faceseat4jeans
02-03-2010, 6:04 PM
Giving my all for Ginger
I always knew Ginger was conceited and selfish from the first moment I met her.
It was raining hard but I was using my big golf umbrella with the wind gussets
to keep it from being blown inside out, and she was coming towards me on the
sidewalk holding up a flimsy little feminine folding umbrella that looked like
it was ready to fall apart at the next strong wind gust, when our eyes met. I
guess she could tell how much power she had over me from the beginning, because
I saw her beautiful lips curl upwards into a confident smile as she suddenly
held up her palm in front of me. I stopped in my tracks instantly.
"That's a pretty big umbrella you got there, mister!" she said with a
mischievous grin, and when she saw my lips move soundlessly from my nervousness
and awe at the sight of such a beautiful woman before me I saw her smile
broaden. "...and it looks a lot stronger than the flimsy little folding one I
got here that's getting all messed up in this nasty wind, y'know..."
Thinking of saying something clever like "a beautiful woman like you deserves to
always be protected and comfortable, please allow me the privilege of offering
you my umbrella" was too much for my lust-filled mind, and I just mumbled in a
few grunting attempts at speech before simply holding out my umbrella to her as
I stammered "pu...plu...please Miss, take my umbrella, please!"
It was so thrilling for some reason to see her giggle at my fumbling attempt at chivalry, and
when she took the umbrella from my hands and dropped her ruined one to the
ground I just continued to stand there in the pouring rain gazing at her in abject
adoration.
She was now safe and dry under the secure protection of my big umbrella as she
held it over her head, and she took a step back away and continued to giggle
looking at me as I was quickly becoming drenched in the downpour.
It was summer and she was wearing a pair of tight faded cutoff jeans that hugged
her hips and seemed to be a like a second skin encasing her heavenly lower body,
with a loose-fitting faded jeans shirt tucked into her waist that looked so sexy
my eyes were attached to her like magnets. Her perfect size 6 bare feet were
showcased in a pair of strappy golden sandals that laced up her calves,
befitting the Goddess she was in my adoring eyes.
"Hey mister, snap out of it or you're gonna drown out there, hee hee hee!" she
commented with a laugh, and when I again began to mumble - this time with my
mindless apologies - but remained rooted where I stood, she shook her head as if
in disbelief.
"You really are hooked, eh old man?" she casually commented as she looked me
right in the eye as if daring me to deny it, and then she reached into her back
pocket that I'd thought fit too skin tight to contain anything and pulled out a
business card. It said "Goddess Ginger" with a phone number and a simple
statement beneath it: "My wish is your command"
She told me in a very matter-of-fact way that I'd better get out of the rain and
get dried off, casually commenting "it's senseless to be sick if you're a
servant, y'know?" with a playful snicker, then she told me to call her in one
hour before she walked away. Trying to look at my watch through the pounding
rain drops I suddenly became aware of my drenched condition, and ran home.
At this point I should mention that I am a fifty year old man, tall and slim, in
good shape and proud of the comments I often get that I don't look anywhere near
my real age. Ginger looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties,
physically fit, slim and in perfect shape, and from our brief interaction I
knew she was just the type of woman I've always dreamed of...both physically and
personality-wise as well!
From her business card I thought she might be a professional Dominatrix, but I
couldn't believe it from her joyful and carefree demeanor. When I got home and
took a hot shower to lose my chill before I waited to call exactly after one
hour as she'd instructed, I knew from the sound of her delighted giggle when she
answered "hello?" with an expectant but playful tone that I was right in my
thinking.
"You see Freddie, I told you the wimp would call!" I heard Ginger say to someone
else when I identified myself to her as "the lucky guy who got to serve you
earlier by giving you my umbrella", and my heart sank at hearing her degrading
comment as well as the mention of a male name which told me she was with a guy.
Her voice became louder as she must have turned her face back towards the phone
receiver and she spoke to me again: "hey mister, whaddaya say, huh?" When I
hesitantly asked what she was referring to, she replied that she wouldn't give
the card I got from her to many people.
I felt like I was living in one of my dreams as Ginger went on to say that she
had gotten some business cards like the one she gave me as a gag gift, and she
was carrying one to show to her boyfriend for a laugh when we'd had our chance
meeting. "When I saw your reaction to me on the street I thought of the card I
had and just gave it to you spontaneously," she continued, "but if you are
really into serving, we could sure use a couple of six packs of beer here,
y'know?"
At the thought of seeing this young Goddess again my heart leaped with joy, but
my excitement was quickly tempered as I heard her voice more faintly as she must
have moved her mouth away from the phone, saying "Freddie, you want anything
with the beer?"
Desperately wanting to let Ginger know how much I did want to serve her but not
the guy she was with, I knew instinctively that if I voiced that feeling to her
it might ruin the whole situation so I decided to not say anything right away. I
silently hoped that I would have a chance to serve Ginger in private and that
once I'd shown her how sincere and devoted to her pleasure I was it would be
more acceptable to voice my feelings of wanting to serve only her, but I still
cringed as I heard "Freddie" casually comment that he could use a pack of
cigarettes and a big bag of pretzels too, and even specify the specific
cigarettes and European brand of beer he wanted.
Shrugging off the distasteful thought that I was buying the guy expensive beer
and cigarettes with my hard earned money (I was retired on an early buy out
pension from my last job that I could live on okay, but with not too much money
to spare), I jumped in my car and raced to the store to buy the beer and
cigarettes before I rushed to the address I was given by Ginger.
The rain had stopped and I was dressed in casual slacks and a tee shirt I'd once
seen that said "Service with a Smile!"across the front and bought as a joke, but as I walked up to the front door I thought the humorous slogan fit perfectly.
Now, how could I let Ginger know my desires of servitude were meant
for her and her alone?
All my thinking stopped abruptly as the door opened and Ginger stood there in
the doorway, even more sexy and superior then I'd remembered her, wearing baggy
but beautifully suggestive grey sweatpants with a tube top barely covering her
pert breasts and leaving her beautifully sexy belly exposed. Looking down, I
noticed her bare feet with her toenails painted a soft rose color, and I almost
melted with desire on the spot.
"Good job Mr. Wimpy, and as a reward for your quick service I'll even allow you
to kiss my feet - after you unpack the beer and serve it to us in a couple of
chilled mugs, hee hee hee!" Ginger said with a squeal of delight at my willing
acceptance of her authority, snapping her fingers and pointing to the kitchen
inside.
"Thank you, Miss Ginger!" I exclaimed happily as I ignored the young stud
sprawled on the couch watching the television and raced into the kitchen to obey
her command. I heard him mutter "what a jerk!" in an obvious reference to me
and saw Ginger sarcastically scold him for his cruel remark as I left the room,
but I quickly forgot about him as I put the mugs in the freezer to frost them
and found a serving tray in the cupboard.
Coming back out into the living room from the kitchen with the serving tray
holding their beers in fresh frosted mugs, I almost spilled it when I saw Ginger
snuggled against Freddie's broad bare chest as they cuddled on the couch
watching something on TV. Regaining my composure, with a deep breath I walked
over to them and dropped to one knee before Ginger. Deciding I would ignore him
and focus my attention on her as I said "here you are, Miss Ginger, just as you
instructed!", I extended the tray towards her and was gratified to see her sweet
smile as she nodded her head in approval towards me as she reached for her beer.
Leaning over to grab his beer mug, Freddie sneered at me as he asked where his
"ciggies" were. Again, I suppressed my instinctive response that they were only
his "ciggies" through my generosity as I mumbled my reply that they were in the
kitchen, but when the young ingrate replied "well asshole, they're sure not
doing me any good in there - go get `em fuckface, before I really do fuck up
your face!"
I was shocked that this young punk would have the nerve to talk to me like that,
and I was about to tell him where he could go with his friggin' ciggies when
Ginger defused the situation with her humorous comment about "...you guys,
always so ready to fight, hee hee!" and sweetly suggested I run and "fetch" the
ciggies. And while you're at it Wimpy, bring out the pretzels too!"
