aussiefootslave
02-05-2003, 9:27 PM
Part 3
When we got home it was almost time for supper. Mrs. B. took one look at me and told me that I was a mess and that I’d better get cleaned up before we ate. She made some comment about boys being such dirty creatures and how she was glad that she had two girls and I thought to myself “if she only knew!” I showered with the bathroom door locked. I didn’t want any surprise visits from Patty or Janice and I thought maybe I’d ask Mrs. B. if I could sleep downstairs on the couch tonight, instead of in the girl’s room. We all had to get up tomorrow morning for church, anyway, so it should be alright. When I got dried off and dressed and opened the door, there was Patty standing in the hall.
“You’re sleeping in our room tonight slave, so don’t even think about trying to get away from us; you belong to us and we’re going to play with you as long as we want. Do you understand slave?” she asked.
I knew she wasn’t really asking; she was telling me and I answered “yes Mistress Patty.”
Supper was normal and I thought we would sit in the living room and watch TV until bedtime, but Janice had other plans. While Patty was on the phone with Roberta, giggling about me and what they had done to Scotty Hanson, Janice said that I would play dolls with her. I wondered if Scotty was still laying out in that field or, if he had been able to get help or home alright. In fact, he was on his way right then to the hospital as Mr. Dobbins had only just found him.
I played dolls with Janice. This time, we played with her “real” dolls, and not with paper ones. She only had one male doll, “Ken” and that was who I used while she used Barbie, Heather and Kim. She made me make Ken a slave to the three girl dolls. He had to kiss their feet and they walked on him in their high heel shoes. He had to call them Mistress and wait on them hand and foot. I could see this a model for my own future life and I’m sure Janice saw herself as the Goddess to be worshipped by me and a host of adoring male slaves. Around ten we tired of playing, or should I say, Janice did, and we went to watch TV with her parents.
While she went to the TV room, I was sent to the kitchen to get each of us a soda. I could see Patty in the next room, still talking on the phone, and as I went to the refrigerator. I heard her mention my name to whoever she was talking to this time. I crept closer to the door and listened.
“That’s right, he actually kissed our feet right there in Bertram’s park……uh uh….he knelt down and said, “I’m your slave Mistress Patty” and then he bowed down and kissed my feet…..he did the same with Janice and Roberta and all the other girls there….uh, uh….,” she giggled and snickered.
I gasped. Now she was spreading the word to someone else. My life, I thought, was over. Of course, as I’ve said, they really didn’t tell very many people and the secret was pretty well kept. I found out later, she was telling our cousin Katie, who lived in Chicago. I wouldn’t see Katie for another six months, but that’s another story. I grabbed the two sodas and hustled back to Janice in the TV room.
She spread her legs out on the couch so that I had no where to sit except on the floor. Her mother said, “Janice, make room for Larry on the couch.” Janice looked at me and asked, “you don’t mind sitting on the floor, do you Larry; my feet are tired.” I agreed that the floor would be just fine and I sat at her feet for an hour and a half waiting for bed time.
Finally it was time to hit the sack and I was terrified. The three of us went upstairs and Patty and Janice used the bathroom first. They went in together and I could hear them giggling about something as I waited in the hall. Finally they came out, wearing long pajama tops but no bottoms. I went in and peed, put on pajamas, brushed my teeth, and sat for quite a while on the toilet, imagining that they would go to sleep and I would not have to kiss their feet or tell them I was their slave. It didn’t work. When I made it to the bedroom, they were both sitting on the bed, waiting for me.
Janice spoke first, “you better take off those pajamas boy!”
Then Patty, “yeah, and get down on your knees.”
I obeyed. I pulled off the pajamas I had just put on and dropped to my knees before the two girls. I knew that this is where I would be for the rest of my life. “You know what to do, so do it!” said Patty.
With trembling voice I uttered those words that had become my litany, “I am your slave Mistress Patty and Mistress Janice.” I bowed down before Patty and kissed each of her bare feet. I then moved my face to the floor before Janice and kissed each of her bare feet. I stayed on the floor before them hoping that they would let me go to sleep now.
