10^th Day “Proper Training”

I was just in time outside Madame’s room with her breakfast dish, clean and shaven, when she rang the bell. Wishing that I hadn’t forgotten anything, I knocked at the door and entered her room.

- Good morning Madame, I quietly said and placed the dish on her bed, assuming my kneeling position. She totally ignored me; she was talking on the phone with someone.

- All right Kate, let’s give it a try…

- Today? No need to be so impatient, I think …

- OK, after all you’re paying…

- what’s her name again ? …

- Ten o’clock? Right, I’ll be here to meet her. Don’t forget lunch at “Granny’s”. See you there …

Somehow I had a feeling that I was to be involved in this phone. But I didn’t know how. I stood there quiet kneeling by the bed, waiting orders. Madame finished her breakfast without talking. Strange, I thought. She seemed in a good mood. Is there a storm coming? Finally she noticed my presence.

- Kate took it really seriously with your training. She’s investing on you, slave. She’s sending an instructor to train you properly. She’ll be here in an hour, she added, carefully watching my reactions.

I tried not to show anything, although I was taken by surprise. An instructor? What kind of instructor? The game is turning serious now. ‘Come on’ I said to myself. It got serious the very moment you met this woman. How more serious can it be? Properly trained? What do they mean by that? Something was going wrong here and I was about to be an important part of it.

- I’m only here to obey, Madame! I carefully whispered.

- Indeed you are, she remarked meaningfully. Let’s get going, not much time left.

As usual, I was in place to receive Madame’s feet on my hands when she sat up. I gave her the usual morning worship, softly kissing her toes, while she spread them to ease the night dumbness.

-No need to help me dress. Go down and make sure everything is in order, before she comes, she ordered pushing me away with her feet.

- Your wish is my command Madame!

I put her slippers on, took the dish and rushed downstairs. I made some more coffee and prepared some orange juice, just in case. I cleaned the morning mess. I was still wearing a kitchen apron when the door bell rang. I took it off an rushed to the door. Madame was already sitting in the living room, on her favorite sofa.

I opened the door. A young woman was standing in front of me in her late twenties, carrying a small suitcase. She looked at me, almost piercing me with her stare. I felt like she was examining me with a natural X-ray system.

-Good morning … I stumbled.

- Is Miss Smith in? she asked in a perfectly cold voice.

- Is she expecting you? I managed to ask.

- I do hope so! She added impatiently.

- Do come in Miss …

She almost pushed me away, entering the house. I helped her with her coat, revealing a well proportioned body dressed in a black leather mini skirt.

- Good morning Miss Smith. I’m Jennifer, Jennifer Stanton. Your sister said you’d be waiting.

- Ah, yes, good morning Jennifer. Please sit down. Would you care for some coffee?

- No thank you. I just had some at home. Is he … she turned her head staring at me.

- Yes he is, Madame said. I almost felt a sense of pride in her voice.

- Can we talk in private? She asked

- Of course! Chris, go upstairs and make my bedroom. Take your time. I call you when I need you.

- Certainly Madame! I quietly disappeared and went upstairs to make her room.

I was really worried now. What was going on? What was going to happen to me? Why all this mysticism? I felt that the ground was slowly giving up on me. I had this feeling before, but I was so confused, I couldn’t remember. Maybe I was just beginning to realize the implications of my decision to become Madame’s devoted slave. And it hurt. I felt so insecure! What was to become of me? Yes I was frightened. Somehow I was receiving the side effects of my life’s decision. I was scared…

I couldn’t tell how much time passed before I heard Madame calling. Trying to put myself together, I rushed downstairs and stood by her, keeping my head down.

- Yes Madame? I whispered.

- Jennifer here will be your instructor for a few days. She’s a professional trainer, as she explained. She’ll be coming for a couple of hours every morning to help you become better. No need to say that you are to OBEY EVERYTHING SHE ORDERS. She stressed her last words really carefully.

- Certainly Madame! I managed to say. Miss Jennifer didn’t say a word, but I could feel she was examining me closely, with her X-ray look. I could sense her cold stare all over me.

- OK then. I’m off. I’ll be back in the afternoon. Don’t disappoint me! She said and stood up.

I knelt down at her feet and repeatedly kissed the tips of her shoes.

- Your Wish is my command!

- Nice shoes. Jennifer remarked. May I see them?

- Certainly dear, Madame said and went closer.

Miss Jennifer looked at Madame’s shoes. She then took out a paper tissue out her bag and handed it over to me.

- Clean the tips! She said.

Using the tissue I carefully cleaned Madame’s shoes, while she waited standing. I was really confused now. Madame’s shoes were clean. I always made sure of that. What was going on?

- No kiss for now! Miss Jennifer told me when I finished.

- See you tomorrow Jennifer, Madame said, a bit puzzled herself.

- See you Sam, Jennifer added.

