I met her in a local tavern one evening after work. She was sitting at the bar
nursing a martini and quite alone. I watched her for the better part of 45
minutes and finally decided to send her over a refresher. She looked up at me as
the barmaid set the drink in front of her and gave me a half smile and a wink.
She was absolutely the most beautiful woman I had seen in a long while. Her jet
black hair was cropped fairly short, not too short. She wore a gray pin striped
business suit and gunmetal gray stockings. Her skirt rode up about four inches
above her beautiful knee, at least what I could see of it without being too
obviously ogling. I expect my tongue was hanging out anyway. On her feet she
wore a pair of plain black leather pumps with about 3 1/2 to 4 inch heels.
Having somewhat of a severe foot fetish, I stole as many glances at her legs and
feet as I felt I could without downright staring. After about a half hour, she
got up to go to the lady's room. She was quite tall, I'd say over 6 feet in her
heels, and very, very well proportioned. I felt my mouth go completely dry as
she walked past me toward the restrooms. I couldn't help but stare at her, my
eyes always settling on her beautiful, size 7 I guessed, feet. She had very high
arches and the heels she was wearing genuinely enhanced the splendor of an
already dazzling foot, to me anyway. It felt as though it took hours for her to
walk the distance between her seat at the bar, past me to the restroom. She
smiled but said nothing as she passed me. I, being too shy to talk to her,
simply smiled in return. In her absence, I ordered another double Jack on the
rocks and, noticing her martini empty, ordered her another also. I felt a hand
on my shoulder and turned to find myself staring into a beautiful set of blue
eyes. "Thanks for the drink, did you buy me that other one also?" "You're
welcome and yes." "Have the barmaid bring it over here, I'm Rose." She offered
her hand and I eagerly grasped it. "I'm Bill Madden, please sit down." "I
figured if I got a little closer to you, you wouldn't have to stare so hard. Is
there something the matter with my shoes? You seem to be fascinated with
something down there." She was facing away from the bar and stretched her leg
out so I could get a better look. "No, I uh, no, I think they're beautiful."
"Hmm, not too many men notice a woman's footwear. At least, I don't find too
many men appearing to be enthralled by a pair of heels." I immediately found my
tongue wrapped around my teeth and unable to put two intelligible words
together. I finally got across to her I had a kind of a fetish for lady's feet,
particularly clad in a beautiful pair of high heels, like she was wearing. She
held her leg outstretched a while longer, seemingly admiring it herself. Then
she turned around and took a sip of her martini. "At least you've got good
taste." She said half under her breath and into her glass. I didn't quite hear
her and asked her to repeat herself. She gave me a very nasty look and told me
she was not used to repeating herself. Then her look softened somewhat. "I said,
at least you've got good taste. I realize I have gorgeous feet and I always wear
as high a heel as I'm comfortable wearing, usually about this height. Try to pay
closer attention when I'm speaking." "I'm sorry and I share your opinion 100%.
Not only are your feet and legs beautiful, but you are without a doubt one of
the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I know that sounds like a come on of
some sort, but I truly mean the compliment." "Thanks. Drink up and come up to my
apartment for a chaser and we can talk. It's a little quieter up there." "I'd
love to." I gulped my Jack, paid the tab and followed her out the door. We
walked about two blocks and came to a high rise apartment/condo building. The
doorman greeted her as Ms. Leonetti and held the door for her as she walked
toward the elevators. I followed her in and she pressed the button to the 30th
floor, the penthouse. We rode to the top in silence with me staring at the floor
on which her heels were firmly implanted. I envied that floor. When the doors
finally opened, I noticed there were only two units on the floor. I assumed,
rightly, they were huge units. She unlocked the door to her unit and walked in,
I following. The walls were all glass and provided a stunning view of the city.
