Message-ID: <7553eli$9804032323@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: slave shoelicker Subject: story: Teen Femdom 2 fdom footfetish humil. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,Alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.fetish.feet Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35254F10.83103B59@best.com> Warning!! Do not read if under twenty-one, or easily offended by adult sexual material. This material is only intended for adults. All minors should read no further!! Teen Femdom Part 4 By Slave shoelicker “O.K. that’s about enough for one night, grab that package over there and bring it up to the bedroom.” Kim ordered. I crawled over and dragged the package up the stairs to the bedroom. I was not quite prepared for what awaited me when I got there. Karen was standing there brushing her long blond hair in nothing but flimsy hot pink panties and one of my tee shirts that she had cut to barely cover her breasts. Kim was in white cotton panties, and had only a sports bra on top. After gawking for a minute or so, Kim ordered me to bring her the package as she sat on the bed. She took out handcuffs and anklecuffs and she quickly affixed them on me. Next, she took a chain with clasps at both ends. She attached one end to the ring on my studded collar, and the other to the ring on the cock harness. The chain was extremely short and I had to hunch over as far as I could for Kim to attach it to my harness. Then she attached the handcuffs to the anklecuffs. I was now contorted into a position where I was sitting on my heels with my head pulled down into my thighs. There was almost no room for movement unless I was willing to risk castration. Karen was once again filming my humiliation to capture it for future display. Meanwhile, she took the tape that had recorded my drinking scene downstairs and set it up to play on the bedroom TV. Kim kicked me over on my side and told me to enjoy the show. They rewound the tape to the spot where they went upstairs and left me there with orders to drink. Kim and Karen got into my(?) bed and started the tape. They burst out with laughter as they watched me humiliate myself on my own with neither one there. Karen could not believe the look of total ecstasy on my face as I savored the gooey phlegmy slime before swallowing. It appeared that Kim had made a friendly bet with Karen that I would humiliate myself no less so if they were not there, and the proof was on the camera. “You are right Kim, he really is your total slave. I can’t believe you were able to do this in less then a day.” It was hard for me to believe as well, but there was no doubt that Karen was right, I was Kim’s total slave. They shut off the tape, and turned out the lights, and I thought they were going to bed, until I heard the sounds of some hot and heavy action taking place up above. They were obviously treating themselves to numerous orgasms while I was left with a rock hard cock for which there would be no relief tonight. So I drifted off to a painful and fitful sleep given the bound position I was in. Saturday morning arrived and I had hopes of being released from my bonds. The girls awoke around 8:30 and started mulling around. They took showers and dressed in yesterday’s clothes. Kim released me and told me to take a shower and be quick about it. As quickly as I could, I showered, shaved and dressed. Then I crawled down the stairs to greet the teens. “What are you doing with clothes on?” Kim asked angrily, “You are not to have clothes on in this house unless told to.” Needless to say I was stripping as fast as I could. On my knees I crawled over and rested my head on the floor in front of Kim’s feet. “You may beg my forgiveness.” With every ounce of sincerity I could muster I pleaded for forgiveness from Kim, promising that I was doing my best to comply with her every wish and command, and that I would try as though my life depended on it to please her in ways that she couldn’t yet imagine. I would struggle to perform for her exactly as she wanted without her even having to ask. “I will overlook this transgression just this once only because I am in a hurry and I don’t want to work up a sweat beating your ass. However rest assured that should I feel like punishing you later you have merely been granted a short reprieve. Now show me gratitude for the mercy I have bestowed on you.” Once again I prostrated myself before this amazing girl and kissed her shoes as if there was no tomorrow, which there might not be if she was not completely satisfied with my performance. She tilted her shoe slightly and I was able to struggle to lick her soles, abasing myself once again as Karen recorded the moment. Without my cock harness on, the degradation I was feeling while licking her sole sent me over the edge as I came on the kitchen floor. “Enough,” Kim stated, as she kicked me away. Observing the mess I made, she smiled and spit right in the middle of