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“As it turns out, I just lost my last recruit to an unfortunate accident & I was looking for a replacement. “What?” I asked. “You have employees? “Sort of,” Jeanette said. “I have men who work for me all day. You know, massaging my legs, washing my clothes, cleaning my house & all those little things that I just don’t have time for. “So, they’re man servants? “Not exactly.” Jeanette said. “I don’t give them any kind of salary for their work. They’re just use & throw away. “Use & throw away?” I reflected. “I guess the right word for them would be slave’. “Wow, you actually have slaves who would do anything for you?” “Yes.” She laughed. “They live & die for me. “And let me guess. You want me to be your slave if I lose this round?” I asked. “Exactly. I would lock you up in my toilet & make you work for me every day, for the rest of your life. You would have to obey my every command & live a life of servitude,” “This is just crazy.” I said. “It isn’t if the men consent to being treated like that.” Jeanette said. “What? Why would anyone willingly give up their lives & work for you? Jeanette shook her head. “Oh my! You’re just not getting it. I thought you were supposed to be a smart guy.” “I’ll explain it to you in a simpler way.” Jeanette said. She turned towards me & her sizzling long legs became fully visible as she brought them up to the couch, with her feet almost touching my pants. “I know how you feel.” I gulped nervously as I looked at her beautiful, slender legs. “I don’t understand.” “You are in love with me, aren’t you?” Jeanette asked. “I Love?” “It’s okay.” Jeanette said. “Almost every guy I’ve ever met in my life falls in love with me or is already in love with me, I know you can’t help it. Men can’t help it at all. I can’t have a million boyfriends now, can I?” Jeanette asked. “That doesn’t mean I’ll go out with a fat, ugly loser like you. I’ve got my standards.” I bowed down, hurt by her straight forward talk. “I mean, look at you & look at me.” I sat quiet & watched the beautiful girl blush. “You must feel so inferior next to a girl like me. “I am inferior. “Right. So, since you are already in love with me & you’re an inferior being, I might as well use you like a slave. You can be part of my life & make me happy, while I get some work done. It’s a win-win. Don’t you think so? “IÖ, see? “For example, right now. I’m going to give you the best moment of your life, ever.” Jeanette declared. Her feet moved down, her heels went down my nose & reached before my mouth. I held her legs & gave the heel a French kiss. Not knowing how long I would have the liberty to lick her feet. She brought her foot right down to my nose & made me sniff the area between her big toes. As I took a deep inhale, she pinched my nose shut between the toes, disallowing the passage of air. I kissed the cheeks of her foot, breathless but euphoric at the same time. Her foot released the pinch & descended back to the couch I had to bid farewell as she brought it down & placed them on the couch’s maroon velvet surface. I continued to watch them, longing to sniff them again, to caress them. “There you go,” Jeanette said, withdrawing her legs. “Was that not the best moment of your life? “It certainly was, Jeanette.” I said. “So,” Jeanette said, “That is what I want if I win your life as my slave.” I felt hypnotized, barely able to listen to a single word she was saying. “What do you want if you win?” she asked, closing up her deck of cards. “I want,” I got down on my knees before Jeanette & went for another luscious kiss to her beautiful foot. “Everything you just said!” The girl smiled as she looked down at the seduced, enslaved version of me struggling to get at her feet. “Become my slave & die for me!” Jeanette stated with a smile. Tears of joy streamed down my eyes as I looked up to her. In a moment, she had become my Goddess. “I will, Jeanette. Gladly!” “Welcome to my club, piggy. You are the thirty-first member!” Jeanette said. “What happened to the first thirty slaves?” I ventured. “Oh, they all died for me.” Jeanette said. “The same will happen to you, someday. “Thank you, mommy.” I kissed her lower leg & nodded. “And don’t think I’m going to take care of you. You give me everything, & I give you nothing in return. That’s how it works. The only thing you will ever get to eat in your life,” she patted her upper thighs, “is my shit.” I sat up to kiss her other leg & nodded through every condition she mentioned. “You would not even have the right to drink water, the only thing you’re allowed to drink is my piss.” I licked her big toe. “Your job is to obey my every command, no matter what.” “I’m ready to do everything you tell me to serving you is now the only part of my life miss.” “That’s what I thought,” Jeanette smiled, looking down at me. “But, before you start working for me, there are a few rituals you need to go through. “First, I am going to give you a blessing & then I will mark you as my property. Jeanette stood over me & held her head high, pointing her forefinger down at me. “I now appoint you as my foot slave. Your job is to massage my feet & to accept kicks from me whenever I feel like giving them to you. “Thank you, Jeanette. “Call me Goddess. “Thank you, my Goddess. “Now, bring your head down lower,” she said, pointing