- You can reach me on my cellular, if needed. Bye!

Soon Madame was gone and I was left there, still kneeling on the floor, holding the paper tissue. I heard something opening, but wouldn’t dare to look up. Then a pair of black leather boots came close to my face. She pulled my face up using a stick. I could see her face looking down at me, showing no emotion whatsoever. I just realized that she was holding a small riding crop.

- Look now, she finally spoke in a perfectly balanced voice.

I don’t care what you think of your owner, or even what you think of me. I have nothing against you. My job is to teach you to become better for your owner’s sake.

It was funny the way she spoke of me as being someone’s property. It took me by surprise. But after all isn’t that’s all about? Yes. But still, coming from a stranger, it really hurt my pride, or at least what’s left of it. She carefully addressed Madame as my owner. Maybe she was really a professional in her own way.

- Whatever you say, Miss Jennifer! I managed to say.

- Your job here, she started, is to keep your owner satisfied, in any way she likes. And my job is to make sure that you know how to do it! You’ll learn to do things my way, just because I say so. Don’t bother asking why, probably you wouldn’t understand, and even if you did, it wouldn’t help you anyway. With my guidance you’ll become a useful asset to your owner.

She started pacing back and forth, the crop still in her hands.

- Contact! She finally said. We’ll begin with contact. When you contact your owner, when you touch her, every detail counts. You are not to disturb her, not to annoy her in any way. You are to serve her. Best slave is the one that goes on unnoticed by his owner. Satisfying her needs, without disturbing her with his presence. Discreet Contact!

Funny I thought, first time she used the word ‘slave’. Next thing, she’ll ask me to call her Madame. Maybe she’s predictable after all.

- Let’s start with basic rules for now. You may call me ‘Madame’

(Bingo!) I got her here! Maybe I should explain that the only person I call ‘Madame’ is my Mistress.

- But I’m …

Down goes the first strike on my face with the crop. It really burnt!

- Yes Madame!

- Good. Now it’s time to learn some basic vocabulary. ‘Submit’ a word that doesn’t really need to be spoken. You have to understand your owner’s needs, to be ready to fulfill her request. You often submit to your owner. More often, if she says the word, it only means that you’re late. You have to figure out by yourself when to submit. Sometimes it’s just a nod of her head or even a certain movement or gesture. Safe rule: if in doubt, submit. The punishment, if any, will be lighter if you do while you shouldn’t than if you didn’t while you should.

Every owner has her own ways to enjoy her slave’s submission. In your case, your owner likes you to submit by kissing her feet, naked or not. Straight and simple.

She sat on the sofa, at Madame’s favorite seat, crossing her legs, left foot over the right.

- Submit!

Not wasting any time, I rushed in front of her, knelt and kissed the tip of her right leather boot. I still remembered the rehearsals with Madame, some days ago. She pushed me away with her left foot and srtuck me with the crop again.

- You made the same mistake twice, she coldly said. Your lips stained my boot. You never wet-kiss a shoe, because you stain it. I didn’t ask you to wash it, just kiss it. You see the difference? Use a dry kiss!

She handed me a tissue

- Clean it!

I took the tissue and carefully wiped the tip of her boot clean.

- I’m sorry Madame! It won’t happen again.

- Submit!

I carefully bowed down and pulling my lips inwards I kissed the tip of her right boot once. God! Please make this a dry kiss!

She examined her boot.

- Submit!

I repeated the process and kissed her boot.

- Simple isn’t it? We’ll keep all things simple. Remember that! She added meaningfully.

- What are you?

- I’m a slave Madame!

She struck be on my back.

- A slave is nothing without an owner! What are you? She asked again.

- I’m Your slave Madame! I said, understanding now the use of the word ‘owner’.

- Good!

She patted me with the crop.

- We’ll come back to means of contact later. Now let’s talk about ‘Level’.

If your owner has to raise her eyes to see your face, it only means you are at the wrong level. If you are within her vicinity and has visual contact with you, your face must be at a lower level than her eyes. The rule is simple: she either lowers her sight to look at you or doesn’t see you at all.

She switched the TV on.

- Bring me an orange juice.

- Yes Madame!

Very carefully I stepped back not raising my body from the kneeling position. When I was certain I was out of her site, I stood up and rushed to the kitchen to prepare her orange juice.

I soon came back with her orange juice on a small tray. When I was almost beside her I bowed down, almost kneeling and offered her the glass, keeping my face as down as possible.

- Your orange juice Madame!

Leaving the small tray on the table, I bowed to the floor and placed a dry kiss on her boot. I stayed there waiting, my face just a few inches from her feet.

- What was that noise?

- May I ask what noise Madame?

- I heard something while you were at the kitchen.

- I’m sorry Madame, trying to be as quick as possible, I almost dropped a glass in the sink. I can assure you it didn’t break.

She struck me with the crop again.

