aussiefootslave
02-28-2003, 1:57 PM
A Foot Slave Forever part 6.
I went upstairs hoping Patty wasn’t around, and she wasn’t. I showered and changed clothes. My body was covered with nicks and scrapes and scratches on the front from crawling through Brigitte and Becky’s yard and my back had red marks, welts, from their belts. My body was sore and I hoped Mr. And Mrs. B wouldn’t notice the marks on me.
After cleaning up, I went to the girl’s bedroom and sat on the floor. I didn’t feel it was my place anymore to sit anywhere but the floor, at least in their room. I picked up one of Patty’s slippers and held it over my nose while I sniffed the aroma of her foot. I thought to myself, you truly have become a pervert. I didn’t like that thought, but I knew it was true. Now, of course, I know that my actions were not perverted. In fact, they are the correct behaviors for the male animal. At the time, however, I felt pretty perverse.
I heard Mrs. B downstairs calling that supper was ready so I put Patty’s slipper back and headed down. Everyone else was already seated and I sat between Patty and Janice. Mr. B asked each of us what we had done all day and if we had fun. When it came to my turn, I wasn’t sure what to say. I sure couldn’t tell the complete truth. Both girls just looked at me and smirked as I described my day.
“I went over to Brigitte and Becky’s house and we played cowboys in their backyard,” I said.
Patty said, “If you went to their house you probably played cowgirls, not cowboys” and she giggled.
I agreed that was right and Mr. B asked what the difference was between “cowgirls” and “cowboys.” I said that in “cowgirls” the girls get to be the bosses. He asked, “Well, if they were the bosses, what were you?”
I answered that I had been the cattle and they had practiced roping me. Mr. And Mrs. B both seemed pretty surprised by this but didn’t ask any more questions.
After supper, I decided it would be best to stay away from upstairs so, I went right to the living room and plopped down right in front of the TV. Mr. B had the same idea and he and I watched the tube for about an hour before Janice came in.
“Come on Larry, don’t you want to play with Patty and me? You’re leaving tomorrow so this will be our last chance to have some fun. We’ll even let you pick the game,” she said.
Mr. B looked at me and said, “Boy that sounds like a pretty good deal if they’re going to let you pick the game; watch them though, they could be trying to trick you” and he chuckled to himself.
I followed Janice up the stairs to my den of slavery, the girl’s bedroom. When we entered, I saw that Patty was all ready for games. She had nothing on but a pink, see through negligee. No bra, no panties, just a flimsy pink cover that didn’t even extend to her knees. She looked fantastically sexy and I could feel the instant rise in my jeans.
“I want to be kissed,” she said, and motioned me toward her with her finger. “Take off all your clothes and kiss me on your knees.”
I began to undress and as I did Janice started hitting me with a riding crop. Where had she gotten a riding crop? It hurt when she hit my clothes but it really stung when she struck my bare flesh. It hurt like crazy when she hit one of the bruises made by Brigitte and Becky’s belts that afternoon. I pleaded with her to stop and, finally, when I was completely naked on my knees, she did.
Janice said, “You’ll feel more of this later.” As she held the crop in front of my face. She turned and left Patty and I alone in the bedroom.
Patty walked over to me and stood about an inch away. My face was at her belly and when I looked down I could see her hairy mound beneath the pink gown. When I looked up, I could see her cute little breasts under the pink gown; her nipples were erect. She had such a look of power on her face.
“Tell me and show me what you are Larry,” she said.
I immediately answered, “I am your slave Mistress Patty,” and I bowed down, and kissed each of her bare feet. As I rose back up on my knees, I looked up at her again and the look on her face was one of total power. She could do anything she wished to do with me and to me and she knew it.
“Do you worship me Larry? Will you do anything I tell you to do? Are you my complete and total slave for the rest of your life until I tell you to die?” she asked slowly and sensually.
I gazed up at her and answered, “Yes, Mistress Patty, I worship you; I’ll do anything you tell me to do, anything at all; I am your complete and total slave for the rest of my life; your slave until you tell me to die.”
She laughed and turned her back to me. “Lift my gown and worship my butt slave,” she commanded.
I didn’t hesitate to follow her command. She had such a power about her that I believe anyone would have obeyed her at that point. I touched my unworthy lips to her beautiful butt and began to kiss. My kisses became more and more passionate and I began licking in her crack. Farther and farther I stuck my tongue in and soon I could just taste her sacred hole. I pushed my face into her ass and began French kissing her butt hole again and again as she had taught me to do earlier.
She walked toward the bed while using one hand to hold my face to her butt. When she got there she bent over and her hole was wide to my worship. I licked and I licked and kissed, while she moaned and giggled, for a good fifteen minutes. Then she pushed me back and rolled over on her back and pointed to her pussy.
“Now worship my pussy, little butt face,” she ordered with a voice of commanding authority.
I knew that I was her little “butt face” and would do anything she said. I pushed my face between her legs and began kissing and licking; she came pretty quick because of all the butt licking I had done. I would have been happy to die right there on my knees between her legs. Even though I hadn’t come, she still hadn’t permitted that, I was full of joy for having pleased her, my owner and Mistress.
She lay on the bed, painting, and I slumped on the floor at her feet. Without being told to do anything I bowed down further and began kissing her feet and thanking her. “Thank you Mistress Patty for letting me please you; thank you for letting me be your slave,” I whispered.
As I paid homage to supreme Mistress Patty, Janice came back in the room. “Why Patty, what did you do to poor little Larry? He seems to be slobbering all over your feet,” laughed Janice.
Patty sat up on the edge on the bed while I continued to kiss her feet. “He started out as a butt face and now he’s become a foot face,” said Patty as she joined Janice in laughing about my devotion to her.
