11^th Day “Naked Truth”

 Maybe it was last day’s events. Or maybe I was very tired. Or maybe it was just an hunch. I’ll never know.

Anyway, I woke up with a very strange feeling today. Something was bothering me, but could not make out what. I was worried without any obvious reason… “Obvious ?” I asked myself. “No obvious reason ?” I could think of hundreds of reasons during the last ten days…

 Not wasting any more time, I put my clothes on and rushed downstairs to prepare Madame’s breakfast. In no time, I was standing in front of her bedroom door, knocking gently. When I heard her voice, I opened the door and placed the breakfast dish on her bed, kneeling by her feet. She was just finishing a phone call.

- Your humble slave bids you good morning, Madame! I whispered.

 She didn’t say anything. She just waved me away.

I quietly disappeared and went downstairs. Soon Madame’s bell rang, calling me upstairs. I rushed and assumed my kneeling position by her divine feet.

- Your Wish is my command, Madame! I said.

- I’ll be going on a business trip today, slave. I won’t be back till late evening. Take good care of things while I’m away.

- Certainly Madame! I’ll do my best to keep you satisfied, I eagerly said.

- Don’t worry, slave. You won’t be alone. Jennifer will be coming soon to continue your training, she added meaningfully.

 I was sure she was staring at me, trying to see my reactions. But I could not look back. It wouldn’t be proper. I kept my eyes at her covered feet. Miss Jennifer gave me a hard time yesterday. No reason why she wouldn’t do the same today. Trying to remain as calm as possible, I spoke:

- But of course, Madame! Miss Jennifer is very adequate. She helped me very much yesterday. Thank you ever so much for your kind consideration, I added bowing down to the floor in total submission.

 Madame stood up on the bed to receive her morning worship. My hands were already beneath her soles, while my lips attended her divine feet, with all the tricks I learned yesterday.

 She let me worship her feet for a longer time than usual, before ordering me to help her with her clothes.

Soon she was properly dressed, her feet properly shoed, as beautiful as ever.

I bowed to the floor and kissed the tips of her shoes.

- Have a good day, Madame! I eagerly said.

 She pushed me away with her foot and went away, totally ignoring my presence. Soon I heard her driving away with her car.

 No time to waste, I thought. Madame will be back in the evening, tired and demanding as ever. Better try to keep things as perfect as possible. I rushed to the kitchen with the breakfast dish.

 I had hardly finished the dishes, when the doorbell rang.

“Time to panic!” I thought! Miss Jennifer is here! I tried to pull myself together. “Relax” I said. It’s not the end of the world (yet).

 I rushed to the door and opened it. Miss Jennifer for standing in front of me. Not wasting any time, I kneeled and kissed the tips of her shoes. I thought I heard some soft voices.

- Good morning Miss… Madame (I quickly corrected my mistake)

- Good morning slave! She said. I hope you’re ready for your training.

- Certainly Madame! I’m so anxious to follow your experienced instructions.

- Good then. Come on girls!

 Girls? What girls? My God! She must have brought company. In fact I managed to see two more pair of shoes from my kneeling position. They quickly entered and sat in the living room. I followed them as quietly as I could. Miss Jennifer sat on the sofa, between the other two girls. I quickly assumed my kneeling position by her feet. I kissed her shoes again, being very careful not to wet them with my lips.

- Your humble slave is waiting Madame! I softly added.

- Coffee for me and my friends, slave. She said.

 I rushed to the kitchen to make coffee. I could hear them talking and laughing. I had a feeling they were laughing at me. Soon coffee was ready. I poured three rich cups and prepared the dish with cookies, milk and sugar. Very carefully I took the dish to the living room and knelt in front of miss Jennifer.

- Your coffee, Madame!

- Leave it o the table, slave! She said.

 She crosses her beautiful legs. I noticed a slight movement of her foot, back and forth. A sign! I thought. I bowed down and started dry-kissing her shoe.

- You see, girls… This is the right place for a man; by his Mistress feet. Don’t you agree?

 They all laughed.

- By the way, miss Jennifer added. I haven’t introduced you, have I?

  Girls, this is slave. Just slave. Slave, these are my friends. She turned my head to her left with her foot. Say hello to Nora, slave. She then turned my head to her right. Say hello to Michele, slave.

- Greetings Mistress Nora, Mistress Michele! I said obediently.

- Footstool, slave! Miss Jennifer barked.

 I quickly took my place in front of her, on all four. She placed her feet on my back. My head was now just inches away from miss Michele’s feet. She was wearing open toed sandals, which revealed her slender white painted toes. The women started talking, ignoring my presence at their feet.

Of course I couldn’t take part in their conversation, but somehow I felt I was part of it. It seemed that the two newcomers were really astonished by my position and miss Jennifer’s power over me. Was she just showing off?

