My wife had passed away about a year and a half ago and my sex life
had deteriorated to masturbation. Most of the time I utilized the ever growing
collection of magazines and material that I would download from the internet.
Occasionally I would be treated to a show by my next door neighbor's kid. Kim
was a senior in high school and a real knockout. Her mother was Japanese and had
passed on a captivating look to her daughter. On this particular Friday, Kim had
gotten home from school and was sunning herself in the backyard. I got out the
binoculars and had a perfect bird's eye view from my bedroom window. She was
wearing a white shirt with a short pleated skirt. She had on those white anklet
socks and patent leather maryjanes that drove me wild. She stretched out in a
lounge chair and I could see almost all her legs up to her underwear. She undid
the maryjanes and I focused in on those legs and feet in the white anklets.
After about thirty seconds I came in one of the best orgasms I've had in quite a
while. As I took the binoculars away, I thought I saw Kim looking my way, but
she must have been just looking around because she went back to reading her
magazine as if nothing had happened. The portable phone she had with her rang
and she disappeared into the house. A short time latter, while I was down in the
kitchen, I noticed Kim driving off in her car. Out of curiosity I went back
upstairs and sure enough she had left those maryjanes out in the back by the
lounge chair. The fence separating our yards was only 5 feet high and the area
was pretty secluded. Besides I knew both her parents worked and wouldn't be home
for hours. I was over the fence in seconds and found myself kneeling by the
lounge chair. I picked up one of the shoes and brought it up to my nose. I
inhaled the fragrance of her feet and the leather. Even though I had just
masturbated less then an hour ago, I was rock hard again. I undid my pants to
get at my dick and started wacking off. I started licking the leather of the
shoe and imagining that Kim was still wearing them. As I began to lick the grit
off the sole of the shoe I came again in another shuddering orgasm. After
regaining my composure, I started to redo my pants when I noticed Kim on the
other side of the sliding glass door. She had a camera and was clicking away
taking my picture. Before I could move she closed the curtain and disappeared. I
quickly got up and high tailed it back to my place. I didn't know exactly what
to do now. What would Kim do? Would she tell her parents? Or worse, the police?
There didn't seam to be anything I could do except wait and see. A couple of
hours past and then the doorbell rang. My heart raced. I went to the door and
peeked through the peep hole. It was Kim on the other side and she was alone.
She rang the bell again and I thought perhaps I should talk to her to see if she
had told anyone, and if not, maybe I could persuade her not to. I opened the
door and she walked right in stating she had something to show me. She plopped
the pictures down on the coffee table in the living room. There was dead
silence. I didn't need to look, I knew what they were. "I've got the negatives
tucked away" she stated. There she was in the same outfit as before, even the
maryjanes. I was numb, frozen. Just then, she kneed me in the groin and pulled
me down on top of her. She started yelling "get off, get off!" I was confused
and in pain. She was the one who created the situation. I was struggling to get
up, however she really got me good with her knee and the pain was somewhat
paralyzing. I finally rolled off and Kim was talking to someone. I hadn't closed
the front door and there was Kim's girlfriend Karen, camera in hand. Karen was
gone as I struggled to my feet. What was going on here? I fell over on the couch
still in a good deal of pain. Kim sat in the chair opposite me with a smirk on
her face. She crossed her legs which caused the skirt to ride up high, and
started swinging her leg. "What should we do now Mr. Conway? Do you have any
suggestions? Rape is a very serious crime in this state." I started to stammer
something unintelligible but my mind was swimming, I couldn't think clearly.
Just then the doorbell rang again and Kim got up to get it. It was Karen,
obviously she had put the camera away for safe keeping. Karen was another
knockout. Instead of the exotic look that Kim portrayed, Karen was a blond
haired blue eyed beauty who was captain of the cheerleading squad. She was
dressed in a close fitting turtleneck that accentuated her perfect breasts,
tight jeans to show off her incredibly shaped butt, and saddle shoes. Even
though I had come twice in the last four hours, my dick was stirring again at
the sight of these two young beauties. "Come in and make yourself comfortable,
Karen," Kim said. "We were just about to discuss what to do about this sudden
turn of events. How about it Mr. Conway, are you willing to discuss this matter
or would you like us to leave and take it up with someone else, the police
perhaps?" "No don't do that! I'm sure we can discuss this and resolve it without
bringing anyone else into the picture. Things have gotten a little out of hand.
After all nothing really happened except perhaps I trespassed on your property."
"Well that's not what the evidence suggests. I can see this might not be that
easy," Kim said. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable in the present situation, after
all it's quite apparent that you are a sex maniac. I think we need to change the
circumstances here if we are to continue to try and resolve this." "Just what do
you have in mind Kim, I see no reason why we can't continue." There was no way I
could let her leave and take this to someone else. "Well I need to feel Karen
and I are safe before we continue. Do you have any rope?" I didn't like the way
this was going-- "ah yes perhaps there is some in the garage, but..." "Go and
get it, we will wait here." "But..." "GO AND GET IT, OR WE ARE LEAVING TO TAKE
THIS UP WITH SOME PEOPLE WHO WOULD FIND THIS INTERESTING" Kim ordered. I quickly
got up and did as she said. I returned with the rope and Kim had me get on my
knees and place my hands behind my back. I was becoming real adept at complying
with her orders. After she tied my hands and feet together she said we could
continue the "conversation." "Alright Mr. Conway, you've done a terrible thing
and you must suffer the consequences." It was apparent that there was no need
for me to join in this discussion as Kim was going to dictate the terms of my
"punishment." She again took up her seat and began swinging her leg. I was
staring at her foot as it moved back and forth. My penis had grown to full
length and it was extremely uncomfortable as there was nothing I could do to
relieve the discomfort caused by the awkward position. Somehow I think she knew,
as she continued. "Since you are in no position to argue," she continued, "you
will agree to whatever I say the punishment should be to fit your crime."
"Well?" Kim asked. I had gotten caught up staring at her foot. The maryjane and
the white anklet were driving me way beyond distraction and I didn't know she
had expected a response from me. Before I could respond, she continued "Okay
perhaps you need some time to ponder what would be worse. But understand me I
will take this to the police if necessary and I do believe you will be a very
old man before you see the free world again. Come on Karen, lets make ourselves
at home while Conway dear thinks this over." I couldn't see what they were
doing, but I decided to let things progress at Kim's pace and wait for her to
return. She was probably in the kitchen getting something to drink. About
fifteen minutes later they returned. Kim had a bunch of papers in her hand. She
had gone upstairs and my heart began to pound again. It looks like she found my
stash of femdom stories that I kept in my nightstand drawer. She took up her
seat in front of me as I continued to be forced to kneel in this awkward
position. She said nothing and I said nothing. Again I was mesmerized by her
foot as it commenced swinging. "It appears that I will have to reevaluate the
situation" she declared, "come along Karen, lets think this over while we get
something for dinner." "Hey what about the ropes?" I asked as it was clear they
were leaving. "Oh they will still be here when we get back" as they both laughed
their way out the door. I slithered along as best I could to see what it was she
was reading. It was one of my favorite stories that I had picked up. About a guy
who remarries a woman with an eighteen year old daughter. The daughter
eventually converts the guy into her complete slave. She rules him totally. She
is extremely sadistic and demanding and he is so captivated by her that he can
refuse her nothing and there is nothing that he wouldn't do if she commands it.
