srikar123
09-11-2003, 4:16 AM
Even Anita, your sexy maid, started humiliating me in your absence.
She would force me to clean her tiny and plump but stinky feet every now and then.
During my hardships whenever I sat for a while to have some rest she would sit on the sofa and hold her foot in front of my lips and I did not have option but to insert my tongue between her sweaty toes stretched impatiently for my service.
She liked me to lick her glittering toe rings and between the toes again and again.
Even today her toes are always sweaty to taste extremely salty and sometimes sourish.
Her soles used to be always dirty and my tongue would become almost black during the first few strokes.
But the most intolerable part of my service was to clean her toenails with my tongue and teeth.
Even she would force me to lick the dirt deposited in the inner side of her toenails.
I found this very humiliating but I couldn’t resist since she would keep on pressing my balls with the heel of her other foot and if I stop, would increase pressure to unbearable limit.
She let me get up only when I clean all her toenails by licking the dirt with my tongue and swallow it.
-6-
I didn’t like all this nonsense because I didn’t have foot fetish like things. But also I did not have any option because I was at your mercy.
Moreover, you had already taken enough precaution to shoot these disgraceful episodes with the help of micro video camera probably hidden in the sofa.
When you first showed it all on the screen to me, I was terribly shocked.
There were close-ups of your as well as your maid’s feet being licked by me like a greedy dog. My face was clearly visible licking feminine feet every moment but a third person could not have guessed who were the females in the scene.
In some scenes your feet seen completely wet with my Sylvia and your dogs appeared to have been staring at me with pity in their eyes.
With shame, grief and anger tears came to my eyes while watching this all on the screen.
But I knew I was made totally helpless like a castrated bull.
So I continued my routine without hesitation.
And today I am really addicted to licking the dirt of your and your maid’s soles and tears of gratitude come in my eyes when you order me to lick!
I remember the day Madam when my wife came to your place to discuss with me as a last resort to avoid divorce.
She wanted me to stay back with her on some compromise.
But when she told her intention to you, you smilingly said, “You can very well take back your husband if he is ready to come. Wait, I shall call him here.”
So saying you came to the inner room where I was cleaning your shoes with my tongue. You tied chain to my collar and ordered me to crawl behind you.
My wife couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw you pulling her husband like a dog.
Suddenly you stopped and without looking back said to me, “Look! Your beloved wife has come! Should you like to kiss her or clean my soles?” so saying you just uplifted your left heel and without any hesitation I moved forward and started licking your bare heel like a pet dog.
My wife got up at once with extreme anger and shouted at me, “Shame on you, shame on you!” Then she said to you in the same tone, “Why you separated my husband from me? To treat him like a dog? What you gain from such humiliation of him?” so saying she went off. Needless to mention that I got the divorce very shortly.
This is the way my dear Madam you behave with people to prove your great sense of diplomacy and cunning.
You have fixed my duties with the same cunning.
I have to get up early before you and have to sleep after you are fast asleep in the night.
-7-
My first duty starts at 6 in the morning.
I have to slowly rub my lips on your clean pinkish soles to wake you up as I am not allowed to touch you unless and otherwise you specifically order.
However, I am allowed to touch and lick your feet by my lips and tongue anytime during the day.
You and your maid normally don’t touch me with your hands. You use your foot on such occasions.
If I am sleeping on the floor and you want me to get up you will keep on pushing with your toes in my flanks or loin until I stand on my four. And your maid Anita doesn’t know any other way but kicking in my ribs to get me up.
Once Madam you get up and brush your teeth, I take your tea on a trolley to your garden where you wander totally barefooted for sometimes.
Because you believe that I should be used to clean your dirty soles with my tongue at least once a day which will also prevent me from taking you for granted.
Hence, while you are having your breakfast I lie down beneath the trolley and clean your now dirty soles and toes with my tongue.
Once, in the past when I was your senior colleague, I had made a general statement that your feet were not as beautiful as somebody’s.
