Aramis
05-18-2003, 7:31 PM
This is humbly submitted as an originally unplanned chapter. I continue the saga since a number of gracious readers have urged me to do so!
I woke up in the early morning because one of my Owner's surrogates lashed me with a whip. In well-accustomed pain, I arose from my cot on the floor and crawled to the woman who had whipped me. She wasn't far away. As trained, I kissed the top of each of her sandaled feet. When she bent down so I could see the whip she had stunned me with, I strained upwards and kissed its handle. In Chinese I mumbled, "Thank you for waking me into another day of glorious servitude." I then kissed the woman's sandals again and crawled off to my shower in silence. It was just beginning to dawn.
I showered and ate my meager rations. Then I went back out to the fields. Perhaps I should say, the yard. Her fields were the back yard of the huge estate into which I had been cast some time ago. I was the slave labor. Licking the luscious soles of her bare feet was not enough for her; she needed to put me to economic use and to make me a true slave who sweated and toiled for his master. As the sun rose I plucked weeds from the ground and pruned back vines where pruning was needed. I watered and planted, chopped and dressed all sorts of vegetation and crops. At least I was alone, save for the overseer who was never far away, bull whip in hand, sunglasses perched on her proud, haughty Chinese face, disinterested. I seldom gave her opportunity to whip me, as I kept busy at a good pace. I knew what to do. No rest. No attitude. Just blind obedience.
From a window in the fortress, my Owner gazed out onto the field and saw her white American slave boy, working to make her money. Working to please her. Working to avoid punishment and sadistic torture. She smiled a little and got warm inside, thinking about her plans for him. Just thinking about them tingled her vortex, and she brought herself to orgasm. Meanwhile, I soldiered on outside, basically oblivious, hoping only for a chance smell and kiss her divine feet today. That would make it all worthwhile, for her feet truly were magnificent and her overbearing demeanor worthy of a sex tyrant.
I got my lunch of rice and tofu, but was surprised when after lunch the whip woman put her hand on shoulder in a commanding way. I knelt down on the floor. She put my hands behind my back and roped them together; then she tied my ankles together. I had been trained not to resist; where would I go anyway?
My Owner entered the room, and the whip woman pushed me onto the ground, onto my face. She strode up to me, and as I had been taught, I kissed her feet in the fantastic black riding boots she wore.
She addressed me. "Slave boy, we are going into the country this afternoon. We are going to show the rustic Chinese women that American men are their footslaves. Grovel along, to the car."
I slunk along on my belly to the car waiting outside. There, I was hoisted into the trunk and the door was closed. The fancy car roared off to who knows where, and it stopped after a long, long ride.
By now it was hot in the mid-afternoon. The trunk was opened and I was yanked out and tossed onto the ground. Around me was a big circle of Chinese women, villagers evidently, gathered to see the humiliation of the Western male oppressor. My Owner got out of the car and stood before me. I kissed her boots. She struck my backside with a whip. The crowd roared like it was a Beatles concert.
She then took 3 of the village women aside. They were all attractive, but different ages. One was around twenty, another about 40, and another about 60, I'd guess. Then I looked up and saw a kind of gallows! As soon as I noticed it, I was dragged towards it, and then up the ladder onto the platform. My Owner, Shen-sha, and the 3 chosen ones, followed.
A rope was attached to the rope which bound my ankles, and then this rope was evidently tossed over some high branch and the end of it was pulled back down. I went up. I was being suspended upside down, by my ankles! I dangled there, while Shen-sha spoke to all the village women who watched and listened with rapt and devoted attention.
On the platform was a very royal looking and comfortable chair with a footrest. I dangled before it at such an angle that my face was right at the level of the footrest. Put some feet there, and I could worship them -- although I was painfully upside down, and naked.
The youngest of the women got into the chair and placed her pretty, bare, dirty feet on the footrest. My face was right there, and my Owner ordered me to kiss her feet. The young woman had a scornful look on her face, and I understood her to say the same: "Kiss my feet, western foot boy! You are inferior to me and now you will show it by worshipping the bottom of my bare feet."
I dangled but kissed the best I could. It was very uncomfortable, but that did not stop my member from responding. She was so bitchy, and her feet were so soft. Then came the whips. The other two women had been given whips, and they lit into me as I hung upside down, trying to kiss the feet of their comrade. I cried out in pain, and my youthful foot queen laughed. "Suffer for me, slave boy," she said. "I want to see you bleed!"
