Serving The Priestess

This is my first time doing anything like this so comments are appreciated.

------

I had been doing odd jobs around the village for quite a while. The truth is, there just weren't a lot of stable jobs around in general, let alone for someone with my limited skillset. Despite experience in a range of jobs, I had had little opportunity to truly hone any craft or trade, meaning the lack of a privileged background accompanied by an absence of any real ambition or drive had led me to point I found myself. Thankfully, there were many in the village in need of regular help, not least of all the local church. Having previously managed to find some paid work for me a few times, the church was the last place I went if I couldn't find any work elsewhere.

I panted slightly as I made my way up the small hill, which held the tall, decorated church at its peak while thinking about my luck that they often had so much work for me. The building was, other than the castle, by far the most impressive building in the village, and possibly the most influential. I made my way past the stone wall encircling her grounds, and found myself in the main hall. I scanned the room for someone in a position of power who would be willing to give me a task in exchange for coin. I spotted the Head Priestess, Beatrice, talking to one of the worshippers intently. I wondered if I should approach her, her reputation of sternness came to the forefront of my mind but a quick look around told me there was no one else to approach. Besides, she had always been fairly accommodating of me.

Not completely forgetting the Head Priestesses' temperament, I stood to the side of there conversation, close enough that she would know I was waiting for her but not close enough to appear like I was trying to interrupt her conversation. As I waited, I looked at her regal outfit, her black hair rested against the robes that were barely touching the floor hanging off of her body. One piece of soft clothing covered her torso and her legs, before giving way to a pair of long, leather boots that reached above her knees. White was the theme for today, as it was everyday, with gold and purple accessories adorning and enhancing her beauty. As did the clothes under the robes, fitting closer than one would expect of a Head Priestess, but then again, I had only ever seen one. I ripped myself out of this way of thinking.

"This woman is old enough to be my mother" I thought to myself. It was at that moment the boots I was staring at, deep in thought, started to rotate towards me. Quickly, I raised my head to meet Beatrice's brown eyes, which by this time were already trained onto me, her face forming the slightest of smirks as she looked down into my eyes.

"What can I do for you boy?" The Head Priestess' smooth voice echoed gently against the towering walls of the church, her noble face now sporting a sweet smile.

I bowed slightly in respect, before asking, "Sorry to disturb you Mother, but I was wondering if there was any work for me to complete here."

Her expression turned to a frown as she considered my request, "I'm sorry dear, I can't think of anything, perhaps you can ask the butcher."

Suppressing a disappointed sigh, and knowing I had already asked the butcher, I prepared to thank her and leave the church. But before I could do anything, she started again.

"Oh dear me, I almost forgot. I do have a job for you, but it would be quite intense and you would need to leave town for a day or two, is that okay?" Noticing my hesitation, the Head Priestess added "it shouldn't be dangerous, and of course you will be compensated for your service."

Choosing to ignore her choice of words, I accepted her offer and expressed my gratitude at which point she beckoned me to follow her. I stuck to her closely as she entered some of the private rooms in the church, trying desperately to not stare at her swaying rear as we went. Before long, she opened a door and stopped, looking at me to let me in. Muttering my thanks, I entered the room and heard the door close behind me.

The room was some sort of bedroom, furnished with bare wooden items, it didn't exactly looked lived in. Sitting on the single bed was a young woman, her straight blonde hair hugging the white clothes she wore not too dissimilar to the Head Priestess. Unlike the priestess, she wore nothing on her head, but like the priestess, her clothes hugged her body under her robes. The fabric of which rustled as she quickly stood up and straightened her clothes.

"Mother, I wasn't expecting you" She starts.

"I know dear, but I may have found someone to accompany you on your journey." Having ignored me since we entered the room, the Beatrice turned to me, "This is Angela, she is completing her training under my supervision. She has a task to carry out, and I think you would be suitable in helping her, don't you agree?" She finished, the last phrase addressed not to me but to Angela, who nodded with a smile.

"Nice to meet you Angela" I said.

"Miss Angela, Nice to meet you Miss Angela," the Head Priestess corrected me, reminding me of her stern nature.

