Franchise
12-09-2006, 2:26 AM
This story is 100% fiction. Any resemblance to any person, whether living or dead, or any real events, is purely co-incidental.
All characters appearing in this story are aged 18 or over. If you’re reading this, you should be too.
The author is not responsible for any damages resulting from this work.
Chapter Two
Danielle had hung up her phone, but her feet remained firmly pressed down on my face. I could feel the warmth from her feet, almost glowing through her thin socks, small beads of sweat now forming between them and my face. I carried on take deep, slow breaths as I wondered what was next for me.
“Don’t just lie there,” Danielle said after a while, “Rub my feet, don’t just smell them. God, how lazy are you?!”
I tried to mumble an apology, already accepting that this would be our relationship from now on, but the words got caught in between her toes. I put my hands up in the air and curled them softly around one of her feet. I began to rub and stroke them gently, softly, feeling out their exact shape as Danielle lifted them partially off my face according to where my hands went, shifting the pressure point as she did so.
I lost myself in the task. I knew it was around mid-afternoon but I was damned if I knew the exact time. I was snapped out of my fantasy world by a knocking on the door. Danielle lifted her feet off my face and looked down at me.
“Well answer it then, slave!” she said as if I was stupid.
I picked myself up off the floor and made to stand up. Danielle’s foot kicked me forcibly in the ass as I tried to though, sending me back down on to all fours.
“You crawl when you’re in this room, bitch!” she added.
I felt embarrassed; of course I did, as I crawled over to the door, ready to open it and greet – Which was it? – Whilst on my knees. I didn’t need to worry though. I reached up to twist the handle on the door and then pulled it back. The first thing my eyes fell on were the black pumps worn by the newcomer. They looked like they were in pretty good condition, with a short but potent heel titling them up slightly. My gaze travelled upwards, almost in slow motion, as I followed her nylon-covered legs up to the knee length skirt and then the black, designer tee shirt she was wearing. I knew who it was before I even looked up to see Kate’s face staring down at me, wearing a look of near-triumph. She had her own unique style and it suited her very well, at least in my opinion. Neither of the girls had to dress like sluts because they got all the attention they could possibly need anyway.
Kate walked straight in without even verbally acknowledging me kneeling before her, I had to shuffle backwards to get out of her way, almost falling over in the process.
“So you weren’t joking, huh?” Kate said to Danielle, almost congratulating her on her new property.
“Would I lie about that?” Danielle said, “Hey, take a seat on the bed and watch…”
Kate walked over to Danielle’s bed and sat on the edge of it. Danielle turned to me, saying “Well slave, you’re not just gonna leave your guest over there are you? I think her shoes look pretty messed up, how about you?” she said when seeing my uncertainty about what to do.
Now Kate lived in the same block as us, so she hadn’t even walked outside to get here, and her shoes were in pretty damn good condition, as I already said. So I knew that this wasn’t a shoe-cleaning task, but rather just one to humiliate me and make me “public property”. But who was I to argue? I had come this far; they could ruin my life for the next three years if this got out. I crawled over to Kate. She had one leg crossed over the other, so one of her feet was higher off the ground. I twisted my head round so I was facing the bottom of her shoes and brought my tongue out, pressing it against the surface.
“Woaaaaaah!” Danielle cried. “Wait a minute! Bitch boy, did you ask Kate before you did that?” Danielle was sat across the room from me, but Kate made sure it didn’t go unpunished by giving me another kick in the side of my face.
“I’m sorry Danielle.” I replied. “Kate, may I please clean your shoes for you?”
“Try again, loser.” Danielle said. “Show her a bit of damn respect. She’s “Goddess Kate” to you now!”
Oh God, I was so humiliated.
Glowing red, I tried again. “Goddess Kate, please allow me to clean your shoes for you?”
Kate just laughed at my face. “What a worthless bitch you are. Fine, go ahead foot boy, let’s see what you can do!”