You borne it in your mind and that’s why you deliberately get your feet licked by me every now and then and sarcastically ask me, “My feet are not that beautiful isn’t it? At least if compared to that of your sweetheart? How disgusting it is my poor dear that you have to clean them with your tongue every day!”
After your breakfast you take bath and get ready for going to your office.
You have fixed my duty to bring your footwear from the rack.
As I am supposed to crawl in front of you I have to hold it in my mouth and bring to you.
You occasionally get it cleaned from me with my tongue.
Sometimes you use me as your foot stool.
You order me to stand in kneel down position and put your bare feet on my back.
Your strong heels pierce my flesh but I can’t move an inch because you don’t like it.
And if I move, you lose your mood and stamp your heel violently on my back which is very very painful.
Whenever you have spare time you play with me.
Sometimes you pour milk on your feet and ask me to lick and clean your feet as well as the floor.
Sometimes you ask me to eat a piece of cake and keep it under your foot.
To eat it I have to insert my tongue through the gap between your sole and the floor and have to struggle hard while you are giggling with pleasure.
However, I can’t stand one thing!
When you seriously discuss with your maid that you are going to desert me soon, I can’t bear it after some time.
I fall at your feet and fill them with my tears.
During such times even your hard-hearted maid appeals you, “Now stop this Madam. Otherwise the poor slave will die of grief.”
And then my Dear Madam, you strokes on my head assuring, ‘Ok Ok. Forget it. I will not desert you. Now enjoy this occasion by licking our soles clean!”
With these words I feel like I have achieved the greatest thing in the world !
Because I know from the bottom of my heart that my existence is for you.
I can’t live if I can’t serve you and please you.
I become restless if my eyes can’t see you.
My tongue is used to the tender touch of your feet and soles and it can’t lye idle if my eyes see even a particle of dust there.
I am addicted to your kicks and footwear slashes.
I feel honored when you humiliate me because you have chosen me for that.
Knowing this well I feel much much obliged to you and as your proud devoted slave I start licking your soles at once.
Your anger brings disaster for me.
If you lose your mood while I am licking your feet you suddenly kick me in my face.
On other occasions you beat me with your footwear.
I start trembling when I see you unbuckling your footwear and I immediately fall at your feet begging for mercy.
But nobody can stop you on such occasion.
You hold my hair tight in your left grip and hit slashes over slashes with your footwear in my face until you are tired or the footwear is torn.
However, when you are convinced about some serious mistake on my part, you tie me and hit hard whiplashes on my buttocks.
And in the mid-night when I find it impossible to sleep with my burning buttocks you suddenly appear.
You slowly sit on your knees near me and smoothly lay your hand on the cuts, fondle the cuts with your fingers and ask, “Hi you Representative of the Superior Darker
Sex! How was it today? What did you feel please tell me?”
On such humiliating episode I really pray God to let me die with immediate effect. Perhaps your husband suffered this all and that’s why he committed suicide.
I am fully aware, however, that nothing is going to end here.
It was made crystal clear by you Madam when your twelve years old daughter was here during her summer vacation.
So far you had taken sufficient care to keep your daughter unaware of your treatment to me. Resultantly she thought I was just a servant and I too would eagerly wait for her to arrive as I would get some rest whenever she is in the house.
But this summer you trained her well to understand how to treat a slave.
Your daughter has got most delicate lovely fair foot.
Like a blooming pink lotus.
I had to worship those beautiful feet every day.
By massaging, by washing and by cleaning with my tongue.
Your daughter liked it so much that deliberately she would wander barefoot and then would order me to clean them immediately with my tongue.
This realized me that my life is an unending journey of a mount with multiple riders on his back urging and pulling him constantly for their pleasure.
And there is no hope of escape for such a mount from his hardships, sufferings and humiliation until he dies.
Madam, I face all this with patience and once again I state I am prepared to suffer anything for your pleasure.
You had humiliated me in every possible way using all your intelligence and cunning.
But you were not satisfied yet.
You wanted to make it public.
So you ordered me to write this real story of my miserable life without omitting anything. And publish it here.