We were higher by about five stories than any other building nearby. She regally
seated herself in a plush leather couch and told me to make her a martini and
myself whatever I wanted. She pointed to the bar across the room. I finished the
drinks and brought them to where she was sitting. She patted the couch beside
her and I sat. "I'm curious about this fetish for women's feet you were talking
about." She crossed her legs so that her foot was dangling directly in front of
me. She bobbed it up and down, obviously enjoying my discomfort. "I seem to
attract people like you. Most seem to be very eager to please me. Do you feel an
urge to please me?" "Yes, Rose, most men enjoy pleasing a gorgeous woman, I
think." "I mean P-L-E-A-S-E me. I am a very demanding woman. I expect to be
catered to in every way. I even, on occasion, like to cause my men extreme pain
because that sometimes pleases me. I'm very much a sadist and I'm spoiled
rotten. I mean to stay that way also. Do you think you would be prepared to
please me in that manner?" "I think so, I know I would." "Good, we may just get
along fine after all. Go make me another drink, you'll have none." "Sure, Rose,
same thing?" All of a sudden I was seeing stars. She had slapped me harder than
I've ever been hit by a man. I looked at her, tears stinging my eyes, and
noticed she was very angry about something, I had no idea what I'd done. "You
WILL call me Mistress or Your Highness or Mistress Rose. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress." She slapped me again, though not quite as hard, and told me to
get her drink. I was embarrassed, but proceeded to make her drink and bring it
back to her. "Move the coffee table back about two feet and kneel before me."
"Yes Mistress." I'm a quick study and learned that lesson very well. She could
give Mike Tyson a run for his money. I knelt in front of her and looked into her
eyes. She was still somewhat miffed it appeared. I felt I had better say
something. "Mistress, I'm sorry for calling you Rose, it won't happen again.
It's a pleasure to be in your presence, you're so beautiful." She softened
again, somewhat. "You'll have plenty of time to be sorry and plenty of time to
think about the way you should treat your Mistress and expect to be treated by
her. Now put your face on the floor between my feet." "Yes, Your Highness." I
did as I was told. I could smell the sweet odor of her leather heels commingled
with her perspiration. The effect, along with being humiliated at her feet, was
devastating and I immediately developed a raging erection. "Turn your head
sideways. Have a good close look at my beautiful foot. It never ceases to amaze
me the power I have over the male of my species. All I have to do is wiggle my
pretty foot a couple of times, and I have you groveling on your knees in front
of me, willing to, I assume, do anything I tell you to do. Am I right?" "Yes,
Mistress." She moved her foot closer to my face to where it was almost touching
my nose. I wanted to kiss it, but thought the better of that idea. "I bet you
would do about anything to kiss and lick that shoe in front of your face,
wouldn't you. No matter, you'll earn that privilege tonight. You'll definitely
earn that privilege. In fact, you might even get sick of the idea. I'm putting
you in charge of my footwear. You will be cleaning every pair I own, inside and
out. "Are you prepared to accept your role as my servant? Actually, my slave.
Servants do have some dignity to their roles. You will have no dignity in your
role as my slave. You will do as you're told without question. You will accept
any punishment I give you for any reason I choose and thank me for the pain I
inflict upon you. You will suffer under my unmerciful heels for hours on end. I
simply adore inflicting pain on you with the very object of your adoration. I
love crushing your neck like a bug under my heel, watching you gasp for breath
as I steadily press harder and harder. Your very existence is in my hands, under
my feet, I should say. "When you leave here, when I allow you to leave here that
is, your body will be covered with my heel marks and welts from my whip. Your
tongue will be sore from my use of it, from cleaning my shoes to me stepping on
it while I whip you. "You will do as you are told without hesitation, regardless
of how debasing the task I give you seems to you. In my eyes you are merely
something to be stepped on, dirt under my feet. Do you desire to serve me in
this manner? If not you may leave now and you will never savor the wonderful
experience of kissing that beautiful foot in front of your face." "Mistress,
although I'm somewhat nervous about this, I'm willing to accept your conditions
and submit myself to you as your complete slave." She laughed at this and stood
up. She raised her foot, not the one in front of my face, and placed it on my
head. I felt the heel digging into my head as she put more and more of her
weight on me. "I pronounce you my slave. You will answer to the name "Toilet". I
think you'll find the name suits you for at least one of your many duties. You
may kiss my foot and accept your role." I lovingly kissed her shoe even as she
pressed harder and harder on my head until her other foot was off the ground.