No, I said to myself. Miss Jennifer is a cold-blooded professional. I found out only yesterday. She doesn’t seem to be a person who needs to show off. What’s going on then? My instinct was telling me that she was just preparing the atmosphere for my training. Fear struck me. Trying to control my panic, I decided to pay attention on what they were talking…

- So Jennifer, Michele said. Aren’t you a bit overreacting with his training? You told us that we were to watch you tutoring a housekeeper. But this!

- I couldn’t agree more with you, miss Nora added in an uncertain voice.

- Come on girls! Miss Jennifer argued. Where’s your pride! Pull yourselves together! I warned you that you were in for a surprise, didn’t I?

- A slave! Jennifer! Miss Michele said. We live in a free country. Slavery has been abolished for so many years.

- Well, it seems you’re wrong darling! You can see a real slave, right in front of you… Come on, knock it off, will you? I thought you would enjoy my little surprise. On the other hand, if you want to leave…

- No, I think I want to stay. Miss Nora quickly added. I find the whole thing most peculiar, but I’m always open minded to new experience. Come on Jennifer tell us more.

- There is not much to tell really. He’s just a slave. Just like ancient times, when slavery was very common. You’ll be surprised by the number of slaves today. My client, miss Hamilton is the keen owner of this slave. And she trusted his training to me.

- So you are a slave trainer! Miss Michele said in a surprised voice.

- Among other things… miss Jennifer answered meaningfully.

- Do you enjoy it? Miss Nora asked.

- Wouldn’t you?

- Well… I don’t know… miss Nora said uncomfortably.

- A lot of women nowadays strongly believe that females are the dominant part of this world. Our world! Men are only toys for their absolute pleasure. Males exist for their Mistresses.

- Do you believe that? Miss Michele asked.

- My clients say that I’m good in my work… she said in a diplomatic manner. It’s all a matter of power. It’s a matter of power of the female species over males. It’s simple. Imagine yourselves having total control on a creature like him. She pressed her feet on my back. Imagine that you can order him to do ANYTHING you like. Just imagine it.

- But does he agree? Miss Nora asked, referring to me.

- He had a choice. He took his decisions. Now his opinion is insignificant. He’s a slave now. He’s committed to this. He obeys his Mistress. He’s inferior to any woman around him. Or better say above him! She laughed.

- I don’t know… miss Nora argued.

- Come on, Nora! Miss Jennifer said. Stand at your place. Who knows… maybe some day you’ll have your own slave… or slaves…

- Maybe… miss Nora said absentmindedly.

- You want to have a go Nora? Miss Jennifer asked.

- Well… I’m not sure, miss Nora said in an uncertain voice.

- Come on try it! Miss Jennifer said in a supporting manner. She took her feet off my aching back. Give him an order. Anything you like. Just anything… He’ll obey. Find the power store inside you. Be a real woman! Find out what men really are!

- Go on Nora! Miss Michele added in an excited voice.

- Well… if you insist… bring me a glass of water please!

- Certainly miss Nora! I said and rushed to the kitchen

- PLEASE???? I heard miss Jennifer asking. Surely you can do better than that…

 I poured a glass of water, placed it on a small disk and went back to the living room. I knelt in front of miss Nora, extending the disk towards her, keeping my eyes low to her feet. She also wore sandals, her toenails painted a lovely silky-pink color.

- Your water miss Nora! I obediently said in a soft voice.

 She took the water and drank it, placing the glass back on the disk. I took it back to the kitchen and returned, assuming my kneeling position in front of miss Jennifer’s feet. She too was wearing sandals. Her perfect toenails were shining in their natural color.

- Your turn Michele. Miss Jennifer said.

Miss Michele laughed nervously. Apparently she was not feeling comfortable (yet).

- Well, let me think… yes… dance for me… slave…

 I was taken by surprise. What could I do? I was never a good dancer. Even with music. How could I dance with no music?

- Dance you idiot! Miss Jennifer’s voice brought me back to reality.

- Yes Madame!

I awkwardly began swinging my body, stretching my arms, hoping that the result would be a kind of dance. I could hear them laughing. I felt so humiliated.

- Enough! Miss Michele finally said.

 I assumed my kneeling position by miss Jennifer’s feet.

- Well girls, not so bad for a fresher! Miss Jennifer remarked laughingly. But now let’s get serious. Are you sure you want to go on, or you prefer to leave me alone?

- Yes, we’ll stay. They both added. I could feel they were really excited now.

- You were right, Jennifer. Miss Michele spoke. Power makes you feel so good. I could never have imagined it! I think I’ll enjoy it.

- Me too! Miss Nora quickly added. Her inhibitions were totally gone. What’s next?

- Now the game can really begin! Miss Jennifer said in a meaningful voice.

They all laughed.

