6^th Day: The Game

I woke up early in a very good mood, I must admit. I shaved myself, tied up my room and started working. Being very careful not to make any noise, I went to Madame’s bathroom to prepare everything for her. I made sure that the tab was full of hot water, dry towels were at hand, foam bath, conditioners and beauty things that might be required were all there.
I then went downstairs to prepare her usual breakfast dish. I caught myself whistling softly. Yes, I was really happy. Yesterday, I think that I proved to my Madame my total devotion to her. She must know by now, I thought. She must have realized how I feel about her. Oh God, if you could show me any other way to prove my total submission to her!

Coffee, orange juice, toasted bread, butter and marmalade were all on the dish when her bedroom bell rang.
I rushed upstairs, holding the dish carefully in my hands.

- May I enter Madame? I asked
- Come in slave ! she said.
- Your humble slave bids you good morning.

I entered her room and placed the dish on her lap, carefully holding my eyes down. I then assumed my usual kneeling position my her bed. She started eating her breakfast. If only I was allowed to look at her face! I could maybe understand her thoughts about me. Of course I didn’t dare looking at her in the face. My eyes were fixed to her feet under the bed sheets.

- How was your day yesterday? She finally asked me.
- I think that I did quite well Madame, I replied. My only thought was to follow your orders, to keep you satisfied. I’m afraid I did some mistakes, but Miss Angela was kind enough to point them out to me in her own good way. But I can assure you that I won’t make them again. I hope that you humble slave hasn’t disappointed you.
- We’ll see about that; I’m meeting her later in the morning. I hope she was generally satisfied with your services. I don’t want her to think that my personal slave is worthless.
Anyway, I wish to take a bath. Is everything in order? She asked.
- Yes Madame, everything is in order.

She sat on the bed, while her beautiful feet rest on my palms, to receive her usual worship.
I kissed her divine toes with gentleness and passion. She let me worship her feet for a longer time than usual. Maybe she wanted to make sure that I was still her obedient slave. Or maybe to make me see that her toenails needed my tender attention. In fact the polish was not shining according to my standards. Who knows…

She then pushed me away, pointing to her slippers.
I carefully put them on and followed her to the bathroom.
She slipped herself in the bath tab, handing me her night gown behind the drown curtains I helped her with her bath, as I did the other day, gently scrubbing her body with a soft sponge. When I reached her feet, she started playing with my face, using her foam soaked feet. She used her right sole to rub my face, leaving me full of foam wetting my hair. She then took my nose in between her toes, occasionally squeezing, while she pushed her left foot in my mouth, leaving me without breath. My mouth was now full of foam and tasted bitter. But I didn’t complain.

Finally she ordered be to bring her a large towel, which she wrapped around her body while she was coming out of the water.
Yes, I told to my self. She is a real Goddess. How lucky I was to be her slave! She’s so beautiful! She’s so divine!
I knelt to the floor, in front of her placing soft kisses to her wet feet.

- I’m your humble slave Madame! Your wish is my command. Thank you ever so much for giving me the privilege to serve you.

She slightly raised her right foot. I immediately understood and placed my left hand under it facing up. Stepping on my hand, she raised the other foot and I put my right hand underneath. Now she was standing on my palms, while I was still kissing her feet. I took a glance at the large bathroom mirror. The scene was thrilling!
There she was, standing on my hands, holding her balance on the wall, in complete power, while me, her slave, her foot carpet, was placing kisses on her feet, showing his total devotion to her. Yes! I’ m sure I’ve found the meaning of my life! I was born and grew up, only to become Madame’s dedicated slave. There is nothing else I could ever wish for. Being her humble slave, is what’s right for me. Obeying her orders is the only thing that means to me. I was now absolutely sure that she was the only person who knew what’s good for me.
As I could occasionally see from the mirror, she was looking down at me with a smile of satisfaction. Her face showed her absolute power over me, literally and mentally. My hands felt numb after all this pressure on them.
She then lied down on the easy chair and I started drying her hair. She didn’t pay any attention to me, apart from giving me orders on what I should do next. I gave her a manicure as before and a more professional pedicure than the other day. I didn’t have to soak her feet with my mouth, since they were already soaked from the bath. All this time she was reading a fashion magazine, sometimes giving me orders and advice about beauty tips.
This time she told me to paint her toenail a light pink, that make them look so tender and beautiful. I dried her toenails with my breath as usual and went on softly massaging her feet with lotion.
By the time I finished, her feet were in perfect shape (and so was the rest of her). I started kissing her toes, to show that I finished. She didn’t pay any attention to me. I went on kissing her feet, since I realized that this was her wish. My lips were full of lotion from her feet.

