Message-ID: <7555eli$9804032326@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: slave shoelicker Subject: story: Teen Femdom 1 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: <35254EB6.CAFA3C0B@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!! The author claims a copyright. Teen Femdom Part 1 By Slave shoelicker slvshlkr@best.com My wife passed away about a year and a half ago and my sex life had deteriorated to sporadic episodes of masturbation. Most of the time I utilized the ever-growing collection of magazines and material that I would download from the Internet. Occasionally I would be treated to a show by my next door neighbor’s kid. Kim was a senior in high school and a real knockout. Her mother was Japanese and had passed on a captivating look to her daughter. On this particular Friday, Kim had gotten home from school and was sunning herself in the backyard. I got out the binoculars and had a perfect bird’s eye view from my bedroom window. She was wearing a white shirt with a short pleated skirt. She had on those white anklet socks and patent leather maryjanes that drove me wild. She stretched out in a lounge chair and I could see all of her legs, almost up to her underwear. She undid the maryjanes and I focused in on those legs and feet in the white anklets. After about thirty seconds I came in one of the best orgasms I’ve had in quite a while. As I took the binoculars away, I thought I saw Kim looking my way, but she may have been just looking around because she quickly went back to reading her magazine as if nothing had happened. The portable phone she had with her rang and she disappeared into the house. A short time latter, while I was down in the kitchen, I noticed Kim driving off in her car. Out of curiosity I went back upstairs and sure enough, she had left those maryjanes out in the back by the lounge chair. The fence separating our yards was only 5 feet high and the area was pretty secluded. Besides, I knew both her parents worked and wouldn’t be home for hours. I was over the fence in seconds and found myself kneeling by the lounge chair. I picked up one of the shoes and brought it up to my nose. I inhaled the fragrance of Kim’s feet and the leather. Even though I had just jerked off less then an hour ago, I was rock hard again. I undid my pants to get at my dick and started whacking off. I started licking the leather of the shoe and imagining that Kim was still wearing them. As I began to lick the grit off the sole of the shoe I came again in another shuddering orgasm. After regaining my composure, I started to redo my pants when I noticed Kim on the other side of the sliding glass door. She had a camera and was clicking away taking my picture. Before I could move she closed the curtain and disappeared. I quickly got up and high tailed it back to my place. I didn’t know exactly what to do now. What would Kim do? Would she tell her parents? Or worse, the police? There didn’t seam to be anything I could do except wait and see. A couple of hours passed and then the doorbell rang. My heart raced. I went to the door and peeked through the peephole. It was Kim on the other side and she was alone. She rang the bell again and I thought perhaps I should talk to her to see if she had told anyone, and if not, maybe I could persuade her not to. I opened the door and she walked right in stating she had something to show me. She plopped the pictures down on the coffee table in the living room. There was dead silence. I didn’t need to look, I knew what they were. “I’ve got the negatives tucked away,” she stated. There she was in the same outfit as before, even the maryjanes. I was numb, frozen. Just then, she kneed me in the groin and pulled me down on top of her. She started yelling “get off, get off!” I was confused and in pain. She was the one who created the situation. I was struggling to get up, however she really got me good with her knee and the pain was somewhat paralyzing. I finally rolled off, and Kim was talking to someone. I hadn’t closed the front door and there was Kim’s girlfriend Karen, camera in hand. Karen was gone as I struggled to my feet. What was going on here? I fell over on the couch still in a good deal of pain. Kim sat in the chair opposite me with a smirk on her face. She crossed her legs, which caused her skirt to ride up high, and started swinging her leg. “What should we do now Mr. Conway? Do you have any suggestions? Rape is a very serious crime in this state.” I started to stammer something unintelligible but my mind was swimming, I couldn’t think clearly. Just then the doorbell rang again and Kim got up to get it. It was Karen, obviously she had put the camera away for safekeeping. Karen was another knockout. Instead of the exotic look that Kim portrayed, Karen was a blond haired blue eyed beauty who was captain of the cheerleading squad. She was dressed in a close fitting turtleneck that accentuated her perfect breasts, tight jeans to show off her incredibly shaped butt, and saddle shoes. Even though I had come twice in the last four hours, my dick was stirring again at the sight of these two young beauties despite the pain caused by the knee Kim had thrust into it. “Come in and make yourself comfortable, Karen,” Kim said. “We were just about to discuss what to do about this sudden turn of events. How about it Mr. Conway, are you willing to discuss this matter or would you like us to leave and take it up with someone else, the police perhaps?” “No don’t do that! I’m sure we can discuss this and resolve it without bringing anyone else into the picture. Things have gotten a little out of hand. After all nothing really happened except perhaps I trespassed on your property.” “Well that’s not what the evidence suggests. I can see this might not be that easy,” Kim said. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable in the present situation, after all it’s quite apparent that you are a sex maniac. I think we need to change the circumstances here if we are to continue to try and resolve this.” “Just what do you have in mind Kim, I see no reason why we can’t continue,” I said. There was no way I could let her leave and take this to someone else. “Well I need to feel Karen and I are safe before we continue. Do you have any rope?” she said. I didn’t like the way this was going—“ah yes, perhaps there is some in the garage, but...” “Go and get it, we will wait here.” “But...” “GO AND GET IT, OR WE ARE LEAVING TO TAKE THIS UP WITH SOME PEOPLE WHO WOULD FIND THIS INTERESTING,” Kim ordered. I quickly got up and did as she said. I returned with the rope and Kim had me get on my knees and place my hands behind my back. I was becoming real adept at complying with her orders. After she tied my hands and feet together she said we could continue the “conversation.” “All right Mr. Conway, you’ve done a terrible thing and you must suffer the consequences.” It was apparent that there was no need for me to join in this discussion as Kim was going to dictate the terms of my “punishment.” She again took up her seat and began swinging her leg. I was staring at her foot as it moved back and forth. My penis had grown to full length and it was extremely uncomfortable, as there was nothing I could do to relieve the discomfort caused by the awkward position. Somehow I think she knew, as she continued. “Since you are in no position to argue,” she continued, “you will agree to whatever I say the punishment should be to fit your crime.” “Well?” Kim asked. I had gotten caught up staring at her foot. The maryjane and the white anklet were driving me way beyond distraction and I didn’t know she had expected a response from me. Before I could respond, she continued “Okay perhaps you need some time to ponder what would be worse. But understand me, I will take this to the police if necessary and I do believe you will be a very old man before you see the free world again. Come on Karen, lets make ourselves at home while Conway dear thinks this over.” I couldn’t see what they were doing, but I decided to let things progress at Kim’s pace and wait for her to return. She was probably in the kitchen getting something to drink. About fifteen minutes later they returned. Kim had a bunch of papers in her hand. She had gone upstairs and my heart began to pound again. It looks like she found my stash of femdom stories that I kept in my nitestand drawer. She took up her seat in front of me as I continued to be forced to kneel in this awkward position. She said nothing and I said nothing. Again her foot mesmerized me as it commenced swinging. “It appears that I will have to reevaluate the situation” she declared, “come along Karen, let’s think this over while we get something for dinner.” “Hey what about the ropes?” I asked, as it was clear they were leaving. “Oh, they will still be here when we get back,” as they both laughed their way out the door. I slithered along as best I could to see what it was she was reading. It was one of my favorite stories that I had picked up. About a guy who remarries a woman with an eighteen-year-old daughter. The daughter eventually converts the guy into her complete slave. She rules him totally. She is extremely sadistic and demanding and he is so captivated by her that he can refuse her nothing and there is nothing that he wouldn’t do if she commands it. He eventually gets divorced to become the complete slave to the daughter. He becomes so enslaved that he ceases to have a life outside of his slavery to this wicked young femdom. Just what Kim was going to make of all this I didn’t know. Jeez, why the hell did I have to climb that fence? What had I gotten myself into? End of part one---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 2 By Slave shoelicker About two hours had past and it must have been near 9:30 in the evening. I was beginning to wonder if Kim and Karen were coming back. Perhaps they had enough fun and games and were going to leave things as they were. Now all I would have to do is get out of these ropes and hope the whole affair would fade away. Just as I was getting my hopes up they returned with several packages. They completely ignored me as they made themselves at home. It was clear they were concocting something. They each called their parents and said they would be spending the weekend over the others house. Apparently this was fairly routine, as they had no trouble arranging to spend the night doing whatever they had in mind. Kim returned to her chair sipping a diet soda and began swinging her foot once again. My eyes were once again drawn to it. “My my, just what are we going to do with you Donny boy?” She picked up the stories that were on the coffee table and started sifting through them. “Just what role do you see yourself playing in these stories?” Kim asked as Karen laughed. “There seems to be only one role for you in each one,” as she continued to flip through the stories. My heart was pounding again and I was just too dumbfounded to respond to her. Just then her foot stopped moving. I noticed instantly of course, as I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off it. “I tell you what we are going to do,” she started to say, “your punishment for your vile acts will be this, and if you don’t agree to comply fully and wholeheartedly in every way, we will leave right now and let the chips fall where they may when the authorities find out about the attempted rape. You will become my slave, my complete slave. You will