I have tried my level best to do it.
Are you now happy Madam?
She would force me to clean her tiny and plump but stinky feet every now and then.
During my hardships whenever I sat for a while to have some rest she would sit on the sofa and hold her foot in front of my lips and I did not have option but to insert my tongue between her sweaty toes stretched impatiently for my service.
She liked me to lick her glittering toe rings and between the toes again and again.
Even today her toes are always sweaty to taste extremely salty and sometimes sourish.
Her soles used to be always dirty and my tongue would become almost black during the first few strokes.
But the most intolerable part of my service was to clean her toenails with my tongue and teeth.
Even she would force me to lick the dirt deposited in the inner side of her toenails.
I found this very humiliating but I couldn’t resist since she would keep on pressing my balls with the heel of her other foot and if I stop, would increase pressure to unbearable limit.
She let me get up only when I clean all her toenails by licking the dirt with my tongue and swallow it.
-6-
I didn’t like all this nonsense because I didn’t have foot fetish like things. But also I did not have any option because I was at your mercy.
Moreover, you had already taken enough precaution to shoot these disgraceful episodes with the help of micro video camera probably hidden in the sofa.
When you first showed it all on the screen to me, I was terribly shocked.
There were close-ups of your as well as your maid’s feet being licked by me like a greedy dog. My face was clearly visible licking feminine feet every moment but a third person could not have guessed who were the females in the scene.
In some scenes your feet seen completely wet with my Sylvia and your dogs appeared to have been staring at me with pity in their eyes.
With shame, grief and anger tears came to my eyes while watching this all on the screen.
But I knew I was made totally helpless like a castrated bull.
So I continued my routine without hesitation.
And today I am really addicted to licking the dirt of your and your maid’s soles and tears of gratitude come in my eyes when you order me to lick!
I remember the day Madam when my wife came to your place to discuss with me as a last resort to avoid divorce.
She wanted me to stay back with her on some compromise.
But when she told her intention to you, you smilingly said, “You can very well take back your husband if he is ready to come. Wait, I shall call him here.”
So saying you came to the inner room where I was cleaning your shoes with my tongue. You tied chain to my collar and ordered me to crawl behind you.
My wife couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw you pulling her husband like a dog.
Suddenly you stopped and without looking back said to me, “Look! Your beloved wife has come! Should you like to kiss her or clean my soles?” so saying you just uplifted your left heel and without any hesitation I moved forward and started licking your bare heel like a pet dog.
My wife got up at once with extreme anger and shouted at me, “Shame on you, shame on you!” Then she said to you in the same tone, “Why you separated my husband from me? To treat him like a dog? What you gain from such humiliation of him?” so saying she went off. Needless to mention that I got the divorce very shortly.
This is the way my dear Madam you behave with people to prove your great sense of diplomacy and cunning.
You have fixed my duties with the same cunning.
I have to get up early before you and have to sleep after you are fast asleep in the night.
-7-
My first duty starts at 6 in the morning.
I have to slowly rub my lips on your clean pinkish soles to wake you up as I am not allowed to touch you unless and otherwise you specifically order.
However, I am allowed to touch and lick your feet by my lips and tongue anytime during the day.
You and your maid normally don’t touch me with your hands. You use your foot on such occasions.
If I am sleeping on the floor and you want me to get up you will keep on pushing with your toes in my flanks or loin until I stand on my four. And your maid Anita doesn’t know any other way but kicking in my ribs to get me up.
Once Madam you get up and brush your teeth, I take your tea on a trolley to your garden where you wander totally barefooted for sometimes.
Because you believe that I should be used to clean your dirty soles with my tongue at least once a day which will also prevent me from taking you for granted.
Hence, while you are having your breakfast I lie down beneath the trolley and clean your now dirty soles and toes with my tongue.
Once, in the past when I was your senior colleague, I had made a general statement that your feet were not as beautiful as somebody’s.
