Request for repost

[roomate]

Hi all,
could someone repost the last 3 Chapters of Birthday Wish, please?

Thanks,

R

[theonecoral1]

Part 8
When mothers break was over she kicked the side of my head, and ordered me to go back to work. When I went back in there, the girls were busy on two more clients, 'Two teas boy!' Kathy ordered, i meekly complied with her instructions, and served the clients their tea. My mother then ordered me to get my brush, and pointed at the floor, there was a trail of dry mud leading from the front door to the riding boots of Sarahs client, who obviously saw what my mother was pointing at, and appologised, 'Don't worry about it, thats what the boys for!' cooed mother, clipping me round the ear. I started at the door, and worked my way to the ladies boots. 'Hes very obediant' the lady remarked, 'He'll do anything we tell him' remarked my mother. 'Like a slave?' asked the woman, 'exactly, he is a slave' my mum answered. 'how did you manage to get him to agree?' the lady asked, 'Well, he wanted it, and begged me' mum said. Both clients laughed at that. 'The same thing happened to me', said the lady with the riding boots, 'have you made any money out of him yet?' she asked, mother asked what she meant, the lady then went on to relay her story, the following is a much shortened account of this:


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It turned out she run a riding stable, she got lots of young children asking if they could help out with the horses, but this one child called Billy was quite different, his parents were fine with him helping out at the stable, and he was allowed to go there after school and the weekends. As time passed she noticed that he wasn't really interested in the horses, but he was an incedibly hard worker. So she asked him why he did it, and he said that he just like doing wwhat he was told, 'Good!' she said then in a joking fashion, pretending to be really dominant ordered him to clean her boots, she thought it was just a joke, but the sight of her in tight judpurs, boots, wielding a whip and ordering him to clean her boots was to much for him, and he sank to his knees and started licking the muck from her boots, at this she bolted and told him to stop, thats when he begged and groveled to be her slave. She was hesitant at first, but didnt wont to lose such a good worker, she said that she would think about it, and he should just get on with mucking out the stables for the time being. She also made a handful of money by cleaning all the rich girls boots(who were way to snooty to do it for themselves), she charged them a pound a time, most of them left their boots there on a sunday night, so that they could be clean for the next weekend ride, it really grated on her that these bitches got her to clean their boots for such a pittance, but she needed the money. It was a sunday, the last girl had left in her daddies range rover. She went to the tack room, and was distressed to see no less than twevle pairs of dirty riding boots waiting for her, next to a pot of pound coins. She immediately went to the stables and got Billy, from that day he was her slave, and he cleaned all the boots, whilst she pocket'd the money, Money for nothing she said and laughed. Unfortunately Billys mum came to visit him one sunday, whilst he was cleaning the ladies boots with his tongue, she demanded to know what else had been happening, she told his mum that he had begged for this, and that he also done all her housework ,laundry and ironing. At this the mum clipped Billy around the ear, and said that there was plenty of that at home, and then walked out, calling her son after her, he said sorry, and then left. I watch as they got to the car, she was pointing at her shoe, he bent down and started licking her shoe, i could see that she had stepped in something, well that was the last she saw of Billy.
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'I dont have that problem' mum stated, 'Whys that?' asked the lady. 'Well I am his mother' mum stated, and they all laughed, all except me that is. Then Sarah and Kathy resumed their work, they had both stopped to listen to the story, as had the other client to, she used this moment to speak for the first time, 'Well Id pay a pound to have my shoes cleaned' she stated hopefully, 'Me too' added the client with the boots. Mother immediatly ordered me to go get some rags from out the back, then the quiet lady chirped in 'Id pay two pounds, if you make him do it without rags' she said excitely. Mum didnt need to say a word, she just pointed down at the ladies shoes, I crawled under the counter in front of the clients chair, this was very humiliating. The lady was wearing a long dress, under which she had white nylons and a red pair of flat shoes, I licked the uppers clean first, i could smell the scent of her feet through the leather of her shoes. Then I lay flat, so i could get my head underneath her soles, the left one was a bit gritty, but generaly pretty clean, but the right one had a wad of gum stuck to it, i knew what i would have to do, so i just started scrapping it off with my teath, she felt that and asked was i was up to down there, i told her she had gum stuck on her shoe, she just said 'Oh' and replaced her foot in my face. When i had done, I used my tee-shirt to buff her shoes up to a shine. She was pleased with my work.
Mother then asked the riding mistress if she wanted the 1 or 2 pound service, she of course opted to pay the extra pound, and have me lick her boots clean, 'I liked the way he swalled that gum, very considerate, not wanting to get it on your floor' she then inspected the soles of her boots, 'No Gum, but plenty of horrid muck, i'm sure your mother doesnt want on the floor' said the lady evily. 'Dam right' mother said harshly.
Again I started with the uppers, it took much longer than the other ladies shoes, and they were covered in filth. When i got underneath, i saw what she meant about the muck, there was a wedge of muck between the heel and sole, I had to use my tongue to dislodge it, and then i swallowed, it was fowl, I dread to think what was in it.
Whilst i finished licking the soles of the boots clean, all the ladies started giggling, then mum said 'Shhhhhh, it'll be a surprise', I polished up the boots with my tee-shirt again, and then crawled out from under the counter to see what they were all giggling about. Mother had put a hand written sign under the pricelist on the wall, it read:

