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Warning!! Do not read if under twenty-one, or easily offended by adult
sexual material.  This material is only intended for adults.  All
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Alicia's Lackey part 3 By Slave Shoelicker

I crawled into the bathroom to clean myself up for the new workday.  I
looked at my reflection in the mirror and started sobbing at my utter
disgrace.  The tears rolled down my cheeks over the caked on crust of
Alicia's feces.  The tears collected on my lips, and I ran my tongue
across them, once again tasting her foul waste.  I tried to pull
myself together and got into the shower.  No matter how hard I washed,
I still felt "dirty."  I shaved and decided to dress as best I could
to recover some self-respect.  I looked down on the twine encircling
my balls and cock..  I thought about removing it, but then feared for
the reaction I would receive from Alicia when she found out.  I
finished dressing and walked out through the deathly quiet trailer.

I tried to hold my head up as I headed back to Alicia's trailer.  I
knocked softly on the door and waited.

"Enter," I heard, and my heart jumped as I walked in.

"Well don't we look dapper today," Alicia said sarcastically as she
look me over.  I offered no response.

The make-up lady was just finishing up.  She really had an easy job of
it since Alicia's natural beauty required very little attention.  Her
duties mainly consisted of combing her hair and patting some powder
just to justify her job.

"You must learn to greet me properly, Shiteater," Alicia remarked as
the woman shot me a condescending look as she prepared for another
show I was about to put on.  I had hoped she would be gone and spare
me the public display of some humiliating act Alicia was about to put
me through.

"How should I greet you Miss Alicia?" I asked.

"Oh I'm sure you can think of some way that I would consider proper.
Perhaps you might even be able to surprise me," she said.  "Try not to
be to disappointing though.  I'm not in the mood to be patient today."

Just what would she consider proper?  Perhaps if I did come up with
some manner that she felt was appropriate, she would ease up a bit
when we got out to the set.  After all, the make-up woman had already
seen me humiliated.  Maybe some extra effort on my part now would
spare me some humiliation latter in front of the entire crew.  And
besides, I needed to get this twine off my nuts.  It was becoming very
uncomfortable.  But how to greet this haughty teen bitch?

I noticed Alicia hit a button on a remote control and heard the
camcorder on the tripod whiz into action.  Maybe she was going to make
me a movie star, I thought as I tried to find some humor in my
situation. 

I sank to my knees and then got down on my belly.  Slowly I slithered
towards the chair she was sitting in.  She was still in her robe with
one leg crossed over the other.  The robe was loosely tied and almost
her entire leg was exposed as it gently swung back and forth.  Her
lovely feet were bare and my loins stirred as I made my way towards
the magnificent beauty seated there.  Upon reaching her, I put my
forehead to the floor inches from her foot and prepared to greet this
Goddess before me.

"Miss Alicia, your most unworthy humble servant awaits your command.
I will offer you my utmost effort with respect to your every wish.  I
will endeavor to satisfy your every need without any thought to
myself," I said, surprised at the sincerity with which I said it.

The woman was laughing quite uncontrollably.  "Thank-you Denise,"
Alicia said dismissing her.

"Well well Shiteater that was passable, but lets see if you can live
up to your lofty claims before we get too congratulatory," Alicia
remarked as she grabbed my hair with her toes and yanked my head from
the floor to gaze into my eyes.

She let go of my hair and brought her foot around.  Her foot gently
traced along my lips with her toes.  The pale pink toenail polish
looked marvelous against the lovely tanned skin of her foot.  There
was not an imperfection in sight, even on the bottom of her foot.  It
was clear that Alicia had been catered to from a very early age.
Perhaps her attitude towards me was natural.  She had been waited on
hand and foot for as long as she could remember, and she was perfect
in every way.  The epitome of pure beauty.  It was only natural that
she should expect the rest of us to submit to her needs and desires.
I might even be considered lucky that she would take the time to
recognize my existence at all.

Alicia's foot stopped grazing my lips.  It took me a moment to notice,
as I had become absorbed in the electric sensations that were pulsing
through my body.  I had been moaning with delight, although I was
unaware of it.  Alicia was quite aware of what she was doing as she
smiled at the ease at which she could send me to a level of sexual
arousal that was so intense, I couldn't focus on reality.  My cock was
twitching and only the biting twine wrapped around its base prevented
my orgasm.

"Please may I remove the twine Miss Alicia," I begged.

"It does look like it was put on rather shabbily, very well."

I removed the twine remaining in my prostrate position before her
feet.

"Kiss it," Alicia ordered as her lovely foot once more appeared inches
from my lips.

