Helping a Neighbor

[faceseat4jeans]

Helping a Neighbor

Ever since my wife passed away, I have become somewhat of a recluse. Although I’m a fairly young guy at 40, I wasn’t really interested in dating and getting involved with any other women.
I was friends with my neighbors only on a casual basis, and thought I was happy until Maureen moved in to the neighborhood.

My wife was attractive but not too interested in having sex with me, and since I was sure she wasn’t fooling around with anyone else I felt obligated to stay faithful to her as well, so I developed quite a collection of erotica - stories and video clips. It had been over a year since my wife’s passing and I was getting bored with only having orgasms to my porn, which I’d practically memorized by then, when I learned that Maureen had purchased the house next door.

The first time I saw Maureen I felt my breath catch and juices long dormant start to stir in my loins. She was carrying boxes from her car and was dressed in a form-fitting pair of faded blue jeans, and after standing by my window in a daze for a few moments I realized this would be a perfect opportunity to both meet her and show what a helpful neighbor I could be!

I went out with a big smile, introducing myself and welcoming her to the neighborhood as I offered my assistance. She couldn’t have been more than thirty years old, and she looked genuinely flattered and grateful for the offer of help. “Thanks a lot Henry, I’m not really wearing the right shoes for moving boxes and stuff, y’know?” she said with a smile as she pointed down to her feet.

Looking down as I followed her gesture, I saw her feet close up for the first time and froze in shock. Wearing a pair of brown leather strappy sandals, her flawless feet were showcased from their high arches to perfectly positioned toes, and I felt my mouth hang open in awe and admiration.

Forcing myself to snap out of it, I chuckled and agreed with her comment, “insisting” that she let me do all the heavy lifting and carrying as she let me know where she wanted things to go. After a moment of polite protest, Maureen agreed and soon was playfully ordering me around as I unpacked and carried her stuff inside. Some of the boxes were pretty heavy and it was tiring, but then just when she loaded the last cartons into my arms and I started to carry them inside she dropped the bombshell that burst my budding dreams.

“Thanks a lot, Henry,” Maureen said while she flashed her dazzling smile in my direction as she plopped down on her couch. “Now that all that light stuff’s done you better rest up, ‘cause my man Max is on his way over with the rental truck that he’s gotta return by sundown, so you’re gonna hav’ta hustle to unload it quickly - no more laid back lazy loading like you’ve been doing, hee hee hee!” she said with a giggle.

My heart fell to the floor in disappointment as my mind tried to think of some alternate explanation - maybe Max is her hired moving man, or her brother or other relative helping her out, or... but even as my mind raced to think up other options so as not to have to face the possibility that Max was her boyfriend and lover, I heard a truck pull up outside.

As far as her remark about me unpacking the truck I felt this is going too far, and I thought to myself I needed to come up with ways I could let Maureen know that I was her new neighbor, not her workhorse. Just as I was about to say something, however, she raised her legs and propped her feet up on the coffee table in front of her and I was once again mesmerized by their beauty.

The couch she sat on and the coffee table in front of it were the only two pieces of furniture in the whole downstairs area, and when Maureen suggested that I sit down for a moment to rest before getting back to work I smiled and nodded my head at her considerate comment. When I started to move towards the couch to sit beside her, though, she stopped me with her hand signal of a palm facing me as she explained that carrying all those boxes got me dusty and she didn’t want it to get on her couch.

“Just sit here for a minute, Henry, you’re gonna be back at it again in a minute anyway” Maureen said as her hand motioned towards the floor in front of her. Recognizing this as both insulting and demeaning, I was again about to say something when I noticed her toes wiggling in her sexy sandals. Eager for a closer look, I reconsidered my hurt feelings and decided that it was entirely reasonable for Maureen to be concerned about getting dust and grime from the moving boxes on her couch, and I smiled as I lowered myself to sit on the floor beside the coffee table.

