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asr4,5&6



DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER 21.



This story contains Female domination, intense foot worship, mm, and most
aspects of the D/s world.

All comments are welcome. Address them to neil at: severin98@aol.com alias
curiosub.



A slave's Road-part 4



My mind was a thousand miles away as I sat on her balcony.

"Day dreaming?"

Her voice brought me out of my trance.

"Just enjoying the morning," I said.

"Stand up, let me see your freshly shaved body."

I stood, facing her. She cupped my balls. My dick started growing. She then
had me raise my arms, spread my legs, turn around and bend over. She looked
me over like a prized horse, occasionally feeling parts of my body.

"You'll do," she smiled.

I could tell she was pleased with me. She then sat down in the chair I was
just in. She was quite sweaty from her workout.

"Kneel down and remove my shoes."

I knelt down and untied her right shoe. I then pulled it off. A pungent odor
hit my nostrils. The odor was intoxicating. I repeated the procedure with
her left shoe.

"Now my socks, slave."

I slowly removed her socks. Her feet were so beautiful. Feminine, yet
strong. She raised her foot to my face, so the bottom was covering the
length of it. Once again the odor was intoxicating. It enslaved me. There
was nothing I wouldn't do or be for her. I also knew she understood this.
After all, this kind of power was the root of her sexuality. She absolutely
loved owning another human being. And I felt so fortunate to be that person.

"Worship," was all she said.

I started sucking her toes, licking in between them. I could actually feel
the tiny balls of sweat in my mouth. I swallowed them. I continued kissing
and licking her foot as if her pleasure was the only thing that mattered. I
felt like a schoolboy, wanting to impress her. I moved to her other foot,
worshipping it as I had the first. My desire must have struck a chord in
her. I noticed her breathing was getting heavier. She put both of her feet
on my shoulders, one on each side of my neck.

"Now remove my shorts and panties."

I did as she said. As soon as her white cotton panties left the tip of her
toes, she placed her feet on the ground and pulled my face into her crotch.
I kissed, licked, and sucked her pussy, finally zeroing in on her clit. She
was soon climaxing, holding my face tightly to her mound, almost smothering
me. She finally released her grip, letting me catch my breath. We just
relaxed in silence, with me still kneeling between her legs. She had
absolutely no thought of my horniness. After all, I was just her slave and I
truly had no desire to fuck her, but had an indescribable desire to serve
her.

"Go and start my shower. I like it hot to the point of almost burning. After
you start it, kneel on the shower floor until I arrive."

"As you wish Mistress."

I started the shower and knelt on the floor as commanded. The shower was
easily twice the size of a standard one. There was a tiled bench in the rear
of it. There was a small white plastic hose with it's own faucet on the wall
next to the bench. I noticed a raised hinged lid on top of the bench, and a
hinged door on the bottom, flush with the floor. There was also a small door
in the sidewall, next to the hose. All the doors and lid were tiled. An
octagon window was above the bench. The sunlight streamed into the room,
making the water hitting the jade tile almost magical.

I heard the shower door open. Sheila stepped in, and looked down at me
smiling. "Are you ready to learn how to bathe me "

"Yes Ma'am."

"Everything you need is in that side door."

I opened the door and peered in. The compartment had the same width and
length of a medicine cabinet, only it was three or four times deeper. The
interior was completely tiled.

"Hand me the loofa, bath bar, shampoo and conditioner. You can sit on the
bench and watch me this time. Pay attention to what order I wash my body
parts, and how I wash them. The next time you will be expected to know the
procedure."

I sat on the bench and watched her starting with her face, working her way
down. She used the loofa on most of her body, but on her vagina she used her
hand. She also used her hand to reach up inside her ass. After she was
lathered up, she shampooed her hair. She then rinsed her hair, and put
conditioner on it. She rinsed the soap off the rest of her body while the
conditioner was soaking. Finally she rinsed off her hair. She then shut off
the shower.

"Any questions?"

"No Ms. Sheila."

"Good, then you can put everything away and clean the shower. You can use
the hose to reach everything."

"Yes Ma'am. Oh, I guess I do have one question."

"And what's that?" she smiled."

"What are the lid and door in the bench for?"

Her smile grew larger.

"We were going to save this until you were broken in a little more, but
seeing how well you're adapting to this lifestyle, I think you're ready for
it now."

She was still smiling, although somehow the moment grew serious. She then
lifted the lid up next to where I was sitting. I looked down. Under the
raised lid was a toilet seat. Looking further inside I saw that the area
below was lit up. There was probably a switch that activated when the lid
opened. The inside had four tiled walls extending slightly past the
dimensions of the seat. There was a large drain in the floor. The door that
was flush with the floor was directly underneath the seat.

