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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Young Adult · # 1752728
You get blackmailed into becoming a footslave by a girl you know from school.
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Created: February 19th, 2011 at 7:45 am
This choice: Be my footstool while I watch TV · Go Back...
you enter the home of your newly found mistress and you walk to the living room, and she says.
"My parents aren't here and wont be back for a while," "So how about you lay under the couch and relax" she says with a slight giggle.
"Yes mistress Alia," you say annoyed. you lay on the carpet next too the couch and wait as Alia makes herself some popcorn; as she walks in the buttery scent fills the room she grabs the remote and sits down.
"Now I want you too lick my shoes clean if you a good job I might let you go home early, but if not I have something special planned for you." she says while looking down on you.
"Yes mistress" you say. She crosses her leg so left foot is on your chest and her right hovering above your face, you start to lick her shoe and almost immediately started too gag and you thought too yourself "I can't believe I'm doing this its disgusting." You return to your task and start lick her shoes you keep double checking her shoe trying to make it as clean as possible and when yore proud of your work you say that you're done, she, without speaking to you switches legs and you reluctantly proceed to do the same with this one. When you tell her you've finished again she just tells you to take off her shoes and smell her feet until she says otherwise you comply and remove her shoes and then start to inhale the cheesy scent emitting from her feet. After about 30 minutes of her sweaty feet she picks up her shoes and looks them over...
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Hours. That's how long I was shackled to the floor being tortured horribly by the family's twisted fucking maid. Hours of feet so coated in sweat and grime it was like she had a second skin, a second skin that had been smeared and wiped all over my face and my tongue covering it in what can only described as the purest form of foot funk. Hours of my testicles being scorched burned and beaten by a cattle prod over and over while being subjected to the downright vomit inducing feet. Hours of being brought to the brink of a somewhat blissful orgasm over and over and over again but never quite reaching it before writhing and screaming in agony. And hours of watching Morgan’s face switch from deadpan and emotionless to filled with a sadistic glee that easily rivaled that of the family as she tortured him with no mercy.
I’m not sure what I felt was joy necessarily but it was definitely something better than what I was currently feeling as I heard the sound of the front door to the mansion opening up. Morgan stopped her current electrocution of my exposed sack to look over to the stairway. She took one quick look down at me bitterly before she started to rise from her seat standing on my chest and forcing what little breath i had in me from my lungs. Glancing down at me with a blank expression on her face she coldly spoke down.
“I’ll be telling the Ruechilds about whatever it was you had planned and they will be the ones to decide what to do with you. With any luck we will be having a much longer talk when I get back.” She says as she walks up my body like a carpet, each step plastering me with a footprint of sweat and grime causing me to gag as she steps on my face. You would think I would be used to it from the amount of her filth plastered and smeared onto my face and yet each time her foot came near me I couldn’t help but wretch in agony.
I took the brief moment of reprieve, if I could even call it that with the bitter sour scent of Morgan’s feet still ever present and the taste coating his entire mouth like a layer of paint on a wall, to take a good look on where he stood in his life. All he was now was a pin cushion for the evil family to poke and prod with their disgusting fucking feet. A mother who treated him both kind and cruel and seemed intent on feeding him concoctions made using her dead skin and sweat. An older daughter who wanted to beat and abuse him beneath her powerful legs all while making him feel as low as she possibly can. A youngest daughter who seemed to take genuine childlike joy in subjecting him to games with rules that would make the layman gag at just the sight of it let alone the smell or taste. Not to mention the three maids who all seemed incredibly unstable in their own ways.
I debated what my options were at this point. Honestly they weren’t great, the family had full control over my body, over all of my actions using just their words. There was no way I could fight back, no way I could lash out and attack them to try and make an escape. Even if I could Morgan has displayed physical strength that there was no way I could compete with. If I had to run I had to wait until no one had eyes on me and I had no orders to do something which honestly seemed impossible. Only other option I could see would be to just...end it. And yet somehow even though that seemed to be my only option I knew I still wouldn’t even be allowed to do that. I’m sure I would never have the chance and even if I did they wicked family would catch me and not only stop me, they would forbid me from trying again and subject me to some form of repulsive torture at their feet. Hell I couldn’t even try and accept my fate because my fucking condition prevented me from ever enjoying the torture they forced upon me.
As I thought I could feel will and hope draining from my body and tears began to well up in my eyes. I had tried hard not to let myself break down to tears but that is what it had come to. It had finally hit me just how hopeless my situation was, how at their mercy I had become, and I just couldn’t stand it any more. And now after Morgan learns that it was a misunderstanding I still wouldn’t be safe. I already knew that Jaclyn would be subjecting me to the shoes she had destroyed with her vile feet. Not to mention after Morgan explains how she caught me they would figure out I was trying to escape and surely punish me. All I could see before me was a future of torture by the hands, feet, butt, hell everything was an option when it came to these sick fucks. And as I heard the door open and the sounds of multiple pairs of footsteps clattering down the wooden steps to the basement, I knew I could do nothing but lie there, tired and beaten, awaiting whatever it was they they willed to happen.
“So an escape attempt huh. Look I knew you were stupid if you managed to get yourself tricked into this position but this is some world class idiocy.” Katie says from somewhere nearby. The sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs had ended so I assumed that all parties who wanted to be down here were now down here. I want to pull and my bonds but I just don't have the energy to anymore, and there was no point in it either. It would do nothing to save me, besides not much could be worse than all I've endured so far. The sets of footsteps come over until I'm staring up at the faces of my family of torturers.
