My first Girlfriend
When I was 18, I met my first
girlfriend, Gianna. At first it was just like any normal
relationship, complete with our share of little game playing. One
of the things we used to do, though, would change my life
forever. It all started out when Gianna asked me how much I loved
her and I told her that I loved her enough to bow down and
actually kiss her feet (not thinking that she would take me up on
the offer). Not only did she ask me to do this but she had me do
it every night. It did not matter to her if we were on the beach
walking around barefoot all day or if her feet were in her
sneakers without socks and sweating that day, my job had become
to worship her feet for longer and longer periods each and every
night. This took a turn for the worse when one day we were in a
terrible argument over something I had done and Gianna pointed to
the floor and told me, "You better get down on your hands
and knees and kiss my feet and beg for forgiveness or you are out
of here!". I loved her so much and did not want to lose her
so I did her request. She was still furious after half an hour of
my begging and decided to call her friend Diane, who never really
liked me just like all of Gianna's friends. She explained what
had happened and Dianne must have asked where I was and I heard
Gianna casually say, "Oh, he's here on the floor kissing my
feet right now". This must have freaked Diane out because I
heard Gianna trying to convince her that it was true for 5
minutes before she eventually told her to come over and see for
herself. Now let me explain that I am a straight male and am not
really into kissing my girlfriend/owners feet much less someone
that I do not particularly like. This meant nothing to Gianna.
She hung up the phone and pulled me up to my knees by my hair
explained to me what would be required of me when her friend
arrived, and I obeyed because I did not want to lose the love of
my life. Then the doorbell rang and my life would never be the
same. As instructed I answered the door and let Diane in. She had
a look on her face as if she was still trying to figure out if
this was real or not. Once in the living room Diane said hi to
her friend and sat down. It was then that I knew my instructions
but wasn't sure if Gianna would actually make me do it or if she
were bluffing. So I just stood there. Gianna looked at me and
said, Well...we’re waiting". At this point I swallowed my
pride and got on my hands and knees and crawled to Diane and
bowed my head down and said, "Diane, I am now Gianna's
slave. Would you like me to clean your sneakers with my tongue
for you?" There was still hope, maybe Diane could not put
anyone through such humiliation and would refuse out of kindness.
No such luck. After about a minute of her hysterical laughter,
Diane said, "Sure, I have been waiting to do something like
this to you for a long time now. Start with the tops". Like
a good slave I bowed my head and for the first time in my life,
actually began licking someone's dirty sneaker. As I licked, I
could hear them talk as if I were a piece of property. They said
this is a dream come true and that it was something every girl
should own. When the tops were finished I thought I was done, and
then to my horror, sat back, put her feet up and pointed, saying
"allright, now I want the bottom of my sneakers to look just
like the day I bought them". Without knowing why I didn't
run, I did this and gave them blackmail material on me forever.
The next day I woke up hoping that this would be something that
would be forgotten and never repeated again. Silly me. Gianna and
her friends were all 18 and seniors in high school. I was a
recent graduate and not doing anything that day. Around 1:00 I
got a phone call from her between classes and she told me to be
at her house (I had the key) and waiting for her on my hands and
knees with my head bowed to the floor at 3:00. When the time came
and I bowed down waiting for her I was so nervous, not having any
idea what to expect. I heard the door open and saw Gianna's shoes
walk next to me, then I saw Diane’s walk to the other side, and
then to my absolute horror, I saw a third unidentified pair. When
Gianna told me to kneel upwards, I looked up into the eyes of my
most hated enemy, Melissa. A little background on Melissa: she
was Gianna's friend who she had to stop seeing because me and her
were always at each others throats. I had spit on Melissa once,
thrown a slap at her, and called every name under the sun until I
told Gianna it was either her or me, and at the time the choice
was me. Now I am on my knees in front of her and I see her grab
me by the hair, pull my head back and spit a gigantic wad of spit
right in my face before she even says a word. Melissa broke out
laughing at me and told me to bow down and clean every speck of
dirt off of her shoes and told me that my impending punishment
would be more severe if I didn't. As she relaxed and I knelt, she
would have me tell her how sorry I was for the stuff I did in the
past and have me answer while still licking the bottom of her
shoes. The other girls laughed at how my speech sounded with my
tongue dragging across the bottom of Melissa’s footwear.
This bring me to my life today. For the last six months I have
stayed kneeling every day at three o'clock only to have Gianna,
Diane, Melissa, and three other girls come over Gianna's every
day after school. My duties are:
Shoe cleaning: I must crawl to all six girls and
lick clean the top and bottom of their sneakers, no matter what
they stepped in (usually on purpose).
Feet cleaning: I then wash my mouth with soap
and crawl back to them and take off their shoes and socks. At
this point I start with licking in between each toe and
swallowing the toy jam, them I suck each toe and chew any long
toenails and swallow them, then I lick the top and bottom of
their bare feet until they push my face away with the bottom of
their foot.
Toilet service: This all takes place in the basement and the
bathroom is upstairs. Gianna tells me that her friends shouldn't
have to walk all the way upstairs to go to the bathroom as long
as I am there. Melissa always tells me that she holds it in day
in school, no matter how much she ate or drank just waiting for
me. I don't think that Melissa has even used a toilet that much
in the last six months.
Air freshener: The girls do not like the smell when one of them
has gas so my job is to sit on the floor in front of a chair,
tilt my head back so it is face up on the seat, and then whoever
has to will pull her pants down and sit with my face up the crack
of her ass and fart directly into my open mouth so that I can
suck it up and they don't have to smell it. Melissa usually
"accidentally" forgets to stop sitting on my face for a
few minutes after farting.
Punching bag: Whenever one has a breakup or it's that time of the
month, I stay on my hands and knees and am kick, punched, spit
on, and beaten for as long as it takes to make them feel better.
Doormat: There is not a day that goes by where I
do not have all six standing on me at once. Luckily, there
combined weight is only about 650 pounds. usually they will all
stand on me, the one who is standing on my face will wipe her
bare feet off on it for about a minute, then get off and go to
the back of the line (my legs) and wait her turn again. This is
done to toughen me up for when they have a party in the future
and I will be the doormat.
Ashtray: I stay on my hands and knees with my mouth open while
Melissa (the only smoker) taps her ashes into my mouth. And
finally,
Amusement: They like to sit in a wide circle,
blindfold me, and have me crawl to whomever I think snapped their
fingers and kiss their feet. If I am right, I go back to the
middle and await the next snap, if I am wrong, the person whose
feet I kissed gets to spit in my face and I try again.
So this is my life now and I hope you have enjoyed it. My owners
have also told me to say that I am available for parties with
them only requiring a small fee for my services. Oh well, I have
to go, it's almost three o'clock.
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