The Tennis Match

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The bet!!!

The bet!!!

by cjjcjjc


My sister was older than am by 2 years making her 20 she always used to pick on me at home at school every where never hit it me it was just always making coments lieing about me and I was sick of it.My sister is called Rebecca shes got long blone hair a taned body even in winter (sunbed) she has size 14 shoes just like Mom I think shes ugly but every guy in my school says shes hot and comments like "i would do her".Well back to the story I was sick of it I wanted to get her back big time.So I a made a bet with her loser dose winners house work for a month she said no I tryed and I tryed In the end she said fine but if I won I got £100 If she one I did Anything she said the game was cards person with four highist card won I thought I would cheat I put 4 Aces on top of the red pack and made sure all four Aces were on bottom of blue my sister walked in and grabed the red pack "no thats my pack" she looked at me and said "so what a packs a pack" I whent pale of course I lost.

Mum was a sleep on couch after been at work all day "ok smell mums feet for one hour" Rebecca laugthed and sat on the chair watching I am one of those people who thinks if you have made a bet you should honour it I fell t my knees and crawled to mums feet and took a little wiff god they stunk "no put you face in them and take deep breaths" I did as I was asked I could feel the sweat off mums feet runing down my face I started smelling more and more each smell fellt like it was shooting up my nose to my brain it was hell I couldn't even see the clock to see if my time was up the big sweaty vinigur like feet were in my face I stoped and looked up at the clock it had been 30 mins my sister had left room "If shes gone so I am I" as whent to leave I herad "awwwww stoping already" I turned around to see Mum looking at me I couldn't speak "why were you smelling my feet?" mum asked so I told her everything about the bet she called Rebecca down and asked her about the bet "STOP IT FOR F*CK SAKE HES ALWAYS LYEING ABOUT ME IM OFF TO BED DONT CALL ME DOWN FOR ANY MORE LYES" Rebecca shouted like she was offened

"well look at that because you lyed about enjoying mummys feet you up set your sister what do you think your punishment should be?"

"well look at that because you lyed about enjoying mummys feet you up set your sister what do you think your punishment should be?" Mum asked I looked at her my whole body was trembleing I had no idea what was install for me all thanks to that stupid evil bitch Rebecca as long I live I will hate for this."I know what I'm not evil we have a faimly court tommorow I will be judge you vs your sister"
The next day I walked in to the garden for the family court I surpised by how many people were there.There was Aunt Marge and Aunt Mary the twins they both were in there 40s but looked like they were in their 50s they were fat and realy ugly im talking freddy kruger type ugly not just me ugly.My Aunt Jessica now she was realy beautiful I know I shouldn't but i've always had a crush on her from her long red firey hair to her perfect tan to her smooth soft skin.........Anyway My Cousin Tori she was as beautiful as her mum (Aunt Jessica) but as mean as Rebecca and Rebecca's best friend seeing her I knew I was pretty much screwed.
The trail begun we as a family bealived that all was fair in the family court it was only used in drastic cases I told them all about how I set up the deck the bet everything my sis just lied.After they all talked about it the jury (Aunt Mary and Marge ,Aunt Jessica and cousin Tori) Aunt Jessica stood up and said "we the Jury find Rebecca guilty of lieing and order her to pay Mark £500 in compensaion" I smiled I was happy I won I laugthed at Rebecca untill Aunt Jessica said "but how ever Mark did Cheat in first place so Rebecca will pay him the £500 and since smelling your feet was his own fault we order him to be your personal slave for rest of his life" I stoped laugthing and just wanted to argue but I knew I couldn't then my Mum said "Ok the Judge agrees but since a slave can not have its own money I will have the £500 and slave boy will remove all of the shoes off the jury and kiss and smell their feet and thank them one by one"
I had to crawl like a dog across the grass and up to Aunt Marge I removed her shoes and kissed her feet "thank you" I said and took a deep whiff oh my god it was horible rember mums was like it was shooting up my nose to my brain well this was 10 times worse after 5 mins of smelling i repeted on Aunt Mary then came Aunt Jessica I passiontly kissed her perfect feet she Laughted "enjoying that?" she asked "no...no I was thanking you" I then I had to smell it smelled incredable was there anything about this woman I didn't like? Then came Tori hers was like her mothers but she kept saying "sniff them you worthless little prick" and griping my nose with toes.
The next day My slavery begun badly I woke up chained to the bed seeing my mum grining evily she ut her horible feet against my face and pulled my pants down and stroked my cock "your not leaving till your hard boy" she rubed it up and down up and down with her hand but the smell of her feet was making it imposible to get turned onthis countined till I was so used to the smell I couldn't notice it and then it happed my cock stood up It was like It had just woken up I then started cuming my mum removed her feet and wiped them all over my cock geting the cum between her toes she put her feet to my face "your so lucky breakfast in bed........"

