The teacher and the teenagers from hell

[RickHung]

This is one of a few stories i have published on "abels". It`s a forced foot worship stories.




The Teacher and the teenagers from hell
Submitted on 03/29/09


Written by: Rick Hung

CHAPTER ONE

THE CHOICE

Hello. My name is Jennifer Henderson, I have been a teacher in High school
for about ten years, I'm 32 years old, and blond, and recently divorced with
a teenage daughter who lives with her father.

About a year ago I was fired due to some illegal activities I am not about
to talk about, for reasons you will soon understand. The High school chose
not to press charges and to get rid of the evidence because of my earlier
loyalty there. I have always considered myself a reasonable teacher, if you
didn't put up the work , you didn't pass, where I live theres a lot of
spoiled kids who cut classes and expects to pass, not on my watch, I had a
high percentage of failings in my class and fought parents and teenagers
Dailey. I was about to learn that my way of dealing with the kids would be
my downfall.

Since I lost my job I am now living on social support, it's not much but it
pays the bills and I have enough to eat. The 15th of every month I receive
my check, so the 15th I went out to get it when I noticed another letter, it
was signed from Hailey Masterson, a girl who got straight A`s in every class
but mine, I went inside and opened it. I immediately felt sick, the letter
contained copies of all the evidence against me, documents, videos,
pictures, it also contained a note from Hailey, saying that she really
wanted to destroy me by sending everything to the cops, but that she was
offering me a deal. To become her slave for the rest of my life or jail. She
needed to know by 10 next morning. If I chose slavery I were to tape a white
paper in my window and wait for her arrival. I ran to the bathroom and cried
and threw up. I didn't sleep at all that night, I ran over my options all
night. Prison scared the hell out of me, I had heard some pretty messed up
stories about female prisons, I did not want that at all, but than again
being a "Slave" to a stuck up brat didn't sound like a picnic either. Around
nine o clock I made my decision, really confused I taped a white paper in my
window, and sat down on my couch. My stomach was fighting me and I didn't
know what to think. About a hour later there was a knock on the door, I
walked over and opened up the door, it was Hailey, and without a word she
punched me right in my face, hard. I fell on the floor and started to cry,
Hailey laughed and closed the door and sat down on the couch before she
calmly said

-" Okay, bitch! Here's the deal. I don't want to waste a lot of time getting
you to fully understand the dimensions of this deal, so I'll just cut to the
chase." She crossed her legs and continued

-" I hate you" she said looking directly in to my eyes, I just sat there in
disbelief watching this teenager telling me how my decision would affect
me -" I can't wait to start abusing you, but just because you have agreed on
paper doesn't mean that the cops are out of the picture"

she was so arrogant -" I will destroy you one way or the other, so just to
keep you motivated I have decided that as long as you do what your told,
when your told, your activities will be our little secret, but the second
you slip up, everything goes straight to the cops, and I will make it my
personal mission to make your stay a hell"

I couldn't believe my ears , I didn't have any choice, one way or the other
this girl was going to destroy me.

She then smiled and said excitedly -" So lets begin! You can start by
cleaning my shoe"

I didn't really know what she meant so I was about to get up to get
something to clean it with, when she screamed out -" With your tongue you
stupid bitch!!!", I reluctantly stuck out my tongue and touched the bottom
of her shoe, it was disgusting, the shoes actually had dirty spots on them,
all the while I licked she constantly told me how to do it, where to lick
and where to suck, I was told to swallow everything I got of, and not to
stop until the bottom was clean. It took me about five minutes, she then
inspected it, and casually crossed her legs and told me to clean the second
one. It took at least five minutes to clean it. When I was done I was told
to run and rinse my mouth and run back and resume the position. She meant
business so I actually ran and rinsed my mouth in the kitchen sink and ran
back , and sat down on my knees, she had removed her shoes and sat with her
feet resting on my living room table, both feet facing me.

She told me that to make things a lot easier for me I should think of my
mouth as a cleaning implement, that my mouth now had the primary job to
clean whatever she decided I should clean, she said that if I ever forgot
that she was going to beat me into a coma. I was scared of her, she was the
meanest creature I had ever ran into, how could a teenage girl be this
mean?.

-" now, I really wanted my feet to be really dirty or at least stinky and
sweaty the first time you got a taste of them, but I really didn't have
time" (Isn't she a sweetheart?)

-" but I have at least been on my feet all day, so they are kind of tired
and could use some refreshing, so get to work" when I didn't instantly jump
in, she kicked me in the face while screaming -" Don't make me tell you
twice!!"

I was told to start by smelling every inch of her feet, working my way from
heel to toe, and to spend some time at the toes where most of the aroma
where present, but my nose was not aloud to touch her bare feet. I did as I
was told, she made me do this for about ten minutes while telling me that I
was going to be so familiar with her aroma that by the time she was done
with me I would be able to smell hundred feet and still be able to recognize
hers. When the ten minutes where up I was told very specifically how to
refresh her feet, and I followed like a lap dog, first sucking her heel,
then giving her soles a few long licks with a flat tongue from her heel to
her toes, then i sucked the little toe, used my teeth to clean under the
toenail, swallow, lick out between that toe and the next, then repeat the
process till I was done with the big toe, give the sole a few long licks
again, then lick the tops as I did the soles, then lick up and down the sole
with a flat tongue until she kicked me in the face, then repeat the process
with her other foot. And when I was done with both feet, I was to alternate
between sucking her toes, kissing her feet, and lick her soles, making sure
that both feet got equal amount of attention, until she got bored. I was on
my knees orally "refreshing" her feet for three and a half hour. When she
finally got tired my jaw was killing me and me tongue was so dry it felt
like sandpaper. She just stood up and slapped me in my face while laughing
and saying :

-" we are going to get along just fine bitch!"

She went to the bathroom and stayed there for a while, she eventually went
out and said

-" oh, my god, we are going to have so much fun tomorrow"

She told me that she wanted to have some fun before she left so what did she
do, that teenager is pure evil, she made me beg her to hurt me.that's right,
to hurt me. I was made to say

-" Please Hailey hurt me" while she slapped me around, pulled my hair, and
kicking me full force in my back and ribs, we did this for ten minutes,
before she left me almost passed out, crying in pain, telling me to be on my
knees by the door at 12 o clock, before she walked out, only to stand in the
doorway and spit after me for another minute before leaving.


CHAPTER TWO

THE MORE THE MERRIER

I woke up on the floor that morning, feeling pain in every part of my body,
I slowly walked up to the bathroom to take a shower, figured maybe that
would fresh me up, just as I entered the shower, I felt sick again as I
caught a glimpse of my naked body in the mirror, I looked like I lived in a
abusive marriage, I was red, and had bruises allover me, I threw up twice
and cried for about an hour before I took the shower. That whole morning I
felt sick, and depressed, and before I knew it the clock was almost twelve,
so I got on my knees, and just anticipated hell. And I was right.

Two minutes past twelve Hailey came in with two others, the second she came
in she slapped me in my face while laughing and saying

-" Glad to see our hated teacher is still around" , after a few seconds I
came to my self and saw who the other two where, it was Kimmy ( Didn't
remember her last name, think I met her twice during the semester she was in
my class) , and Michelle Lopez, her I remembered, she showed up in class
once in a year, and freaked out when I flunked her, her parents where in my
office fighting with me about that many times, these people were ignorant,
her father actually said to me that he was filthy rich so that should
automatically mean that his daughter should get an A., they looked at me.
Hailey pushed her shoe in front of my face and snapped her finger, they all
laughed their asses of when I started to kiss her shoes without even a word.

Hailey explained to me that if nothing else is instructed I should greet
every house guest by kissing their footwear until kicked in the face. So for
the next five minutes I was kissing shoes while three bratty teenagers
laughed and made crude remarks.

After that little scene all the girls sat down on my couch, threw their
shoes up on the tables, bottoms up, and I was as Hailey put it, getting a
chance to prove that I learned something yesterday.

I knew what I had to do, so I started licking shoes, first Hailey's , then
Kimmy`s, and after I had cleaned Kimmy`s shoes to her perfection, Hailey
told me that Michelle found a dogshit on the street, and stepped in it a
little, on purpose of course. Then Hailey suggested that I should thank
Michelle for stepping in dogshit before I ate it off, I felt so sick, but
the words came out rather easy, but the task itself was by know the most
disturbing thing I had ever done in my life! I almost threw up at least five
times while I cleaned Michelle's shoes, the girls were gagging and laughing
at the same time, and Hailey said

-" If you dare to puke inside we are going to use you as a punching bag for
the rest of your life!"

After I had cleaned her shoes, I was allowed to rinse my mouth in the
kitchen sink. And when I came back the girls laughed and Hailey said -" From
this moment on and for the rest of your life the only words I wanna hear
coming out of your mouth is " Yes princess" and the name of the princess
talking to you! Got it?"

