The Bassit Family

[gary111]

This is my first try at writting a story. Please let me know what you think and if I should keep going.

Thanks Gary

[PapaSan]

please continue the great work:D

[ladiesinsole]

Excelent,

Yes please do continue.:D

[fslaveus]

absolutely great story. please continue

[cyberwop]

Great. More more.

[PapaSan]

Can't wait so read what happened that day,, till dinner time.. wnah girls first see theyr dad like this.

[PapaSan]

Can't wait so read what happened that day,, till dinner time.. wnah girls first see theyr dad like this.

[solelicker]

I can dig this all day and night. This is one of the best stories of any foot/trample related material in a long, long time. I KNOW it gets even better from here !!!

Keep up the good work, man.

[PapaSan]

Please don't keep us waiting this long... please

[flatworm00]

Good story so far, keep it up!

[PapaSan]

Please,, please.. continue this hreat story ;)

[gary111]

Sorry I'm so slow, my Mistress had a lot for me to do over the Holidays. I will finish up part two in a few days. Mrs. Bassit has left for the Gym and the daughters are coming downstairs, mom has left a note explaining why dad can't talk.

see ya soon
gary

[PapaSan]

Please give him some little free tome to finish the storie.

Best regards

[PapaSan]

Please continue this great story

[PapaSan]

please please please

[virgosuper]

where is ther story

[redbeard]

What happened to the story?

[pepe3z]

Where is the story ???

[PapaSan]

Please Please

[Syphonboy]

What a wonderful story~~
O and where's the story?

[aniket]

Exactly where is the story????? And what's with the "Great Story", "Please Continue?????? :confused: :confused: :confused: :confused:

[uktoesucker]

Seems attachments don't last for ever here, so here it is again.

TS.

[PapaSan]

It's a great story...

it should be continued

[PapaSan]

Please please

[heelinrug]

:confused: I always seem to be a day late and a dollar short...What happened to the story...

[aussiefootslave]

could someone please please possibly re-post this story if they have it...I am sure it would be much appreciated by so many...thanks in advance...

[slimjim]

hi everyone.. this is what I have of the stoyr.. don't know if there is more, but I found it on my computer... it is a very good story from what I have... enjoy !!


.The Bassit family wasn't your average family. George Bassit was very wealthy, in his fifties and retired. Back twenty years ago he had gotten his nineteen year old secretary pregnant and married her, Megan was a beautiful blond a little thing about five two, a hundred and five pounds. The pregnancy resulted in the birth of twins Lisa, and Lori one year later their third daughter Heather was born.

Early in the marriage Megan and George started fooling around with female domination. George loved to obey and worship his petite young wife and Megan got kick out of being able to dominate someone twice her size. Megan would have the nanny take their two young daughters out for the day and call George home from the office telling him to be ready to serve. Their favorite scene would have Megan putting on her riding outfit walking out to the stables and stepping in the muddy stalls. She would then track the mud on the foyer floor to the foot of the the stairs leading to the upstairs, sit down two or three stairs up and wait for her hubby. George would soon appear from the servant's entrance dressed up like a French maid carrying a bucket, a rag and his toothbrush. The rich executive now turned maid would drop to his knees and start to clean up the mess his young wife had made. The sissy would dutifully dip his tooth brush into the pail of water scrub each foot print then wipe it dry with the rag slowly following the trail to his Mistress's boot clad feet. While he scrubbed Megan would lean back and laugh at the ridicules site before her verbally humiliating him telling him what a loser he was. When George finally reached the stairs the fun really began Megan extended her booted foot, the sole was still soiled with mud and who knows what else "clean" was her only command. Her male maid extended his tongue and started to lick the bottom of her boot clean and swallow what ever came off making him choke and Megan laugh. When he was done Megan inspected each boot and was amazed at how good a job her hubby did. "Let me see your tongue" it was covered with the filth from her boots "good boy" she laughed as she spit in his face "follow me upstairs" George crawled behind his little tormentor

