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My first introduction to the female foot occurred when I was about 11. My parents were off on a “second honeymoon” and I was staying at my Aunt’s house for a three-day weekend. She had two girls who were close to my age. Patty was two years older, blonde and very attractive; Janice was a year younger, dark haired and very aggressive. They didn’t have a guest room and I was given the choice of sleeping downstairs on the couch or in the girl’s room. The girls shared one bed in one room. I chose the girl’s room because I knew I’d be up at the crack of dawn if I stayed on the couch. It was Friday night but Uncle John always rose early and started working, even on Saturday. It’s amazing to think now that nothing unusual was made of the fact that I would be sleeping in the girl’s room. Those were different days!
Everything was fine and “normal” from when my parents dropped me off just before supper until bedtime. I played paper dolls with Janice and Patty. I know that sounds like sissy play, and I suppose it was, but, that’s what they wanted to do. There wasn’t anyone else to play with, and they did let me use the boy dolls. Finally, we put on pajamas and went to bed about eleven. The girls slept at one end of the bed and I slept at the other, at their feet.
About three in the morning, I woke up. I had a dream that was scary and exciting. I dreamt I was a doormat at school. All the students were girls. I could see them getting off the bus and milling around, chatting about boys and classes and music, and so on. They kept getting closer and closer. I could almost see panties up a couple of skirts from my vantage point on the ground. Their legs looked great! Some were bare some had white stockings on. Some wore sneakers and some wore low heels. Then the bell rang and they began coming towards me; they were going to step right on me! I started screaming, “no, no, you’ll crush me,” and the excitement woke me up. I jerked back and opened my eyes. My dick was as hard as a rock! I was still in bed with Patty and Janice and I saw Janice’s bare foot on my pillow, right where my face had been. I must have been sleeping with her foot in my face. The thought seemed gross but attractive, too. As I looked at her foot, I could see that it was moist on the bottom. I must have drooled on her foot or, maybe, I kissed her foot in my sleep. My cock got even harder! I said to myself, “well, no matter; I’ve got to get back to sleep!” and I laid back down on the pillow, facing her pretty foot. I couldn’t close my eyes. I moved closer to her foot, trying to smell it. What had her foot tasted like? I asked myself. Well, she’s asleep and she’ll never know! I moved to her foot and gently kissed the bottom. It felt warm and wonderful. It was like being in some dream.
Just then, I heard a voice. It was Janice. “Keep kissing; I like it when you kiss my foot,” she said. She sat up and leaned back against the headboard. She kicked the cover off both of her feet. “Go on, do it or I’ll tell my mum what you were doing,” and she giggled. “Wonder what everyone would say if they heard that I caught you kissing my foot; I didn’t realize that you wanted to be my slave!”
“Please Janice, don’t tell; I don’t want to be your slave, I was just fooling around; don’t tell, I’ll do what you say!” I said. I pulled my body up to the end of the bed and curled in a groveling position. I took her foot in my hands and raised it to my lips. I couldn’t believe this was happening! I bent my head, and pressed my lips to her instep, and kissed her foot. I didn’t want to be her slave, did I?
It was a whole different feeling kissing her foot while she sat there and watched me. It wasn’t secret and she could direct her foot across my kissing lips in anyway she wanted. She saw me and laughed. The humiliation was intense! This was all happening way too fast! “He’s kissing your foot!” Patty said. “Yeah, and he better kiss the other one too” said Janice, as she brought her other foot to my face. I obeyed and released the first foot and took hold of the second. I again bent my head to her service and kissed her foot. I would never live this down! Who would these girls tell? This began to seem like a nightmare and I wanted it to stop right away! I wished I could wake up and breathe a sigh of relief, but, instead, I had my lips pressed to Janice’s foot. My dick was throbbing.
Patty looked right at me as I gently put Janice’s foot back down on the bed. “ You better kiss my feet, too, or I’ll tell everyone I know! I’ll tell them, not only that you kissed Janice’s feet, but that you liked it!” She laughed and put both of her feet in my lap.
Before I could raise Patty’s foot to my face, Janice pushed me hard with the foot I had just kissed. “Get down on the floor so I’ll be more comfortable; slaves are supposed to be on the floor,” she laughed again.
I slid to my knees at the foot of the bed. “I am not a slave!” I protested. I probably sounded whiny. I felt sort of foolish saying I wasn’t a slave, after kissing Janice’s foot and dropping to my knees before the two girls. If I wasn’t a slave, then what was I doing? Patty scooted forward, so that her feet hung off the edge, right in my face and repeated her command. “Kiss my feet slave; don’t stop kissing until I say so!” “I’m not your slave and I don’t have to kiss your feet; just leave me alone; go back to sleep and leave me alone!” I cried.
Janice slid forward and sat on the edge of the bed, with her feet on the floor. Patty slid forward, also, and put her feet on the floor. Both girls sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at me on my knees. Janice spoke, “tomorrow morning, I’m telling my dad and mom that you woke me up last night and when I looked you were wide awake and sniffing and kissing my crotch.” I gasped. “That’s not true; I haven’t been anywhere near your crotch; they won’t believe you!” I protested. “They’ll believe it, alright, because we’ll both say it,” said Patty. She gave me a little kick with her foot. “I’ll tell all my friends and your friends too” and she snickered. “I’ll tell them that you kissed my feet and that you loved it.” I could do nothing to escape now; I was already caught in their web. If I refused to obey them, they still had plenty to tell all of their friends, my friends, our families, the world! They could even make stuff up. I know I’d look guilty as hell if they mentioned kissing Janice’s feet because I did do that and I was more embarrassed than I’d ever been in my life. Anyone would know that I had done something and if something, probably everything. If I obeyed, I couldn’t make it any worse and maybe they’d take pity on me. I was wrong!
Patty extended her foot towards me and repeated her command, “kiss my foot slave; and, before you do, say, I’m your slave Mistresses Patty and Janice; say it slave!”
