Bonnie's Rules

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Hey, I'ma big fan of the stories on here, and I'm a writer myself. I posted this story over on themousepad. So I thought I'd post it here too. It's ongoing still, nearly finished. Anyway, here's the first three parts, hope you enjoy!



Bonnie's Rules

Part 1: Introduction



It’s odd thinking back to that time, and not realising that it was such a major turning point in my life. I was a fresh faced 20 year old, just about to start college. I stood at6”1 and, had long dark hair. I’d like to have thought I was good looking as a youngster, but back then I was an awkward, uncondifident kid, self esteem at absolute zero. I’d had some pretty good teenage years. The only bad thing about it was my infactuation with Jennifer. When I was 13 I had fallen in love with her. All throughout school I was obsessed with her. I watched her with all her other boyfriends. Whenever I’d ask her out, or try to convince her to be with me, she’d shoot me down, which hit hard. However, we remained quite good friends. Ironically, it would be her who sent me into such a dramatic change in lifestyle.



I was planning to study psychology in college. The only problem was, I only just qualified, and there were only a handful of colleges that would let me join their courses. The nearest one was in the next state. I had no cash, and all the money from my job went towards the college fees, so I was broke. I could neither afford college accomadation, or to commute everyday, which was unfeezible anyway. It was Jennifer who mentioned that her older sister, Bonnie, lived in the next state, 30 minutes drive from my college. She said she was sure that they could organise something. Bonnie was 24. She was about 5”11. She had a gorgeous, curvacious body. She wasn’t skinny, but she was in no way fat. Her figure was in my opinion, beautiful. She was a full figured, vuluptious woman. What you’d call a “Real woman”. Perfectly proportioned, every piece of her body curving wonderfully into the other, and large breasts. She had shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes, and a pretty face. I remember seeing her on the school bus when she went to school, and occasionally when I’d go to Jennifer’s house. Other than that I never saw her much, and never really even spoke to her. I always got the impression that she didn’t like me much, but that was probably due to my insecure nature.



A few days later, Jennifer phoned me. She sounded kind of apprehensive, but she told me Bonnie had agreed to let me stay with her.

“What’s up?” I asked her.

“Errr, well. She says she’ll let you stay, but you’ll have to be no trouble to her, and she wants to layout rules for you. And she wants you to pay her rent. Is that okay?”



No wonder she sounded nervous. She knew about my financial situation. I came from a very poor lower class family, and moving to the next state would mean giving up my job. I would be getting a cheque every week from my parents. It wasn’t much, and using it to pay rent would mean I’d have next to no money for myself. But I had to do it, if I wanted to do the course and make something of myself.

“Yeah, that sounds fair enough.” I said. “I’ll find a job there eventually too, the rent should be fine, and it’s only fair that she has rules too. So that’s all sorted. Thanks Jennifer!”



“No problem” she replied. She seemed relieved that I was relaxed about her sisters demands. “When can you go there?”



“I’ll move in this day next week, if that’s alright for her?”



“Yeah, that’s fine! I have to go now, but good luck with the move. “Phone me if Bonnie’s too mean to you!” she joked.



We said goodbye and hung up. I took a moment to think, and felt sad that Jennifer and I would be seperated due to going different colleges. It was sad to be leaving the town, and the girl that I was so close to, and so fond of.



For the rest of that week, I organised my affairs for moving.




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Part Two: Moving In

I took the train all the way to the town that was to be my new home for hopefully the next few years. I can admit to having a certain level of apprenhension. I didn’t know anything about this place. Where anything was, who anyone was, etc. My only friendly face would be Bonnie, so I decided to try make a good impression. Maybe I’d offer to cook dinner tonight to say thanks. No, that wasn’t good enough. Maybe I’d offer to cook all our dinners. It’s not like I was a great cook, but if she saw I was doing the decent thing and making an effort, then maybe she’d warm to me.

That was my attitude towards women. Forever trying to please them, suck up a bit, make them approve of me. I was very respectful and chivalrous, and I was a gentleman. This had led to girlfriends walking all over me on occasion, but I wouldn’t ever change my outlook on it. It was probably a naive attitude. Old fashioned. It wouldn’t really fit in with women those days who were becoming more and more empowered.

I arrived at the station 30 minutes before Bonnie was supposed to pick me up, so I found a local paper and started to read it. I made my way to the job’s section and immeadiately an advert caught my eye. Shop assistant in a chain grocery store. That was exactly the kind of job I just left. It was even the same chain! I felt like I was in luck. The ad went out that day and the shop was looking to employ 20 new staff, so I saved the number on my phone and made a note to call them later.
It had occured to me that i hadn’t seen Bonnie in a few years, and that I might not recognise her. So I made an extra effort to keep my eyes open to try and spot her. There was no need for that though. There was no mistaking the woman who was walking towards me five minutes later. It was still summer, so she was wearing summery clothes. Tight, sleeveless top, denim short shorts and flip flops. “Wow!” I thought to myself. Those legs, those thick, toned, lucious thighs, those breasts. I felt myself getting an erection. I thought “If I can’t control myself around her like this then this could be awkward.” She recognised me, and walked over to me, and spoke to me directly for maybe the first time.

“Hey... Tom isn’t it?”

“Uh, no Tim”, I replied timidly. This was always the way. Beautiful women were so intimidating and scary, I’d always get shy and clumsy around them. I looked at my shoes. As though it might be painful to stare at her.

She waved her foot into my line of vision as though to snap me out of it. I noticed she had painted her toenails black.
“Right okay. Better come with me then.”
Her way of speaking was exactly like Jennifer. It made me feel sort of happy. Bonnie’s apartment was about a 10 minute walk from the station. She walked quite quickly, so I ended up walking behind her.
“It’s like you’re a dog, the way you’re following me with your head down like that!” she said with a cheeky grin on her face. Little did she know that I was checking out her awesome body. “God, I want to fuck her SO bad” I thought to myself which reminded me, I was supposed to be making an effort to appease her.

“Hey, I was thinking, as a thank you, I could make the dinner tonight, and maybe every night” I called out from behind her.

“That’s good. I was going to ask you anyway, but it’s nice you offered. I put pasta on the side to make tonight, so you can cook that then.”

Something about the matter of fact way she said that made me a bti angry. She didn’t even ask what I wanted, I doubt she cared too. This was mainly because I didn’t like pasta. I had to get on with it though, I did owe her. That was to set the tone for this living relationship. She definitely wore the pants.

The slap slap slap noise of her flip flops on the pavement drew my attention to her feet. She had long, slender feet, with very high arches, and cute little toes. As feet went, they’re pretty nice I thought. All well proportioned and no gross veins or anything. I’d never thought about feet in any other way than gross before now, but her feet were pretty. Once we got in, she lay down on the sofa in the living room and wathched TV while I began dinner. While it was cooking I brought my bags into my bedroom. I walked past the first bedroom, which was obviously Bonnie’s. It had a nice smell coming from it, very pleasant. I walked through to the only other bedroom, which must be my one.

“This sucks” I said out loud. It was a tiny room. Once I’d moved my three bags in, there was no space other than the bed. Still, it’s better than nothing, I thought. I had to remember I was lucky to get that. At that moment I felt a rush of gratitude towards Bonnie. At that thought I got back and finished preparing the dinner. I put the plates on the table and went back to the living room. I noticed Bonnie had kicked off her flip flops. She was lying down on her back on the sofa with her feet crossed at the ankles.

“Dinner is served” I said

“Ugh, don’t be so cheesy” she said, and got up and followed me into the kitchen.

We sat down and ate. I was nervously watching Bonnie to see if she liked my food. I didn’t eat very fast as I could just barely stand to eat the stuff. Suddenly, she spat a mouthful out on her plate. “Eugh, you’ve made this all wrong”, she said snappily. I felt a twang of guilt and disappointment. I looked down.

“Sorry” I mumbled.

“Oh it’s fine, just do better next time”

Next time? I thought. She was already making plans for me to do it again. As eager as I was to make a good impression on her, I couldn’t help thinking that this arrangement could end up being extremely convienient for her.

“Anyway,” she said, in the same snappy tone after swallowing another mouthful. “It’s time I told you the rules. Jen did tell you there’d be rules?”

“Yes” I said. My head still down. I was nervous as to what my conditions for living here would be like.

“Right”, she began. “First of all, it’s my house, so it’s my rules. If something needs doing, please just do it. “

I couldn’t help analysing her remarks in my head. “So basically she means, if I boss you around, obey” I thought to myself.
“Second, we share chores. It’s your responsibility to keep the place neat and tidy as much as mine. I’ll keep on top of things, so make sure you do. Be warned, I will get very pissed off if we don’t keep a clean house so make an effort. Like I said, I’ll do my stuff, so if you see something that needs cleaning, just assume I’ve left it for you to do. You might end up doing a lot, because I work long hours.”

I didn’t know where Bonnie worked, but Jennifer did mention something about it being a tough job. But hey, I’d have a lot to do with college and stuff. I didn’t complain though, I had to be grateful. Even if she was being a bit unfair.

“Third rule, it’s MY tv. You can only watch what you want if I’m not watching anything. I love TV, and I’m sorry, but I won’t give that up just for you. Fourth, it’s my seat too. Never sit on the sofa, even when I’m not on it. Understand?”

“Yes” It felt like she was a teacher scolding me for doing something wrong. So so far, I had to do chores, couldn’t control the tv, and had a special seat. Even though I was going to LIVE here, it was going to be like I was a guest. I guess she wanted to make me feel that way, so I’d be on my best behaviour.

The rules went on and on. Never wake her up, when she’s asleep be as quiet as a mouse, don’t touch her mail, she decides when to use the bathroom, and if she wants to use it when I’m in there, I’d better hurry up and get out quick, no loud music, if there’s music on she decides what it is. No friends over unless I check with her first, but if her friends are over I have to be on my “Very best behaviour” around them. No walking around topless or in my underwear, her laundry always gets priority over mine. Etc etc etc.

It truly was like being a child again. In the end I was surprised she didn’t give me a bed time. I got up to leave for bed, feeling downtrodden.

“Not so fast.” She said. I turned back around.
“You’ll be paying me $200 rent a week”
My heart stopped
“Problem?” she asked, almost sneering

“No Bonnie, no... uh and again, thanks so much. You’re really great for doing this”

“You’re welcome. And I know”
$200 a week was the most money I would ever get from my parents a week, if I was paying that to Bonnie, I had nothing. I needed to get a job, quick.

I went to bed, well and truly put in my place.

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Part Three: Settling
That night I dreamed about Bonnie. I dreamed about fucking her, touching her, and generally having my way with her. I was so turned on when I woke up that I had to relieve myself twice. I did think, as bitchy as she came across last night, I could put up with it for the simple pleasure of being able to look at her all the time. She was a sight to behold.

I looked at my phone, it was 9 am. Plenty of time in the day to do..... nothing. It was two weeks until I started college. Bonnie knew this, and so she probably left me lots of chores. I didn’t mind helping out, plus I was going to be bored anyway. I got up, showered and went to have breakfast. There was a note for me on the fridge. Bonnie had to have the girliest, prettiest handwriting I’d ever seen. It was all curly, and joined up, yet very neat and easy to read, almost pleasant to read. The note read: Tim, as I said yesterday, if you see something that needs doing, it means I’ve left it for you to do, so please get on with your chores today. I will be working a long shift today, so please have dinner ready for me by 8.”

She didn’t even write “Thanks” at the end of it. I guess she was just demanding that way. I reassured myself that I’d get used to it. Though tidying and chores were not my forté. In my househould it was usually pretty sloppy and messy, no one really bothered to tidy, and when it was tidy it certainly wasn’t me who did it. Mess didn’t bother me, but as Bonnie said last night, it bothered her, so it was only fair I did my best. I got on with my chores, there were some dishes, and some general clearing up to do around the downstairs. I got the feeling she didn’t want me to go into her room, so I didn’t. In the hallway though, I tripped over a big pile of Bonnie’s shoes. I’m sure they weren’t there last night, I thought. But maybe I was too tired.

Once I’d finished my jobs, I gave the grocery store I saw in the paper a call. They told me to post my CV to their office, so I went and found a library, typed it up, and found a post office and sent it away. I got back with still 3 hours to go before I had to start making dinner. I decided I’d watch TV. I remembered that these would be the only times I could watch what I wanted. I also remembered I was not to sit on the sofa. There was only one problem. The sofa was the only seat in the living room. I couldn’t believe that. There wasn’t even a seat for me? And she knew that. What a bitch. I didn’t want to break any rules on my first day, so I sat down on the floor, with my back resting up against the arm of the sofa.

Later on I began to cook dinner. It was just frozen pizza, it was all I could find. She surely could have no complaints about that. I ate mine early, seeing as she wouldn’t be back. I had her plate on the table at 8 sharp. I heard her coming in the door. I could tell she was tired, I decided to go and tell her dinner was ready and just continue watching TV. Her work clothes was a skirt and a sex white work shirt. She wasn’t wearing tights, so she was showing off her killer legs. On her feet she wore no socks or anything, just a pair of black flats. She immeadiately kicked them off and went to eat her dinner. When she was finished she came back into the living room.

“Oh good! You remembered not to sit on my sofa! Good boy!”
That was the second time she’d spoken to me like I was a dog.

“I’m so tired. Could you please go and do the dishes?”
She did sound genuinely exhausted, so I agreed. When I came back in, she was laying on the sofa on her back, with her arms resting just under her breasts, and her feet crossed at the ankles. I sat down on the floor, leaning against the arm of the sofa like I was before. She was watching some show that didn’t look very good. But hey, it was something to do. After a while, a weird smell filled my nostrils. It was then I realised that her feet were about 3-4 inches away from my face. Infact, if she moved over far enough, she’d be using my head as a foot rest. Her feet smelled not strongly, but still a bit salty. It wasn’t unpleasant though. I saw her soles. They were creamy, and wrinkly, and from this angle, I could see her feet were really curvy. She glanced at me and saw me looking over at her, so I quickly looked at the TV again.

“So I’ve decided, I think you should give me rent money on Mondays, starting next week.”

She wasn’t asking, so I just said that was fine. She continued to watch TV. After a little while she went to the bathroom. She came back and glared at me, she came over to me and stood over me quite menacingly. I thought she might hit me. What could I have done?

“You haven’t done my shoes” she said

I was stumped. “huh? What?” I asked

“I left you my shoes to clean in the hall, didn’t you notice?”
“Oh, I did, but I didn’t realise...”
“Well that’s fine, you can just clean them now. Go get them, I’ll get the shoe polish.”

Ouch. I didn’t realise this woman also expected me to clean her footwear, I went and carried the pile of shoes, which consited of 2 pairs of flats, 3 high heels, and 2 pairs of sneakers into the living room. I resumed my seat on the floor. Bonnie walked back in and handed me a cloth and the polish.

“Now, I want them shiny. Practically sparkling. So do a good job.”

“Okay” I said

“Don’t be so sad about it, at least I gave you a cloth”

What did she mean by that? Oh well, I just got on with it. I started with the heels. One was a pair of stilleto’s, and the other two were a cheaper heel that I didn’t recognise. The stilleto’s were in impeccable condition, almost brand new. They required next to no polishing. The other heels however, were battered, dirty and worn. They took a good hour to complete. The flats were easy to clean, but they had a strong odor coming from them. The sneakers were also quite hard to clean, but I got them all done.

Sitting there beneath her cleaning her shoes was an extremely humbling experience. It was a sign that I’d have to work hard to keep in Bonnie’s good books. When I was finished I showed them all to her. She inspected them and looked happy. “Good boy! That’s perfect! Go put them back in my closet”

So I got up and went into her room. The shoe closet was on my right, I opened it and discovered that she had about 30 more pairs of shoes, including one big pair of knee high leather boots that caught my eye. I had no doubt that at some point I’d be polishing all of those shoes too. I went and asked Bonnie if she needed anything else doing before I went to bed.

“No, but there’ll be a list of chores to do in the morning for you!”

She was very bossy indeed.

[NedRose]

it'ss a verrey riveting storyy so farr, ConnorKaty!! GREAAT JBOB! n i caan harddly dwait toe reads more!!! (n i knower idt's your storry, but mightt you b weilling to add n sum verry drrty baressssole licking, pleez?)

[Goldman]

Good start, I like the way this is going :)

Thanks for sharing!

[dirkdiggler]

Like your story, too. Really good start!

Pls go on.
Thx

[londonraptor]

Like it! Thanks!

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Part 4: Unfortunate circumstances.
The next month or so passed, and we’d definitely settled into a routine. I was used to my workload of chores now, the only problem was time. I’d started college now, which was a big challenge for me, and I also got a job at that grocery store. I was managing my rent with no trouble. However when Bonnie discovered I was working, she decided it was only fair that we split the shopping costs between us, which I suppose WAS fair, but very presumptious. She had expensive taste, which depleted my own money quite a bit. If I had known that she was going to dictate how I spent my money I’d have not bothered getting a job. But Bonnie had become very relaxed about bossing me around. I think in the last month, we shared the dinner making responsibilities for maybe a week, but somehow I ended up as the cook of the household. I didn’t mind. In fact I was getting quite good, so I enjoyed making food that tasted good and that Bonnie would like.

As I said though, she was bossy. She would often give me orders of things to do around the place, or go to the store for her or run another errand. I thought my helpfulness was making her lazy, and it was. A new thing she started doing when I was sitting on the floor and she was reclining on the sofa was saying “Remote”, at which point I would hand her the remote. Sometimes she just told me what channel to change it to. One night last week, Bonnie had three of her friends over, all of them girls. The night before she spoke to me about it.

“Remember what I said about being on your best behaviour when my friends are here? You must be good tomorrow.”

She read out a list of things I could do to make a good impression of her friends. It was a bizzare night. I ended up being their unpaid butler for the night. I took their coats at the door, served them drinks and dinner, and basically waited on them for the evening.

After all that, I was starting to get very annoyed with the way Bonnie treated me. But I reminded myself, I was lucky to be living with her, and I needed to in order to study.