Also available, while you have you hair done;
1) Shoes cleaned (£1)
2) Shoes licked Clean (£2)
3) Foot Masage (£1)
4) Foot masage (£2) (Ask for details)

'How come 3 & four are the same thing, but at different prices' asked the quiet lady.
'He uses his tongue' mum answered her.

'Put me down for a 4 then' smiled the lady, 'Me Too' Grinned the Riding Mistress.

I meekly crawled under the counter again. This really was going to be a long day...

[theonecoral1]

Part7
I made my mum bacon and eggs, as she had ordered, 'um, smells nice, I could get used to this' she purred as she came into the kitchen. You see, her normal mornings were a stressful affair, with me and Jane moaning about this and that, and her trying to get all the chores done before she left for work. Well that had all changed, all the chores were done, she had had a lay in, and no one was moaning. In fact she used it as her chance to have a moan, 'Slave, i like my bacon well done, not raw like this muck', she nagged. I said that I would do it again, but she said in a haughty dismisive tone that she didn't have the time, she then proceeded to cut the rind of the undone bacon, she threw it to her feet, then mashed it into the tiles of the kitchen floor with her blue work shoes, then with a simple command she gave me my breakfast, 'Eat!' she ordered, raising her foot just enough to let me lick the squashed bacon rind from under it.
When she had finished her breakfast, she led me to the car, and inspected my earlier cleaning job, 'it'll do' she commented. When she got in she called me round to her side, then told me that i had missed a spot, i couldn't see where she meant, so she told me to put my head in the footwell, then she forced my head down towards the pedals with the toe of her shoe, 'Do you see, now' she snarled, 'Yes, sorry mistress', she pressed harder forcing my face against the pedal, 'Finish the job!' she ordered, i knew she meant for me to lick the pedals clean, so i did so. When i had finished she popped the trunk and told me to get in. I couldn't believe this and complained, saying this was just too much.
'Look I dont want to be seen with you, what if I see a hunky man in the traffic jam?, and dont forget the material I have on you!' she sneered, with that i climbed into the boot and pulled it shut behind me. It was very cramped in there, and the drive was very noisie and uncomfortable. When we finally stopped, i heard mum walk to the rear of the car, she banged on the top of the trunk and said 'Stay here' then i could hear her chuckling to herself, and the click, click of her heels getting fainter as she walked off. In the complete darkness of the trunk, i couldn't tell how long she had been gone, but i guess 15 minutes or so, in that time I had heard a few people pass, and at least two of these were ladies wearing heels, each time i thought it was her returning, panic had set in, what if something had happened, how long would she be, where were we?, all these questions were swirling in my mind. But then she did return, she didn't say anything, she just got in the car, huming to herself, she was pleased about something. then we set off again. We soon stopped again, this time she popped the trunk, and told me to get out.
We went into the salon, Cathy and Sarah were already there, they worked for mum, but were not go-fors like Dawn, they were trained hair dressers, i had met them both before, which was going to make today even more unbarable.
'Dawns not here' chirped Kathy, obviously thinking she was getting Dawn into trouble, and the smile on her face suggested that that was fine by her. 'I know, she phoned me last night, thats why I brought him in' she said indicating me. 'Thats nice' Sarah said in a questioning tone, it was obvious that she didn't understand why my own mother had said 'Him' in such a haughty tone. 'Yeah but it wont be as fun as bossing Dawn about, I mean you wont lets us boss your son about in the same way' Kathy said, 'you'd be suprised' answered mum with a wry smile on her face. She then proceeded to tell a modified version of events, basically indicating that it was solely me that wanted this slavery, and she was only going along with my wishes, this was incredibly embarassing, they were discussing me as if i wasn't there, except of course for a few glances and giggles from the girls.