I almost choked on the tears that began trickling down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but, there was nothing I could do to save myself. I whispered, “I’m your slave Mistress Patty; I’m your slave Mistress Janice” and I began kissing Patty’s feet. She wouldn’t let me touch her instep. She held her foot up to my mouth and I had to kiss the bottoms of her feet. I kissed the bottom of each foot while she and Janice stared at me. I wondered what they were thinking. I hoped they would let me stop and that they wouldn’t tell anyone.
Patty pushed her foot hard in my face and pushed me away while both girls giggled. Their feet were on the floor, and I knelt, looking at them. Patty said, “take your pajamas off. I want to see your body while you kiss my feet.” I pleaded with her, “please don’t make me take my clothes off Patty, please!” Janice put her foot on my shoulder and said, “you’d better do what we say or Mistress patty will tell; besides, slaves are supposed to do whatever their owners tell them to do.”
I knew she was right. I unbuttoned my pajama shirt and pulled it off, while Janice brushed my face with the bottom of her foot. I reached down and unbuttoned my pajama bottoms and pulled them off, too. My little dick was standing straight up when, I thought, it would shrivel at this embarrassment, but it didn’t. It was in ecstasy!
Janice began touching the tip of my dick with her foot and it made me moan. Some fluid oozed from the tip. “Oooh, what’s that” she asked while wiping it from my penis with her big toe.
Patty said, “it’s called pre-cum; make him lick it off.”
Janice didn’t raise her foot. Instead, she ordered me down. “Get your face down there and lick that crap off my toes; do it NOW boy - I mean slave!” I went back a little on my knees and bowed down before them. I licked the pre-cum off of Janice’s big toe, and while I did this, I could feel more fluid oozing from my dick.
Patty, sitting like royalty, commanded her new slave, “kiss our feet slave and tell us that you will be our slave forever!”
Oh god, I thought, they mean to keep it up, not just for tonight, but forever! I did as she ordered saying, “I will be your slave forever Mistress Patty and Mistress Janice.” I lay prostate on the floor, first kissing one of Patty’s feet, and then, one of Janice’s, then Patty’s other foot, and then, Janice’s. I kissed back and fourth while they watched.
I smothered their feet with kisses. The girls brushed my face back and fourth with their feet and I kissed and kissed and kissed. It was the end of my life as a human being, but just the beginning of my life at their feet.
Finally they grew tired and crawled back into bed. Patty told me to “sleep on the floor and put my slipper over your nose.” I reached for her smelly slipper and curled up with it over my nose. They both giggled and Janice said, “this is gonna be great; we can use him anyway we want; he’s really our slave!” I knew she was right.
I lay awake, thinking about what I had just done, for quite a while. I had kissed their feet and told them I would be their slave. My lips tasted of feet. My face smelled like feet. I wondered how this had happened. Why was her foot on my pillow? Had Janice planned this? Had she been wiping her foot on my face before I woke up? Janice was an aggressive schemer, and I could easily imagine her planning this whole thing. I was never to know for sure how it had started, however; I just knew it had, and that I was in trouble.
The next morning, I woke as someone was rubbing my face. It felt pleasant, but when I opened my eyes, I saw Patty standing over me rubbing her foot on my face. She laughed and said, “wake up slave; it’s time to greet your masters!”
I jerked away and rolled over on my stomach. I looked up and saw Patty and Janice standing above me, snickering. I was still naked under the blanket they had thrown on the floor for me. Janice kicked the blanket off me and ordered, “kiss our feet and tell us what you are.”
I remembered everything about the night and knew they meant to keep me in my place. I knew I had no choice but to obey them or they would tell on me. I crawled to Janice’s feet and said, “I am your slave Mistress Janice,” and I bowed down and kissed each of her feet. I then crawled to Patty, and again said, “I am your slave Mistress Patty,” and kissed her feet. They laughed and left the room, saying, “see you down stairs slave.”
I sat up slowly, with the taste of their feet on my lips, and got myself dressed. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and washed my mouth thoroughly. Maybe if I could wash the taste of their feet away, I’d be free again. I was hesitant to go downstairs because I was afraid they would do something to embarrass me in front of their parents.
They didn’t. Both kept giving me sly grins but neither one said anything. During breakfast, Janice rubbed her foot on my leg but not for long. After breakfast they went off to play with friends. Patty said, “I’ll want to see you later Larry; maybe we can play together,” before she left. I breathed a sigh of relief and wished this weekend was over. It was Saturday morning and my parents weren’t going to be picking me up until Monday afternoon.
I spent the morning watching cartoons on TV. I was afraid to go outside since that’s where both the girls were. I intended to avoid them all day if I could; all the rest of the weekend if I could; but I couldn’t.
At lunch, both girls showed up and we all sat at the kitchen table eating soup and sandwiches. Mrs. B. told the girls, “don’t forget to wax and polish your shoes for church tomorrow girls.” Janice gave me an evil smile and Patty said, “Larry said he’d polish our shoes for us mom; he wants to thank us for letting him stay in our room, don’t you Larry,” and she turned to me, smiled, and mouthed the word “slave.”
I had to do what she wanted and I stammered to Mrs. B., “that’s right Mrs. B., I’ll polish the girls shoes for them if it’s alright with you.”
She said it was and, after lunch gave me the rags, wax, and polish and told patty and Janice to get their shoes. I sat in a corner on the kitchen floor as both girls tossed a couple of pairs of shoes at me. Patty’s patent leather low heels and white and brown saddle shoes and Janice’s patent leathers and a pair of black penny loafers. “We’re not sure which ones to wear tomorrow so I hope you don’t mind doing all of them?” Janice gently asked while, again, mouthing the word “slave.” With her mom watching.
I agreed that I’d be happy to wax and polish all of her shoes, if she wanted. I looked at the girls and both again mouthed the word “slave” at the same time.