-" Yes Princess Hailey" I said defeated. Then Hailey looked at her watch and
said to the other girls -" we don't have much time, we have to be at the gym
in a half hour", She asked them calmly -" Any suggestions to what to do the
bitch before we leave?" They sat down looking in the air actually thinking
about what to do to me next. Finally Hailey said that they were running out
of time so they decided just to slap me around for a while, but in order to
make it more fun I was forced to kiss the hand of the slapper and thank her
between each slap, so when Kimmy slapped me I had to kiss her hand and say "
Thank you Princess Kimmy" and so on, and they slapped harder and harder each
time and laughed out loud as I kissed hands and thanked them. They slapped
me around for a good ten minutes before I was made to take of their shoes ,
Hailey then said -" Okay, bitch! We are going to the gym now to get really
stinky and sweaty for you, loser" I was then told to take of their socks and
kiss their feet before I put their bare foot in their shoes, while Hailey
explained to me that the feet got much hotter and sweatier without socks,
the girls laughed at me as they walked towards the door. Right before they
left Hailey decided that I needed something to do while they were gone, she
picked up all the socks and looked them over before passing me one of
Michelle's socks, gray socks with a few yellow stains on them she said -" if
your wondering, that yellow stuff is dried footsweat, while we are gone I
want you to sit in front of the door and use your mouth as a washing machine
and clean those for her" as she slammed the door she said : -" If their not
spotless by our arrival , you will be punished". So there I was on my hands
and knees sucking on a teenagers sock. It didn't taste as bad as it smelled
so I didn't breath through my nose, but it seemed almost impossible to clean
it, for the longest time it seemed like the yellow stuff had become a part
of the fabric itself. I sucked on those socks for what seemed like hours,
but all the time stressing hoping that I made it before they came back. All
the while watching the door in horror.


CHAPTER THREE

EVENING OF EDUCATION

After countless hours the door opened and in came the girls plus another
person, when I realized who it was I panicked. It was Mrs. Beasley, my
former co worker from high school,

Hailey informed me that they ran into her at the gas station when they
filled gas, told her about the deal and because she remembered I gave her a
low score at the teacher evaluation two years ago she didn't like me that
much, -" in fact she hates you just like us" Hailey said with a big smile on
her face. She then pulled the sock out of my mouth and examined it, before
she said -" well, its not spotless, but pretty close.good loser" as she
petted me on the head and extended her shoe, and as earlier instructed I
started kissing shoes, it was so humiliating kissing teenage shoes in front
of my former co-worker , and kissing her boots wasn't a walk in the park
either. Then the girls sat down on the couch and Mrs. Beasley grabbed a
chair and sat down next to the couch , I guess she wanted to see the show.
The girls put their feet up at my table and told me to get to work. I did, I
started to lick the bottoms of their shoes as they told me to speed up, they
didn't have all day. In the corner of my eye I could see Mrs. Beasley
looking at me like I was less then human.

( which I guess by now, I was) After about ten minutes Hailey calmly but
determined said

-" Okay, bitch! Time for my footbath ! " I was ordered to take her shoes of
with my teeth, which was a lot harder then I imagined, they were so sweaty
they stuck to her feet, and as I struggled to get them off, the crowed was
laughing at my humiliation. After a while I finally got them off, and as I
dropped the shoe the stench hit my nostrils, I gagged and my eyes started
watering up, I felt like I was going to pass out

-" get over here and CLEAN MY FEET!!" Hailey screamed out so loud I think
she got the entire neighborhoods attention, so I started as earlier
instructed with a few long licks with my flat tongue, the taste was
unbearable and apparently it showed, Hailey kicked me right in me face,
while she said with a strict voice -" you are lucky to be our bitch, you
should be honored . we have taken the time to get our feet as nasty and
stinky we could for you, the least you can do is remove our sweat with
appreciation" so to make things even worse Hailey now made me act like I
loved it, and every time I didn't lick to her approval she said -"
enthusiasm, bitch, enthusiasm" so I was now worshiping sweaty nasty smelly
teenage feet, while Kimmy and Michelle saying stuff like " I cant wait to
shove my nasty feet into your mouth you nasty loser" and " with a smell like
that I cant even imagine what foot sweat actually tastes like, I'm so glad I'm
not a loser" After about a hour the girls started to get impatient, so I had
to move on to Kimmy, she had already taken of her shoes, her feet didn't
smell as bad as Hailey's but they did stink , and had really long toenails,
so her and Hailey decided that before I removed the sweat I had to take care
of her toenails, I was forced to use my teeth to grind out any muck, show
her what I had collected , chew it then swallow it, then go to the next toe.
After about ten minutes of this nasty task I was forced to cut her nails
with my teeth. And I had to take my time to, they told me it needed to look
pretty. All the while the room laughing at me. When I was done another
fifteen minutes later I was given the privilege of cleaning her feet. And I
couldn't slack of with her either, so I was licking and sucking like I was
going for a medal. She really loved it to, she was so comfortable she even
fell asleep for ten minutes of my licking, after another hour of foot
service it was Michelle's turn . She plumped her feet up for me, and this
girl had giant feet, the looked so big from my point of view that I couldn't
see anything else. They had a strong odor, couldn't say if it was stinkier
or not, just different, maybe because she was of Latin Origin. I was about
to start licking when she stopped me saying -" I want you to sniff them
first loser, every inch" so I did, but as seemed to repeat itself not good
enough, She screamed out -" sniff them harder bitch, I cant hear you!!" so I
sniffed as hard as I could for a few minutes I felt dizzy from the odor,
then -" Now you may start cleaning " she said in a soft voice like I had
earned a prize, the laughter resumed as I licked and sucked, but she wanted
it differently than Hailey continually barking out orders " suck my toes" "
lick my left sole..now my right" " suck my heel loser "

Another hour later she kicked me in my face to let me know I was done
(charming girls)

Then Hailey asked Mrs. Beasley what she thought.

-" Well, apart from it being really disturbing watching a thirty year old,
lick feet that I could smell from here, it was definitely fun watching
Henderson being so humiliated."

Hailey then asked her if she needed a tongue bath herself. Mrs. Beasley said
that she had really bad feet, that Teenage girls probably got their feet
done a couple of times a week, but she didn't get them done at all. She told
the girls that being a 45 year old woman the priorities was slightly
different than theirs, she said embarrassed that she hadn't washed her feet
in three weeks. -" and even if its tempting I have a lot of papers to grade"
Hailey suggested that she could grade her papers there, while I fixed her
feet. I was not looking forward to this. After a while she was sold. Hailey
told her to completely ignore me, that she would guide me through the
motions. She laughed and peeled of her boots. And she wasn't lying about her
feet, they were a mess. There were dead and rough skin covering a big part
of both her soles, there were sock lint in at least three different colors
and visual lumps of toe jam between each toe. I was feeling sick again, but
the girls seemed to be exited clapping and laughing. Like she was told Mrs.
Beasley completely ignored me, then Hailey started to guide me, my first
task was so soften up the dead skin. And being my mouth was so dry, I was
forced to tilt my head back as the girls each spat two times into my open
mouth, then I was forced to swish it around, and then it began. I was
ordered to use my tongue as a painter would use a paintbrush, slowly and
passionately coat both her heels and soles with saliva. Then after five
minutes of this the skin seemed to be getting soft. I was then told to use
my teeth to gently scrape it off, Hailey didn't want me to distract the
teacher. I was off course forced to swallow every bit. Then I was forced to
kiss her feet with suction to suck up the sock lint, they laughed at the
sound. Then I was forced to lick out the toe jam, and to make it worse I
wasn't allowed to swallow until it had completely absorbed on my tongue, I
gagged a lot during this session. After this I was to work my usual tongue
washing, sucking toes, lapping up soles, and kissing. Then after over an
hour of cleaning, Mrs. Beasley looked down at me and said -" why don't you
just French kiss my toes until I'm done, Miss Henderson" it was so
humiliating but I did. She ignored me for another twenty minutes while i
literally made out with her toes. She then out of nowhere took her feet out
of my mouth and said arrogantly -" you have become a rather disgusting
creature miss Henderson, but I think you did a really good job. How does it
feel?" I didn't know what she meant, but the sentence she was about to say
hit me like a ton of bricks. -" to know that your more qualified removing
peoples foot sweat with your tongue than you were teaching our kids
mathematics", I heard the girls laugh and she smirked down at me before
joining the laugh, I fought so hard to not cry at this point. Then she was
about to put here boots back on when Hailey said that she couldn't stick
those wet feet in her boots, so she told me to dry them with my hair, and to
complete my humiliation seeing how the teaching comment affecting me she
made me dry Mrs. Beasley feet with my hair while Kissing her feet and
thanking her for being the best teacher in the world, and for granting me
the privilege of licking the foot sweat of her superior hard working
education feet. Tears running down my chin, as the girls laughed and told me
that I was right on! Mrs. Beasley told me that it was about time someone
took notice and appreciated what she did for this kids, talking down to me
like I actually meant those things. Right before she left she asked Hailey
if she could come back sometime if she needed another pep talk. Hailey
smiled and said -" sure, a hater of this bitch is a friend of mine" as she
spat right in my face, they all laughed as Mrs. Beasley left. Then the girls
just ignored me for a about ten minutes talking about how much fun they had
today, as I sat on my knees crying ,smelling feet, with spit running down my
face. I was broken. Completely broken.

After a while they decided that it was getting late, so they made me kiss
their shoes and thank them for everything. Then Hailey said that she had
stuff to do for two days, so she didn't really want to hang out with me. I
sighed in relief , but stopped as she said -" But in two days I want you on
your knees ready for fun at eight o clock, got it bitch!"

-" yes Princess Hailey"

I went upstairs and cried myself to sleep.


CHAPTER FOUR

HAILEY MOVES IN

For the next two days my body got a well deserved break. But I couldn't
really loosen up fully knowing that my suffering would start all over again
in just 48 hours. It was damn right impossible not to think about the
suffering I had been enduring for the last couple of days, it bothered me. A
lot. So the days went by as I tried to do my normal life stuff, and crying
myself to sleep. Then the two days were up. As instructed I was on my hands
and knees in front of the door at eight o clock. About ten minutes later
Hailey opened the door and snapped her fingers pointing to her shoes without
even a word I began kissing her shoes. After about thirty seconds she said
with excitement in her voice -" Oh boy, do I have good news bitch!"

