yoohooguy
03-03-2008, 9:43 AM
Part III
Brianna abruptly pulled her feet from the slave’s face and got up to go to her bedroom. So the slave returned to his duties of cleaning the floor. Hannah was now watching TV and ignored him. After a short while, he heard the garage door open and close and new his proper owner had arrived. After a few minutes, the front door opened, and in walked Sophie. Like her roommates, Sophie was young, spoiled and beautiful. Today she wore short cotton shorts, an Abercrombie & Fitch t-shirt, and a pair of black Puma SpeedCat running shoes. She dropped her book bag on the chair.
“What’s up Hannah?”
“Nothing” Hannah replied. “Watching VH1”
The slave continued scrubbing the floor, when his owner’s feet slid into view. Sophie stood, looking through mail and extended her right foot out under her slave’s face. The slave dropped his brush, and bent down and kissed Sophie’s sneaker. He noticed speckles of dirt on the toe area, and up on her laces, but he knew not to clean unless told to. He continued kissing around the left side of her foot.
“Clean it worm” she ordered as she continued sifting through her mail.
The slave extended his tongue and began licking the dirt off the suede of her Pumas. He knew to lick with the grain of the suede to effectively do the job and not damage her precious shoes. She wore short black socks with the Puma logo on the sides, barely peaking out of the sides of her shoe and just below her exposed ankle. She also wore an ankle bracelet like Hannah. It was leather and had small charms on it.
Sophie ignored the slave even though she could feel his probing tongue through the shoe. She was used to slaves lapping at her feet. She came from a very rich household, and for as long as she could remember, she had her own slave. She was now 18, 5’2” tall, had dark skin, and long dark hair. She loved to ride horses, and had many back at her stable. She had recently taken up the sport of slave hunting, and had become addicted to the sport, getting 11 kills in her first year.
She finished looking through the mail and looked down at her slave. She lifted her right foot slightly on its toe so the slave could reach around and lick the sole. After he was done with that shoe, she slid her other foot under his nose, and he resumed cleaning. A smile crept across her pretty face. She loved the power and never grew tired of it. The slave labored to lick out the dirt wedged just above the sole. He suddenly felt the pressure of her right foot as she stood on his head. She dangled the left sneaker sole in front of his face, and the slave stuck out his tongue to reach it, but could not. Sophie giggled as she toyed with this poor creature. She then brought the sole closer, and the slave licked out the mud and dirt from within the small grooves.
“Good boy!” she purred.
She then stood, both feet on the side of his head for a moment, and then dangled her right foot in front of his face
“Remove it” she ordered.
He reached up, starting to feel the pain of having his head pushed into a wood floor, even if she only weighed barely 100 lbs, and removed her right Puma. She flexed her toes in her black socks, and then rubbed them on his face. They were slightly damp, and he could see white little balls of sock lint, probably from the remnants of other socks that had been in those shoes. She then stood on his head with her right socked foot and dangled her left.
“Remove”
Once again, he removed the shoe, and she rubbed her size 6 foot all over his face which was slightly contorted in pain from the pressure.
Hannah looked over and laughed
“What are doing to that poor thing Sophie?”
Sophie laughed as well :” just having a little fun with my doggie”
Hannah kicked her Nike Shox off, and walked across the floor. She wore white socks with red stripes. Sophie stood on the slave’s head with both feet, while Hannah stepped up and placed one stocking foot on each side of his head. Sophie placed her hands on Hannah’s shoulders to steady herself. Hannah raised her left foot a bit, and flicked at the slave’s nose with her toe. Sophie then stepped down from the slave’s head, and placed one foot on each side, locking his head and neck with her legs. Hannah slid her socked foot under his nose, and the slave kissed it.
“No kiss mine!” said Sophie. The girls giggled as they made the slave kiss their socked feet. The slave indulged his owners’ whims for their entertainment. Here he was, old enough to be their fathers, and he was ridiculed and abused. How had the world come to this?
Both girls stopped and stepped away to the kitchen, laughing as they went. The slave laid on the floor for a moment, still red faced. He picked up Sophie’s shoes and then Hannah’s and Brianna’s and put them away in their respective closets.
About a half hour later, the slave had finally finished the floor, and he was proceeding to his next task when he was summoned:
“Slave..dinner time..”
He proceeded to the kitchen where the girls were all sitting at the table. A plate had been laid on the floor with the food leftover from their meal.
“Whose turn is it to feed our slave tonight?” asked Sophie.
“I think it’s mine girls” said Brianna, and with that, she reached down with her right foot, and scooped up some potatoes with her toes
“Come and get it doggie..” she said giggling.
The slave crawled under the table and took her foot into his mouth. It was feeding time…and time for more humiliation…
TO BE CONTINUED.
