiled some on my shoes." With my cuffed hands attached to my cuffed feet, I slithered along on my belly till I reached Kim's shoes. Her legs wre stretched out and crossed at the ankles, giving me a good angle from my position flat on my belly with legs bent back at the knees to meet my hands. "Goddess Kim, may I please be granted the honor of cleaning your shoes." "Yes you may but be quick about it." I lapped at her shoes as quickly as I could, careful though to ensure that nothing was missed. I wanted those shoes to shine as brite as they were when Kim wore them out of the store this morning. It was apparent that my bonds would not be released for me to eat, so I wormed my way back to the bowl licking up every drop of Kims golden wine along the way. The pleasure was once again unreal. To be on my belly, on the floor, in front of my Goddess, lapping up her bodily waste, was pleasure beyond description Even with the cock harness attached, I felt as though I were experiencing multiple orgasm. I felt just the way one feels the split moment before ejaculation, only the feeling continued on and on because the harness prevented release. I moved to the bowl, slowly drinking my way down to the food, lost in my ecstacy. I was brought back to reality by Kim who was undoing my bonds. I was to be given a reprieve to allow me to clean up after dinner. The girls went to relax in the livingroom. Just then the doorbell rang. It was around five o'clock and I wondered who it might be. Kim got the door and apparently was letting someone in. It was the fella delivering the stairmaster. She was telling him to take it to the den which would take him right by the kitchen. I was in a panic. I could slip out into the garage, but what would Kim think? I was under orders to clean the kitchen and I must follow them completely and without hesitation or risk the crop, or worse. He I was, naked except for the slave collar and the cock harness and leash. My dick was sticking straight up leaking pre-cum, and my balls were separated and protruding in an unnatural way due to the harness. I looked rediculous. There he was, he stopped dead in his tracks. "Who is that?" directed at Kim which was lucky since I am forbidden to talk. "That is Slave Shoelicker." Kim replied. Ha ha ha. "Does he lick shoes?" "Among other things" Kim said matter of factly. "Can I see him do it?" "He hasn't earned the priviledge to lick my shoes at this time but, Karen, do you think Slave Shoelicker is deserving enough to lick your shoes?" Kim asked. "Well, if he begs me and grovels in just the right way, I may let him." Karen said. My heart racing yet again, I got down on my belly and slithered into the livingroom. Karen was on the couch wearing a clingy pink top that exposed her perfect stomach, tight hot pink shorts, and frilly pink anklets to match the pink/white saddle shoes. Her long blond hair was back in a pony tail held in place by a pink velvet scrunchie. To put it mildly, she looked like the most desirable woman alive today. Prostrate before her, I begged her to allow me the great honor of licking her shoes. The delivery guy was hysterical as I abased myself to a new low. After a few minutes of pleading for the priviledge, Karen relented and said I could clean the soles. Closing my eyes to drink in all the fantastic stimulation this degrading act sent through my sensory system, I humbled myself before this beautiful woman. I licked as though her sole was the sweetest ice cream in the world. Savoring the pleasure shockwaves that came with each lick. Although this might have been viewed as even more hilarious then the begging scene, the man was no longer laughing. Kim directed him to complete his delivery and leave as I continued licking Karen's shoes. Kim shut the door behind the delivery man who didn't utter a word on the way out, and returned to the living room. "Well it looks like you have become the envy of the delivery force Slave Shoelicker." "Did you see the hard on he got when Slave Shoelicker started making love to my shoes?" Karen asked. "No doubt he would have traded places without a moments hesitation" Kim remarked. The girls relaxed in the living room while I continued, lost in my own world of ecstacy grovelling before this trully beautiful woman. Kim congradulated Karen for the way in which she controlled me in front of the delivery man. It was her first real attempt at exercising her control over me, and she was going to be a fast learner. end of part 6---to be continued---post comments [Previous] [Next] [Current Results] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Article 46 of 67 Subject: story: teen femdom part7 From: teller@story.com (storyteller) Date: 1997/01/31 Message-Id: <5ctnd6$2a7@nntp1.best.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories It was just after six o'clock, and Kim decided to take a bath in the jacuzzi tub. She headed upstairs to the master bath and called after me, "Come along Slave Shoelicker, and be quick about it." Before I tore myself away from Karen's shoes, I knew I needed to thank her for allowing me to spend such a long time licking the soles of her lovely new saddle shoes. "Lady Karen, I am most grateful to you that you should be so considerate and grace me with the heavenly task of suplicating myself before your feet. I only hope that someday I may be worthy of such an honor, for I know now that the priviledge is only granted by virtue of your infinite kindness." I placed one adoring kiss to the very tip of her shoe and squirmed away on my belly. "You have done well today, and have come a long way in the past 24 hours. I believe even your Goddess may be somewhat pleased. However, she will expect continued improvement in your performance or you will regret the day you were born. For I'm sure you have seen she is capable of extreme cruelty if disappointed in the least." Karen cautioned. I crawled as fast as I could up the stairs to the master bath. Kim was sitting in the wicker chair reading one of the femdom papers from my stash. I lay before her, my head down at her feet. "These so called mistresses are far to leanient and allow way to much leway in a so called slave's behavior. I hope you don't think you would get away with behaving as the men in these articles do. I can assure you that any transgretion on your part will result in punishment so severe you will never forget it. I regret that I let you off so easy in the caning you received yesterday. I can promise you that next time I will show no mercy." I knew Kim meant every word she said. Perhaps she went easy yesterday because she was so new to her new position in life, perhaps only because I was so new and had much to learn of what was expected. Either way, I knew full well that she would follow through with her promise and the thought of further punishment at her hands brought shudders of fear to mind. I believe she even noticed me quiver as I lay at her feet. "Run the bath." Kim ordered. Quickly I was kneeling over the bath and beginning the preparation. Kim handed me the expensive bubble bath that she purchased at the mall today. Once I was satisfied the water was set just right I returned to my goddess' feet. "You will undress me for my bath, slave." I rose to my knees to look at my Goddess. She was dressed in the same clothes she had on when she walked through my front door yesterday. A white shirt, a short pleated skirt, white anklets, and patent leather maryjanes. The only addition was the simple ankle bracelet that I picked out for her today. She looked every bit the innocent schoolgirl, if an amazingly stunning one at that. No one could possibly fathem that behind this innocent facade lived a girl capable of extreme wickedness and cruelty. There was a new aura developing around her. Her face portrayed this supreme aire of arrogant confidence that made it irresistable. She held herself as a woman with no peers. I wondered how I had changed since our first meeting, and whether it was as pronounced as the change in Kim. I wish that I could ask Kim for I was sure she was even more atuned to the changes in me than I was in her. Reverently I approached on my belly and placed a kiss to the tip of her shoe. A kiss to the silver buckle and then gently undid the strap. She raised the shoe just enough for me to cup the heel and remove it. The intoxicating fragrance of the leather and her foot sweat hit my nostrils and I had to use all my concentration to keep from getting lost in the nirvanna that was overcoming me. The pre-orgasmic feeling had returned to my cock, and I had now come to realize that the