7th Day: "MS Office Training"

I woke up early this morning, only to realize that I didn’t tie up yesterday evening. I was so tired and excited last night, that I had forgotten all about it. Not to mention the strong taste still in my mouth. My face smelled also, after all these feet playing with it. My tongue felt hard, quite logical since it almost became part of a shoe sole yesterday. But it was a good day still. Madame was pleased with my progress and she told me so. What else could I ask?

No, time to think, I thought. Too many things to be done before Madame wakes up. I rushed to the bathroom to take a shower and make myself presentable to Madame. I could see from the small window in my bathroom that today was going to be a shiny day. I rushed downstairs to tie everything up and prepare Madame’s breakfast. I then went to Madame’s bathroom to check her collection of shoes. Today was going to be a nice day, I thought.

Maybe she wants open shoes, I had better make sure they are clean. Using a soft wet cloth I started cleaning some of her shoes (no time to finish all pairs). I was so keen, even trying to remove the slightest spots of dust under the soles. Madame had great taste. Her shoes were wonderful, even without her divine feet in them. I cleaned each pair very carefully, kissing it softly at the end. It was strange but I felt that I was honoring Madame, by just kissing her shoes.

Then Madame’s bell rang. I rushed downstairs to pick her breakfast dish. I was knocking at her door in no time, hoping that I hadn’t forgotten anything. She told me to enter.

- Good morning Madame! Your wish is my command, I said as I was entering her room.

As always, I placed the dish on her bed and assumed my kneeling position by the bed.

- How does my slave feel today? She asked sipping her juice.

- Very well Madame, thank you very much for your concern, I said.

- Aren’t you tired?

- NO Madame, serving you never, tires me. I’m here to obey your wishes.

I wasn’t looking at her in the face but I could feel she was staring at me carefully.

- What do you think of my friends, slave? She suddenly asked.

I was caught by surprise. Who was I to criticize her friends? What should I say to keep her satisfied? I felt I didn’t have the right to answer this question. On the other hand, Madame asked me, I had to give her an answer. Why did she asked me? What does she really want to find out?

- Did you loose your speech, slave? I asked you a simple question.

- … Ah, no Madame. … Of course not! … I was just puzzled. A good slave is only to obey his Mistress’ wishes. Who am I to criticize your friends? My position does not permit me this privilege.

- It is my wish that you answer, slave. She said seriously.

- YES Madame, your wish is my command! I said. If Madame permits me I would say that all her friends are very nice persons.

- Even Kate, who tormented you so hard with her feet?

- I was only obeying your orders Madame. My intentions were to satisfy your wishes. If this meant I had to become Miss Kate’s foot carpet, I would never complain, since it was your own wish. If I only there was a good way to show Madame my appreciation and absolute, total submission to her!

- Don’t worry, there will be someday. She said meaningfully.

- Thank you ever so much Madame! I said.

- Did you know that Kate is my step sister?

I was astonished!

- No Madame! Forgive me, I had no idea. I hope I didn’t do anything wrong to offend you!

- We are not alike. She always thinks I had better opportunities in life than her. She usually says that I had all the money, while she had all the work. Anyway, she’s not such a bad girl after all. I love her and she loves me too, in her own way. You have to remember that!

- Yes Madame, I will. Thank you ever so much for trusting me your thoughts. I’ll do my best never to let you down.

She put the tray aside and sat up, placing her naked feet on my waiting hands. I started placing soft kisses to her lovely toes.

- Thank you very much Madame for allowing me to kiss your divine feet. Kissing your feet is the most rewarding present for your humble slave.

- Enough, she suddenly said. I’m going to town and you’re coming with me.

She went to the bathroom and I patiently waited, still knelling on the floor. I was beginning to feel excited about last news. I was going with Madame to the town! I was actually going to walk at her side between other people. What a great honor for a slave!