I was tempted to say a number of things, from asking Ginger to please not call
me Wimpy again to requesting some thanks for the stuff I'd bought, but her smile
was so sweet and sexy and her body so incredibly hot that I decided to bide my
time and remain silent for now as I jumped up and did as ordered.
While I was in the kitchen I heard Freddie call out for me to bring an ashtray
too, and with a feeling of resignation I decided to let go of my anger at him
and try to be a good sport to defuse the situation as I placed the cigarettes
and ashtray along with the pretzels on the serving tray and went back out with
my eyes lowered subserviently and once again knelt before them. "Your pretzels
Miss Ginger, and your cigarettes Sir!"
Damn, I hadn't meant for that "Sir" to come out at the end, but when I saw
Ginger's delighted smile I breathed a sigh of relief and was so happy to have
pleased her. Then she announced it was time for my reward "for being such an
obedient wimp" and told me to put the tray down on the coffee table, so I ignored
the degrading "Wimp" usage again and eagerly complied.
Extending her bare foot out towards me, Ginger assumed a refined accent as she
said "for subservience and servility above and beyond the call of wimp-dom, you
may kiss my foot!" Lost in my arousal as I gazed up at this young beauty, I
offered my sincere thanks as I held her foot in my trembling hands and
reverently began kissing.
"Ugh, that's gross babe" Freddie said with a sneer, and Ginger let out another
delightful giggle as she agreed that her feet were soiled from being out in the
rain in her sandals..."but Mr. wimpy doesn't mind, does he?" she asked playfully
as she glanced down at me even as she snuggled deeper into Freddy's comfy
embrace. I meekly shook my head no and looked down in shame.
As if to test her power, Ginger commented that she would take a shower later but
for now could use a nice foot bath. Looking down at me, her expression got
serious as she said "get that tongue busy, wimp, you can thank me for the
privilege later!" Something snapped inside of me and I lost all my inhibitions
as I moved my mouth to her foot and began lightly licking her high arch, and I
felt my face turn red as Freddie made snorting pig sounds and expressed his
feelings of disgust.
Each command from Ginger, like "get that tongue between my toes, there's some
tasty toe jam in there for you!" and "work that tongue on my sole harder,
stupid!" just seemed to dig me deeper into my den of degradation, and even when
they started kissing I just struggled to keep my mouth on her precious foot as
it kept moving while I continued to lap like the loser I had become.
I overheard their conversation and was aware that he was trying to get Ginger to
give him a blow job, and I prayed she would tell him to go fuck himself as I
continued performing my subservient slurping. Instead, I was horrified to hear her
agree with the stipulation that "I don't swallow, remember!"
Now I was lying flat on my stomach as I continued giving Ginger her foot bath even as
she was on her knees with her face bobbing up and down over Freddie's crotch while
he sat back on the couch with a superior smile on his conceited face.
I knew it was just a matter of time and when I heard Ginger's squeal and saw
Freddie's hands quickly hold her head in place while his hips humped in spasms
of spurts I was horrified. Well, at least this would show her what kind of
arrogant asshole he was, I thought, and I looked forward to driving Ginger home
as I consoled her hurt feelings from his demeaning action.
Instead, when I looked up to see Ginger's face with bulging cheeks lift from
Freddie's spent form as he collapsed back on the couch, only to point at my
mouth as she used her fingers to signal me to open wide, I knew I was about to
sink to the lowest depths of dehumanization as I truly gave my all in submission
to Ginger and became her human douche bag!:barf2:
###
Giving my all for Ginger, Part 2
It all happened so quickly, I just instinctively opened my mouth wide at
Ginger's silent motioned command, and when her lips parted and the big load of
Freddie's jizm dropped out and landed against the back of my throat I swallowed
it all reflexively in one big disgusting gulp!:blush:
"Good job, wimpy!" Ginger exclaimed happily as Freddie commented that he
couldn't believe what a sorry ass loser I was. "He knows his place at least, I
give the asshole that much, anyway" he added with a snort of superior
satisfaction as he reclined, pulling Ginger back into his arms.
I was swallowing repeatedly to keep from gagging as I tasted the remaining
residue of Freddie's slimy semen slide down my throat, and I knew I had to say
or do something but my feelings of shame and fear of Freddie's earlier threats
enforced my continued silence. Then Ginger pinched my cheek like one would a
child as she praised my obedient service, and gazing into this young goddess's
bright smile gave me hope as I forgot my shame and thrilled to her compliments.
Ginger's smile turned mischievous as she ordered me to hold the tray up with the
ashtray and pretzels on it so they could reach it easily, and lit cigarettes for
herself and Freddie as she leaned back into his broad embrace. "See honey, I
told you the wimp would come in handy" she said with a giggle as she again snuggled
against Freddie's chest, and I was offended when I heard him express his
continuing misgivings about my being there. Here I had bought him the beer and
cigarettes he'd asked for and served them both like a slave, and he wasn't even
grateful - the nerve of this arrogant young punk!
Feeling determined to preserve my connection with this young beauty and hoping
that through my continued obedience to her whims I'd earn her affection and
preference over this dumb jock,
I concentrated on holding the tray out for their convenience even as my arms
started to get tired.
"Aww, whats the matter, are Mr. Wimpy’s arms getting tired?" Ginger said with a
sadistic smile as she watched the tray start to tremble from my weakening
muscles. "I'm sorry Miss Ginger, I am trying my best, but..." I said in a
pitiful whimper as I hoped for her permission to put the tray down. Instead,
Freddie sat up and looked at me with a sneer and suddenly ordered me to put the tray
down and "assume the position" on my hands and knees before them. My feelings
of resentment towards this arrogant young man rose up again and I hesitated
obeying his command as I looked over at Ginger with a pleading expression.
"What are you waiting for, wimpy, your master just gave you an order!" Ginger
said as she glanced at me with a mocking expression of exasperation, and I knew
if I continued to hesitate the whole situation would fall apart, so I quickly
made a decision to continue to play the role of being subservient towards them
both as I instinctively realized it would probably be my only chance to maintain
my involvement with Ginger.
Once I assumed the position Freddie had ordered me into, on my hands and knees
before them as they reclined on the couch, Ginger placed the serving tray
holding the ashtray on my back and announced that I was now their "timid table".
When I gave her a silent pleading look Freddie noticed and ordered my eyes to
focus on the ground in front of me and to "just shut the fuck up!", commenting
"tables don't talk, right babe?" Ginger snickered with satisfaction and looked
at Freddie with admiration as my sadness simmered in my silent state, reduced to
an inanimate piece of furniture for their frivolous fun.
I was burning up with jealousy and envy as I tore my eyes from the two of them
even as they resumed snuggling on the couch, but I knew if I said anything it
would just make matters worse, so I resolved to remain in my silent status as a
piece of human furniture for their convenience and amusement.
They seemed to both forget about me even being there as they first got into
watching the tube for awhile, and then I could hear them getting "frisky"
leading to a hot session of sex while I maintained my status on my hands and
knees in front of them. Realizing this could be a test that Ginger was using to
see how obedient I could be to her and anticipating nothing but anger and abuse
from Freddie if I said or did anything but continue my inanimate status, I tried
to focus on my breathing and counting to occupy my mind as I resolved to be the
best "timid table" I could for Ginger's amusement and benefit - I felt it was my
only hope to salvage any chance with her.
It seemed like an eternity but probably was only a few hours before, with my
eyes still locked on the floor in front of me, I heard Freddie get up with
Ginger in his arms (I resisted turning my head to look but heard her squeal of
delight and comment how strong his arms were). Freddie's promises of a night of
hot sex until she couldn't take anymore pleasure had Ginger eager and excited,
but as I heard them walk away presumably towards the bedroom she must have
suddenly remembered me and told him to "stop for a sec..."