One night at work, I was still tired and still in a bad mood. I wasn’t really with it. I was walking along the isle in the cutlery and crockery section, and I tripped. I fell into the display and knocked it over. As a result, all the mugs, cups, plates, glassed etc were smashed. The manager was very pissed off with me. He decided to let me keep my job, but I was to be fined two weeks wages, and on top of that, I had to pay for the broken goods out of my own pocket. It would cost $400. I know I’d gotten off lightly with that, but I wasn’t worried about work. What I was worried about was Bonnie. I wouldn’t be able to pay her. I became terrified that she was going to kick me out when I told her.

When I got home I cleaned and scrubbed everything extra hard, and put a huge effort into the dinner. I had to put her in a good mood. She came back from work irratable as usual. She didn’t even notice the work I’d done. And she didn’t comment on the food. I was let down by that, in my opinion, I did a great job. She didn’t notice though, just handed me the plate and I got on with doing the dishes. When I was finished, Bonnie was in her usual position on the sofa with her feet crossed at the ankles watching TV. It was time to tell her.

“Bonnie?”

“What do you want?”

“Uh, well... I’m really sorry.. but I um, I won’t be able to pay rent for two weeks.”

The look on her face was frightening. “WHY?” she almost attacked me with the word.

I explained to her what had happened at work, her look becoming more and more pissed off by the minute.
“You idiot” she said
“I know I am... I’m so sorry, .. you won’t kick me out will you?”
She laughed. “haha no. Not for that. I’d have no one to clean my shoes would I? You owe me $400, but pay me $600 back when you’re making money again”

I was relieved, almost happy. That was so much better than I expected. Maybe she had a nice side.
I bowed my head. “Thank you SO much Bonnie, you’re great, I’ll make this up to you, I swear. “

“Damn right you’ll make it up to me. You owe me bigtime.”

“I know Bonnie, I will”

I turned around, intending to go to bed when she spoke again”

“In fact, you can start redeeming yourself now.”

“Uh, okay. Whatever you want”

“My feet are in total agony from work, give me a footrub”

“Uh.. seriously”

“Of course!” she said sternly, she waved her feet and pointed at the floor below them, signalling for me to get down there.”

“Uh okay”

“Don’t be so sad Tim, at least this way you’ll get to touch me, I know you want to, you practically start drooling when you look at me.”

What a bitch. That stung, there was no need for it either.
I got on my knees at her feet and began my task. I didn’t really know what I was doing, so I decided just to try lots of stuff and see how she reacted. Her feet were warm, and soft. You could definitely tell she’d been walking around all day. There was a warm smell attacking my nose. Not unpleasant, but a bit uncomfortable. After about ten minutes, she said “Oooh, that feels so nice”. Looked like I’d figured out what to do. I began to gain confidence. I took her top foot in both hands and lifted it up. I squeezed the heel, the arches, and rubbed the sole. I kneaded the area around each toe and even squeezed and pulled on each toe, which must have felt great because she practically moaned.

In about an hours time, I was still on my knees doing it. My legs, arms and back were aching, but I didn’t dare stop. Eventually she said “WOW. You are really good at that. I think as a part of redeeming yourself you can do that every day after dinner.”

Again, she wasn’t asking. I didn’t exactly relish the idea of kneeling before her, massaging her like a servant, but I did owe her.

“Also, for the next two weeks, you’ll do ALL the chores. Good boy”

I started to hate how she kept saying “Good boy” like that.

“Okay Bonnie, can I go to bed now”

“Yes, get out”

It felt odd asking her permission to go to bed, but at the same time it was entirely appropriate.

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Part 5: The transition

The next day was a Saturday. During the night I dreamed that in return for rubbing her feet, Bonnie let me fuck her. Oh, if only. It was only 10am, usually I sleep in more, but I was painfully aware that all the chores were now my responsibility. So I got up, and sure enough there was a note on the fridge waiting for me. There was a huge list of what I had to do. It took me about 3 hours to complete all of it. I decided to go to the bathroom, and outside Bonnie’s bedroom door was a pile of shoes. Fuck. Well, obviously they were for me, so I got to work. I couldn’t be bothered moving them all, so I sat down on the hallway floor and got to work. I must have cleaned about 5 heels, some flats, a few flip flops and some sneakers. But what took the most time were the leather knee high boots that I saw yesterday. They were all scuffed up, and smelled pretty badly. It occured to be just how much footwear Bonnie had that had heels on them. Most of what she would wear that wasn’t flats would make her taller than me, which would make her even more initimidating.

Just as I was finishing the last shoe, she came out of her bedroom.

“Aww, you’re like a dog again, waiting for me on the floor outside my room!”

Immeadiately I felt a twinge of annoyance. She picked up one of the boots.

“Hm, good job on the shoes. Put them back in the closet and come rub my feet.”

This was ridiculous. She really was treating my like a servant now. But I did owe her...
She dropped the boot, which hit me on the head and walked into the living room. I picked up her shoes and returned them to the closet. Bonnie was lying down on the sofa. I walked over, got on my knees and started the second foot massage of what looked like it was going to be many more in the next two weeks. I remembered what she liked from last night, and she started moaning again as I took one of her feet in both hands and got to work. As degrading as this was, hearing her moan was very sexy. And it was me who was doing it! I began to get hard. If she looked down at me, she’d see. Luckily, her phone rang at that moment.

“Oh hey Nadia...”

Nadia was one of her friends who came over last week. She was gorgeous. She was mixed race, Hispanic and Japanese. Every inch of her skin had a sexy tan. She had big round blue eyes and sexy lips. She was about 5”4 with very toned arms and legs, hips like you wouldn’t believe and about a C cup.

“Okay yeah, call round now then! I have nothing to do today anyway hahaha. Bye!”

I became worried that Bonnie wouldn’t stop this when Nadia got here, and she’d see me in this embarrassing position.

“Nadia’s coming now” she said, as though I hadn’t already gathered that.
“Remember to be on your best behaviour.”
I said nothing.
“Is that okay with you?” she said pointedly

“Yes Bonnie”

“You’re so obedient!” she laughed.

I continued the foot massage for the next 20 minutes until we heard Nadia buzzing the doorbell. Bonnie pressed the button to let her up. I looked up at Bonnie pleadingly.

“Do you think we’re going to stop this because we have company? Oh no! Hahaha. I want her to see what a good roommate I have! Don’t be embarrassed, you’re doing a very nice thing!” she said very patronising. I wouldn’t mind if I was doing a nice thing, but she kind of forced me into it.

Nadia walked in. “Hello Bonnie, I –“

She stopped and nearly laughed at what she saw before her.

“Haha, the last time he was serving us drinks and now he’s rubbing your foot! Are you sure he’s not your slave Bonnie?”

“Haha Nadia, I wish! He’s just really good at footrubs, he practically had to beg me to let him try his skills on my feet, but I’m glad I let him, this is great! Have a seat”

Bonnie was such a liar. She moved into a sitting position to let Nadia sit down. I had to crawl across the floor so I would be at her feet again. Bonnie raised one of her feet right in front of my face, which I took and began to rub and squeeze, and she rested her other foot on my shoulder

“You don’t mind that do you Tim?” she said looking at me seriously.

“No Bonnie” I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
Nadia laughed. “He’s very obedient!”

“I was just saying that.” Bonnie laughed back.

“Good roommate you have here. How long were you looking for one before you met him? You’re lucky to have such a nice helpful one living with you”

That bitch. Was making such a big deal about me staying with her, making out that she was going out of her way, making me feel like a nuisance. I put so much effort into appeasing her to thank her, and she was looking for a roommate the whole time! Ugh!

“Don’t squeeze so hard Tim”
“Sorry Bonnie” I said through clenched teeth.
Bonnie seemed to sense that what I’d just heard must have made me angry. With an evil grin on her face she said
“You can stop now Tim that was great. She removed her feet from my hands and shoulders. She crossed her legs and started flexing the foot that was hanging and wiggling her toes, almost teasing me.

“Hey Nadia! Since he’s already down there, wouldn’t you like a foot massage?”

“Oh no, I couldn’t..” she began

“Oh stop!” Bonnie cut in! He’s already on his knee’s ready and he’s just done mine anyway! It’ll be no trouble, will it Tim?”

“No it wouldn’t”

“Well..” Nadia said.. “I would like one... but I can’t...”

“It’s really no trouble is it Tim! He’d like to, go on Nadia!”
She kept making these decisions for me, I basically was a servant.
“Wouldn’t you like to Tim?”
I bit my tongue. “Yes”

“Tell Nadia that”
It was with all my self control that I didn’t yell at her.

“Nadia, I would like to give you a foot rub.”
Nadia giggled. She looked playful. “Say please” she said

Bonnie started laughing out loud. I was going to snap at any minute.

“Please?” I said, looking at Nadia.
“No” she said.
“I’m not convinced. Beg for it!” and she laughed again.

I looked at Bonnie, begging her with my eyes to make this stop, but Bonnie just smiled.
“go on Tim, beg for it”

I had never felt any less of a man, less of a human than now. I turned my head and said

“Nadia, please please please please may I massage your feet?”

Bonnie was in hysterics now. “Grovel tim, haha!”

Nadia spoke. “Well since you asked so nicely, go on then. Take of my shoes and socks.” Nadia had her legs crossed, so I crawled over a few inches so I was now bowing to Nadia instead of Bonnie. I reached up to her dangling foot. Her sneaker slipped off very easily. She was wearing white socks. I paused for a second, expecting her to raise her other foot for me, but she didn’t. So I got down even further, so i was practically lying on my belly beneath her and slipped off her other one. I took off both her socks and got up again. Nadia’s feet were just as tanned as the rest of her. They were much more petite than Bonnie’s, but more curvy, and her toes were pretty long for such small feet. I couldn’t believe I’d gotten to the stage where I was making comparisons, but I had to say, I prefered Bonnie’s feet.


I was just about to start my latest humiliating task when Bonnie made it worse.

“WAIT. I’m still not covinced.” She looked at me, then at Nadia beside her.

“I think he should kiss your feet and thank you for letting him rub them. “

Nadia laughed “Yes, good idea”

I finally spoke up. “UGH NO! I can’t do that!”

Bonnie looked at me in a serious way

“Oh go on tim! Don’t be a spoilsport, it’s only a bit of fun! If I’d known you were so boring I might have to find a knew roommate”

And there it was. I was scared and she knew it. She could control me with that one threat. In that moment I was defeated. Nadia raised both her feet in front of my face

“Good boy!” she said.
Great, now Nadia was doing it too.
I leaned forward and planted a kiss on each of her soles. They tasted vinegary.
“Thank you for letting me rub your feet.”
The two girls above me burst out laughing once again.
“You’re welcome servant!” she clicked her fingers “Now get to work”

I began to massage Nadia’s feet. She started moaning straight away. I guess she was easier to please than Bonnie.

After about 20 minutes I was still rubbing her feet, when suddenly I felt a weight on my back. I couldn’t fucking believe it. Bonnie had rested her feet on my back. So now I was a footstool? But I had to grin and bear it

“Mmmmmmm this so so nice” Nadia said. “I could do this forever”
And she did. Well, it felt like forever. It might have been about 45 minutes that I kept rubbing her feet for. So I was relieved when she finally said “Okay, I really have to go now”

FINALLY I thought

She went to put on her socks and Bonnie said
“Wait!” I dreaded what happened next.
“I think he should thank you for such a lovely experience. Kiss her feet again, the tops this time, and thank her. “

Nadia giggled and raised her feet to my face again. I kissed the tops of each of her feet once and said “Thank you Nadia for such lovely experience of massaging your feet” Bonnie laughed at me again. My face couldn’t have been redder.

“Not good enough” Nadia said, and my heart sank. She was really a pretty mean person. “I want you to kiss each of my toes, and then thank me. And call me MISS Nadia, servant!”

I looked at Bonnie, but I should have known by now that she wouldn’t do anything about it. It was with utter shame that I kissed Nadia’s big toe, second toe, and all her other toes and her little toe, and then the same on her other foot.

experience of letting me massage your feet. “ They both laughed again

“Good boy! Now put on my shoes and socks”

I put her white socks and her shoes back on and she went to the door.

“Bye Nadia” Bonnie said

“Bye Bonnie! Bye Tim!”

I sullenly said “Bye Nadia...”
She suddenly looked stern.
“Bye who?” she said

“Uh... bye Miss Nadia, I said, defeated again”
“Good servant” she said happily, and left.

I got up and stretched, my knees were aching. I wanted to have a shower, wash the smell of Nadia’s feet from my lips, and wash her foot sweat and dirt from my hands.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Bonnie said harshly.
“Watching all that made me jealous, I want another foot massage. Get down on your knees and do it” she said, with major authority in her voice.

I looked angry
“Or else I kick your ass out on the street” she said

I was scared again, but I had no choice. I got back down on my knees and began massaging her feet again.

“I want my dinner at 6, so make sure you start it in time.
“Yes Bonnie”
“Good slave”

“Excuse me? What did you just call me?” I asked, very offended
Bonnie made a face of mock surprise.
“What ????! I didn’t say anything” she said, with a wicked look on her face.
“All these foot massages must be making you tired” she said “Well get used to it because you’re going to be doing it a lot more”

“Problem?” she asked viciously.

I began to hate her.

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Part 6: Sealing the deal.

The only thing that kept me from snapping in the next two weeks was the fact that once I had enough money, it would be over and we could return to normality. I was just hoping that Bonnie wasn’t getting too accustommed to foot massages two, sometimes three times daily. Something told me she enjoyed the power of having me on the floor rubbing her feet. Thankfully she didn’t seem to enjoy humiliating me as much as Nadia did. For that I was grateful. For two days I had the taste of Nadia’s toes on my lips and the smell lingering under my nose. I was fearful for what would happen the next time she came over. Bonnie didn’t seem to mind anyone mistreating her ‘pet’.

One day when Bonnie was working a late shift and I’d done all my chores, I decided to go on my laptop. I’m sure I only had 30 minutes seeing as Bonnie would want a foot massage as soon as she got in. So I decided just to check and reply to all my emails and then resume my position on the floor. It was a mark of my low self esteem that I had accepted this so easily and even began to just wait for it to happen. I’m sure Bonnie would find it funny, and probably liken me to a dog again.

Most of my emails were spam. There was one from my sister at home. And a few from highschool friends, and one that made my heart jump in the air a bit, from Jennifer. At that moment, Bonnie arrived home. Fuck sake. Now I’d have to wait until maybe tomorrow or the day after to read that email. Bonnie walked past me on the floor and looked at the screen. You know how girls are really nosy? Well..

“Oooh, who are you emailing?!” she came closer and looked.
“Hahaha, it’s Jenny!” “Dawwww” she said in a mocking voice.”Are you still in wuv with her” she asked, doing fake puppy eyes

How the hell did she know?
“Uh... what? Haha” I tried to seem relaxed, but I gave it away.
“Oh come off it, everyone knows you’d die for the chance to smell her hair or something weird like that. Even she knows. She laughs about you you know. She says you like her little lapdog.”

That stung beyond anything that had happened so far, even kissing Nadia’s feet. Even though my feelings made my relationship with Jen complicated, I always thought I could trust her. I thought she was nice... but I was just a joke to her. I felt a burning sensation in my chest. Partly self loathing, but mostly a growing white hot resentment of Bonnie. But I was still trapped. If I wanted a place to live and a chance to succeed in college I had to keep on her good side. Which is why I once again complied when Bonnie said, rather blunly “Okay, foot rub now”. I was almost expecting her to click her fingers, such was the direction the dynamic of this relationship was heading. I must have spent 3 or so hours rubbing her feet this time before she went to bed. It was becoming harder and harder to get the smell of her feet from my hands, or get the feeling of them off my hands. When I went to bed I shut off my laptop, and in a sudden act of pettiness, I decided to delete Jen’s email without even reading it.

The next morning was a Saturday, normally a day of relaxation, but not for people who had to do all the chores or risk being kicked out. Today though, I couldn’t believe the amount she’d left me to do. I got into one hell of a foul mood. I was done. I was done being treated like this. I was going to do something, stand up for myself. I was a man for fuck’s sake! But what could I do? There was but one small act of rebellion I could do. I decided to sit on Bonnie’s precious sofa. I’d be lying there on it when she got home, and I’d tell her that I was done being treated like a mule in my home. After all, I was paying rent, so it WAS my home, I had rights. It was a very small act, but I had to do it, for my pride’s sake.

So it was all set. 5 minutes before she was due to get in, I lay down on the sofa. My head was at the end where her feet usually were when she was on it. She walked in, and looked at me, and for a split second was dumbstruck, but seemed to regain her composure remarkably well. The shocked look was soon replaced with her usual cocky smirk.

“Oh, I see what your doing”, she said with an air of exasperation. The kind of voice you’d use if a child was misbehaving. The “Oh he’s doing it again.” Voice. I was insulted I began to make my speech.

“I’m doing this becau-“ but she interrupted me.

“Yeah yeah, whatever Timmy boy, I’m not interested” and she kicked off her flip flops, put down her bags and sat on the sofa – on top of me. I couldn’t believe it. She totally disregarded me and was no sitting on me like I was nothing, a piece of the furniture. She took up her usual position, stretching out, and crossing her feet at the ankles. Only this time, my face was there. Here heel was resting on the very bottom of my neck, which meant the soles of her feet were right in my face, maybe one or two inches away.

“Come on then, get rubbing boy, you know what to do straight after I get home from work. You do want to live here don’t you?”

I began to rub her feet, utterly defeated again.

“Don’t you?” she said glaring at me. I thought it was a rhetorical question

“Yes Bonnie”, I said meekly

“MISS Bonnie” she said, glaring at me evilliy. If you want to be such a rebel, I’m going to have to teach you some respect. Say it!”

My soul sank. “Yes Miss Bonnie”
“Good boy. This is an even better position for you than on the floor, it’s like having a built in foot massager in the sofa”

Bonnie had rejected my small, yet important act of rebellion and within a minute had me mentally broken and in an even more humiliating position. My mind went numb. I was so used to this kind of thing at this point that it was natural. After a while though, I began to get ... thoughts. Bonnie’s lucious ass was sitting on my cock, and her legs were all over me. I was her legs length away from her pussy, and I had a dynamite view of her tits. Not only that, but I’d never been this close to her. She smelled GREAT. So sexy. Nature started to take it’s toll, and I got an erection.