The Basketball Bet

The Basketball Bet

By: David Mendelson

    This is a true story. I'm am the middle child of 3 whose names ill call Michelle and Jon. My parents were divorced and this story takes place at my dad's house.

    Michelle was a junior in high school and jon was in 8th grade at the time. Anyway on with the story. We were coming home from getting ice cream (me,michelle,jon,

    and my dad), and we got to talking about basketball. Me and Michelle are huge basketball fans and we were arguing on a play in a college basketball game. I always

    made jokes about my sister liking noses because she used to grab mine all the time. She also knew I had a foot fetish and knew I hated it when she talked about it.

    We brought these points up in every fight we had. When we got home we went downstairs and before going on the computer to check who was right, we decided to

    make a bet. If I won she had to lick my nose (I said this joking of course) and she said if she won I would have to worship her feet for 5 minutes. Now my sister was a

    very attractive girl and as disgusting as it sounds got hard thinking about it. I tried not to let it distract me. We checked and sure enough she was right. I was leaving

    the room when she asked me why I was walking out on my bet. I told her that I thought we were kidding, but she didn't fall for it (Thank you). I pretended to dreadfully

    walk over there and lie on the floor. She told me I better get ready for some stink cuz she was wearing those shoes and socks all day. She took off her shoes and put

    them over my nose. The smell was terrible. Then she immediately took off her socks and shoved them in my mouth. She was enjoying every minute of my sucking on

    her cheesy sock. She told me to sniff her stinky, sweaty feet. I was beginning to get hard and I was inhaling deeply. With about 2 minutes left she took the socks out

    of my mouth and told me to suck on her toes. I stuck her toes in my mouth and got the taste of vinegar in my mouth. I was eating her toe jam and licking up and down

    her size 9 foot. I think I was about to explode, my dick hurt so much in my pants. "One more minute," she said make it good. I sucked on her feet as if I would never

    use my mouth again. When the 5 minutes were up I could barely give her back her foot. This being my first foot experience,  I then ran upstairs and jacked off. Me and

    my sister haven't talked about it since but I will always remember it.

My Girlfriend Gianna

My Girlfriend Gianna

By kha_lood@hotmail.com

When I was 18, I met my first girlfriend, Gianna. At first it was just like any normal relationship, complete with our share of little game playing. One of the things we used to do, though, would change my life forever. It all started out when Gianna asked me how much I loved her and I told her that I loved her enough to bow down and actually kiss her feet (not thinking that she would take me up on the offer). Not only did she ask me to do this but she had me do it every night. It did not matter to her if we were on the beach walking around barefoot all day or if her feet were in her sneakers without socks and sweating that day, my job had become to worship her feet for longer and longer periods each and every night. This took a turn for the worse when one day we were in a terrible argument over something I had done and Gianna pointed to the floor and told me, "You better get down on your hands and knees and kiss my feet and beg for forgiveness or you are out of here!". I loved her so much and did not want to lose her so I did her request. She was still furious after half an hour of my begging and decided to call her friend Diane, who never really liked me just like all of Gianna's friends. She explained what had happened and Dianne must have asked where I was and I heard Gianna casually say, "Oh, he's here on the floor kissing my feet right now". This must have freaked Diane out because I heard Gianna trying to convince her that it was true for 5 minutes before she eventually told her to come over and see for herself. Now let me explain that I am a straight male and am not really into kissing my girlfriend/owners feet much less someone that I do not particularly like. This meant nothing to Gianna. She hung up the phone and pulled me up to my knees by my hair explained to me what would be required of me when her friend arrived, and I obeyed because I did not want to lose the love of my life. Then the doorbell rang and my life would never be the same. As instructed I answered the door and let Diane in. She had a look on her face as if she was still trying to figure out if this was real or not. Once in the living room Diane said hi to her friend and sat down. It was then that I knew my instructions but wasn't sure if Gianna would actually make me do it or if she were bluffing. So I just stood there. Gianna looked at me and said, Well...we're waiting". At this point I swallowed my pride and got on my hands and knees and crawled to Diane and bowed my head down and said, "Diane, I am now Gianna's slave. Would you like me to clean your sneakers with my tongue for you?" There was still hope, maybe Diane could not put anyone through such humiliation and would refuse out of kindness. No such luck. After about a minute of her hysterical laughter, Diane said, "Sure, I have been waiting to do something like this to you for a long time now. Start with the tops". Like a good slave I bowed my head and for the first time in my life, actually began licking someone's dirty sneaker. As I licked, I could hear them talk as if I were a piece of property. They said this is a dream come true and that it was something every girl should own. When the tops were finished I thought I was done, and then to my horror, sat back, put her feet up and pointed, saying "allright, now I want the bottom of my sneakers to look just like the day I bought them". Without knowing why I didn't run, I did this and gave them blackmail material on me forever. The next day I woke up hoping that this would be something that would be forgotten and never repeated again. Silly me. Gianna and her friends were all 18 and seniors in high school. I was a recent graduate and not doing anything that day. Around 1:00 I got a phone call from her between classes and she told me to be at her house (I had the key) and waiting for her on my hands and knees with my head bowed to the floor at 3:00. When the time came and I bowed down waiting for her I was so nervous, not having any idea what to expect. I heard the door open and saw Gianna's shoes walk next to me, then I saw Diane's walk to the other side, and then to my absolute horror, I saw a third unidentified pair. When Gianna told me to kneel upwards, I looked up into the eyes of my most hated enemy, Melissa. A little background on Melissa: she was Gianna's friend who she had to stop seeing because me and her were always at each others throats. I had spit on Melissa once, thrown a slap at her, and called every name under the sun until I told Gianna it was either her or me, and at the time the choice was me. Now I am on my knees in front of her and I see her grab me by the hair, pull my head back and spit a gigantic wad of spit right in my face before she even says a word. Melissa broke out laughing at me and told me to bow down and clean every speck of dirt off of her shoes and told me that my impending punishment would be more severe if I didn't. As she relaxed and I knelt, she would have me tell her how sorry I was for the stuff I did in the past and have me answer while still licking the bottom of her shoes. The other girls laughed at how my speech sounded with my tongue dragging across the bottom of Melissa's footwear.