 Somehow I had a feeling that my training was just beginning. And it would be a tough one. Miss Jennifer was really a professional. What would be her next move? I think I was excited too. Couldn’t explain it though. Maybe my slave’s pride was catching up…

- A slave is his Mistress property. Miss Jennifer said in a serious voice. If she gives an order, ANY ORDER, he must obey with no hesitation. If she feels like having a dog, he is Her dog. If she feels like playing, he’s Her toy. So girls; do you feel like playing?

- Why not! They both agreed.

 Miss Jennifer pushed me away with her feet. I lost my balance and fell with my back to the ground. She ordered.

- Go to your room and strip off, slave. Take EVERYTHING off! Come back quick!

- I was stoned motionless with her order. This is something I never imagined. Me naked, in front of these ladies! Sometimes there are limits to everything. I began shaking.

- Please Madame! I mumbled.

 She stood up and came near me. She kicked me hard on my side. I rolled over and curled. The pain was awful. I could hardly breath.

- I gave you an order slave! She said in a cold serious voice.

- Yes Madame! I managed to say, trying to catch my breath.

 I crawled upstairs to my room. I was so confused. What should I do? My real Mistress would never ask me that. Or maybe she would… The game was getting really serious now. And it wasn’t a game for me! It was real. I received tons of humiliation during the last ten days. But this! This was too much! Even for a slave!

 Suddenly I realized that I was half naked! Even though I was so distressed, my body actually followed miss Jennifer’s order. “So what?” I said to myself. A slave is just … a slave. Finally I removed all my clothes. I felt numb and cold. I stayed there for some time, not knowing what to do. Then I made up my mind. Gathering as much courage as I could, I went downstairs hesitantly, using my hands to hide my only pride… I knelt in front of miss Jennifer again, trying to ignore the giggles coming from the other women.

- Your wish is my command, Madame! I managed to say. She totally ignored me.

- So you see girls. It’s so simple! Miss Jennifer said.

- Look at him! Miss Michele remarked. He’s so pathetic!

- And insignificant! Miss Nora added.

- Stand up slave! Miss Jennifer barked. Let us see you.

I stood up, my hands still protecting my manhood.

- Put you hands down slave! Miss Jennifer ordered. There is nothing for you to hide.

 I obeyed her awkwardly. I was sure my face was red in shame. I could now understand the meaning of total and absolute humiliation. They were all laughing at me now.

- So you see girls how insignificant he is now! Miss Jennifer said.

- From every aspect. Miss Nora joked.

- By God! Is that all that you are? Miss Michele laughed at me.

 I only wished I was dead! I tried to think that I wasn’t there. Maybe I was dreaming. Maybe I should pinch myself to wake up. Maybe …

- Put this on slave! Miss Jennifer barked giving me a pink satin lace.

- Excuse me Madame!  Managed to stumble. Could you please explain where to put it?

- You are a toy slave! She answered. Why not wrap it up around your genitals. Make sure you pass it behind your balls. Make a knot below. Make sure the two ends are symmetrical. And keep it tight. If it comes off, you’ll be severely punished.

- Yes Madame! I softly said, totally degraded.

 I placed the pink satin lace as instructed. I tied it as much as I could, making a secure knot. My balls began paining. The two ends reached well below my knees, almost touching the ground. No one on this earth could describe my feelings. If I had any feelings left. I stood still for inspection.

- Look at him! Miss Nora said in a mocking voice.

- He’s so funny! Miss Michele remarked, laughing uncontrollably.

 They left me standing there for quite some time, making my humiliation even larger. I was just standing in front of three beautiful women, totally naked, apart from the silk pink lace around my genitals. I was like a statue. A statue for their pleasure. The difference is statues don’t think. They don’t feel. They don’t live …

- Crawl slave! Miss Jennifer suddenly ordered. Go to the kitchen crawling. Keep you legs spread.

 I immediately dropped to the floor and started crawling. At least my nudity was now somehow less. I think they all stood up, watching my efforts. I could feel the lace sliding on the floor. I could hear their laughs. I think I heard them whispering… I think I was crying. Suddenly an excruciating pain struck me between my legs. I felt like my genitals were going to be cut off. Something was pulling them back.

 Again they all laughed.

- What’s wrong slave? I heard Miss Jennifer’s voice somewhere behind me. I didn’t tell you to stop, did I? Go on.

 She must have stepped on the lace on purpose. I struggled to move on, but the pain would not let me. I could not go any further.

Suddenly a pair of white painted toes appeared close to my face. I could almost reach them.

- Kiss my feet slave! I heard miss Michele’s voice. She was demanding now.

 I tried to reach her feet, but she stepped just a bit further away. I tried to stretch, but the pain was unbearable.

- What’s wrong slave? Miss Jennifer barked, still stepping on the lace. My friend gave you an order. Why don’t you obey?