Finally she looked down at me.

- You did a fine job with my feet, slave! I must admit it. I’m very pleased with your services. I hope you keep up the good work.
- Thank you very much Madame for your nice words. They are the best present that a slave can have. I’m so happy that I was able to serve you properly.
- I think that you’ll make a very good slave after all. You are not only learning fast, but you seem devoted to your Madame with sincere feelings. With my instructions and training you’ll become quite good in serving a woman like me. So far so good, but always remember who’s the boss.

Giving her a last kiss on each one of her pink painted toenails, I put her slippers on and followed her to her bedroom.
I helped her with her clothes. She then sat on a chair, ordering me to put her stockings on. I knelt before her and she extended her right foot. Very carefully I slipped the stocking up her toes, to her heel, up her knee. There she told me to stop, offering her left foot. I put the stocking on her foot and bowed my head down at her feet. She stood up pulling the stockings up her shapely legs. She then sat down, for me to put her shoes on. This time she chose a pair of black high heel pumps. I could not help but kissing her shoes many times, showing my total devotion to her.

- I’ll be back in the afternoon. Have dinner ready, she said.
- May I ask if Madame wishes something in particular for dinner?
-Oh yes! Good thinking. Something light, perhaps spaghetti bolognese with a juicy fruit salad. And don’t forget your lovely cake.
I have to go now, she said and pushed me away with her foot.

She stood up and went downstairs. Soon enough I heard her car driving away. I was alone in the house and so many things to do! Would I make them all up in time? Calm down I said to myself. You’ll do fine. Madame said that you’re a good slave. She must be satisfied with you, she knows better than you. Put yourself together and better write down what you have to do, in case you forget.
I went to my bedroom and made a list for the things I had to do:
Clean the bathroom.
Make Madame’s bedroom.
Clean Madame’s shoes.
Clean the Kitchen and do the dishes.
Sweep the floor.
Prepare dinner.
Take a shower.

Well, I thought. It’s not that bad, let’s get started.

It’s very important having a plan for your work. Moving around Madame’s house, I did my chores, looking at my list, almost timing myself. By noon everything was ready apart from dinner and my shower.
No time to waste, I thought. I rushed to the kitchen to prepare dinner. The phone rang. I picked it up.

- Madame Smith’s residence…
- Hello Madame!
- I finished cleaning up and I’m preparing your dinner. What are your orders? …
- Everything will be ready Madame. I’ll do my best to keep you and your guests satisfied…
- Of course Madame! Dinner for four. Everything will be in order when you and your guests arrive…
- I perfectly understand Madame. I won’t disappoint you…
- Your humble slave bids you good day …

I must be very careful. Madame had invited three of her friends for dinner. Miss Sheila, Miss Angela, and Miss Kate. They’ll be here by five p.m. I remembered Miss Sheila; I was ordered to kiss her dusty boots, during Madame’s get well party. And how could I forget Miss Angela! I was at her house only yesterday! I didn’t know Miss Kate, but I was soon to find out.

I put all my efforts to prepare Madame’s dinner as best as I could. It was about four thirty when dinner was ready, the table was set and I went upstairs to take a shower and get dressed for the occasion.

At five o’clock I assumed my kneeling position by the door, waiting for my Madame, holding her slippers in my hands.
I didn’t have to wait long. Soon I heard her car approaching. I heard them laughing outside the door. I was so anxious! The door opened. I bowed my head down. I could only see four pairs of shoes. The last one was my Madame’s. I kissed them passionately.