( I had a bad feeling about this) She informed me that she was moving in(
! ) , she told me that her parents were exited for their little princess to
try it on her own, on their wallet of course, and she figured that since I
paid the rent on my apartment she would have more money this way. I was
crying now, she also informed me that she hated my style so she had rented a
storage unit for us to put my stuff, so she could decorate the apartment
with in her own style. In the corner of my eye I could actually see a moving
truck outside on the street. For the next five hours I was walking around
crying while collecting and filling up the truck with my shit

( as she so charmingly called it ) , before the truck drove away with all my
stuff, another truck showed up filled with her stuff and she made me help
the carriers carry everything inside and she made me put everything were she
wanted it, actually decorating my apartment with her stuff, it was so
humiliating. My new "room" was now the closet my ex husband used to use to
store his suits. It wasn't small for that but it when we through a mattress
in there it got very small, actually not a regular mattress, the mattress my
daughter used to sleep on when she was seven or something, I couldn't
stretch out on it, but even if it were long enough the closet wouldn't
except it. She also decided that she didn't want to stink up "her" bathroom
so the hamper went into my room. Then after over ten hours of decorating,
carrying and stuff, Hailey said -" man, moving out was more stressful than I
imagined, get down and refresh my tired feet" actually saying that sitting
on her ass barking out orders made her tired. But I knew my options (none!)
so I started to lick her feet, I licked them for about a hour while she
talked out loud about which colors she should paint the rooms. She then
proceeded to make dinner, and eating it while I was forced to lie under the
table massaging her feet. When she was done I was aloud to eat the remaining
of her plate, under the table not allowed to use my hands like a dog. But
being since I hadn't eaten since seven I gladly excepted. When I was done
eating I was told to do the dishes. Then she told me that she needed to
inform me of a rule of the house, telling me to pay attention stating she
would not repeat herself. I was told that unless nothing else was instructed
I was to get up at 4 (!) and start to prepare her breakfast ( in which she
in detail told me what to include) get the morning newspaper and make a
fresh pot of coffee, and set the table for her, all the while not making a
sound (!), at 6 I was without a sound to crawl up the stairs and into "her"
bedroom, locate her feet and gently lick them until she woke up

-" and bitch! I can't address that enough! Gently means gently! I do not
like a rough wake up GOT IT?!!!"

-" yes Princess Hailey, I got it." I said bowing my head. She than watched
some TV while resting her feet on my face under the table, before she told
me it was time for bed. She lead me upstairs crawling behind her like a
loyal dog. She then lead me into the bathroom, made me sit on my knees with
the role of toilet-paper in my hand stretched out for her as she did her
business while completely ignoring me. She than made me turn away as she
wiped her self and flushed ( like I was interested!) she than changed into
her pj`s and went back in to brush her teeth, I was forced to sit on my
knees open my mouth and slightly tilt my head back as she brushed her teeth
and then spat the whole mess slowly into my open mouth, then forced me to
gargle as she laughed and told me that this was the "loser way" of brushing
teeth.

( what a charmer), while I was gargling she asked me if I had any idea how
many bacteria's the mouth contained as she laughed and told me to swallow. I
had a really hard time with this, actually coughed and gagged for a while as
she just stood there smiling and looking down at me. When I finally finished
I was lead crawling to her bed ( we threw out mine), she had a king-sized
bed. She then laid down under the covers and got herself comfortable with
only her toes sticking out. She told me to kiss her feet until she fell
asleep, then to crawl downstairs without waking her up, get my "loser self"
into the closet and catch some sleep. So I did. I kissed her feet till my
lips got numb. When she finally fell a sleep I crawled downstairs and
entered the closet, and as I was about to set the alarm I realized that if I
fell a sleep right away, I'd still would only sleep three hours. I closed my
eyes and tried to get as comfortable as I could being forced to lay in a
ball due to the size.

At 4 the alarm clock rang and I crawled out of the closet and my body was
killing me, so I stood up and stretched out, my bones snapping like crazy
due to my discomfort at night, I just prayed the sounds didn't wake her up.
Then I got the paper, and started cooking. As the time went on I realized
that Hailey had a good understanding of time, I was done with all my chores
five minutes before six. I sat down one minute preparing myself mentally for
another day with Hailey before I crawled upstairs, being as quiet as I
could. I reached the bedroom and crawled inside, as I entered I saw her
lying there with a big smile on her face, and I looked after her feet, they
were both hidden under the covers. I remembered that Hailey told me to "
locate" her feet without waking her up, I figured that the safest way to do
that was to gently push my head in under the covers, so I did, as slowly as
I could, then I located her foot and gently stuck out my tongue and gave it
one long slow lick, her foot pushed my face out as she stretched it out
while moaning. It took a minute for me to realize that she was still
sleeping, but at least this time around both her feet were sticking out. I
leaned in and as affectionate and gently as I could I started licking,
alternating foot after every lick. After a while she woke up, and sat up in
bed on her knees and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She smiled down at me
and said -" Now, that's what I call a good night sleep.present me your
face." I didn't really understand what she meant but slightly leaned
forward, she slapped me in the face, (HARD!) before she grabbed me by the
hair and looked me straight in the eyes:

-" Get downstairs and pour me a cup of coffee and lay down under the table
face up, I need to take a piss! And be quick about it bitch!", she got up
and went toward the bathroom as I ran downstairs, poured her a cup of
coffee, and laid down. After a while she came downstairs wearing pj`s and
pink slippers. She kicked of her slippers and sat down and planted both feet
right on my face! She apparently liked to take her time eating breakfast
because this went on for a long time, and as you could probably imagine,
having feet covering your entire face makes it kind of hard to breath, so I
struggled a little, this apparently annoyed Hailey:

-" I don't want to hear your breathing bitch, it distracts me from enjoying
the paper!"

so now I wasn't allowed to breath loud, I was feeling like I was about to
pass out when she finally decided to step of. She placed her plate next to
my face looked down at me before she spat twice on the left overs, smiled
and said -" dig in bitch! We have a long day a head of us." After I had
eaten the spit covered plate of leftovers, I went upstairs to go to the
bathroom, Hailey screamed at me from her bedroom as she changed -" What the
hell do you think your doing?" I looked at her in ave as I stuttered -" I
need to go, Hailey", she walked over to me as she said -" don't think for a
second that I'm going to let you soil my toilet with your waste"

-" but I have to go.please" I said hoping that she it would make her change
her mind, but no! she smiled arrogantly and said -" Your are a animal now,
and animals go outside" she grabbed me by the hair and dragged me downstairs
as she told me that if I needed to go, I was to dig a hole in the backyard,
do my business and cover the hole again -" like a doggie" she laughed out. I
really needed to go but this was making me sick, this teenager had actually
reduced me to a animal. And the worst part is that I share my backyard with
two other households, if they saw me like that I could never show my face
again. But reluctantly I did. I went right outside, all the way into the
corner were I was most likely not to be seen, dug a hole with a spoon that
Hailey gave me, and went. While doing my business I heard Hailey laughing as
I looked back I saw her taking pictures with a digital camera as she said
out loud -" This would make a brilliant Christmas card for your daughter
wouldn't it?"

I had never felt worse in my life. I wanted to die.


CHAPTER FIVE

THE ROUTINE

Once I had finished my business I grabbed a handful of grass to clean myself
with. I was so degrading. Once I was done I crawled back into the house, to
find Hailey standing there fully dressed and ready for school. I was told to
kiss her feet goodbye and was given a list of things I had to do before she
came home.

Once she left, tried not to think that much about my new life as animal, but
rather just do the work around the house. I washed the floors, did the
dishes and stuff like that.

In order to keep this story interesting this was my life for the next seven
months:

I started my mornings, crawling out of the closet, made breakfast, crawled
upstairs and licked Hailey's feet to wake her up. She used my face to rest
her feet on as she ate. I then kiss her feet goodbye as she went to school.
As she was there I went shopping or cleaned the house.

Four days a week she had cheerleading practice, and I licked her feet clean
after practice. Sometimes she brought some friends and I cleaned theirs as
well. And just for the record.

I don't care how many sweaty feet you lick, that is a taste you can't learn
to appreciate, and some feet taste and smell worse than others. After a
while I had even learned that Hailey's feet were actually amongst the better
ones, tasted bad, but the others usually tasted worse.

One day after about seven months Hailey came home from school in a really
good mood. She had applied for a chance to study over seas, in which she
happily announced that she had been accepted to do. She told me that she
would be gone for the next three years. She celebrated that day by having me
lick and kiss her feet for FIVE HOURS! While she dranked champagne and
watched TV. It was hell, my tongue was so dry it felt like sandpaper.

The next two weeks Hailey was really busy packing and making arrangements, I
still had to do my usual routines, but Hailey didn't seem like she cared
anymore. It felt like the reason for continuing was purely comfort and not
to "abuse" me anymore.

During those weeks I got my fire back. I figured that once Hailey left my
life would be back to normal, and I could finally try to get my life back on
track. I was really optimistic at this point.


CHAPTER SIX

NO END IN SITE

As the final day arrived I was actually for the first time in months happy.
I actually smiled a few times, as Hailey packed her last things. But of
course Hailey wasted no time bursting my bubble.

-" Wipe that stupid look of your face Henderson, your pathetic life isn't
over by a long shot!" she said laughing as she told me that she had sold me
to a girl on the other side of town. My jaw dropped and I began to cry.
Hailey gave me a pink school-bag, and told me to pack up my shit. Being that
she had thrown away most of my belongings I actually could fit my entire
life in there. We went outside and she locked us out. There was a cab
outside and Hailey told the driver an address and made my kiss her feet
goodbye. As we drove off she flipped me off yelling -" Be a good bitch,
teach!"