"Good job, timid table, now get lost! Oh, but be back at nine tomorrow morning
with our breakfasts - I'll call the order in to the corner diner and tell them
you'll be picking it up at 8:45, you got that?" Ginger said as she looked over
Freddie's shoulder down at me. Feelings of outrage and shame welled up inside
of me as I felt tears of self pity overflow my eyes, but when I gazed over at
her delicious bare feet and remembered the joy of worshiping them earlier I
mentally grit my teeth and answered as I knew I had to, with a soft "yes,
Goddess, your wish is my command!" before I left "with my tail between my legs"
- while another part of my anatomy was arching achingly up towards my belly from
my crotch with twinges of unrequited lust!
###
Giving my all for Ginger, Part 3
What an agonizing night of despair and indecision I had after leaving Ginger
with that ungrateful young lout Freddie at his place. My despair arose from my
unrequited desire and devotion for the young and beautiful, and oh so superior
and sexy Ginger, an attraction that seemed fueled and magnified by her seeming
callous disregard for my feelings as she flaunted her infidelity in my face!
Hardest for me to deal with, though, was my unaccountable feelings of arousal at
being the recipient of such awful treatment. Perhaps my lust-crazed brain was
driven insane by the arrogant abuse, but in my mind Ginger's confident attitude
towards me said in effect that she realized my attraction and surrender to her was
so complete and unconditional that she knew she could take it for granted and
basically disregard my feelings completely without fear of losing my
unquestioning obedience - and my aching “area of arousal” attested to the truth
of her majestic measure of my mediocrity!
The indecision lasted but for a moment, as I realized that if I didn't follow
Ginger's orders to return and pick up their breakfast the next morning I would
forfeit any chance I might have for remaining connected to the sexy and
seductive Ginger. Even though I was being treated increasingly worse and worse,
I felt if I gave up whatever slim chance I might have with Ginger I would never
forgive myself, and I suddenly has an idea that was so clever I was proud of
myself for having thought of it.
The next morning I was at the diner Ginger had ordered me to get their breakfast
from bright and early, dressed in a pair of pressed black slacks with shined
shoes and a crisply ironed white shirt and black bow tie, an old outfit I had
from my past bartending and waitering days. Realizing I wouldn't win if I tried
to compete for Ginger's attention and affection with Feckless Freddie head on,
so to speak, I decided with a brilliant flash of insight (if I do say so myself)
that I could use reverse psychology to win the day - and the heart of the lovely
Goddess Ginger!
Heading for the area marked pickup for outgoing orders, I stood there nervously
for a few minutes while the waiters and waitresses rushed by with their work.
Clearing my throat loudly to get some attention, I was finally noticed by the
young attractive waitress as she was walking by. "Yeah, you pickin' up an
order?" she asked in a curt and arrogant tone, and I was put off by her attitude
at first. When I explained that yes, I was there to pick up a breakfast order
for three that was phoned in and I was told would be ready a smile spread across
her face that got me feeling very nervous suddenly for some reason.
"Hey, you may be the guy that the caller said she sent to pick up the breakfast
order, and it's for two by the way, but I was told to make sure you identify
yourself to be certain we give the order to the right person. What's your name,
mister?" the waitress asked with a smile that turned into a sneer as she stared
at me, and when I told her my name she shook her head. "Nope, that ain't the
name she called the guy she said would pick it up...you wanna try again,
mister?"
The way she and now the other waitress who had come over were looking at me, I
somehow knew they were aware of my subservient status, and I started stammering
nervously some gibberish pleading for her to give me the breakfast orders.
Turning to the other young lady, she commented loudly that Ginger told her the
chump she was sending to pick up the breakfasts for her and her boyfriend was
such a loser that he was not only fetching the orders but even paying for both
of them. "I guess that's how he got his name, that's the wimpiest thing I ever
heard of a guy doing - and just look at the fool, he's old enough to be Ginger
and Freddie's father instead of servin' as their wimpy gofer, ha ha ha!"
I stared down at the floor as I felt my face turn red with shame, realizing now
what the waitress wanted to hear me say. With the only other option of running
out of the diner without the breakfast orders out of the question, I took a deep
breath and raised my eyes to look into the mocking expressions of the two
waitresses as I said "my name is Mr. Wimpy, alright! Now could I please have
the breakfast orders?"
Out of exasperation I had raised my voice so that I almost shouted my words, and
when heads turned and they both started laughing hysterically my shame deepened
as I shifted from foot to foot nervously. "You are too much girl, where do you
find these weirdos?" the other waitress said with a giggle before she walked
off, but the first waitress wasn't through tormenting me yet.
"Hey, are you yelling at me, Mr. Wimpy? `Cause I don't think Ginger is gonna be
too happy when I tell her you yelled at me, y'know?" I quickly apologized and
asked for the food again, wanting only to leave that embarrassing situation as
soon as possible and bring the breakfast orders back to Ginger before they got
cold, but the waitress must have realized the power she had over me as she
placed her hands on her hips and assumed a wide stance as she declared "I don't
think so, Mr. Wimpy, at least not until I get a proper and humble apology from
you first!"
The takeout area where we were standing was off to the side so we were not
noticed as our momentary standoff continued. I babbled out some quick comments
about how sorry I was and how I didn't mean to yell at or offend her in any way,
but her sneer turned into a sadistic smile as she snapped her fingers and
pointed to the floor in front of her as she announced softly enough for others
not to hear "talk is cheap, Mr. Wimpy, Ginger told me she literally had you
kneeling down and not only kissing her feet but thanking her for the privilege,
now that's the same show of respect I'm waitin' for, old man!"
The shame of the situation was almost more than I could bear, and her final
comment calling me an old man dug the torturous dagger of degradation even
deeper, but with a sense of resignation I slowly dropped to my knees and lowered
my head to her dirty white sneakers and kissed each one as I once again
expressed my apologies. Suddenly one of her sneakers disappeared and in the
next instant I felt it come down heavily on my neck, plastering the side of my
face to the dirty linoleum floor of the diner. Looking up, I saw her hand go to
brace herself on the counter top as her other sneaker stepped all over the side
of my face - she even twisted her ankle while pivoting her sole on my facial
features as if she was putting out a cigarette beneath her sole - ungh!
Finally stepping off and letting me get up, the sadistic little she-devil
remarked how Ginger was right, "...it really is rad to step on a fool's face
that's old enough to be my father, hee hee hee!" Just then the manager came by
and she had to finally just take the money from me and let me leave, to my
relief, and I scurried out the door. Trying to brush the dust and dirt from my
face and clothes as I went down the block to Freddie's place to deliver the
breakfasts I worked on regaining my composure so I could put my plan into
action. Knocking on the door, I renewed my resolve to be the perfect servant
for both Ginger and her boyfriend Fred, allowing him to react as I knew he would
in his arrogant and inconsiderate ways. Yes, with my maturity and patience I
would bide my time until Ginger would realize for herself my unconditional
caring and devotion towards her and it's stark contrast with the loutish and
insensitive attitudes of her selfish stud, and like the parable of the tortoise
and the hare I would win out in the end!:wink2:
###
Giving my all for Ginger, Part 4
I heard Fred's groggy voice through the door asking who was there and when I
answered "Your obedient servant with the breakfast orders, as commanded by Miss
Ginger, Sir!" in my most servile tone I heard him chuckle and call out to Ginger
that she was right. "I gotta give you credit, babe, the wimp showed just like
you said he would, haw haw haw!"
When Fred finally opened the door I was shocked to see him standing there in
just his underwear, but he just waved me in toward the kitchen and told me to
prepare the food on plates with juice from the refrigerator and bring it into
the bedroom on the serving tray on the counter. "Yes Sir, as you command, Sir!"
I replied subserviently, hoping he wouldn't think I was laying it on too thick
and get suspicious, but he just turned his back to me and headed for the
bedroom.