- Good afternoon Madame! Your wish is my command, I said
- Hello slave. I hope dinner’s ready. We’re starving.

They went straight to the living room and took their seats around the table. Madame didn’t bother to have her slippers on. I served them dinner and poured some wine in their glasses. They didn’t pay any attention to me at all. They were talking and laughing all the time. Madame addressed me only to give me orders about serving them and pouring some more wine.

- Lovely dinner, Miss Angela said. You’re so lucky to have him my dear!
- You think so Angie? Thank you very much, Madame replied.
- I must say I’m impressed, Miss Sheila added. It’s hard to find good servants these days. Well done Samantha!
- Let’s go and sit at the couch, Madame said. Slave make us some coffee.

They sat down and I rushed to the kitchen to make coffee. Soon I came back with coffee and cakes. I served coffee and cake and knelt by my Lady. Miss Sheila was sitting next to her, Miss Angela took her place in an arm chair on the right while Miss Kate sat opposite to her to the left.
Madame extended her beautiful feet. I placed them on my lap and very gently took her shoes off. I kissed her stockined feet. She lowered her stockings to knee height and very carefully I pulled them off, revealing her divine feet in all their beauty. I kissed her naked sweaty feet and put her slippers on.

- Sheila, would you like to take your boots off, Madame asked.
- Yes of course, she said.
- Me too, Miss Angela added impatiently.
- Don’t forget me, Miss Kate added laughingly.
- Come on slave, do your duty.

I assumed my kneeling position in front of Miss Sheila’s booted feet. She extended her feet and I pulled her boots off after kissing them gently. Her feet were a bit smelly but I didn’t mind. I went on pulling her stockings off, revealing her beautiful feet. I finished by placing soft kisses on her smelly toes.
I then went to Miss Angela. I kissed her shoes and took them off. She rubbed her sweaty feet on my face. She deliberately pressed my nose with her soles, to inhale her foot aroma. Finally she let me pull her stockings off. She pressed my face on the floor, resting her feet on my head.

- Samantha dear, don’t you think his face makes a nice foot stool?
- Yes Angie, how cute.

- I think that his face is made for my feet. Look how nicely my sole rests on his cheek. Perfect match!
- Nice pedicure Angie! Where did you get it? Sheila asked.
- Well it’s our little secret, isn’t it Samantha?

They all laughed.

- Hey Angela, don’t you think you had enough? Miss Kate asked. I want to have a go too.
- OK dear, he’s all yours. But first he has to kiss my feet as well.

She lifted my face with her left foot, while she pressed her right sole on my mouth. I placed soft kisses on her wet sole an toes.

- Come on slave, Miss Angela said. Say something cute. Please me you miserable subhuman!
- It’s a great honor to kiss your glorious feet Miss Angela! I said. Thank you ever so much for allowing me to kiss your tender soles!
- How cute! Well done slave, Madame said and they all laughed.

Now it was Miss Kate’s turn. She was sitting opposite to Miss Angela, her shapely legs crossed. I stood up and walked towards her. I hadn’t met her before, so I couldn’t know her intentions. She wasn’t in Madame’s party the other day. I was sure about this.

-Hey stop! Miss Kate ordered. Not so soon. I want you to crawl to my feet. On your belly slave. Crawl, swim to my feet !

I lied down on my belly and started crawling.

- Like a fish out of water! Miss Sheila giggled.

Finally I reached Miss Kate’s right foot. Her left foot was crossed, dangling impatiently. I kissed the tip of her shoe.

- What is your wish Miss Kate? I asked with a sincere voice.

She uncrossed her legs and rest her left foot on my head, pressing hard to the floor. I had the chance to see that she did not were stockings. It was the shoe leather between me and her naked feet.

- Take my shoes off slave. But you must not use your hands. Your mouth should be enough, she said meaningfully. Kneel and put your hands at your back.
She lifted her left foot towards my face. I took the tip of her shoe in my mouth and started pulling. At the same time she bent her toes downwards, making it impossible for the shoe to come off. She laughed

- What’s wrong slave? Can’t you even take a shoe off? You worthless idiot! You’re supposed to take it off, not eat it! Try again. She crossed her legs.

