A British Affair

[Pdxrug]

When I started to wake up I could feel my arms and legs aching, when I tried to move them I found they were bound and unable to stretch. I was sore and groggy but then felt the weight of two bare soles on my face, with my head turned to the side.

I heard her voice from above, she wasn’t talking to me; she was on the phone. I pulled slightly and I could feel my wrists and ankles where spread out. I opened my eyes to see her toes hanging over my face just my eyes trying to focus on them. I realized my neck was sore, I wondered how long she had me like this. When I tried to turn my face up the weight of her feet pressed down keeping my face turned to the side, she obviously felt me stirring.

I could hear her conversation above but wasn’t following it. I was looking around as much as I could and I saw rich wooden furniture, Victorian or some era like that. Light was coming through a window, filtered by the shear white curtains. I could feel her feet start to move on my face.

Her left foot stayed planted on my face but her right foot slide down my body and started to tease my cock which was already hard. I was naked, wondering how that happened. Then her soft sole pressed my hard on against my stomach as she rolled it back and forth as she continued to talk on the phone. My throat was so dry, I had cotton mouth, as I tried to form a word, her foot on my face moved over my mouth and pressed firmly.

At least my neck felt some relief now as I could face up. I saw the wood above, as I realized I was laying under a desk. My eyes could see the bare leg going up above my face and her other foot still rubbing my cock, hard as a rock and I didn’t know why. I guess waking up like this doesn’t make any sense. Trying to remember what happened.

I heard her hang up the phone and say “good morning Charley, I couldn’t have you interrupt my phone call, if you suck on my toes it will get some moisture back in your mouth”. I felt her toes press between my dry lips and slowly saliva started to moisten my mouth and I sucked her toes like it was water from a fountain.







Charley if you don’t remember, I am Liz and my friend Kellie and I met you in town last night. We are at our equestrian facility 30 miles from town. You shared a few drinks with us and as the evening went on you told Kellie if you could be with her and her sexy British accent you would do anything for her, I think you said anything, yes that was the word.

I’m not sure when she did it, but Kellie did drug your drink after you offered her your body and soul. I think when you went to your knees and kissed her foot to prove it, she had the staff take you to our SUV and put you in the back. She told them you were drunk and had to report for work here in the morning. They didn’t question it at all.

I’m not sure what she did with you when we got back, I went upstairs to my husband. When I came to my office this morning you were naked and tied spread eagled under my desk. She knows I enjoy human furniture, so this was just perfect. My assistant will be in shortly with your background check, based on what you told us, I think you will be a perfect placement for our facility.

I pulled my toes out of his mouth, knowing he had regained some hydration, wiping the wetness on his face as I pulled my chair back and stood up. Charley, Casey will be in a minute, she will put a training collar around your neck and untie you. She will give you something to eat and some coffee. She will explain what will be expected of you and introduce you to proper behavior and etiquette towards the women of the Manor you will be serving.



I looked up and saw the long tanned legs as Liz stood up. I couldn’t see her face but she seemed trim and fit. I vaguely remembered her and Kellie, but none of the details. I had never been under the feet of a woman. She said furniture, what did that mean? I was thinking how soft her feet were even if they did hurt my neck and yes, her foot on my cock was very nice even though I was in pain and felt tired and lost. Now that I was alone in the room, I looked around more, when the thought of another person, Casey, was going to find me naked and tied up. I felt this was way too embarrassing. What kind of a man would they think I am?

The door opened and I saw a cart followed by a pair of long legs in English riding boots and pants. The boots went up to her knees. She parked the cart, I heard a cup and saucer and the pouring of some liquid, coffee or tea I assumed. She walked around the desk sat down in the same chair and both of her boots plopped down on my stomach like I wasn’t even there. I yelped out, Casey is that you?

She was working at a keyboard from the sounds of it and after some time she finally spoke. “I will be responsible for your initial training Charley. All you have to know is doing the right thing will be easy and the wrong thing will be difficult.”

Her boots felt heavier on me than Liz’s feet did, her words seemed strange too, easy – difficult. I kept wondering when I was going to get untied and get some coffee? Her near boot came to my face as she said lick it. NO WAY, I responded. Her other boot came down on my cock and balls and twisted back and forth, I screamed in pain for awhile till both boots were back on my belly. Then her boot came back to my face and she said “lick”. I pleaded no, not this. Again her other foot now stomped down and my balls felling like they would be crushed, she twisted back and forth longer this time, the pain worse than before, she ignored my crying. Both boots back on my belly. I was shaking and in a sweat now. She waited a minute or two, and her boot came back to my face. I extended my tongue and licked along her sole not knowing what it had stepped in. After a little while she put it back on my belly. She said, “Charley, you will learn we will make the right thing easy and the wrong thing difficult, do you get it yet or should we keep working on this?” I responded no, I understand and shut my mouth.

She moved down under the table and put the leather collar around my neck, buckled and locked it with a little pad lock. Her face was very nice, her hair pulled back in a pony tail, her breast pushing against the tight fitting white riding blouse.