As I drove on my way to my new owner, I cried. I hated the fact that Hailey
had actually sold me. I was property. My only hope was that she was nicer
than Hailey. But I was soon about to meet the most evil person in history.
She was going to make my life a utter hell. But I didn't know this at the
time.

Once the cab pulled over I got out and it left. In front of my stood a tall,
blonde who looked extremely fit. I had to admit that if it wasn't for the
her eyes looking at me with pure hate, she was actually really pretty. I
just stood there and looked at her for about two seconds before she
approached me and snapped her fingers pointing me to the ground. Without a
word exchanged between us I got on my knees. She didn't even look at me
before she put a dog-collar around my neck and connected it to a short
leash. She took my bag and turned around and started dragging the leash as
she went to the door, causing me to crawl behind her. Right before we
accessed her apartment she threw my bag in a trash bin and dragged me
inside, and closed the door behind us. I really fought to keep from crying
as she threw my bag away as it was worthless.

She kept walking into the living room, and sat down on her couch, she yanked
my leash causing me to slide across the floor, until I stopped in front of
her, she lifted both her extremely huge sneakers and put them on her
coffee-table bottoms facing me. This was the first time she talked to me. -"
My shoes are filthy lick them." She sounded so strict and demanding. It wasn't
my first time licking shoes so I just stuck out my tongue and went to work.

The bottom of her shoes was dirty. They were close to brown and had a lot of
grovel in between the cracks. I didn't want to give her a reason to hate me,
so I licked and ate her dirt for the next ten minutes, as she looked right
in the air completely ignoring me.


CHAPTER SEVEN

MY NEW OWNER

While I kept licking she told me, that I was not allowed to talk unless
talked too, and that even then the only words she would accept was " Yes,
Princess Beth", She told me that she expected nothing but complete obedience
on my part. I had a really bad feeling about this one.

*Her full name was Elisabeth Haagen, her parents was German, but she was
born and raised in the states. Her family owned a big company and was filthy
rich. In fact for her 16th birthday she got the apartment and a car. She was
an only child, and the princess of the family. She will never have to work a
day in her life, unless she wants too. She had a real attitude problem and
hated pretty much everybody. She had been kicked out of every school she
ever attended, once even for beating up a teacher. She was really tall and
well trained. *

I licked her shoes for another five minutes before she inspected them. The
bottoms was now actually white, she didn't even comment. She got up and
dragged me across the floor into the hall. She connected my leash to a hook
in the ceiling and left me. She didn't talk to me for the rest of the day.
She just sat on her couch eating a salad and watching TV. After many hours
she turned off the lights and went upstairs. After a while I fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning to a smell of eggs and bacon , as I heard her
cook. Once the smells hit my nostrils I got so hungry I began to quietly
weep. But she had no intention of feeding me. She sat in her living room and
ate and watched some TV before she went upstairs again. She came back down
after about two minutes with a pair of yellow sneakers, she placed them in
front of me and said -" clean." Before she went back upstairs. So while she
was upstairs I licked the shoes clean, swallowing the dirt and whatever else
I got off.

She came back down, just picked up her shoes, put them on and left. She left
me there for the next five hours. At one point I was so hungry I tried to
disconnect the leash and get some food, but both me and the leash was to
short. I sat back down, and cried again.

When she got home, she took of her shoes, and peeled of the sock on her left
foot and threw it down in front of me, before she went back upstairs. I
picked up her sock, it was burning hot, moist and damp, and it reeked like
nothing I had ever smelled before, it made my eyes water.

I took the sock in my mouth and started to suck on it, as I figured it was
what she expected me to do. The taste was strong, and made me gag a few
times. I was fascinated about the fact that because of the moistness I was
actually drinking foot sweat from her gray tennis sock. It made me sick, but
just as the dirt from her shoes, it felt good getting something in my
stomach.

She ignored me for the rest of the day. Just before she went to bed, she
took her sock and left.

I fell asleep. Still hungry, still sad.


CHAPTER EIGHT

BETH BREAKING ME IN

The next 48 hours consisted of the same. She completely ignored me, and
apart from making me lick a pair of boots clean, and suck on a sock, she
ignored me for the entire time.

At this point I hadn't eaten any food for the last four days, hadn't moved
my self, and the fact that my owner ignored me, I like a pet was getting
desperate for attention.

That day, she came back after leaving the house that morning. She was
wearing a typical workout outfit, and had clear visual sweat stains on her
t-shirt. She connected my leash and dragged me across the floor of the
living room. She sat down on her couch and put both shoes on the table
facing me. She looked at me for a few seconds before she said

-" I am very pleased that you have managed to keep your ugly mouth shut, and
I have decided that I am going to give you a chance to prove your loyalty."
She gave me a evil grin as she continued -" I guess if you do good, I might
give that pathetic thing you call a life some meaning"



-" carefully take of my left shoe." She said as she wiggled her left foot.
Hailey had trained me to take off shoes with my teeth, and I figured that
this would show more submission. I leaned over and used my teeth to untie
the laces and used my teeth to pull it off. She told me to put it down in
front of me and put my face in it. I pushed my face inside it. The bottom of
the shoe was hot and wet, and the stench was horrible, it made the sock
smell roses.

-" Breath it in bitch! Loud and hard." She said warm but demanding. And I
did. I took long hard breaths, I got dizzy but continued. I did this for
about three minutes before I was allowed to take off the left shoe and
repeat the process. After about ten minutes in total of shoe smelling she
told me to put my face up.

She said in a very degrading tone of voice -" I am willing to give you a try
as a footwasher but if you don't do a good job, you can say goodbye to Mrs.
nice Princess ", She got a very serious look on her face as she continued -"
I am giving you a chance to absorb my precious foot sweat straight from the
source, so you be a grateful piggie got it?".

She told me in detail how to do it so that she could relax as I tried out.
It was very similar to the technique that Hailey had trained me in.

I was to start by moisturizing her soles by giving them a few long licks
with a flat tongue from heel to toe. Then I was to concentrate on the little
toe, swirl my tongue around it and suck up all the sweat, then I was to use
my teeth to dig under the nail to clean out any muck, then swallow. Then use
my tongue between that toe and the next one to collect the toejam, then
swallow again and continue the process on the rest of the toes. It was
extremely important that I swallowed repeatedly as she wanted my tongue to
collect every speck of dirt and sweat. Then I was to lick the tops on her
feet, then lick it from the top, down to her heel. Use my tongue in a
circular motion and my teeth to grind on her heel, swallow. Then lick from
her heel to her toes again with a flat tongue until she pushed me in the
face with her foot, then I was to repeat the process on her other foot. And
she made it clear that she was not about to move her feet, so to get the job
done I was the one who had to move.


CHAPTER NINE

A FOOTWASHERS DEBUT

Once she had finished her sentence she stretched out her feet and got
comfortable, laid back and closed her eyes, and I for the first time really
saw her bare feet, and if I haven't already mentioned it they were HUGE,
they were thin but long with long toes to match, and they were glistening in
sweat.

I for the first time this day started to question the choice I made. I didn't
want to keep her waiting so I stuck out my tongue and gave her right sole a
long lick. The second my tongue touched her naked skin I jumped back, they
were burning, and the taste was if possible worse then the smell, I coughed
and gagged. But I couldn't afford to give Elisabeth a single reason to hate
me more than she apparently did. I got my act together and stuck my tongue
out again and gave her sole three more long lick, before I licked my way to
her toes.

As I had to lift my head up to reach her toes I could for the first time see
her toenails, they were natural. No color, unless you count the hint of
yellow at the tips, I could clearly see a rim of muck under every toenail,
who in addition was to long. I felt me stomach turning as I sucked the sweat
and dirt from the little toe, and used my teeth to grind out the stuff under
the nail, as she had her eyes closed I swallowed loudly. I used my tongue to
lick out the toejam between the toes, and there was actual visual lumps,
which had a taste that can only be described as sick. I then swallowed
loudly again before I repeated the process on the next toes, what really
made this disgusting was as the toenails got bigger there was more and more
muck under the nails and more and more toejam, I almost threw up as I
cleaned the big toe.

As I struggled to swallow, it hit me that she expected me to be grateful,
and I guess if the roles were changed me constantly gagging wasn't exactly
the way of showing appreciation.

I was more focused for the rest of the session, making up for my start.
Every lick was with passion and I even threw in a moan or two to show my
devotion. It's amazing how the mind works, not only did my gagging go away,
but once I set my mind to it, I became almost non aware of the fact that
this was utter disgusting. I became set to not only lick this girls feet
clean but to make her feel comfortable doing it.

Once I had finished the top and passionately licked my way to the heel, as I
started to lick it, my tongue met rough skin. I did, as she told me had to
use my teeth to loosen it up. I swallowed again, before I began lapping her
soles from heel to toe, at one point do the same thing to a second foot.
After at least 20 minutes of constant sole licking, she pushed me away, and
I went to work on her left foot. The left foot was much easier, it was just
as nasty but because my mouth had cleaned a foot right before this one, my
mouth was used to the flavors. As disgusting as that might sound.


CHAPTER TEN

ACCEPTANCE AT LAST

And there I was slobbering all over Elisabeth's left foot, eating toejam and
toenail muck as it was the most natural thing in the world, I finished up
the heels and went back to her soles lapping them up like a loyal dog. She
made me lick up and down her soles for at least another 30 minutes, before
she pushed me away. I guess I must have spent at least 2 hours in total, and
I was exhausted when she finally pushed my slobbering tongue away. She didn't
say anything, as she looked her feet over. At one point she just stood up,
grabbed my leash and dragged me across the floor, connected my leash, and
left upstairs.

