Message-ID: <7559eli$9804032330@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: slave shoelicker Subject: story: Teen Femdom 4 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: <35254FB4.CC9E56B3@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 9 By Slave shoelicker Kim greeted us at the door and the two teen vixens headed out to the car, towing me along on my hands and knees by the cock leash. At the car, Kim gave Karen a passionate kiss. She smiled with new admiration at her pupil, who just yesterday had no interest in utilizing the amazing power Kim knew she possessed. On my knees I opened the door for them, then dropping to the ground, I kissed the tips of Karen’s heels before she entered. My Goddess was standing before me as I lay there on the cold ground. I wanted desperately to show her that she was, and always would be my consuming passion. I wanted her to know that the devotion I had shown to Karen would pale in comparison to what I would give to her. I began sobbing at her feet, kissing her pink patent maryjanes. Hoping that my liberty to speak freely still existed I prepared to tell her how I felt. Even if the liberty had been revoked, I would accept 1000 lashes to let her know. As I was about to speak, Kim stated: “It was Karen’s night, Slave shoelicker, and you did well.” Somehow Kim had read my thoughts. Once again I was flabbergasted. In just over a day it was becoming clear that she knew more about me then perhaps I did about myself. I was now sobbing uncontrollably, not from disappointment, but from the happiness that I was blessed with the honor of being able to serve this teen Goddess, knowing full well that I was completely undeserving of such honor. I vowed to strive, for as long as Kim would allow me in her graces, to attempt to show her how utterly grateful I was that she bestowed this gift upon me. Kim got in the car, and I crawled in to drive off. “I believe we have time for you to pay for the pleasures you received most undeservingly tonight, Slave shoelicker.” Kim said. Indeed the pleasures were so overwhelming, I was completely spent. I had now been at such a high level of sexual arousal for so long, I was approaching exhaustion. I had no idea what this “payment” would entail, as I followed Kim’s directions. As we drove Kim had one foot in my lap, and the other foot against my cheek. Teasing me to ever-higher levels of frustration. She lightly grazed my face with the frilly pink trim of her anklet. At every stoplight I was free to gaze at Kim’s beautiful feet. The shiny pink leather, the white anklet, and the ankle bracelet. I moaned with pleasure as I licked her shoe at every opportunity. Kim told me to park the car in a strip mall along the way and I wondered what was happening. It looked as if all the stores were closed, when I noticed that one was not. I crawled around to let the girls out and Kim took my leash and led us to a tattoo and piercing store that was the only one open. As we entered, I was on my hands and knees in proper heeling fashion behind my Goddess. The place had a decidedly S & M motif. Perhaps this is where Kim picked up the implements last night. There was a woman dressed in all leather behind the counter. She had a punk haircut and ring through her nose. The outfit was completed with thigh high leather boots that said this was one tough woman. “I was just about to close up.” she said. “We’ll make it worth your while, you can charge double.” Kim stated. “Sure, what will it be?” “A little of everything, lets start with a tattoo.” Kim said matter of factly. My ears perked up as I wondered what was in store for me. The woman, whose name appropriately was Dominique, led us to the back room after she locked the front door. “Is it for Mr. Beautiful here?” Dominique asked. “It is for Slave shoelicker.” Kim replied. Dominique just laughed. “I wouldn’t mind having this pretty boy under me some time.” Dominique said, perhaps thinking that I might want to try a real Dominatrix instead of some little girl playing games. Kim just ignored her looking around at the displays. “I could do a heart with a “my girl” scene and your name inscribed in it. It would look good on those biceps.” “No, I want ‘property of Goddess Kim’ on his butt.” Kim said, as Dominique looked on somewhat shocked. I began to feel a little light headed, and my ears suddenly got hot. My heart started pounding as it sunk in that I was being marked. I thought back to Kim reminding me of a price I would have to pay. “Strip!” Kim commanded, and I jumped to the task assigned. “How does a nice little girl like you get Mr. Fortune here to act like that. I’ve been at it for over ten years and I still can’t get them to jump to it like he did?” Dominique asked with new found respect. “Perhaps sometime I will let you know.” Kim replied. “Up on the table.” Dominique said, as I sat there gazing at my Goddess. Kim waited a moment and then there was a slight nod of her head. I responded immediately and was up on a table resembling that which you would find in a doctor’s office. Kim took a seat in a chair facing me and raised her foot to my face. From my angle I could see her entire leg and the white cotton panties she was wearing. From the corner of my eye I could see Dominique looking as well, as I detected a gasp from her at the sight of Kim’s leg. I began licking the sole of Kim’s maryjane, once again putting all my energy and thoughts into the divine