The Sidekick

[Pdxrug]

My name is Chris. I never really stood out growing up. I have average looks, above average intelligence and have been attracted to lying under feet and later giving up control to a woman, but really for my enjoyment not hers.

Growing up and through school, I had some foot experiences. Girls standing on my back at a party, or doing a victory pose just goofing around. I never really had a regular girlfriend; most of the dates didn’t get into my fetish and like many whom like feet I was very shy about it.

At the end of High School, I would become friends with a guy who was better looking and had much better luck with girls. I really became a side kick, but really never got lucky getting any girls through the friendship. I was always the third wheel. After High school I got unskilled jobs and continued with some school friends and met new ones.

Tom was one such friend, a few years older than me; he was good looking but unfocused and almost always had a girlfriend. The one he was with now was Diane. She was tall, skinny, tried to be sexy but wasn’t really. Her nose was a little crooked and she would always sniffle from a sinus draining. After a while she got tired of me being around. She said if I didn’t get a girlfriend she really didn’t want me hanging around so much.

I stopped by uninvited and Tom and Diane were sitting on different couches reading. Both had their legs up and I decided to sit on the floor by the stereo and fiddle around. Diane did her usual ignore me attitude and finally told me to stop fiddling with the stereo or else. The exchange went on a bit more till I finally said, you won’t like me till I’m laying on the floor as your foot stool. It was something I always said to test new people and situations out, but was very surprised when Diane said come here, lay down. I remained sitting on the floor cross legged saying, no way I wasn’t serious. She moved on the couch and her foot with a shoe came and rested on my thigh above my knee. I’m serious Chris, get down there. I couldn’t believe she said it.

I didn’t want this to happen in front of Tom who was reading and ignoring us. I said Diane no way, your shoes are dirty. She twisted her shoe on my leg, then take them off! She was looking at me with a very serious look. I was now scared I would be exposed. She had a strap across the top of her foot with a small buckle. I reached for it but it was tight and I was afraid to fiddle. I said to her no. The confrontation went back and forth for awhile and then she just lost interest and went back to reading. I was thinking what a fool, a chance to be under her stocking feet. I couldn’t do it in front of my friend, her boyfriend, it would be too weird.

I went home that night, jacked off thinking of her white stocking feet on my body. Thinking about Tom being there watching, seeing me that way, when I just shot my load.



Diane worked at a restaurant, a pie house, she wore a uniform and comfortable shoes. Tom and I had been drinking that afternoon and went back to his apartment and relaxed. Listening to music and just hanging out, not a lot of conversation. Diane walked through the door and immediately knew Tom and I had been out drinking, I was lying on my back on the carpet by an upright wood chair. Diane was in a bad mood, she was bitchy and said great, you’re out drinking and Chris is here too, I told you I want to be able to come home without your friend around.

She went on about the rent being due and said you better having been using Chris’s money for your drinking; we need to pay the rent Tom!!! I told Diane, I will pay him back Friday when I get paid, I was short today is all, I’ll pay you guys back, don’t worry. She kicked her low heeled loafers off and walked to the kitchen in her stocking feet. She got a glass of wine and sat down next to Tom and started bitching him out. He was ignoring her best he was able. Why are you yelling at me he finally said, Chris was out of money, go take it out on him. Go make him your rug; like you wanted to the other day, there he is already lying on the floor.

I couldn’t believe my ears, they had talked about it, Diane told Tom she wanted me to be her rug and he acted like it was no big deal. Fine she said, she got up walked over and adjusted the chair sat down and put both her feet on my torso. I acted shocked like I didn’t like it. I couldn’t believe I was really getting to be a woman’s rug who wanted me to be.

She leaned back, her wine on the end table and started watching TV. I was just a piece of furniture to her and she ignored me and just rested her feet on me. Tom looked but didn’t even pay attention, he was glad she wasn’t complaining to him. She moved her stocking feet around every once in a while, moving from my upper thighs to just below my neck. She would reach for something and I would see the sole of her foot for a moment before it went back flat on my t-shirt. I didn’t say much, I just laid there and acted like I was supposed to be there.

Then she crossed her legs, one foot planted on my chest and the other foot hovering over my face. For the first time I really saw the sole of her stocking foot, a light tan stocking. She had long narrow feet with medium length toes, maybe size 8’s. I was in a trance staring up at the sole of this foot hanging over my face. Tom spoke up and said he looks happy Diane, are you happy now honey? She nodded. In fact, until he pays us back, I want him here being the dirt under my feet. She tapped my face with her toes, breaking my trance, did you hear me Chris. Come on, get real Diane, I was just too tired from drinking to move.

Diane looked at Tom. Tell him Tom. Tell him, he better be here when I get off work and be on the floor waiting for me, or I never want him here again. Tom I mean it this time, this is the last time. Tom put down the magazine he was reading, sipped his beer then looked at me. You heard her buddy, either do this, or you can’t come over any more. Diane with her long skinny legs, then the sniffle with the crooked nose, looked down. Well rug, what is it going to be. I looked back up at her. She had a smug, arrogant look on her face, like she was a princess; I knew she was from a lower middle class family without much money. Was she living out a fantasy she had too?

What time do you get off tomorrow, I asked? Be here at 5pm. She then moved her feet to my sides and pushed me out rolling me over out of the way. Now get lost, I want to spend some time with Tom having sex.

I left their apartment and was glad she hadn’t noticed what a raging boner I had. I was hard as a rock. I couldn’t believe what happened to me. As I drove back to my place, I was thinking I will be her rug till Friday, oh this is great and she thinks I hate it. I started Jerking off when I got home and was done in less than 3 minutes as I saw Diane’s foot hovering over my face.
The next day

I knocked on the door, it was 5:15 and was running late. Diane opened the door, she was in a halter top, spandex shorts and it looked like she just showered with her hair being wet and pulled back tight. Your late rug! Diane can’t you just call me Chris as I walked in and didn’t see Tom anywhere.

I told you, I’m sorry and I will pay you back Friday when I get paid. You agreed to the terms, she said, or shall we call it the interest on your debt. Ok, fine, where do you want me, the same place? Tom got called in for delivers and won’t be home till 9pm. I am expecting more out of you tonight rug. I want you to take your shirt off before you lay down.

I was looking at Diane, and while she was the same woman, she seemed so much stronger and in control. I knew she was hard on Tom, but she seemed natural at giving orders. I decided not to protest, as she was barefoot and I would much rather feel her bare soles on my skin than on my t-shirt. I didn’t know if it was my fantasy running though my mind about her, or I was getting feet and would put up with her, but she seemed so much more attractive today.

She pointed to the floor in front of one of the couches; I asked is Tom ok with me being your rug when he isn’t here? He hates feet and won’t touch them or give me a foot massage. She picked up some scented foot lotion and tossed it to me. Get down or get out for good rug. I pulled my t-shirt off and lay down in front of the couch. As I got down and felt vulnerable she went on doing some other things. I would turn my head to the side watching he walk around apartment. Her feet looked clean with no calices or dry skin.

She brought her bottle of wine, some snacks and a magazine; she stopped standing next to me looking down at me. Her look was different today. It was a look of power and control, not contempt. I was looking up at her as I realized I was hard again and throbbing and I’m sure it could be seen under my shorts. Now I felt weak and exposed to her, embarrassed and turning red, as she stood next to me standing and looking down at me. I felt like a bug for her to step on and kill.

She moved, turned and sat down on the couch. I felt the first cool sole land on my lower stomach, right at the edge of my shorts, then her other foot went up and the ball of her foot came down on my face, pushing it to the side and rested full weight on my face. I know my shorts were moving now and hoped she didn’t see it. This was the first time a bare foot had been on my face. It felt so good, so strange and now I felt like her slave. She was a princess and I was her slave. I lay with my arms to my side and as her weight shifted slightly on my stomach and face, I could tell she was sipping her wine and looking at her magazine. Not a word to me, I was not there, how had she done this to me. I would do anything she wanted now, I was her slave.

I lost track of time. My face and jaw felt the weight of her leg pressing down on her sole. I wanted to move slightly as my jaw was starting to hurt and when I tried she pressed her sole down hard letting me know I shouldn’t move. It was uncomfortable, the way her long foot made my jaw move out of alignment and it was hurting, but I was afraid to move. I would hear her turn pages and pickup her glass of wine, sip it and put it down. I heard her put the magazine down now, I wondered how long had it been. I was able to keep one eye open able to see her toes on my face and now I could feel her other foot had slipped under the waist of my shorts, she knew I was hard, shit, this isn’t working how I thought, I hoped it wouldn’t end.