it. “On your back!” I rolled on my back and she proceeded to step in the goo and then on my face. I hungrily lapped at her shoe until she was satisfied the slop was all gone. The collar and cock harness were then attached along with the cock leash. I was then allowed to put my clothes back on. I had to leave my fly open an inch or so to allow the leash to pass through. “Now Karen and I both celebrated our 18th birthday last week and it’s time for you to take us out and get us a present. So get your money and credit cards together. Let’s go, I’m hungry and we are going to stop at the diner for breakfast first” I was back in a flash, and crawled out to the Infiniti in the garage where the girls were waiting. On the way to the diner, Kim tugged on the leash and rested her feet in my lap. From the back seat Karen rubbed her saddle shoes all over my head. I was in heaven once again but the cock and ball harness was preventing any relief from the torment. We stopped at a red light and a car pulled up beside us. As the couple looked over at us, Kim raised her foot and said, “Lick it” while tugging on the cock leash. I knew better then to delay and began licking Kim’s sole right in front of this couple. Karen was laughing hysterically from the back at the situation. “I can’t imagine what you will have him doing after a week.” Karen said as we continued to the diner. Once there, Kim led me from the car by the leash, thankfully I was allowed to walk instead of crawl. We were showed a table and all was well as Kim ordered for me and we awaited the food. She ordered me oatmeal and when it came, declared it to hot. She pulled the bowl over to her side and Karen and Kim took turns spitting in it much to the disbelief of the people at the table across from us. “Would you like it mixed in?” she asked. “No thank-you Goddess Kim.” I replied. She gave me the bowl back and I carefully scraped the spittle off the top and once again relished it like it was a feast for a king. The other table was now a mix between disgust and laughter. I was about to take a drink when I felt a tug that told me to stop. Kim took my glass along with hers, and headed to the bathroom with Karen. They returned shortly and placed the two glasses in front of me. “Since I thought you might be thirsty I brought you two.” “Thank you Goddess Kim.” I reached out for one of the glasses containing what I knew to be her golden nectar. “I can never thank you enough for the privilege you now bestow on me Goddess Kim.” I closed my eyes and slowly drank her waste product as if it were a rare wine. The other table was just about over the edge when Kim took a spoonful of the slop, crossed her legs so one was hanging slightly out in the aisle, and plopped the slop right on the patent leather of her maryjane. Without hesitation, I got out from me seat and sank to my knees before my goddess, begging for permission to clean her shoe. After several humbling efforts to convince her, Kim granted me permission to clean her shoe. Slowly, and reverently, I lapped up the slop from the lovely maryjane. I then returned to the table and washed it down with the other glass of her precious fluid. Finished, Kim now led me by the leash out of the diner. End of part 4---to be continued---post comments By Slave shoelicker Warning!! Do not read if under twenty-one, or easily offended by adult sexual material. This material is only intended for adults. All minors should read no further!! Teen Femdom Part 5 By Slave shoelicker We left the diner and headed off to the Stanford shopping mall. Kim was quiet on the drive, perhaps reflecting on the public events that had just taken place. It seemed as if she were born for the role of dominatrix. She had taken to it almost immediately and now seemed to actually relish her new position. She was looking for more and more ways to demonstrate her control and power over me. I, on the other hand, could not believe how strong my desire to submit to her had become. I had never experienced anything approaching the level of sexual arousal I derived from my submission. Maybe it was the fact that her domination was no game. In any case, we were discovering that we were perfect for the roles we were taking. In fact, they weren’t roles. It was as if we found are calling in life. I had always fantasized about submission, but I never thought I would actually enjoy the real life experience. Now I was discovering the real thing was pleasure beyond anything my wildest fantasies had ever produced. I wondered how far this would all take me, and where it would end. Was Kim having some of these same thoughts? We arrived at the posh shopping mall and I walked behind the girls as Kim held my leash. The thin rawhide was not that noticeable but occasionally someone would notice and snicker at my predicament. The shame I felt when they discovered my plight stirred my cock to total arousal. Damn the cock harness biting into the base of my cock. This ever