patheticus555
10-26-2007, 6:31 AM
Part 9 – The Novelty Slave
And so the showroom of ‘Rent-A-Slave’ now had two of its ‘best’ footslaves temporarily out of action – slaves Pierre and Stephen.
Fortunately for two of the potential customers of ‘Rent-A-Slave’ at least, namely 23 year old miss Trinity and 22 year old miss Floella, that wasn’t a problem. They were looking not for a footslave in the prime of life, but for a novelty slave – a fun slave for their 25 year old friend Ruby’s hen night – and miss Samantha, one of the showroom assistants, knew she had just the slave for them!
Slave Alfredo had recently turned 80 years old. He had been a footslave all his adult life, but had only been in the employ of ‘Rent-A-Slave’ for the past 10 years or so since his lifelong mistress had disposed of him when he had started to outlive his usefulness to her.
Slave Alfredo was lucky. His mistress could have just thrown him out into the street when she had replaced him with a newer model. But instead she had decided to get some money for him – and selling him to ‘Rent-A-Slave’ had been the best option all round. The company was always looking for ‘novelty’ slaves for hen nights; birthday parties etc – and slave Alfredo fitted the bill perfectly: old, decrepit; ugly; and ultra-submissive towards superior young women.
As they looked down at him in his showroom-cage (slave Alfredo was, of course, like all footslaves in the showroom kept tethered in his cage on his hands and knees), the mistresses Trinity and Floella couldn’t help laughing at the pitiful sight of the decrepit, submissive old man:
‘Ha! Ha! Ruby’s gonna love him, innit?’ exclaimed Trinity. ‘What a wrinkly old wimp! I’ll bet he can’t wait to get his wrinkly lips on our pretty, feminine shoes!’
From his humble kneeling position, head suitably bowed to the floor, slave Alfredo could see out of the corner of his eye that the young woman who had just spoken was wearing a bright blue mini-skirt and strappy, blue high-heeled leather shoes on her soft, white, bare feet. Even from an angle he noticed some redness around the backs of her heels where her new shoes had obviously been rubbing.
You’re not wrong, young mistress, he thought to himself. I would truly be honoured to kiss your superior shoes and feet. Please let me soothe those red heels for you with my slave tongue!
He thought it but, of course, he was in no position to say it!
‘Yeah!’ agreed the other young woman, who appeared to be chewing gum, ‘What a dweeb! I hope he likes the smell of girls’ sweaty socks for I can’t wait to rub my socked feet in his ugly, wrinkly old face, innit?’
This second young woman was black and was wearing black culottes that came down to just below her shapely knees, black, scuff-marked sneakers and black, footie-style cotton socks - the elasticated tops of which were just showing above the upper rim of her sneakers. Ever one for an eye to detail when it came to young woman’s footwear, slave Alfredo noticed also that the black sock on the young black woman’s left foot was lower at the back than the one on her right foot. It had evidently slipped further down into her sneaker-heel than its counterpart.
Oh please, young mistress, please permit me to straighten your black ankle socks for you after you rub your sweaty socks in my face, thought Alfredo – again, wisely, keeping his thoughts to himself.
‘Ha! Ha! Let’s take him, Flo! Like I said, Ruby will love having him serving at her feet tonight, innit? I just know she’ll be up for it!’ said the white girl.
The black girl, whom slave Alfredo now knew to be ‘mistress Flo’, still nonchalantly and noisily chewing her gum, agreed:
‘Cool! Even if Rubes isn’t up for it I sure as hell am!’
And so, the deal was done. Mistress Samantha unlocked slave Alfredo’s cage and pulled him out by his chain that was connected to a metal collar around his neck which had the company logo on it, before handing the chain to miss Trinity.
‘What time do we have to bring him back?’ Trinity asked the showroom-assistant.
‘Whenever you like, miss’ responded miss Samantha politely. ‘He’s yours for as long as you wish although please remember that we charge by the hour.’
‘Cool!’ replied Trinity, ‘we’ll try to get him back here by 09:00 tomorrow morning, innit?’
‘That’s fine. Enjoy!’ chirped Samantha happily, as slave Alfredo, clad only in his slave shorts, neck collar and chain, was lead away by mistresses Trinity and Floella towards the car park.
‘Where shall we put him? In the boot?’ queried the young white woman, whose red-chapped heels in shiny, blue, high-heeled shoes slave Alfredo was crawling directly behind. He liked the way the hard skin at the back of the young woman’s heels creased and folded as they wobbled in her spiked heels in front of his face.
‘Nah, I want him lying in the back under my dirty sneakers, innit?’ exclaimed miss Floella. ‘There’s a lot of dirt on them sneakers and he might as well lick the soles clean while we drive to the bar. After all, we wanna get our money’s worth, innit?’
It was a fair point – so miss Trinity agreed that slave Alfredo could lie in the back of the car under her friend Floella’s black sneakers whilst she drove the 5 miles or so to the city centre bar where they would be meeting up with their girlfriends for Ruby’s hen-night - including the star guest herself, of course, miss Ruby.