do whatever I say, whenever I say it. You will not even think about disobeying any order I give you. I will expect you to comply with my orders immediately and without hesitation. If you agree to do this for however long I decide the arrangement will last, when I decide I am through with you I will give you the negatives and set you free. You must now decide. If you agree to all of the terms I have set out, slither along on your belly and lick the sole of my shoe.” I couldn’t decide if I had died and gone to heaven or hell, as this was one of my ultimate fantasies. I just never imagined it would happen in real life, and I’m not sure that I ever really wanted it to be more than a fantasy. Regardless, I had absolutely no bargaining power and had to comply since life behind bars was unimaginable. I slithered as best I could as I could hear Karen laughing in the background. My dick nearly exploded as I reached her shoe and contorted myself into a position to lick the sole, which she was not about to move and make easy for me. I licked for about two minutes when Kim got up and walked away. I noticed that Karen had been filming the whole affair on video. “Now I’m going to remove the ropes but I want you to remain on your knees. You are never to move or speak unless I direct you to. Any infraction of the rules will result in severe punishment. You will refer to me as Goddess Kim and Karen will be referred to as Lady Karen.” She undid the ropes and left me kneeling there. Suddenly I realized that I hadn’t had anything to eat or drink for quite some time but I had no means to communicate this to Goddess Kim under the rules that I had to obey. Kim went into one of the bags that she came in with and pulled out what was clearly a contraption to put on my cock. “Strip, but remain on your knees.” I hesitated for just a split second and Kim went back into the bag and pulled out a riding crop. “Bend over the coffee table and stick your ass in the air, and you better be quick about it or your punishment will be more severe.” I had gotten my pants down to my ankles as she was getting the crop, so I was bare assed. Also, Karen, who was filming the whole thing was laughing at the fact that I was apparently enjoying all this since my dick had gone to full mast. I had fantasized many times about getting caned by a femdom but I wasn’t sure how it would be in a real situation. I could only hope it would be as good as my experience licking Kim’s shoe, which was beyond the pleasure of anything I had dreamed of. “You will count out loud and thank me between each stroke.” Whap!!! The pain was immense. It was obvious that Kim was going to hold nothing back. I sucked in my breath from the sting of the blow. Suddenly two more blows in quick succession. “I told you to count and thank me between each stroke” “Three,” I yelled, “thank-you Goddess Kim, may I have another.” “We will start over from the beginning and see if you can get it right this time. I sure hope you are not learning disabled for your sake.” Whap!!! “One! Thank-you Goddess Kim, may I have another.” Whap!!! “Two! Thank-you Goddess Kim, may I have another.” Whap!!! “Three! Thank-you Goddess Kim, may I have another.” Kim kept the strokes coming with what felt like all her strength. The pain was unreal yet I was aroused beyond belief. “Kim, don’t you think you should take it easy?” Karen asked from behind the camcorder. “Karen you are not to advise me in the treatment of my slave. If you can’t stomach it, you are free to leave. Well slaveboy would you like me to go a little easier on you?” “Whatever would make you happy Goddess Kim.” “Well maybe you are not as slow a learner as I thought.” Whap!!! “Four! Thank-you Goddess Kim, may I have another.” “Oh no, after that interruption we start all over from one now.” Whap!!! “One! Thank-you Goddess Kim, may I have another.” This continued up to ten strokes. I was sure to be bruised for a month, and sitting was going to be very difficult. I slid off the table on to the floor, totally spent. “Look at that,” Karen exclaimed, “he gooed all over the table!” “What do you have to say for yourself” The beating had really taken its toll on me and I was extremely thirsty. “Please Goddess Kim, may I have some water, I haven’t had anything to drink for several hours.” “You want a drink?” she flashed the crop at me, “Drink up that mess you made on the table. Be sure to capture this for posterity Karen,” who had stopped filming momentarily. Knowing full well that any hesitation would not go over well, I quickly and greedily lapped up the mess. It was the first time I had eaten cum and while the taste was unappealing, the fact that Kim had ordered me to eat it made it extremely appealing. “There now, are we still thirsty?” “Yes Goddess Kim.” “Tilt your head back.” Kim made a snorting sound like she was sucking the snot from her nasal passages into her throat. She then glanced at Karen to ensure she was filming the whole thing. She got about three inches above my face, her hair gently brushing the side of my cheeks. I knew to open my mouth and she slowly let one of the biggest goobers that I have seen ooze its way onto my tongue. I closed my eyes and savored it like a fine wine. “Now slave I want you to show me you appreciation for the kindness I have shown you.” I crawled over to the chair in which she was sitting and lost myself in the ecstasy as I licked her shoe. Kim beamed a smile over at Karen, as she knew she had totally broken me and I had become her complete slave, just like the one she read about in the story just hours ago. I had no idea where this would all lead. End of part 2---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 3 By Slave shoelicker “O.K. now, off with the rest of