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Hello all Pad members, this is my first time posting and I plan on sharing all of my high school experiences with you if my first story gets good feedback.
Shoe licking -
So, I have a couple of shoe licking stories that I’d like to share with you. If you’re not into that, no worries. If this story gets any good feedback, I’ll post some other high school stories later.
My first story starts in a class which was just waste a period while we wait for the freshmen and sophomores to get done with their lunch. I have this girl who sits next to me almost everyday. She is kind of entitled, and part of me dislikes that, but the other part of me really likes it. One day, she decided to just use my legs as her footrest while she looked at stuff on her phone, and because I put up no fight, she decided she would use me everyday. She even goes as far as to tell me to scoot back because my legs are under the table and she can’t use them as a footrest. I say she TELLS me, because she doesn’t ask, it’s just a demand. For example, she got into class late one day and sat down beside me. She angled the chair so that it was pointing at me and tapped me on the shoulder with her hand and said, “Hey scoot back, I need my footrest.” And then on another day, rather than talking, she just lightly kicked me and I scooted back super fast so she would be comfortable.
So, there was one day that she was sitting with her feet up on my lap, and she had new shoes on. But she had a dilemma, she kept going on and on about how there was a little dirt mark on the side of her shoe. It was more of a scuff than anything, but they were white shoes so it was definitely noticeable I didn’t want her to stop talking about it, so I jokingly said like “Why don’t you just lick it off?” (Disclaimer: I don’t want you guys to think that there was like a clump of dirt hanging off of her shoe. That’s gross, but it was just like a brown mark.) Some of my classmates laughed including her, and she said, “Well you’re already my footrest, so why don’t you lick it off?” I stuck my tongue out and she brought her foot up to my face, but a lot of the class was looking at us so I didn’t want to be judged so I pulled my tongue back in. Then she put her foot back on my lap, and I stuck my tongue out again, and she brought her foot up again. This exchange happened numerous times until I felt that the class wasn’t looking, so I left my tongue out. Instead of just rubbing my tongue against the one dirty spot on the side of her shoe, she made me lick the side of the shoe from heel to toe while hysterically laughing at the fact that I didn’t pull my tongue back in my mouth. Then, once she got to the dirty scuff part, she grinded it up and down on my tongue until it was gone. She laughed, patted me on the shoulder, and said “I can’t believe you didn’t put your tongue back in your mouth, but I’m not complaining.” I just smiled, and she said “I might have to use you as a shoe cleaner more often.”
So then, a year later, we had another class together. (We don’t really have classes together because I’m smarter than she is.) This class wasn’t a waste period, but the teacher was very lazy and didn’t assign us very much work for each semester. So we spent a lot of time on our phones in that class. Her and I were sitting in the back of the room together, fate just decided to assign us seats together. And again, I was a footrest whenever she wanted one. I wanted to lick her shoes again like last year so I started hinting at it again. I told her like, “Why do you always get white shoes? They’re so dirty.” and I laughed. She looked down and said like “I don’t even care if they get dirty anymore.” Then we sat there for about 5 minutes, I was discouraged by her response. But then she finally said, “Oh! I just remembered, I have my own personal shoe cleaner right next to me!” And she raised her shoe up in front of my face. I said like, “Listen, I am not cleaning your shoes again in front of the class.” in a joking way. And she said, “Fine, we can make it more private. She put her foot back down on my lap, and pushed my head onto the desk with her shoe right beside my mouth. “There, now get to work.” She said. I didn’t want to seem overly eager, so I groaned a little and said like, “Well I’ve done it once, it didn’t kill me. I guess I’ll do it again.” And I stuck my tongue out without moving my head. She then slid her foot up and down my tongue, getting the dirt off. She was giggling at me, and she whispered, “How does that taste?” I said, “It tastes just greeeeat.” In a sarcastic way, and she said “Good, then you won’t mind getting my other shoe, will you?” And she switched shoes and cleaned the other one. By the end of the period, her shoes were nearly spotless. And she smiled at me and said, “I’ll bring a dirtier pair tomorrow.” This shoe cleaning service went on for the rest of the year.
Nice story, did she ever make you clean any boots and did she ever work out that you were into it?
justinwindland37 wrote: Hello all Pad members, this is my first time posting and I plan on sharing all of my high school experiences with you if my first story gets good feedback.
Shoe licking -
So, I have a couple of shoe licking stories that I’d like to share with you. If you’re not into that, no worries. If this story gets any good feedback, I’ll post some other high school stories later.
My first story starts in a class which was just waste a period while we wait for the freshmen and sophomores to get done with their lunch. I have this girl who sits next to me almost everyday. She is kind of entitled, and part of me dislikes that, but the other part of me really likes it. One day, she decided to just use my legs as her footrest while she looked at stuff on her phone, and because I put up no fight, she decided she would use me everyday. She even goes as far as to tell me to scoot back because my legs are under the table and she can’t use them as a footrest. I say she TELLS me, because she doesn’t ask, it’s just a demand. For example, she got into class late one day and sat down beside me. She angled the chair so that it was pointing at me and tapped me on the shoulder with her hand and said, “Hey scoot back, I need my footrest.” And then on another day, rather than talking, she just lightly kicked me and I scooted back super fast so she would be comfortable.