present arousal however, caused a constant stream of pre-cum to leak out making the choice of my light tan pants a poor one. The stain would only draw attention to the leash. I was helpless however, in controlling my arousal. As we strolled along, Kim was discussing that she needed to come up with a name for me. Mr. Conway simply would not do. She felt that perhaps Slave shoelicker would be appropriate, and so I became Mr. Slave shoelicker. The girls enjoyed their fun, talking about me as if I wasn’t there, but now it was time to shop. In honor of my new name, we first stopped in a shoe store. Kim picked out several different styles of maryjanes, both patent and mat finish in black, white, and even a pink pair she found in her size. She also picked out a pair of leather keds for comfort around the house. Karen, on the other hand, picked out several varieties of the saddle shoes she enjoyed, in black/white, red/white, pink/white, green/white and yellow/white. Karen also went for some spiked heels, and strappy sandals. As the girls were trying on the shoes, Kim would occasionally ask, “Would you enjoy licking the dirt off these shoes Slave shoelicker?” This of course was said right in front of the sales woman for proper effect. I would always respond “Yes Goddess Kim.” At least the sales woman was discrete and would just smile and shake her head. When she found out that we would be buying all twenty or so pairs that the girls tried on, she was a little more impressed. The next stop was a Victoria Secret type store. Kim’s tastes were rather simple. Only cotton panties and socks. She did however pick up several pairs of anklets in a variety of colors. Karen once again went with a more sophisticated style. Frilly anklets, thigh highs, silks, nylon, and night clothes. Karen had model looks, and could wear anything or nothing at all and rate a top ten in anyone’s opinion. The sales woman remarked several times that she knew an agent who would be interested in meeting her if she was interested in modeling. The sales woman also noticed the leash that Kim was holding and asked if I was her dog. “Oh no, he doesn’t rate that high, he is Slave shoelicker.” Noticing the growing pre-cum stain the woman remarked “Is he under control?” Kim crossed her legs and gently started swinging her foot. I felt a tight tug on the leash and fell to my knees in front of my Goddess. I lowered my head to the floor below her swinging foot. “Do you have anything to say slave?” Kim asked. “Please allow me the privilege of abasing myself at your feet, Goddess Kim. I would consider it the greatest honor if you would allow me to lick the dirt from your shoe. There is no more joyful act that I could hope to perform in my worthless life then to perform this honor for you.” Kim tugged on the leash and I contorted myself to get at the sole of her shoe that was barely six inches off the ground. Once again I was lost in the ecstasy that this humiliating act brought about. The experience was orgasmic even though my cock and ball harness prevented me from cumming. I don’t know how long this scene went on, but a tug on the leash brought me out of my trance and it was time to leave. Karen spent over 1000 dollars on her own here. As we continued to stroll around the mall the girls were talking amongst themselves about how far they could go before my credit limit ran out. Karen wanted to ask, but Kim was unconcerned. We stopped in several other stores and spent several thousand more when Kim decided it was time to leave. Karen wanted to continue, as it appeared she could shop all day and night. It was agreed they would stop in one more store before we left. Karen picked a jewelry store. After browsing around for a while Kim came up with an idea. “Slave shoelicker, since we are here in honor of our 18th birthdays, you will decide what to buy us here.” Karen was immediately disappointed. She felt she would be cheated out of a real coupe. I decided to start with Karen. I knew her tastes were sophisticated and expensive. When I picked out the diamond stud earrings for three thousand dollars, her eyes lit up and she gasped. While she and Kim were admiring the earrings I picked out a ruby, emerald and diamond tennis bracelet that went for twenty-five thousand. Karen was flabbergasted as she hugged Kim. She was immediately talking about eveningwear she needed to get so she could wear the bracelet. She even hinted that I might be entitled to a reward for my choice, but Kim cut her off on that topic. Now I must decide for Kim. This would be a little more difficult. I didn’t want to disappoint her, yet she did not have expensive tastes. After looking around for a while I selected a simple gold ankle bracelet. With my heart pounding with apprehension I held out the bracelet for Kim to see. A slight smile crossed her lips, and she moved her foot forward and pointed her toe in a dancer’s pose. I sank to my knees and kissed her shoe, my face almost