John Blaze
01-11-2008, 2:23 PM
Corrina was delighted to see this pig of a man, this former torturer and tyrant, on all fours kissing her shoe. She laughed out loud and extended her other foot for him to kiss. He hesitated, turning his head away in disgust. “You still have too much pride!!! I will have to do more to break your spirit… but it will be fun.! First of all, take off that uniform… you have no honor!!!” Her soldiers beat him and removed his uniform. “Use his uniform to clean up after the horses!!! Melt down his medals and make me a golden rod!!! I will be his obedience stick!!” He knew what that meant, she would beat him with a rod made from his own medals!! His proud uniform, reduced to wipe up horse manure!!! What had happened? Where was the sanity!!!
She had her soldiers beat him some more and then throw him in the dungeon which he had built beneath what used to be his house, where he had tortured and killed so many others.
For the first three days they did not feed him. He lay in the dark, hot, humid dungeon on the stone floor. No human contact, no food and 1 bucket of water in the corner. He was smart enough not to expect much, so he rationed the water to himself. Even so, he ran out of water midway through day two. It was just so hot!! He was miserable and literally starving when he heard the sound of feet against the stone floor. He looked up through the bars and noticed the woman who had imprisoned him. She wore a linen skirt and her hair was pulled back. Wow, she looked beautiful! How could such a beautiful woman be so cruel. Two of her soldiers opened the gates and she walked in. A soldier placed a wooden chair on the floor in front of him. Corrina sat down and crossed her legs in front of him. On her feet were some loose leather sandals and she was glistening with sweat. Her feet were quite dirty, and he had the perfect view right in front of his face as the crossed leg swung back and forth. She started to speak … “It smells down here!! You are beginning to smell like the pig you are! I have been walking through the towns, hearing from the people about all of your crimes!!! You are a very bad man!!!“ She had an apple in her right hand and she began to eat it slowly, tormenting her starving prisoner! “Are you ready to accept your fate??? Are you ready to be my.. FOOT SERVANT???” She continued t eat the apple.
“Please… food…”
“First, answer me”
“Whatever…. Please…”
She cocked her head slightly to the left and smiled. “Is that a yes?”
“He dropped his eyes to the ground. “Yes.. Just please give me food and water”
She let her leather sandal fall off her crossed leg to the floor, She extended the sole of her foot towards his face and said “Prove it. If you have accepted your fate than clean my foot!.” Her foot was filthy, she had obviously taken off her sandals at some point because even the soles were black with dirt. One of the soldiers brought a bucket of water and placed it by her foot. She raised an eyebrow to look for the former governor’s response. He took her foot in both hands and placed it gently in the bucket. Using his hands he rigorously scrubbed her feet. He was rubbing her soles up and down, putting them in the water and inspecting the. If there was more dirt, he repeated the process. He ran his hands through her toes and tried very hard to get the dirt from under her toenails. He scrubbed with all he could, but he was as gentle as possible, careful not to anger her and ruin his chance at food. Her feet were incredibly soft, and he was amazed at how well kept they were!
Corrina just watched hi with delight. She noted at how intently he worked… he was already starting to be broken in after only 3 days!! When he was finished, he gently placed the foot down and dried it off with the towel provided. In an attempt to truly gain mercy, he placed a kiss on the top of her clean foot and waited patently, looking at the floor! It killed him to be embarrassed in this way, but he really needed the food. He Didn’t care how he got it! Corrina wiggled her foot around in the air and looked it over with a keen inspector’s eye. It was very clean. “Not bad” she said. “Now the other one… an then you get some food.”
The former governor removed her leather sandal and immediately felt how sweaty her foot was. It was just as filthy as the other one had been, and was even sweatier… no doubt due to the humid conditions of his cell. He reached for the bucket to start cleaning it. Her filthy foot slapped him right in the face. He could feel a trickle of blood come down his nose.