Casey reached down and starting stroking my semi hard cock now quietly saying good boy, good boy and removed the Velcro straps holding my wrists and ankles to the legs of the table.

[subfootstool]

Good start. The British are the master race after all, especially the women of that manor.

[macrina]

I like it, good start, please go on, and thank you.

[Pdxrug]

I was sore and stiff from being tied for so long, my muscles not responding very well. I rolled over under the desk and crawled out on my hands and knees. I saw Casey Standing by the high backed chair, my head stayed down, still seeing her knee high boots. She moved and took a tray off the cart and put it down on the floor. I saw warm steaming food on the plate; bacon, eggs, potatoes juice and coffee. She sat down in the chair and crossed her legs. Her boot hung just above my plate of food, dangling it there as I moved forward to try and get some food inside me to recover.

***
I looked down at Charley from the chair. Knowing he was still hung-over and trying to regain his senses. His cock was still hard, his naked body by no means firm or in shape, but not unattractive either. I was waiting for him to start eating, holding the control in my hand. Sure enough he tried to get the food and I pressed the button down, knowing the electrical shock would surround his neck with pain and the contraction of a choker.

I watched dispassionately as he grabbed his neck and rolled on the floor. I was trying to decide how long to keep the pain on before I continued. I finally took my thumb off the button and watched him collapse on the floor gasping for air. I stood up walking over to him. I stood over him looking down, seeing he was still very weak. Maybe he wouldn’t understand my lesson in this state. I lifted my boot and put the ball of my foot on his cock and started rolling it back on forth on his belly. Seeing it harden and his breathing get under control he made eye contact at last.

Charley, your world has changed. I would think you would have realized that by now. You awake under the feet of Madam Liz, tied spread out under her desk. Your first lesson with the sole of my boot, I had to crush your balls twice. Now when it was time to eat, you forgot to ask permission. Centering my boot on his cock, I step up with my other boot on his chest as I stand on him. Having done this for so long now my balance is perfect even when they aren’t firm and in shape.

Watching him squirm and start to turn red from me standing on him, I ask him again. Do you still want to eat Charley? “He nods yes unable to speak”. Do you think you know how to do it now? “He nods yes again”. I move both my boots directly on top of his stomach, as I hear the air hiss out of his mouth. Be glad Charley I didn’t teach you this lesson after you ate. You would have hated the mess for you to clean up, trust me.
I sat back down in the chair, crossing my leg again and keeping the sole of my boot just above his food.

***
When were these crazy women going to leave me alone? I was only thinking it now, afraid to speak. I could still feel the weight of her standing on me, my empty stomach in pain as her boots and weight crushed me. The loss of breathing from the collar also haunted my thoughts. I got back on my hands and knees and crawled back to her, my face close to her boot, placing a dry kiss on the toe. I wanted to eat so bad I would do anything now. I lowered my head and stayed in silence. I heard her say” Charley you may eat, but only with your mouth like a dog”. I said thank you, and started to get all the food I could into my mouth. It was very hard, I had to press my face into the plate to get food in then chew. Casey kept her boot in the middle, I had to eat around it, trying not to touch it or get any food on it. I couldn’t take any more pain.

When I thought I had gotten all I could I moved back slightly, knowing my face was a mess. She raised her boot up from the plate and pointed for me to finish. I moved my face back down and then both of her boots rested on the top of my head. The weight of just her boots and legs kept my face pinned down to the plate, feeling the food smear around my face more than before. I thought of what to do, but I just kept my face down on the plate as she kept her boots on top of my head. Finally she said, “Charley I will let you crawl behind me down the hall to a servant’s bathing room. I want you to wash thoroughly and shave all the hair off your body, you will have 30 minutes and I will come get you”. Then I felt her lean forward, one boot moved to my back as the weight from the other boot on my head crushed my face into the plate, hearing it break under me. She walked down my back and opened the door. I crawled down the hall behind her, only able to see her backside, then crawling into the bathing room as she closed the door behind me.

[BootStories]

Very nice !

[cyberwop]

Great story so far. A lot of potential.

Well written. Thanks

[flatworm00]

Very good story so far...keep up the good work.

[Pdxrug]

I have been out of town a few days and will start working on the next chapters. I have to tell you, even thought I tell myself I do it for me. It does makes a huge difference hearing others like the story.

I am quilty of reading some great stuff on this board and not putting my good words in to the author. I will try to show more appreciation for others as well.

Thanks,

[Pdxrug]

I didn’t know what time it was while I washed under the shower. I kept wondering what would happen if I didn’t get done in 30 minutes. I had a cut on my face from the plate breaking on it; it wasn’t bleeding just a long red mark. I found everything I needed including hair clippers. She didn’t mean the hair on my head, did she? I looked at my body and started shaving my legs, groin, arm pits and feeling uncomfortable never having done this before. Thanking god I wasn’t a woman as I finished those areas.

I kept looking at the hair clippers, how much time do I have left? My body ached everywhere and the drug hangover, while improving, still dulled my senses. I didn’t want to be stepped on, stood on or feel any more pain. I kept trying to remember what I said to Kellie, which put me in this horror show. I had no friends or family anywhere around. I was out of work and taking a road trip trying to figure out my life. No one was going to be looking for me or even know I was missing.