"Cat got your tongue?" she said, still smiling.

I didn't say anything. I was shocked. Of course I had read, even fantasized
about golden showers, but had never imagined anything this elaborate.

"I'm sure you can guess what the bottom door is for."

Again I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. Could I really submit to
this extreme of a humiliation? Yes it had turned me on in the past to read
about some slave serving as his Mistress' toilet, but this was real....this
was me. Once again fantasy and reality were hitting me head on. Every time I
started to feel comfortable with my slavery, they would push me to a new
level. Then Sheila spoke softly, her full lips still smiling, and her eyes
never leaving mine.

"I told you Tom and I have been busy buying and constructing things just for
you. As soon as we found out from your ex that you were submissive, we kind
of went crazy. It's as if we were bringing in a new member to our family.
Tom did all of this himself. I'm sure glad you accepted our proposition. It
would be a shame not to use this, don't you think?"

"YYYes Ms. Sheila," I stuttered. I felt so foolish. I was so shocked, I
couldn't think straight. I didn't really know what to say. Her green eyes
pierced into mine, demanding my attention.

"Why don't you lay down, and put your head inside."

I just sat there, still dumbfounded. Sheila sensed I needed a little
persuasion. She put her hands on my shoulders and bent her face down about a
foot away from mine, her bare breast almost touching me. When she spoke, her
voice was low, calm, and very confident.

"For your benefit, I'll pretend you didn't hear me. However this time if you
don't move promptly, the whipping you received last night will seem like
kids play. Am I understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Then move!"

I immediately got down on the shower floor and swung the bottom door to the
side. There was also a second door behind it. This door was aluminum and had
an opening in the bottom, cut out in the shape of a half circle. The edge of
the half circle had rubber trim around it. I realized my head would not fit
through the opening. Sheila then flipped a lockable latch on top and slid
the door up on the two tracks secured in the tile. She then looked at me and
then the opening. Without a word spoken I lay down and put my head inside. I
then heard the aluminum door sliding back down and the latch being snapped
closed, trapping my head inside. Even though the door didn't touch my neck,
there was no way my head could come back out. I realized she could put a
small padlock on the latch making me a prisoner in her toilet. The shower
stall was long enough to let my body stretch out comfortably. The light
inside allowed me to see the entire top half of the toilet. It was an eerie
feeling. It was also having a profound effect on my cock. Sheila noticed
this also, as I felt her foot massaging it.

"My my, this is as hard as steel. I'm starting to wonder if you have any
limits."

She then removed her foot, and I heard her sitting down on the bench, next
to the toilet seat. I then saw her smiling face over the opening looking at
me as if I was a pet in her cage.

"How do you feel?"

"Scared, confused, and excited," I stammered.

"I can see you're excited. So what are you scared and confused about?"

"Different emotions, thoughts, and fears are soaring through me. Right now
everything is happening so fast, I need to stop and examine them."

She looked at me for a moment before speaking. "When you accepted our
proposition to be our slave, what did you think that meant?"

"To obey you." I knew as soon as I said that it sounded stupid.

"Listen John, I think you should know this. I didn't talk to Susan just the
one time. Since our first conversation, we have had several more. I know
everything you desire. I know you wanted her to give you a golden shower,
even though she wouldn't do it."

Nothing but silence. Sheila just smiled at me. I was totally embarrassed,
and she was totally enjoying it. Sheila knew all my feelings I had discussed
with my ex. I felt completely in her power.

"You might as well know this also John. Susan knows Tom and I are enslaving
you. In fact she is very interested in how our weekend went. I'm going to
give her a call later on today and fill her in on everything. I'll even turn
on the speakerphone and let you hear our conversation. You'd like that,
wouldn't you?"

I saw her eyes look at my hard-on and then back to me.

"I thought you might," she said without even waiting for my answer. "Scott,
her husband knows everything also. Tom and I even had them over for dinner.
We all had quite a bit to drink, and started talking.... about you of
course. The conversation was quite interesting John. It seems Susan told
Scott all about you before they were even married. Scott thinks you're the
perfect ex. Like he said, how could you get jealous over a whimp. We even
talked about loaning you out to them. You know, for a weekend or two. You
wouldn't mind would you?"

Once again I was speechless. I was hypnotized by her conversation.

"Of course you wouldn't," she answered for me. "Actually it wouldn't matter
anyway, would it slave?"

It was as if her conversation had totally changed my mood. No longer was I
confused. She had put me in such a state of submissive horniness that I
would now do anything without hesitation. And to think it was all done with
"just" words. God, she knew me better than I knew myself. I answered her
with enthusiasm.

"No Mistress. It wouldn't make any difference. Although I would serve them
well to make you proud of me. And if you need to use me now for your
personal needs, I will be happy to be of service to you."

