faceseat4jeans
10-27-2009, 10:16 PM
There she was again. Why the sight of her, indeed the very thought of her, seemed to capture my complete attention instantly whenever I saw her perplexed me, but it was nevertheless always the case.
She was a young woman in her mid- twenties, only a few years older than the female students from the nearby exclusive women's college, and though slim and pretty it was obvious based on outward appearances that she was beneath them in every way. Nevertheless, my attention was always drawn to her whenever I saw her.
The young female college students that filled my neighborhood all seemed to be cut from the same mold: slim, attractive, and stuck up beyond belief! It was clear that Wendy, on the other hand, was both poor and insecure. That was obvious from both her manner of dress and behavior. And yet, beneath her dirty and disheveled outward appearance I sensed a potential that for some reason attracted me a great deal.
I had learned her name, Wendy Worthlessie, from overheard conversations between her and some of the young female students she worked for. It turns out that Wendy was an uneducated orphan who had been born in the area, and when she outgrew her status as a ward of the county worked at whatever menial jobs she could find to just barely support herself.
Being the conceited and selfish bitches that they are, the rich young college women in the area seemed to get a sadistic sense of satisfaction as they hired poor young Wendy to clean and shop for them. Now, as I observed one of them stop and question Wendy who had been walking in front of me down the street, her lack of self-esteem was evident as she stammered out her replies in poor grammar.
"Sh-ure thing, Miss Susan, I'se a-gonna wash yo' car soon as I finish up scrubbin' yo' floors, I will!" I heard Wendy stammer in reply to the young woman who stood in front of her with her hands on her hips arrogantly blocking her path on the sidewalk. Although a few years her senior, Wendy was clearly intimidated by this spoiled young lady who seemed to be daring her to stand up for herself.
A couple of "Miss Susan's" friends stopped to talk to her, and this brazen young woman seemed to savor the increased sadistic potential of the situation as she greeted them before turning back to face Wendy with a sneer. "WHAT? You lazy slut, you haven't finished scrubbing my floors yet? What a shame, and I was just thinking of giving you an extra twenty this week for all the cleaning and fetching you've been doing for me, but if you're slacking off on cleaning my floors, well..."
I had stopped walking when I saw Wendy up ahead of me, and now in the position where I was standing my body was hidden from sight by a front stairway of a building so that I could witness the interaction between her and the arrogant young ladies without being seen. I cringed in sympathy as I witnessed Wendy's humiliation by Susan in front of the other young women, and with shame I became aware of my growing interest and arousal while continuing to watch even as her tormentor grew more blatant in her abuse.
It was pitiful to see Wendy's face light up when Susan mentioned giving her more money, and when she started stammering that she'd finish scrubbing Susan's floors "right quick" and get to washing her car first thing the next day while pleading that she really needed the extra money, Susan was quick to take advantage of her servile supplicant.
"Not good enough, you lazy whore, I expect my floors spotless AND my car washed by seven o'clock tonight so I can use it to drive over to Biff's apartment for our date later, and here's an extra twenty to go get one of those "baby powder" air fresheners to hang on the car mirror" Sue snapped as she threw a twenty dollar bill down onto the sidewalk in between herself and Wendy. My heart went out to the poor girl as I saw her excited expression when she saw the money flutter to the ground in front of her and knew the air freshener only cost a few dollars. Wendy stuttered out a quick "yes, Miss Susan" as she stooped down to snatch it up. But Susan wasn't done yet as she grabbed the brown paper bag that Wendy was holding from her hand.
"What's this? You running your own errands while you're supposed to be working for me, eh?" Susan said, and Wendy quickly responded that it was only a couple of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches she had brought for lunch. Susan shook her head in disbelief as the other young women laughed, so that when she remarked that she couldn't believe a grown woman was still eating that crappy kid food and demanded that Wendy take the sandwiches out of the bag and show them to her, the poor frightened woman was quick to obey.
"Yuck! They really are peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, what a friggin' loser this sorry slut is!" Susan exclaimed to the others as she grabbed one of the sandwiches from Wendy's hand and held it under her nose. When the laughter from Sue's friends increased and Wendy turned red from shame, she deliberately dropped the sandwich onto the sidewalk between her and Wendy with an exaggerated "oops!" while poor Wendy's expression went from shock to sadness.
