Part III:New Ownership

After being returned from Lizanne back to Gianna, I realized something odd in the next few weeks---I missed Lizanne and was hoping to hear everyday that she was renting my services again. As I worked at cleaning my six owners shoes and feet everyday, my heart was just not into it as before. While I never did enjoy doing these things, I had always done them because that was what made Gianna happy and I loved the ground she walked on. But now my feelings were changing. I no longer loved Gianna but instead could not stop thinking about the time I spent slaving for Lizanne and her friends for the weekend. So I decided to take a bold chance. I no longer wanted to be Gianna's slave and considered telling her and her friends to go fuck themselves before I left but decided that maybe I shouldn't make them madder than I would and have the whole world know my secrets so I just did not show up at Gianna's house one day and instead went to Lizanne's.
When I arrived, I stood on her step for about 10 minutes not having the courage to knock. What if she did not like having a slave and that is why she never tried it again? What if she had a new permanent slave and I would be left without Gianna or Lizanne? Finally, I knocked. When Lizanne answered she looked surprised to se me. She said, "What's up? Did Gianna send you over?"
This is when I told her my feelings and she sat quietly and thought about it while I stood before her. After a few minutes she said, "Alright, I guess I could stand loosing my friend Gianna if it meant gaining a full-time slave."
With this I got on my hands and knees and began to thank her when she stopped me in my tracks. She said that I would have to agree to sign paperwork saying that she owned me and could do as she pleased, including selling or killing me (paperwork or no, I don't think this was legal but it made her feel more secure of her slave, so I signed). After signing, the next few weeks were wonderful, I served as her ashtray, her shoe shiner and her foot cleaner 24 hours a day as she owned her own home and made me move in. I had never heard from Gianna or anyone else in the real world for many weeks until one day when Lizanne told me that she had decided to take offers on selling me. When I heard this my heart sank and I almost began to cry. I thought of running away, like with Gianna, but remembered the paper I signed and did not want to break my word to the beautiful Lizanne. The next few weeks would be the first contact I had with anyone other than my owner.
The first prospective buyers were two girls that I had known before I became a slave. One was my old buddy Jack's ex-girlfriend Maria and her friend Candy. When I first saw them I was on my hands and knees with Lizanne's five toes in my mouth for about an hour while she watched T.V. when the doorbell rang. She yelled, "Come in" and my palms grew sweaty as I had no idea who was coming in but knew that whoever it was would see me in this position. When I saw it was Maria I almost shit myself. I remembered stories Jack used to tell me before he moved away of how she was a lunatic and would swing baseball bats at him and stuff when she got mad. Well, she didn't change. She had come over with her friend to try me out. She looked at me on my hands and knees sucking Lizanne's toes and said, "Oh, I used to know him".
After that Lizanne told me to take her foot out of my mouth and face Maria on my knees and not move a muscle. I had to stay still as I watched her swing her leg back like a football place-kicker and kick me right in the face with all of her might just for her amusement. As I fell to the ground I had never felt so much pain in my life. Before I knew what hit me, her friend's sneaker sole casually was stepping on the side of my cheek and was followed by the other one along the side of my forehead. As Candi stood on my head, Maria talked about the price for my ownership and it was the most physical pain that I had ever felt. Before they left two hours later, Maria had stood on the front of my face and wiped off her shoes and her bare feet after I licked them clean, and Candi had spit in my face about twenty times.
As it turns out, they weren't serious about buying but only came over for a free sample.
The next to come over was two days later. I also knew her--it was Mira Van Enngle, the richest and most beautiful girl in the city. Every guy wanted her not only for her beauty but for her father's money too. With this combination all of her life, Mira was the most spoiled girl in the city and took everything for granted. She came over and poked and prodded at me like someone would at the tires of a used car. She sat and relaxed and questioned Lizanne about me with her legs crossed as I licked the dirt off of the bottom of her boots like it was normal for her to get this kind of service (with her lifestyle, it might have been). After the shoes, she casually mentioned that her "feet were sweaty and she would need them cleaned." I was so amazed by how she really seemed to think that she deserved this and was not at all taken back by another human being licking the sweat and dirt off of her bare feet as she sat and relaxed. Thanks to the full length mirror in Lizanne's living room, I was able to observe how she just was able to casually finish the last fifteen minutes of her conversation with Lizannne as she stood on my face. She would not have felt any different if she were standing on a pillow instead of a human head. When she was finished talking she said goodbye to Lizanne, walked off of my face, and left without every acknowledging my presence. The second she was out the door, Lizanne was back to watching T.V. and my foot kissing continued.
In the last two weeks I have had four more potential 'buyers' come over; three militant black females who made me crawl to them and kiss their feet as they yelled at me, a heavy set girl who, thankfully, was afraid to walk on me but loved stepping on my face, Lora, Lizanne's friend from the Irish Weekend, who always seems to want to try me out when she has to clean her feet, and two gothic girls who had me lick their boots clean as they told Lizanne they needed a practice dummy for their cult rituals (thank God they were broke). So for now I am still Lizanne's slave but who knows what tomorrow holds. When and if anything happens, and if I am physically able to get to a computer, you guys will read about it. Until then, pray for me that my new owner is not too rough on me.

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