Entering the bedroom and seeing Ginger and Fred's naked bodies kissing on the
bed half under the covers and seemingly oblivious to my presence, I lowered my
eyes in shame and embarrassment as I knelt down beside the bed holding the food
tray. When they finally came up for air Ginger flashed a mischievous smile at
me as she took the tray from my hands and placed it on the bed between them.
"You see Freddie, I told you Mr. Wimpy here would come in handy - and it's such
a turn on for me to degrade this old fart and flaunt in his face what a real man
gets from me, and what he never will, hee hee hee!" My inner pain intensified
when Fred grudgingly agreed that it was a trip "...taking advantage of the old
fart!"
Oh no! I didn't care what Fred said or felt about me, but prayed silently that
Ginger was just show boating for Freddie's sake and didn't really mean what she
said about her low opinion of me. Despite my thoughts of despair I was feeling
turned on as well for some reason, and I hoped this arousal I and Ginger both
felt from the charged situation could become a bond between us as we related on
a deep, intimate level that she could never approach with that insensitive
ingrate Fred.
Well, I did continue in my role as their servant that evening, and even though I
was incredibly aroused by my close proximity to their frenzied fucking as
Freddie's prodigious pounding elicited waves of passionate pleasure and wanton
wailing from Ginger, I remained conspicuously clothed and in my servant status
in relation to my stark naked superiors throughout the evening.
Between sessions of sex, I waited on them both hand and foot as they both
casually commanded me to serve them in various ways, and it seemed the more
demeaning the better! "Yo' wimpy, fetch me another beer and hold that bowl of
pretzels up so's I can reach it, and be quick about it!" Ginger said with a
snicker as she nestled in Freddie's enveloping embrace, and I answered adoringly
and obeyed with abject adoration as I felt lost in a fantasy of being a devoted
foot slave and servant to this young goddess. Then my fantasy was shattered as
Freddie added his order for another brew as well and I was forced to respond to
his curt command subserviently as well to stay in character.
By the end of the evening when I was told by Ginger to "get lost, you wimpy
wuss, hee hee hee!" I was so sexually frustrated that I planned to rush home to
jack off repeatedly to memories of my subjugation to Ginger and her superior
feet, but just before I left she called me back to her. Here it is, finally I
thought, and when Ginger looked deep into my eyes I felt like I was melting into
a puddle of liquid lust as she softly said "well done, wimpy!" Fred remarked
that I was a disgrace to mankind and said with a snarl that I'd probably rub
myself raw pumpin' my puny little pecker all night:lildog:, and as I felt my shame rise
once again Ginger announced that she had thought of that and was ordering me not
to masturbate so as not to defile and dirty my thoughts of her.
I knew Fred was right about what I would do as soon as I got home even as I
swore to Ginger that I would obey her command as I had all the others she gave
that evening, but then suddenly she pulled out a pink plastic contraption from
her bag and giggled as she explained to Fred that she had purchased a present
for me "...to help me with my willpower." I was shocked and dismayed when she
ordered me to drop my pants and I realized what it was - a chastity device!:tear:
Now I was really screwed, and I unfortunately didn't mean literally! Having
promised Ginger that I wouldn't defile her spiritually by masturbating to
memories of her when I got home, how could I object to her having me put on this
infernal contraption that was ingenuous in it's effectiveness. I had no choice
but to thank her for the gift even as I strapped it on, and I cringed inside
when Ginger commented to Fred that the saleslady in the kinky sex emporium store
had assured her that it would make the wearer "...even more docile and eager to
please then the fool has to be to obey your command to wear this in the first
place, 'cause now you totally control their sex life!"
Sure enough, when Ginger had me kiss her feet goodbye and remarked that she had
an itch between her little toe and the next, my first thought was a hope that
she'd order me to "scratch her itch" with my tongue, followed by my arousal,
followed by...OUCH! Pain exploded in my crotch area as my penis began to become
erect, only to meet the immovable barrier of my pink plastic prison!
Falling forward onto my face from the unexpected agony, Ginger's foot prodded my
lips as she spoke in an innocent voice: "What's wrong wimpy, don't you want to
serve your goddess? Gosh, what kind of foot slave are you, laying down on the
job like that?" Her sarcastic words fueled my arousal even more, and I writhed
in pain on the floor at their feet as Ginger and Fred laughed and embraced above
me in their sadistically superior stance.
"Get the door for me, will'ya babe, it's time to throw out the garbage, heh heh
heh" Freddie said as he bent over and grabbed the back of my collar and the seat
of my pants in his powerful clenched hands. "No, plea..please, sir, I'll
leave!" I exclaimed as he lifted my body up easily and carried me over to the
door even as Ginger giggled while opening it. I was completely helpless as Fred
prepared to heave me out the door when Ginger told him to wait a second, and had
him turn my suspended body towards her. "Nighty-nite Mr. Wimpy, I know at least
one part of you that'll be sleeping tight, hee hee hee!" she said with her
sweetly sadistic laugh, then she fingered a silver charm on her bracelet that I
suddenly realized was the key to my chastity belt!
The next thing I knew my body was flying out the door to land in a heap on the
sidewalk outside - whomp! Stumbling to my feet, Ginger's last words before the
door was slammed in my face was that she'd be in touch, and that from now on I
had to respond to the beeper she'd given me within sixty seconds and be on my
knees at her superior feet within ten minutes, or a week would be added each
time to the days I'd have to wait to be released - SLAM!
Dragging my tired body home, I was too exhausted to think much about my new life
situation now that I was for all intents and purposes truly at Ginger's beck and
call, but when I started visualizing her perfect feet and recalled how she'd
called me her foot slave and herself a goddess the familiar feeling of
excitement came over me again, and I started to smile at the sweet memory
until...OUCH! I froze in mid-stride and crumpled to the ground in powerful pangs
of pain as the unstoppable growth of my puny penis met the immovable boundary
that was the hot pink hell of my cruel chastity cage.
"Hey mister, are you okay? Can I hel...hey, Walter, is that you?" I heard a
familiar female voice exclaim. Oh no, I recognized that voice and a volcano of
emotions erupted within me. It was submissive Sally, my nickname for a woman I
used to date that was devoted to me and doted on my every whim when we used to
go out in the past. Sally had always been a tall and big-boned but very
attractive woman, and we got along very well except for the fact that she
confided in me that she was turned on by being abused and degraded, something I
could not stomach as I'd always idolized women. I felt I really did love her,
but also knew that I would never be comfortable treating her the way Sally said
she needed to be handled, even though I did try at first. Now, as my emotions
churned with the new reality I was trying to digest with Ginger, the last thing
I needed was to have to confront my mixed feelings for Sally, something I
thought was a closed chapter from my past!
As I brushed off her attempts to help me get up, a twinge of disgust went
through me when I realized Sally must be getting excited from my dismissive
attitude towards her and I shook my head in mental disapproval. I told her I
was okay but she insisted we stop in a nearby coffee shop to talk a minute and
catch up on old times, and I reluctantly agreed. She looked better than ever,
and I once again silently cursed the gods of arousal that would flaunt in my
face such an ideal woman for me, only to mockingly make her erotic interests
diametrically opposed to my own.
We had just ordered coffee and started talking, and I could already tell her
subservient nickname would still fit her perfectly as she started begging me to
let us try to have a relationship again, when the sudden beeping on my belt
startled me. "Um, sorry Sally, private business..." I said with a hand motion
for her to stay seated as I rose up and walked off a short distance and whipped
out my cell phone, hurriedly dialing Ginger's cell to be sure I was within the
sixty second limit.
"Hello, Mr. Wimpy at your service, Goddess Ginger" I announced into the phone as
I had been instructed to, while I cupped my hand over my mouth to mask my voice
from others hearing it. I heard Fred's laughter in the background and realized
I must have been put on speaker phone for his benefit, then Ginger said she
needed my "servile services" back at Fred's place right away, declaring that it
was urgent so she'd only give me five minutes to be back at his door on my knees
or she'd add a month to the time before she allows me out of her "pecker prison"
before she hung up!