at her feet. I lowered my head & tried to kiss her toe, but she raised her other foot up & stomped my head down, making me kiss the ground instead. She held up her hand in a flattened position like an Indian deity. “I bless you with a life of servitude under my feet,” she said. She then stepped her other foot on my head, using both her feet to crush me even harder into the floor. “As my foot slave, you would not get to eat anything. I don’t care if you die.” Even as my head wiggled under her heavy, powerful feet, I managed to mumble a question. “Jeanette, you said I could eat your shit.” “No, only my butt slaves get to eat shit. You have to work hard for me & get promoted, only then will I grant you the pleasure,” she said, stepping off from my head. “Understood,” I said. “No food until I get promoted.” “That’s right.” “Jeanette, can I ask how long it might take me to get the promotion?” I asked. “That depends on how well you serve me,” Jeanette smiled. “With exceptional performance, it might take a couple of years. “No food for two years.” I mumbled. “Thank you, Jeanette! “Now turn around & face upwards. I’m going to brand you as one of my slaves,” Jeanette ordered. I turned around & lay down on the ground as quickly as I could, placing my head at her feet. “Take off your shirt,” she commanded. I took off my t-shirt & joined my hands, looking up to her. Her hand went back behind her head, & before I could react, it had landed a hard slap on my face. “Bastard. You don’t have the right to look at me.” “I’m so sorry!” She stepped both her feet on my stomach & crushed my ribs. “Oh, look at you crying for mommy. This is why you’re such a loser. You’ll never amount to anything in your life,” Jeanette laughed as she continued carving out her name. “Now I’ll know you’re one of my slaves.” She held her head up high. “You are my slave number thirty-one. That’s what I’ll call you until you die for me. Slave31. Jeanette stood next to my head & knocked my head with her toe. “I don’t need you now. You can get lost.” I tried to crawl away from her on my hands & knees. She walked over me & kicked my head again. “My toilet is that way you bloody idiot.” I crawled towards the direction she was pointing & reached the toilet; a completely dark room. She kicked me until I was fully inside. “Stay there until I call you out,” she said, locking the door. Jeanette had me locked up in her toilet for many hours. As I sat in the darkness, staring at the white porcelain commode next to me. I heard Jeanette’s footsteps drawing closer. I sat up next to the door. But in the darkness, I couldn’t discern which way the door opened, or where I should be when she came in. She turned the lights on. I realized that I was on the wrong side, & it was far too late to do anything about it. Wham! She pushed open the door & hit my head as it flung open. Jeanette walked in to see me on the floor, rolling about in pain. “Hah. Serves you right dickless! Your head is supposed to be inside my commode. What the hell do you think you were doing here?” “Get over there now!” she commanded, pointing to the commode. I sat lowered my head into the toilet water. “You’re such a loser, can’t even do that right.” She stamped the back of my neck & crushed my head down into the water. “Think of how lucky you’ve become in your life. This is where I shit.” As she crushed my head down harder, I tried to lap some of the commode water. She laughed. “That’s right. You eat where I shit. She took her leg back, relieving some of the pressure off my neck. “Get in there again, loser!” she ordered. “Yes, yes, Jeanette. I’m sorry.” I piloted my head into her commode again. “What the fuck is this? Do I have to come in here & make you do everything? You’re lazy & disgusting. “No, Jeanette.” I cried. “If you don’t appreciate the job I’ve given you, you don’t deserve to be here at all. Get out of my house!” she commanded. “Now!” “Please, mommy.” I fell to her feet & begged. “Give me just one more chance. I’ll do anything to prove myself to you.” Jeanette kicked me hard. “You know how many people out there are waiting for a chance to be my toilet slave? “Yes, Mistress. “And this is your last warning? I bowed down & placed my head at her feet, giving her toe a little kiss. “Thank you, Goddess.” “I’m going to play a game with you” I crawled behind her as fast as I could. “You know what I’d like to do now? I’m in the mood for kicking your ugly face. I crawled before her & sat up, offering my face. She raised her leg & swung it across, landing a hard kick on my face. As I tried to recover from the blow, she placed her hands on her hips & laughed. “How painful was that piggy? “Very” I rubbed my jaws, ridding them of some of the pain. “But it’s just not enough.” Jeanette said. “Plus, my feet hurt from kicking you so hard.” I kissed her feet. “I’m so sorry, my Goddess. “Tell me exactly what you’re sorry for,” she said. “I’m sorry that kicking my face hurts your feet. “There’s a way for me to feel less pain & for you to feel much more.” Jeanette said. “Guess what I’m talking about? Umm “That’s right. Boots!” Jeanette smiled for the triumph of her own intelligence. “How would you enjoy hard leather boot soles going into that ugly face of yours?” “It would hurt, mommy.” “Aww,” she said, making a sarcastic sad expression on her face. “Look at