Omigod! The closer of a look I got, the more Maureen’s feet seemed like proud pieces of perfection! With no polish or visible pedicure, her healthy young feet seemed perched on the coffee table properly. I was lost in lustful admiration for long minutes until finally the front door opened and Maureen jumped up and ran over to embrace a big strapping young man. They engaged in a long kiss and embrace that destroyed my hopes that he was just hired help or family, and when he said all the stuff had to be unloaded quickly so he could return the rental truck without having to pay for another day Maureen mentioned to Max that a friendly neighbor had offered to help and pointed at me.

I quickly jumped off the floor to my feet and puffed out my chest as I tried to stride over in a macho way while extending my hand to shake his, and then felt ashamed when they both laughed at my obvious attempt at projecting masculinity. “Okay macho man, let’s get busy!” Max said with a smile, and we both went outside. Maureen held the door as we brought everything in, and when we were finally done Max took off to return the truck while she offered me a drink of ice water to cool off with, which I gratefully accepted.

Resuming her seat on the couch, I eagerly once again took my former seat on the floor beside the coffee table in front of Maureen, and felt a tingle of combined shame and lust to see her smile widen as she raised her legs and once again placed her sandaled feet on the coffee table in front of my face. She moved her toes slowly and I had to consciously keep myself from moaning in pleasure as I watched the ball of her foot separate from the inner sole of her sandal. Then, in a soft voice that maintained my mesmerized mental state, Maureen mentioned that she feared the hot sticky weather had left a residue of grime on her feet.

“Oh no, they look fine, really, as beautiful as ever!” I exclaimed in reaction to her comment, then feeling embarrassed as soon as I said it. “Are you sure? Better take a closer look, ‘cause they feel kinda sticky...” Maureen said, and when I leaned over towards her feet she cautioned that they might smell from all the walking and exertions she’d had. I assured her that they didn’t smell bad at all, in fact that the natural earthy aroma was better than the finest perfume, and then I went on to declare that I saw no dust or grime at all.

Maureen said she still felt her feet were sticky as she took off her sandals and put her bare feet back up on the coffee table in front of my face, asking once again if they looked dirty. “Nuh, n...no, no, they look fine, fl...flawless even, er, I mean, er...th...that is,...” I stammered as she giggled at my mocus mental condition and suggested I better take a drink of my water before I overheat!

Gulping the ice cold water gratefully, I was startled when she mentioned wishing she could have a nice ice cold foot bath right now, and knew I couldn’t let this opportunity go by with out saying something. “Y’know Maureen, I hope you don’t think I’m weird or anything, but I used to have a girlfriend that used to love me giving her feet tongue-baths, and if you’d like to see how it feels, y’know, I’d be glad to...” I said as I tried to keep the tone of my voice casual so as not to betray my mounting passion, and my heart began racing with joy as I saw her smile broaden and her eyes open with excitement.

“Yes! Oh, that’ll be so rad, do it, Henry!” Maureen declared as she pointed towards her feet, and I quickly positioned myself so that my face was inches from her toes. It felt like a current of electricity running through me as my lips caressed her toes and my tongue gently pried itself between each before lovingly bathing the area adoringly.

Her pleasure was obvious, but then in the next moment Maureen told me to take a sip of my ice water and hold an ice cube in my mouth before I continue. For a moment I considered that my mouth fresh from bathing her feet would not be the most sanitary thing to put on the glass of ice water, but then I saw this as an example of her growing dominant attitude and for some reason my excitement soared!

Taking a big cube of ice into my mouth, I looked up for a moment as I brought my mouth over to Maureen’s foot and was thrilled to see her eager smile as she looked down at me. Opening my mouth slightly to let my tongue slip out, I thought I saw her smile turn into a sneer as I began moving my ice-cold tongue over her soft sole, and felt in my proper place worshiping the lowest part of her body. At that very moment she picked up a magazine and leaned back into the couch cushion as she commented “that feels good and pretty appropriate, don’t ya think Henry? Keep it up right there while I relax a little, ‘kay?”

She didn’t have to tell me twice, I thought as I moved my aching body to be in a better position to lick her foot soles, feeling more and more lost in a swirl of submission to this naturally sexy young woman. Then suddenly the front door opened and I saw Maureen’s eyes widen in concern as I heard Max angrily exclaim “what the frig is this?”