He eventually gets divorced to become the complete slave to the daughter. He
becomes so enslaved that he ceases to have a life outside of his slavery to this
wicked femdom. Just what Kim was going to make of all this I didn't know. Jesse,
why the hell did I have to climb that fence. What had I gotten myself into?
About two hours had past and it must have been near 9:30 in the evening. I was
beginning to wonder if Kim an Karen were coming back. Perhaps they had had
enough fun and games and were going to leave things as they were. Now all I
would have to do is get out of these ropes and hope the whole affair would fade
away. Just as I was getting my hopes up they returned with several packages.
They completely ignored me as they made themselves at home. It was clear they
were concocting something. They each called their parents and said they would be
spending the weekend over the others house. Apparently this was pretty routine
as they had no trouble arranging to spend the night doing whatever the had in
mind. Kim returned to her chair sipping a diet soda and began swinging her foot
once again. "My my, just what are we going to do with you." She picked up the
stories that were on the coffee table and started sifting through them. "Just
what role do you see yourself playing in these stories?" Kim asked as Karen
laughed. "There seems to be only one role for you in each one," as she continued
to flip through the stories. My heart was pounding again and I was just to
dumbfounded to respond to her. Just then her foot stopped moving. I noticed
instantly as of course I hadn't been able to take my eyes off it. "I tell you
what we are going to do" she started to say, "your punishment for your vile acts
will be this, and if you don't agree to comply fully and wholeheartedly in every
way, we will leave right now and let the chips fall where they may when the
authorities find out about the attempted rape. You will become my slave, my
complete slave. You will do whatever I say whenever I say it. You will not even
think about disobeying any order I give you. I will expect you to comply with my
orders immediately and without hesitation. If you agree to do this for however
long I decide the arrangement will last, when I decide I am through with you I
will give you the negatives and set you free. You must now decide. If you agree
to all of the terms I have set out, slither along on your belly and lick the
sole of my shoe." I couldn't decide if I had died and gone to heaven or hell as
this was one of my ultimate fantasies. I just never imagined it would happen in
real life, and I'm not sure that I really ever wanted it to be more than a
fantasy. Regardless, I had absolutely no bargaining power and had to comply
since life behind bars was unimaginable. I slithered as best I could as I could
here Karen laughing in the background. My dick nearly exploded as I reached her
shoe and contorted myself into a position to lick the sole which she was not
about to move and make easy for me. I licked for about two minutes when Kim got
up and walked away. I noticed that Karen had been filming the whole affair on
video. "Now I'm going to remove the ropes but I want you to remain on your
knees. You are never to move or speak unless I direct you to. Any infraction of
the rules will result in severe punishment. You will refer to me as Goddess Kim
and Karen will be referred to as Lady Karen." She undid the ropes and left me
kneeling there. Suddenly I realized that I hadn't had anything to eat or drink
for quite some time but I had no means to communicate this to Goddess Kim under
the rules that I had to obey. Kim went into one of the bags that she came in
with and pulled out what was clearly a contraption to put on my cock. "Strip,
but remain on your knees." I hesitated for just a split second and Kim went back
into the bag and pulled out a riding crop. "Bend over the coffee table and stick
your ass in the air, and you better be quick about it or your punishment will be
more severe. I had gotten m pants down to my ankles as she was getting the crop,
so I was bare assed. Also, Karen, who was filming the whole thing was laughing
at the fact that I was apparently enjoying all this since my dick had gone to
full mast. I had fantasized many times about getting caned by a femdom but I
wasn't sure how it would be in a real situation. I could only hope it would be
as good as my experience licking Kim's shoe, which was beyond the pleasure of
anything I had dreamed of. "You will count out loud and thank me between each
stroke." Whap!!! The pain was immense. It was obvious that Kim was going to hold
nothing back. I sucked in my breath from the sting of the blow. Suddenly two
more blows in quick succession. "I told you to count and thank me between each
stroke" "Three," I yelled, "thank-you Goddess Kim, may I have another" "We will
start over from the beginning and see if you can get it right this time. I sure
hope you are not learning disabled for your sake." Whap!!! "One! Thank-you
Goddess Kim, may I have another." Whap!!! "Two! Thank-you Goddess Kim, may I
have another." Whap!!! "Three! Thank-you Goddess Kim, may I have another." Kim
kept the strokes coming with what felt like all her strength. The pain was
unreal yet I was aroused beyond belief. "Kim, don't you think you should take it
easy?" Karen asked from behind the camcorder. "Karen you are not to advise me in
the treatment of my slave. if you can't stomach it, you are free to leave. Well
slaveboy would you like me to go a little easier on you?" "Whatever would make
you happy Goddess Kim." "Well maybe you are not as slow a learner as I thought."
Whap!!! "Four! Thank-you Goddess Kim, may I have another." "Oh no, after that
interruption we start all over from one now." Whap!!! "One! Thank-you Goddess
Kim, may I have another." This continued up to ten strokes. I was sure to be
bruised for a month, and sitting was going to be very difficult. I slid off the
table on to the floor, totally spent. "Look at that," Karen exclaimed, "he gooed
all over the table!" "What do you have to say for yourself" The beating had
really taken its toll on me and I was extremely thirsty. "Please Goddess Kim,
may I have some water, I haven't had anything to drink for several hours." "You
want a drink?" she flashed the crop at me, "Drink up that mess you made on the
table. Be sure to capture this for posterity Karen." Who had stopped filming
momentarily. Knowing full well that any hesitation would not go over well, I
quickly and greedily lapped up the mess. It was the first time I had eaten cum
and while the taste was unappealing, the fact that Kim had ordered me to eat it
made it extremely appealing. "There now are we still thirsty?" "Yes Goddess
Kim." "Tilt your head back." Kim made a snorting sound like she was sucking the
snot from her nasal passages into her throat. She then glanced at Karen to
ensure she was filming the whole thing. She got about three inches above my
face, her hair gently brushing the side of my cheeks. I knew to open my mouth,
and she slowly let one of the biggest goobers I have seen ooze its way onto my
tongue. I closed my eyes and savored it like a fine wine. "Now slave I want you
to show me you appreciation for the kindest I have shown you." I crawled over to
the chair in which she was sitting and lost myself in the ecstasy as I licked
her shoe. Kim beamed a smile over at Karen as she knew she had totally broken me
and I had become her complete slave, just like the one she read about in the
story just hours ago. I had no idea where this would all lead.