you, such a pathetic cry baby.” “I’m sorry, Mistress.” “I want to kick your face. & I want to hurt you real bad.” Jeanette said, fondling my chest with her feet. “So, what do you want? “Isn’t there some other way I could entertain you, goddess? “Wrong answer.” Jeanette said. “This is the first lesson you must learn as my slave. You must want what I want. Nothing else. Got it?” “Yes, Jeanette.” “So what do you want?” “I want you to kick my face as hard as possible, Jeanette.” I said. “Good doggie. Now what do I need to give you more pain?” “Your boots, Jeanette.” I crawled over to the closet’s shoe cabinet. There was a large pair of leather boots on the upper shelf. I reached for them with my hands. “No! Pick them up with your mouth & place them at my feet.” Jeanette said. I never even realized that she’d followed me into her closet. “Slaves don’t have the right to touch my footwear.” I caught the upper end of the left boot with my mouth & placed it before Jeanette. “Good,” she said. I quickly fetched the right boot & placed it before her. She slowly stepped her feet into her boots & was about to bend down to zip them close, but stopped herself. “Hey, slave. Zip them close with your mouth.” I swiftly kissed the zip & caught it between my teeth. Then bringing up the boots’ zip. I then did the same for her other boot. “Hmm” she blushed, stepping one foot forward & spreading her hands apart. “How beautiful do I look?” “You look even more regal, Jeanette.” I said. “I know. But go on.” “You’re a gorgeous killing machine sent by God to rule over all men.” I said. “You are mistaken, my slave. For I am God. Most of the time, I create incredibly beautiful things like my very own body.” Jeanette said, with her head high. “But some other times, I make mistakes. I create scum like you.” She pointed her finger at me. “Sub humans who are destined for nothing worthwhile.” Jeanette said. “But I can end your miserable life & clean up my act. “Crush me with those boots until I die, Goddess. “I will do exactly that.” Jeanette said. “Thank you, Goddess. “But before you die, take a good look at me.” Jeanette said. She had her eyes closed, giving me a few seconds to admire the perfection that she was. Her beautiful round face, her big eyes, her straight hair, the black t-shirt that accentuated her large, firm breasts & her tiny little denim skirt. “Tell me how much of a privilege it was, serving as my slave for one day.” “Jeanette, my Goddess. You threw me in your toilet, where my soul belongs. You let me smell your asshole.” “Correct!” she said, pointing to the corner of the room behind me. “Get over there & kneel for me.” I to the corner & knelt on the floor, trying to be as obedient as possible. “As an indication of your enjoyment, you have to kiss the boot that kicked you, as a thank-you for each kick. I surrendered my head to her feet & kissed the her boot. “Forgive me, my Goddess. I was just wondering what would happen if I accept ten kicks properly. “Did you ever notice how I always call you a loser’?” Jeanette asked. “Why do you think I call you that? “Because I’m a loser, Jeanette. I am but an inferior being who deserves nothing more than to be your slave.” I said. “That’s not the only reason.” Jeanette said. “As my slave, loser’ isn’t just an indication of my superiority over you. It’s your job description. “So,” I swallowed, “it’s my job to lose to you? “Exactly. So even if you do accept ten kicks from these boots, I’m just going to continue kicking you as much as I want, you bloody loser?” “Now shut up & kneel down!” I joined my hands together & began to watch her legs fearfully. Her left boot went up & landed hard on my mouth. My head reeled from the impact. “HA-HA. Did you lose a few teeth just now? I shook my head. “No. “In that case, I will kick you much harder. Twenty kicks to go.” Jeanette said as she waited for me to recover. “Don’t worry. It’s your job to lose, & you finally seem to be doing it right. She caught my hand & twisted it, bringing my head down further. Her foot went up & landed square on my ear. She held on to my twisted hand, preventing me from falling off. I caught some air & managed to mumble, I was also supposed to kiss her boot, but she was twisting my hand much too hard to be able to kiss her boot. “Hmm, No, you didn’t kiss my boot,” she laughed as she twisted my hand & kicked my face even harder. I dropped to the floor from the pain, but was still able to squeeze out the words, “Thank you”. She smiled & kicked me hard with her other boot before I had a chance to kiss the one she kicked me with. She kept me trapped in the corner. “I will spend my whole life trying to be worthy of that kick, Mistress. Thank you. “HA-HA. I lost count of how many kicks you’re supposed to receive. I wanted to mumble “Ninety,” but I had completely run out of breath. “I’m just going to say you have three hundred kicks left!” Jeanette laughed. She stepped off my head. “Follow me to my toilet, you’re dirtying that floor.” Despite the agonizing pain, I crawled behind the beautiful Mistress as she led me towards the toilet. She grabbed my neck & placed my head on the edge of her commode, so that I was sinking into the commode, facing up to her. My neck was caught in a precarious position at the rim of her commode. Stepping her boots on my face. Soon, the full weight of her