cock harness merely intesified this feeling by preventing the release that would relieve it all. Placing the shoe on the floor, once again I kissed the tip, basking in my degradation. The same ritual was performed for the other maryjane and now I gazed upon those perfect feet in their simple white anklets. I boldly moved to kiss the bracelet, careful not to linger to long at my Goddess' ankle, and removed the bracelet, placing it on the nearby table. Reaching out with both hands I slowly and with great care removed the anklets, revealing the most perfect feet I could ever imagine. "I will grant you the opportunity to clean my feet, but if you take that liberty , tomorrow you will pay for the priviledge, and you will be paying for a very long time." I didn't know exactly what price I would pay, but I knew that if Kim chose to warn me, then it was a very high price indeed. Kim would not accept delay in my decision and I knew I would pay any price to put my lips to her magnificent feet. Without any movement on my part Kim knew my decision, as she raised those perfect dancer's legs to allow me easy access to her feet. For a second I shuddered at the thought of what price I would pay, but as the perfume of her foot hit my brain I was once again lost in my task, relishing my moment as truly the luckiest man on the earth. I took a moment to drink in the fragrance and my mouth began to water. I placed my lips on her toes and gently sucked each one. The taste was indescribable. Infinitely more wonderful than anything I experienced before. The pre-cum oozing from my penis was joined with some cum as I had earth shattering orgasm after orgasm, forcing minute amounts of jism through in spite of the biting cock harness. The taste of the funky crevices between her toes took me once again to new heights. My task complete, I was totally drained, unable to move. Kim seemed to sense this as she continued to read the articles on femdom. She then stood and turned for me to undo the pleated skirt. She stepped out of it and turned for me to unbutton her shirt. From my position kneeling on the floor, I looked up at her eyes and she down at mine. I saw in her eyes the most perfect creature that ever lived. Some day perhaps she will tell me what she saw in mine. We communicated in that moment, Her eyes told me that there was nothing that she wasn't capable of asking of me, and my eyes told her that I knew. Would I be capable though of complying? Kim undid her own bra and panties, turning the panties inside out and placing the crotch over my nose. "I've worn these for two days now so enjoy." I knew that this was as close as I would probably get to her devine shrine. Seeing Kim naked for the first time through the panties leg holes, I marveled at just her perfect her body was. While Karen had the model looks, Kim had that of an athlete, although it was by no means overmuscular, just perfect. Her ass and legs were so well toned, it was beyond amazing. I wondered what she did to keep in such perfect shape. She entered the tub and began to soak as I relished the sweet aroma of her young womanhood, enraptured once again by this amazing teen vixen. end of part 7---to be continued---post comments [Previous] [Next] [Current Results] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Article 31 of 67 Subject: story: teen femdom part 8 From: teller@story.com (storyteller) Date: 1997/02/03 Message-Id: <5d5t6l$5b5@nntp1.best.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories As Kim soaked in the tub, I knelt in silence and marvelled at her magnificient body. Kim began to shave her legs, and stretched her leg straight up in the air. It was so well toned, so limber. Not an ounce of fat or cellulite. And when she extended her foot and pointed her toe like that of a gymnast, I was fascinated by her grace and beauty. Truly the most glorious legs I had ever seen. Just then the phone rang. Kim answered, "Hello. ... No, I'm sorry, but Don Conway doesn't live here anymore. ... You have the right number but there is no Don Conway here. Click. My mind started racing with thoughts of what I had done. It was clear to me now that I was loosing control of my life. I could live with public humiliation before strangers, but I never expected Kim to take my punishment to people that I knew. How far would it go? Perhaps she had no intention of playing it as a game. Kim was washing her silky brown hair when she broke me from my contemplation with new orders. She reached out to undo the harness, brushing my penis ever so slightly. I started to moan as I was about to cum from the fantastic sensations. "If you dare I will whip you 100 times!" I bit my lip and teettered on the brink. "Shower and shave and don't you dare attempt release." I crawled out as quickly as I could to remove the sight of my Goddess' perfect form as she contiued washing her hair which exposed her shiney wet breasts, rather small, but as firm as any I'd seen and perfect in my eyes. I showered and shaved as close as I could. I replaced my collar around my neck and crawled back to the master bedroom. Kim was in the midst of getting dressed. She had on a short white/pink pleated skirt, white shirt, and white anklets with just a touch of pink lace trim that attracted attention to her lovely legs and feet. She sat on the bed and called to me "Come here." I crawled up to her feet placing my head to the ground before them paying proper homage, yet stealing a close up view of the breathtaking sight before my eyes. "Stand up." I stood and Kim reattached the cock harness and leash. Without hesitation I dropped back down to my subserviant position before my Goddess. "Get the shoes sitting on the chair." I retrieved the shoes. They were the new patent pink maryjanes. There was something about the young girl innocence the pink color represented that intensified the degrading acts I was and surely would be performing. The pink made it clear that physical strength had absolutely nothing to do with power and control Kim excersized over me, and that her domination was total and complete. Kissing the tips of the shoes I prepared to begin the wonderful task of placing them on Kim's perfect feet. She extended her foot in that dancers point which accentuated the the incredibly toned muscles of her leg and caused my heart to race at the magnificent sight. I bent to kiss the tip of her pointed toe and placed the maryjane on her foot. I repeated the process with the other shoe, then worshipfully placed a single passionate kiss to the tip of each maryjane, putting more feeling behind it than any kiss I had given before in my life. Kim had me add the ankle bracelet which further drew attention to her feet and legs. Kim went to the closet and selected clothing for me. She picked out a custom tailored suit and shirt my late wife had me get for meetings I would run before the CEO of the company I worked for. My wife believed in dressing for success and it certainly worked for me. The tailored shirt and italian shoes completed the outfit, and Kim had me loop the cock leash through the belt loops stating "I dont want to have to hold your leash all night, but heaven help you if you dont heel as if I were holding it." Downstairs we met Karen who was a sight to behold. She wore a very short black miniskirt, tight pale yellow top and matching pale yellow thigh highs which were ruffled on top. She had frilly white anklets over the thigh highs and four inch pale yellow heels. The diamond earings and tennis bracelet completed the outfit which potrayed her as utterly drop dead gorgeous. Her nails were done with red polish to match the ruby color in the bracelet. "My are you quite a handsome man!" exclaimed Karen as I appeared. I was thirty-six years old about six foot 180 lbs. Dark hair with just a touch of grey at the temples. It would have been no surprise as I had been described as quite handsome before, but coming from this unbelievably beautiful woman who had taken part in my degradation over the past day, did take me aback. Kim ever alert for something that might raise my self esteem cut in. "Greet Lady Karen properly Slave Shoelicker." I slithered over to Karen and began placing kisses to her heels. She evidently was in a hurry to get going as she too quickly ended my task and headed for the car taking her glorious body away leaving me there only to wish for what might have been. We were heading to a club in a posh neighborhood that the girls had sometimes frequented. It would probably contain many young rich kids out for a fun saturday nite. As we arrived I was once again reminded to