6th Day The Game
I woke up early in a very good mood, I must admit. I shaved myself, tied up my room and started working. Being very careful not to make any noise, I went to Madame's bathroom to prepare everything for her. I made sure that the tab was full of hot water, dry towels were at hand, foam bath, conditioners and beauty things that might be required were all there.
I then went downstairs to prepare her usual breakfast dish. I caught myself whistling softly. Yes, I was really happy. Yesterday, I think that I proved to my Madame my total devotion to her. She must know by now, I thought. She must have realized how I feel about her. Oh God, if you could show me any other way to prove my total submission to her!
Coffee, orange juice, toasted bread, butter and marmalade were all on the dish when her bedroom bell rang.
I rushed upstairs, holding the dish carefully in my hands.
- May I enter Madame? I asked
- Come in slave! she said.
- Your humble slave bids you good morning.
I entered her room and placed the dish on her lap, carefully holding my eyes down. I then assumed my usual kneeling position my her bed. She started eating her breakfast. If only I was allowed to look at her face! I could maybe understand her thoughts about me. Of course I didn't dare looking at her in the face. My eyes were fixed to her feet under the bed sheets.
- How was your day yesterday? She finally asked me.
- I think that I did quite well Madame, I replied. My only thought was to follow your orders, to keep you satisfied. I'm afraid I did some mistakes, but Miss Angela was kind enough to point them out to me in her own good way. But I can assure you that I won't make them again. I hope that you humble slave hasn't disappointed you.
- We'll see about that; I'm meeting her later in the morning. I hope she was generally satisfied with your services. I don't want her to think that my personal slave is worthless.
Anyway, I wish to take a bath. Is everything in order? She asked.
- Yes Madame, everything is in order.
She sat on the bed, while her beautiful feet rest on my palms, to receive her usual worship.
I kissed her divine toes with gentleness and passion. She let me worship her feet for a longer time than usual. Maybe she wanted to make sure that I was still her obedient slave. Or maybe to make me see that her toenails needed my tender attention. In fact the polish was not shining according to my standards. Who knows...
She then pushed me away, pointing to her slippers.
I carefully put them on and followed her to the bathroom.
She slipped herself in the bath tab, handing me her night gown behind the drown curtains I helped her with her bath, as I did the other day, gently scrubbing her body with a soft sponge. When I reached her feet, she started playing with my face, using her foam soaked feet. She used her right sole to rub my face, leaving me full of foam wetting my hair. She then took my nose in between her toes, occasionally squeezing, while she pushed her left foot in my mouth, leaving me without breath. My mouth was now full of foam and tasted bitter. But I didn't complain.
Finally she ordered be to bring her a large towel, which she wrapped around her body while she was coming out of the water.
Yes, I told to my self. She is a real Goddess. How lucky I was to be her slave! She's so beautiful! She's so divine!
I knelt to the floor, in front of her placing soft kisses to her wet feet.
- I'm your humble slave Madame! Your wish is my command. Thank you ever so much for giving me the privilege to serve you.
She slightly raised her right foot. I immediately understood and placed my left hand under it facing up. Stepping on my hand, she raised the other foot and I put my right hand underneath. Now she was standing on my palms, while I was still kissing her feet. I took a glance at the large bathroom mirror. The scene was thrilling!
There she was, standing on my hands, holding her balance on the wall, in complete power, while me, her slave, her foot carpet, was placing kisses on her feet, showing his total devotion to her. Yes! I' m sure I've found the meaning of my life! I was born and grew up, only to become Madame's dedicated slave. There is nothing else I could ever wish for. Being her humble slave, is what's right for me. Obeying her orders is the only thing that means to me. I was now absolutely sure that she was the only person who knew what's good for me.
As I could occasionally see from the mirror, she was looking down at me with a smile of satisfaction. Her face showed her absolute power over me, literally and mentally. My hands felt numb after all this pressure on them.
She then lied down on the easy chair and I started drying her hair. She didn't pay any attention to me, apart from giving me orders on what I should do next. I gave her a manicure as before and a more professional pedicure than the other day. I didn't have to soak her feet with my mouth, since they were already soaked from the bath. All this time she was reading a fashion magazine, sometimes giving me orders and advice about beauty tips.
This time she told me to paint her toenail a light pink, that make them look so tender and beautiful. I dried her toenails with my breath as usual and went on softly massaging her feet with lotion.
By the time I finished, her feet were in perfect shape (and so was the rest of her). I started kissing her toes, to show that I finished. She didn't pay any attention to me. I went on kissing her feet, since I realized that this was her wish. My lips were full of lotion from her feet.
Finally she looked down at me.
- You did a fine job with my feet, slave! I must admit it. I'm very pleased with your services. I hope you keep up the good work.
- Thank you very much Madame for your nice words. They are the best present that a slave can have. I'm so happy that I was able to serve you properly.
- I think that you'll make a very good slave after all. You are not only learning fast, but you seem devoted to your Madame with sincere feelings. With my instructions and training you'll become quite good in serving a woman like me. So far so good, but always remember who's the boss.
Giving her a last kiss on each one of her pink painted toenails, I put her slippers on and followed her to her bedroom.
I helped her with her clothes. She then sat on a chair, ordering me to put her stockings on. I knelt before her and she extended her right foot. Very carefully I slipped the stocking up her toes, to her heel, up her knee. There she told me to stop, offering her left foot. I put the stocking on her foot and bowed my head down at her feet. She stood up pulling the stockings up her shapely legs. She then sat down, for me to put her shoes on. This time she chose a pair of black high heel pumps. I could not help but kissing her shoes many times, showing my total devotion to her.
- I'll be back in the afternoon. Have dinner ready, she said.
- May I ask if Madame wishes something in particular for dinner?
-Oh yes! Good thinking. Something light, perhaps spaghetti Bolognese with a juicy fruit salad. And don't forget your lovely cake.
I have to go now, she said and pushed me away with her foot.
She stood up and went downstairs. Soon enough I heard her car driving away. I was alone in the house and so many things to do! Would I make them all up in time? Calm down I said to myself. You'll do fine. Madame said that you're a good slave. She must be satisfied with you, she knows better than you. Put yourself together and better write down what you have to do, in case you forget.
I went to my bedroom and made a list for the things I had to do:
Clean the bathroom.
Make Madame's bedroom.
Clean Madame's shoes.
Clean the Kitchen and do the dishes.
Sweep the floor.
Prepare dinner.
Take a shower.
