Lena And Life Ch 06

Chapter 06

Shortly afterward, the two ladies were already sitting on comfortable lounge chairs on the beautiful terrace of this luxurious residence. Secluded from the street and out of sight, Tanja and Lena enjoyed this wonderful day after refreshing themselves with a snack Thomas had prepared earlier.

Meanwhile, he was once again kneeling in front of Tanja, eagerly licking clean the shoes she had worn that morning. When she slipped out of them after a while and generously allowed him to lick her feet as well, Lena realized how fixated he was on Tanja's feet. Reverently and with great relish, Thomas caressed her sister's slightly sweaty feet as if he were starving for them. He seemed to practically worship her high-arched soles.

Lena now looked somewhat enviously at her own feet and noticed that not only did they share the same shoe size, but their feet also had a very similar shape overall. So why was Thomas so obsessed with Tanja's feet? Tanja must have noticed her glances because she smiled at Lena.

"Quite a beautiful sight, isn't it? He really loves my feet more than anything."

Lena nodded in agreement. "He certainly does. But why is he so fixated on your feet, Tanja?"

"He's always liked my shoes, Lena," Tanja explained.

"But you have to remember that I've been conditioning him to my feet for a year now. I've practically trained him like a dog to my shoes and feet, and his training is far from over. Shaping a truly perfect slave is a long journey. But I think Thomas has already made great progress, which is why I let him tend to the objects of his desire regularly. This not only rewards him but also gives him the chance to show me his complete devotion, submission, and adoration in this way. Isn't it wonderful to see how much he loves worshiping me, even though he's fully aware that my feet and my butt hole are the only parts of me his tongue will ever touch?"

Impressed, Lena listened wide-eyed to her sister's words. Foot worship seemed to be the key stimulus for dominating Thomas. The two ladies spent the rest of the afternoon on the terrace, letting Thomas serve them and take turns kissing their feet. In a good mood and completely relaxed, Tanja made a suggestion toward the evening. "What do you think about going out for some food now and maybe having a few cocktails afterward? I'm starting to feel cooped up here."

"If you're paying, sure, but wait, I don't have anything suitable to wear," Lena replied, disappointed.

"You can borrow something of mine," Tanja said. "We should still be the same size, and you used to borrow my shoes all the time, didn't you? Look, Lena. How about we try on some outfits right now? I can also show you how I have my slave dress me every day."

Excited about the suggestion, Lena jumped up to follow Tanja to her bedroom. For the next hour and a half, the ladies tried on and mixed countless outfits and pairs of shoes. Thomas assisted them with dressing and undressing, fetching clothes and shoes, and tidying up afterward. Finally, Tanja and Lena found the perfect outfits.

Dressed in sexy minidresses and high-heeled leather boots, they were ready to start the evening. Just before leaving the house, Tanja hiked up her dress and barked down at Thomas. "Get into position, slave! I need to pee before we go!"

Seconds later, she was sitting on his face, urinating freely into his wide-open mouth. Without hesitation, Tanja emptied her bladder as if it were the most natural thing in the world to use another person this way. Lena watched closely but showed no reaction. Only when Thomas thanked Tanja submissively afterward did a small smile appear on her pretty face.

Meanwhile, Tanja adjusted her dress and turned to her sister. "Alright, now we can go. I'm starving."

Lena nodded in agreement. "Sure, let's go. Oh, and what about Thomas?"

"What about him?" Tanja asked. "He's already cleaned today, so he goes in the cage. He'll be fine there and can take care of my shoes in the meantime."

No sooner had she said this than Thomas crawled into his cage, where several pairs of Tanja's shoes were already waiting. Tanja locked the stainless steel prison with a padlock and sarcastically wished him a nice evening. As he immediately began licking her shoes, Lena had an idea.

"Tanja? Hmm, do you think he could clean my old ballerinas too? They really need it."

"Sure, just toss them into the cage," Tanja laughed. "You're really settling in here, sweetie." She held her boots alternately through the bars so Thomas could kiss the tips goodbye.

Shortly after, the two sisters sat cheerfully and perfectly styled in a taxi. Full of anticipation for a lovely evening, Tanja was already raving about the excellent cuisine of the upscale restaurant when she suddenly burst into laughter.

"You know what's going to be the best part of this evening for me, Lena?"