act as if on a very short leash. We went in and I followed just a step behind my Goddess, heeling properly. Kim went up to the bar and ordered a mineral water with two glasses. Just then a young guy came up and asked "Hey little girl can I buy you a drink?" Kim shot him a disapproving glance and ignored the comment. The fellow continued the losing battle, "Who is he," glancing at me, "are you taken?" "He belongs to me and I'm never taken, now get lost and take your game where you might have might have a chance." Kim shot out as the bartender returned with the drinks. Kim turned to leave and I quickly paid for the drink and hurried off after her. The kid asked me "What's her deal?" I couldn't talk and I hurried off after Kim. Kim selected a table near the dance floor. I stood and poured some water into her glass. "Sit down." she said. Karen had immediatly headed for the dance floor where all the guys were fighting to dance with her. "I will allow you to talk freely tonight." Kim stated as I sat, shocked. She continued, "You really are an attractive man, easily the most handsome here," as she glanced around. "Last week you could have had your pick of the woman here. You easily can portray yourself as a man who has looks, wealth and power. Do you still consider yourself a man?" I truly did not know as I sat silent. I believe Kim knew my thoughts as she didn't press for an answer. "What do you want?" I asked. "I want it all." she replied. And there was no need for me to press for a further answer, for I knew what she meant. I wanted to ask what she wanted from her 'relationship' with me, but wasn't 'man' enough to ask, so we sat and looked out at the dance floor. Karen had taken up with the best guy out there. Boy was she amazing! Perhaps that cheeleading practice had paid off, because she was an incredible dancer. She moved with such a high level of energy and intensity, yet this just amplified her attractiveness and all eyes, male and female, were on her. It was quite possible that everyone there wanted her. "She is something isn't she?" kim asked. "Yes," I found myself saying without even thinking. I , myself captivated by Karen as she moved so suductively. "She is in her element right now, her beauty shines as bright as the sun and everyone is helplessly attatcted to her," continuing my thoughts on auto pilot. "That's quite an astute obsevation," noted Kim, and bringing me back to realization. "It should be clear to you that all the questions you want to ask me could be answered by yourself if you would allow yourslf to be honest." Once again I was amazed at how much she knew about me, and I knew she was right, but my conscious mind was afraid to let me give myself an honest answer. After dancing at a breakneck pace for quite some time, Karen came to the table, glissening with radiance that the perspiration generated. She brought Mr. Rich Kid with her. The guy was about 25, gold Rolex, Ralph Lauren attire, obviously the son of a silicon valley CEO who had millions, and sonny boy felt that it made him a big man. Karen ordered water and Kid got a beer. He was doing his best to get at Karen who was playing it nonchallant. Kim and I just sat back to watch. He kept reaching out for Karen, who would slap his hand away. He was clearly captivated by her and assumed she would fall at his feet as so many others had. We kept hearing of his money, his porsche, his house in the hiils, as he continued to "impress" Karen. He kept after her for a kiss, and Karen kept brushing it off. "Just a little kiss, it won't hurt. All my women kiss me on the first date, or try to," he machoed on. Finally Karen had had enough. "You want a kiss, kiss my foot." "Hey baby, I don't do that, but maybe later I'll make an exception for you." As he continued to manuver for a kiss. "No, you want a kiss, kiss my foot now!" "Later, I promise." "Do it now." as Karen became more forcefull. "O.K. lets take it out to my car, darling. take it easy." "No, kiss my foot now, right here, or get lost. I'm tired of your little games. If you want to kiss me, do it now!" "Alright, just silde your foot under the table." Karen was tired of this little game and was tiring of the kid. "Get on the floor! Now!" The kid wanted deperately to do it. He was looking at Karen's legs in those thigh highs with the frilly anklets. Her legs were amazing. I could see the bulge growing as he stared at her feet. He licked his lips. Would his pride prevent him from doing what his dick so desperately wanted to do? He got down on one knee. "On your back!" Karen ordered. He would do it. He would do anything to kiss her feet. As he was about to get on his back, Karen took his beer and spilled it all over the floor, giving him one more chance to let his pride recover and save his reputation. He lay on his back in the beer. Karen got up, drawing what attention which had not already been focused on her. She raised her heel. "Take your shoe off please." the kid asked meekly. But Karen brought her foot down on his face. She pressed down and twisted it, smashing his lips into his teeth, but the kid didn't resist. Hoots and cheers spang up throughout the place. Karen removed her foot and told the kid to get lost. He quickly got up and was about to get out of there asap, his face beet red, when Karen said, "Thank me for the kiss." He stopped and turned, perhaps hoping she didn't want him to leave, and said, "Thank you Karen." "GO!" was Karen's only reply. Hoots and hollers continued, along with shouts of "more, more!" Karen sat down, basking in the attention she was receiving. She suddenly raised her foot up to me, inches from my face where I was sitting. I knew what to do. I closed my eyes, thinking of the incredible sight before me, those magnificent legs, the pale yellow thigh highs, the irresistable frily anklets, and the four inch heels. I reverantly lapped at the sole of her heel, drinking in the humiliation of being put on display before the crowd. Suddenly, her foot was gone. I opened my eyes and Karen said, "Remove my shoe." I slowly removed her shoe, kissing it and placing it on the table before me. My senses were invaded by a fantastic oder. Karen had danced with abandon and her foot was wet with sweat. It had soaked through her thigh highs and frilly anklets. I reeled with pleasure, taking deep breaths of her foot before me, as the crowd in turn reeled with laughter as I abased myself before this truly beautiful young teen. Karen took off the frilly anklet and tossed it at me, landing on my head. She held up her other shoe, allowing me one glorious lick of her sole, and commanded me remove it as well. She took off the anklet and again threw it, it landing on my head, hanging down between my eyes, drawing more laughter. She held both her feet over my face and I was overwelmed by the pungent smell of her soaking wet feet. The incredibly strong smell and the complete degradation before the crowd caused me to shudder with delight and total ecstasy. I moaned as I realized her feet were taken away again, only to be greeted with the command to "lick." With every ounce of devotion I had, I made love to her feet, oblivious to the crowd that was out of control. A taste as strong and utterly delightful brought me to new heights of pleasure. I would be at Karen's feet for all eternity, as time completely disappeared in the state of nirvanna that the sansations achieved. Once again her feet were taken away, resulting in a look of sheer disappointment on my face, raising the cat calls from the crowd. "Leash!" Karen comanded. I undid the leash around my belt loops and handed it to her. A sharp tug of the leash and I was before her on my knees. "Put my shoes on." she said. I took her heels, kissing them with all the feeling my heart could summon. I kissed the tip of her beautiful foot and placed the heels on her feet. Another tug on the cock leash, and I fell into her heel. She placed the tip between my lips, and began to fuck my mouth. I sucked those four inch heels for all I was worth, to Karen and the crowd's delight. After I had dutyfully felated both heels, Karen pulled out and left me mouth agape, waiting and hoping to be invaded again. She leaned forward, took an anklet from my head, twirled it around over her head for proper effect, and shoved it into my open mouth, expanding my right cheek. Grabbing the other anklet, she repeated the process and shoved it into my left cheek, making me look all the more rediculous if possible. Yanking me by the leash we proceeded to the middle of the dance floor. The crowd circled round and Karen began dancing like never before. The power that she eminated was incredible. The guys in the circle all got on their knees, and even many of the girls. They each were hoping she would take them down next. Every so otfen she would put her foot down and I would have to scamper over and kiss it before it moved or receive a viscious tug on the cock leash. As Karen tired of the game she headed for the door dragging me behind on me hands and knees as she received a standing ovation. End of part 8 This may be the end of this series for a short time. I may attempt some others in the mean time and come back to this series later. If anyone has suggestions please feel free to post them. By DON CONWAY AKA SLAVE SHOELICKER [Previous] [Next] [Current Results] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Article 12 of 67 Subject: story: teen femdom part 9 From: teller@story.com (storyteller) Date: 1997/02/07 Message-Id: <5df14e$o85$2@nntp2.ba.best.