your clothes, you have some new things to wear.” Kim stated, and I knew that she expected quick and total compliance. In no time I was naked and on my knees before her. She took a cock and ball harness and affixed it to the base of my cock and around my balls, splitting them into two tight sacs. Next, she took a thin rawhide cord and attached it to the harness. The cord was about 4-5 feet long. She gave a quick tug and I yelped from the pain that shot through me. Kim just glared my way to let me know to keep my mouth shut. The next article of “clothing” was a studded collar. This she just handed to me and I dutifully placed it around my neck. “That’s all for now slave, are you still thirsty?” “Yes, Goddess Kim.” I replied. “Well go into the kitchen and get a big bowl and fill it with as much water as you would like to drink.” I was about to get up when Kim stopped me and said, “Around here you will stay on your knees at all times unless you need to get up to comply with an order that you receive from me.” I crawled in from the kitchen carrying a bowl of water. “Place it between my feet.” Kim directed, “Now undo the buckle on my shoes, but be sure to do it properly.” I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by properly, and was in no mood to ask without permission to speak, so I lowered myself down to the level of her shoes and very tenderly kissed her right shoe as if it were a lover on the first night you fell in love. After several passionate kisses I felt a tug on the cord, and the pain in my cock and balls told me it was time to move on. I carefully undid the buckle, kissing it both before and after, and then gingerly slid the shoe from her foot. I kissed it before I put it down, breathing in the wondrous odor that the leather and foot sweat combined to make. “Smell my foot” Kim ordered to my utmost delight. I lowered my head and began inhaling the fragrance that was utterly intoxicating. My cock was straining at the harness that now dug into the base of my cock. “I’ve gone about two or three days in these socks so they must be pretty rank by now. How do they smell slave?” Kim asked. “They smell far more lovely than the sweetest rose,” I exclaimed as both Karen and Kim bust out in laughter. “That’s enough with that foot,” as she took it away and placed it in the bowl. “On to the next one.” I repeated the process of long loving kisses to her left shoe as her right foot soaked in the water. After she tired of the attention I was extolling to her left foot she gave a tug on the cord to signal we were to move on. She lifted her right foot out of the water and let it drip over the bowl. “Carefully remove my sock and don’t spill any water.” I did as told and awaited further instructions. “Place the sock in your mouth and suck it clean.” The white anklet still had some salty sweat in it and I was in heaven with the tasks Kim was assigning. I must have leaked a pint of pre-cum and I’m sure I would have exploded if it weren’t for the cock harness digging into the base of my cock, preventing release. “O.K. Karen, let me have the camcorder and take a seat on the couch. Slave, time to start paying homage to our little cheerleader here. Same treatment as before, and don’t let me see you cutting corners.” I crawled over to the lovely blond cheerleader and started passionately kissing her saddle shoes. Karen giggled quite a bit as I made “love” to her shoes, but I knew I had to perform no less a humbling and humiliating task with Karen as I had with Kim. The whole purpose of this was my total degradation and humiliation. It was unbelievable that I could find this utter humiliation so sexually stimulating. Karen’s socks were pale pink lacy anklets. She had worn them for cheerleading practice and once again I was lost in complete nirvana at the task I was performing. The smell was even more pungent than Kim’s feet. I would have gladly smelled her feet for hours more, however Kim had other plans, and after Karen had soaked her feet in the bowl, it was time to move on. “Slave, time for you to drink, but first we must spice it up for you.” Kim snorted out another thick goober load of saliva, phlegm, and snot. After this she had Karen do the same until they had each spit half a dozen times into the bowl. Kim gave a tug on the cock leash and pulled me towards the mixture that had once been water but was now a cloudy, milky, gooey liquid. “No hands, and you are to drink your way down to the bottom of the bowl without spilling a drop. Then suck the slop out of the socks until they are practically dry.” Kim and Karen took off and left me to my task. My hands and feet were no longer tied so I was free to do anything I pleased, and yet they may as well have been bound as tight as could be because I had developed an insatiable appetite for degradation and humiliation at the hands and feet of these two beautiful teen vixens. I was ready to commit to slavery forever at their feet. Somehow, I think Kim had grasped all of this long before I did. My cock strained at its bounds once again as I slurped up the gooey slime floating on the surface of the mixture. Because it was so thick, I was able to suck off almost the entire phlegmy goo off the surface in one gulp. My mouth was filled to practically overflowing with the slimy goo, yet I held it in my mouth for quite some time, savoring the moment and basking in my humiliation once again. Just then I noticed that the camcorder had been left on to record my actions. I wondered how Kim would react to the performance I had just given that could not have been any better if it had been supervised by the crop? End of part 3---to be continued---post comments By Slave shoelicker -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |