Bitch 449 stood at the door to Princess Georgina's half-built palace and gazed into the area that would become for Footwear Room. He was in awe of being allowed to work there, even though he expected that he might never see Princess Georgina in person.
Mistress Fiona stood in the largely empty room with her back to him. She turned round sharply on her heels, her ponytail swinging and her brown eyes flashing with enthusiasm. Bitch 449 quickly lowered his own eyes. He had no idea why she had ordered him to come into the room alone. Since joining the female-dominated settlement, he had never been alone with one of the women.
"Come closer," said Mistress Fiona. "On your knees, obviously." She sounded calm, even quite quiet, but her voice had an air of restrained excitement.
Bitch 449 dropped quickly to the ground, the pain shooting through his knees as they hit the wooden floor. He had learnt that the punishments inflicted on men who did not kneel quickly enough were far more painful than a jolt to the knees.
He shuffled a few yards across the wooden floor, until he was in front of Mistress Fiona's feet. Keeping his eyes down, the pointed toes of her shoes were only inches from his face. He kept his eyes focused on them, his cock twitching in his chastity cage at the sight of Fiona's smooth skin and high arches.
Bitch 449 frowned slightly when he noticed a speck of mud on Mistress Fiona's right shoe. A few minutes earlier, he had lay down in the mud alongside two other men so that Mistress Fiona could walk across the three of them and avoid getting dirty. Bitch 449 felt disappointed that he had failed to keep the mud off her completely.
He kept still, his head down. All was silent except for the sound of people outside: men moving about and women shouting orders as the work on the palace continued.
Eventually, Fiona spoke.
"There is a spot of mud on my shoe," she said. "Clean it."
Bitch 449 reacted quickly, leaning forward with his tongue out and licking off the small speck of mud in one movement. He licked the same area of the shoe twice more so that there could be no doubt it had gone.
"Thank you for allowing me to serve you and your beautiful shoes, Mistress Fiona," he said.
Surely she hadn't called him all the way in here just to lick one spot of mud from her shoe? Stranger things had happened since Bitch 449 had moved into the female-led settlement, he reflected.
Despite keeping his eyes down, he could sense that Fiona was smiling as she looked down at him.
"Why are you here?" she said suddenly.
Bitch 449 was taken by surprise. "Because you ordered me to come in here, Mistress."
"I don't mean in this room, idiot," said Mistress Fiona, laughing. "I mean in this settlement."
Bitch 449 was certain of the answer to that. "To serve the Superior Gender, and to serve Her Highness Princess Georgina in particular, Mistress."
"Good answer," replied Fiona. "And are you glad you came here?"
Bitch 449 was confused. "Well, of course, Mistress Fiona. I'm delighted. I'm very lucky." He felt an overwhelming sense of bliss to be kneeling at Mistress Fiona's beautiful feet, committed for ever to living for the benefit of women in Princess Georgina's settlement.
Fiona chuckled and stepped backwards. She began to pace up and down in front of him. Bitch 449 kept still.
"You might be surprised to hear that not all the men here feel like you, bitch. Some regret coming here. Some have doubts. Some haven't quite got used to the superiority of women yet."
She continued to pace, her heels clicking on the floor and her long dark ponytail swinging in and out of Bitch 449's view as he looked downwards.