I went upstairs hoping Patty wasn’t around, and she wasn’t. I showered and changed clothes. My body was covered with nicks and scrapes and scratches on the front from crawling through Brigitte and Becky’s yard and my back had red marks, welts, from their belts. My body was sore and I hoped Mr. And Mrs. B wouldn’t notice the marks on me.
After cleaning up, I went to the girl’s bedroom and sat on the floor. I didn’t feel it was my place anymore to sit anywhere but the floor, at least in their room. I picked up one of Patty’s slippers and held it over my nose while I sniffed the aroma of her foot. I thought to myself, you truly have become a pervert. I didn’t like that thought, but I knew it was true. Now, of course, I know that my actions were not perverted. In fact, they are the correct behaviors for the male animal. At the time, however, I felt pretty perverse.
I heard Mrs. B downstairs calling that supper was ready so I put Patty’s slipper back and headed down. Everyone else was already seated and I sat between Patty and Janice. Mr. B asked each of us what we had done all day and if we had fun. When it came to my turn, I wasn’t sure what to say. I sure couldn’t tell the complete truth. Both girls just looked at me and smirked as I described my day.
“I went over to Brigitte and Becky’s house and we played cowboys in their backyard,” I said.
Patty said, “If you went to their house you probably played cowgirls, not cowboys” and she giggled.
I agreed that was right and Mr. B asked what the difference was between “cowgirls” and “cowboys.” I said that in “cowgirls” the girls get to be the bosses. He asked, “Well, if they were the bosses, what were you?”
I answered that I had been the cattle and they had practiced roping me. Mr. And Mrs. B both seemed pretty surprised by this but didn’t ask any more questions.
After supper, I decided it would be best to stay away from upstairs so, I went right to the living room and plopped down right in front of the TV. Mr. B had the same idea and he and I watched the tube for about an hour before Janice came in.
“Come on Larry, don’t you want to play with Patty and me? You’re leaving tomorrow so this will be our last chance to have some fun. We’ll even let you pick the game,” she said.
Mr. B looked at me and said, “Boy that sounds like a pretty good deal if they’re going to let you pick the game; watch them though, they could be trying to trick you” and he chuckled to himself.
I followed Janice up the stairs to my den of slavery, the girl’s bedroom. When we entered, I saw that Patty was all ready for games. She had nothing on but a pink, see through negligee. No bra, no panties, just a flimsy pink cover that didn’t even extend to her knees. She looked fantastically sexy and I could feel the instant rise in my jeans.
“I want to be kissed,” she said, and motioned me toward her with her finger. “Take off all your clothes and kiss me on your knees.”
I began to undress and as I did Janice started hitting me with a riding crop. Where had she gotten a riding crop? It hurt when she hit my clothes but it really stung when she struck my bare flesh. It hurt like crazy when she hit one of the bruises made by Brigitte and Becky’s belts that afternoon. I pleaded with her to stop and, finally, when I was completely naked on my knees, she did.
Janice said, “You’ll feel more of this later.” As she held the crop in front of my face. She turned and left Patty and I alone in the bedroom.
Patty walked over to me and stood about an inch away. My face was at her belly and when I looked down I could see her hairy mound beneath the pink gown. When I looked up, I could see her cute little breasts under the pink gown; her nipples were erect. She had such a look of power on her face.
“Tell me and show me what you are Larry,” she said.
I immediately answered, “I am your slave Mistress Patty,” and I bowed down, and kissed each of her bare feet. As I rose back up on my knees, I looked up at her again and the look on her face was one of total power. She could do anything she wished to do with me and to me and she knew it.
“Do you worship me Larry? Will you do anything I tell you to do? Are you my complete and total slave for the rest of your life until I tell you to die?” she asked slowly and sensually.
I gazed up at her and answered, “Yes, Mistress Patty, I worship you; I’ll do anything you tell me to do, anything at all; I am your complete and total slave for the rest of my life; your slave until you tell me to die.”
She laughed and turned her back to me. “Lift my gown and worship my butt slave,” she commanded.
I didn’t hesitate to follow her command. She had such a power about her that I believe anyone would have obeyed her at that point. I touched my unworthy lips to her beautiful butt and began to kiss. My kisses became more and more passionate and I began licking in her crack. Farther and farther I stuck my tongue in and soon I could just taste her sacred hole. I pushed my face into her ass and began French kissing her butt hole again and again as she had taught me to do earlier.
She walked toward the bed while using one hand to hold my face to her butt. When she got there she bent over and her hole was wide to my worship. I licked and I licked and kissed, while she moaned and giggled, for a good fifteen minutes. Then she pushed me back and rolled over on her back and pointed to her pussy.
“Now worship my pussy, little butt face,” she ordered with a voice of commanding authority.
I knew that I was her little “butt face” and would do anything she said. I pushed my face between her legs and began kissing and licking; she came pretty quick because of all the butt licking I had done. I would have been happy to die right there on my knees between her legs. Even though I hadn’t come, she still hadn’t permitted that, I was full of joy for having pleased her, my owner and Mistress.
She lay on the bed, painting, and I slumped on the floor at her feet. Without being told to do anything I bowed down further and began kissing her feet and thanking her. “Thank you Mistress Patty for letting me please you; thank you for letting me be your slave,” I whispered.
As I paid homage to supreme Mistress Patty, Janice came back in the room. “Why Patty, what did you do to poor little Larry? He seems to be slobbering all over your feet,” laughed Janice.
Patty sat up on the edge on the bed while I continued to kiss her feet. “He started out as a butt face and now he’s become a foot face,” said Patty as she joined Janice in laughing about my devotion to her.