Her smile grew and her eyes seemed to soften. I knew she liked my answer.

"Actually I want Tom to be here the first time. Who knows he might want to
relieve himself too. You can get out of there for now, and quickly clean the
shower. When you're done with that, grab a clean towel and meet me in the
dressing room where you're going to learn how to take care of some more of
my personal needs, only not quite this personal," she laughed.

She then raised the aluminum door and let me out. With that she turned and
walked out. I wiped down the shower in about two minutes, took a towel out
of the linen closet and went into the dressing room. Sheila was sitting on
the edge of the leather chaise.

"You can start drying my feet and work your way up."

I knelt before her and lifted her left foot. I started at her sole, patting
it dry, softly moving the towel between her toes, and working my way up her
ankles and muscular calves. I then massaged the towel behind her knees,
rubbing up her firm thighs. When I reached her mound I softly patted it dry.
I then started on her right foot and worked my way up again. She then stood
up and turned around so her beautiful ass was right in front of my face. I
patted her ass dry and started up her back. She turned her head and looked
at me over her shoulder.

"You know, I can't remember if I washed my crack or not. Why don't you make
sure it's clean John."

With this she spread her cheeks apart with her hands. I looked inside at her
small pink anus.

"It looks clean to me Mistress."

"Looking clean is not good enough, get your tongue up there and make sure
it's clean."

I nuzzled my mouth and nose in between her buns. I then started my tongue at
the bottom of her crack and licked all the way up to the top. I repeated
this three times. I loved her ass. I could worship it forever. I wanted to
penetrate her anus, but didn't know if she wanted me to. Her next words left
no doubt.

"Go ahead and clean my hole too, John. After all, that is the source of its
uncleanness."

With that she spread her cheeks even wider and I pointed my tongue just
inside the entrance and started licking her anal walls. She started moaning
immediately. I plunged deeper and deeper.

"Oh John, this feels unbelievable. I love having my ass reamed. This isn't
one of Tom's favorite things. In fact I can't remember the last time he did
it. I'm getting soo hot."

All of the sudden she stepped away and pointed to the chaise.

"Lay here on your back. I'll be back in a minute."

She walked through the closet and into the bedroom. She returned holding a
dildoe. She climbed over my face and spread her cheeks. She then sat full
weight on my face with her anus over my mouth. Her body was facing my feet.
I immediately started servicing her ass again. I soon heard the humming of
the dildoe. She was getting herself off while having her ass reamed at the
same time. She had such an appetite for sex. And I loved her using me every
bit as much as she did getting off. She had a huge orgasm several minutes
later. She then moved up a little so her pussy was over my mouth.

"Here slut, go ahead and clean this also."

I sucked and tongued out her thick orgasm. It tasted sweeter than honey. She
finally got off my face and sat next to me. She looked down at me and
smiled. She ran her first two fingers through her cream that covered my
face. She then stuck her fingers in my mouth. I sucked it off like it was my
first meal in a week. She continued to this without saying a word. Finally
she stood up.

"I know you're horny as hell, but this time you're going to have to suffer.
Part of being a slave is being denied pleasure. In fact pleasure for the
perfect slave should be the pleasure of its owner. Do you think that you
could ever get to that level of submission?

"With you as my owner Mistress, I think I can."

Sheila laughed at my answer. "Oh you do, do you? What if it was my pleasure
to let Tom use you at one of his poker games. No women. Just him and his
poker buddies. Would you receive pleasure from that?

I hesitated before answering. "I don't think so ma'am."

"So you still have a way to go, don't you?"

"I guess I do Mistress."

"Don't worry, I can already see you have the potential to be as close to
being the perfect slave as humanly possible."

"Thank you ma'am."

She then sat on the stool in front of the make up mirror.

"Come on over here and start learning how to do my hair, and make up. Then
you can dress me."

After doing her hair and make up per her instruction, we went into the
closet. She picked out a nice summery blue dress, with two thin straps that
would cross her bare shoulders. The dress would end just above her knees.
She got a pair of white silk panties and matching strapless bra. I dressed
her as ordered. I truly felt like her ladies maid. I then followed her to
the shoe rack.

Which pair do you think would look good?

After looking a while I chose a pair of white sandals with a three-inch
heel. The top of the shoe had thin leather straps criss-crossed down the
foot, stopping at the base of the toes. Only a single strap went around the
ankle. The heel and sole were very thin.

"You have very good taste John. Those were the ones I probably would have
chose myself. Now go ahead and put them on."

I knelt down, picked up the shoes and slipped them on her bare feet. The
white shoes on her tanned feet with her red toenails made me dizzy with
lust. I bent down and kissed her long plump toes passionately. She let me
worship them for a few minutes, and then stepped away.