"Don't be so upset, bitch, I'm sure you've eaten dirtier stuff, ha ha ha!" Sue said spitefully to Wendy as her college friends giggled while the poor girl looked down at her sandwich on the ground in front of her with a forlorn expression. When she started to bend down to pick up her sandwich, however, Susan quickly covered it with the sole of her shoe and stepped down lightly.
"Not so fast, worthless Wendy, hee hee hee, first let me add a little "sole"-full seasoning to your sandwich, bitch, ha ha ha!" Susan commented with a chuckle as she pressed lightly with her dirty shoe sole down onto the sandwich and twisted her foot from side to side as if she was putting out a cigarette. I could see this was getting to be too much even for Wendy despite her demoralized state, but before she could say anything Susan exclaimed how she hadn't noticed until just then how much her shoes were in need of a good polish, and tossed another twenty dollar bill onto the floor in front of Wendy.
"Here you go, worthless Wendy, that twenty's for you if you can get rid of those scuff marks on my shoes - get busy, bitch!" Susan said in a curt command talking down to Wendy who was still in a crouched position in front of her. I saw a moment's hesitation before the need for the money must have overruled her shame as Wendy knelt down and took out a soiled handkerchief and moved it towards Susan's shoe.
"Whoa girl, you're not touching that filthy rag to my $200 walking shoe. Besides, you need to wet it or use something else that's moist or else you'll just be smearing that dirt around on my shoe, fool. Now let's see girls, any ideas what ol' worthless Wendy can use that's wet to clean the dirt off my shoe surface, hmmmm?" Susan said in a mock-serious voice while she rubbed her chin with her fingers as if deep in thought.
The laughter from her friends grew as Susan looked down at Wendy contemptuously and told her to open her mouth and stick out her tongue. I felt shock and sympathy for the poor girl when I realized what Susan had in mind, and sure enough heard Sue remark that Wendy's tongue looked nice and moist. With an imperial snap of her spoiled fingers, Susan pointed down at her feet and ordered Wendy to get busy licking the dirt off her shoes if she wanted the money.
My heart was filled with compassion for poor Wendy as I saw her humbly accept Susan's offer to pay her the twenty if she'd give her shoes a good "spit-shine", and though a part of me felt I should walk up to them and force an end to this degrading spectacle I seemed frozen in my concealed position while I continued to watch. They had moved over to the side of the main walkway, and the few people who passed and noticed them were too intimidated by the group of boisterous young women to do anything more than shake their heads in disapproval as they walked by, but pitiful Wendy must have felt terribly embarrassed to be seen this way in public.
Even though a big part of me resented these young women for degrading and taking advantage of Wendy's disadvantageous status in relation to them, I felt a tremor of excitement course through my body watching Susan stand imperiously above Wendy in a demanding pose with her hands adamantly on her hips showcased in her designer jeans that hugged her feminine form.
"That's it you worthless wench, keep doing a good job and maybe I'll allow you to lick the dirt from my soles as a special treat, ha ha ha!" Sue said spitefully, and when I saw poor Wendy grimace in disgust as she worked her tongue over the dusty surface of Susan's shoe but pause in her sickening slurps only long enough to thank her for the compliment I knew poor Wendy was swallowing her pride along with the dirt and grime coating the surface of Susan's shoe in her desperate need for the promised payment.
I am ashamed to admit that I remained in my hidden position watching as the degrading spectacle went on for a good fifteen minutes while Wendy worked her tongue desperately licking the dirt from Sue's shoes, and fought my mounting arousal when the "privilege" of tongue-cleaning Susan's soles was granted with a flex of her ankle that brought her sole up in front of Wendy's face as Sue commented to the other giggling girls: "gotta get my money's worth from this tramp, y'know?"
When the cruel college girls finally tired of abusing and taking advantage of poor Wendy and walked off while laughing derisively, I waited in the shadows until Wendy got up and once again began walking in front of me before quickening my pace to catch up with her. I engaged her in conversation with some manufactured pretext, and quickly saw that my initial impression of her was correct, to say the least.
