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The Coed’s Slave Part 1 By Slave Shoelicker     slvshlkr@best.com

I stopped for breakfast at a diner by a nearby university on my way to a
meeting the other day.  It was a nice place and it looked like a good
breakfast joint.  I was blown away when I noticed the waitress walk up
with the menu.  She asked me if I wanted coffee but I was dazed
momentarily by her appearance and couldn’t respond.

“Hello there,” she said, “I say again, would you like some coffee?”

“Um, yes I would, thank you,” I stammered in response.

She must have gone to the college down the road and took this waitress
job for the extra spending money.  My guess is she was probably nineteen
or twenty and she was a real knockout.  But what really got me was the
outfit she was wearing.  She had long blond hair pulled back in a
ponytail, tied in place with a pink velvet scrunchie.  She wore a white
shirt and a short pleated pink skirt that showed off her fantastic
legs.  She wore very thin white knee socks with little pink tassels on
the cuff just below her knees.  She had simple leather keds on her
feet.  This innocent little schoolgirl look always drove me crazy.

I had a seat at the end of the row of tables and it gave me a great view
of the aisle every time she came out to take an order or deliver food.
She had a very athletic way of bouncing quickly back and forth.  Her
ponytail would swing back and forth and her skirt would flip up and down
revealing her well-toned and delicious thighs.  The skirt was so short,
I felt sure I would get a panty shot at any moment.  She came back with
the coffee and asked for my order.  I hadn’t even looked at the menu and
didn’t know what to say.

“Uh,...what do you think is good today?” I asked.

She rolled her eyes and said, “It’s all good so pick what you’d like.”

I looked at the menu and ordered pancakes, the first thing that I saw.
This should be interesting, I thought, I never order pancakes.  Well, I
just sat back on the edge of the bench seat so I could get a good view
of her magnificent legs every time she walked up or down the aisle.  The
pancakes came and I tried a feeble attempt at humor, saying how great
they looked and whether she cooked them herself.  Once again she rolled
her eyes and walked away without responding.

I stretched out that breakfast for as long as I could, picking at the
pancakes that were barely edible.  It was time for me to high tail it to
my meeting so I paid the cashier, left a hefty tip and headed off.

Needless to say, I was completely distracted during the meeting and
couldn’t get my mind off the incredible sight I had just seen.  I made
some excuse like I had to review the data again before I could make any
commitments one way or the other and suggested we meet again next week.
Since there was little point in continuing on with me in my distracted
state, it was agreed to meet next week.

It was coming up on eleven o’clock, so I thought I would head back to
the diner for an early lunch.  Luckily the beautiful young coed was
still there and bless my stars, the end booth was also available.  I
made my way to my seat and sat back for the show.  My lovely waitress
dropped off a menu on one of her trips, completely ignoring me
otherwise.  I had hoped for some sort of response from her.  At least I
thought she would recognize me after the tip I left this morning.

She came around with coffee for her tables and when she came over to me
I quickly responded with a “yes please” and a big smile.  Still barely a
response from her.  She came over for my order and once again I tried
some humor stating I knew exactly what I wanted this time (which of
course I didn’t).  Still no response from her.  She wasn’t even acting
courteously which one would expect from a waitress.

I dragged that lunch out for over an hour and a half.  I flipped through
some work papers as if I was reviewing something important, but mainly I
just kept sneaking glances at those legs every time they passed by.

The lunch crowd was dying down and finally she walked over and spoke to
me, “Anything else?”

“Uh no, that should be it,” I said with my best smile.

Suddenly, she sat down in the seat opposite me.

“Look,” she said, “I don’t normally give losers like you the time of
day.”

I sat there and listened.  My jaw dropped and I turned red with shame.
I should have done something to defend myself, but I just sat there as
she continued.

“I know you’ve been ogling me all day with your tongue practically
hanging out.  You’d love to get me out of this skirt.  A geek like you
doesn’t stand a chance with a girl like me.  However I just might make
an exception for you and let you play with me if you agree to play on my
terms.  What do you say dork.”

She was humiliating me in front of the other customers and all I could
do in response was agree to her terms, “Uh O.K.”

“Fine, but I’m tired of you gawking at me.  I get off in half an hour,
but I want you in this seat here and I don’t want to catch you looking
my way,” she said getting up.

I was a little slow to move and she said “Move it Now!!”

I jumped up and got in the seat she requested.  The other customers were
snickering at me and I sank down in the seat in shame.

A while later I heard, “Let’s go.  Follow me,” she said and I jumped up
to run after her.  We headed out of the diner and she was walking down
the street.

