ladiesinsole
01-22-2004, 10:02 PM
Part 5
Remember at this point I was still dressed in just my sisters knickers, with the words ‘I’m a knicker sniffing pansy’ scrawled across my chest with my mothers lipstick. I laid down in front of the door, my sister started laughing hysterically. ‘Don’t forget to wipe your feet’ mum shouted from the lounge.
‘OK, mum’ Jane replied, as she stepped up onto my chest, ‘but I may make a mess of his lipstick’
‘That’s OK, I’ve been considering a tattoo for him instead’ mum laughed, ‘Yeah, it will simply say Welcome’ she laughed even more at this, so did Jane.
My sister grinned down at me and whispered ‘Is this what you wanted slave’
‘No’ I whispered back, whilst trying to get a breath.
I hadn’t noticed my mother coming into the hallway, she had obviously heard our exchange though as she snarled, ‘Well it’s a good job this isn’t about what you want then’
‘Tongue out’ my sister ordered, she then proceeded to wipe the soles of her trainers on my tongue, whilst still standing on my bare chest. When I had done both shoes, mum inspected the soles of Janes shoes. ‘Tut, tut, theres some gum stuck on the bottom of this one’, my sister climbed onto my chest again, and they made me scrape the gum off with my teeth. ‘Eat it’ my mother ordered.
We then went into the lounge, after being ordered to remove Janes trainers and make them both a drink, mum told me to go make dinner.
As ordered I made mash bangers and mash, maybe things weren’t going to be so bad, mum knew this was my favourite, and I normally got it on my birthday.
But as I was cooking it, I could hear them talking, and laughing, obviously discussing me, and my new role in life.
I took the plates through to the dining room, and called them through for dinner, my mother looked at me quizzically, ‘Why have you made an extra one?’ she asked.
I was puzzled, and didn’t know how to answer, luckily she answered for me.
‘You wont be eating with us anymore’ mum smiled as she said this, ‘You’ll just have whatever scraps are left afterwards’, ‘if any!’ added my sister giggling.
They then made me share my portion between them.
I was made to kneel in the corner whilst they eat their dinner, occasionally one of them would order a drink, or just ask me to pass the salt, which was easily within their reach, but I would have to crawl 12 feet on my hands and knees to pass it to them, and then back again. Whilst they eat they continued discussing me, as if I wasn’t even there.
They talked about what to do with my room, my sister wanted it as a walk in dresser, but my mother overruled her, and said they would rent it out, that way they would have more money for luxuries, I knew they didn’t mean luxury for me.
‘Where will I sleep’ I asked meekly, but even as I spoke I wonder whether asking this was a mistake, to my relief my mother answered without scolding me for talking out of turn. ‘Under the stairs’.
It took them about 15 minutes for them to polish off the majority of the dinner, at which my mother turn to me and spat a mouthful of sausage onto the floor in front of me, ‘eghh, that bit was all gristly, you can have that’, on seeing this my sister spat a wad of mash potatoe onto the floor next to it.
My mother then asked if I wanted any seasoning, I nodded my head, my sister got hold of the salt pot, but my mother said ‘don’t waste that on him. She then sidled her chair over too the mess on the floor, placed her feet in the mash.
‘I spect there is plenty of salt on my sweaty feet’ she laughed, so did Jane.
They made me lick all the mash from my mothers sole, then Jane squashed the chewed up sausage into the carpet with the heel of her left foot. I was then made to eat that too.
After dinner I had to clean up all the plates and dishes, whilst they went and watched afternoon soaps. Then I joined them. ‘OK, lets talk about these’ mum said in a stern voice, indicating the unpolished shoes.
She told me that I would receive a stamp from each unpolished shoe. Making me lay on the floor, she kicked a knee high pair of black leather boots to within my reach, then stood over me. Offering her nylon clad left foot to me ‘Put it one’ she ordered.
Once the boot was on she smiled at me then stamped down onto my stomach witch the chucky heel of the boot. I was winded. She made me kiss the sole of the boot, then she repeated the whole process with the other boot. I was then made to remove the boots, and start with the next shoe. And so on, the whole process took about 20 minutes, and as there were quite a few dangerous looking heels, my poor stomach was black and blue.
I was then made to lick each pair clean, blow dry them (with my breath), before polishing them, all the while they lounged around.
A couple of hours later and I thought I was done, but instead my sister ordered me to go get her shoes next. Luckily she had quite a few less than my mother, so I was done with them within an hour.
They made be their footstool whilst they watched TV that evening, after an hour my arms were aching, they let me roll onto my back, my mother kept her word and used my face as her foot rest.
The phone rang, it was Dawn, the go-for in the hair salon which my mother managed, apparently she wouldn’t be able to come in the next day, this made my mother really mad, she was shouting and screaming at poor Dawn. Then she looked at me, smiled and said sweetly ‘OK dawn, you have the day off, come in the next day, and we’ll discuss it then’ she then hung up the phone.
She told me that I would have to go to work with her tomorrow, as there was no one else qualified to do dawns work. I asked what that was, she laughed and said ‘She does whatever me or the other girls tell her’, ‘A slave?’ I asked, ‘No, but she might as well be, with the below minimum wage I pay her’ sniggered mum. It was obvious this whole domineering thing was in mother, well before she dominated me.