And so I twisted my head back round once more, so I could face her soles. I began to lick, this time without stoppages, at the bottom of her shoe. They were smoother, the soles had no pattern on them, unlike Danielle’s trainers, but they were still made of a hard, firm material. My tongue visibly shined the areas it had licked, the saliva glistening against the extremely thin layer of dust that must have naturally gathered there. As I pushed my lips around the small heel and began tonguing it rapidly, I became aware of how much I was enjoying the experience. Kate was sat above me, already ignoring my humiliation as she conversed with Danielle. Kate had only turned 18 in the later summer, so I knew I was the best part of a year older than she was, and I think that only added to it.
Once I had finished licking the sole, edges, tips and heel of Kate’s shoes spotlessly clean my tongues movement naturally began to slow down. Instinctively, Kate switched her legs round, so the other one was crossed over the one I had just worshipped. Presented with a new shoe to clean, I got back to work at once. The same as before. Not a word passed between us, I just did it.
As I lay flat on the ground, Kate’s heel digging into the side of my mouth as I tried to wrap my tongue around it, I found myself listening to their discussion. They were making plans to go out tonight, I hoped without me. I couldn’t bare to get that public this soon. I returned to my task of cleaning the heel, pushing it gently back out my mouth with the tip of my tongue when I was finished.
Kate slammed it back in my face, although not as hard as she could.
“Hey bitch, you have alcohol in your room, right? Well it’s ours now. Go fetch!” she said, laughing. I hated to think what these two could do to me when drunk.
“Yeah, you got 30 seconds, so hurry the fuck up!” Danielle said, and both girls burst into fits of laughter when they saw me jump up and run towards the door. I was nothing more than a plaything.
I sprinted all the way downstairs to my room, racing to grab the bottle of vodka that was my only alcoholic drink. There was no way it could be done in 30 seconds, but I had the feeling it wasn’t meant too. I raced back and knocked on the door that had been shut since I left.
“Who is it?” I heard Danielle say innocently.
“It’s me, Mike,” I replied. “Please open up.”
“We don’t know anyone called Mike.” She said, and I heard them both laughing again.
“Oh please Dan – Goddess Danielle!” I said, catching myself in time.
“We don’t know a Mike” she insisted. “We do know a loser foot slave though. Is that you?”
“Yes, yes I said.” I wanted to get inside before someone saw this. “Please let me in.”
“You’ll have to try a bit harder than that!”
“Please, Goddess Danielle, let me in. I’m your loser foot slave, please let me in Goddess!” I said, becoming desperate.
And the door opened. I fell to my knees and crawled in, presenting them with the unopened bottle of vodka. Danielle took it and put it up on her desk, above my reach.
“You’re late,” Kate said. I knew there was no point in protesting. “And slaves who disobey orders need to be punished!”
I was told to lie on my back. Right down on the ground, like the dirty slave I was. Danielle poured a glass of vodka for herself and for Kate. I didn’t think they were the type of ladies to drink in the afternoon, but I wasn’t about to argue.
“You’re about to learn never to fuck up an order again, loser!” Kate promised. Without further word of warning, or any indication of what she was about to do, Kate jumped up and landed both of her heels full-weight into my stomach. I let out a pathetic scream of pain as Kate stood up on my stomach, virtually balancing on her heels, which I could feel digging into my body.
“Now maybe you’re gonna learn, huh?” she said, smiling. She hopped off suddenly; I took gasps of air as I felt the weight lifted. Not that Kate was at all overweight, but you cannot underestimate the power of a person standing on you, their entire weight bearing down on your stomach, especially when it’s focussed between two tiny heels.
I gasped to get as much air in as possible. “I’m sorry, Goddess Ka-“ I tried to say, but Danielle had then walked up and jumped up on my chest. Wearing only trainers, she didn’t have to worry as much about her balance, so she put a little more effort into really stamping down on my rib cage. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t regain the air I had just let out when Danielle jumped on me. I could feel my face burning red, I needed to calm down and regain composure but I couldn’t, because Danielle kept stamping her feet down on my chest.
Mercifully, after about a minute, she stopped and took a step back, standing on my stomach. I was sure Kate’s heels must have cut into my skin, as Danielle’s weight caused the marks to sting unbearably.