I always knew Ginger was conceited and selfish from the first moment I met her.
It was raining hard but I was using my big golf umbrella with the wind gussets
to keep it from being blown inside out, and she was coming towards me on the
sidewalk holding up a flimsy little feminine folding umbrella that looked like
it was ready to fall apart at the next strong wind gust, when our eyes met. I
guess she could tell how much power she had over me from the beginning, because
I saw her beautiful lips curl upwards into a confident smile as she suddenly
held up her palm in front of me. I stopped in my tracks instantly.
"That's a pretty big umbrella you got there, mister!" she said with a
mischievous grin, and when she saw my lips move soundlessly from my nervousness
and awe at the sight of such a beautiful woman before me I saw her smile
broaden. "...and it looks a lot stronger than the flimsy little folding one I
got here that's getting all messed up in this nasty wind, y'know..."
Thinking of saying something clever like "a beautiful woman like you deserves to
always be protected and comfortable, please allow me the privilege of offering
you my umbrella" was too much for my lust-filled mind, and I just mumbled in a
few grunting attempts at speech before simply holding out my umbrella to her as
I stammered "pu...plu...please Miss, take my umbrella, please!"
It was so thrilling for some reason to see her giggle at my fumbling attempt at chivalry, and
when she took the umbrella from my hands and dropped her ruined one to the
ground I just continued to stand there in the pouring rain gazing at her in abject
adoration.
She was now safe and dry under the secure protection of my big umbrella as she
held it over her head, and she took a step back away and continued to giggle
looking at me as I was quickly becoming drenched in the downpour.
It was summer and she was wearing a pair of tight faded cutoff jeans that hugged
her hips and seemed to be a like a second skin encasing her heavenly lower body,
with a loose-fitting faded jeans shirt tucked into her waist that looked so sexy
my eyes were attached to her like magnets. Her perfect size 6 bare feet were
showcased in a pair of strappy golden sandals that laced up her calves,
befitting the Goddess she was in my adoring eyes.
"Hey mister, snap out of it or you're gonna drown out there, hee hee hee!" she
commented with a laugh, and when I again began to mumble - this time with my
mindless apologies - but remained rooted where I stood, she shook her head as if
in disbelief.
"You really are hooked, eh old man?" she casually commented as she looked me
right in the eye as if daring me to deny it, and then she reached into her back
pocket that I'd thought fit too skin tight to contain anything and pulled out a
business card. It said "Goddess Ginger" with a phone number and a simple
statement beneath it: "My wish is your command"
She told me in a very matter-of-fact way that I'd better get out of the rain and
get dried off, casually commenting "it's senseless to be sick if you're a
servant, y'know?" with a playful snicker, then she told me to call her in one
hour before she walked away. Trying to look at my watch through the pounding
rain drops I suddenly became aware of my drenched condition, and ran home.
At this point I should mention that I am a fifty year old man, tall and slim, in
good shape and proud of the comments I often get that I don't look anywhere near
my real age. Ginger looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties,
physically fit, slim and in perfect shape, and from our brief interaction I
knew she was just the type of woman I've always dreamed of...both physically and
personality-wise as well!
From her business card I thought she might be a professional Dominatrix, but I
couldn't believe it from her joyful and carefree demeanor. When I got home and
took a hot shower to lose my chill before I waited to call exactly after one
hour as she'd instructed, I knew from the sound of her delighted giggle when she
answered "hello?" with an expectant but playful tone that I was right in my
thinking.
"You see Freddie, I told you the wimp would call!" I heard Ginger say to someone
else when I identified myself to her as "the lucky guy who got to serve you
earlier by giving you my umbrella", and my heart sank at hearing her degrading
comment as well as the mention of a male name which told me she was with a guy.
Her voice became louder as she must have turned her face back towards the phone
receiver and she spoke to me again: "hey mister, whaddaya say, huh?" When I
hesitantly asked what she was referring to, she replied that she wouldn't give
the card I got from her to many people.
I felt like I was living in one of my dreams as Ginger went on to say that she
had gotten some business cards like the one she gave me as a gag gift, and she
was carrying one to show to her boyfriend for a laugh when we'd had our chance
meeting. "When I saw your reaction to me on the street I thought of the card I
had and just gave it to you spontaneously," she continued, "but if you are
really into serving, we could sure use a couple of six packs of beer here,
y'know?"
At the thought of seeing this young Goddess again my heart leaped with joy, but
my excitement was quickly tempered as I heard her voice more faintly as she must
have moved her mouth away from the phone, saying "Freddie, you want anything
with the beer?"
Desperately wanting to let Ginger know how much I did want to serve her but not
the guy she was with, I knew instinctively that if I voiced that feeling to her
it might ruin the whole situation so I decided to not say anything right away. I
silently hoped that I would have a chance to serve Ginger in private and that
once I'd shown her how sincere and devoted to her pleasure I was it would be
more acceptable to voice my feelings of wanting to serve only her, but I still
cringed as I heard "Freddie" casually comment that he could use a pack of
cigarettes and a big bag of pretzels too, and even specify the specific
cigarettes and European brand of beer he wanted.
Shrugging off the distasteful thought that I was buying the guy expensive beer
and cigarettes with my hard earned money (I was retired on an early buy out
pension from my last job that I could live on okay, but with not too much money
to spare), I jumped in my car and raced to the store to buy the beer and
cigarettes before I rushed to the address I was given by Ginger.
The rain had stopped and I was dressed in casual slacks and a tee shirt I'd once
seen that said "Service with a Smile!"across the front and bought as a joke, but as I walked up to the front door I thought the humorous slogan fit perfectly.
Now, how could I let Ginger know my desires of servitude were meant
for her and her alone?
All my thinking stopped abruptly as the door opened and Ginger stood there in
the doorway, even more sexy and superior then I'd remembered her, wearing baggy
but beautifully suggestive grey sweatpants with a tube top barely covering her
pert breasts and leaving her beautifully sexy belly exposed. Looking down, I
noticed her bare feet with her toenails painted a soft rose color, and I almost
melted with desire on the spot.
"Good job Mr. Wimpy, and as a reward for your quick service I'll even allow you
to kiss my feet - after you unpack the beer and serve it to us in a couple of
chilled mugs, hee hee hee!" Ginger said with a squeal of delight at my willing
acceptance of her authority, snapping her fingers and pointing to the kitchen
inside.
"Thank you, Miss Ginger!" I exclaimed happily as I ignored the young stud
sprawled on the couch watching the television and raced into the kitchen to obey
her command. I heard him mutter "what a jerk!" in an obvious reference to me
and saw Ginger sarcastically scold him for his cruel remark as I left the room,
but I quickly forgot about him as I put the mugs in the freezer to frost them
and found a serving tray in the cupboard.
Coming back out into the living room from the kitchen with the serving tray
holding their beers in fresh frosted mugs, I almost spilled it when I saw Ginger
snuggled against Freddie's broad bare chest as they cuddled on the couch
watching something on TV. Regaining my composure, with a deep breath I walked
over to them and dropped to one knee before Ginger. Deciding I would ignore him
and focus my attention on her as I said "here you are, Miss Ginger, just as you
instructed!", I extended the tray towards her and was gratified to see her sweet
smile as she nodded her head in approval towards me as she reached for her beer.
Leaning over to grab his beer mug, Freddie sneered at me as he asked where his
"ciggies" were. Again, I suppressed my instinctive response that they were only
his "ciggies" through my generosity as I mumbled my reply that they were in the
kitchen, but when the young ingrate replied "well asshole, they're sure not
doing me any good in there - go get `em fuckface, before I really do fuck up
your face!"
I was shocked that this young punk would have the nerve to talk to me like that,
and I was about to tell him where he could go with his friggin' ciggies when
Ginger defused the situation with her humorous comment about "...you guys,
always so ready to fight, hee hee!" and sweetly suggested I run and "fetch" the
ciggies. And while you're at it Wimpy, bring out the pretzels too!"
