Ch 6: A restless tongue
I continued to lick Megan flip flops until dinner and when my Mistress appeared and saw that I was still licking her footwear, she laughed intensely. I had to look so pathetic. I bowed at her feet as I had been educated, with her flip flops still in my mouth, then I dropped them on the floor and I kissed my Mistress's feet. Once again I showed her my submission putting her foot on my head but that time she removed it almost immediately.
- Make dinner and cook something for you, you need to eat. When it's ready, you'll serve dinner here -
- Yes Mistress - I said returning to be a human being after spending the whole afternoon behaving like a dog.
With a wave of her hand she dismissed me, I got up and I ran to make dinner. When everything was ready I went upstairs to call my Mistress. We repeated our usual routine and when I was again under my Mistress foot, I said:
- Mistress, the dinner is ready -
The table was set for two since she had told me to do something for me too, but when I was about to take a seat at the table, Megan said:
- Do you want to eat right now? Or do you want to wait until I finish? -
I knew she was testing me, indeed I had no choice because a slave cannot choose or make decisions, a slave can only obey and her order, although masked, was still there.
- I'll wait until you finish your meal Mistress - I said
Megan looked really pleased by my response, then she snapped her finger and pointed to the floor next to her chair. I knelt beside her thinking that she even had no need to talk to give me an order and this after just one day that I was her slave. I wondered what level would reach my obedience in one or two months. Then my thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a slap on my face
- Is that how you have been taught to kneel? - she asked disappointed.
Shocked by that sudden violence I hurried to assume the correct position while tears began to fall from the eyes
- Sorry Mistress, it will not happen anymore - I managed to say with a whisper.
Megan didn't say anything more and continued to eat ignoring me. When she finished her dinner, she simply got up and went to sit on the couch. I had not received a counter order so finally I started to eat.
After dinner I approached my Mistress, who without looking at me snapped her fingers and I was again on my knees. I was careful to assume the right position this time and I spread my legs as much as possibile leaving my pussy very exposed. I looked for a sign of approval but Megan was ignoring me. After a couples of minutes I didn't know what to do and I was begging soundlessly that my Mistress would give me soon an order. Then she raised her feet and gave me a boost and I found myself on all four. Before I could make a move, she rested her feet on my back and I was again her footstool. Megan continued to watch tv for about three hours, my back was hurting but I did not dare move. It was especially tiring when she crossed her ankles, because all the weight was concentrated on a single point. Megan seemed regardless of my suffering.
How could she treat her best friend like that?
"But I'm no longer her best friend" I thought "I'm her slave now, I'm her property and there were no difference between me and the table or the chair. Megan owns me, she owns my body and she can do whatever she wants with it"
That morning I had told her that I loved being her footstool but the day before had been so different, I had her feet near my face and I could smell her foot scent, in that moment instead there was no pleasure for me, I was like a piece of the furniture.
When the Tv show ended, Megan got up and left without saying a word, leaving me alone...still on all fours. I remained in that position for another thirty minutes while I cried silently.
The next morning I woke up early and I went down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. A few minutes later I heard the front door slam and a moment later Megan was in front of me. She had her hair in a ponytail and apparently she had already made her morning run and she was very sweaty.
- Do you want make me angry already in the early morning? - she asked looking me intensely.
I looked at her quizzically then I saw her foot beat the ground and I remembered. A second after I was prostrate at her feet, kissing her sneakers.
- Please forgive me Mistress, I just got up and my mind isn't clear - I begged between a kisses. I could feel the heat coming from her feet through the shoes and definitely I could smell her strong foot sweat.
- Oh poor, your mind is not clear? So, while I'll have breakfast you are going to lick my shoes clean. Let's see if you finally awake - she said with a grin.