I was so afraid I would be hurt more, I reached for the hair clippers and started cutting my hair to the scalp and quickly took the razor and took it down to bare scalp. I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn’t recognize myself, or who I was anymore. I was waiting, no sounds from outside, had I gotten everything done in less than 30 minutes. I tried to get my finger around the collar, wondering what was in it that could choke me to death and inflict so much pain. I walked back and forth on the tiled floor waiting for Casey’s return.

***
I walked in and looked Charley over. I couldn’t keep a slight grin from forming on my lips when I saw his shaved head. Most all the men failed this part and he wouldn’t get punished for this now. He was afraid and startled and just stood there looking at me. I walked around him, noticing his fear, enjoying that he wasn’t like others who were defiant and difficult. Arms up, I barked at him, he responded right away. I stood in front of Charley, eye to eye, as I ran my fingers over his crotch, checking to see how smooth he shaved, enjoying how his cock moved to the sensations of my touch as I finished my inspection. I started thinking Charley might not have the training issues so many before him have had.

I pulled the leash from my belt and clipped it to his collar. I tugged; he knew to follow without comment. I was so enjoying my new project. As we went down the hall, he was completely naked and shaved; I told him at the door there will be a pair of ankle boots that should fit. He saw the girl holding my horse; she smiled and said, “Welcome to the manor Charley, I hope to enjoy you soon”. I pointed to the ground, watching to see how Charley would respond. He looked at me and the size of the horse; he paused for a few seconds then asked, “A leg up or on all fours?” I didn’t answer, but was pleased he was thinking. He then went down on all fours, providing me the mounting step I needed, I said good boy Charley, and you are picking this up nicely. I stepped up on his back, and stood there for a few minutes, getting him used to his new role. Then I mounted up and let him walk behind my horse holding the leash.

We walked down the paved road letting him see how large the estate was. He was looking around and appeared in awe of the main house. “Keep up Charley”, as I extended the walk of the horse, watching him start to jog behind me. We went down to the main barn. We passed by the 3 men who had failed training. Wearing leather hoods, naked and marked from whips as they moved the manure pile by hand covered in flies. Charley, that is what happens to the men who fail, I hope that doesn’t happen to you. I watched him stare at them as they looked up. Charley noticed the collars under their hoods as they worked in the muck. Then I lead him into the main stable area as we went down the aisle way.

[cyberwop]

Love the new installment. The anticipation is building nicely.

Thanks

[Pdxrug]

Casey pointed for me to be her mounting step again; I dropped down next to the horse on hands and knees. I felt her first boot come down and press on my middle back. I felt her weight shift as she stepped down and her second boot landed in the small of my back. I was having strange sensations about how I was under the feet or boots of women so much. She continued to stand on my back for awhile stroking her horse’s neck and talking to the horse about it being nice to have me as a slave.

She finally stepped down and I felt the tug of the leash, returning to my feet on her cue. I could tell she wanted me to be trained and I didn’t want to risk upsetting anyone until I could figure something out. Then I heard her voice, the English accent that started my flirtations. I was walking behind Casey as we got closer to Kellie’s voice. It wasn’t the pleasant seductive voice I remembered, but firm and commanding.

When we came into view there she was. She was dressed in jeans with some kind of riding leathers over them, cowboy boots with spurs, an open button up shirt with top buttons open exposing her cleavage. She was so attractive even like this.

Then I noticed the naked woman face down on the ground, Kellie’s boot on the back of her head pressing her face down harshly. Kellie was talking to the two middle aged women in English riding outfits. They were discussing if the woman was marked she would not be used anymore for pleasure.

Kellie was making a point of some lesser punishment for the naked woman’s remark that upset one of the two older women. Kellie brought up how the woman on the left had wanted to use the naked woman with her husband for a weekend. How if she was caned and the flesh broken and scarred she would only be available for outside work.

This did seem to quiet the woman, as she remembered wanting the girl on the ground. The woman standing next to her said, “Remember you love how she serves us, she needs to be punished but let’s not lose her all together and I so do love her tongue worshipping me.”

Kellie turned her head and looked at Casey, nodding to her and then her eyes shifted to me. I saw Kellie’s eyes narrow and the corners of her mouth formed a very small smile. She then began speaking to the women still looking right into my eyes.

***

Ladies, do you see the new male trainee on Casey’s leash there. Turning my head I saw them both nod and checking out the naked man and how big his cock was. If I offer you this, maybe you will allow this mouthy slave, “grinding my boot on her head as I spoke”, to be in hard pain, just without the marks.

Casey, put her over the sawhorses and prepare her for the beating. I watched the women wanting her marked open their eyes wide now with smiles. I took my boot off her head as she got up and bent over the sawhorses, Casey binding her ankles and wrists as the two of them watched.