They ran outside to play while I sat there and cleaned, waxed, and polished their shoes. The bottoms of Patty’s saddle shoes were real muddy, but I used a sc****r and cleaned it all off. Their shoes shined like new when I was finished. My hands were blackened from the polish and, hard as I tried, it all wouldn’t wash off. Mrs. B. told me I should go outside and play with the girls and that I couldn’t spend all day “cooped up in the house” so I went out hoping I could hide somewhere and they wouldn’t find me. I had no such luck!
A Foot Slave Forever part 2
Part 2
I walked out into the backyard and saw no one. I wondered where they had gone, but I thought it would be best if I didn’t hang around here in their own yard, so I headed for the playground two blocks away. Bertram’s Park was an old playground and not a lot of its equipment was in very good repair. It did have a lot of trees so I figured that I could hide out until supper. No sooner did I enter the Park when I heard Janice. “Hey Larry come over here; I want to talk to you,” she yelled and I could see she was standing with three other girls, none of them Patty. I cursed myself for my stupidity in coming to the park and slowly walked over to her and her friends.
“Did you get my shoes all polished for church?” she asked with that same sneering smile.
I answered, “yes I did Janice.” The other girls were now snickering. I knew one of them. It was Roberta Smith who was in my class at school. Janice introduced me to the two other girls, who were sisters.
“Larry, this is Brigitte and Becky Katzen, and you already know Roberta,” she said. “I told them how nice you were cleaning and polishing my shoes for me; Roberta said she’d like to have her shoes polished too.”
I looked down at Roberta’s feet and saw she was wearing a pair of brown leather loafers. Brigitte and Becky each had sneakers on, and so did Janice.
“You’d polish her shoes for her if I told you to, wouldn’t you?” asked Janice, “after all you’re my slave, aren’t you?”
I couldn’t believe it! She had promised not to tell if I did everything she said. Here she was, telling Roberta and two girls I’d never seen before, Brigitte and Becky, that I was her slave.
“You said you wouldn’t tell if I did what you wanted,” I stammered not knowing what else to say, and not wanting to admit that I was a slave. The minute I said it I knew the secret was out. Only her slave would say that she had promised not to tell such a thing.
“I didn’t tell; you did; now you are going to polish Roberta’s shoes or are we going to have to punish you?” Janice seemed almost to snarl as she threw this challenge in my face.
I whimpered and again felt a tear in my eye, “I’ll polish your shoes for you, Roberta.”
The girls led me to a picnic table, which they sat on, their butts on the table and their feet on the seat. Janice said, “do everything Roberta tells you to do and maybe I’ll let you serve Brigitte, and Becky too.”
Roberta was a known bitch. She yelled at boys all the time and called us dirty names. She had kicked Ron Carr in the balls because he bumped into her in the hall at school, and made her drop her books one time. Now I was going to polish her shoes; the shoes that had crippled Ron for hours at school. She looked at me, standing before her.
“Get down on your knees, at my feet and tell me what you are,” she said.
I looked at the other girls, searching for some sympathy, but there was none. I dropped to my knees before her and said, “I am your slave Mistress Roberta.”
“Polish my shoes, slave” and, as she said this, she tossed a white handkerchief on the ground. I picked it up and began rubbing the dust from her loafers. They really weren’t too dirty, but I rubbed them hard, wanting to do a good job so that she would let me stop. While I rubbed her shoes, Brigitte and Becky, who were on each side of Roberta, scooted closer to her and began putting their shoes in my face.
“Now he’s blind!” said Becky as she covered my eyes with her dirty sneaker. She wiped it on my forehead then pulled back, giggling. Brigitte pushed the toe of her sneaker against my lips and kept saying over and over again, “kiss my shoes, kiss my foot, kiss my shoes, kiss my foot.” I finally kissed it just to get her to stop. She just laughed and shoved the other shoe against my face and started over again, “kiss my foot, kiss my shoe” until I kissed that one too.
Finally Roberta’s shoes were cleaned and polished to her satisfaction. She made me kiss each one and thank her for the privilege of polishing her shoes. While I’d been busy with this task, I hadn’t noticed Patty coming up behind me with two of her friends, Maureen and Candy. Maureen was a very attractive brunette, and Candy was a fat redhead. I shuddered when I saw them standing there while I knelt there before the four girls on the picnic table.
Patty said, “so now everyone knows that our cousin Larry is our slave; he kisses our feet whenever we tell him too, isn’t that right Larry?”
I turned on my knees to face Patty and I could see the sneer on Candy’s face and the look of disbelief on Maureen’s. “Yes Mistress Patty,” I mumbled.
“Kiss my foot, Larry the slave,” said Patty and I crawled over to her and kissed each of her feet. I remained in front of her, on my knees, head pressed to the ground.
Seven girls, Patty, Maureen, Candy, Janice, Brigitte, Becky and Roberta, heard me say I was a slave and had seen me kissing shoes. My awful secret would never remain a secret now. Soon seventy, seven hundred, girls, boys, parents, teachers! I thought the whole world would know but, in fact, I was wrong. A few other k**s found out at school but, to my knowledge, no parents ever found out.
Candy said, “we came here to play soccer; do you girls want to play?”
Janice answered, “sure, we four against you three, since you’re older. Larry will be your goalie and we’ll use Scotty Hanson as our’s.” Scotty was over on the field already.
They all started jogging over, and Janice walked over in front of me, and told me to get up and follow her. I did and ran behind her to the field. Maybe I would be spared more humiliation!
Scotty and I were placed at each end of the field, in front of a very small goal area. I could see the four younger girls at the other end with Scotty, who just kept nodding his head. Patty instructed me to not let Janice and her team score, or I would be “in for it.” Candy emphasized the “in for it” and said she might clean her shoes on my face if I didn’t play “tough.” I swore to do my best, and the girls all went to the center of the field to begin playing.
