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Warning!! Do not read if under twenty-one, or easily offended by adult
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Teen Femdom Part 11 By Slave shoelicker

My Goddess continued to scrape her lovely pink patent leather maryjane
across my face, collecting the huge quantity of jism that had exploded
all over my it.  She would then present her shoe before my lips and i
devoured the mess, lapping at it until her pink shoes shined brightly
enough for me to see my hideous reflection in them.  The cum was drying
in my hair and smeared everywhere.  Karen had now stopped filming and
was heading upstairs.  Kim left as well, leaving me there to contemplate
what had just taken place.

My acquiescence to Kim was complete.  The degradation in front of my
parents was total.  i was nothing more than a sycophant, a toady, a
bootlicker, a lickspittle, a lackey.  i was an obsequious, fawning,
groveling, ass-kissing, shit eating supplicant.  i was no longer a man.
i was no longer Don Conway.  i was slave shoelicker, property of Goddess
Kim.  i existed only for her.  She owned my body, mind and soul.  i
would no longer be able to go a second without thinking of her, my
devotion so complete.

After some time, Kim returned with a woman i recognized to be her
mother.  She was a woman, late thirties perhaps, who could pass for
early twenties.  It was easy to see where Kim picked up her habits for
taking care of her body.  Mrs. Walsh was somewhat shocked at my
appearance and Kim asked her to sit so she could explain.

Kim was going to move in to my(?) place, she told her mother.  Mrs.
Walsh was opposed to the idea stating that Kim was only 18, and she
didn’t like the idea of her daughter living with a man, especially under
the circumstances.  “It’s hard to imagine a more worthless human being
you could be involved with, look at him.,” her mother said.

“You’re missing the point mom,” Kim returned, “he’s not a man, and not a
human being.  He belongs to me the way a dog does, only I would treat a
dog as a higher life form.  He’s my slave, but more than that, he has no
free will.  He exists solely at my pleasure to do my bidding.  He is
whatever I want him to be.”

Mrs. Walsh was not quite convinced, and felt i might someday pose a
danger to her young daughter.

“I could make him do anything.  Piss on him, shit in his mouth,
anything.”

Her mother was still not fully convinced.  Just then, Karen returned and
had heard the last bit of conversation.  She plopped the videotape into
the VCR and sat next to Mrs. Walsh.  She rewound to the part where my
parents came in, and hit play.

Mrs. Walsh watched me plead from the deepest depths of my soul to be
Kim’s slave.  i also watched somewhat amazed at the passion and
sincerity i displayed.  It was as if i was pleading for my life, the
emotion was so intense, perhaps more so, as indeed i felt my life would
end if Kim had not accepted me as her property.  There would have been
nothing left for me to live for.  As she watched her daughter’ royal
shit enter my mouth, and saw the expression of sheer ecstasy on my face
as i exploded in orgasm, she stated she saw enough.  She sat in
amazement, but no longer objected to her daughter’s desires.

“Well you never cease to amaze me dear, just how did you do it?”

“You always told me I was the greatest, mom, and that I would have
everything I want.  I always knew you were right.  Now is the time for
me to start moving to attain my goals.  Making him my slave was easy,
and moving in here is just the first step along the way.  I want it all
and I can’t wait any longer to have it.”

Kim raised the sole of her pink maryjane just high enough for me to
reach, as i strained at the chains connected to my nipples and cock
head.  Helpless to resist the desire inside me, i licked at the sole
like the crazed animal i had become.  Passionately devoting every fiber
of my being to the degrading act which consumed me.  Without my cock and
ball harness in place, another earth shattering orgasm exploded into my
face and onto Kim’s shoe.  Presented with the shoe, i lapped at the cum,
my only thought to return the shoe to its perfectly clean shiny look
befitting my supreme Goddess.

Mrs. Walsh laughed at my utter humiliation.  “Well dear don’t be a
stranger,” conceding to her daughter’s wishes to move next door.

“Do stop by anytime, mom,” Kim said taking the object of my lustful
desire away, leaving me to groan in agony as Kim walked her mother out
the door.  When Kim returned, she released me from my bonds and told
Karen i was all hers.

Lady Karen, still dressed in her cheerleading outfit, was a sight to
behold.  Surely the most heavenly creature who walked the earth.  She
was beautiful beyond description, even after cheerleading practice and
the workout on the stairmaster.  She sat before me as i knelt in my
servile position, still violating my anus with her heel in an act of
absolute degradation.  She extended her magnificent leg toward me.  Once
again i was giddy at the fantastic sight before my eyes, my loins
stirring.