Despite her soiled face and lack of make-up, her beauty and fine female form was obvious, and although clearly uneducated and totally lacking in social graces her innate intelligence was quickly evident. I decided on the spot that I would use my considerable resources to make this young lady my project, and train her both educationally and socially to overcome her disadvantaged status as much as I could.
Stopping in at the neighborhood barber shop on the walk back to my house, the usual group of my friends were there and greeted me warmly: "hey Mallie, how's it going?" one called out to me, and I smiled and just nodded in reply. My full name is Pygmalion, Lord Pygmalion actually, named after the ancient king of Cyprus since there is royal lineage in my ancestry and my parents were professors of Greek mythology. I played down my haughty heritage and preferred to be seen as just "one of the guys", hence encouraging my friends to use my nickname of "Mallie" rather than the snobbish "Pygmalion".
Talking with my buddies, I mentioned my speaking with the neighborhood "beggar-girl", as Wendy is usually referred to by others, and shared my opinion that she has great potential. They laughed and teased me in a good-natured way that I was seeking to emulate my namesake, transforming the uneducated and lower class beggar-girl into a young lady on par with the sophisticated young college women of the area, and I admitted the thought had indeed occurred to me. One thing led to another, and a challenge was made that I was eager to accept: my friends would soon cease their mocking comments when I used my money and sophisticated social skills to transform "worthless" Wendy into Wendy, the worthy one!
Although initially doubtful when I told her of my plan, Wendy nevertheless was easily convinced to embrace my training with the money and gifts of clothing and educational tutoring I arranged for her. Amazed at the rapid rate that she learned and adopted her new skills and way of life, in mere weeks I found myself elevating Wendy to an exalted status in both her mind and mine as I began to treat her more and more like royalty and the superior woman that she was becoming. To my surprise and delight, in no time she took to this conditioning like a duck takes to water, embracing it as if it were her due!
"Yes Mallie my good man, I do believe I should like you to make the appointment for my pedicure to happen after my horse-riding lesson this afternoon, and I'd like you to come and observe carefully the techniques used by the pedicurist. After all, if you can learn the skills to care for my feet properly you may yet have some value and further use beyond that of just my personal cash dispenser, hee hee hee!" Wendy said in a mocking tone, and I thrilled inwardly at how arrogant and self-confident she had become in so short a time.
It had rained earlier in the day, and a large puddle blocked our path as we walked. Seeing another opportunity to instill a feeling of superiority in her, I quickly whipped off my expensive overcoat and spread it out on the ground in front of Wendy to cover the puddle. "Nice try Mallie, you old fart, but I'm afraid it's not good enough" Wendy exclaimed as she glanced at me arrogantly, and when I stared at her with a perplexed expression I saw her glance turn to an angry glare. Finally she explained that the puddle was too deep and she needed something more substantial to walk on to protect her feet from getting wet, speaking down to me in a patronizing voice as if I were an imbecile.
I slowly began to realize what Wendy wanted me to do, and felt a mix of emotions as I did. This young woman who just scant weeks prior had been a lowly servant and beggar now actually expected me, a dignified older man of established class and bearing, to lay myself down in a muddy puddle for her to walk on so that she wouldn't have to walk around it! A big part of me was thrilled at her regal bearing and conceited attitude, her transformation had progressed even beyond my dreams!
A more sober and sensible part of me realized that this was going too far, though, as I had no intention of laying myself face down in the dirt and ruining my expensive clothes, not to mention soiling myself so badly that I would have to change my whole outfit. I opened my mouth to explain this to Wendy, but before I could get a word out she reached towards me and grabbed a fistful of my hair.
WHOMP! With surprising force Wendy used her tight grip on my hair to throw me down onto the pavement in front of her so that I fell face down into the muddy puddle in front of her. Before I could react I felt her foot step up onto my upper back between my shoulder blades, followed quickly by her other foot treading onto my lower torso as this confident young woman casually used my body as her human bridge to cross over the puddle. Turning to look back at this perfect young goddess as she continued down the sidewalk, I saw her hand lower by her side and her fingers snap in an obvious gesture for me to follow.