I was tempted to say a number of things, from asking Ginger to please not call
me Wimpy again to requesting some thanks for the stuff I'd bought, but her smile
was so sweet and sexy and her body so incredibly hot that I decided to bide my
time and remain silent for now as I jumped up and did as ordered.
While I was in the kitchen I heard Freddie call out for me to bring an ashtray
too, and with a feeling of resignation I decided to let go of my anger at him
and try to be a good sport to defuse the situation as I placed the cigarettes
and ashtray along with the pretzels on the serving tray and went back out with
my eyes lowered subserviently and once again knelt before them. "Your pretzels
Miss Ginger, and your cigarettes Sir!"
Damn, I hadn't meant for that "Sir" to come out at the end, but when I saw
Ginger's delighted smile I breathed a sigh of relief and was so happy to have
pleased her. Then she announced it was time for my reward "for being such an
obedient wimp" and told me to put the tray down on the coffee table, so I ignored
the degrading "Wimp" usage again and eagerly complied.
Extending her bare foot out towards me, Ginger assumed a refined accent as she
said "for subservience and servility above and beyond the call of wimp-dom, you
may kiss my foot!" Lost in my arousal as I gazed up at this young beauty, I
offered my sincere thanks as I held her foot in my trembling hands and
reverently began kissing.
"Ugh, that's gross babe" Freddie said with a sneer, and Ginger let out another
delightful giggle as she agreed that her feet were soiled from being out in the
rain in her sandals..."but Mr. wimpy doesn't mind, does he?" she asked playfully
as she glanced down at me even as she snuggled deeper into Freddy's comfy
embrace. I meekly shook my head no and looked down in shame.
As if to test her power, Ginger commented that she would take a shower later but
for now could use a nice foot bath. Looking down at me, her expression got
serious as she said "get that tongue busy, wimp, you can thank me for the
privilege later!" Something snapped inside of me and I lost all my inhibitions
as I moved my mouth to her foot and began lightly licking her high arch, and I
felt my face turn red as Freddie made snorting pig sounds and expressed his
feelings of disgust.
Each command from Ginger, like "get that tongue between my toes, there's some
tasty toe jam in there for you!" and "work that tongue on my sole harder,
stupid!" just seemed to dig me deeper into my den of degradation, and even when
they started kissing I just struggled to keep my mouth on her precious foot as
it kept moving while I continued to lap like the loser I had become.
I overheard their conversation and was aware that he was trying to get Ginger to
give him a blow job, and I prayed she would tell him to go fuck himself as I
continued performing my subservient slurping. Instead, I was horrified to hear her
agree with the stipulation that "I don't swallow, remember!"
Now I was lying flat on my stomach as I continued giving Ginger her foot bath even as
she was on her knees with her face bobbing up and down over Freddie's crotch while
he sat back on the couch with a superior smile on his conceited face.
I knew it was just a matter of time and when I heard Ginger's squeal and saw
Freddie's hands quickly hold her head in place while his hips humped in spasms
of spurts I was horrified. Well, at least this would show her what kind of
arrogant asshole he was, I thought, and I looked forward to driving Ginger home
as I consoled her hurt feelings from his demeaning action.
Instead, when I looked up to see Ginger's face with bulging cheeks lift from
Freddie's spent form as he collapsed back on the couch, only to point at my
mouth as she used her fingers to signal me to open wide, I knew I was about to
sink to the lowest depths of dehumanization as I truly gave my all in submission
to Ginger and became her human douche bag!:barf2:
###
Giving my all for Ginger, Part 2
It all happened so quickly, I just instinctively opened my mouth wide at
Ginger's silent motioned command, and when her lips parted and the big load of
Freddie's jizm dropped out and landed against the back of my throat I swallowed
it all reflexively in one big disgusting gulp!:blush:
"Good job, wimpy!" Ginger exclaimed happily as Freddie commented that he
couldn't believe what a sorry ass loser I was. "He knows his place at least, I
give the asshole that much, anyway" he added with a snort of superior
satisfaction as he reclined, pulling Ginger back into his arms.
I was swallowing repeatedly to keep from gagging as I tasted the remaining
residue of Freddie's slimy semen slide down my throat, and I knew I had to say
or do something but my feelings of shame and fear of Freddie's earlier threats
enforced my continued silence. Then Ginger pinched my cheek like one would a
child as she praised my obedient service, and gazing into this young goddess's
bright smile gave me hope as I forgot my shame and thrilled to her compliments.
Ginger's smile turned mischievous as she ordered me to hold the tray up with the
ashtray and pretzels on it so they could reach it easily, and lit cigarettes for
herself and Freddie as she leaned back into his broad embrace. "See honey, I
told you the wimp would come in handy" she said with a giggle as she again snuggled
against Freddie's chest, and I was offended when I heard him express his
continuing misgivings about my being there. Here I had bought him the beer and
cigarettes he'd asked for and served them both like a slave, and he wasn't even
grateful - the nerve of this arrogant young punk!
Feeling determined to preserve my connection with this young beauty and hoping
that through my continued obedience to her whims I'd earn her affection and
preference over this dumb jock,
I concentrated on holding the tray out for their convenience even as my arms
started to get tired.
"Aww, whats the matter, are Mr. Wimpy’s arms getting tired?" Ginger said with a
sadistic smile as she watched the tray start to tremble from my weakening
muscles. "I'm sorry Miss Ginger, I am trying my best, but..." I said in a
pitiful whimper as I hoped for her permission to put the tray down. Instead,
Freddie sat up and looked at me with a sneer and suddenly ordered me to put the tray
down and "assume the position" on my hands and knees before them. My feelings
of resentment towards this arrogant young man rose up again and I hesitated
obeying his command as I looked over at Ginger with a pleading expression.
"What are you waiting for, wimpy, your master just gave you an order!" Ginger
said as she glanced at me with a mocking expression of exasperation, and I knew
if I continued to hesitate the whole situation would fall apart, so I quickly
made a decision to continue to play the role of being subservient towards them
both as I instinctively realized it would probably be my only chance to maintain
my involvement with Ginger.
Once I assumed the position Freddie had ordered me into, on my hands and knees
before them as they reclined on the couch, Ginger placed the serving tray
holding the ashtray on my back and announced that I was now their "timid table".
When I gave her a silent pleading look Freddie noticed and ordered my eyes to
focus on the ground in front of me and to "just shut the fuck up!", commenting
"tables don't talk, right babe?" Ginger snickered with satisfaction and looked
at Freddie with admiration as my sadness simmered in my silent state, reduced to
an inanimate piece of furniture for their frivolous fun.
I was burning up with jealousy and envy as I tore my eyes from the two of them
even as they resumed snuggling on the couch, but I knew if I said anything it
would just make matters worse, so I resolved to remain in my silent status as a
piece of human furniture for their convenience and amusement.
They seemed to both forget about me even being there as they first got into
watching the tube for awhile, and then I could hear them getting "frisky"
leading to a hot session of sex while I maintained my status on my hands and
knees in front of them. Realizing this could be a test that Ginger was using to
see how obedient I could be to her and anticipating nothing but anger and abuse
from Freddie if I said or did anything but continue my inanimate status, I tried
to focus on my breathing and counting to occupy my mind as I resolved to be the
best "timid table" I could for Ginger's amusement and benefit - I felt it was my
only hope to salvage any chance with her.
It seemed like an eternity but probably was only a few hours before, with my
eyes still locked on the floor in front of me, I heard Freddie get up with
Ginger in his arms (I resisted turning my head to look but heard her squeal of
delight and comment how strong his arms were). Freddie's promises of a night of
hot sex until she couldn't take anymore pleasure had Ginger eager and excited,
but as I heard them walk away presumably towards the bedroom she must have
suddenly remembered me and told him to "stop for a sec..."