"I'm going out to lunch with a good friend of mine. I'll be home when I'm
home. You'll find plenty to eat downstairs in the kitchen. After you eat, I
want you to mow and trim the grass. Everything you need is in the barn. When
that's done, come in and take a shower. Put on the black lace apron that
I'll leave on your bed. You can pick up and dust until I get home. Is
everything clear?"

"Yes ma'am, perfectly."

"Good. See you in a few hours then."

She then walked away with me lustily watching her. I stayed there gathering
my thoughts for about fifteen minutes. I wanted to jack off, but I didn't. I
heard her Mercedes pull out of the garage.

TO BE CONTINUED..



DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER 21.



This story contains Female domination, extreme foot worship, mm, and most
aspects of the D/s world.

All comments are welcome. Address them to neil at: severin98@aol.com alias
curiosub.



A slave's Road-part 5



I went downstairs to my bedroom, put on a pair of shorts and my tennies. I
noticed the apron she had laid out on the bed. It was very feminine, and
sexy. I went into the kitchen and had a bowl of cereal and bananas. I drank
a cup of coffee, and made my way outside to the barn. I left my shirt off to
improve my tan. The barn was part of the original farm. It was pretty small
as far as farm barns go. It probably housed only a few horses and milk cows
in its day. The cedar flats were old and weathered, but still in good shape.
There were two oak support poles from the ground to the roof. There were six
stalls where they used to keep the animals. I noticed a couple of stalls had
fresh hay in them. The rest of the floor was dirt. I found the lawn mower
and all the accessories in the first stall. The mower was a rider. Leave it
to Tom and Sheila to go first class. The engine started with the first turn
of the key. It only took me a little over two hours to cut the grass, trim,
and edge and sweep the walkway. I was really enjoying myself. Even though
they were both out, I still felt under their control. I knew I was becoming
more and more under their power.

After I put all the equipment back, I went back in the house. I showered and
shaved as Sheila instructed. I also massaged some body lotion in. I truly
felt sexy, in a slutty type of way. I wanted my owners to find me
attractive, and I would do everything possible to fulfill their desires. I
reached for the apron on the bed. It felt so soft. I'm sure it was silk. It
was black, but also transparent. The border was ruffled. I tied it to
myself. My backside was completely exposed, except for the narrow ties
around my waist. In the front, the bottom hem only came down to my mid
thigh. I looked at myself in the full mirror on the bathroom door. I was
pleased. With my smooth skin and tan body, I looked like a whore ready for
easy pickings. My firm, white ass contrast to the rest of my body seemed to
further exploit my subservience. I never had thoughts like this about
myself. This must be how a woman getting ready for a hot date feels. I even
used a little perfume I found in the bathroom. It smelled flowery and sexy.

After I primped a little more in the mirror, I went out into the kitchen. I
cleared the breakfast dishes out of the sink, and put them in the
dishwasher. I wiped down all the countertops, and table. I then went out to
the family room and started dusting. This room was really comfortable. The
massive fireplace was the center attraction. Two leather couches, facing
each other, ran lengthwise from the fireplace. At the other end of the
couches was a matching loveseat. Of course the tables, lamps, and artwork
were a perfect fit. Everything together created an intimate conversation
area. As I was dusting the mantel over the fireplace, I heard the back door
open. I kept on with my duties, assuming it was Sheila returning from her
lunch date. I was totally shocked when I heard an unfamiliar voice.

"Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes."

I slowly turned around facing the woman standing in the doorway. I had
briefly met her before at one of Tom and Sheila's parties. Her name was
Linda. She was what I call a big beautiful woman. She was probably 5’11"
tall, and weighed about one hundred and seventy pounds. She had coal black
hair, soft with big curls, cut short in a stylish fashion. Her complexion
was light and like porcelain doll. She was very pretty. Even though she was
large, she was firm and proportionate. But the most distinctive part of her
was her eyes. They were the most beautiful baby blues I had ever seen. They
were smiling and piercing at the same time.

Once again she spoke. "Hi, I'm Linda. Sheila and I left the restaurant at
the same time, but she must of hit a few more red lights than I did." Then
she smiled, showing perfect white teeth. "She's been telling me all about
you, John."

I didn't know what to say. I was embarrassed beyond belief. Linda walked
over and sat down on the couch. She crossed her long powerful legs. She was
wearing a turquoise blue business suit with a white blouse. Her skirt came
well above her knees when she was sitting down. She had on dark hose with
three inch black pumps. She slowly swung her leg as she watched me. I
noticed her shoe was dangling on her toes.

I finally found my voice and spoke. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Some ice tea would be nice."