My face went redder than a betroot. I tried to focus extra hard on rubbing her feet, staring at her soles. Hoping that this embarrassing situation would pass. Bonnie was grinning wickedly again. She shifted her weight a little, so my rager was now fully visible. Boldly, she unzipped my pants. I couldn’t believe this was happening, I took in a breath.

“Don’t stop rubbing my feet”
I resumed my task, but it was becoming hard to concentrate as she undid the button on my boxer shorts, releasing my cock from it’s cage

And in the sexiest voice I’d heard her use yet, she said “Do you want a handjob”

“Yeah!” I said, amost chocking in surprise

“Yeah WHO?” she said, flicking my cock with her finger.
I winced. “Uh, yes Miss Bonnie” I said. I’d say anything to get a handjob from her.
“Good boy. Well, just keep rubbing my feet, WITHOUT stopping, and we’ll see what happens”

I never concentrated so hard in my life. This had to be the best foot massage ever. She started to squeeze my cock, then stroke it, slowly, slowly, faster now, until she was properly jerking me off. She had great skills! It felt so great. I wanted it to last forever. It was bliss. All my mistreatment was worth it for this. I’d rub her feet 24/7 for one of these once a week. Heaven. I sat back and enjoyed the ride, remembering to not stop rubbing her feet.

Just when I was about to come, she slowed down. Not stopping completely, but enough to stop my release”

“why-?”

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes.. I mean, Yes Miss Bonnie”
She smiled
“Hmmm, I don’t think you deserve to”

I was desperate for orgasm. “Please! Please Miss Bonnie!” I begged

“Hmm. Maybe. Will you do anything to come?”
“Yes Miss Bonnie”

“Well... if I do this for you, you will have to do something for me”

“Agh.. anything” I said through heavy breath”

“If I let you come, you will have to do anything I say without question, agree?”

I didn’t even think about it, all that mattered was that she started stroking my cock fast again

“Yes I agree”

“SAY IT PROPERLY” she said, giving my cock a painful squeeze

“Yes Miss Bonnie, I agree to do everything you say without question”

“Good” she said, satisfied. Or you’ll be homeless” she said dangerously.

The next few seconds were a blur, as she worked her magic, and vigorously rubbed my cock until I reached the most explosive orgasm of my life. It was amazing, and at the time, I thought it was worth it. I lay there, with her feet still in my hand. I was panting for about ten seconds, and I heard her laughing at me.

“Why are you laughing?”
She looked at me like even she couldn’t believe she’d managed it

“I control you now. If you don’t want to be homeless, you will obey my every command. You are... my slave”

As I came down from my high,I realised what I’d done.
Bonnie laughed again, and kicked me in the face
“Now, get on the fucking floor, SLAVE”.

[dirkdiggler]

Really awesome. I love the way, your story is going.
Bonnie forces Tim slowly like a evil spider in her net. Great, I really enjoyed this.
Thank you for this story.
I hope for more, of course.

[equidum]

Such a great story ! Unfortunately there are so few girls and Ladies like BONNIE in the real world ! Please don't keep us waiting for too long the next debasements of Bonnie's slave ! Thks

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Part 7: A new Bonnie

“Get on the floor I said!” Bonnie kicked me in the face again.
I was trying to zip up my pants again. “Just let me-“
“NO!” she yelled and kicked me in the face hard. She more or less kicked me halfway off. I squirmed from under he perfect ass and fell from the sofa with a bump.
“Ouch”
Bonnie gigggled at my pain. She stood up, and stepped on my back and firmy pushed me down onto my stomach on the floor. She walked around and stood above me.

“Kiss my feet” she ordered
And this was it. I had to do it. I hesitated, which was a mistake, as I recieved another kick in the face.
“I said kiss my feet you stupid slave”

I dragged myself an inch closer and kissed the top of each of her feet once.

“More” she ordered. “I want you to shower my feet with kisses to show how thankful you are that a goddess like gave a dog like you the privelage of being my slave”

Each word she spoke humiliated and broke me. I began to shower her feet with kisses.

She laughed. “Good slave. Isn’t it so much easier when you accept that compared to me you’re a worm? Being my slave is the best you can hope to achieve in life”
She must have watched me kiss her feet for another five minutes.
“Smack your lips louder slave. I want to hear you grovelling. Oh wow, wait ‘till Nadia hears about this. She was right, you have become my slave”

So I kissed her feet again, more loudly, which made my lips start to ache. How symbolic this was. Me, lying face down on the floor, below Bonnie towering over me, my lips becoming sore from the simple submissive act of worshiping her feet.

“Slave, stop kissing my feet and repeat everything just said about you. “

“I am thankful that a Goddess like you gave a dog like me the privelage of being your slave. Compared to you I’m a worm, and serving you is the most I could hope to achieve in life”
She laughed again. “Good boy, kiss my feet again”
As I began worshiping her again she said “You have a good memory slave. All the better for remembering to obey my every command!”

I couldn’t believe this was really happening. But she had me. I still had my dreams, and if this was the way it was to be for me to succeed in college, then so be it. I’d work hard and move out of here eventually.

From above me I heard clicking sounds. I looked up and saw Bonnie with her phone

“Don’t mind me slave, I’m just taking some photos of you making out with my feet. So just in case you get any bright ideas of running off I can send this to Jen. I bet she’d love to know how you’re such a pervert, and since you have a foot fetish you begged to do this, and even offered me to do it”

“I don’t have a foot fetish”
“Hahaha, well you’d better get one, that way it will be easier for you to spend every waking moment at my feet”

It was like she had a taunt for every kiss I placed on her feet.

“Well” she said, almost excitedly

“Seeing as you have changed from my roomate to something much more useful, I think you need a new set of rules to live by.”

“Rule one, your name isn’t Tim anymore, it is Slave. I’ll even tell everyone who meets you that. Believe me, I’ll make no secret of the fact that I own you, and you’ll do what I say no matter who is around.
Rule two, whenever you are in my presence, you will be on your knees, and at my feet, grovelling. You will greet me by crawling towards me and kissing my feet every time you see me.

Rule three, you will call me ‘Princess Bonnie’ at all times and adress me so. Anyway, enough rules for now, your most important rule now is to do everything I say. I can think of new rules as and when they occur to me”

She went and sat down on the sofa, and crossed her legs. She clicked her fingers, and I got up to my knees and crawled over to her, and kissed her dangling foot, which she was twirling as well as wiggling her toes.

“Needless to say slave, all chores are now your responsibility. Including cleaning my room. You will make dinner for me every night, but you were doing that anyway. Now though you will also make me breakfast, and pack my lunch for work. And never make any food for yourself, I’ll feed you leftovers when I see fit. Understand?”

I was on the verge of tears
I looked up
“NO” Bonnie said. Never look up at your goddess. Always keep your head bowed. Now tell me, do you understand?”
“Yes princess Bonnie”
“Good boy” Then Bonnie got another humiliating idea.
“Slave, go to the closet in the hall, and bring me the item on the second shelf, and remember, crawl”
“Yes princess Bonnie”

I retrieved what appeared to be a large cushion and brought it back to her.
“Hahaha, that was so funny to watch. Wait, go back to the hall and do it again, only this time, carry it in your mouth. You’re a dog, and dogs do not use arms. That’s another rule for you”

This was getting worse and worse by the minute... but... why was I so hard?

It was difficult to get a good grip on the thing with my teeth. When I managed it I crawled back into her, and she burst into hysterics

“Do you know what that is Slave?”

“A cushion, princess Bonnie?”
“It was a dog bed last year when I had a puppy. It is now your bed. Go and place it outside my bedroom door”

“Yes Princess Bonnie”
That on top of constantly kissing her feet made my mouth really ache. I cralwed back and resumed my humiliating position.

“You’ll sleep there from now on, and be up at 7:30 sharp every day, ready to serve me. A dog should have a dog bed right? Needless to say, you don’t own that bedroom anymore. I might rent it out to someone else, you never know!”

I really was nothing to her. She treated me like this with such ease I began to wonder if I really was worthless, and I really was meant to be a slave. After all, I’d let it escelate to this level. A real man wouldn’t have let this happen to him.

Bonnie seemed to read my mind. “Just think, you wouldn’t be my slave if you weren’t such a pervert. Who is THAT desperate for a handjob that they’d agree to be someone’s slave? You’ve got to be a virgin.”

“I’m not actually a virgin”
Which was true. I’d lost my virginity to my first love after Jen. She was the only girlfriend I’d had.

“oooooooooh” Bonnie said sarcastically. “So you’ve had some bad teenage sex. Slave....... tell me about the first time you put your disgusting penis into someone”


“That’s private”
“You stupid slave, nothing of yours is private, not to me. So spill it”

I tried to give her a fake story but she knew straight away
“Don’t lie to me slave. “ she bent down and slapped me in the face, hard.

So I told her the real story, she questioned me on it, and made me describe how I was in love. Which made her laugh. I told her how it was a special night. All the details, including my worst secret, of how I couldn’t get it up the first time we tried. She was laughing heartily at me.

“Hahahaha, not only are you a submissive slave, you don’t work properly, real men can always get it up”

“And you’re not over this ex, are you slave?”
“No princess Bonnie”

All this talking of my past and my ex stirred some emotions in me, all the humiliation of the past month, especially today, and the pain of being kicked and slapped in the face, the thought of Jen laughing at me, and the pain of Bonnie laughing at my most secret emotions, it all overwhelmed me. I began to cry.

Bonnie had to try hard not to pee herself laughing

“Aww poor little slave. Even big boys cry sometimes, it’s okay baby”

She raised her foot up to my nose and wiped my tears with her foot. I must have knelt there crying onto the top of her foot for a good five minutes. When I got myself together Bonnie said

“Slave, I don’t like your filthy tears on my royal foot. Clean it, with your mouth.”

I began to use my lips to make a suction movement on her foot. But it didn’t work. I realised I was going to have to use my tongue. I began to run my tongue up and down her foot, top to bottom, arch to toes. I was lapping away like a true dog. When her foot was clean, she stood up, and sat on top of me, horseback style, and ordered me to carry her to her bedroom, which I did.

She had crushed me, and used the tears she caused to demonstrate her power.
My total mental and physical domination by Princess Bonnie was complete. My humiliation however, was not.

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Part 8: Morning person

I got no sleep that night. I was too emotional, and anyway, I could find no comfort on my new so called bed. I spent the night trying to mentally digest what had happened to me. Bonnie and I were falling into these new roles so naturally, maybe it was fate? I’ve always beena pushover, maybe I just needed Bonnie to help me properly realise what I was....nothing.
I was up at 7:30 like she said. Well I say up, I was kneeling on all fours. I figured that the only times I’d be standing up these days was when I was on my own, or outside. She came out of her room at 7:30 sharp. She was wearing a red night gown, made of silk, that only came down to her thighs. It looked more like langerie than anything. It was hot. I felt something stirring in my pants already. I must have spent too long staring at her, because she had to remind me to kiss her feet.

“Sorry Princess Bonnie!” I said frantically and fell to the floor and began to kiss her feet all over again. She must have watched me do that for a good minute before she set off towards the bathroom.

“Come on slave, follow me”

She stopped just outside the bathroom. I began to kiss her feet from behind her, so I was kissing her heels. She sharply kicked out behind her, hitting my in the eye.

“Slave, the bathroom floor is too cold for me to walk on. Go and lie down on it so I can use you as my floor. “ she clicked her fingers

I crawled into the bathroom, and she was right, the floor was freezing. It was going to be so uncomfortable to lie on. I began to lie down

“No slave, on your back, not your belly. You should at least be able to look up, gaze upon me and admire me. “

So I turned around. It was horribly cold on my back. I gasped. Bonnie didn’t even notice

She began to literally, walk all over me. She started at my ankles, and walked forwards, over my shins, thighs, and my stomach until she stopped at the sink, standing on my chest, the heel of her left foot resting on the start of my neck. She began to wash her face, brush her teeth etc. I wondered how long she would be doing that for, because she was crushing me, and I was in a lot of pain under her. However I could see right up her crotch, and I could see her panties. I got a massive erection. My cock was twitching.

“Stick out your tongue slave”

I stuck out my tongue, and slowly she moved her foot onto my face. She rubbed her foot all over my face and head, searching for the right place. I knew what was coming. But now she couldn’t even look at me when using me to clean her feet. I really was nothing to her. She found my outstretched tongue with the sole of her foot, and began to move her foot back and forth, wiping it on my tongue. Heel to toe, and sometimes in a circle so every part of her sole got wet. It tasted horrible. Warm, and like salt and vinegar. Every now and again a small speck of dirt would find it’s way onto my tongue which was even more horrible again.

Then she told me to open my mouth, and she shoved her foot in my mouth as far is it would go. I couldn’t believe it. She actually had her foot in my mouth. The taste and smell was disgusting. I gagged and she laughed. She moved over a little bit, resting her left foot on my forehead, and moved her right foot over my mouth and began cleaning it on my tongue. This was agony. She was actually standing on my head. I thought my skull was going to crack. The only reason I didn’t pass out was because her crotch was now directly above me. I thought I might come just from the site. Suddenly I began to be numbed to the taste of her feet. Maybe I could put up with it.

“Slave, tell me how amazing I look from down there”

“Princess Bonnie you look beautiful. You’re the vision of perfection and the most sexy woman I’ve ever layed eyes on. I’m so lucky to even be in the same room as someone as gorgeous as yo – “

And with that, she shoved her right foot in my mouth the same way she did with her left. She started feeling around inside my mouth with her toes

“Hahaha, gooooood slave. Grovelling comes naturally to you. That’s going to serve you well”

Then, something incredible happened. She stripped off. Her night dress and panties landed on top of me.

“Bring those to the laundry basket, with your mouth remember, and then come back and lie on the floor so I have something to step on when I get out. “ So she stepped into the shower, and I saw her nipples. I’d never been so hard.

I got up, and put her clothes in my mouthand crawled to the laundry room and put them in there, and quickly got back to the bathroom.
I could see her naked sillhouette through the shower curtain. It was too much...Imagining her in there, naked, hot and wet. I began to stroke myself. Within a minute I had come. I wiped my hand on the towel above me, but before I could clean my dripping dick, I heard the water stopping, and Bonnie stepped out of the shower and onto my chest. Her dripping wet naked body was something to behold, and something I still think about to this day.

“Oh you stupid slave, look at the mess you made.You’ll have to be punished”

She began to rub her foot on my dick and balls. How was this a punishment? I thought. I found out a second later when she raised her foot, now covered in my come above my head.

“Clean it”

No way was I doing this. That was disgusting

“Please no... Please princess Bonnie, no...”

“You dumb dog, you CHOSE to make this mess, and you’re going to fucking clean it, NOW!” she shouted, with serious agression. She raised her foot as high as she could, and stomped on my head. If I thought I knew pain before, I was wrong. I think she’d broken my nose, I could taste blood in my mouth.

She tried to force her foot down to my mouth but I squirmed in protest and moved my head

“Okay.” She said

“I’ll give you a choice. Either you can clean your disgusting cum from my sexy foot right now, or I will never allow you to masturbate again. Think about that for a minute”

And think I did. In the end, I came to the conclusion that in the end,she could turn around and have it both ways if she wanted to, so I should quit while I was ahead. (Or at least getting a choice) Plus, I don’t think I could go without relieving myself

It was with utter shame and dread that I said “Okay Princess Bonnie, I’ll... I’ll clean your foot”

“Thought you would. Now, you’ll have to raise your head and stick your tongue out extra far, I don’t want blood on my foot too.”


So I craned my neck, which was very uncomfortable and painful and began to lick her sole. I couldn’t believe that I was actually reduced to licking my own semen from this Goddess’ foot. I felt tears brewing, but I held them back for now. The taste, the feeling, the smell, everything was disgusting to me. As I liked her sole, sucked her heel and cleaned my own juice from in between her toes. The more pain I showed on my face, the more she laughed. I was going to get sick. Eventually, her foot was shiny clean again, and she wiped her foot dry on my hair. I coughed, and a little bit of vomit came out of my mouth. Now I had vomit, blood, footsmell and bits of my own cum on my face. Bonnie looked at me and laughed.

“You dumb dog, clean your fucking face”
I looked up at the sink, but she laughed once more

“No slave, no..” and she pointed at the toilet. I wasn’t surprised. Compared to what I’d just done,toilet water was fine. I knelt up, turned around, and facedthe toilet bowel. Bonnie moved over to me, and clamped her thighs around my kneck. I was trapped.
“Just so you don’tget any ideas” she said, and forcefully shoved my head into the toilet and flushed before I could hold my breath or compose myself. She flushed three or four times, and by the end of it I was choking and coughing my guts up. She got off of me and ordered me to turn around.

“All clean” she said
“Your face will have to be clean at all times for the privelage of worshipping my feet. I thought you’d enjoy that slave, after all, what dog doesn’t enjoy drinking toilet water?”

I crawled behind her and follwed her into her bedroom. She was still naked and I was hard as a rock again.

She stood in the middle of the room.
“Slave, my outfit for today is on my bed. I want you to bring me my clothes one piece by one. Good boy”

So I did. I carried her panties to her, her bra, some nylon tights, a white t shirt and some denim short shorts. All with my mouth,naturally

“Now my shoes slave” she said when she was dressed.
“In the shoe closet”

So I crawled over and opened the closet, with some difficulty as I knew I wasn’t allowed to use my arms. Bonnie stood there and laughed as I struggled with trying to wedge it open with my nose.

Once it was open I realised I didn’t know what shoes she wanted

“Which shoes would you like Princess Bonnie?”

“Flip flops” she said.

So I crawled right into the closet and bit into a pair of brown wickar flip flops, and carried them out. I crawled back over to Bonnie and dropped them at her feet. She stared at me and I realised what I had to do. I picked one up as she raised her foot, and I placed it on her foot with my mouth, and did the same with the other.

“Good boy”she said “Now I’m going to relax, clean my room.”

I kissed her feet for about a minute, and she left.

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Part Nine: Put Down in Public

Bonnie’s bedroom took a good hour to tidy. Once I was done I cralwed back into the living room, and began to kiss her feet once again

“You’re learning well hahaha! I didn’t notice you coming in for a while there! Maybe I should get you a collar with a bell.”