 I stretched a bit more, trying to forget the pain. I almost touched her big toe. My mouth was wet from the effort. Just as I was ready to kiss her feet, miss Michele stepped an inch away, laughing hysterically. I groaned and stretched more. The pain was impossible. Suddenly I felt some slack on the lace. Maybe miss Jennifer let it free. Taking advantage of the situation, I crawled forward reaching miss Michele’s feet. Again she moved an inch away, while the pain came back. The lace was again restraining my movements. I was really in agony now. They were playing with me, torturing me and I could do nothing about it.

 This went on until I reached the kitchen. I was now reaching my limits. Pain and agony were so strong, I would almost faint. Finally they decided that I had enough. Miss Michele stood still, while I made my last effort to reach her divine feet, stretching as much as I could, miss Jennifer still playing with the lace. I managed to place a few kisses on her toes, before retreating to ease the pain. Miss Michele laughed again.

- You wet my feet slave! How clumsy of you!

- You never wet kiss a foot! Miss Jennifer remarked.

 She must have stepped off the laces. There was no tension anymore. But she kicked me between my legs, to remind me of my mistake. I curled in pain.

- Excuse me Madame for being so clumsy! I was crying now. Please forgive me.

 Miss Jennifer came close to me. I dried my lips as much as I could and began kissing her divine feet, asking for her forgiveness.

- I’d like to have a go! Miss Nora suddenly said.

- Certainly darling. Have you got something in mind?

- Well, I’m not sure… miss Nora added hesidantly.

- Why don’t you ride him back to the living room! Miss Jennifer proposed.

- Yes! I’d love that!

 In no time miss Nora sat hard on my back. I almost collapsed. Finally I managed to keep steady. Miss Jennifer took the two lace ends and passed them over my shoulders. She gave the ends to miss riding Nora. She gave her the last instructions for my new ordeal.

- Use your legs to balance Nora. Use the laces to guide him, or make him stop. Just like horse riding. Instinct will do the rest. She added meaningfully.

 Miss Nora slapped my butt.

- Come on, horsie! She yelled.

 She rode me around the kitchen table a couple of times. The other two women were laughing and making remarks about my progress as a horse. Every time she wanted me to stop, she would brutally pull both the lace ends. The pain was so hard and sudden. Miss Jennifer was right. Instinct made me stop moving. I was not only being treated as a horse, but acted as one too. She then guided me to the living room. The other two women followed. She rode me around the room many times, laughing and yelling all the time. I was so exhausted! I could hardly breath. My hands and knees were in great pain. I collapsed a couple of times, only to receive her kicks on my body, urging me to go on.

 Finally she guided me next to the sofa, were the two other women were already sitting. A strong pull on the laces made me stop. My balls felt like they were on fire. My back was aching all over. I could hardly keep myself together now. She got off my back and sat on the sofa. I collapsed in front of her feet. She used my head as a footstool, still holding the lace ends with her hands.

- Jennifer, that was the most exciting ride I ever had! Miss Nora remarked.

- You see darling! I told you it would be fun. Can you feel the power?

- Oh yes! She added and pulled the laces.

 I groaned in agony under her feet.

- So you see Nora, there are an infinite number of ways you can exploit him. It’s only up to your imagination and ingenuity. There are NO limits darling.

- Yes, you’re right! Miss Nora agreed.

- Come on Nora. Miss Jennifer said. What would you like next? You have him under your feet. Use him. Never let a slave without a task. They tend to become slack if you do so.

- Well then. If you say so… Let me think. I could do with a foot massage. Slave! Remove my shoes and massage my feet!

 She pulled the laces hard, to stress her point. I sat crossed legged in front of her. She offered me her feet and I carefully removed her high heel sandals. I took her naked feet in my hands and softly kissed her toes many times. Then I placed them carefully on my lap and started massaging her feet, using every trick I learned so far.

 The three women began talking, totally ignoring my presence. I could not make out what they were saying. Not that I couldn’t hear. I was just too exhausted to be able to listen to their conversation. I concentrated on my task massaging miss Nora’s slender feet. I tried to be as careful as I could. In any way, on my slightest mistake, she would pull the laces hard, putting me back in place. Maybe I massaged her feet for more than an hour. Then it was miss Michele’s turn. She wanted a massage as well and miss Jennifer was only too eager to oblige.

 Miss Michele insisted of kissing her soles first apart from her toes before the massage. She wanted to rest one foot on my shoulders, while I softly massaged the other. She pulled the laces hard, whenever she wanted me to swap feet. And she insisted that I kissed her toes and sole every time. She seemed to be enjoying every moment. And they were a lot…

- Are you hungry girls? Miss Jennifer asked.

- I could do with a cold sandwich. Miss Michele answered.

- Me too. Miss Nora added.

- Go slave! Prepare something to eat. Miss Jennifer ordered.

