Message-ID: <7554eli$9804032325@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: slave shoelicker Subject: story: Teen Femdom 3 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: <35254F5E.25FA0222@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 7 By Slave shoelicker It was just after six o’clock, and Kim decided to take a bath in the Jacuzzi tub. She headed upstairs to the master bath and called after me, “Come along Slave shoelicker, and be quick about it.” Before I tore myself away from Karen’s shoes, I knew I needed to thank her for allowing me to spend such a long time licking the soles of her lovely new saddle shoes. “Lady Karen, I am most grateful to you that you should be so considerate and grace me with the heavenly task of supplicating myself before your feet. I only hope that someday I may be worthy of such an honor, for I know now that the privilege is only granted by virtue of your infinite kindness.” I placed one adoring kiss to the very tip of her shoe and squirmed away on my belly. “You have done well today, and have come a long way in the past 24 hours. I believe even your Goddess may be somewhat pleased. However, she will expect continued improvement in your performance or you surely will regret the day you were born. For I’m sure you have seen she is capable of extreme cruelty if disappointed in the least.” Karen cautioned. I crawled as fast as I could up the stairs to the master bath. Kim was sitting in the wicker chair reading one of the femdom papers from my stash. I lay before her, my head down at her feet. “These so called mistresses are far to lenient and allow way to much leeway in a so called slave’s behavior. I hope you don’t think you would get away with behaving as the men in these articles do. I can assure you that any transgression on your part will result in punishment so severe you will never forget it. I regret that I let you off so easy in the caning you received yesterday. I can promise you that next time I will show no mercy.” I knew Kim meant every word she said. Perhaps she went easy yesterday because she was so new to her new position in life. Perhaps only because I was so new and had much to learn of what was expected. Either way, I knew full well that she would follow through with her promise and the thought of further punishment at her hands brought shudders of fear to mind. I believe she even noticed me quiver as I lay at her feet. “Run the bath.” Kim ordered. Quickly I was kneeling over the bath and beginning the preparation. Kim handed me the expensive bubble bath that she purchased at the mall today. Once I was satisfied the water was set just right I returned to my goddess’ feet. “You will undress me for my bath, slave.” I rose to my knees to look at my Goddess. She was dressed in the same clothes she had on when she walked through my front door yesterday. A white shirt, a short pleated skirt, white anklets, and patent leather maryjanes. The only addition was the simple ankle bracelet that I picked out for her today. She looked every bit the innocent schoolgirl, if an amazingly stunning one at that. No one could possibly fathom that behind this innocent facade lived a girl capable of extreme wickedness and cruelty. There was a new aura developing around her. Her face portrayed this supreme aire of arrogant confidence that made it irresistible. She held herself as a woman with no peers. I wondered how I had changed since our first meeting, and whether it was as pronounced as the change in Kim. I wish that I could ask Kim for I was sure she was even more attuned to the changes in me than I was in her. Reverently I approached on my belly and placed a kiss to the tip of her shoe. A kiss to the silver buckle and then gently undid the strap. She raised the shoe just enough for me to cup the heel and remove it. The intoxicating fragrance of the leather and her foot sweat hit my nostrils and I had to use all my concentration to keep from getting lost in the nirvana that was overcoming me. The pre-orgasmic feeling had returned to my cock, and I had now come to realize that the cock harness merely intensified this feeling by preventing the release that would relieve it all. Placing the shoe on the floor, once again I kissed the tip, basking in my degradation. The same ritual was performed for the other maryjane and now I gazed upon those perfect feet in their simple white anklets. I boldly moved to kiss the bracelet, careful not to linger to long at my Goddess’ ankle, and removed the bracelet, placing it on the nearby table. Reaching out with both hands I slowly and with great care removed the anklets, revealing the most perfect feet I could ever imagine. “I will grant you the opportunity to clean my feet, but if you take that liberty, tomorrow you will pay for the privilege, and you will be paying for a very long time.” I didn’t know exactly what price I would pay, but I knew that if Kim chose to warn me, then it was a very high price indeed. Kim would not accept delay in my decision and I knew I would pay any price to put my lips to her magnificent feet. Without any movement on my part, Kim knew my decision, as she raised those perfect dancer’s legs to allow me easy access to her feet. For a second I shuddered at the thought of what price I would pay, but as the perfume of her foot hit my brain I was once again lost in my task, relishing my moment as truly the