agile body was stomping me into the commode, with both boots on my face. She raised her left boot & brought it down hard. She then landed a hard right boot. “One, two. One, two. Looks like we’re never going to get to three hundred, huh?” she laughed. The boot crushes rained down my face as I bled into her commode & passed out. Mopping time Jeanette pointed to a large bucket placed under her bathroom faucet. “Fill up that bucket with water. You’re going to mop every inch of my house clean,” she said. I crawled over to the faucet & opened it. Jeanette tapped her boots. She had dealt a nasty beating with those boots just a few hours back. Each tap of the boots to the floor filled me with fear. Jeanette strangled my neck & dragged me out of the bathroom. She pulled out a cigarette box & a lighter. “Hey loser, do you smoke at all? “No mommy.” I said. “How would you like to smoke today?” Jeanette asked with a sinister smile. “I’m your slave, Jeanette. I’ll do anything. “That’s right. You see, I’m not a smoker myself. But I like to torture my slaves with second-hand smoke,” she smiled as she handed me the lighter. “Light that up for me. I eagerly started up the lighter & held it up to the cigarette she’d placed in her mouth. Once it was lit, she took a deep inhale. She then caught my neck & blew out all the smoke on my face, overwhelming my respiration with the poisonous smoke. “Breathe my second-hand smoke till you die, bloody loser,” she laughed with sadistic pleasure. “Take off your shirt. You’re going to use it as a rag to clean my house,” she said. She stood over me & placed her boot on my back as I was mopping her floor. She poked harder with her heels into my back. I continued to mop her floor “Should we go to the next room, Jeanette? “No, wait. Let me inspect this room first.” She walked to the middle of the room. “Idiot. Come here now.” I crawled to the spot she was pointing at. She tossed some of the burnt ash from her cigarette to the floor. “Who is going to clean that up? What the fuck do you think you’re doing, loser? Get down there & lick my floor clean.” I lowered my head & licked her cigarette ash off the floor. “What about these flakes?” she asked, shaking off some more ash from her burning cigarette. I tried to lick them, but this time she covered it with her boot. “Lie down, face up,” she said pointing to the spot next to her boot. I lay down. She raised her boot over my head with the cigarette ash stuck to the bottom her shoe. “Do you see all this dust, loser? “Y..yes Jeanette.” I said. “You forgot to clean up this dust, didn’t you? “I’m so sorry. “Apology not accepted. I’m going to make you pay dearly!” Her boot landed hard on my face & she wiggled it left & right, crushing me into the floor. “Lick it up. Lick it properly,” she commanded. I swallowed every bit of dust that I could lick off the bottom of her boot. She then sat down with her knees on my chest & showed me the half burnt cigarette. “You’re going to smoke this for me now. “Please, mommy.” “Not only that,” she said. “You’re going to smoke this one upside down. “ She lowered the lit end of her cigarette into my mouth & smiled. “That’s what I mean. You feel the smoke in your mouth, loser?” I gently nodded in reply. Jeanette bent down & blew the upper end of the cigarette hard. The tobacco fumes erupted from the other end, inside my mouth, filling up my respiratory tracts with her cigarette smoke. The surge of tobacco started to burn my throat. “Hah. That’s more smoke than most chain smokers!” she laughed. “Did you enjoy it, loser?” I shook my head. “In that case, you’re going to chew & swallow it,” she said grabbing my jaw. She tossed the burning cigarette into my mouth & carefully watched me bite into the butt & swallow the nicotine completely. “That’s what happens if you give me the wrong answer. “I’m sorry, mommy.” “You’re such a hopeless cleaner. It’s almost not worth using you at all.” She got off my body. “I’m so sorry, my Goddess. I will learn to be better,” I cried. “Now get up & start cleaning properly.” I crawled to the bucket on the floor. As I started to mop the floor, she sat on my back. “You obviously need more strict supervision. Let me set up an easy system for you to follow.” She caught my head between her boots & crushed them together. “That means you move forward.” She kicked my head with her right boot. “That means you go left.” Then her left boot kicked me. “That means right. Got that, loser? “Yes mommy,” I said. “Now start mopping my floor clean piggy.” She kept on kicking me relentlessly. She made me clean her bedroom & her bathroom. With a few more nasty kicks, she guided me to her toilet. “Now wear that t-shirt again,” she laughed. “Now, you’re going to clean up my toilet. With your tongue,” she stated. She pointed to the commode walls. “Start licking that now.” She watched as I obeyed. She crushed my head with her boot. “Lick properly. Clean every inch of my toilet, the place where I shit. This is all the food you’re ever going to get. Yes, mommy. I will keep licking your toilet clean. “And will you sleep during the night? “Not a wink, mommy.” I said. “I will go on cleaning your toilet with my tongue.” “Good. I’m going to go now. I guess you won’t need the light,” Jeanette said, before she turned off the lights. She locked up the toilet door & walked away laughing.
