Dirtyfeetguy Memories: My First Girlfriend (Starting at Part 2)

My First Girlfriend (Part 2) Irish Weekend

By Author Unknown

My girlfriend/owner Gianna had told me for quite some time that she was

trying to get her friend's to rent me out for cash but I never thought

she was serious. As it turns out, I was wrong. On Wednesday, October

15th, I was told by Gianna that I had been "rented out for the weekend"

by her girlfriend Lizanne. It was for the weekend of October 17th-19th,

traditionally known in the summer resort city of Wildwood, N.J. as

'Irish weekend'. At first I was scared but with the constant

foot-licking and toilet service for six females, I hardly had a chance

to think about it for the two days before it happened. Then came Friday

at 6:00.

It began just like a normal day of servitude and I didn't even realize

that it was Friday. Then, at 6:00, there was a knock at the door. I was

told to open it and in came Lizanne. She was about 5'8" and about 155

pounds but all in the legs, butt, and boobs, and she had a beautiful

face with shoulder length brown hair. When she came in I quickly

remembered my situation and was scared to death. I didn't even really

like serving Gianna and her friends but I just had to be near Gianna so

I put up with whatever I had to do. Now I would have to serve a total

stranger and not even be near my love of my life for a whole weekend. I

thought of saying "No", but knew that I would never see Gianna again. So

I agreed. Lizanne looked nervous and unsure of what she could actually

do and what was exaggerated about my duties. Gianna sensed this so as

Lizanne was paying her she had me lay on my stomach and she stood full

weight on my back and told Lizanne it would be allright for her to stand

on my head while they talked. At first Lizanne was cautious about it,

but that would be the last time. Within seconds, I had the entire weight

of a total stranger standing right on my face while Gianna gave her

instructions and counted 'her' money. After a two minute discussion like

this, I was told to crawl to each of my six owners, kiss their feet and

beg them to spit in my face once more before I left, which I did.

Now I was led out to the car by Lizanne and still had no idea what the

weekend had in store for me. Once we got to the car, much to my horror,

there were three other girls in it, all about 25 years of age like

Lizanne. In front was Erin (a blonde haired, blue-eyed girl), in the

back seat were Lora (a brown haired girl) and April (a tall blonde). I

was told to lie on the floor in the back seat under the sneakers of

April and Lora, who were still in shock and did not know if I were going

to tell them to piss off if they ordered me to lick their shoes or if I

would do it. Lora rested her feet on my legs and April put one foot on

my shoulder and the other on the back of my head as I layed on my

stomach for the two hour ride. Lizanne told them that she stood on my

face in the house and that Gianna told her a bunch of stuff they could

do to me (I didn't hear what it was in the house due to the fact that

Lizanne's sneakers were pressed against my ears). The three other girls

just agreed with her on everything, not wanting to offend me as if they

still thought of me as a person at this point. That would all soon

change.

Soon we were in Wildwood, 90 miles from home, and the girls checked in

and then told me to carry their massive amount of luggage into the room

as they sat and rested from the trip. When I was done (after 5 trips up

and down the stairs) the curtains were drawn and I was first ordered to

my hands and knees by Lizanne and warned to "not get up until Sunday

afternoon for any reason or I was dead!" The other girls watched in

amazement as she told me to crawl to her and clean her shoes, which I

did. As I did this she told me that her and the girls would only be

wearing shoes to the nightclubs and that the rest of the time they would

be walking on the beach and boardwalk barefoot and my job would be to

clean their feet right when they came in, one after the other while they

sat and relaxed. I answered "Yes Lizanne" as I licked and the other

girls broke out in laughter (their first bit of humiliating me and not

worrying about hurting my feelings). After I cleaned the bottoms, she

took off her shoes, as did the other girls, and Lizanne said to them,

"Come on, let's go for a walk". When they left I was shaking like a

leaf. I was thinking, who are these girls and how did I get here? I did

not want to lick their feet clean from all that sand and dirt all

weekend. I did not even know them at all! After an hour and a half, the

door opened and in walked the girls, all smelling of alcohol. Lizanne

sat back and said, "Allright slaveboy, clean these feet". As she sat

back and I first licked in between each toe, the other girls got a close

look and all laughed and siad "Ewwwwe" as I swallowed a big piece of toe

jam that they spotted. They cracked up laughing when I obediently sucked

each toe and licked the top and the filthy, dirty soles spotless. It

took about 15 minutes since the bottoms were almost pitch black, but I

finished. Next was Lora, who said "Yo, slave-clean these!" 15 minutes

later April sat back and simply said, "Next". This was followed by Erin,

the most soft spoken of the bunch who just sat back and put her feet up

and smiled without saying a word.