That night they locked me in the cupboard under the stairs, and went to bed.
Remember at this point I was still dressed in just my sisters knickers, with the words ‘I’m a knicker sniffing pansy’ scrawled across my chest with my mothers lipstick. I laid down in front of the door, my sister started laughing hysterically. ‘Don’t forget to wipe your feet’ mum shouted from the lounge.
‘OK, mum’ Jane replied, as she stepped up onto my chest, ‘but I may make a mess of his lipstick’
‘That’s OK, I’ve been considering a tattoo for him instead’ mum laughed, ‘Yeah, it will simply say Welcome’ she laughed even more at this, so did Jane.
My sister grinned down at me and whispered ‘Is this what you wanted slave’
‘No’ I whispered back, whilst trying to get a breath.
I hadn’t noticed my mother coming into the hallway, she had obviously heard our exchange though as she snarled, ‘Well it’s a good job this isn’t about what you want then’
‘Tongue out’ my sister ordered, she then proceeded to wipe the soles of her trainers on my tongue, whilst still standing on my bare chest. When I had done both shoes, mum inspected the soles of Janes shoes. ‘Tut, tut, theres some gum stuck on the bottom of this one’, my sister climbed onto my chest again, and they made me scrape the gum off with my teeth. ‘Eat it’ my mother ordered.
We then went into the lounge, after being ordered to remove Janes trainers and make them both a drink, mum told me to go make dinner.
As ordered I made mash bangers and mash, maybe things weren’t going to be so bad, mum knew this was my favourite, and I normally got it on my birthday.
But as I was cooking it, I could hear them talking, and laughing, obviously discussing me, and my new role in life.
I took the plates through to the dining room, and called them through for dinner, my mother looked at me quizzically, ‘Why have you made an extra one?’ she asked.
I was puzzled, and didn’t know how to answer, luckily she answered for me.
‘You wont be eating with us anymore’ mum smiled as she said this, ‘You’ll just have whatever scraps are left afterwards’, ‘if any!’ added my sister giggling.
They then made me share my portion between them.
I was made to kneel in the corner whilst they eat their dinner, occasionally one of them would order a drink, or just ask me to pass the salt, which was easily within their reach, but I would have to crawl 12 feet on my hands and knees to pass it to them, and then back again. Whilst they eat they continued discussing me, as if I wasn’t even there.
They talked about what to do with my room, my sister wanted it as a walk in dresser, but my mother overruled her, and said they would rent it out, that way they would have more money for luxuries, I knew they didn’t mean luxury for me.
‘Where will I sleep’ I asked meekly, but even as I spoke I wonder whether asking this was a mistake, to my relief my mother answered without scolding me for talking out of turn. ‘Under the stairs’.
It took them about 15 minutes for them to polish off the majority of the dinner, at which my mother turn to me and spat a mouthful of sausage onto the floor in front of me, ‘eghh, that bit was all gristly, you can have that’, on seeing this my sister spat a wad of mash potatoe onto the floor next to it.
My mother then asked if I wanted any seasoning, I nodded my head, my sister got hold of the salt pot, but my mother said ‘don’t waste that on him. She then sidled her chair over too the mess on the floor, placed her feet in the mash.
‘I spect there is plenty of salt on my sweaty feet’ she laughed, so did Jane.
They made me lick all the mash from my mothers sole, then Jane squashed the chewed up sausage into the carpet with the heel of her left foot. I was then made to eat that too.
After dinner I had to clean up all the plates and dishes, whilst they went and watched afternoon soaps. Then I joined them. ‘OK, lets talk about these’ mum said in a stern voice, indicating the unpolished shoes.
She told me that I would receive a stamp from each unpolished shoe. Making me lay on the floor, she kicked a knee high pair of black leather boots to within my reach, then stood over me. Offering her nylon clad left foot to me ‘Put it one’ she ordered.
Once the boot was on she smiled at me then stamped down onto my stomach witch the chucky heel of the boot. I was winded. She made me kiss the sole of the boot, then she repeated the whole process with the other boot. I was then made to remove the boots, and start with the next shoe. And so on, the whole process took about 20 minutes, and as there were quite a few dangerous looking heels, my poor stomach was black and blue.
I was then made to lick each pair clean, blow dry them (with my breath), before polishing them, all the while they lounged around.
A couple of hours later and I thought I was done, but instead my sister ordered me to go get her shoes next. Luckily she had quite a few less than my mother, so I was done with them within an hour.
They made be their footstool whilst they watched TV that evening, after an hour my arms were aching, they let me roll onto my back, my mother kept her word and used my face as her foot rest.
The phone rang, it was Dawn, the go-for in the hair salon which my mother managed, apparently she wouldn’t be able to come in the next day, this made my mother really mad, she was shouting and screaming at poor Dawn. Then she looked at me, smiled and said sweetly ‘OK dawn, you have the day off, come in the next day, and we’ll discuss it then’ she then hung up the phone.
She told me that I would have to go to work with her tomorrow, as there was no one else qualified to do dawns work. I asked what that was, she laughed and said ‘She does whatever me or the other girls tell her’, ‘A slave?’ I asked, ‘No, but she might as well be, with the below minimum wage I pay her’ sniggered mum. It was obvious this whole domineering thing was in mother, well before she dominated me.
That night they locked me in the cupboard under the stairs, and went to bed.