to the ground. I kissed her foot several times as I was in no hurry. Perhaps because she was pleased she allowed me to continue placing loving kisses on her shoe. Not wanting to carry on beyond the honor Kim bestowed, I moved back slightly, still bent over practically lying on the floor at her feet, and put the bracelet on. I boldly took the liberty and kissed her ankle, the highest point that I had ever achieved. I backed away and lowered my forehead to the ground at her feet. She left me there while she and Karen admired the bracelet, then tugged the leash and it was time to leave. On the way home we stopped at an exercise equipment store. I had a stairmaster at home, but Kim decided we needed two so they could both exercise at the same time. Once at home the girls decided to head back to their houses to get some necessary things for the rest of the weekend. Before leaving, Kim attached the handcuffs and anklecuffs, and attached my collar to my cock harness with the short link chain causing me to ball up on the floor. She then took her socks off and stuffed them in my mouth. She placed her maryjane over my nose and tied it in place. This was sure to keep me in total aroused frustration until they returned. “Don’t get into any trouble while we’re gone Slave shoelicker.” Karen joked as they left. End of part 5---to be continued---post comments By Slave shoelicker Warning!! Do not read if under twenty-one, or easily offended by adult sexual material. This material is only intended for adults. All minors should read no further!! Teen Femdom Part 6 By Slave shoelicker Once again I was bound helpless, unable to move. There was no telling when the girls would return. This time provided a great opportunity to contemplate things, for lack of anything else to occupy the time. I tried to think about where I was in my life, where I had been, and where my life was going. Just a short time ago I was married, with a kid on the way. A lousy package delivery truck driver killed my pregnant wife on a business trip. I had come to terms with the loss, and the settlement netted me 6.5 million. I was a savvy investor and had turned that into 9 million with the bull markets run. I had a great job at a Silicon Valley firm that paid well. I had everything I needed except a woman companion, but I couldn’t quite see any woman taking my wife’s place. I don’t think I could start over in an equal relationship. I had always had submissive desires but no real ambition to pursue them while I was happily married. Perhaps because I could never replace my wife, these submissive tendencies grew over the last year. Still, I would never have pursued them outside of a fantasy life until yesterday. Which leads me to my current situation. There was no doubt that Kim had struck a nerve in me. I had never experienced sexual pleasure anywhere remotely close to the heights that I reached in the last day with Kim. The level of intensity was way beyond anything I could imagine a day ago. Yet I don’t think it was who Kim was, but what she was that had struck the nerve. Yes she was beautiful, but I had plenty of opportunities with beautiful women in the last year and none of that interested me. There certainly were more beautiful women aplenty yet I knew no one would ever take me where Kim had. Which leads me to where my life is going. I wondered exactly how much control I actually had over my life now. I felt that I really had the ultimate control over my life, and I would be able to put it back to where it was just as soon as Kim was satisfied I had paid my penance. But was I kidding myself? Had I lost control over the destiny of my life? Here I was, bound, a pair of dirty socks stuffed in my mouth, and a shoe attached to my face. The fragrance of Kim’s feet constantly on my mind. The result of which was the most incredible hard on I could imagine. Would anybody who had any hope of gaining control of their life allow himself or herself to be in this position. In fact, I had a continuous hard on since I agreed to be Kim’s slave. Was I loosing control of my life to my dick? The girls returned with their stuff and some Chinese food. It was late afternoon and I hadn’t eaten lunch. They decided to eat in the kitchen and Kim came into the living room to unhook the chain connecting my collar to my cock harness. “Come to dinner,” she said. But she left my handcuffs attached to my anklecuffs. This made it very difficult to move, so I wormed my way to the kitchen. Karen laughed as I came around the corner with the shoe attached to the middle of my face. “Are we hungry Mr. Shoelicker? Today you are also shoe sniffer. Oh looks like the cats got your tongue, or is it the socks?” Karen mused. Kim got up and removed the shoe and socks. I bent down and commenced passionately kissing the maryjane that was now beside me. “It’s as if that’s the most precious object in the world,” Karen giggled. Kim put the bowl down on the floor with a mixture of