Part II: Irish Weekend

My girlfriend/owner Gianna had told me for quite some time that she was trying to get her friend's to rent me out for cash but I never thought she was serious. As it turns out, I was wrong. On Wednesday, October 15th, I was told by Gianna that I had been "rented out for the weekend" by her girlfriend Lizanne. It was for the weekend of October 17th-19th, traditionally known in the summer resort city of Wildwood, N.J. as 'Irish weekend'. At first I was scared but with the constant foot-licking and toilet service for six females, I hardly had a chance to think about it for the two days before it happened.
Then came Friday at 6:00.
It began just like a normal day of servitude and I didn't even realize that it was Friday. Then, at 6:00, there was a knock at the door. I was told to open it and in came Lizanne. She was about 5'8" and about 155 pounds but all in the legs, butt, and boobs, and she had a beautiful face with shoulder length brown hair. When she came in I quickly remembered my situation and was scared to death. I didn't even really like serving Gianna and her friends but I just had to be near Gianna so I put up with whatever I had to do.
Now I would have to serve a total stranger and not even be near my love of my life for a whole weekend. I thought of saying "No", but knew that I would never see Gianna again. So I agreed. Lizanne looked nervous and unsure of what she could actually do and what was exaggerated about my duties. Gianna sensed this so as Lizanne was paying her she had me lay on my stomach and she stood full weight on my back and told Lizanne it would be alright for her to stand on my head while they talked. At first Lizanne was cautious about it, but that would be the last time. Within seconds, I had the entire weight of a total stranger standing right on my face while Gianna gave her instructions and counted 'her' money. After a two minute discussion like this, I was told to crawl to each of my six owners, kiss their feet and beg them to spit in my face once more before I left, which I did.
Now I was led out to the car by Lizanne and still had no idea what the weekend had in store for me. Once we got to the car, much to my horror, there were three other girls in it, all about 25 years of age like Lizanne. In front was Erin (a blonde haired, blue-eyed girl), in the back seat were Lora (a brown haired girl) and April (a tall blonde). I was told to lie on the floor in the back seat under the sneakers of April and Lora, who were still in shock and did not know if I were going to tell them to piss off if they ordered me to lick their shoes or if I would do it. Lora rested her feet on my legs and April put one foot on my shoulder and the other on the back of my head as I layed on my stomach for the two hour ride. Lizanne told them that she stood on my face in the house and that Gianna told her a bunch of stuff they could do to me (I didn't hear what it was in the house due to the fact that Lizanne's sneakers were pressed against my ears). The three other girls just agreed with her on everything, not wanting to offend me as if they still thought of me as a person at this point. That would all soon change.
Soon we were in Wildwood, 90 miles from home, and the girls checked in and then told me to carry their massive amount of luggage into the room as they sat and rested from the trip. When I was done (after 5 trips up and down the stairs) the curtains were drawn and I was first ordered to my hands and knees by Lizanne and warned to "not get up until Sunday afternoon for any reason or I was dead!" The other girls watched in amazement as she told me to crawl to her and clean her shoes, which I did. As I did this she told me that her and the girls would only be wearing shoes to the nightclubs and that the rest of the time they would be walking on the beach and boardwalk barefoot and my job would be to clean their feet right when they came in, one after the other while they sat and relaxed. I answered "Yes Lizanne" as I licked and the other girls broke out in laughter (their first bit of humiliating me and not worrying about hurting my feelings). After I cleaned the bottoms, she took off her shoes, as did the other girls, and Lizanne said to them, "Come on, let's go for a walk". When they left I was shaking like a leaf. I was thinking, who are these girls and how did I get here? I did not want to lick their feet clean from all that sand and dirt all weekend. I did not even know them at all!

After an hour and a half, the door opened and in walked the girls, all smelling of alcohol. Lizanne sat back and said, "Alright slaveboy, clean these feet". As she sat back and I first licked in between each toe, the other girls got a close look and all laughed and said "Ewwwwe" as I swallowed a big piece of toe jam that they spotted. They cracked up laughing when I obediently sucked each toe and licked the top and the filthy, dirty soles spotless. It took about 15 minutes since the bottoms were almost pitch black, but I finished. Next was Lora, who said "Yo, slave-clean these!"

15 minutes later April sat back and simply said, "Next". This was followed by Erin, the most soft spoken of the bunch who just sat back and put her feet up and smiled without saying a word.
As I cleaned their feet the others were showering and getting ready to go out again. When they did, I was ordered to stay under the bed in case they brought guys back to get laid. Luckily, they didn't all weekend. At 4:00 A.M., they returned drunk as ever. April walked in first and said "Yoo-hoo, slaveboy. Come out, come out". As I was coming out head first, April took the opportunity to step on my face with both feet and crack up laughing at what she was doing, after about 30 seconds she got off and a barefooted Lora stepped on the front of my face and said "Kiss the bottom of my feet you piece of shit".
By Sunday, I had also cleaned every one of their grimy bare feet about ten times each foot. I was spit on too many times to count (even by shy and quiet Erin, much to my surprise) and had them stand on my face for minutes each time about ten times each.
t. I had to sleep on my hands and knees at the foot of Lizanne's bed with her big toe in my mouth the entire night and was told that when I heard each of them wake up that I better crawl over to where they were sleeping and make sure that their first step was on my face or else! Besides what I already told you that I ate the only other food was of my choosing except that the rules were that whatever I picked would have to fit under one of their feet in their sneaker while they went out and walked on the boardwalk for an hour or so. I ate a banana, some bread, French fries, and even a hot dog from right out of their sweaty, smelly sneakers during the weekend.
By Sunday, usually my only day off from slave service, we went home. As a 'reward' for my efforts, Gianna and my other five queens had assembled to greet me and put me through my paces because they"missed me so much". When I was returned though, Gianna had invited the other girls in for some drinks and I spent Sunday serving a personal record TEN cruel, bitchy females (each one of them gorgeous) in every manner that I described before. I do not think I will ever forget this 'Irish weekend'.

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