Now ladies, as I handed them both the 1 ½” leather straps. You can take turns beating her with these and for as long as you can until the new male ejaculates. Is that a deal? Of course they protested Charley would go too quick. One of you needs to keep your hand on his cock or balls but he has to remain hard. If Charley gets soft on you while the other beats her, then the punishment is over. You can take turns holding his cock and beating her, but when he shoots his load the punishment is over. I’m sure you can keep him hard and denied till your arms are too tired to beat her anymore. They both agreed.

***

Casey took the leash off my collar and told me to go over the two women. The red haired one immediately took my cock in her hand and was squeezing. She started walking around the naked woman pulling me by the cock till we stopped at her face. The redhead pulled my cock to her lips and told her to suck the head. I felt her warm mouth take it in, as the redheads hand remained on my cock.
Then CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK, the sound of the leather hitting the woman’s bare ass filled the room. My cock was pushed back into her mouth as the sound of the leather strap made me both scared and excited, I couldn’t believe how hard my cock was now.

The redhead held my cock as the strap moved from the woman’s ass to her backside. She pulled hard on my cock as we walked around to the other side. My erection was hard as a rock; I couldn’t believe it was so hard while I hated watching them beat the naked lady. Her hand slipped down and took both of my balls in her hand and started to squeeze. My knees went weak and I started to go down, when she released the pressure and allowed me to stand.

Then the blond came over and wrapped her long fingers around my shaft as the redhead released me and started teasing the naked lady with the strap. Taunting the naked lady as she shivered then her arm finally rose and the stinging sounds came again and again over her thighs backside. The blond squeezed my cock and kept me rock hard, somehow knowing how far she could take me without me shooting my load. I could hear the naked lady scream and yelp from the beating, her body turning deep red but no blood or broken skin. I couldn’t believe how harsh this was and it not breaking her skin.

The blond took me back up to the woman’s face; not pulling has hard as the redhead. Then she moved behind me, her hand on my balls her fingers holding the base of my cock. Then she shoved my cock into the woman’s mouth and started bucking my hips with hers, as the poor naked lady tried to take my cock in but sometimes making her gag as her tears and saliva drooled out. I thought this would be over soon now and then I realized why her fingers held the base of my cock. She wasn’t going to let me cum. I knew I would explode soon.

The redhead then swung her leg over and sat on top of the red shoulders of the bound woman, she started squeezing and twisting my nipples as the blond kept pumping me into the woman’s mouth. I wondered if they tired of beating her like Kellie said. Then the redhead moved up on her knees pressing them on the woman back, who was stretched between the two sawhorses. I knew this had to be painful. The two women started kissing each other as my head was moved out of the way. I could hear the whimpers of the naked lady, my cock feeling like it already had gone, but the grip on my base kept anything from coming out.

I felt the redhead take hold of my cock now, still squeezing the base as the blond walked around picking up the strap. The blond who was more attractive to me, started to swing the leather strap underhanded beating the naked lady’s breast and belly. The redhead remained with her knees on her back, with one of her hands holding the naked lady’s hair and the other hand squeezing my cock tightly. The blond walked back behind me and squeezed my cock away from the red head. The redhead then held the woman’s hair with both hands. The blond was pumping me fast into the mouth, making her gag on my cock, choking at times. I didn’t want to enjoy it, but I had never felt so hard like this before.

Finally, the blond let go of my cock, pressed me forward pressing on her face hard, the streams shot out as I had never felt an orgasm like this before. I could hear her choke on my spunk as they kept my cock completely inside her throat. I must have shot my load six times. The two of them got off her and walked away, like I had never been there. I stood there my hands to my side, my cock still in her mouth, not sure what to do. I could feel her breathing through her nose hard. Then Casey clipped the leash back on my collar, she told the woman that this wasn’t over and Casey would be responsible for her behavior. Then Casey said she would mark her if this ever happened again.

The jerk on my neck from the leash and collar, my cock slipped out of her mouth and I walked behind Casey. When we walked by Kellie, I heard her tell Casey to prepare me and deliver me to her chamber tonight. I was exhausted from this, as we walked away I turned and looked at the woman still tied over the sawhorse, I knew I could not survive a beating like that. Casey had me walk by her horse as she pulled me by the leash. Explaining that the property boundaries, if ever entered while wearing the collar, would set it off for pain and the guards would find me. She said I didn’t want to know what would happen then. We finally returned to the main house and I was sent to my room. I fell down thinking of what would happen to me with Kellie tonight thinking this all had to be a nightmare.

[macrina]

Great part, please go on. Thank you.

[Pdxrug]

Casey told me to shower and shave and be ready for her to come get me later on. My mind had pretty much cleared from the drugs. I went through everything again trying to figure out why I was kidnapped and how this place even existed. I ran my fingers and hands everywhere to make sure there was no hair anywhere on my body. I lay on the blanket on the floor waiting when I heard the door open and Casey stood there with the leash hanging from her hand as she walked over and stood next to me.