She was a young woman in her mid- twenties, only a few years older than the female students from the nearby exclusive women's college, and though slim and pretty it was obvious based on outward appearances that she was beneath them in every way. Nevertheless, my attention was always drawn to her whenever I saw her.
The young female college students that filled my neighborhood all seemed to be cut from the same mold: slim, attractive, and stuck up beyond belief! It was clear that Wendy, on the other hand, was both poor and insecure. That was obvious from both her manner of dress and behavior. And yet, beneath her dirty and disheveled outward appearance I sensed a potential that for some reason attracted me a great deal.
I had learned her name, Wendy Worthlessie, from overheard conversations between her and some of the young female students she worked for. It turns out that Wendy was an uneducated orphan who had been born in the area, and when she outgrew her status as a ward of the county worked at whatever menial jobs she could find to just barely support herself.
Being the conceited and selfish bitches that they are, the rich young college women in the area seemed to get a sadistic sense of satisfaction as they hired poor young Wendy to clean and shop for them. Now, as I observed one of them stop and question Wendy who had been walking in front of me down the street, her lack of self-esteem was evident as she stammered out her replies in poor grammar.
"Sh-ure thing, Miss Susan, I'se a-gonna wash yo' car soon as I finish up scrubbin' yo' floors, I will!" I heard Wendy stammer in reply to the young woman who stood in front of her with her hands on her hips arrogantly blocking her path on the sidewalk. Although a few years her senior, Wendy was clearly intimidated by this spoiled young lady who seemed to be daring her to stand up for herself.
A couple of "Miss Susan's" friends stopped to talk to her, and this brazen young woman seemed to savor the increased sadistic potential of the situation as she greeted them before turning back to face Wendy with a sneer. "WHAT? You lazy slut, you haven't finished scrubbing my floors yet? What a shame, and I was just thinking of giving you an extra twenty this week for all the cleaning and fetching you've been doing for me, but if you're slacking off on cleaning my floors, well..."
I had stopped walking when I saw Wendy up ahead of me, and now in the position where I was standing my body was hidden from sight by a front stairway of a building so that I could witness the interaction between her and the arrogant young ladies without being seen. I cringed in sympathy as I witnessed Wendy's humiliation by Susan in front of the other young women, and with shame I became aware of my growing interest and arousal while continuing to watch even as her tormentor grew more blatant in her abuse.
It was pitiful to see Wendy's face light up when Susan mentioned giving her more money, and when she started stammering that she'd finish scrubbing Susan's floors "right quick" and get to washing her car first thing the next day while pleading that she really needed the extra money, Susan was quick to take advantage of her servile supplicant.
"Not good enough, you lazy whore, I expect my floors spotless AND my car washed by seven o'clock tonight so I can use it to drive over to Biff's apartment for our date later, and here's an extra twenty to go get one of those "baby powder" air fresheners to hang on the car mirror" Sue snapped as she threw a twenty dollar bill down onto the sidewalk in between herself and Wendy. My heart went out to the poor girl as I saw her excited expression when she saw the money flutter to the ground in front of her and knew the air freshener only cost a few dollars. Wendy stuttered out a quick "yes, Miss Susan" as she stooped down to snatch it up. But Susan wasn't done yet as she grabbed the brown paper bag that Wendy was holding from her hand.
"What's this? You running your own errands while you're supposed to be working for me, eh?" Susan said, and Wendy quickly responded that it was only a couple of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches she had brought for lunch. Susan shook her head in disbelief as the other young women laughed, so that when she remarked that she couldn't believe a grown woman was still eating that crappy kid food and demanded that Wendy take the sandwiches out of the bag and show them to her, the poor frightened woman was quick to obey.
"Yuck! They really are peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, what a friggin' loser this sorry slut is!" Susan exclaimed to the others as she grabbed one of the sandwiches from Wendy's hand and held it under her nose. When the laughter from Sue's friends increased and Wendy turned red from shame, she deliberately dropped the sandwich onto the sidewalk between her and Wendy with an exaggerated "oops!" while poor Wendy's expression went from shock to sadness.