I said nothing
“Would that be a good idea slave?”

“Uh... no”

“NO?!” she said, outraged

“As your goddess, every idea I have for you is a good fucking idea. So tell me again idiot, is it a good idea?”

“Uh... I guess it is a good idea after all”

“I thought you’d realise eventually. “

I continued to kiss her feet for a while. I even gave them the odd lick which seemed to please her. I decided to avoid humiliation like this morning, I’d try to please her as much as I could. I couldn’t believe I had come to accept this idea so much that I was resolving to become a “Good slave”

Bonnie seemed to pick up on this

“You’re very keen right now! Maybe our little experience this morning helped you. There’s nothing wrong with putting people, namely you, in their place every so often”

I contiunued to worship her as she was writing something down.

“Slave, this is a shopping list. You are going to go out and do my shopping now. The cheque from your parents arrived this morning, so you will pay for it.”

It was so rude of her to open someone elses mail, especially as she knew what it was. But it was hardly surprising.

“I hope you don’t have a problem with me opening my own post. After all. I own you. You ARE mine. Therefore, everything you own is mine.”

“Yes princess Bonnie” I said

“Good!” she clapped her hands
“Right, when you’re done, meet me in the park near here”

“Yes princess Bonnie”

And so I set out. It was actually painful to walk, after being on my knees for at least 48 hours. That will suit Bonnie just fine, I thought. It was surreal, and very depressing doing all of Bonnie’s shopping. Every bit of food I placed in the cart, I knew I probably would get none, but I’d definitely be cooking it for Bonnie. Every other item I picked up, was something for Bonnie’s use, that I was paying for her. I really was her accessory, and she used me for the sole improvement of her life, nothing else. I might as well not have been a living thing, and by that point, I wished I wasn’t. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Bonnie had included one last item at the bottom of her list. It was a dog bowl. No prizes for guessing who it was for. Hey, at least I was buying something for myself.

I wasn’t religious, but when I arrived at the park, I actually thanked God that there weren’t many people in the park, as I was sure I was in for more humiliation. I spotted her sitting on a bench, with her legs crossed, looking very sexy. I approached her, she smiled in approval of the heavy shopping bags. As I drew closer, she called out

“Slaaaaa-aaave, what are you doing, you should be crawling!”

“Shh- someone will hear!”

She laughed
“Oh slave! Are you ashamed of being my dog? I don’t give a fuck if you’re embarrassed, get on the ground and greet me the way you’re supposed to!”

Just one person had overheard this, a young girl, about 18. She was watching with a quizzical expression. Once again, I had no choice, so I sunk to my knees. Bonnie opened her mouth to give another command but I knew what it would be. I took the handles of all the shopping bags and carried them in my mouth. I was attracting some attention from a few people now. Hopefully they just thought it was a joke. I reached Bonnie, and dropped the bags at her feet. I knew she was waiting for me to kiss her feet, but I thought maybe she had some compassion left.

“Princess Bonnie... please, please don’t...” How pathetic I must have looked to her. Someone so pathetic would surely have sparked sympathy in someone with a heart of stone. Not Bonnie, she actually got angry. She leaned down to me, so we were face to face, and spoke menacingly.

“Listen to me, you piece of shit. If I tell you to do something, do it. I don’t give a fuck about you, and you’re emotions mean nothing to me.You are here to do as I say, and that’s all you are. You being embarrassed makes no difference to me, apart from the fact that it amuses me. You obey my every command, do you STILL not understand that?”

Bonnie sure was good at put downs. I did understand now. This was it, my life. My life of pleasing Bonnie in whatever way she wanted. But if she could just be a bit nicer....

“No Princess Bonnie, I understand” I said resigned to my fate. I bent down and ravished her feet with kisses, even throwing in the occasional lick. We had attracted a crowd now. Most of them were laughing at me. But I could block it out. Just concentrate on Bonnie’s feet. Everything was her feet. My whole world was her feet. At her feet. My life was her feet.

“Good boy” Bonnie cooed, sensing that she had once again defeated my resolve.

I heard footsteps coming towards me. I glanced up. It was the 18 year old girl that saw me first. She was only about 5 foot tall, brown hair, very curvy body for her age and brown skin. She might have been mixed race, but I couldn’t place it.

She spoke to Bonnie
“Why is he cleaning your feet?”

Bonnie sensed an opportunity. She nudged my kissing lips with her foot to gain my attention.
“Tell her” she commanded

I turned to this very attractive girl for eighteen, and I said “It’s because I’m her slave”

“Her slave? What..slavery is outlawed...Why would you be her slave?”

Bonnie nudged my face again “Tell her slave”

My face was bright red. And I knew exactly what Bonnie wanted me to say.

“She’s a goddess... it’s an honor to serve her, I want to be her slave”

Bonnie and this new girl laughed. I was getting angry again. I wished this little bitch would fuck off. Who was she anyway? All snooty, coming here asking all of this like it was her business. Naturally, this is what happened next

“Can he clean other people’s feet?”
Bonnie was finding it all oh so amusing “He sure can! Why, do you want him to clean yours”
The girl was grinning now. “Yeah he can clean my sneakers”

“Well sit down!” Bonnie said. “Slave, clean this lovley girls sneakers. “

“Great!”said the girl “Only, I want another position. SLAVE! Lie down on your back. “ I hesitated “Go on!” Bonnie said

So I did. And the girl plomped her butt down on my chest and placed her feet on my head

“Get licking” she said
I was anticipating a bad taste, but nothing could have prepared me for chewing gum, mud, bits of gravel and grass and all manner of other horrible things. I endured the humiliation, the taste and the girls laughter for 30 minutes. I have to say, I was proud of how clean I got them. This was my life now.

The girl inspected her shoes and laughed. She pointed over to her friends who just arrived and ran off. “Thanks Ma’am, good job SLAVE”

Bonnie was so amused “What a nice young lady” she said, laughing.

“Slave, while you were so kindly servicing that girl, I was thinking, you need a punishment for your insolence earlier.”

I gulped

“Don’t you think?”

“Yes princess Bonnie”
“Why?”
“I’ve been a bad slave”
“Yes. You have.”
She motioned with her finger “Come here slave”

I crawled back to her. She slapped me in the face. Very hard. It stung so much

“Hurt?”
“Yes” I said, through gritted teeth.
So she slapped me again. And again. And again. And on and on for a good ten minutes. Left hand, right hand, left side, right side. Uppercut. She pinched and scratched my face, and pulled and twisted my ears, and flicked my nose which was already sensitive from earlier. I was nearly in tears

“Kiss my hand slave. “
I kissed it, and each one of her fingers, and her thumb, and she turned it around so I could kiss her palm

“That’s right slave. Kiss the hand that hurt you. Aren’t you grateful for your beating?”
I was in a state now, I would say anything to avoid further punishment or humiliation

My words were muffled by her hand resting daintily at my lips

“Yes princess Bonnie, it’s so kind of you to punish me.. I’m so lucky to have a goddess like you who will help me to become a better slave”

“Aww, good slave, you’re welcome. Lets go home”

“Oh hi Nadia!”

And like that, my plan to avoid further humiliation went out the window.

[andybis]

Great story! BTW the last installment has a little error. You said the little girl is 15, but of course as you know that underage content is forbidden, 18 is the right age, isnt' it? (8 is above 5 in my numeric keyboard) Thanks and....waiting for next!

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Great story! BTW the last installment has a little error. You said the little girl is 15, but of course as you know that underage content is forbidden, 18 is the right age, isnt' it? (8 is above 5 in my numeric keyboard) Thanks and....waiting for next!


Ah yes, hadn't seen that, thanks for pointing it out

[macrina]

Thank you, great storie, please more.

[submissive_male4u]

excellent story! please continue... i'd love to read it and recommend it to others.

[ConnorKatyFeet]

We got back to the appartment and my torture began. I removed the two girls shoes with my mouth and took position on the ground as they sat on the sofa.
“Slave, foot massage” Orderd Nadia curtly. She was certainly strict.

I took one of her feet in my hands and began to get to work. She was moaning in appreciation, which was good from my point of view. But her feet were sweaty and it felt gross on my hands. Bonnie used me as a footstool, and crossed her feet at the ankles on my back. This made my position extrememly uncomfortable because I couldn’t go lower or else I wouldn’t reach Nadia’s foot.

“Hey I want a footrest too” Nadia said. So she rasied her foot that I wasn’t massaging and placed it square on my face.
“Hmm, there’s no grip” she mused. So she took my nose between her bit and second toe and squeezed

“Much better. Thank me slave”

From behind the foot that was pressed against my face I managed a very muffled “Thank you” which made the girls laugh
But Nadia was in a very cruel mood again “Do you even know what your thanking me for slave?”

“Thank you for smothering my face with your pretty foot and for letting me rub your feet”

Nadia nodded in approval. “You’re very good at grovelling, like a lovesick puppy. But you forgot something. “ She kicked me in the face. “Do it properly” Her foot really stank now, I didn’t realise what a strong odor they had. But now, on top of being kicked, and the smell I was starting to feel queasy. I just had to keep going. Hopefully I might pass out.

“Thank you for smothering my face with your pretty foot and for letting me rub your feet Miss Nadia” I hoped that’s what she meant by doing it properly

She grinned. “Good boy... BUT, shouldn’t a slave like you be trained better? Because you should have remembered that. And I have no doubt that Bonnie trained you extremely well. So you must be being a bad slave on purpose. Are you doing it on purpose slave?”

“No miss Nadia I’m not” I pleaded

She looked stern “So are you saying Bonnie trained you badly?”

“...No.”

Bonnie weighed in too “Oh slave, you’ve never complimented me on my training skills before, or even thanked me for training you.”

Nadia put on a look of false shock “You never even thanked her? Do it now, your bad slave!”

I hated Nadia. Still from behind her foot I muffled a “Thank you so much princess Bonnie for training me to be a good slave”

“You’re welcome Slave, it’s my pleasure, believe me. But.. why is important to you to be trained well? Consider your answer carefully if you want a roof over your head”

She had me now. “Because it’s an important skill for me to have in life”

“Oh? What do you mean”

“So... so I can continue to serve you for as long as you require me.”

“Do you mean the rest of your life?”

“Yes...” I had a lump in my throat

“Yes WHO?”

“Yes princess Bonnie”

Bonnie got her phone out of her bag. “Tell me you want to serve me for the rest of your life slave”

“I want to be your slave for the rest of my life?”

Bonnie pretended to be surprised
“The rest of your whole life? Well... you said it, not me. But I’d sure be more than happy to oblige that! Tell me slave, why do you want to serve me for your whole life?”

“Because it is an honor, and it’s all I ever want to do with my life, and I can’t imagine life any other way than at your feet”

“HAHAHA.” Bonnie pushed a button on her phone. “I’ve got you on video now slave. Just more motivation for you to be the best little slave you can be, or else this goes to Jen. Actually... Nadia, would you mind taking some pictures of him worshipping me? I already have some, but bad quality and not from a good angle. It’d be good to get some hard evidence”

Nadia was only happy to oblige. So she snapped photos of me on my knees, and bonnie’s feet on my back, using me as a foot rest. There was one of me kissing her feet, licking her soles, and one with her toes in my mouth, and one with both her feet totally covering my face. They also took a video of me begging to worship her feet, and worshipping them while I told her how much I loved the smell and taste of her feet. Bonnie really really had me now.

After Nadia had stopped laughing, she got another cruel idea.
“So slave, as we were saying before, since Bonnie trained you perfectly, it must be you being a bad slave on purpose, correct?”

“Yes Miss Nadia”

“Well then, I think even the stupidest level of human such as yourself would agree, you deserve a punishment for that, don’t you?”

“Yes Miss Nadia”

“Tell me that then”

“Miss Nadia I deserve a punishment for my ignorance earlier... I want you to punish me please miss Nadia”

“If you insist slave! Aahahah! Look at my feet, they’re still so sweaty. Your punishment will be to lick them clean. Get to work slave” and she raised her legs and extended them until both of her feet were at my face

“Hold my legs up footboy” So I did, and she crossed her feet at the ankles again

This was a sickening prospect, but I had to just get on with it. I started with small, tentative licks on her soles, and her toes, and even her heel. But she knew I was sickened

“No no slave. Not good enough at all. I want you to lick my feet fast, and hard, with passion, because I know you’re passionate about my sexy feet”

So I did. I lapped away at her soles, and inbetween her toes, and even sucked her heel. I got into it, as far as she was concerned. The dirt was actually starting to come off. So I bit a bit off and spat it on the ground. It was foolish of me to make that mistake really.

“Oh no, slave, oh no. I want you to eat and swallow, and savour each bit of dirt which falls from my royal feet. And when you are done you will thank me for it”

I had to admit, Nadia had amazing soles, but they smelled, and licking the dirt off of them was disgusting. I wretched and gagged a few times which made them laugh. It must have taken an hour, but both of Nadia’s feet were spotless.

She inspected them, and seemed impressed. “Good boy. You’re done now. “ She looked at me expectantly

“Thank you miss Nadia for allowing me to eat the dirt from your feet, it was delicious”

“I bet it was slave, don’t forget it, foot dirt is all you’ll eat. However, I was very offended when you spat out my lovely toe jam. I think you need to be punished again.”

My heart sank.

“Nadia I’m going to go for a bath now, you do what you like with him”

My heart sank even further. I couldn’t believe it. Nadia might have resitricted herself around Bonnie, but now she could be as brutal as she wanted to be. I was scared. She waited until Bonnie had left the room and looked at me evilly.

“Slave, lie down on your back”

“Yes miss Nadia”

She looked down at me, and without warning, sprung up, and jumped on my stomach. I choked in pain and surprise, but she didn’t stop. Again and again and again she jumped on my stomach, chest, legs, and groin. I was in shock and agony. She Started circling me, aiming kicks at me and intentionally missing, laughing every time I’d flinch.

“Slave, don’t even think of blocking me with your hands” and she kicked me in the head, hard. I was disorientated.

“This is so fun!” she mused. She stood back on top of my chest.
“Thank me slave”

“Thank you Miss Nadia for kicking and trampling me”

“Good boy” She raised her foot, and slowly lowered it down into my mouth. I was tasting nearly her whole foot. Luckily it was clean.. thanks to me. She was being very forceful. It was like she was trying to force me to eat her foot. She looked down at my cowering eyes and laughed.

“I look beautiful from down there don’t I slave?”

I nodded

“Good boy. You think of me don’t you? You masturbate over me”

She was right anyway, but I had to grovel. I nodded again

“Everytime you think of me, I want you to think of how I was the first woman in the long line of many to humiliate you. I want you to realise that I ruined your life, and gave all the ideas to Bonnie to enslave you. I want you to think of the foot dirt I made you eat. Not only will you be Bonnie’s slave forever, but you’ll be mine too. You pathetic fucking dog.”

And she started to raise her foot out of my mouth, and shove it in again with force. Faster and faster, until she ws facefucking me with her dainty foot. It was painful and humilating. I felt my saliva drip down the side of my lips, and tears run out of my eyes.

Then Nadia jumped off me and proceeded to kick me all over for ten minutes. It was hell, when she stopped, I literally grabbed her legs and dragged myself beneath her and showered her little tanned feet with kisses of 100% honest gratitude. I was so happy she stopped beating me I’d do anything. I continued to kiss and lick the tops of her feet in between my murmers of “Thank you... thank you...” and her laughter.

“I have to leave now slave, but I’ll remember how you submitted to me and gave yourself to me forever, and you’ll remember it too. “

I put her sandals back on and opened the door for her to get out, and I cried for a few minutes until Bonnie returned. I humbley crawled over to her and kissed her feet until she spoke.

“Well slave, since you’re going to be in my power for the rest of your life there really is no need for you to go to college, is there? What will you do when you get your psychology degree? Psycho anyalize why you love my feet? Besides, I prefer to keep you in my house, away from the outside world. From now on, you’re not going to college. You will stay here all the time and carry out all that I need you to do. Understand?”

“Yes Princess Bonnie”

I was devestated. The whole reason I had let myself into this was to go to college, and now that reason was gone, but because she had pictures of me now, she could do whatever she wanted.
My whole life was to be dictated by Bonnie, and I would probably spend it all at her feet.

Could my life get any worse?

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Part 11 is a little shorter than the others, because it's the halfway mark and also a turning point in the story.



Part Eleven: One month later.

After my vicious beating and degregation at the hands.. well, the feet of Nadia, I realised how lucky I was to have a Mistress like Bonnie. I could have been enslaved by someone like Nadia who just enjoyed hurting people. I realised now that I was nothing. I was just an object to Bonnie, an item for her to use to make her life more pleasurable. I was happy with that now. Every now and again I would have an outburst of anger or stupid pride, but Bonnie always put that right with a deserved beating and smother with her feet. I spent my days doing everything Bonnie could possibly want, as well as my usual chores of having her house spotless, and preparing her a delicious Dinner.

One night, as she was relaxing on her sofa, and I ws dutifully cleaning her feet with my tongue, she spoke to me, and spoke to me for more than enough time it took to give an order, which was a change.

“Slave, there are going to be changes around here”

“Yes princess Bonnie?”


“I’m going to reward you for being such a good slave”

Was she going to let me fuck her? Lately I’d fallen in love with Bonnie, to an insane extent, my infactuation with her had only increased my devotion to being her slave, but I couldn’t go a minute without thinking about her sexually.

I continued to lovingly lick her feet. She seemed to be enjoying my devotion, in fact sometimes I saw her face, as though she was getting a rush from it, and who wouldn’t enjoy someone totally devoting their life to making you happy in any way you want?

“I’m going to let you live, well – not live here. You don’t live here. You exist purely to serve me, and as I happen to live here, you are here too, remember that. But yes, you don’t have to pay me rent anymore.”

I was elated.

I immeadiately adorned her feet with hundreds of loving kisses.
“Thank you thank you thank you thank you so much Princess Bonnie this is the best thing you’ve ever done for me”

“Hahahaha no, the best thing I’ve ever done for you is enslave you, you idiot. Don’t celebrate too soon though..... I require another charge from you..”

“What charge is that Princess Bonnie?”