Find the lotion Rug, she spoke down to me. I moved my right arm around and felt the bottle. It had a plunger top on it as I squirted two pumps of the lotion on to the palm of my hand. I felt her feet move, finally, my jaw was really sore, as her sole lifted up and went down on my chest. I felt her leg cross and there was the bare sole hanging over my face again. The sole I jacked off too last night, the sole I thought about at work today. She bounced the foot a couple times over my face, well, rub it with the lotion. I raised my hands up and put lotion around the sole of her foot then using both hands worked her foot like I thought she would want. I used my thumbs on the ball down her arch around the heel and was totally into being her rug and foot massager. The added weight of her crossed leg felt good on my chest.

The weight shifted I could tell she was repositioning on the couch a little and I heard the TV come on. She was watching a woman’s show. I kept massaging her foot, half listening and more focused on how sexy her foot looked and how good it felt in my hands. A commercial came on and then she uncrossed her legs, both feet came back down and the foot I just massaged she planted on my face and crossed her leg and now her other foot was hanging above my head. Her foot was so soft from the lotion and I was inhaling the smell of the lotion.

Well, more lotion and rubbing rug, she commanded. I moved my hand looking for the bottle now, so enjoying her soft foot on my face then pumping more into my palms and repeating the massage on the foot out of site. She had moved down the couch I realized, as her foot crossed over my face so when I could open my eye I could see between her big and second toe and see her sitting above me watching TV totally oblivious that I was a human being. She must have done this before. She was a natural; she didn’t hesitate using me this way. The weight of her crossed leg grew heavier on my face, last time the weight was on my chest. Again, she found a spot where she liked her foot and I could feel my jaw starting to ache again.

I hadn’t realized it till the 7pm news started as I had been under her feet for an hour and half. I was about to ask her to move her foot because it was killing my jaw, when the phone rang. She uncrossed her legs, leaving the one my face but then placing the one I just massaged back on my stomach. She was excited. It was Robin from work; I guess one of her closer friends. I could feel her weigh move around on me as she poured another glass of wine.

I laid there, her rug, I was very much enjoying feeling her feet on me, now that she uncrossed her legs, I was able to deal with the foot still on my face. I can’t describe how it felt to be like this as she talked to her girlfriend. I was an object. My mind was racing and excited and trying to understand what was making me so aroused. I wanted to be her rug; no I wanted to be her slave. I didn’t want this to end. Then I heard her say, yeah, he has rubbed my feet for over an hour now and looking at how hard he is, I think he likes it. I felt her foot lift from my stomach and the press down on top of my hard cock, I immediately arched up as she kept pressing down. Oh gees Robin I can feel it under his shorts he is very big and hard, maybe I should rub it with my foot till he shoots his load in his shorts and want with a stain on them. Diane started laughing and I am sure Robin was doing the same. The pressure of her foot on my cock, even with the heavy shorts on, I knew I was leaking and trying to not cum now.

They kept talking and finally Diane moved her foot off my face but rested it across my throat. I could look up at her. Her hair was dry but still in a pony tail, she was sipping her wine but really, I didn’t exist in her world. I was there; I was her rug, but nothing more to her. I was falling in love with this and I never really liked her, I shuddered as her foot starting tapping on top of my cock. Her foot on my throat, making it hard to breathe, was almost choking me.
They must have talked for an hour. I was feeling weak. Finally, Diane got up to go to the bathroom. I got up off the floor, went to the kitchen and opened a beer. I had to stand and recover, I was dazed a little. My fantasy had never lasted this long or had been this different with what had happened. Diane walked out of the bathroom still chatting on the phone with Robin. Really we have the same shift tomorrow, great; Tom will be driving again the next couple evenings. Oh yes, my Rug still owes me two more days till he gets paid. Of course if you want, he needs more practice rubbing feet anyway. That will work, pick me up in the morning and we will come back together over here. Diane said looking forward to it Robin see you then.

She went and hung up the phone and without looking at me she said, who said you could get up Rug? Please, Diane I needed to move around. When do you get off tomorrow Rug? 3pm Diane, but please, it is humiliating enough to have to live this out with you, please don’t do this with your friends too. Do you still have your credit card? Yes Diane, I answered. She started writing down a short list of items then handed it to me. Bring this with you and be here at 4pm. She handed me a key to the apartment, we will get here at 4:30. Tomorrow you will be naked, have the wine chilled, the food prepared and when you hear the door open, you will be on your knees and when we enter you will kiss our shoes. Do you understand Rug? Yes Diane, but I can’t do this. Rug, Robin is single; maybe she will want to own you when she sees how much potential you have. Besides, our deal is through Friday. Suck it up and behave. Fine, I put my shirt on and left. My shorts were wet, I had been leaking most of the night with Diane and now I wanted to get home as soon as I could.

I went home and my mind was racing. I could still feel the sole of her feet on my body and face. This is what I always dreamed of, but it was with Diane, who I never really cared for, but now I thought I could be her slave. (I didn’t really know what it meant to be a slave at the time.)

Robin from the Pie House, I couldn’t remember if I had seen her before. Tom and I had been to the Pie House to visit Diane, or for Tom to get some of her tip money. There were usually 4 girls waiting on tables and I knew there were probably 12 that worked there with shifts. I started stroking myself; I was trying to remember what they looked like. I was nervous; Diane was going to have me massage another girl’s feet from work. I was going to be naked. I had never done anything like this. Would they laugh at me, was my cock big enough, I knew I was just average looking, she would never want me unless she was ugly and heavy like some of the girls there. My mind created an image of an attractive blond girl who would treat me like Diane, but maybe feel sorry for me and have some concern about my feelings. I jerked and came very hard, I just stayed in a trance, thinking of how good and difficult it could be. Was I really going to be something they or Robin would like?



The Second Day

I got to Tom’s apartment on time. I just barely got the shopping done after work. I put the three bottles of white wine in the fridge to cool, the three bottles of red wine out, made the food they had specified and set the plates on their small dining room table set the way Diane had asked.

I then undressed; I couldn’t believe they wanted me naked. I knew Diane had no interest in me as a boyfriend or lover. I walked around trying to get used to it, practiced kneeling by the door. When they come in, I’m going to bend down and kiss their shoes. I was freaking out, doing this with a stranger and knowing Diane would not be any nicer to me than she had been before.
The key was in the door, they were here. God, I felt so embarrassed and I almost forgot to get on the floor kneeling by the door. I must have been bright red in shame and had my head down. Robin and Diane walked in shut the door, they didn’t say a word as they stood side by side, I saw the normal shoes they wore for work and their white stocking legs, I was hesitating. Kiss their shoes I was telling myself, did I space out, Kiss their shoes. Finally, my head went down without looking up and kissed the feet I thought were Diane’s with a dry kiss on each shoe and then to the slightly smaller feet of Robin I assumed. I could smell the odor of food and walking around a restaurant and placed kisses on both of Robin’s shoes.

Awww, how sweet Diane, you had him greet us this way, naked and on his knees. I like how you have started his training. I was still looking down on all fours now, looking at Robin’s legs, they weren’t big, she probably wasn’t heavy or fat. I liked how her voice sounded, soft and sweet. Then it hit me, started his training, what did she mean, Diane had said something about maybe she would want a slave. I realized my cock was now hard as a rock and sticking out. I was kneeling naked in front of two clothed women. I was losing it.

Then I heard Diane command, take our shoes off Rug and put them by the door. I shuddered and I know they could see me shake. I started with Robin as I was already in front of her, I was afraid to look up I was so embarrassed. She lifted her right foot and I slipped her shoe off and then her left. I moved to Diane and she did the same as I slipped her shoes off. I crawled with them over to the door and put them there. They walked off and sat at the dining room table. I still hadn’t looked at Robin, I was afraid. What kind of girl would want to have guy like me.