When she came back, I helped her get dressed. God, she looked so smart! She then ordered me to bring her a pair of red leather high heeled sandals. I found them in her shoe closet and came back to put them on. She sat on the chair and crossing her legs she offered me her naked foot. I very carefully put her shoe on, carefully fastening the laces around her shapely calves. I kissed her toes at the tips of her shoe. She changed legs and I put her other shoe too, kissing her toes at the end.

When she stood up I bowed my head to the ground, put my arms around her legs and kissed her feet, to show her my submission.

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

- I’ll be waiting in the car, don’t be late. She said and left the room picking her bag.

I quickly took the breakfast dish to the kitchen and rushed to my room to get dressed. My only clothes were the ones I first came here almost a week ago. They had to make do. I got dressed and harried downstairs, very happy and excited. Madame is taking me out, I thought. I was thrilled.

I sat in her car and she drove off.

It was my second time going out after my enslavement. I tried to relax, looking the country side around me. Indeed it was a beautiful day. Morning mist was going away, leaving a green velvet like carpet behind it. Why shouldn’ I be happy? I thought. I had everything I ever wished, though I didn’t know a week ago. I manage to catch a glance at Madame while she was driving. She was so beautiful! So relaxed! And I was sitting next to her. Her humble slave was sitting next to her.

We reached the town and Madame parked the car near the shopping center. She came out ordering me to follow. Soon we were among a lot of people, me walking obediently one step behind. No she didn’t tell me so, I just thought it to be appropriate. I think I did the right thing. I was feeling a bit lost with all these people around me. I was used to looking at female feet these last days. Now I was looking at faces again. It was funny really, but I just realized that I was looking at faces in all my life, and never got any real idea about the feelings of their owners. For the last days though. I was forced to look at feet only. How many things they could tell me! Feet never lie, I thought and smiled.

We went to a clothing shop, were Madame was generous enough to buy me some casual wear. “You won’t be needing formal clothes any more”, she told me laughingly. I agreed and thanked her sincerely. We then shopped around for a hour or so. I had to carry everything for her, but I didn’t mind.

Then we went to the bank. Madame told me she was thinking of transferring a serious amount of money from one account to another. We entered and she walked past the booths towards the back offices. I followed her. She knocked at a door and entered. There, to my surprise, was Miss Kate sitting behind a huge elegant wooden desk with a leather covered front panel. The door closed behind us. So that what her step sister does for a living, I thought. She’s a bank executive. Madame sat by the desk, while I was patiently standing by

- Hello Kate, Madame said.

- Hi, Samantha, good to see you. I see you brought your pet with you. Strange to see him standing in front of you! Would you like some coffee?

- No thanks, I just had breakfast.

- I bet your slave prepared it for you, Miss Kate said jealously.

- Good morning Miss Kate, I said politely, keeping my eyes to the ground.

Miss Kate pressed the intercom, saying that she was not to be disturbed.

I hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to do, but then I made up my mind to act according to my position. I lied down on the floor next to Madame’s feet, like an obedient dog. As soon as I did this, Madame placed her beautiful feet on my body. Her right shoe rested on my head, while her left on my back. I felt so nice for doing the right thing at the right moment.

They began talking about financial aspects, not paying any attention to me at all. I tried to keep absolutely still, so as not to disturb Madame. I even tried to control my breath, to keep my movements as little as possible. It takes a lot of effort to be a proper human foot stool. I was so anxious to satisfy Madame, that I wasn’t listening their conversation. From a few words I managed to catch, Miss Kate was trying to convince Madame to transfer her money to this bank. Madame was concerned about it. Finance was never my subject, so I stopped paying any attention to the conversation, concentrating at my task as Madame’s foot carpet. I think finally they reached to an agreement.

- So Kate I’ll do the transfer first thing Monday morning.

- Fine Sam, thanks a lot. I’ll have all the paper work ready by Monday, Miss Kate added.

- I have to go now, Madame said. I have an important appointment soon. And I have to put him somewhere safe for an hour or two, Madame said pointing down at me.

- Why don’t you leave him here, dear? He’ll be in good hands, Miss Kate said meaningfully.