“Depends, how much do you make a week?”

“$450”

“Well then you will now be giving me $450 a week, understand slave?”

I was saddened, but then again, I got no time to spend any money on myself anyway. Bonnie would spend it more wisely. Besides, it was maybe an end of an ordeal for me. Bonnie had made a habit of making me beg for the letters my family sent me, which contained the cheques. It made me quite emotional, so I was glad that was over.

“I understand princess Bonnie”
I now literally had nothing. A week previously, Bonnie had gotten rid of all my stuff from my room. I didn’t use the room, nor did I use anything in there, so I didn’t mind. It was one less room to clean as far as I was concerned.

“There will be another change around here too Slave, I’m renting the spare room out to another roommate next week. That’s the only reason I stopped charging you rent”

I became anxious

“Believe me slave, it was hard to find a roommate who didn’t find our little arrangment odd, but I’ve finally found one who thought the idea was quite appealing. She’ll be moving in on Wednesday of next week, and as she’ll be paying rent, it’s half her house, and you will serve her with the same devotion, admiration and love that you serve me with. Understand?”

At least it was a girl. I couldn’t imagine being dominated by a guy. There was also the danger of Bonnie and the guy hooking up, which I couldn’t handle. So I was glad for that. My destiny seemed to be to serve women, and it looked likely to continue with my new mistress. Funny how she didn’t think it was half my house when I paid rent though. Nevertheless, I said “Yes Princess Bonnie”

“I know what you’re thinking slave, don’t go feeling hard done by. You didn’t deserve to own half of my house. I didn’t give you those rights because you’re a piece of shit. If you weren’t my devoted slave now, I wouldn’t care about you. Remember that”

And there was another reminder. I was nothing. I continued to lick her feet while she phoned the new roommate.

“Haha yeah I just told him, he’s so looking forward to serving you!”

I began to wonder if this new roommate thought this was some sort of kink household or something. While I found Bonnie endlessly attractive, and being dominated turned me on a little bit, this really didn’t “Do it” for me. Perhaps being so sexually deprived was the reason I was so wild for Bonnie at this moment in time. Bonnie certainly thought me serving her turned me on, because I would often get hard while at her feet.

The day came when the new roommate, Joely would arrive. When she arrived at the door, I have to say, I was dumbstruck. Joely was Swedish, and she looked incredible. What you’d call a “Blonde Bombshell”. She had beatiful, long silky blonde hair that reached her lower back. She must have been 6 foot tall. She had the most perfect body ever. Curvy hips, perfectly proportioned, ample sized breasts. A lovely, shapely, sexy ass, and beautiful gorgeous, toned legs that were so long and shapely I couldn’t believe it, and those thighs, were so toned, and supple and thick.
She beat Bonnie hands down in looks, and that was saying something.

I certainly was looking forward to her living with us.

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Part Twelve: Joely’s bitch

Joely’s beauty had sent me into a bit of a daze, but Bonnie’s cruel mocking voice snapped me out of it.

“Hahaha look, he’s practically drooling at the sight of you! Well slave, greet your new mistress in the proper way.”

I nearly fell face first on the floor in my eagerness to crawl to Joely’s feet. She was wearing brown strapped sandals, and I quickly began to peck each of her toes with kisses. As I did this, Bonnie and Joely shared a kiss on the cheek and a handshake.

“Pleasure to have you living with me.”
“You too” replied Joely. She had such a sexy voice.

It was quite symbolic, the two lovely ladies standing above me exchanging pleasantries while I worshipped one of them. Without even looking at me, Joely raised her other foot and brought it towards my face, and tapped my cheeck with it, to signal she would like me to kiss her other foot. It was almost like Bonnie had given her lessons in how to treat me. Nevertheless, I began to worship her other foot, which she didn’t rest flat on the ground, instead placed only her toes on the floor and raised the rest of her foot elegantly above me.

I kissed each of her toes. That technique was becoming my favorite for showing adoration.

“Slave” it was Joely speaking now. I looked up at her magnificent figure. I got instantly hard. Not just at her figure, but at the sexy way she called me slave..

“Show me to my room”

“Yes princess Joely” I said

“Oh no. Princess is what you call Bonnie. It’s MISTRESS Joely to you, slave.”

“Yes mistress Joely, sorry mistress Joely” I said humbly, frustrated with myself. I had to impress this beauty, even if my only way of doing so was by being good slave.

I began to crawl towards my old room, which was to be the room of this Goddess.

“Faster!” she demanded, and dealt a good hard kick to my behind. Somehow she managed to hit both my ass and inbetween to my balls. I yelped and fell on the floor. Bonnie’s laughter rang out, as usual. What was unexpected was the lack of laugher from Joely.

Instead, she became more angry and kicked me again
“MOVE IT BITCH” she shouted, and stamped hard on my hands, twisting my fingers badly.

I scrambled up and tried to crawl as quickly as I could to her new room, with her dangerous feet following just behind me. I swear I felt her toes brush against my balls again, as though she were aiming more kicks at me. Like she was keeping me on my toes.

I came to a halt on my knees outside the door of her room.

“Here is your room mistress Joely”

She raised her eyebrow
“Really?” She looked down at me in a patronising way

“I was under the impression that it was your room slave”

“Well uh yeah Mistress Joely, but Bonnie stopped me sleeping in here, and got rid of all my stuff so you could use it”

“Aww. She has been so mean to you! I couldn’t possibly be even meaner and take your room”

I was confused now

“But uh, it’s your room, I never sleep there anyway, and if you don’t take it where will you sleep?”

She was enjoying toying with me

“It just wouldn’t feel right taking it from you.. I mean.. if you were to give it to me..”

I started to realise what she was doing now.

“Mistress Joely, it’s all yours. I’m glad to give you this room, take it as a gift from your slave. “

She giggled.

“Good... but it just...... doesn’t seem like you REALLY want me to have it”

I did want her to have it. As far as I was concerned she could have anything she wanted

“How can I convince you mistress?”

She extended her pretty foot towards me. The way it dangled in the air was beatiful.

“Remove my shoe, I’m sure you can think of something.”

I reached upwards and did as I was told. Her sandal slipped easily from her foot. The foot itself was perfect. I would say about a size seven. Very high arches. She flexed and stretched out her foot, which made it look even more attractive. Her feet looked so soft. Her soles were so smooth, and wrinkled up slightly when she flexed her foot. There was no blemish, vein or any notable fault to her feet. Her big toe was big, and round, and each other toe was shorter than the last, and her toenails were perfectly kept.

It was with relish that I took this beautiful blondes foot in my hands, and kissed it. All the way up the tops, and all the way down. The sides, and of course,each one of her toes. This was the first time I had willingly worshiped and adored someone, and I enjoyed it. It felt right. The scent of her feet was intoxicating. Warm, and just slightly salted.

“Pleas mistress Joely, please accept thos bedroom as a gift from your lowly slave. I would prefer that a goddess like you had the privacy and comfort of your own room, rather than a dog like me. You would use it better. “

“Gooooooooood bitch” she cooed, sexually.
She suddenly removed her foot from my grasp and stood on it again. “Well, move my stuff in for me! I don’t want to see you out of this room until all my belongings and furniture is organised. Good slave”

“Yes Mistress Joely” I said humbly, while looking at her feet. Joely seemed to grow into the role of being in charge of me very easily, and I in turn grew into the role of obeying her every whim even more easily.

For the next hour, I carried all of Joely’s things from the front door to Joely’s room with my mouth, much to Bonnie’s amusment. Joely made sure to give me a swift kick up the backside each time I passed by where she rested on the sofa, next to Bonnie. Every now and again Bonnie would extend her foot for me to kiss as I passed, which I did. It was another sign of how natural my role as a slave was becoming.

It took me about 2 hours to organise Joely’s room. I didn’t know how she would like it done, so I tried to organise it in a similar way to Joely’s room. I hoped she’d like it. After I was done, Bonnie announced she was going to bed, so I worshipped her feet briefly and returned to the living room where Joely still was. It would be the first time Joely and I were alone, and I was becoming aroused.

I moved over to her on my knees. She was sat elegantly on the sofa with her legs crossed nicely at the knees, her bare foot was dangling gracefully, at just the right height for my mouth.

I placed kisses on her big toe “Mistress Joely, your room is ready”

“Good bitch” she said, and got to her feet

“Come with me,I want to inspect it”

And so she walked ahead, me closely crawling behind her.

“Slave, in future when you are walking behind me, walk with your tongue stuck firmly outwards, so that I can rub my feet on your tongue while I walk.”

“Yes mistress Joely” I said, and continued to walk, with my tongue outstretched. She took her steps in such a way that her heels would run down my tongue every step. I was right – they were soft, and tasted just as intoxicating as they smelled.

We arrived in her room. I waited outside on bended knee as she walked around and inspected my work

She seemed to smile

“Good bitch,you may enter”

I crawled inside and kissed her bare feet
“I am so glad you approve of how I’ve sorted out your room mistress Joely”

Unlike Bonnie, she was not surprised at how my subservience grew, in fact she relished it and very much took it in her stride.
“And I am so glad you are dedicated to pleasing me slave. If you keep this up I will remain happy with you and you won’t have to suffer my wrath.” She raised her foot in the same elegant way as when she made me beg for her to take my room.

“Suck my toe”

And I did. Her toe was so round and shapely, and her foot looked so sexy this way. Not to mention how great her body looked from down here. I sucked with sincere lust.

She sat down on her bed, and stretched her legs and feet out straight, so now both of her soles were inches away from my face

“Come closer, and hold my legs up”

I did so. And without even being told, I buried my face into her perfect soles and licked them. I lapped away at her soles excitedly. I even tried to find some dirt that I could eat, as a way of impressing her, and also for my own pleasure.

“Hahahaha, you’re such a little bitch.... you’re Joely’s little bitch, aren’t you slave?”

“Yes mistress Joely”
“What’s that?”
“I am your little bitch Mistress Joely”
“I can’t hear you, Slave...”
“I am your little bitch, Mistress Joely” I said, louder this time.
“Say it again”
“am your little bitch, Mistress Joely”
“SAY IT LOUDER!”
“I am your little bitch, Mistress Joely”I said, nearly shouting now

“Shh” she said teasingly “You will wake your lovely princess Bonnie”

“Sorry Mistress Joely” I said

“Mmmm” she said sexily “And you enjoy being my little bitch, don’t you slave”

“Yes Mistress Joely”

“What?”
“I enjoy being your little bitch Mistress Joely”

Little did joely know, but throughout this humiliation, I had been getting more and more aroused, and harder and harder, and that last line made me go off.

I buried my face and tongue in her soles in an attempt to disguise it. Once she was satisfied, she sent me out of her room, and gave me a list of chores that must be completed for her.

I didn’t mind doing twice the work load, serving Joely was definitely worth it.

[macrina]

Thank you, great new parts.

[dirkdiggler]

Love your story! Thank you for the new chapters.

Please go on.

[manager]

:thumbsup2: nice work!!

[tuvaletkolesi]

GREAT STORY! I'll definitely read it again! Hope there is more!

[londonraptor]

Really good, love it! :)

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Part Thirteen: The punishment

I knelt on all fours, beaneath my beautiful new mistress, Joely, with her feet crossed, resting on the ball of my neck. I had been awake since 6am, doing both Bonnie’s chores and Joely’s chores. It was now 1 pm and I was only just finished, I was exhausted. I was glad to be Joely’s foot stool. It may have been uncomfortable, but it was at least a rest. Every now and again Joely would push my buttocks up or down, indicating her desire for me to adjust to make her more comfortable. It really was astounding how naturally she grew into the role of my dominator. She was meant for it.

In my mouth was a flip flop that Joely had worn out on her errands this morning. I was sucking and swallowing the dirt off of it for her, just as I had for the first flip flop.

“Tongue, slave”

I looked up at her and stuck out my tongue, presenting it to her.

“Hmm. No good.” She said

She leaned over, and spat into my mouth for the third time, in order to clean my tongue so I could continue to shine her shoe. She watched with glee as I swished her foot dirt and spit around in my mouth, and eventually swalled the disgusting cocktail. I presented my tongue to her again, and once she was satisfied that it was clean enough, I resumed my task.

Bonnie would be at work all day, which left Joely the day alone with her new slave. She seemed very eager she to explore every possibility of having a dedicated bitch at her disposal, willing and ready to obey her every command. Once I finished cleaning the flip flop, I took the straps in my mouth in order to show Joely the bottoms and lifted my head so she could see. She simpley nodded. She took her feet off of my back and twisted slightly in her seat. She crossed her legs at the knees, and delicately began to insert her foot into my mouth. Once she was satisfied that it was in as far as it could go, she spoke to me.

“How does it feel, bitch, to have the lowest part of my body invading your mouth?”

I tried to mumble out a grovelling response, but she caught my slithering tongue in between her big and second toe. She laughed.

“Oh, how kind of you to clean in between my toes for me... The question is Bitch, why did I have to direct you to do it? My feet are the most important thing in your life, and you should strive to worship them at all times. You will clean my feet throoughly and be punished for your ignorance.”

My stomach tightened up. I didn’t like the idea of being punished, and Joely seemed very serious. I sucked all her toes, and swalled the toe jam from in between them, and then my favorite part, I passionately licked and sucked on her perfect, soft soles, and gratefully swallowed every bit of dirt I could find. I even used my teeth to scrape of a stubborn piece of dirt from her heel, and savoured it as it fell into my eager mouth.

Her sexy lips began to curl into a smile. She seemed impressed with my devotion, which caused a swelling in my pants.
“I am pleased with your grovelling, bitch, but unfortunately for you, I enjoy punishing people, and you have no choice in the matter. Stay here”

She walked into her bedroom, and retuned wearing 6 inch heels.

“Stay on your knees, but raise your hands into the air, and god help you if they ever come down from there”

I gulped and did as I was told. I felt Joely walk behind me, and the next thing I knew I was blindfolded my fear intensified and I began to sweat.

“Keep perfectly still bitch”

Joely undressed me, exposing my chest, legs, and my rock hard cock. Maybe it was the foot worship minutes ago, or maybe it was something to do with the fear, and being totally at her mercy, but I was hard as a rock. Before I even had the chance to feel embarrassed, I felt Joely’s heels on my chest, stabbing repeatedly. It was agony. She must have done that for a minute, but it felt like a year. I could feel the fresh pockmarks dealt by her heels all over my chest, they were stinging, and I could feel blood dripping from all of them. I tried my hardest not to weep, but the effort of retaining my ridiculous position with my hands up became too much, and I felt tears escaping from the corner of my eyes. Thankfully I was blindfolded, but my ordeal was far from over.

Next I felt her fingers clamp around both my nipples and twist. My blood curdling screams of agony filled the room. I thought my nipples were on fire, or that she was going to rip them off. Tears spilled from behind my blindfold onto my pain filled face. This brought a genuine roar of giddy laughter from Joely. I prayed Bonnie would be home soon, so I could serve her and get away from this pain. Joely was enjoying this too much, and I was truly fearful of being totally in her power. I heard a sound that sounded dangerously like sello tape being unravelled. Joely placed waxing tape over my pubic hair. I winced and flinched, and braced myself.

The pain was excruciating, as a large chunk of my pubic hair was ripped from my crotch. I was not only weeping now, but sobbing. How pathetic I must have looked.

“Awww, looks so much better without that nasty hair” Joely giggled

“Every dog needs to be cleaned up every now and again. I will not have my slave looking unkept. I won’t have you embarrassing me in front of my friends slaves”

She took a step closer to me
“But wait a minute bitch........ my friends don’t have any slaves. Nor does anyone else. In fact, Bonnie and I may be the only people in this country to own an actual slave. Do you find that odd bitch?”

She prodded me knee with her heel. I was too humiliated to answer her

“Tell me slave, we have proof here” she nudged my rock hard member with her toe

“That you are in fact a man... so tell me, why are you a slave? Why do you have no pride? Why do you gladly sit and worship at the heels of your masters like you do?”

I began to cry harder.
“ANSWER ME” she shouted, and slapped me hard in the face

“Because... because I’m pathetic mistress Joely...”

“Clearly” she said soothingly.
“But that’s okay slave, you don’t have to think about it... all you need to do is obey your goddesses and it will all be fine... make yourself into a tool”..She actually began stroking me with her hand, like you would a puppy. This sense of affection was both confusing after my punishment, but also comforting. I was grateful.

“Answer the rest of my question, slave. Why do you so willingly give your existence up to the whims of your goddesses?”

“Because I deserve nothing more mistress Joely, it’s my place... under your’s and Bonnie’s feet... goddesses like you deserve to have dedicated slaves... and that’s what I am... a slave, I belong at your feet”

Joely had broken me so much that I heard those words coming out of my mouth, but I didn’t feel I was saying them, instead I was letting my instincts tell her what I really felt. Without thinking, I collapsed, groped my way to her feet, grabbed her ankles and began to kiss, lick and suck the tops of her feet in a way that I had never done before. In an act of total humiliation and subjigation, an act of genuine admiration and worship.

Joely bent down and stroked my hair with her hand.
“There there bitch..... good boy...... it’s okay, you worship your mistresses feet... yes, like that... good boy... good”

She stood up again, and slipped off her heels, with difficulty as I refused to stop worshipping her shapely feet, even for a second.

She removed my blindfold. I gasped. I had found that she was totally naked. What a sight. Her body must have been scuplted by the gods themselves, no words could do it justice. My cock immeadiately began to twitch.

She looked down at her slave, totally confident that he owned him in body and mind, controlled his very essence.

“Do you want to fuck me, bitch?”

“Yes Mistress Joely” came the responce from her feet
“So bad Mistress Joely”

She extended her leg, and I immeadiately understood what I was to do.

I mounted her leg, and humped it. I humped it like a dog. Like the dog I WAS, and like Mistress Joely’s faithful little puppy, which I was glad to be. I felt my cock rubbing against the side of her shin, while I grabbed onto her toned thigh as she laughed above me.

I experinced a violent orgasm, and collapsed onto my back and began to breathe heavily. She placed her bare sole onto my face and I began to lap away.

She collected my cum onto her heel, and shoved her heel into my mouth.