I bounced around a bit, being suspended, but did my best to keep my face on her feet while the others lashed at me. My Owner and all the other female villagers kept chanting as one, "Kiss, lick, kiss, lick."
At last the beating stopped and the young woman got out of the chair. She came by me, grabbed my organ, and squeezed my balls tightly. I cried out again, and the crowd roared its approval again.
The 40-something woman took her place on the throne and the 20-ish woman took her whip. It began again! This woman's feet had more character as befits a woman of greater age, yet they were still somewhat soft and nice. She just glared at me the whole time, saying nothing. Sometimes, she pushed my face with her feet, which sent me backwards like a pendulum. The crowd liked that.
When she was done, she, too, grabbed my balls and squeezed. The villagers shouted as if Rocky had just won the match. Then came the 60-year-old woman. She took the throne, and said, in surprisingly perfect English,
"I have waited my whole life for a white man to suffer at my feet and be a slave for my amusement. Your people have put my people down for so long that I can't wait for you to taste the dirt of my bare soles and thank me for the privilege! You are good for nothing but to kiss feet and lick ass and to be our slave forever! Commence the beating!"
It was very painful now, being upside down all this time, all the blood rushing toward my real head, yet trying to please these sadistic women of the East. I licked her soles and kissed her heel, I kissed her toes and caressed the weary balls of her feet with my tongue and lips while she had a satisfied, domineering look on her face. She was 60, but she was very attractive, even sexy for her age. Her feet were not smooth, but they, too, had character and demanded respect.
At long last, my beatings were over. I was left to dangle, and the last woman also took my scrotum and grabbed it in full view of all the village women. Then suddenly I was "cut down," and fell hard onto the platform floor. Luckily my neck was not hurt. The oldest woman got on my chest, and looked down on me grinning. The middle aged woman came and put her foot on my neck. The youngster came and stood on my stomach area, letting gravity take her heels deeply into my abdomen. My Owner came and stepped on my genitals.
She yelled, "Here is where white men will be when we are finished! This is their destiny! This is OUR destiny!" As the multitude cheered incessantly, I passed out, even as I felt the taste of toes pushing their way past my lips into my mouth for worship.
I woke up in the early morning because one of my Owner's surrogates lashed me with a whip. In well-accustomed pain, I arose from my cot on the floor and crawled to the woman who had whipped me. She wasn't far away. As trained, I kissed the top of each of her sandaled feet. When she bent down so I could see the whip she had stunned me with, I strained upwards and kissed its handle. In Chinese I mumbled, "Thank you for waking me into another day of glorious servitude." I then kissed the woman's sandals again and crawled off to my shower in silence. It was just beginning to dawn.
I showered and ate my meager rations. Then I went back out to the fields. Perhaps I should say, the yard. Her fields were the back yard of the huge estate into which I had been cast some time ago. I was the slave labor. Licking the luscious soles of her bare feet was not enough for her; she needed to put me to economic use and to make me a true slave who sweated and toiled for his master. As the sun rose I plucked weeds from the ground and pruned back vines where pruning was needed. I watered and planted, chopped and dressed all sorts of vegetation and crops. At least I was alone, save for the overseer who was never far away, bull whip in hand, sunglasses perched on her proud, haughty Chinese face, disinterested. I seldom gave her opportunity to whip me, as I kept busy at a good pace. I knew what to do. No rest. No attitude. Just blind obedience.
From a window in the fortress, my Owner gazed out onto the field and saw her white American slave boy, working to make her money. Working to please her. Working to avoid punishment and sadistic torture. She smiled a little and got warm inside, thinking about her plans for him. Just thinking about them tingled her vortex, and she brought herself to orgasm. Meanwhile, I soldiered on outside, basically oblivious, hoping only for a chance smell and kiss her divine feet today. That would make it all worthwhile, for her feet truly were magnificent and her overbearing demeanor worthy of a sex tyrant.
I got my lunch of rice and tofu, but was surprised when after lunch the whip woman put her hand on shoulder in a commanding way. I knelt down on the floor. She put my hands behind my back and roped them together; then she tied my ankles together. I had been trained not to resist; where would I go anyway?
My Owner entered the room, and the whip woman pushed me onto the ground, onto my face. She strode up to me, and as I had been taught, I kissed her feet in the fantastic black riding boots she wore.