She didn't come back for at least an hour, during those hours I was a
emotional train wreck.

Did I pass? Did she hate me or accept me now?

I told myself that I did my very best, I had pushed my self further than
ever before. I told my self that I should be proud for managing to lick
sweaty, nasty feet for 2 hours without passing out or throwing up.

After a while she came downstairs again, walked right by me without even
looking at me. She came out of the kitchen with a bread slice in her hand,
she squeezed it flat, before she went by me picking up the boots I licked
clean last night. She then picked up a pair of thin black socks and put one
on her right foot. Then she jammed the bread slice in her left sock, used
some time, probably hard to make it comfortable, before she put on her
boots, and left the house. Left me again, without a single word.

She came back about two hours later. When she came in she disconnected my
leash and dragged me into the living room and she pushed me down and away,
so I ended up jammed between the couch and the table. She got up and turned
on the TV and went into the kitchen.

She came back and sat down with a bowl of salad, and two glasses of water.
She sat down and made herself comfortable and started to eat. Once she did
that so close to me my hunger struck again. She ate and drank for at least
15 minutes while watching TV and ignoring me. I was actually whimpering at
this point.

Then after a while she took of her boots and peeled of her right sock, then
she peeled of the left sock inside out and the bread slice fell on the
table. Then she put the sock that was inside out and put it into one of the
glasses, and for the next three minutes she dipped it up and down like you
would a tea-bag, before she squeezed the sock in the glass. The water was a
nasty mix of gray and yellow, with bits of black sock lint swirling around.
She put a straw in the glass and put the glass down next to me, then she
placed the bread slice next to me, which now was completely deformed with
visual toe prints on it.

-" dig in and shut the fuck up." That was the only word she ever said to me
that time, and her eyes never met me.

My hunger and thirst did beat my pride now as I gratefully ate the bread and
drank the nasty foot water. And except for the struggling to swallow and the
occasional gagging , it was a good meal. I know it sounds sick, but when you
haven't eaten for several days, I guess anything tastes "great".

She never looked at me that night but I figured I passed since she fed me
and all. As she watched TV I basically just stared at the floor, because the
table blocked my view. During a commercial she stuffed the other sock in my
mouth, and I spent the next 2 hours sucking on it.

I was then dragged to my "spot", she connected the leash and turned of the
lights and went upstairs to bed.

I slept well that night, feeling good about the fact that I was now in her
good graces, and it didn't hurt that I had some "food" in my belly.


CHAPTER ELEVEN

RISE AND SHINE, PRINCESS STYLE

I woke up that morning staring at two pink bunny slippers as Elisabeth
disconnected my leash and dragged me into her kitchen, it looked really
expensive, like the ones you see on TV. She then threw me around causing me
to bang the back of my head on the floor, she didn't seem to care. She
pushed me under the kitchen table and place her chair on top of me, with the
legs on both sides of my waist.

She then started to cook, and it smelled amazing, I caught my self sniffing
the air. After a good 20 minutes she walked over and placed her plate on the
table, kicked off her bunny slippers, sat down and planted both feet on my
face. And her morning aroma was not pleasant at all. If you ad the horrible
smell to the fact that her giant feet completely covered my face, I was
struggling, having trouble to breath, and apparently it bothered her

-" Be silent down there, I'm busy" she barked down, and I tried to create as
little sound as possible. After another 15 minutes she got off and put the
plate under the table and said

-" clean!" as she left the room,

I got on my hands and knees and dug in. It was basically crumbs and mess, so
I was better off using my tongue than my hands. I then licked the plate
clean. After a while she came back and took the plate back. She was now
wearing bikini and pink apparently well used flip-flops.

She grabbed my leash and dragged me across the living room floor and onto
the balcony. It was actually bigger than my first apartment , it had a big
Jacuzzi facing a lake and three sun beds.

She laid down on a towel and put on a pair of "DIOR" sunglasses, and told me
that there was a big difference between cleaning and pampering a foot. As
she worked on her tan she wanted pampering. The point of cleaning was to
clean off course, and the technique had been designed for efficiency. The
point of pampering was to make the feet feel good. To give them the love and
devotion they deserved. The main techniques that should be used was
smelling, kissing, licking, nibbling and sucking the toes. And I was told to
not bore her feet, to keep them guessing but happy. After she had said that
she laid down.

And I had no intention of disappointing her. I licked her from heel to toe,
sucked all her toes individually, and randomly picked a new toe between each
one. I sucked her heels, I French kissed her toes, I smelled out loud, I had
my tongue out and dragged it from foot to foot. I was pampering her feet for
the next two hours as she was sunbathing , not once loosing my passion, even
how nasty it was to humiliate myself this way.

After a while she got up and walked over to the Jacuzzi and sat down in it.
I didn't know what to do, so I just sat on my hands and knees watching her.
For the next hour or so she once again ignored me as the Jacuzzi did it's
magic. Out of nowhere she barked -" Bring me my flip-flops." Sounding angry.
I quickly got them and brought them to her. She took off her glasses and
looked at them.

-" They are freaking nasty, they need to be spotless by the time I am done
in here, got it?"

I just that second noticed how nasty they were, you could see that they were
pink, but the both the bottoms and the insole was pitch black. I gagged a
bit, and then I started to lick.


CHAPTER TWELVE

I had a really hard time cleaning her flip-flops, for several reasons. Both
the stains on the bottom and the ones on the insole had actually developed a
crust. I had to bite and lick at the same time and the taste was absolutely
horrific, I gagged, and I even threw up a little but I swallowed it back
down. I wasn't only licking dirt and old foot sweat, but eating it. At that
point I was convinced that I would become psychically ill from this ordeal.

I had just licked it over one last time as she got up. She looked them over,
and said -" Show me your tongue." I opened my mouth and she laughed out
loud, as she said -" that is one black tongue, oh my god." Between laughs.
She put the flip-flops back on and said -" now, that was a good meal wasn't
it?" , she looked at me as she wanted me to speak, I remembered one of her
first rules and said -" Yes, Princess Beth.", she grabbed my leash and
dragged me out of the balcony as she said -" No one can accuse me of
starving my pets." She dragged me to my spot and connected my leash, and
went upstairs. She didn't talk to me for the rest of the day. She watched TV
and ate and went to bed. As did i.

The next morning I woke up on my own. I couldn't hear her anywhere, and as I
wiped the sleep out of my eyes, I noticed something in front of me. There
was a picture of her giving me the finger and the words " suck on these
bitch!" written with a red marker on it. Under the picture there was three
pairs of folded socks.

The first pair was a pair of ankle socks that I guess had been white before
but now was a mixture of gray, brown and yellow. The second pair was a pair
of thick, green tennis-socks with a few big holes in them and actual
yellow/brown spots on them. The pair was a pair of thin, almost see-through
brown socks. The best way to describe them is by saying that they were the
sock version of a thin pair of pantyhose's.

As I leaned over them and the stench hit my nostrils I thought I was going
to pass out. My eyes watered up, and I gagged a lot more than once. These
socks was unwashed and well used to say the least. After a while of gagging
I figured that she could be back any minute, I had no idea, so I went to
work by stuffing one of the white ankle socks in my mouth and started
sucking. The taste made my stomach turn, as I sucked and sucked. After a
long time of sucking it was actually looking white and newly washed. I
preformed the nasty task again on the second sock. Once they were back to
their original self, I went to work on the tick, green ones. They took
longer, for a long time I began to think that the yellow/brown spots had
become a part of the fabric. I actually had to use my teeth to bite as I
sucked and licked in order to get them clean.

I must have spent at least and hour on these socks alone. The last pair went
a lot easier, they were less dirty than the others, and apart from the foul
taste, I had them clean in about ten minutes. Once I was done with all the
socks, I folded them nicely and left them on top of the picture, and for the
next three hours I just sat on my knees awaiting Elisabeth.


CHAPTER THIRTEEN

THE WRATH OF ELISABETH

I laid down for a long time awaiting Elisabeth. Unaware of the fact that I
was about to meet the angry version. That the person who had abused me for
the last couple of days was actually the nice Elisabeth. As you probably get
now, she was a wicked person.

As the door opened I jumped up in excitement like a dog, she looked furious,
she closed the door and walked towards me in a fast pace before she kicked
my right in the ribs like she was attempting a field goal. I screamed in
pain as she her kick actually sent me in the air. As I landed and began to
cry in pain, she disconnected my leash and grabbed my hair and dragged me
through the room as I continued to scream. She threw me in-between the table
and the couch, took of her boots, and started to stomp all over me with her
socked feet. Hard! As she cursed and swore. Once she finally finished I was
in so much pain I just sobbed. After awhile she grabbed me by the hair again
and threw me in front of the table.

She told me to get on my knees and show her my face. As she slapped me so
hard I fell to the ground.

-" Get up bitch!" she screamed out and I stumbled my way back to my knees,
as she slapped me again. She slapped me on each sides of my face every other
time, and I kept falling.

After about 10 minutes of constant slapping, she lifted up her legs and
shoved her socked foot in my face -" Kiss it! Worm." So I began to kiss her
foot, with tears in my eyes and burning cheeks.



As I kissed her socked foot she told me with passion the reasons for her
anger.

She had a argument with her mother about her car. She wanted a new car,
identical to the one she had, but in a different color, her mother had
suggested that she just did a paintjob on the one she had, as a new car was
a lot more expensive. That had really pissed Elisabeth off, to actually
suggesting a cheap solution. -" I am a princess dammit!"