- Are you sure? I mean you have work to do. I don’t want him to disturb your job.

- Nonsense Sam, I’ll do fine. My office is large enough and no one enters or leaves without my permission.

Miss Kate stressed her last words carefully.

- OK Kate, if you say so. I’ll come to pick him up in a couple of hours. If you have any problems, call me. I have my mobile phone with me. She turned to me

Obey Kate as if it was me, she said seriously.

- Don’t worry Sam. I’m sure we’ll do fine, Miss Kate said. See you later…

Madame pushed me away with her feet and walked away. I was left there, lying on the floor, not knowing what to do. But then Madame’s last words came to my mind. I was to obey Miss Kate. Simple I thought. Just obey …

Miss Kate stood up and came near me. I could now see her black high heel pumps next to my face. Her legs, covered in slick black stockings, looked absolutely gorgeous.

- What have we got here? She said, lifting my face slightly with the tip of her shoe. I was so anxious to see you again you miserable worm!

- Please forgive me Miss Kate, if I offended you! Please tell me what to do.

- Don’t you worry you stupid thing. You’ll do al lot. And for starters you can kiss my feet to show me your appreciation.

I put my arms around her feet and started kissing the tips of her shoes. She stayed there for sometime, enjoying my submission.

- It’s nice to have a man at my feet, she said. Samantha is a lucky girl. You seem so insignificant you miserable slave! I feel I could crush you under my feet…

- Yes, Miss Kate, I said between kisses. I’m just a humble slave. It’s a great honor to be allowed to kiss your divine feet. Thank you ever so much for your generosity.

- It’s a pity, really. I think every woman in the world should have at least a male slave. This should be the purpose of males in the world. By God, I could turn you into a useful slave if you were mine!

- Please Miss Kate, tell me what I should do to keep you satisfied. My only wish is to obey!

- I see that my sister did some work with your training. I like that. You know your place at our feet and you realize our superiority. If only you were mine, she wondered.

- Madame’s wish is to obey you until she comes back, Miss Kate.

- Yes, slave! You’re right.

She went to her desk and spoke on the intercom again, asking not to be disturbed. She then came back to me. She kicked me on the face.

- On your belly, slave, spread your arms and legs. Time to see what you worth.

I did as I was told. Suddenly she stepped on my back. I was taken by surprise, but I managed to keep still. She actually started walking on my back. Her heels almost pierced my back as she was trying to keep her balance. The pain was awful. I thought that I could never stand it. But I had to, to satisfy Madame’s wishes.

Holding her balance on a chair next to me, she stepped on my face. I was now in great agony. I could hardly breathe. She went on walking on my back, stepping on my face, making my torture unbearable.

- Please Miss Kate, I managed to stumble. I cannot stand it any more. Please forgive me. I’m such a useless slave.

- Yes you are, but you’re learning fast I think. So this is the lesson for now: A slave must be ready to accept everything from his Mistress. Either good, or bad. And be ready to withstand anything, including pain, if she wishes. I was just testing you. Yesterday, when you were properly cleaning my feet , I thought you were very good. Now I see you need a lot of training to become a useful slave. Samantha is very soft and kind on you. That won’t turn you into a good slave. Maybe I’ll have to take up some of your training. I don’t think you’re up to my standards yet.

She stepped down and sat on an armchair, crossing her beautiful legs. I crawled to her feet, trying to forget the pain and started kissing the foot that touched the floor. She rest the other foot on my head.

- Please forgive my awkwardness, Miss Kate. I’m so stupid and useless. Please teach me the right way.

She tapped my head with the sole of her dangling shoe.

- The right way, you fool is the simple way. Obey, obey, obey. And be ready to become everything that your mistress wants. You seem obedient and docile, but you lack the ability to fulfill some simple tasks to keep you Mistress satisfied. Take me for example. What I really wanted a minute ago and you totally failed to succeed, was a human carpet. It was so simple, but you managed to fail.

