sklavos
09-30-2003, 2:01 AM
Episode Seven
With a new routine to follow, new duties to fulfil and last, but not least, my studies to attend, Christmas came along and all three of us flew to Europe, Switzerland, so they could have the ideal Christmas holidays with a slave to serve them, even in public. Once there, a magnificent location with the hotel overseeing a lake with a small forest on one side, we were led to our two rooms – one for each Mistress with me spending every other night at each one’s room, on the ground so that I am the first thing to step on when they wake up. At home I always go to sleep at the foot of Mistress Vera’s bed, as she is always the first that I have to wake up by licking and kissing her feet. Once she leaves the house I continue my sleep, this time at the foot of Mistress Katy’s bed and until I have to wake her up in much the same way I do for her mother. I continued serving them during their holidays, getting them something to drink or eat and attend to their every need. Then they met a lady who, as a psychologist, was interested in my behaviour. All three ladies got into a discussion concerning my role and personality, with the psychologist – a mature German lady with an imposing attitude named Mrs Werner – being utterly excited, particularly at the prospect of having me serve her after Mistress Vera had offered to her my services. The ladies agreed to Mrs Werner having me as her slave for an entire day and my Mistress receiving a free, signed, copy of her future publication that would include an analysis of her encounter with me. I spent that particular day, the whole day, in Mrs Werner’s room being totally dominated and degraded by performing all those tasks that define my status as slave. Mrs Werner was taking notes and seemed very interested in my services. What was more interesting is that her imposing attitude was often expressed through her acts. She used my face as a footstool while surfing the Internet on her portable PC in search for information on female domination and foot fetishism. She had me lick her feet while watching TV. She had me lick her shoes clean while she was having a bath. Then, I gave her a pedicure and massaged her feet. Finally, she trampled me, first, with her bare feet and, then, wearing every single pair of shoes she had brought over for the holidays. However, she never used me as a toilet. Either she thought it was a step too far to do something like that to a complete stranger or my Mistresses never told her about my ability to become a toilet. Mrs Werner was, by far, the most demanding and sadistic lady I had ever served. Again, Mistress Elva filled my thoughts. Probably, one day she, too, would grow into such a dominant lady. At the end of the meeting Mrs Werner said that I was the perfect treatment for any oppressed woman or any female that does not think high of herself. Was that the view of an oppressed woman, a female that does not think high of herself or of a scientist who could claim expertise in that field? Whatever the answer, I felt pleased for having served yet another female. Nevertheless, my Mistresses were not happy when it became obvious that Mrs Werner had mistreated me. It was one thing for Mistress Elva doing so, and then it had a purpose and it was not to the same extent either and a wholly different matter to have a total stranger treat me like that. When they told me, without me saying anything related to the subject, that they had purposefully not told Mrs Werner about my toilet abilities I was convinced. They are divine! They even gave the last two days of their holidays off, so I could get some rest too after almost six highly interesting months in their service.
Anyway, we got back home where another life was waiting for me. I went back to serving ladies at the beauty parlor, members of the society and, of course, my two Mistresses, with any spare time left devoted to my studies. Studies? What studies? With so many responsibilities it was a miracle I was not kicked out from university or so I thought. One day I received a letter from the top-ranking official of the university, clearly concerned with my overall dreadful performance. According to the letter, I had to attend a meeting with a Principal Davies, accompanied by my guardian. It turned out that Principal Davies what a lady in her mid-50s who was disappointed to hear that I had many other responsibilities because she said that the results of the exams for gaining admission to the university revealed a very good student. Soon, we reached the point where she demanded to know of these ‘other responsibilities’ or I would be kicked out. So, Mistress Vera and I decided to tell her the whole truth. As kind as she had always been, Mistress Vera did not want me to lose the opportunity of getting better education, no matter what, and was willing to reveal everything to a total stranger. I, too, still wanted to get better education. What would I say to my parents? That I failed? That I had failed because I chose to serve at the feet of many different ladies? Or that all that was a result of Mistress Vera and Mistress Katy turning me into a slave? No, I had to continue my studies. Maybe then, I could focus on serving my two ladies only and their few friends, withdraw from the society and retire from the beauty parlor. Then I could study, do what was once among my priorities, the same reason, oddly enough, that in some twisted way led me to slavery. Yes, there was the end of the tunnel and I could, eventually, see some light coming in from the ‘outside’ world. The world of reality, where people live normal lives and behave normal too. With my experience I should have known better. Always expect the unexpected and the, initially, speechless and, then, puzzled-looking Mrs Davies stated that her feet could use some attention in a very casual, if not normal (there is that word again) tone. Regardless of what had been previously stated about me serving total strangers, this was a different situation. A situation as delicate as Mrs Davies feet, soon to find out, with my Mistress being present at all times. It was early summer and Mrs Davies’ feet were rather sweaty from being kept captive in a pair of heels, thus ten fairly good-looking, luscious, toes became incredibly active when they met with my tongue. However, what drew my attention were her wrinkled soles that had a skin so soft as that of a baby. I licked her soles with adoration and sucked her toes with care, probably, wanting to satisfy her as a slave for having failed her expectations