I couldn't believe it. Not only was she as spoiled as they come, but this
was to me damn right ridiculous. To get so angry about something that was
actually pure logic. But then again, my opinions didn't matter anymore. I
was purely a servant now.

As she kept complaining she kept pushing her feet in my face, and because
she never told me to stop kissing she ended up rocking me back and forth
with my lips never leaving her foot.

We did this for at least ten more minutes as she never stopped complaining
about her mothers nerve.

She out of nowhere took away her foot, grabbed my hair and pushed my face
towards her`s, As she peeled of her socks she spat me right in my face about
an inch away from me, causing it to splatter all over my face. She sat back
as she presented her left foot.

-" Lick that you pathetic piece of shit." She demanded as extended my tongue
with a face full of spit.


CHAPTER FOURTEEN

THE WRATH OF ELISABETH CONTINUES

As I licked the foot of Elisabeth I was scared. This person she was today
made me terrified. And I hated the fact that she could do this to me without
a shred of guilt. It was clear that I was there for her, and she used me as
she saw fit.

Once in a while she took away the foot I was licking and replaced it with
the other foot. The only upside to this horrible evening was the fact that
because of my fair and pain, I didn't even notice the smell or taste of her
feet, just licked away trying not to piss her more off.

After about 20 minutes of this I was told to lay down on my back, as soon as
I did, she put both feet on my face and stood there full weight , and told
me that when she felt like stepping off I was to roll over and kiss her
feet.

She was heavy. I mean the girl was tall, and fit, and I guess it's true that
muscles weigh more than fat. She wasn't fit like a bodybuilder but as a
person who stayed in shape and then some.

The pain was so intense, and I had trouble breathing. She stood there for at
least 10 minutes before she carelessly stepped off and I rolled over and
kissed her feet. It was so humiliating , but it was more humiliating when
after 30 seconds off kissing her feet, she told me to roll back over and did
the same thing all over again. We repeated that process 8 times, and as I
kissed her feet the last time, my head felt like exploding.

Out of nowhere after about 2 minutes of kissing her feet, she kicked me in
the face with her right foot so hard I landed on my back banging my head on
the floor. She told me to get back up. -" Are we having fun bitch?" she
asked looking down at me, I remembered her rule as I said crying " Yes,
Princess Beth." She stepped closer to me as she said -" Are you ready for
some more?" looking at me as she still demanded a answer, I hung my head
down and reluctantly said " Yes, Princess Beth". On that note she grabbed me
by the waist and threw me into the wall, yes she threw me. I laid on the
floor trying to recover from the impact as she grabbed my hair as she
said -" Get over here you lazy dog."

And dragged me over to the living room table, and put both feet up and
turned on the TV. As she ordered me to pamper her feet and make up for
making her hurt me. I hated the fact that she kind of made me apologize for
kicking me around for the past hours, and it was extremely hard to
passionately lick, suck and kiss her feet after what she had put me through.
But I knew I had no choice in the matter and I did my very best to please
her, worshiping her feet like my life depended on it, which I felt now that
it did.

I spent the next two hours licking, sucking and kissing her feet, as she
still looking angry watched TV, she completely ignored me the whole time
except for one time when she spat on the foot I was pampering as I sucked
her toes, making me use her spit to complete the task . It was disgusting.

After the two hours she dragged me back to my spot and connected my leash,
and I was dismissed for the night. I cried myself to sleep.


CHAPTER FIFTEEN

LIMITED EDITION

The next morning I woke up, sore and in pain. I couldn't move a muscle
without getting tears in my eyes. After a while Elisabeth came down, wearing
her pink bunny slippers. She looked at me for a long time as she shook her
head before saying -" I won't let you near me until you have healed, you
look like you have been in a boxing tournament." Looking at me as if it was
my fault I looked bruised up. But she appeared to be back to normal. She
seemed like she was back to being the Elisabeth that used me as a servant
and not the one who wanted to hurt me.

After she had eaten breakfast, she went into the bathroom and came back with
a handful of socks. -" start with these, bitch." She said as she dropped the
pile in front of me. There had to be at least 10 pairs of socks there, all
dirty and nasty, but I took this job anytime over the beatings, so I was
actually gratefully sucking and cleaning my way through the pile.

Don't get me wrong, the socks reeked and tasted just as bad as the ones I
had previously cleaned, I still gagged a lot and had severe problems
swallowing. As I sucked on the last sock, a really thick gray one, thick
like the ones you were in the winter about 2 hours later I realized that I
was now being used as a washing machine, sounds stupid but the thought hadn't
hit me until now. After a while she came back with a plate with the crumbs
and leftovers from her breakfast, leaving the plate beneath me as she
said -" Clean this when your done with my socks." As she went upstairs.

She came back down dressed for a jog, she made sure I watched as she put her
sneakers on barefoot and left . She returned about 2 hours later and went
right into the kitchen, and came back with a bowl of water in one hand and a
chair in the other. She sat down in front of me and kicked of her sneakers
while saying -" Get your face in there and sniff them" but she also told me
to keep my eyes on her. -" Louder bitch, I want to hear you!" she barked out
as I apparently didn't smell hard enough. The stench and hotness was
unbearable but I managed.

As I had my eyes locked at her she gently put her feet in the bowl and kept
them there a while, and by the time she took her feet up from the bowl the
water had a yellow color. She then pushed the bowl to me, and grabbed her
sneakers and went into the living room. Leaving the bowl of nasty, yellow
footwater like you would leave your dog a bowl of water.

Every ones in a while she went into the hall and picked up a pair of shoes
or boots and made me clean them as she watched TV and talked to her dad on
the phone. I licked 6 pair of footwear clean that day, in addition to the
socks, and when I got a dry tongue I had to use the footwater to make it
moist again.

For the next Five days this was my day. I woke up, she brought me some socks
to suck on, I licked the leftovers from her plate. Then she ignored me for a
while, then she left for a couple of hours after giving me some shoes or
other footwear to clean while she was gone. Then she usually ignored me
until bedtime.

One day she had put a bucket at the end of the balcony, to use as a toilet.
Once a day she would ask me if I needed to go, I was lead crawling to the
balcony, did my business in the bucket and wiped myself with a roll of
toilet-paper next to my bucket. I was then forced to walk on my knees with
the bucket and pour the content into her toilet and wash the bucket before I
was to crawl back and put the bucket back, and crawl back to my spot.

Other than this I basically licked footwear and socks and drank footwater,
which was the same water for the total of the five days.


CHAPTER SIXTEEN

MEET SANDRA

On the 6th day, I apparently looked healthier , as I started my morning
placed under the kitchen table with Elisabeth resting her feet on my face.
When she was done eating she told me to pamper her feet as she relaxed. It
was the first time doing this on my back, and in order to reach her entire
feet I had to move my neck a lot, and about 30 minutes later when she felt
satisfied my neck was killing me as I was lead back to my spot, as she went
upstairs.

When she came back she was on the phone, laughing and talking and walking
right passed me out to the balcony. After a while she came back while
saying -" Sure, we'll make a night of it. See you soon. Ciao." As she hung
up. She walked over and asked if I needed to use the "bathroom", I didn't.
She then informed that a friend of her`s named Sandra would be coming over,
and that I needed to be at my best behavior. And that being that she was a
good friend her words would be equally important as Elisabeth's for the
period she was here.

-" got it?" she said demanding an answer. -" Yes Princess Beth". After about
10 minutes there was a knock on the door, and Elisabeth went and opened up.
In walked a chubby blond they kissed on the cheek and walked into the living
room, completely ignoring me. They talked for a while and laughed , and
generally had fun. After a while Elisabeth walked over to me and
disconnected my leash, as Sandra apparently wanted me to lick her shoes for
her as they were dirty.

Without a word spoken between us I started to lick the bottoms of her shoes,
as they both ignored me and continued their conversation. While I was busy
licking her shoes, I overheard the conversation. The girl, Sandra had
recently turned 15, and from what I could understand she was basically in
the same position as Elisabeth, with filthy rich parents and a only child.
They apparently met at school a few years back, and hit it off instantly as
they both were spoiled brats. It was really disturbing to know her young
age, how can such a young girl so carelessly expect a woman to lick her
shoes??

After a while she took off her shoes and I looked at a pair of white
ankle-socks, she for the first time talked to me -" Why don't you start
sniffing my feet." As she turned to Elisabeth she smiled and said -" I just
love that!" as she laughed. As I started to smell them she looked down at me
and smiled as she said -" I know I don't quite stink up the place like Beth,
but in return I barely wash them." As she giggled. She was right though, the
smell didn't even come close to Elisabeth's, but they did reek and I knew
she wasn't kidding about her hygiene.

I sniffed her socks for at least 45 minutes as they still ignored me, and
talked about old times, after a while she told me to stop. And reached into
her back pocket and picked up what I guessed to be a foot file. She took of
her socks and held them both in one hand, as she carried on her conversation
she gently but determined pushed the socks in my face right underneath my
nostrils, as she still talked to Elisabeth she said without ever looking at
me -" Take a few hard puffs for me sweetheart" as I did I felt dizzy.


CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

FEET TO EAT

She kept me huffing away at her socks for a good 2 minutes while talking and
laughing with Elisabeth, the only words directed at me these 2 minutes
was -"harder", before she took away her socks while saying -" Good girl".
She then handed me the foot-file and told me to step a little back before I
was to get back on my knees. This was the first time I got a good look at
her bare feet, as her hand had blocked my eyes before. They were as she was
chubby, and much shorter than Elisabeth's, but I could tell that hygiene was
less than important to her, as there was a crust of yellow-ish skin from her
heels to her toes, bigger on the heels. She had black, chipped nail-polish
which looked old. And there was muck and jam and sock-lint strategically
placed all around her feet.