She addressed me. "Slave boy, we are going into the country this afternoon. We are going to show the rustic Chinese women that American men are their footslaves. Grovel along, to the car."
I slunk along on my belly to the car waiting outside. There, I was hoisted into the trunk and the door was closed. The fancy car roared off to who knows where, and it stopped after a long, long ride.
By now it was hot in the mid-afternoon. The trunk was opened and I was yanked out and tossed onto the ground. Around me was a big circle of Chinese women, villagers evidently, gathered to see the humiliation of the Western male oppressor. My Owner got out of the car and stood before me. I kissed her boots. She struck my backside with a whip. The crowd roared like it was a Beatles concert.
She then took 3 of the village women aside. They were all attractive, but different ages. One was around twenty, another about 40, and another about 60, I'd guess. Then I looked up and saw a kind of gallows! As soon as I noticed it, I was dragged towards it, and then up the ladder onto the platform. My Owner, Shen-sha, and the 3 chosen ones, followed.
A rope was attached to the rope which bound my ankles, and then this rope was evidently tossed over some high branch and the end of it was pulled back down. I went up. I was being suspended upside down, by my ankles! I dangled there, while Shen-sha spoke to all the village women who watched and listened with rapt and devoted attention.
On the platform was a very royal looking and comfortable chair with a footrest. I dangled before it at such an angle that my face was right at the level of the footrest. Put some feet there, and I could worship them -- although I was painfully upside down, and naked.
The youngest of the women got into the chair and placed her pretty, bare, dirty feet on the footrest. My face was right there, and my Owner ordered me to kiss her feet. The young woman had a scornful look on her face, and I understood her to say the same: "Kiss my feet, western foot boy! You are inferior to me and now you will show it by worshipping the bottom of my bare feet."
I dangled but kissed the best I could. It was very uncomfortable, but that did not stop my member from responding. She was so bitchy, and her feet were so soft. Then came the whips. The other two women had been given whips, and they lit into me as I hung upside down, trying to kiss the feet of their comrade. I cried out in pain, and my youthful foot queen laughed. "Suffer for me, slave boy," she said. "I want to see you bleed!"
I bounced around a bit, being suspended, but did my best to keep my face on her feet while the others lashed at me. My Owner and all the other female villagers kept chanting as one, "Kiss, lick, kiss, lick."
At last the beating stopped and the young woman got out of the chair. She came by me, grabbed my organ, and squeezed my balls tightly. I cried out again, and the crowd roared its approval again.
The 40-something woman took her place on the throne and the 20-ish woman took her whip. It began again! This woman's feet had more character as befits a woman of greater age, yet they were still somewhat soft and nice. She just glared at me the whole time, saying nothing. Sometimes, she pushed my face with her feet, which sent me backwards like a pendulum. The crowd liked that.
When she was done, she, too, grabbed my balls and squeezed. The villagers shouted as if Rocky had just won the match. Then came the 60-year-old woman. She took the throne, and said, in surprisingly perfect English,
"I have waited my whole life for a white man to suffer at my feet and be a slave for my amusement. Your people have put my people down for so long that I can't wait for you to taste the dirt of my bare soles and thank me for the privilege! You are good for nothing but to kiss feet and lick ass and to be our slave forever! Commence the beating!"
It was very painful now, being upside down all this time, all the blood rushing toward my real head, yet trying to please these sadistic women of the East. I licked her soles and kissed her heel, I kissed her toes and caressed the weary balls of her feet with my tongue and lips while she had a satisfied, domineering look on her face. She was 60, but she was very attractive, even sexy for her age. Her feet were not smooth, but they, too, had character and demanded respect.
At long last, my beatings were over. I was left to dangle, and the last woman also took my scrotum and grabbed it in full view of all the village women. Then suddenly I was "cut down," and fell hard onto the platform floor. Luckily my neck was not hurt. The oldest woman got on my chest, and looked down on me grinning. The middle aged woman came and put her foot on my neck. The youngster came and stood on my stomach area, letting gravity take her heels deeply into my abdomen. My Owner came and stepped on my genitals.
She yelled, "Here is where white men will be when we are finished! This is their destiny! This is OUR destiny!" As the multitude cheered incessantly, I passed out, even as I felt the taste of toes pushing their way past my lips into my mouth for worship.