This bring me to my life today. For the last six months I have stayed kneeling every day at three o'clock only to have Gianna, Diane, Melissa, and three other girls come over Gianna's every day after school. My duties are:

Shoe cleaning: I must crawl to all six girls and lick clean the top and bottom of their sneakers, no matter what they stepped in (usually on purpose).

Feet cleaning: I then wash my mouth with soap and crawl back to them and take off their shoes and socks. At this point I start with licking in between each toe and swallowing the toy jam, them I suck each toe and chew any long toenails and swallow them, then I lick the top and bottom of their bare feet until they push my face away with the bottom of their foot.

Toilet service: This all takes place in the basement and the bathroom is upstairs. Gianna tells me that her friends shouldn't have to walk all the way upstairs to go to the bathroom as long as I am there. Melissa always tells me that she holds it in day in school, no matter how much she ate or drank just waiting for me. I don't think that Melissa has even used a toilet that much in the last six months.

Air freshener: The girls do not like the smell when one of them has gas so my job is to sit on the floor in front of a chair, tilt my head back so it is face up on the seat, and then whoever has to will pull her pants down and sit with my face up the crack of her ass and fart directly into my open mouth so that I can suck it up and they don't have to smell it. Melissa usually "accidentally" forgets to stop sitting on my face for a few minutes after farting.

Punching bag: Whenever one has a breakup or it's that time of the month, I stay on my hands and knees and am kick, punched, spit on, and beaten for as long as it takes to make them feel better.

Doormat: There is not a day that goes by where I do not have all six standing on me at once. Luckily, there combined weight is only about 650 pounds. usually they will all stand on me, the one who is standing on my face will wipe her bare feet off on it for about a minute, then get off and go to the back of the line (my legs) and wait her turn again. This is done to toughen me up for when they have a party in the future and I will be the doormat.

Ashtray: I stay on my hands and knees with my mouth open while Melissa (the only smoker) taps her ashes into my mouth. And finally,

Amusement: They like to sit in a wide circle, blindfold me, and have me crawl to whomever I think snapped their fingers and kiss their feet. If I am right, I go back to the middle and await the next snap, if I am wrong, the person whose feet I kissed gets to spit in my face and I try again.

So this is my life now and I hope you have enjoyed it. My owners have also told me to say that I am available for parties with them only requiring a small fee for my services. Oh well, I have to go, it's almost three o'clock.

fay and her footboy

fay and her footboy

by ancil

“Whap!” “Forty-eight-thank-you-mistress!”

“Whap!!” “Forty-nine-thank-you-mistress!”

Mistress Fay hesistates, reluctant to deal the final blow. She wishes she had assigned twice as many lashes.

The switch hangs heavily in the black palm of her hand, fingerless latex gloves stretched to her elbows. She wears only them, a matching latex mini-skirt, and a pair of strappy black pumps, her foot tapping indecisively as she contemplates the form before her.

Her slave hangs by his wrists from a wooden frame in front of her. His knees bent, he is just shorter than her. A blindfold is tidily strapped over his eyes. He is lean but muscled, fully-shaven but for the messy shlock of brown hair on top of his head. He tends to be rather unkept. That’s what she’s for.

Her slave wears forty-nine bright pink lines across his back, more a few of them across his ass-cheeks. She finds their arrangement aesthetically pleasing. She is an artist. Fay already knows where the last line will go.

Then she has a wonderful idea. Smiling gleefully to herself, she finishes off the portrait.

“Whap!!” “F-fifty! Thank you mistress!”

She sets down her switch and gives his shoulders a rub. Her latex palms pinch his arms and slide down his sides. “You took that very well, slave,” she says. He says nothing. “But i bet your back must really hurt.”