task. “Amazing.” Dominique remarked at the devotion I displayed at the feet of my Goddess. She got out a topical solution to numb the area and mask some of the pain. “Nothing for the pain.” Kim said. “He doesn’t look drunk and this will hurt quite a bit.” she advised. “Nothing.” Kim repeated as Dominique wondered if I would speak up to advise otherwise, but I was lost in my efforts at Kim’s feet, oblivious to what went on around me. Dominique commenced the tattooing and was shocked to see that I barely responded to the pain. About halfway through, Kim removed her foot. Suddenly the pain was excruciating. Dominique stopped, but Kim ordered “Continue.” I winced in agony, but my Goddess raised her other foot and presented me with her sole to clean. I became serene once again as my mind drifted into the sublime state that only Kim could take me. The tattoo finished, Kim stood to admire the inscription on my right ass cheek. The process was repeated with my name, Slave shoelicker, added to my left cheek. “All right, not bad,” Dominique remarked as she finished, “Anything else?” “I’d like to get my belly button pierced.” Kim said. Dominique prepared for the job. Once again Kim waived off the numbing solution, and I watched as a small gold ring was added to Kim’s magnificent tummy. “One for Mr. Shoelicker here,” after Kim’s ring was attached. A stainless steel ring was put through my belly button and then Kim simply said “Both nipples.” The words rang in my ears as my mutilation continued. That painful chore completed, I felt sure we would be through. “This next one must be placed right.” Kim instructed. “I want a ring attached to the skin just behind the ball sac, at the base.” I was now completely numb. Where would it end? “On your back and put your feet over your head, with your knees on either side of your head.” I contorted into this ridiculous position with my ass sticking straight up in the air. Kim pointed to the skin between my ball sac and my anus. A ring was inserted right at the base of the sac. I was told to roll over, feeling like the dog I was, and Kim removed the cock harness from my very erect penis. She pointed to the underside, right behind the head. I bit my tongue as yet another ring was attached to my penis. “There now.” Kim said, and I sighed with relief believing we were finally through. “Solder them all so they are permanently attached.” I sat as the words sunk in. This was not to be easily undone. Clearly the price to pay for my pleasures at the feet of these teens was not to be insignificant by any means. The soldering iron was brought out and my mutilation made permanent. I was far to dizzy from the events taking place to feel any pain the iron inflicted. I sat there dazed once again, marveling at the depths of which Kim was capable. Was there any limits to her what she was prepared to put me through? Were there any limits to what I was prepared to take, no, not take from her. Were there any limits to what I craved for her to do to me? “What about a ring through his nose?” suggested Dominique. “You could leave it with a clasp so it can be used only when wanted.” “Very well.” Kim answered, and a ring was inserted into the middle septum of my nose. The pain was fierce from the sensitive position of the puncture, but thankfully it was not soldered like the others, and might be removed. Kim reattached the harness to my cock and balls, then took out a small padlock, and locked the cock harness to the steel ring at the base of my ball sac. The leash back in place, I resumed my position. heeling at Kim’s feet. I was surprised at how little bleeding resulted from the punctures, and all that I could feel now was the burning sensation caused by the disinfectant applied to the rings. Karen and Kim selected a few more items that the store had to offer and were about to leave. Kim gathered up my clothes and tossed them in a bag. She then produced leather G-string and threw it at me. I slipped it on yet still felt totally exposed. The small triangular pouch didn’t even cover my ever-erect penis. The head with its new ring attached protruded out the top. With Kim leading me out the door, Dominique, who had been lavishing praise upon her with suggestions that they might even work together and learn from one another, turned to desperation. She offered Kim a partnership in her enterprise. Kim smiled, thanking her for the offer but said she wasn’t interested. Even more desperate, Dominique, whose tone had been tough as nails all night, became meek. “Goddess Kim I have often thought about exploring the submissive side of these relationships in order to more fully understand them,” Dominique blurted in a decidedly meek tone. Kim turned and looked her in the eyes. Dominique returned the look for a moment, then cast her eyes down. She could see the incredible sight of Kim’s legs. The short white/pink pleated skirt, white anklets with pink lace trim, and the pink maryjanes. Such a stark contrast with the black leather power look of Dominique’s attire with her thigh high leather boots. But appearances often deceive. Dominique sank to her knees and crawled towards Goddess Kim. As she was about to reach Kim’s shoes and satisfy the overwhelming desire within her that only Kim could ignite, Kim remarked, “Perhaps some other time.” Dominique groaned with disappointment, her desire to submit before Kim had grown so profound. She began begging, using all the phrases her lackeys had used