“That water is filthy now… I have no more use for it! You may have it for doing such a good job!” One of the soldiers came over and replaced the bucket that once held the drinking water with the bucket full of the foul water used to clean and soak her filthy left foot. Croton realized he would have no choice but to drink from that, and his heart sunk. He was already thirsty and he knew he had no hope of holding out for more days without drinking. He grew very angry and it was obvious on his face!
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing”, he replied swallowing his pride and trying not to ruin his shot at food. “But, how will I clean this foot then?”, he asked trying to sound concerned.
“How indeed?” She smiled at him and the guards started to chuckle… they must know something! “What would be fitting for your knew position? Oh.. I have an idea… why don’t you lick it clean?” Her last words were said slow and with deep feeling.
His heart sank again, and he sat there on the floor in front of his knew ruler, staring at her filthy foot. The prospect of no food was too much for him… after all he ate very well as governor and three foodless days felt like a month! He raised her foot to his mouth and closed hi eyes, trying not to see what was about to happen! He slowly extended his tongue and allowed it to touch the sole of her foot, midway u the arch. He immediately tasted filth and salty sweat. He tried not to gag, and he dragged his tongue slowly up her foot. The disgust was written all over his face! Corrina laughed with delight and motioned to the guards. One of them left, but Croton didn’t notice. All he could notice was the disgusting feeling he felt in the bottom of his stomach. He licked her sole again, a long flat lick up the sole and opened his eyes. He realized that he barely made a dent in the thick layer of dirt on her foot. He kept licking. She had not stopped smiling and laughing yet. He felt like a worthless fool!!!
After five minutes of licking, he realized that some of the dirt was truly caked on. He almost instinctively, used his two front teeth to gently scratch the dirt loose. He could feel all of the grime I his mouth and he would try to allow sit to wash it away, but his mouth was so dry!! The dirt just seemed to sit in his mouth and multiply!! The salty taste of her feet overrode his taste buds and he was dying to finish to get a drink… even if it was from her filthy foot water!!!
When he had finished her sole to his satisfaction, he started on her toes. Licking them seemed like hell. He licked in between them and licked under them. Occasionally he would free loose dirt or some dead skin. Always he would swallow whatever entered his mouth.. He sucked, and sucked, and sucked her toes. He sucked each one individually and then several at a time… he just couldn’t seem to get all the dirt off of them. After what seemed like an eternity, her toes seemed clean he put her foot down. He looked up at her face to get approval to stop.
Just like before, she raised her foot to inspect it, and wiggled her toes in his face. “You’re not done… there is dirt trapped under the nails!”
Tears of humiliation and frustration came pouring down his face! He put her toes back in his mouth and licked them as hard as he could. He tried to force his tongue slightly under the toenails, and this cause him some considerable pain. He then nibbled on her toes and used his teeth to clear the dirt. Lastly he sucked them again, all five in his mouth… determined to get some food for doing a good job! As he sucked she wiggled her toes around in his mouth and moaned with delight!
“You have no idea how good this feels! I expected to enjoy it.. Humiliating you.. But I didn’t know how good this actually would feel on my tired feet! This truly is your calling in life!” She started to laugh uncontrollably!!
He was certain he foot was clean now and he took it out and placed it down gently. She lifted it up and forcefully crammed her toes back into his mouth.!
She looked down at him with a disappointed look as if to say, you just don’t get it do you! “This feels really good!! I like the way your tongue feels sliding around my tired toes! So, get used to it! This is your new position! Be thankful it suits you and I don’t have to kill you yet… now suck!” She leaned back in her chair to relax and simultaneously forced her foot into his mouth deeper. As his tongue slid back and forth under her toes and then in-between them, she closed her eyes and sighed in deep satisfaction.