So, there was one day that she was sitting with her feet up on my lap, and she had new shoes on. But she had a dilemma, she kept going on and on about how there was a little dirt mark on the side of her shoe. It was more of a scuff than anything, but they were white shoes so it was definitely noticeable I didn’t want her to stop talking about it, so I jokingly said like “Why don’t you just lick it off?” (Disclaimer: I don’t want you guys to think that there was like a clump of dirt hanging off of her shoe. That’s gross, but it was just like a brown mark.) Some of my classmates laughed including her, and she said, “Well you’re already my footrest, so why don’t you lick it off?” I stuck my tongue out and she brought her foot up to my face, but a lot of the class was looking at us so I didn’t want to be judged so I pulled my tongue back in. Then she put her foot back on my lap, and I stuck my tongue out again, and she brought her foot up again. This exchange happened numerous times until I felt that the class wasn’t looking, so I left my tongue out. Instead of just rubbing my tongue against the one dirty spot on the side of her shoe, she made me lick the side of the shoe from heel to toe while hysterically laughing at the fact that I didn’t pull my tongue back in my mouth. Then, once she got to the dirty scuff part, she grinded it up and down on my tongue until it was gone. She laughed, patted me on the shoulder, and said “I can’t believe you didn’t put your tongue back in your mouth, but I’m not complaining.” I just smiled, and she said “I might have to use you as a shoe cleaner more often.”
So then, a year later, we had another class together. (We don’t really have classes together because I’m smarter than she is.) This class wasn’t a waste period, but the teacher was very lazy and didn’t assign us very much work for each semester. So we spent a lot of time on our phones in that class. Her and I were sitting in the back of the room together, fate just decided to assign us seats together. And again, I was a footrest whenever she wanted one. I wanted to lick her shoes again like last year so I started hinting at it again. I told her like, “Why do you always get white shoes? They’re so dirty.” and I laughed. She looked down and said like “I don’t even care if they get dirty anymore.” Then we sat there for about 5 minutes, I was discouraged by her response. But then she finally said, “Oh! I just remembered, I have my own personal shoe cleaner right next to me!” And she raised her shoe up in front of my face. I said like, “Listen, I am not cleaning your shoes again in front of the class.” in a joking way. And she said, “Fine, we can make it more private. She put her foot back down on my lap, and pushed my head onto the desk with her shoe right beside my mouth. “There, now get to work.” She said. I didn’t want to seem overly eager, so I groaned a little and said like, “Well I’ve done it once, it didn’t kill me. I guess I’ll do it again.” And I stuck my tongue out without moving my head. She then slid her foot up and down my tongue, getting the dirt off. She was giggling at me, and she whispered, “How does that taste?” I said, “It tastes just greeeeat.” In a sarcastic way, and she said “Good, then you won’t mind getting my other shoe, will you?” And she switched shoes and cleaned the other one. By the end of the period, her shoes were nearly spotless. And she smiled at me and said, “I’ll bring a dirtier pair tomorrow.” This shoe cleaning service went on for the rest of the year.
So is there a story behind the "dirtier pair" she was gonna bring tomorrow too?
You see cleaning her shoes will help you
Remember…
The female sex is the superior gender!
So you don’t forget your proper place…
She puts her dirty feet right up in your
Face!
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The soles of my riding boots need cleaning. Get down where you belong and start licking! Follow me on Twitter (Mistress Savanna) for more pics and updates
It was the following Tuesday morning.
The Patel familys long weekend of just three full days in the town was drawing to a close and they were packing in preparation for check-out. They had spent all day Saturday shopping, all day Sunday sightseeing, and on the Monday had gone to see a show. Now they would be flying back to Pakistan with lots of souvenirs and happy memories of their short city-break in Europe.
Being a week-day, the Hotel Footslave was now populated with more businesswomen than tourists. One major business conference in particular was taking place in the hotel the Annual General Meeting of a female-orientated media and publishing company. The footslaves in the hotel were being kept very busy by the female delegates to this conference, most of them in their thirties or younger and all of whom expected the highest possible standards of service.
Located in a walled garden, at the back of the hotel, was one such footslave the hotel shoeshine-boy. The garden was the only area on the hotel premises where smoking was permitted, and so the hotel proprietors had installed the shoeshine-boy there so that those ladies who liked to smoke could have their shoes shined whilst they enjoyed a cigarette.
The boy was actually in his forties, but he couldnt realistically be referred to as a man given his lowly status vis-à-vis his female superiors. Like all the hotel footslaves he was suitably humble, and knew his status in life which was serving the feet and footwear of his female masters and betters.
He was secured, in a kneeling position, to the garden wall by means of a chain around his neck a chain which, helpfully, also prevented him from raising his head, thereby ensuring that it remained suitably bowed at all times over a wooden block which was positioned directly beneath his face ready to serve the womens feet. He was also, in common with all the other hotel footslaves, naked apart from the metal collar around his neck and his slave shorts.