rice with chicken and broccoli. “Would you care for something to drink?” “Yes, Goddess Kim” Kim raised her pleated skirt and lowered her white cotton panties. She squatted over the bowl and let out a stream of pee. Evidently she hadn’t gone to the bathroom for quite some because it was pungent and she went on so long she filled the bowl and it spilled onto the floor. She sat back down and remarked “I appear to have soiled some on my shoes.” With my cuffed hands attached to my cuffed feet, I slithered along on my belly till I reached Kim’s shoes. Her legs were stretched out and crossed at the ankles, giving me a good angle from my position flat on my belly with legs bent back at the knees to meet my hands. “Goddess Kim, may I please be granted the honor of cleaning your shoes.” “Yes you may, but be quick about it.” I lapped at her shoes as quickly as I could, careful though to ensure that nothing was missed. I wanted those shoes to shine as bright as they were when Kim wore them out of the store this morning. It was apparent that my bonds would not be released for me to eat, so I wormed my way back to the bowl licking and slurping up every drop of Kim’s golden wine along the way. The pleasure was once again unreal. To be on my belly, on the floor, in front of my Goddess, lapping up her bodily waste, was pleasure beyond description even with the cock harness attached, I felt as though I were experiencing multiple orgasms. I felt just the way one feels the split moment before ejaculation, only the feeling continued on and on because the harness prevented release. I moved to the bowl, slowly drinking my way down to the food, lost in my ecstasy. I was brought back to reality by Kim who was undoing my bonds. I was to be given a reprieve to allow me to clean up after dinner. The girls went to relax in the living room. Just then the doorbell rang. It was around five o’clock and I wondered who it might be. Kim got the door and apparently was letting someone in. It was the fella delivering the stairmaster. She was telling him to take it to the den that would take him right by the kitchen. I was in a panic. I could slip out into the garage, but what would Kim think? I was under orders to clean the kitchen and I must follow them completely and without hesitation or risk the crop, or worse. Here I was, naked except for the slave collar, the cock & ball harness and the leash. My dick was sticking straight up leaking pre-cum, and my balls were separated and protruding in an unnatural way due to the harness. I looked ridiculous. There he was, he stopped dead in his tracks. “Who is that?” directed at Kim which was lucky since I am forbidden to talk. “That is Slave shoelicker.” Kim replied. “Ha ha ha. Does he lick shoes?” “Among other things” Kim said matter of factly. “Can I see him do it?” “He hasn’t earned the privilege to lick my shoes at this time but, Karen, do you think Slave shoelicker is deserving enough to lick your shoes?” Kim asked. “Well, if he begs me and grovels in just the right way, I may let him.” Karen said. My heart racing yet again, I got down on my belly and slithered into the living room. Karen was on the couch wearing a clingy pink top that exposed her perfect stomach, tight hot pink shorts, and frilly pink anklets to match the pink/white saddle shoes. Her long blond hair was back in a ponytail held in place by a pink velvet scrunchie. To put it mildly, she looked like the most desirable woman alive today. Prostrate before her, I begged her to allow me the great honor of licking her shoes. The delivery guy was hysterical as I abased myself to a new low. After a few minutes of pleading for the privilege, Karen relented and said I could clean the soles. Closing my eyes to drink in all the fantastic stimulation this degrading act sent through my sensory system, I humbled myself before this beautiful woman. I licked as though her sole was the sweetest ice cream in the world. Savoring the pleasure shockwaves that came with each lick. Although this might have been viewed as even more hilarious then the begging scene, the man was no longer laughing. Kim directed him to complete his delivery and leave as I continued licking Karen’s shoes. Kim shut the door behind the deliveryman who didn’t utter a word on the way out, and returned to the living room. “Well it looks like you have become the envy of the delivery force Slave shoelicker.” “Did you see the hard on he got when Slave shoelicker started making love to my shoes?” Karen asked. “No doubt he would have traded places without a moments hesitation” Kim remarked. The girls relaxed in the living room while I continued, lost in my own world of ecstasy groveling before this truly beautiful woman. Kim congratulated Karen for the way in which she controlled me in front of the deliveryman. It was her first real attempt at exercising her control over me, and she was going to be a fast learner. 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