“Uh, I could drive us,” I said.

“On my terms.  I have no idea who you are, and I’m not getting in a
position that will make me vulnerable.  Don’t make me waste my time.  If
you want to get some attention from me, I must be assured that you will
do exactly as I say.  You got that weenie?”

“Uh, yes,” I said weakly.

“That’s Yes Ma’am, to you,” she said with a condescending look on her
face.

“Yes Ma’am,” I responded.

I took two steps back and followed her lead, wherever she was going.
Just the sight of her legs was so captivating.  I couldn’t take my eyes
off of them.  Several times I had to reach down and adjust my cock which
had become rock hard.  We were entering the university grounds and I
continued following behind her.  She stopped to talk with a girlfriend
and I just stood there.  When she asked who I was, Heather said I was
just some dork who couldn’t control his dick.  I was totally humiliated,
but just stood there and hung my head in shame.

Finally we continued on, entering what appeared to be a lecture hall.
She led me upstairs and into a small room.

“There shouldn’t be any classes in here for quite a while.  Turn around
and but your hands behind your back,” she demanded.

Without warning Heather had me in handcuffs.

“Hey, what’s going on,” I asked.

“I told you, on my terms or not at all.  Do you want to leave, or should
I continue?” she asked.

I didn’t respond and just stood there.

“That’s better.  I don’t want to hear another word out of you unless
it’s in response to something I say.”

All of a sudden she was in front of me and undoing my pants.

“Hey, not so fast..” I began to say.

Heather viscously slapped me across the face as hard as she could.  I
was dazed from the force of the blow.

“Not another word and address me as Ma’am,” she said.

“Yes Ma’am,” I quickly responded.

My pants were now down around my ankles and despite the abuse I had
taken, my cock was rock hard and standing straight out.

“I see you like getting smacked around,” Heather said.  “Down on the
floor!”

I got down on the dirty floor.  Heather walked around me several times
while I enjoyed the incredible view up her short skirt to her white
cotton panties.  She then stood with her feet on either side of my head
and I was looking directly up into heaven.  She squatted down somewhat
and said:

“You want to kiss my ass?”

As humiliating as that may seem, I was burning with desire to kiss
Heather’s glorious ass.

“Oh yes ma’am,” I said.

She walked away for a moment and reached down into my pants.  Heather
pulled out my wallet and again stood over my head.  She squatted down
and I was inches from her luscious tush.

“Beg me to take all your money and I might just let you kiss it.  You do
want to kiss it, don’t you dork?” She chided.

“Yes ma’am,” I said weakly.  “Please take my money.  Please take my
money and let me kiss your ass.”

What was I doing?  I had over $100 dollars in there and I was asking,..
no, I was begging Heather to take it so I could kiss her ass.

“Please ma’am, please, I’m begging you.  Take my money.  Take it all.
Just let me kiss your wonderful ass.”

Heather swayed her ass from side to side inches in front of me.  My dick
was ready to explode.  My mouth was watering.

“There is far to little here to justify letting you kiss my ass, but you
do want me to take it, just for being nice and letting you look at it.
Don’t you dork?”

“Yes take it,” I said in utter disappointment.

“Oh no, you have to convince me to take it.”

“Please ma’am, please take it.  The sight of your wonderful ass is worth
far more than what I have.  Please take it.”

“Very well,” Heather said, “Roll over.”

I rolled on to my stomach with my hands cuffed behind my back.  Heather
stood before me and bent forward, flipping her skirt on to her back.  I
could see her fantastic legs and magnificent ass, from the leather keds
and the white kneesocks with pink tassels to her cotton panties.

“You’ve got one minute,” she said looking over her shoulder.

I began humping the dirty floor, mesmerized by the sight before me.  In
less then five seconds I came in a shuddering orgasm.  Moaning in
ecstasy.

“Roll over,” Heather said.

She surveyed the huge load on the floor.  She scraped the bottom of her
keds in the disgusting goo and quickly brought it over to my face.
Heather was wiping the filthy slime on my face.  Using me as her
doormat.  She smeared it all over my face and hair.  I did nothing to
prevent her from utterly degrading me so.  In fact to my complete
surprise, the humiliation had my cock hard once more.  Heather scraped
some more of the goo and smeared it all over my jacket and tie.

“You like serving as my doormat dork?” Heather asked.

I couldn’t respond, I was too disgraced.

Out of the blue Heather stepped on my balls between my legs.  I felt
immense pain.