"S-sorry. Nice to meet you Miss Angela" I bowed slightly to the Priestess in training.

"Good, I'll leave you two to it then." The Head Priestess left the room, leaving me with Angela, who returned my greeting after the interruption. She gestured towards a rickety wooden chair sitting in the corner with a smile, which I quickly sat on. The small awkward silence was broken by Angela.

"So, Mother chose you to accompany me. Did she tell you what we're doing?" Angela asked.

"Actually no, She just said we would be leaving the village" I responded

"That's right. As part of my training I have to gather some rare fruit from deep in the forest, but I'm allowed to take someone with me," Angela explained "And that person is you. So don't let me down" Angela says with mock seriousness, her blue eyes making contact with mine as she talked.

"So you need me for like protection" I asked, curious.

"Wellll not exactly. The trip shouldn't be dangerous, plus I can handle myself. I just need someone to help carry my things and stuff, sooo, I guess like an errand boy." Angela giggled at my expression after hearing her explanation, "Aww, don't look like that, your role is still important."

I sighed but held my tongue, it's true that with her training, Angela could probably handle herself more adeptly than I could, but I was tired of being underestimated. "So when do we leave, and for how long, Mother mentioned it might be a while," I asked.

"We leave tomorrow, but we shouldn't be gone for more than two days, so don't pack too many things, I still need you to carry my equipment too," Angela warned in a sweet voice.

"Yes Miss Angela," I responded, "Is that all for today?"

"It is, report at the church entrance at seven o'clock, and be on time" Angela explained, "Oh, and just call me miss from now on, none of this 'Miss Angela' nonsense."

"Yes miss" I bowed slightly and left the room. Remembering the way, I returned to the grand hall of the church. Not seeing the Head Priestess, I decided to return home on the assumption that my compensation for two full days of work should be enough for me to get by this week, or even longer.

I made my way back down the hill into the heart of the village and headed straight for my accommodation: a room underneath the blacksmith's forge. I greeted Sam, the local blacksmith and made my way into my room. Deciding to start early, I chose what I needed for the trip. Heeding Angela's advice, I only packed one spare set of clothing, and figured the essentials would probably covered by Angela herself. I wasted the rest of the day away, but at least made sure to sleep early so I would be up in time.

The next day I awoke at sunrise. Knowing I had a little time before needing to leave, I ate breakfast and freshened up before heading out the door. I retraced my steps from the previous day, and arrived at the church to see Angela and the Head Priestess conversing. Nervousness crept up as I wondered if I had misjudged something and was late, but this was soon relieved.

"Greetings, you're early. Good." The Head Priestess spoke to me as I bowed to both of them.

"Mother, Miss. I hope you were not waiting for me for too long," I responded.

"Nonsense, it's good you're hear now. We can get started." Angela looked excited and behind her lay an assortment of bags for our travels. She was wearing clothing more fit for the journey, yet still sported her long white boots. Angela picked up one of smaller the bags and turned to me, "I take it you can handle the rest," she stated with a smile to which I nodded.

I struggled with a bit of difficulty to carry all the equipment, but I managed it, to the condescending claps of Angela and the smirk of the Head Priestess.

"I trust you two can take it from here. Goodbye. Oh, and make sure to do everything she says young man, understood," the Head Priestess said looking at me.

"Yes Mother" I responded dutifully, after which she bade goodbye to Angela and entered the church.

"So, let's get going then huh," Angela said as she walked off onto the path into the forest. I struggled to keep up with her as she walked effortlessly along the path. By the time we reached the entrance to the forest, my legs were aching. Not wanting to disturb Angela's plans, I powered through the day, following Angela as she took the path she desired. As the sun was setting, my legs were screaming, and I couldn't take it anymore. Before I could tell Angela I needed a break, I stumbled over a twig and fell face first into the ground. Thankfully my fall had been broken by some leaves on the ground, but my cargo had not been so lucky. I looked up to see two white leather boots placed next to my face.

"Oh dear sweetie, are you okay?" I heard a sweet voice from above

I groaned as I got up, my face red hot from embarrassment or the impact I could not tell. "I'm okay miss. I'm sorry," I said, gesturing to her multiple bags strewn across the floor.