You borne it in your mind and that’s why you deliberately get your feet licked by me every now and then and sarcastically ask me, “My feet are not that beautiful isn’t it? At least if compared to that of your sweetheart? How disgusting it is my poor dear that you have to clean them with your tongue every day!”
After your breakfast you take bath and get ready for going to your office.
You have fixed my duty to bring your footwear from the rack.
As I am supposed to crawl in front of you I have to hold it in my mouth and bring to you.
You occasionally get it cleaned from me with my tongue.
Sometimes you use me as your foot stool.
You order me to stand in kneel down position and put your bare feet on my back.
Your strong heels pierce my flesh but I can’t move an inch because you don’t like it.
And if I move, you lose your mood and stamp your heel violently on my back which is very very painful.
Whenever you have spare time you play with me.
Sometimes you pour milk on your feet and ask me to lick and clean your feet as well as the floor.
Sometimes you ask me to eat a piece of cake and keep it under your foot.
To eat it I have to insert my tongue through the gap between your sole and the floor and have to struggle hard while you are giggling with pleasure.
However, I can’t stand one thing!
When you seriously discuss with your maid that you are going to desert me soon, I can’t bear it after some time.
I fall at your feet and fill them with my tears.
During such times even your hard-hearted maid appeals you, “Now stop this Madam. Otherwise the poor slave will die of grief.”
And then my Dear Madam, you strokes on my head assuring, ‘Ok Ok. Forget it. I will not desert you. Now enjoy this occasion by licking our soles clean!”
With these words I feel like I have achieved the greatest thing in the world !
Because I know from the bottom of my heart that my existence is for you.
I can’t live if I can’t serve you and please you.
I become restless if my eyes can’t see you.
My tongue is used to the tender touch of your feet and soles and it can’t lye idle if my eyes see even a particle of dust there.
I am addicted to your kicks and footwear slashes.
I feel honored when you humiliate me because you have chosen me for that.
Knowing this well I feel much much obliged to you and as your proud devoted slave I start licking your soles at once.
Your anger brings disaster for me.
If you lose your mood while I am licking your feet you suddenly kick me in my face.
On other occasions you beat me with your footwear.
I start trembling when I see you unbuckling your footwear and I immediately fall at your feet begging for mercy.
But nobody can stop you on such occasion.
You hold my hair tight in your left grip and hit slashes over slashes with your footwear in my face until you are tired or the footwear is torn.
However, when you are convinced about some serious mistake on my part, you tie me and hit hard whiplashes on my buttocks.
And in the mid-night when I find it impossible to sleep with my burning buttocks you suddenly appear.
You slowly sit on your knees near me and smoothly lay your hand on the cuts, fondle the cuts with your fingers and ask, “Hi you Representative of the Superior Darker
Sex! How was it today? What did you feel please tell me?”
On such humiliating episode I really pray God to let me die with immediate effect. Perhaps your husband suffered this all and that’s why he committed suicide.
I am fully aware, however, that nothing is going to end here.
It was made crystal clear by you Madam when your twelve years old daughter was here during her summer vacation.
So far you had taken sufficient care to keep your daughter unaware of your treatment to me. Resultantly she thought I was just a servant and I too would eagerly wait for her to arrive as I would get some rest whenever she is in the house.
But this summer you trained her well to understand how to treat a slave.
Your daughter has got most delicate lovely fair foot.
Like a blooming pink lotus.
I had to worship those beautiful feet every day.
By massaging, by washing and by cleaning with my tongue.
Your daughter liked it so much that deliberately she would wander barefoot and then would order me to clean them immediately with my tongue.
This realized me that my life is an unending journey of a mount with multiple riders on his back urging and pulling him constantly for their pleasure.
And there is no hope of escape for such a mount from his hardships, sufferings and humiliation until he dies.
Madam, I face all this with patience and once again I state I am prepared to suffer anything for your pleasure.
You had humiliated me in every possible way using all your intelligence and cunning.
But you were not satisfied yet.
You wanted to make it public.
So you ordered me to write this real story of my miserable life without omitting anything. And publish it here.
I have tried my level best to do it.
Are you now happy Madam?