- Never make any noise that obstructs your owner’s attention. Try to remember that.

She drank the juice and put the glass on the tray.

- Take it back.

- Yes Madame!

Again, being careful not to stand up in front of her, I took the tray back to the kitchen. I came and assumed my kneeling position in front of her feet.

- Always keep an eye on your owner. If she’s standing, you might be able to stand as well. But if she’s seated, then be careful. Go low, or go away. Get it?

- Yes Madame! Thank you ever so much for your consideration.

- Let’s go on with contact. You’ll learn some basic skills that are essential to your place here. The same rules apply on other cases, as you’ll find out. Now remove my boot! She said extending her left foot, touching my face with the sole of her boot.

I was really in trouble I thought, remembering what happened at the previous ‘contact’ session. Madame was so understanding when I removed her shoes. But Miss Jennifer wouldn’t be, somehow I figured. And her boot had no zip on the side. And it looked quite tight on the calves. I finally said:

- Please excuse my ignorance Madame. I’m afraid I do not know how to take off your boot! Please tell me how to do it properly!

-That’s what I’m here for. To train you properly. Just do as I say. Put your right hand behind my calf, a bit lower… good. Now put your left hand on the heel … grab it steadily … good. Now start pulling with your left hand while you press my foot lightly so that the upper part makes as much as a straight line with my calf. Pull gently, turning my foot inwards a bit, slightly shaking left to right. Support the leg with your right hand on my calf. Gently, ever so gently… careful with the stocking …

I was trying really hard to be as gentle as possible. It took me more than three minutes, but she was right. The boot finally came off, revealing a beautiful stockined foot. I could see her beautiful toes painted red. She swapped legs.

- Remember, your intentions must always have the same aim. Not to cause any discomfort to your owner. Now the other one, she said.

Very carefully I repeated the process, until the other boot came off. I put her boots aside and waited, still kneeling by her feet. A familiar scent filled my nostrils. She crossed her legs again.

- Submit!

I obediently bowed down and dry kissed her stockined toes. She struck me again with the crop.

- You don’t breath out when you submit to a naked warm foot. The air annoys the owner. Keep your breath when you’re inches away. Submit!

I did as I was told, this time keeping my breath while kissing her beautiful toes.

She swapped legs.

- Submit!

I repeated the process, dry kissing her other foot.

- Good. Boots are quite tricky to take them off. If you’re good with boots, then you can handle almost any kind of shoes. Be careful with your contact though. Never touch higher than needed. You insult your owner. Let’s try something easier.

She took a pair of red high-heel pumps out of her suitcase and handed them over to me, extending her right foot, her toes now touching my nose.

- Put them on! She ordered

- May I ask you to instruct me Madame, to do it properly?

- OK. Hold my foot by the heel, not my calf this time … OK … Make sure that the toe cups of my stocking are neat … don’t pull the stocking further up, it’ll show above the ankle when you finish, spread the fabric evenly over the sole … right … now take the shoe in your other hand … wrong shoe, the other one, hold it underneath the sole … stretch my foot lightly to get a straight lead … toes first … OK … now pivot upwards to put my heel in, withdrawing your supporting hand … examine stocking … OK. You got the idea. But next time be more gentle. Don’t just hold my heel. You must use your hand to hug it. A naked foot needs hugging needs care, needs affection, get it?

- Yes Madame! I said, still upset by the effort.

- Now the other foot! She said extending her left foot to my face.

Carefully remembering her instructions, I managed to put her shoe on without any more surprises. When I finished, I properly kissed her shoes, being very careful not to leave any spots from my lips.

She examined her shoes carefully. This time she didn’t have to use the crop. She extended her right foot, the sole of her pump rubbing my nose.

- OK. Now take them off. Hug my ankles this time. No need to hold my calves.

- Of course Madame! I would never do anything to insult you!

- It’s simple really, just reverse the process …hug … hold by the sole, pivot downwards …hug my heel … away it goes!

- Thank you very much Madame! I said when I got her shoe off, dry kissing her toes.

- Now the other one.

I did as I was told. I put her pumps aside and submitted again.

- OK. Now something more difficult. Boots again. I’ll guide you.

She extender her right foot. This time I picked the right shoe

- Hold it by the top seem … use both hands to leave the hole wide open … keep it there …

She started pushing her foot in

- Watch the direction of movement, keep up with it … hold tight … don’t loose your grip … use your chest now to support the sole … push the seam up … fix the wrinkles …OK. The other one now.

I did as I was told. Moments later she was wearing both her boots, enjoying my proper submission. She examined her boots for spots and stood up.

She started pacing back and forth again, me still kneeling on the floor.

- Good. Now for the real contact. This is the most important thing. When you actually touch your owner’s skin you have to be really careful. Your touch must be pleasant or just unnoticed at all. It must be light as air, soft as a feather, still steady as a rock!