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Kim greeted us at the door and the two teen vixens headed out to the car, towing me along on my hands and knees by the cock leash. At the car , Kim gave Karen a passionate kiss. She smiled with new admiration at her pupil, who just yesterday had no interest in utilizing the amazing power Kim knew she possessed. On my knees I opened the door for them, then droping to the ground, I kissed the tips of Karen's heels before she entered. My Goddess was standing before me as I lay there on the cold ground. I wanted desperately to show her that she was, and always would be my consuming passion. I wanted her to know that the devotion I had shown to Karen would pale in comparison to what I would give to her. I began sobbing at her feet, kissing her pink patent maryjanes. Hoping that my liberty to speak feely still existed I prepared to tell her how I felt. Even if the liberty had been revoked, I would accept 1000 lashes to let her know. As I was about to speak, Kim stated "It was Karen's night, Slave Shoelicker, and you did well." Somehow Kim had read my thoughts. Once again I was flabergasted. In just over a day it was becoming clear that she knew more about me then perhaps I did about myself. I was now sobbing uncontollably, not from disappointment, but from the happiness that I was blessed with the honor of being able to serve this teen Goddess, knowing full well that I was completely undeserving of such honor. I vowed to strive, for as long as Kim would allow me in her graces, to attempt to show her how utterly grateful I was that she bestowed this gift upon me. Kim got in the car, and I crawled in to drive off. "I believe we have time for you to pay for the pleasures you received most undeservingly tonight, Slave Shoelicker." Kim said. Indeed the pleasures were so overwhelming, I was completely spent. I had now been at such a high level of sexual arousal for so long, I was approaching exhaustion. I had no idea what this "payment" would entail, as I followed Kim's directions. As we drove Kim had one foot in my lap, teasing me to ever higher levels of frustration, and the other foot against my cheek. She lightly grazed my face with the frilly pink trim of her anklet. At every stop light I was free to gaze at Kim's beautiful feet. The shiney pink leather, the white anklet, and the ankle bracelet. I moaned with pleasure as I licked her shoe at every opportunity. Kim told me to park the car in a strip mall along the way and I wondered what was happening. It looked as if all the stores were closed, when I noticed that one was not. I crawled around to let the girls out and Kim took my leash and led us to a tatoo and piercing store that was the only one open. As we entered, I was on my hands and knees in proper heeling fashion behind my Goddess. The place had a decidedly S & M motiff. Perhaps this is where Kim picked up the implements last night. There was a woman dressed in all leather behind the counter. She had a punk haircut and ring through her nose. The outfit was completed with thigh high leather boots that said this was one tough woman. "I was just about to close up." she said. "We'll make it worth your while, you can charge double." Kim stated. "Sure, what will it be?" "A little of everything, lets start with a tatoo." Kim said matter of factly. My ears perked up as I wondered what was in store for me. The woman, whose name appropriately was Dominique, led us to the back room after she locked the front door. "Is it for Mr. Beautiful here?" Dominique asked. "It is for Slave Shoelicker." Kim replied, Dominique just laughed. "I wouldn't mind having this pretty boy under me some time." Dominique said, perhaps thinking that I might want to try a real Dominatrix instead of some little girl playing games. Kim just ignored her looking around at the displays. "I could do a heart with a "my girl" scene and your name inscribed in it. It would look good on those biseps." "No, I want "property of Goddess Kim" on his butt." Kim said as Dominique look on somewhat shocked. I began to feel a little light headed, and my ears suddenly got hot. My heart started pounding as it sunk in that I was being marked. I thought back to Kim reminding me of a price I would have to pay. "Strip!" Kim comanded, and I jumped to the task assigned. "How does a nice little girl like you get Mr Fortune here to act like that. I've been at it for over ten years and I still can't get them to jump to it like he did?" Doninique asked with new found respect. "Perhaps sometime I will let you know." Kim replied. "Up on the table." Dominique said, as I sat there gazing at my Goddess. Kim waited a moment and then there was a slight nod of her head. I responded immediately and was up on a table resembling that which you would find in a doctor's office. Kim took a seat in a chair facing me and raised her foot to my face. From my angle I could see her entire leg and the white cotton panties she was wearing. From the corner of my eye I could see Dominique looking as well, as I detected a gasp from her at the sight of Kim's leg. I began licking the sole of Kim's maryjane, once again putting all my energy and thoughts into the devine task. "Amazing." Dominique remarked at the devotion I displayed at the feet of my Goddess. She got out a topical solution to numb the area and mask some of the pain. "Nothing for the pain." Kim said. "He doesn't look drunk and this will hurt quite a bit." she advised. "Nothing." Kim repeated as Dominique wondered if I would speak up to advise otherwise, but I was lost in my efforts at Kim's feet, oblivious to what went on around me. Dominique comensed the tatooing and was shocked to see that I barely responded to the pain. About halfway through, Kim removed her foot. Suddenly the pain was excrutiating. Dominique stopped, but Kim ordered "Continue." I winced in agony, but my Goddess raised her other foot and presented me with her sole to clean. I became serene once again as my mind drifted into the sublime state that only Kim could take me. The tatoo finished, Kim stood to admire the inscription on my right ass cheek. The process was repeated with my name, Slave Shoelicker, added to my left cheek. "Alright, not bad," Dominique remarked as she finished, "Anything else?" "I'd like to get my belly button pierced." Kim said. And Dominique prepared for the job. Once again Kim waived off the numbing solution, and I watched as a small gold ring was added to Kim's magnificent tummy. "One for Mr. Shoelicker here," after Kim's ring was attached. A stainless steel ring was put through my belly button and then Kim simply said "Both nipples." The words rang in my ears as my mutilation continued. That painfull chore completed, I felt sure we would be through. "This next one must be placed right." Kim instucted. "I want a ring attached to the skin just behind the ball sac, at the base." I was now completely numb. Where would it end? "On your back and put your feet over your head, with your knees on either side of your head." I contorted into this rediculous position with my ass sticking straight up in the air. Kim pointed to the skin between my ball sac and my anus. A ring was inserted right at the base of the sac. I was told to roll over, feeling like the dog I was, and Kim removed the cock harness from my very erect penis. She pointed to the underside, right behind the head. I bit my tongue as yet another ring was attached to my penis. "There now." Kim said, and I sighed with relief believing we were finally through. "Sodder them all so they are permanently attached." I sat as the words sunk in. This was not to be easily undone. Clearly the price to