I heard Diane call out, Rug; pour us some wine, white for Robin and red for me. I had to get up now and see what Robin looked like. I rose, my cock was sticking out like a pole, then I saw Robin, very attractive, blond hair, very fit with very nice breast and her legs were crossed and I saw the most beautiful foot swinging in the air as she looked me in the eyes. Her stockings where shear and I could see the toe ring. I knew she saw me looking at her foot so I quickly went to the kitchen which was open to the table. I uncorked a white and a red, took two wine glasses to the table with the bottles and poured each a glass of wine. I had no way to control my cock sticking out, and I saw both of them look at it as I poured their wine.

Robin raised her glass and said, let’s toast to a wonderful evening with our naked waiter serving us. Diane and Robin clinked glasses then Diane looked up at me, warm the food and bring it out as I instructed you. I went back to the kitchen and started warming the food up. They started talking knowing I could hear them. Your right Diane, I could never see him as a boyfriend but maybe he could make a house boy. I dropped the spoon I was stirring with in the pan when I heard it and they both giggled at my response. Diane said, Robin he doesn’t deserve to be your doormat much less your house boy. He hangs around Tom like a lost puppy, and I think the only part of a woman he likes is her feet. He never did a good job of hiding his fetish. Robin answered, but doormats are needed too, we have to wipe our feet on someone.

I heard Robin say those words and wondered how she could sound so sweet and be so unconcerned about another human being. Robin said my glass is almost empty waiter, I turned and went back to the table, Robin had a big grin on her face watching me come back with my cock like a flagpole and refill both their glasses. His cock isn’t too small, she took the cloth napkin and draped it over my cock, now we can try this later with him Diane, if he gets soft and the napkin falls, then we can do something really mean to him. When I heard those words my cock started bouncing and the napkin fell down on the floor.

Robin looked up into my eyes and said, you are an eager boy aren’t you. You just don’t know what to do with yourself. Diane laughed, he didn’t get soft, but I still like the idea of doing something mean to him. Robin asked, aren’t you going to pick it up waiter and put it back in my lap. I bent down to pick it up and Robin stopped me. Waiter, you can only use your mouth. Now I could see Robin knew what she was doing and was totally comfortable.

She looked so nice and talked so sweet, but her words and demeanor expressed another side I would have never seen in her. As I went down on all fours at her chair, I tried to pick the napkin up with my mouth, but then I felt her feet. She put one foot on the back of my neck and with the other she placed her toes by my nose and pressed my face down into the floor. Her feet did smell. It was a leather type odor from wearing her loafers. Her white stockings were a little damp too. You don’t mind Diane if I start now, then they both clinked glasses and Diane said that is all he is good for I think.

Here I was, on all fours, my face pressed into the carpet, a beautiful woman I fantasized about all my life with her feet on me and I felt like why am I so uncomfortable with this. This is what I dream of. Then Diane moved her foot over and started teasing my cock. Diane said his cock may be the best part of him; Robin agreed and said he will have to decide, but once he understands his place, he will never be anything else.

When their glasses emptied, Robin moved her feet off me. I put the napkin in her lap with my mouth, she rubbed my hair like I was a dog and then I stood and poured the remaining contents of each bottle into their glasses.

Time to eat, you may serve us diner Rug, Diane commanded. I took their plates, warmed them in the microwave and put the food on to their plates bringing them out and placing them. They were acting like two women at a restaurant. I opened two new bottles of wine and refilled their glasses. Not knowing what to do, I stood back and watched them eat. Diane looked at me, Rug, why aren’t you under the table? Robin looked up at me with a smile on her face. I got down and crawled under the table, got on my back and I felt the four feet on my body almost immediately. Diane took my face and chest and Robin but both her feet side by side on my cock pressed to my stomach.

I was glad I was down here now. I loved how their feet felt and I was glad to not be in their sight. The way they looked at me, how they treated me, this is what I wanted, to be under them, two sets of feet. It felt so good and yet I felt so full of butterflies. I realized they were a little older than me, but they seemed to have experienced much more than I ever had.

I could hear them above. Robin commented on how good the food was. She leaned back and I felt her feet now moving, rolling my cock back and forth with her feet moving in opposite directions. She was giving me a foot job, god no way can I help but cum. She kept moving them back and forth; Diane had both feet on my face now pushed hard to the side. Robin kept rolling her feet, I wanted to say something but was afraid, what would happen if I cum on her feet.

Diane moved her feet and got up; leaving me with just Robin’s stocking feet rubbing my cock. I’m going to take my shower first; I’ll be right back. Diane left and the shower turned on, Robin starting speaking to me from above. Cum on my feet waiter, I need some table side service. Robin started working me hard and I erupted in seconds with her permission. She kept rubbing her stocking feet milking me almost. After I went limp and was lying there, very tired now, Robin spoke, well waiter, time to clean up the table, but you will need to clean my feet first. I started to move to get up thinking I would need a towel or something and she moved both her feet down on my face, with my load of spunk covering and saturated in the stocking soles. I gagged. What are you doing, get those feet off me, please. Don’t do this.

Robin in a cheerful kind of tone said, I see you have never licked up your mess before. You aren’t getting up till you lick them clean and I mean clean. She raised both feet up and stomped them back down on my face, covering me with the cooling sticky mess. Otherwise, Diane will have to know and I’m sure she can do something to embarrass you publicly. Feeling her feet pressing down and now I was already covered with it, I started licking her stocking soles. I tasted my salty discharge as well as her somewhat sweaty smelly feet. She would move her feet around so my mouth could clean everything from her toes to her heels on both feet.

Robin had no issues doing this at all. She was nothing like her appearance or tone. I was in love with her being attractive, but now afraid of what she enjoyed doing to me. She finally got up and walked to the bedroom, I realized the shower was off now. I quickly got up, stepped into the kitchen and took a wet towel and wiped my face and groin and stomach off to hide what had happened. I started cleaning the pans in the kitchen when Diane walked out. She must have dried her hair as it was down and past her shoulders; she was only wearing panties and a shear top that allowed her breast and nipples to be seen.

Diane walked out and ignored me; she saw I was cleaning the kitchen. Diane went to the couch and put her legs up on the coffee table. She crossed them at the ankles and I could see her bare soles as I cleaned. I also notice she acted like I wasn’t even there. My cock hadn’t gotten hard again but I was feeling twinges as I would sneak looks at her soles as she was reading a magazine.

The shower was running and I knew Robin was in there now. I washed the dishes by hand; Diane never spoke a word to me and really never looked at me. I was almost done when Robin walked out. She was wearing white panties and a white top; it wasn’t see through at all and a pair of white shear thigh hi stockings. She sat back down at the dining table and put one foot up on the next chair. I could see some kind a long black stick or ruler. Is the kitchen clean Chris, Robin asked. I was stunned she had called me Chris, instead of boy, waiter or Rug.

Diane put her magazine down and was watching now. I said yes, washed and dried Robin, I could see now she had changed from sweet to a cruel look. No smile, a smug look on her face. She then looked at me, her eyes piercing and making me feel inferior, you will address us as Ma’am or Ms Robin and Princess Diane. Do you understand, Robin said in a harder tone. Yes Ma’am, I understand. Bring me the bag by the door Chris and kneel in front of me. I only noticed the bag for the first time picked it up, took it back and kneeled, I said here Ms Robin, is your bag.

Watching her look down at me from her chair, she was now stern, serious and clearly had something else in mind. Diane walked over to the side of the table so she could see my face while I kneeled in front of Robin. Robin said, we need to have a name for you. Diane calls you Rug, which is really what you have been so far. I have been calling you boy, which is really short for house boy.

I am thinking Diane wants me to take you as my house boy, so you don’t bother her and Tom so much. What do you think of that? Sounds like you mean a slave Ma’am. Diane asked, Rug, you are never going to be someone a real woman will want as an equal or a lover. I know you have never been able to make it with anyone you tried dating. Diane went on, Rug; do you think you will ever have a chance to be with someone as good as Robin in your entire life? No Princess Diane and you know how insecure I am about it. You mean like your foot fetish Rug? I know you have had one shortly after we met. You would stare at mine, or when we went somewhere at other women’s feet. It’s time you admit what you are. I was speechless.

I dropped my head, I was too ashamed now. Why was I fighting this, Robin was beautiful, just gave me a foot job and was saying I could be her house boy. Where was I going to find a better offer? Robin was still looking down at me. I really didn’t know her. This went from enjoying being under Diane’s feet to now more of a servant. Was this really what I wanted? If I said no, when would I ever have another chance like this?