“Hey Kate,” she called, “There’s room for two on this loser. I think he might have to lose a bit of weight!” she giggled.
Kate dutifully stepped up, now standing on my chest, where Danielle had been. Her heels pressed down fiercely into my ribcage, as she stood, facing Danielle. I watched on, thankful they had stopped moving round. All I could see was Kate’s back, her perfect ass, and I found myself getting rock hard even though I should have been focussing on trying to breathe. It’s hard to let any air in when you have two Goddesses trampling you into the carpet.
Danielle stepped forwards, just the edge of her heel now pressing into the cuts, and I saw her hands wrap around Kate’s waist. What the fuck, I wondered, intrigued. Was I hallucinating, about to pass out? No way. This was real. Danielle and Kate, the two Goddesses I would now worship for the next 3 years, were stood on my upper body, now locked in a passionate kiss. Not a second thought for me, but fuck, that turned me on. They weren’t drunk, they’d only had a glass each, but the moment seemed to have swept them along.
They stepped off me, together. Danielle landed a sharp kick into my crotch for effect. I bolted upright in pain, but Kate’s foot forced me back down. I wasn’t a match for these two on any level.
“You seem so shocked, loser.” Danielle said, smiling, mocking me. “You didn’t think you’d ever be good enough for us, did you?” she laughed. “There’s gonna be a whole load of ladies in this town who’ll love to use you just like this, and you’re gonna serve whoever the fuck I tell you too!”
Kate’s foot was still on my head. I was a trophy of her dominance.
“We have to get ready to go out tonight.” Danielle explained.
“But you’re not coming” Kate added, matter-of-factly. “You’ve got a whole lotta work to do, we’ll try and leave you a list!”
“Now go back to wherever it is that loser slaves like to spend their time. You’ll get instructions before we go out. Oh, and I think you know that you better follow them to the word, right bitch?”
I didn’t say anything. Kate took her foot off my head and I began to crawl towards the door, as I had been told to always do. I felt a shoe hit me on the ass before it shut behind me. I got up and walked back to my room, my head spinning.
All characters appearing in this story are aged 18 or over. If you’re reading this, you should be too.
The author is not responsible for any damages resulting from this work.
Chapter Two
Danielle had hung up her phone, but her feet remained firmly pressed down on my face. I could feel the warmth from her feet, almost glowing through her thin socks, small beads of sweat now forming between them and my face. I carried on take deep, slow breaths as I wondered what was next for me.
“Don’t just lie there,” Danielle said after a while, “Rub my feet, don’t just smell them. God, how lazy are you?!”
I tried to mumble an apology, already accepting that this would be our relationship from now on, but the words got caught in between her toes. I put my hands up in the air and curled them softly around one of her feet. I began to rub and stroke them gently, softly, feeling out their exact shape as Danielle lifted them partially off my face according to where my hands went, shifting the pressure point as she did so.
I lost myself in the task. I knew it was around mid-afternoon but I was damned if I knew the exact time. I was snapped out of my fantasy world by a knocking on the door. Danielle lifted her feet off my face and looked down at me.
“Well answer it then, slave!” she said as if I was stupid.
I picked myself up off the floor and made to stand up. Danielle’s foot kicked me forcibly in the ass as I tried to though, sending me back down on to all fours.
“You crawl when you’re in this room, bitch!” she added.
I felt embarrassed; of course I did, as I crawled over to the door, ready to open it and greet – Which was it? – Whilst on my knees. I didn’t need to worry though. I reached up to twist the handle on the door and then pulled it back. The first thing my eyes fell on were the black pumps worn by the newcomer. They looked like they were in pretty good condition, with a short but potent heel titling them up slightly. My gaze travelled upwards, almost in slow motion, as I followed her nylon-covered legs up to the knee length skirt and then the black, designer tee shirt she was wearing. I knew who it was before I even looked up to see Kate’s face staring down at me, wearing a look of near-triumph. She had her own unique style and it suited her very well, at least in my opinion. Neither of the girls had to dress like sluts because they got all the attention they could possibly need anyway.