Finally she sat on the sofa again.

- Bring me a glass of water!

- Yes Madame!

I carefully stepped backwards, not raising my body until I was out of her sight and rushed to the kitchen. This time I was really careful not to make any noise. ‘She is really a professional’ I thought. She makes me do things over and over again, examines my progress, always watching my actions. No emotions whatsoever. A tough case. I begun feeling uneasy about my situation. I felt I was in deep water with my swimming talents gone. I was just beginning to realize the implications of my new life style. And I was beginning not to like it. But I was bound to go on. By whom? I asked. By me? By my own decision? By Madame’s decision? By the circumstances?

Life plays strange games with people sometimes. And I was part of such a strange game. A game normally ends with a winner and a looser. Or you simply exit the game. In my case though, the game would never end. And there was certainly no exit! Not at the point where I was!

I soon came back to the living room, remembering the ‘Level’ rule. I offered her the water and placed the tray on the small table, assuming my kneeling position by her feet.

She drank some water and put the glass on the tray.

- Take it back!

I did as I was told, always keeping in mind the ‘Level’ rule.

I was now back, kneeling by her feet, submitting to her feet.

- Take my boots off!

This time I managed to take her boots off without any problems. Maybe I was a bit slow, but she didn’t comment on that. Finally I kissed her stockined toes to show her my submission.

- Do you now what stockings are made from?

- Eh … I’m afraid not Madame!

- The most expensive ones are made out of silk. Silk stockings …she added absentmindedly.

- But most of them are made from synthetic fabric. Nevertheless, they all have one thing in common. They’re very-very sensitive. Get it?

- Yes Madame!

She started rolling her stockings down, until they were knee high.

- Only slaves who went through the total absolute training will ever be allowed to touch their owner at intimate parts of their body. And you’re certainly not one of them … yet.

Stockings make women’s feet look beautiful. Most important though, they ‘hug’ their legs and feet. So when you remove them, you have to be very careful. Very gentle. And always remember the ‘hug’. Let’s go on. Remove my stocking! She said extending her right foot towards my face.

- Could you please guide me Madame? I asked

- OK. First pull the stocking downwards … gently … keeping it together … stop at the heel. Female heels are very sensitive. Pull it gently over the heel … don’t let it loose … hug my heel with your hand. Use your other hand now … gently … pull slightly upwards to get over the toes … that’s it! Fold it lightly an leave it on the side.

Now her right foot was right in front of my face in all its splendor. Her nails were perfectly shaped and painted. And I thought I was a good pedicurist! Still a lot to learn, I thought. Keeping my breath, I gently placed a dry kiss on her naked toes. The familiar scent had the same narcotic effect on me as always.

She swapped legs.

I carefully removed the other stocking as well, dry kissing her naked toes. She lifted both her feet for a moment. Just for a tiny second. She then struck me hard with the crop on my back.

- I make the rules now. This doesn’t mean that rules set by your owner may be forgotten!

I suddenly realized what she meant. By aching back helped me a lot on this. Madame’s favorite submission to her naked feet! How on earth did she now that? Did she manage to get all the details in their morning private chat? I’ll never now.

She lifted her feet again and I placed my hands below, facing up. She rest her feet on my palms and I properly submitted, kissing her naked toes. This time I raised my thumbs and fingers to properly hug her feet. I stayed there for some time, kissing her toes, being careful to synchronize my breath with the kissing. It was like a small break to me, after all this stress.

She finally handed me a pair of high heel open toe slippers, which I carefully placed on her beautiful feet, remembering to dry kiss the tips at the end..

- When you finish your training and if you are successful, then your owner would hardly need to give you any orders. You should be able to realize all of her needs and respond accordingly. You must remember that you waste her valuable time, if she has to talk to you. Even if she had to speak to you she would only need to use one-word phrases. Or just nod. Be very watchful to learn this way of communication with your owner.

- Now let’s talk about feet. What are they used for?

- Supporting the body, Madame! I dared to answer.

- Yes. They do quite a hard job. So they need proper attention. Most women like to have their feet pampered. They find it relaxing. Having their feet pampered eases the tension of the day, among other things. And that’s where you fit in. A way of ‘Contact’ again, get it?

- Yes Madame! I eagerly replied.

- They must be clean, beautiful, warm, relaxed and playful to keep them happy. Your objectives here!

There are two ways to keep them clean. ‘Normal wash’ and ‘Proper wash’. Let’s start with the normal wash ritual, on one foot. Bring a wash basin, with lukewarm water and some bathing salts. Bring a towel as well. Be quick!

- Yes Madame!

I rushed upstairs and soon I was back, holding the wash basin, a fluffy towel over my shoulder. I had tried the water temperature. Just hoped it would be to her liking.