Ms Robin, what would you expect of me? As a waitress you don’t make enough money nor do I. Would I visit you, would I be living with you, I don’t know anything about how this will work out. I fantasized about being a slave, but it’s a fantasy to jerk off too. Diane is right; I do like being under a girls feet. I am so ashamed of what I am. I am so confused.

Diane spoke up. Why don’t you agree to try it Rug. Promise her, you will do anything she asks of you for a month. If after a month, you don’t think it will work. Then at least you tried something. You know you want to be a foot stool. I will use you that way also if you agree to become her house boy for a month.

Diane made it sound easier and I agreed. I will be your house boy for one month and do anything you ask. If it doesn’t work out, we can end it then. Robin looking down still said crawl here and start kissing my panties, as she pointed between her thighs where her pussy was.

I was now doing something I only dreamed of. Diane watched me as I crawled forward between her legs.

[carpetknight]

Really enjoyed your story. Please don't let it end there. You need to continue on with it. Thank you for sharing your creative work with us. Thank you

[palatino]

Great story. Please continue, very exciting story.

[cyberwop]

Wow this is pretty dam good. Thanks

[lerch456]

Definitely looking forward to the next part

[macrina]

Great work, thank you very much.

[Pdxrug]

Thanks everyone for the great comments. I'm sure like everyone here, the more I get the more motivated I am.

I hadn't thought about a next part. Was just something over the weekend that I got into mentally.

I'll think on where it could go from here.

Again, thank you for the kind comments.

[jbug]

Great story! Thank you very much for sharing!

I can relate to how Chris feels when serving.
I look forward to any future installments.

[Pdxrug]

Friday

When I left last night, I was beginning to understand what Ms Robin wanted from me. I was going to be her easy solution, when she didn’t want to deal with relationships. She didn’t let me fuck her, but she wanted me orally pleasing her. Diane got into helping; she was sitting on my back with a grip on my hair, and rocked me back and forth moving my face over Robin’s pussy.

When Robin finally had enough orgasms, she told Diane she should take me for a test ride. Diane got off my back, kicked me in the ribs and when I fell on my back, she put her foot on my throat as she stood over me. She was definitely choking me now. Robin brought her a glass of wine along with hers glass and as I looked up, they starting kissing while standing over me. I saw Robin’s shaved pussy, she had removed her panties, and Diane was wearing the transparent panties and top, so I could see the outline of her pussy, with a strip of hair above it and her breast with her hard nipples sticking out against the see through top.
It was surreal, as I lay there, looking at two women making out, one with her foot on my throat, while I was just part of the scenery. I hadn’t seen two women in real life doing this, only in movies or on the internet. I wondered if Tom knew Diane liked women. Diane was clearly taller than Robin and as I was breathing shallow from the weight of her foot on my throat. Diane said she needed to pee and would be right back.

Robin looked down at me; I can’t explain how it feels, when a women stands over you while you are on the floor and how they look, as their eyes meet yours. She took a step or two and said I see you are enjoying the show, as her stocking foot pressed down on my rock hard cock, I didn’t even realize I had gotten hard again. Her foot was firm as she pressed down, but it felt so good. Then she was twisting her foot back and forth on my cock like she was putting out a cigarette. Then I felt the explosion as I had my second ejaculation from her feet that night. She had the ball of her foot on the base of my cock, then pressed down from the ball to her heel with my cock underneath. She was milking my cock and keeping me hard.

I muttered, oh god Ms Robin, I want to be your slave, I love you. She turned her head, her blond hair fell down around her face, a beautiful smile lit up her face and she said of course you are my slave. I know exactly what you want, and how to reward you when you please me. I also know how to punish you when you don’t. I felt my cock press up into her foot as she said those words while smiling down at me, knowing I was going to give up complete control to her and my life.

I needed to pee so bad, all that wine, Diane said as she came back. Robin turned and stepped up on me, keeping the one foot on my cock crosswise now, and her other foot on my chest. Diane came over and this time as they kissed, Robin was eye level with Diane. Robin’s weight wasn’t bad and I realized how many times I looked at pictures of being trampled and now, I was being stood on full weight by a woman who wanted me to be her slave. I couldn’t help but hear the conversation in the bathroom. I forgot to wipe after I peed would you mind if I sit down on his face so he can clean me. Diane looked down at me with Robin still standing on me, I always thought he would make a good slave. Robin kissed Diane again and said; yes he is perfect, thank you for arranging this. Please sit down, he probably has never tasted a woman’s pee, and you definitely need to let him orally serve you.

Diane did just that. She straddled my head with a foot on each side; I looked up as she pulled her panties off and then her top. She slowly squatted down, lower and lower till her bottom touched my face. There was a few seconds of finding the right spot on my face and she lowered down releasing all her weight down on my face. She was facing away from me, as she sat and I tasted the foul pee and then realized how the smell of her pussy wasn’t good at all, not like Robin’s. The more she would grind, I could feel and taste the remaining pee squirt out and trickle down my throat and as I could suck in air, the foul smell of her cunt. I couldn’t believe how bad it was, she just took a shower, oh god, hurry cum and get off my face. Off course no one could hear me as I was smothered.

I couldn’t tell what Robin was doing until I felt her cool bare feet on my belly for the first time. Man her feet were soft. She had taken off her stockings, probably from me messing on them twice now. Feeling her feet on me pressing down as she was sitting, yes I will be your slave, it feels so much better than Diane’s feet. I was so distracted now at how disgusting I felt eating out Diane. I felt her feet move then I felt her sit down on my chest leaning into Diane’s back. I imagined Robin’s hands must be on Diane’s front. I think she was massaging Diane’s breast as Diane would arch and move on my face, sometimes contorting as her boney ass abused my face, Diane seemed heavier than I would have thought.

It was getting harder to breathe. Diane’s weight on my face, restricting my air and Robin’s weight on my chest, forcing any breath I got into my stomach instead of my lungs. I felt Diane’s shudder for the third time. The flow of her fluids on my face and down my mouth was still awful, but I had gotten used to it. I think Robin was working Diane erotically as Diane’s hips never really stopped moving over my head. I wondered how long she had been on my face, my tongue was sore, my face was sore I was becoming exhausted, never having this much sexual activity in one space of time. Diane finally rose up, the fresh cool air covered my wet face and the first breath was awesome. Robin stayed on my chest as Diane said, I can’t take anymore, Tom will be home soon and I need something left for him too. Robin looked down at me. She made me feel like I was such a successful attractive guy for the first time in my life. She brought me back to reality when she said, you have a messy face slave and those pock marks are full of her scent. I went back to reality about this beautiful woman sitting on my chest knowing exactly what I was. I would never get another chance like this, I told myself I would be her slave as long as she wanted.

What is your schedule like tomorrow slave, Robin asked with a big smile and that loving look that made me melt. I’m off but need to get my paycheck, I need to pay Tom back for our drinking, I promised Diane I would. Besides it was the punishment for not having any money that day. You don’t call all the feet you have had a punishment do you? No Ma’am, it was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Why don’t you come to the Pie House tomorrow around 2pm after the lunch rush. Diane will know which table to find me at and we can talk about your future and pay Diane back. Yes Ma’am. She got up and walked off to the bedroom. Diane was in her halter top and shorts now and said you have to get out Rug, Tom will be home soon. I got dressed quickly, I was waiting for Robin to come out and Diane shouted Rug, get out of here now!!!


I turned and looked at my alarm clock noticing it was 10am. I had stayed in bed all morning, replaying the week in my head, thinking about everything that happened. I was meeting a woman today who wanted me to be her slave. I wondered if I was good, if I would ever be punished. How would she punish me if she did?

I got up to shit, shower and shave and go pick up my paycheck, go to the bank and then meet Mistress Robin at the Pie House to find out my future.

[palatino]

Great, Ms Robin is fantastic

[cyberwop]

Thanks.. This is one hell of a story.. Keep up the good work.

[Miss_clinton]

Just 1 word.. WOW

[Pdxrug]

Friday - Arrived at the Pie House

I pulled into the parking lot and found a spot in the back. I wanted to have some time to think. How did all of this happen so quickly? Diane, who never showed any sexual interest in me, used me for her pleasure. What would Tom say if he found out? Robin, who I was sure I hadn’t ever seen before came home with Diane and she clearly had other intentions than just getting a foot massage like I gave Diane.