 I kissed miss Michele’s feet one more time and carefully put her sandals on. Miss Jennifer came close to me and attached a small shinny bell on each end of the lace.

- This way we’ll know if you’re working slave. Now go!

- Yes Madame! I eagerly said and stood up.

 The bells were jingling, making me look totally silly as I moved. They all laughed.

I went to the kitchen to prepare some sandwiches for them. The bells really annoyed me. Even worse, I could here their laughs every time I moved. At least I was alone in the room now. I needed that, to put myself together. My mind began operating again. A couple of hours ago, I felt so helpless and humiliated standing naked in front of these women. Now I didn’t mind. After all the things they did to me, being naked seemed absolutely normal. “Am I getting crazy?” This question comes up every now and then in the last few days.

 What about miss Jennifer? She was different than our last encounter. Yesterday was cold cruel and serious. Today she was somehow different. I couldn’t understand her. Maybe that was the point! They keep telling me that a slave is to act, not to think. Maybe I’d better get used to it. Who am I to find the answers? I wished Madame Samantha was here. Madame cares. Madame likes me…

 The sandwiches were ready now. I put them on a disk, together with some wine, in case they wanted something to drink. I took the disk to the dining room and knelt in front of miss Jennifer.

- Your launch is ready Madame.

 They took the sandwiches and wine (good thinking!) and switched the TV set on.

- Carpet for all slave! But first remove our shoes. Miss Jennifer ordered.

They were all sitting on the sofa. I quickly got the message. I knelt in front of miss Michele and removed her shoes. I kissed her feet and moved on to miss Jennifer. I had my first contact with her heavenly feet for today. Then I went on with miss Nora’s feet. Finally I lied down, face up along the edge of the sofa. They placed their naked feet on my body. Michele’s feet rest on my face, miss Jennifer’s on my belly and miss Nora’s on my lap. They totally ignored my presence.

 It’s a funny, but I felt that this was the time for me to relax. I was under their feet, but at least I wasn’t doing anything. Miss Michele covered my eyes with one foot, and my mouth with the other, leaving my nostrils free to breathe. I could sense the smell of her feet now. I didn’t have time before. And I loved it. Every woman has her own smell, I found this many times in the last few days. And I liked all of them. Oh god! Let them leave me here to rest. Being a human carpet was the easiest task I had for today.

- You can massage my feet while you’re down there! Miss Michele remarked.

 I started massaging her feet, as softly as I could. It wasn’t easy now, since her feet were resting on my face, but I did my best. My body felt numb after all this time supporting six legs. But somehow I was satisfied. Maybe my ordeal was over. At least for today.

 How long did I stay down there? I couldn’t really tell. With all the excitement I lost track of time.

 Talking about excitement, I was beginning to get excited, my organ reminded of this. Maybe it was the first time, after so many days, that I felt like this. Miss Jennifer’s feet were close to my genitals. I could almost feel a slight erection. “My God” I thought. If I touch her feet this way, she will punish me for sure. I must do something to avoid this. Maybe I should just listen to their conversation, instead of trying to think as a man…

- So Michele. How does it feel to have him under your feet? Miss Jennifer asked.

- Terrific Jennifer! She replied. I feel so good. And so relaxed. I could never have imagined that having a slave under your absolute power would be so refreshing! Don’t you agree slave? She asked, lifting her left foot from my mouth.

- Certainly miss Michele, I managed to say before she put her foot back on my mouth again.

- What about you Nora?

- Well, to tell you the truth Jennifer, I was a bit unhappy in the beginning. I’m opposed to slavery, any kind of slavery. But I have to reconsider… she quickly added smiling. I must admit that I enjoyed every moment so far. Having him under my feet makes me feel so powerful. I wished I had one myself.

- You care for a cup of coffee? Miss Jennifer asked. They all agreed.

 They lifted their feet so I could get up. I kissed miss Jennifer’s feet first, them miss Michele’s and finally miss Nora’s. I then picked up the dishes and went to the kitchen to make coffee. The bells kept making funny noises. But now I wouldn’t care. I got used to them, although o wore them only for a couple of hours. Soon enough I was kneeling in front of the three women, serving coffee. Miss Jennifer told me to remove the bells, since they were too noisy for them. I gladly obeyed. She then ordered me to stay standing, keeping my legs spread, waiting orders. They again laughed at me, making rude remarks about the pink lace hanging between my legs. I was to sit there motionless, or sometimes turn around at their command.

Miss Michele ordered me again to dance for her after switching the TV set off. I was to perform for them now. I did my best trying as much as I could to satisfy her. The scene was quite peculiar I imagine, with three beautiful women watching a naked man dance for them. The pink laces added up to the whole act, making me look totally silly. Then miss Jennifer ordered me to stand still in front of them, with my legs apart. This way my exposure was total. There was nothing I could hide from them now. My humiliation was absolute. But I managed to keep it up. There was only one thought in my mind: what ever I was doing, what ever was happening to me was a result of Madame’s (my real Madame) wishes. Since she wanted me to be in this situation, then it’s OK with me. This thought gave me the strength to carry on…

Miss Nora spoke:

- So Jennifer. Are there any limits to what you can do or ask from a modern slave?