pay for my pleasures at the feet of these teens was not to be insignificant by any means. The soddering iron was brought out and my mutilation made permanent. I was far to dizzy from the events taking place to feel any pain the iron inficted. I sat there dazed once again, marveling at the depths of which Kim was capable. Was there any limits to her what she was prepared to put me through? Was there any limits to what I was prepared to take, no, not take from her. Was there any limits to what I craved for her to do to me? "What about a ring through his nose?" suggested Dominique. "You could leave it with a clasp so it can be used only when wanted." "Very well." Kim answered, and a ring was inserted into the middle septum of my nose. The pain was fierce from the sensitive position of the puncture, but thankfully it was not soddered like the others, and might be removed. Kim reattached the harness to my cock and balls, then took out a small padlock, and locked the cock harness to the steel ring at the base of my ball sac. The leash back in place, I resumed my position. heeling at Kim's feet. I was surprised at how little bleeding resulted from the puntures, and all that I could feel now was the burning sensation caused by the disinfectant applied to the rings. Karen and Kim selected a few more items that the store had to offer and were about to leave. Kim gathered up my clothes and tossed them in a bag. She then produced a leather G-string and threw it at me. I slipped it on yet still felt totally exposed. The small triangular pouch didn't even cover my ever erect penis. The head with its new ring attached protuded out the top. With Kim leading me out the door, Dominique, who had been lavishing praise upon her with suggestions that the might even work together and learn from one another, turned to desperation. She offered Kim a partnership in her enterprise. Kim smiled, thanking her for the offer but said she wasn't interested. Even more desperate, Dominique, whose tone had been tough as nails all night, became meek. "Godess Kim I have often thought about exploring the submissive side of these relationships in order to more fully understand them." Kim turned and looked her in the eyes. Dominique returned the look for a moment, then cast her eyes down. She could see the incredible sight of Kim's legs. The short white/pink pleated skirt, white anklets with pink lace trim, and the pink maryjanes. Such a stark contrast with the black leather power look of Dominique's attire with her thigh high leather boots. But appearances often deceive. Dominique sank to her knees and crawled towards Goddess Kim. As she was about to reach Kim's shoes and satisfy the overwhelming desire within her that only Kim could ignite, Kim remarked, "Perhaps some other time." Dominique groaned with disappointment, her desire to submit before Kim had grown so profound. She began begging, using all the phrases her lackys had used on her, only she was far more sincere, her desire to submit beyond anything she'd seen. "I think I have a tape you might be interested in studying," Kim said, "You have just a touch of self respect left and are therefore undeserving of the priviledge of suplicating before me." Dominique promised to try and begged Kim to return to give her a second chance. Kim walked out leading me by the leash. I felt completely exposed in the G-string, the thong working its way up my ass as I crawled along. The ride home was quiet as the day had been long and event filled. I felt as if I had experienced a lifetime of sexual satisfaction even though I had been comptetely denied release. We arrived home with all ready for bed. The phone was ringing as we entered and Kim answered it. She told them to hold and handed my leash to Karen. My nerves sat on edge as I wondered what Kim would tell this person. I was not to find out as Karen led me to the master bedroom. Clearly it was not Kim's design for me to know. The answering machine in the bedroom showed ten messages and I chose not to think what that meant. Kim arrived and prepared me for bed. My hands were cuffed behind my back and Kim had me crouch down and put my cuffed hands under my butt. She took the padlock and locked the cuffs to the ring at the base of my scrotum. I would not be moving much tonight. Karen then decided to tie her funky thigh highs around my head with the feet under my nose. Her anklets were still stuffed in each cheek. Once again I was sure to remain aroused all night. The girls got in bed and I was treated to some of the most passionate love making noises I had heard. After quite some time the girls drifted off into a sound sleep, and I did the best I could on the floor beneath them. end of part nine By DON CONWAY aka SLAVE SHOELICKER [Previous] [Next] [Current Results] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Article 14 of 67 Subject: story: teen femdom part 10 From: teller@story.com (storyteller) Date: 1997/02/06 Message-Id: <5dbbf4$1do$3@nntp2.ba.best.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Despite my awkward position, I managed to sleep well, as I awoke to the sounds of love making on the bed above. I lay there and tried to remember my dreams of last night. I recalled one vivid dream involving Karen, perhaps brought about by her stocking feet smell from the thigh highs still tied under my nose. In the dream I was licking her feet after a particularly intense basketball game in which she was leading the cheers. I was allowed to progress at my own pace and had just finished cleaning every nook and cranny of her delicious feet. I licked my way up those marvelous legs, enjoying every inch. My cock was unencumbered by the harness. I reached her devine temple and slowly teased her into a delerious state. She came in torrents and began peeing as she lost control in the waves of multiple orgasms washing over her. I drank all I could as it cascaded over my face, shuddering from my own orgasm of cataclismic proportions. Kim woke me from my delightful daydream as I had reached the brink of release again only to be denied by the cock and ball harness. She dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, and carried a gym bad she had with the stuff she brought with her yesterday. She removed the thigh highs and anklets from my mouth and unlocked the cuffs from the steel ring at the base of my sac. "Let's go I'm in a hurry." she said. We drove quietly to a dance studio about fifteen minutes away. I was still naked.(not choosing to count the G-string that amounted to nothing) I parked and let Kim out, kissing her sneakers as she picked up the leash and walked me into the studio. Luckily, it was still early sunday morning and no one was around. Inside Kim was greeted by a lovely woman dressed as a ballerina. She appeared mid thirtyish but in incredible shape. "Kim darling how are you? I see you have a foot man." "Definitely not a foot man, foot slave would be stretching it. How are you Chantelle?" "Just fine dear. Why did you not tell me you had a foot man--- I mean foot slave?" "I picked him up only on friday." "Nonsense, he is already branded with your mark, that takes quite some time, and he seems well trained." "He's not branded yet, though that may come," pointing at the tatoo on my ass,"but I kid you not, his training commenced friday night. Although I must admit I have dedicated far to much time and effort to the worthless creature." I prostrated myself before Kim, attempting to show total devotion and servitude. The threat that she would cut back the time she so benevelently spent with me was so diconcerting. I slowly slithered on my belly till I reached her sneakers and pecked adoring kisses to their tips. "This is most impressive, darling, if you ever grow weary of him please think of me to take him off your hands." "I just got a similar offer last night, but I don't think she is up for it anymore. Go greet Lady Chantelle, Slave Shoelicker." I crawled up to this woman, obviously a well trained ballerina. She extended her foot in a lovely point toe and placed it down just in front of my nose. The slippers she was wearing were a ratty old pair probably just used for practice. The smell was heavenly. I closed my eyes and softly placed delicate kisses to the tip of her point toe. "So repectful," Chantelle remarked, surprised by my performance. "And you say just two days?" "Yes." "Darling you have more potential then the great mistresses of Paris, and your slave here may have potential to match yours in quite the opposite direction. We begin shortly, get ready." Kim took out the cuffs and my hands were