I had actually gotten used to Diane calling me Rug all the time. It was demeaning, but it was what I enjoyed being. Robin was much more aggressive and while she scared me, she also made feel like being her slave. She made it feel natural, like it was part of my life. She had a personality that could turn on and off, changing on a whim and keeping me wanting her more and more. I was suffering from an anxiety attack. My stomach was churning with butterflies. I was warm and a little clammy, like I would break out in a sweat. I felt like I had no clear control over my future, yet I wanted to go in and give myself to Robin. Get out of the car and go in, open the door and go in, if you don’t, what do you have left in your life? I finally got out and walked to the entrance.

I walked through the front door, I saw a familiar face at the cash register and I asked is Diane here? Yea, you should see he walk by soon, just take a seat. She had seen me here before, but we never really talked. I sat down in the waiting area. There were two couples and a family with two kids. I sat in the waiting area when I saw Diane walk by. She didn’t stop, she had a table she was working, so I stayed down and waited some more. She came by again and called out to me, everyone could hear her, Rug; come with me, Robin is waiting for you.

I got up embarrassed, as the parents looked at me and both the women with their husbands or boyfriends looked at me with grins on their faces. I followed Diane, who was walking fast, down a long area of the dining room to a private room in the back and she turned and said, through this door Rug, Robin has been waiting for you.

I was surprised how Diane called me Rug in front of people at the restaurant. There was a loud noise level and the hustle bustle of a busy coffee shop. She called me Rug, why did she say that, in front of everyone so they could hear her. This doesn’t seem right. I put my hand on the door knob and took a deep breath. I walked in and saw it was a private dining room, Robin was sitting at a table with papers and files, her head was down and she was wearing glasses now. She looked up as the door closed behind me, she flashed her big smile at me and I was melting again. Hello Chris, I was getting worried about you; I was hoping you would be here.

I realized as I moved over to her table, she wasn’t wearing a waitress uniform but a business suit. Her coat was on the back of her chair, a white blouse, matching pants and sandaled heels, showing her entire bare foot. I couldn’t help but look down at her manicure toes and beautiful feet. I knew she was watching me and knew I was checking out her feet and then when I raised my eyes up, her glasses were down on her nose as her big blue eyes looked right through me.

She took her glasses off and patted the chair next to her, come here and sit down with me, we need to talk and agree about our relationship. Relationship, wow, I said to myself will I be a slave or are we a couple? When I sat down, she leaned over, putting her arm around my neck and gave me a nice open mouth kiss that lasted for a couple minutes. I was totally thrown off balance; I wasn’t expecting any of this.

Robin started off saying; I know you thought I was a waitress last night. To be honest my family owns the chain of Pie Houses and I am the General Manager. So Chris, you don’t have to worry about how much money I make or how we can support this relationship. I try to wait tables a couple times a month to stay in touch with customers. Diane and I have been friends since high school and have lived through all the ups and downs of the guys we have dated and lived with. To be honest Chris, I want a boyfriend of convenience, who will be submissive to my needs and have no demands on my time or life. I think you may be what I have been looking for.

I was caught off guard by her statements and realized this wasn’t what I was expecting at all. I could tell by her eyes and her expression that she wasn’t playing a game or being weird but knew exactly what she wanted. I asked her, Ms Robin, are you asking me to be your boyfriend? She smiled, that smile that I couldn’t refuse, Robin said, I want you to be my slave, but my public boyfriend for appearance sake. I like you Chris, she said. I think you want this kind of relationship with a woman. Like Diane, I think its sexy having a man beneath my feet. However, I saw sincerity in you I haven’t found in most men. We won’t be equals, and even in public you will obey me, no matter how humiliating you think it is. I need you to accept and want this or it won’t work Chris, she said. Tell me Chris, could you be happy with this kind of relationship?

I sat in my chair staring at the wall. The problem with fantasies is you never really believe they will become part of your life. It was like I won the lottery but I would never really make my own decisions again. What about the 30 day try out Ms Robin? Chris if you agree you have no outs, however, if I find you displeasing I will dismiss you at the end of a month. I’m sorry slave, I think you are the right guy for me, but I won’t know till you serve me for that long.

She looked at her watch, then started picking up all the papers and files and putting them in her brief case. I have a diner meeting tonight, but will come over to Tom and Diane’s later. Diane will come in and get you; you need to give her a ride home. When I show up at their place I need your final answer. If you agree, you need to quit your job, move out of your place and move in with me. I will pay you as a contractor to the restaurant chain. If you agree, I control every aspect of your life. I know this is a lot to absorb, but I need your decision, yes or no, when I come over. Do you understand Chris? I said yes Ma’am, I understand.

She got up and left and told me to wait here. My mind was overloaded; this wasn’t exactly what I was anticipating. Diane walked in a few minutes later and walked up to the table asking if I had the money. I took the envelope out of my pocket and handed it to her. She smirked and said, would you like to discuss this now or back at my place Rug? Please can we go to your place Princess Diane? She smiled and said let’s go out the back way.

We walked out to my pickup truck and I noticed Diane was standing by the door and not opening it, she was also looking directly at me. Duh, it finally hit me I needed to open the door. I hurried around and got the door open, she was still standing there looking at me and then her eyes went down to the blacktop. My truck was up higher than a car, but I didn’t think it was that high. She would look at me and then again at the ground. I got down on my hands and knees finally, thinking this is what she wanted and she finally spoke, move your head down, I don’t want to step that high. I moved my head down then felt the sole of her shoe on the back of my neck, shoving my face right into the asphalt. She seem to stand there for a bit before her other shoe moved up my back, all her weight crushing my face down, then finally stepping up into the truck. I shut the door then drove to her apartment.

I went around opening her door, she said down on your back Rug. I didn’t fight or hesitate, I went down then I saw her two shoes slide out and slip down on my body. She stood full weight on my body and turned around facing the truck and fiddled with her purse. I saw a couple walk by and they were watching us, Diane didn’t care and finally she stepped off, using my face as her first step. We got inside and again, strip Rug and bring me a glass of wine, she came out of the bedroom in her panties and a tube top. I handed her the glass of wine and asked do you want me on the floor Princess Diane. Take my panties off, but you can only use your mouth Rug! Shit, no, I remembered how bad it smelled. She saw my face turning white, you better do it or you will regret it Rug.

I dropped down and moved my face into her and started trying to get the waist band in my teeth to pull her panties down. Then it hit me. She didn’t smell foul like yesterday. Instead of being hesitant, I was much more confident and slipped her panties down her long legs and she teased me with her feet as I pulled them through and off. She was looking down at me sipping her wine, when she handed me the almost empty glass, bring another one Rug. When I came back she was on the edge of the couch with her legs spread and finger pointing to her shaved pussy with the strip above showing. I handed her the wine, went down on my knees, and I felt her legs wrap around me as she pulled me into her and my oral servitude started with her again.

There was no talking, but the way she controlled my mouth and moved I knew she was enjoying my worship. She didn’t have that foul smell from yesterday and I was fine licking and sucking on her pussy. I was surprised how easy it came. I had never eaten a woman before her and Robin and while Robin didn’t smell there is a getting used to it and tasting it. I was fine with Diane now, clearly something changed. Finally after some period of time, I don’t know how long, she pushed me away and down on the floor. She moved back to the edge of the couch and her feet found my throat and belly as she leaned forward looking down at me with the extra weight pressing much harder than before. She sipped her wine, reached and put it down on the coffee table then looked down at me; did I tell you to have an erection Rug? I didn’t know how to answer, didn’t she know I couldn’t control it. She raised her hand and slapped my balls so hard my knees rose up and I tried to curl into a ball, but her foot on my throat wouldn’t let me up.

She watched me struggle with the pain and gave me a minute to breathe again then Slapppppppppppp, very hard again on my cock and balls. I cried out this time, AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGG, please don’t, please don’t, stop please. She kept leaning forward crushing me from the edge of the couch and picked up her wine and just watched me suffer unable to move other than my legs. A smile was on her face, I could tell she was enjoying hurting me and this reminded me why I never liked Diane, other than her feet on me the other day. Now her feet were part of the pain.