luckiest man on the earth. I took a moment to drink in the fragrance and my mouth began to water. I placed my lips on her toes and gently sucked each one. The taste was indescribable. Infinitely more wonderful than anything I experienced before. The pre-cum oozing from my penis was joined with some cum as I had earth-shattering orgasm after orgasm, forcing minute amounts of jism through in spite of the biting cock harness. The taste of the funky crevices between her toes took me once again to new heights. My task complete, I was totally drained, unable to move. Kim seemed to sense this as she continued to read the articles on femdom. She then stood and turned for me to undo the pleated skirt. She stepped out of it and turned for me to unbutton her shirt. From my position kneeling on the floor, I looked up at her eyes and she down at mine. I saw in her eyes the most perfect creature that ever lived. Some day perhaps she will tell me what she saw in mine. We communicated in that moment, Her eyes told me that there was nothing that she wasn’t capable of asking of me, and my eyes told her that I knew. Would I be capable though, of complying? Kim undid her own bra and panties, turning the panties inside out and placing the crotch over my nose. “I’ve worn these for two days now so enjoy.” I knew that this was as close as I would probably get to her divine shrine. Seeing Kim naked for the first time through the panties’ leg holes, I marveled at just her perfect her body was. While Karen had the model looks, Kim had that of an athlete, although it was by no means over muscular, just perfect. Her ass and legs were so well toned, it was beyond amazing. I wondered what she did to keep in such perfect shape. She entered the tub and began to soak as I relished the sweet aroma of her young womanhood, enraptured once again by this amazing teen vixen. End of part 7---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 8 By Slave shoelicker As Kim soaked in the tub, I knelt in silence and marveled at her magnificent body. Kim began to shave her legs, and stretched her leg straight up in the air. It was so well toned, so limber. Not an ounce of fat or cellulite. And when she extended her foot and pointed her toe like that of a gymnast, her grace and beauty fascinated me. Truly the most glorious legs I had ever seen. Just then the phone rang. Kim answered, “Hello. ... No, I’m sorry, but Don Conway doesn’t live here anymore. ... You have the right number but there is no Don Conway here.” Click. My mind started racing with thoughts of what I had done. It was clear to me now that I was loosing control of my life. I could live with public humiliation before strangers, but I never expected Kim to take my punishment to people that I knew. How far would it go? Perhaps she had no intention of playing it as a game. Kim was washing her silky brown hair when she broke me from my contemplation with new orders. She reached out to undo the harness, brushing my penis ever so slightly. I started to moan as I was about to cum from the fantastic sensations. “If you dare I will whip you 100 times!” I bit my lip and teetered on the brink. “Shower and shave and don’t you dare attempt release.” I crawled out as quickly as I could to remove the sight of my Goddess’ perfect form as she continued washing her hair which exposed her shiny wet breasts, rather small, but as firm as any I’d seen, and perfect in my eyes. I showered and shaved as close as I could. I replaced my collar around my neck and crawled back to the master bedroom. Kim was in the midst of getting dressed. She had on a short white/pink pleated skirt, white shirt, and white anklets with just a touch of pink lace trim that attracted attention to her lovely legs and feet. She sat on the bed and called to me. “Come here.” I crawled up to her feet placing my head to the ground before them paying proper homage, yet stealing a close up view of the breathtaking sight before my eyes. “Stand up.” I stood and Kim reattached the cock/ball harness and leash. Without hesitation I dropped back down to my subservient position before my Goddess. “Get the shoes sitting on the chair.” I retrieved the shoes. They were the new patent pink maryjanes. There was something about the young girl innocence the pink color represented that intensified the degrading acts I was and surely would be performing. The pink made it clear that physical strength had absolutely nothing to do with power and control Kim exercised over me, and that her domination was total and complete. Kissing the tips of the shoes I prepared to begin the wonderful task of placing them on Kim’s perfect feet. She extended her foot in that dancer’s point that accentuated the incredibly toned muscles of her leg and caused my heart to race at the magnificent sight. I bent to kiss the extended tip of her pointed toe and placed the maryjane on her foot. I repeated the process with the other shoe, then worshipfully placed a single passionate kiss to the tip of each maryjane, putting more feeling behind it than any kiss I had given before in my life. Kim had me add the ankle bracelet, which further drew attention to her feet and legs. Kim went to the closet and selected clothing for me. She picked out a custom tailored suit and shirt my late wife had me get for meetings I would run before the CEO of the company I worked for. My wife believed in dressing for success