"Good job, timid table, now get lost! Oh, but be back at nine tomorrow morning
with our breakfasts - I'll call the order in to the corner diner and tell them
you'll be picking it up at 8:45, you got that?" Ginger said as she looked over
Freddie's shoulder down at me. Feelings of outrage and shame welled up inside
of me as I felt tears of self pity overflow my eyes, but when I gazed over at
her delicious bare feet and remembered the joy of worshiping them earlier I
mentally grit my teeth and answered as I knew I had to, with a soft "yes,
Goddess, your wish is my command!" before I left "with my tail between my legs"
- while another part of my anatomy was arching achingly up towards my belly from
my crotch with twinges of unrequited lust!
###
Giving my all for Ginger, Part 3
What an agonizing night of despair and indecision I had after leaving Ginger
with that ungrateful young lout Freddie at his place. My despair arose from my
unrequited desire and devotion for the young and beautiful, and oh so superior
and sexy Ginger, an attraction that seemed fueled and magnified by her seeming
callous disregard for my feelings as she flaunted her infidelity in my face!
Hardest for me to deal with, though, was my unaccountable feelings of arousal at
being the recipient of such awful treatment. Perhaps my lust-crazed brain was
driven insane by the arrogant abuse, but in my mind Ginger's confident attitude
towards me said in effect that she realized my attraction and surrender to her was
so complete and unconditional that she knew she could take it for granted and
basically disregard my feelings completely without fear of losing my
unquestioning obedience - and my aching “area of arousal” attested to the truth
of her majestic measure of my mediocrity!
The indecision lasted but for a moment, as I realized that if I didn't follow
Ginger's orders to return and pick up their breakfast the next morning I would
forfeit any chance I might have for remaining connected to the sexy and
seductive Ginger. Even though I was being treated increasingly worse and worse,
I felt if I gave up whatever slim chance I might have with Ginger I would never
forgive myself, and I suddenly has an idea that was so clever I was proud of
myself for having thought of it.
The next morning I was at the diner Ginger had ordered me to get their breakfast
from bright and early, dressed in a pair of pressed black slacks with shined
shoes and a crisply ironed white shirt and black bow tie, an old outfit I had
from my past bartending and waitering days. Realizing I wouldn't win if I tried
to compete for Ginger's attention and affection with Feckless Freddie head on,
so to speak, I decided with a brilliant flash of insight (if I do say so myself)
that I could use reverse psychology to win the day - and the heart of the lovely
Goddess Ginger!
Heading for the area marked pickup for outgoing orders, I stood there nervously
for a few minutes while the waiters and waitresses rushed by with their work.
Clearing my throat loudly to get some attention, I was finally noticed by the
young attractive waitress as she was walking by. "Yeah, you pickin' up an
order?" she asked in a curt and arrogant tone, and I was put off by her attitude
at first. When I explained that yes, I was there to pick up a breakfast order
for three that was phoned in and I was told would be ready a smile spread across
her face that got me feeling very nervous suddenly for some reason.
"Hey, you may be the guy that the caller said she sent to pick up the breakfast
order, and it's for two by the way, but I was told to make sure you identify
yourself to be certain we give the order to the right person. What's your name,
mister?" the waitress asked with a smile that turned into a sneer as she stared
at me, and when I told her my name she shook her head. "Nope, that ain't the
name she called the guy she said would pick it up...you wanna try again,
mister?"
The way she and now the other waitress who had come over were looking at me, I
somehow knew they were aware of my subservient status, and I started stammering
nervously some gibberish pleading for her to give me the breakfast orders.
Turning to the other young lady, she commented loudly that Ginger told her the
chump she was sending to pick up the breakfasts for her and her boyfriend was
such a loser that he was not only fetching the orders but even paying for both
of them. "I guess that's how he got his name, that's the wimpiest thing I ever
heard of a guy doing - and just look at the fool, he's old enough to be Ginger
and Freddie's father instead of servin' as their wimpy gofer, ha ha ha!"
I stared down at the floor as I felt my face turn red with shame, realizing now
what the waitress wanted to hear me say. With the only other option of running
out of the diner without the breakfast orders out of the question, I took a deep
breath and raised my eyes to look into the mocking expressions of the two
waitresses as I said "my name is Mr. Wimpy, alright! Now could I please have
the breakfast orders?"
Out of exasperation I had raised my voice so that I almost shouted my words, and
when heads turned and they both started laughing hysterically my shame deepened
as I shifted from foot to foot nervously. "You are too much girl, where do you
find these weirdos?" the other waitress said with a giggle before she walked
off, but the first waitress wasn't through tormenting me yet.
"Hey, are you yelling at me, Mr. Wimpy? `Cause I don't think Ginger is gonna be
too happy when I tell her you yelled at me, y'know?" I quickly apologized and
asked for the food again, wanting only to leave that embarrassing situation as
soon as possible and bring the breakfast orders back to Ginger before they got
cold, but the waitress must have realized the power she had over me as she
placed her hands on her hips and assumed a wide stance as she declared "I don't
think so, Mr. Wimpy, at least not until I get a proper and humble apology from
you first!"
The takeout area where we were standing was off to the side so we were not
noticed as our momentary standoff continued. I babbled out some quick comments
about how sorry I was and how I didn't mean to yell at or offend her in any way,
but her sneer turned into a sadistic smile as she snapped her fingers and
pointed to the floor in front of her as she announced softly enough for others
not to hear "talk is cheap, Mr. Wimpy, Ginger told me she literally had you
kneeling down and not only kissing her feet but thanking her for the privilege,
now that's the same show of respect I'm waitin' for, old man!"
The shame of the situation was almost more than I could bear, and her final
comment calling me an old man dug the torturous dagger of degradation even
deeper, but with a sense of resignation I slowly dropped to my knees and lowered
my head to her dirty white sneakers and kissed each one as I once again
expressed my apologies. Suddenly one of her sneakers disappeared and in the
next instant I felt it come down heavily on my neck, plastering the side of my
face to the dirty linoleum floor of the diner. Looking up, I saw her hand go to
brace herself on the counter top as her other sneaker stepped all over the side
of my face - she even twisted her ankle while pivoting her sole on my facial
features as if she was putting out a cigarette beneath her sole - ungh!
Finally stepping off and letting me get up, the sadistic little she-devil
remarked how Ginger was right, "...it really is rad to step on a fool's face
that's old enough to be my father, hee hee hee!" Just then the manager came by
and she had to finally just take the money from me and let me leave, to my
relief, and I scurried out the door. Trying to brush the dust and dirt from my
face and clothes as I went down the block to Freddie's place to deliver the
breakfasts I worked on regaining my composure so I could put my plan into
action. Knocking on the door, I renewed my resolve to be the perfect servant
for both Ginger and her boyfriend Fred, allowing him to react as I knew he would
in his arrogant and inconsiderate ways. Yes, with my maturity and patience I
would bide my time until Ginger would realize for herself my unconditional
caring and devotion towards her and it's stark contrast with the loutish and
insensitive attitudes of her selfish stud, and like the parable of the tortoise
and the hare I would win out in the end!:wink2:
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Giving my all for Ginger, Part 4
I heard Fred's groggy voice through the door asking who was there and when I
answered "Your obedient servant with the breakfast orders, as commanded by Miss
Ginger, Sir!" in my most servile tone I heard him chuckle and call out to Ginger
that she was right. "I gotta give you credit, babe, the wimp showed just like
you said he would, haw haw haw!"
When Fred finally opened the door I was shocked to see him standing there in
just his underwear, but he just waved me in toward the kitchen and told me to
prepare the food on plates with juice from the refrigerator and bring it into
the bedroom on the serving tray on the counter. "Yes Sir, as you command, Sir!"
I replied subserviently, hoping he wouldn't think I was laying it on too thick
and get suspicious, but he just turned his back to me and headed for the
bedroom.