As I cleaned their feet the others were showering and getting ready to

go out again. When they did, I was ordered to stay under the bed in case

they brought guys back to get laid. Luckily, they didn't all weekend. At

4:00 A.M., they returned drunk as ever. April walked in first and said

"Yoo-hoo, slaveboy. Come out, come out". As I was coming out head first,

April took the opportunity to step on my face with both feet and crack

up laughing at what she was doing, after about 30 seconds she got off

and a barefooted Lora stepped on the front of my face and said "Kiss the

bottom of my feet you piece of shit". There was the key word. I heard

Lizanne say "Oh my God, I forgot the absolute best part. Lora, get off

and check this out". Lora did and to my horror I saw beautiful Lizanne

pull her pants down and sit with her ass crack covering my mouth as I

was still 90% under the bed. Within seconds I heard a gigantic fart

which was followed up by the largest piece of shit that had ever been

put in my mouth. She must have been holding it in for a week. As I

chewed and chewed with Lizanne still farting on my face I could hear the

other girls cracking up and one of them saying "Hurry up, I have to go".

This is not pleasant when you don't even know who is next to shit in

your mouth. After Lizanne, it turned out to be Lora who didn't miss a

beat and went to town with shit and gas right in my mouth in front of

her friends. During the next two days, Lizanne would go two more times,

Erin once, Lora once more, and April twice. The number of times that

they would pass gas on me was way too high to count. By Sunday, I had

also cleaned every one of their grimy bare feet about ten times each

foot. I was spit on too many times to count (even by shy and quiet Erin,

much to my surprise), I had them stand on my face for minutes each time

about ten times each, and swallowed more urine than there was water in

the hotel's pool. The maid did not know it but there was literally no

reason at all for her to even touch the toilet bowl when we checked out,

it was never used. I had to sleep on my hands and knees at the foot of

Lizanne's bed with her big toe in my mouth the entire night and was told

that when I heard each of them wake up that I better crawl over to where

they were sleeping and make sure that their first step was on my face or

else! Besides what I already told you that I ate the only other food was

of my choosing exept that the rules were that whatever I picked would

have to fit under one of their feet in their sneaker while they went out

and walked on the boardwalk for an hour or so. I ate a banana, some

bread, french fries, and even a hot dog from right out of their sweaty,

smelly sneakers during the weekend.

By Sunday, usually my only day off from slave service, we went home. As

a 'reward' for my efforts, Gianna and my other five queens had assembled

to greet me and put me through my paces because they"missed me so much".

When I was returned though, Gianna had invited the other girls in for

some drinks and I spent Sunday serving a personal record TEN cruel,

bitchy females (each one of them gorgeous) in every manner that I

described before. On that day I ate the wastes of eight girls, which is

a personal record I don't think I will ever come close to again. I do

not think I will ever forget this 'Irish weekend'.

My First Girlfriend part 3: "New Ownership"

By Author Unknown

After being returned from Lizanne back to Gianna, I realized something

odd in the next few weeks---I missed Lizanne and was hoping to hear

everyday that she was renting my services again. As I worked at cleaning

my six owners shoes and feet everyday, my heart was just not into it as

before. While I never did enjoy doing these things, I had always done

them because that was what made Gianna happy and I loved the ground she

walked on. But now my feelings were changing. I no longer loved Gianna

but instead could not stop thinking about the time I spent slaving for

Lizanne and her friends for the weekend. So I decided to take a bold

chance. I no longer wanted to be Gianna's slave and considered telling

her and her friends to go fuck themselves before I left but decided that

maybe I shouldn't make them madder than I would and have the whole world

know my secrets so I just did not show up at Gianna's house one day and

instead went to Lizanne's.

When I arrived, I stood on her step for about 10 minutes not having the

courage to knock. What if she did not like having a slave and that is

why she never tried it again? What if she had a new permanent slave and

I would be left without Gianna or Lizanne? Finally, I knocked. When

Lizanne answered she looked surprised to se me. She said, "What's up?