“Place the shoe on my foot.” she commanded.

Gazing at her lovely foot, encased in the blue anklet with yellow lacy
fills, i removed the heel from my ass.  Delicately kissing the sole just
at the toe tip, i ever so humbly placed it on Karen’s foot, bowing my
head to offer total subservience to my Lady.

Putting the toe of her heel under my chin she raised my head and looked
into my eyes.  i returned her look relinquishing all that i was to the
splendor of her beauty.  She brought the heel to my lips encrusted with
the sewerage of my bowels.  There was no feeling of revoltion.  Quite
the contrary, i was burning with desire for my Lady to grant me the
honor of cleaning her shoe.  Reverently i parted my lips, closing my
eyes.  Karen entered my mouth, forcing the four plus inch heel into the
back of my throat.  i slurped at it with complete dedication to the
abject task, paying homage to my Lady for the magnanimous gift she
offered.

Lady Karen satisfied the heel properly worshipped, ordered me up to the
bathroom.  Once there, she handed me a razor and several jars of nair
hair remover.  On my knees, bent over the tub, Karen liberally applied
the nair to my back.  That job finished she ordered me to clean myself
thoroughly and see to it that every hair is removed from my body except
that on my head.  i was thankful that Lady Karen should care about my
cleanliness.

i eagerly performed the humiliating chore, wondering if there was
anything i would not do if asked by these young teen vixens.  After
assuring that all hair was removed, i dried off and crawled to the
bedroom.

Karen was sitting in a wicker chair reading Seventeen magazine.  i
slithered to her and prostrated myself at her feet.  She had me kneel
and affixed my collar, cock and ball harness, and cock leash.  My hands
were then cuffed behind my back and attached to the ring at the base of
my balls.

“My toenails need painting.” she advised.  “But first my feet will need
cleaning.  The combination of the stairmaster and cheerleading practice
have left them quite soiled.”

i looked at the wondrous sight before me.  Karen still in her
cheerleading outfit.  The short skirt exposing most of her legs.  Her
long luscious blond hair matted slightly at the temples with the sweat
of her workout.  Her breasts standing high and firm under the tight
fitting sweater.

My heart was aflutter at the thought of what was to come.  My elation
too much to restrain.  Karen raised her fantastic foot to my face,
placing it over my nose.  The aroma created an immediate state of
euphoria.  My cock swelled to full mast, straining at the harness.  i
inhaled the sweet fragrance of delight.  Time passed unnoticed as the
sensations overwhelmed me.  Lady Karen was far more generous than i
could ever hope for.

Her foot was gone and i was brought back to reality.  She removed her
anklets exposing her heavenly feet.  i was captivated as i stared
longingly at the objects consuming my every thought.  Slowly Karen
brought her foot to my face.  She traced my lips gently with her big
toe.  My mouth watered and drool freely flowed out as my senses were
once again assaulted with her scent, so pungent yet so wonderful.  She
pushed her toes into my mouth and the taste, oh the taste, so
succulent.  Sweet, salty ambrosia.  i lost control as i reveled in a
pleasure so sublime.  i moaned in sheer ecstasy.  Never had i had a more
delectable morsel.  i felt as if in a state of constant orgasm as the
cock harness dug deeply into the base of my penis, preventing release.

i would never be able to show how thankful i was to Lady Karen for the
unselfish benevolence she bestowed upon me.  The experience so intense,
i would die for the opportunity to perform it again, so unworthy was i
of so precious a gift.

Satisfied her lovely feet were adequately clean, Karen decided to move
on.  She placed a bottle of pretty pink nail polish on the floor by her
feet and nodded for me to begin.  With my hands virtually glued to my
ass, i stooped over and picked up the brush with my mouth.  Ever so
carefully i painted her toenails, holding the brush with my teeth.  i
took my time as i was blessed with the magnificent view of those perfect
feet just an inch or so in front of me.  i was barely aware of the agony
this awkward position caused in the small of my back, and had no wish to
end the task before absolutely necessary.

Having finished, i replaced the brush in the bottle and placed my
forehead obsequiously to the floor before Lady Karen’s feet.