Entering the bedroom and seeing Ginger and Fred's naked bodies kissing on the
bed half under the covers and seemingly oblivious to my presence, I lowered my
eyes in shame and embarrassment as I knelt down beside the bed holding the food
tray. When they finally came up for air Ginger flashed a mischievous smile at
me as she took the tray from my hands and placed it on the bed between them.
"You see Freddie, I told you Mr. Wimpy here would come in handy - and it's such
a turn on for me to degrade this old fart and flaunt in his face what a real man
gets from me, and what he never will, hee hee hee!" My inner pain intensified
when Fred grudgingly agreed that it was a trip "...taking advantage of the old
fart!"
Oh no! I didn't care what Fred said or felt about me, but prayed silently that
Ginger was just show boating for Freddie's sake and didn't really mean what she
said about her low opinion of me. Despite my thoughts of despair I was feeling
turned on as well for some reason, and I hoped this arousal I and Ginger both
felt from the charged situation could become a bond between us as we related on
a deep, intimate level that she could never approach with that insensitive
ingrate Fred.
Well, I did continue in my role as their servant that evening, and even though I
was incredibly aroused by my close proximity to their frenzied fucking as
Freddie's prodigious pounding elicited waves of passionate pleasure and wanton
wailing from Ginger, I remained conspicuously clothed and in my servant status
in relation to my stark naked superiors throughout the evening.
Between sessions of sex, I waited on them both hand and foot as they both
casually commanded me to serve them in various ways, and it seemed the more
demeaning the better! "Yo' wimpy, fetch me another beer and hold that bowl of
pretzels up so's I can reach it, and be quick about it!" Ginger said with a
snicker as she nestled in Freddie's enveloping embrace, and I answered adoringly
and obeyed with abject adoration as I felt lost in a fantasy of being a devoted
foot slave and servant to this young goddess. Then my fantasy was shattered as
Freddie added his order for another brew as well and I was forced to respond to
his curt command subserviently as well to stay in character.
By the end of the evening when I was told by Ginger to "get lost, you wimpy
wuss, hee hee hee!" I was so sexually frustrated that I planned to rush home to
jack off repeatedly to memories of my subjugation to Ginger and her superior
feet, but just before I left she called me back to her. Here it is, finally I
thought, and when Ginger looked deep into my eyes I felt like I was melting into
a puddle of liquid lust as she softly said "well done, wimpy!" Fred remarked
that I was a disgrace to mankind and said with a snarl that I'd probably rub
myself raw pumpin' my puny little pecker all night:lildog:, and as I felt my shame rise
once again Ginger announced that she had thought of that and was ordering me not
to masturbate so as not to defile and dirty my thoughts of her.
I knew Fred was right about what I would do as soon as I got home even as I
swore to Ginger that I would obey her command as I had all the others she gave
that evening, but then suddenly she pulled out a pink plastic contraption from
her bag and giggled as she explained to Fred that she had purchased a present
for me "...to help me with my willpower." I was shocked and dismayed when she
ordered me to drop my pants and I realized what it was - a chastity device!:tear:
Now I was really screwed, and I unfortunately didn't mean literally! Having
promised Ginger that I wouldn't defile her spiritually by masturbating to
memories of her when I got home, how could I object to her having me put on this
infernal contraption that was ingenuous in it's effectiveness. I had no choice
but to thank her for the gift even as I strapped it on, and I cringed inside
when Ginger commented to Fred that the saleslady in the kinky sex emporium store
had assured her that it would make the wearer "...even more docile and eager to
please then the fool has to be to obey your command to wear this in the first
place, 'cause now you totally control their sex life!"
Sure enough, when Ginger had me kiss her feet goodbye and remarked that she had
an itch between her little toe and the next, my first thought was a hope that
she'd order me to "scratch her itch" with my tongue, followed by my arousal,
followed by...OUCH! Pain exploded in my crotch area as my penis began to become
erect, only to meet the immovable barrier of my pink plastic prison!
Falling forward onto my face from the unexpected agony, Ginger's foot prodded my
lips as she spoke in an innocent voice: "What's wrong wimpy, don't you want to
serve your goddess? Gosh, what kind of foot slave are you, laying down on the
job like that?" Her sarcastic words fueled my arousal even more, and I writhed
in pain on the floor at their feet as Ginger and Fred laughed and embraced above
me in their sadistically superior stance.
"Get the door for me, will'ya babe, it's time to throw out the garbage, heh heh
heh" Freddie said as he bent over and grabbed the back of my collar and the seat
of my pants in his powerful clenched hands. "No, plea..please, sir, I'll
leave!" I exclaimed as he lifted my body up easily and carried me over to the
door even as Ginger giggled while opening it. I was completely helpless as Fred
prepared to heave me out the door when Ginger told him to wait a second, and had
him turn my suspended body towards her. "Nighty-nite Mr. Wimpy, I know at least
one part of you that'll be sleeping tight, hee hee hee!" she said with her
sweetly sadistic laugh, then she fingered a silver charm on her bracelet that I
suddenly realized was the key to my chastity belt!
The next thing I knew my body was flying out the door to land in a heap on the
sidewalk outside - whomp! Stumbling to my feet, Ginger's last words before the
door was slammed in my face was that she'd be in touch, and that from now on I
had to respond to the beeper she'd given me within sixty seconds and be on my
knees at her superior feet within ten minutes, or a week would be added each
time to the days I'd have to wait to be released - SLAM!
Dragging my tired body home, I was too exhausted to think much about my new life
situation now that I was for all intents and purposes truly at Ginger's beck and
call, but when I started visualizing her perfect feet and recalled how she'd
called me her foot slave and herself a goddess the familiar feeling of
excitement came over me again, and I started to smile at the sweet memory
until...OUCH! I froze in mid-stride and crumpled to the ground in powerful pangs
of pain as the unstoppable growth of my puny penis met the immovable boundary
that was the hot pink hell of my cruel chastity cage.
"Hey mister, are you okay? Can I hel...hey, Walter, is that you?" I heard a
familiar female voice exclaim. Oh no, I recognized that voice and a volcano of
emotions erupted within me. It was submissive Sally, my nickname for a woman I
used to date that was devoted to me and doted on my every whim when we used to
go out in the past. Sally had always been a tall and big-boned but very
attractive woman, and we got along very well except for the fact that she
confided in me that she was turned on by being abused and degraded, something I
could not stomach as I'd always idolized women. I felt I really did love her,
but also knew that I would never be comfortable treating her the way Sally said
she needed to be handled, even though I did try at first. Now, as my emotions
churned with the new reality I was trying to digest with Ginger, the last thing
I needed was to have to confront my mixed feelings for Sally, something I
thought was a closed chapter from my past!
As I brushed off her attempts to help me get up, a twinge of disgust went
through me when I realized Sally must be getting excited from my dismissive
attitude towards her and I shook my head in mental disapproval. I told her I
was okay but she insisted we stop in a nearby coffee shop to talk a minute and
catch up on old times, and I reluctantly agreed. She looked better than ever,
and I once again silently cursed the gods of arousal that would flaunt in my
face such an ideal woman for me, only to mockingly make her erotic interests
diametrically opposed to my own.
We had just ordered coffee and started talking, and I could already tell her
subservient nickname would still fit her perfectly as she started begging me to
let us try to have a relationship again, when the sudden beeping on my belt
startled me. "Um, sorry Sally, private business..." I said with a hand motion
for her to stay seated as I rose up and walked off a short distance and whipped
out my cell phone, hurriedly dialing Ginger's cell to be sure I was within the
sixty second limit.
"Hello, Mr. Wimpy at your service, Goddess Ginger" I announced into the phone as
I had been instructed to, while I cupped my hand over my mouth to mask my voice
from others hearing it. I heard Fred's laughter in the background and realized
I must have been put on speaker phone for his benefit, then Ginger said she
needed my "servile services" back at Fred's place right away, declaring that it
was urgent so she'd only give me five minutes to be back at his door on my knees
or she'd add a month to the time before she allows me out of her "pecker prison"
before she hung up!