footbuoy
05-28-2003, 6:25 PM
A quasi-repost of one of my old stories up on Abel's page, I say quasi because I've updated it and added a little.
Largely fiction, although there is some truth in it ;) See if you can guess the grains in the sandstorm...
Ms Alex's Footslave
It was an achingly hot day, the kind of day where the only sensible thing to do is swim in a river and lie deathly still in the shade, and the sun beat down on my head as I walked towards the tall, white house, wavering in the heat a mile or so off in the distance - as I walked I looked at the scrap of paper I held in my hand, 'Alex O'Connor'. I was looking for Alex O'Connor.
After a few minutes brisk walking along the dry dirt track, the house was looming and I had arrived. A beautiful girl of about my age, with her auburn hair pulled back into a ponytail, and a large pair of sunglasses, looking very dark against the paleness of her skin, she lounged in a deck chair on the veranda, her bare legs stretched out and her feet up on the rail, the dusty soles facing me.
'Excuse me miss' I said 'I'm looking for Alex O'Connor, is this her house ?'
She peered at me over the top of her sunglasses, revealing a pair of large brown eyes, sparkling with amusement.
'Indeed it is and I am Alex, what is it that you want ?'
My eyes flickered over her bare feet, and the amusement in her eyes seemed to deepen, she flexed her toes and continued her stare as I felt my face redden under my sunburn.
'A-a-are y-y-you looking for a foot s-s-slave ?' I managed to stutter, unable to meet her stare, and fixing my eyes on the wilted grass, stained with the dust of the day.
'Why ? You offering ?' I could feel her raised eyebrow in her voice, and in the silent heat, I could hear the rustle of skin on skin as she flexed her toes again.
'I, uh, yeah. Um, yes.', still not daring to meet the stare, I increased my scrutiny of the brown grass desperately trying to control the shivering that fought it's way through the shimmering heat.
'Oh? How much?', still amused, but with an edge of command, her feet rubbing together as loud as thunder in the silence.
'Nothing..' I presented the wilted grass with a frightened smile, which it ignored.
'Hmmm ... Let me see your technique', the edge of command stronger now, and accompanied by a creak from her chair, as I saw a foot stretched into my vision - I twitched it a worried smile too, and the toes wiggled, seeming as amused as their owner.
'Technique?' I said, suspecting her meaning, but too beaten down by the heat and the amused stare I could still feel burning into the top of my head, to take the chance of being wrong.
'Get down on your knees and show me your devotion' she said smiling as I summoned the courage to flick my eyes up to her face for a moment 'Do you want to be my slave or not?' she pointed at the dust in front of the lowest step with her toes.
I didn't bother to reply, instead I knelt heavily in the dust, causing a cloud of it to swirl up around my waist, and reached out with shaking hands to take her foot, she rested the other on my shoulder.
I began to worship her foot, she obviously hadn't washed them recently, they were covered in a layer of soft brown dust, and they smelt delicious - sweat mingling with the dust.
I stayed frozen there for a few minutes just breathing in the scent, however I was brought sharply back to my senses by a sharp kick in the head, 'Concentrate, if I choose to reward you then you'll be allowed to smell, for now just clean my feet', the command was like a whip, her amusement evaporated as quickly as puddles on the scorching tarmac.
Mumbling apologies I quickly obeyed, I decided that I would simply clean the dirt from her feet as quickly as possible, I began by stroking her soles with long slow strokes of my tongue, her soles free of muck I moved onto her toes, after a brief lick I sucked them carefully, on her middle toe she wore a toe ring, in order to clean her toes fully I sucked it off and swilled it around in my cheeks for a few seconds before pushing it back onto her toe with my lips, a swift lick of the tops of her feet and my task was complete.
I lay with my face pressed into the dust, one foot arching across the back on my head, the other pressing into my back, awaiting her verdict.
'Well slave, you're not very good: you're undisciplined, rude and you have no technique, however, you have the proper enthusiasm', this time is was the amusement that stung.
'You'll need training of course, but I think I'll have you - you may call me Mistress, or Ms Alex.'
'Thank you... Mistress.' I mumbled into the dust, remembering the Mistress at the last moment and feeling a twinge of fear in my stomavh.
'Get up, and take off your trainers, you're going barefoot from now on. Oh, and put this on..', something jingled as it struck the ground, and I felt her feet lift from me - I picked up the jingling thing, which turned out to be a blue collar with a bell, and strapped it about my neck, blinking dust from my eyes.
I handed her my trainers.
'Go to this address' She said handing me a scrap of paper 'And say I sent you'.
I started walking, hastened by a swift kick in the rear, the address was on the other side of town so I jogged and arrived in no time, though I was limping by the time I arrived from the scorched tarmac against my bare feet.
This house was squat and a deep blue, with ivy twisting up the wood-panelled wall.