on her, only she was far more sincere, her desire to submit beyond anything she’d seen. “I think I have a tape you might be interested in studying,” Kim said, “You have just a touch of self respect left and are therefore undeserving of the privilege of supplicating before me.” Dominique promised to try and begged Kim to return to give her a second chance. Kim walked out leading me by the leash. I felt completely exposed in the G-string, the thong working its way up my ass as I crawled along. The ride home was quiet as the day had been long and event filled. I felt as if I had experienced a lifetime of sexual satisfaction even though I had been completely denied release. We arrived home with all ready for bed. The phone was ringing as we entered and Kim answered it. She told them to hold and handed my leash to Karen. My nerves sat on edge as I wondered what Kim would tell this person. I was not to find out as Karen led me to the master bedroom. Clearly it was not Kim’s design for me to know. The answering machine in the bedroom showed ten messages and I chose not to think what that meant. Kim arrived and prepared me for bed. My hands were cuffed behind my back and Kim had me crouch down and put my cuffed hands under my butt. She took the padlock and locked the cuffs to the ring at the base of my scrotum. I would not be moving much tonight. Karen then decided to tie her funky thigh highs around my head with the feet under my nose. Her anklets were still stuffed in each cheek. Once again I was sure to remain aroused all night. The girls got in bed and I was treated to some of the most passionate love making noises I had heard. After quite some time the girls drifted off into a sound sleep, and I did the best I could on the floor beneath them. End of part nine---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 10 By Slave shoelicker Despite my awkward position, I managed to sleep well, as I awoke to the sounds of love making on the bed above. I lay there and tried to remember my dreams of last night. I recalled one vivid dream involving Karen, perhaps brought about by her stocking feet smell from the thigh highs still tied under my nose. In the dream I was licking her feet after a particularly intense basketball game in which she was leading the cheers. I was allowed to progress at my own pace and had just finished cleaning every nook and cranny of her delicious feet. I licked my way up those marvelous legs, enjoying every inch. My cock was unencumbered by the harness. I reached her divine temple and slowly teased her into a delirious state. She came in torrents and began peeing as she lost control in the waves of multiple orgasms washing over her. I drank all I could as it cascaded over my face, shuddering from my own orgasm of cataclysmic proportions. Kim woke me from my delightful daydream as I had reached the brink of release again only to be denied by the cock and ball harness. She dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, and carried a gym bag she had with the stuff she brought with her yesterday. She removed the thigh highs and anklets from my mouth and unlocked the cuffs from the steel ring at the base of my sac. “Let’s go I’m in a hurry.” she said. We drove quietly to a dance studio about fifteen minutes away. I was still naked.(not choosing to count the G-string that amounted to nothing) I parked and let Kim out, kissing her sneakers as she picked up the leash and walked me into the studio. Luckily, it was still early Sunday morning and no one was around. Inside Kim was greeted by a lovely woman dressed as a ballerina. She appeared mid thirtyish but in incredible shape. “Kim darling how are you? I see you have a foot man.” “Definitely not a foot man, foot slave would be stretching it. How are you Chantelle?” “Just fine dear. Why did you not tell me you had a foot man--- I mean foot slave?” “I picked him up only on Friday.” “Nonsense, he is already branded with your mark, that takes quite some time to convince someone to do, and he seems well trained.” “He’s not branded yet, though that may come,” pointing at the tattoo on my ass, “but I kid you not, his training commenced Friday night, although I must admit I have dedicated far to much time and effort to the worthless creature.” I prostrated myself before Kim, attempting to show total devotion and servitude. The threat that she would cut back the time she so benevolently spent with me was so disconcerting. I slowly slithered on my belly till I reached her sneakers and pecked adoring kisses to their tips. “This is most impressive, darling, if you ever grow weary of him please think of me to take him off your hands.” “I just got a similar offer last night, but I don’t think she is up for it anymore. Go greet Lady Chantelle, Slave shoelicker.” I crawled up to this woman, obviously a well-trained ballerina. She extended her foot in a lovely point toe and placed it down just in front of my nose. The slippers she was wearing were a ratty old pair probably just used for practice. The smell was heavenly. I closed my eyes and softly placed delicate kisses to the tip of her point toe. “So respectful,” Chantelle remarked, surprised by my performance. “And you say just two days?” “Yes.” “Darling you have more potential then the great mistresses of Paris, and your slave here may have potential to match yours in quite the opposite direction. We begin shortly, get ready.” Kim took out the cuffs and my hands