She was dressed for sex. This wasn’t the same woman who had been leading me around all day. Her hair was down and fixed very nice. She wore shear panties, black thigh highs and slides. She had a shear top and you could see her firm breast under the matching maroon top. She told me to stay down on my back as she slipped her slides off and moved to stand on my stomach. She then shifted her weight to one leg. Her other leg moved over my body, the sole of her foot rubbed against all my shaved areas, legs, crotch, face, head. She smiled and said good boy, nothing to snag my stocking. She then put the ball of her foot over my mouth and said I could kiss it as my reward; I did, even though her weight seemed to sink deep into my stomach and my breathing was so short, I did kiss the stocking covered foot, feeling how soft it was and in a way how good it felt.

She stepped off me, told me to get on my knees and put her slides back on and follow her. As I held her shoes, her perfectly shaped feet slide right in each one. I followed her down the hall walking behind; the leash clipped to my collar, her foot and now her body in view kept my cock hard as a rock.



We walked in a huge room, more like a small apartment. Kellie was there sitting on a stuffed two seat wide chair. She was completely naked. Her legs were stretched out by the fire, the room was warm, I didn’t feel the chill like in the hallway. I stood there naked looking at her and felt the power exchange without any words being spoken. Casey took me to a spot, pushed me down to my knees and a small chain from a ring on the floor was clipped to my collar and the leash was taken off.

I watched as she went and removed her top, panties and slides. Only the black shear thigh highs covered her now. Kellie patted the seat next to her for Casey to sit down. Kellie told her how pleased with how she had handled me today and how I appeared to be accepting my position. Then the two of them kissed for a long time. Each feeling the others breasts and making out like first time lovers. I knelt there watching, being ignored and my cock was bouncing now watching them together.


I heard Kellie whisper something to Casey and then she came over and unclipped the chain and pointed for me to lie in front of the chair. I laid face up towards Kellie and felt her smooth soft feet rest on my chest. I turned my head and watched as Casey went and poured them two glasses of wine and came back. She sat in a chair across from Kellie. I felt her stocking feet placed on my cock, pressing it down and her other foot on my belly. I had never experienced this feeling before. I had never cared about a woman’s feet, but I was so hard and so surprised how it made me feel. A rug for them, four soft feet on my skin and them drinking wine ignoring me till Kellie started speaking to me.

***

I took the glass of wine from Casey and smiled at her as she knew to sit across from me. I felt Charley breathing hard under my feet, his chest rising and falling, knowing he was feeling anxiety and the fear of all new servants to the manor.

Charley I don’t know how much you remember but let me explain what has happened to you. I told him how Liz and I go to that lounge to get away from things and enjoy ourselves. It is nice to be alone and have a break. When you bought us the drinks and came over to try and pick us up, we made it clear we weren’t interested. You weren’t rude and you were trying very hard to be nice to us. We both did bore of you and asked you to leave. If you would have left Charley you wouldn’t be here now. I will let you decide if you made a mistake.

When you kept talking, telling us how you had no one, you had lost your job and had no future just wandering trying to find yourself. Liz and I decided we would take you home. When we told you that we would take you if you could prove to us you would be willing to do whatever we wanted, you went to your knees and kissed both of our feet in front of the others in the lounge. When we asked you if you liked feet and you said no, but you couldn’t think of anything else to show how devoted you would be to us, it sealed your fate. We slipped the date rape drug in your drink.

I know you don’t remember, (I slid a foot over his face then and turned it to the side) but I did rape you while you just stayed hazy, but I must say, your cock stayed up and was not a disappointment. I then told Liz you would be a good fuck toy and wanted to keep you, she had you tied under her desk so you could wake up to her.

I watched as Casey was now rolling his cock back and forth under her stocking foot and some seamen was leaking on his belly. So Charley, we are going to give you a chance to be our house slave. Casey has said you have been complying and not fighting the training like some of the men before you. If you fail us, you will find yourself out with the three men you saw today. They will be sold eventually on the private slave market at one of our auctions. Trust me; you don’t want to be sold like they will.

***

I listened to everything and it vaguely was coming back. I was very turned on now how they used their feet and felt like I would explode any minute from the foot rolling my cock. I spoke beneath the sole of Kellie’s foot asking. Why am I always under the feet of one of you? It isn’t torture but I have never had women want their feet on me before. Casey’s feet moved off me and I could see her go to refill their wine glasses. She was a beautiful woman with a great body and looks.

***
Charley, I have always found having a person under my feet as an exciting turn-on. I think it is the natural power over and submission of another. I remember doing it as a kid then through school. When I went to boarding school for university, it became a natural part of all my relationships. First Charley you must know there are men with foot fetishes who always want to be under a woman’s feet. They were fun at first, but as they were too willing it took some of the excitement out of it for me. Then there were the men, who would worship my feet and lay under them for sex. That was better as I could blackmail them and trample them, telling them if they didn’t please me I wouldn’t let them have me. Finally, I moved into more of a Dominant role. That was my real destination all this time and just didn’t realize it.