As I walked up to the door I wondered what awaited me within.
Largely fiction, although there is some truth in it ;) See if you can guess the grains in the sandstorm...
Ms Alex's Footslave
It was an achingly hot day, the kind of day where the only sensible thing to do is swim in a river and lie deathly still in the shade, and the sun beat down on my head as I walked towards the tall, white house, wavering in the heat a mile or so off in the distance - as I walked I looked at the scrap of paper I held in my hand, 'Alex O'Connor'. I was looking for Alex O'Connor.
After a few minutes brisk walking along the dry dirt track, the house was looming and I had arrived. A beautiful girl of about my age, with her auburn hair pulled back into a ponytail, and a large pair of sunglasses, looking very dark against the paleness of her skin, she lounged in a deck chair on the veranda, her bare legs stretched out and her feet up on the rail, the dusty soles facing me.
'Excuse me miss' I said 'I'm looking for Alex O'Connor, is this her house ?'
She peered at me over the top of her sunglasses, revealing a pair of large brown eyes, sparkling with amusement.
'Indeed it is and I am Alex, what is it that you want ?'
My eyes flickered over her bare feet, and the amusement in her eyes seemed to deepen, she flexed her toes and continued her stare as I felt my face redden under my sunburn.
'A-a-are y-y-you looking for a foot s-s-slave ?' I managed to stutter, unable to meet her stare, and fixing my eyes on the wilted grass, stained with the dust of the day.
'Why ? You offering ?' I could feel her raised eyebrow in her voice, and in the silent heat, I could hear the rustle of skin on skin as she flexed her toes again.
'I, uh, yeah. Um, yes.', still not daring to meet the stare, I increased my scrutiny of the brown grass desperately trying to control the shivering that fought it's way through the shimmering heat.
'Oh? How much?', still amused, but with an edge of command, her feet rubbing together as loud as thunder in the silence.
'Nothing..' I presented the wilted grass with a frightened smile, which it ignored.
'Hmmm ... Let me see your technique', the edge of command stronger now, and accompanied by a creak from her chair, as I saw a foot stretched into my vision - I twitched it a worried smile too, and the toes wiggled, seeming as amused as their owner.
'Technique?' I said, suspecting her meaning, but too beaten down by the heat and the amused stare I could still feel burning into the top of my head, to take the chance of being wrong.
'Get down on your knees and show me your devotion' she said smiling as I summoned the courage to flick my eyes up to her face for a moment 'Do you want to be my slave or not?' she pointed at the dust in front of the lowest step with her toes.
I didn't bother to reply, instead I knelt heavily in the dust, causing a cloud of it to swirl up around my waist, and reached out with shaking hands to take her foot, she rested the other on my shoulder.
I began to worship her foot, she obviously hadn't washed them recently, they were covered in a layer of soft brown dust, and they smelt delicious - sweat mingling with the dust.
I stayed frozen there for a few minutes just breathing in the scent, however I was brought sharply back to my senses by a sharp kick in the head, 'Concentrate, if I choose to reward you then you'll be allowed to smell, for now just clean my feet', the command was like a whip, her amusement evaporated as quickly as puddles on the scorching tarmac.
Mumbling apologies I quickly obeyed, I decided that I would simply clean the dirt from her feet as quickly as possible, I began by stroking her soles with long slow strokes of my tongue, her soles free of muck I moved onto her toes, after a brief lick I sucked them carefully, on her middle toe she wore a toe ring, in order to clean her toes fully I sucked it off and swilled it around in my cheeks for a few seconds before pushing it back onto her toe with my lips, a swift lick of the tops of her feet and my task was complete.
I lay with my face pressed into the dust, one foot arching across the back on my head, the other pressing into my back, awaiting her verdict.
'Well slave, you're not very good: you're undisciplined, rude and you have no technique, however, you have the proper enthusiasm', this time is was the amusement that stung.
'You'll need training of course, but I think I'll have you - you may call me Mistress, or Ms Alex.'
'Thank you... Mistress.' I mumbled into the dust, remembering the Mistress at the last moment and feeling a twinge of fear in my stomavh.
'Get up, and take off your trainers, you're going barefoot from now on. Oh, and put this on..', something jingled as it struck the ground, and I felt her feet lift from me - I picked up the jingling thing, which turned out to be a blue collar with a bell, and strapped it about my neck, blinking dust from my eyes.
I handed her my trainers.
'Go to this address' She said handing me a scrap of paper 'And say I sent you'.
I started walking, hastened by a swift kick in the rear, the address was on the other side of town so I jogged and arrived in no time, though I was limping by the time I arrived from the scorched tarmac against my bare feet.
This house was squat and a deep blue, with ivy twisting up the wood-panelled wall.
As I walked up to the door I wondered what awaited me within.