were once again behind my back and under my ass. Tightly secured to the ring at the base of my scrotum insured I would remain immobile. My Goddess undressed before me, tying her sneaker to my face. I inhaled the now familiar scent of those fantastic feet. She dressed in tight fitting spandex shorts and matching spandex sports bra. Kim sat before me and added white anklets and ballet slippers. For the next five or ten minutes she did stretching exercises before me. Never before had I seen such graceful movements. She would extend her leg over my head, putting her toe in an extreme point. My eyes were about even with her knee. I could look up at the perfect features of her calf and the shapeliest foot on the planet. As I looked down I saw her well-toned and limber thigh. Kim stood up and turned away to stretch her upper body. As she bent forward her ass was thrust at my face. So well rounded, almost heart shaped. Firm as any I’d seen, perfect in every way. My mouth watered at such a magnificent sight. Would I someday be so lucky as to be near it? Chantelle returned and practice began. She shot me a look with a snicker at my humiliating position. I sat in awe as I watch my Goddess move so gracefully on the dance floor. Each move so fluid and performed by her perfect body. Her face so serene and angelic, it was impossible to imagine the wickedness she was capable of. I have no idea how long she practiced as I was entranced by what I saw. My penis stood at full mast saluting my Goddess as she performed flawlessly. With practice over, I bid good-bye to Chantelle, in the proper manner of course, and we departed for home. There we met Karen who had returned from cheerleading practice. The girls decided to get a real good workout going on the stairmasters, so we headed for the den. Before beginning they decided to have some fun with me. I was relatively unencumbered, with just my slave collar and cock and ball harness on. To my amazement, Kim released the harness and I was naked but for the collar. Things didn’t stay that way for long as my handcuffs were added and once again I found myself with my hands behind my back and under my ass. The cuffs were locked to the steel ring at the base of my balls, and I was helpless again. For good measure my ankles were cuffed. Then with a devious smile on her face Kim appeared with two short chains. She attached one each to each of my nipple rings. Kim pulled down on the chains and stretched to connect them to the ring on the underside of my cock, just behind the head. The chains were fairly short and I had to hunch forward or risk ripping one of the rings out of a very tender spot. I was leaning forward to the point I almost fell over on my face. I had to arch my back, sticking my ass up and out to act as a counter balance. “Look at how his ass sticks out!” Karen exclaimed. “I think we should put it to use before we workout.” “Excellent idea, Karen.” Kim replied. Karen returned with an old high heel. It looked to be at least four or four and a half inches. She held it before me and I kissed it passionately, attempting to smell Karen’s fragrance as she moved it around in front of my face, occasionally the opening appearing under my nose. The sole was exposed to me and I lapped at it greedily. Karen slowly pulled the heel away and I had to check myself as I leaned forward to get at the object of my desire. She was now fucking my mouth, and I sucked that heel with great effort, knowing it had once graced Karen’s foot. She took it away, removed her saddle shoes, allowing me several worshipful licks before hand, and then put the heel on. She disappeared behind me and I wondered if we were through. Then I felt something enter my ass. I realized Karen was fucking my ass with the heel she had put on. She entered slowly but continued until the heel was buried to the hilt in my ass. She twisted it around some and I moaned with pleasure. Kim slapped me in the face to bring me back momentarily from the nirvana state in which I was entering, she grabbed my chin and said “Don’t you dare cum!” gathering up all the phlegm and mucus she could, Kim then spit in my face. It landed on my upper lip and I hungrily reached out with my tongue for the tasty treat so generously offer from my Goddess. Karen was now fucking me good. Withdrawing almost all the way and then ramming it home. She would have knocked me over on my face except with each stroke I thrust my ass back to greet it. It must have been a sight to behold since Kim had gotten the camcorder and laughed as she documented my humiliating disgrace. When Karen tired, she stopped, removing her foot but leaving the heel up my ass. Kim surveyed the situation. With my hands cuffed just below my anus, and the chain locked to the ring, I was able to hold the heel. Kim summized that there was just enough leeway with the chain of the handcuffs for me to move the heel about 3-4 inches back and forth. Kim ordered me to continue, fucking myself with the heel. I must have looked ridiculous, moaning in pleasure as I rammed that heel, over and over, up my ass. The girls began their workout on the stairmaster. Kim was still dressed in the spandex outfit she practiced in. She had just the white anklets on her beautiful feet. Karen was in her cheerleading outfit with just a pair of blue anklets on her feet. They had pretty yellow lace trim to match the blue and yellow school colors. I continued on with the heel and sat