The pretty young black woman ordered slave Alfredo to crawl into the back of the car and then stretch out on his back on the floor. The dirty floor of the car felt rough on his wrinkly old, octogenarian back. He now saw miss Flo masticating her chewing gum as she sat above him, her pretty face staring down at him with what could only be described as a mixture of contempt and dominance etched into her features. He noticed that she also had a pretty nose-stud in the side of her nose.
She looked sexy, powerful and arrogant, but sadly it was a view that quickly disappeared as it was replaced by the beige coloured, ribbed sole of her dirty right sneaker resting on his upturned face. As Trinity started the car engine in the front, miss Floella barked her orders down at slave Alfredo:
‘You, the slave! Lick the filth off the bottom of my shoe, and make sure you remove that stuck-on gum at the front, innit? It’s been there for, like, weeks!’
Slave Alfredo had already noticed the blackened piece of chewing gum his young mistress was referring to. It appeared to be well ingrained into the beige treads of her sneaker-sole, and he knew from bitter experience that it would require a lot of effort with his tongue to get it out. He would first have to try softening it with his slave saliva and then might even have to try using his false teeth to scrape it off the shoe!
He wondered whether the offending piece of gum had come from miss Flo’s own pretty mouth, or whether it had belonged to someone else. Not that it really mattered. He was a mere slave, and was honoured to be allowed the privilege of tasting any dirty chewing gum that graced the sole of a young black woman’s sneaker.
‘Yes, miss, at once mistress Flo!’ he humbly muffled under the tread of her dirty sneaker sole.
The black sneaker was immediately raised and brought crashing down again on his prone and vulnerable upturned face:
‘Dirty slave! How dare you refer to me as “mistress Flo”! Only my friends are allowed to call me “Flo”, innit? And you’re not my friend, old man. You’re just my dirty shoe-licking slave, and don’t you forget it, ugly pig!’
Slave Alfredo heard the other young woman laughing in the front of the car as she revved up the engine and switched on the radio:
‘Ha! Ha! That’s right, Flo. You tell ‘im. Kick ‘im again, innit?’
Mistress ‘Floella’ duly obliged, leaving slave Alfredo in no doubt that he owed the young woman a fulsome apology:
‘Oh pray, mistress Floella, please forgive this dirty old slave his insolence. This slave begs your forgiveness, sweet feminine young mistress!’
Judging by the fact that the area of the sneaker sole with the offending piece of chewing gum stuck to it was now resting over his slave lips again, slave Alfredo surmised that his apology had, temporarily at least, been accepted.
Best now to just get on with the job in mouth – and lick and scrape away at the dirty, black gum.
He felt the vibrations of the car engine under his neck as the car sped off. He hoped the young female driver, whose name he was still not a party to, would be able to drive carefully in her high-heels! He certainly wouldn’t want to be killed in a car crash. He enjoyed his life too much!
Fortunately the traffic into the town appeared to be quite heavy – which slowed the young woman driver down and had the added benefit of allowing slave Alfredo more time to work on the chewing gum on miss Floella’s sneaker sole. She appeared to be quite disinterested in his work, content to just listen to the dance music emanating from the car stereo and to look out the window as she continued to chew on the fresh gum inside her pretty black mouth whilst slave Alfredo attempted to consume the stale gum that was on her pretty black sneaker.
After some twenty minutes or so, however, she decided it was time to inspect his work. She suddenly reached down and, without untying the laces, pulled off her
right sneaker, leaving her black-socked foot resting on slave Alfredo’s upturned face.
As miss Floella inspected the sole of her sneaker, slave Alfredo inspected the sole of her well-worn black sock. He could see little areas, especially on the underside of the toes, where the material of the black cotton was either grey or wearing away completely. Yes, these were a favourite and well-worn pair of sneaker socks, an impression reinforced by the unmistakable aroma of young-woman socksweat that now engulfed his slave nostrils.
Miss Floella had earlier promised him that she would be rubbing her socked foot in his face, and that was exactly what she now did, still examining the sole of her right sneaker and chewing her gum.
Slave Alfredo was aware that he had not been entirely successful in removing every last trace of the gum that was stuck to the sole of mistress Floella’s sneaker. He braced himself for some criticism, but was saved by the fact that the car had now, seemingly, arrived at its destination in the town centre. Mistress Floella, and her friend, were evidently anxious to get a few drinks down them in the bar, as miss Floella hurriedly put her sneaker back on, and merely grabbed slave Alfredo’s chain, before opening the back door and stepping out onto the pavement with slave Alfredo back over on his stomach and following in tow at her sneakered heels.
To his consternation, not only had he not had time to remove the blackened chewing gum from his young lady’s sneaker-sole, but nor had he had the opportunity to straighten her black sneaker socks for her. As a result the sock in the left sneaker had now all but disappeared at the back, whilst the elasticated top of the right sock could still be clearly seen.
Of course, it could only still be clearly seen by slave Alfredo. Nobody else would notice it, or care about it, not even miss Floella herself.
