The Partnership

The Partnership

Author Unknown
The partnership between Martin and Laura was over for
2 years now. The reason for Laura to break up with
Martin was some other guy which is not longer her
boyfriend either by now. Now she enjoyed her 19year-
old single-life together with two of her best friends,
Vivien and Denise. By threes they went downtown at
night or went to discos and bar's playing with men.
Their outfit was pretty sporting. Most of the time
they were wearing sport-shoes or Buffalos and nearly
always with white socks. And as if they knew how horny
some guys become by watching it, they always put their
pants up to the knees so that you could enjoy the view
to their feet. Or they were wearing short skirts or
shorts.
On such a day - it was a beautiful summer afternoon -
Martin went downtown shopping, as he suddenly met his
ex-girlfriend. "Hi, Martin! How are you?", Laura
greeted her ex-lover wildly. "I don't know why but I
think about you very often recently.", she said.
Martin still couldn't totally forget her and felt very
excited: "Oh, I'm fine and you?".
"Say! You got any plans for tonight yet?", she asked.
Martin became even more excited. That sounded like she
had big plans with him. If she maybe... well, it's
better not to speculate yet. "No, I don't. Why?", he
asked as cool as possible. "Well, I thought you could
come over. Just to hang around and talk about the good
old times and stuff!". He did hard to hide his
gladness. "Sure! I can do that.", Martin replied
pretty forced relaxed. "So at 8 pm then, okay?", she
said, "and bring some money, too. You'll see what this
is for!" and walked away smiling.
Martin was shaking a little, as he pushed the buzzer
at Laura's house. He took the second shower of the day
and got dressed again only for this event. He felt
like a little schoolboy fallen in love for the very
first time. She opened the door. Hell! She was dressed
up just to marvellous. He recognized by the way that
she's about to play with his little weakness. She was
wearing the shoes, Martin used to love the most on her
feet. Old Nikes - he didn't know the type - and white
socks. "Oh! There you are already!", she said, "I had
no oppurtunity to take a shower yet. I just come from
my exercices and I'm totally sweat. Especially my
socks are dripping!" She grinned at him. Laura
definitely tried to make Martin hot, but why? "Why
don't you come in". They went into the living room
with a big couch. To Martin's surprise Vivien and
Denise where already sitting on this couch. Laura sat
down next to them, so the three built a row now. "You
don't care if they are here or not, do you? I thought
it'll be more fun with them.", Laura said. Martin
still stood around stupidly. "Take a seat!" Laura
said. As Martin was just about to follow Laura's idea
and to sit down on the arm-chair to the left of the
couch Laura suddenly meant: "No! Not there! On the
floor, down to our feet!". Martin didn't understand
and just kept on standing around. "We know everything,
Martin!", Vivien told him. "And you don't want anybody
else besides us three to know about, do you?" Denise
added. "I'm sorry. But I accidently told them the
other day what you always wanted to do with my stinky
sweaty feet. That you wanted to lick them and that you
always took my old socks home with you to jerk off,
and all that stuff!", Laura admitted with a grin.
The "sorry" was obviously meant in an ironical
way. "And these two girls had the great idea to take
advantage of this situation and to give ourselves a
good time.", she continued. "Look at this PC? As you
can see we're just online with our mailprogram. We
wrote an email that describes all the perverted things
you wanted to do with me back in those days, you
little bastard. This mail is directed to all the
edutants of our school. Just one 'click' and
everybody's informed. Put 50 Dollars on the table -
now!", she suddenly commanded. "To keep our mouths
shut, you know?", Denise explained. Totally shocked by
the idea, that by today everybody could know about his
little secret, Martin put the money on the
table. "Okay, but now delete the mail and leave me
alone! Let me go!", he pleaded. The three chicks
laughed loud. "That wasn't it all - by far! Take your
clothes of - all of'em!", Vivien said. He hesitated,
but finally finding out that there's no other chance
Martin followed the instruction. "Come one over!".