***

I felt her feet move as saw Kellie step over me and lower herself down taking my cock and guiding it into her wet pussy. As I looked up, Casey had a foot on each side of my head as she lowered herself down and I saw her bare sex cover my face and the taste of her sex enter my mouth. I could tell they both were leaning and kissing above me, one on my face and the other on my cock. I worked my tongue like I knew a woman enjoyed and pressed my hips up in rhythm with Kellie’s riding of my cock. I couldn’t believe she stopped telling me the story and I knew besides the foot thing, the sex was good, two woman, me as their toy. Would it always be this good as my mind slipped into darkness feeling the two women on top of me?

[subshag]

one word...fantastic

[grizley]

Very good, looking forward to the next part.

[Pdxrug]

I woke up in my room, feeling exhausted but having the feeling of satisfaction from the sexual activity. I stared up at the ceiling wondering if this was a dream come true or a nightmare. Slaves, no free will, owners, a secret society of women. Men to be sold who didn’t comply with training, knowing it might not be good for them at the next place. Being stepped on, a human rug or footstool. So far I wasn’t grossed out about the feet at all, not knowing this was such a common turn on. Why did she like that I wasn’t a foot person? The soft skin of their feet did arouse me, also seeing the symbolism of submission. I definitely wasn’t in shape for being stood on, the weight of their foot felt like it would go right through me when they stood on me full weight.

I heard a woman’s voice say “Good morning Charley” and I turned to see the woman who was beaten on the saw horses by the two middle aged women, tied on the floor across the room. I looked at her and asked why she was tied and why was she in here for.

***

I’m Carrie and it was fun to meet you yesterday, even though you are new to the manor, we have all been hoping for a new male slave that could be used again. Kellie and Casey try to keep an eye on me and make sure my stepmother doesn’t kill me or get me sold off to someone from the Middle East. She was the red head who beat me with her friend. Her name is Dory, but you will be calling her Mistress Dorinda, she has me legally committed for therapy but I don’t think this is what the courts had in mind.
***

That sounds so illegal, what Dory has done to you. What caused all of this? I can’t believe people can do that and get away with it. Would you like me to untie you? She nodded yes. I went and took the cuffs off her ankles and wrists and watched her stretch. She really wasn’t showing any marks just some redness from the leather straps. I looked at her face and remembered her eyes looking into mind as she kept my cock in her mouth while they punished her.

***

Well Charley, thank you for freeing me, it is so hard to sleep and not be able to stretch out, but you do get used to it after a while. Dory married my dad, and she ended up adopting me so legally she had control till my 18th birthday. While in college my Dad got sick, cancer, and basically set up a trust fund for me, but I couldn’t get it till I turn 35. I had been a difficult child growing up and he was concerned I would blow everything.

She has been a member of the Manor for awhile and when I finished college and moved back that is when things started to change. We had never gotten along, I knew she cheated on my Dad and she used some of our servants as her “sex pets” as she would call them. Dad was always busy with the company and travel and I don’t think he really minded so much. When he died, she started wanting me to be her slave. At first the threat of her control over my trust fund and then she paid off a psychiatrist to make it sound like I was an S&M slut, scared me enough not to fight her. She held all the cards. I tried to buy time by not fighting her but she became obsessed with me as her slave wanting more of me all the time in terms of serving her. Finally, I fought her and we went to court.

She produced pictures of me, showing me as a slave, the psychiatrist report and wham bam I was committed. Of course, because she could afford to put me in a private institution I ended up here. So that is my story Charley. Kellie knows all the details and while I am a slave here, kellie doesn’t want me sold off, so I guess she cares about me in her own special way.

***

This is my third day now and you are right about being taken and made a slave without my approval. While I have enjoyed the sex, even being a foot stool hasn’t been as bad as being stood on, it is killing me right now, I’m not in shape for that.

***

Charley, you are going to have to get used to it. Kellie enjoys and insists slaves are trampled, face-sat and are under foot or boot most of the time. She enjoys some flogging and bondage but she really doesn’t get extreme as some of the members want to get. You will either get the muscles and tone from being used or sit ups and certain exercised will help. Who has trampled you the most so far?

***

I have been under Liz, Casey and Kellie’s feet but Casey was the one who stood on me. I have to tell you it hurts right now when they do.

***

You just need practice; I’ll help you if you want.

***

She came over and pushed me back down with her foot so I was on my back. She leaned and put her hands on the wall and lifted her right foot. She put her foot on my cock and ran the toe up and down the underside. I was immediately hard. Then she pressed my cock down and pressed with the arch of her foot covering it. My hips moved up to her pressure as I felt the arousal pulsing through my body.

She said good boy, then her other foot came up and both feet where now on my cock pressing down. She went on about how this is easier to support then on my stomach and let me get used to it as she shifted just a little, moving my cock under her two feet. She told me she didn’t weight as much as Casey and that being trampled will vary based on the size and weight of the person on me.

Next she moved one foot then the other and was standing on my chest. It was harder to breath but not unbearable. She told me the sit ups will help my lower back take it as well as make my stomach able to support it better. Then she moved her left foot and pressed it on my face. Her feet weren’t as smooth as Kellie and Casey’s and not as soft. I could feel her shift her weight back and forth more and more so my face would get most of weight and then my chest. She said it felt good to be the one doing the stepping and not being stepped on. I could see her toes over my eyes till her weight on my face forced them shut, then opening again as she shifted back to my chest. She asked if I was ok so far and grunted a yes.