It was getting dark outside as the two young women walked, and slave Alfredo crawled on his hands and knees, across the car park attached to the noisy bar full of young people. Incidentally, even if slave Alfredo had been permitted to, he would have been quite unable to walk upright. That’s what comes of living your entire adult life on your hands and knees as a footslave. You can’t get up off your knees.
As the trio entered the bar and headed towards the table where the rest of the hen party were gathered they were greeted with cheers and wolf whistles. One young woman, whom slave Alfredo guessed to be mistress Ruby, the young woman who was about to be wed, put her hands up to her mouth and kept repeating the words ‘Oh my God! Oh my God!’
There was, indeed, great merriment and laughter all around him as the kneeling footslave tried to take in the various feet and footwear of the girls of the hen party.
In a split second his well-honed footslave powers of observation established that there were 7 young women in total now seated at the round bar table.
Aside from the two young women who had brought him from the showroom, miss Floella and the other young white woman with the bright blue strappy high-heels and red-chapped heelflesh, whose name he still didn’t know, there was a young woman in, stiletto-heeled, zip-up, black leather knee-length boots. She was also wearing a very short yellow mini-skirt on what appeared to be bare legs.
Then there was another young woman (they nearly all appeared to be in their early to mid twenties) who was wearing smart, white, stiletto pumps on bare feet under a pair of very short white hotpants. Though it wasn’t his place to think so, slave Alfredo couldn’t help but notice that this young mistress had truly great legs!
Then there was another young woman with dumpier legs who was wearing pink ballet flats with little pink bows attached to the uppers over the toes, pink patterned ankle socks, and pink culottes similar in style to the black pants of mistress Floella. Dumpy or not, slave Alfredo found this young woman equally attractive as the leggy girl in the white stilettos.
Seated next to her was another slightly older woman. Slave Alfredo could just tell she was older by the sound of her voice as she laughed rather raucously. Hmm…a heavy smoker, he thought! This woman ,whom he guessed to be in her late thirties, and therefore from his perspective still young, appeared to have come dressed as a tart – black fishnet tights in shiny, red, stiletto shoes and a bright, red mini-skirt.
What slave Alfredo didn’t know was that Patricia, for that was the woman’s name, always dressed like that. For she was not a tart. She was just ‘mutton dressed as lamb’ – not that it was any of slave Alfredo’s business how she dressed, for she was the superior woman and he was just the inferior, male slave.
And then, last but not least, there was the ‘hen’ herself – mistress Ruby – actually quite conservatively dressed for a hen party in white mini-skirt, black opaque tights or possibly leggings, and black, zip-up, block-heeled, ankle boots with some pretty patterned stitching around the uppers.
‘Where on earth did you find him?’ exclaimed the latter incredulously as miss Floella deposited slave Alfredo under the table at Ruby’s booted feet.
Mistress Trinity laughed:
‘Ha! Ha! Meet your new footslave, Rubes. He’s all yours for the night, innit? Isn’t he a hunk!’
The whole pub appeared to break into hysterical laughter.
‘Aww… I think he’s really cute!’ exclaimed the young woman in the pink ballet flats and bright pink socks. ‘We should call him “slave Pops”!’
Again – raucous laughter.
‘Susan, don’t be so disrespectful!’ chided the girl in white stiletto heels. ‘He’s, like, old enough to be your granddad, or something! Your great granddad even!’
‘Ha! Ha! You’re not wrong, Jessica! I know, we should call him “great grandslave, innit?” shouted the young woman in the strappy blue stilettos who had driven him here.
Everyone, even mistress Susan, appeared to agree:
‘Ha! Ha! That’s brilliant Trinity! “Great grandslave” it is!’ decreed mistress Ruby.
At last I know my chauffeuse’s name, thought slave Alfredo. Mistress Trinity. He still hadn’t kissed her red-chapped heels, though, and he was longing to, just as he was longing to pay slavish homage to miss Jessica’s white stilettos!
‘I’ll tell you what, Rubes, he likes the smell of girls’ sweaty socks!’ exclaimed mistress Floella above the general din. ‘I had him sniffing my socks in the car on the way here, innit?’
‘Ha! Ha! Cool! You all have permission to use my slave, tonight, ladies!’ declared an exuberant miss Ruby. ‘I’m not wearing socks myself, but if you want to have him sniff your socks, Susan, be my guest!’
She was referring to miss Susan’s bright pink patterned ankle socks inside her pink ballet flats. For her part miss Susan seemed a bit embarrassed at the prospect of taking off her shoes in order to have the old slave smell her socks in public. She turned a bright shade of pink herself to match her socks – not that slave Alfredo could see it. He was dutifully staring at mistress Ruby’s black ankle boots.
‘Well, if you don’t want him as a sock-sniffer I’ll have him, Susan!’ exclaimed the young woman in the black, spike-heeled knee-length boots and yellow mini skirt. ‘I’m wearing socks inside these boots, and it’s so hot in here they must be reeking, innit?’
The girls all laughed, as slave Alfredo found himself wondering what colour the girl’s socks might be inside her knee-length leather boots – black to match her boots? Or perhaps yellow to match her mini-skirt? It was just one of the many frustrations of being a footslave – the not knowing!