Just then I heard the door open and close. Rose never moved from her position of
crushing my head. When I tried to move, she kicked my face with her free foot.
"Do not move. It's just my roommate, Sharon. Mistress Sharon to you." "What have
you brought home, Rose? A new slave for us?" "He was staring a hole in my feet
tonight down at John's place tonight and I thought I'd bring him home to give
him a better look." "Looks like he's getting it." She finally released some
pressure off my head. I started to move but was shoved back to the ground. "I
neglected to mention that, since you have agreed to be my slave, you will also
serve Sharon. You may crawl over to her and kiss the toes of each of her shoes."
I dared not look up at her, but crawled to where I heard her voice. In front of
my face was a pair of beautiful white, high heeled boots. I very gently and
reverently kissed the toe of each boot and backed up a little, awaiting
instructions. "Does he know his duties, Rose?" "He knows he is to follow orders
immediately. He doesn't have to know what we'll require of him, only to do as he
is told." "Why didn't you have him lying at the door when I came in? Doesn't he
know that's his job?" "I haven't gotten that far." "What's his name?" "Toilet"
"How very fitting." "Toilet, get your ass over here and clean the soles of my
boots. God knows what I may have stepped in walking around these streets." I
dared raise my head enough to figure out she was seated next to Rose on the
leather sofa. She was equally as beautiful as Rose, but blonde, and had on a
white leather tube type dress. Her boots were thigh high and she had on off
white stockings. She had crossed her legs and I crawled to her upraised foot and
twisted my neck around to begin licking her sole. She immediately stomped down
hard on my face and ground her foot on my mouth. "You asshole. You never, ever
come to my highest foot. You always present yourself to my lowest foot. Lie on
your back, head at my foot. That's better." She placed her foot on my mouth and
told me to begin cleaning. She did allow me to hold her foot and move it around
so I could reach every part of her sole, but she continued to keep her legs
crossed and the weight was becoming difficult to handle. It didn't seem to
bother her much as she and Rose were engaged in conversation I could not hear,
they were whispering to each other. When I finished the gritty sole, I took her
heel into my mouth and cleaned it as best I could. I asked her if I could switch
boots and she repositioned herself, crossing her other leg, without comment.
After some time I finished that one as well. "Done Toilet? Scoot up a bit and
get busy on Rose's heels." As I moved up towards Rose's feet, Sharon moved her
boots to my chest, taking much delight in grinding the heels into my flesh. At
least I had a shirt on, which was some protection, though I felt this would be
short lived. Rose enjoyed having me hold my tongue out while she wiped her shoe
on it, like she would a carpet. Her other foot was placed firmly upon my face
over my eyes, holding my face in place. Her heel was digging unmercifully into
my cheek. As before, they seemed to ignore my presence and were engaged in
conversation. I had apparently finished that shoe to her satisfaction as she
moved it to my neck and placed her other shoe to my mouth without comment. Other
than telling me to keep my tongue out, she simply ignored me. She was making it
difficult for me to breathe as she was pressing fairly hard on my neck with her
other foot. I was getting a little concerned about my situation. I had agreed to
be Rose's slave, but was somewhat bothered being a slave to two women. I was a
little nervous, wondering what kind of humiliation and pain two women could
concoct for me. Before I could dwell too long on this problem, Rose finally
noticed me. "Take that shoe off and hand it to me so I can inspect your work."
She lifted her foot somewhat and I removed her shoe and handed it up to her. She
placed her stockinged foot back on my mouth. I thought I was going to pass out.
The odor was magnificent. She moved her foot, much to my dismay, to my forehead
and looked down at me. "This shoe looks like it was never touched. Is your mouth
getting a little dry?" Her shoes had leather soles and they sucked up the
moisture in my mouth. "Yes, Mistress." "Maybe this will help a little." She spit
on the sole of her shoe and held it over my mouth. "A kiss from your Mistress.
