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he cum, What will happen now?
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Old 04-15-2017, 7:22 PM
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Another excellent chapter!
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Old 04-18-2017, 7:30 AM
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Can't wait to find out about this "celebration"
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Old 04-18-2017, 11:30 AM
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PART 77


Gimp! I wish she’d stop using that fucking gimp word with its connotations of having my ownership transferred to Mistress Georgia then being gelded her.

A celebration? I fantasised about sitting on the balcony with Mistress Caitlin, champagne in hand, having an adult discussion about our relationship where I agreed to fund her life if she allowed me to express my foot fetish in a mature adult way and masturbate under her feet as I needed to. No more ball busting or humiliation, just a respectful mature relationship between consenting adults. Yeah, right, like that was going to happen!!

‘Assume the Position’.

What? This was her idea of a celebration?

Oh no, I was just so messed up with everything that had happened I couldn’t see how I’d get through one of Mistress’ punishment floggings.

Nevertheless, I knelt in position and waited with considerable trepidation her right foot and my balls to collide.

The first kick was brutal and flush on target, trapping my left testicle against my pelvis. My face contorted in agony.

‘Hehe, I love that initial reaction when I kick a male in the gonads. It must hurt like fucking hell, right chump?’

‘Yes Mistress‘, I managed to gasp out.

The second kick was just a lethal as the first and I was so weakened I knew I was going down soon and would have to accept the consequences. Mistress Caitlin hadn’t told me how many ball crushers she’d sentenced me to at this stage.

She rocked back a little, paused to gather up her balance and power, then unleashed a devastating third kick which was so blindingly painful I lost control of my sphincters and all my senses and catapulted to the floor at her feet. I was a goner, Mistress Caitlin would be merciless now I’d broken her Number 1 ball busting Rule.

I crawled to her feet and showered them with kisses, thanking her for keeping me in my place with her beautiful right foot. She spoke,

‘I’m going for a surf in a minute, fag, I just wanted a little stress relief before I left so I’m not going to injure or hurt you for falling. You’re working today, right? I’ll see you tonight’.

Mistress padded out of the room and returned wearing her bikini and holding a towel. I hadn’t been able to move and was still curled up in the foetal position.

‘On your back, turd.’

That beautiful but oh-so-deadly kicking foot descended onto my face yet again and Mistress spoke,

‘Get your act together, fuckwit, you’ve got to go to work and make me some money’. She walked out the door guffawing with laughter as I tried to come to terms with the hopelessness of my situation.

I had been broken again by Mistress Caitlin’s right foot, transported from the heights of ecstasy with two orgasms under that foot, to the depths of despair when the foot demolished my testicles, then reminded of her utter control of me as she ordered me to work by standing over me with her foot on my face moments earlier. She thoroughly understood the weaknesses of a foot freak and had used my lust for her feet to advantage herself, and she had rendered me so helpless it was impossible for me to resist her.

And now I somehow had to struggle to work and face that demoness from HR, Sara!
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Old 04-20-2017, 5:51 PM
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Another epic chapter!! Love it.
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Old 04-21-2017, 10:33 AM
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77 parts into this story...and still as wonderful as ever. :-)
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Old 04-23-2017, 1:30 PM
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PART 78

To say that I was a complete mess would be an understatement. The emotional turmoil of the past 2 months, the sleep deprivation, the prolonged chastity, the regular brutal ballbusting sessions, two unusual orgasms at the end of the enforced chastity period, the relentless humiliation, all my spare time being taken up by serving as Madame’s pansy maid, the threat of being gelded by Mistress Georgia, and losing control of my finances, had all taken their toll. And all because I couldn’t control my lust for the soles of Mistress Caitlin’s feet. I was a fool, there was no doubt about it!

Right now though, I had a more immediate problem. I wasn’t really fit to work but I’d received a direct instruction from Mistress Caitlin, which I dared not defy, to attend so I could make her “some money”. She’d issued the instruction with her kicking foot planted firmly on my face so she had ensured there was no chance of my disobeying her.

But I knew once I got to work I’d have to confront that demoness Sara, the head of HR, who had threatened to send me to a doctor for an evaluation if I had any more “sickies”. A rock and a hard place, yet again.

So I pulled myself together, as best I could, checked myself in the mirror before I left (and had to admit I looked like something the cat had vomited up), and made my way to work.

I arrived 5 minutes late, sat at my desk and turned on my computer. The first email was from Sara saying, ”Report to my office as soon as you arrive David”.

Uh, oh, I didn’t like the tone of that message!

I arrived at Sara’s office and was ushered in by her secretary.

‘Sit, David’. Sara pointed to a chair in front of her desk. I sat and waited. She grabbed a file and walked around the front, sitting on the desk right in front of me.

Sara was wearing a pin-stripe coat and skirt, white shirt, and sheer black stockings with highly polished, very high-heeled pumps. She crossed her leg so her right shoe/ foot dangled perilously close to me. Shit no, not another Female who was about to work me over.

‘I’ll get straight to the point David. Your work has been unsatisfactory for many months now, absenteeism, distracted, limping about quite regularly like you’ve been assaulted, and other strange behaviours have been reported by your male colleagues such as not using the male urinal. Anyway, I’m terminating your employment but, because you’ve been a long-term employee and your previous work was first class, you will receive a very generous redundancy’.