This time I bent forward, passing my head under her sole, grabbing her pointed heel in my mouth. I gently pulled. I was lucky. The shoe came off. I left it on the floor and started kissing her naked sole. She had baby soft sole.

- Forgive me Miss Kate for being so clumsy. It won’t happen again. May I take your other shoe off now?
- Yes, you may do so! She replied, swapping feet.

I took her other shoe off the same way. I started kissing her sole. She bent down and slapped me on the face.

- That’s for being clumsy.

She slapped me again

- And that for not being clumsy in the future.

They all laughed loudly. I took Miss Kate’s beautiful foot in my hands and kissed it obediently.

- I’m so sorry Miss Kate to have upset you. Pleasse forgive me!

She totally ignored me and turned to Madame.

- Samantha love, you told me about your new pet, but he’s got a lot to learn yet. He’s keen, but still untrained. Maybe he hasn’t understood his position yet.
- Come on Kate, Madame smiled. Don’t be so hard on him. I’ve only got him for less than a week. Of course he’s not properly trained yet, but he learns fast, I think. And frankly, maybe I’m not that good in training. I never had a slave before.

Miss Kate pressed my head hard on the floor, and rest her feet on my face. I lied there motionless. She then went on with the conversation.

- Well, I never had a slave before and I think I never will. Some people get all the luck, she sighed. But I could think of a lot of things to prepare him for his slave duties, as long as I’m convinced that he’s qualified for the position.
-What do you mean Kate? Madame asked. I think he’s dedicated to me isn’t he?
- Maybe so, but all this time, he gets orders from me, without seeking your approval. You call this devotion? If I had a slave, I would demand to get orders from me only, unless I told him otherwise.

- Come on Kate, Angela said. I had him yesterday, and he only obeyed me because Samantha told him to do so. Don’t you call this devotion?
- I’m not sure, she giggled. Maybe you’re right. But I still think that he is to obey his Mistress and always be able to spot her out.

She rubbed her soles against my forehead.

- What do you think slave, do you know who your Mistress is?
- I totally belong to Madame, I said firmly. I would recognize her everywhere.
- Let’s have a game, shall we? But first Samantha I’d love some more coffee.
- More coffee for me and my friends, slave, Madame ordered.

Miss Kate pulled her feet from my face and I rushed to the kitchen to make some more coffee. Somehow I felt that coffee was just an excuse for not listening their plans. In fact I could hear them whispering and laughing, but could not make out what they were saying. I was soon to find out.

After a couple of minutes I went back in the living room and poured some more coffee in their cups.

- Get me a scarf from upstairs, a piece of paper and a pen .Bring your dog leash too. Madame ordered.
- Certainly Madame. Your wish is my command.

I went upstairs, picked my leash from my bedroom and a long scarf from Madame’s wardrobe. I also picked her notebook from her desk. I was worried that something was going wrong. I felt upset and confused. Did I make a mistake? Did I do something wrong? I came down and knelt by Madame’s feet, giving her the things she asked.

Miss Kate stood up, took the scarf and using it as a blindfold she covered my eyes. I couldn’t see a thing. I felt someone grabbing my hands and securing them at my back, with the dog leash. I was then kicked down on the floor. I was beginning to feel scared by now. What were they up to? Miss Kate said something about a game, I remembered. Was I part of it?

Then Madame began talking.

- Kate had a lovely idea. We’re going to play a game. We, or better say Kate just invented it to prove her point. We call it ‘Spot that foot’.

They all laughed.

- The first part of the game is quite simple. You only have to guess if the foot that touches you belong to me. Madame said. You just say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ Let us begin.

Suddenly a sole pressed my face hard, squeezing me to the ground. I could hardly breath. Whose foot was it? How was I to find out? Think fast I said to myself. Or you’ choke to death. Yes that’s it. The smell. How didn’t I think of it before? I had been kissing Madame’s feet many times for the last few days. Yes, I re member their aroma. How could I forget? Concentrate, I said to myself. Definitely this smell does not belong to Madame.