Last night when you sucked my pussy, I hadn’t cleaned it out since Tom had gone inside me. So after a day of it being in me, you got to swallow our spent orgasms from a day ago. I thought I was going to throw up when she said that. That’s why you didn’t like how I smelled Rug. But Robin wanted to see if you would stop or fight back being put in a bad situation.

You don’t know how much I enjoyed feeling you gag while you sucked and cleaned my pussy Rug. If you don’t make your cock completely soft in 1 minute I will squeeze your balls till I crush them in my hand. She was just smiling; maybe the glasses of wine had her feeling this way. The words were enough that my cock went soft and she said, that is a good Rug, you will learn how to be a slave soon.

Finally she leaned back, the pressure from her feet eased and without warning I felt the bottle of scented foot lotion hit me on the chest as she threw it down on me. Then her legs crossed and her foot was hanging over my face again, I knew to start massaging her foot right away. Every time I felt my cock starting to get firm, I tried thoughts of distracting things, it worked for the most part. She uncrossed her leg, planted both feet on my chest and stood up from the couch. As she stood on me she moved one foot to my face so she could balance a little better. I think she finished her glass of wine then walked away telling me to turn around and lay the other way. I did quickly; she came back with another glass of wine and something to snack on. She stepped up on me, turned and sat down on the couch crossing her legs so her other foot was hovering over my face. I started rubbing with more lotion and thought this might be part of my daily duties in the future.

Out of nowhere, the door opened and Tom walked in. He saw me naked under Diane and her only with her tube top on and yelled. “What the fuck is going on here?”

[tapis]

a very good story, thanks a lot.

[lerch456]

Can't wait till the next part :)

[Pdxrug]

Friday Evening

I looked at Tom and shit my pants, (if I had been wearing any). Diane didn’t move. I tried to get up, but she uncrossed her leg, smacked my face with her foot and then planted it hard down my face, making clear I wasn’t to move. God damn it Diane, I told you I didn’t mind if you made him your rug, but why is he naked and why aren’t you wearing any panties, mother fuck, he kept yelling and screaming, clearly very angry.

She started talking calmly; it was impressive she didn’t overreact to him. Go make yourself a drink and come sit next to me. We can talk about this and I can explain what is happening. I watched with my face turned to the side, her foot pressing hard enough so I could see out. I saw Tom get a glass with ice and just pour straight whiskey into it. Diane’s toes where curled a little over my eye and side of my face. When Tom turned around, he was looking down straight at me with a scowl on his face that sent a shiver down my body.

She looked up at Tom standing there. Look Tom, she moved her foot from my chest down to my cock and moved it back and forth with her toes. He isn’t hard. This isn’t about sex. Tom looked at me and realized I was soft despite her foot teasing my cock. Tom, I have never thought of Rug as my friend, or someone I would want sexually. I don’t like how he hangs out here so much. None of that has changed and he is nothing more than an object or really after today a slave.

You know you have never wanted to massage my feet or eat my pussy, you know I love both and have asked you many times. I like having weak people I can put my feet on and treat like dirt. I told you, Robin came over last night and the three of us fooled around. Robin is coming over in about 45 minutes and I am sure Rug will agree to be her boyfriend/slave. Then after tonight, we can go out as couples and enjoy evenings the way I have wanted. Chris after tonight will be Robin’s property and a slave and I or we can use Rug if we want. Go on, hurt him, see if it bothers me Tom, he is nothing but dirt to me.

I couldn’t believe what a bitch Diane was as I laid under her feet and she described to Tom what she thought of me. Tom was half way finished with his drink and moved over to me. He had on his converse walking shoes. He raised his foot up and stomped down on my cock and balls hard. The pain shot through and I thought I would lose my stomach. Again my legs jerked and rose and like before Diane pressed her foot down hard on my face and stomach and I couldn’t get up. The groan came from my lips loudly as I struggled in pain.

Do it again Tom, harder, I love to hear him cry in pain beneath my feet. Tom raised his leg up again and I braced, tensing has hard as I could, BAMMMMMMMMM, feeling his shoe get more of my balls this time. I was seeing stars and thought I would pass out; I just cried out loudly, I couldn’t hold it back. Her foot pressing down on my face, just kept me on the edge of passing out and I realized I was having trouble breathing. Tom, it’s so hot when you hurt him, you are making me horny, come on, sit next to me.

My balls were on fire. I was so fucked up from the pain. Diane moved on the couch, her feet moved to my throat and I could finally turn my face up for the first time and she put her other foot on top of the one on my throat. She was patting the couch next to her, but also above me. I wanted to say stop, I am not into guys or their feet. Tom went and poured another large whiskey and Diane asked for another glass of wine. He came back sat where she had asked and put his shoes down on my lower chest and stomach. I was fucking losing it, I’m not gay this isn’t my fantasy.

Diane clinked glasses with Tom and said see honey. This is all he is good for as far as I am concerned. I love how he feels under my feet. When I stand on him and when he massages my feet. In fact, I want you to watch him eat my pussy for you. Wouldn’t you like to cum inside me and watch the pig clean you out of my pussy. What kind of a real man would do that? He isn’t anything like you lover. Maybe we will train him to get you hard before we fuck, would you like to see the pig, suck your cock in front of us.

Tom kept drinking and said, I am not gay and don’t want any fucking guy sucking my cock. I’m only sitting over him because I am so damn mad. Diane leaned and moved over to kiss him. As she moved her feet together they pressed harder on my throat, stretching my neck out and seriously cutting of my breathing. I could see them kissing as I lay under them looking up. Diane really wanted Tom, like me she was not really special and wouldn’t find another guy as good looking as Tom is. Just relax Tom, she undid his pants and pulled his cock out, she softly stroked it as she kept kissing him. Her feet seemed bigger and harsher as she pressed down on my throat.

I’m going to suck your cock Tom, would you like another drink? Tom handed her his empty glass, this would be his 3rd, large glass of whiskey. Watch Tom, she moved her feet and stood up. She was standing on me then moved one foot to my face then the other to my throat and slowly let her weight down on my throat and kept it there while I choked loudly. You see Tom, he is the dirt under my feet, something to use and he is nothing else. She walked off to make him another drink. Tom looked down at me, his shoes still on my body. You are a disgusting piece of shit Chris; I will never be able to think of you as a friend again. I hated to hear him talking to me like this.

Diane came back, she used her foot to move Tom’s shoe down over my cock and then she kneeled down on top of me. Her knees sank deep into my stomach. She pulled her hair back and her face went down and I could hear her sucking and slurping his cock while her knees were killing me. The pain was intense, I couldn’t really support her but she didn’t care. I saw her tube top move with her head bobbing up and down. After a few minutes, Tom shot his load in her mouth; she swallowed it all and kept sucking him, milking his cock dry I assumed. She seemed to really know what she was doing. She rose up, her knees just killing me; I thought they would go right through my stomach to the floor.

Come on Tom, let’s get you a shower and cleaned up before Robin gets here. Rug, clean up the apartment and greet your owner at the door when she arrives. Diane finally got off my gut, feeling like she was grinding her knees on me as she did. She held her hand out, come on Tom, stand on him and see what he really is. Tom stood up, he weighed more than Diane for sure and I didn’t like a guy standing on me at all. I could tell he was feeling a good buzz from the whiskey now and Diane had totally calmed him down and put a smile on his face. They went off to the bedroom and shut the door.

I got up and had to take my time, the blood rushed out of my head as I did. I was sore and worn out. My balls still hurt. I started muttering I hate fucking Diane. What a fucking bitch. She hates me the fucking cunt. I really was getting to where I knew Diane wasn’t kidding about thinking of me as dirt now. I was picking up the glasses and doing the dishes then went out and wiped down the tables and straightened the pillows on the couches. Everything looked where it belonged and put up. I thought I better put my clothes back on before Robin got here and Tom came out of the bedroom when I heard the knock on the door. I went to the door and looked through the peep hole in the door and it was Robin. I opened the door, I stood behind the door so I wouldn’t be seen other than my head.

She came in and I shut the door behind her, I wasn’t sure if I should get down and kiss her feet or what, when she walked up and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me like we were a couple and said, I’m so glad to see you Chris and it looks like Diane has been taking advantage of you. Does this mean you are going to be my boyfriend/slave Chris? I stood there looking at her. I was so torn about everything that just happened, thinking it was too much, but looking at her blue eyes and her smiling face I couldn’t say no. Yes, Ms Robin, may I please be your boyfriend/slave. She held me tight and kissed me again, I’m so happy; I have a present for you. She reached into her purse and pulled out a black collar; in gray letters the words “Robin’s Slave” were written. Lower your head my slave, Robin said. I lowered my head and I felt her put the collar on and buckle it in place. It wasn’t like an engagement ring, but considering who I am, this might be the best I could ever hope for.