“As it turns out, I just lost my last recruit to an unfortunate accident & I was looking for a replacement. “What?” I asked. “You have employees? “Sort of,” Jeanette said. “I have men who work for me all day. You know, massaging my legs, washing my clothes, cleaning my house & all those little things that I just don’t have time for. “So, they’re man servants? “Not exactly.” Jeanette said. “I don’t give them any kind of salary for their work. They’re just use & throw away. “Use & throw away?” I reflected. “I guess the right word for them would be slave’. “Wow, you actually have slaves who would do anything for you?” “Yes.” She laughed. “They live & die for me. “And let me guess. You want me to be your slave if I lose this round?” I asked. “Exactly. I would lock you up in my toilet & make you work for me every day, for the rest of your life. You would have to obey my every command & live a life of servitude,” “This is just crazy.” I said. “It isn’t if the men consent to being treated like that.” Jeanette said. “What? Why would anyone willingly give up their lives & work for you? Jeanette shook her head. “Oh my! You’re just not getting it. I thought you were supposed to be a smart guy.” “I’ll explain it to you in a simpler way.” Jeanette said. She turned towards me & her sizzling long legs became fully visible as she brought them up to the couch, with her feet almost touching my pants. “I know how you feel.” I gulped nervously as I looked at her beautiful, slender legs. “I don’t understand.” “You are in love with me, aren’t you?” Jeanette asked. “I Love?” “It’s okay.” Jeanette said. “Almost every guy I’ve ever met in my life falls in love with me or is already in love with me, I know you can’t help it. Men can’t help it at all. I can’t have a million boyfriends now, can I?” Jeanette asked. “That doesn’t mean I’ll go out with a fat, ugly loser like you. I’ve got my standards.” I bowed down, hurt by her straight forward talk. “I mean, look at you & look at me.” I sat quiet & watched the beautiful girl blush. “You must feel so inferior next to a girl like me. “I am inferior. “Right. So, since you are already in love with me & you’re an inferior being, I might as well use you like a slave. You can be part of my life & make me happy, while I get some work done. It’s a win-win. Don’t you think so? “IÖ, see? “For example, right now. I’m going to give you the best moment of your life, ever.” Jeanette declared. Her feet moved down, her heels went down my nose & reached before my mouth. I held her legs & gave the heel a French kiss. Not knowing how long I would have the liberty to lick her feet. She brought her foot right down to my nose & made me sniff the area between her big toes. As I took a deep inhale, she pinched my nose shut between the toes, disallowing the passage of air. I kissed the cheeks of her foot, breathless but euphoric at the same time. Her foot released the pinch & descended back to the couch I had to bid farewell as she brought it down & placed them on the couch’s maroon velvet surface. I continued to watch them, longing to sniff them again, to caress them. “There you go,” Jeanette said, withdrawing her legs. “Was that not the best moment of your life? “It certainly was, Jeanette.” I said. “So,” Jeanette said, “That is what I want if I win your life as my slave.” I felt hypnotized, barely able to listen to a single word she was saying. “What do you want if you win?” she asked, closing up her deck of cards. “I want,” I got down on my knees before Jeanette & went for another luscious kiss to her beautiful foot. “Everything you just said!” The girl smiled as she looked down at the seduced, enslaved version of me struggling to get at her feet. “Become my slave & die for me!” Jeanette stated with a smile. Tears of joy streamed down my eyes as I looked up to her. In a moment, she had become my Goddess. “I will, Jeanette. Gladly!” “Welcome to my club, piggy. You are the thirty-first member!” Jeanette said. “What happened to the first thirty slaves?” I ventured. “Oh, they all died for me.” Jeanette said. “The same will happen to you, someday. “Thank you, mommy.” I kissed her lower leg & nodded. “And don’t think I’m going to take care of you. You give me everything, & I give you nothing in return. That’s how it works. The only thing you will ever get to eat in your life,” she patted her upper thighs, “is my shit.” I sat up to kiss her other leg & nodded through every condition she mentioned. “You would not even have the right to drink water, the only thing you’re allowed to drink is my piss.” I licked her big toe. “Your job is to obey my every command, no matter what.” “I’m ready to do everything you tell me to serving you is now the only part of my life miss.” “That’s what I thought,” Jeanette smiled, looking down at me. “But, before you start working for me, there are a few rituals you need to go through. “First, I am going to give you a blessing & then I will mark you as my property. Jeanette stood over me & held her head high, pointing her forefinger down at me. “I now appoint you as my foot slave. Your job is to massage my feet & to accept kicks from me whenever I feel like giving them to you. “Thank you, Jeanette. “Call me Goddess. “Thank you, my Goddess. “Now, bring your head down lower,” she said, pointing at her feet. I lowered my head & tried to kiss