once again behind my back and under my ass. Tightly secured to the ring by my scrotum insured I would remain immobile. My Goddess undressed before me, tying her sneaker to my face. I inhaled the now familiar scent of those fantastic feet. She dressed in tight fitting spandex shorts and matching spandex sports bra. Kim sat before me and added white anklets and ballet slippers. For the next five or ten minutes she did stretching exercises before me. Never before had I seen such graceful movements. She would extend her leg over my head, putting her toe in an extreme point. My eyes were about even with her knee. I could look up at the perfect features of her calf and the most shapely foot on the planet. As I looked down I saw her well toned and limber thigh. Kim stood up and turned away to stretch her upper body. As she bent forward her ass was thrust at my face. So well rounded, almost heart shaped. Firm as any I'd seen, perfect in every way. My mouth watered at such a magnificant sight. Would I someday be so lucky as to be near it? Chantelle returned and practice began. She shot me a look with a snicker at my humiliating position. I sat in awe as I watch my Goddess move so gracefully on the dance floor. Each move so fluid and performed by her perfect body. Her face so serene and angelic, it was impossible to imagine the wickedness she was capable of. I have no idea how long she practiced as I was entranced by what I saw. My penis stood at full mast saluteing my Goddess as she performed flawlessly. With practice over, I bid good-bye to Chantelle, in the proper manner of course, and we departed for home. There we met Karen who had returned from cheerleading practice. The girls decided to get a real good workout going on the stairmasters, so we headed for the den. Before beginning they decided to have some fun with me. I was relatively unencumbered, with just my slave collar and cock and ball harness on. To my amazement, Kim released the harness and I was naked but for the collar. Things didn't stay that way for long as my handcuffs were added and once again I found myself with my hands behind my back and under my ass. The cuffs were locked to the steel ring at the base of my balls, and I was helpless again. For good measure my ankles were cuffed. Then with a devious smile on her face Kim appeared with two short chains. She attached one each to each of my nipple rings. Kim pulled down on the chains and stretched to connect them to the ring on the underside of my cock, just behind the head. The chains were fairly short and I had to hunch forward or risk ripping one of the rings out of a very tender spot. I was leaning forward to the point I almost fell over on my face. I had to arch my back, sticking my ass up and out to act as a counter ballance. "Look at how his ass sticks out!" Karen exclaimed. "I think we should put it to use before we workout." "Excellent idea, Karen." Kim replied. Karen returned with an old high heel. It looked to be at least four or four and a half inches. She held it before me and I kissed it passionately, attempting to smell Karen's fragrance as she moved it around in front of my face, occasionally the opening appearing under my nose. The sole was exposed to me and I lapped at it greedily. Karen slowly pulled the heel away and I had to check myself as I leaned forward to get at the object of my desire. She was now fucking my mouth, and I sucked that heel with great effort, knowing it had once graced Karen's foot. She took it away, removed her saddle shoes, allowing me several worshipful licks before hand, and then put the heel on. She disappeared behind me and I wondered if we were through. Then I felt something enter my ass. I realized Karen was fucking my ass with the heel she had put on. She entered slowly but continued until the heel was buried to the hilt in my ass. She twisted it around some and I moaned with pleasure. Kim slapped me in the face to bring me back momentarily from the nirvanna state in which I was entering, she grabbed my chin and said "Don't you dare cum!" gathering up all the flem and mucus she could, Kim then spit in my face. It landed on my upper lip and I hugrily reached out with my tongue for the tasty treat so generously offer from my Goddess. Karen was now fucking me good. Withdrawing almost all the way and then ramming it home. She would have knocked me over on my face except with each stroke I thrust my ass back to greet it. It must have been a sight to behold since Kim had gotten the camcorder and laughed as she documented my humiliating disgrace. When Karen tired, she stopped, removing her foot but leaving the heel up my ass. Kim surveyed the situation. With my hands cuffed just below my anus, and the chain locked to the ring, I was able to hold the heel. Kim summized that there was just enough leeway with the chain of the handcuffs for me to move the heel about 3-4 inches back and forth. Kim ordered me to continue, fucking myself with the heel. I must have looked rediculous, moaning in pleasure as I rammed that heel, over and over, up my ass. The girls began their workout on the stairmaster. Kim was still dressed in the spandex outfit she practiced in. She had just the white anklets on her beautiful feet. Karen was in her cheerleading outfit with just a pair of blue anklets on her feet. They had pretty yellow lace trim to match the blue and yellow school colors. I continued on with the heel and sat mesmerized by the unbelievable sight before me. After a solid forty minutes, the teens ended their workout. They looked magnificent, radiant from the glow they achieved. It was easy to see why they looked so incredible. Kim disappeared and returned with a glass of water and a package. She stood before me looking so luscious in the sheen the sweat produced. She tossed the package in front of me saying "These are the negatives, you are free to go Don. All you have to do is ask me to set you free." I was speachless, as I continued to fuck my ass with the heel, unable to stop. The doorbell rang and Kim left to get it. My parents appeared in the den, shocked at what they saw. For some reason, I didn't react the way I expected. While I felt incredible shame, on display like this, before my parents, shoving a heel up my ass over and over again, I didn't wish that I could run and hide, and I didn't mind that they saw me like this. After some comotion, Kim got them to sit on the couch. She explained to them that I was free to go, all I had to do was ask to be set free. "How about it Don?" Kim asked, "Do you want me to let you go or do you want another option?" I was silent, still stroking my ass. Karen was filming once again. "Let's see. another option. Hmmm. I know, you continue to be my slave. What about that." "yes," I whispered. "Oh no you must convince me that I should let you be my slave." "Donny, what are you doing. Get a hold of yourself." my father was saying. "Tell them to go Donny, please." my mother pleaded. Kim turned her back to me, as I began to plead from the deepest depths of my soul for Kim to accept me as her slave. I summoned all the sincerity and inner feeling I could muster. I begged with more passion then humanly possible for Kim to grant the ultimate gift of utter and complete slavery upon me. I knew full well that my life would cease to exist, and I would be tranformed into something less then an animal, and yet I renewed my efforts with greater emotion. Pleading and begging at the top of my lungs I continued as Kim swayed her ass before my face. Continuing my plea, "Oh Goddess Kim, as unworthy as I am, I pledge to unceasingly, with every ounce of stength and every fiber of my being, to live each and every second with the single thought of servitude to you. I will live for you, and you alone, without any thought for myself. I will suplicate myself before you with every drop of feeling I can muster, if only you would grant this greatest of honors, this supreme priviledge. I am lower than the dirt under you toenail, unworthy to ask to be your slave. My only hope, that you will perform the most generous act of kindness in human history and accept this miserable being before you." I was exhausted beyond belief. So much emotional effort had I summoned. My mother sobbing uncontrolably, my father in total shock, no longer able to speak. Kim's swaying ass, her magnificent, supreme ass inches from my face. She lowered the spandex shorts and said, "Seal your fate Slave Shoelicker." Kim bent over, presenting her glorious butt to me. The sweat of her workout still gistening upon it. In my hunched over position I had to