Making some fast mental maneuvers, I quickly explained to him that I had studied Reflexology for years and enjoyed massaging and soothing feet as a scientific procedure, and that like acupuncture it was all based on the meridian lines going through the body that end on the soles of one’s feet. I could see that Max was still upset to see me licking the soles of his woman’s feet, but Maureen quickly took charge of the situation: “relax, Max, he’s just a wimp with a foot fetish, but he was pretty obedient unpacking my car and the truck - an’ you gotta check out the rad feeling of this sucker’s tongue on your feet with an ice cube in his mouth.”

I couldn’t believe the change in Maureen’s attitude and what she was saying - (there was no way I was licking his feet!) - but in the next moment she looked down at me and said “hey, no one told you to stop - get a fresh ice cube in your mouth and back to work!” before she looked back over at Max standing by the front door and motioned him to come sit beside her. When he walked over with a chuckle and comments about how Maureen always seems to have situations turn out the way she wants, I decided I would go along with this until I could talk to Maureen in private about the demeaning remarks she made about me, and I took a fresh ice cube in my icy cold mouth, extending my tongue out obediently once again.

[palatino]

very nice, thanks

[Pdxrug]

nice writing, hope you have a part two

[LuvsHerHeels]

nice so far...but please don't let this turn into a story about licking a guys feet.
just my opinion.
thanks.

[schiavozero]

Go on please, it's wonderfull

[Toes16]

I know not everyone is the same - but for me personally, this story had really great potential but is on the verge of being ruined by a dude named Max. Please keep it heterosexual, and get rid of the dude. Also - not to be too critical, but it would have been better if Henry didn't come up with the idea of cleaning her feet, and basically begged her, but if it was her idea/demand. Everyone is different, but overall it was definitely worth reading.

[palatino]

please go on!!

[faceseat4jeans]

Ignoring the numb painful feeling from the ice cube in my mouth, I worked my tongue up and down Maureen’s soles as she and Max talked and relaxed on the couch, ignoring me as if I didn’t even exist. Although the cold had numbed much of my mouth, the thoughts of how this casually self-confident young woman was so nonchalant in accepting such a servile act from a guy at least ten years her senior had me incredibly aroused.

As the ice cube in my mouth slowly melted, I moved my mouth ministrations from softly slurping her soles and took the unspoken liberty to start gently sucking her toes into my mouth. Starting with her little toe, my tongue worked in tandem with my lips to caress and cradle each toe even as I lovingly lapped at the crevices and gratefully grabbed any accumulations found between.

I was vaguely aware of my mounting arousal, but too lost in my lustful licking to focus on anything other than the situation I was a part of - and the unprecedented sensations that were “coming up” in me as a result!

Suddenly I heard Maureen first point out to Max my increasingly excited behavior, then turn her attention to address and caution me about not forgetting who was supposed to be getting the benefit from my efforts before advising me to pay special attention to the area between the ball and arch of her foot - “I think I might’ve stepped in some dog crap when I was outside walkin’barefoot earlier, make sure you lick the whole area clean, wimp”.

I was so afraid of losing my newfound heaven on earth (as well as incredibly turned on by her spoiled and superior attitude) that I quickly apologized and actually assured Maureen that I was only concerned with her pleasure and would tongue-bathe her feet until they were spotless, proceeding to make long licks with my extended tongue to cover her entire arch area as well as the balls of her feet.

“Haw haw haw, you sure got the sorry sucka’ trained good, ...and right quick, babe!” Max declared between guffaws, and glancing up at them even as I continued my foot feast I saw his arm around Maureen’s shoulders tighten as they hugged and shared a good laugh at my expense. The next thing I knew their shared amusement turned amorous, and suddenly I was chasing her feet as they both went from sitting beside to lying on top of each other even as they rapidly shed their clothes.

Finally they ended up laying stretched out on the couch cushions, naked and kissing passionately as they began to make physical love in earnest. All I thought to do at first was sit back on the floor beneath and admire their wanton lust exhibited through their sexual performance, but then I became uncomfortable, feeling like a voyeur or some sort of intruder, and I quietly got up to leave.