Scotty and I didn’t have much to do for a while. The ball kept going back and fourth between the two teams at the center of the field, until Brigitte let fly with a long kick toward our goal. Roberta was there and heading right toward me. I could hear Patty yelling “stop her” and I got ready to block her kick. She kicked the ball hard toward me when she was only about ten feet away and I knocked it away with my hands. Before I could turn around, she was on me, kicking her polished loafer into my balls. I fell to the ground, moaning in agony, with my hands between my legs. She just laughed and said, “let that be a lesson to you, boy; don’t ever block my shots!” All the girls were laughing like it was one of the funniest things they’d ever seen.
Patty, Maureen, and Candy called time-out and came over to me. I didn’t think I could stand up for a while, so they told me to just stay on the ground while they took care of Scotty Hanson. I thought to myself, why would they take care of poor Scotty? I was the one who got kicked by Roberta!
The girls took the ball back in bounds and started heading down field. I saw Patty whisper something to Janice. Janice pulled her team aside. No one was blocking the three bigger girls as they took the ball down to Scotty. What happened next brought on one of the most horrible sights I have ever seen! Scotty Hanson was to wind up in the hospital for a week, but he never blamed the girls for this.
All three girls ran at him as hard as they could. They just left the ball in the grass. They ran right into him, and big Candy knocked him flat on the ground. I heard him scream in pain “hey, you can’t do that!” The women kicked and kicked and kicked him. Finally, they stopped, and he just lay on his stomach crying. Patty walked back to the ball and kicked it into his face. She asked, “do you think you can block my kick, Scotty?” I couldn’t hear if he answered. She kicked the ball into the goal, and she, and her teammates, walked away. Scotty tried to get up, but as he did, he could see his own team, Janice, Brigitte, Becky, and Roberta, walking towards him.
“You let them score!” yelled Janice, “now you’re in for it!” She kicked him right in the face, and the other girls joined in. Down on the ground he went! Becky and Roberta used their feet to roll him over on his back, and Brigitte planted her foot on his chest so he couldn’t move. They began kicking and he began screaming and begging them to stop.
Becky grabbed one of his arms and pinned his wrist to the ground with her foot. Janice put her foot on his other wrist, and they all stood there, watching him pinned to the ground, crying. I could see Brigitte as she moved her foot from his chest to his face, and I suppose, she was making him kiss it. Roberta walked up between his legs and stepped up on him. She appeared to be standing on his belly and balls from where I sat. Then she slowly walked up his body and stood on his chest, looking down on him. Brigitte took her foot off of his face and ran between his legs, while Roberta placed one of her feet on his face. Brigitte stepped up on him and stood on his belly and balls, while Roberta trampled his chest and face. Janice and Becky held him in place with their feet on his wrists. He was crushed beneath the feet of four girls. They just stood on him, calling him names and making him beg forgiveness while he kissed the bottom of Roberta’s shoe.
Finally, Roberta stepped off and Brigitte walked up him and placed one of her feet on his bruised face. I’m sure he was busy kissing the bottom of her shoe when she stepped off him and Janice and Becky released his wrists. They all moved around him and I could see lift their feet and tramp down on his balls and on his face. His arms and legs waved wildly, trying to shield himself, but it was all to no avail. They kicked the crap out of him and kept kicking even when he laid still. Then they began walking back toward Patty and me. Maureen and candy joined them. I found out, later, that old man Dobbins found him early that evening and called the ambulance. He had bloody cuts all over. His clothes were torn; two ribs, his right arm, and his jaw were broken. He had discovered the power of the female and was afraid of the girls (and women) for the rest of his life.
I was still on the ground holding my crotch, when all seven girls stood around me. Patty gave the orders, “you are a lowly slave to girls; you saw what we did to Scotty and we will do the same to you if you ever disobey us or if you ever think of disobeying; you are to kneel before each of us in turn, tell us what you are, and bow down before us and kiss our feet; do you understand slave boy?”
I was overpowered. I had seen them destroy Scotty and I knew they had the power to do what ever they wanted. Another part of me actually enjoyed this; I now wanted to be their slave. I crawled on my knees to Patty and said, “yes Mistress Patty; I am your slave Mistress Patty” and I bowed down and kissed each of her feet. She said, “we rule the earth and this little boy is the first of thousands of slaves who will lay their lives at our feet.” I thought she must be crazy but, of course, she was right. I then went to Janice and said, “I am your slave Mistress Janice” and bowed down and kissed her feet. Around the circle I went. To Brigitte who moved back a baby step every time I tried to kiss her feet until she made me crawl several yards. To Becky, who insisted on sticking the toes of her dirty sneakers inside my mouth to be sucked. To Maureen who insisted that I call her Goddess Supreme Maureen and beg to kiss her feet before actually kissing them. When I got to Roberta, I again said, “I am your slave Mistress Roberta” and bowed to kiss her feet. She spat on me while I kissed her feet and said, “and you will be my slave for the rest of your life; when we get back to school you will serve me everyday.” I shuddered, wondering what she meant by that.
Candy was last. As I knelt before her fat body, I could feel my own inferiority. All these girls, in fact all girls, were my superiors and I would spend the rest of my life, just as Roberta had said, as a slave. “I am your slave Mistress Candy,” I whispered and bowed down to kiss her dirty sneakers. She said, “lay on your back; I want you to kiss the bottoms of my shoes, not the tops.” I did as she said and saw her fat foot descent to my kissing mouth. She pushed on my lips with her shoe, and I thought she might try to crush me, but she didn’t; she just pushed her shoe into my face. I kissed each dirty sneaker while looking up at her; she was obviously enjoying this. After I kissed both shoes she, spat right in my face and walked away. “I have to go home now; see you later” and off she, and all but Patty and Janice, went.