"O.K. now, off with the rest of your clothes, you have some new things to wear."
Kim stated, and I knew that she expected quick and total compliance. In no time
I was naked and on my knees before her. She took the cock and ball harness and
affixed it to the base of my cock and around my balls, splitting them into two
tight sacs. Next she took a thin rawhide cord and attached it to the harness.
The cord was about 4-5 feet long. She gave a quick tug and I yelped from the
pain that shot through me. Kim just glared my way to let me know to keep my
mouth shut. The next article of "clothing" was a studded collar. This she just
handed to me and I duty fully placed it around my neck. "That's all for now
slave, are you still thirsty?" "Yes, Goddess Kim." I replied. "Well go into the
kitchen and get a big bowl and fill it with as much water as you would like to
drink." I was about to get up when Kim stopped me and said, "Around here you
will stay on your knees at all times unless you need to get up to comply with an
order that you receive from me." I crawled in from the kitchen carrying a bowl
of water. "Place it between my feet." Kim directed, "Now undo the buckle on my
shoes, but be sure to do it properly." I wasn't exactly sure what she meant by
properly, and was in no mood to ask without permission to speak, so I lowered
myself down to the level of her shoes and very tenderly kissed her right shoe as
if it were a lover on the first night you fell in love. After several passionate
kisses I felt a tug on the cord, and the pain in my cock and balls told me it
was time to move on. I carefully undid the buckle, kissing it both before and
after, and then gingerly slid the shoe from her foot. I kissed it before I put
it down, breathing in the wondrous odour that the leather and foot sweat
combined to make. "Smell my foot" Kim ordered to my utmost delight. I lowered my
head and began inhaling the fragrance which was utterly intoxicating. My cock
was straining at the harness which now dug into the base of my cock. "I've gone
about two or three days in these socks so they must be pretty rank by now. How
do they smell slave?" Kim asked. "They smell far more lovely than the sweetest
rose" I exclaimed as both Karen and Kim bust out in laughter. "That's enough
with that foot," as she took it away and placed it in the bowl. "On to the next
one." I repeated the process of long loving kisses to her left shoe as her right
foot soaked in the water. After she tired of the attention I was extolling to
her left foot she gave a tug on the cord to signal we were to move on. She
lifted her right foot out of the water and let it drip over the bowl. "Carefully
remove my sock and don't spill any water." I did as told and awaited further
instructions. "Place the sock in your mouth and suck it clean." The white anklet
still had some salty sweat in it and I was in heaven with the tasks Kim was
assigning. I must have leaked a pint of pre-cum and I'm sure I would have
exploded if it weren't for the cock harness digging into the base of my cock.
"O.K. Karen, let me have the camcorder and take a seat on the couch. Slave, time
to start paying homage to our little cheerleader here. Same treatment as before,
and don't let me see you cutting corners." I crawled over to the lovely blond
cheerleader and started passionately kissing her saddle shoes. Karen giggled
quite a bit as I made love to her shoes, but I knew I had to perform no less a
humbling and humiliating task with Karen as I had with Kim. The whole purpose of
this was my total degradation and humiliation. It was unbelievable that I could
find this utter humiliation so sexually stimulating. Karen's socks were pale
pink lacey anklets. She had worn them for cheerleading practice and once again I
was lost in complete nirvana at the task I was performing. The smell was even
more pungent than Kim's feet. I would have gladly smelled her feet for hours
more, however Kim had other plans, and after Karen had soaked her feet in the
bowl, it was time to move on. "Slave, time for you to drink, but first we must
spice it up." Kim snorted out another thick goobery load of saliva, flem, and
snot. After this she had Karen do the same until they had each spit half a dozen
times into the bowl. Kim gave a tug on the cock leash and pulled me towards the
mixture that had once been water but was now a cloudy, milky, gooey liquid. "No
hands, and you are to drink your way down to the bottom of the bowl without
spilling a drop. Then suck the slop out of the socks until they are practically
dry." Kim and Karen took off and left me to my task. My hands and feet were no
longer tied so I was free to do anything I pleased, and yet they may as well
have been bound as tight as could be because I had developed an insatiable
appetite for degradation and humiliation at the hands and feet of these two
beautiful teen vixens. I was ready to commit to slavery forever at their feet.
Somehow, I think Kim had grasped all of this long before I did. My cock strained
at its bounds once again as I slurped up the gooey slime floating on the surface
of the mixture. Because it was so thick, I was able to suck off almost the
entire flemmy goo off the surface in one gulp. My mouth was filled to
practically overflowing with the slimy goo, yet I held it in my mouth for quite
some time, tasting and basking in my humiliation once again. Just then I noticed
that the camcorder had been left on to record my actions. I wondered how Kim
would react to the performance I had just given that could not have been any
better if it had been supervised by the crop?
"O.K. that's about enough for one night, grab that package over there and bring
it up to the bedroom." Kim ordered. I crawled over and dragged the package up
the stairs to the bedroom. I was not quite prepared for what awaited me when I
got there. Karen was standing there brushing her long blond hair in nothing but
flimsy hot pink panties and one of my tee shirts that she had cut to barely
cover her breasts. Kim was in white cotton panties, and had only a sports bra on
top. After gawking for a minute or so, Kim ordered me to bring her the package
as she sat on the bed. She took out handcuffs and ankle cuffs and she quickly
affixed them on me. Next, she took a chain with clasps at both ends. She
attached one end to the ring on my studded collar, and the other to the ring on
the cock harness. The chain was extremely short and I had to hunch over as far
as I could for Kim to attach it to my harness. Then she attached the handcuffs
to the ankle cuffs. I was now contorted into a position where I was sitting on
my heels with my head pulled down into my thighs. There was almost no room for
movement unless I was willing to risk castration. Karen was once again filming
my humiliation to capture it for future display. Meanwhile, she took the tape
that had recorded my drinking scene downstairs and set it up to play on the
bedroom TV. Kim kicked me over on my side and told me to enjoy the show. They
rewound the tape to the spot where they went upstairs and left me with orders to
drink. Kim and Karen got into my(?) bed and started the tape. They burst out
with laughter as they watched me humiliate myself on my own with neither one
there. Karen could not believe the look of total ecstasy on my face as I savored
the gooey flemmy slime before swallowing. It appeared that Kim had made a
friendly bet with Karen that I would humiliate myself no less so if they were
not there, and the proof was on the camera. "You are right Kim, he really is
your total slave. I can't believe you were able to do this in less then a day."