She began to fuck my mouth with it, ordering me to swallow it. My mind was reeling. It was disgusting, I wanted this to stop. It was awful. How could my mistress be so nice, then so mean, then so nice again? I began to cry again.

“Suck it like a cock, bitch. After all, if I had a cock, you’d suck it... because I own you. From now on if you want an orgasm, you’ll have to eat your gross spunk, understand?”

I nodded through mouthfuls of her cum covered heel and my own tears. I longed for Bonnie and her feet. I longed for only a month ago, where I would happily sit at the feet of my goddess and lick and worship, and I’d be put through no pain.

Joely was beautiful, but cruel, and through punishment and confusion, she had made me even more devoted to her than I was to Bonnie.

Without even being told, I lay prostate beneath her, kissing her feet and thanking her for punishing me.

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Part Fourteen: Sinking even lower

Alot had changed since the punishment incident with Joely. I guess, as devoted to her as I was, and I was, I never really thought she TRULY owned me. I considered myself Bonnie's property, no one else's. I thought I was being lent to Joely for her use, but not to own. Like if Bonnie let her use her laptop, she wouldn't OWN the laptop. Apparently though, I held less purchase than the every day household laptop. Joely had made it very clear that she owns me as much as Bonne does. I had hoped Bonnie might feel some sense of protection, like you would for a pet, but she genuinely didn't care. As long as Joely didn't prevent me from serving Bonnie as best I could, then she could do whatever she liked with me, and visa versa.

Since Joely had her own ideas of what a slave should be, she saw fit to introduce even more rules for me to abide by, which Bonnie agreed with. I was not allowed clothes. As Joely took great pleasure in pointing out, some people spoil their pets and dress them, but I was an ugly pet so I didn't deserve clothes. She asked me if I agreed. She looked at me sternly, right in the eye, the sort of look that were I a normal guy, would have scared and intimidated me, and I would have became shy, bashful and nervous around this beautiful woman. My reaction was to agree with her wholeheartedly, and apologise profusely to her, inbetween kisses on her toes for being an ugly slave. "Beautiful godesses like you Mistress Joely deserve the best of everything, you even deserve for your very slaves to be good looking, and I am deeply regretful that I offend you with my ugliness, however, if it pleases you Mistress Joely, I am prepared to devote myself fully to you, and Princess Bonnie, ugly body and mind."

Joely grinned when I said that. She took endless pleasure from my grovelling. So with that rule in place, I now was completely naked at all times, apart from one crucial element, my chastity. Joely decided that my cock standing to attention every time I saw her was offensive, and quote "I'd hate to think what it gets up to with that on it's own, I don't want him pleasuring himself without my supervision". When Bonnie first saw my newly imprisoned cock, she laughed, but seemed quite bemused. However she quickly came around to the idea saying "It's best that we deprive him of all pleasure possible, he's a good slave but could be better, until he learns his only pleasure is our feet" That comment stung. I had never worked so hard in my whole life than I had for serving these two beauties, and it wasn't quite good enough? Of course, I was expected to grovel at their feet, and thank them for restricting my cock, and taking away the only fun passtime I had. From now on, my physical pleasure was directly proportional to how well I served them.


If I ever had to run an errand outside for them, I was allowed clothes, but only outfits that they picked out which looked ridiculous. Mismatching, tight fitting, and often childrens and women's clothes, usually a horrible colour. And of course, I was had to constantly be wearing my new collar (which didn't fit, so it hurt my neck to wear), which had "SLAVE" written on it. They weren't just doing it just to be mean, there was a logic to it. I wanted so much to get back indoors, away from the weird looks and people laughing at me, that I completed whatever outside errand I had to run very quickly. Often Joely would punish me by way of stabbing me with her heels for taking too long. When she did this, she would send me on as many outside errands as she could, topless, so everyone could see her handiwork.

Joely was also very fond of Bonnie's rule that, like a dog, I should use my mouth for everything and not my hands. She tried to reinforce this by having my hands tied behind my back at all times. She only gave up on it because it made me move too slowly for her liking. My workload was getting tougher, due to the specific ways each wanted them done. God help me if Joely's boots weren't tongue-shined to perfection. They never wanted the same thing for dinner. So there I was, a very good cook at this stage, cooking two great meals every night (not to mention breakfast and lunch) and eating none of it!


I was lying down on my back on the living room floor. Joely was sitting on me. I had my knees up so she could rest her back, and her sexy feet covered my face. As I kissed and licked her soles, and occasionally sucked her toes as she inserted them into my mouth, my hands massaged the feet of Bonnie, who was lying on the sofa above me, her feet dangling elegantly over my face in order to be pampered. As my hands travelled around Bonnie's shapely, pretty feet, I began to be aroused. Under Joely's firm ass, I began to get hard. I could feel tears escaping from my eyes, as the pain of my cock being restricted my it's cage became too much. Joely began to wipe her feet dry on my face. "Ugh, did I tell you to lick, bitch?" and she lifted her feet from my face for the first time in hours it seemed. The last time I saw the clock it was 6pm, now it was 1am, nearly time for them to go to bed. When Joely saw I was crying, she smiled. She knew full well what it was, but she enjoyed the humiliation. "Aw poor foot bitch, what's wrong with you?"

"It hurts mistress Joely"
She nudged my cheek with her toe, in a patronising way
"What hurts bitch?"
"My cock mistress Joely"

In that moment I cursed myself, as I remembered the same thing she just did.

She looked up at Bonnie "Didn't we tell him a week extra for complaining about it?"
"Yes, we did. Tough luck slave, that disgusting thing stays imprisoned for another week now"

I didn't think I could go another week. I was seething.

We went through the usual bed time routine. I lay on my back on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom, so they could get ready for bed without having to step on the cold floor. I didn't need to polish Joely's feet while she was doing it as I'd just spent hours doing so, but she did take pleasure in standing on my face with one foot anyway. Bonnie's feet needed some big attention, so while she was getting ready, I lapped away attentively as her soles, and sucked her heel,letting allthe dirt and crust from the day fall into my mouth and swallow it. The first time this happened, I was disgusted, now it was as normal as waking up every morning. "Good slave" Bonnie mused
"Thank you princess Bonnie" I said from under her sole. I kissed her feet goodnight, and she went to bed.

My work was not over for the night though, as both girls had left a pile of shoes for me to polish in my unique way. Such is the life of a slave


The next evening, I knelt beneath Joely. She had her legs crossed at the knees, and her dangling foot was just below my face. I had spent the last hour or so dilegently lapping at the tops of her foot, after spending most of the day licking. If her feet were divided into sections for me to lick, this would be the last section, as I had done the sole and the top of her other foot, and the sole of this one. She seemed so content to dominate me. But not in such an aggresive way anymore, more subtle. It put me at ease, and I had come to enjoy serving her.

Bonnie returned home from work, and I quickly crawled over to welcome her back with the obligatory kisses to her feet.
"Welcome home princess Bonnie, your dinner will be ready in ten minutes"

"Good boy!" she chirped. She seemed happy. I glanced up at her normally radiant face, and this evening it was even more so. She was beaming. She spoke out loud. Obviously adressing Joely, she'd never address me such, but she was so happy it almost seemed like she was talking to me too.

"I've been promoted!!" she squealed, and did a little jump. A little jump that caused her foot to land on one of my fingers. I gasped in pain. She didn't care. She proceeded to tell Joely all about her new job.

"This is great! I'm now the head of my department, and a supervisor of another two department. The bitch who used to be my boss now reports to ME!! People who wouldn't have glanced at me twice would beg me to keep their jobs now. I am the alpha female around the place.... oooooooh I'll have so many people to boss around!"


"Not to mention the extra money?" Joely asked quizzically. Bonnie's excitement at having people to boss around was amusing her

"Yes, that too" she said, smirking
"We might even be able to give slave some pocket money"
"To be spent on us, obviously" said Joely
Bonnie laughed "Yeah, we'll give him 'present allowance' once a week, which he should use to buy us a gift. But not just any gift, the type of gifts a slave would give their masters as an offering to show how much they adore them!"

The girls were giggling now.
"Well, it's good that you've had a slave, good practise for bossing people around" Joely said
"Yeah yeah, hahaha. It's on my CV" Bonnie joked back. Or I hope she was joking.

I listened to this conversation from the kitchen as I prepared their food.


The next day, I was to accompany Bonnie clothes shopping for her new job. My outfit today was a pair of childs swimming togs, no underwear. A womans cardigan, my collar, of course, and a pair of womens sandals, different sizes on each foot. I of course, was to walk behind Bonnie at all times, and direct my eyes to her feet. Which helped, as I didn't really notice all of the weird looks I was surely getting. I mostly was just carrying her bags for her. In every shop, she made a big show of humiliating me at the till, telling me I SHOULD pay for her clothes, because of 'the reason'. It was all her money I was using, he gave it to me for this very purpose. It wasn't the money, she was just having fun.

That kind of thing was nothing though. I'd been humiliated so often I didn't mind. However I did suspect she had something more poignant in mind, and that she did. I found out what it was as we entered the shoe shop.


She walked in, and the attendant quickly had about ten pairs of shoes for her to try on. All a similar style. A sort of sleek, sophisticated heel. Bonnie sat down. The attendant began to get down on his knees to help her fit the shoes

"No" Bonnie said
She looked at me
"He'll do it"
"What?" The attendant said, very confused. He then looked at me and recoiled as he took in my bizzare attire.
"Won't you? You want to, don't you?" she asked
"Yes I will, and yes I do" I said

"Uhh.... okay", the attendant said, and walked away as though he'd never seen anything so odd. He probably hated his job. Kneeling in front of people and dealing with their feet all day, he must have found it humiliating and icky, and here was me, volunteering to do it.

Bonnie knew that too and was smiling down at me
"Problem slave?"
"No princess Bonnie" I said, as I began to fit the first pair of shoes.


After a few minutes, someone who must have been the supervisor, or manager came over to us.
"Excuse me, is there a problem with our attendant, because if there is, we're very sorry, we'd like to offer you 25% off if there's been any troub-"
Bonnie interrupted him
"No no, there's been no problem, my assistant here just wanted to do this more"
The manager looked down at me, and if the situation wasn't weird enough, noticed my clothes
"Err..... okay. That's not a problem..... but why?"
Bonnie poked me in the forehead with the toe of the heel I had just fitted on her. A sleek, white heel which fit perfectly.
"Tell him"
"Well uhh...... I'm her slave"

"Riiiiiiiiiiight"
The manager had obviously never encountered this in his employee training. He was at a loss for what to do.

"Well, uh, okay, just bring the pair you decide on to the till when you're ready. Thankyou" and he left, rather hurridely.

Bonnie couldn't have looked more smug. I couldn't have looked more embarrassed.

Bonnie bought three pairs of shoes. She repeated her trick of forcing me to pay. Only this time, she 'forced me' to pay, but robbed me of the actual human act of paying, instead she made me give her the money to pay, and dismissed me outside with all the bags. A few people were laughing, most were just confused. A very out of the ordinary day in the shoe shop. A very normal day in the life of a slave.

When Bonnie exited the shop, she said "Come slave, I'm meeting friends for coffee. Do be on your best behaviour.

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Part Fifteen: Nylon smother

I didn’t know who her “Friends” were, but one thing was for sure, more people were about to use and abuse me. I had some odd glimmer of hope, that just maybe they’d find it too odd and refuse, or feel sorry for me and refuse. But I was also sure Bonnie wouldn’t be friends with people like that. No matter who it was, they just loved to use me for their pleasure. Some people, you can imagine always being top dog, and it would be weird to think of them being dominated, or bested. But I seemed to radiate the opposite, someone whom it would be fitting to boss around and control.

It was my initial submissiveness which Bonnie had noticed and taken advantage of. Now I revered and adored her and longed to kiss her feet. I suppose it was only a matter of time before the human emotions of humiliation and self respect left me. Even with this realisation, my heart sank when I saw one of the girls at the table. My old tormentor, Nadia.

Bonnie turned around to me. “What are you doing?” she asked, and pointed to the floor.

So with embarrassment, I knelt and crawled behind her to the table.

“Nadia, you remember slave. Ellie, you haven’t met Slave here, but he’s well.... he’s my slave”

Nadia and Bonnie laughed as I crawled to the only place I could, right under the table. I knew what was coming, so I decided to skip the trial of pointedly being told. I got on my belly, like a worm and kissed Nadia’s and Ellie’s feet. Nadia was wearing sneakers with socks, and Ellie was wearing nylon tights with a pair of slip on flats.

“Hello Miss Nadia, it’s an honor to serve you once again” and “Hello Ellie, it is an honor to meet you, please feel free to use me for anything you wish”

“Wow!” Nadia said
“His behaviour has improved! He’s so obediant he’s like a puppet now! And he even remembers MISS Nadia, hahaha!”

“Oh Nadia, you have no idea. You thought he was a slave when you first met him, now it’s natural to him to spend every waking moment serving me, and all women. It’s quite something”

Ellie spoke “Yes Nadia was telling me about him, I was quite confused..... but that’s no matter... you guys will never guess what... I know him!”

“WHAT?” chimed Nadia and Bonnie in unision, I even had trouble not verbalising my surprise.

“Yeah, I spoke to him a few times on campus, at college, you know... his name is Tim, right?”

“Well, it’s slave now” Bonnie said, amused.
“When was the last time you spoke to him?”

“I think it was about 4 months ago, I was inviting him to a party...”

And then I remembered her. It was “Hot Ellie”, as she’d been dubbed by my fellow freshmen. Back when I still thought and functioned like an average male of 20, I had wanted to flirt with her in the hope of fucking her. Now the only contact I’d have with her would be my lips on her toes.

“He never came to the party, and then no one saw him since, we thought he must have died or something”


Bonnie made a face of horrible mock surprise
“A beautiful, nice girl like you invited him so kindly to a party and he didn’t bother his stupid ass showing up? That’s awful!”

Bonnie seemed to be rather convieniently leaving out the small fact that I couldn’t go to that party because of my enslavement by her.

“Slave, apologise to Ellie right now, in the proper way!” she said, and kicked me hard in the face.

I knew what to do. I crawled over to Ellie’s feet. Her nylon-covered feet stank strongly. None the less, I showered her feet and shoes with kisses

“Please miss Ellie, forgive this piece of shit slave for being so rude to you, I am truly sorry. I would never seek to displease such a beautiful woman, please feel free to punish me however you like Miss Ellie”

Ellie laughed. Bonnie seemed impressed, as she said to Nadia
“See how his grovelling has improved?”
She was showing me off. Showing off her work. Look at me, look at how well I’ve trained this grown man to be totally submissive to women in all situations. It was the equivalent of training your dog, then taking them to a dog show to be judged. Despite this, I felt some kind of pride at the fact that I could be something for my Goddess to show off, take pride in.

Ellie spoke
“Slave, lie down on your back”
It wass difficult considering the cramped space under the table, but I did so. Now I lay down on my back at Ellies feet. I could see up her skirt this way, and began to get hard.

Before I could admire the view any longer, both her feet came to rest on my face.

“Remove my shoes slave”
I did so, with my mouth, which seemed to surprise her a bit more.

Then, both her feet came down on my face. She kept applying more pressure, rubbing her nylon souls across my face. My vision and hearing were totally blocked now. And all I could smell was the pungent stench of her feet. It was hot and sweaty beneath her soles. All I could do was bear it, let her have her fun, and think. This situation was another example of of how, while Bonnie owned me, I could become the slave of any woman in the world. I hoped that one day Bonnie might get bored of it and free me.

In an act of further submission, I began to lick Ellie’s soles wherever I had enough room to maneuvre my tongue. It was a natural reaction, to be as submissive as possible, and worship my superiors as best I could. The sweat tasted foul, and I even had to drink some of it.

As I stared into the never ending blackness of Ellie’s feet on my face I began to wonder about Jen.

If I could somehow contact Jen, would she be able to stop this. Could she return the old me, and save me from the snivvelling, grovelling, forever-on-his-knees slave I had become.

Little did I know then, I was destined to spend the rest of my life as a slave.

[macrina]

Great work, thank you.

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Part Sixteen: The Guest


It was a typical weekday. Bonnie was at work, and I’d finished all my chores so I was servicing Joely’s feet. This time I was lying down on my back, and she was sat on the sofa, and both her feet were on my face, and my hands were covering the tops of her feet to keep them warm. It was so hot under her feet, and the stickiness and smelliness was overwhelming. My cock throbed in it’s cage. I hadn’t been out of my chastity in a month, and I craved release more than anything. I tried my hardest at all times to serve Bonnie and Joely as best as humanly possible, and they always led me to believe I was close to being let out of my cage, only to deny me at the last minute for some stupid reason. Even as my life as a slave went, my morale was at an all time low. As well as all of that, my body was aching. I was too tired.


Normally I had no trouble completing all my chores without getting tired. But yet another new rule had been added to the list of things whiched ruled my life. Joely had decided that I should be worshipping my betters, even in sleep, so I was to sleep on all floors, with my face inside one of her shoes. She used whichever shoes she was wearing that day for me to sleep with, so it was now impossible to get the smell of her feet away from my face. All I smelled was feet. This new position, apart from being very uncomfortable and making my body ache, limited the sleep I got. If I ever managed to drop off while like that, it was never for very long. Despite my physical and mental tiredness, I was obviously not allowed to slow down in my servitude. Joely and Bonnie seemed to enjoy pushing me to my limits.

Joely went to the bathroom, and Bonnie was due home any minute, so knelt by the front door, waiting to greet her. All totally normal. However when Bonnie opened the door it was not normal, and I got a massive shock. For behind Bonnie was another woman. But this woman was totally naked, had a chain around her neck that Bonnie was holding in her hands, and she was on her knees.

I was dumbstruck. I just stared for two or three seconds, not knowing what to do. Bonnie kicked me in the head
“Well, greet me in the proper way!”

“Sorry Princess Bonnie” I scrambled to kiss her feet. As I was kissing her feet I heard Joely come back into the room. She didn’t say anynthing, so I assumed she was as confused as me. She explained the new situation

“Joely look, we have a new pet!” she said and laughed. The chained girl said nothing.