“C’mon wimp, let’s head home,” said Patty, and I got up off the ground. My shirt and pants were stained from the grass, and I had dirt all over. They walked home ahead of me while I followed like a slave.
A Foot Slave Forever...part 3
Part 3
When we got home it was almost time for supper. Mrs. B. took one look at me and told me that I was a mess and that I’d better get cleaned up before we ate. She made some comment about boys being such dirty creatures and how she was glad that she had two girls and I thought to myself “if she only knew!” I showered with the bathroom door locked. I didn’t want any surprise visits from Patty or Janice and I thought maybe I’d ask Mrs. B. if I could sleep downstairs on the couch tonight, instead of in the girl’s room. We all had to get up tomorrow morning for church, anyway, so it should be alright. When I got dried off and dressed and opened the door, there was Patty standing in the hall.
“You’re sleeping in our room tonight slave, so don’t even think about trying to get away from us; you belong to us and we’re going to play with you as long as we want. Do you understand slave?” she asked.
I knew she wasn’t really asking; she was telling me and I answered “yes Mistress Patty.”
Supper was normal and I thought we would sit in the living room and watch TV until bedtime, but Janice had other plans. While Patty was on the phone with Roberta, giggling about me and what they had done to Scotty Hanson, Janice said that I would play dolls with her. I wondered if Scotty was still laying out in that field or, if he had been able to get help or home alright. In fact, he was on his way right then to the hospital as Mr. Dobbins had only just found him.
I played dolls with Janice. This time, we played with her “real” dolls, and not with paper ones. She only had one male doll, “Ken” and that was who I used while she used Barbie, Heather and Kim. She made me make Ken a slave to the three girl dolls. He had to kiss their feet and they walked on him in their high heel shoes. He had to call them Mistress and wait on them hand and foot. I could see this a model for my own future life and I’m sure Janice saw herself as the Goddess to be worshipped by me and a host of adoring male slaves. Around ten we tired of playing, or should I say, Janice did, and we went to watch TV with her parents.
While she went to the TV room, I was sent to the kitchen to get each of us a soda. I could see Patty in the next room, still talking on the phone, and as I went to the refrigerator. I heard her mention my name to whoever she was talking to this time. I crept closer to the door and listened.
“That’s right, he actually kissed our feet right there in Bertram’s park……uh uh….he knelt down and said, “I’m your slave Mistress Patty” and then he bowed down and kissed my feet…..he did the same with Janice and Roberta and all the other girls there….uh, uh….,” she giggled and snickered.
I gasped. Now she was spreading the word to someone else. My life, I thought, was over. Of course, as I’ve said, they really didn’t tell very many people and the secret was pretty well kept. I found out later, she was telling our cousin Katie, who lived in Chicago. I wouldn’t see Katie for another six months, but that’s another story. I grabbed the two sodas and hustled back to Janice in the TV room.
She spread her legs out on the couch so that I had no where to sit except on the floor. Her mother said, “Janice, make room for Larry on the couch.” Janice looked at me and asked, “you don’t mind sitting on the floor, do you Larry; my feet are tired.” I agreed that the floor would be just fine and I sat at her feet for an hour and a half waiting for bed time.
Finally it was time to hit the sack and I was terrified. The three of us went upstairs and Patty and Janice used the bathroom first. They went in together and I could hear them giggling about something as I waited in the hall. Finally they came out, wearing long pajama tops but no bottoms. I went in and peed, put on pajamas, brushed my teeth, and sat for quite a while on the toilet, imagining that they would go to sleep and I would not have to kiss their feet or tell them I was their slave. It didn’t work. When I made it to the bedroom, they were both sitting on the bed, waiting for me.
Janice spoke first, “you better take off those pajamas boy!”
Then Patty, “yeah, and get down on your knees.”
I obeyed. I pulled off the pajamas I had just put on and dropped to my knees before the two girls. I knew that this is where I would be for the rest of my life. “You know what to do, so do it!” said Patty.
With trembling voice I uttered those words that had become my litany, “I am your slave Mistress Patty and Mistress Janice.” I bowed down before Patty and kissed each of her bare feet. I then moved my face to the floor before Janice and kissed each of her bare feet. I stayed on the floor before them hoping that they would let me go to sleep now.
Janice said, “get up on your knees slave; Patty had a new idea that she told me about in the bathroom; it’s sort of a bathroom idea,” and she giggled. She said, “we’ve never had a boy give us a French kiss so we want you to French kiss us, do you know how?”
I was suspicious. Why would they want me to French kiss them; I was their slave. I kissed their feet. Besides I was positive that Patty had French kissed boys before; maybe Janice had too. Surely, Janice didn’t want my foot licking tongue in her mouth. I said, “I know what a French kiss is; it’s when you stick your tongue in; if that’s what you want, I’ll do it.”
Patty said, “good, me first since it was my idea,” and she stood up and turned her butt to my face. “Pull up my pajamas, kiss and lick my buttocks, and then stick your tongue in my hole.”
I choked when she said this. I couldn’t believe it! She was going to make me kiss her ass. Not just that, she wanted me to stick my tongue up her butt. No way could I bring myself to do such a gross thing! I backed up on my knees and turned my face away from her butt.
Crack! I yelped. Janice had hit me across the back with her belt. The metal tip hurt like crazy. “You better do what we tell you to do or we’ll not only tell everyone what you are, we’ll beat you just like we beat Scotty,” warned Janice. “Get your face back here and start kissing my butt, slave!” said Patty.
I had no choice, Janice would beat the crap out of me; I’d seen what they did to Scotty and I didn’t want to be in the hospital. I didn’t want my friends to know that a couple of girls had beaten me up or that I had kissed their feet and become their slave. I had no choice.
