charlie
08-28-2002, 4:14 AM
Part 2.
It was a lovely sunny day, so Slave Charlie set out some chairs in the back garden, and went about preparing some light snacks for his Mistress and Madam Sara. He was incredibly excited about meeting Madam and worshipping Mistress Rachel in front of her. The humiliation he felt when being dominated in front of other people was immense, and he loved it. Slave Charlie believed in female supremacy and longed for the day when it would be the norm that he could serve his Mistress in public.
About an hour later, the front doorbell rung – Slave Charlie was already in his position, laying as a doormat in front of the door. Mistress Rachel strolled to the door from the living room, stepping on Slave Charlie as though he were not there – her heels digging into his chest as she opened the door. On the other side, was Madam Sara,– she smiled as the door opened, and greeted Mistress Rachel. She was quite shocked to see Slave Charlie on the floor – Rachel had told her a little about her slave, but she had yet to see it. There it was, lying on the floor under Rachel!! Slave Charlie’s head was still covered in the leather hood, but aside from that he was naked, with his penis still erect in the cock ring.
“So, this is your slave then Rachel – I’m looking forward to seeing what he is capable of today – here I brought some wine.” Immediately Slave’s arm reached up from below his Mistress to take the wine from Madam Sara.
“Its good to see you Sara – come in, feel free to wipe your shoes on the doormat – Slave has set up some chairs in the garden, as its such a nice day I thought we would spend some time out back.” Replied Mistress Rachel. With that, Mistress stepped off Slave Charlie, and walked through to the back garden. Madam came in, and wiped the soles of her shoes on Slave Charlie’s hair – she felt a little awkward, but enjoyed the sensation of being able to treat someone so badly. She then followed Mistress Rachel to the garden. Slave then shut the door and crawled through to the garden on his hands and knees, and proceeded to pour the superior women a glass of wine each. Mistress Rachel and her friend then began to talk, totally ignoring Slave for about 30 minutes, though sometimes Madam would look down at him, lying on the floor by Mistress Rachel’s feet.
“So how long has he been your slave now?” asked Madam Sara.
“Well, its been about 6 months now – sometimes he goes back home to see his family, but he would rather be here serving me, so its only occasional. Its wonderful having him around, I do nothing in the house anymore, and he’s cheap to maintain – I feed him cheap dog food and my leftovers and it keeps him going” replied Mistress.
“That’s amazing – and he came to you about this – and offered himself as your slave?”
“Yeah, that’s right – Slave, tell Sara why you worship me.”
“Yes Mistress. Ever since I was young I have been interested in women’s feet – I used to smell my sisters socks when I was a kid, and growing up, would often sneak into her room and lick her shoes clean and smell her tights. I thought she was superior to me, and that I wanted to be her slave. When I was a teenager I realised that my sister was not the correct choice for obvious reasons. Luckily I spoke to Mistress Rachel about it once, and she eventually accepted me as her slave. I now exist purely to worship her and make her life more pleasurable.” Slave Charlie answered.
“And he’ll do anything you command him to?”
“Yes, anything. I have complete control over him – I’ve actually trained him – see that little cock of his – its erect because he is in my presence and wants to serve me. Outside of my presence, it gets even smaller, and he does not feel sexual excitement. Like he said, he has always been into feet. He begs me to let him anywhere near my feet – having him beg to lick the perspiration and dirt from my feet after I have been at work all day is so funny! Slave – what is your favourite food?”
“Your toe-jam and toe-nail clippings Mistress. They taste wonderful Mistress.” Replied Slave Charlie.
“Indeed. Sometimes I let the toe-jam inbetween my toes collect so that he can have a special treat from time to time. You should see his cock then, its pathetic how excited he gets. I have to punish him if he indulges himself in my absence though – he smells my socks and tights when he is cleaning them, so I normally punish him for that. I came home from work once and he had fallen asleep amongst the smelly sock, tights and stockings he was cleaning for me – I’ve never seen someone sleep happier. I like having him around – you’re a Slave to my feet aren’t you, slave?
“Yes Mistress, I am a slave to your feet. Serving you is the greatest honour, thank you for letting me be your slave.” Madam Sara could see in his eyes he meant it. He really worshipped Rachel.