She wraps her arms around his chest and pulls herself against his back. He winces as her breasts come into contact with his bruises.

“There’s a remedy for back pain,” she whispers in his ear, her long nails running up and down his chest, “a remedy i’ve heard of, and i’m sure you’re familiar with it. You’ve seen it - you lie down, and someone walks across your back. Barefoot.”

He gasps, gasps at the thought of his mistress’s perfect feet, at the thought of her perfect bare feet on his skin. He adores her feet, and she knows this. The fingers planted on his abdomen can feel the warmth of his @#%$ as it grows.

“Do you think that would work, slave?” she asks. “Do you think that would help?” He says nothing. His opinion, he knows, is ultimately unimportant. “Okay,” she whispers low and husky in his ear, “we’ll try that.”

After a few moments the blindfold is removed, and he sees his mistress’s beautiful face, ringed by long blond curls. Her nose is a tiny dart, her smile warm and wide. As she steps aside to undo his cuffs, he sees she has set a soft blue blanket on the floor for him.

After freeing him, she steps to the blanket, wearing his blindfold on her forehead like a headband. She stands beside one end of the rectangle of the blanket. “Come and lie down on the blanket, slave.”

He walks next to her and begins to kneel, stretching himself out on his chest, with his head at the opposite end from her feet. She stops him. “I want your head right here,” she says, tapping her toes. “Lie on your back, too. I’ve decided i’d much rather walk on your front.”

Her slave does as she commands, trying not to tremble too visibly at the thought of her perfect feet on his chest. Lain on the blanket, he tries to dispel the thought of her feet next to his head, her toes peeking out over the edge of her shoe.

Fay kneels on one leg to unlace one pump. “Be a good boy and hold this?” she says, wedging her heel in his mouth. She pulls her foot from it. He watches her plump, creamy sole rise from his face. “That’s what i like about you. You’re such a good little footboy.” He whimpers with the heel of her shoe on his tongue.

She removes her shoes, one from his mouth and one from her foot. She lifts one leg, holding her foot above his face. He bites his lip, trying not to drool with the sleek shape of her foot before him, five perfectly-round toes sitting at the end. They wiggle.

“Uh-uh. No lookie.” She brings her sole down slowly across his eyes, blotting out all sight of it. A tiny moan slides up from his throat at the feeling of her warm foot on his face. He hopes she doesn’t hear it.

Fay replaces her foot with the blindfold, and steps quietly away towards his abdomen. She prods his side with her bare toes, and he squirms, releasing a squeak.

Gently, she steps onto his lower chest, one foot at a time, feeling him grunt as his body accomodates her weight. “Mmmm,” she sighs, feeling warm muscle beneath her feet. She curls her toes, digging her nails into him.

She moves toward his head, walking along the straight line of his chest. He groans under her weight, though aroused by the feel of her soles on his skin. She lifts a foot, scratching at his neck with her toenails. He coos, releasing the breath pressed from his lungs by her one foot, that heaviest of foots in the entire world.

His mistress turns and steps back toward his pelvis, stopping in front of his trembling @#%$. Long and stiff, it telegraphs his arousal. She lifts a foot toward it, running the pad of her big toe down it and the nail of her toe back up.

She feels him shiver beneath her foot. Amused, she turns and lowers herself, sitting on his chest. His @#%$ slides between the hot latex seam of her crack, and he can feel the warmth of her ass on his chest. And of course, her bare soles, her legs pulled up in front of her.

Her feet claw slowly up his chest like a shipwrecked islander across a beach. Her toes slide across the skin of his neck, and she takes his chin between her two feet.

“Do you like your mistress’s feet, slave?” She pushes his chin back with her soles, toes curled over the edge of his face.

“Y-yes, mistress,” her slave answers. “I love them.”

“Worship them,” she hisses.

Anticipation building in his foot-held throat, he begins to bring his hands from his sides to hold them. In a moment her feet are on his hands, wrists pinned by her arches to the floor. His head bobs forward, gasping at the speed with which her feet have trapped him.

“Noooo hands,” she warns him playfully. He tries to hold in his whimpers as her feet work back up his arms. She presses her heels up against the bottom of his chin, then her soles climb over onto his face, one on top of the other over his lips.

She can feel the hum of his moan, trapped beneath her feet. His nose puffs breath across her toes, and she curls them against his face. “Worship them,” she reminds him.

He slowly opens his mouth to kiss her soft sole. Then he opens it a bit more, licking the ball of her foot. His tongue slides across her smooth skin easily.

She slides her soles over his face, encouraging him to lick. They stroke his cheeks and nose and ruffle his hair. He laps at her arches and her heels and her toes. She runs her toes between his lips one by one, eager to feel his tongue on their pads and in between.

“Mmmmm,” she sighs, “you’re such a good footboy.” She reaches a hand around behind her to his @#%$ wedged along her ass. She begins to run a long nail along the length of his shaft. His shudder is a warm buzz against her bare ass and cunnie.