- I’m so sorry Miss Kate I said still kissing her shoe. Please forgive me. It won’t happen again. It was the first time for me and I realize I disappointed you.

- OK, maybe I was a bit hasty. After all you’re just a slave. What could I expect. But I’ll be generous with you, although you don’t deserve it. Instead of punishing you, I’ll go on with what I call basic training. We’ll start with basics. Do you know what a foot stool is, slave?

- Yes, I think so Miss Kate. A thing to rest your feet.

- Well done. Let’s see if you can be one.

She ordered me to take away the foot stool underneath her desk and take its place. I did as I was told. Her desk was huge, so it wasn’t so difficult to crawl underneath. Soon I was lying on the floor under the desk, waiting orders.

She came and sat on her chair using my body as a foot stool. Her heels pressed me hard, causing a lot of paint but I wouldn’t dare to complain.

- Stay still and keep quiet, slave! She ordered. Or you’ll be punished.

She spoke on the intercom, saying that she’s available again.

Customers came in and out, discussing business, while I was still under her shoes, serving as a human foot stool. She seemed to have forgotten all about me. I was just a piece of furniture to her, something to rest her feet on.

No one noticed my presence, since I was hidden under the desk, behind the leather panel trying to be as quiet as possible. Her sole rubbed hardly on my chins, causing me bruises and pain. But I didn’t mind. I was here under Madame’s orders. So I had to try and obey. My only objective was to keep Madame satisfied. And obeying Miss Kate, was Madame’s wish.

After a while she slipped her shoes off. She pressed her right foot on my chest, while she forced her left foot big toe into my mouth. I started sucking her stockined toe, while another customer came in. I think it was about a bank loan, but I’m not sure. I was so much occupied trying to do my best that I couldn’t follow the conversation. When the customer left, she kicked me hard on the face with her stockined foot.

- You idiot! You wet my stockings. How can you be so useless!

I didn’t say a word. What could I say? She was right. Sucking her toe through the stockings made it wet. She was right.

- Now I have to take them out.

She offered me her feet and very carefully I pulled down her stockings. When her feet were naked, I gently took them in my hands and gave each one of her toes a soft kiss.

She pushed me back and put her feet on me. She thrust her big toe into my mouth again.

- Suck my toes, slave! She said. At least you know how to do this.

I started sucking her big toe, kissing it at the same time. Using my well trained tongue, I removed any dirt in between, before going on to the next toe. I had to support her foot with my hands too, to make her feel comfortable, which required a lot of effort from my position. I was also very careful not to make any noise, in case a customer heard. All this time she didn’t pay any attention to me, apart from switching feet. After some time, her toes and soles were soaked and smooth, while my mouth was tasting like the inside of a shoe. But I could realize from the movement of her feet and toes that she was relaxing now. That meant that I was doing fine. That made me happy and gave me the strength to go on with even more enthusiasm.

A lot of people came in and out during my “foot stool training”. None of them realized that the beautiful woman talking to them had a man under her naked feet using him as a stool, licking her feet clean, at the same time.

This must make Miss Kate feel powerful and confident, I thought, continually licking and kissing her divine feet. I begun feeling happy as well. I was improving, I thought. I managed to take the place of the foot stool. I’m not that useless after all. Miss Kate is a good trainer. Madame will be happy.

The last customer came out.

Miss Kate turned her chair sideways, ordering me to sit cross legged in front of her.

- I’m so tired, she said, stretching her legs on me. Tell me something to make my mood, slave.

- What do you wish me to say, Miss Kate? I asked.

- Anything. Tell me about my feet, she added, resting her right foot on my soulder, while rubbing her left sole on my face.

- You have absolutely beautiful feet, Miss Kate. And your toes are delicious, if you permit me to say so. It is a great pleasure for me attending to your feet. Your soles are like velvet, and your heels are so soft and shapely. Your nails are so smooth that I could see my face on them while licking them. I’m so thrilled to be allowed to touch kiss and lick your divine feet, Miss Kate. Thank you very much for your generosity and kindness.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Miss Kate remained absolutely calm, continuing to rub her sole on my face. She turned her head to the door. The door opened and someone came in.