Enjoy it slave." I licked her saliva off the shoe. She told me to hold it over
my mouth so she could slide her foot into it. She finally wiggled her foot into
the shoe, placed her feet on the floor and stood up, eventually straddling my
face. I could see straight up her skirt and saw that she was wearing a garter
belt and sheer black panties. I could almost see through them, which did nothing
to alleviate the strain on my own pants. Sharon saw to that, however, by
strategically placing her heel on my aching balls and grinding. She was now
standing between my legs and putting a great deal of pressure on me. "Enjoying
the scenery, slave?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good, you'll get a better view shortly.
Sharon, let's take him to his new quarters. "Toilet, you will crawl behind me.
If I stop walking, I expect to feel your slave tongue on my heels within one
second. You'll receive twenty lashes from my whip for every second you are
late." "Yes, Mistress Rose." She turned and started walking away but Sharon
still had her foot on me, holding me in position. She finally removed her foot
and I hurried to crawl behind Mistress Rose. From behind me, Sharon kicked me
between the legs very hard. I immediately fell to my face writhing in agony.
"When you leave a Mistress' presence, you are to kiss each of her feet and ask
for permission to leave. Get back here and beg my leave properly." Still
smarting from the kick, I struggled again to my knees and crawled back to her,
forgetting, for the moment, about Rose. I gingerly kissed each of her boots and
begged her permission to leave. She granted permission after having me again
kiss her boots and I turned to find Rose standing over next to the bar. I
crawled as fast as I could to her feet and began licking her shoes. "Well, you
have successfully earned yourself 620 lashes, Toilet. You must be very anxious
to taste my whip." "I'm sorry, Mistress. But ..." A well placed kick to my neck
cut me short. Choking and coughing I immediately went back to licking her shoe.
She said nothing, but turned and started walking again. I followed, my mouth
inches from her flashing heels, to the other end of the condo and through a door
into a small room. The room had no windows but was brightly lit with several
overhead lamps. It looked like something from the middle ages. There were wooden
crosses on the walls, several padded leather "horses", eye bolts recessed into
the floor in various locations and one full wall covered with various implements
of torture. There were whips, chains, hand and leg cuffs, mouth gags, helmets
and, what appeared to be, about a hundred pairs of high heeled shoes and boots,
some much higher than the 4" heels Rose was wearing. From the ceiling hung
several trapeze looking devices below which could be seen more eye bolts in the
floor. I surmised the purpose of these were to help the Mistress balance herself
while she covered her slaves body with bruises and cuts from her heels. There
was, what appeared to be a portable toilet in one corner of the room, and
several pieces of furniture with holes cut in the back and a bench running back
from the holes. One thing glaringly missing, if this was to be my quarters, was
a bed. There was nothing in the room which could be mistaken for a bed of any
sort. I didn't allow myself much time to drink this all in, just a quick glance
around, as Rose had stopped moving again and I fell to the task of groveling at
her feet. The floor was plain concrete and very cold. I heard Sharon's heels
clicking behind me as she walked into the room. I continued to clean Rose's
shoes as I was instructed. Again, I was treated to a vicious kick between my
legs. This one nearly caused me to pass out. I fell to the ground and attempted
to continue licking Rose's shoe. "When a Mistress enters a room, you also grovel
at her feet, Toilet." "But, I ..." Again I was treated to one of Rose's well
placed kicks in the throat. "Greet Mistress Sharon properly, Toilet. You will
definitely have to be taught some manners." "But, I ..." Another well placed
kick, this time to the side of my face with the toe of her shoe. I could feel
and taste the blood inside my mouth. As quickly as I could, under the
circumstances, I crawled on my stomach to Mistress Sharon's boots and reverently
kissed the very toes of her boots. Unfortunately, there was a little blood on my
lips and I left a mark on one of her boots. "Lick that off, you asshole, and be
quick about it." Naturally, since I was still bleeding, this only made matters
worse. Sharon was becoming angrier by the minute as I tried, without success, to
clean her boot. "I believe we're going to have to wash his mouth out. If that
blood stains my boot, he'll wish he was dead. May be, for that matter. Get your
clothes off, Toilet." "Yes, Mistress." I was somewhat uneasy undressing in front
of two fully clothed women, but I moved as quickly as I could and put my clothes
into the corner of the room. I crawled back to Sharon's boots and tried again to
lick the blood stain from the toe. "Enough, you're just making matters worse.