Janice said, “get up on your knees slave; Patty had a new idea that she told me about in the bathroom; it’s sort of a bathroom idea,” and she giggled. She said, “we’ve never had a boy give us a French kiss so we want you to French kiss us, do you know how?”
I was suspicious. Why would they want me to French kiss them; I was their slave. I kissed their feet. Besides I was positive that Patty had French kissed boys before; maybe Janice had too. Surely, Janice didn’t want my foot licking tongue in her mouth. I said, “I know what a French kiss is; it’s when you stick your tongue in; if that’s what you want, I’ll do it.”
Patty said, “good, me first since it was my idea,” and she stood up and turned her butt to my face. “Pull up my pajamas, kiss and lick my buttocks, and then stick your tongue in my hole.”
I choked when she said this. I couldn’t believe it! She was going to make me kiss her ass. Not just that, she wanted me to stick my tongue up her butt. No way could I bring myself to do such a gross thing! I backed up on my knees and turned my face away from her butt.
Crack! I yelped. Janice had hit me across the back with her belt. The metal tip hurt like crazy. “You better do what we tell you to do or we’ll not only tell everyone what you are, we’ll beat you just like we beat Scotty,” warned Janice. “Get your face back here and start kissing my butt, slave!” said Patty.
I had no choice, Janice would beat the crap out of me; I’d seen what they did to Scotty and I didn’t want to be in the hospital. I didn’t want my friends to know that a couple of girls had beaten me up or that I had kissed their feet and become their slave. I had no choice.
I walked back to her on my knees and held the hem of her pajama top. My hands actually trembled a little as I raised her top and exposed her bare butt. It was beautiful; round cheeks, firm, creamy white, and smooth as silk. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all! “Kiss my butt, slave,” insisted Patty. I leaned forward and pressed my moist lips to her right cheek and kissed. Janice began laughing out loud, “he’s not just a foot kisser; he’s a butt kisser too!”
When we got home it was almost time for supper. Mrs. B. took one look at me and told me that I was a mess and that I’d better get cleaned up before we ate. She made some comment about boys being such dirty creatures and how she was glad that she had two girls and I thought to myself “if she only knew!” I showered with the bathroom door locked. I didn’t want any surprise visits from Patty or Janice and I thought maybe I’d ask Mrs. B. if I could sleep downstairs on the couch tonight, instead of in the girl’s room. We all had to get up tomorrow morning for church, anyway, so it should be alright. When I got dried off and dressed and opened the door, there was Patty standing in the hall.
“You’re sleeping in our room tonight slave, so don’t even think about trying to get away from us; you belong to us and we’re going to play with you as long as we want. Do you understand slave?” she asked.
I knew she wasn’t really asking; she was telling me and I answered “yes Mistress Patty.”
Supper was normal and I thought we would sit in the living room and watch TV until bedtime, but Janice had other plans. While Patty was on the phone with Roberta, giggling about me and what they had done to Scotty Hanson, Janice said that I would play dolls with her. I wondered if Scotty was still laying out in that field or, if he had been able to get help or home alright. In fact, he was on his way right then to the hospital as Mr. Dobbins had only just found him.
I played dolls with Janice. This time, we played with her “real” dolls, and not with paper ones. She only had one male doll, “Ken” and that was who I used while she used Barbie, Heather and Kim. She made me make Ken a slave to the three girl dolls. He had to kiss their feet and they walked on him in their high heel shoes. He had to call them Mistress and wait on them hand and foot. I could see this a model for my own future life and I’m sure Janice saw herself as the Goddess to be worshipped by me and a host of adoring male slaves. Around ten we tired of playing, or should I say, Janice did, and we went to watch TV with her parents.
While she went to the TV room, I was sent to the kitchen to get each of us a soda. I could see Patty in the next room, still talking on the phone, and as I went to the refrigerator. I heard her mention my name to whoever she was talking to this time. I crept closer to the door and listened.