She had never had her toes sucked before. Why would anyone voluntarily put someone’s dirty foot in their mouth? In fact, when she suggested it, she only wanted to really humiliate him for a few days and then have him killed. But… damn…this felt amazing. And the power rush? The power rush alone was almost orgasmic. She thought of her dead husband being tortured and dragged through the streets as a corpse, and she thought of new ways to use her new footstool!!! Killing him would be letting him off too easy!! She would do as she said, she would use him like this permanently!
As he knelt on the floor, in his cell, holding the soft heel of the foot which was crammed in his mouth… former governor Croton knew new depths of shame. The blood still trickled down his nose from where she had kicked him! His tongue was exhausted from cleaning… and as he just discovered, pleasuring her foot… his mouth filled with the dirt and sweat from her feet!! His stomach turned with the specks of dirt and gook he had swallowed… the only “food” he had had in days!!! He had uncontrollable tears running down his face, and he didn’t know when it would end. She still had the half eaten apple in her hand and if he had any excess saliva in his dehydrated body, he would have drooled! Finally, she was satisfied with her foot soak. She slipped her foot out of his mouth, planted the now clean sole firmly on his face, and pushed his face away with the sole of her foot. She stood up and put on her leather sandals again.
He ran over quickly to the water bucket and drank generously from the water, attempting to quench the thirst which was amplified by her salty feet and remove the dirty taste from his mouth. However, the sour taste and the mental images he still had of himself being forced to wash her foot in that very water reminded him of what he was doing.
As she was leaving the cell, he called out through his tears… “food please!!! I’ve done all you ask!”
She stopped and turned towards him. “I’ve sent for you meal” Then she walked away. At that moment the guard who had left earlier returned with four servant women from the grounds. He recognized them well. They had served as some of his servants for years. He had abused them and treated them like garbage. Now they all stood, staring at him with hatred. Then they started laughing!!
One by one they removed one shoe and peeled out what looked like the insole. Then, each threw it on the floor through the bars. One by one. Slowly, he realized what this things were. They were pieces of bread… pieces of bread worn as insoles by the maids on the grounds… probably all day as they did their work. He stared t the collective pile of moist , foot imprinted bread. The four woman stared at him through the bars like a child trying to see if the fish would take the bait on the hook. He had to!! He was starving. He crawled over to the bread and picked up one piece. He stared at the bread amazed at what he was about to do. Then he looked at the faces of the women through the bars… each smiling like kids on their birthdays!!
Slowly he bit into the soggy, filthy bread. His stomach turned as he swallowed each piece. He tried to savor the bread, knowing he may not eat again for days, but he couldn’t. It just tasted like leather, dirt, ad … well.. Feet. A taste that he was now way too familiar with! When he finished eating the filthy “foot” bread, he crawled back over and drank from the filthy “foot” water! The gravity of what he was reduced to broke him down and he started to sob uncontrollably!! The four women giggled at this and one shouted through the bars… Madam president would like you to know that this will be your meal each day for the rest of the week! Once a day… take it or leave it!! Maybe I won’t wash my feet all week!!!” With that they laughed uncontrollably and walked off… leaving him with his tears.
By the end of the week, he was used to his situation. Each day the maids came and threw their bread insoles at him. One day they even broke them up into little pieces and fed them to him from their toes through the bars. He was truly a broken man. He had not seen the president since that day though. He had run out of water halfway through the week ad a new bucket was brought, it tasted horrible and he was informed that president Corrina had washed every pair of shoes she owned in the water. This didn’t surprise him.
Finally after a week of eating bread insoles from the feet of the maids, and drinking various degrees of ‘foot” water, president Corrina appeared outside of the cell again. “Dog… come hear” He ran over to the bars of his cell. “You smell like a dog ad look like hell…. You must be cleaned up if you are to be around me!!!” Then she walked off. Two guards came into the cell. The shaved and bathed him in cold water and dressed him in some basic servant clothes. They walked him at t gunpoint back to the “throne room”! One of them said to him, “we have a place for you now.” He was so happy to be out of the cell and clean, he didn’t even care what that meant. That was until he saw what came next. A compartment was built under the throne. Similar to what would today be a mechanics tool used to slide under a car to do work. They strapped him in and slid him into position so that his upturned face stuck out from under the throne. He knew then that he was to be a footstool… but he couldn’t completely fathom it. President Corrina walked in, looking beautiful and well rested . Her long flowing dress made it look like she was going to a ball!!