- NO, I stumbled.
- Don’t say anything Sheila, Miss Kate spoke. Just write ‘R’ for right and ‘W’ for wrong.

Another foot came down on me, forcing me to open my mouth to accept her toes. The owner of the foot spread her toes inside my mouth. I had to open wide in case I hurt her. Remember the smell!

-NO!
- Bring a chair, will you? I heard Angela saying. (At least I could understand their voices).

This time a pair of soles pressed hard on my cheeks. Her heels landed on my blindfolded eyes. How could I be wrong? I could recognize this aroma between hundreds of female feet. It meant so much to me. It must be Madame’s divine feet resting on my face. I had no doubt about it. I could even recognize the fragrance from the lotion I put on them in the morning.

- YES!, I said firmly.

Another foot came down on my face, squeezing my nose between her toes. All of them were laughing now. But I was quick enough to catch the smell.

- NO!

The game went on for quite sometime. Madame’s feet came down on me a couple of times, if I’m not mistaken. My face smelled like feet by now. But I didn’t mind. I only hoped that I was right in my answers. I wanted so much to please my Madame. To prove her that I was able to recognize her in any situation, no matter what. To prove her that I was worthy of her trust.

- Let’s have a rest shall we? Madame said. Slave, you stay there.

I was left there, lying on the floor, blindfolded for some time. I couldn’t realize how long. I was so excited. All this time they talked and laughed, paying no attention to me. They deliberately didn’t talk about my success or failure. My anxiety was to continue.

- Now for the second part of the game slave, Madame said. You are to recognize the person who touches you with her feet. But first let me tell you that you did very well in the first part. You spotted my feet all the times. It seems that Kate was right about the game and wrong about you, after all. At least you always know who your Madame is, isn’t it Kate?
- Yes, I must admit that I’m impressed. He’s quite talented, Miss Kate said laughingly. He’s definitely your slave, and you’re certainly his Mistress. I think he’s attracted to your feet like a bee to flowers.
- Let’s do it, Miss Angela said. But this time Sam you’re out of the game. It’s no fun since he can recognize you.
-All right. It’s the three of you. I’ll keep a record.

A pair of feet came down at me again, pressing my cheeks hardly. This time the smell was not so helpful. I smelled all their feet when I took their shoes off, but not long enough to remember each one. I took my tongue out and licked her toes, trying to make something out from the taste. Maybe they belong to Miss Angela, but I wasn’t sure. I licked underneath the big toenail. The finish was so smooth. Yes, I remembered the remark about Angela’s pedicure when I took her stockings off. I was surely licking a pedicured foot, not belonging to Madame. It must be Miss Angela

- Miss Angela, I said firmly.
- Amazing, someone said. But maybe they were bluffing.

Another foot came down on me, pressing really hard. She must have used all her weight on my poor face. She twisted her foot on my face, like trying to put off a cigarette on the ground. It really hurt a lot. Who could it be? Who would want to hurt me that much. It must be Miss Kate, I thought. She’s angry for proving her wrong. I tried to feel her sole with my tongue. It felt velvet soft. Yes, this foot definitely belongs to Miss Kate. I remembered her soft soles when I first kissed her feet.

- Miss Kate!

Another foot gently caressed my face. The toes looked familiar. It was all so easy now. Definitely Miss Angela again, I thought. If I was right, everything was easy now. I could recognize Miss Kate’s and Miss Angela’s feet. The next pair of feet would be Miss Sheila’s.

- Miss Angela, again! I said firmly.

This went on for about one hour. They kept teasing me, although I somehow knew that I was right in all cases. Finally they stopped.
Someone released my hands and took the blindfold. Suddenly light came into my eyes, causing pain and tears. I could not clearly see at first. When things cleared, I was able to see Madame sitting on the couch. I crawled to her feet, put my hands around them and started kissing Madame’s toes in total submission.