The afternoon continued like this for an hour or so, Mistress and Madam gossiping, whilst Slave either fetched them drinks and snacks, or merely waited patiently at his Mistresses feet. Madam Sara asked Mistress Rachel if she minded her smoking a cigarette, and asked for an ashtray. “Sure, go ahead – use the slave as an ashtray – slave – take your position” replied Mistress Rachel. Slave Charlie shuffled beside Madam Sara and, kneeled, then held his head backwards with his mouth as wide as he could open it. “You’ve got to be kidding!” Madam Sara exclaimed. “No, really, go ahead, its one of the things he is trained to do when guests are around – just tap your ash into his mouth, he’ll see to it from there. Feel free to burn it too, he has quite a high pain threshold.” With that, Madam Sara started smoking her cigarette. Once it had burnt a bit, and the ash was in danger of falling to the ground, she would hold it an inch or so above Slave Charlie’s gaping mouth and tap the cigarette, dropping the ash onto his tongue. Every time that Madam Sara did this, Slave Charlie thanked her. Madam Sara started to really enjoy having this pathetic slave to demean, and whilst talking to Mistress Rachel, would often blow her smoke into his face, instructing him to breath it in. Once again, Slave Charlie thanked Madam Sara for the honour, and truly felt privileged. “Look at his cock” said Mistress “he loves it, its his role in life to be dominated and humiliated by women. Look at it bulge – if he were not wearing that cock ring he would be cumming every five minutes. Sometimes I let him clean my dirty feet without it on, he normally cums inside three minutes! Its hilarious! He enjoys being an ashtray for my friends” With that, Madam Sara looked down at Slave Charlie, kneeling at her feet, smiled wickedly, then stubbed the cigarette out on his tongue. He winced with pain, but knew he had to do a good job. She wiggled it on his tongue for a few seconds, then dropped the dog end onto his tongue. “Eat” she commanded, to which Slave Charlie immediately obeyed and began chewing the remains of the cigarette, before swallowing. Once it was gone, he again thanked Madam Sara.
As the afternoon turned into the evening, Mistress Rachel, Madam Sara and Slave Charlie moved into the house. Mistress and Madam relaxed in the living room whilst Slave started preparing dinner for his owner and her guest. Slave Charlie felt positive about how the day had been going – he thought he had pleased Mistress Rachel with his behaviour infront of Madam Sara, and that he had served as a competent ashtray. His tongue was still sore from the burning ash and having the cigarette put out on his tongue, but it was a sensation he loved as there was not many better ways to be of practical use to a superior female. He hoped that Mistress Rachel would reward him for his performance today, perhaps by letting him tongue clean the bath after she had showered, or by allowing him release – the highest privilege was when Mistress Rachel actually wanked him off, milking her pet. As he continued preparing dinner, he noticed Mistress Rachel’s mules by the back door. She had recently worn them out into the back garden, and they were in need of a clean. Mistress Rachel’s new trainers were there too, they were very cute and sexy. He would grovel at Mistress Rachel’s feet later for the honour of cleaning them both with his slave tongue.
Once dinner was prepared, Slave Charlie took it through to his Mistress and Madam. He had prepared a nice meal, and served them throughout, fetching drinks, anything that he was ordered to get. When not actively serving he began cleaning up the kitchen and waiting for the call from his Mistress. It did not take long.
TBC...
It was a lovely sunny day, so Slave Charlie set out some chairs in the back garden, and went about preparing some light snacks for his Mistress and Madam Sara. He was incredibly excited about meeting Madam and worshipping Mistress Rachel in front of her. The humiliation he felt when being dominated in front of other people was immense, and he loved it. Slave Charlie believed in female supremacy and longed for the day when it would be the norm that he could serve his Mistress in public.
About an hour later, the front doorbell rung – Slave Charlie was already in his position, laying as a doormat in front of the door. Mistress Rachel strolled to the door from the living room, stepping on Slave Charlie as though he were not there – her heels digging into his chest as she opened the door. On the other side, was Madam Sara,– she smiled as the door opened, and greeted Mistress Rachel. She was quite shocked to see Slave Charlie on the floor – Rachel had told her a little about her slave, but she had yet to see it. There it was, lying on the floor under Rachel!! Slave Charlie’s head was still covered in the leather hood, but aside from that he was naked, with his penis still erect in the cock ring.
“So, this is your slave then Rachel – I’m looking forward to seeing what he is capable of today – here I brought some wine.” Immediately Slave’s arm reached up from below his Mistress to take the wine from Madam Sara.
“Its good to see you Sara – come in, feel free to wipe your shoes on the doormat – Slave has set up some chairs in the garden, as its such a nice day I thought we would spend some time out back.” Replied Mistress Rachel. With that, Mistress stepped off Slave Charlie, and walked through to the back garden. Madam came in, and wiped the soles of her shoes on Slave Charlie’s hair – she felt a little awkward, but enjoyed the sensation of being able to treat someone so badly. She then followed Mistress Rachel to the garden. Slave then shut the door and crawled through to the garden on his hands and knees, and proceeded to pour the superior women a glass of wine each. Mistress Rachel and her friend then began to talk, totally ignoring Slave for about 30 minutes, though sometimes Madam would look down at him, lying on the floor by Mistress Rachel’s feet.
“So how long has he been your slave now?” asked Madam Sara.
“Well, its been about 6 months now – sometimes he goes back home to see his family, but he would rather be here serving me, so its only occasional. Its wonderful having him around, I do nothing in the house anymore, and he’s cheap to maintain – I feed him cheap dog food and my leftovers and it keeps him going” replied Mistress.
“That’s amazing – and he came to you about this – and offered himself as your slave?”
“Yeah, that’s right – Slave, tell Sara why you worship me.”