- Excuse me Kate, an astonished female voice said. Sorry to have interrupted…

- it’s OK, Clara, Miss Kate said laughingly. I new it was you. I was just playing with my new pet. Let me introduce you. Clara this is my slave. Slave, this is my secretary Clara.

Her slave? I asked myself. Isn’t she a bit of a liar? I thought that I belonged to Madame only. Or maybe Madame came to an agreement with her step sister. Anxiety struck me. Or maybe Miss Kate was just showing off. I felt reassured with the last thought. I’m still Madame’s slave, I told to myself. And I’m here under her orders, nobody else’s.

The secretary came closer and looked at me while I was now licking Miss Kate’s left sole.

- Slave? She asked in an astonished voice. Come on Kate, slavery is abolished long time ago. Everyone is a free man nowadays.

- Well, in his case, Miss Kate said pointing down at me, he’s a slave on his own free will. Isn’t it slave?

- Yes Miss Kate, I confirmed.

- You see Clara? He’s a free man, but his will was to become a slave. So everything is OK.

Miss Clara didn’t say a word for some time. Maybe she was trying to swallow what was going on. Finally she spoke.

- Well I presume you know better Kate. Sorry to have interrupted. I was only wandering if I could leave a little earlier today. I feel so tired and my feet are killing me. Is it OK with you?

Miss Kate caught the magic words.

- Your feet Clara? I’ve got the right recipe for your case. Just take a sit and relax while this poor slave can attend to your feet?

- No thanks, she said hesitantly. I don’t want to upset you. I’ll just go home to relax. I had a busy day today.

- Come on Clara. You have to grab the opportunities in life. Or else you’ll be a secretary for the rest of your life, she added meaningfully.

Miss Clara hesitated for a moment, then sat down on a chair.

- Why not, she said, assuming her confidence. I’ll give it a try. Thanks Kate. I never had a foot massage after a hard days work, I could do with one I suppose.

- Slave, Miss Kate said. Clara needs your attention. GO!

I carefully let Miss Kate feet touch the floor gave them a last kiss and went to Miss Clara. I knelt in front of her feet. I could feel that she was a bit upset witnessing the whole scene.

- May I remove your sandals Miss Clara? I asked.

- How cute, she giggled. I was never asked by a man to remove my shoes. In fact I never had a man kneeling at my feet, she added. Yes you may. What’s your name?

- You can call him slave, Miss Kate said. That’s his proper name. Go on slave. Do your duty.

I carefully unlaced Miss Clara’s sandals and gently pulled them off. I hold her feet in my hands. She had pretty feet, with orange painted toenails, but she could do with a pedicure. They didn’t smell that bad, but her soles were a bit dirty. I could also see spots of hard skin around her shapely heels. Certainly she needed a pedicure. A woman who respects herself should always have her feet in perfect shape. But then, maybe not everyone is as lucky as my Madame, I thought with a bit of pride.

- May I have permission to kiss your feet Miss Clara?

- Of course not, she protested. Don’t be silly, she said, pulling her feet away

- Come on Clara, Miss Kate said. Don’t disappoint him. This is part of his basic training. He is to kiss a woman’s feet before and after he attends to them. It’s the right thing for him. It’s a kind of reward to him as well. Don’t insult the poor slave.

- OK,OK I’ll do it, Miss Clara said and stretched her feet on my hands again.

I held them gently and gave each one of her toes a soft kiss.

- It’s ticklish, she said laughing. But it’s funny. I never had a man kiss my feet before. Go on, slave (giggle), you may kiss my feet more.

- Thank you very much Miss Clara, I said as I went on kissing her feet.

She let me kiss her feet a little more, all this time watching me carefully.

- OK now, she finally said. You can start my massage now.

I sat cross legged in front of her and placed her feet carefully on my lap. I then started massaging her toes, gently pulling and rubbing each one. The two women forgot all about my presence and began talking about me as if I wasn’t there. I was quite calm now, to be able to listen to their conversation.