It was hard for me to believe as well, but there was no doubt that Karen was
right, I was Kim's total slave. They shut off the tape, and turned out the
lights, and I thought they were going to bed, until I heard the sounds of some
hot and heavy action taking place up above. They were obviously treating
themselves to numerous orgasms while I was left with a rock hard cock for which
there would be no relief tonight. So I drifted off to a painful and fitful sleep
given the bound position I had been left in. Saturday morning arrived and I had
hopes of being released from my bonds. The girls awoke around 8:30 and started
mulling around. They took showers and dressed in yesterday's clothes. Kim
released me and told me to take a shower and be quick about it. As quickly as I
could, I showered, shaved and dressed. Then I crawled down the stairs to greet
the teens. "What are you doing with clothes on?" Kim asked angrily, "You are not
to have clothes on in this house unless told to." Needless to say I was
stripping as fast as I could. On my knees I crawled over and rested my head on
the floor in front of Kim's feet. "You may beg my forgiveness." With every ounce
of sincerity I could muster I pleaded for forgiveness from Kim, promising that I
was doing my best to comply with her every wish and that I would try as though
my life depended on it to please her in ways that she couldn't yet imagine. Ii
would struggle to perform for her exactly as she wanted without her even having
to ask. "I will overlook this transgression just this once only because I am in
a hurry and I don't want to work up a sweat beating your ass. However rest
assured that should I feel like punishing you later you have merely been granted
a short reprieve. Now show me gratitude for the mercy I have bestowed on you.
Once again I prostrated myself before this amazing girl and kissed her shoes as
if there was no tomorrow, which there might not be if she was not completely
satisfied with my performance. She tilted her shoe slightly and I was able to
struggle to lick her soles, abasing myself once again as Karen recorded the
moment. Without my cock harness on, the degradation I was feeling while licking
her soul sent me over the edge as I came on the kitchen floor. "Enough," Kim
stated, as she kicked me away. Observing the mess I made, she smiled and spit
right in the middle of it. "On your back!" I rolled on my back and she proceeded
to step in the goo and then on my face. I hungrily lapped at her shoe until she
was satisfied the slop was all gone. The collar and cock harness were then
attached along with the cock leash. I was then allowed to put my clothes back
on. I had to leave my fly open an inch or so to allow the leash to pass through.
"Now Karen and I both celebrated our 18th birthday last week and it's time for
you to take us out and get us a present. So get your money and credit cards
together, lets go I'm hungry and we are going to stop at the diner for breakfast
first" I was back in a flash, and crawled out to the Infiniti in the garage
where the girls were waiting. On the way to the diner, Kim tugged on the leash
and rested her feet in my lap. From the back seat Karen rubbed her saddle shoes
all over my head. I was in heaven once again but the cock harness was preventing
any relief from the torment. We stopped at a red light and a car pulled up
beside us. As the couple looked over at us, Kim raised her foot and said "Lick
it" while tugging on the cock leash. I knew better then to delay and began
licking Kim's sole right in front of this couple. Karen was laughing
hysterically from the back at the situation. "I can't imagine what you will have
him doing after a week." Karen said as we continued to the diner. Once there,
Kim led me from the car by the leash, thankfully I was allowed to walk instead
of crawl. We were showed a table and all was well as Kim ordered for me and we
awaited the food. She ordered me oatmeal and when it came, declared it to hot.
She pulled the bowl over to her side and Karen and Kim took turns spitting in it
much to the disbelief of the people at the table across from us. "Would you like
it mixed in?" she asked. "No thank-you Goddess Kim." I replied. She gave me the
bowl back and I carefully scraped the spittel off the top and once again savored
it like it was a feast for a king. The other table was now a mix between disgust
and laughter. I was about to take a drink when I felt a tug that told me to
stop. Kim took my glass along with hers, and headed to the bathroom with Karen.
They returned shortly and placed the two glasses in front of me. "Since I
thought you might be thirsty I brought you two." "Thank you Goddess Kim." I
reached out for one of the glasses containing what I knew to be her golden
nectar. "I can never thank you enough for the privilege you now bestow on me
Goddess Kim." I closed my eyes and slowly drank her waste product as if it were
a rare wine. The other table was just about over the edge when Kim took a
spoonful of the slop, crossed her legs so one was hanging slightly out in the
aisle, and plopped the slop right on the patent leather of her maryjane. Without
hesitation, I got out from me seat, knelt before my goddess and begged for
permission to clean her shoe. After several humbling efforts to convince her,
Kim granted me permission to clean her shoe. I returned to the table and washed
it down with the other glass of her precious fluid. Finished, Kim now led me by
the leash out of the diner.