as a student. Then she trampled my chest in a rather stylish manner, almost like a ballerina careful not to crush something fragile and stood on my face full-weight and barefoot in what, I can certainly imagine, must have been a spectacle of elegance. Assured of my ‘safety’, Mistress Vera decided to leave me alone there, as she had to go to work, and Mrs Davies to use me as a footstool. In other words, to rest her bare feet on the face of one of her students. It must have been quite a rush of power to have me on the floor, under her desk, so that she could use the face of a young man to rest her on! Just before lunchtime, she ordered me to lick her shoes clean, leaving the soles last. I licked as much leather as was visible, until her heels were gleaming, and then proceeded to the soles. Judging from their condition, the shoes must have been recently purchased, but to lick their soles and make them look like new was going to be a difficult challenge. Yes, I valued the task of licking clean the soles of her shoes because, as she was obviously satisfied that far by my performance as a foot stave, this would be my final attempt to make her think of me as a good candidate again. And so, I licked the soles of her shoes and sucked the heels to the point where I could the reflection of the light on them! Having given my best performance ever, we both agreed that I would be serving Mrs Davies for the duration of my studies and she would be ‘correcting’ my files so that I graduate one day. My two Mistresses and I decided to give an end to me working in the beauty parlour and making house calls to members of the society and all went back to ‘normal’. I was only serving three ladies, though most of the time was devoted to Mistress Vera and Mistress Katy. When I completed studying law, what Mistress Vera exercised as a profession (isn’t life funny sometimes), I remained in their service for another year to gain some experience while I was working as Mistress Vera’s assistant (twice her slave) and then, using Mistress Vera’s connections, got a job for the same law firm – the very same place where two of her friends at her party were working at. Today, I am still working for the same law firm, still worship the feet of three ladies during office hours and still serving at Mistress Katy and, again, Mrs Vera’s feet when I go home from work to continue my servitude to my two Mistresses. An idea that has been going around, for a while now, is that Mistress Katy and I have a mock wedding so that she makes sure she gets a husband that would definitely keep her always happy. Then have a couple of daughters that I would teach the art of female domination by raising them like queens when they reach their teenage years, until I start worshiping their feet too when the become of legal age, thus promoting them to goddesses and prepare them for the reproduction of more dominant females.
With a new routine to follow, new duties to fulfil and last, but not least, my studies to attend, Christmas came along and all three of us flew to Europe, Switzerland, so they could have the ideal Christmas holidays with a slave to serve them, even in public. Once there, a magnificent location with the hotel overseeing a lake with a small forest on one side, we were led to our two rooms – one for each Mistress with me spending every other night at each one’s room, on the ground so that I am the first thing to step on when they wake up. At home I always go to sleep at the foot of Mistress Vera’s bed, as she is always the first that I have to wake up by licking and kissing her feet. Once she leaves the house I continue my sleep, this time at the foot of Mistress Katy’s bed and until I have to wake her up in much the same way I do for her mother. I continued serving them during their holidays, getting them something to drink or eat and attend to their every need. Then they met a lady who, as a psychologist, was interested in my behaviour. All three ladies got into a discussion concerning my role and personality, with the psychologist – a mature German lady with an imposing attitude named Mrs Werner – being utterly excited, particularly at the prospect of having me serve her after Mistress Vera had offered to her my services. The ladies agreed to Mrs Werner having me as her slave for an entire day and my Mistress receiving a free, signed, copy of her future publication that would include an analysis of her encounter with me. I spent that particular day, the whole day, in Mrs Werner’s room being totally dominated and degraded by performing all those tasks that define my status as slave. Mrs Werner was taking notes and seemed very interested in my services. What was more interesting is that her imposing attitude was often expressed through her acts. She used my face as a footstool while surfing the Internet on her portable PC in search for information on female domination and foot fetishism. She had me lick her feet while watching TV. She had me lick her shoes clean while she was having a bath. Then, I gave her a pedicure and massaged her feet. Finally, she trampled me, first, with her bare feet and, then, wearing every single pair of shoes she had brought over for the holidays. However, she never used me as a toilet. Either she thought it was a step too far to do something like that to a complete stranger or my Mistresses never told her about my ability to become a toilet. Mrs Werner was, by far, the most demanding and sadistic lady I had ever served. Again, Mistress Elva filled my thoughts. Probably, one day she, too, would grow into such a dominant lady. At the end of the meeting Mrs Werner said that I was the perfect treatment for any oppressed woman or any female that does not think high of herself. Was that the view of an oppressed woman, a female that does not think high of herself or of a scientist who could claim expertise in that field? Whatever the answer, I felt pleased for having served yet another female. Nevertheless, my Mistresses were not happy when it became obvious that Mrs Werner had mistreated me. It was one thing for Mistress Elva doing so, and then it had a purpose and it was not to the same extent either and a wholly different matter to have a total stranger treat me like that. When they told me, without me saying anything related to the subject, that they had purposefully not told Mrs Werner about my toilet abilities I was convinced. They are divine! They even gave the last two days of their holidays off, so I could get some rest too after almost six highly interesting months in their service.