'So you dont mind if we dominate him, like we do to Dawn?' asked Sarah
'Not at all, he loves it, but dont restrict yourself to what we get dawn to do' mum answered her
'What do you mean?' asked Kathy
'Well for example, if you want a foot massage when you are on your breaks, just order it' smirked mum, at this the other two started smiling the same evil smile I had seen on mothers face yesterday.
Mum told me that the first job of the day was to make them all a tea, then i had to go and get bagels for the girls. When i returned the salon was already busy with customers, all three ladies were working on ladies hair, each asked their client if they wanted a drink, and then ordered me to make them, they didn't call me slave in front of the public, instead they simply reffered to me as 'Boy!', and whenever any of them said it, they said it through there noses as if it was a filthy word.
Sarah finished with her client first, she ordered me to brush the hair from the floor, of course adding 'Boy!' to the end of her order. I went to get the brush from the corner, but mum ordered me to use the dust pan and brush instead. This was very humiliating as i had to brush up the hair whilst on my hands and knees, right here in public. Sarah took the money from her client, who left chuckling at the sight she had just witnessed.
The morning went on like this, until kathy said it was time for her break, 'Come through here, Boy!' she ordered as she made her way through to the back room. I followed meekly.
When we got there Kathy order a tea, and asked me just what she could get away with. I said just about anything, I was a slave after all.
'We'll I've always wondered how it would feel to kick a man in the nuts, is that ok' she asked, I looked at her imploringly, but she just stared back, so i said it was ok, but begged her not to all the same. 'Sorry, i just goto know, now spread em!' she ordered. I did as instructed, and then looked at her trying to beg her with my eyes not to do it, but to no avail. The toe of her trainer connected with my groin, dont get me wrong, it hurt like hell, but it could have been worse, she was obviously still nervous about this, so the kick was very under powered. I grabbed my balls all the same.
'Get those hands up' she ordered, then she kicked me a lot harder, and I crumpled to the floor at her feet, she simply used my crumpled body as her foot rest whilst she drank her tea
and read a magazine.
Her break was over when one of the others came into the room wanting a cup of tea, it was Sarah, Kathy stepped on my chest on her way back into the front of the salon. I was ordered to make a coffee for Sarah, then she had me remove her mules and massage her feet whilst she sat and drank her tea. Her feet were beatiful, just like the rest of her, but they did pong, so I was quiet glad i didn't have to kiss them. Then my mother came in saying it was her break now, I put one of her mules back on, but mum sclded me, 'Dont you kiss a ladies feet before saying good bye' she scolded. I remove the mule and planted a kiss on the ball of Sarahs foot, up this close, they really did pong, and i had seen why, the insoles of her mules were black, she had obviously had these for a long time, and probably wore them every day. I kissed her other foot, then put her mules back on for her. She left and i made mum a tea, she asked me what the girls did, after telling her, she wanted to try the kickking thing too, and i was in no position to refuse, but she didn't stop at two kicks, she kicked me four times, all hard, and she had to force me to get up after each. Then she made me lay face up, kicked off her shoes and rested her nylon clad heel on top of my nose, then she crossed her other leg over, doubling the weight on my nose, it was vaery painful, but mum either didn't realise or didn't care, she was too rapped up in the magazine the other two had been reading.