- He’s good, all right, Miss Kate said. You are a perfect trainer after all Samantha, don’t be so modest any more. If I ever find someone like him, I’ll ask your advice on his training.
- Thanks Kate, Madame said. I really enjoyed the game. We have to do it again some other time.
- Why not. It was fun, wasn’t it slave?
- Yes Miss Kate. I’m so happy to have you satisfied. I’ m so lucky to have met Madame!
- I think we should call it a day, don’t you think? Miss Sheila asked. I had great fun, but tomorrow is a busy day.
- Don’t you want to wash your feet first? Madame asked. My slave cleaned the house in the morning, but walking barefoot always makes your feet dirty.
- It’s OK Sam, I’ll take a shower when I get back home. No reason upsetting your bathroom.
- My slave will clean them for you here. If you go now you’ll miss the best part, won’t she Angela?
- Samantha is right Sheila. You’ll miss the fun.
- What’s all about it girls? Sheila giggled. Is there something I don’t know?
- Well are you in or out? Madame asked.
- OK, OK, but make it quick. I really have to be going soon. It’s almost midnight and I have to wake up early tomorrow.
-But of course Sheila, Madame said. Slave do your duty!

I took my place in front of Miss Sheila’s feet, to offer her a foot bath according to Madame’s standards. I took her right foot gently in my hands and kissed it softly. Miss Sheila was staring at me curiously. I then started with her toes, carefully sucking each one of them, using my tongue to remove any dirt in between.

- It’s ticklish! She laughed. But I like it. I never thought a man would be licking my feet clean. It’s a strange sensation of power. You were right girls. It’s the best part of it.

When I finished with her sweet toes, I went on licking her sole. Pieces of dirt were stuck underneath, but my trained tongue did a fine job I think. Using my teeth with great care, I cleaned her heels, only to realize that she too, needed a proper pedicure. Maybe Madame will arrange it. I finished by licking her upper part with long tender strokes of my tongue. Her feet tasted so nice! I was getting used to this taste by now. I liked it very much!

- May I have the honor of cleaning the other foot Miss Sheila, I humbly asked.
- Yes, of course, she answered, swapping feet.

Using the same method, I cleaned her left foot as well. When I finished, I placed her foot carefully on the floor, bent down and gave each toe a warm kiss. I then took her stockings and helped her put them on. Again I kissed her stockined feet, before putting her shoes on. A final kiss on the tips of her shoes finished the whole act of a proper foot bath. Meanwhile, Madame called for a taxi to drive Miss Sheila home.

- Thank you very much Miss Sheila for letting me wash your divine feet!
- Good work slave, she said. I’ll keep it in mind when I come again.

The taxi arrived, and soon enough Miss Sheila was gone.
I was then ordered to attend Miss Kate’s beautiful feet. She told me to lie down in front of her and used my face for a footstool. She was intentionally pressing her soles on my mouth and nose, to make my breathing difficult, and my air full of her foot aroma.

- Samantha dear, I spent a wonderful afternoon, Miss Kate said. I really enjoyed it. If you ever get bored of him, let me know. I’ll be happy to take over.
- Not so fast Kate, Miss Angela joked. I believe I come first.
- Don’t worry girls, Madame said. He’s a keen slave and he’ll always have some spare time to serve you every now and then.

Miss Kate look down on me and ordered to clean her feet. She then went on with her conversation.
She was very demanding in her request, inspecting the result, making me to lick them clean over and over again. I must have thoroughly licked each foot for at least three times, until she was satisfied with my work. She even smelled her feet to make sure the foot aroma was totally gone, before letting me kiss them for the finishing touches.

- This I call a proper foot bath, Miss Kate said as I was still kissing her feet.

She placed her left foot on the floor, ordering me to keep kissing, while she rest her right foot on my head. I had to put a lot of strength on my neck, to support the weight of her foot, while still kissing the other one.

- Look Angela, a kissing foot stool! She joked, and they all laughed.
- Come on Kate, let me have a go as well! Miss Angela complained. You used him for almost an hour. It’s my turn now.
- OK, Angela, although rumors say that you had him for a whole day!
- Well, that might be true, but it’s different now. I can’t leave with dirty feet, can I?
- All right, you can have him, after he puts my shoes on.