‘Honestly, Angelica, we don’t want to see or smell your dirty socks this evening,’ joked the older woman in the group, mistress Patricia, slurring her words. ‘Besides I quite fancy having great grandslave sniffing the toes of my fishnets!’
Again, there was raucous laughter. Some of these women were already quite drunk, thought slave Alfredo.
‘Ha! Ha! Guys! Guys! I think that Rubes should have first use of the slave, innit? After all, it is her big night!’ opined miss Trinity.
‘What do you think, girls? Should I have him take off my boots and suck my sweaty toes?’ asked mistress Ruby.
Everyone seemed to think that she should, and so she pulled slave Alfredo from under the table by his collar and chain and swung her legs out where everyone could see them:
‘Great grandslave, I want you to unzip my ankle boots and suck my bare toes clean. Make sure you suck away all the sweaty toe jam as I don’t want anything spoiling my big day tomorrow, innit?’
‘Yes mistress. At once Mistress.’ Slave Alfredo had decided, following his earlier encounter with mistress Floella, not to call mistress Ruby by her first name at all. You can’t go far wrong with a simple ‘Yes, mistress’!
His ancient fingers were still quite nimble and so he had little difficulty in unzipping the young woman’s black, leather ankle boots.
As soon as he did so he realised that she was, in fact, wearing black leggings that came down to her ankles, as her pretty white feet were bare inside the boots. As he raised her right foot gently off the ground and put her soft, unpainted toes into his mouth, he tasted the familiar saltiness of sweet, young-woman footsweat. He ran his tongue over the stickiness between her big toe and second toe.
‘Ooooh…gross!’ exclaimed mistress Susan, clearly the most uncomfortable of all the girls with the ‘novelty slave’ act for the evening. Actually though, the more she watched slave Alfredo sucking on her best friend’s bare toes, the more she wondered what it would be like to have him running his nose over her pink-socked feet – but only in private. Not in public!
The other girls were just laughing and drinking.
‘Come on, great grandslave, get that tongue in between my dirty, sweaty toes. Really use that tongue to lick away all the dirty toe-jam and toe-cheese that’s built up on my bare feet inside my boots, innit? Get my feet all nice and clean for my fiancé!’, and with that mistress Ruby began manipulating her pretty foot deeper inside slave Alfredo’s wrinkly old mouth.
Which was fine until she went to pull out her foot – his false teeth suddenly went flying across the floor of the pub, to the enormous amusement of everyone present, apart, of course, from the mortified footslave.
‘Ha! Ha! I think great grandslave has gotten rid of his teeth in order to make more room for your foot, Rubes!’ exclaimed mistress Patricia in her raucous, smoky voice.
Mistress Ruby, once she had calmed down from her hysterical fit of laughter, asked slave Alfredo if that was, indeed the case:
‘Ha! Ha! Ohh…tell me, great grandslave, is that why you got rid of your teeth? Did you do that for little old me just so that I could shove my entire foot in your dirty slave mouth?’
Slave Alfredo saw every reason to lie to his mistress:
‘Yeth, mithtreth’ he mumbled through his gums.
All the women creased up with laughter.
‘Oh well then,’ said mistress Ruby, ‘in that case it would be rude of me not to take full advantage of your empty mouth, innit? Here - suck on this, great grandslave!’
And with that she shoved her entire, as yet unwashed, left foot into slave Alfredo’s open mouth.
‘Ha! Ha! What does it feel like having your foot inside a gummy old man’s mouth, Rubes?’ inquired mistress Jessica, the girl with the white stilettos.
‘Erm…it feels a bit like sticking your foot into a blancmange, innit?’ declared mistress Ruby, to raucous approval from her playmates.
‘For God’s sake go easy on him, Rubes man! We don’t want him catching foot ‘in’ mouth disease – after all he is just a dirty pig, innit?’ quipped the black girl miss Floella, still masticating lazily on her chewing gum.
‘Yeah, a great grandpig!’ chirped the girl in the white stilettos, miss Jessica, to girlish laughter all round.
Slave Alfredo, for his part, was just concerned that his false teeth wouldn’t get lost, but he needn’t have worried as the kindly, pink-socked miss Susan had already picked them up for him, albeit with a tissue, as she thought his set of false teeth were totally gross. She then manipulated the upper and lower rows of the false teeth and imitated slave Alfredo’s voice:
‘Please can I kiss your shoes, mistress Patricia?’ and with that she placed the false teeth on the toe of mistress Patricia’s shiny, bright red stiletto so that slave Alfredo’s teeth could pay homage to the older woman’s feminine shoe whilst his mouth simultaneously paid host to mistress Ruby’s feminine foot.
It was quite a scene, and the evening had only just begun!
But slave Alfredo, the ‘great grandslave’ didn’t mind. He might be old, but the night was still young and, surrounded as he was by the sight, taste and smell of the feet and footwear of 7 beautiful, vivacious young women, he felt like the luckiest slave alive.
