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Warning!! Do not read if under twenty-one, or easily offended by adult
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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 minors
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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



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