She extended her right foot and I was told to get to work. It was the first
time I had ever used a foot-file but I got the hang of it rather quickly.
They completely ignored me as I filed away, making a bigger and bigger
collection of foot-flakes on the floor underneath me. Every ones in a while
she withdrew her foot, looked it over and then extended it back to me
signaling me that I wasn't done yet. I must have spent at least 15 minutes
on that foot alone before she seemed happy, as she looked her feet over. She
smiled as she said

-" now, get that file in your mouth and clean it for me okay?", before she
turned back to Elisabeth. This was a disgusting task but I managed. Once I
had it cleaned out, she looked back down at me and said

-" Get your hands behind your back and your tongue on the floor and consume
my skin." I reluctantly put my hands behind my back and went down and
started to eat all of her dead skin. It was so humiliating. The taste was to
my surprise not strong at all, but the very idea of actually eating someone's
dead skin was repulsive, and not to mention the fact that I had a 17 year
old girl who apparently saw this as the most natural thing in the world.
What a world we live in.

When I was done she casually told me to get my tongue working and clean her
feet. This was a task I didn't need any instructions on, so I just went to
work. I followed the instructions that Elisabeth had given me earlier,
figured it was the safest way to go. Her feet both smelled and tasted awful,
not as bad as Elisabeth's but I was sick as I ate toejam, muck from her
nails and dried, old footsweat from her soles , she loved it when I licked
her soles, so every time my tongue touched them she told me to stay there
for a while. And off course I swallowed every speck of dirt I got off,
gagged a lot , but managed, when I was done, I went back to her soles which
was not the greatest thing to do being how much she loved that. She made me
lick up and down her soles for another 10 minutes. Before she inspected it,
and replaced it with her left foot, and I had to repeat the process all over
again.

I filed, cleaned the foot-file, ate her skin flakes, and cleaned her foot.
Another hour later I was done, my mouth was so dry I could barely breath.
Sandra noticed and coughed and spat in my mouth and casually said -" Eat
that, it's good for you."

Then I was lead back to my spot, as they went out on the balcony and talked
. I was ignored for another hour before they returned. They came in and put
their bare feet in their sneakers and left. A second after Elisabeth closed
the door, she came back in and got Sandra's socks from the living room and
gave them to me as she left while saying -" Have those cleaned by the time
were back.". She left and slammed the door.


CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

A NASTY SESSION

As I waited for Elisabeth and Sandra to come back I was sucking on Sandra's
socks. This was now becoming almost as natural to me as breathing. I was
disgusted by myself. After some time the door opened and Elisabeth and
Sandra came in. Elisabeth disconnected my leash and the lead my out to the
balcony. They laid down and got comfortable on separate sun-beds.

Elisabeth snapped her fingers as she kicked of her sneakers and said -" I'll
be first for a footbath, get that tongue busy loser." As her shoes hit the
floor, I saw Sandra gag, and move her bed away from us, one second later
that all to familiar stench hit my nostrils and I instantly gagged, -" Get
that slobbering tongue busy!!" she screamed out and my tongue went to work.

I could see Sandra almost throwing up several times as I passionately
slobbered away at my owners hot, stinky, sweaty, nasty big feet. It made me
feel so low, to see another person so disgusted at the task I was performing
so often. But who could blame her, it was utter horrific. 45 minutes later I
was pushed away by her second foot. And I knew what Elisabeth wanted me to
do, so I crawled over to Sandra and stuck out my tongue.

And as I got my first sample of Sandra's hot and sweaty feet , I relaxed. I
mean going from Elisabeth's feet to Sandra's was like going from expired
milk to champagne. Her feet tasted nasty and disgusting but compared to
Elisabeth's they were delicious. Sick but true.

About 30 minutes later I was done. And they both sat up and started talking
casually again, completely ignoring me. At some point during the
conversation Sandra figured her sneakers were a little nasty. She picked up
one of the sneakers and as they continued to talk she made me lick her shoe
clean while she had it in her hand. She kept moving the position of the shoe
so that I could reach the whole thing. Both of the shoes took me about 10
minutes in total.

The next thing she wanted me to do was more disturbing. she held her shoes
upside down and made me bite down and take out the insoles. Then I was
forced to lick and suck them clean as they laughed at me. Sandra also told
me that they were her favorite sneakers, that they were three years old, and
that she used them every time she worked out.

And I can honestly say that the taste gave it away. After this humiliating
ordeal Elisabeth wanted me to do the same to her sneakers. And this was the
most disgusting thing ever. They were pitch black and the taste was so
horrible I puked for the first time since arriving here. I was still forced
to continue, and once finished I had to mop up my puke on my hands and knees
as they went inside to continue their conversations.

The rest of the evening I spent on my hands and knees crawling from foot to
foot and sucked their toes, as they treated me like air. Before Sandra left
and we went to bed she made me kiss her feet goodbye as she spat in my
mouth, smiled and petted me on the head.

I was connected to my leash and the lights when out and we went to sleep.



CHAPTER NINETEEN

A PROFESSIONAL FOOTWASH

I woke up that morning to what you can easily call a rough wakeup. While I
was sleeping Elisabeth had been kind enough to go for a run and to wake me
up she had placed one of her extremely smelly shoes right underneath my
nose, as the foul stench hit me nostrils I jumped up gagging as I saw
Elisabeth looking down at me -" Good morning, sleepy head." She smiled as
she untied my leash and lead me out on the balcony while I rubbed the sleep
out of my eyes using only one hand to support my weight.

As we hit the balcony I saw the bowl she had used to make the nasty foot
water a couple of days ago, a foot-file and a glass lying in front of a
chair. She lead my to the bowl and sat down on the chair, she picked up a
magazine as she told me that today we were going to clean her feet in a more
professional matter. She put both feet on the rim of the bowl with her
burning hot nasty soles towards me.

" Get your tongue out and remove that nasty sweat. Now!" she told me as I
began using my tongue to remove sweat. As she picked up her magazine while
saying -" now, that's breakfast for champions." No matter how many times I
did this the first laps always threw me back from the hotness. The task was
just as disgusting as every other time, but the fact that I did it seconds
after waking up, made it worse somehow.

After about 20 minutes she decided I was done. She made me carefully place
her right foot in the bowl and massage it. After a good 5 minutes she took
it up and said -" continue." As I went back to licking her feet. After about
5 minutes she put them back and I was told to continue massaging it. This
repeated itself for the next 20 minutes, the bright side was that her feet
tasted less every time. Then she told me without even once looking up from
her magazine to start filing her foot into the bowl. I did this for about 5
minutes before she told me to stop, she inspected her foot and then she put
away her magazine and reached for the glass, and I got a sick feeling in my
stomach.

She dipped the glass in the water and as she took it up again she had a full
glass of gray water with bits of particles swirling around. She gave me the
glass and said -" Drink up , bitch." And I did. I struggled a lot but
managed to get it all down. I reached her the glass as she just sat back
down and picked up her magazine again as she said -" Keep filling it up, don't
stop until the bowl is empty." As I spent the next 3 minutes refilling the
glass and forcing the nasty liquid down my throat. It took 8 full glasses.

Once I was done I handed her the glass while gagging a bit , she took the
glass and looked down at the bowl and casually said -" There's no water
left, but it's still a bit mess in there, get that tongue down there and
clean it up, then you may fill the bowl with some fresh water."

And I started yet another disgusting task as she just sat there reading her
precious magazine.

Once I had licked the bowl clean, I crawled into the kitchen and refilled it
and crawled back to Elisabeth and placed the bowl back at her feet. And then
I was forced to do the entire thing all over again with her left foot,
midway she even stopped giving me orders as she put it " You know what to
do, bitch! Why should I be bothered?"

The session took me over 1 hour.



CHAPTER TWENTY

"YOU'RE NOT ON A BREAK"

Once I had cleaned her feet to her satisfaction I was lead into the living
room and placed under the table, as she extended her feet and told me to get
back to work. So after this entire 1 hour session I was not nearly finished
as she expected me to pamper her feet as she watched TV. I was slobbering
all over her feet for the next 2 hours, lapping her soles, sucking her toes
and kissing her feet as she ignored me the whole time.

After a while she casually said -" Get your face in there and dry them for
me.", as I was forced to use my own face to dry her spit covered feet. It
was humiliating, but than again, every second of every day usually was. Once
I had completed this task she got up and went into the kitchen and came back
with a bowl of salad, she left it on the table before she went into the
bathroom and came back with 2 pairs of folded blue socks. She sat down and
dropped the socks down at my face while casually saying -" Clean." Before
she started eating watching the TV. For the next 30 minutes I looked up at a
eating Elisabeth while sucking my way through 4 blue socks. They were
actually not so bad. I mean they were used socks but they were amongst the
"cleanest" I had cleaned since I arrived.

Once I was done she gave me the bowl to clean and finish, as she folded the
socks again and left upstairs. When she came back down she examined the bowl
and she dragged my leash as I was lead back to my spot. She connected my
leash and ignored me until we went to sleep.



The following 2 weeks was spent like this :

I woke up as Elisabeth placed her nasty shoes under my nose, ( she did this
everyday now, it was basically my new alarm-clock.), then I cleaned her
feet. The approach was changing a lot during this 2 weeks. As the first
countless times I provided this service she had a very specific idea of how
I should perform. During this 2 weeks I was more and more being trained to
do this following my instincts only, for example, I might remove the muck
and toe jam of 2 toes before returning to her tops or soles only to go back
later and clean the remaining three toes of their nastiness. And as this
became natural I was trained to go back and forth between the two feet
cleaning them both at the same time. I was told that the reason for this was
to not make her feet feel bored, as that might get her in a bad mood. ( And
if there was anything she could have said my give me motivation, it was
this.)