her toe, but she raised her other foot up & stomped my head down, making me kiss the ground instead. She held up her hand in a flattened position like an Indian deity. “I bless you with a life of servitude under my feet,” she said. She then stepped her other foot on my head, using both her feet to crush me even harder into the floor. “As my foot slave, you would not get to eat anything. I don’t care if you die.” Even as my head wiggled under her heavy, powerful feet, I managed to mumble a question. “Jeanette, you said I could eat your shit.” “No, only my butt slaves get to eat shit. You have to work hard for me & get promoted, only then will I grant you the pleasure,” she said, stepping off from my head. “Understood,” I said. “No food until I get promoted.” “That’s right.” “Jeanette, can I ask how long it might take me to get the promotion?” I asked. “That depends on how well you serve me,” Jeanette smiled. “With exceptional performance, it might take a couple of years. “No food for two years.” I mumbled. “Thank you, Jeanette! “Now turn around & face upwards. I’m going to brand you as one of my slaves,” Jeanette ordered. I turned around & lay down on the ground as quickly as I could, placing my head at her feet. “Take off your shirt,” she commanded. I took off my t-shirt & joined my hands, looking up to her. Her hand went back behind her head, & before I could react, it had landed a hard slap on my face. “Bastard. You don’t have the right to look at me.” “I’m so sorry!” She stepped both her feet on my stomach & crushed my ribs. “Oh, look at you crying for mommy. This is why you’re such a loser. You’ll never amount to anything in your life,” Jeanette laughed as she continued carving out her name. “Now I’ll know you’re one of my slaves.” She held her head up high. “You are my slave number thirty-one. That’s what I’ll call you until you die for me. Slave31. Jeanette stood next to my head & knocked my head with her toe. “I don’t need you now. You can get lost.” I tried to crawl away from her on my hands & knees. She walked over me & kicked my head again. “My toilet is that way you bloody idiot.” I crawled towards the direction she was pointing & reached the toilet; a completely dark room. She kicked me until I was fully inside. “Stay there until I call you out,” she said, locking the door. Jeanette had me locked up in her toilet for many hours. As I sat in the darkness, staring at the white porcelain commode next to me. I heard Jeanette’s footsteps drawing closer. I sat up next to the door. But in the darkness, I couldn’t discern which way the door opened, or where I should be when she came in. She turned the lights on. I realized that I was on the wrong side, & it was far too late to do anything about it. Wham! She pushed open the door & hit my head as it flung open. Jeanette walked in to see me on the floor, rolling about in pain. “Hah. Serves you right dickless! Your head is supposed to be inside my commode. What the hell do you think you were doing here?” “Get over there now!” she commanded, pointing to the commode. I sat lowered my head into the toilet water. “You’re such a loser, can’t even do that right.” She stamped the back of my neck & crushed my head down into the water. “Think of how lucky you’ve become in your life. This is where I shit.” As she crushed my head down harder, I tried to lap some of the commode water. She laughed. “That’s right. You eat where I shit. She took her leg back, relieving some of the pressure off my neck. “Get in there again, loser!” she ordered. “Yes, yes, Jeanette. I’m sorry.” I piloted my head into her commode again. “What the fuck is this? Do I have to come in here & make you do everything? You’re lazy & disgusting. “No, Jeanette.” I cried. “If you don’t appreciate the job I’ve given you, you don’t deserve to be here at all. Get out of my house!” she commanded. “Now!” “Please, mommy.” I fell to her feet & begged. “Give me just one more chance. I’ll do anything to prove myself to you.” Jeanette kicked me hard. “You know how many people out there are waiting for a chance to be my toilet slave? “Yes, Mistress. “And this is your last warning? I bowed down & placed my head at her feet, giving her toe a little kiss. “Thank you, Goddess.” “I’m going to play a game with you” I crawled behind her as fast as I could. “You know what I’d like to do now? I’m in the mood for kicking your ugly face. I crawled before her & sat up, offering my face. She raised her leg & swung it across, landing a hard kick on my face. As I tried to recover from the blow, she placed her hands on her hips & laughed. “How painful was that piggy? “Very” I rubbed my jaws, ridding them of some of the pain. “But it’s just not enough.” Jeanette said. “Plus, my feet hurt from kicking you so hard.” I kissed her feet. “I’m so sorry, my Goddess. “Tell me exactly what you’re sorry for,” she said. “I’m sorry that kicking my face hurts your feet. “There’s a way for me to feel less pain & for you to feel much more.” Jeanette said. “Guess what I’m talking about? Umm “That’s right. Boots!” Jeanette smiled for the triumph of her own intelligence. “How would you enjoy hard leather boot soles going into that ugly face of yours?” “It would hurt, mommy.” “Aww,” she said, making a sarcastic sad expression on her face. “Look at you, such a pathetic cry baby.” “I’m sorry, Mistress.” “I