strain to reach it, the object consuming my entire conscience. The chains pulled my nipples out, and stretched my amazingly engorged penis. Finally my lips brushed her rosebud. The feelings washing over me beyond description. A thousand times more intense then anything I felt before. Kissing it with every drop of feeling that every atom in my body could generate, I shuddered. Kim pressed back and I eased my tongue into her anus, that holy shrine. I sucked and slurped for all I was worth, basking in this ultimate gift from my Goddess. Just then something began pushing my tongue away. Her royal shit entered my mouth. Pushing to the back and then expanding to fill my cheeks. The holy feast kept coming, filling my mouth to practically overflowing. Kim stepped away. The sensations beyond belief. Far tastier the the most suculent steak. I exploded in orgasm. The most viscious one I ever experienced. Jet after jet spewwed forth, at least a pint of cum. From my hunched over position caused by the chains attached to my cock and nipples, the cum had no where to go except right in my face. I covered my face, my hair. It was in my nose, it covered one eye. Had my face not been in the way, it would have hit the ceiling twelve feet above. Slowly I chewed the precious gift, savoring every morsel, and moaning in total ecstasy. My Goddess appeared before me, wearing her shiney pink patent maryjanes over the white anklets. With her shoe, she twisted my face towards my parents. I could see them out of the one eye not covered in cum. Kim scraped her shoe along my face, collecting a large quantity of semen. "Mr. and Mrs. Conway," she said coolly, "Meet Slave Shoelicker." Kim presented her foot to me and I dove after it, greedily lapping up the cum as if it were the first bit of food for a man who hadn't eaten in a week. I gave myself totally to Kim. Waves and waves of delight hitting me as I abased myself before my goddess. With my mother crying uncontrolably, and my father hanging his head in shame, they headed for the door. As the turned to take one last look, the could see my ass, the heel being shoved up my anus next to the tatoo "property of goddess Kim." Nothing more needed to be said. End of the story for now. I have some others I would be willing to write if there is any interest. Post comments By Don Conway aka SLAVE SHOELICKER >From slave_shoelicker@herfeet.com Fri Jun 06 14:06:13 1997 From: slave_shoelicker@herfeet.com (slave.shoelicker) Newsgroups: alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.fetish.feet,soc.subculture.bondage-bdsm, alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: Teen Femdom part 11 Date: Fri, 06 Jun 1997 18:06:13 GMT Lines: 283 Message-ID: <33985193.589631@nntp.best.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: slvshlkr.vip.best.com X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.1/32.230 Warning!! Do not read if under twenty-one, or easily offended by adult sexual material. This material is only intended for adults. All minors should read no further!! Teen Femdom Part 11 By Slave Shoelicker My Goddess continued to scrape her lovely pink patent leather maryjane across my face, collecting the huge quantity of jism that had exploded all over my it. She would then present her shoe before my lips and i devoured the mess, lapping at it until her pink shoes shined brightly enough for me to see my hideous reflection in them. The cum was drying in my hair and smeared everywhere. Karen had now stopped filming and was heading upstairs. Kim left as well, leaving me there to contemplate what had just taken place. My acquiescence to Kim was complete. The degradation in front of my parents was total. i was nothing more than a sycophant, a toady, a bootlicker, a lickspittle, a lackey. i was an obsequious, fawning, groveling, ass-kissing, shit eating supplicant. i was no longer a man. i was no longer Don Conway. i was slave shoelicker, property of Goddess Kim. i existed only for her. She owned my body, mind and soul. i would no longer be able to go a second without thinking of her, my devotion so complete. After some time, Kim returned with a woman i recognized to be her mother. She was a woman, late thirties perhaps, who could pass for early twenties. It was easy to see where Kim picked up her habits for taking care of her body. Mrs. Walsh was somewhat shocked at my appearance and Kim asked her to sit so she could explain. Kim was going to move in to my(?) place, she told her mother. Mrs. Walsh was opposed to the idea stating that Kim was only 18, and she didn’t like the idea of her daughter living with a man, especially under the circumstances. "It’s hard to imagine a more worthless human being you could be involved with, look at him." her mother said. "You’re missing the point mom," Kim returned, "he’s not a man, and not a human being. He belongs to me the way a dog does, only I would treat a dog as a higher life form. He’s my slave, but more than that, he has no free will. He exists solely at my pleasure to do my bidding. He is whatever I want him to be." Mrs. Walsh was not quite convinced, and felt i might someday pose a danger to her young daughter. "I could make him do anything. Piss on him, shit in his mouth, anything." Her mother was still not fully convinced. Just then, Karen returned and had heard the last bit of conversation. She plopped the video tape into the VCR and sat next to Mrs. Walsh. She rewound to the part where my parents came in, and hit play. Mrs Walsh watched me plead from the deepest depths of my soul to be Kim’s slave. i also watched somewhat amazed at the passion and sincerity i displayed. It was as if i was pleading for my life, the emotion was so intense, perhaps more so, as indeed i felt my life would end if Kim had not accepted me as her property. There would have been nothing left for me to live for. As she watched her daughter’ royal shit enter my mouth, and saw the expression of sheer ecstasy on my face as i exploded in orgasm, she stated she saw enough. She sat in amazement, but no longer objected to her daughter’s desires. "Well you never cease to amaze me dear, just how did you do it?" "You always told me I was the greatest, mom, and that I would have everything I want. I always knew you were right. Now is the time for me to start moving to attain my goals. Making him my slave was easy, and moving in here is just the first step along the way. I want it all and I can’t wait any longer to have it." Kim raised the sole of her pink maryjane just high enough for me to reach, as i strained at the chains connected to my nipples and cock head. Helpless to resist the desire inside me, i licked at the sole like the crazed animal i had become. Passionately devoting every fiber of my being to the degrading act which consumed me. Without my cock and ball harness in place, another earth shattering orgasm exploded into my face and onto Kim’s shoe. Presented with the shoe, i lapped at the cum, my only thought to return the shoe to its perfectly clean shiny look befitting my supreme Goddess. Mrs. Walsh laughed at my utter humiliation. "Well dear don’t be a stranger," conceding to her daughter’s wishes to move next door. "Do stop by anytime, mom," Kim said taking the object of my lustful desire away, leaving me to groan in agony as Kim walked her mother out the door. When Kim returned, she released me from my bonds and told Karen i was all hers. Lady Karen, still dressed in her cheerleading outfit, was a sight to behold. Surely the most heavenly creature who walked the earth. She was beautiful beyond description, even after cheerleading practice and the workout on the stairmaster. She sat before me as i knelt in my servile position, still violating my anus with her heel in an act of absolute degradation. She extended her magnificent leg toward me. Once again i was giddy at the fantastic sight before my eyes, my loins stirring. "Place the shoe on my foot." she commanded. Gazing at her lovely foot, encased in the blue anklet with yellow lacy fills, i removed the heel from my ass. Delicately kissing the sole just at the toe tip, i ever so humbly placed it on Karen’s foot, bowing my head to offer total subservience to my Lady. Putting the toe of her heel under my chin she raised my head and looked into my eyes. i returned her look relinquishing all that i was to the splendor of her beauty. She brought the heel to my lips encrusted with the sewerage of my bowels. There was no feeling of revoltion. Quite the contrary, i was burning with desire for my Lady to grant me the honor of cleaning her shoe. Reverently i parted my lips, closing