My mouth watered at the thought of it.  Reverently I approached her
fantastic foot.  I closed my eyes and ever so passionately kissed the
tip of her toes.  I was lost in a state of pure ecstasy as I exploded
in the most earth shattering orgasm I'd ever experienced.  I have no
idea how long it lasted, as time seemed to disappear.  It was so
emotionally draining that I was sapped of all strength.  It took all
that I could muster just to say:

"Thank you Miss Alicia."

I lay there at her feet believing that I may be the luckiest man
alive.  Just how many men would die to be with this young Goddess.  I
had experienced the closest thing to heaven there was on this earth.
How would I be able to repay the benevolence Alicia just bestowed upon
me.  This ultimate act of kindness on her part indebted me to her for
the rest of my life.

"Clean that mess," Alicia ordered.

I looked at the huge load I deposited on the floor.  Without
hesitation I obeyed her command.  Alicia got up to get the camcorder
as I began lapping my own cum from the filthy floor.

"Smile for the camera," she mused as she moved in for a close up.

I turned my head to see her giggling face behind the lens, my mouth
and lips covered in cum.  I went back to my disgusting task amazed at
how little shame I felt.  Perhaps I had been stripped of all
self-respect.  Perhaps I had no pride left to feel shame.  Perhaps
Alicia believed that no mortal human deserved attention from her and
dehumanization was the price I had to pay for the privilege of
remaining in her presence.

"Put this on," I heard her say, as some leather contraption landed on
the floor where I was carefully retracing with my tongue to insure it
was thoroughly clean.

I looked at the leather device and knew immediately where it was
intended to go.  Alicia giggled as she saw what must have been a look
of sheer disappointment on my face.  The device had three loops.  Two
similar loops for my balls, and one for my penis.  I forced a ball
through one of the loops and winced in pain, as the opening was quite
small and it required a good deal of pressure to force it through.
The next one was more difficult, as I not only had to force it
through, but I had to stretch it over to get to the other loop
opening.  To get the third loop around my cock, I had to pull up on
the devise.  This caused the relatively inflexibly body of the devise
to tug my balls up and out in front of my body, stretching the sac to
the limit.  Maybe I shouldn't have been so quick to get the twine
removed.

The third loop was adjustable, and as I was affixing it Alicia came
over to "adjust" it properly.  She yanked it so that it was very
tightly secured around the base of my cock, stretching my balls out
even further.  I needed to hunch over in order to relieve the pain
this wicked device caused to my grossly distended and disfigured
scrotum sac.  It looked hideously ridiculous as I was made to pose for
the camera.

Alicia then approached with a five-foot length of rawhide cord which
had a metal clasp at one end.  She attached the clasp to a metal ring
on the underside of the cock and ball harness.  She took the lead and
paraded me around the room as I followed gingerly behind her in my
hunched over position.  Satisfied with the effectiveness of the leash,
Alicia had me put my pants back on while she prepared to go to costume
and prepare for filming.

The harness produced a huge bulge in the front of my pants.  With the
rawhide leash hanging out of my fly and my awkward stance, attention
was sure to be drawn to the "bulge."  This, however, was probably by
design.

Alicia picked up the leash and set out for the costume set.  I hobbled
behind her as best I could, careful not to fall back too far given the
short length of the lead.  Numerous people stopped to stare at the new
pet of the young star actress.  Several took the time to make wise
cracks about my predicament such as:

"Hey Alicia, don't you know the policy about dogs on the set?"

Yesterday, I would have died of shame if I were in this position.
Today, although I was somewhat embarrassed, Strangely I was also proud
of the attention Alicia was devoting towards me.  She was devoting a
considerable amount of her time and effort, and this I regarded with
great joy that she would take such an interest in me.  I was so
grateful to Alicia for the attention she bestowed upon me, I was able
and perhaps even willing to suffer the utter humiliation she was
putting me through.  Maybe Alicia considered it necessary for someone
like me to remain in her presence.  For surely, she was a rare and
special being.

We arrived at the costume trailer and Alicia led me in.  She walked me
to a corner and ordered me to "Heel!"

I dropped to my hands and knees, and Alicia went off to dress.  I
refused to engage in conversation and sat there ignoring the insults
that were hurled at me.  A short time later, Alicia reappeared,
looking radiant in a short babydoll dress.  She had on flat sandals,
exposing her pretty feet.  She stopped in front of me as I knelt
before her.  She waited and I knew what she expected.

"Miss Alicia, your most unworthy humble servant awaits your command.
I will offer you my utmost effort with respect to your every wish.  I
will endeavor to satisfy your every need without any thought to
myself," I said as she slid her foot in front of my downcast head.

Reverently I placed my lips to the tips of her exposed toes.  I closed
my eyes and softly and slowly kissed Alicia's lovely foot, oblivious
to the sounds of the crew as they joked and laughed at my obsequious
performance.  Alicia raised my face with her foot.  Never have I felt
so wonderful as I devotedly looked into her eyes.  It was more than a
greeting line that I just uttered.  I believed it now with all my
heart.  I would do anything for her.  I would suffer anything for her.