I heard her say get ready, as her right foot now came up and both her feet were on my face. The pressure was hard to take; I thought my head would explode. She didn’t move her feet but I felt her hips or something she was doing move the weight around still my head hurt I wanted her to get off my face. Then her right foot went back to my chest and as she lifted her left foot off my face and held it there I could see her smiling down at me, I felt an attraction to her, maybe because she was like me a slave. Then she lowered her left foot down on my throat.

I started to wiggle, as the foot pressed harder and harder on my throat. She said I need to know what this felt like, I would be experiencing it. I looked up at her above me, I did trust she wouldn’t kill me but I was so afraid. I could feel my cock bouncing up and down wondering why I would be so hard feeling all this pain.

Finally after I thought I would never take a full breath of air again she removed her foot from my throat and both feet ended up side by side on my stomach. She just stood there at first watching me. Then she said, tense your stomach Charley, push back up, don’t let my weight get too deep into you. Always be ready for this.

I did notice that with both her feet side by side it didn’t hurt as much as when just one foot Casey had used on me sank so deep inside my belly. Just when I thought I could hold her, she lifted her right foot up and with weight of her left came down hard and I lost the control. She just sank into me. She then put her foot back and let me readjust; trying to get my stomach to support her again, then she lifted her left foot. I was prepared and did a better job. Finally, both feet back and I thought I could handle it now as she stayed on me another 5 minutes before the door opened and Casey walked in wearing her riding outfit and boots.

***

I walked in the door and saw Carrie standing on Charley. I withheld my smile wondering if Charley liked it now or if Carrie was misbehaving again. I asked Carrie what she was doing and she replied she was trying to help Charley train for being stood on or trampled. I looked down and saw Charley’s face very red and a slight trace of foot imprints on his face and neck. Charley, we will be starting your exercise training soon, but you are right to have Carrie help you get used to it. Jump Carrie, I shouted, she did a small hop landing back on his belly and I saw Charley lose his breath, I watched as he gagged trying to get the air back in him as Carrie remained with both feet planted on his stomach.

I lifted my boot up and pressed down between his legs so it covered his cock and balls. Softly I pressed it back and forth putting pressure on the cock and the slight pressure on the balls. Charley, you are so hard, did you lie to us about having a foot fetish, grinning knowing he couldn’t help himself.

Mistress Dorinda has book you two and Playroom 1 for 3pm, clean up and get ready, I’ll be back for you then. I whispered in Carrie’s ear as I started to leave, good girl, I’ll let Kellie know; maybe she will reward you if you don’t piss off your stepmother this afternoon.

I walked out, seeing Carrie still standing with both feet on Charley.

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As we were told, Kellie came by late afternoon and walked Carrie and I down to the playroom. We had thoroughly cleaned and shaved our bodies, except she got to keep the hair on her head. Kellie hadn’t said anything to us really, after she closed the door to the play room, Carrie went to her knees with the leash hanging in front of her body and I decided to do the same. I started to say something to her and she shushed me so I kept quiet. There was no Mistress Dorinda and now Carrie’s step mother as I come to find out. I didn’t remember her that well from the barn while her and her friend, the blond, beat Carrie while she sucked my cock, while they beat her.

I looked around the room. It had nice paneled walls, plush deep carpet, candles, dimmed lights, dungeon furniture for binding the slaves to I guessed and a wall with whips and other items hanging or sitting on shelves. Then Dory came into view, naked except for high heeled sandals, her hair more flowing and longer than I remembered, with a vibrant red color. She looked much younger than she did in the barn in her riding outfit. I wondered what their age difference was now; she could be more like an older sister to Carrie, or a young trophy wife for a rich man with a daughter.

She greeted me with,” hello Charley, I’m looking forward to enjoying you.” Then I saw her push the button in her hand and Carrie’s collar went active. I saw Carrie cramp up on the floor, she was in pain, her breathing shallow; I remembered the short demonstration they had given me. Slowly she crawled and slithered toward her step mother till she could plant kisses on the exposed flesh visible under the sandal straps. As the button continued to be pressed and she was losing control of her body she rolled over arching up in pain, then Mistress Dorinda put her shoe on top of Carrie’s gut and pushed her down to the floor finally releasing the button and releasing Carrie from the pain of the collar. She left her foot there with the heel pressing into Carrie’s belly, I noticed for the first time how hard Carrie’s stomach was, she must have gotten strong from the constant abuse by the women. Dory then looked at me, “Charley do I need to use the collar on you too?” I quickly crawled over and started kissing the foot on Carrie’s body, making sure to kiss the top and sides of her shoe as well as on Carrie’s belly, feeling sorry for what she just went through. I could feel her looking down on me from above.