Here’s to another 80 years, slave Alfredo! Enjoy… innit?
And so the showroom of ‘Rent-A-Slave’ now had two of its ‘best’ footslaves temporarily out of action – slaves Pierre and Stephen.
Fortunately for two of the potential customers of ‘Rent-A-Slave’ at least, namely 23 year old miss Trinity and 22 year old miss Floella, that wasn’t a problem. They were looking not for a footslave in the prime of life, but for a novelty slave – a fun slave for their 25 year old friend Ruby’s hen night – and miss Samantha, one of the showroom assistants, knew she had just the slave for them!
Slave Alfredo had recently turned 80 years old. He had been a footslave all his adult life, but had only been in the employ of ‘Rent-A-Slave’ for the past 10 years or so since his lifelong mistress had disposed of him when he had started to outlive his usefulness to her.
Slave Alfredo was lucky. His mistress could have just thrown him out into the street when she had replaced him with a newer model. But instead she had decided to get some money for him – and selling him to ‘Rent-A-Slave’ had been the best option all round. The company was always looking for ‘novelty’ slaves for hen nights; birthday parties etc – and slave Alfredo fitted the bill perfectly: old, decrepit; ugly; and ultra-submissive towards superior young women.
As they looked down at him in his showroom-cage (slave Alfredo was, of course, like all footslaves in the showroom kept tethered in his cage on his hands and knees), the mistresses Trinity and Floella couldn’t help laughing at the pitiful sight of the decrepit, submissive old man:
‘Ha! Ha! Ruby’s gonna love him, innit?’ exclaimed Trinity. ‘What a wrinkly old wimp! I’ll bet he can’t wait to get his wrinkly lips on our pretty, feminine shoes!’
From his humble kneeling position, head suitably bowed to the floor, slave Alfredo could see out of the corner of his eye that the young woman who had just spoken was wearing a bright blue mini-skirt and strappy, blue high-heeled leather shoes on her soft, white, bare feet. Even from an angle he noticed some redness around the backs of her heels where her new shoes had obviously been rubbing.
You’re not wrong, young mistress, he thought to himself. I would truly be honoured to kiss your superior shoes and feet. Please let me soothe those red heels for you with my slave tongue!
He thought it but, of course, he was in no position to say it!
‘Yeah!’ agreed the other young woman, who appeared to be chewing gum, ‘What a dweeb! I hope he likes the smell of girls’ sweaty socks for I can’t wait to rub my socked feet in his ugly, wrinkly old face, innit?’
This second young woman was black and was wearing black culottes that came down to just below her shapely knees, black, scuff-marked sneakers and black, footie-style cotton socks - the elasticated tops of which were just showing above the upper rim of her sneakers. Ever one for an eye to detail when it came to young woman’s footwear, slave Alfredo noticed also that the black sock on the young black woman’s left foot was lower at the back than the one on her right foot. It had evidently slipped further down into her sneaker-heel than its counterpart.
Oh please, young mistress, please permit me to straighten your black ankle socks for you after you rub your sweaty socks in my face, thought Alfredo – again, wisely, keeping his thoughts to himself.
‘Ha! Ha! Let’s take him, Flo! Like I said, Ruby will love having him serving at her feet tonight, innit? I just know she’ll be up for it!’ said the white girl.
The black girl, whom slave Alfredo now knew to be ‘mistress Flo’, still nonchalantly and noisily chewing her gum, agreed:
‘Cool! Even if Rubes isn’t up for it I sure as hell am!’
And so, the deal was done. Mistress Samantha unlocked slave Alfredo’s cage and pulled him out by his chain that was connected to a metal collar around his neck which had the company logo on it, before handing the chain to miss Trinity.
‘What time do we have to bring him back?’ Trinity asked the showroom-assistant.
‘Whenever you like, miss’ responded miss Samantha politely. ‘He’s yours for as long as you wish although please remember that we charge by the hour.’
‘Cool!’ replied Trinity, ‘we’ll try to get him back here by 09:00 tomorrow morning, innit?’
‘That’s fine. Enjoy!’ chirped Samantha happily, as slave Alfredo, clad only in his slave shorts, neck collar and chain, was lead away by mistresses Trinity and Floella towards the car park.
‘Where shall we put him? In the boot?’ queried the young white woman, whose red-chapped heels in shiny, blue, high-heeled shoes slave Alfredo was crawling directly behind. He liked the way the hard skin at the back of the young woman’s heels creased and folded as they wobbled in her spiked heels in front of his face.
‘Nah, I want him lying in the back under my dirty sneakers, innit?’ exclaimed miss Floella. ‘There’s a lot of dirt on them sneakers and he might as well lick the soles clean while we drive to the bar. After all, we wanna get our money’s worth, innit?’
It was a fair point – so miss Trinity agreed that slave Alfredo could lie in the back of the car under her friend Floella’s black sneakers whilst she drove the 5 miles or so to the city centre bar where they would be meeting up with their girlfriends for Ruby’s hen-night - including the star guest herself, of course, miss Ruby.