We left the diner and headed off to the Stanford shopping mall. Kim was quiet on
the drive, perhaps reflecting on the public events that had just taken place. It
seemed as if she were born for the role of dominatrix. She had taken to it
almost immediately and now seemed to actually relish her new position. She was
looking for more and more ways to demonstrate her control and power over me. I,
on the other hand, could not believe how strong my desire to submit to her had
become. I had never experienced anything approaching the level of sexual arousal
I derived from my submission. Maybe it was the fact that her domination was no
game. In any case, we were discovering that we were perfect for the roles we
were taking. In fact, they weren't roles, it was as if we found are calling in
life. I had always fantasized about submission, but I never thought I would
actually enjoy the real life experience. Now I was discovering the real thing
was pleasure beyond anything my wildest fantasies had ever produced. I wondered
how far this would all take me, and where it would end. Was Kim having some of
these same thoughts? We arrived at the posh shopping mall and I walked behind
the girls as Kim held my leash. The thin rawhide was not that noticeable but
occasionally someone would notice and snicker at my predicament. The shame I
felt when they discovered my plight stirred my cock to total arousal. Damn the
cock harness biting into the base of my cock. This ever present arousal however,
caused a constant stream of pre-cum to leak out making the choice of my light
tan pants a poor one. The stain would only draw attention to the leash. I was
helpless however, in controlling my arousal. As we strolled along, Kim was
discussing that she needed to come up with a name for me. Mr. Conway simply
would not do. She felt that perhaps Slave Shoe licker would be appropriate, and
so I became Mr. Slave Shoe licker. The girls enjoyed their fun, talking about me
as if I wasn't there, but now it was time to shop. In honor of my new name, we
first stopped in a shoe store. Kim picked out several different styles of
maryjanes, both patent and mat finish in black, white, and even a pink pair she
found in her size. She also picked out a pair of leather keds for comfort around
the house. Karen, on the other hand, picked out several varieties of the saddle
shoes she enjoyed, in black/white, red/white, pink/white, green/white and
yellow/white. Karen also went for some spiked heels, and strappy sandals. As the
girls were trying on the shoes, Kim would occasionally ask "Would you enjoy
licking the dirt off these shoes Slave Shoe licker?" This of course was said
right in front of the sales woman for proper effect. I would always respond "Yes
Goddess Kim." At least the sales woman was discrete and would just smile and
shake her head. When she found out that we would be buying all twenty or so
pairs that the girls tried on, she was a little more impressed. The next stop
was a Victoria Secret type store. Kim's tastes were rather simple. Only cotton
panties and socks. She did however pick up several pairs of anklets in a variety
of colors. Karen once again went with a more sophisticated style. Frilly
anklets, thigh highs, silks, nylon, and night clothes. Karen had model looks,
and could wear anything or nothing and rate a top ten in anyone's opinion. The
sales woman remarked several times that she knew an agent who would be
interested in meeting her if she was interested in modeling. The sales woman
also noticed the leash that Kim was holding and asked if I was her dog. "Oh no,
he doesn't rate that high, he is Slave Shoe licker." Noticing the growing
pre-cum stain the woman remarked "Is he under control?" Kim crossed her legs and
gently started swinging her foot. I felt a tight tug on the leash and fell to my
knees in front of my Goddess. I lowered my head to the floor below her swinging
foot. "Do you have anything to say slave?" Kim asked. "Please allow me the
privilege of abasing myself at your feet, Goddess Kim. I would consider it the
greatest honor if you would allow me to lick the dirt from your shoe. There is
no more joyful act that I could hope to perform in my worthless life then to
perform this honor for you." Kim tugged on the leash and I contorted myself to
get at the sole of her shoe which was barely six inches off the ground. Once
again I was lost in the ecstasy that this humiliating act brought about. The
experience was orgasmic even though I was prevented from cumming by my cock
harness. I don't know how long this scene went on, but a tug on the leash
brought me out of my trance and it was time to leave. Karen spent over 1000
dollars on her own here. As we continued to stroll the mall the girls were
talking amongst themselves about how far they could go before my credit limit
ran out. Karen wanted to ask, but Kim was unconcerned. We stopped in several
other stores and spent several thousand more when Kim decide it was time to
leave. Karen wanted to continue, as it appeared she could shop all day and
night. It was agreed they would stop in one more store before we left. Karen
picked a jewelry store. After browsing around for a while Kim came up with an
idea. "Slave Shoe licker, since we are here in honor of our 18th birthdays, you
will decide what to buy us here." Karen was immediately disappointed. She felt
she would be cheated out of a real coupe. I decided to start with Karen. I knew
her tastes were sophisticated and expensive. When I picked out The diamond stud
earrings for three thousand dollars, her eyes lit up and she gasped. While she
and Kim were admiring the earrings I picked out a ruby, emerald and diamond
tennis bracelet that went for twenty-five thousand. Karen was flabbergasted as
she hugged Kim. She was immediately talking about evening wear she needed to get
so she could wear the bracelet. She even hinted that I might be entitled to a
reward for my choice, but Kim cut her off on that topic. Now I must decide for
Kim. This would be a little more difficult. I didn't want to disappoint her, yet
she did not have expensive tastes. After looking around for a while I selected a
simple gold ankle bracelet. With my heart pounding with apprehension I held out
the bracelet for Kim to see. A slight smile crossed her lips, and she moved her
foot forward and pointed her toe in a dancers pose. I sank to my knees and
kissed her shoe, my face almost to the ground. I kissed her foot several times
as I was in no hurry. Perhaps because she was pleased she allowed me to continue
placing loving kisses on her shoe. Not wanting to carry on beyond the honor Kim
bestowed, I moved back slightly, still bent over practically lying on the floor
at her feet, and put the bracelet on. I boldly took the liberty and kissed her
ankle, the highest point that I had ever achieved. I backed away and lowered my
forehead to the ground at her feet. She left me there while she and Karen
admired the bracelet, then tugged the leash and it was time to leave. On the way
home we stopped at an exercise equipment store. I had a Stairmaster at home, but
Kim decided we needed two so they could both exercise at the same time. once at
home the girls decided to head back to their houses to get some necessary things
for the rest of the weekend. Before leaving, Kim attached the handcuffs and
ankle cuffs, and attached my collar to my cock harness with the short link chain
causing me to ball up on the floor. She then took her socks off and stuffed them
in my mouth. She placed her maryjane over my nose and tied it in place. This was
sure to keep me in total aroused frustration until they returned. "Don't get
into any trouble while we're gone." Karen joked as they left.
Once again I was bound helpless, unable to move. There was no telling when
the girls would return. This time provided a great opportunity to contemplate
things, for lack of anything else to do to occupy the time. I tried to think
about where I was in my life, where I had been, and where my life was going.
Just a short time ago I was married, with a kid on the way. My pregnant wife was
killed on a business trip by a lousy package delivery truck driver. I had come
to terms with the loss, and the settlement netted me 6.5 million. I was a savvy
investor and had turned that into 9 million with the bull markets run. I had a
great job at a silicon valley firm that paid well. I had everything I needed
except a woman companion, but I couldn't quite see any woman taking my wife's
place. I don't think I could start over in an equal relationship. I had always
had submissive desires but no real ambition to pursue them while I was happily
married. Perhaps because I could never replace my wife, these submissive
tendencies grew over the last year. Still, I would never had pursued them
outside of a fantasy life until yesterday. Which leads me to my current
situation. There was no doubt that Kim had struck a nerve in me. I had never
experienced sexual pleasure anywhere remotely close to the heights that I
reached in the last day with Kim. The level of intensity was way beyond anything
I could imagine a day ago. Yet I don't think it was who Kim was but what she was
that had struck the nerve. Yes she was beautiful, but I had plenty of
opportunities with beautiful women in the last year and none of that interested
me. There certainly were more beautiful women aplenty yet I knew no one would
ever take me where Kim had. Which leads me to where my life is going. I wondered
exactly how much control I actually had over my life now. I felt that I really
had the ultimate control over my life, and I would be able to put it back to
where it was just as soon as Kim was satisfied I had paid my penance. But was I
kidding myself? Had I lost control over the destiny of my life? Here I was,
bound, a pair of dirty socks stuffed in my mouth, and a shoe attached to my
face. The fragrance of Kim's feet constantly on my mind. The result of which was
the most incredible hard on I could imagine. Would anybody who had any hope of
gaining control of their life allow themselves to be in this position. In fact,
I had a continuous hard on since I agreed to be Kim's slave. Was I loosing
control of my life to my dick? The girls returned with their stuff and some
Chinese food. It was late afternoon and I hadn't eaten lunch. They decided to
eat in the kitchen and Kim came into the living room to unhook the chain
connecting my collar to my cock harness. "Come to dinner" she said. But she left
my handcuffs attached to my ankle cuffs. This made it very difficult to move, so
I wormed my way to the kitchen. Karen laughed as I came around the corner with
the shoe attached to the middle of my face. "Are we hungry Mr. Shoe licker?