"I'll get you some then. Please forgive me if it takes a while. I'm not
familiar where everything is in the kitchen."

"I'll think about it," she smiled.

She read the perplexed look on my face. "Think about forgiving you John."

"Oh," was all I could say.

As I made my way into the kitchen, I could feel her eyes on me. I wondered
just how much Sheila had revealed about me. Since she didn't seem shocked
about my appearance, I assumed she had told her everything. I lucked out and
found almost a full pitcher of ice tea in the fridge. I poured a glass on
the rocks and made my way back in the family room. As I approached her I
noticed her heel had dropped to the floor. Her feet were quite large. Not
only were they long but they were very wide. Her toes were strong looking. I
could see her nails through the black hose. They were painted scarlet. I
handed her the glass of tea, trying not to be too obvious about looking at
her feet. She smiled and took the glass. Just as I was about to turn away,
she spoke.

"John, would you be a dear and replace my shoe on my foot?"

I had no doubt now that Sheila had told her everything. That this scenario
was set up. Even with that knowledge though, I was still a fly in her web. I
could no more resist her temptation than a bee could resist honey. I knelt
down and picked up her heel. Her eyes met mine and she raised her foot just
a few inches away from my face. The scent of her foot infiltrated my sense
of smell. It was earthy and sweet. My dick started to grow uncontrollably. I
held her foot with one hand. It was warm and a little moist. I put the shoe
on her foot with my other hand. Before I could get off of my knees, Sheila
walked into the room.

"I see you're making yourself at home Linda," Sheila laughed.

"Where do you find such good help?" Linda joked back.

"Not only is he good, he's so cheap. Isn't that right slut?"

"Yes." I said softly.

"Yes what, slut."

"Yes Mistress Sheila," I answered.

"My my," Linda said. "He's so well trained."

"He still has a long way to go, but he’s coming along quickly," Sheila
smiled.

Sheila walked over and sat down on the loveseat next to Linda’s place on the
end of the couch. An oak end table separated the two pieces of furniture. I
was still kneeling on all fours by Linda’s feet. I noticed she was dangling
her shoe again. This time it was only inches from my face. I couldn’t help
it. I was hypnotized by her swinging shoe, watching her balance it on the
tip of her toes. Getting glimpses of the bottom of her foot when she
casually flipped the shoe forward, then looking at the soiled bottom of her
shoe when it came back. While this was going on, the two women kept talking
as if I wasn’t there. I knew they were talking about me, but their voices
seemed far away. All of the sudden Linda’s shoe was tapping on my face.

"John!" I heard Linda’s loud voice being directed at me.

I came out of my trance and answered her. "Yes ma'am?"

"Your Mistress would also like a glass of ice tea, and while you're at it
you can refill mine." I looked up at Sheila. She was smirking at me. She had
obviously told me to get her a glass, but I was so preoccupied with Linda’s
swinging shoe I didn’t hear it.

"John, you are such a spacehead sometimes. Put a foot in front of your face
and your brain turns into putty. You are going to be so easy to train."

"I’m getting a little jealous," Linda said half jokingly. "I think I would
really enjoy having a slave. If they are as obedient as John, then I know I
would love it."

"The whole key is finding someone who is naturally submissive. I honestly
believe people are born sexually submissive," Sheila responded.

As the two women carried on their conversation, I went into the kitchen to
fetch their drinks. When I returned, I placed the drinks down on the end
table for them. They were still talking about slaves. Linda looked at me
with a twinkle in her eye.

"Sheila tells me after she has you completely trained she is going to use
you at our swing parties."

I hadn’t realized that Linda was part of the special group. I didn’t know
what to say, so I said nothing.

"At the rate you’re going John, you might be broken by the end of this
week," Sheila said. "You have a long way to go, but you are going to be our
slave for six more days, twenty four hours a day. After what we plan to put
you through, you will be our chattel. And Linda, if you are really
interested in a slave, you can try out John for a weekend."

"I’m definitely going to take you up on that. I know Jeff, my husband, would
want a slave, but he might prefer a female."

"After he has his cock sucked by John, he might change his mind," Sheila
laughed.

"Really? So he’s a good cocksucker, is he?

"He sucked his first cock just this last weekend. Tom says he’s one of the
best he’s ever had. You have to remember that he loves being a slave. When
he sucks cock or eats pussy or even gives a foot massage, it goes past the
ordinary. He doesn’t just go through the actions, he really worships you.
You can feel the difference, believe me."

"I’m getting hot just thinking about it," Linda responded. "I know Jeff and
I will put him through his paces. When we do borrow him, will we have your
permission to punish him if it is necessary?"