Get his new outfit, Rose." The new "outfit" consisted of a dog collar and a
leash, cuffs for my hands and ankles. Rose and Sharon busied themselves
"dressing" me and when finished dragged me across the room to the corner where
the portable toilet resided. Rose kicked me over onto my back and made me slide
my head into the hole in the front of the contraption. Sharon pulled my arms
above my head and fastened them to, I guess, hooks on the wall behind the
toilet. The inside of the toilet was plastic lined and Rose was busy fixing the
plastic around my neck, essentially isolating my head inside the waterproof
compartment. I felt my legs being pulled and my leg cuffs being attached to
additional hooks on the floor. The toilet seat was down and I was in total
darkness. I heard their heels clicking as they both walked out of the room. I
was left to contemplate my predicament which was beginning to look rather bleak.
After what seemed like hours on the cold floor, I heard their heels clicking
back into my "quarters". There were more than Sharon and Rose's voices and
heels. Now I was nervous. The seat above me suddenly opened and I was greeted
with Rose's beautiful face looking down at me, joined immediately by another
beautiful redheaded woman. "What do you think, Pam?" "It'll do. How long have
you had it." "Just a couple of hours. Toilet, I've decided to have a little get
together this evening with a couple of my girlfriends, and you have volunteered
for the "seat of honor". Isn't that wonderful?" "Yes, Mistress, thank you."
"Very well. You are to obey any of my friends as though I was giving you
instructions. Is that understood?" "Yes, Mistress." "Unfortunately, Pam, I
haven't had the time to train him properly in the service of a woman. You'll
have to use regular toilet paper tonight. The next time you're over he will be
able to serve you directly without you having to sit on this cold seat. But for
now, we'll just get him used to the idea of serving women properly." "That'll be
fine for tonight. Though I'd rather have a nice soft tongue clean me, I don't
want to mess up your beautiful carpeting. Let's go have a cocktail, shall we."
The lid closed and their heels clicked out of the room. They were laughing at
their own private joke on the way out. Again plunged into darkness, I awaited
patiently to perform my new "job" for Rose and her guests. Not too much time had
gone by when I heard the door open and the lights go on. A single set of heels
clicked up to where I was bound. The lid opened and a stunning blonde casually
peered down at my face. She stepped up onto my chest as nonchalantly as she
would a carpet, ignoring my moans of agony. She turned around, lifted her black
leather skirt and pulled down her black sheer panties. She also wore a garter
belt and black sheer stockings. She sat down on the toilet and carefully placed
her heels, one on each of my nipples. By this time I was almost to the point of
crying from the pain she was inflicting on my chest. The view, however, was
magnificent. She looked down at me between her legs and smiled briefly. "A word
of caution, Toilet. There are ten ladies out there tonight and we'll be using
you regularly. You would be smart to drink as much of our waste as you can. We
wouldn't want you to drown in there, we will be needing you for amusement
later." "Yes, Mistress." She finally let go and I drank as much of the somewhat
bitter liquid as I could. She must have been drinking quite a bit, as her urine
had very little taste. While I drank quite a bit, I still remained in about an
inch of her waste. I was beginning to get the drift of her earlier comment. If
ten women were going to be using me in this manner, I would surely drown at this
rate. She used toilet paper and cleaned herself. She daintily handed down the
paper and told me to eat it, which I did, of course. She then stood up, heels
still on my nipples, and straightened her panties and skirt. She ignored my
squeals of pain but told me to quit moving around. "Don't you dare move while
I'm standing on you, you asshole. Do you want me to twist an ankle? I would
strip the skin off your back if you hurt me." "I'm sorry, your Highness, it
won't happen again." "It had better not." She closed the lid and carefully
walked down my body, making sure her last footfall landed directly on my
genitals. I held my body rigid and sighed with relief as she finally stepped off
me, walked to the door and again left me in darkness. This went on for what
seemed to be several hours. Each woman more beautiful than the last. I didn't
think there were this many gorgeous females in the world, let alone gathered in
one room. They all seemed, however, to take extreme pleasure in humiliating me.
I hadn't seen Rose or Sharon since they first put me into this toilet, however.