I walked back to her on my knees and held the hem of her pajama top. My hands actually trembled a little as I raised her top and exposed her bare butt. It was beautiful; round cheeks, firm, creamy white, and smooth as silk. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all! “Kiss my butt, slave,” insisted Patty. I leaned forward and pressed my moist lips to her right cheek and kissed. Janice began laughing out loud, “he’s not just a foot kisser; he’s a butt kisser too!”
I kissed her cheek again and then moved my lips to her left cheek and kissed it too. I could picture myself naked on my knees behind Patty. Her standing there like royalty while I kissed her butt, not just once, but again and again.
She bent over the bed, exposing her anus and ordered, “give me some French kisses slave; get your tongue inside my hole.”
When I saw her butt hole before me, I couldn’t do it. It was too gross. I couldn’t stick my tongue inside that hole even though I’d been kissing her ass. This was too much for me, but Janice quickly changed my mind! Crack, crack, the belt came across my back twice and Janice snarled, “do what you’re told slave or I’ll cut you to ribbons!”
I leaned into Patty’s butt and stuck my tongue up her hole. It tasted just like you would imagine butt to taste like. It was warm, moist, and pungent. My whole face was surrounded by butt.
Her cheeks pushed onto my eyes, my nose was buried in her crack, I quickly pulled my tongue out, hoping that she was satisfied. She wasn’t!
“Get your tongue back in there and lick it out; I want to feel you licking and eating my butt; wiggle it around; give me dirty pleasure slave,” said Patty.
I obeyed fearful that Janice would crack me with her belt again. Besides, I was their slave; I had to do what they said. Why else was I naked on my knees; why else had I professed my slavery and kissed the feet of seven different girls that afternoon. I was a sissy, wimp, slave and all girls were my superiors. My dick throbbed from these thoughts and the taste of her ass.
I pushed my tongue back into her hole, and licked and slurped. I wiggled my tongue and she actually moaned and pushed her butt into my face. I knew what to do and I pushed my face into her butt and continued lapping her hole, like I was a starving dog. Janice was laughing and suddenly I noticed a flash. She was taking pictures. I kept licking as more flashing pictures were snapped. I don’t know how long I was in Patty’s ass but it seemed like a long time. When it was time to leave, I no longer wanted to.
She stood up from her bending posture and my tongue fell from her hole. I was entranced and immediately began kissing her butt cheeks and licking them with my tongue. Janice took another picture of this exhibition. Now they would have pictures to show their friends, my friends, anyone! I didn’t care; my little dick was hard as a rock and I would have kissed her butt in front of the world if she wanted me too.
Patty said, “you can stop now slave; you did a very good job of cleaning my butt; Janice show him how he looks.”
I looked over at Janice and she handed me the five polaroids she had taken. In the first four, you couldn’t really tell who it was that had his face buried in Patty’s butt, but in the fifth, it was clearly me with my lips pressed to her ass. I just stared and Patty took the pictures from me to see for herself. She said she liked them and would keep them forever.
She ordered me to thank her and kiss her feet in gratitude. I obeyed, “thank you Mistress Patty for letting me kiss your butt,” and I bowed down and kissed her feet, As I did, Janice took another picture.
“Now it’s my turn, or should I say, my butt’s turn,” said Janice, “I don’t want to stand though, so get up on the bed and lay down on your back; I’m going to sit on your face.”
I obeyed. I laid down on my back on the bed and Janice climbed up and sat on my chest with her back to me. Patty had turned me on so much with her butt that I stared at Janice’s warm ass with real longing. I had become their helpless toy.
Patty began snapping pictures, as Janice slowly slid her butt back toward my face. My dick must have been standing straight up. When her butt touched my mouth, I immediately began kissing and licking and Janice, again, laughed right out loud.
“You little butt freak; taste this,” and she pushed her hole onto my waiting tongue. I could feel Patty sliding my dick into her vagina. She was wet and I slid right in. I moaned and Janice wiggled her butt on my mouth. I ate her butt like it was the finest dessert I’d ever had. In fact, it was the finest dessert I’d ever had, it was the butt and sacred hole of my Mistress. My head was spinning with thoughts like this. All girls were wonderful; they were superior beings. I was so lucky to be in her butt, while Patty rode me.
The girls played see-saw on me. Patty would rise up on my dick while Janice pushed her butt in my face; Patty would slide down my wet dick while Janice lifted her hole off my tongue. Up and down, again and again, until both girls were moaning and finally squealing with delight.
They stopped before I could cum. I think they planned it that way. Patty got up and stood beside the bed and Janice climbed off of my face and pushed me, with her feet, back down on the floor. I just knelt there before them while they stared at me.
I knew what I was, and I acted as I knew they wished. They didn’t have to give the command. I said, “thank you Mistress Janice for letting me lick your butt; thank you Mistress Patty for letting me please you,” and I bowed down and began kissing their feet.
They watched for along time. I think they knew that my training was complete. I really was their slave now. They’d never have to threaten me with exposure to get me to do what they wanted; I was now eager to do what they wanted, no matter what it was. I knew it too and I kissed their feet in true adoration. I belonged to them and I would do anything they said; I was their slave.
Finally, Patty tossed me a blanket and told me to sleep on the floor while she and Janice curled up on the bed. They seemed to fall asleep pretty quickly, but I lay awake for a long time thinking about their butts in my face and my tongue in their butts. I loved them both; they were Goddesses and I was dirt!

A Foot Slave Forever part 4.
Part 4.
The next morning I awoke with Janice’s foot in my face. I kissed it and said again, “I am your slave Mistress Janice.” Patty wasn’t there; I found out later that she had gotten up first because there was always a fight to get to the bathroom on Sunday mornings.
Janice looked down at me under her foot, “I think you really are beginning to understand what you are slave; doesn’t it bother you that you’ll spend the rest of your life under the feet of girls?”
She moved her foot from my lips to my cheek so that I could speak. I answered, “No it doesn’t bother me Mistress Janice; I know that it must be that way; girls are better than I am; I love you Mistress Janice.”