Her shoes were really filthy and on her left shoe I saw even traces of mud. I looked at Megan with puppy eyes hoping that she would shown some mercy on me but in vain, she kept looking at me with a wry smile. Hopeless, I sticked out my tongue and I began to lick the top of her shoes, removing all the dirt that they had accumulated over time. My tongue works restless while my Mistress ate without a care in the world to worry her head. When the tops of her shoes had now returned to their original color, I rested my head against the ground and I started to lick the sides of my owner's shoes, tasting the dust of her running and even a bit of mud that dirtied the left shoe. When I thought I had finished, Megan lift one foot and I discovered with horror that I had to clean even the soles. I had a little hesitation, who knows with what had come in contact that sole... I could take some disease! It was Megan that made me overcome that hesitation, she pressed the sole of her shoes on my face and my tongue went back to work, tasting the street with every lick. Megan had finished by time her breakfast, when my work ended. My Mistress inspected my job and with a smile, she said:
- You are a great shoe-licker, maybe I should make you work somewhere, I'm sure that many women would love to have someone like you that lick their shoes clean when they go shopping - I looked at her in horror but for some reason I had again a thrill in my belly. Then Megan added - And staying in theme, we have to do shopping so in half an hour you have to be ready to go out. I'm going to have a shower - and after few seconds she was gone.
"Shopping? Why?" I asked myself but then I remembered that I had only half an hour so I ran to get ready.
When I was ready, Megan was already to the front door.
- Here you are, finally - she said when I arrived and I kissed quickly her feet. Now she was wearing ballet shoes - Since you did a good job with my sneakers, I thought you deserve a reward -
She was hiding something behind her back and with amazement I saw that the my reward was a pair of her socks, and judging by the smell that came immediately to my nose, I realized they were the ones she had worn during her morning run. As if she had read my mind, Megan anticipated my question and with a grin, she said:
- Open your mouth! - unable to resist her order, I opened my mouth and she put her sock inside. The flavor was indescribable, and I could not figure out whether I liked it or not.
- Try to keep your mouth shut if you do not want others to see that you go around with dirty socks in your mouth - she said patting my head and leading me out of the house. Resigned to go shopping for hours in this humiliating way, while I felt more and more pathetic, I followed my beautiful and devilish Mistress.
Ch 7: Who is the servant now?
It is said that women love shopping and so far this was also true for me. Like any other woman I've always loved shopping and, being a very rich girl, every time I came home my Porsche Cayenne was always full of shopping bags that, of course, were carried by one of my servants. The designated to accompany me was usually Jane, a twenty five year-old girl with dark brown hair and beautiful green eyes. Jane was the only person in my house with whom I spoke when my mother was away. Having few years of difference, often I confessed to her all the emotions I felt and her advice about the boys had often proved useful. After Megan, I considered her my best friend but my father once scolded me because Jane neglected her work when she was with me, he told me that I had not make friends with the servants because they would have taken advantage of it. So I started to treat her like any other people in the house and that was the end of our friendship. When I told her that she was dismissed, as Megan had suggested me, Jane just looked at me with contempt and without a word she went out of my house and out of my life. Or so I thought.
After two hours of shopping Megan had made dozens and dozens of purchases. She had spent thousands of dollars on high-fashion clothing using my credit card, of course. I carried around all her shopping bags just as Jane did with me with the difference that I wasn't only Megan's servant, but I was also her slave. Jane had never had to go around with sweaty socks in her mouth, she had never had to help me into the dressing room on her knees and definitely she had never had to kiss my feet every time I tried a new pair of shoes. When Megan was satisfied we returned to the car but we did not take the direction of home.
- I imagine you're wondering where we are going - she said while she was driving.
I was amazed when on the morning she had taken the driver's seat, I thought that I would be her chauffeur as another symbol of my submission to her, but Megan had told me that she wanted to test the car.
Being enable to speak I nodded and my Mistress giggle.
- Oh, you're so cute when you keep your mouth shut. Maybe you should have my sweaty socks in your mouth for twenty-four hours a day. Yeah, I think that my little slave would love it. Do you agree? - I was a little hurt by her words but they also excited me.
