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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
minors should read no further!!
     
Teen Femdom Part 7 By Slave Shoelicker

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 supplicating myself
before your feet.  I only hope that someday I may be worthy of such an
honor, for I know now that the privilege 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
surely 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 lenient and allow way to much
leeway 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 transgression 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 fathom 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 irresistible.  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 attuned 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 nirvana 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 intensified 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 privilege, 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
divine 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 over
muscular, 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

By Slave Shoelicker

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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Teen Femdom Part 8 By Slave Shoelicker

As Kim soaked in the tub, I knelt in silence and marveled at her
magnificent 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, her grace and beauty fascinated me.
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 teetered 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 continued washing her hair which exposed her shiny
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/ball harness and leash.  Without
hesitation I dropped back down to my subservient 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 exercised 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
dancer's point that accentuated the incredibly toned muscles of her
leg and caused my heart to race at the magnificent sight.  I bent to
kiss the extended 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 don't want to have to hold your leash all night, but heaven help
you if you don't 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 that were ruffled on top.  She had frilly white anklets
over the thigh highs and four inch pale yellow heels.  The diamond
earrings and tennis bracelet completed the outfit which portrayed 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 gray 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 night.  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 immediately 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.  But 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 cheerleading 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 seductively.  "She is in her
element right now, her beauty shines as bright as the sun and everyone
is helplessly attracted to her," continuing my thoughts on auto pilot.

"That's quite an astute observation," noted Kim, and bringing me back
to reality.  "It should be clear to you that all the questions you
want to ask me could be answered by you yourself if you would allow
yourself 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, glistening 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 nonchalant.  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 hills, 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 maneuver for a kiss.

"No, you want a kiss, kiss my foot, now!" 

"Later, I promise."

"Do it now." as Karen became more forceful.

"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!"

"All right, just slide 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 desperately 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.  Yet he lay on his back in the beer.  Karen got
up, drawing what attention that 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 sprang 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
irresistible frilly anklets, and the four-inch heels.  I reverently
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 odor.  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 overwhelmed 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 nirvana that
the sensations 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 commanded.  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
dutifully 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 ridiculous 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 emanated 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 often she would put
her foot down and I would have to scamper over and kiss it before it
moved or receive a viscous 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---to be continued---post comments   

By Slave Shoelicker

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 9 By Slave Shoelicker

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 dropping 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 freely 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 flabbergasted.  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 uncontrollably, 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, and the other foot against my
cheek.  Teasing me to ever-higher levels of frustration.  She lightly
grazed my face with the frilly pink trim of her anklet.  At every
stoplight I was free to gaze at Kim's beautiful feet.  The shiny 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 tattoo 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 motif.  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 tattoo." 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 biceps."

"No, I want 'property of Goddess Kim' on his butt." Kim said, as
Dominique looked 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 commanded, 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?" Dominique 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
divine 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 commenced the tattooing and was shocked to see that I barely
responded to the pain.  About halfway through, Kim removed her foot.
Suddenly the pain was excruciating.  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 tattoo 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.

"All right, not bad," Dominique remarked as she finished, "Anything
else?"

"I'd like to get my belly button pierced." Kim said.  

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 painful chore completed, I felt sure we
would be through.

"This next one must be placed right." Kim instructed. "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 ridiculous 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.  "Solder 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 soldering 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 inflicted.  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?  Were there any limits to what I was
prepared to take, no, not take from her.  Were 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 soldered 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 punctures, 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 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 protruded out the top.

With Kim leading me out the door, Dominique, who had been lavishing
praise upon her with suggestions that they 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.  

"Goddess Kim I have often thought about exploring the submissive side
of these relationships in order to more fully understand them,"
Dominique blurted in a decidedly meek tone.

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
lackeys 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 privilege of supplicating 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 completely 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---to be continued---post comments

By Slave Shoelicker

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