Today you are also shoe sniffer. Oh looks like the cats got your tongue, or is
it the socks?" Karen mused. Kim got up and removed the shoe and socks. I bent
down and commenced passionately kissing the maryjane that was now beside me.
"It's as if that's the most precious object in the world" Karen giggled. Kim put
the bowl down on the floor with a mixture of rice with chicken and broccoli.
"Would you care for something to drink?" "Yes, Goddess Kim" Kim raised her
pleated skirt and lowered her white cotton panties. She squatted over the bowl
and let out a stream of pee. Evidently she hadn't gone to the bathroom for quite
some because it was pungent and she went on so long she filled the bowl and it
spilled onto the floor. She sat back down and remarked "I appear to have soiled
some on my shoes." With my cuffed hands attached to my cuffed feet, I slithered
along on my belly till I reached Kim's shoes. Her legs were stretched out and
crossed at the ankles, giving me a good angle from my position flat on my belly
with legs bent back at the knees to meet my hands. "Goddess Kim, may I please be
granted the honor of cleaning your shoes." "Yes you may but be quick about it."
I lapped at her shoes as quickly as I could, careful though to ensure that
nothing was missed. I wanted those shoes to shine as bright as they were when
Kim wore them out of the store this morning. It was apparent that my bonds would
not be released for me to eat, so I wormed my way back to the bowl licking up
every drop of Kim's golden wine along the way. The pleasure was once again
unreal. To be on my belly, on the floor, in front of my Goddess, lapping up her
bodily waste, was pleasure beyond description Even with the cock harness
attached, I felt as though I were experiencing multiple orgasm. I felt just the
way one feels the split moment before ejaculation, only the feeling continued on
and on because the harness prevented release. I moved to the bowl, slowly
drinking my way down to the food, lost in my ecstasy. I was brought back to
reality by Kim who was undoing my bonds. I was to be given a reprieve to allow
me to clean up after dinner. The girls went to relax in the living room. Just
then the doorbell rang. It was around five o'clock and I wondered who it might
be. Kim got the door and apparently was letting someone in. It was the fella
delivering the Stairmaster. She was telling him to take it to the den which
would take him right by the kitchen. I was in a panic. I could slip out into the
garage, but what would Kim think? I was under orders to clean the kitchen and I
must follow them completely and without hesitation or risk the crop, or worse.
He I was, naked except for the slave collar and the cock harness and leash. My
dick was sticking straight up leaking pre-cum, and my balls were separated and
protruding in an unnatural way due to the harness. I looked ridiculous. There he
was, he stopped dead in his tracks. "Who is that?" directed at Kim which was
lucky since I am forbidden to talk. "That is Slave Shoe licker." Kim replied. Ha
ha ha. "Does he lick shoes?" "Among other things" Kim said matter of factly.
"Can I see him do it?" "He hasn't earned the privilege to lick my shoes at this
time but, Karen, do you think Slave Shoe licker is deserving enough to lick your
shoes?" Kim asked. "Well, if he begs me and grovels in just the right way, I may
let him." Karen said. My heart racing yet again, I got down on my belly and
slithered into the living room. Karen was on the couch wearing a clingy pink top
that exposed her perfect stomach, tight hot pink shorts, and frilly pink anklets
to match the pink/white saddle shoes. Her long blond hair was back in a pony
tail held in place by a pink velvet scrunchie. To put it mildly, she looked like
the most desirable woman alive today. Prostrate before her, I begged her to
allow me the great honor of licking her shoes. The delivery guy was hysterical
as I abased myself to a new low. After a few minutes of pleading for the
privilege, Karen relented and said I could clean the soles. Closing my eyes to
drink in all the fantastic stimulation this degrading act sent through my
sensory system, I humbled myself before this beautiful woman. I licked as though
her sole was the sweetest ice cream in the world. Savoring the pleasure
shockwaves that came with each lick. Although this might have been viewed as
even more hilarious then the begging scene, the man was no longer laughing. Kim
directed him to complete his delivery and leave as I continued licking Karen's
shoes. Kim shut the door behind the delivery man who didn't utter a word on the
way out, and returned to the living room. "Well it looks like you have become
the envy of the delivery force Slave Shoe licker." "Did you see the hard on he
got when Slave Shoe licker started making love to my shoes?" Karen asked. "No
doubt he would have traded places without a moments hesitation" Kim remarked.
The girls relaxed in the living room while I continued, lost in my own world of
ecstasy groveling before this truly beautiful woman. Kim congratulated Karen for
the way in which she controlled me in front of the delivery man. It was her
first real attempt at exercising her control over me, and she was going to be a
fast learner.
It was just after six o'clock, and Kim decided to take a bath in the Jacuzzi
tub. She headed upstairs to the master bath and called after me, "Come along
Slave Shoe licker, and be quick about it." Before I tore myself away from
Karen's shoes, I knew I needed to thank her for allowing me to spend such a long
time licking the soles of her lovely new saddle shoes. "Lady Karen, I am most
grateful to you that you should be so considerate and grace me with the heavenly
task of supplicating myself before your feet. I only hope that someday I may be
worthy of such an honor, for I know now that the privilege is only granted by
virtue of your infinite kindness." I placed one adoring kiss to the very tip of
her shoe and squirmed away on my belly. "You have done well today, and have come
a long way in the past 24 hours. I believe even your Goddess may be somewhat
pleased. However, she will expect continued improvement in your performance or
you will regret the day you were born. For I'm sure you have seen she is capable
of extreme cruelty if disappointed in the least." Karen cautioned. I crawled as
fast as I could up the stairs to the master bath. Kim was sitting in the wicker
chair reading one of the femdom papers from my stash. I lay before her, my head
down at her feet. "These so called mistresses are far to lenient and allow way
to much leeway in a so called slave's behavior. I hope you don't think you would
get away with behaving as the men in these articles do. I can assure you that
any transgression on your part will result in punishment so severe you will
never forget it. I regret that I let you off so easy in the caning you received
yesterday. I can promise you that next time I will show no mercy." I knew Kim
meant every word she said. Perhaps she went easy yesterday because she was so
new to her new position in life, perhaps only because I was so new and had much
to learn of what was expected. Either way, I knew full well that she would
follow through with her promise and the thought of further punishment at her
hands brought shudders of fear to mind. I believe she even noticed me quiver as
I lay at her feet. "Run the bath." Kim ordered. Quickly I was kneeling over the
bath and beginning the preparation. Kim handed me the expensive bubble bath that
she purchased at the mall today. Once I was satisfied the water was set just
right I returned to my goddess' feet. "You will undress me for my bath, slave."