- That explains it, Miss Clara said. I was certain that your sister came in with a man this morning, but she left alone. I was beginning to feel that I lost my talent of observation.

- Yes, you see he’s actually Samantha’s slave, but she asked me to keep an eye on him while she had some important business. I had to find a way to keep him occupied, so as not to get lazy. Good slaves are hard to find these days, she said in a dreaming voice…

- You mean he’s really a slave? Miss Clara asked bewildered.

- But of course Clara darling. What else could he be?

- I don’t know, a servant maybe.

- Don’t be silly Clara. Have you seen a lot of servants kissing their bosses’ feet?

- OK, I give up. You’re the boss anyway. By the way what was he doing when I entered, If you don’t mind me asking so.

- Oh, he was just my foot toy really. I was playing with his face, exercising my feet. Although I was about to ask him for a foot bath.

- Here? Then manager wouldn’t like this I imagine. If water spills on the carpets, he’ll get really mad. You remember how much we paid redecorating offices, specially carpets.

- Who said anything about water dear? You seem not to have understood the advantages of having a slave. A slave Clara will do ANYTHING he’s ordered. Just anything. No more, no less.

- I still don’t get it I’m afraid, miss Clara said.

- Clara wake up, dear. You must realize the feel of power in yourself. You must also feel the implications of your superiority over this miserable slave at your feet. If this poor slave feels honored to kiss your feet, then he would only be too happy to lick them clean, if this is your wish!

I could see Miss Clara’s eyes open wide. I was now massaging her soles, using my thumbs in circular motions lightly pressing at the same time.

- You must be kidding me Kate, Miss Clara protested. I find this most humiliating, even for … a slave, as you call him.

- Don’t forget you call him too, Clara. It’s not a matter of humiliation. You got the whole situation wrong. You see dear, you humiliate someone you consider as equal to you. You miss the main point here. He’s absolutely NOT equal to you. He’s a slave Clara. He means nothing to you. You don’t humiliate a carpet when you step on it. You simply use it.

- But surely Clara, he’s not a carpet. He’s a human being!

- That’s where you’re wrong Clara. He’s a slave, so he’s anything you wish him to be. If you wish him to be your carpet, then you use him as a carpet. You don’t humiliate him, you simply use him, or better say use it. Do you get the difference?

- I’m getting to it. But still I’m a bit confused. What about social equality and all this things?

- I agree Clara, but try to understand. Of course all humans are equal, I would be the first to point this out. But he’s a slave now. His position as a slave takes him way below the human species. You don’t compare your position or status with his. How can you compare different things? Put it in your mind Clara; you’re a woman and he’s a slave. If you allow him to touch your feet, you actually make him feel important. If you consider your naked soles to be the lowest part of your body and social level, then his current social position is miles below. If you understand this, then you’re ready to benefit from his services. If not, sorry to say so, but you’re a looser. By the way did I ever tell you that I don’t like loosers?

- I’m beginning to get your point Kate, Miss Clara said. Correct me if I’m wrong. By letting him lick my feet for example, I actually show my sincere generosity to him. It’s not that I humiliate him, I just give him an opportunity to feel important. Is that so?

- Yes, you got it absolutely right. I couldn’t have said it better myself. The idea is that you don’t have a man at your feet. You have a slave. That’s what makes the difference and gives you the right to do anything you like.

At that moment the phone rang. Miss Kate picked it up. Miss Clara stretched her feet lazily on my laps making herself comfortable on the chair. I was now massaging her heels, being very careful not to annoy her by accidentally rubbing the hard areas.

- Clara speaking …

- No James, I won’t be leaving now. I have an important discussion with my secretary…

- OK, I got this. Who’s security officer today?

- Right, tell John that he has to unlock the doors to let us out. By the way, inform him that three of us will be leaving later. I still have a customer here…

- I’ll let you know tomorrow. Bye…

She hung up.