"And when it’s not necessary," Sheila laughed. "Punishing a slave, even when
he hasn’t really done anything wrong keeps them on edge, more submissive. It
let’s them know they are owned by you. They want to feel owned. Plus, I’m
finding out there is another benefit."

"And what’s that?" Linda asked dreamily.

"I’m finding out that it makes me very hot. I didn’t really expect that.
It’s such a power trip. To see the welts appear on him, hear him cry for
mercy, and then afterwards watch his passion reach almost a frenzy pitch. At
that point there is a magical, even spiritual bond between Mistress and
slave."

Sheila’s words were really getting to me. Not just my cock, but my heart as
well.

"You make it sound so romantic, Sheila", Linda said.

"It is very romantic. You have to remember when you own someone, you have to
love them. It’s not the same type of love as with your husband, but a
special love just the same. I am responsible for his well being. When he
becomes ill, I will have to take care of him. He is our property, a living
property. Yes, we will love using and abusing him, but remember that is what
he also craves more than anything else in this world. We are truly lucky to
have found out that one of our best friends, who we know is trustworthy,
intelligent, and sincere is also submissive."

At this point I knelt down at Sheila’s feet and looked her in the eye. "It
is I who is lucky Mistress. I have always dreamed of being a slave, but
never really expected that dream to come true. Not only has it come true,
but has surpassed any dream or fantasy I have ever had."

Sheila looked down and smiled at my kneeling form. "If you can tell me that
at the end of this week my slave, then I will know that we will have as
close to a perfect Mistress/slave relationship as possible. But remember,
the week is just starting." She then turned her attention back to Linda.
"Linda, how would you like to use John as our throw rug?"

"Mmm..I thought you’d never ask."

"Slave! On your back with your head towards Linda."

I obeyed, lying on my back with my face in front of Linda’s seat and my body
stretched toward Sheila’s. Linda wasted no time in placing her left-heeled
foot on my chest. She then crossed her right leg over and once again started
swinging her leg, dangling her shoe on the tips of her toes. Only this time
I was looking at it from a worm’s view. I then felt Sheila’s feet resting on
my body. One was on my thigh, the other on my crotch. She had still not
removed her heels either. The weight of both pairs of feet on me would
normally have been painful, but I was in such a state of lust I didn’t care.
Linda’s swinging shoe kept getting lower and lower. Soon the slim heel was
slapping my cheek. She then looked down at me and started to press her heel
in between my lips. She then spoke.

"Open up slave, I want you to suck this heel as if you would my husband’s
cock."

I let the heel enter my mouth. I then started sucking on its tip as
sensuously as I could. Then taking more and more of it in, until the sole of
her shoe was resting on my face. I was sucking her heel like a total slut. I
could also feel Sheila’s heel grinding into my crotch. There was some pain
there but it only fed the flames of my lust even more.

"My my, he is an enthusiastic little slut isn’t he? I’m sure Jeff would be
squirming in his seat with this kind of action on his cock."

"You can’t imagine how devoted his mouth is. Go ahead and let him work on
your feet for awhile. You will be swooning in minutes."

With that said, Linda let her shoe fall off her foot, hitting my face and
tumbling to the floor. Once again I was mesmerized as I looked up at the
sole of her now shoeless foot, taking in all of its earthy aroma. She
pointed her nylon-covered toes towards my lips, gently prying them open. I
responded with total submission, sucking her big toe into my wet warm mouth.
Gently sucking it, running my tongue on its bottom. Letting it out of my
mouth only to shower the entire bottom of her foot with soft kisses. Then
starting with her little toe and individually sucking each toe back to her
big one again. I could hear her moans from above. I knew I was pleasing her.

"Oh Sheila.....this is heaven! I am getting so turned on!"

"He can take care of that problem also," Sheila said.

"I’m afraid he might have to. I don’t think I could drive home in this
state," Linda said laughingly.

"Why don’t you get more comfortable, and I will get his collar and leash for
you.

"I’m going to have to. Do you want me to use him right here on the couch?"

"Why not, it’s just the three of us. Besides, I’m interested in watching him
with another woman. Plus it will broaden his horizons as a slave. For him to
be loaned to you at the spur of a moment surely has to impress on him just
how much of a slave he is becoming."

Linda stood up and looked at me lying helplessly at her feet. She kicked her
other shoe off and ordered me to kneel before her. I obeyed. Sheila had
walked out of the room.

"I want you to take off my dress, and then my pantyhose."