"It's okay dear, why don't we set up camp here then if you're too tired to go on" Angela suggested, masking any slight irritation that she felt perfectly.

"Thank you miss," I said. Angela watched me gather the fallen bags and instructed me on setting up camp. She mainly stood there while I set up the tent, my sleeping bag, and a fire, barking instructions at me and giving me advice.

"You did a god job," She said, sitting next to the fireplace. As the the darkness settled in, she decided to get a good nights sleep. I said goodnight to her and watched as she removed her boots and placed them on the side of the tent before entering. Soon after I too thought it time to head to bed, and laid on my side in my sleeping bag. Angela's tent took up most of my view, as did her leather boots, crumpled onto the floor, folded under their own weight. I struggled to sleep, tossing and turning in my hard sleeping. For some reason I couldn't get the thought of her boots out of my mind. How they looked when they stood in front of me when I fell, how they looked as she walked in front of me, how they looked when she took them off, and how it looked sitting there, next to the tent, inviting me.

After some deliberation, I realised I would never get to sleep with my mind occupied like this. I slowly got up, the dying embers of the fire lit my way as I tip toed towards her tent. I kept my ears keen for any movement as I got closer to her boots. Slowly kneeling on the ground, I took the left boot into my hands. For a while, I just felt the boot, stroking the smooth leather. The slightest scent from inside the boot hit my nostril, opening me up to a whole new world. Realising the smell of a hard day's hike would be trapped inside the boots, I quickly found the entrance to the boot. The pungent smell from the boots wafted up to my nose and I couldn't take it anymore. I buried my nose into the entrance to the boots and sniffed deeply, taking in the smell as my head went light. My cock strained in my pants as I kept sniffing, lost in Angela' scent.

I heard stirring from within the tent. Taking myself out of the headspace I was in, I quickly put the boot back down and sneaked as fast as I dared towards my sleeping bag. Lying in the bag, turned away from the tent, I heard the entrance of the tent open. Terrified, I waited, lying still and trying to act as if I was asleep. The silence seemed to stretch for eternity, but after a while, I heard the tent close again. Sighing the quietest sigh of relief, I continued to feign my sleep, just in case. Before long I really was asleep, Angela's boots filling my dreams.

"Uggh." I felt a prod against my torso, and turned over to go back to sleep. The prod got significantly harder, taking me out of my sleepy state. I stirred and realised where I was. I looked up and saw Angela looking down at me, one hand on her hip and the other suppressing a giggle.

"Awake are we?" She said with a smirk.

"Sorry miss," I said with a yawn as I made to get up. As I arose, I noticed her boots again. The boots that had so much power over me last night, the same boots which I realised had been prodding me to wake me up. My face was red by the time I had stood up. "Good morning miss, I hope you had a good sleep."

"Thank you, I did. And you?" She asked. Before I could answer she had already turned back and sat next to the fire place. I joined her and we ate breakfast, but Angela was keen to get going, and instructed me to set down the camp in preparation for today's travels. After not long, the bags were packed, and we were on our way.

Angela took us further into the woods as I followed her. Today, for some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off her boots as she walked. Several times I had to concentrate, to make sure an obvious erection didn't form and embarrass me. After a few hours, we came to an area with a distinctly different type of tree. Angela seemed to be pleased at this and informed me that these were the fruits she was looking for, filberries. I looked up at the large yellow fruits dangling from the branches of the trees.

"They're quite high miss," I commented as I looked from the berries to Angela, who had also took to staring at them.

"Hmmm, they are, aren't they" She agreed. She looked around for a way to reach the fruit, which were just out of hand's reach. She looked at me curiously for a while, causing me to blush. "I have an idea."

"Yes miss?"

"I'm going to have to use your back as a foot stool, Can you get on your hands and knees under one of the trees"

I blushed and stammered. "W-what?"

"You heard me. I need you to get on your hands and knees, you remember what the Head Priestess said right?"

Remembering the Head Priestesses' instructions to obey Angela, I sighed. After removing all the bags, I found a branch and proceeded to get on my hands and knees. "Like this miss?" I asked. Being unable to lift my head to her face, it felt almost like I was asking her boots the question.