The pretty young black woman ordered slave Alfredo to crawl into the back of the car and then stretch out on his back on the floor. The dirty floor of the car felt rough on his wrinkly old, octogenarian back. He now saw miss Flo masticating her chewing gum as she sat above him, her pretty face staring down at him with what could only be described as a mixture of contempt and dominance etched into her features. He noticed that she also had a pretty nose-stud in the side of her nose.
She looked sexy, powerful and arrogant, but sadly it was a view that quickly disappeared as it was replaced by the beige coloured, ribbed sole of her dirty right sneaker resting on his upturned face. As Trinity started the car engine in the front, miss Floella barked her orders down at slave Alfredo:
‘You, the slave! Lick the filth off the bottom of my shoe, and make sure you remove that stuck-on gum at the front, innit? It’s been there for, like, weeks!’
Slave Alfredo had already noticed the blackened piece of chewing gum his young mistress was referring to. It appeared to be well ingrained into the beige treads of her sneaker-sole, and he knew from bitter experience that it would require a lot of effort with his tongue to get it out. He would first have to try softening it with his slave saliva and then might even have to try using his false teeth to scrape it off the shoe!
He wondered whether the offending piece of gum had come from miss Flo’s own pretty mouth, or whether it had belonged to someone else. Not that it really mattered. He was a mere slave, and was honoured to be allowed the privilege of tasting any dirty chewing gum that graced the sole of a young black woman’s sneaker.
‘Yes, miss, at once mistress Flo!’ he humbly muffled under the tread of her dirty sneaker sole.
The black sneaker was immediately raised and brought crashing down again on his prone and vulnerable upturned face:
‘Dirty slave! How dare you refer to me as “mistress Flo”! Only my friends are allowed to call me “Flo”, innit? And you’re not my friend, old man. You’re just my dirty shoe-licking slave, and don’t you forget it, ugly pig!’
Slave Alfredo heard the other young woman laughing in the front of the car as she revved up the engine and switched on the radio:
‘Ha! Ha! That’s right, Flo. You tell ‘im. Kick ‘im again, innit?’
Mistress ‘Floella’ duly obliged, leaving slave Alfredo in no doubt that he owed the young woman a fulsome apology:
‘Oh pray, mistress Floella, please forgive this dirty old slave his insolence. This slave begs your forgiveness, sweet feminine young mistress!’
Judging by the fact that the area of the sneaker sole with the offending piece of chewing gum stuck to it was now resting over his slave lips again, slave Alfredo surmised that his apology had, temporarily at least, been accepted.
Best now to just get on with the job in mouth – and lick and scrape away at the dirty, black gum.
He felt the vibrations of the car engine under his neck as the car sped off. He hoped the young female driver, whose name he was still not a party to, would be able to drive carefully in her high-heels! He certainly wouldn’t want to be killed in a car crash. He enjoyed his life too much!
Fortunately the traffic into the town appeared to be quite heavy – which slowed the young woman driver down and had the added benefit of allowing slave Alfredo more time to work on the chewing gum on miss Floella’s sneaker sole. She appeared to be quite disinterested in his work, content to just listen to the dance music emanating from the car stereo and to look out the window as she continued to chew on the fresh gum inside her pretty black mouth whilst slave Alfredo attempted to consume the stale gum that was on her pretty black sneaker.
After some twenty minutes or so, however, she decided it was time to inspect his work. She suddenly reached down and, without untying the laces, pulled off her
right sneaker, leaving her black-socked foot resting on slave Alfredo’s upturned face.
As miss Floella inspected the sole of her sneaker, slave Alfredo inspected the sole of her well-worn black sock. He could see little areas, especially on the underside of the toes, where the material of the black cotton was either grey or wearing away completely. Yes, these were a favourite and well-worn pair of sneaker socks, an impression reinforced by the unmistakable aroma of young-woman socksweat that now engulfed his slave nostrils.
Miss Floella had earlier promised him that she would be rubbing her socked foot in his face, and that was exactly what she now did, still examining the sole of her right sneaker and chewing her gum.
Slave Alfredo was aware that he had not been entirely successful in removing every last trace of the gum that was stuck to the sole of mistress Floella’s sneaker. He braced himself for some criticism, but was saved by the fact that the car had now, seemingly, arrived at its destination in the town centre. Mistress Floella, and her friend, were evidently anxious to get a few drinks down them in the bar, as miss Floella hurriedly put her sneaker back on, and merely grabbed slave Alfredo’s chain, before opening the back door and stepping out onto the pavement with slave Alfredo back over on his stomach and following in tow at her sneakered heels.
To his consternation, not only had he not had time to remove the blackened chewing gum from his young lady’s sneaker-sole, but nor had he had the opportunity to straighten her black sneaker socks for her. As a result the sock in the left sneaker had now all but disappeared at the back, whilst the elasticated top of the right sock could still be clearly seen.
Of course, it could only still be clearly seen by slave Alfredo. Nobody else would notice it, or care about it, not even miss Floella herself.