She was wearing the same outfit from the Pie House. I took her coat and hung it up; she sat down on the couch and asked for a glass of the white wine. I brought it to her and started to kneel when she said, no slave, sit up here with me. I sat down on the couch and her legs came up and across my legs. Why don’t you take of my shoes and massage my feet and tell me everything that has happened with you and Diane since you left the restaurant. My cock had grown hard; she made me feel so good. I slipped the sandaled heels off her feet and rubbed some lotion on my hands and started to carefully massage her feet. Well Ms Robin, we went out the back door of the private dining room ……….

[macrina]

Thank you, good work. Love the cuckold part.

[Sauur]

That last part was FANTASTIC! Very, very well done.

[superpower34]

sauur is right, last part is FANTASTIC, you are a genius about ff stories. please keep going, ty

[Pdxrug]

Hi everyone, thank you very much for the great feedback and compliments.

Macrina, you are always out there with encouragement and responses, I think everyone owes you thanks for your encouragement and participation on the boards. I can only think your slave is a lucky person.

Sauur, always love your work and it is very special when you provide compliments and feedback. Thank you very much.

I don't mean to exclude the other wonderful responses, they are very much appreciated. I am a Gemini, kind of like a switch, Dom/sub. So while I say I write for myself, I love getting the compliments. What can I say.

Thanks to all who read and enjoy the stories. Still learning how to be a better writer.

Be safe and may feet always be on you with the one above.

[macrina]

Thank you pdxrug, i enjoy your stories.

[supy76]

that is ahell of a story m8 . do not ever think to stop :)

[Goldman]

I agree, i really enjoyed this one!

[Pdxrug]

Friday wrap up

Tom and Diane came out of the bedroom finally. I had told Robin everything that happened. She would smile and nod her head but I couldn’t tell if any of it bothered her. We were both sitting at the table; I was still naked with her collar on. They came and sat down and the four of us were sitting together. It had only been last night I served Robin and Diane diner at this table with their feet on me while they ate.

Tom began, I see you are wearing her collar and you are her slave now officially. Diane kind of explained everything Chris, I accept this is what you want. I’m sorry for getting so mad and busting your balls like I did. I looked at Robin, making sure I should respond, she nodded to me. Tom thanks for understanding and I would still like to be friends. I looked at Diane; she looked back with her smug face and didn’t say a word. Robin then asked Tom, do you approve of how Diane wants to enjoy Chris. Tom looked at me and then at Robin. To be honest, I was fine when she wanted to have him lay under her feet. Make him clean the house even. Even the foot massages were fine. When I came home tonight and saw him naked and Diane almost naked I wasn’t comfortable at all.

Robin smiled; I would think that is a normal reaction. Chris did you get hard under Diane’s feet. I did yes, at first, honestly I didn’t think I could control my cock, but when she noticed, she slapped my cock and balls hard several times, then grabbed my balls and said if I didn’t get soft she would crush them in her hand. She scared me and I didn’t get hard after that. Diane smiled and leaned over and kissed Tom. Robin went on; did you two discuss how our relationship goes forward. Knowing Chris is my slave and Diane will continue to want to use him. I turned and looked at Robin surprised she was saying this.

Diane started to speak up. I would like to continue to enjoy Rug. Tom knows I like girls too, and he confessed he has been with men before, but never wanted to share it. Tom doesn’t want to be a slave, but I’m thinking the four of us could come up with some creative things to try out. Diane finally looked at me, deep in my eyes. Rug, I would like to have a relationship with the four of us. I am asking you to understand how much I enjoy using you and know it is hard on you. Maybe Robin will tell you what we were and are like growing up over the years. The first night I put my feet on you, I knew I couldn’t control wanting you as my slave. I knew though it wouldn’t work with Tom and I know Robin wants you very much now. Diane looked at Robin, our rules of using the slaves are the same I’m guessing and it just becomes a scheduling issue. Robin replied of course, that has always been our way.

I was looking back and forth now, wondering had all this been a setup or recruitment. I had wondered if Tom was bi, we had met some of his older friends and they did look light in the loafers. Well, it sounds like we can all be friends and work this out, Robin said.

Of course Diane, based on what Slave told me, I think you owe me a punishment and one for Tom too, if we are going to enjoy each other. Diane looked at me and muttered, you asshole. I think I will let my Slave determine what should be done to you both, for you to make amends. I couldn’t help but grin at Diane, thinking about how to pay her back. Robin told me to get dressed and she went over and hugged Diane and kissed her head, I’m sure he will think of something evil and painful for you girlfriend. Then she went over and hugged Tom, quickly look before Slave puts his pants on, he does have a nice cock and maybe I can convince him to let your other side come out. Robin and I left and went to her car.

Robin and I talked outside Diane’s and she gave me her address. I was to arrive at 4pm and stay with her through Monday morning. I was to give notice on Monday for my job and apartment and move into her place by Wednesday. She would be out Monday through Wednesday visiting the other Pie Houses. She gave me a long deep kiss and massaged my crotch with her hand, leaving me so aroused as I opened her door as she got in and drove away.


Saturday

I got home around midnight and just hit the bed. I tried thinking about everything and what was happening, but just couldn’t stay awake. I awoke the next morning realizing my cock was rock hard and I needed to get ready and make it to Robin’s. I got in the shower, jerked off and started packing.

I arrived at Robin’s house 10 minutes early. Knocked on the door and she came out and said hello slave, so glad you are hear, come in. I saw she was wearing a red leather corset that let her breast just press out but not exposing her nipples, nor any panties, just white thigh highs and red 4” heels. She was gorgeous and very commanding. Her house wasn’t that huge but at least 3000 square feet. She said to go to the room on the right side of the hallway and put my bag down. It was a nice room, a sliding glass door out to a patio with an adjoining door to her Master Suite.

As she stood in the door and told me I should always be naked unless told other wise and always have my collar on. I did as she asked and she just watched me grinning the whole time. I followed her back to the kitchen and she said to make myself a drink, she had a lemon drop martini already in the fridge. I just took a beer and then we walked down the stairs to the lower level, she had a key and unlocked the door and we walked into a fully equipped dungeon. I had never really been in anything like this before but I saw a naked woman with a hooded masked on her head, tied spread out on the floor in a wooden frame.

I was a little surprised but she reached and took my cock in her hand and said this is a waitress from one of the restaurants who had too many complaints. She has agreed to accept retraining instead of being terminated. I looked down at her. Her legs and arms spread eagle to the frame. The leather hood had openings for the eyes, nose and mouth. Her eyes were wide and I sense she was afraid. I looked at Robin and while she was squeezing my cock, which had grown hard quickly, she said Diane will be here soon. Diane is very much like you Slave. She is really a sidekick to me, she never would have been with Tom without me, she lives to help retrain and use employees and slaves like you.

Until Diane gets here we can do anything we want to her Slave, would you like to use her? I stood there, my cock being held in her hand and this woman in her mid to late 20’a laying there like meat. Robin lifted her shoe up and slid her heel down her throat fully; the woman started sucking the heel on queue. I was thinking was this her first time for retraining. I looked at Robin with a blank look on my face wondering if she really meant what she had just said. I know Slave, you are nervous; this is your first experience. Kneel down between her legs as Robin pushed down on my shoulder.

Robin stood to the girl’s side and said, go ahead, you can fuck her slave. Would you like to stick that hard cock inside her? I looked up at Robin then down at the girl’s eyes seeing she was struggling just a little bit. I had never been able to have sex and now I can fuck someone Robin tells me I can. I took my cock in hand and moved forward. I pressed the head of my cock against her pussy and rubbed it, getting some wetness on it before I slowly slide it in. The girl just looked at me and took it, she didn’t say a word, but then she was tied down unable to escape. Her eyes were locked on mine and I couldn’t tell what they communicated. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed how good her pussy felt on my cock.

