Birthday wish

[ladiesinsole]

My sister knew about my fetish, well she would do, as it was me
That told her, well begged to be her foot slave more like. Since then
Not only have I been her foot slave, but she has blackmailed me into
giving her all my pocket money, doing all her chores etc… In short
I had become her total slave.
On my birthday, my mum gave me a bike, I was so happy, I had never had A bike of my own before as we were quite poor.
I went straight out and rode it up and down the road,
As I was passing my house again, Jane (my sister) came out and demanded that i Give her the bike. I said ‘No’ and rode off, ‘I’ll tell Mum, all about you!’ she yelled after me furiously. But I was so determined that I was keeping the bike that I just kept Going.
After 3 hours or so, I headed back home to get some lunch, my mums car was still in the drive which was odd, as she would have normally left for work hours ago.
My mum was waiting for me as I entered the house, she looked very cross. ‘You’ve made me late for work’ she screeched, ‘I’ve been worried sick, Jane told me that you rode off, and that she had threatened to tell me something, I thought you had run away!’
Jane joined us in the hallway now, with a great big smile on her face.
‘Sorry’ I mumbled to my mother.
‘As punishment you are to give your bike to Jane for the ret of the day’
‘Aw mum’ I whined, ‘what am I supposed to do for the day’
‘I left you a little chore in the living room, we’ll talk more later, I’ve got to get to work’ she bent and kissed my forehead, then left for work.
As my mum left, Jane grinned at me and said ‘Happy birthday slave’ and giggled, then she left, on my new bike.

I went into the lounge to see what chore I had been given, and to my shock and horror there was yesterdays news paper lying on the floor, with the boot polish, brushes and polishing rags on it, to the side was all my mothers boots and shoes, 22 pairs.
On the coffee table was a note for me:

Before you start with the shoes you need to finish the following jobs:
1) Dirty dishes from yesterday
2) Dusting
3) Hovering

Then polish each shoe and boot, until it shines like new! If you finish before I get back then start again. I think you should be able to manage to polish each pair at least twice.

I have left Jane in charge, I hear that you are quite used to doing what she tells you.

You should have told me that you wished to be a slave, You know I have lots of things to keep on top of, and a slave will come in very handy!

Don’t be embarrassed or ashamed of you desires, I think it is swell, and will all work out just fine.

Happy birthday SLAVE!!!!

[aussiefootslave]

great story...please continue.....

[smashed]

Nice start. I'm eagerly looking forward to next chapter.

[toejam]

Great story hope there will be more to it
I give it a two thumbs up.

[ladiesinsole]

Sorry this took so long,

I couldn’t have been more shocked, not only had Jane told mum, but mum seemed to be delighted with it. For Gods sake she even called me slave in her note, not to mention she said that ‘a slave WILL come in very handy’, Will, it sounded like she had already claimed me as her slave, with no discussion or anything.

I knew it was pointless rebelling, my mother is the sort of woman who digs her heels in, if I protested she would just make it worse for me.

I done the washing-up from the previous evening, I then heard Jane come back from her ride. ‘Slave!’ she coed from the doorway.
I wasn’t very happy with her to say the least, so I just shouted ’Shut Up, you Bitch!’.
‘That’s right, I am a bitch, but you’ll pay for saying it!’ she sneered back.
‘How, you can’t blackmail me anymore’
‘Well do you still want to be my foot slave?’ Jane asked
This was terrible, even with the childish hatred that I felt for my sister at that time, I was still turned on by the prospect of being her foot slave. I didn’t want to lose my golden opportunity, so I meekly said ’of course mistress’
‘Well, we’ll see, you have been horrid to me, calling me a bitch an all’ she purred, oh no, my heart was sinking, so I immediately sank to my knees and started kissing her muddy trainers, ’Please mistress, please let me be your slave’ I begged.
Jane was smiling, she owned me, and she knew it. ‘Well there will have to be conditions’ she said.
‘Anything, please’ still kissing her trainers.
‘Well firstly, stop calling me mistress’, this took me aback, and I was a little disappointed.
‘It panders to your filthy little fetish a little bit too much.’ She laughed ‘You will call me Miss Jane, at all times, especially in front of mum’
She laid out some more rules:
Doing every thing she says, without protest
Kissing her feet, shoes, boots when ever she came into a room
Giving her anything she wanted (including my new bike)
Then came the killer, ‘You have also got to keep mum sweet on all this’
‘How am I going to do that?’ I asked
‘I’m sure being her slave too, will help’ she laughed.

I made lunch for my sister, then continued with the rest of my chores, while Jane went out on her new bike…

Will continue if you like


ladiesinsole

[toejam]

Hip hip Hurray!! please continue

[smiec3]

It's great storry. For me storry with blackmailed and slavery in family is super. Pleas continue

[tomi]

it is fantastic story, I love it.
Please go on !!!!

greet

[JoePublicUSA]

SUPERB!!!! Please continue! :worship:

[Aramis]

I agree with the above; I enjoy the story and applaud it! Please continue!

[platformsnasics]

Pleeeease continue, ladiesinsole. Excellent story! I'm glad you decided to write a second part.

[Miss_clinton]

Very nice! I hope there is more.

MISTRESS CLINTON

[ladiesinsole]

Thankyou everybody for all the kind words.

I was intending to work more on this, at the weekend, but as a lady has now asked, i feel a slavish duty to work on it straight away.
Hope you dont mind me feeling that Miss Clinton

[ladiesinsole]

PS my yahoo id is gapm28, if you wish to check that i'm working on the story, or if you just want a chat.