I rose to my knees to look at my Goddess. She was dressed in the same clothes
she had on when she walked through my front door yesterday. A white shirt, a
short pleated skirt, white anklets, and patent leather maryjanes. The only
addition was the simple ankle bracelet that I picked out for her today. She
looked every bit the innocent schoolgirl, if an amazingly stunning one at that.
No one could possibly fathom that behind this innocent facade lived a girl
capable of extreme wickedness and cruelty. There was a new aura developing
around her. Her face portrayed this supreme air of arrogant confidence that made
it irresistible. She held herself as a woman with no peers. I wondered how I had
changed since our first meeting, and whether it was as pronounced as the change
in Kim. I wish that I could ask Kim for I was sure she was even more attuned to
the changes in me than I was in her. Reverently I approached on my belly and
placed a kiss to the tip of her shoe. A kiss to the silver buckle and then
gently undid the strap. She raised the shoe just enough for me to cup the heel
and remove it. The intoxicating fragrance of the leather and her foot sweat hit
my nostrils and I had to use all my concentration to keep from getting lost in
the nirvana that was overcoming me. The pre-orgasmic feeling had returned to my
cock, and I had now come to realize that the cock harness merely intensified
this feeling by preventing the release that would relieve it all. Placing the
shoe on the floor, once again I kissed the tip, basking in my degradation. The
same ritual was performed for the other maryjane and now I gazed upon those
perfect feet in their simple white anklets. I boldly moved to kiss the bracelet,
careful not to linger to long at my Goddess' ankle, and removed the bracelet,
placing it on the nearby table. Reaching out with both hands I slowly and with
great care removed the anklets, revealing the most perfect feet I could ever
imagine. "I will grant you the opportunity to clean my feet, but if you take
that liberty , tomorrow you will pay for the privilege, and you will be paying
for a very long time." I didn't know exactly what price I would pay, but I knew
that if Kim chose to warn me, then it was a very high price indeed. Kim would
not accept delay in my decision and I knew I would pay any price to put my lips
to her magnificent feet. Without any movement on my part Kim knew my decision,
as she raised those perfect dancer's legs to allow me easy access to her feet.
For a second I shuddered at the thought of what price I would pay, but as the
perfume of her foot hit my brain I was once again lost in my task, relishing my
moment as truly the luckiest man on the earth. I took a moment to drink in the
fragrance and my mouth began to water. I placed my lips on her toes and gently
sucked each one. The taste was indescribable. Infinitely more wonderful than
anything I experienced before. The pre-cum oozing from my penis was joined with
some cum as I had earth shattering orgasm after orgasm, forcing minute amounts
of jism through in spite of the biting cock harness. The taste of the funky
crevices between her toes took me once again to new heights. My task complete, I
was totally drained, unable to move. Kim seemed to sense this as she continued
to read the articles on femdom. She then stood and turned for me to undo the
pleated skirt. She stepped out of it and turned for me to unbutton her shirt.
From my position kneeling on the floor, I looked up at her eyes and she down at
mine. I saw in her eyes the most perfect creature that ever lived. Some day
perhaps she will tell me what she saw in mine. We communicated in that moment,
Her eyes told me that there was nothing that she wasn't capable of asking of me,
and my eyes told her that I knew. Would I be capable though of complying? Kim
undid her own bra and panties, turning the panties inside out and placing the
crotch over my nose. "I've worn these for two days now so enjoy." I knew that
this was as close as I would probably get to her divine shrine. Seeing Kim naked
for the first time through the panties leg holes, I marveled at just her perfect
her body was. While Karen had the model looks, Kim had that of an athlete,
although it was by no means over muscular, just perfect. Her ass and legs were
so well toned, it was beyond amazing. I wondered what she did to keep in such
perfect shape. She entered the tub and began to soak as I relished the sweet
aroma of her young womanhood, enraptured once again by this amazing teen vixen.
As Kim soaked in the tub, I knelt in silence and marveled at her magnificent
body. Kim began to shave her legs, and stretched her leg straight up in the air.
It was so well toned, so limber. Not an ounce of fat or cellulite. And when she
extended her foot and pointed her toe like that of a gymnast, I was fascinated
by her grace and beauty. Truly the most glorious legs I had ever seen. Just then
the phone rang. Kim answered, "Hello. ... No, I'm sorry, but Don Conway doesn't
live here anymore. ... You have the right number but there is no Don Conway
here. Click. My mind started racing with thoughts of what I had done. It was
clear to me now that I was loosing control of my life. I could live with public
humiliation before strangers, but I never expected Kim to take my punishment to
people that I knew. How far would it go? Perhaps she had no intention of playing
it as a game. Kim was washing her silky brown hair when she broke me from my
contemplation with new orders. She reached out to undo the harness, brushing my
penis ever so slightly. I started to moan as I was about to cum from the
fantastic sensations. "If you dare I will whip you 100 times!" I bit my lip and
teetered on the brink. "Shower and shave and don't you dare attempt release." I
crawled out as quickly as I could to remove the sight of my Goddess' perfect
form as she continued washing her hair which exposed her shiny wet breasts,
rather small, but as firm as any I'd seen and perfect in my eyes. I showered and
shaved as close as I could. I replaced my collar around my neck and crawled back
to the master bedroom. Kim was in the midst of getting dressed. She had on a
short white/pink pleated skirt, white shirt, and white anklets with just a touch
of pink lace trim that attracted attention to her lovely legs and feet. She sat
on the bed and called to me "Come here." I crawled up to her feet placing my
head to the ground before them paying proper homage, yet stealing a close up
view of the breathtaking sight before my eyes. "Stand up." I stood and Kim
reattached the cock harness and leash. Without hesitation I dropped back down to
my subservient position before my Goddess. "Get the shoes sitting on the chair."
I retrieved the shoes. They were the new patent pink maryjanes. There was
something about the young girl innocence the pink color represented that
intensified the degrading acts I was and surely would be performing. The pink
made it clear that physical strength had absolutely nothing to do with power and
control Kim exercised over me, and that her domination was total and complete.