She walked over to her new throne and sat down. When she did this, his face was completely covered by her dress and he couldn’t see anything. He heard her though! He heard her feet slip out of their shoes. He then felt her warm, damp feet., encased in fine silk stockings rest firmly on his upturned face. She slid them back and forth over his face, and her wet stocking soles mashed his lips and nose around as they left her foot seat on his face. ”Those shoes, are wonderful! Especially since I bought them with the former governor’s money. After all, as my footstool, he needs no money! But they kill my feet! Good thing my new footstool’s face serves to relax and massage my feet!!” The maids ,w ho had relished feeding him dirty, “in sole” bread must have been in the room because he heard them erupt with laughter. “Bring in the first delegates…”
Was she serious… did she intend to conduct business as she rested her feet on his face and used his features to massages them?? The only saving grace was that he couldn’t be seen! He was thankful for that small favor! She continued to play with his face using her toes the entire time she conducted business, making it impossible for him to go to sleep as he had hoped to in order to temporarily escape reality. She trapped hi nose frequently under the base of her damp, silk encased toes. She no doubt liked the feeling of air through her moist, tired toes. They smelled like old cheese, and he could do nothing! He wanted to gag… he wanted t fight back… but he just took it! He was starting to be broken, and what’s worse … he knew it!! He knew also that she loved feeling his face exactly where it was. Beneath her feet! He started to cry yet again, silently as to not give away his position. And she conducted business, she could hardly concentrate on anything but the power rush and vengeful joy she was experiencing … massaging her feet on his face and using his breath as personal air for her toes. She had a real mean streak, and years of tormenting her people and killing her husband had unleashed it. She thought to herself, “I will never tire of this”!
With that she slid her silk encased toes into his mouth, hungry for that soothing sensation she had discovered in the dungeon and confident he would take her cue. She was not disappointed s he knew to lap at her toes with his tongue! What had his life become?
To be cont.?
She had her soldiers beat him some more and then throw him in the dungeon which he had built beneath what used to be his house, where he had tortured and killed so many others.
For the first three days they did not feed him. He lay in the dark, hot, humid dungeon on the stone floor. No human contact, no food and 1 bucket of water in the corner. He was smart enough not to expect much, so he rationed the water to himself. Even so, he ran out of water midway through day two. It was just so hot!! He was miserable and literally starving when he heard the sound of feet against the stone floor. He looked up through the bars and noticed the woman who had imprisoned him. She wore a linen skirt and her hair was pulled back. Wow, she looked beautiful! How could such a beautiful woman be so cruel. Two of her soldiers opened the gates and she walked in. A soldier placed a wooden chair on the floor in front of him. Corrina sat down and crossed her legs in front of him. On her feet were some loose leather sandals and she was glistening with sweat. Her feet were quite dirty, and he had the perfect view right in front of his face as the crossed leg swung back and forth. She started to speak … “It smells down here!! You are beginning to smell like the pig you are! I have been walking through the towns, hearing from the people about all of your crimes!!! You are a very bad man!!!“ She had an apple in her right hand and she began to eat it slowly, tormenting her starving prisoner! “Are you ready to accept your fate??? Are you ready to be my.. FOOT SERVANT???” She continued t eat the apple.
“Please… food…”
“First, answer me”
“Whatever…. Please…”
She cocked her head slightly to the left and smiled. “Is that a yes?”