Kate walked straight in without even verbally acknowledging me kneeling before her, I had to shuffle backwards to get out of her way, almost falling over in the process.
“So you weren’t joking, huh?” Kate said to Danielle, almost congratulating her on her new property.
“Would I lie about that?” Danielle said, “Hey, take a seat on the bed and watch…”
Kate walked over to Danielle’s bed and sat on the edge of it. Danielle turned to me, saying “Well slave, you’re not just gonna leave your guest over there are you? I think her shoes look pretty messed up, how about you?” she said when seeing my uncertainty about what to do.
Now Kate lived in the same block as us, so she hadn’t even walked outside to get here, and her shoes were in pretty damn good condition, as I already said. So I knew that this wasn’t a shoe-cleaning task, but rather just one to humiliate me and make me “public property”. But who was I to argue? I had come this far; they could ruin my life for the next three years if this got out. I crawled over to Kate. She had one leg crossed over the other, so one of her feet was higher off the ground. I twisted my head round so I was facing the bottom of her shoes and brought my tongue out, pressing it against the surface.
“Woaaaaaah!” Danielle cried. “Wait a minute! Bitch boy, did you ask Kate before you did that?” Danielle was sat across the room from me, but Kate made sure it didn’t go unpunished by giving me another kick in the side of my face.
“I’m sorry Danielle.” I replied. “Kate, may I please clean your shoes for you?”
“Try again, loser.” Danielle said. “Show her a bit of damn respect. She’s “Goddess Kate” to you now!”
Oh God, I was so humiliated.
Glowing red, I tried again. “Goddess Kate, please allow me to clean your shoes for you?”
Kate just laughed at my face. “What a worthless bitch you are. Fine, go ahead foot boy, let’s see what you can do!”
And so I twisted my head back round once more, so I could face her soles. I began to lick, this time without stoppages, at the bottom of her shoe. They were smoother, the soles had no pattern on them, unlike Danielle’s trainers, but they were still made of a hard, firm material. My tongue visibly shined the areas it had licked, the saliva glistening against the extremely thin layer of dust that must have naturally gathered there. As I pushed my lips around the small heel and began tonguing it rapidly, I became aware of how much I was enjoying the experience. Kate was sat above me, already ignoring my humiliation as she conversed with Danielle. Kate had only turned 18 in the later summer, so I knew I was the best part of a year older than she was, and I think that only added to it.
Once I had finished licking the sole, edges, tips and heel of Kate’s shoes spotlessly clean my tongues movement naturally began to slow down. Instinctively, Kate switched her legs round, so the other one was crossed over the one I had just worshipped. Presented with a new shoe to clean, I got back to work at once. The same as before. Not a word passed between us, I just did it.
As I lay flat on the ground, Kate’s heel digging into the side of my mouth as I tried to wrap my tongue around it, I found myself listening to their discussion. They were making plans to go out tonight, I hoped without me. I couldn’t bare to get that public this soon. I returned to my task of cleaning the heel, pushing it gently back out my mouth with the tip of my tongue when I was finished.
Kate slammed it back in my face, although not as hard as she could.
“Hey bitch, you have alcohol in your room, right? Well it’s ours now. Go fetch!” she said, laughing. I hated to think what these two could do to me when drunk.
“Yeah, you got 30 seconds, so hurry the fuck up!” Danielle said, and both girls burst into fits of laughter when they saw me jump up and run towards the door. I was nothing more than a plaything.
I sprinted all the way downstairs to my room, racing to grab the bottle of vodka that was my only alcoholic drink. There was no way it could be done in 30 seconds, but I had the feeling it wasn’t meant too. I raced back and knocked on the door that had been shut since I left.
“Who is it?” I heard Danielle say innocently.
“It’s me, Mike,” I replied. “Please open up.”
“We don’t know anyone called Mike.” She said, and I heard them both laughing again.
“Oh please Dan – Goddess Danielle!” I said, catching myself in time.
“We don’t know a Mike” she insisted. “We do know a loser foot slave though. Is that you?”