Finally, they both showed up at once. Rose walking directly up my body. Sharon
opened the lid and laughed. "Are we nice and comfy, Toilet?" "Yes, Mistress." I
wasn't really. The urine, although I felt like I had drank over two gallons,
still came over my ears. "Good news, Toilet. The party's over. We'll each use
you then you can doze off for a little while, until we need you again." Rose
unzipped her skirt and let it fall to my chest. She then slid her panties down,
with Sharon balancing her on my chest. By this time, I had so many women walk on
me, I was pretty much numb to their heels. She sat down and relieved herself and
followed the procedure with the toilet paper, making me swallow it while she
watched. She was genuinely amused. She finally stood up and Sharon immediately
took her place. She wiggled completely out of her leather dress and stepped out
of her panties as well. Under her dress she wore a beautiful white, satin and
lace bustier which accented her magnificent body. She daintily sat on the toilet
seat and carefully, as did everyone else, placed her heels, one on each nipple.
I had begun to feel what I was sure was blood trickling down my chest from my
nipples. No one seemed particularly concerned about my problem, however. She
immediately covered my face and mouth with her urine. She had apparently been
holding it for sometime. It flowed into my nose, mouth and eyes and seemed as
though it would never stop. She finally finished, however, and sat there looking
down at me, smiling. "Oh dear, Rose. I'm afraid our slave hasn't had much in the
way of solid food this evening. That's rather rude of us, don't you think?" "By
all means, Sharon. We want all our guests to enjoy themselves at our parties,
don't we?" "Unfortunately, we've eaten all the goodies. I am willing to share,
however. What do you think, Toilet?" I knew what was coming. There was no way
out of this without causing myself extreme agony. I had no choice. "Yes,
Mistress, please share your food with me." "I've already done all the work for
you, Toilet. I've eaten it and digested it for you." She laughed at her humor.
She moved herself ahead a little so she was situated with her anus directly over
my mouth. I had real misgivings about this. I didn't know if I could do it
without puking and I knew, if I did, I would surely drown in my own vomit. I
steeled myself to the task, hoping I could maintain my composure. "Remember,
slave, this is a gift from your goddess, as is all waste from a female body. A
male slave is privileged to receive and consume female waste. A slave must
aspire to please his Mistress in order to receive her bodily wastes as his
nourishment. You will eat and beg to eat our spit, used Kleenex, toenail
clippings, even our bathwater and the water we soak our beautiful feet in while
you are giving us a pedicure. "Turn on the light, Rose." Suddenly the inside of
the makeshift toilet lit up. There was a small bulb in the top corner which I
had previously not noticed. "Now, there is no reason for you to miss a drop. I
want you to watch my beautiful sphincter muscles work while I give you your
dinner." As I watched her anus she first expelled a little gas and laughed.
Actually, it didn't smell bad at all. Maybe it was true that hers didn't stink.
Finally her anus began to bulge a little and a small brown piece of her eased
out. I lifted my head too make sure I would catch her offering. The first one
was small and fell into my mouth. It was somewhat bitter, but in no way totally
repulsive and I was able to swallow with little difficulty. Of course, her heels
digging into my chest and the mental picture of her beauty didn't hurt matters.
"That's all I have for you now, slave. I hope you enjoyed it." "Very much,
Mistress. Thank you." She reach back and wiped herself and dropped the paper on
my face. She then stood up, turned around and leaned over the toilet. She got
the piece of paper and stuffed it into my mouth. "Excellent, slave, I'll be glad
when we can dispense with this paper, however. Maybe in the morning when I have
more for you I can train you in proper toilet service for a woman." She stepped
down off my chest and clicked around to the side of the toilet. She bent down
and released my right hand from its hook on the wall. My other hand stayed
firmly attached to the wall on the other side of the toilet. "I want this mess
cleaned up before you go to sleep." I noticed her putting something on the seat
above me and adding a wad of toilet paper. "I've put a nice flexible straw up
here for you and some paper. I've, you'll notice, also been kind enough to free
your right arm. Don't bother to try to get loose. All of your other cuffs are
locked with combination locks. The only thing I want to see in the morning, when
I come here to use you, is your toil
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