"Don't be so upset, bitch, I'm sure you've eaten dirtier stuff, ha ha ha!" Sue said spitefully to Wendy as her college friends giggled while the poor girl looked down at her sandwich on the ground in front of her with a forlorn expression. When she started to bend down to pick up her sandwich, however, Susan quickly covered it with the sole of her shoe and stepped down lightly.
"Not so fast, worthless Wendy, hee hee hee, first let me add a little "sole"-full seasoning to your sandwich, bitch, ha ha ha!" Susan commented with a chuckle as she pressed lightly with her dirty shoe sole down onto the sandwich and twisted her foot from side to side as if she was putting out a cigarette. I could see this was getting to be too much even for Wendy despite her demoralized state, but before she could say anything Susan exclaimed how she hadn't noticed until just then how much her shoes were in need of a good polish, and tossed another twenty dollar bill onto the floor in front of Wendy.
"Here you go, worthless Wendy, that twenty's for you if you can get rid of those scuff marks on my shoes - get busy, bitch!" Susan said in a curt command talking down to Wendy who was still in a crouched position in front of her. I saw a moment's hesitation before the need for the money must have overruled her shame as Wendy knelt down and took out a soiled handkerchief and moved it towards Susan's shoe.
"Whoa girl, you're not touching that filthy rag to my $200 walking shoe. Besides, you need to wet it or use something else that's moist or else you'll just be smearing that dirt around on my shoe, fool. Now let's see girls, any ideas what ol' worthless Wendy can use that's wet to clean the dirt off my shoe surface, hmmmm?" Susan said in a mock-serious voice while she rubbed her chin with her fingers as if deep in thought.
The laughter from her friends grew as Susan looked down at Wendy contemptuously and told her to open her mouth and stick out her tongue. I felt shock and sympathy for the poor girl when I realized what Susan had in mind, and sure enough heard Sue remark that Wendy's tongue looked nice and moist. With an imperial snap of her spoiled fingers, Susan pointed down at her feet and ordered Wendy to get busy licking the dirt off her shoes if she wanted the money.
My heart was filled with compassion for poor Wendy as I saw her humbly accept Susan's offer to pay her the twenty if she'd give her shoes a good "spit-shine", and though a part of me felt I should walk up to them and force an end to this degrading spectacle I seemed frozen in my concealed position while I continued to watch. They had moved over to the side of the main walkway, and the few people who passed and noticed them were too intimidated by the group of boisterous young women to do anything more than shake their heads in disapproval as they walked by, but pitiful Wendy must have felt terribly embarrassed to be seen this way in public.
Even though a big part of me resented these young women for degrading and taking advantage of Wendy's disadvantageous status in relation to them, I felt a tremor of excitement course through my body watching Susan stand imperiously above Wendy in a demanding pose with her hands adamantly on her hips showcased in her designer jeans that hugged her feminine form.
"That's it you worthless wench, keep doing a good job and maybe I'll allow you to lick the dirt from my soles as a special treat, ha ha ha!" Sue said spitefully, and when I saw poor Wendy grimace in disgust as she worked her tongue over the dusty surface of Susan's shoe but pause in her sickening slurps only long enough to thank her for the compliment I knew poor Wendy was swallowing her pride along with the dirt and grime coating the surface of Susan's shoe in her desperate need for the promised payment.
I am ashamed to admit that I remained in my hidden position watching as the degrading spectacle went on for a good fifteen minutes while Wendy worked her tongue desperately licking the dirt from Sue's shoes, and fought my mounting arousal when the "privilege" of tongue-cleaning Susan's soles was granted with a flex of her ankle that brought her sole up in front of Wendy's face as Sue commented to the other giggling girls: "gotta get my money's worth from this tramp, y'know?"
When the cruel college girls finally tired of abusing and taking advantage of poor Wendy and walked off while laughing derisively, I waited in the shadows until Wendy got up and once again began walking in front of me before quickening my pace to catch up with her. I engaged her in conversation with some manufactured pretext, and quickly saw that my initial impression of her was correct, to say the least.