- Certainly not, miss Jennifer argued. A Mistress slave relation is an one-way commitment. The slave is committed to his Mistress. He must do everything she wishes. It’s as simple as that. The Mistress has the rights, while the slave has the obligations. It might sound naïve or over simplified, but this is the way it is.

- Then you could even make money using him, couldn’t you? Miss Michele remarked.

- Of course darling, miss Jennifer replied. In fact most of my clients have their slaves work for them. The money goes straight to the owner of the slave, as another kind of loyalty. Sometimes slaves are allowed to keep their original jobs, if this suits their Mistress. In other cases, they just rent them for a couple of days. The income goes again to the owner.

 They even sell them to other women. There are slave auctions held quite often you now. Well-trained slaves can bring a lot of money to their owners. In the case of this slave, his owner Samantha decided that it is better for her to keep him as a full time personal slave. This way he can serve her better. That’s why she hired me in fact. To make sure he’ll be efficient in his position. In every aspect… she added meaningfully.

- Since you are so well informed about the matter, could you tell us what makes a good slave? Miss Nora asked.

Miss Jennifer was only too keen to answer.

- First of all he must be healthy and clean. Hygiene is very important when you have someone touching you. He must be loyal, dedicated and trustworthy. Whatever he hears must be kept between him and his Mistress. He must be obedient and willing to learn. Always learn new ways and skills, to keep his Mistress satisfied. He must be adequate and keen in his duties, whatever they are. Finally he must be able to realize the meaning and implications of ownership. This is sometimes difficult since most of them were once free men and they still have some old habits.

- You really mean that he’s her property? This in not just an act?

- Exactly Michele. This is DEFINITELY NO ACT. A slave solely belongs to his Mistress. He is her property. What ever he is, belongs to her. His body, his mind, his existence belong to her. Everything he makes or produces belongs to her. And he does all this under her orders only.

- Is he a good slave Jennifer? Miss Nora asked pointing at me.

- He has the abilities to become good. That’s why I took him up. He has a lot to learn though.

 I could feel that miss Jennifer did not want to go any further with me present. Anyway, that was something to be discussed with my Madame and not with miss Nora or miss Michele. “Slave’s pride” I thought and faintly smiled. I’m sure that miss Jennifer realized my reaction from her words, but did not make any move.

Miss Michele spoke:

- So a slave does the housework, maybe works as well and serves his mistress. But he doesn’t actually produce something for her, does he? Unless he’s a sculptor and produces miniature statues for her. She joked.

- Don’t be so narrow-minded Michele! Miss Jennifer said in a serious voice. Of course he could do that as well, if his Mistress wished. But there are a lot of things a slave could produce for his Mistress to exploit.

- Such as? Miss Nora asked with interest.

- Sperm for example. Miss Jennifer answered.

- You mean sell his sperm? Miss Nora asked with her eyes wide open in surprise.

- She could do that. Miss Jennifer said. There are sperm banks willing to pay for healthy sperm specimens. But I wasn’t thinking about this.

- So what are you saying? Miss Michele asked.

- Well, miss Jennifer started, if you read some articles about semen you’ll realize that its juices are not only for breeding. They are full of revitalizing vitamins and soothing components. If this thing is good enough to start a life, imagine what it can do to living tissue. Here, let me show you. Come here and kneel in front of my feet slave! She ordered.

 So my ordeal was not over yet. This woman was so unpredictable! Just like Madame. What would happen next?

 I immediately followed her order and knelt in front of her feet. Miss Jennifer extended her slender feet until they were below my male organ, between my legs.

- Slave, I want you to massage my feet with my special foot lotion. Miss Jennifer ordered, stressing the last two words.

I was shocked. The other women too. Sometime ago I thought that I had reached the limits of my humiliation. There was nothing to humiliate me more. And now I realized that I was to be part of another act, reaching way further to humiliating myself. She actually ordered me to jerk on her feet and use my sperm as a foot lotion! By God! Indeed there are no limits! What should I do? I was so confused!

- What’s wrong slave? Miss Jennifer barked. Didn’t you hear my order?

- … Yes Madame! I stumbled… but …

 She slapped me hard on the face. I could feel that the other two women were watching me curiously. Miss Jennifer stayed calm.

- Do what you’re ordered slave! Use your hands. Surely you can do that.

- Yes Madame!

 Collecting as much courage as I could, I started my efforts to produce miss Jennifer’s foot lotion. I was feeling very awkward doing this naked in front of three women. I was so stresses, that my efforts were unsuccessful. “Time to be punished” I thought with panic.