"Wonderful. You're such a good boy" Angela smiled as she picked up the basket and sauntered towards me. Angela put her left boot onto my back, "You ready?" After hearing my affirmative response, she pushed her left boot into my back as she raised herself in one smooth movement. Balancing on my back, Angela again checked in with me, my strained response putting her at ease. On my hands and knees, I felt her weight on my legs and particularly my arms, which shook ever so slightly as I focused to keep myself from collapsing. Meanwhile, Angela had turned her focus towards collecting the fruit above us both.

So focused I was on keeping myself stable for Angela, I barely realised when she was trying to get my attention, to which her method turned to tapping my head with the bottom of her boot.

"Be a dear will you and crawl over to the next branch will you." I heard her voice above me once she had gotten my attention.

Confused at her request but not wanting to upset her, I struggled as I crawled a few feet over to the next branch. Angela's thanks gave me some psychological relief, but my arms still begged for relief under her weight, not to mention the pressure from the heels of her boots were starting to cause some real pain.

Thankfully, only one more batch was needed before I was relieved of my duties. I got up from my hands and my knees, wiping my hands on my pants and looking up at a beaming Angela.

"We did it. I got all the filberries I needed," Angela said with pride, them embraced me into a hug.

I blushed as she embraced me. I could smell the faint smell of sweat from the journey here, and felt my cock hardening. My face was beet red by the time we finished out hug, and I awkwardly thanked Angela. I asked her if it was time to go home now and she explained that we were too far to get to the village today but she knew of an inn just outside the forest that we could spend the night in.

After a few more hours of trekking, we reached the edge of the forest, and visible immediately was the inn Angela was talking about. As we approached, I took in the exterior. It was a quaint inn, quite cute, but not at all big, which made sense since we were out of the way here. We entered and Angela did all of the talking. She booked us a room and we decided to go up there right away.

Entering the room, I immediately unloaded the gear, sighing at the relief this afforded me. Angela smiled at my obvious exhaustion and sat on the bed.

"You look tired dear," She commented, smiling at me from the couch. "Come, sit," she patted the bed next to her. She continued after I sat next to her, "At the risk of sounding insensitive, my feet are also killing me. These boots are not easy to walk in." She stretched her legs, and glanced at me as I looked over to her boots.

"Would you be a dear and take them off for me?" She asked me, looking intently at me the whole time.

"S-sure miss." I responded, stuttering. Not seeing another way, I got to my knees in front of Angela, who extended her left boot towards me. Not being lost on the fact that this was the boot I was sniffing last night, I struggled to take the boots off. One hand on the heel and another at the calf area, slowly the boots slid off her stockinged feet.

"Thank you dear" Angela smiled as she extended the other boot. I repeated the process with the right boot, and placed them next to each other beside me. My heart beet raced as I saw her stocking covered feet sitting in front of me, I could already smell a slight scent from them. I'm not sure what it was, if was the adrenaline, or the smell messing with my head, but I blurted out:

"Do you want a foot massage?"

Angela hesitated for the slightest moment before smiling widely, "Awww, that's so cute. Of course, I would love a foot massage. You don't mind do you?"

"Not at all miss," I responded with relief. I took her now extended foot into my hands and brought it close to my chest. I proceeded to knead her soles and toes with my thumbs as I enthusiastically massaged her foot. The proximity of her foot to my face allowed me to further take in her sweaty smell, and I shuffled myself on the ground to attempt to hide a forming erection.

"I hope it doesn't smell too bad. It get's awfully sweaty in those boots" Angela commented, looking down at me.

"I don't mind miss," I responded, briefly looking up at her before continuing. She cocked one eyebrow but didn't comment further. Surely she had picked up that I didn't deny the smell and had only said that I didn't mind it. After a couple minutes of silence in which I massaged her foot and Angela lay back on the bed, she spoke up again.

"Are you sure? I can smell them from here," She commented again.

"It's okay miss, really," I assured her, but that didn't stop her from looking curiously at me. Suddenly, she picked up one of her boots and brought the entrance to her face. I heard the audible sniff, and the subsequent coughs.