Katie is wearing a scowl on her face. Clearly my attempt to escape the family, and by proxy her which is what I assumed she was more upset about, was not as amusing to her as it seemed to be for the rest of her family. I say this because Jaclyn seemed to be wearing an expression akin to a child admitting that they stole a cookie. Somewhere between disappointment and mild amusement that pissed me off and made me fearful much more than it should. If there's one thing I've learned in my brief but painful time here it was that that woman could possibly be the most twisted here. And Mary bore an expression I could only describe as pure extract and childlike joy. The fact she seemed so excited to punish me for trying to escape a literal lifetime or torture was so beyond sick to me. Jaclyn interrupted my observation and train of thought by looking at Katie with a sympathetic glance.
“Now dear you can't in all fairness blame the poor baby for trying to run. He doesn't exactly have the best life ahead of him does he. Oh and you can stop struggling and go limp dear.” she finishes by smiling down at me with maternal joy. I feel anything but as my body falls slack like a rag-doll and I am once more trapped in my own body like a prison, watching these women discuss me like I wasn't right there.
“Don't make excuses for the slave mom he isn't worth the effort. I say a brutal punishment is well deserved huh? Maybe we suffocate him beneath our feet, or how about we toss him down the stairs a few times then force him to crawl over to our feet for forgiveness.” Katie spews out. The speed at which she came up with these ideas lead me to believe that this wasn't just off the top of her head and had been planned in advanced for just such an occasion. Her mother looked like she wanted to object but seemed to stop herself as Mary chimed in for the first time.
“Why do that when we can use one of the devices they have us. I mean they were made for this exact situation right?” She says making eye contact with my limp body. Either to intimidate me or to simply see if there was any reaction from the new knowledge of devices made to punish me I wasn't sure. Honestly it could have been both given who I was dealing with right now. Regardless Mary's idea seemed to strike just the right cord with the mother daughter duo who shared a cheerful grin before looking down at me. Katie with a wild look of sadistic lust in her eyes and Jaclyn with some playful glints of amusement at the idea of using whatever unknown device they were referring to. Seeing them all come to a silent agreement Mary looked to her sister and mother then back to me with an ear to ear grin before commanding me, “Well in that case, get up and follow us. You are going to hate this.” While I believed her a part of me was unsure my life could honestly get much worse than it already was.
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“Shhh it’s going to be okay baby. It’ll be a little bad for a while but then we can get right to our time together okay? I promise it won’t be as bad as it looks.” Jaclyn says with her hands on my shoulders from behind. Although I’m not entirely sure that’s what she said, kinda hard to hear her over my muffled screaming. Despite the kindness of her words it was her idea to let me scream so that she and her daughters could hear my agony. They even let me struggle and commanded me to thank them for the right to do so, as if it was somehow a gift to be allowed to try and fight back against my punishment. Hard to focus on any of that though as I peer down at the large vat resting below me and tug against the steel manacles that bind me to the upright metal platform behind me.
The scent from the large vat is downright nightmarish and I’m a whole body length away from it. The see through plastic tub is filled about halfway with a murky steaming liquid with small particles both grey and yellowish floating through it. The large amount of strange devices at the bottom of the tub tells me it will be doing much more than simply holding the frightening fluid. I scream again. I can’t do this, whatever this is supposed to be, I refuse to. But I can’t even do that, I scream again though it didn’t do much good with the three pairs of socks shoved into my mouth making my jaw hurt and covering my mouth in the sour taste of three pairs of female feet.
“Can you shut him up mom. It’s hard to set all this up with him screaming like that, why did we even let him do that again. Like I’m totally fine with watching him squirm and all but why does he have to be so damn loud.” Katie said as she fiddled with the contraptions beneath the plastic tub. Mary stood over her shoulder watching intently, weather it was because she was interested in the way the machine worked or was just trying to imagine what it was going to do to me. I scream again.
“Katie! Language! Your sister is right behind you and I don’t need her thinking that’s okay to be speaking like that. Don’t make put you in this thing.” She says giggling a bit although from the look that crosses Katie’s face it seems like it might be something she would actually do, and honestly I would believe it. Katie pulls away from the technology beneath the tub and wiped some sweat from her brow before flicking it into the already disgusting pool of fluid below. She nod’s to Mary who presses a button as I watch the bottom of the tub light up with wavy lines that look to belong to a heater of some kind. Then with another press the water begins to shake and move as if bubbling. I realize that they have essentially turned this tub into a bubbling cauldron of heated sweat from who knows where. One that I was about to be spending some time in close proximity with. I scream again.
“Sounds like someone is excited huh girls. I know I promised him a tasty meal but bad boys who act out go without dinner. Now you take a while to think about what you did okay? Then when that’s done we can get to that cleaning your promised. I smelled my feet in my shoes almost as soon as I got into the car so I know you have some work to do. Then we can decide where you spend the night okay baby? Think nice and hard about what you did okay?” Jaclyn says as a button on the metal table I’m attached to is pressed and my tape gag is ripped from my face causing my to yelp in pain. Only then do I realize what is happening.
The sound of hydraulics is heard as the steel table I am strapped to begins to slowly tilt forward. More and more it moves as I realize it is slowly moving me closer to t
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