yoohooguy
02-26-2008, 4:52 PM
Slave to college girls - part II
The slave’s stomach rumbled. Other than dirt and other substances off his owners’ feet and shoes, his diet was limited. He would sometimes forage through the trash can when the girls were out.
How did his life come to this? He kept thinking and hoping this was just a long nightmare, and he would wake up in his own bed, next to his girlfriend Anna. His memory of what had happened back 20 years ago was sketchy at best. He was living in an abandoned building, and lying on the concrete floor wrapped in a blanket. There was a loud crash, blinding lights, a sharp blast of pain and then darkness. He awoke in chains in a cell, with other inmates. There was a large projection screen in the cell , and they played a video over and over, explaining to them that they would be slaves now and forever, how they were inferior to other humans and how they should be grateful for this chance to serve them. This propaganda was played endlessly. They were tortured and trained for months. Many died, but those who survived were finally sent out to auction.
He was young and fairly fit, so he was bought early by a middle aged man and his wife. He was delivered to their sprawling estate, and was put to work immediately, tending to the grounds. He rarely saw his owners since he and other slaves were managed by handlers who worked for the family. They slept in a large barn, huddled close together like livestock. He would sometimes catch a glimpse of the couple with their kids by the pool, laughing and having fun, while he toiled under the hot sun.
One day, while working on pulling weeds around one of the fountains, he heard someone approaching from behind. He turned to find the man’s wife, walking her Great Dane. He immediately bowed his head to the ground in respect and stayed in that position as he was trained to do in the presence of the dominant class. He fully expected her to walk on by, but instead, she sat on the fountain edge, crossed her right leg over her left, and said:
“Sit!”
The slave sat up, but then realized, she was giving the order to the dog. He felt embarrassed, as she laughed.
“So I have two dogs now… “
She paused and then said
“Look at me slave.”
The slave raised his eyes and gazed upon his owner for the first time. He had only glanced at her, or seen her from a distance. She was truly beautiful. She looked to be in her mid thirties, had short blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes. She exuded confidence. She smiled at him and spoke:
“Look at my shoe” as she pointed at her right foot, clad in knee high riding style boots.
“I was walking Max here and accidentally stepped in her droppings, so you’ve got a job to do…lick it all off now”
The last part of the sentence was firm and loud. Her smile faded to an evil grin, and he dropped his eyes to her boot. On the edge near the toe, he could see the caked on dog feces. His stomach lurched at the thought and he struggled.
“NOW!” she ordered, startling the slave into action. He crawled up to her, smelling her wonderful perfume. She dangled her boot in front of his face. The slave closed his eyes and slowly leaned forward, the strong odor filling his nostrils, and opened his mouth. He extended his tongue and urged a chunk of the dog shit to fall off her boot and into his mouth. He winced as he swallowed it, to the delight of the woman as she threw her head back in laughter.
“You obviously have not cleaned many shoes in your young life slave..and I may be one of the first, but I won’t be the last. You were put on this earth to lick my boots, and the shoes of many others throughout the rest of your pathetic existence. The lower class and the poor should have all been put to death in camps as far as I’m concerned, but since you were allowed to serve us, you will lick my boots, and be thankful for it.”
The slave took in these harsh words and resumed licking her boots cleaned. She did not say any more, and she leaned back, enjoying the sun’s warm glow. The slave was overcome with emotion and a tear fell from his eye onto her boot. It glistened there for a moment and he licked it off. She was right, his life was no longer. This was his purpose now. He went from an aspiring dentist to a slave licking shit from a beautiful woman’s riding boot. How did it come to this…
A hard slap woke the slave out of his daze. He opened his eyed, and saw that Brianna had just slapped his face with her foot.
“ What the hell slave?...you just stopped sucking my toes and were daydreaming..how dare you?...”
With that, she kicked the slave in the face, knocking him back to the floor.
“Get back up you worm and clean my tired feet”
Hannah laughed at all this.
The slave pulled himself back up, and resumed his work. He took Brianna’s big toe into his mouth and sucked gently. He toenails were painted a light blue, and were perfectly manicured. Of course everything about her had to be perfect. Brianna was 19, and a sight to behold. She was 5’5”, had long blonde hair, and dark skin. She modeled part time, and was blessed with a perfect body. Her size 7 highly arched feet, demanded a lot of attention. She liked to have her toes sucked first, along with cleaning in between her toes to get rid of sock lint, dirt, or occasionally, toe jam. Then, he had to scrape under he nails with his teeth to free up any lodged grime from walking around in flip flops all day. Her feet always tasted somewhat sweet from the creams she applied, mixed with salt from perspiration and a light film of dirt. After the toes, he moved to her soles, from bottom to top. And then he would finish with the tops of her feet and her ankles. Her right ankle had a small butterfly, and it seemed to come alive when she flexed her toes.
The girls talked as the slave labored over her feet. He overheard them talking about a trip to the beach this weekend. He was sometimes brought along on these trips and sometimes, they used slaves at the cottage of hotel they stayed at. He used to love the beach as a child..but he knew that he would never get to feel that joy, or any joy again. A tear rolled down off his cheek and onto her left foot, rolling around to below her arch. He quickly licked it up and continued..Be thankful slave…be thankful.