want to kick your face. & I want to hurt you real bad.” Jeanette said, fondling my chest with her feet. “So, what do you want? “Isn’t there some other way I could entertain you, goddess? “Wrong answer.” Jeanette said. “This is the first lesson you must learn as my slave. You must want what I want. Nothing else. Got it?” “Yes, Jeanette.” “So what do you want?” “I want you to kick my face as hard as possible, Jeanette.” I said. “Good doggie. Now what do I need to give you more pain?” “Your boots, Jeanette.” I crawled over to the closet’s shoe cabinet. There was a large pair of leather boots on the upper shelf. I reached for them with my hands. “No! Pick them up with your mouth & place them at my feet.” Jeanette said. I never even realized that she’d followed me into her closet. “Slaves don’t have the right to touch my footwear.” I caught the upper end of the left boot with my mouth & placed it before Jeanette. “Good,” she said. I quickly fetched the right boot & placed it before her. She slowly stepped her feet into her boots & was about to bend down to zip them close, but stopped herself. “Hey, slave. Zip them close with your mouth.” I swiftly kissed the zip & caught it between my teeth. Then bringing up the boots’ zip. I then did the same for her other boot. “Hmm” she blushed, stepping one foot forward & spreading her hands apart. “How beautiful do I look?” “You look even more regal, Jeanette.” I said. “I know. But go on.” “You’re a gorgeous killing machine sent by God to rule over all men.” I said. “You are mistaken, my slave. For I am God. Most of the time, I create incredibly beautiful things like my very own body.” Jeanette said, with her head high. “But some other times, I make mistakes. I create scum like you.” She pointed her finger at me. “Sub humans who are destined for nothing worthwhile.” Jeanette said. “But I can end your miserable life & clean up my act. “Crush me with those boots until I die, Goddess. “I will do exactly that.” Jeanette said. “Thank you, Goddess. “But before you die, take a good look at me.” Jeanette said. She had her eyes closed, giving me a few seconds to admire the perfection that she was. Her beautiful round face, her big eyes, her straight hair, the black t-shirt that accentuated her large, firm breasts & her tiny little denim skirt. “Tell me how much of a privilege it was, serving as my slave for one day.” “Jeanette, my Goddess. You threw me in your toilet, where my soul belongs. You let me smell your asshole.” “Correct!” she said, pointing to the corner of the room behind me. “Get over there & kneel for me.” I to the corner & knelt on the floor, trying to be as obedient as possible. “As an indication of your enjoyment, you have to kiss the boot that kicked you, as a thank-you for each kick. I surrendered my head to her feet & kissed the her boot. “Forgive me, my Goddess. I was just wondering what would happen if I accept ten kicks properly. “Did you ever notice how I always call you a loser’?” Jeanette asked. “Why do you think I call you that? “Because I’m a loser, Jeanette. I am but an inferior being who deserves nothing more than to be your slave.” I said. “That’s not the only reason.” Jeanette said. “As my slave, loser’ isn’t just an indication of my superiority over you. It’s your job description. “So,” I swallowed, “it’s my job to lose to you? “Exactly. So even if you do accept ten kicks from these boots, I’m just going to continue kicking you as much as I want, you bloody loser?” “Now shut up & kneel down!” I joined my hands together & began to watch her legs fearfully. Her left boot went up & landed hard on my mouth. My head reeled from the impact. “HA-HA. Did you lose a few teeth just now? I shook my head. “No. “In that case, I will kick you much harder. Twenty kicks to go.” Jeanette said as she waited for me to recover. “Don’t worry. It’s your job to lose, & you finally seem to be doing it right. She caught my hand & twisted it, bringing my head down further. Her foot went up & landed square on my ear. She held on to my twisted hand, preventing me from falling off. I caught some air & managed to mumble, I was also supposed to kiss her boot, but she was twisting my hand much too hard to be able to kiss her boot. “Hmm, No, you didn’t kiss my boot,” she laughed as she twisted my hand & kicked my face even harder. I dropped to the floor from the pain, but was still able to squeeze out the words, “Thank you”. She smiled & kicked me hard with her other boot before I had a chance to kiss the one she kicked me with. She kept me trapped in the corner. “I will spend my whole life trying to be worthy of that kick, Mistress. Thank you. “HA-HA. I lost count of how many kicks you’re supposed to receive. I wanted to mumble “Ninety,” but I had completely run out of breath. “I’m just going to say you have three hundred kicks left!” Jeanette laughed. She stepped off my head. “Follow me to my toilet, you’re dirtying that floor.” Despite the agonizing pain, I crawled behind the beautiful Mistress as she led me towards the toilet. She grabbed my neck & placed my head on the edge of her commode, so that I was sinking into the commode, facing up to her. My neck was caught in a precarious position at the rim of her commode. Stepping her boots on my face. Soon, the full weight of her agile body was stomping me into the commode, with both