[Miss_clinton]

Your welcome....:)

My yahoo Msgr id. is mistress_clinton, feel free to add me to your list.

As far as the story goes, make it as humiliating and dom as possible.

You have a good imagination.

Cheers,

MISTRESS CLINTON

[ladiesinsole]

Thank You,

unfortunately i had already wriiten this part before your request/order? for making 'it as humiliating and dom as possible', but i will try with the next part, if i get a chance i will start on it tonight.

Here's part 3

As I got on with the dusting and hovering, my head was swimming, with thoughts of what would happen tonight, what would my mother do with me, was she just having a laugh today, or did she intend on this lasting longer. Whatever her intention, I knew to keep being my sisters slave, I would have to convince my mother to accept my slavery too.
I had soon finished the dusting and hovering, and went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea, before starting the degrading job of polishing mums shoes and boots. I sat at the kitchen table, drinking my tea, but something terrible happened, I must have fallen asleep.
It was now 5:30, mum would be home soon, I panicked, running into the lounge I grabbed the brushes and started polishing the first pair, they were knee length black leather, with a little 1” stiletto heel. They had obviously not been cleaned or polished in a long time, I had to apply many layers of polish to get rid of old scuff marks, all in all it took about 15minutes, just to get them looking half decent, I was in trouble her note had said ‘polish each shoe and boot, until it shines like new!’. I knew I didn’t have time to do the job any better though, so I turned to the next pair, but as I did so I heard the front door open, and mum called out in a giggly voice ‘Slave, come here slave’, it was so embarrassing, but what could I do.
I went into the hallway, to great my mother, but she was still standing on the step outside.
“Jane told me that she makes you be her door mat sometimes” she smiled, nodding to the piece of carpet just in front of the door. I knew what to do, I quickly lied face down on the carpet at her feet, it was scary, as she was wearing her work stilettos, no one had ever trampled me in stilettos before.
“Oh no, I want to see your face for this” mum purred.
Reluctantly I rolled over, I was getting really scared now, she must have noticed “don’t worry, I wont hurt you……………………..Much” she laughed as she carelessly climbed onto my small chest.
The pressure was immense, my mum wasn’t a big lady, very slim actually, but I was hardly the toughest kid on the block.
She lifted her right foot, leaving her left planted on my chest, wow I was hurting now, then she skimmed the sole across my belly about five times (wiping them clean on my t-shirt). She turned 180 degrees, so she was facing the door and her feet were the other way around, and then proceeded to wipe her left foot on my belly.
She then stepped off backwards, so she was still facing me. At this point I doubled up with the pain. “Don’t be so silly” she chided in a mumsy tone of voice.
“Take it off” she demanded, offering me her right shoe. I removed her shoe, and the pungent smell hit me like a brick. They weren’t pleasant smelling like Jane’s. Well they wouldn’t be, she had been standing in the saloon all day, she worked as a hairdresser, in fact she was the manager of the saloon.
She told me to welcome her home by kissing her feet, I of course complied, but from this angle I could only reach her sole, it was hot and moist, not very pleasant to kiss, but what choice did I have, if I wanted to stay as Jane’s slave. We repeated the process with her left shoe and foot, which was no better at all.

“OK slave, your first chore tonight will be to make me a nice relaxing pot of tea”
“Yes mum” I said
she paused, thinking, I don’t think she liked me calling her mum, not under these circumstances, she raised her eyebrows.
“Yes Mistress” I corrected myself.
“That’s better” she said, “You can serve tea in the lounge, I’m going to check your work!”
My heart sank, I had forgotten about the shoes, what would she say…

...to be continued, if you are still all happy with the plot

[Heckron]

oh, OH, VERY HAPPY with the plot! I can't wait for the next part!

Heckron

[tomi]

great
I'm waiting for more!!

[toejam]

very happy with the plot keep up the great story:D

[Miss_clinton]

Thank you!

MISTRESS CLINTON

[ladiesinsole]

You really are more than welcome, have started a new thread for part 4

Many regards
LadiesInsole

[Wokon by]

ladiesinsole.

What can I say.. wonderful work.. I know I speak for many as i find unfinished work. this may be a classic when finished

[equidum]

Very good story! I'm sure that a big share of the current 200 million slaves on this planet (Sce : The UNO ) actually are family slaves! More girls than boys :-(( and usually lent or leased to an aunt, cousin, and more in emergent countries than in Europe/US.....but still enslaved by their family!

THKS in advance for all your next installments

Equidum

[stivalo]

great story... i like that!!!

please, go on :)

[reflux]

wow, great story :D i love it :) keep going, please

[EXPLORATORE]

That's all?? What about the story??:blush:

[theonecoral1]

One of the best series stories ever written.

I wonder if the author wrote more chapters, or similar stories :confused::confused::confused:

[jpstingers]

yup please keep it going, great story! I also like how you keep each part nice and short and to the point without a lot of boring build up, the length is perfect!

cheers
JP

[celomenot]

nice story. next story maybe about young daughter dominating her mother? What do you think?

[ichabod]

i ALSO ENCOURAGE YOU to continue and to cater to Mistress Clinton's wishes. I will add her to my list of those "to be adored"

[cycollegeman]

Does anyone have the full story?

[ichabod]

Part 3 appeared once connected to my quick reply but now I can't get it AND what about part for and on... a great story like this can't be allowed to die!!!

[ladiesinsole]

The reason I have not continued it is because since then have learned this is against the rules.

Admins could you please delete the whole thread if you read this, am sorry i ever wrote this now, at the time i was ignorant of the rules, am sorry.