"Yes ma'am." I obediently started unfastening her dress, then slipping it
down and off. I then slipped my thumbs inside the elastic waistband of her
pantyhose and started sliding them down. I noticed she had on black silk
panties. Her thighs and calves were large, but very firm and shapely. She
sat back down when the hose were at her ankles. I then pulled them the rest
of the way off. Her feet were even more beautiful bare. They were so creamy
and soft. I kept looking down at them not knowing really what to do next. I
then felt her hand pushing the back of my head down on them. I passionately
started worshipping her feet, licking in between her toes, collecting the
day’s soil from them and of course swallowing it. She just looked down at me
in silence. I really think she was in awe of my subservience to her. I’m
sure the first time a woman feels the power of using a slave, it is a very
special moment. I continued worshipping her feet for several more minutes. I
then heard Sheila came back into the room.

"I hope he is treating you well," she said cheerily. Sheila had kicked off
her heels, and was still wearing her summery dress. I noticed she had the
leash and collar. She sat back down and presented her right foot in front of
my face.

"See what I bought today slave?"

I looked at the jade toe ring on her second toe. It looked so sexy.

"It is beautiful Mistress. You have such good taste." I then placed my lips
upon it and kissed it. She then pulled her foot away.

"This is Linda’s moment now though."

She then handed Linda the collar and leash. Linda took it smilingly. I could
tell she was loving every minute of this. It made me feel good that I was
pleasing my Mistress’ friend. She placed her hand under my chin, tilted my
face up and looked me directly in the eyes. Oh...those eyes. I quickly got
lost in them, feeling my self surrendering to her power. She then buckled
the collar around my neck, and attached the leash to the collar. She tightly
gripped the leash only about a foot from the collar. She jerked it hard a
few times as if testing its strength. Her eyes never left mine while all
this was going on. She then settled back into the couch and pulled me into
to her pantied crotch. Her aroma was strong, but not at all unpleasant. I
started kissing her through her wet panties, running my tongue underneath
them licking her oozing slit. I noticed she was shaved. My lips bunched up
her panties even more as I gently rooted my mouth and nose into her pussy. I
couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted to put my whole face into it. To be
completely engulfed by it. I felt her tense, and her thighs tighten around
my neck. Her moans and the sudden rush of cream out of her pussy told me she
had orgasmed. She pushed my head away for a second and told me to take off
her panties. As I looked up I noticed she had unbuttoned her blouse and let
her large breasts spill out of her half bra. Her nipples were hard as if she
had been playing with them. Her eyes were far away now, filled with lust. I
slipped her panties down her legs and off of her feet. I kissed my way back
up to her pussy. I felt the leash being tugged hard, pulling my face deep in
her pussy. I licked and swallowed her orgasm. Her juices were thick and
creamy. Then I started nibbling her extended clit. I pressed it between my
soft lips, gently sucking on it, then flicking it with the tip of my tongue.
Then going down to her slit again, taking deep slow swipes with my tongue. I
could feel her getting wetter and wetter. She must have let go of the leash,
because I felt her fingers in my hair pulling me in deeper. I heard her
moaning get louder and louder. I knew she was on the brink of another
orgasm. I picked up my tongue speed to match her thrusts. Once again I felt
her thighs tighten around my collared neck. She was moaning loudly now,
almost screaming. And then she came, and came, and came. I felt like I was
swallowing her cream by the quarts. Finally all was quiet. I finished
cleaning her out and withdrew my face. I looked up at her smiling face. She
patted my head as if rewarding her dog. This pleased me.

"You did well slave, very well." She then turned toward Sheila. "Thank you
my dear friend for this whole experience. This has convinced me for sure to
find a submissive for Jeff and I."

Sheila’s smile was beaming. I could tell she had enjoyed the show immensely.
I could also tell it had made her quite hot. "As I said before Linda, when
we have him fully trained you and Jeff are welcome to borrow him."

"I will definitely hold you to that," Linda smiled. She then looked down at
me. "Slave, dress me as I have to be on my way home. I’m going to need some
of Jeff’s cock tonight. He won’t know what hit him after I get through with
him," she laughed.

I then dressed her and kissed the top of her shoes when I was finished. She
patted the top of my head. She then stood up, gave Sheila a hug and bid
farewell. I could tell they were good friends. Sheila escorted her out. They
talked another fifteen or so minutes outside. I heard Sheila come in through
the garage door. I had tidied up the family room again and was putting the
glasses in the dishwasher. I turned around when I heard her voice. She was
smiling, but there was a serious tone to her demeanor.

"You pleased me this afternoon, slave. But don’t think it’s going to be all
fun and games. When Tom gets home tonight, you are going to be in for a very
humiliating evening."

TO BE CONTINUED.....




IF YOU ARE UNDER 21, DO NOT READ THIS MATERIAL.

This story contains Female domination, extreme foot worship, Mm, and most
aspects of a D/s relationship.

If these subjects offend you, then please leave now.

I welcome all comments. Please feel free to email neil (me) at
severin98@aol.com alias curiosub.