“Dry my toes.” she ordered, and i began gently blowing breaths onto her
toes.  Karen giggled slightly as if tickled.  A giggle so innocent and
virginal it sent shivers up my spine that i should be graced with the
honor of abasing myself at her young feet.

Satisfied her toes were dry, she flexed her feet to admire the job i had
performed.  She playfully pushed my face away with her newly painted
toes and got up to leave.  She turned at the door and i looked at her
wantonly with begging eyes.  She bounced back to me and said, “You may
thank me slave shoelicker.”

i fell at her feet an summoned all the feeling i could as i lightly
pecked all ten of her beautiful toes.  She spun around and was gone.

Tomorrow was a school day and Karen had to return home to prepare.  Kim
returned and released my hand from their bonds.  She took the cock leash
and walked me downstairs.  She took a seat and began swinging her foot
with the pink maryjane and the white anklets that she wore to ballet
practice this morning.  i was mesmerized at the glorious sight.  Her
finely shaped leg still in the spandex shorts.

Suddenly her foot stopped moving.  i looked at her and she at me.

“Although I am convinced of your absolute devotion to me, I feel that I
must show you what will happen if ever you disappoint me.  It is
necessary to complete your training, if only to make you fully aware of
what I am capable of.  I intend to whip you to obliterate any possible
thoughts you might have that would not offer total subservience to me.
I would have done this sooner except I didn’t want this done in front of
Lady Karen.  Beg me to thrash you,” she said as she extended her foot in
that ballerina’s toe point.  The muscles of her leg accentuated so
perfectly by the point toe.

i wormed my way to her foot, my eyes meeting hers and silently pleading
my Goddess to abuse me.  i reached her foot and gave myself completely
to her.  Through the absolute adoration of this act of supplication i
petitioned my Goddess to brutalize me.  Lapping at her sole with
reverence, i conveyed the craving and burning desire within me to submit
to her beating.

“Remove my shoes.”

i quickly jumped to the task, my stomach turning slightly at the thought
of what was to come.  i undid the buckle and slid the pretty pink shoe
off her delicate feet.  i humbly bent to the floor and placed loving
kisses to the tips of her white anklet clad feet.  The perfume of her
feet removing any apprehension of what was to come.  Kim allowed me
several minutes basking in the joyful experience demeaning myself at her
feet.

“Remove my anklets.”

i removed the anklets and knelt motionless, entranced at the sight of
Kim’s feet.  Kim took the anklets and placed them in my mouth.  i moaned
in pleasure as the taste caused waves of delight to wash over me.

“You will not be restrained,” as she removed the cock leash.  My hands
and feet were free and all i wore was the harness, slave collar and
rings imbedded in my flesh.

“Bend over the coffee table.”  These were the last words she would say
as she prepared for the whipping.  Kim appeared in front of me with a
riding crop, but this one much longer than the one she used on that
first night.  She held it in front of my face and i kissed it, the
object about to inflict immeasurable pain upon me.  Kim moved behind me
and i could hear the woosh of the crop as it whizzed through the air on
one of her practice strokes.  This clearly added to the suspense, as i
was never sure when the beating would begin.

A moment of silence lingered.  It commenced.  The first stroke ten times
more painful than anything i had felt before.  The flesh on my ass felt
as if it were being flayed.  i resolved not to make a sound and endure
the caning in silence.  i concentrated on the feelings the acrid taste
of the anklets aroused within me.  So overwhelming were the sensual
desire these wondrous socks inspired, i was able to completely block the
incredible pain Kim inflicted with all her strength.  The pain was
beyond the point where i surely would have passed out, yet i moaned in
ecstasy, not pain, as i sucked the anklets.

Kim tired and the beating stopped, though i was oblivious.  Kim wrapped
a towel around my ass to soak up the blood caused by the viscous
caning.  She plopped on the couch before me, drenched in sweat and
exhausted from the energy expended.  She raised her bare foot to my
lips, and i summoned every ounce of loving passion within me to thank
her for accepting me, as wholly undeserving as i was.  Over and over
again i tenderly kissed Kim’s perfect foot.

Strangely, the beating had not tired me, yet the intensity of the
emotion that i was expending making love to Kim’s foot drained all my
strength.  Kim could see that i was to the point of collapse and removed
her foot.  I drifted off to sleep, truly thankful for the wonderful life
she graced me with.

End of part 11---to be continued---post comments

By Slave shoelicker    slvshlkr@best.com



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