I helped her with her shoes, and kissed the tips of them as usual. She then pushed me away with her feet. I knelt before Miss Angela, ready to begin my work. She offered me her left foot first, telling me to start with her sole. Using long strokes with my tongue, I cleaned every piece of dirt from her sole and heel. She then offered me her other foot, telling me to leave her toes last. I did as I was told. When I announced that I had finished, she lifted her left foot and pressed her toes into my mouth. I was taken by surprise, but I reacted quickly. Opening my mouth as much as I could, I managed to have all her five toes in my mouth. In fact almost half of her foot was resting in my mouth cushioned by my tongue..

- Soak them properly foot slave! She said.

I was sucking her toes, using my tongue to clean underneath. My jaws were aching, but no reason to complain. It was my duty to obey and act accordingly.
When she was satisfied, she put her right foot in my mouth, pressing really hard, as if trying to insert all of it into my aching mouth. Again I could hardly breath, but I managed to give her toes a proper cleaning. She then ordered me to put my hands on the floor and she rest her feet on them. She told me that I was to give consecutive strokes with my tongue on the upper parts. I did as I was told, and after a while I was kissing her clean feet to show that I had finished.

She pointed to her stockings and went on with the conversation with the others.
I very carefully put her silk stockings on her lovely feet, kissing them softly continuously. I finished by putting her shoes on, giving a final kiss on the tips.

- Thank you very much Miss Angela for letting me clean your glorious feet! I said.

She pushed me away, sending me crawling to the floor.

- I think it’s time to go home Sam, she said.
- Me too, Miss Kate added, Samantha would you call for another taxi? Or maybe your slave could call one.
-Certainly not in his condition! Madame said. His face is full of our foot dirt. I don’t want him to touch the phone. I’ll do it.

I was ordered to lie in front of my lady now, to be used as her foot stool. After a couple of minutes the taxi arrived. Madame stepped over me to greet her friends goodnight and came back to sit on the couch. One foot has now resting on my face, while the other on my chest. I was so tired, but I still had to clean Madame’s feet.

- How was your day, slave? She asked me.
- I had a very exciting day Madame! I said. I only hope I was up to your expectations. This is the only thing that matters to me. I am your humble slave Madame. My only objective is to keep you satisfied.
- Wash my feet slave, she said and switched the TV on.

This was the happiest moment for me. To attend to Madame’s feet. After all these hours attending her friends, I felt that Madame was left behind, so I had to make up for her.
I took her foot in my hands, kissing it continually, licking away any dirt, sucking away any sweat from the day. I was so happy again. I totally forgot that I was tired. Licking Madame’s feet was the best way to gain my lost energy. I tried as much as I could not to disturb her comfort. I was moving my head around her divine feet instead of moving them, always licking and kissing. I was feeling that I was part of her feet now, isn’t it strange?
I was so keen I doing a perfect job, that I didn’t notice that she was staring at me all this time, instead of watching TV.

- You ARE a good slave. You really satisfied me today. I’m really proud to have you in my service. Your dedication is sincere, my poor slave. In fact Angela told me that you did very well yesterday. It’s hard to believe that a man could reach so low, to obey a woman’s wishes. I never thought that the best reward for a man in my service, would be to allow him to worship me in any way I like. This gives me a great feeling of power over you, my poor slave. I like the idea that you totally belong to me. That I can consider you as nothing more than a furniture in my house. Something I use as I like, even sell it if it pleases me. Don’t you agree?
-YES Madame! Your wish is my command. I’ll always be your obedient slave. My life belongs to you, my body belongs to you, everything I am, belongs to you.
- Enough now slave! I wish to sleep. Put my slippers on.

I put her slippers on and followed her to her bedroom. I helped her undress and gave her the usual goodnight worship by kissing her naked feet.

- Your humble slave bids you good night Madame, I said and left her room.

I went to my little room and got ready for bed. I lied down. I was so tired, but so happy at the same time. Madame told me so many good words about me. I was thrilled.

Madame is so good to me.
Madame means everything to me…
Tomorrow, I’ll try to become even better. What else a slave would ask for?

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