I was almost fully back up on my feet when I saw Maureen glance back in my direction even as she maintained her erotic union with Max, and then I was shocked to see one of her hands extend back behind her before she snapped her fingers loudly and I heard her hurried single-word command: stay!

I felt my face redden as the blatant and demeaning nature exhibited in Maureen’s measure of me was painfully obvious, but the sheer erotic arousal of being connected with her was so enticing that I actually found myself silently settling back down on the floor beneath them to await her next command.

As their passions grew their actions became more frenzied, and I became mesmerized with Maureen’s sexy feet flying around inches from my face. Then suddenly WHAM! the ball of her right foot smashed into my left eye, snapping my head back hard and literally making me see stars as my head rang from the impact. I could feel the swelling around my injured eye begin even as I shifted my body to pull my head back when her other foot suddenly straightened out and hooked around behind my neck as she pulled me back in towards her, and as Maureen moaned in mounting measures of her growing passion she planted her right foot flush on my face and pressed into it, hard - ungh!

As her right foot sole pressed against my nose and lips with surprising strength even as her left foot stayed hooked around my neck to prevent my escape, I started to cry out in panic. In the next moment the moans and screams signaling her multiple orgasms intensified while Maureen’s toes pried open my mouth and she stuffed her foot halfway down my throat to stifle my sounds -arg-umph!

The fact that females have multiple orgasms was almost my epitaph as Maureen practically shoved her entire size seven foot down my throat with the spasmodic strength from her consecutive sexual climaxes, but after long minutes finally her arousal abated and her powerful legs loosened the death grip they held me in, and I fell off the side of the bed.

Collapsed on the floor, I had barely a minute to recover before I heard the imperious snap of Maureen’s fingers as she told me to get them a couple of cold beers. Shaking off my aches and bruises, I hustled out the bedroom door to comply with Maureen’s command even as I tried to hide my erection showcasing my arousal from their degrading and demeaning treatment.

It’s really not that bad, I thought as I reflected on the way Maureen had come to treat me, even as I grabbed a couple of cold ones for them from the back of the refrigerator. Just then I heard Max’s deep voice call out to me to bring their cigarettes and an ashtray too, and I was reminded of the emasculation I suffered as I was treated like an inferior by Maureen’s cocky lover - and yet my sexual excitement not only wasn’t diminished by my cuckolded status, it seemed enhanced!

[redscorpian001]

Awesome job faceseat. You always write solid stories. I don't mind the scenario with the guy. The cuckolding doesn't bother me. The good writing matters the most. I do like the main character to be reluctant, but it's not a requirement. I think a good compromise for fellow readers would to put labels at the beginning of the story(i.e Fm/Mm, cuck) so the reader can decide if they want to keep going. Just a thought. None the less, your stories will always get a read from me. Keep it up.

[palatino]

good work, very nice

[stivalo]

thanks a lot.
please go on

[Sauur]

Another masterpiece! Love your work!

[faceseat4jeans]

Although I’ve always known women’s feet turned me on, when I’ve combined that fetish with the thought of being dominated by an attractive woman my arousal became even more awesome, and so I’ve always tried to manipulate and incorporate some aspects of domination and submission into sexual relationships I’ve had. This developing affair with Maureen, however, was both more than I’d ever hoped for and almost more than I could handle, all at the same time!

My mind raced with conflicted emotions even as my body also raced towards the refrigerator in the kitchen, anxious to comply with Maureen’s admonition to get back with their beers “on the double”! I definitely wasn’t comfortable with the attitude Maureen had developed towards me, not only ordering me around and assuming my obedience to her increasingly demeaning demands, and even worse showcasing my willing subservience in front of her lover Max. Yet I had to admit, if only to myself, that my arousal from serving this naturally attractive and casually commanding woman was beyond anything I’d ever experienced!

By the time I’d returned with their cold beers to the couch that Maureen and Max were using as their bed of erotica, they were both at it again. Kneeling silently on the floor beside the sofa, I put the beers down so as not to warm them up from my body heat in my hands and dropped to my hands and knees at the foot of the couch cushions they laid on.