Anyway, we got back home where another life was waiting for me. I went back to serving ladies at the beauty parlor, members of the society and, of course, my two Mistresses, with any spare time left devoted to my studies. Studies? What studies? With so many responsibilities it was a miracle I was not kicked out from university or so I thought. One day I received a letter from the top-ranking official of the university, clearly concerned with my overall dreadful performance. According to the letter, I had to attend a meeting with a Principal Davies, accompanied by my guardian. It turned out that Principal Davies what a lady in her mid-50s who was disappointed to hear that I had many other responsibilities because she said that the results of the exams for gaining admission to the university revealed a very good student. Soon, we reached the point where she demanded to know of these ‘other responsibilities’ or I would be kicked out. So, Mistress Vera and I decided to tell her the whole truth. As kind as she had always been, Mistress Vera did not want me to lose the opportunity of getting better education, no matter what, and was willing to reveal everything to a total stranger. I, too, still wanted to get better education. What would I say to my parents? That I failed? That I had failed because I chose to serve at the feet of many different ladies? Or that all that was a result of Mistress Vera and Mistress Katy turning me into a slave? No, I had to continue my studies. Maybe then, I could focus on serving my two ladies only and their few friends, withdraw from the society and retire from the beauty parlor. Then I could study, do what was once among my priorities, the same reason, oddly enough, that in some twisted way led me to slavery. Yes, there was the end of the tunnel and I could, eventually, see some light coming in from the ‘outside’ world. The world of reality, where people live normal lives and behave normal too. With my experience I should have known better. Always expect the unexpected and the, initially, speechless and, then, puzzled-looking Mrs Davies stated that her feet could use some attention in a very casual, if not normal (there is that word again) tone. Regardless of what had been previously stated about me serving total strangers, this was a different situation. A situation as delicate as Mrs Davies feet, soon to find out, with my Mistress being present at all times. It was early summer and Mrs Davies’ feet were rather sweaty from being kept captive in a pair of heels, thus ten fairly good-looking, luscious, toes became incredibly active when they met with my tongue. However, what drew my attention were her wrinkled soles that had a skin so soft as that of a baby. I licked her soles with adoration and sucked her toes with care, probably, wanting to satisfy her as a slave for having failed her expectations as a student. Then she trampled my chest in a rather stylish manner, almost like a ballerina careful not to crush something fragile and stood on my face full-weight and barefoot in what, I can certainly imagine, must have been a spectacle of elegance. Assured of my ‘safety’, Mistress Vera decided to leave me alone there, as she had to go to work, and Mrs Davies to use me as a footstool. In other words, to rest her bare feet on the face of one of her students. It must have been quite a rush of power to have me on the floor, under her desk, so that she could use the face of a young man to rest her on! Just before lunchtime, she ordered me to lick her shoes clean, leaving the soles last. I licked as much leather as was visible, until her heels were gleaming, and then proceeded to the soles. Judging from their condition, the shoes must have been recently purchased, but to lick their soles and make them look like new was going to be a difficult challenge. Yes, I valued the task of licking clean the soles of her shoes because, as she was obviously satisfied that far by my performance as a foot stave, this would be my final attempt to make her think of me as a good candidate again. And so, I licked the soles of her shoes and sucked the heels to the point where I could the reflection of the light on them! Having given my best performance ever, we both agreed that I would be serving Mrs Davies for the duration of my studies and she would be ‘correcting’ my files so that I graduate one day. My two Mistresses and I decided to give an end to me working in the beauty parlour and making house calls to members of the society and all went back to ‘normal’. I was only serving three ladies, though most of the time was devoted to Mistress Vera and Mistress Katy. When I completed studying law, what Mistress Vera exercised as a profession (isn’t life funny sometimes), I remained in their service for another year to gain some experience while I was working as Mistress Vera’s assistant (twice her slave) and then, using Mistress Vera’s connections, got a job for the same law firm – the very same place where two of her friends at her party were working at. Today, I am still working for the same law firm, still worship the feet of three ladies during office hours and still serving at Mistress Katy and, again, Mrs Vera’s feet when I go home from work to continue my servitude to my two Mistresses. An idea that has been going around, for a while now, is that Mistress Katy and I have a mock wedding so that she makes sure she gets a husband that would definitely keep her always happy. Then have a couple of daughters that I would teach the art of female domination by raising them like queens when they reach their teenage years, until I start worshiping their feet too when the become of legal age, thus promoting them to goddesses and prepare them for the reproduction of more dominant females.