Her feet plant themselves on his cheeks, keeping him steady. “Tell me,” she says, still stroking him, “what do mistress’s feet smell like?”

Her toes ride up along his nose, pinching it between. Toes sit on the rim of his nostril, waiting to be smelt. “They smell like, l-like...leather. Like w-wet leather. Like wet leather slapping.”

“And what,” she asks, “do they taste like?” She pops a big toe into his mouth, and he suckles it like a child, tongueing its broad pad. “What do they taste like?”

“They taste,” he stammers, as her toe slips from his mouth, “they taste...they t-taste...delicious.”

She smiles. “Then eat.”

She spreads her toes across his face, and he licks eagerly at and between them, as she tells him, through sighs, just what she will do.

“What i’m gonna do to you...mmmm...one night...i’m going to kneel you at the foot of my bed...tie you to the footboard...ummm...tie you real tight, and you’re gonna wear my foot for a gag...mmmm, haha, while i sleep, yes...”

He whimpers into her toes, still suffering the tip of her nail on his @#%$, its speed never wavering. He nibbles the meat below the base of her toes.

“Maybe...invite some friends over...and we’ll put you in front of the coffee table, and sit down...mmmm, three of us...sit down on the couch...and we’ll line up our feet on the table in front of you...worship them, yeah, all six, haha...” Fay slides one foot onto the floor, spreading her legs to slip a finger into her @#%$. “Yeah...and you’ll suck all thirty toes...one-by-one-by-one...all the way across...”

His tongue begins to smack wildly against her sole. That finger on his @#%$ still does not vary its speed. The one in her cunnie, however, is humming like a bumblebee. He can feel her warm juices trickle onto his chest.

“Hee hee...maybe...find a nice set of stocks to lock you in...then maybe...maybe we’ll have some fun with your feet for a change...with matches and pins and ice cubes and feathers.” She pinches his head. That does it.

He reaches his peak and she begins to milk him, squeezing out his hot juice across her back. This and the sensation of him screaming his lust into her soles brings her own efforts at self-pleasure to a head. She splashes onto his chest.

“Uhh-hhh-huhh.”

Dazed, Fay pushes herself back up with her hands. Wet and sticky, she slides off him easily. He continues to lick very gently at her soles. She lifts her feet from him, dripping saliva and sweat. He stiffens himself, biting his mouth closed.

“Oohh,” she says, “you’ve gotten mistress all messy.” She giggles. “I think you need a punishment...fifty lashes before bed tonite!” His mistress struggles to get back on her feet. “And when you’re all good and bruised again...maybe your back will need another...treatment?”

She stands, looking down on her slave. He cannot see her smile. He tries - and fails - to hide his.

end

Action/Reaction

Action/Reaction 

by cjjcjjc 

Part 1 Introduction.

Have you ever heard of Newton's laws of motion? Well one of them says “To every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.” This is true in classical mechanics and it’s true in life. Others prefer to say “Karma” when talking about life but I prefer Newton's law as the sentence above sounds more poetic I guess than just “Karma” but call it what will this story supports.

Now every story needs a main character, Ours is Cindy Summers. Cindy is a typical teenage drama queen. She was also spoiled by her father. The fact she was daddy’s spoiled little princess caused problems with her mother Denise. Cindy was the type who never did any house work and was a complete bitch to everyone but her friends.

Cindy’s father passed away and Denise tried her best but Cindy was still acting like the princess and like a bitch. Denise worked hard to get money, She took a waitressing job after her husband’s death to pay the bills. Money was tight but she always did her best. She even insisted on Family Games night to try and make Cindy and her other daughter Crystal, feel like the family is still together. She even invited her sister, Cindy’s Aunt Irene.

Action

“Oh come on Mom. If I don’t get a phone from this year I’ll be an outcast, a freak, a loser. I’ll have to sit with fat kids who don’t wash. Can you really do that to your own daughter?” Cindy whined to her mother. The blonde haired girl pouted as she begged.

“No we don’t have the money dear. It’s either Soccer camp for your Sister or a phone for you. We don’t have the money to pick both. Since you had that new music toy it’s your sister’s turn for a treat.” He Mother told her trying to do her job. She hated it when her daughters bothered her at work.

“It’s called Rock Band, It’s not a toy we learning to be a music group and soccer camp? SOCCER CAMP? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I DON’T EVEN GET A PHONE AND THE LITTLE LESBIAN GETS TO GO TO SOCCER CAMP? GOD YOU HAVE BEEN HANGING AROUND THESE IDIOTS TOO MUCH. I HATE YOU.” Cindy shouted at her mother before dramatically storming off. (Hey I warned you she was a spoiled little drama queen so don’t even bother rolling your eyes in shock)

Denise felt so small. Everyone in the diner was staring her. She could hear the whispers too. People judging her, thinking she was a horrible parent and some even believing the lesbian comment. “That little cow.” Denise thought clearing a table of dishes. She had never been so humiliated in all her life.