It was getting dark outside as the two young women walked, and slave Alfredo crawled on his hands and knees, across the car park attached to the noisy bar full of young people. Incidentally, even if slave Alfredo had been permitted to, he would have been quite unable to walk upright. That’s what comes of living your entire adult life on your hands and knees as a footslave. You can’t get up off your knees.
As the trio entered the bar and headed towards the table where the rest of the hen party were gathered they were greeted with cheers and wolf whistles. One young woman, whom slave Alfredo guessed to be mistress Ruby, the young woman who was about to be wed, put her hands up to her mouth and kept repeating the words ‘Oh my God! Oh my God!’
There was, indeed, great merriment and laughter all around him as the kneeling footslave tried to take in the various feet and footwear of the girls of the hen party.
In a split second his well-honed footslave powers of observation established that there were 7 young women in total now seated at the round bar table.
Aside from the two young women who had brought him from the showroom, miss Floella and the other young white woman with the bright blue strappy high-heels and red-chapped heelflesh, whose name he still didn’t know, there was a young woman in, stiletto-heeled, zip-up, black leather knee-length boots. She was also wearing a very short yellow mini-skirt on what appeared to be bare legs.
Then there was another young woman (they nearly all appeared to be in their early to mid twenties) who was wearing smart, white, stiletto pumps on bare feet under a pair of very short white hotpants. Though it wasn’t his place to think so, slave Alfredo couldn’t help but notice that this young mistress had truly great legs!
Then there was another young woman with dumpier legs who was wearing pink ballet flats with little pink bows attached to the uppers over the toes, pink patterned ankle socks, and pink culottes similar in style to the black pants of mistress Floella. Dumpy or not, slave Alfredo found this young woman equally attractive as the leggy girl in the white stilettos.
Seated next to her was another slightly older woman. Slave Alfredo could just tell she was older by the sound of her voice as she laughed rather raucously. Hmm…a heavy smoker, he thought! This woman ,whom he guessed to be in her late thirties, and therefore from his perspective still young, appeared to have come dressed as a tart – black fishnet tights in shiny, red, stiletto shoes and a bright, red mini-skirt.
What slave Alfredo didn’t know was that Patricia, for that was the woman’s name, always dressed like that. For she was not a tart. She was just ‘mutton dressed as lamb’ – not that it was any of slave Alfredo’s business how she dressed, for she was the superior woman and he was just the inferior, male slave.
And then, last but not least, there was the ‘hen’ herself – mistress Ruby – actually quite conservatively dressed for a hen party in white mini-skirt, black opaque tights or possibly leggings, and black, zip-up, block-heeled, ankle boots with some pretty patterned stitching around the uppers.
‘Where on earth did you find him?’ exclaimed the latter incredulously as miss Floella deposited slave Alfredo under the table at Ruby’s booted feet.
Mistress Trinity laughed:
‘Ha! Ha! Meet your new footslave, Rubes. He’s all yours for the night, innit? Isn’t he a hunk!’
The whole pub appeared to break into hysterical laughter.
‘Aww… I think he’s really cute!’ exclaimed the young woman in the pink ballet flats and bright pink socks. ‘We should call him “slave Pops”!’
Again – raucous laughter.
‘Susan, don’t be so disrespectful!’ chided the girl in white stiletto heels. ‘He’s, like, old enough to be your granddad, or something! Your great granddad even!’
‘Ha! Ha! You’re not wrong, Jessica! I know, we should call him “great grandslave, innit?” shouted the young woman in the strappy blue stilettos who had driven him here.
Everyone, even mistress Susan, appeared to agree:
‘Ha! Ha! That’s brilliant Trinity! “Great grandslave” it is!’ decreed mistress Ruby.
At last I know my chauffeuse’s name, thought slave Alfredo. Mistress Trinity. He still hadn’t kissed her red-chapped heels, though, and he was longing to, just as he was longing to pay slavish homage to miss Jessica’s white stilettos!
‘I’ll tell you what, Rubes, he likes the smell of girls’ sweaty socks!’ exclaimed mistress Floella above the general din. ‘I had him sniffing my socks in the car on the way here, innit?’
‘Ha! Ha! Cool! You all have permission to use my slave, tonight, ladies!’ declared an exuberant miss Ruby. ‘I’m not wearing socks myself, but if you want to have him sniff your socks, Susan, be my guest!’
She was referring to miss Susan’s bright pink patterned ankle socks inside her pink ballet flats. For her part miss Susan seemed a bit embarrassed at the prospect of taking off her shoes in order to have the old slave smell her socks in public. She turned a bright shade of pink herself to match her socks – not that slave Alfredo could see it. He was dutifully staring at mistress Ruby’s black ankle boots.
‘Well, if you don’t want him as a sock-sniffer I’ll have him, Susan!’ exclaimed the young woman in the black, spike-heeled knee-length boots and yellow mini skirt. ‘I’m wearing socks inside these boots, and it’s so hot in here they must be reeking, innit?’
The girls all laughed, as slave Alfredo found himself wondering what colour the girl’s socks might be inside her knee-length leather boots – black to match her boots? Or perhaps yellow to match her mini-skirt? It was just one of the many frustrations of being a footslave – the not knowing!