It was now quite difficult to keep the ‘Level rule’ but somehow I managed. I placed the wash basin in front of her feet, the towel on the sofa next to her and assumed my kneeling position.

She raised her right foot and I carefully removed her slipper, kissing her naked toes. She lowered her foot and touched the water with her toes. She then immersed it in. Thank God, I thought. The temperature was right.

- Could you please guide me, Madame? I asked.

- OK. You start with the sole. It gathers most of the day’s tension. Lift my foot by the heel … gently … hug it …careful not to take it out of water. Hold it steady …loosen up your grip … remember, you hug. Now put your other hand underneath and rub the sole. Start from the heel. Use slow gentle strokes … steady … gently … move towards the toes. Use your thumb to rub the upper part … gently … put it down.

Now put you hand under my sole close to the toes … gently. Start with the big toe …use index and thumb only … slow circular movements … steady … pull it softly …don’t rub the polish … careful with your nails, don’t let your nails touch my foot. Run your thumb between the big toe and the next one … up .. down … next toe … same sequence …again …

Now lift my foot to release your hand, let it down … gently. Use both hands to wash the upper part … work from toes to ankles … smooth circular movements … slowly

Now use both your hands to work on the ankles. Start an inch higher, going down … hug … gently … slowly … OK.

Now take the towel. Place it on your lap … don’t wrinkle it … use your hand to lift my foot … gently … on the towel … wrap the towel around my foot … rub softly … squeeze gently … work on the toes … careful … take them apart, one at a time … gently … push the towel between the toes … again … unwrap the towel … OK

Now her washed foot rest on my lap on the towel. I bowed down and dry kissed her beautiful toes repeatedly, controlling my breath. My lips felt so nice in touch with he moist soft skin. Maybe I was beginning to understand the meaning of “Contact”. Perhaps not. Who cares, now! I said to myself. I think I did well and that’s all that counts.

- Thank you very much Madame for your valuable guidance!

- What ever you do to please your owner, think of it as a ritual. And a ritual always has certain acts. To be faithfully followed, … at least by you, she meaningfully added.

Slippers! She finally ordered.

I lifted her foot from the towel, ‘hugging’ it by the heel and put her slipper on her washed foot. I only applied what she taught me about pumps. I was getting good at it! Or at least I thought!

- Take everything back! She ordered, crossing her legs.

Watching my level position, I took the towel and wash basin and went upstairs to put hem in place. I gave the wash basin a quick rinse, put the towel in the washer and rushed downstairs. Again I had to lower myself down when I was close to her sight, finally kneeling by her feet.

Her left foot was now crossed over the right one. She was playing with her slipper, dangling it back and forth, casually staring at her toes.

- There are two places to be when you wait for orders. Either standing somewhere behind your owner, out of her sight or kneeling by her feet. In first case, things are quite easy. But in second case, always watch your level position. Never let your head be above your owner’s sight. These are the standard procedures. Get it?

- Yes Madame! I eagerly answered.

- Now let’s talk about the “proper wash” ritual. This is where you show your owner your devotion, submission and skills. You must always be clean and healthy to offer this service. And perfect in every move you make. “Proper wash” is equivalent to “Normal wash” but it much more enjoyable by the receiver, your owner of course. In “proper wash”, you use your mouth as a wash basin for your owner’s feet. Your lips and tongue become the “hands” in the ritual. You offer your owner another way of service.

She crossed her left foot over the right one, her slipper playfully dangling. I was sure I understood what she meant by ‘proper wash’. Even more, I felt confident I was ‘skilled’ according to her standards. Just a though (?)

She went on

- Remove my slipper!

I did as I was told, carefully kissing her toes. The familiar scent was back on the air around my face.

- There are basically two ways of doing it. Depends on the pose, the posture of the receiver. There’s just a little difference between. If your owner crosses her legs, like me now, you carry on with the ritual, but you do not use your hands. Her foot is supported by its self, so no further contact by your hands is needed. If on the other hand she extends her foot towards you, it’s only logical that you need your hands to support it. In this case you use both your hands, to offer as much comfort as you can. Get it?

- Yes Madame! I answered. But please guide me!

She extended her left foot, touching my lips with her sole. Overcoming my initial surprise, I placed one hand just above her ankles, while placing the other below her heel, offering my hands as a comfortable footstool.

- Careful! Don’t squeeze too much. Hug it. Use both hands, balancing the pressure … keep it there …watch your breath … use your nose to exhale if you need to, but do it very-very softly. Keep steady …

she left me there, supporting her naked foot for some minutes, her velvet sole still touching my lips, as if enjoying a long lasting kiss. I was feeling awkward since I couldn’t breath regularly, in case I blew air on her foot. Instead I had to breath slowly, taking very short breaths, keeping the air flow as weak as possible.

- Open your mouth! She ordered.