my eyes. Karen entered my mouth, forcing the four plus inch heel into the back of my throat. i slurped at it with complete dedication to the abject task, paying homage to my Lady for the magnanimous gift she offered. Lady Karen satisfied the heel properly worshipped, ordered me up to the bathroom. Once there, she handed me a razor and several jars of nair hair remover. On my knees, bent over the tub, Karen liberally applied the nair to my back. That job finished she ordered me to clean myself thoroughly and see to it that every hair is removed from my body except that on my head. i was thankful that Lady Karen should care about my cleanliness. i eagerly performed the humiliating chore, wondering if there was anything i would not do if asked by these young teen vixens. After assuring that all hair was removed, i dried off and crawled to the bedroom. Karen was sitting in a wicker chair reading Seventeen magazine. i slithered to her and prostrated myself at her feet. She had me kneel and affixed my collar, cock and ball harness, and cock leash. My hands were then cuffed behind my back and attached to the ring at the base of my balls. "My toenails need painting." she advised. "But first my feet will need cleaning. The combination of the stairmaster and cheerleading practice have left them quite soiled." i looked at the wondrous sight before me. Karen still in her cheerleading outfit. The short skirt exposing most of her legs. Her long luscious blond hair matted slightly at the temples with the sweat of her workout. Her breasts standing high and firm under the tight fitting sweater. My heart was aflutter at the thought of what was to come. My elation to much to restrain. Karen raised her fantastic foot to my face, placing it over my nose. The aroma created an immediate state of euphoria. My cock swelled to full mast, straining at the harness. i inhaled the sweet fragrance of delight. Time passed unnoticed as the sensations overwhelmed me. Lady Karen was far more generous than i could ever hope for. Her foot was gone and i was brought back to reality. She removed her anklets exposing her heavenly feet. i was captivated as i stared longingly at the objects consuming my every thought. Slowly Karen brought her foot to my face. She traced my lips gently with her big toe. My mouth watered and drool freely flowed out as my senses were once again assaulted with her scent, so pungent yet so wonderful. She pushed her toes into my mouth and the taste, oh the taste, so succulent. Sweet, salty ambrosia. i lost control as i reveled in a pleasure so sublime. i moaned in sheer ecstasy. Never had i had a more delectable morsel. i felt as if in a state of constant orgasm as the cock harness dug deeply into the base of my penis, preventing release. i would never be able to show how thankful i was to Lady Karen for the unselfish benevolence she bestowed upon me. The experience so intense, i would die for the opportunity to perform it again, so unworthy was i of so precious a gift. Satisfied her lovely feet were adequately clean, Karen decided to move on. She placed a bottle of pretty pink nail polish on the floor by her feet and nodded for me to begin. With my hands virtually glued to my ass, i stooped over and picked up the brush with my mouth. Ever so carefully i painted her toenails, holding the brush with my teeth. i took my time as i was blessed with the magnificent view of those perfect feet just an inch or so in front of me. i was barely aware of the agony this awkward position caused in the small of my back, and had no wish to end the task before absolutely necessary. Having finished, i replaced the brush in the bottle and placed my forehead obsequiously to the floor before Lady Karen’s feet. "Dry my toes." she ordered, and i began gently blowing breaths onto her toes. Karen giggled slightly as if tickled. A giggle so innocent and virginal it sent shivers up my spine that i should be graced with the honor of abasing myself at her young feet. Satisfied her toes were dry, she flexed her feet to admire the job i had performed. She playfully pushed my face away with her newly painted toes and got up to leave. She turned at the door and i looked at her wantonly with begging eyes. She bounced back to me and said, "You may thank me slave shoelicker." i fell at her feet an summoned all the feeling i could as i lightly pecked all ten of her beautiful toes. She spun around and was gone. Tomorrow was a school day and Karen had to return home to prepare. Kim returned and released my hand from their bonds. She took the cock leash and walked me downstairs. She took a seat and began swinging her foot with the pink maryjane and the white anklets that she wore to ballet practice this morning. i was mesmerized at the glorious sight. Her finely shaped leg still in the spandex shorts. Suddenly her foot stopped moving. i looked at her and she at me. "Although I am convinced of your absolute devotion to me, I feel that I must show you what will happen if ever you disappoint me. It is necessary to complete your training, if only to make you fully aware of what I am capable of. I intend to whip you to obliterate any possible thoughts you might have that would not offer total subservience to me. I would have done this sooner except I didn’t want this done in front of Lady Karen. Beg me to thrash you," she said as she extended her foot in that ballerina’s toe point. The muscles of her leg accentuated so perfectly by the point toe. i wormed my way to her foot, my eyes meeting hers and silently pleading my Goddess to abuse me. i reached her foot and gave myself completely to her. Through the absolute adoration of this act of supplication i petitioned my Goddess to brutalize me. Lapping at her sole with reverence, i conveyed the craving and burning desire within me to submit to her beating. "Remove my shoes." i quickly jumped to the task, my stomach turning slightly at the thought of what was to come. i undid the buckle and slid the pretty pink shoe off her delicate feet. i humbly bent to the floor and placed loving kisses to the tips of her white anklet clad feet. The perfume of her feet removing any apprehension of what was to come. Kim allowed me several minutes basking in the joyful experience demeaning myself at her feet. "Remove my anklets." i removed the anklets and knelt motionless, entranced at the sight of Kim’s feet. Kim took the anklets and placed them in my mouth. i moaned in pleasure as the taste caused waves of delight to wash over me. "You will not be restrained," as she removed the cock leash. My hands and feet were free and all i wore was the harness, slave collar and rings imbedded in my flesh. "Bend over the coffee table." These were the last words she would say as she prepared for the whipping. Kim appeared in front of me with a riding crop, but this one much longer than the one she used on that first night. She held it in front of my face and i kissed it, the object about to inflict immeasurable pain upon me. Kim moved behind me and i could hear the woosh of the crop as it whizzed through the air on one of her practice strokes. This clearly added to the suspense as i was never sure when the beating would begin. A moment of silence lingered. It commenced. The first stroke ten times more painful than anything i had felt before. The flesh on my ass felt as if it were being flayed. i resolved not to make a sound and endure the caning in silence. i concentrated on the feelings the acrid taste of the anklets aroused within me. So overwhelming was the sensual desire these wondrous socks inspired, i was able to completely block the incredible pain Kim inflicted with all her strength. The pain was beyond the point where i surely would have passed out, yet i moaned in ecstasy, not pain, as i sucked the anklets. Kim tired and the beating stopped, though i was oblivious. Kim wrapped a towel around my ass to soak up the blood caused by the viscous caning. She plopped on the couch before me, drenched in sweat and exhausted from the energy expended. She raised her bare foot to my lips, and i summoned every ounce of loving passion within me to thank her for accepting me, as wholly undeserving as i was. Over and over again i tenderly kissed Kim’s perfect foot. Strangely, the beating had not tired me, yet the intensity of the emotion that i was expending making love to Kim’s foot drained all my strength. Kim could see that i was to the point of collapse and removed her foot. I drifted off to sleep, truly thankful for the wonderful life she graced me with. 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