-Everybody’s leaving now. We won’t be disturbed any more, Miss Kate said meaningfully.

- Can I have a go then? Miss Clara asked really excited now.

- Be my guest dear. I can enjoy his services some other time. It’s also an opportunity to see if he’s learnt anything so far. Can you imagine that it’s easier to train a dog than a slave? She added laughing. Let’s go on with “MS Office Training”.

- What are you talking about Kate? I don’t suppose you want to teach him Winword just right now?

- Of course not, dear! “MS Office Training” stands for “Mistress Slave Office Training”. It’s about training a male slave how to attend to his Mistress needs, while she’s at office.

They both laughed.

Miss Clara turned down to me. She started speaking in a steady, confident voice.

- I feel generous today, slave. I’m giving you the honor of allowing you to lick my dirty feet clean. You may lick away my divine dust.

- Well done Clara, you’re learning. Miss Kate said joyfully.

- But first …

She punched me hard on the face with her sole. I dropped lying on the ground, astonished and in pain.

- Did you like this Kate? Miss Clara said laughing. I just kicked him with no purpose. Just because I felt like it. He’s a slave, he wouldn’t mind.

Yes, dear, you’re getting the hung of it. Go on!

- Crawl to my divine feet, slave. She said stretching her legs towards me. This is your last chance to have the honor of liking them clean. You may start with my soles. But first let me see your tongue. I want to make sure it’s clean enough to touch my feet.

I crawled to her feet and took my tongue out for her to inspect it. At her confirmation I placed her right foot on my hands. I started licking her dirty sole, to ease away the dirt. I did this as carefully as possible, since I had a feeling she might be ticklish and I would be in trouble. Luckily, she didn’t complain.

- You’re absolutely right, Kate. Miss Clara said, totally ignoring me. You have to realize the difference between a slave and a woman, to be able to enjoy his services. It feels really good to have him lick my feet. It’s even better to feel that he’s actually honored by this action. It gives me a feeling of total power over him. It makes me feel so important. I’m glad I stayed. Be careful with this heel, slave. She told me seriously.

- Join the club, Clara! Miss Kate added. Do you see how good you feel now? Imagine that you had a busy day, customers made you angry, your boss may have insulted you. But now you have forgotten all about it. Having a slave obediently at your feet, is the most refreshing thing in the world. It charges up your batteries.

- Enough, slave! Miss Clara told me. You can go on with my toes now. Be careful with the varnish, or I’ll make you eat it.

Obeying Miss Clara’s order, I started sucking her big toe, using my well trained tongue to remove any grit underneath the nail. Her feet tasted nice, anyway I was used to the taste and smell of female feet by now.

As I was licking her toes, Miss Clara put her left foot on my head, using it as a foot stool. I could easily suck a woman’s toes, but now it was more difficult. I had to put a lot of strength at my neck, in order to support her left foot, while sucking the toes of the other one. This of course put a lot of strain to my neck, but I was trying to do my best to make a good job. After all, I had to succeed in satisfying these two ladies, simply because Madame wanted it. At this time, the two women began talking about business and specially what they were going to say to James, possibly their manager, about the “late customer”.

Soon enough, her right foot toes were clean, the orange nail varnish shiny. I finished up by licking the upper part of her foot and finally her ankles.

- Excuse me to interrupt you, Miss Clara, I said in a soft obedient voice. May I have the honor of cleaning you other foot?

- Yes, you may, she said, swapping feet and totally ignoring me.

Again I started at her sole, going on to her heel, sucking her toes clean, finishing up by licking her shapely ankles.

I then took both her feet carefully in my hands and began giving soft kisses to each one of her toes.

- Thank you very much Miss Clara for allowing me to clean your divine feet.

She didn’t say anything. Just a gesture with her hand, to go on with the kissing. She then went on talking to Miss Kate.

The phone rang

- Kate speaking …

- Hi John. Something wrong?

- OK, let her in please …

- Yes, John, I understand non employees are not allowed to enter the bank when it’s closed. But she’s my sister, and even more a prospective good customer. And certainly she’s not going to rob the bank!