Reaction

That night was family games night. It may be a cheesy or corny concept but the fact of the matter is it was a single mother’s attempt to keep her family strong and together. The night was basically all 4 members (Denise , Cindy , Crystal and Irene.) would sit down and play a board game together from Monopoly to Clue it was game time. Each week a different person picks a game. This week was Crystal the youngest member of the family at age 12. You can usually tell the age or type of person by the games they pick.

Denise and Irene usually pick the classic type of games. Monopoly, scrabble, clue. The old time games. This writer personally thinks that is due to those been the games they are use to. After all if your choosing a game what would be a better strategic move than choosing a game you know better than your opponents?

Cindy the teenager tended to pick the games with more flash or games about pop starts or movies. Scene it! For example is one of her favourites and how perfect an example it is. A game that uses a dvd as well as the regular board and the questions are all about movies. You don’t get more different from the classics than that. I think that is her trying to cooler than everyone and so choosing the games with the most flair.

Cindy however was still basically a kid. She was at that Tween years. Not a child but not a teenager. Her games were usually the really interactive games like Twister or pop up pirate. Games that had something to keep her attention. This is because let’s face it at that age who could really not get bored playing a word game or a classic board game?

Today Cindy chose the board game “Who dares wins!” for those not familiar you draw a card each round and do what the card says. Usually these are simple stuff like “hop on one leg” but there were some harder dares mixed in. If you fail the dare you get a wedge similar to trivial pursuit. If you get 4 you are out of the game. There was other rules but I’m not going to sit here advertising a game to you. You get the point now.

The game had been going 30 minutes before Cindy’s turn that would never be forgotten. She had 3 of the 4 wedges needed to loose and if there is one thing Cindy hates it’s to loose. She rolled the dice and thanks to the roll moved forward 6 spaces. She reached down pulled up a card.

“Kiss the feet of one player. You choose who.” She read. Her mouth dropped.

“Pick me Cindy.” Crystal laughed lifting up her foot. Her foot was pitch black from walking around all day barefoot.

“Gross.” Cindy said then looked over at her Aunt Irene and then to her Mother and back again. She had a choice to make and she knew she had too or loose the game.

“I choose …. “ Cindy said looking at her Aunt’s dirty shoes and back at her mothers clean slippers.

“I chose mom.” She finally managed to say.

“Are you sure?” Her mother smirked back at her smugly.

“Yes I’m sure.” Cindy told her.

“Perfect. Then I’m playing my little keepsake card, Use this card on one player to make them have to repeat the dare whenever you say.” Her mother laughed evilly. Cindy was in shock. She was going to have to kiss them whenever her mother said until the game finished. This game doesn’t end till there is no more players. It could last hours.

“Oh it gets better. I’ve not had a change to shower since I got back from work.” Her mother laughed more kicking her slippers off her feet. The second they were removed she could see how oily the soles of her mother looked. The smell started to fill the room.

“Ewww, those feet reek.” Irene mocked her sister as she held her noise in mock disgust.

“I bet you wish you chose me now.” Crystal roared with laughed at her sister.

Cindy sank down to her knees. The smell oozing out the feet made her nose wrinkle in disgust. Her mother wiggled her toes now inches from the poor girls face. She felt sick to her stomach. This game had quickly turned from family fun to the most humiliating moment of her life. It was officially hell.

“Wait don’t be so ready to kiss them. They want dinner and a movie first.” Her mother mocked as the family was again in a fit of laugher.

“Seriously Irene you have to take a photo of this. Let your Aunt get her camera out.” Her mother told her pulling her feet away.

“Got it!.” Irene said proudly holding the camera to her feet.

“Say cheese.” Her mother taunted her.

“It’s hard not to say cheese at your feet Mom.” Crystal replied making the group laugh again. Cindy however reminded quiet and leaned in placing her lips upon the soft oily wrinkled soles in front of her face. When the lips touched She saw a flash and heard a click. Again and again. Irene was wasting no time in taking photo after photo.

Cindy back away after kissing. Her face red with embarrassment. She looked at Mother for some change that it was over.

“Kiss my feet again. Cindy your never going to stop kissing my feet during this game. I bet your lips will be sore next games night.” Her mother told her in a oddly calm voice. Then it hit her, He mother was actually going to keep kissing her feet all night.

Cindy found herself kissing up and down the soles of her mother. She was right she hadn’t showered since work and working an 8 hour shift as a waitress and walking to and from work made her feet sweat so bad. The smell was impossible to escape.

It assaulted the girls noise in away Cindy never knew possible. But there she kneeled on the floor kissing up to the soles. It made it so much more humiliating the fact they had gone back to the game and were ignoring the kissing now like it was the most natural thing in the world. Worse still was the odd sense of powerless Cindy felt over fact she hated her mother, the smell of her feet was awful, yet their Cindy found herself kissing up to them.