Laura bounded is hands on his back. "On your knees, in
front of us!", she commanded. "Fuck you!", Martin
tried to safe his pride. Which wasn't such a good
idea, cause Denise moved the mouse-cursor allready on
the send-button. "Okay, okay!" Martin said and fell on
his knees. He saw that it's no good not to
cooperate. "Will you do everything we tell you?",
Vivien asked "Yes!", Martin grumbled. "Yes, mistress!
is the correct answer!", Laura yelled. "Yes,
mistress!", he repeated. The three girls put their
shoes out now. Laura was wearing fine white socks,
Vivien white knee-length socks and Denise black
socks. "You will now kiss our feet.", Laura
declared, "Each single foot three times. After each
kiss you will say:'Thanks mistress, for allowing me to
kiss your sweaty stinkyfoot'! Go!". Martin did as he
was told. Kneeling he bend over, his hands still tied
on his back and kissed the sole of Laura's
sockfoot. "Thanks mistress Laura, for allowing me to
kiss your sweaty stinkyfoot", he said correctly. It
took a while until he was finished with kissing 18
times and saying this phrase. "Our feet must stink
like hell. We didn't wash them or changed our socks
for 3 days now", Vivien said grinning. Now he had to
lay on his back and they all stretched their feet
right into his face, so he was forced to smell
this "special-filtered" air. "How do our feet smell?",
Denise meanly asked. "Your feet smell good, oh
mistress!" Martin replied. Denise stood up now and put
her foot on Martin's mouth and nose. Vivien and Laura
started to trample on him, but with this stinky foot-
gag on his mouth nobody was really able to hear him
scream. Laura went into the kitchen and came back with
a couple of things. "Well, girls, it's dinner-time
now." she said. They sat down and pulled of their
socks. "Go! Take them in your mouth and suck'em clean!
We wanna have clean socks later you little pig!".
Martin bend over to pick up one sock after the other
and started to suck'em. They really tasted very salty.
A fragrance of leather, rubber and sweat. While he did
his job as human washing-mashine, Laura and Vivien
smeared different stuff on their feet. Laura knew,
that Martin hated butter like hell, and she was
trampling on a piece of butter until all of it was
sticking either on her soles or between her toes.
Vivien did the same with a piece of pretty stinky
cheese, which was another hated thing. And Denise,
which was disappeared for a minute, came back with a
bowl of something yellow liquid. "Enough laundry for
now!", Laura intended, "if they're not clean by now
you just lost later. It's feeding now! Come here and
lick our feet clean!". They put their feet up the
table and leaned back easily. Denise started to film
everything from now with a video-camera. Laura smoked
a cigarette. "Lick, you slave!", Vivien commanded. His
hands still bound on his back he kneeled in front of
the table and started to lick the butter from Laura's
feet. "Lick them right clean you slave! Don't forget
between the toes! That's good!". He licked it all off.
Even some sock-fussles he swallowed. The girls grinned
and laughed. As he came to Vivien's cheesy-feet, he
almost threw up. With a loud laughter she pressed him
her feet in his face, so that Martin's face was
smeared all over. He licked for his life. "Ok, you
slaveboy! Lick our stinky, dirty, sweaty and smeared
feet right clean. If you do a good job we'll tell
nobody". The last thing was to dry-lick Denise's feet
full with urin. That was really kind of hard. The
mixture of foot-sweat, sock-fussels and bitter urin
was spreading on his whole tongue. "Enough for now!",
Laura decided. The 3 girls put all their socks, Vivien
and Laura even their archsupport in the bowl with the
urin, stirred and pressed it all out well. "Drink this
out - and you may go!". Martin did hard, but he did
it, cause he knew that he had no other chance, and
that the pain would be over after that. Denise went on
filming all that. "Okay! Now shut up, go home and when
I call you, you know what you have to do!", Laura
menaced. "You will be our lick- and footslave for a
very long time now!".