“Yes, yes I said.” I wanted to get inside before someone saw this. “Please let me in.”
“You’ll have to try a bit harder than that!”
“Please, Goddess Danielle, let me in. I’m your loser foot slave, please let me in Goddess!” I said, becoming desperate.
And the door opened. I fell to my knees and crawled in, presenting them with the unopened bottle of vodka. Danielle took it and put it up on her desk, above my reach.
“You’re late,” Kate said. I knew there was no point in protesting. “And slaves who disobey orders need to be punished!”
I was told to lie on my back. Right down on the ground, like the dirty slave I was. Danielle poured a glass of vodka for herself and for Kate. I didn’t think they were the type of ladies to drink in the afternoon, but I wasn’t about to argue.
“You’re about to learn never to fuck up an order again, loser!” Kate promised. Without further word of warning, or any indication of what she was about to do, Kate jumped up and landed both of her heels full-weight into my stomach. I let out a pathetic scream of pain as Kate stood up on my stomach, virtually balancing on her heels, which I could feel digging into my body.
“Now maybe you’re gonna learn, huh?” she said, smiling. She hopped off suddenly; I took gasps of air as I felt the weight lifted. Not that Kate was at all overweight, but you cannot underestimate the power of a person standing on you, their entire weight bearing down on your stomach, especially when it’s focussed between two tiny heels.
I gasped to get as much air in as possible. “I’m sorry, Goddess Ka-“ I tried to say, but Danielle had then walked up and jumped up on my chest. Wearing only trainers, she didn’t have to worry as much about her balance, so she put a little more effort into really stamping down on my rib cage. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t regain the air I had just let out when Danielle jumped on me. I could feel my face burning red, I needed to calm down and regain composure but I couldn’t, because Danielle kept stamping her feet down on my chest.
Mercifully, after about a minute, she stopped and took a step back, standing on my stomach. I was sure Kate’s heels must have cut into my skin, as Danielle’s weight caused the marks to sting unbearably.
“Hey Kate,” she called, “There’s room for two on this loser. I think he might have to lose a bit of weight!” she giggled.
Kate dutifully stepped up, now standing on my chest, where Danielle had been. Her heels pressed down fiercely into my ribcage, as she stood, facing Danielle. I watched on, thankful they had stopped moving round. All I could see was Kate’s back, her perfect ass, and I found myself getting rock hard even though I should have been focussing on trying to breathe. It’s hard to let any air in when you have two Goddesses trampling you into the carpet.
Danielle stepped forwards, just the edge of her heel now pressing into the cuts, and I saw her hands wrap around Kate’s waist. What the fuck, I wondered, intrigued. Was I hallucinating, about to pass out? No way. This was real. Danielle and Kate, the two Goddesses I would now worship for the next 3 years, were stood on my upper body, now locked in a passionate kiss. Not a second thought for me, but fuck, that turned me on. They weren’t drunk, they’d only had a glass each, but the moment seemed to have swept them along.
They stepped off me, together. Danielle landed a sharp kick into my crotch for effect. I bolted upright in pain, but Kate’s foot forced me back down. I wasn’t a match for these two on any level.
“You seem so shocked, loser.” Danielle said, smiling, mocking me. “You didn’t think you’d ever be good enough for us, did you?” she laughed. “There’s gonna be a whole load of ladies in this town who’ll love to use you just like this, and you’re gonna serve whoever the fuck I tell you too!”
Kate’s foot was still on my head. I was a trophy of her dominance.
“We have to get ready to go out tonight.” Danielle explained.
“But you’re not coming” Kate added, matter-of-factly. “You’ve got a whole lotta work to do, we’ll try and leave you a list!”
“Now go back to wherever it is that loser slaves like to spend their time. You’ll get instructions before we go out. Oh, and I think you know that you better follow them to the word, right bitch?”
I didn’t say anything. Kate took her foot off my head and I began to crawl towards the door, as I had been told to always do. I felt a shoe hit me on the ass before it shut behind me. I got up and walked back to my room, my head spinning.