“That’s right, he actually kissed our feet right there in Bertram’s park……uh uh….he knelt down and said, “I’m your slave Mistress Patty” and then he bowed down and kissed my feet…..he did the same with Janice and Roberta and all the other girls there….uh, uh….,” she giggled and snickered.
I gasped. Now she was spreading the word to someone else. My life, I thought, was over. Of course, as I’ve said, they really didn’t tell very many people and the secret was pretty well kept. I found out later, she was telling our cousin Katie, who lived in Chicago. I wouldn’t see Katie for another six months, but that’s another story. I grabbed the two sodas and hustled back to Janice in the TV room.
She spread her legs out on the couch so that I had no where to sit except on the floor. Her mother said, “Janice, make room for Larry on the couch.” Janice looked at me and asked, “you don’t mind sitting on the floor, do you Larry; my feet are tired.” I agreed that the floor would be just fine and I sat at her feet for an hour and a half waiting for bed time.
Finally it was time to hit the sack and I was terrified. The three of us went upstairs and Patty and Janice used the bathroom first. They went in together and I could hear them giggling about something as I waited in the hall. Finally they came out, wearing long pajama tops but no bottoms. I went in and peed, put on pajamas, brushed my teeth, and sat for quite a while on the toilet, imagining that they would go to sleep and I would not have to kiss their feet or tell them I was their slave. It didn’t work. When I made it to the bedroom, they were both sitting on the bed, waiting for me.
Janice spoke first, “you better take off those pajamas boy!”
Then Patty, “yeah, and get down on your knees.”
I obeyed. I pulled off the pajamas I had just put on and dropped to my knees before the two girls. I knew that this is where I would be for the rest of my life. “You know what to do, so do it!” said Patty.
With trembling voice I uttered those words that had become my litany, “I am your slave Mistress Patty and Mistress Janice.” I bowed down before Patty and kissed each of her bare feet. I then moved my face to the floor before Janice and kissed each of her bare feet. I stayed on the floor before them hoping that they would let me go to sleep now.
Janice said, “get up on your knees slave; Patty had a new idea that she told me about in the bathroom; it’s sort of a bathroom idea,” and she giggled. She said, “we’ve never had a boy give us a French kiss so we want you to French kiss us, do you know how?”
I was suspicious. Why would they want me to French kiss them; I was their slave. I kissed their feet. Besides I was positive that Patty had French kissed boys before; maybe Janice had too. Surely, Janice didn’t want my foot licking tongue in her mouth. I said, “I know what a French kiss is; it’s when you stick your tongue in; if that’s what you want, I’ll do it.”
Patty said, “good, me first since it was my idea,” and she stood up and turned her butt to my face. “Pull up my pajamas, kiss and lick my buttocks, and then stick your tongue in my hole.”
I choked when she said this. I couldn’t believe it! She was going to make me kiss her ass. Not just that, she wanted me to stick my tongue up her butt. No way could I bring myself to do such a gross thing! I backed up on my knees and turned my face away from her butt.
Crack! I yelped. Janice had hit me across the back with her belt. The metal tip hurt like crazy. “You better do what we tell you to do or we’ll not only tell everyone what you are, we’ll beat you just like we beat Scotty,” warned Janice. “Get your face back here and start kissing my butt, slave!” said Patty.
I had no choice, Janice would beat the crap out of me; I’d seen what they did to Scotty and I didn’t want to be in the hospital. I didn’t want my friends to know that a couple of girls had beaten me up or that I had kissed their feet and become their slave. I had no choice.
I walked back to her on my knees and held the hem of her pajama top. My hands actually trembled a little as I raised her top and exposed her bare butt. It was beautiful; round cheeks, firm, creamy white, and smooth as silk. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all! “Kiss my butt, slave,” insisted Patty. I leaned forward and pressed my moist lips to her right cheek and kissed. Janice began laughing out loud, “he’s not just a foot kisser; he’s a butt kisser too!”