After an hour of kissing Cindy saw the card out the corner of her eye “Use this card on one player to make them have to repeat the dare once whenever you say” Wait …. Once?!? Cindy realized.

“Hey the card says ….” Cindy started as her mother knocked her to the floor and wasted no time in keeping the feet pressed over her face.

“Ah much better. Shuts her up and because they are touching her lips it’s still kissing” Denise explained as they continued to play the game. It was Denise’s turn and she pretended to drop the dice. She bent down to pick it up.

“Awww you figure out it was just meant for one repeat? How do you feel? Small? Humiliated? That’s how I felt when you showed me up at work. You spoiled brat have had this coming for ages and I am going to savor every moment of this.” Her mother whispered with glee at the situation.


To Be continued ………

An Evening With Eva

An Evening With Eva
By Author Unknown

"Ok meet me at 7:00pm" Eva said
"where ev?"
"i 'll be waiting for you at the 4th street corneris it ok?"
"it would be fine ,ev"
"ok,hey are you sure you can handle it? There is nothing normal there i must warne ya"
"just try me baby,yes ev i am pretty sure i want to do it"
"ok ,then be on time"
"i will"
"see ya"
"bye"
there i took a long breath with a moment of thinking, yes i really want to do that it was soething deep inside my mind tell me it's worth it i took a look to y watch it was 5 o'clock i dont have a plantey of time i got up and started to get y self ready for this evinig at 7:00 sharp Eva arrived ,she smiled at me and told me to get into her white BMW sport car, i get in and after a friendly kiss i said:"Eva,you look gorgeous,you always do" " stop flattering you, i need to get rid of soe pounds"
"oh no baby,you look great just the way you are" "anyway,we need to go , i dont like beeing late it would takes 20 mins to reach there, are you ready"
"yes"
Eva is one of my best friends,she is 26 yrs about 5,7 feet green eyes fire hair and with the velvet voice she has she was almost perfect.
At 7:25 we were standing in front of the door of the one floor house after three regular knocks(they seem as a sign or something) a tall guy with black long hair wearing a maid uniform opened the door and started some greetings sentences
"hi,Mistress Eva Ma'am,hello sir , Mistress norma is waiting for you"
"oh,thank you jojo , i know my way " Eva said that while she passed him as he was nobody , i didnt know what to say ,so i just folowed my friend who turned to me and said"that's joseph Mistress norma's husband_slave"
"intresting"
as we continue to the living room , when we entered there i saw Mistress norma she was in the first 30th about 5,9 feet blue eyes with a perfect body
"hello Eva i really missed you hunny"she said that while she stood up and gave eva a big kiss on her mouth
"hello norma , it's been a long time , that's my friend A i told you about"
"hello MR.A , i hope you are going to enjoy your night with us"
"i am really sure Mistress norma, it's nice to meet you" i said that while i take her hand and kissed it
"you may call me norma,you are not my slave, yet"with a general laghter she invited us to set i could guess she is british at least that what her tone seemd to be after a short chat she took a bell net to her and rang it, as soon as the bell rang jojo was infront of norma kneeling
"go bring brian ,jojo"
"yes Mistress"
in a minute jojo was kneeling again with a white man about 6 feet with blind hair and glasses on "jojo you may leave"
"thank you Mistress"
"eva , what do you think of my new slave" norma asked
"i cant tell yet ,norma he looks good but we need to try him" eva said that with a smile
"of caurse hunny"
"MR A would you join us here?" norma asked
"oh thanks , but i am not into that i am here just for watching"i smiled at her then she took a scissors from the draw net to her and started to tease brian by passing it on his face slowly "you have a nice golden hair brian,i guess you like it" she said that while she smiled and look at Eva , i didnt want to belive what i was thinking about,is she going to do it,oh my god but why? ,when she caught my thoughts with an angry countenance on her face"but the only problem that it's the same color of my hair and i dont like you to have it, do you agree Mistress Eva?" looking at Eva
"you are abslotly right Mistress norma" said that while she was playing with his hair
"dont wory you will look better"(a laghter came out the both ladies) she started to cut his hair slowly , happly,and she was showing him each wisp while Eva was smoking a cigarret with a big smile and some jokes of the poor brian well,the bold brian now was kneeling infront of thoose tow ladies with tears runing out his eyes but he tried to keep them in his eyes,when norma said"stand up slut,and go bring the sweeper from the kitchen and clean this trash" he stood up and run into the kitchen while Eva turned to me and asked"what do you think?"
"i dont know , was it necessary to shave his head?"
"i am affraid yes it is"norma answered
"now he will belive that he cant control a thing in his life,he is not allowed to think,act ,or say anything without the approval of the Mistress"Eva said
"i see"
brian was back and start to clean the hair all over the floor and put it in the trash and get back to where he was kneeling here norma asked Eva about the dirt on her shoes and she replied"you know hunny it's raining out there"