Gazing at a close-up view of Maureen’s feet, my “lower brain” took over and I was once again in awe of the natural beauty and superiority of this sexy young woman. Then I suddenly became aware of Max’s masculine feet facing downwards as they moved between hers, and as I heard her moans of pleasure I shifted my gaze downwards to the floor to avoid having to look up and see what they were doing together.

What was I doing? What was I thinking? How could I be so stupid? A series of self-critical thoughts rushed through my mind as I sat on the floor beneath them, and I was sinking lower and lower into the depths of self pity when suddenly Maureen’s foot moved to press up against my face!

Instantly my mood went from dismal to delirious, and I took a deep breath embracing the sweet smell of her natural foot aroma. I heard Maureen’s giggle as she reveled in my adoration, then in the next moment her foot shifted and grabbed my nose between her big toe and the next with a powerful flexed motion of her toes - ungh!

I looked up and saw Maureen’s smiling face looking over Max’s shoulder and down at me with a mischievous smile even as Max continued to piston his big prick between her legs. What a Goddess, I thought, and as I extended my tongue and tried to worship and tongue-bathe every area of her sexy sole, and when I saw her smile widen I flattered myself to think that she was getting more arousal and pleasure frome my oral worship of her foot than she was from the mechanical ministrations of her simple-minded stud lover.

That did it for me, I was now completely hooked and hopelessly in love (or should I say lust?) with Maureen, and since that day any thoughts of having a serious discussion with her about the degrading way she talks to and treats me at times were out the window. This was by far the most fulfilling and arousing sexual relationship I’d ever had, and there was no way I was going to risk ending it’s continuation, no matter what!

Thankfully I had little contact or necessary communication with Max, which was fine and the next best thing to him being out of the picture entirely, but my thought that Maureen was in a monogamous relationship with him was mistaken. Several times when I was allowed the privilege of being in her presence and was massaging Maureen’s feet or doing some cleaning task, I heard her talking on the phone to someone by the name of Jesse.

From the conversation I could tell they were lovers, and my heart sunk as I figured this meant that Maureen was having hot sex with another guy while I was used as her trained servant and go-fer who was only given the reward of worshiping her feet. One day, however, the phone rang and Maureen told me to get it and take a message, since she was busy. I answered as she had trained me to, but was totally unprepared for what happened.

“Hello, you have reached Miss Maureen’s mansion, humble Henry here - may I ask who’s calling?” I said, and heard a coarse but definitely female voice let out a derisive laugh before replying “yeah wimp, you can tell ‘Miss Maureen’ that Jesse says she better get her ass in gear, ‘cause waiting ain’t one of my strong suits - you got that?”

I overcame my momentary sense of shock and replied that I would relay the message, ending by saying “...at once, Miss Jesse” as a sign of respect and deference, but was even more shocked when she replied “cut the ‘Miss Jesse’ bullshit, wimp, you refer to me as Sir or Sir Jesse, you got that?” I humbly apologized and assured her I did, before rushing to convey her message to a laughing Maureen.

They had tickets to a Pink Floyd concert, and I was still working on overcoming my surprise after Jesse arrived as she and Maureen engaged in one of the longest and hottest kisses I’d ever seen standing inside the front door while I knelt obediently in front of them. When they finally separated Maureen looked down at me and ran down a list of things I was to have completed by the time she returned, and I nodded my head respectfully as the list grew even longer than usual (probably as a way of showing off her dominance over me).

Maureen commented that she needed to bathe her feet before they could leave because she’d been walking around barefoot and had stepped in something when she was taking out the garbage, prompting Jesse to complain that they needed to leave soon to get good seats. Alright, Maureen said as she smiled down at me, and I saw Jesse’s grin turn to a sneer as she looked down at me as well and realized what Maureen was thinking. With a snap of her fingers followed by pointing down at her foot and the one word command: LICK!, Maureen’s grin grew as I disregarded the dangerous unknown of what it was she had stepped in and obediently bent over and began bathing her foot.

“On your back, fool, I said I stepped in something, not that something fell on top of my foot!” Maureen admonished me with mock anger, and I apologized as I flipped over quickly even as I imagined she was probably show boating a little to impress Jesse.