***

It felt good to have two slaves today and not just my stepdaughter to abuse and punish. I was so in the mood for a new cock and Charley definitely had a nice piece of equipment. I told him to stand up across from me. I had already put on my favorite slow song and the play list just started. I put my arms out and stepped up full weight on Carrie, my arms around Charley’s neck and started to slow dance on top of my slave girl. I felt Charley’s cock touch my hips as I slowly moved my heels up and down Carrie. She made the usually grunts and groans; gasps for air as I never paid attention where I stepped on her or how much it hurt her.

Charley I got to read your file today, you have had many very interesting experiences in your life. He responded, “What file!” Charley you know they do investigations on everyone here, even me, my dead husband, and of course my dance floor down there. I saw him look down at her, maybe he noticed the marks my heels were leaving in her skin as I continued to shuffle my heels and dance on her. Charley was moving with me now, and I managed to get his cock between my thighs and squeeze it from time to time. He was definitely pumping blood through it like a race horse.

Your first year in college you went to live with your Father’s adopted sister and she danced with you just like this it said, except she was dancing on her husband instead of her step daughter. I felt Charley’s cock harden as semen leaked out. You became part of his entry into being a cuckold, it says she made him suck your cock and clean your spunk out of her after sex. I think we will play that out today again, with Carrie in that role instead of your uncle. You were 18 and she was 41, your first affair with an older woman, how did it make you feel Charley? He didn’t answer, but I could tell his mind was racing back in time remembering memories he might have buried. As the song ended, I stepped off of Carrie and heard the sigh of relief and her first deep breaths. I walked to the bar and poured my first glass of wine and sat down on the stool.

***

I figured I should not move, so I remained standing to the side of Carrie. I looked down at her and her body was covered with red pock marks from the heels. Hardly any place was spared her chest, breast stomach and thighs were covered. How did she take that much pain? Just the little she stood on me had kept me aching for a couple hours afterwards. I saw tears rolling down her face and wanted to wipe them away, my cock was hard as a rock and sticking out straight, I was hoping she didn’t think I had enjoyed her torture under those shoes. Dory said, “wipe those tears off her face Charley, just use your foot, then come stand next to me.’ I took my foot and placed it on her face, stroking it across both side of her face trying to wipe the wetness away, I could feel her kissing and licking the sole of my foot as I tried to wipe her face off, why was she doing that, I didn’t want to humiliate her or even put my foot on her.

After I did the best I could with Carrie’s face, I walked over to Mistress Dorinda and stood next to her chair, I asked her if here was the right place and she nodded. I asked her what else my file had to say, she smiled and sipped her wine. “We will discuss it all over time, you will be here for a long time, don’t worry Charley.” she said. I started thinking of anything else that could be in there. I remembered it like yesterday how I became my adopted aunt’s lover and tormentor of her husband. I grew so comfortable with it all after I found he would do anything for her and she wanted him to be her slave with other men she wanted. I changed universities after the first year but never forgot how she made me feel. I never stayed in touch as I always had lingering shame for what happen with them.

Her hand touched my chin and she turned my face to hers. Her eyes pierced right through mine and it struck me how beautiful she was and now I wondered if she was even 35 instead of 45 like I thought in the barn. I felt her hand take my cock and tease, tug and stroke it; I was so hard already I wasn’t used to being turned on like this for so long. I looked at Carrie still lying on the floor quietly as if she knew more was to come. “Charley, I’m going to have Carrie suck you past your first orgasm, so you will last longer when I mount you. If you go soft afterwards, I will have to punish my slut step daughter for your failure.” She told me as I saw Carrie start to move now.

***

When I heard Dory tell Charley the plan I moved and got up on all fours. The skin on my body was red and raw from high heels dancing on me; I thought the song would never end or my torture under her feet. I crawled on all fours till I was in front of my Stepmother, kneeling with my legs spread and Charley standing next to her. I kept my head down, knowing better than to look up at her, and I looked at the feet and shoes that had just caused so much pain. I saw her pull on Charley’s cock as I turned my face so she could put it in my mouth.

I could hear her having a conversation with Charley, as I swallowed him deep into my mouth; he had the biggest cock I had sucked so far since my imprisonment as her slave here. I ran my tongue over the bottom and I could taste him leaking down my throat, he throbbed in my mouth and I didn’t know how long he would last. I knew I was to suck him till he ejaculated in my mouth. My mind faded back to the cell he was in and I was standing on him. He was a good sport and I really did enjoy it. I hadn’t been able to use anyone here on my own. I knew that Kellie and the owner of the manor wanted feet as part of everything. I had seen the cameras now in every room and knew there was no privacy. He, Kellie and Liz most likely watched everything, maybe even posted it on the internet for all I knew.

I felt his cock pull out of my mouth as I came back to the present and Dory was holding the cock aiming it at my face as thread after thread of hot spunk covered my face, I hated when she did this. Then I realized while in my trance her foot had been teasing my sex as I must have cum as well all over her foot. Not realizing I missed an orgasm. I could tell by the look in her eyes, she was pissed at me for spacing out.

I felt her hand as she took a big handful of my hair; she pulled me by the hair over to the pillory, the wooden stocks I hated so much. She jammed my neck down and then my wrists and closed the board above and I heard the latch click into place as I was standing bent over with just my head and hands on the other side of the stocks.