and it certainly worked for me. The tailored shirt and Italian shoes completed the outfit, and Kim had me loop the cock leash through the belt loops stating: “I don’t want to have to hold your leash all night, but heaven help you if you don’t heel as if I were holding it.” Downstairs we met Karen who was a sight to behold. She wore a very short black miniskirt, tight pale yellow top and matching pale yellow thigh highs that were ruffled on top. She had frilly white anklets over the thigh highs and four inch pale yellow heels. The diamond earrings and tennis bracelet completed the outfit which portrayed her as utterly drop dead gorgeous. Her nails were done with red polish to match the ruby color in the bracelet. “My are you quite a handsome man!” exclaimed Karen as I appeared. I was thirty-six years old about six foot 180 lbs. Dark hair with just a touch of gray at the temples. It would have been no surprise as I had been described as quite handsome before, but coming from this unbelievably beautiful woman who had taken part in my degradation over the past day, did take me aback. Kim ever alert for something that might raise my self-esteem cut in. “Greet Lady Karen properly Slave shoelicker.” I slithered over to Karen and began placing kisses to her heels. She evidently was in a hurry to get going as she too quickly ended my task and headed for the car taking her glorious body away leaving me there only to wish for what might have been. We were heading to a club in a posh neighborhood that the girls had sometimes frequented. It would probably contain many young rich kids out for a fun Saturday night. As we arrived I was once again reminded to act as if on a very short leash. We went in and I followed just a step behind my Goddess, heeling properly. Kim went up to the bar and ordered a mineral water with two glasses. Just then a young guy came up and asked: “Hey little girl can I buy you a drink?” Kim shot him a disapproving glance and ignored the comment. The fellow continued the losing battle, “Who is he,” glancing at me, “are you taken?” “He belongs to me and I’m never taken, now get lost and take your game where you might have might have a chance.” Kim shot out as the bartender returned with the drinks. Kim turned to leave and I quickly paid for the drink and hurried off after her. The kid asked me “What’s her deal?” I couldn’t talk and I hurried off after Kim. Kim selected a table near the dance floor. I stood and poured some water into her glass. “Sit down.” she said. Karen had immediately headed for the dance floor where all the guys were fighting to dance with her. “I will allow you to talk freely tonight.” Kim stated as I sat, shocked. She continued, “You really are an attractive man, easily the most handsome here,” as she glanced around. “Last week you could have had your pick of the woman here. You easily can portray yourself as a man who has looks, wealth and power. But do you still consider yourself a man?” I truly did not know as I sat silent. I believe Kim knew my thoughts, as she didn’t press for an answer. “What do you want?” I asked. “I want it all.” she replied. And there was no need for me to press for a further answer, for I knew what she meant. I wanted to ask what she wanted from her ‘relationship’ with me, but wasn’t ‘man’ enough to ask, so we sat and looked out at the dance floor. Karen had taken up with the best guy out there. Boy was she amazing! Perhaps that cheerleading practice had paid off, because she was an incredible dancer. She moved with such a high level of energy and intensity, yet this just amplified her attractiveness and all eyes, male and female, were on her. It was quite possible that everyone there wanted her. “She is something isn’t she?” Kim asked. “Yes,” I found myself saying without even thinking. I myself captivated by Karen as she moved so seductively. “She is in her element right now, her beauty shines as bright as the sun and everyone is helplessly attracted to her,” continuing my thoughts on auto pilot. “That’s quite an astute observation,” noted Kim, and bringing me back to reality. “It should be clear to you that all the questions you want to ask me could be answered by you yourself if you would allow yourself to be honest.” Once again I was amazed at how much she knew about me, and I knew she was right, but my conscious mind was afraid to let me give myself an honest answer. After dancing at a breakneck pace for quite some time, Karen came to the table, glistening with radiance that the perspiration generated. She brought Mr. Rich Kid with her. The guy was about 25, gold Rolex, Ralph Lauren attire, obviously the son of a Silicon Valley CEO who had millions, and sonny boy felt that it made him a big man. Karen ordered water and Kid got a beer. He was doing his best to get at Karen who was playing it nonchalant. Kim and I just sat back to watch. He kept reaching out for Karen, who would slap his hand away. He was clearly captivated by her and assumed she would fall at his feet as so many others had. We kept hearing of his money, his Porsche, his house in the hills, as he continued to “impress” Karen. He kept after her for a kiss, and Karen kept brushing it off. “Just a little kiss, it won’t hurt. All my women kiss me on the first date, or try to,” he machoed on. Finally Karen had had enough. “You want a kiss, kiss my foot.” “Hey baby, I don’t do that, but maybe