To be continued
The slave’s stomach rumbled. Other than dirt and other substances off his owners’ feet and shoes, his diet was limited. He would sometimes forage through the trash can when the girls were out.
How did his life come to this? He kept thinking and hoping this was just a long nightmare, and he would wake up in his own bed, next to his girlfriend Anna. His memory of what had happened back 20 years ago was sketchy at best. He was living in an abandoned building, and lying on the concrete floor wrapped in a blanket. There was a loud crash, blinding lights, a sharp blast of pain and then darkness. He awoke in chains in a cell, with other inmates. There was a large projection screen in the cell , and they played a video over and over, explaining to them that they would be slaves now and forever, how they were inferior to other humans and how they should be grateful for this chance to serve them. This propaganda was played endlessly. They were tortured and trained for months. Many died, but those who survived were finally sent out to auction.
He was young and fairly fit, so he was bought early by a middle aged man and his wife. He was delivered to their sprawling estate, and was put to work immediately, tending to the grounds. He rarely saw his owners since he and other slaves were managed by handlers who worked for the family. They slept in a large barn, huddled close together like livestock. He would sometimes catch a glimpse of the couple with their kids by the pool, laughing and having fun, while he toiled under the hot sun.
One day, while working on pulling weeds around one of the fountains, he heard someone approaching from behind. He turned to find the man’s wife, walking her Great Dane. He immediately bowed his head to the ground in respect and stayed in that position as he was trained to do in the presence of the dominant class. He fully expected her to walk on by, but instead, she sat on the fountain edge, crossed her right leg over her left, and said:
“Sit!”
The slave sat up, but then realized, she was giving the order to the dog. He felt embarrassed, as she laughed.
“So I have two dogs now… “
She paused and then said
“Look at me slave.”
The slave raised his eyes and gazed upon his owner for the first time. He had only glanced at her, or seen her from a distance. She was truly beautiful. She looked to be in her mid thirties, had short blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes. She exuded confidence. She smiled at him and spoke:
“Look at my shoe” as she pointed at her right foot, clad in knee high riding style boots.
“I was walking Max here and accidentally stepped in her droppings, so you’ve got a job to do…lick it all off now”
The last part of the sentence was firm and loud. Her smile faded to an evil grin, and he dropped his eyes to her boot. On the edge near the toe, he could see the caked on dog feces. His stomach lurched at the thought and he struggled.
“NOW!” she ordered, startling the slave into action. He crawled up to her, smelling her wonderful perfume. She dangled her boot in front of his face. The slave closed his eyes and slowly leaned forward, the strong odor filling his nostrils, and opened his mouth. He extended his tongue and urged a chunk of the dog shit to fall off her boot and into his mouth. He winced as he swallowed it, to the delight of the woman as she threw her head back in laughter.
“You obviously have not cleaned many shoes in your young life slave..and I may be one of the first, but I won’t be the last. You were put on this earth to lick my boots, and the shoes of many others throughout the rest of your pathetic existence. The lower class and the poor should have all been put to death in camps as far as I’m concerned, but since you were allowed to serve us, you will lick my boots, and be thankful for it.”
The slave took in these harsh words and resumed licking her boots cleaned. She did not say any more, and she leaned back, enjoying the sun’s warm glow. The slave was overcome with emotion and a tear fell from his eye onto her boot. It glistened there for a moment and he licked it off. She was right, his life was no longer. This was his purpose now. He went from an aspiring dentist to a slave licking shit from a beautiful woman’s riding boot. How did it come to this…
A hard slap woke the slave out of his daze. He opened his eyed, and saw that Brianna had just slapped his face with her foot.
“ What the hell slave?...you just stopped sucking my toes and were daydreaming..how dare you?...”
With that, she kicked the slave in the face, knocking him back to the floor.
“Get back up you worm and clean my tired feet”
Hannah laughed at all this.
The slave pulled himself back up, and resumed his work. He took Brianna’s big toe into his mouth and sucked gently. He toenails were painted a light blue, and were perfectly manicured. Of course everything about her had to be perfect. Brianna was 19, and a sight to behold. She was 5’5”, had long blonde hair, and dark skin. She modeled part time, and was blessed with a perfect body. Her size 7 highly arched feet, demanded a lot of attention. She liked to have her toes sucked first, along with cleaning in between her toes to get rid of sock lint, dirt, or occasionally, toe jam. Then, he had to scrape under he nails with his teeth to free up any lodged grime from walking around in flip flops all day. Her feet always tasted somewhat sweet from the creams she applied, mixed with salt from perspiration and a light film of dirt. After the toes, he moved to her soles, from bottom to top. And then he would finish with the tops of her feet and her ankles. Her right ankle had a small butterfly, and it seemed to come alive when she flexed her toes.
The girls talked as the slave labored over her feet. He overheard them talking about a trip to the beach this weekend. He was sometimes brought along on these trips and sometimes, they used slaves at the cottage of hotel they stayed at. He used to love the beach as a child..but he knew that he would never get to feel that joy, or any joy again. A tear rolled down off his cheek and onto her left foot, rolling around to below her arch. He quickly licked it up and continued..Be thankful slave…be thankful.
To be continued