I did as I was told and she put her big toe in my mouth. I was part of this ritual, always playing the same role quite often, lately. But it was at this moment that a strange meaning came to my mind, wrapping up together all the introductory talk about ‘proper wash’. The significance of this move, her big toe in my mouth, was, I then realized, the invasion of my personality. Just like when someone uses a key to enter her property. Her toe was the key to enter her property, me, opening me wide apart, ensuring the conquest over me, confirming her victory over my personality. Or maybe it was a sign of sexual victory, where the stronger party enters the weaker one. Was I getting crazy?

Not wasting any more time, I wrapped my lips around her toe, pulling them inwards over my teeth, to avoid any accidental contact of my teeth on her skin and started sucking. The familiar salty taste. I knew I was good at it. I was really keen to show it. At this moment, I received another blow with the crop on my back. It really burnt. I let her toe slide out of my mouth and waited in astonishment. What did I do wrong?

- You idiot, you suck like a vacuum cleaner. I could use you to clean the floor. My foot though isn’t like the floor. Your owner’s foot too.

- I’m sorry Madame! I cried. I’m so incompetent! Could you please be kind and guide me again?

- How can you be so clumsy?

Her voice was steady. But she used some words she never used before: idiot, clumsy … Did she loose her temper? Even that could mean that she had some emotions. That she wasn’t the cold emotionless instructor I thought in the beginning. Or maybe she was just acting.

She placed her toe in my mouth again.

- OK. Place your lips around my toe as you did before. Don’t suck at all. Use your tongue to moister your lips… move your head back and forth . caress my toe with your lips … slowly … don’t press. Suck softly, synchronize with your move … now use your tongue to caress my toe … slowly … don’t be so soft with the tongue, you might tickle the owner … run the top of your tongue along the tip of my toe-nail … don’t stop moving you head … turn your head to clean the side … watch your teeth, always watch your teeth … breath slowly … move your hands a just bit from time to time … enough.

She withdrew her toe from my mouth.

- Always start from the big toe. It’s a key entry, she added meaningfully. Timing is important as well. Do not spend more time than needed on every toe. When the toe is properly soaked, move to the next one. The perfect time is just before the skin starts wrinkling. Go on!

She offered me her foot again and started working on the next toe.

- Limit your back and forth movement now. If you squeeze the other toes, your owner won’t like it … be gentle … watch your breath … go on …

Very carefully I licked all her toes, one by one at a time. I had now the opportunity to confirm the perfect shape of her toenails. They were spotless .

- Now for the next part. The sole. A very relaxing act for your owner. Spend more time here. Use long strokes with your tongue … remember to keep it always moisture … work from heel to toes … use your lips only to offer wet kisses to my sole, while you moisture your tongue …softly on the wrinkles … work on the sides too ... enough.

- Now for the heel. Hold my foot near my toes, not from the toes, with one hand and from my ankles with the other. Loosen your grip … open your mouth as much as you can … let my heel in … use your tongue in circles … hug … use a stronger suck, it feels nice there … watch your breath, never use your teeth, unless you find hard skin. Even then, be very cautious … again … keep everything moisture … OK.

- Now for the upper part. Hold my foot from ankles and heel as before … push slightly up to raise my knee, that’ll give you a better angle … slowly work like you did on my sole … long strokes with your tongue from toes to ankles … wet lips … wet kisses … watch your breath … move your hands a bit … balance … go on … OK.

- Put your hands on the floor, palms up.

Knowing what she meant, I put my hands on the floor to rest her naked foot.

- If the foot is still moist, you have to dry it. Hug it as much as you can and blow air as close as you can, working in small areas. This way the air stream stays warm. Do it!

Hugging her foot as much as I could, I moved very close to her foot on the floor and started blowing hot air, until her foot was dry. I submitted my kissing her toes, to show that I finished. She raised her foot and I put her slipper on, kissing the tip. I then waited, still kneeling. My knees really ached now. But I didn’t say a word.

She took a small piece of rope from her suitcase and ordered me to turn around putting my hands behind. She then tied my hands with rope, ordering me to turn around again. I was now facing her, still kneeling, with my hands tied at the back.

She then went on, crossing her right leg over the left.

- As I said before, there are two ways for a ‘proper wash’. this time you won’t be using your hands! And you’ll learn to balance. Remove my slipper!

How? I thought. My hands were tight. Just in time I used my mouth to take her slipper off, leaving it gently on the floor. A difficult act, since I couldn’t use my hands anymore. Ever tried bowing down to the floor from the kneeling position and up again? I can tell you it’s really tough.

- Now do as you did before. Start with the toes.

I started licking her big toe, using everything I learned moments ago. But this time it was harder. My position was really difficult. It was very easy to loose my balance and even drop on her foot, maybe receiving a couple of more strokes with the crop. And that’s what exactly happened a couple of times, when I was working on her heel. She didn’t only hit me with the crop but almost stepped on my face, almost grinding my cheeks. At the end I managed to control my balance, while licking her foot clean. When I dried her foot with my breath, I kissed it many times, really exhausted by my efforts.