“Answer me when I address you dork!”

“Yes, oh yes I love serving as your doormat ma’am,” I screamed at the
top of my lungs.

She stepped off my balls which were throbbing in pain.  Just then the
door opened.  In walked a cute little Asian girl.  I wanted to crawl
away and hide, but Heather put her foot on my chest and held me down.

“What’s going on Heather?” the girl asked in an innocent voice.

She was adorable.  No more than five foot two inches, and less then 100
lbs.  She wore a black tee shirt dress that barely covered her firm
young ass.  She had black patent leather slip on shoes and white anklets
with frilly, lacy trim.

“I was just wiping my feet on my doormat, Amy” Heather said matter of
factly.

Amy giggled, “How did you get him to take off his pants and be your
doormat?”

“He would do or be anything I tell him to do.  He can’t help himself.
He has lost control of his will to his penis, and I control it,” Heather
said.  The words burned in my ears, for I knew it was all true.  I was
absolutely helpless to resist her.

“Could I do that?” Amy asked.

“Sure.  All you have to do with a weenie like this is tell him exactly
what you want him to do.  If he doesn’t do exactly what you want him to
do, you tell him to get lost.  The last thing he wants to have happen is
to be told to leave.  He would do anything to stay.  Watch.  Hey dork,
would you like me to set you free or kick you in the balls?”

Heather was completely humiliating me in front of this innocent young
woman/child.  I couldn’t bring myself to prevent her torment.  “Kick
me,” I whispered.

“That will never do, I think you should leave,” she said.

“No ma’am, please.  Please kick me.  Don’t make me leave.  Please, I beg
you, “ I pleaded without an ounce of self respect.

“Go ahead Amy,” Heather said, “Kick him.  If you kick him real good and
hard, I promise you he will do exactly as you say for as long as you
decide to let him hang around you.  He would be your doormat or whatever
else you want him to be.  Isn’t that right weenie?” Heather chided.

“Yes ma’am,” I said as my face turned ashen.

“Go ahead, but kick him good and hard so he knows what’s in store for
him if he doesn’t do exactly as you tell him to do.”

“Won’t it hurt him?” Amy asked shyly.

“Dork, do you want to leave, or would you like to tell Miss Amy how much
you want her to kick your balls.”

“Please Miss Amy.  Please don’t make me leave.  Please kick me in the
balls.  I would be honored if you would be so kind as to kick me.  I
will do anything you wish, but please don’t make me leave,” I pleaded
with this young girl.  She was probably a freshman, but it was obvious
that she looked younger than her age.  Amy probably led a very sheltered
life before college.  It seemed that she was probably a virgin judging
by her reactions.

Amy walked around between my legs.  She put her hair back behind her
ears and giggled nervously.  She was so pure and beautiful.  Lying
prostrate before this lovely girl was sheer ecstasy.  Submitting to
someone so innocent was arousing me more then anytime I could imagine.
I looked at her sweet face and said: “Please”

Amy reared back and kicked me square in the nuts.  I winced in pain but
sighed “Thank you.”

“See, that wasn’t so hard,” Heather said.  “Now make him your door mat,
or whatever else you want him to be.”

Amy giggled once more and gingerly put her pretty foot on my stomach.  I
could tell Heather wasn’t satisfied.

“Stick out your tongue dork,” Heather demanded.  “Wipe your shoe on his
tongue Amy.”

Amy stood with her lovely feet right next to my head.  I could see all
the way up her firm young legs to her pink cotton panties.  She
tentatively held her foot over my face and I could see she was reluctant
to abase me and humiliate me in this way.  Yet I craved for this young
beauty to degrade me.  I desired it more than anything I desired
before.  Desperately I stretched out my tongue and started lapping at
her filthy sole with every ounce of devotion I could summon.  I put more
feeling into this servile act than I thought humanly possible.  I gave
my entire being to her in this moment.  Amy pulled her foot away as I
desperately tried to follow it.  I looked into her eyes and there was
this perfectly serene smile there.  I could see in that moment that she
knew she owned me.  Mind, body and soul, I belonged to Amy, and she
knew.

“I’ve never seen anything like that,” Heather said.  That was the most
emotional scene I’ve ever witnessed.”

“I think I’ll take him if you don’t mind Heather,” Amy said.

My heart raced with jubilation.  Those were the most glorious words I
ever heard.  Tears of joy raced down my cheeks.

“He’s yours if you wish to bother with him.  But I would like to come
over and play every now and then,” Heather said.