Although it was still only 07:30 in the morning, he had been chained up in the garden since 06:30 am, just in case any of the female guests fancied a cigarette and a shoeshine before breakfast. Hitherto that morning, however, he had had no customers, and had been left to shiver in the early morning cold air alone.
In fact the first voice he heard that crisp Tuesday morning in the garden was those of one of the chambermaids, 25 year old Natasha, who was apparently showing around a new maid.
As the two female members of staff approached him he could hear Natasha, in her familiar East European accent, explaining his role to the new maid, who appeared to be a black girl with a strong West African accent:
and this is the hotel shoeshine. We call him Boots, as he spends nearly all his day cleaning the dirty shoes and boots of our female guests.
Boots heard the African girl giggle as her shapely, stocking-covered ankles moved into position in front of him alongside the much longer legs of Natasha. Both the chambermaids were attired in their black and white maids outfits, consisting of black blouses, frilly white pinafores, black knee-length skirts, dark stockings and shiny, black leather court shoes which accentuated the shapeliness of their pretty ankles.
Natasha continued to explain the role of the shoeshine-boy to the new girl:
He is woken up at 06:00 am sharp every morning when he is given his meal and washed for the day. At 06:30 we bring him out here to the garden, which is also the smoking area, and tie him by this chain to the hook in the wall. He then has to stay kneeling all day and shine the female guests shoes as required until 9 oclock in the evening.
As you can see, he is allowed to use shoe-polish and brushes and cloths to shiner the ladies boots and shoes, but it is very important that he has to lick clean the ladies footwear first.
Boots now heard the African speak for the first time properly as she asked Natasha a question:
What do we do with him if it is raining?
Natasha, rather rudely, couldnt help laughing out loud at the naïve African girls question:
Ha! Ha! We dont care about that! Remember, Adeola, hes just a dirty pig if it rains, he gets wet. Nobody cares!
20 year old miss Adeola was now embarrassed at the stupidity of her question, and resolved to just shut up and listen to the experienced Natashas explanation of the shoeshine-slaves role:
Look, Adeola, I will show you what a stupid, dirty pig he is. Watch this! and with that miss Natasha took a step forward raising her right foot onto the wooden block under the slaves nose.
Adeola thought Natasha looked very dominant, even in her maids outfit, as she stood, hands on hips, with one foot raised onto the wooden block and barked down her orders at the kneeling shoeshine-slave:
You, the pig, shine my shoe!
Boots was well used to shining miss Natashas shoes. Chambermaids and other female hotel staff were permitted to use all the footslave-facilities within the hotel subject to the caveat, of course, that female guests took priority over the staff when it came to using the slaves. Nevertheless, as a smoker herself, Natasha had often had occasion to use the shoeshine-boy, and had even, for her own amusement, and as a means of showing off to the new staff such as Adeola, developed a kind of humiliating catechism to run through with Boots.
As the latter lowered his slave lips to the shiny top of her patent, black, high-heeled shoe, she began the catechism:
Who is the master, and who is the slave, dirty pig?
Boots knew all the answers to the questions as Natasha had kindly taken the time to teach him:
You are the female master, and I am the male slave, mistress, he humbly replied in between his first licks on the top of her right shoe.
The shoe was actually quite clean just a few tiny traces of wet mud along the lower sides probably from the garden. He did notice, however, how her sheer, dark nylon stocking had creased slightly around her outer ankle as a result of the outstretched positioning of her shapely foot.
Natasha continued with the slaves degrading catechism to the evident amusement of the new maid, Adeola.
And what type of female master am I, dirty slave?
You are a supreme and most merciful female master, oh most glorious mistress Natasha.
Adeola could scarcely contain herself. This middle-aged shoeshine-boy was so pathetic!
And what type of slave are you, filthy pig?
I am nothing but a dirty, shoe-licking queer, most glorious mistress Natasha!
Even Natasha herself had to smile at this stage of the slaves catechism, even though she had heard it many times before (indeed, she had composed it!) :
And what is your ultimate privilege in life, shoe-licking queer?
My ultimate privilege in life is to lick the dirt from your superior, feminine shoes, most glorious and merciful mistress Natasha.
And, with that, Boots, ever conscious of the fact that actions speak louder than words, did indeed enthusiastically lick the dirt and the mud off the side of mistress Natashas patent-leather shoe, as though it was the greatest privilege he could possibly have in his miserable, slave existence.
Oh my God, he is such a wimp! exclaimed Adeola incredulously, as Natasha exchanged feet to allow Boots to lick the filth off her left shoe. Can I make him clean my shoes?
Natasha laughed. She liked this new girl Adeola, even if she did have a lot to learn:
Of course, you can, honey! she replied, stepping down from the wooden footblock to make room for miss Adeola. Just stretch out your foot onto this block and order him to lick your shoe. Dont forget to call him a dirty pig, because thats what he is!
Adeola gave a little whoop of delight as she was conscious of the fact that she was currently the
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