- Of course you’ll write it in your report tomorrow. I’ll be responsible. Just send her in, will you…

She hung up.

- By God, Clara! You must be a perfect moron to become a security officer in this bank.

- Come on Kate, his only doing his duty. I think he’s cute.

- Then you can have him, Miss Kate added angrily.

There was a knock on the door and soon enough Madame was in the room, while I was still lying on the floor, kissing Miss Clara’s beautiful feet.

Madame took a seat on a chair facing Miss Clara.

- Sorry for being so late, Kate, Hi Clara, Madame said. I hope I didn’t put you in trouble with my slave.

- Not at all Sam, Miss Kate said. In fact I was just showing my secretary how efficient he is. Isn’t it Clara?

- Yes of course, Miss Clara added in an uncertain voice. Miss Kate wanted me to see how good your slave is. I hope I didn’t do anything wrong!

- No, it’s OK, Madame laughed, breaking the ice. I’m not that selfish you now. When I don’t need him, you can all have him. Did he behave Kate?

- Yes, he did OK, dear. You have a fine slave Sam. He passed his “MS Office Training” with flying colors.

Miss Kate explained the joke to Madame and they all laughed.

- I really have to get going, Madame said. If you finished with him …

- Certainly Miss Samantha! Miss Clara said, withdrawing her feet.

- No Clara, I won’t go until you get the whole service. Slave, Madame addressed me. Put her shoes on.

I did as I was told, carefully lacing her shoes around Miss Clara’s ankles. When I put her shoes on, I kissed the tips, thanking Miss Clara again for the honor. I then crawled to Madame’s feet, kissing the tips of her red sandals. Her pink painted toe nails were so inviting. I only wished I could be so tiny, to fit in her shoes under her gorgeous soles, all the time.

She pushed me away with her foot and stood up.

- Bye girls, see you soon. Come on slave…

Soon we were driving back home. Madame was in a very good mood. Probably her appointment was successful. She kept asking about the details of my “MS Office Training”. I was only too happy to answer, hoping that she would be satisfied with my efforts.

When we reached home, she sat on the living room sofa and switched the TV on. I fixed her a drink and rushed upstairs to leave my new clothes in my room and fetch her slippers. Kneeling in front of her I kissed the tips of her shoes and carefully removed her sandals. I took her feet in my hands and kissed them warmly. She ordered me to wash her feet and turned her attention to the TV set.

I started with her lovely toes, sucking them carefully, until they were absolutely clean. I realized that I had nothing to eat all day. But now I was having lunch and dinner together. I was eating Madame’s tasty dirt from her lovely feet. What else could a slave expect more? I was totally happy. Her feet were so tasty, I could be licking them for ever. She didn’t pay any attention to me while I was licking her feet clean, but I knew she was enjoying it. And that’s all I wanted. To keep Madame satisfied.

She didn’t tell me to stop. After some time she fell asleep. I kept licking her feet for hours. It was a kind of special massage, suitable for Madame only. A tribute to Madame for her kindness. I didn’t stop for a minute. I was softly licking her feet, sucking her toes, being very careful not to wake her up. I was her foot stool, her foot licker her foot slave, her obedient slave …

I was there alone with Madame’s feet. What else could a slave want to be happy?

It was late night when Madame woke up. I put her slippers on and followed her upstairs. I helped her undress and gave Madame the usual good night worship, kissing her divine feet as warmly as ever. She pushed me away ordering me to leave. I left her room closing the door behind her.

I went downstairs to clean the kitchen. I then picked Madame’s shoes and went to her bathroom to clean them. It came to my mind to lick them clean, just like Madame’s feet. I did so, feeling very happy that I was again paying a tribute to her. I even licked her dirty soles. When I finished, her sandals look as good as new, shining in a bright red color. I put them in place and went to my room.

I got undressed an went to bed. I was feeling so happy, I thought I could fly.

Tomorrow was another day …

 

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