Alicia made some snorting sounds like those one makes when sucking
snot into the back of the throat.  Then she made some hacking noises
collecting the snot into her mouth.  Most of the cast was now silently
watching in the trailer.  I looked longingly into her eyes and she
into mine.  Alicia spit a large mass of phlegm, snot and saliva that
splattered all over my face.  The thick wad spread out from the force
of the impact, covering an eye, my nose and mouth.  I didn't recoil at
all.  I had no feelings of disgust.  I reached out with my tongue and
collected as much as I could, savoring the delicious offering from
Alicia who was becoming my reason for living.

"Thank you for your generous gift, Miss Alicia," I said proudly.

"Leash!" she said, and I handed her my lead.

She turned to leave, and I followed behind, choosing to crawl on my
hands and knees as the snot and spittle oozed down my face.

We proceeded to the filming sight, and I took a spot on the ground by
Alicia's chair.  Alicia's performance was superb as the filming
commenced.  They were quickly taping scenes in one or two takes.  The
director was so pleased, he decided to take a stab at the big scene.
This was the scene that would make or break the film.  Everyone was
somewhat tense about how his or her performances would turn out.

Alicia walked towards me as I sat awe stuck by her beauty.  I put my
face to the desert dirt.

"Miss Alicia, your most unworthy humble servant awaits your command.
I will offer you my utmost effort with respect to your every wish.  I
will endeavor to satisfy your every need without any thought to
myself."

Her foot slid under my nose and I lovingly pecked kisses to her dusty
toes.

"Leash!" she said, which I dutifully handed to her.

"On your back."

I rolled over and Alicia stood over me with her feet on either side of
my head.  I was looking right up her fantastic legs to her pretty pale
pink cotton panties that were barely covered by the babydoll dress.
Alicia looked down at me as she reached under her skirt pulling the
cotton panties to one side.  Without warning Alicia began peeing on my
prone body.  I opened my mouth and attempted to catch as much of her
precious nectar as possible, but the stream splattered from the top of
my head to my neck.  I wanted her to continue urinating on me, as the
feelings washing over me were pure nirvana.  

Unfortunately, it ended all to quickly and Alicia took a seat in her
chair.  A tug on my leash and I slithered toward my Goddess.  The crew
watched in silence, not quite believing what they were witness to.  My
head was soaked in her urine.  I placed my forehead to the ground at
her feet.

"It looks like me feet and sandals are all wet and dirty," she
remarked.  "Quite filthy in fact.  I wouldn't suppose you would want
to clean them?"

"Oh Miss Alicia please.  Please grant me the honor and privilege of
cleaning your feet and shoes.  Please let me do it," I begged as if I
would die if she didn't grant me this task to perform.

"Very well," she said.

Her feet and sandals were soaked in her piss, and covered in dirt.
Many were revolted at what I was doing.  I had never felt joy and
ecstasy quite this intense.  I started at the bottom of her shoes and
greedily lapped the pee soaked dirt.  When I finished with the
sandals, I looked up at Alicia and she nodded slightly.  I removed my
shirt and laid it down.  Gently, I removed the newly cleaned sandals
and placed them on the shirt, kissing each lovingly before so.

I feasted my eyes on the heavenly sight of Alicia's soiled feet before
me.

"Thank you," I uttered with all the feeling I could muster.

I placed my lips to her feet.  It was as if a thousand volts of
electricity hit me.  My cock twitched with a sexual arousal I did not
think humanly possible.  I would have cum instantly if not for the
cock harness biting quite deeply now into the base of my penis.
Nevertheless, I shuddered with feelings far more pleasurable than any
orgasm I'd ever had.  I licked and slurped every inch of her feet, and
every nook and cranny, lost in a world where only Alicia and I
existed.

Time for the shoot was at hand and Alicia woke me from my trance with
a nudge of her pretty foot.  Boldly, I took a chance for one last
passionate kiss to the tip of her toes, then placed the sandals back
on her feet.  I knelt there as Alicia walked onto the set and the
filming was set to begin.

I watched along with everyone else as Alicia gave the performance of a
lifetime.  The first shoot was absolutely perfect.  The producer noted
it was better than any Oscar performance he could remember.  It was as
if Alicia derived a power, strength and confidence from my suffering,
subjugation and humiliation.  I beamed with pride as she returned from
the set.  She looked magnificent, and carried an aire of superiority
beyond any I'd seen before in her.  She knew she was light years
beyond anyone else out there, and her extreme arrogance was completely
justified.  She would be a star of galactic proportions.  As she
approached, I assumed my servile position and greeted her with all the
enthusiasm I could summon.