“A new slave?” Joely asked

“Yes”

“How did this happen?” Joely asked, even more confused

“Well, as you know, I got a promotion at work. Katy here” she nudged the new slave with her foot
“is just one of the hundred or so people I get to boss around all day. Her work wasn’t up to scratch, so I made her beg to keep her job. It turns out she’s a natural submissive! In no time she was licking my shoes clean and massaging my feet – and thanking me for it! Unfortunately, her work was still not up to scratch, so I fired her yesterday. Today she turned up at my office and begged me to give her her old job back.”

Joely was laughing now

“It turns out she’ll be homeless without the income her job provided. So I did the only humane thing, and let her come back here to be our slave.” Bonnie laughed maniacally.

Classic Bonnie, I thought. I wouldn’t put it past her to have planned the whole thing.

“Where are her clothes?” Joely asked

“Well, she had to prove she REALLY did want to be my slave. So I had her crawl behind me all the way home like that. Ahahaha”

Bonnie was right when she said Katy was a natural submissive. There’s no way I’d have willingly done that. I certainly never wanted to be a slave either. Katy must have gotten off on this kind of thing.

Katy herself looked amazing. She had a similar body type to Bonnie, but she was shorter. About 5”5 I would say. Tanned, toned and curvy. The thing that made her body so beautiful was that it was all perfectly proportioned. There was no part of her body which let her down. She had a perfect face, and lovely long black hair, that must have grown down to her ass. She was exactly my type. Her best feature were here hips, which were curvier than you wouldn’t believe, and of course, her big breasts. I became insanely aroused just looking at my now fellow slave.

Bonnie turned around to face Katy. Katy immeadiately lowered her head and covered Bonnie’s feet in kisses.
“Thank you so much for this opportunity so serve you Princess Bonnie. I devote my body and soul to you”

Wow. This girl was hardcore.

“Good slave... now, go ever to your other mistress ans greet her”

Katy crawled over to where Joely was standing. Bonnie had to move forward a little to allow it due to the chain.

“It is a pleasure to meet you mistress Joely. If you will allow it, I am your new slave. May I say, you are a most beautiful mistress. May I please kiss your pretty feet Mistress?”

“Yes Slave, you may. “
Katy took one of Joely’s feet in her hands and passionately kissed and licked it. She kissed the toes, and the tops. Then licked the tops and sucker Joely’s toes. Seeing Katy’s tongue travel along Joely’s feet was so hot. I buckled due to the pain of my cock getting hard inside it’s cage. Bonnie noticed this, but didn’t do anything right away, the welcoming ceremony for the new slave was too amusing.

Katy worshipped Bonnie and Joely with pure passion and sincere lust. Something they both noticed

Bonnie said “I can already see she’s going to be a better slave than him here, she WANTS to serve us, she TRULY loves our feet. I prefer it that way”

“Yeah, I agree “ said Joely

I felt hurt. It was the equivalent of them cheating on me. I couldn’t believe it was getting this way, but if there was a new slave, then I would strive to be better than her.

Joely noticed a problem
“What are we going to call them? They are both slave”
“I think we should call one of them whore, and the other slave” said Bonnie

She continued “Katy deserves the actual title of slave. From now on, you’re called whore”

My heart sank. That I didn’t expect. Did I not deserve any sort of preferance for being their first slave, and for serving them for the past 8 months, giving up my life for them? Apparently not. Apparently I was inferior to all females, even if they were female slaves. This was reinforced by what happened next.

Bonnie looked down at me sternly “Whore, remember what I was telling you yesterday? That you are a slave of me, but also whoever I want? That you are a slave of ALL females? Katy is no different. Meet your third mistress.”

So I was the slave of a slave. A double slave. I coulnd’t believe I lived in a world where slaves had pecking orders, and I was at the bottom. It was madness.

I knew what I was to do, I began even before Bonnie told me too. Even though being a slave meant Katy had to crawl on all fours, I still had to grovel to her and submit to her.

I crawled behind her, making sure to get a view of her bare ass and pussy before bowing to her feet. I repeated her ritual.

“It is a pleasure to meet you Katy, and if it pleases you, please allow me to be your slave.”

“Yes whore, you are my slave, now kiss my feet you fucking piece of shit!”

Even though she was a submissive herself, she still dominated me like a pro.

I bowed down and began to kiss her soles, as they were the only thing I could reach with her on all fours also. “Thank you so much for allowing me the privelage of serving you. I will slavishly admire and obey you to the best of my ability” Her soles were incredibly soft. They had no odor, but her soles against my skin felt so damn good... I became even more aroused by her.

“Good whore. That will do”

“Thank you” I said. And I meant it. Then, without even thinking, I lifted my head up and placed a kiss on her right asscheeck”

The three girls laughed. “You didn’t tell me he was an asskissing whore too mistress. He’s very keen.”

“He’s not slave.”

“Well in that case, I didn’t allow you to worship my ass, did I whore?”

“Uh... no you didn’t... I’m sorry”

She turned around to face me. She raised her hand theatrically, and slapped my face”

“Bad whore! I know you must be desperate to worship me, but you have to worship me in the ways I want, not you. Understand whore?”

“Yes Katy, I’m so sorry”

“Show it” she said.
I knew I had to kiss her feet. But she wasn’t moving. So I crawled all the way around back to her feet, and showered her soles with kisses. Bonnie went and stood next to Joely.

“Uh... Katy... please forgive me for speaking out of turn, but uhh... I don’t know how to adress you... I mean uh... Joely is mistress, Bonnie is princess...”

“Good whore, I didn’t think of that! Queen Katy will do just fine”

“Yes Queen Katy”

Katy crawled over and continued worshipping Joely. I crawled next to her where Bonnie stood and removed her shoes with my mouth. While I was doing so, I looked over to check out Katy’s breasts. She had a necklace.... a necklace with a key on it. Then I realised.. it was the key to my chastity belt.

I just had to hand it it princess Bonnie really. No wonder Katy was so eager. She wasn’t a slave. She just had a foot fetish. And Bonnie promised her a slave, me, as part of this whole deal.
Her cleverness and cruelty at least merited me bowing to her.


Later that night, when I was just about to go to sleep, I noticed Joely’s door was open. I had to pass it to get to my “Bed”, so I looked in on my way through. What I saw was amazing. Katy was lying down on her back on Joely’s bed, and Joely was straddling her face while Katy licked her pussy. Katy had defeated me again, by servicing Joely in a way that I could only dream of.

I stared, awestruck. Until they both saw me. Joely yelled “WHORE! Get the fuck out of here, go to bed!”

I didn’t need to be told twice, so I quickly crawled over to my resting place.

About 20 minutes later, Katy came out. I was to sleep outside Bonnie’s room, and she was to sleep outside Joely’s room, so we were sleeping roughly ten feet apart

“Did you like what you saw in there slave?”

“Yes I did Queen Katy... very much”

“Well come here whore”

I crawled over to where she was standing.
“Get to work”

“Uh... with what Queen Katy”

“ugh” she slapped me in the face.

“Don’t be stupid, if you want out of that chastity on my watch, you’ll service me now, and you’ll service me good.”

I stared up at her, and mainly at her pussy. I raised myself a bit from my kneeling position and thrust my head into her crotch. I licked, kissed and sucked for all I was worth. The smell was intoxicating, as was the taste of her juices. I was in extacy, as I’m sure she was too. I was in heaven. The only thing wrong was the submissive position I was in, below her.

Suddenly, she clamped her legs around my head. I could see nothing, hear nothing, and smell nothing but her pussy. I could feel her shaking, and I heard a loud moan, and she came.

She was breathing heavily “good whore.... who’s a good little cunt licker? Now clean me up”

“Yes Queen Katy”

I licked up her juices with passion. It tasted awful, but I was thankful for being allowed to do it. Once she was satisfied I literally fell to the floor on my belly and showered her feet with kisses

“Thank you so much Queen Katy for the privelage of eating your sexy pussy, I hope I pleased you”

“Hahahaha.... good whore.”

“Thank you Queen Katy”

I crawled back to my bed, and placed my face in Joely’s shoe.
Before she went to sleep, Katy said one more thing to me.

“Bonnie and Joely told me to organise the sharing of chores with you, but seeing as I own you, I’m sure you don’t need to be told that you’ll be doing all of them. Good whore”

The pain of my hard cock kept me awake all night

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Part 17: Pathetic


The next day, just as my back began to ache, I finished all my chores. At last. My mind instantly went to Joely, who would be waiting for me to worship her feet. I could have taken a rest and pretended to be still cleaning or something, Joely wouldn’t have known the difference. But the thought never crossed my mind. I wasn’t aware yet, but I was striving to spend every waking moment serving my goddesses. It was becoming second nature. I really was a well trained slave.

And so I crawled into the living room, eager to grovel before Joely. What I had forgotten is that I was the whore now, and they had a new slave. Katy was already on her knees before Joely, licking her feet as she sat cross-legged on the couch. The passion with which Katy licked each inch of Joely’s pretty foot was admirable. She was a true foot fetishist. I just knelt there, awkwardly, not even needed by one of the women who dominated my very existance any more. Before I could wonder how low I could truly sink, it came to me. I did the only thing that made sense. I crawled up, lowered myself so I was on my stomach, and began to kiss Katy’s soles.

Not even I had imagined this. I was on the end of a bizzare chain of command. I was kissing the feet of someone who was themselves kneeling and kissing someone’s feet. Joely was cackling at me, and I didn’t blame her. I got the feeling she’d have told me to do that anyway. I hoped she was pleased that I didn’t need to be told. Katy’s soles were so soft. Today they had a faint odor, and it was turning me on. I found myself taking involuntary sniffs. Despite my fresh humiliation, my cock grew hard in it’s cage. I took extra care to not show it hurt, because I didn’t know when I was getting out of it as it is.

This was a big turning point for me. Despite the fact I’d been trained so well, and was so devoted to Goddess Joely and Princess Bonnie, I may have harbourd fantasies of leaving, running away, winning freedom for myself. But if any incident was to indicate where my place in life lay, it was the fact that I had willingly accepted such a ridiculously low and down right pitiful position. If I was not a true slave at heart, I would not have done it. I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t acknowledge, accept and embrace all women’s total superiority over me. And it felt right.

Katy and Joely were satisfied with my display of devotion.

“Good slave” Katy kooed patronisingly.
I was now taking special care to not only worship Katy in this act, but also to pleasure her. I was trying hard to kiss every part, kiss parts that felt good for her and even apply little pressures. If I was already down here, I might as well have.

“Slave, turn around.”
Yes Queen Katy.
I turned around so I was still lying on my stomach but was facing away from the two Goddesses. Katy got up and sat on my back. Her ass pinning me totally down by the back of my neck. She may as well be comfortable when adoring Joely’s foot.

“It is an honour to serve you in being more comfortable Queen Katy”
“Haha.... good slave”
She then brought her legs around, and shoved her feet, either side into my face. She was cradling my face with her feet this way. “Lick” she commanded
At least I didn’t have to move to do this, as I lay under Katy as her seat, I lapped away at her soles, and sucked on her heels and toes. I sucked on her toes like they were a treat she had given me. I felt they were
“Thank you Queen Katy”
Due to the length of my body, Katy was now quite a few feet away from Joely. But Joely was more than happy to elegantly extend her leg into Katy’s loving hands so she could have her soles kissed. Katy began to passionately adorn them with loving kisses and little pecks. I could feel her getting wet on the back of my neck. I craved to tend to her pussy. But I was unworthy, her feet were the best I could get and I was grateful. Every now and again. She would use her toes to manipulate my face in the other direction to indicate that she wanted me to worship the other foot for a while.

I had trouble seeing Mistress Joely above me, but I think I saw her bend down and whisper in Katy’s ear. “Yes Mistress” I hear Katy say.

“Slave, turn around, and on your back. “

I did as I was told. I was now on my back directly under Joely’s feet. I bent my head upwards to kiss her soles but I was distrcted by Katy straddling my neck.

She then fully mounted my face, and again I was smothered by Katy’s wet pussy.

The simple command “Lick” was all I heard. So I did with gusto. Licking and sucking with all my might on Katy’s pussy as she rode my face up and down. I could hardly breathe. Joely then began to play with Katy’s clit with her toes. I’d never heard anyone moan as loud as Katy moaned. Joely spoke, to taunt me even now

“See whore, good slaves get to be pleasured, if you weren’t so pathetic we’d let you out of your cage.”

She then pushed Katy off of me slightly with her foot and rubbed her sole all over my face. She got Katy’s juices all over it. I licked her sole feverently, and the taste of footsweat and pussy filled my mouth. Joely then shoved her toes in my mouth and began face fucking me with her toes. My face was being violated from all angles, with all things.

Soon Katy straddled my face again. She took Joely’s foot and began kissing and sucking it, while her other foot rubbed her clit.

I kept licking and sucking with all my might until Katy came to loud, explosive orgasm. I could feel her body shaking and trembling around my face as she climaxed. She sat perfectly still on my face while I dutifully cleaned her pussy out.

“My turn” Came Joely’s lustful call from above us. She’d slipped off her panties and wrapped her legs around Katy’s shoulders. Katy was heaved off of me as Joely’s long supple legs strongly pulled her towards her Joely’s crotch. Katy was rather flung into Joely’s pussy. Nonetheless she licked with instant passion. Joely’s legs were fully wrapped around Katy’s body. She looked like a giantess compared to her. Behind Katy’s back Joelys feet came together. Joely looked at me. She couldn’t speak for being pleasured but she didn’t need to. I got up to my knees and began to suck her toes. They tasted of Katy’s pussy.

As I licked the remnants of Katy’s pussy from Joely’s feet I became hard again. I didn’t even notice, so focused was I on worshipping Joely. I lowered my head and kissed her soles instead.

Joely suddenly stood up. Katy moved so fast to return to eating her out it was as if she was joined to her pussy.

“Both of you” she declared

She grabbed my by the hair and dragged me behind her, and shoved my head towards her ass.
I began to lick her asshole. It tasted intoxicating. Joely’s moans from above were almost shouts. I began to get competitive. I was the better slave. I licked with literally all my might at Joely’s hot assole. My face was being covered in my own saliva coming back towards me and moisture from Joely’s ass. I felt Katy grabbing both my arms and directing my hands to her pussy. She made me play with her clit with one and finger fuck her with the other. I truly was a tool. But I was happy to be a tool to such beatiful goddesses.

After Joely had climaxed several times, she sat back down on the sofa. Katy and I lay on our backs. Each of our faces under one of Joely’s feet. We were worshipping her adoringly. She was stroking our faces with her feet in a caressing, almost loving way. I would gladly have stayed there forever. Only I had to go and prepare dinner as Bonnie would be home soon.

So I prepared three dinners, one for each of my owners.
The rest of the evening went by with nothing more unusal happening. Until one shocking conversation...
Katy and I were under the dinner table. Me worshipping Bonnie’s shapely feet, her giving Joely’s a nice rub.

“So, my sister Jen is coming over to visit for the week at the start of next month” said Bonnie
“Oh that should be fun.... I look forward to seeing her!”

The rest of the night passed my by in a haze. How could Jen see me like this? She’d think I was a freak.... she’ll hate me and be disgusted with me...... and I love her so much...


That night, as I was cleaning shoes outside Bonnie’s room, Bonnie walked down the hall to come to bed

“Uh... Mistress Bonnie? May.. I, ask something please Princess?” I asked looking at her feet

“Make it quick whore” she said

“I was uhhh, wondering... is there anyway that Jen could uh..... not see me like this? It’s just uh....” my voice began to crack up.

“HAHAHAH” she kicked me in the face.
“No. She’ll understand. And I don’t care if you’d be embarrassed. You’ll be her slave too anyway”

And with that, she went to bed.


Before bed, Katy called me over to service her again. As I knelt before my standing Goddess, using my slave tongue in the most uselful way I could, I could only think of Jen and how I could not let her see my like this. However Katy was talking to me. But the more I listened, she seemed to be saying things to turn herself on. “Bonnie and Joely love me more than you... You’re nothing, I’m they’re true slave. You’re just my dog, my slave..... my foot worshipping, cunt licking bitch. I own you, you’re nothing but my toy” she said as I brought her to climax. She grabbed me by the hair and forced me to look into her eyes. “Isn’t that right whore?”

“Yes Queen Katy” I said
“Good boy, now fuck off”

As I knelt with my face in one of Joely’s boots, I thought about how awful it will be when Jen arrived. I began to cry

I used the tears to help me clean Joely’s boot.

[macrina]

Its fantastic, thank you very much.

[Humfur]

Great story, ConnorKatyFeet.

(But I wish there was more trampling!)

[dirkdiggler]

love your story
thank you so much

great work

[Aramis]

Hi,
if you can, please keep the story line going. Although I am not a fan of females being slaves of females, I love the story otherwise, including him being the slave of slave Queen Katy, and I hope you keep it going! Good writing mon.

[charlie]

Absolutely fantastic!

[billybeneath]

Such an amazing story! I really hope you continue it! Please?

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Not to worry everyone, I am continuing it, but due to a problem with my laptop charger, my laptop is liable to switch off given the slightest knock or anything like that, which makes typing a new chapter a slow and frustrating experience, but the story is not being abandoned by any means.

[Aramis]

Thanks for the update, it is appreciated as many of us check back frequently for an updated chapter!

[Sauur]

Great story!! Really did an awesome job.

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Very sorry for the huge delay, but maybe it was a good thing. I really, really enjoyed doing this part. I hope that reflects in the story.

Part Seventeen: Return of Jennifer

The next month went by rather normally. Well, quite as normally as a household which included two dominant women and their two slaves could go. Katy and I spent our days catering to Bonnie and Joely's every need and worshipping them dutifully, while I, as the lowest part of the hierarchy, also served Katy. The slave of a slave. The house whore. We were almost like a happy family or something.

But the reason why it seemed to pass by in such a haze was that my mind was preoccupied with possibly the one girl I'd ever loved, Jen. I was so worried, I was in pieces over her impending visit. She would see me as I am, what I am. What I do. A slave, to her sister no less. She'd never speak to me again. There is a saying that goes "What man does is not what man is", but that didn't apply to me. I had been so, almost brainwashed (Bonnie would accredit it to her 'training' of me) that I lived and breathed being a slave. It defined me. The body which used to contain who I was, my likes and dislikes, my flaws and good points, was now a tool used to serve my Goddesses. Not only had I accepted this but now I liked it. But still.... Jen.......