“Yes Mistress. Ever since I was young I have been interested in women’s feet – I used to smell my sisters socks when I was a kid, and growing up, would often sneak into her room and lick her shoes clean and smell her tights. I thought she was superior to me, and that I wanted to be her slave. When I was a teenager I realised that my sister was not the correct choice for obvious reasons. Luckily I spoke to Mistress Rachel about it once, and she eventually accepted me as her slave. I now exist purely to worship her and make her life more pleasurable.” Slave Charlie answered.
“And he’ll do anything you command him to?”
“Yes, anything. I have complete control over him – I’ve actually trained him – see that little cock of his – its erect because he is in my presence and wants to serve me. Outside of my presence, it gets even smaller, and he does not feel sexual excitement. Like he said, he has always been into feet. He begs me to let him anywhere near my feet – having him beg to lick the perspiration and dirt from my feet after I have been at work all day is so funny! Slave – what is your favourite food?”
“Your toe-jam and toe-nail clippings Mistress. They taste wonderful Mistress.” Replied Slave Charlie.
“Indeed. Sometimes I let the toe-jam inbetween my toes collect so that he can have a special treat from time to time. You should see his cock then, its pathetic how excited he gets. I have to punish him if he indulges himself in my absence though – he smells my socks and tights when he is cleaning them, so I normally punish him for that. I came home from work once and he had fallen asleep amongst the smelly sock, tights and stockings he was cleaning for me – I’ve never seen someone sleep happier. I like having him around – you’re a Slave to my feet aren’t you, slave?
“Yes Mistress, I am a slave to your feet. Serving you is the greatest honour, thank you for letting me be your slave.” Madam Sara could see in his eyes he meant it. He really worshipped Rachel.
The afternoon continued like this for an hour or so, Mistress and Madam gossiping, whilst Slave either fetched them drinks and snacks, or merely waited patiently at his Mistresses feet. Madam Sara asked Mistress Rachel if she minded her smoking a cigarette, and asked for an ashtray. “Sure, go ahead – use the slave as an ashtray – slave – take your position” replied Mistress Rachel. Slave Charlie shuffled beside Madam Sara and, kneeled, then held his head backwards with his mouth as wide as he could open it. “You’ve got to be kidding!” Madam Sara exclaimed. “No, really, go ahead, its one of the things he is trained to do when guests are around – just tap your ash into his mouth, he’ll see to it from there. Feel free to burn it too, he has quite a high pain threshold.” With that, Madam Sara started smoking her cigarette. Once it had burnt a bit, and the ash was in danger of falling to the ground, she would hold it an inch or so above Slave Charlie’s gaping mouth and tap the cigarette, dropping the ash onto his tongue. Every time that Madam Sara did this, Slave Charlie thanked her. Madam Sara started to really enjoy having this pathetic slave to demean, and whilst talking to Mistress Rachel, would often blow her smoke into his face, instructing him to breath it in. Once again, Slave Charlie thanked Madam Sara for the honour, and truly felt privileged. “Look at his cock” said Mistress “he loves it, its his role in life to be dominated and humiliated by women. Look at it bulge – if he were not wearing that cock ring he would be cumming every five minutes. Sometimes I let him clean my dirty feet without it on, he normally cums inside three minutes! Its hilarious! He enjoys being an ashtray for my friends” With that, Madam Sara looked down at Slave Charlie, kneeling at her feet, smiled wickedly, then stubbed the cigarette out on his tongue. He winced with pain, but knew he had to do a good job. She wiggled it on his tongue for a few seconds, then dropped the dog end onto his tongue. “Eat” she commanded, to which Slave Charlie immediately obeyed and began chewing the remains of the cigarette, before swallowing. Once it was gone, he again thanked Madam Sara.
As the afternoon turned into the evening, Mistress Rachel, Madam Sara and Slave Charlie moved into the house. Mistress and Madam relaxed in the living room whilst Slave started preparing dinner for his owner and her guest. Slave Charlie felt positive about how the day had been going – he thought he had pleased Mistress Rachel with his behaviour infront of Madam Sara, and that he had served as a competent ashtray. His tongue was still sore from the burning ash and having the cigarette put out on his tongue, but it was a sensation he loved as there was not many better ways to be of practical use to a superior female. He hoped that Mistress Rachel would reward him for his performance today, perhaps by letting him tongue clean the bath after she had showered, or by allowing him release – the highest privilege was when Mistress Rachel actually wanked him off, milking her pet. As he continued preparing dinner, he noticed Mistress Rachel’s mules by the back door. She had recently worn them out into the back garden, and they were in need of a clean. Mistress Rachel’s new trainers were there too, they were very cute and sexy. He would grovel at Mistress Rachel’s feet later for the honour of cleaning them both with his slave tongue.
Once dinner was prepared, Slave Charlie took it through to his Mistress and Madam. He had prepared a nice meal, and served them throughout, fetching drinks, anything that he was ordered to get. When not actively serving he began cleaning up the kitchen and waiting for the call from his Mistress. It did not take long.
TBC...