"Miss Alicia, your most unworthy humble servant awaits your command.
I will offer you my utmost effort with respect to your every wish.  I
will endeavor to satisfy your every need without any thought to
myself."

She extended her foot, and I kissed it.  I handed her my leash and we
headed off to her trailer.  Once inside, I was ordered to strip, and
quickly did so.  I noticed the purple coloring of my grotesque and
painful balls and wondered how long I would be forced to wear this
immensely painful harness.

Once disrobed, I wormed my way on my belly and supplicated myself at
Alicia's feet.  She read through some papers and relaxed after the
successful day of filming.  After a time she picked up the phone and
ordered dinner be sent to her at the trailer.  I, on the other hand,
had never known such contentment.  As I lay on my belly, my head at
her feet, Alicia would occasionally run her foot through my hair,
putting me in a state of pure bliss.

There was a knock on the door and Alicia sent me to answer it.  The
caterer was stunned when he saw my naked body, and he couldn't take
his eyes off my cock and balls.

"The food?" I said.

"Oh yes," he replied, "doesn't that hurt to high heaven?" looking at
my purple, distended balls and scrotum sac.

I merely took the food and returned to Alicia.

"Set the food out for two," she said, disappearing in the back.

I set the table and got down on my knees to await Alicia's return.
Shortly, she returned with a Tupperware container and stopped at the
camcorder to start it recording.

"Would you like to join me for dinner?" she asked nicely.

"Yes," I said somewhat flabbergasted.

We sat at the table and I waited my cue.  Alicia opened the Tupperware
and placed it on the ground at her feet.

"I'll release you from the cock harness, and your service to me, and
treat you like an equal for the rest of the time we work together, and
you can have a formal dinner at the table with me," she said and then
paused.  "Or you could return to the floor, with the harness remaining
in place, and continue to be treated as less than an animal, and have
what's in the bowl for dinner."

I looked down and saw her turd in the Tupperware.  The decision was
easy, and Alicia knew it.  I had never experienced one tenth of the
joy and ecstasy as I had in the last twenty-four hours supplicating
myself to this Goddess.  I wanted nothing more than to remain at her
feet.  I slid off the chair and put my face into the bowl about to eat
like the dog I was, when Alicia stopped me.

"If you choose what's in that bowl, you must first agree to cease to
exist as a man and become my total and complete slave.  You will be
nothing more than my property, and I will determine how you live….and
die," she said quite seriously.

No matter what might happen, I didn't care.  I couldn't bear the
thought of "living" without Alicia, for I knew that I couldn't call it
life without her.  Once graced by her magnificence it was impossible
to go on living without.

I lowered my face to the bowl and started eating her sewerage, only to
me there wasn't a more succulent meal in the world.  I savored each
bite, as Alicia was once again behind the camera.

"I intend to send this film to all who knew the 'person' who died
moments ago.  I'm sure his parents and friends will want to know why
he disappeared.  Say hello to those nice people," Alicia said.

It was difficult to tear myself away from Alicia's most generous
treat, and I did not want to hastily swallow the choice piece I was
chewing.  Alicia moved in for a close up as I finished.

"Hello," I said, "i am shiteater, Miss Alicia's toilet."

i said it with no emotion.  i didn't care what i had to give up to be
with Alicia.  All else was meaningless to me.  i returned to my feast
which i finished all to quickly.

"Would you like some dessert?" Alicia asked.  "I didn't get a chance
to wipe my butt.  But you'll do it for me, won't you shiteater."

"Oh yes Miss Alicia," i said not believing my good fortune.

Alicia leaned forward against the table and flipped the hem of her
short babydoll dress up exposing her perfect naked ass.  She swayed
her hips side to side and i was mesmerized.  i moved towards her
glorious ass, drool practically running out of the corners of my
mouth.  i placed tender kisses to each of her fine orbs.  So perfect.
An uncontrollable animal lust raged within me.  i reached her sacred
hole, my shrine, and commenced licking her clean.  Lapping up each
precious morsel i could find.  The rim completely cleaned, i probed
into her rosebud.  Alicia rocked back and forth as i tongue fucked her
poop shoot with every ounce of strength in my being.  I shuddered with
waves of pleasure not humanly possible.  i surely was close to the
brink of madness.  Alicia rocked back faster and faster, and i renewed
my efforts, probing deeper and deeper.  Despite the cursed, biting
cock harness, i came in an earth shattering orgasm with such force,
cum ejaculated its way through the harness threatening to cut through
my penis.

I was so delirious from my own pleasure, i was unaware that Alicia too
had rode my face to multiple orgasms.  She fell exhausted into the
chair, and i collapsed at her feet.

End of part 3---to be continued----post comments

By Slave Shoelicker 

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