Just then Patty walked in and said, “do you love me too slave?”
I answered truthfully, “yes, Mistress Patty, I love all superior girls and I will be an obedient for all my life if you permit it.”
Janice stood up to take her turn in the bathroom and Patty sat on the bed and put her foot in my face. I immediately knew what to do and said, “I am your slave Mistress Patty” and began kissing the bottom of her foot.
She watched for a while and then took her foot away and ordered me to run downstairs and fetch the shoes that I had polished for her and Janice. I was naked but she commanded me to go anyway.
I walked into the hall pretty scared that I might run into her mom or dad. What would they think, what would they say, if they caught me running around the house naked? I was perspiring from being nervous. I crept as silently as I could to the head of the stairs and tried to listen for sounds downstairs. I didn’t hear anybody so I crept down the stairs.
I went across the living room, through the small dining room, and almost into the kitchen. The shoes were still in the far corner where I had sat to polish them yesterday. I crept into the kitchen and was just about to pick up the shoes when I heard someone coming behind me. I almost panicked; I quickly slid down to the floor and crouched beside the stove.
It was Mrs. B., she walked in, humming to herself. I peeked around the corner and saw her arranging something on the table. Thank heaven she wasn’t cooking or she’d be right here at the stove; she’d see me for sure. How could I explain why I was naked hiding behind the stove in the kitchen? I thought she’d find me or hear me breathing but she didn’t. She turned around and went back through the dining room.
I just sat there silently, listening for several minutes. My nerves felt shattered. Finally, I picked up the four pair of shoes, cradled them in my arms, and headed for the doorway. Mrs. B. wasn’t there, so I went through the dining and living rooms and started up the stairs. I knew this was a most vulnerable spot. There was no where to hide if someone caught me on the stairway. No one did, and I made it back to the girl’s room shaking like a leaf. I had just heard their father opening the bathroom door as I scooted inside their room.
I closed the door behind me and looked at them. They both sat, fully dressed, on the edge of the bed. Patty had white stockings on and Janice wore pink knee socks. I walked over to them and knelt down. I placed the shiny shoes on the floor at their feet and recited my oath, “I am your slave Mistress Patty; I am your slave Mistress Janice.” I bowed down and kissed their feet.
Both girls decided to wear the low heel, patent leather shoes to church and I put the shoes on their beautiful feet for them. They left the room telling me to hurry up and get dressed for church or their dad would be mad. I dressed like lightening, combed my hair, and bounded down the stairs. I kept daydreaming that this was just our house, Patty, Janice, and me, and that their mom and dad were gone. I could be the girl’s slave twenty-four hours a day. I would work for them and worship them night and day. I dreamed this fantasy all through church and at one point Mrs. B. had to nudge me; she new I was “somewhere else.”
Once we were back at their house, the girls went up to change while Mr. B. told me that I should pay attention in church. I apologized and said I was missing my parents. He said that he understood and Mrs. B. said that was “sweet.” I went upstairs to change my clothes, too, but when I got into the girl’s room I saw that they hadn’t changed anything; hadn’t even taken their shoes off.
Patty started with, “come here slave, I want you to undress me and worship my butt like you did last night; I want some more French kisses.”
I crawled over to her and bent down to remove her shoes. They slid off easily, and as I held her beautiful foot in my hands she asked, “You’re really starting to like this aren’t you, slave?”
I whispered, “yes, Mistress Patty” while staring at her foot.
She pulled it from my hands and said, “Undress me slave.”
As she stood and turned her back to me, I reached up and unzipped the back of her dress. I then stood and pulled it up over her head and took it to the closet and put it on a hanger for her. At this point Janice said, “see you later Patty; see you later foot pervert,” and left.
I returned to Patty and knelt before her again. She turned her back to me and I unhooked her bra. She turned again and I pulled her bra over her shoulders. Her breasts were small but I got mighty hard looking at them above me as I knelt before her.
She took a few steps back and sat on the edge of the bed and I crawled over to her on my knees. I was beginning to get rug burns on my knees from all the kneeling and crawling her and Janice had been making me do.
Patty crossed her legs and extended a foot toward me. She was acting like a much older girl, like a woman. She sat there with her bare breasts, her crossed legs, and her stockinged foot extended toward me. She was so sexy that my hands trembled as I reached to her thigh and began to remove her white stocking. I brought it gently down her leg, over her knee, down her calf, over her ankle and heel, and off her beautiful toes. I could have exploded if she had let me touch myself. She didn’t say a word as she recrossed her legs sticking her other foot in my face. I again pulled her stocking off with trembling hands.
When it was off, she laughed, “that tickles slave; now remove my panties,” and she stood up right in front of me. My face was at her waist as I grabbed the pretty white panties and pulled them down revealing her hairy mound. I lowered her panties to her feet, as she lifted one then the other foot for me to remove her last stitch of clothing.
She stood there naked before me; I knelt there naked before her. This was a fantasy come true with the slight kink that I was on my knees and she was standing. If I could change that, then any stories out of this experience would be well worth telling.
She quickly put an end to that wish by turning her back to me and pushing her butt in my face, “kiss and lick my butt slave, just like you did last night, just like you will for the rest of your slave life!” she laughed.
I moaned and pressed my lips to her warm cheeks. I lovingly kissed her butt again and again. I used my tongue to clean every inch of those firm, round cheeks and luscious crack. She bent over and I French kissed her hole. I slid my tongue in, wiggled and slurped, and pulled it out. Then in again and out again, She moaned and pulled away and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Come here slave boy, I’ve got something else for you to kiss,” and she spread her legs.
I crawled over to her and slowly put my face in her crotch. I didn’t like the smell at first, but believe me, it grows on you. I bent forward and gently kissed the mound of hair between her beautiful young legs. I felt her hands grab my hair and push me as she ordered, “get in there and lick; I want French kisses on this side too; make me wet.”