“He dropped his eyes to the ground. “Yes.. Just please give me food and water”
She let her leather sandal fall off her crossed leg to the floor, She extended the sole of her foot towards his face and said “Prove it. If you have accepted your fate than clean my foot!.” Her foot was filthy, she had obviously taken off her sandals at some point because even the soles were black with dirt. One of the soldiers brought a bucket of water and placed it by her foot. She raised an eyebrow to look for the former governor’s response. He took her foot in both hands and placed it gently in the bucket. Using his hands he rigorously scrubbed her feet. He was rubbing her soles up and down, putting them in the water and inspecting the. If there was more dirt, he repeated the process. He ran his hands through her toes and tried very hard to get the dirt from under her toenails. He scrubbed with all he could, but he was as gentle as possible, careful not to anger her and ruin his chance at food. Her feet were incredibly soft, and he was amazed at how well kept they were!
Corrina just watched hi with delight. She noted at how intently he worked… he was already starting to be broken in after only 3 days!! When he was finished, he gently placed the foot down and dried it off with the towel provided. In an attempt to truly gain mercy, he placed a kiss on the top of her clean foot and waited patently, looking at the floor! It killed him to be embarrassed in this way, but he really needed the food. He Didn’t care how he got it! Corrina wiggled her foot around in the air and looked it over with a keen inspector’s eye. It was very clean. “Not bad” she said. “Now the other one… an then you get some food.”
The former governor removed her leather sandal and immediately felt how sweaty her foot was. It was just as filthy as the other one had been, and was even sweatier… no doubt due to the humid conditions of his cell. He reached for the bucket to start cleaning it. Her filthy foot slapped him right in the face. He could feel a trickle of blood come down his nose.
“That water is filthy now… I have no more use for it! You may have it for doing such a good job!” One of the soldiers came over and replaced the bucket that once held the drinking water with the bucket full of the foul water used to clean and soak her filthy left foot. Croton realized he would have no choice but to drink from that, and his heart sunk. He was already thirsty and he knew he had no hope of holding out for more days without drinking. He grew very angry and it was obvious on his face!
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing”, he replied swallowing his pride and trying not to ruin his shot at food. “But, how will I clean this foot then?”, he asked trying to sound concerned.
“How indeed?” She smiled at him and the guards started to chuckle… they must know something! “What would be fitting for your knew position? Oh.. I have an idea… why don’t you lick it clean?” Her last words were said slow and with deep feeling.
His heart sank again, and he sat there on the floor in front of his knew ruler, staring at her filthy foot. The prospect of no food was too much for him… after all he ate very well as governor and three foodless days felt like a month! He raised her foot to his mouth and closed hi eyes, trying not to see what was about to happen! He slowly extended his tongue and allowed it to touch the sole of her foot, midway u the arch. He immediately tasted filth and salty sweat. He tried not to gag, and he dragged his tongue slowly up her foot. The disgust was written all over his face! Corrina laughed with delight and motioned to the guards. One of them left, but Croton didn’t notice. All he could notice was the disgusting feeling he felt in the bottom of his stomach. He licked her sole again, a long flat lick up the sole and opened his eyes. He realized that he barely made a dent in the thick layer of dirt on her foot. He kept licking. She had not stopped smiling and laughing yet. He felt like a worthless fool!!!
After five minutes of licking, he realized that some of the dirt was truly caked on. He almost instinctively, used his two front teeth to gently scratch the dirt loose. He could feel all of the grime I his mouth and he would try to allow sit to wash it away, but his mouth was so dry!! The dirt just seemed to sit in his mouth and multiply!! The salty taste of her feet overrode his taste buds and he was dying to finish to get a drink… even if it was from her filthy foot water!!!
When he had finished her sole to his satisfaction, he started on her toes. Licking them seemed like hell. He licked in between them and licked under them. Occasionally he would free loose dirt or some dead skin. Always he would swallow whatever entered his mouth.. He sucked, and sucked, and sucked her toes. He sucked each one individually and then several at a time… he just couldn’t seem to get all the dirt off of them. After what seemed like an eternity, her toes seemed clean he put her foot down. He looked up at her face to get approval to stop.