She raised her foot and I took her slipper with my mouth and managed to put it on, after a couple of unsuccessful tries. I kissed the tip of her slipper and waited.

- Turn around!

Thank God! I thought. She’s going to untie me. She stood up and kicked me hard on the back instead. I fell to the floor on my face with my hands still tied at the back. My nose started bleeding. She came over me and pressed my face hard on the floor with her foot.

- Always expect the unexpected! On your knees!

I did as I was told and she finally untied me. My hands felt numb, my nose was bleeding. But I didn’t move. Was I scared or just confused? I’ll never know.

- Go wash yourself! She ordered. don’t take long.

I rushed upstairs and washed and pressed my nose with a tissue to stop the bleeding. I then washed my face and in no time I was back kneeling by her feet.

- Fetch me the phone, she ordered.

I did as I was told. Carefully stepping backwards, I brought the wireless phone and gave it to her, kneeling by her feet.

- Hi Sam! … hung on a second.

She pushed me away with her slippered foot, nodding towards the kitchen. Realizing her intentions, I quietly disappeared in the kitchen. Anyway it was late noon and I still had to prepare something for Madame. God! I was so curious to find out what they were talking about. I was sure they were talking about me. And I wanted to know. but I wouldn’t dare going back in the living room. With her abilities, I was somehow certain she would notice me in no time. And that would be bad for my health (not to say about my back!).

As I was preparing dinner, I tried to figure out what they were discussing. Certainly about my progress, if any, I added. Maybe I had some pride left. In my position, lowest as it could be, I still wanted to feel that I was successful. Isn’t it funny? In my own sick way, I badly needed some appreciation (?) of my … skills.

After some time I heard her clasping her hands. ‘She’s calling me’ I thought and rushed in the living room, assuming my kneeling position. She handed me the phone and I put it in place.

- Stockings! She said extending her right foot, as I knelt by her feet.

Still remembering my burning back, I dared asking:

- Could you please guide me, Madame?

- OK … first remove my slipper. let my heel on your lap. Curl the stoking up … gently, you’ll ruin it … toes first … push it down gently over my sole, down to heel. Lift my foot slightly to pass the stocking under my heel, watch the wrinkles, ease it up, knee high, stretch it gently … OK.

I kissed her stockined toes and she offered me her left foot. I repeated the process very carefully putting her stocking on her beautiful leg. After kissing her toes again, I stood there kneeling, waiting orders. She pulled her stockings high up herself.

- Boots! She ordered.

Again, very carefully I put her boots on, kissing the tips at the end, remembering the ‘dry kiss’ ritual. When I finished, she put her slippers and crop in the small suitcase that she had brought with her and stood up.

- You need a lot of work. She said and stood up.

I followed her to the door and helped her with her coat. Maybe I did something wrong while helping her, because I felt she stopped for a while, hesitating. I was almost certain I was about to receive a strong slap on the face. Fortunately nothing happened. Maybe she was in a harry. I bowed down and kissed her black leather boots again.

- Thank you very much Madame for your guidance! I said.

- Remember what I’ve taught you, she added and went out.

I stood up and closed the door behind her. Thank God, it was over! At least for today, I thought with great relief. She was a strange woman. Being in my tenth day of slavery, I’d met a lot of women who treated me cruelly. But she was something special. Her total luck of emotion really startled me. I couldn’t tell if she hated me or not, despised me, liked (?) me … Nothing . at all. Is she really like that, or she’s just a pro? I asked myself. I couldn’t answer.

I went back and made sure that everything was in order, for Madame’s return. I also made sure that her bathroom was ready, in case she needed it. I then went on cleaning and dusting, trying not to forget anything, not even the slightest detail. I even put Madame’s slippers in a handy place under her favorite seat on the sofa.

It was late afternoon when I heard Madame’s car approaching. I really felt anxious. I assumed my kneeling position by the door, ready to greet get properly.

She opened the door and entered.

- Good evening Madame! Your Wish is my command!

I bowed down and dry-kissed her shoes. She waited patiently to receive her evening worship and went in the living room. Another pair of shoes, open toe ones, waited my attention. I recognized miss Kate’s feet. Her sister was here again! I promptly kissed her toes and she went in. they didn’t say a word. I helped them with their coats.

- Dinner! Madame’s first word.

They sat in the dinning room and I served them dinner, as best as I could. All this time I tried to follow miss Jennifer’s rules, especially the ‘level’ one. Maybe they would notice and remark about it, or even (selfish) me. Nothing happened instead.

When they finished, they went to the living room, ordering me to follow. Madame sat on her usual seat, her sister next to her. I knelt by Madame’s feet, as usual.

