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Princess Jen Part 3 By Slave Shoelicker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you Miss Jamilar.”

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

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

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

“Turn around,” she ordered.

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

“On your knees.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Clean that up!” she ordered.

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

“On your back.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Look at those lovely ribbons he’s wearing,” one of them exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

The girls giggled as i abased myself before my princess.

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

“Oh yes Princess Jen.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get over here,” Jen ordered.

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

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

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

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

“Perhaps you can smell, but don’t get that filth on my pretty panties.”

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

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

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

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

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

Jen removed the twine and ordered:

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

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

“Two steps back and off to the side or I’ll have you crawl,” she
snapped.

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

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

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

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

Obediently i took my seat.

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

i couldn’t respond.

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

i was still silent.

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

“Remove my shoe,” Jamilar ordered.

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

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

“Remove my shoe,” she repeated.

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

“Do it properly licky boy,” Jamilar ordered.

She said it loud enough for Jackie to hear.  i was wholly degraded.

Without thinking i responded:

“Yes Miss Jamilar.”

“Call me Royal Mistress Jamilar.”

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

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

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

“Pity we have no champagne.”

They each poured some for themselves, and Jen said:

“Down the hatch.”

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

“You pathetic worm.”

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

“On your knees licky boy,” Jamilar demanded.

i fell to the floor at her feet.

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

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

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

“Clean up that mess licky boy,” Jen ordered.

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

“On your belly,” Jen demanded.

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

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

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

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

End of part 3-----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!!

Princess Jen Part 4 By Slave Shoelicker

Jackie was gone, and i returned to my task, cleaning the last of the cum
from the filthy floor.  The girls were still involved in chatter about
the upcoming school year.  They were both very excited about their new
independence and the wonderful experience college life was sure to
provide.  As i lay at their feet, i became acutely aware of the others
in the coffee shop.  Thankfully there weren’t many patrons, but those
that were there stared at the bum prostrated at the feet of these
beautiful young girls.  i was unable to look them in the eye and i
wondered just what thoughts were running through their minds as they
witnessed the pathetic sight before them.  The thought of arising to
take my seat without the approval of Princess Jen was unthinkable.

To pass the time, i marveled at the sight of my princess from the floor
at her feet.  The aire of poise and confidence she portrayed seemed to
have grown considerably.  i wondered if her ability to control me in
every way had somehow given rise to her newfound confidence.  i took
great pride in the thought that my complete and utter humiliation at her
feet may have contributed to Jen’s new stature.  As she sat there
discussing the possibilities for her future, it seemed she felt the sky
was the limit.  i knew then, my devotion to her would be total and
complete.  For if i could contribute in any way to her success in life,
however small, i would dedicate my entire being to that task.

Boldly, i slithered my way on my belly to Jen’s feet.  Her incredible
legs were crossed at the ankles, and i put my head to the floor before
them.  She must have sensed me there and she began to rub her shoe
gently along the side of my cheek.  Occasionally the frilly pink lace of
the anklet would tickle me as her foot moved back and forth.  Despite
how degrading this seemed, i drank in the feelings of joy and ecstasy
this kind and compassionate attention from my princess evoked within me.

Never could there be someone as appealing and irresistible as Jen.  Her
schoolgirl charm and innocence, her joy for living, combined with her
intense enjoyment of my utter humiliation was a magnet, which drew me to
her.  As much as i obsessed with her to degrade myself at her feet, she
in turn fed off my obsession, enjoying her role as princess as immensely
as i did mine.  Yet despite the apparent cruelty of the acts she put me
through, i believed she truly cared for me.  Jen saw in me, my need to
supplicate myself to her, and she so graciously responded to that need
knowing it was the greatest gift i could ever receive.  I doubt anyone
would ever know how unselfish and compassionate her feelings toward me
truly were.

Jen made a point with her toe, and slid the shiny patent leather
maryjane under my groveling face.  i gazed upon its beauty and
delicately kissed the tip of the pretty shoe, closing my eyes and
offering myself to my princess, surrendering completely to her.  She
allowed me to continue placing adoring kisses to her shoe, while
stroking my face with the other.  So intense was my burning desire, i
forgot that she had put me on public display.  It wasn’t until i heard
the cackling of a group of coeds that i returned to the realization of
what Jen was doing to me.  Nevertheless, i continued this servile act
with even greater passion, so strong was my desire to please my princess
as she herself explored the depths of her power over me.  i could feel
her strength grow as she fed off the servile adoration i offered to her.

Jen rose from the chair and prepared to leave.  i got to my knees and
quickly felt a tug on the ribbons as Jamilar motioned for me to get her
heel from the table.  Reverently i picked up the wicked heel, gently
kissing the sole at the toe tip.  Jamilar crossed her legs and swung her
bare foot slowly back and forth.  i watched the alluring sight of her
foot, noticing the deep red toe nail polish and the perfectly pampered
and manicured foot.  As the foot came to a stop, i slowly bent forward
to kiss it, carefully looking for approval in Jamilar’s comely face.
Seeing a slight smile break out at the corners of her soft lips, i
continued and kissed the pretty foot i had just recently worshipped with
lustful abandon.  Not willing to exceed the honor bestowed by the wicked
vixen, i forced myself to break away from the kiss, and slid the heel on
her foot.

Jamilar rose, stepping on my hand as she did.  i bit my lip as the pain
shot through me, and Jamilar giggled at the expression on my face as i
winced, but made no move to stop her.  Thankfully, she walked toward the
door and i caught Jen motioning for me to follow.  i scurried to make
myself somewhat presentable, and hurried after the teens.

i walked with my head down, and the pink ribbons hanging out my fly.  My
eyes were fixed on Jen’s lovely legs as she moved so gracefully along
the college path.  Her grace might in some part be due to the ballet
classes i seem to recall she use to take when she was younger.
Nevertheless, every guy who passed us was drawn to take a long leering
look at her beauty.  What luck i had to garner so much of her time and
attention.

As we approached their dorm, it was apparent that Jamilar would return
alone, while Jen remained with me.

“Kiss good-night licky boy,” Jamilar cooed as she turned towards me.

Her face was so perfectly wicked yet undeniably beautiful as she smiled
reveling in her supreme power.  i fell to my knees and lowered my face
to her heels.

To be continued…..

By slave shoelicker       slvshlkr@best.com



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