- You are so pathetic! Miss Jennifer said, showing her repulsion.

- Forgive me Madame for my incompetence! I managed to say. Please forgive me for failing you.

- You are such a useless creature! Must I do everything myself? Here, let me help you. Make sure you don’t spill anything on the floor. I want it all on my feet slave!

 Miss Jennifer took my male organ between her feet and started stroking it back and forth. My humiliation was total. But I tried not to think about it. Yes, three women were watching me, but I had to succeed in my task. I put a lot of effort to relax, as much as I could, trying to ignore the insulting remarks from the women above me. Soon enough I was ready. Miss Jennifer’s feet took care of this. She used them so efficiently on me. She was something special. Soon the warm foot lotion she ordered covered her feet. Using my hands I made sure that nothing dropped to the floor. I began softly massaging her feet, spreading the so-called foot lotion all over them.

- So you see Michele, miss Jennifer spoke triumphantly, this is a special product coming from a slave. And it’s really good. It refreshes my skin and makes it as soft as a baby’s skin. If you do this often, then your feet will always look soft beautiful and healthy.

- … Do you do this often? Miss Michele finally asked very bewildered.

- Quite often. Miss Jennifer smiled.

- Don’t you find it disgusting? Miss Nora asked

- Come on Nora! Miss Jennifer protested. If you accept getting this inside you, without any inhibition, why should you bother if you get it on your feet. I can assure you that this thing is better sterilized than any of the lotions you buy for your feet.

- Yes, I must agree you have a very good point, Jennifer. Miss Nora said.

- Watch it slave! Miss Nora said turning down to me. The lotion is drying and becomes sticky. You’d better wash it off now.

- May I ask how, Madame? I dared asked.

- Using the “proper wash” method of course, you idiot! I showed you yesterday. Did you forget?

- No Madame! Thank you very much for your guidance. May I go and wash my mouth first?

- Yes you may. Don’t be late.

 I carefully placed her feet on the floor and went upstairs to wash my mouth. After all, that’s the way she showed me yesterday. I was back in no time kneeling in front of her feet. I carefully took her right foot in my hands, holding it as gently as possible and started licking it clean. The taste was something new to me. It was from me. How strange! I started from her lovely toes, sucking them softly, until they were perfectly clean. I then moved to her velvet soles using long strokes with my tongue. I then moved to her heels, finishing with the upper part and ankles. I placed numerous kisses to her foot, to indicate that I finished.

She swapped feet and went on with the washing.

Michele finally spoke:

- Well Jennifer. What can I say. I’m really impressed with your ways. You have a man at your feet, licking them clean from his own sperm. And all that for your beauty treatment. By God you’re something!

- Thanks Michele. Miss Jennifer replied in a satisfied voice. It’s nothing really. You only need a bit of imagination. The rest comes naturally.

- You have him now under total control. Miss Michele said. Looking him licking your feet clean, I realize his insignificance. I’m beginning to see the only reason of his existence. Just to please his Mistress.

- Exactly darling. Do you want to have a go? He almost finished mine.

- I’d love to try. Miss Michele eagerly said.

- OK, but you have to help him, since he’s incompetent in finishing by himself. I must tell you though that the quantity will not be as much as the first time. The quality too. Next time you get him first, if you like.

 I was listening and could not believe what was going on. I was to massage miss Michele’s feet with “foot lotion” too. Would I be able to do it? “Yes” I said to myself; for Madame’s shake. I’ll do my best for these women to realize that I’m Madame’s worthy slave.

I kissed miss Jennifer washed feet once more, and asked for permission to wash my mouth again. I came back and took place in front of miss Michele’s beautiful feet.

- You need help slave? Miss Michele asked in an arrogant manner.

- Please miss Michele. Help me to serve you!

 She placed her feet between my organ and started stroking it. Her strokes were hard. She was squeezing me causing a lot of paint. I groaned in agony. Her soles had some hard skin that scratched me.

- What’s wrong slave? Miss Michele asked. I’m expecting my lotion and you don’t deliver. Are you so useless or just fool?

- Forgive me miss Michele! I’m trying as hard as I can to satisfy you. Please help me.

 I almost cried the last words. They all laughed at me.

- I think the bottle is empty. Miss Michele joked kicking me hard on my chest.

- I don’t think so dear. Miss Jennifer said. Give him another chance.

- OK then. Come slave. Show me what you can do for my feet. Miss Michele ordered.

 I assumed my kneeling position in front of miss Michele’s feet and she started stroking me again with her lovely feet. I concentrated on her white painted toenails, getting courage from the support I got from miss Jennifer. Soon enough my efforts were successful and her feet received the special foot lotion she wanted. As miss Jennifer said, less quantity and quality. But this is as much as I could do under the circumstances.