Despite her soiled face and lack of make-up, her beauty and fine female form was obvious, and although clearly uneducated and totally lacking in social graces her innate intelligence was quickly evident. I decided on the spot that I would use my considerable resources to make this young lady my project, and train her both educationally and socially to overcome her disadvantaged status as much as I could.
Stopping in at the neighborhood barber shop on the walk back to my house, the usual group of my friends were there and greeted me warmly: "hey Mallie, how's it going?" one called out to me, and I smiled and just nodded in reply. My full name is Pygmalion, Lord Pygmalion actually, named after the ancient king of Cyprus since there is royal lineage in my ancestry and my parents were professors of Greek mythology. I played down my haughty heritage and preferred to be seen as just "one of the guys", hence encouraging my friends to use my nickname of "Mallie" rather than the snobbish "Pygmalion".
Talking with my buddies, I mentioned my speaking with the neighborhood "beggar-girl", as Wendy is usually referred to by others, and shared my opinion that she has great potential. They laughed and teased me in a good-natured way that I was seeking to emulate my namesake, transforming the uneducated and lower class beggar-girl into a young lady on par with the sophisticated young college women of the area, and I admitted the thought had indeed occurred to me. One thing led to another, and a challenge was made that I was eager to accept: my friends would soon cease their mocking comments when I used my money and sophisticated social skills to transform "worthless" Wendy into Wendy, the worthy one!
Although initially doubtful when I told her of my plan, Wendy nevertheless was easily convinced to embrace my training with the money and gifts of clothing and educational tutoring I arranged for her. Amazed at the rapid rate that she learned and adopted her new skills and way of life, in mere weeks I found myself elevating Wendy to an exalted status in both her mind and mine as I began to treat her more and more like royalty and the superior woman that she was becoming. To my surprise and delight, in no time she took to this conditioning like a duck takes to water, embracing it as if it were her due!
"Yes Mallie my good man, I do believe I should like you to make the appointment for my pedicure to happen after my horse-riding lesson this afternoon, and I'd like you to come and observe carefully the techniques used by the pedicurist. After all, if you can learn the skills to care for my feet properly you may yet have some value and further use beyond that of just my personal cash dispenser, hee hee hee!" Wendy said in a mocking tone, and I thrilled inwardly at how arrogant and self-confident she had become in so short a time.
It had rained earlier in the day, and a large puddle blocked our path as we walked. Seeing another opportunity to instill a feeling of superiority in her, I quickly whipped off my expensive overcoat and spread it out on the ground in front of Wendy to cover the puddle. "Nice try Mallie, you old fart, but I'm afraid it's not good enough" Wendy exclaimed as she glanced at me arrogantly, and when I stared at her with a perplexed expression I saw her glance turn to an angry glare. Finally she explained that the puddle was too deep and she needed something more substantial to walk on to protect her feet from getting wet, speaking down to me in a patronizing voice as if I were an imbecile.
I slowly began to realize what Wendy wanted me to do, and felt a mix of emotions as I did. This young woman who just scant weeks prior had been a lowly servant and beggar now actually expected me, a dignified older man of established class and bearing, to lay myself down in a muddy puddle for her to walk on so that she wouldn't have to walk around it! A big part of me was thrilled at her regal bearing and conceited attitude, her transformation had progressed even beyond my dreams!
A more sober and sensible part of me realized that this was going too far, though, as I had no intention of laying myself face down in the dirt and ruining my expensive clothes, not to mention soiling myself so badly that I would have to change my whole outfit. I opened my mouth to explain this to Wendy, but before I could get a word out she reached towards me and grabbed a fistful of my hair.
WHOMP! With surprising force Wendy used her tight grip on my hair to throw me down onto the pavement in front of her so that I fell face down into the muddy puddle in front of her. Before I could react I felt her foot step up onto my upper back between my shoulder blades, followed quickly by her other foot treading onto my lower torso as this confident young woman casually used my body as her human bridge to cross over the puddle. Turning to look back at this perfect young goddess as she continued down the sidewalk, I saw her hand lower by her side and her fingers snap in an obvious gesture for me to follow.