"No, Tanja, what?" Lena replied curiously.

"Knowing that Thomas is sitting at home in his cage, licking my dirty shoes clean while we enjoy ourselves at his expense,"

Tanja said. "And as a thank you, he'll even kiss my feet for it. If that's not the perfect way to live!" Lena had to laugh too as the taxi reached its destination.

After an expensive meal and several cocktails, Tanja and Lena returned to Thomas's house hours later. Tipsy and tired from dancing, Tanja decided to go straight to bed since she had to get up early the next morning. Though Lena would have liked to check on Thomas, she followed her sister's example and went to bed too. The next morning, Lena woke up slightly hungover around seven. She had dreamed strange things that night.

The dream was essentially about her ruling as a kind of queen over many servants and slaves, all crawling before her on the ground. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Lena realized that the things happening in this house were really starting to get to her head if she was even dreaming about them.

After a hot shower, she cheerfully headed to the kitchen for breakfast and could already hear Tanja berating Thomas early in the morning from a distance. Lena greeted them both warmly and sat down at the table. Her sister briefly wished her a good morning before turning back to Thomas, who couldn't seem to do anything right for her that morning.

Despite his best efforts, he received nothing but slaps and kicks in rapid succession. Tanja seemed to be taking out all the aftereffects of the previous evening and her resulting bad mood on him, venting unrestrainedly on the poor guy, who kept apologizing for no reason and even kissed her feet repeatedly.

Something was different this morning. Lena noticed that Thomas was even quieter than usual, almost broken. He was also wearing a shirt and shorts today. Most strikingly, he moved oddly, as if every motion caused him pain. As Thomas was putting Tanja's shoes on her, she suddenly kicked him full force in the face out of the blue. He immediately curled up on the floor in front of her, trembling with fear and pain. In an aggressive tone, she barked down at him.

"Haven't I told you a thousand times to kiss my feet first before putting my shoes on, slave? Is that too much for your primate brain? You're lucky I have to get to work now. I'd love to refresh some lessons in your training right now. Just last night, I thought I might have overdone it a bit, but now it seems like you're practically begging for a beating."

Intimidated, he apologized and kissed her shoe tips. "Forgive me, exalted Lady Tanja. I humbly beg your forgiveness."

Tanja completely ignored his words, merely nudging him aside with her foot so she could stand up comfortably from the chair. After giving Thomas some instructions for the morning, she said goodbye to Lena and left the house.

The young blonde sipped her coffee thoughtfully. What had Tanja done to Thomas after their return last night to make him so intimidated? Had she really beaten him for no reason? Lena needed to know for sure now.

Taking another sip from her cup, she kindly asked Thomas to take off his shirt and shorts and show himself to her. After a brief hesitation, he obeyed, and Lena nearly choked when she saw his battered back. Dozens of red and bluish welts adorned his body. His buttocks were particularly bad, practically blood-red, and even his penis seemed to have borne the brunt of Tanja's fury.

Genuinely shocked by this unexpected sight, Lena felt pity for him. She had already seen that Tanja could be very strict with him, but was she also a sadist who indulged her perverse urges on Thomas without restraint? Or was this perhaps another thing he secretly craved? He even loved eating Tanja's shit, so it was entirely possible he enjoyed it when she inflicted pain on him too.

Still, the beautiful runaway now felt the urge to comfort Thomas a little. After he dressed again, she looked at him kindly. "If you'd like, you can kiss my feet while I have breakfast. I've really come to enjoy it."

Delighted by her words, Thomas immediately crawled under the table and kissed her little feet with almost grateful passion. Lena continued enjoying her breakfast while gently stroking his face with her feet. Thankful for this tenderness, he licked the tops of her feet like a dog, which she had placed directly in front of him on the floor.

Touched by this sight, the curious house guest asked him if he was still in a lot of pain. When he simply replied that he was fine, Lena, impressed by his boundless willingness to sacrifice himself, made him an offer.

"If you want, after you've finished all your tasks, you can pamper my feet in the living room. You could caress them uninterrupted until Tanja gets back, exactly how you like it best. I wouldn't give you any rules--just lie on the couch and enjoy your affection. Would you like that?"