Madame lazily extended her feet towards me. I kissed her shoes and carefully removed them following what I learnt in the morning. I kissed her smelly toes and put her slippers on. She totally ignore my presence, talking with her sister about financial investments.

- Slippers for my sister! Madame ordered.

I rushed upstairs and came back with a pair of slippers from Madame’s shoe closet. Knelling in front of miss Kate, I kissed her shoes, unlaced them and carefully removed them, kissing her dusty toes. I then put the slippers on her feet, again kissing the tips at the end. Every detail counted, I was now very aware of this.

- I really have to go Sam, miss Kate finally said.

- Come on Kate, stay a bit. Enjoy your investment at least, Madame joked.

- Well, I’d love to but I have to get up early in the morning. The business trip I told you before. I’ve got an early plane to catch.

- Not even for a quick lick? Madame added meaningfully.

- Well, this is something no decent woman can resist! Miss Kate remarked laughingly.

- Do your work, slave! Madame ordered. Lick my sisters feet clean!

- Yes Madame! I promptly said and took in my hands miss Kate’s already extended foot.

I took her slipper off and started licking her dusty toes. I tried to remember everything miss Jennifer taught me this morning. Hugging, controlled breath, soft suck and all. Her feet tasted familiar. I was used to it by now. I even liked it I think. I was very careful licking her foot, not missing any detail, not leaving a tiny spot of dirt on her beautiful foot. Soon all the dirt of her foot was properly stuffed in my stomach. I dried her foot with my warm breath. I then kissed her clean toes, put her slipper on and waited to go on with the other foot.

Not wasting any time, she pressed her foot hard into my mouth scratching my palate with her toe-nails, a sign for me to go on. I properly washed miss Kate’s foot, as the two women talked with each other, totally ignoring my presence at their feet. When I licked her foot clean, I properly dried it and kissed her toes, to show that I’ve finished. She then offered me both her feet. Knowing what she really liked, I took them in my hands and began placing soft kisses on her toes, one at a time. She let me there kissing her feet, not paying any attention whatsoever. She finally said:

- Do my shoes as well! And went talking with her sister.

I took her shoes and started licking them clean. The inside had the same familiar taste. My tongue felt like a rag by now. The difficult part was her soles. I had to use my teeth to eat away any stuck dirt underneath. I had to lick them thoroughly twice, to make sure they were perfectly clean. When I finished, I put the aside and waited orders.

- Foot mat! Madame said.

I eagerly lied down by the sofa, facing up. Madame removed her slippers and rest her feet on my face, while miss Kate used my stomach for a foot stool. Since I didn’t have any time cleaning Madame’s feet, my face was full of their special scent and sweat. I can assure you it is not easy to have two pairs of naked feet resting on your body, especially when one of them is at your face. I was their foot mat for more than an hour. Finally miss Kate wanted to leave.

- Really have to go Sam, she said. Thanks for the ‘special attention’ sister.

- Don’t mention it Kate. See you in a couple of days. Take care.

I put her shoes on and kissed her feet again. I helped her with her coat and soon she was gone.

- Clean my feet, slave! Madame ordered.

- May I wash my mouth first Madame? I asked.

- Be quick about it.

I did as I was told, trying to put my best efforts to please her. After all, my training was for this purpose only. To keep Madame happy. She switched the TV set on while I was licking her feet clean. I licked them over and over again, until they were spotless. Finally I began worshipping her feet, placing countless warm kisses on her velvet skin. Her toes were so inviting, her soles so tasty, her heels so shapely! I felt that my morning training was paying back. Though she didn’t show it. But I didn’t mind. I was sure I pleased her. And that’s all that counted.

Finally I placed my hands on the floor and she placed her feet on them. Bowing down, I went on kissing her feet while she watched TV. My hands felt numb after all this pressure by her feet, but I didn’t dare saying anything. I kept on worshipping her feet instead.

It was late night when Madame decided she had enough and ordered me to follow her upstairs. I helped her undress and gave her my usual night worship by kissing her naked feet.

- Your humble slave bids you good night, Madame! I softly said.

She didn’t pay any attention to me. I quietly left her room, closing the door behind me. I went downstairs to clean the table, wash the dishes and make everything ready for tomorrow.

I took a shower and went to bed.

I felt a bit worried about Madame’s attitude. She didn’t say a word about miss Jennifer. She didn’t ask anything at all. Even more, she didn’t tell me what was going to happen tomorrow. ‘She doesn’t have to’ I said to myself. She’s your Madame. She does as she wants. You only obey. That’s what slaves are for …

I tried to summarize today’s events. I learnt so many things, so many little, yet important details about my servitude. I was just trying to get in terms with my situation. I was a slave to Madame. I didn’t have my own will any more. I was at her will. She could do anything she like with me. As simple as that. I was just her humble slave … I was privileged to be her foot mat … I was her foot licker …I was … fast asleep …

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