Did Gianna send you over?" This is when I told her my feelings and she

sat quietly and thought about it while I stood before her. After a few

minutes she said, "Allright, I guess I could stand loosing my friend

Gianna if it meant gaining a full-time slave." With this I got on my

hands and knees and began to thank her when she stopped me in my tracks.

She said that I would have to agree to sign paperwork saying that she

owned me and could do as she pleased, including selling or killing me

(paperwork or no, I don't think this was legal but it made her feel more

secure of her slave, so I signed). After signing, the next few weeks

were wonderful, I served as her ashtray, her shoe shiner, her foot

cleaner, and her toilet 24 hours a day as she owned her own home and

made me move in. I had never heard from Gianna or anyone else in the

real world for many weeks until one day when Lizanne told me that she

had decided to take offers on selling me. When I heard this my heart

sank and I almost began to cry. I thought of running away, like with

Gianna, but remembered the paper I signed and did not want to break my

word to the beautiful Lizanne. The next few weeks would be the first

contact I had with anyone other than my owner.

The first prospective buyers were two girls that I had known before I

became a slave. One was my old buddy Jack's ex-girlfriend Maria and her

friend Candy. When I first saw them I was on my hands and knees with

Lizanne's five toes in my mouth for about an hour while she watched T.V.

when the doorbell rang. She yelled, "Come in" and my palms grew sweaty

as I had no idea who was coming in but knew that whoever it was would

see me in this position. When I saw it was Maria I almost shit myself. I

remembered stories Jack used to tell me before he moved away of how she

was a lunatic and would swing baseball bats at him and stuff when she

got mad. Well, she didn't change. She had come over with her friend to

try me out. She looked at me on my hands and knees sucking Lizanne's

toes and said, "Oh, I used to know him". After that Lizanne told me to

take her foot out of my mouth and face Maria on my knees and not move a

muscle. I had to stay still as I watched her swing her leg back like a

football placekicker and kick me right in the face with all of her might

just for her amusement. As I fell to the ground I had never felt so much

pain in my life. Before I knew what hit me, her friend's sneaker sole

casually was stepping on the side of my cheek and was followed by the

other one along the side of my forehead. As Candi stood on my head,

Maria talked about the price for my ownership and it was the most

physical pain that I had ever felt. Before they left two hours later,

Maria had stood on the front of my face and wiped off her shoes and her

bare feet after I licked them clean, and Candi had spit in my face about

twenty times and made me eat the largest piece of shit I had ever seen,

directly from her ass of course. As it turns out, they weren't serious

about buying but only came over for a free sample.

The next to come over was two days later. I also knew her--it was Mira

Van Enngle, the richest and most beautiful girl in the city. Every guy

wanted her not only for her beauty but for her father's money too. With

this combination all of her life, Mira was the most spoiled girl in the

city and took everything for granted. She came over and poked and

prodded at me like someone would at the tires of a used car. She sat and

relaxed and questioned Lizanne about me with her legs crossed as I

licked the dirt off of the bottom of her boots like it was normal for

her to get this kind of service (with her lifestyle, it might have

been). After the shoes, she casually mentioned that her "feet were

sweaty and she would need them cleaned." I was so amazed by how she

really seemed to think that she deserved this and was not at all taken

back by another human being licking the sweat and dirt off of her bare

feet as she sat and relaxed. Thanks to the full length mirror in

Lizanne's living room, I was able to observe how she just was able to

casually finish the last fifteen minutes of her conversation with

Lizannne as she stood on my face. She would not have felt any different

if she were standing on a pillow instead of a human head. When she was

finished talking she said goodbye to Lizanne, walked off of my face, and

left without every acknowledging my presence. The second she was out the

door, Lizanne was back to watching T.V. and my foot kissing continued.

In the last two weeks I have had four more potential 'buyers' come over;

three militant black females who made me crawl to them and kiss their

feet as they yelled at me, a heavy set girl who, thankfully, was afraid

to walk on me but loved farting on my face, Lora, Lizanne's friend from

the Irish Weekend, who always seems to want to try me out when she has

to go to the bathroom reallly bad, and two gothic girls who had me lick

their boots clean as they told Lizanne they needed a practice dummy for

their cult rituals (thank God they were broke). So for now I am still

Lizanne's slave but who knows what tomorrow holds. When and if anything

happens, and if I am physically able to get to a computer, you guys will

read about it. Until then, pray for me that my new owner is not too

rough on me.

My First Girlfriend part 2