I was gobsmacked; this was totally unexpected. Sara changed her crossed legs so she now had her left leg crossed over her right. The brushing of her stockings as she moved her legs was very distracting and arousing. I wish she wouldn’t do that, it was stimulating in all the wrong ways!

‘Err, is there any way of me retaining my job Sara?

‘No David, it’s my decision and its final. Look, your redundancy payout will make up for a lot of the heartache so just take it and walk away. I will get tough on you if you’re stupid and go legal or anything like that’.

A lightbulb went off in my head. If I could get the redundancy payout as a cheque, I could open up a bank account and have money separate from Mistress Caitlin and Madame Sonya. Fantastic! This was something worth embracing.

‘OK Sara, just one thing. Could you please give me a cheque for my payout rather than pay it into my bank account?’

Quite a reasonable request, I would have thought. If she says yes, I have a modicum of freedom again!

‘No David, the normal procedures have to be adhered to. The money will be paid directly into your own personal bank account’.

Fuck, except I didn’t have any control over my “own personal bank account” any more.

Sara sat on the desk, towering over me as I effectively sat at her feet, with those dangerous looking spike-heeled pumps bobbing about near my face.

The whole situation was overwhelming. It seemed like an eternity since I’d had control over my own destiny because my submissive nature had made my prey for all these predatory Females.

I needed to get out of there, right now, I’d had enough of being bullied and I was resigned to my fate. I just didn’t want another Woman lauding it over me after all I’d been though. So I spoke,

‘OK Miss Sara, I’ll do what you say’.

What the fuck!!? Why did I call her MISS Sara?? Oh Shit. I waited for her response, filled with trepidation.

I could see by the smirk on her face that Miss Sara wasn’t going to let that mistake go through to the keeper. I knew, from bitter past experience, what a dominant Female like Miss Sara could do once they sniffed out that submissiveness on a male.

I was frozen to the chair as Miss Sara looked me up and down, like I was her prey, and sneered at me. This could not possibly end well!
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Old 04-24-2017, 5:12 AM
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Nice cliffhanger ending to that chapter. I can't wait to find out what Miss Sara does to him. :-)
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Old 04-24-2017, 6:41 AM
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another foot Mistress !!! :-)
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Old 04-24-2017, 5:57 PM
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Love the new twist.
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PART 79

The next part of the “interview” happened in slow motion. I could scarcely believe that Miss Sara had the temerity to do what she did next in a public building.

Those beautiful, nylon clad legs unfolded from their crossed position, paused briefly with them both hanging down, then, as I sat mesmerised by what was occurring, Miss Sara raised her right foot and used the tip of the pump to lift my head up by pushing it under my chin, then placed the oh-so-dangerous metal spike of her heel into the soft flesh of my throat.

I was paralysed by her beauty and dominance. I had yet again lost complete control of proceedings to a very dominant and dangerous Humiliatrix.

She spoke, ‘One move and I slit your throat David. Am I clear?’

Where had I heard that before? ‘Yes Miss Sara, you’re clear’.

‘You think I didn’t know you were a pervert? I’ve seen you ogling all the shoes and legs of the girls in the office, especially mine, you dumb cunt. I’ve let you stay in the job up to now because it didn’t interfere with your work but something has obviously happened and I suspect you have come under the control of a Mistress. Am I correct?’

I nodded ever so carefully as that spike heel bore into my throat.

‘I’d like to punish you right here on the spot but unfortunately work protocols prevent me disciplining wayward employees by slicing them to pieces with my heels’.

Miss Sara had a belly laugh at that one as she kept me suspended from her lethal stiletto heel.

‘Security will be her shortly to escort you out. Here, take these David’.

Miss Sara handed me a few tissues which I grabbed. What was that about?

‘This is something to remember me by, you fucking perverted creep’.

And with that, Miss Sara sliced her heel across my throat opening up a gash of around 1 inch.

‘Suck on that fool. That scar will remind you of the Woman who kicked you out of work forever. Because, trust me, if you ever request a reference, I will tell other employers to run away from a foot freak like you as fast as they can’.

I used the tissue to stem the blood pouring from my wound as security arrived. There was a male and a Female, Veronica and Ronald. Veronica was solid, cropped hair, 35ish and butch. Ron was 60ish with a paunch and looked like he’d lost interested in anything years ago.

‘Take him to his desk, empty it, then kick him out of the building Security’.

‘Yes Sara, straight away’, Ron replied.

I was frog marched out of Miss Sara’s office to my own where the contents of my desk were emptied into a box and I was escorted to the front of the building. As we neared the entrance, Veronica turned to Ronald and said, ‘It’s OK Ron, I’ve got this. Go and have a coffee break and I’ll see you later’.

After Ron left, Veronica steered me away from the front door to a side entrance which led out to an alley. I didn’t care, I just needed to be free, to be on my own.

As we stepped into the alley Veronica grabbed the base of my neck/ shoulder on the left in a pincer grip which hurt like hell and started to push me downwards.

‘Get on your knees, creep. I’ve been told you’ve been perving on the feet of all the girls in the office and they are my friends. In fact, one of them is my partner and they want me to set things right. Get on your knees and spread your legs’.

Fuck no!! She was going to bust me. I had to obey, she was too strong for me so I knelt as she drove me down into position. Holy shit, she was wearing heavy work boots … surely not!
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