Next Robin placed her hand on top of my head and stepped up on the girl’s stomach with her heels, her heels sinking quickly and deep in her stomach. She screamed out in pain as Robin was lifting and lowering her heels in the girls gut and all of this was making my cock throb harder than ever before. It must have been the pain; the girl was squeezing my cock and contracting on it. Robin sipped her drink, held her balance with her hand on my head then looked down at the girl who was squirming and jerking in pain and said, think about how you made our patrons feel, when you failed to perform your duties.

You will be as efficient as Diane is, with nothing but good reviews after you learn your place, then Robin spit on her face. Robin stepped off her and handed me her martini then went over and straddled the girls head and slowly moved down and covered her face with her pussy. Robin reached for her glass and I handed it to her. She moved around a bit on the girls face, then I realized she was suffocating her as her legs started to jerk against the restraints and I didn’t know how much longer I would last. I was so turned on seeing this girl punished, but it wasn’t in me to want to hurt her.

You can cum in her slave but don’t take it out till I say. Like a trained animal I spurted out sperm over and over into the girl who was jerking furiously. I kept my cock in but Robin didn’t get off. In another two minutes the girl stopped moving. I was scared she was dead. Robin just smiled at me and told me I could pull out now.

Robin had orgasmed on the girl’s face. I was told to get down on all fours over the top of the girl. When I got into position Robin sat down on my back and placed her heels on each of the girl’s nipples and as her legs relaxed the heels sank into the girl’s breast. I saw her just moving her heels back and forth, the girls flesh around the heels twisting. Then the girl started gasping for breath, gaining consciousness again then, “my head is pounding” and then she realized the pain from the heels on Robin’s feet were tearing her breast apart. “Please, no more Please, I’ve learned my lesson, it will never happen again Robin, I promise.”

It was funny; my cock was growing hard again, hearing the girl beg for mercy. I couldn’t see Robin’s face, but she just continued to twist her heels into the poor girl’s breast. I enjoyed her sitting on my back and the weight shifting as her heels twisted on the poor girl beneath her. I loved she always seemed to wear open sandaled heels. Her foot is clearly visible beneath the white stocking, just thin straps holding the sole and heel to the bottom of her beautiful foot.

There was a knocking at the door to the dungeon and Diane announced she was here. Robin said come in, Slave and I are enjoying your retraining project, just getting her warmed up for you. Diane walked in and she was in her Pie House uniform. Robin stood up and walked over to Diane. I haven’t asked Slave yet what thoughts he has about punishing you. Diane sneered at me and barked, glass of wine Rug, now!!!

[superpower34]

ty, great effort

[Pdxrug]

Diane’s Arrival

I ran back upstairs fetching two bottles of wine and two glasses for Robin and Diane. I went through the door to the dungeon and saw Diane on her knees as Robin put a collar, like mine, around Diane’s neck. I was surprised, did Diane just agree to by her slave too. How would this affect my relationship with Robin? I brought the wine in and sat it on the table and poured a red and white for each of them.

Robin looked up at me, she could tell I was confused, don’t worry Chris, Diane has been my slave since high school. I looked at Diane with her head down, on her knees, looking at the shoes on Robin’s feet. I felt good, she was being humiliated and I felt like, she doesn’t have the ability to do anything to me after all, Ms Robin will decide if and when she can abuse me like she had.

The girl was now released from the wooden frame and was kneeling off to the side. I brought the glasses of wine over and stood next to Diane and handed Robin her glass first. I wasn’t sure with Diane on her knees what to do with the second glass.
Diane stood up, took the glass of wine and walked over by the girl on her knees and told her to lick her shoes clean before undressing her. Robin motioned for me to sit next to her. Her corset was soft and her hair felt good on my shoulder as she watched Diane. I would always let my eyes wonder to her stocking feet in her sandaled heels.

I watched as Diane stood over the girl in her Pie House uniform. The shoes weren’t filthy but I knew walking around a restaurant they must have dirt and grease and crap on them. When Diane seemed satisfied, she told the girl to take her dress uniform off, which happened and fell to the floor. Diane stood there in her bra and panties and stockings and told the girl to remove her bra and panties.

Both came off and then the girl helped Diane step out of the dress and panties and went to a chair across from us and sat down. Diane looked down at the girl and told her to take Diane’s shoes off and lay down. I remember having to do this. I remember how her feet and stockings smelled right out of her shoes. Then she slowly lowered her feet down on the girl’s face and started rubbing the damp stinky stockings all over her face. Diane looked at Robin and I and said, I am ready Robin for your ideas.

Robin stroked my cock and said, do you wish that was you under Diane’s feet? I said no, but I will always want to be under your feet Ma’am. Diane’s feet must have been worse than normal as the girl almost gagged and tried breathing out her mouth so none of the smell would go up her nose. Robin said Diane has always had a foot odor problem working all day in those leather loafers. Robin went on, you know my slave, women hardly ever enjoy feet like men do. So while you enjoy the feel of feet on you, it is more of a punishment for a woman.

I didn’t know Diane was your slave Ma’am. You don’t seem to treat her like one. Robin stopped rubbing my cock and turned pushing me down on the couch and laid on top of me. She rested her head on my chest as she continued to watch Diane sit quietly making the girl under her feet suffer the smell and dampness of a day in her shoes. Robin’s belly pressed my rock hard cock into my stomach and it just twitched beneath her weight as we watched Diane’s feet smear the girls face.

Diane was very much like you slave. She attended the high school I did, but she was from out of district and really came from a low class neighborhood. My friends and I noticed her around school; she could never dress nice or have things we could, like cars and spending money. We were sitting in the bleachers during a school event and I caught her looking at me. I was kind of by myself so I waved her over.

When she sat down I asked why she was always looking at me and Diane went on about how beautiful she thought I was and how nice I dressed and that she would very much like to be me. I kind of felt sorry for her and said I could use an assistant but I really couldn’t pay her anything. However we were about the same size and I told her if she wanted the job, I could let her have my older clothes and shoes when I got tired of them for her service as my assistant.

She agreed and it became known at school Diane the misfit was now my assistant, which put her in a funny light with most of the other people there. She would hang around with me like you do with Tom, and one day, with a group of girls at school, we were sitting around and someone said they wish their toe’s were a different color. The girl asked me if Diane could clean and paint them for her. Diane was now wearing nicer clothes and shoes from my hand me downs, everyone knew, the girl asking said, make her earn her keep, after all she is like your slave.

I looked at Diane nodding and she took the polish from my friend, sat on the grass at her feet, taking her sandals off and removed the polish and painted her toes, as my friend rested her bare foot on Diane’s upper thigh.

It got to be a regular things, the school turned their head as girls painting their nails was no big deal. Then some of the girls feeling superior started having Diane kiss their feet before and after she did their nails. I really never thought about it, but it just naturally evolved over the year and Diane became my slave. When we had our graduation party for the girls at my home, my parents left for the weekend and 8 of us and Diane enjoyed the house to ourselves. We were going to different colleges and this would be our last get together for awhile. Diane spent the night with us being used by everyone, from being a rug, massaging feet, to orally giving everyone orgasms in the bedroom, some two at a time with her.

In a way, she treats you, like she was treated. I think she likes that you are like she was. I looked at Diane who had been listening to Robin talk about their history and Diane just stared at me, continuing to torment the girl with her stocking feet. Robin told Diane she could go ahead and have her shower. Diane got up and walked with the girl to shower and they both got in the water running and the girl started to wash Diane’s hair and body.

It was nice as the shower was exposed to the room and the big clear glass door let me watch everything, Robin as sleeping on top of me and I just watched the two women in the long shower. When Diane was rinsed off finally, the girl went down on her knees and it was clear Diane was standing over her having her eat her out, the water kept running over them, Diane’s head would fall back from time to time and the girl just kept sucking on Diane’s pussy until Diane’s screams could be hear over the shower. I imagined how it must have been for Diane, having to serve all of Robin’s girlfriends. I felt sorry for her, for the first time.

[Dormammu]

I knew the shit was going to hit the fan when Tom came back into the story... Please do tell what else happened.... (^_^)

[submissive_male4u]

excellent continuation... hope to see what happens next soon.

[Pdxrug]

thanks for the ongoing comments

I hope I can be creative and keep everyones interest, but sometimes these stories don't start out to last forever.

I feel motivated by your comments to think of some new ways to keep it entertaining.

Thank you all for just reading it.