later I’ll make an exception for you.” As he continued to maneuver for a kiss. “No, you want a kiss, kiss my foot, now!” “Later, I promise.” “Do it now.” as Karen became more forceful. “O.K. lets take it out to my car, darling. Take it easy.” “No, kiss my foot now, right here, or get lost. I’m tired of your little games. If you want to kiss me, do it now!” “All right, just slide your foot under the table.” Karen was tired of this little game and was tiring of the kid. “Get on the floor! Now!” The kid wanted desperately to do it. He was looking at Karen’s legs in those thigh highs with the frilly anklets. Her legs were amazing. I could see the bulge growing as he stared at her feet. He licked his lips. Would his pride prevent him from doing what his dick so desperately wanted to do? He got down on one knee. “On your back!” Karen ordered. He would do it. He would do anything to kiss her feet. As he was about to get on his back, Karen took his beer and spilled it all over the floor, giving him one more chance to let his pride recover and save his reputation. Yet he lay on his back in the beer. Karen got up, drawing what attention that had not already been focused on her. She raised her heel. “Take your shoe off please.” the kid asked meekly. But Karen brought her foot down on his face. She pressed down and twisted it, smashing his lips into his teeth, but the kid didn’t resist. Hoots and cheers sprang up throughout the place. Karen removed her foot and told the kid to get lost. He quickly got up and was about to get out of there ASAP, his face beet red, when Karen said, “Thank me for the kiss.” He stopped and turned, perhaps hoping she didn’t want him to leave, and said, “Thank you Karen.” “GO!” was Karen’s only reply. Hoots and hollers continued, along with shouts of “more, more!” Karen sat down, basking in the attention she was receiving. She suddenly raised her foot up to me, inches from my face where I was sitting. I knew what to do. I closed my eyes, thinking of the incredible sight before me, those magnificent legs, the pale yellow thigh highs, the irresistible frilly anklets, and the four-inch heels. I reverently lapped at the sole of her heel, drinking in the humiliation of being put on display before the crowd. Suddenly, her foot was gone. I opened my eyes and Karen said, “Remove my shoe.” I slowly removed her shoe, kissing it and placing it on the table before me. My senses were invaded by a fantastic odor. Karen had danced with abandon and her foot was wet with sweat. It had soaked through her thigh highs and frilly anklets. I reeled with pleasure, taking deep breaths of her foot before me, as the crowd in turn reeled with laughter as I abased myself before this truly beautiful young teen. Karen took off the frilly anklet and tossed it at me, landing on my head. She held up her other shoe, allowing me one glorious lick of her sole, and commanded me remove it as well. She took off the anklet and again threw it, it landing on my head, hanging down between my eyes, drawing more laughter. She held both her feet over my face and I was overwhelmed by the pungent smell of her soaking wet feet. The incredibly strong smell and the complete degradation before the crowd caused me to shudder with delight and total ecstasy. I moaned as I realized her feet were taken away again, only to be greeted with the command to “lick.” With every ounce of devotion I had, I made love to her feet, oblivious to the crowd that was out of control. A taste as strong and utterly delightful brought me to new heights of pleasure. I would be at Karen’s feet for all eternity, as time completely disappeared in the state of nirvana that the sensations achieved. Once again her feet were taken away, resulting in a look of sheer disappointment on my face, raising the cat calls from the crowd. “Leash!” Karen commanded. I undid the leash around my belt loops and handed it to her. A sharp tug of the leash and I was before her on my knees. “Put my shoes on.” she said. I took her heels, kissing them with all the feeling my heart could summon. I kissed the tip of her beautiful foot and placed the heels on her feet. Another tug on the cock leash, and I fell into her heel. She placed the tip between my lips, and began to fuck my mouth. I sucked those four-inch heels for all I was worth, to Karen and the crowd’s delight. After I had dutifully felated both heels, Karen pulled out and left me mouth agape, waiting and hoping to be invaded again. She leaned forward, took an anklet from my head, twirled it around over her head for proper effect, and shoved it into my open mouth, expanding my right cheek. Grabbing the other anklet, she repeated the process and shoved it into my left cheek, making me look all the more ridiculous if possible. Yanking me by the leash we proceeded to the middle of the dance floor. The crowd circled round and Karen began dancing like never before. The power that she emanated was incredible. The guys in the circle all got on their knees, and even many of the girls. They each were hoping she would take them down next. Every so often she would put her foot down and I would have to scamper over and kiss it before it moved or receive a viscous tug on the cock leash. As Karen tired of the game she headed for the door dragging me behind on me hands and knees as she received a standing ovation. 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