Just like before, she raised her foot to inspect it, and wiggled her toes in his face. “You’re not done… there is dirt trapped under the nails!”
Tears of humiliation and frustration came pouring down his face! He put her toes back in his mouth and licked them as hard as he could. He tried to force his tongue slightly under the toenails, and this cause him some considerable pain. He then nibbled on her toes and used his teeth to clear the dirt. Lastly he sucked them again, all five in his mouth… determined to get some food for doing a good job! As he sucked she wiggled her toes around in his mouth and moaned with delight!
“You have no idea how good this feels! I expected to enjoy it.. Humiliating you.. But I didn’t know how good this actually would feel on my tired feet! This truly is your calling in life!” She started to laugh uncontrollably!!
He was certain he foot was clean now and he took it out and placed it down gently. She lifted it up and forcefully crammed her toes back into his mouth.!
She looked down at him with a disappointed look as if to say, you just don’t get it do you! “This feels really good!! I like the way your tongue feels sliding around my tired toes! So, get used to it! This is your new position! Be thankful it suits you and I don’t have to kill you yet… now suck!” She leaned back in her chair to relax and simultaneously forced her foot into his mouth deeper. As his tongue slid back and forth under her toes and then in-between them, she closed her eyes and sighed in deep satisfaction.
She had never had her toes sucked before. Why would anyone voluntarily put someone’s dirty foot in their mouth? In fact, when she suggested it, she only wanted to really humiliate him for a few days and then have him killed. But… damn…this felt amazing. And the power rush? The power rush alone was almost orgasmic. She thought of her dead husband being tortured and dragged through the streets as a corpse, and she thought of new ways to use her new footstool!!! Killing him would be letting him off too easy!! She would do as she said, she would use him like this permanently!
As he knelt on the floor, in his cell, holding the soft heel of the foot which was crammed in his mouth… former governor Croton knew new depths of shame. The blood still trickled down his nose from where she had kicked him! His tongue was exhausted from cleaning… and as he just discovered, pleasuring her foot… his mouth filled with the dirt and sweat from her feet!! His stomach turned with the specks of dirt and gook he had swallowed… the only “food” he had had in days!!! He had uncontrollable tears running down his face, and he didn’t know when it would end. She still had the half eaten apple in her hand and if he had any excess saliva in his dehydrated body, he would have drooled! Finally, she was satisfied with her foot soak. She slipped her foot out of his mouth, planted the now clean sole firmly on his face, and pushed his face away with the sole of her foot. She stood up and put on her leather sandals again.
He ran over quickly to the water bucket and drank generously from the water, attempting to quench the thirst which was amplified by her salty feet and remove the dirty taste from his mouth. However, the sour taste and the mental images he still had of himself being forced to wash her foot in that very water reminded him of what he was doing.
As she was leaving the cell, he called out through his tears… “food please!!! I’ve done all you ask!”
She stopped and turned towards him. “I’ve sent for you meal” Then she walked away. At that moment the guard who had left earlier returned with four servant women from the grounds. He recognized them well. They had served as some of his servants for years. He had abused them and treated them like garbage. Now they all stood, staring at him with hatred. Then they started laughing!!
One by one they removed one shoe and peeled out what looked like the insole. Then, each threw it on the floor through the bars. One by one. Slowly, he realized what this things were. They were pieces of bread… pieces of bread worn as insoles by the maids on the grounds… probably all day as they did their work. He stared t the collective pile of moist , foot imprinted bread. The four woman stared at him through the bars like a child trying to see if the fish would take the bait on the hook. He had to!! He was starving. He crawled over to the bread and picked up one piece. He stared at the bread amazed at what he was about to do. Then he looked at the faces of the women through the bars… each smiling like kids on their birthdays!!