boots on my face. She raised her left boot & brought it down hard. She then landed a hard right boot. “One, two. One, two. Looks like we’re never going to get to three hundred, huh?” she laughed. The boot crushes rained down my face as I bled into her commode & passed out. Mopping time Jeanette pointed to a large bucket placed under her bathroom faucet. “Fill up that bucket with water. You’re going to mop every inch of my house clean,” she said. I crawled over to the faucet & opened it. Jeanette tapped her boots. She had dealt a nasty beating with those boots just a few hours back. Each tap of the boots to the floor filled me with fear. Jeanette strangled my neck & dragged me out of the bathroom. She pulled out a cigarette box & a lighter. “Hey loser, do you smoke at all? “No mommy.” I said. “How would you like to smoke today?” Jeanette asked with a sinister smile. “I’m your slave, Jeanette. I’ll do anything. “That’s right. You see, I’m not a smoker myself. But I like to torture my slaves with second-hand smoke,” she smiled as she handed me the lighter. “Light that up for me. I eagerly started up the lighter & held it up to the cigarette she’d placed in her mouth. Once it was lit, she took a deep inhale. She then caught my neck & blew out all the smoke on my face, overwhelming my respiration with the poisonous smoke. “Breathe my second-hand smoke till you die, bloody loser,” she laughed with sadistic pleasure. “Take off your shirt. You’re going to use it as a rag to clean my house,” she said. She stood over me & placed her boot on my back as I was mopping her floor. She poked harder with her heels into my back. I continued to mop her floor “Should we go to the next room, Jeanette? “No, wait. Let me inspect this room first.” She walked to the middle of the room. “Idiot. Come here now.” I crawled to the spot she was pointing at. She tossed some of the burnt ash from her cigarette to the floor. “Who is going to clean that up? What the fuck do you think you’re doing, loser? Get down there & lick my floor clean.” I lowered my head & licked her cigarette ash off the floor. “What about these flakes?” she asked, shaking off some more ash from her burning cigarette. I tried to lick them, but this time she covered it with her boot. “Lie down, face up,” she said pointing to the spot next to her boot. I lay down. She raised her boot over my head with the cigarette ash stuck to the bottom her shoe. “Do you see all this dust, loser? “Y..yes Jeanette.” I said. “You forgot to clean up this dust, didn’t you? “I’m so sorry. “Apology not accepted. I’m going to make you pay dearly!” Her boot landed hard on my face & she wiggled it left & right, crushing me into the floor. “Lick it up. Lick it properly,” she commanded. I swallowed every bit of dust that I could lick off the bottom of her boot. She then sat down with her knees on my chest & showed me the half burnt cigarette. “You’re going to smoke this for me now. “Please, mommy.” “Not only that,” she said. “You’re going to smoke this one upside down. “ She lowered the lit end of her cigarette into my mouth & smiled. “That’s what I mean. You feel the smoke in your mouth, loser?” I gently nodded in reply. Jeanette bent down & blew the upper end of the cigarette hard. The tobacco fumes erupted from the other end, inside my mouth, filling up my respiratory tracts with her cigarette smoke. The surge of tobacco started to burn my throat. “Hah. That’s more smoke than most chain smokers!” she laughed. “Did you enjoy it, loser?” I shook my head. “In that case, you’re going to chew & swallow it,” she said grabbing my jaw. She tossed the burning cigarette into my mouth & carefully watched me bite into the butt & swallow the nicotine completely. “That’s what happens if you give me the wrong answer. “I’m sorry, mommy.” “You’re such a hopeless cleaner. It’s almost not worth using you at all.” She got off my body. “I’m so sorry, my Goddess. I will learn to be better,” I cried. “Now get up & start cleaning properly.” I crawled to the bucket on the floor. As I started to mop the floor, she sat on my back. “You obviously need more strict supervision. Let me set up an easy system for you to follow.” She caught my head between her boots & crushed them together. “That means you move forward.” She kicked my head with her right boot. “That means you go left.” Then her left boot kicked me. “That means right. Got that, loser? “Yes mommy,” I said. “Now start mopping my floor clean piggy.” She kept on kicking me relentlessly. She made me clean her bedroom & her bathroom. With a few more nasty kicks, she guided me to her toilet. “Now wear that t-shirt again,” she laughed. “Now, you’re going to clean up my toilet. With your tongue,” she stated. She pointed to the commode walls. “Start licking that now.” She watched as I obeyed. She crushed my head with her boot. “Lick properly. Clean every inch of my toilet, the place where I shit. This is all the food you’re ever going to get. Yes, mommy. I will keep licking your toilet clean. “And will you sleep during the night? “Not a wink, mommy.” I said. “I will go on cleaning your toilet with my tongue.” “Good. I’m going to go now. I guess you won’t need the light,” Jeanette said, before she turned off the lights. She locked up the toilet door & walked away laughing.
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