A slave's road-Part 6



After Linda left, I finished cleaning up the kitchen. Mistress went out to
the lanai to read and relax. The sky was turning dark. A stiff wind was
coming from the north, and you could smell a storm in the air. But that was
typical for June in Indiana. Actually, I found a good storm brewing quite
romantic. The temperature cooled down and it seemed to put an erotic charge
in the air. After the dishes were put away, I went out to see if Sheila
wanted anything. She was still in her summery blue dress. She was reading
the newspaper. Her feet were bare and she was resting them on the coffee
table. Her right ankle was crossed over her left. Her soft beautiful soles
were facing me and I couldn't keep my eyes of them.

"Do you need anything Mistress?"

"You can bring me a glass of ice water and chat with me a while."

"May I get one for myself also?"

Sheila laughed heartily. "A bit thirsty are you? I guess your mouth did have
quite a work out today, didn't it?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Go ahead and get two glasses John. Then come back and sit next to me. We
need to talk some."

I came back and took a seat on the other end of the couch. She tucked her
feet under her and faced me. Her sparkling green eyes met mine.

"How do you feel about what happened this afternoon John?"

"I hope I pleased you Mistress."

"You did great John, but that's not what I'm talking about. How do you feel
inside....being used by a stranger, being loaned out by me, your owner. I
want you to tell me how you really feel. I want you to get in touch with
your submissive self, John. I want to own a part of your soul."

"I feel very free and natural when I am under your power Mistress, like it
is meant to be. I uh...well ...this is kind of hard to put in words.... "

"Go ahead John. In order for this relationship to work you must tell me
everything. Now tell me."

"I have always respected you and Tom. You are my best friends. Perhaps that
is why I have suppressed my feelings about you. I know I have always found
you beautiful, inside and out. You always seemed too far up the echelon for
me, so I relegated myself to being your friend. Not because I thought you
were stuck up, but it is just your whole demeanor. You are as down to earth
and friendly as any one I know, but you exude class. You don't even realize
you do it. It's just natural. Perhaps it's your breeding ....I don't know.
But I do know that since this weekend these feelings about you are
surfacing. I realize now that they have been there a long time. I am in love
with you Sheila."

Sheila's eyes smiled at me. She didn't speak right away, and when she did
she spoke very earnestly.

"I have good female intuition John. I have always felt certain passionate
vibes from you but I didn't realize how deep they were. You know that I love
Tom as my husband, as my mate and equal for life."

"Of course I do Mistress. And I would never want to interfere with that,
even if I could. I am sexually submissive. I would never be truly happy in a
relationship where I couldn't be submissive. What I am saying is I look at
you as my Queen. Yes I lust to be your slave, but it goes far beyond simple
lust. Your power is so deep in me Mistress. You are a part of my soul. Just
the scent of you is enough to make me completely helpless....totally in your
power. Every time I look at you, my knees get weak. Being owned by you is
having my wildest and biggest fantasy come true."

"I never realized that I had that powerful of an impact on you John. What
you just said is very special to me. It is also something I will use to
enslave you even further. From what I just heard, you are telling me you
want to be my slave with absolutely no limits; is this correct?

"Yes Mistress", I solemnly replied.

"In that case John, your training this week is going to progress much faster
than originally planned. I see no reason why I shouldn't start using you as
our full-fledged slave right now. You have no idea how much power you just
gave me with your confession.....or maybe you do", she smiled. "I want you
to shower again, put some oil all over your smooth body, dab some of my
perfume on, and put on your lace apron. You are going to meet Tom as he
comes in the door. You will be on your knees with a cold beer in a frosted
mug in your hand. We are going to use you tonight like you have never been
used before."

Just as she completed her sentence, a bolt of lightning flashed close by and
a loud clap of thunder seemed to shake the lanai. We both looked at each
other in silence. She was smiling and relaxed. I was a little timid, not
from the storm but from what she just said. I thought I would touch her
heart with my confession of love to her. Instead she took my love as a
powerful tool to lead me further down the road to total slavery. I was just
starting to realize this was not some fun, sexy, spur of the minute fling
for her. She wanted a permanent slave. Someone who would devote their life
to her......to give up their self to become her property. I knew I could
never do this with someone I didn't love, no matter how beautiful they were.
But I also knew that I couldn't deny Sheila anything. I loved her in a way
that no one else did. She knew that now, and as she said, would use that
love to enslave me totally. I felt both scared and aflame with passion. On
one side I was thinking; what in the hell have I gotten myself into, my
whole life is about to change drastically. On the other side it was much
more than thinking. It was a feeling of love and surrender that I felt down
to my soul. It made me feel more alive than I have ever felt before. I
realized there was no choice. My road was already chosen.

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