"brian , clean Mistress Eva shoes"norma said,so he get up tp bring something he could clean the lady's shoes when norma stopped him with a slap on his face and leaded him to the ground againsaying"WITH YOUR TOUNGE SLUT" so he crawled to Eva's shoes and began to lick and i can till you it was really dirty ,Eva was looking at the pet_human under her shoes that victory look "i want it to shine shithead"Eva said ,he continued licking , when the shoes was clearly shining Eva gave him the sole oh my god what she was doing i thought to my self,i need to say something but no it's not my businiess , so brian licked her shoes sole
"remove my shoes slut"Eva said
"yes Mistress Eva" and he started to remove it,Eva was wearing a 2 inches , black shoes with a nylon stockings and to be honest i always dreamed to kiss her feet(damn i am jealous now i wanted to be at brian's position)then i noticed that i had an eriction
"do you want to kiss my feet ,brian"
"yes Ma'am,please"
"what are you going to do for that,slut"
"anything Ma'am"
"oh anything shithead?"
"yes Ma'am anything"
"then beg me" with a smile on Eva 's face
"please Mistress Eva may i kiss your feet,may i be your feet slave?"
"boring"Eva siad
"Mistress Eva please i will do any thing you want just let me kiss your feet and suck on each toe,they are a godess feet"
"bad try shithead"and countinued"shithead do you want to be my foot slave?"
"yes Ma'am"
"well,it's not my buisinis then, you should ask it"
"ask who Mistress?"
"my foot stupid,you want to be its slave dont you?"with a laugh came out the both women a really loud one
"go ahead slut"Mistress norma said while she continued laghing Eva raised her foot to his face "ask my foot nicely shithead"(laugh)
"call it Mistress foot"norma siad
"Mistress foot , may i be your slave?"
"what the hell is that beg it more shithead"Eva said
"please Mistress foot may i be ur slave,i will do what ever you want me to i will obey every command and i beg you Mistress foot to accept me as your pet,slut,pig just please say yes"
"what the hell are trying to do ?"Eva said and turned to norma"norma you didnt mintion that he is a stupid and a maniac,for god seak norma he is talking t
o a foot"and very loud laghter of Eva and Norma came,even me i couldnt keep my self brian 's face turned red with embarssment and he faced the floor "brian take off my stockings"
"yes Mistress Eva"and he took them off
"now lick my feet, the sole"
brian started to lick Eva's feet like a hungry animal while norma poured my a wine glass and gave it to me she got one to herself too
"shithead stop and go get a bowel full of water , cool water"
so he went to do what he was told "you are going to get used on that A"Eva said
"he got a hard erection Eva"norma said smiling
"w well i i am "i didnt know what to say
"come on norma dont push so hard"Eva said with a smiling and strange look at me brian get back with a water bowel "put it beside my feet shithead"Eva said brian put the bowel on the floor and knelt there
"now wash my feet"
"yes Mistress"
he began to wash her feet slowly and gently like he wants more of thoose feet and yes i dont blame him he continued to wash them for more than 30 min while we had a normally chat like nothing was happining there
"now stop shithead"
"yes Mistress i hope you like it"
"oh it was not that bad"eva continued"but you are not finished shithead"
"yes Mistress"
"you take this bowel,and drink the water you washed my feet with, i want you to drink every drop shithead"
and without hesitation brian took the bowel to his mouth and drink every drop while norma looked at him proudly i mean he is her slave in the last
"put my stockings and shoes on"
"yes Mistress"
after her shoes were on eva stood so i could guess that we are about to leave so i stood too
"it was a really nice of you norma to invite me and my friend to your house and let me use your slave" eva said thankfuly
"oh it's the less i could do for my best friend hunny"
"it was a pure pleaser to meet you norma and thank you for let me be part of your lovely night"
"oh you are wellcome MR A ,anytime,oh and here that is my phone number and my cell phone too i will wait for your call i have something to talk about with you"
"i will call you in a few days norma"
"you better do"(smiling)
"brian what a good boy says??"
"thank you Mistress Eva for every thing"
"oh you are wellcome"(laughing)
norma leaded us to the house door with her polite good_bys we got into the car without any word eva turn the car and drove back home , on the way she asked me
"A what do you think of me?"
"gorgues"
"it's not what i meant"
"but you still gorgues""it was a great night thank you eva"
"you are wellcome in any time"and continued her drive when we were infront of my home i told her to come in "oh you know i love that but i need to sleep ,i got a job in the early morning"
"ok,then see you later baby"with a kiss i opened the car's door
"i noticed your erection too"
"well i am a man right?" said that with a laugh
"you like the feet slave idea dont you?"
"who doesnt?"
"and you like to be a feet slave? My feet slave?"
"who doesnt eva?who doesnt?" i said that and shutted the door with a blowing kiss i turned and went home opened the door and turned again eva turned the engine and waved to me , i waved back and said "who doesn't Mistress Eva?"

the end of part one