Slowly he bit into the soggy, filthy bread. His stomach turned as he swallowed each piece. He tried to savor the bread, knowing he may not eat again for days, but he couldn’t. It just tasted like leather, dirt, ad … well.. Feet. A taste that he was now way too familiar with! When he finished eating the filthy “foot” bread, he crawled back over and drank from the filthy “foot” water! The gravity of what he was reduced to broke him down and he started to sob uncontrollably!! The four women giggled at this and one shouted through the bars… Madam president would like you to know that this will be your meal each day for the rest of the week! Once a day… take it or leave it!! Maybe I won’t wash my feet all week!!!” With that they laughed uncontrollably and walked off… leaving him with his tears.
By the end of the week, he was used to his situation. Each day the maids came and threw their bread insoles at him. One day they even broke them up into little pieces and fed them to him from their toes through the bars. He was truly a broken man. He had not seen the president since that day though. He had run out of water halfway through the week ad a new bucket was brought, it tasted horrible and he was informed that president Corrina had washed every pair of shoes she owned in the water. This didn’t surprise him.
Finally after a week of eating bread insoles from the feet of the maids, and drinking various degrees of ‘foot” water, president Corrina appeared outside of the cell again. “Dog… come hear” He ran over to the bars of his cell. “You smell like a dog ad look like hell…. You must be cleaned up if you are to be around me!!!” Then she walked off. Two guards came into the cell. The shaved and bathed him in cold water and dressed him in some basic servant clothes. They walked him at t gunpoint back to the “throne room”! One of them said to him, “we have a place for you now.” He was so happy to be out of the cell and clean, he didn’t even care what that meant. That was until he saw what came next. A compartment was built under the throne. Similar to what would today be a mechanics tool used to slide under a car to do work. They strapped him in and slid him into position so that his upturned face stuck out from under the throne. He knew then that he was to be a footstool… but he couldn’t completely fathom it. President Corrina walked in, looking beautiful and well rested . Her long flowing dress made it look like she was going to a ball!!
She walked over to her new throne and sat down. When she did this, his face was completely covered by her dress and he couldn’t see anything. He heard her though! He heard her feet slip out of their shoes. He then felt her warm, damp feet., encased in fine silk stockings rest firmly on his upturned face. She slid them back and forth over his face, and her wet stocking soles mashed his lips and nose around as they left her foot seat on his face. ”Those shoes, are wonderful! Especially since I bought them with the former governor’s money. After all, as my footstool, he needs no money! But they kill my feet! Good thing my new footstool’s face serves to relax and massage my feet!!” The maids ,w ho had relished feeding him dirty, “in sole” bread must have been in the room because he heard them erupt with laughter. “Bring in the first delegates…”
Was she serious… did she intend to conduct business as she rested her feet on his face and used his features to massages them?? The only saving grace was that he couldn’t be seen! He was thankful for that small favor! She continued to play with his face using her toes the entire time she conducted business, making it impossible for him to go to sleep as he had hoped to in order to temporarily escape reality. She trapped hi nose frequently under the base of her damp, silk encased toes. She no doubt liked the feeling of air through her moist, tired toes. They smelled like old cheese, and he could do nothing! He wanted to gag… he wanted t fight back… but he just took it! He was starting to be broken, and what’s worse … he knew it!! He knew also that she loved feeling his face exactly where it was. Beneath her feet! He started to cry yet again, silently as to not give away his position. And she conducted business, she could hardly concentrate on anything but the power rush and vengeful joy she was experiencing … massaging her feet on his face and using his breath as personal air for her toes. She had a real mean streak, and years of tormenting her people and killing her husband had unleashed it. She thought to herself, “I will never tire of this”!
With that she slid her silk encased toes into his mouth, hungry for that soothing sensation she had discovered in the dungeon and confident he would take her cue. She was not disappointed s he knew to lap at her toes with his tongue! What had his life become?
To be cont.?