At first placing her bare foot sole over my face to allow me to lick it clean, Maureen’s foot pivoted and in the next instant Jesse had stepped up onto my chest even as she maintained her lip lock with Maureen! I should mention that Jesse is about six inches shorter than Maureen’s five foot ten inch height, and similar to Maureen in having a pretty perfect body type - not too slim and not too heavy. So even though Jesse probably didn’t weigh more than 120 pounds, it was quite a surprise to have her suddenly step up onto me with all of her weight!

Maureen soon seemed to forget that my face was under her foot as she began moaning with desire and pressing down hard onto my tongue, trapping it against my teeth as she began transferring more of her weight onto my upturned face. Jesse was wearing boots with three inch heels that were pretty thick and not pointed, but as I heard her get more turned on kissing Maureen she began tilting the sole of her shoe up and digging the sharp edge of her heel into my chest with all of her weight!

My suffering was intense as I could taste the blood from my torn tongue as Maureen continued to cram the ball of her bare foot down against my teeth and trap my tongue beneath it, even as Jesse clearly delighted in digging her boot heels deep into my chest while she continued to stand on me and kiss Maureen. They both were obviously very much into each other, and my suffering body beneath them was their added aphrodisiac!

[stivalo]

absolutely great!

[cyberwop]

Man another all time great story from faceseat4jeans. Thanks Chief keep it going.

[Sauur]

GREAT story! :)

BTW faceseat4jeans, have you given any thoughts to doing a story together? I think we could do something pretty awesome.

[grizley]

Great continuation. I just love 2 gals on a guy stories. Please continue.

[faceseat4jeans]

I was on the verge of passing out from the pain and lack of oxygen as over 250 combined pounds in the form of two foxy females standing on my chest and stomach in a passionate embrace were trampling the life out of me, when at the last moment I felt a flush of freedom as Maureen first mashed her foot down powerfully into my stomach one last time and sadistically drove all the air out of my lungs, before finally stepping off my face. Looking up through blurred vision through my tear-filled eyes, I saw her reach her hand out to Jesse encouraging her to step off my chest, where she was using her full weight to dig the sharp edges of her heels deep into my sternum - OOWWW!

“That was a blast!” Jesse said to Maureen as she finally accepted her invitation and stepped off my bruised and bleeding chest, and their ensuing embrace and kiss seemed even more charged than usual. I shuddered silently as I surmised that their enhanced excitement was a result of torturing me, and that their arousing experience would ensure many “repeat performances”! Sure enough, I heard Maureen and Jesse talk about different possibilities and ways of causing me maximum suffering under their feet and giggling with excitement, while they embraced as they stood next to my bruised body lying at their feet.

They spoke as if I wasn’t even there, until Jesse mentioned that they had better leave so as to get good seats for the concert and Maureen finally looked down, acknowledging me as she spoke: “alright asshole, fun time’s over, there’s a list on the kitchen table of your work to get done around here before we get back. Since even we don’t know when that’ll be, you better get busy on it right away - like NOW!” and she emphasized her final command with a powerful kick to my thigh - YOUCH! I scrambled away rubbing my bruised body as they both laughed.

I worked non-stop scrubbing and cleaning and polishing, and finally the place was spotless and all neat and clean. Exhausted, I had just collapsed on the floor in relief and was saying a silent prayer of thanks that I had gotten Maureen’s place all done before she and Jesse returned when there was a knock on the door.

When I opened the door and saw Beth standing there, my heart sunk. I had been going out with Beth for the past year, but gradually stopped calling her or returning her calls as I spent more and more time serving Maureen. What was she doing here?

Beth was a petite but well-endowed young woman about ten years younger than me who was beautiful but very insecure. Although my true inner desires were to be submissive, I had been horny and eager to bed the physically sexy Beth so I’d used my practiced phony outward image of being in control and self confident to impress and seduce her in our dating. Now I couldn’t bear to have her see me in my current subservient role, but didn’t know what I could do!

