SENIOR PROM, Part 2
When Joan and I left Paige's house, we didn't say hardly a word to each other until I said goodbye to her at her house and walked home myself. After the humiliation we just suffered, there wasn't much to say. We were both mistaken by thinking that this would be our last embarassing moment, though. Eventually, the night of the Senior Prom came and even though I had hardly seen Joan away from school since our embarassment, we went as scheduled. It didn't take more than five minutes after we walked through the door to see Mellisa with a video camera. Only she was not there to record the prom, but rather to show us what was on the tape through the eyehole of the camera. As I looked in, I could see myself and Joan licking her friends feet from two weeks ago via a hidden camera at Paige's house. Apparently, Paige likes to have sex in the living room and tape her unsuspecting partners. As Joan took her turn viewing it, I asked Mellisa, "O.K., what do you want from us now?" She replied, "Well, I'm glad you asked. It turns out that there is a screen in the dance hall to show a video from our senoir year. Since Terry is the head of the prom committee, she will be running the video. She can show the senior video...or she can show something else. So....I think you see that your service is NOT over by a longshot." She added, "Oh, and even after tonight, I have everyones address and phone number for reunions. So the two of you better just be good little slaves for as long as I tell you to, got it?" Me and Joan both felt sick but were forced to reply "Yes, Mellisa." During the prom we were both miserable and ready to cry. I hated those girls for what they made us do and what they did to our relationship. Everytime they would dance with their dates they would specifically take their high heels of on the dance floor and always loudly comment to their dates, "Ewww, my feet are filthy from dancing," just as they passed our table. Mellisa's only appearance at our table was to inform us that not only were we unable to brake the motel plans, but to call our parents and tell them that we would be staying the entire week. Before she left, she gave us a three page list of instructions for our new duties and code of behavior in their presence. She said, "Get this straight: I am doing you a favor by letting you be our slaves. I would rather send these tapes out just for laughs, so remember: ONE slip-up and your service is done and the whole town will see you licking my toe jam." With that she took a sip of my water and very discreetly spit in it so no one else could see and said, "Finish that," before she left. We checked into the motel after and hour drive there without saying one word to each other. Now we were like two prisoners chained to one another rather than lovers. We stayed in our room and slept right away, wondering what they would do first. Around three A.M. we got our answer. Mellisa had access to every room key, since her father left her in charge for the week, and snuck in quietly without waking us. I was startled out of my sleep by Michelle sitting on my face and letting out the loudest fart I ever heard followed by six laughing brats. I instantly tried to move but couldn't and heard Terry say, "HEY, don't ever try to move when we fart on your face." With that I froze and now the lights were on and the door was locked. After Michelle got of my face, Paige said, "Do you two see me barefoot? What are the new rules?" We both remember reading this so me and Joan got out of bed, bowed down and started kissing her pitch-black, sweaty bare feet. She sat back and spread her toes and said, "I'll be first for my footbath, thank you," with a laugh. I saw Joan starting to cry as she was literally licking dirt of off the feet of a girl that she had always hated. Paige then said to her, "Joanie, how does my foot taste, anyway?" Joan sadly replied, "It taste wonderful Princess Paige, thank you for letting me eat your toe jam." This was yet another of many rules we had to follow. Terry was really drunk and saying right in Joan's face while she was licking Mellisa's feet, "I never liked you, bitch! I'm going to piss right in your face tonight! Now bow down and kiss my foot and tell me how great I am." Joan had to take a break from licking Mellisa's feet while I continued, and bow down to another female and kiss her toes and humiliate herslf while Terry stood over her with her arms crossed saying, "You better get used to this. This is your new life, dogface!" At 5:00 A.M., right before they left, Lisa, the most beautiful of them all at 5'2, 100 pounds, was hammered drunk and said, "I want to fart right on that bitch's face before I go." With that request, Joan had to sit on the floor with her back to a chair and bend her neck back so that she was face up on the seat of the chair and looking at the ceiling. Lisa smugly spread her ass cheeks as everyone but me and Joan laughed and plopped down on my girlfriends waiting face. She waited and waited and then finally let out a really loud beer fart which everyone was feeling the effects of. Lisa said that she was very comfortable with Joan's face up her asshole and wanted to sleep right there on the chair. I was left by the other girls, who left due to the smell, with orders not to disturb anything until Lisa said so. After they left, I sat awake the entire night and watched my girlfriend struggle to breath with her face in another girls asshole. I saw Joan wiggle as her neck was cramping up and all the while Lisa just slept with the most beautiful smile on her face. At this point something weird happened to me. I no longer felt bad for Joan, but rather saw Lisa as a goddess. She looked so unbelievable just sitting on someones face like a queen that I imagined that she did rightfully belong there. With no one else in the room either awake or not up someone's ass, I bowed down and for the first time without being forced to do so, I kissed Lisa's foot without her knowing. I thought to myself, maybe these girls do deserve to have their feet cleaned by people like me and Joan. As I kissed her feet, Lisa farted again in her sleep on Joan's face. As Joan squirmed, I kissed Lisa's feet again and went to bed.
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