With wide eyes, he looked up at her from under the table, completely surprised by her words, folding his hands pleadingly. "Please, gracious Lady Lena, that would be my greatest wish. Please, please. I'd do anything for it, divine Lady Lena."

Grinning, she replied, "You're really adorable when you beg. I have to agree with Tanja on that. Fine. I suggest you get started on your work and finish the tasks Tanja gave you. I'll wait for you in the living room in the meantime."

Lena got up from the table and let the owner of the house clear it and clean the kitchen as a matter of course. Then he immediately set to work at a brisk pace. While Lena idly turned on the TV, she smirked as she watched how quickly Thomas moved to complete his tasks as fast as possible. Two hours later, he was already kneeling in front of the couch, starting with polite greeting kisses before tenderly sucking on Lena's toes.

For the next two hours, Thomas was practically in seventh heaven. He sucked each of her toes individually, then took as much of her foot into his mouth as he could. In a state of ecstasy, he paused only to lick her soles thoroughly and then kiss each toe individually with gratitude.

Lena enjoyed this affection and was astonished at how much she could control him with her feet. Feeling a bit overwhelmed by the almost total power she seemed to have over him, Lena grew uncertain.

How should she act now? Should she see this path through to the end? So far, she had only been playing with him a little. Was she really ready to treat him the way Tanja did? Torn inside, she pulled her feet away and sent him to the hallway. There were still two pairs of boots from yesterday that she and Tanja had worn, waiting to be licked clean. This seemed sensible to Lena, as it might spare him further punishment from Tanja.

As Thomas obediently cleaned the soles of those boots with his tongue, Lena went to the bathroom, as the coffee was starting to have its laxative effect. After relieving herself of a long, firm turd, her thoughts suddenly fixated on one thing. Would Thomas eat her shit too? He had practically worshiped her feet and already seemed to obey her every word, but would he really go that far? Lena stood up and pulled up her pants.

But just before her hand touched the flush button, she stopped. This time, she wanted, no, this time she needed, to know. Since she'd need him to clean the toilet anyway, Lena decided not to flush this time. That way, she could see his reaction when he noticed her feces still in the bowl.

Excitedly, she called for this strange guy. As soon as he crawled over, she presented her request with an almost innocent air. "Thomas, would you please be so kind as to clean the toilet for me again? I hope the smell doesn't bother you, but there's still no toilet brush here."

"It's an honor, Lady Lena. Thank you very much," he replied, just as he had last time, and immediately kissed her feet in gratitude. But as he was about to stick his head into the bowl, he suddenly froze and looked up at her in complete surprise.

Trying to mask her nervousness and uncertainty as best she could, she quipped, "Oops, looks like someone forgot to flush. Would you be so kind as to take care of that for me?" After a brief pause where they just stared at each other wordlessly, Lena pressed further.

"Unless you know someone who might have a use for it?"

Thomas remained frozen, still staring into Lena's wide eyes. He began to sweat and tremble with excitement. When he still didn't respond after a while, Lena started to feel almost insulted. She had expected anything, but no reaction at all was something she hadn't anticipated. Impatiently, she snapped at him.

"Well, if you're not interested, I'll flush it myself. And here I was, just trying to do you a favor."

At that moment, Thomas threw himself to his knees before her, folding his hands as if to worship her.

"Please, Lady Lena, please don't flush. Please, please, don't flush it down."

Expectantly, Lena nodded at him approvingly. He understood immediately and practically lunged at the toilet. Both fascinated and repulsed, Lena watched as he fished both pieces of her turd out of the foul toilet water and greedily swallowed them down.

Surprised, she noticed he even got an erection, a clear bulge forming in his shorts. Lena was stunned. If she wasn't mistaken, he didn't even get hard when he ate Tanja's shit. That would have definitely caught her eye.

As he now stuck his head into the bowl, licking the remnants of her feces off the porcelain and thanking her profusely afterward, Lena finally had her answer. Thomas didn't just desire her shit, he had devoured it.

He had eaten her excrement with incredible relish and then eagerly searched the toilet for any remaining traces of her waste. After cleaning his mouth, he knelt before her again, kissing her feet with overwhelming gratitude.

The young blonde was speechless. Never in her life had she imagined she could make this grown man this happy just by letting him eat her shit. Grinning, she realized that the days of flushing her highly prized excretions down the toilet were apparently over.