“Oh absolutely Heather.  There’s so much I need to learn.  Please stop
by as often as you can.  I’ll need your help,” Amy said.

“You better thank Miss Amy dork,” Heather said.

I turned over on my belly with my hands still cuffed behind my back and
slithered over to Amy who was seated in one of the chairs.  Her lovely
legs were crossed at the ankles as I wormed my way over.  When I reached
her I began pecking tender kisses to the tips of her shiny patent
leather shoes.  I was reeling in a state of heavenly nirvana as I abased
myself at her feet.  Despite the ache in my balls I exploded in orgasm
again as I continued to make love to Amy’s shoes.

“Enough,” she said pushing me away with her foot.

Heather came over and nudged me with her foot to roll me on my stomach.

“Eewww, what’s that?” Amy asked noticing the load I left on the dirty
floor.

“That is an unacceptable mess that will have to be prevented in the
future.  This weenie here must be taught to control his excitement.  But
first he must clean up the messes that he has made.  Dork, snake
yourself over there and clean up the remnants of the first mess you
made,” Heather ordered.

I made my way over to it as best I could, sliding on my stomach.  My
suit was completely ruined.  It looked like budget cutbacks had left
this floor uncleaned for weeks.  It was filthy.  When I got there I
stopped, wondering how I was going to clean the dirty slime that Heather
had smeared all over the floor.  It had dried and my hands were still
bound.  I looked at Heather who was smiling like the cat who ate the
canary.

“How am I supposed to clean this ma’am?” I asked.

“There doesn’t appear to be anything wrong with your tongue,” she said
as her smile widened.

They both laughed at the look of shocked horror on my face as the
realization sank in that I was going to lick up this disgusting caked up
mixture of jism and dirt.  They both knew there was no doubt I would do
it.  Even Amy was enjoying what I was being put through.  I was revolted
as I commenced licking at it.  I had to really work at softening up the
hardening goo that had dried.

“That should teach him to have better control over himself,” Amy
giggled.

“Don’t bet on it Amy.  My guess is you sent him over the edge.  But
there are ways to control an uncontrollable worm,” Heather said.

After some effort I was able to get it all off the floor.  My tongue was
tired from the workout and my mouth felt parched and gritty.  I could
taste the dirt and cum in it.

“Perhaps you would like to give your tongue a rest with the mess over
there,” Heather said, pointing to the cum I deposited while worshipping
Amy’s pretty shoes.

“Yes ma’am,” I readily agreed, hoping my hands would be set free and I
could straighten myself up.

“I’ll let you mop it up,” Heather said, but I didn’t like the wicked
grin on her face.  “Go ahead, use your hair and mop it up.  Be quick
about it, I have to go to cheerleading practice soon.

Once again I was shocked at what I was about to do.  I looked at Amy who
was beginning to really enjoy my humiliation.  It was amazing how fast
she was taking to her new education.  I put the top of my head to the
ground and slid it along, side to side, wiping up the cum I had left
behind.  To my amazement I had no regrets and would have cum again at
that moment if I were given the opportunity to supplicate myself at
Amy’s feet once more.  After several swipes I stopped to look at the
girls.

“Not quite clean enough.  I think you will need a wet mop,” Heather
said.  “Come here.”

I made my way over to where they were sitting.  Heather leaned forward
and began spitting into my hair.  Within moments, Amy joined her,
giggling at my utter humiliation eagerly accepted by their willing
lackey.  After they had covered my already cum soaked hair with spit,
they sent me back to “mopping” the floor.

In the last half an hour, I had been made to slither across a filthy
floor, ruining my suit, had my face and clothes used as a doormat, had
my own cum smeared all over my clothes, face and hair, and been spit on
numerous times.  I looked worse than most street bums.

“O.K. weenie, time to go,” Heather said as she and Amy got up to leave.

I was on my knees, my pants around my ankle, and my hands still cuffed
behind my back.  I knelt there hoping they would at least uncuff me.

“Are you coming?” Amy said about to walk out the door.

I did the best I could to pull up my pants given the circumstances.  I
had no way to zip them up or button the front.  I held them up at the
small of my back and quickly followed after them.  The mid-afternoon
crowd was out in force on this beautiful day, and I thought I was going
to die as I made my way behind the girls.  There were catcalls and
laughs along with numerous insults from the young crowd.  I just hung my
head in disgrace, praying to get to wherever we were going.  Finally we
entered a dorm building.  We went up the stairs and down a hall.  Amy
opened the door to her room.

End of part 1----to be continued----post comments

By Slave Shoelicker



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