It was mid morning, and i was already completely beat, God this was going to be a very long day indeed.

[theonecoral1]

Part 6
It was an uncomfortable night, as there was no carpet in the cupboard, and I had no blankets or pillows, but I managed to get a few hours sleep somehow. Only to be rudely awakened by Jane storming down the stairs, from the cupboard it really did sound like a herd of elephants.
She banged on the cupboard door, ‘Get up Slave’ she commanded, then she unbolted the door. I crawled out of the cupboard, not due to my new status, but because the height of the door restricted anything else. My sister was standing there in just her night dress and pink fluffy slippers, she waggled one at me, I of course crawled over and kissed it, how humiliating, kissing pink fluffy slippers. I then kissed the other. Jane dropped some tights, socks and panties onto the floor, ‘Mum says you can prewash these, then hand wash them and hang them in your new room to dry’ my sister said matter of factly. I looked at the pile, it contained my mothers pantyhose and knickers from yesterday, and my sisters socks and knickers from yesterday. I guess I now new what my first task of the day, every day would be. As I started gathering up the pile my sister continued ‘She also said that you were to wake her with a cup of tea at eight o’clock’, ‘what time is it now?’, I asked, ‘Five’ my sister answered grinning, ‘What!’ I was astounded, ‘Why did you wake me so early’ I asked.
‘Well, you are a slave now, and you have duties to do, why should either of your mistress’s suffer, just because you have to go to work today?’ my sister asked, but I knew she wasn’t looking for an answer.
‘Mum said that you were to do the laundry as instructed, then do all the ironing. After that you are to was mums car, and my bike’ she paused waiting for my response, but I had already resigned myself to giving up the bike. She continued ‘That should just about fill your time, but if you finish early, then you may start brushing the carpets’ she said.
‘Um, what do you mean brushing the carpets?’ I asked
‘Well mum wants her carpets hover trice daily, but as we will both be asleep, you can’t use the hover, so use the dust pan and brush instead’ she laughed.
‘Don’t worry about waking me, I’m going to have a lie in’ my sister said, then she went back up the stairs for a lay down.
I got on with the tasks at hand, I didn’t skip any of the steps, as I was frightened my mother would wake early and catch me. I did finish with quarter of an hour to spare, so I started crawling around, brushing the carpets, I guess I should be glad that they didn’t make me lick them clean.
At five minutes to eight, I took me mothers tea up too her. When she awoke, she looked a little puzzled to see me kneeling by her bed, with a cup of tea in my hands, but then the events of the previous day came back to her. ‘Did you finish all the tasks?’ she asked.
‘Yes mistress’ I answered. Being called mistress obviously pleased her, as she responded ‘Good, well for a treat you can lick my feet while I have my tea’ she said, I crawled to the end of the bed and uncovered her feet, ‘No, my feet will get cold’ she screamed, so I stuck my head under the cover and started licking her smelly feet, it was very hot and smelly under there, but it was about to get worse, as she farted, then laughed. I took my head out quickly, ‘Get back under there’ she ordered. I did so, it was extremely gross, but what could I do. I was really starting to regret this whole thing now. I was under there for about ten minutes, and they were extremely long minutes. ‘OK, slave go get my bath robe’ she ordered, when I brought it back, she had me turn around, then she tied some thick black stockings around my head, creating an effective blindfold. ‘Don’t want you seeing anything you are not supposed to’ she laughed. She ordered me to stand and then hold her robe out, so that she could put it on, this in itself felt very strange, as even though I couldn’t see anything I knew my mother was naked, and I was serving her like a chamber maid.
‘Kneel’ she emphasised this by pushing down on my head. She then moved away, I heard her rummaging through stuff, then she came back over and ordered me to open my mouth, she stuffed the end of yet another stinky pair of stockings/tights into my mouth, she ordered me to grip tightly. ‘In the absence of a lead this will have to do’ she chuckled
she then lead me like a dog into the bathroom, where she made me remove her robe again.
‘Lay on the floor’ she ordered, and I did as she said, but she kicked the side of my head, ‘Move over there’ she instructed, I sidled over to where she had kicked me. I heard the toilet seat open then she sat down placed her feet over my face and started to pee, it was really gross, I could hear everything in the bowl, as my head was so close to it.
When she had finished she made me flush the loo for her, how lazy is that. Then she explained, that as a slave I would not be allowed to use fresh water to wash, instead I would have to use the dirty water left over from their baths. ‘And it should cut the water bill by a third’ she laughed.
She then said that she felt like having a shower instead today, she ordered me to lay face up in the tub, I did as instructed, she pulled the curtain shut, but didn’t get in, then the water hit me, and I remember a flaw with our shower, it took about a minute to heat up, so I was bombarded with freezing cold water, I could hear mum laughing just the other side of the curtain.
‘Is it warm yet’ mum asked
‘No’ I spluttered, which caused her to laugh even more, ‘No, what’ she asked, ‘No mistress’ I spluttered more. ‘That’s better, how about now? She asked, I told her it was getting warmer, so she climbed in at the bottom of the tub between my legs. She laughed, ‘Looks like that stamping punishment, did the trick’ she said, referring to the bruises on my stomach, she then place a foot on the bruising and stepped up, I groaned, she heard me and said, ‘ummm, the punishment that just keeps on giving’ she then proceeded to shower as normal, but using me as her bath mat. She would vary her stance, sometime on my belly, and sometime on my chest. But where ever she stood, it was always very painful, as the surface of the tub was hard, and have no give whatsoever.
When she had finished she turned the shower off, and dried herself, whilst still stood on me in the tub. When she was dry she dropped her used damp towel on me and order me to get dry. Whilst I was drying myself she started brushing her teeth, when she had finished she spat it out in my mouth, ‘Don’t want to waste tooth paste on you either’ she said passing me my tooth brush. I could feel bits of yesterdays sausage in the minty foam, god this was really gross.
She then made me put her robe back on her, kneel, and finally I was allowed to remove the blind fold.
She then ordered me to clean up the bathroom, whilst she went to get dressed.

When I had done with the bathroom, I reported in to her room, she was completely dressed apart from her shoes, she was wearing a white blouse, and tight light blue jeans, and a pair of light tan tights under them. She ordered me to get the blue 2” stilettos from her cupboard, then I had to place them on her feet, and kiss each one.

Then she ordered me to go make her some breakfast, she would be down soon.

[theonecoral1]

birday wish part 5
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.

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[Miss_clinton]

A nice story indeed. Would anyone please post the first 4 parts again? Thank you.

[roomate]

Thanks for the repost.

R