Kissing the tips of the shoes I prepared to begin the wonderful task of placing
them on Kim's perfect feet. She extended her foot in that dancers point which
accentuated the incredibly toned muscles of her leg and caused my heart to race
at the magnificent sight. I bent to kiss the tip of her pointed toe and placed
the maryjane on her foot. I repeated the process with the other shoe, then
worshipfully placed a single passionate kiss to the tip of each maryjane,
putting more feeling behind it than any kiss I had given before in my life. Kim
had me add the ankle bracelet which further drew attention to her feet and legs.
Kim went to the closet and selected clothing for me. She picked out a custom
tailored suit and shirt my late wife had me get for meetings I would run before
the CEO of the company I worked for. My wife believed in dressing for success
and it certainly worked for me. The tailored shirt and Italian shoes completed
the outfit, and Kim had me loop the cock leash through the belt loops stating "I
don't want to have to hold your leash all night, but heaven help you if you
don't feel as if I were holding it." Downstairs we met Karen who was a sight to
behold. She wore a very short black miniskirt, tight pale yellow top and
matching pale yellow thigh highs which were ruffled on top. She had frilly white
anklets over the thigh highs and four inch pale yellow heels. The diamond
earrings and tennis bracelet completed the outfit which portrayed her as utterly
drop dead gorgeous. Her nails were done with red polish to match the ruby color
in the bracelet. "My are you quite a handsome man!" exclaimed Karen as I
appeared. I was thirty-six years old about six foot 180 lbs. Dark hair with just
a touch of grey at the temples. It would have been no surprise as I had been
described as quite handsome before, but coming from this unbelievably beautiful
woman who had taken part in my degradation over the past day, did take me aback.
Kim ever alert for something that might raise my self esteem cut in. "Greet Lady
Karen properly Slave Shoe licker." I slithered over to Karen and began placing
kisses to her heels. She evidently was in a hurry to get going as she too
quickly ended my task and headed for the car taking her glorious body away
leaving me there only to wish for what might have been. We were heading to a
club in a posh neighborhood that the girls had sometimes frequented. It would
probably contain many young rich kids out for a fun Saturday night. As we
arrived I was once again reminded to act as if on a very short leash. We went in
and I followed just a step behind my Goddess, heeling properly. Kim went up to
the bar and ordered a mineral water with two glasses. Just then a young guy came
up and asked "Hey little girl can I buy you a drink?" Kim shot him a
disapproving glance and ignored the comment. The fellow continued the losing
battle, "Who is he," glancing at me, "are you taken?" "He belongs to me and I'm
never taken, now get lost and take your game where you might have might have a
chance." Kim shot out as the bartender returned with the drinks. Kim turned to
leave and I quickly paid for the drink and hurried off after her. The kid asked
me "What's her deal?" I couldn't talk and I hurried off after Kim. Kim selected
a table near the dance floor. I stood and poured some water into her glass. "Sit
down." she said. Karen had immediately headed for the dance floor where all the
guys were fighting to dance with her. "I will allow you to talk freely tonight."
Kim stated as I sat, shocked. She continued, "You really are an attractive man,
easily the most handsome here," as she glanced around. "Last week you could have
had your pick of the woman here. You easily can portray yourself as a man who
has looks, wealth and power. Do you still consider yourself a man?" I truly did
not know as I sat silent. I believe Kim knew my thoughts as she didn't press for
an answer. "What do you want?" I asked. "I want it all." she replied. And there
was no need for me to press for a further answer, for I knew what she meant. I
wanted to ask what she wanted from her 'relationship' with me, but wasn't 'man'
enough to ask, so we sat and looked out at the dance floor. Karen had taken up
with the best guy out there. Boy was she amazing! Perhaps that cheerleading
practice had paid off, because she was an incredible dancer. She moved with such
a high level of energy and intensity, yet this just amplified her attractiveness
and all eyes, male and female, were on her. It was quite possible that everyone
there wanted her. "She is something isn't she?" Kim asked. "Yes," I found myself
saying without even thinking. I , myself captivated by Karen as she moved so
seductively. "She is in her element right now, her beauty shines as bright as
the sun and everyone is helplessly attracted to her," continuing my thoughts on
auto pilot. "That's quite an astute observation," noted Kim, and bringing me
back to realization. "It should be clear to you that all the questions you want
to ask me could be answered by yourself if you would allow yourself to be
honest." Once again I was amazed at how much she knew about me, and I knew she
was right, but my conscious mind was afraid to let me give myself an honest
answer. After dancing at a breakneck pace for quite some time, Karen came to the
table, glistening with radiance that the perspiration generated. She brought Mr.
Rich Kid with her. The guy was about 25, gold Rolex, Ralph Lauren attire,
obviously the son of a silicon valley CEO who had millions, and sonny boy felt
that it made him a big man. Karen ordered water and Kid got a beer. He was doing
his best to get at Karen who was playing it nonchalant. Kim and I just sat back
to watch. He kept reaching out for Karen, who would slap his hand away. He was
clearly captivated by her and assumed she would fall at his feet as so many
others had. We kept hearing of his money, his Porsche, his house in the hills,
as he continued to "impress" Karen. He kept after her for a kiss, and Karen kept
brushing it off. "Just a little kiss, it won't hurt. All my women kiss me on the
first date, or try to," he mac hoed on. Finally Karen had had enough. "You want
a kiss, kiss my foot." "Hey baby, I don't do that, but maybe later I'll make an
exception for you." As he continued to maneuver for a kiss. "No, you want a
kiss, kiss my foot now!" "Later, I promise." "Do it now." as Karen became more
forceful. "O.K. lets take it out to my car, darling. take it easy." "No, kiss my
foot now, right here, or get lost. I'm tired of your little games. If you want
to kiss me, do it now!" "Alright, just slide your foot under the table." Karen
was tired of this little game and was tiring of the kid. "Get on the floor!
Now!" The kid wanted desperately to do it. He was looking at Karen's legs in
those thigh highs with the frilly anklets. Her legs were amazing. I could see
the bulge growing as he stared at her feet. He licked his lips. Would his pride
prevent him from doing what his dick so desperately wanted to do? He got down on
one knee. "On your back!" Karen ordered. He would do it. He would do anything to
kiss her feet. As he was about to get on his back, Karen took his beer and
spilled it all over the floor, giving him one more chance to let his pride
recover and save his reputation. He lay on his back in the beer. Karen got up,
drawing what attention which had not already been focused on her. She raised her
heel. "Take your shoe off please." the kid asked meekly. But Karen brought her
foot down on his face. She pressed down and twisted it, smashing his lips into
his teeth, but the kid didn't resist. Hoots and cheers sprang up throughout the
place. Karen removed her foot and told the kid to get lost. He quickly got
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