Apart from licking her sweaty feet clean I was cleaning socks and footwear.
I couldn't wrap my head around how many dirty socks this girl had, not to
mention the fact that she stunk up at least a new pair a day. It seemed as
if she hadn't washed socks in a year or something.

And some socks were worse than others, some socks actually made me puke,
which I off course had to clean up too.

Once a day I was offered a trip to the "toilet" she had installed on the
balcony, a "toilet" which was a bucket I was forced to later empty in her
toilet before bringing it back.

After she had finished eating I would eat the scraps of her plate or bowl
and lick it clean.

A couple of times she made me a glass of footwater using her socks as
before, which I was forced to suck up from a straw again.

The only thing I can honestly say coming out of these weeks was the fact
that I became more at peace with my horrible situation, the tasks that used
to push me over the edge was now part of my everyday, and as sickening as it
may sound, became more like a natural routines.



CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

A TRIP TO "MADAM'S"


As I once again was roughly woken up by the stench of Elisabeth's sneaker I
noticed she was dressed different today, she wore a business-looking suite
as she put on a pair of gray thin lace socks, and her black boots, she even
had her hair in a pony-tail today, as I on the other hand was wearing the
same jeans and t-shirt I wore when I first arrived here maybe 2 months ago.
( I had started to loose my sense of time at this point.), once she was
dressed she disconnected my leash and lead me outside the apartment crawling
behind her.

It was the first time outside since I arrived here, (unless you count the
balcony, I didn't)

The sun was really bright and made my eyes burn, as Elisabeth dragged me to
her car , a pink car as she opened the trunk, and casually said -" Get in."
and made me crawl inside the trunk as she slammed it shut and it all went
black.

We drove for at least 10 minutes as I was wondering where we were going. The
car stopped and a few seconds later the trunk went open and she grabbed my
leash and yanked it to make me crawl out. The second my hands and knees
landed on the asphalt I saw I was in the middle of a parking lot looking
straight at a street. I slightly panicked as I saw many people walking
around at the other side of the street, as this was pure public humiliation,
a few seconds later Elisabeth started walking causing me to crawl behind her
in public like a dog on a leash.

We walked past what looked like a market, with small shops, and a restaurant
and a bar before she took a turn and we approached a building with a sign
that said "MADAM'S" with big yellow letters over a drawing of a brunette
pointing a finger at you. The entrance was 2 doors wide open.

We went inside and was met by a woman on the phone, her and Elisabeth nodded
at each other and we kept walking a few feet before I saw some stairs,
Elisabeth started walking down this stairs with me crawling behind her, it
was stone stairs so it was very uncomfortable for my knees. Once we hit the
end of the stairs I saw a big open space with tables couches and chairs,
with wine colored walls and white drapes.

There was a lot of people there, but I didn't realize what they were doing
at the time as I was to busy looking around the place, as Elisabeth kept
dragging me along.

The first thing that really caught my eye was a disturbing thing, it was a
really young latina looking girl in a soccer uniform laughing and giggling
as a woman in her mid 20`s with pigtails was licking her feet with 2
inside-out tube socks placed on her head in a cross. And when I say young ,
I mean YOUNG! That girl could barely be in any more then her early teens. It
was a disturbing image that locked my eyes, not to mention the fact that
this woman almost twice her age was slobbering away at her feet like it was
candy, she actually looked like she was enjoying it. My eyes didn't leave
them until I bumped into Elisabeth as she had stopped at a big leather couch
and sat next to a brunette probably in her early 50`s.

-" Hello, Beth, so nice to see you stranger, I haven't seen you in ages.
What have you been up to?" The brunette said as her and Elisabeth kissed on
the cheek, before Elisabeth sat back and petted me on the head and said -" I'm
sorry ,Madam. I have been busy breaking in this one."

It was really humiliating being referred to as a thing, and I like always
struggled to hold back tears as Elisabeth and this woman she referred to as
"Madam" continued their conversation, as I continued to look around tuning
in and out of their conversation.

After a while Elisabeth said something that caught my attention. She pointed
over at the young latin girl saying -" Who's the new one? Is she a owner?"
to Madam.

-" That's Monique, her mother used to work the tables a few years ago, she
is way to young to own at this point, but she comes by on Mondays and
Wednesdays after soccer- practice and uses someone from the kennel to clean
her stinky feet for her." Madam answered like she was talking about the most
natural thing in the world before she continued -" But that girl sure has
the potential to become a good owner in a few years." As Elisabeth was
nodding.

The words "Owner" and "Kennel" really struck a chord in me.



CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

A LOT OF "FIRST'S" AT "MADAM'S"


As I just sat there trying to wrap my head around the whole thing, I noticed
a lot of slurping sounds, I used a second trying to detect them as I
realized they came from under the table, as I bowed my head down and looked
I was met by another disturbing image.

I saw that Madam had her feet crossed with her pantyhose's ripped up to the
ankles as two women with only their upper bodies showing from under the
couch licking and sucking on a foot each. The one licking on her right foot
was a chubby redhead about my age, the one slobbering away at her left foot
was a lightskinned black girl about 15 or 16 , and they were really into it.
I couldn't believe it. I just sat there and looked at them for at least 20
minutes as they were lapping up her feet like they were dying from hunger.
It was disgusting and weird and well disturbing.

Suddenly I overheard Elisabeth say to Madam that she wanted to team me up. I
didn't like the way that sounded at all. Madam casually responded -" Sure
thing sweetie, pick any one you like." As she smiled at Elisabeth. Elisabeth
then tied my leash around the nearest leg of the couch as she said -" Stay"
as a joke and Madam and Elisabeth laughed, as she started to walk away. She
walked all the way to the end of the place to a metal-door , she typed in a
code and the door opened and she walked in. I looked at that open door for
at least 15 minutes before she came out with a leash in her hand. Due to the
tables in front of us, I couldn't see until she approached our table. Behind
her came a girl crawling, she was pale and extremely skinny with long black
hair in pony-tails with a collar that said "Goth Piglet" in pink letters,
she looked about the same age as the youngest sucking Madam's feet, about 15
or so.

Elisabeth sat down and she untied my leash so she had a leash in each hand
and me and the young girl stood next to each other on our hands and knees.
The young girl didn't even look at me, she had her eyes glued to Elisabeth's
every movement . She had pitch black eye make-up and dark red lipstick, she
opened her mouth and I saw that the girl had braces. This felt wrong in so
many levels.

Elisabeth stretched out her legs, and the second the heel of her boot hit
the floor the young girl had her tongue going up and down the entire length
of her boot, as I turned around I noticed Elisabeth giving me the look to
get started myself. As I started to lick Elisabeth's boot I got really
distracted from the girls enthusiasm, she was licking, sucking and kissing
the boot like she was in love with it, it was really disturbing to watch, so
I decided to focus on my own boot as was probably what Elisabeth wanted
anyway. After a about 10 minutes we were told to take of her boots, as I saw
this young girl basically jumping up and taking the zipper in her mouth and
within seconds she had the boot lying nicely on the floor. My self I
struggled for about a minute before accomplishing the same. If this was a
contest , the young girl would win. Once I had finally removed her boots
successfully we were told to put our faces in them. We both did as Elisabeth
picked up a low chair and put it in front of us while putting a big pillow
on it.

Elisabeth then placed both feet on the pillow with her thin socks facing us,
and the second they hit the pillow "Goth girl" jumped her face from the open
boot and buried her face in Elisabeth's left sock huffing away like a crazy
person.

-" You get your face in there too bitch!" Elisabeth barked as she felt I was
taking to long.

I pushed my face in her sock and began the usual sniffing and in the corner
of my eye saw the girl sniffing enthusiastically, her devotion really made
me uncomfortable. After about 10 minutes we were told to take of her socks
with our teeth. We both did. Then she just sat there for about 10 long
seconds before she said calmly -" Get those tongues working bitches!"

As we jumped in and began our lapping session, and this session we were both
enthusiastic and passionate, the only difference being, I was faking it and
it didn't look like she did.

After about 2 hours she told us to stop. She looked at us for 1 long minute
looking like she tried to figure out what to do next. Before she took away
her right foot and put the left foot in the middle of the pillow and said -"
Now, goth pig: you'll refresh my toes, and you I want you to lap and kiss my
sole..Get to work!!" And this was to say the least, weird and disgusting, to
see the goth girl slobbering away at the same foot as me as I lapped and
kissed her sole like a loyal dog. And it didn't make it easier to see the
two females still enthusiastically licking and sucking Madam's feet. The
next hour or so , she gave us directions, we had to change positions a lot
and she made us do more together than separate .

She had us lick and suck the same set of toes, then one of us sucking on the
heel as the other licked up and down her sole almost hitting the others
mouth all the time. She ended the foot session with the two of us licking
all over the same sole for at least 10 minutes before we had to do the same
thing to the other, basically making us make out with each other as well as
her soles.

Next 3 chapters coming very soon.

RickHung

For more stories check me out "abelspiano"

[Jimmy009]

Ok then

[frankjohnmoore]

fucked up, don, t like this story, sorry

[DXiViviD]

wierd

[kieran]

Your enfactuated with feet you need some help man...

[davidbannano]

great story

[PaulTheTeacher]

Nice story, very enjoyable!