When they reached the master suite Megan sat on the edge of the bed as her husband went to the bathroom returning with a bar of Ivory soap and bowl of water. He knelt in front of his wife and began to wash his mouth out with the soap, sucking on it like a cock, licking it what ever it took to scrub the filth from his tongue. When he finished he lapped water from the bowl like a dog to rinse his mouth, he opened his mouth for her inspection "not good enough" and he would have to repeat the process over again. When his mouth had been cleaned to her satisfaction she had him remove one of her boots to reveal a small and beautiful nylon clad foot. The sweet smell of sweat and leather would fill the room, the nylons Megan would wear for these games were never washed and were worn repeatedly. When booth boots where off she would have her husband lower his top to expose his chest, with a special set of clamps she would hang her boots from his nipples George would whence as the sharp teeth bit into his skin. The young Mistress would then tie her maid's hands behind his back and seat herself on a overstuffed chair she would relax and have her hubby crawl to her feet . In the floor in front of Megan's chair was cement square imbedded with stones George was forced to kneel on this square. His Mistress would then cross her legs and give him permission to worship her sweaty feet, to perform this task George would have to lean forward at an awkward angle causing him great pain. Megan's heavy boots would hang straight down from his nipples not quite touching the floor, the sharp stones would tear into his knees. What a site this made a beautiful petit lady sitting comfortably in a throne like chair and a man dressed as a maid in tatters bowing before her. To add to his pain she would playfully use the foot that wasn't being kissed to kick the boots hanging from his tits, but with all five of his wife's nylon covered toes in his mouth it was all worth it.

As the Bassit daughters grew up they were kept unaware of their parent's games but were already developing dominant personalities. They never had to lift a finger around the house the Bassit's always had housekeeper's gardeners, and stable help to take care of things. The twins Lisa and Lori loved to ride the horses and always would just leave the care of the horses to the stable help. They would change from whatever shoes or boots they would wear riding to their two hundred-dollar sneakers and expect them to be cleaned and polished along with the rest of the tack. Heather the youngest daughter was into modeling she was very beautiful and in demand at a lot of the local shows. With all the attention showered on her she had turned into quit the little brat.

Megan started to ease her daughters into female superiority the day Heather their youngest started high school. The Bassits had a big family meeting where George explained that with all three girls in high school and his financial situation being so good he was going to semi retire and spend more time at home. Megan explained that things were going to change somewhat. Most of the help was going to be let go and everybody would have chores to do. The girls did not like the way that sounded and mumbled their disapproval, but their mom cheered them up quickly telling them the only chore they would have to perform would be to get straight A's in school, something they already did with out much trouble. Mr. Bassit spoke next and said that he really wanted to get away from being in charge and making all the decisions now that he was going to be away from his business and thought that it would be good for his health if Megan was in charge. Now it was moms turn to talk she was going to run the household and make the day to day decisions, Mr. Bassit with his new found free time was going to assume the menial task's around the house. Organizing and cleaning the stables, yard work, cleaning the house, even doing the family laundry. Lori one of the twins laughed a little and said dad was going to have more work now that he was retired and that they would try to be neater. Both mom and dad said nonsense every one had their own chores to do and that kids life style shouldn't change. Megan added that if they thought it was their responsibility to help their dad go ahead, but every Friday everyone would be judged on how well they completed their task for the week any failures would be punished. Heather just smiled and said you're on your own dad.

The first week of the new arrangement started, normally George would have left for the office before any one else would have gotten out of bed. Today he was there to help Megan get ready for her tennis match and work out at the gym. He laid out her tennis clothes while she showered a short white skirt and panties sleeveless top Reebok shoes and socks. As Megan was stepping out of the shower her husband was pulling her gym bag out from under the bed so he could pack her work out clothes, he noticed that there was something in it. He turned his head and Megan's and his eyes meet there was a smile on her face as he opened the bag to find the sweaty cloths left in there since Friday. Megan snickered and told him that he wasn't starting his housemaid's duties very well and that there would have to be some sort of punishment for his laziness at the end of the week. Megan also made the decision that the girls would get their first look at how the rules would be enforced, she told George he would have to put her rancid socks in mouth and keep them there till dinner time.