Brianna abruptly pulled her feet from the slave’s face and got up to go to her bedroom. So the slave returned to his duties of cleaning the floor. Hannah was now watching TV and ignored him. After a short while, he heard the garage door open and close and new his proper owner had arrived. After a few minutes, the front door opened, and in walked Sophie. Like her roommates, Sophie was young, spoiled and beautiful. Today she wore short cotton shorts, an Abercrombie & Fitch t-shirt, and a pair of black Puma SpeedCat running shoes. She dropped her book bag on the chair.
“What’s up Hannah?”
“Nothing” Hannah replied. “Watching VH1”
The slave continued scrubbing the floor, when his owner’s feet slid into view. Sophie stood, looking through mail and extended her right foot out under her slave’s face. The slave dropped his brush, and bent down and kissed Sophie’s sneaker. He noticed speckles of dirt on the toe area, and up on her laces, but he knew not to clean unless told to. He continued kissing around the left side of her foot.
“Clean it worm” she ordered as she continued sifting through her mail.
The slave extended his tongue and began licking the dirt off the suede of her Pumas. He knew to lick with the grain of the suede to effectively do the job and not damage her precious shoes. She wore short black socks with the Puma logo on the sides, barely peaking out of the sides of her shoe and just below her exposed ankle. She also wore an ankle bracelet like Hannah. It was leather and had small charms on it.
Sophie ignored the slave even though she could feel his probing tongue through the shoe. She was used to slaves lapping at her feet. She came from a very rich household, and for as long as she could remember, she had her own slave. She was now 18, 5’2” tall, had dark skin, and long dark hair. She loved to ride horses, and had many back at her stable. She had recently taken up the sport of slave hunting, and had become addicted to the sport, getting 11 kills in her first year.
She finished looking through the mail and looked down at her slave. She lifted her right foot slightly on its toe so the slave could reach around and lick the sole. After he was done with that shoe, she slid her other foot under his nose, and he resumed cleaning. A smile crept across her pretty face. She loved the power and never grew tired of it. The slave labored to lick out the dirt wedged just above the sole. He suddenly felt the pressure of her right foot as she stood on his head. She dangled the left sneaker sole in front of his face, and the slave stuck out his tongue to reach it, but could not. Sophie giggled as she toyed with this poor creature. She then brought the sole closer, and the slave licked out the mud and dirt from within the small grooves.
“Good boy!” she purred.
She then stood, both feet on the side of his head for a moment, and then dangled her right foot in front of his face
“Remove it” she ordered.
He reached up, starting to feel the pain of having his head pushed into a wood floor, even if she only weighed barely 100 lbs, and removed her right Puma. She flexed her toes in her black socks, and then rubbed them on his face. They were slightly damp, and he could see white little balls of sock lint, probably from the remnants of other socks that had been in those shoes. She then stood on his head with her right socked foot and dangled her left.
“Remove”
Once again, he removed the shoe, and she rubbed her size 6 foot all over his face which was slightly contorted in pain from the pressure.
Hannah looked over and laughed
“What are doing to that poor thing Sophie?”
Sophie laughed as well :” just having a little fun with my doggie”
Hannah kicked her Nike Shox off, and walked across the floor. She wore white socks with red stripes. Sophie stood on the slave’s head with both feet, while Hannah stepped up and placed one stocking foot on each side of his head. Sophie placed her hands on Hannah’s shoulders to steady herself. Hannah raised her left foot a bit, and flicked at the slave’s nose with her toe. Sophie then stepped down from the slave’s head, and placed one foot on each side, locking his head and neck with her legs. Hannah slid her socked foot under his nose, and the slave kissed it.
“No kiss mine!” said Sophie. The girls giggled as they made the slave kiss their socked feet. The slave indulged his owners’ whims for their entertainment. Here he was, old enough to be their fathers, and he was ridiculed and abused. How had the world come to this?
Both girls stopped and stepped away to the kitchen, laughing as they went. The slave laid on the floor for a moment, still red faced. He picked up Sophie’s shoes and then Hannah’s and Brianna’s and put them away in their respective closets.
About a half hour later, the slave had finally finished the floor, and he was proceeding to his next task when he was summoned:
“Slave..dinner time..”
He proceeded to the kitchen where the girls were all sitting at the table. A plate had been laid on the floor with the food leftover from their meal.
“Whose turn is it to feed our slave tonight?” asked Sophie.
“I think it’s mine girls” said Brianna, and with that, she reached down with her right foot, and scooped up some potatoes with her toes
“Come and get it doggie..” she said giggling.
The slave crawled under the table and took her foot into his mouth. It was feeding time…and time for more humiliation…
TO BE CONTINUED.