The more I thought on it, the more I remembered. Going though highschool as her friend, there were many incedents, that to a normal person (and I was a normal person then) would fly under the radar. But since my submissive and foot loving genes had been re awakened, I recalled them with some excitement. There was one time Jen played a badminton match, and her feet were killing her, so I offered to give her a foot massage. She told me it felt really good. One time when she took her shoes off over at my place, she was wearing really fluffy socks so I made fun of her for them. She ended up shoving one foot in my face, asking me how funny they were now. I remember one time she kept twisting and turning her foot in class, and it kept catching the corner of my eye, so I looked. She noticed this and thought it was hilarious. I recalled days we'd go walking in the park and she'd go barefoot, the soles of her feet would gather so much dirt, they'd be filthy! And perhaps the most significant, one time we were just hanging out, and she rested her feet on my knee. I looked at her quizically and she raised her eyebrows in a challenging way, as if to ask what I was going to do about it. I did nothing obviously. She giggled and declared "You're so whipped". This started a running joke which went on for around two weeks where she would refer to me as her bitch.

I was surprised that I had forgotten this stuff, and also surprised that the old me went through those situations and took no notice. But to recall them now turned me on. Jen was a beautiful looking girl as well. She had amazing eyes. The darkest, most profound shade of hazel. She was curvy, like her sister. But shorter and maybe slimmer. About 5"5. She had shoulder length black hair and pale, flawless skin. Her whole body was toned. Her legs were curvy and her thighs were full and supple. her stomach was perfect and she had curvy hips. But what made her stand out, and why she was especially popular with the boys were her breasts. I know nothing about measurments in that area, but they remain to date the biggest boobs I've ever laid my lustful eyes on. They were not only huge, but firm, and she wasn't scared of showing them off. Back then I never examined her feet like I would now, but her feet were not as long and slender as her sisters, but smaller and more broad. Curvy too. Her toes were a bit long for her foot size, but her high arches and the general curvy shape of her feet more than made up for it. Her toes themselves, though maybe a bit long, were cute and quite round. She was my dream girl.

I always knew she was bossy, she liked to have control over people, but I always took it to be in an alpha female way. She liked to be the one making all the plans for lots of friends, she liked to have more boys after her than the rest of the girls. But looking back perhaps she possesses a dominant side not unlike her sisters. Thinking about these snapshots from my past made me horny and more desperate for release, but the cage placed upon me by my Goddesses frustrated that particular urge yet again. Not that Bonnie was wrong in doing that to me. All my sexual energy had to go somewhere, and it went directly into the only thing in my life - being a slave for them. I can't help but have thought,a slave clearly isn't for everyone, but to those who it does appeal, I became the perfect slave.

Princess Bonnie being Princess Bonnie, would of course have planned something not only dramatic but humiliating for me as well. Obviously she wouldn't just calmly explain that she had turned her sisters former best friend into a slavedog, but Jen would find out on her own, see me in the act. Joely was away for the week, and she brought Katy with her, so Bonnie had all the time and all the room to plan the big reveal. Her plan for the night of Jen's arrival was this: There would be dinner already on the table for the two of them, cooked previously by me, of course. The two women would sit eating dinner. Presumably Jen would enquire as to where I was. Well, I was to be kneeling under the table polishing Bonnie's workshoes with my tongue. That was it, until Jen spotted me. In the unlikely event she didn't, Bonnie would probably dramatically call me from under the table to serve her another way, so I actually hoped Jen spotted me the way Bonnie was planning.

I was torn to shreds with nerves on the day Jen was coming. Just seeing her always used to give me butterflies, cheer me up. Today was the same, only now our friendship was over. Even if she accepted somehow this situation, I was a slave to Bonnie, our friendship would have to be limited to whenever Jen came to visit, if that. It would probably end. I wasn't enough of an individual by now to have opinions and emotions, but this saddened me.

I took my place under the table. The doorbell rang. Bonnie got up to answer it. The two sisters exchanged a hug. Jen was looking more radiant than I even remembered. She was wearing blue Jeans and a grey low cut top. Bonnie was still in her work clothes. My hear leaped as I hear Jens voice again. It was like a muse to me. The two ladies pulled up chairs. With resignation I immieadiately began to lick Bonnie's foot.

"Where shall I put my bags?" asked Jen
"Oh don't worry, I have someone that'll sort it out for you"

Jen gave a quizzical look but didn't seem to dwell on it.

"Can I take my shoes off?"
"Of course Jen, just leave them under the table"
My heart stopped

Luckily Jen just kicked them off and under rather than bending down.
She was wearing pink socks.

The girls continued their conversation. They seemed to have a comeraderie. I never thought that they were so close, but perhaps the fact that now both of them were adults in the real world brought them to a more friendly place. As they were talking Jen crossed her legs and began to twirl her dangling foot. It was sexy, so seductive. I wanted to crawl and worship her there and then, but I knew I couldn't. I moved up slightly from Bonnie's foot which was on the ground to the one dangling in the air.

"So where's my little puppy dog? haha" asked Jen

So it was true. She did make those jokes about me, she did just think I was a loser who she had wrapped around her little finger.

"Oh, you'll be seeing him very soon" said Bonnie mysteriously

Once again, Jen didn't dwell on it.

"So who cooked this? No way you're this good a cook Bonnie, it's not microwavable for one thing.."

Bonnie grinned and tapped her nose

"Oh, I have a few servants. hahaha" she said jokingly.

Jen giggled.
"Oh you're it it again then.."

What did that mean?

"I remember when Jamie vanhyuten was bullying you, but you made him apologise to you on the floor and promise to be your slave for the rest of the day, you rode him like a horse around the schoolyard! Hahahah!"

Bonnie laughed at this too. I wasn't surprised that Bonnie was humilating boys from such a young age. I was intrigued by how much Jen seemed to enjoy that particular anecdote. Maybe I wasn't wrong about Jen also having a sadistic side.

Jen pulled her chair in close. Shit. Her foot nearly hit me. This was it though. Her socked foot was two inches under my face. She was still twirling it. I was so aroused. I was getting to smell the scent from her foot. I shivered. Oh crap... nearly hit Jen's foot. I concentrated on cleaning Bonnie's shoe.

Then it happend. Jen jerked her foot and it hit me in the face.

"Oh sorry" she said.
"What" said Bonnie, Genuinely wondering. She didn't feel Jen's foot at all.

"Oh never mind, I just accidentally kicked your foot, no biggie"

Bonnie knew it was on now. She put on a voice of awful false surprise

"WHAT? But no...... you never touched my foot..... I'd know.."

"Bonnie, what?.. yes I did.... what else was it then..?"

"HMM........ I WONDER" said Bonnie, really playing the drama card now

"Bonnie what the fuck? Quit acting freaky... I'm sorry I kicked your foot okay, lets just forget about it. .."

"But no, I'm worried now.... you must have kicked something else" she said wickedly.

Jen rolled her eyes. She looked down under the table, expecting to be able to return back up and say "See, just your foot" but instead she was greeted with the sight of her former best friend licking her sisters shoe clean. we made eye contact . My heart stopped. I pleaded to her with my eyes not to judge me. I stopped licking Bonnie's shoe, which she noticed immeadiately. "Don't you dare stop licking my foot, slave"

Jen looked back up to Bonnie, then down at me.

"Bonnie, what the fuck? Slave?...... what does that mean? And TIM? Why are you even doing that..... what's going on... why are you calling him your slave."

I could actually feel how much he was enjoying this.

"Simple, sister" he is my slave.

Jen looked back down at me, appalled

"Why do you let her do this Tim?"

"Don't speak whore, you don't have permission" Bonnie said down to me, emphasising her point by tapping me in the mouth with the toe of her shoe.

"Sis, remember when you always used to joke, that one day you would marry tim, but instead you'd slowly turn him into your butler who'd do anything for you. So you'd have a loving husband waiting on you hand and foot at home, but outside of home you'd live the single life? Hahahhaahah, well it turns out, your little doggy here isn't so hard to control. I can't thank you enough sister, you're the one who sent him to me. It's been a revelation. He does everything I say, not to mention worshipping and adoring me, at his place. Where he belongs, at our feet"


Jen was still so confused

Bonnie then went on to tell Jen the entire humiliating tale of the first few months of my living there, and how she slowly but surely turned me into an obedient puppet. Every now and again Jen would look down at me in disbelief, but toward the end of the tale she stopped bothering.

"Wow.... I guess that's why he stopped contacting me"

Unbelievable. Jen didn't sound phazed. Almost like Bonnie had convinced her it was right.

Jen continued

"I mean........ to be honest, I always thought of doing to someone what you've done to him, but my friend?"

"Haha" Bonnie was smiling evily. "I know sis, but use it to make it better. He loves you soooooooo much he's actually carrying out your every command."

Jen smiled at that, and Bonnie smiled at her encouragingly..

"You wanted your bags put away didn't you? What better man, cough cough, hahaha, to do it?"

"Uhh okay.... umm... Tim, - " Bonnie interrupted.

"Oh, I took his name away sis. Call him something more appropriate haha."

"Slave, go put my bags away in the spare room. "

"Yes princess Jen" I said. They both laughed.

I crawled from under the table but Bonnie blocked me with her leg.

"Uh uh doggy, kiss your masters feet whenever she gives you an order"

So I crawled back under and placed a kiss on each of Jen's pink socked feet.

I crawled into the living room, the two sisters with their eyes fixed on me. I picked Jen's bags up with my mouth, just like Bonnie taught me what felt like so long ago. They laughed.
Joely's room was locked. It didn't matter, I could hear them calling me back in there again.

"This... this is still so much to take in.." Jen was saying

I knelt before the two of them, Bonnie spoke

"Maybe a nice relaxing foot rub will help?" Bonnie suggested

I looked up at Jen "May I mistress?"

That seemed to give her more confidence. She quickly turned around in her chair, and stretched both her legs to point her feet at me. "Yes Slave, rub my feet!"

"Yes Mistress"

I didn't know weather I'd do from shame or excitement.
I was going to serve Jen's feet.

[macrina]

Thank you, Connor. Great part.

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Thank you, Connor. Great part.

Thanks! Good to get into writing them again, probably a new chapter tomorrow or Monday

[macrina]

Thank you, cant wait for next part.

[dirkdiggler]

thank you!

really good episode, hope for more

[tuvaletkolesi]

thanks really good

[luxelysium]

wonderful story, thanks for sharing it with us!

[srobertson3006]

More more more please

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Well here it is, the final chapter. I've decided to end it here because I feel there's nothing more I can do to improve or add to this story and if I tried it would be repetitive. Plus, I'm going to write a new story. An idea I've been sitting on for a few weeks and I think it's going to be great. I'd like to thank you all so much for reading it and for all the feedback. I hoped you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. New story soon.

Part Nineteen: The End


I crawled in a little closer to Jen. The angle that her legs were at made it so they were now above me, and of course I below her. I tentatively reached out a hand and began to rub Jen’s feet. She looked down at me with a curious smile. Bonnie was delighted with the whole situation. I was nervous. Not because of the act of rubbing Jen’s feet, God knows I’ve had enough experience. I knew I was good at that. But this was like the final frontier. It was Jen. It WAS happening. In a way, it was like my one last link to my old life, my normal life was gone and I was a slave to her too.

Bonnie, pointedly I think, decided to make more conversation to take Jen’s attention away from me. I dutifully continued the foot massage. She flexed her foot enthusiastically. At least it was working. After a while Bonnie went to the store to pick up some things. It must have been the first time she’d done anything so menial in quite a while, but nothing my princess did was without design. This was so I could spend some time alone with Jen as a slave.

The sound of Bonnie shutting the door echoed and eventually faded away into an awkward silence. I looked up at her. She was truly beautiful. Despite my new mindset, I obviously was still pathetically in love with her. I was kind of glad for that. We made eye contact and I quickly looked down at the floor. She would have been used to that from my awkward days as a teen anyway.

I couldn’t read her face but it seemed like – while I persisted in rubbing her feet- that she was analyzing, still contemplating this whole mad situation. Suddenly, she perked up. In a playful way, she exclaimed, “Smell my feet!”. The old, almost-childlike cuteness that I remembered so well.

“Yes mistress” I complied

I was suddenly uplifted. This was good. I love Jen, and as I recently discovered I love being a footslave. Add the two together and, bliss. She stretched both her legs out as far as they’d go, shoving both her pink, socked feet into my face. I as good as dived into them, burying my face into her soles, pressing and sniffing as though it were elixer, taking as much of it in as I could.

I inhaled in an adoring way, which brought a wide smile to Jen’s face. Yep, no doubt about it now. She definitely shares her domineering traits with her sister. Like that, I became devoted to Jen as a mistress. Bonnie had spent months degrading me, drilling it into my head to get me loyal, but Jen had had a power over me for as long as I could remember. The switch in my head clicked.

She got into it too. She began to rub her feet up and down my face. She played with my lips and eyebrows and nose with her toes. She was experiencing total control over, and total submissivness from another human being for the first time. She was grinning.

Bonnie returned. The dull clack of her flats against the floor signalled her return into the kitchen.

She was obviously a bossy controlling girl, I had a feeling sibling rivalry may kick in. She always wanted to be in control, so seeing her little sister play with HER toy might tick her off, and so it did. I could feel it coming before she did it. But she did something to assert her power over me, humiliate me further, prove a point.

She pretended to be relaxed.

“So good to see you’re comfortable with this Jen”

She kicked me playfully.

“Hey whore, who has nicer feet, Jen or me? Hahaha”

I don’t know why I did it. But it just came out.

“Jen does”, I blurted out

“Is that so..”

She looked mad. I was genuinely fearful.

“Slave, lie down on your back”

“Yes princess”

I lay down on the hard,cold floor below the two sisters, vulnerable.

“This is how we punish slaves where I come from” said Bonnie, still pretending to be having a laugh.

She stepped up onto me. First onto my shins, which actually is incredibly painful. Then she walked up, crushing my thighs, stomach, until she found firm ground on my chest.

Without any warning – CRACK! – she brought her foot down onto my nose, certainly breaking it. Then she jumped up and down on my chest, making sure to repeat the act on spots that drew a more pained response from me. She threw in the occasional kick to the side of my head for good luck. I cried out in agony.

“I can do this to you slave, I own you. I could kill you if I wanted and you’d die for me. But if you were to die, I’d have to find a new insect to crush, a new dog to live at my feet”

My body was on fire. I wished Bonnie would stop. Jen looked on very bemusedly. Half amused, half worried.

When Bonnie had decided to stop, she went to the bathroom to get ready for some meeting she had earlier.

Once again I was alone with Jen.

I was disorientated. I barely noticed Jen’s socked feet landing on my stomach.
She reached down and peeled her socks off.

“Look what Bonnie gave me..” I heard her say, almost from a distance.

She touched the cold metallic cage on my cock. She unlocked it. She had the chastity key!

I felt her creamy feet tickle my cock. I sprang up immeadiately. She caught my hard dick inbetween her two soles and began manipulating it up and down, up and down, and up and down..

The feeling was incredible. She was a mixture of both tender and agressive. Before I knew it I was blowing the most fantastically large load of my life. It landed all over Jen’s white curvy feet. I heard a little moan of pleasure from Jen. Having her feet cummed on excited her. She began to rub her own feettogether, like she was using my cum to moisterise. It was all over as soon as it had happened.

I was still dazed. Again, I barely noticed her feet coming to rest on my stomach. But I definitely noticed the weight pressing down on me as she stooed up. She repositioned herself and turned around. All the way up there, looking down at lowly me, her slave mentally for longer than she’d imagined, and now physically, for as long as she wanted.

WHACK. Her foot came down on my head. Stamp stamp stamp. A blow to my head, and another, and another. The subtle but addicting scent of Jen’s feet filled the air as I passed out.

I was awoken by another blow to the head. Bonnie was dropping a load of shoes onto my head. Somehow I was in the hallway again. Bonnie looked down at me contemtuiously as she dropped her last pair of heels onto the growing pile next to my head. Of course, my nightly chores.

As I got to work I noticed I kept getting blood on the shoes. My face must have been a state. I really should have gone and washed it, but my rulers needs came before mine. I could hear Jen moving around in Joely’s bedroom, she was settled in now.

After an hour, Jen came to the door of the bedroom and uttered one word

“Come”

“Yes mistress”

I crawled into the room after her.

“Kneel on all fours slave, here..” she pointed.

I did and she sat down on me. I can’t have been comfortable and there was a bed and a chair for her to sit on.

“I was thinking of asking you something Tim..”

Wow, my real name. I hadn’t been called directly by that in some time.

“But I don’t need to. I know you’re completely obsessed with me, you were practically my slave before all of this. You’d do anything for me in a heartbeat, isn’t that right?”

“Yes mistress”

“Yes your highness” she corrected me. “You will address me as your highness” she said with authority.

“Yes your highess”

“Good boy”

It was strange listening to her in this way. Feeling her weight on top of me but not being able to see her.

“When I leave in a weeks time, you’re coming with me and being my slave. You will live with me and serve me as I please. I don’t care about Bonnie. She doesn’t know where I live. And I think I know who you love more. We’ll sneak you out.

There it was. I’d happily serve Jen all my life compared to Bonnie. Looked like I was going to escape from her after all.

She stood up and walked over to the bed and sat on it, planting her feet firmly on the ground.

“Kiss my feet slave.”

“Yes your highness”

And I did, in pure adoration.


THE END

[LuvsHerHeels]

nice story...glad to see him end up as Jen's slave forever.
thanks.

[dirkdiggler]

Awesome Story!!!


I really enjoyed it!

[Aramis]

Yes, thank you, I enjoyed it too!

[cycollegeman]

Very nice!!! I'd hope that, soon enough, we will see the brand new Jen Chronicles!!

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Very nice!!! I'd hope that, soon enough, we will see the brand new Jen Chronicles!!

Yeah maybe. As I said I'm gonna explore the new story idea and see from there, but the book is certainly not closed on Jen.

[cycollegeman]

That's vey nice to hear!