My nose and mouth were wedged in her crotch. The smell was overpowering and I licked her hairy hole. The more I licked the moister she became, and I was eating her to save myself from drowning.
I kissed and licked and used my tongue until she squealed like she had the previous night. She rubbed her groin in my face until I was covered in her cum. I was already to explode myself but she wouldn’t let me. She just pushed my face away and slapped me hard on the cheek.
“Naughty, naughty slave; what if your mother saw you licking my pussy; you’d be punished,” and she laughed and slapped my other cheek.
I was red and I was hot. I pleaded with her to let me cum too, “please may I cum, Mistress Patty, please.”
“Maybe later slave,” she said and got up, dressed, and left me kneeling naked on her bedroom floor. I was panting but dared not touch myself. They’d do a “Scotty” on me if they found out. Finally I recovered enough to get dressed and go downstairs.
My whole life had been turned upside down this weekend. I had been a relatively normal boy when I’d arrived at their house Friday evening; I was no longer normal. Patty and Janice had turned me into their foot kissing, butt loving, and now pussy licking slave. I no longer wanted to get away; I wanted to stay with them for the rest of my life.
Downstairs I learned that Patty had gone over to Maureen’s house with Candy and wouldn’t be back until supper time. I was very disappointed and thought about walking over to Maureen’s house myself. Before I could start on that journey, Janice changed my plans. She caught me on the back porch with her friends Brigitte and Becky.
“Slave boy,” she said as she grabbed my arms, “you’re going to be busy this afternoon; I’ve sold you to Brigitte and Becky until 4PM; they each gave me $5 which is probably a lot more than you’re worth; you’ll go with them and you will serve, please, and amuse them in any and all ways that they command; do you understand slave?”
I meekly bowed my head and answered, “Yes, Mistress Janice.”
She released my arm and turned to the girls, “he’s all yours, have fun.”
Becky grabbed my arm while Brigitte tied a rope around my wrist; she then grabbed my other arm and tied my wrists together in front of my body. Brigitte led me off the porch with the rope tied around my wrists. As I went down the stairs, Becky kicked me hard in the butt.
“Get a move on boy; it’s already 12:30 and we only own you till 4:00,” said Becky. All three girls laughed and Janice went back into the house. I followed Brigitte and Becky the block and a half to their house, at the end of a rope. I kept looking around, hoping no one would see us, but I’m sure people did. We walked right down the sidewalk and lots of cars passed by. Anyone looking would see two girls walking together, one of them holding the end of a rope. The other end of the rope was clearly tied to the wrists of the boy walking behind them.
When we were almost there, we ran into Mrs. Southerby. She was a pretty attractive middle-aged woman who kept to herself most of the time. As she passed, she stared at us and asked, “Are you girls having fun?” It seemed to me to be a strange thing to ask, but I suppose she didn’t know what to say.
Brigitte answered, “We will when we get our slave home.”
Mrs. Southerby looked hard at me and said, “You better obey these young ladies or you’ll have to answer to me; do you understand slave?”
I couldn’t tell if she was k**ding or not. Maybe she thought this was some kind of k**’s game and she was just playing around with us. I stammered out a “yes Mistress,” and she smiled and walked on. I never did decide if she had been joking or if she really knew what was going on. Brigitte and Becky loved it whichever it was. They pulled hard on my rope and laughed while calling me, “slave.”
When we reached their house, Brigitte explained, “We aren’t allowed to have guests in the house when our parents are gone, so we’re going to play in the backyard. Becky why don’t you take him there while I get some ‘toys’ for us to use?” She gave Becky a wicked smile as she said this, handed her the rope, and dashed in the front door.
Becky led me around the side of the house and through the gate to the small yard. Fortunately, their back yard was fenced with a high wooden fence. We couldn’t see out unless we stood on tip toes. No one could see in unless they did the same or watched from the upstairs bedrooms of the east or west neighboring houses. I prayed that no one was home. I didn’t know what the two girls had in mind but I was pretty sure I didn’t want anyone to see us.
Becky led me to a metal eye hook that stuck out of the ground next to the back porch steps and told me to kneel. I did and she tied the end of the rope that she’d been holding to the eye hook and sat on the porch steps looking down at me.
“I’ve never had a boy slave before; are you really a slave or is this just some game you’re playing with your cousins?” she asked.
I didn’t know what to answer. I wasn’t absolutely sure myself whether this was real or not; I went back and forth between wishing it were over or had never happened at all and wishing it would go on forever. I said, “I don’t really know Mistress Becky; I guess it’s whatever you want it to be.”
She smiled and said, “good answer slave, now kiss my shoe,” and she shoved her dirty sneaker in my face.
I kissed the top of her canvas sneaker and her sister came out as Becky pulled her foot away from my lips.
Brigitte had more rope and some belts. She stood on the edge of the porch and ordered, “Now kiss my shoes slave.”
I immediately bowed before her and pressed my lips to each of her penny loafers. I guess they knew that I’d do what they said. As I knelt up again I could see the smiles of delight on their pretty faces.
Becky leaned over and untied my wrists but left the other end of the rope tied to the eye hook. Brigitte ordered, “Take off all of your clothes slave.”
I began stripping off my shoes and socks and shirt. I stood up to take my pants off and stopped short of removing my underwear. Maybe they’d let me keep my jockeys on.
Becky stood up and walked up to me. Her face was right in my face as she said, “we told you to take off your clothes boy.” She looked mean.
I reached down and pulled off my underwear and laid them on the ground with all my other clothes. Becky put both hands on my shoulders as I straightened back up and pushed down, “get down on your knees slave.”
I obeyed and dropped to my knees before her.
Brigitte walked down the porch steps and stood with Becky before me. “The first thing we’re gonna play is cowgirl,” she said, “you get to be a runaway steer and we get to chase you.”