Miss Jennifer always let Miss Celeste punish me whenever she pleased and so my butt cheeks would also clench and quiver whenever Miss Celeste got that superior smug look on her beautiful face. She would hand me her hairbrush and make me brush her lovely auburn hair while she dangled and swung her foot around and around in circles, curling her toes in delight. When I was done brushing her hair she would use the big wooden handled hairbrush on my bare upturned bottom. Usually, she made me lie over the footstool , but sometimes she would put me over her nylon legs so that my face was close enough to smell her feet.
Miss Jennifer often lent me out to her other friends as a week-end slave and Miss Sara's house was usually where I would end up, cutting grass, washing her car and being her naked mop boy. Miss Sara always had plenty of ashtrays to empty and clean and girlfriends over to add to her amusement with me. Miss Sara enjoyed walking around barefoot and even bragged that she wore no shoes to work at the law firm where she was a legal secretary because her boss was a "foot-wimp." I was to fetch the large bottle of skin lotion whenever Miss Sara snapped her fingers and kneel at Miss Sara's feet to massage them. If they had a layer of dirt on them, I had to tongue clean her entire foot with my mouth before proceeding with the foot cream and massage portion of the ritual. Miss Sara was a haughty blonde with glasses and a petite body which was to die for and she cruelly teased and displayed her boobs, ass and pretty size 5 feet before my longing eyes.
Unbeknownst to Miss Jennifer, Miss Sara also ordered me to worship her asshole several times a day, and she kept a short cat 'o nine tail whip in her purse, which she cruelly used on my bare shaven balls whenever she pleased. I was also made to swear an allegiance to Miss Sara that I was her asshole and foot slave, for Miss Jennifer had forbidden me to ever even or lick Miss Sara's high arched size 5 feet, much less her rosy red asshole. Miss Sara's girlfriends came over to laugh at me and use me for pedicures and foot massages. Miss Sara would often have me kneel at the front door and kiss their feet as they entered. Then I was to fetch a warm pan of water and give them pedicures and paint their toenails. These pedicure parties often went on for hours and late into the night on week-ends, with me as the only foot slave. I had to light their cigarettes, fetch ashtrays and drinks and empty ashtrays and bring them back clean. Miss Sara liked to have me smell her canvas Keds sneakers, which had dark foot imprints in the soles from whenever she did wear shoes so they could all laugh at how my shaved penis would grow erect at the scent of her sneaker foot scent. They often pinched my big nipples, my butt or rubbed my bare shaved balls to elicit such a response. I usually was dripping pre-cum from all the stimulation and throbbing constantly.
Miss Sara would pose her feet in front of my face and make me smell them as she curled her foot and pointed her toes. The ladies would laugh when I would drool and quiver in excitement. They called it the "Pavlov's Dog" experiment. Sometimes I would be made to hump their legs like a horny puppy dog and they would often put a collar and leash on me and walk me out in the backyard and make me lift my leg and pee. They would have me lick up spilled beer or food, often having me beg for crumbs or even make me smell their skimpily covered crotches. If I dripped pre-cum on the floor they would make me lick it up, often after slipping their toes in it and then they would use a rolled up newspaper to punish my cock and balls.