 I began massaging her feet, spreading lotion all over them. Miss Jennifer was right again. The hard skin under her soles was a lot softer now. In a way I felt good. I had something that could make female feet look more beautiful. And miss Jennifer helped me to find out. “slave’s pride” again, I thought.

 When her feet were almost dry, just before they become sticky, I started licking them clean. I started from her soles, remembering that she wanted me to kiss her soles first before her foot massage a few hours ago. Indeed the hard skin was in much better condition now. As before, she rest one foot on my shoulder, as I was licking the other. I could feel that miss Jennifer was watching me all the time. Maybe she was testing me, examining my progress. I only hoped she would say a few good words to Madame.

- Hey Jennifer, it’s really very good to have a man lick your feet. I would never have imagined. And my feet feel ever so good. You were absolutely right. I’m really enjoying it. I could use him everyday, twenty-four hours a day if I could.

- Don’t worry, Michele. Samantha is a very reasonable person. I’m sure she could lend him to you sometime. What about you Nora? Do you want to have a go?

- Well, I’d like to try. Maybe some other time.

- Come on Nora! Miss Michele said. Try it. You’ll love it.

- OK then. Just the wash though. My feet feel a bit sweaty. I could try the wash.

 As soon as I finished miss Michele’s feet, I kissed them and asked permission to wash my mouth again. I came back and moved in front of miss Nora. I was relieved when I realized that I didn’t have to produce any more lotion. After all that I experienced today, licking her feet would be a piece of cake.

 I took her left foot in my hands and placed tender kisses on her pink painted toenails. She took the two lace ends in her hand. I then began the wash ritual, as carefully as I could. Every now and then, she would pull the laces just to see my reaction. This was painful, but I managed to withstand it. After all I was doing everything for Madame’s sake. I was very careful when I sucked her toes, waiting for the next tag of the lace, in case my jaw made a reflective reaction. If I bit her toes by mistake, I would be punished. I could feel it.

- How does it feel Nora? Miss Michele asked.

- It feels strange. She answered. Just a bit ticklish, but I think I like it. I find it exciting. No man has ever licked my feet again. It feels good. Having a slave at your feet is a totally new experience for me. As I said before, I have to reconsider my opinion about freedom and equality. They all laughed.

- Samantha is a very lucky girl. Miss Michele remarked.

- Indeed. Miss Nora agreed.

 Soon miss Nora’s feet were properly clean. She held them up on my face and ordered me to kiss her soles. I held her feet by her heels and placed soft kisses on her lovely soles.

- Girls, I’m afraid it’s time to leave. Miss Jennifer said.

- So soon? They both protested.

- Maybe you haven’t realized, but it’s dark outside. We must be going.

- Well, OK then. Miss Michele said in a sad voice. We had a great time.

- Our shoes slave! Miss Jennifer ordered.

 I kissed miss Nora’s toes and carefully put her sandals on, finally kissing the tips of her shoes. I then moved on to miss Michele, who insisted to kiss the soles of her shoes as well. Finally I went to miss Jennifer. She watched me carefully as I kissed her divine feet and put her shoes on. When I kissed her shoes, she pushed me away with her feet, sending me to the floor on my back.

- Enough slave!. Miss Jennifer barked. Stay there!

 They all stood up. Miss Jennifer led the way to the door. She actually stepped hard on my abdomen, as if I was a carpet. The other women did the same, laughing. I groaned in agony and pain. I was sure my skin was badly bruised.

- Good night slave. Miss Michele said. I hope we can do it again sometime. She laughed and kicked me hard on my face.

 I could stand it no more. I must have fainted …

I came to my senses feeling a heavy weight all over my body. I couldn’t move. I tried to understand what was happening.

Where was I? I felt lost and dumb. Slowly but steadily my mind began working again. I remembered the three women. The scenes that took place during the day. I was still lying naked on the floor, where they left me. But a carpet was covering my naked and bruised body leaving my aching head out. I pushed the carpet away and put it in its place. My aching genitals reminded me of the lace, still hanging between my legs, a trophy of victory, certainly not won by me. I was feeling dizzy and cold. How long did I remain unconscious? I couldn’t tell. Looking around I discovered Madame’s bag hanging by the front door.

 Madame was back! And I wasn’t here to serve her! I felt so frustrated! I failed her! I was so depressed! She must have seen me lying naked on the floor, unconscious. She was the one who put the carpet over my body. What might have thought of me! How could I explain to her?

 First things first. I said to myself. I quickly tied everything up, trying not to make any unnecessary noises. When everything was in order, I went to my room. I didn’t want to eat anything. I was so tired!

 I untied the lace. What a relief! I took a shower, shaved and went to bed. It was well after midnight. I set the alarm clock for an early morning hour. Tomorrow I had a lot of explanations to give. Oh God! What would happen tomorrow?

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