When Beth started screaming my name and saying that she knew I was in there as she pounded on Maureen’s outer door with her fists I feared bothering the neighbors, so I flung the door open and pulled her inside. After calming her down with a quick hug and a kiss, I was just getting into an elaborate spontaneously improvised story about how I’d been so busy helping this handicapped neighbor out with her chores that I haven’t had time for anything else and that I’d call her the next day, when the front door opened and Maureen and Jesse walked in!

Poor Beth was intimidated by Maureen’s expressed outrage, backed up by Jesse’s tough attitude and reinforced by my shameful shying away from the confrontation. “What the frig is this, wimp-ass?” Maureen shouted at me as I cowered and backed away. “I leave you here with simple instructions to clean my place, and you use the time to bring one of your floozies over? You weasel, I’m gonna kick your ass into next week!” she said as she grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me towards her until my chest was pressed up against her breasts, staring into my eyes with a sadistic smile before POW! driving her knee hard right up into my groin!

“No, please don’t hurt him!” I heard Beth exclaim from somewhere above me as I lay crumpled in agony on the floor at their feet, and when I looked up through my tears of pain I saw the eager expression in Jesse’e eyes as she grabbed Beth’s hair in both her fists and brought her head down quickly even as she brought her knee up hard to meet Beth’s face - UNGH!

Just as the pain from Maureen’s murderous knee-mash of my man-meat began to fade while I continued to groan in agony, her shoe pressed down on my neck silencing my moans and pinning me to the floor at her feet. Beth had collapsed beside me after Jesse’s cruel facial knee-smash knocked her senseless, and when she started to wail Jesse planted her boot sole down on Beth’s neck as well to choke off her cries.

In no time Maureen and Jesse had through tandem torture choked and stomped the truth out of me and Beth about who she was and what she was doing there, and then they began discussing what to do with us even as they continued to pin us down under their feet. “Hey girl, you’ve already got that wimp slavin’ for you, I think I’m gonna let this lesbo learn a lick or two about servin’ me, heh heh heh!” Jesse joked, and Maureen joined in her laughter as they held us down under their superior soles.

Maureen and Jesse continued to casually talk to each other even as they each pinned me and Beth under their feet, and though I felt if I grabbed her ankles or even just twisted my body I could throw Maureen off, I didn’t dare. I sensed Beth felt the same way regarding Jesse, and it suddenly it occurred to me: Beth was a sub like me!

It was soon decided by Maureen and Jesse’s conversation that Beth would indeed become the property of Jesse, and Maureen made it clear as she spoke down to Beth that although she could come and go as she needed to she knew there would be no trouble caused by her...or her precious Henry would pay the price! As she said this Maureen increased the weight on her shoe sole trapping my throat under it, and I felt my face redden and my eyes bulge as her full weight was gradually transferred onto the foot standing on my neck!

Argh! Gasp! My air was cut off completely and now I knew even if I wanted to I couldn’t budge Maureen’s foot off my neck. Little stifled whimpers came from my mouth as I felt my consciousness fading fast, when suddenly from my eyes clouded with tears I saw Jesse step off Beth’s neck. With a silent signal from Maureen as she snapped her fingers and pointed down at her foot crushing my neck, I watched in amazement as Beth quickly crawled over and began kissing Maureen’s shoe even as it continued to crush my throat!

And so an understanding was born. I continued to serve Maureen and Max as their cuckolded slave, paying for their dates from dinners to the theatre, often renting a classy limo to drive them around. If Maureen was feeling generous I would be allowed to worship her feet and/or footwear, and for this privilege I was used and abused in various ways - from having my head or face used as her “stepping-stone” to bring Maureen up closer to Max’s six foot, two inch height for agonizingly (for me!) long kisses and make-out sessions, to having to tongue-bathe Maureen’s bare feet after she’d walked around barefoot outside all day.

As much as I hated slaving for Maureen in front of Max, when she spent time with Jesse and her sub partner “bottom Beth” my feelings of despair were in some ways even worse, and to my horror seemed to be evolving into something even more shameful as Jesse was turning Beth into a lesbian - a lesbian who had a murderous grudge against a certain former male lover of hers!