mesmerized by the unbelievable sight before me. After a solid forty minutes, the teens ended their workout. They looked magnificent, radiant from the glow they achieved. It was easy to see why they looked so incredible. Kim disappeared and returned with a glass of water and a package. She stood before me looking so luscious in the sheen the sweat produced. She tossed the package in front of me saying “These are the negatives, you are free to go Don. All you have to do is ask me to set you free.” I was speechless, as I continued to fuck my ass with the heel, unable to stop. The doorbell rang and Kim left to get it. My parents appeared in the den, shocked at what they saw. For some reason, I didn’t react the way I expected. While I felt incredible shame, on display like this, before my parents, shoving a heel up my ass over and over again, I didn’t wish that I could run and hide, and I didn’t mind that they saw me like this. After some commotion, Kim got them to sit on the couch. She explained to them that I was free to go, all I had to do was ask to be set free. “How about it Don?” Kim asked, “Do you want me to let you go or do you want another option?” I was silent, still stroking my ass. Karen was filming once again. “Let’s see, another option. Hmmm. I know, you continue to be my slave. What about that.” “Yes,” I whispered. “Oh no you must convince me that I should let you be my slave.” “Donny, what are you doing. Get a hold of yourself.” my father was saying. “Tell them to go Donny, please.” my mother pleaded. Kim turned her back to me, as I began to plead from the deepest depths of my soul for Kim to accept me as her slave. I summoned all the sincerity and inner feeling I could muster. I begged with more passion then humanly possible for Kim to grant the ultimate gift of utter and complete slavery upon me. I knew full well that my life would cease to exist, and I would be transformed into something less then an animal, and yet I renewed my efforts with greater emotion. Pleading and begging at the top of my lungs I continued as Kim swayed her ass before my face. Continuing my plea, “Oh Goddess Kim, as unworthy as I am, I pledge to unceasingly, with every ounce of strength and every fiber of my being, to live each and every second with the single thought of servitude to you. I will live for you, and you alone, without any thought for myself. I will supplicate myself before you with every drop of feeling I can muster, if only you would grant this greatest of honors, this supreme privilege. I am lower than the dirt under you toenail, unworthy to ask to be your slave. My only hope, that you will perform the most generous act of kindness in human history and accept this miserable being before you.” I was exhausted beyond belief. So much emotional effort had I summoned. My mother sobbing uncontrollably, my father in total shock, no longer able to speak. Kim’s swaying ass, her magnificent, supreme ass inches from my face. She lowered the spandex shorts and said, “Seal your fate Slave shoelicker.” Kim bent over, presenting her glorious butt to me. The sweat of her workout still glistening upon it. In my hunched over position I had to strain to reach it, the object consuming my entire conscience. The chains pulled my nipples out, and stretched my amazingly engorged penis. Finally my lips brushed her rosebud. The feelings washing over me beyond description. A thousand times more intense then anything I felt before. Kissing it with every drop of feeling that every atom in my body could generate, I shuddered. Kim pressed back and I eased my tongue into her anus, that holy shrine. I sucked and slurped for all I was worth, basking in this ultimate gift from my Goddess. Just then something began pushing my tongue away. Her royal shit entered my mouth. Pushing to the back and then expanding to fill my cheeks. The holy feast kept coming, filling my mouth to practically overflowing. Kim stepped away. The sensations beyond belief. Far tastier the most succulent steak. I exploded in orgasm. The most viscous one I ever experienced. Jet after jet spewed forth, at least a pint of cum. From my hunched over position caused by the chains attached to my cock and nipples, the cum had no where to go except right in my face. Cum covered my face, my hair. It was in my nose, it covered one eye. Had my face not been in the way, it would have hit the ceiling twelve feet above. Slowly I chewed the precious gift, savoring every morsel, and moaning in total ecstasy. My Goddess appeared before me, wearing her shiny pink patent maryjanes over the white anklets. With her shoe, she twisted my face towards my parents. I could see them out of the one eye not covered in cum. Kim scraped her shoe along my face, collecting a large quantity of semen. “Mr. and Mrs. Conway,” she said coolly, “Meet Slave shoelicker.” Kim presented her foot to me and I dove after it, greedily lapping up the cum as if it were the first bit of food for a man who hadn’t eaten in a week. I gave myself totally to Kim. Waves and waves of delight hitting me as I abased myself before my goddess. With my mother crying uncontrollably, and my father hanging his head in shame, they headed for the door. As the turned to take one last look, the could see my ass, the heel still being shoved up my anus next to the tattoo “property of Goddess Kim.” Nothing more needed to be said. End of part 10---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 |