‘Honestly, Angelica, we don’t want to see or smell your dirty socks this evening,’ joked the older woman in the group, mistress Patricia, slurring her words. ‘Besides I quite fancy having great grandslave sniffing the toes of my fishnets!’
Again, there was raucous laughter. Some of these women were already quite drunk, thought slave Alfredo.
‘Ha! Ha! Guys! Guys! I think that Rubes should have first use of the slave, innit? After all, it is her big night!’ opined miss Trinity.
‘What do you think, girls? Should I have him take off my boots and suck my sweaty toes?’ asked mistress Ruby.
Everyone seemed to think that she should, and so she pulled slave Alfredo from under the table by his collar and chain and swung her legs out where everyone could see them:
‘Great grandslave, I want you to unzip my ankle boots and suck my bare toes clean. Make sure you suck away all the sweaty toe jam as I don’t want anything spoiling my big day tomorrow, innit?’
‘Yes mistress. At once Mistress.’ Slave Alfredo had decided, following his earlier encounter with mistress Floella, not to call mistress Ruby by her first name at all. You can’t go far wrong with a simple ‘Yes, mistress’!
His ancient fingers were still quite nimble and so he had little difficulty in unzipping the young woman’s black, leather ankle boots.
As soon as he did so he realised that she was, in fact, wearing black leggings that came down to her ankles, as her pretty white feet were bare inside the boots. As he raised her right foot gently off the ground and put her soft, unpainted toes into his mouth, he tasted the familiar saltiness of sweet, young-woman footsweat. He ran his tongue over the stickiness between her big toe and second toe.
‘Ooooh…gross!’ exclaimed mistress Susan, clearly the most uncomfortable of all the girls with the ‘novelty slave’ act for the evening. Actually though, the more she watched slave Alfredo sucking on her best friend’s bare toes, the more she wondered what it would be like to have him running his nose over her pink-socked feet – but only in private. Not in public!
The other girls were just laughing and drinking.
‘Come on, great grandslave, get that tongue in between my dirty, sweaty toes. Really use that tongue to lick away all the dirty toe-jam and toe-cheese that’s built up on my bare feet inside my boots, innit? Get my feet all nice and clean for my fiancé!’, and with that mistress Ruby began manipulating her pretty foot deeper inside slave Alfredo’s wrinkly old mouth.
Which was fine until she went to pull out her foot – his false teeth suddenly went flying across the floor of the pub, to the enormous amusement of everyone present, apart, of course, from the mortified footslave.
‘Ha! Ha! I think great grandslave has gotten rid of his teeth in order to make more room for your foot, Rubes!’ exclaimed mistress Patricia in her raucous, smoky voice.
Mistress Ruby, once she had calmed down from her hysterical fit of laughter, asked slave Alfredo if that was, indeed the case:
‘Ha! Ha! Ohh…tell me, great grandslave, is that why you got rid of your teeth? Did you do that for little old me just so that I could shove my entire foot in your dirty slave mouth?’
Slave Alfredo saw every reason to lie to his mistress:
‘Yeth, mithtreth’ he mumbled through his gums.
All the women creased up with laughter.
‘Oh well then,’ said mistress Ruby, ‘in that case it would be rude of me not to take full advantage of your empty mouth, innit? Here - suck on this, great grandslave!’
And with that she shoved her entire, as yet unwashed, left foot into slave Alfredo’s open mouth.
‘Ha! Ha! What does it feel like having your foot inside a gummy old man’s mouth, Rubes?’ inquired mistress Jessica, the girl with the white stilettos.
‘Erm…it feels a bit like sticking your foot into a blancmange, innit?’ declared mistress Ruby, to raucous approval from her playmates.
‘For God’s sake go easy on him, Rubes man! We don’t want him catching foot ‘in’ mouth disease – after all he is just a dirty pig, innit?’ quipped the black girl miss Floella, still masticating lazily on her chewing gum.
‘Yeah, a great grandpig!’ chirped the girl in the white stilettos, miss Jessica, to girlish laughter all round.
Slave Alfredo, for his part, was just concerned that his false teeth wouldn’t get lost, but he needn’t have worried as the kindly, pink-socked miss Susan had already picked them up for him, albeit with a tissue, as she thought his set of false teeth were totally gross. She then manipulated the upper and lower rows of the false teeth and imitated slave Alfredo’s voice:
‘Please can I kiss your shoes, mistress Patricia?’ and with that she placed the false teeth on the toe of mistress Patricia’s shiny, bright red stiletto so that slave Alfredo’s teeth could pay homage to the older woman’s feminine shoe whilst his mouth simultaneously paid host to mistress Ruby’s feminine foot.
It was quite a scene, and the evening had only just begun!
But slave Alfredo, the ‘great grandslave’ didn’t mind. He might be old, but the night was still young and, surrounded as he was by the sight, taste and smell of the feet and footwear of 7 beautiful, vivacious young women, he felt like the luckiest slave alive.
Here’s to another 80 years, slave Alfredo! Enjoy… innit?