Memorow
02-03-2005, 01:15 PM
Foot care lessons Part 1
Well I’m here again, licking the inside of my three sisters flip-flops. I’ve become their total foot slave now and the longer I do it the more they seem to enjoy it and I’m afraid, so do I.
You see, I’m the youngest and only boy in a house of four. There’s my mother who hates men since my dad took off with some young thing and my three sisters who are just one year apart in age. Kate is the youngest and is the meanest one who always comes up with new ideas on how to humiliate me. Susan is next - the inspector of finished works. She always looks for an excuse to slap my face for work not properly done. And, last but not least is Leanne, who loves pedicures almost everyday.
Dad left just after I was born and since then Mom has been telling the girls how useless men and are.
“You have to tell them what to do all the time or they won’t feel like they have any purpose in life. Keep them busy taking care of your needs or they will make you cater to their every whim.” I don’t know how many times this was reinforced but it seemed to me that she was putting men down everyday. My sisters didn’t seem to mind though because my Mom started me early learning how to take care of women and be at their beck and call.
She started slowly at first by making me place the girls shoes in proper order after they came home from school. They would come in and kick off their shoes anywhere and my job was to gather the shoes and make sure they were in their proper place under the stair landing. Each one had a place for their shoes and sometimes I’d mix up which shoes belonged to who as they had quite a few pairs of them. However, Kate came up with a great idea as she talked to my Mom over supper one night.
“He keeps messing up our shoes mom, Kate said, because he doesn’t pay attention which shoes are who’s. Maybe if he had to smell them before he put them away he would learn which ones are mine and which ones belong to Susan and Leanne. As a matter of fact, if he had to lick the inside of the shoes, he could learn just by the taste.”
Everybody at the table was stunned. They all looked at me all of a sudden.
“Yes, said Susan,” looking straight into my eyes, “ and if he makes any mistakes we should slap him right in the face till he learns.” Susan kept staring at me until my eyes dropped to stare at the table. I would have protested but after being told so often how useless I was all this time, I just couldn’t say anything.
“That’s a good idea,” said Mom. “ He has to learn who has control in this house. After all, he’s nothing, really useless unless we tell him what to do and how to do it. Why don’t you girls bring in your shoes you wore today so we can start training him on taking care of women and especially, women’s feet. Let’s start at the bottom as they say.”
So there I was sitting at the table as the girls got up from their chairs to get the shoes they had worn that day and me just sitting there with my head down looking at the table top. Kate was the first one back with the runners she had worn that day and placed her size 7’s in front of me on the table.
“Kate, mom said.” Don’t put those dirty things on the table. Put them on the floor. He can kneel down and smell them from there.” Kate did as she was told and put them down on the floor beside me as the other girls arrived giggling as they sat down and put their shoes on the floor beside their chairs.
“OK you stupid idiot, said Kate, get down on your knees and put your nose right inside my runners and start smelling. I want to hear you smelling from up here. So breathe really deep.”
I looked up at her realizing again how beautiful she had become. Her green eyes and blond hair matched with her athletic body made her so attractive. I was quickly snapped out of me dream state by Susan who had gotten up from her chair and came around the table to slap me hard across my left cheek. Tears were starting to form in my eyes from the sting of it and I could my mom laughing in the background.
“ Hit him again Susan, mom said.” He has to learn how to focus when he is told to do something.”
Wasting no time Susan grabbed me by the hair and tilted my head way back. I could see her smiling at me as see proceeded to slap me again three more times across the same cheek. She pulled my head forward some so that I was facing my mom and Leanne.
“Looks like he got a sunburn on one side of his face, said mom. The girls started to laugh at that.
“ Now get down there and start learning what one of your jobs is going to be you waste for a man, mom said.”
This time I didn’t hesitate and got off my chair to my knees and bent oven with my hands on each side of Kate’s shoes and pressed my nose and mouth inside Kate’s runners and started to breathe deeply. The aroma was like going into a dark moist pit. The strong smell of dampness and saltiness invaded my nose mixed with a slight scent of rubber and an odour that was particularly Kate’s. After a few minutes of deep breathing Kate put one of her socked foot on top of my head and told me to start licking the insole so I could get a real taste for her feet. It seemed like the whole house was silent as I did this. All that could be heard was the noise of me licking the inside of her shoe. After some minutes of this Kate reminded me that she had two shoes and so I had to repeat the process on her other shoe. While I was doing this I could hear the girls start talking and laughing. Of course Kate was coming up with new ideas on how keep me occupied day and night as a foot slave. Some of which sounded pretty disgusting.
Please comment if you want me to continue with Part 2
Well I’m here again, licking the inside of my three sisters flip-flops. I’ve become their total foot slave now and the longer I do it the more they seem to enjoy it and I’m afraid, so do I.
You see, I’m the youngest and only boy in a house of four. There’s my mother who hates men since my dad took off with some young thing and my three sisters who are just one year apart in age. Kate is the youngest and is the meanest one who always comes up with new ideas on how to humiliate me. Susan is next - the inspector of finished works. She always looks for an excuse to slap my face for work not properly done. And, last but not least is Leanne, who loves pedicures almost everyday.
Dad left just after I was born and since then Mom has been telling the girls how useless men and are.
“You have to tell them what to do all the time or they won’t feel like they have any purpose in life. Keep them busy taking care of your needs or they will make you cater to their every whim.” I don’t know how many times this was reinforced but it seemed to me that she was putting men down everyday. My sisters didn’t seem to mind though because my Mom started me early learning how to take care of women and be at their beck and call.
She started slowly at first by making me place the girls shoes in proper order after they came home from school. They would come in and kick off their shoes anywhere and my job was to gather the shoes and make sure they were in their proper place under the stair landing. Each one had a place for their shoes and sometimes I’d mix up which shoes belonged to who as they had quite a few pairs of them. However, Kate came up with a great idea as she talked to my Mom over supper one night.
“He keeps messing up our shoes mom, Kate said, because he doesn’t pay attention which shoes are who’s. Maybe if he had to smell them before he put them away he would learn which ones are mine and which ones belong to Susan and Leanne. As a matter of fact, if he had to lick the inside of the shoes, he could learn just by the taste.”
Everybody at the table was stunned. They all looked at me all of a sudden.
“Yes, said Susan,” looking straight into my eyes, “ and if he makes any mistakes we should slap him right in the face till he learns.” Susan kept staring at me until my eyes dropped to stare at the table. I would have protested but after being told so often how useless I was all this time, I just couldn’t say anything.
“That’s a good idea,” said Mom. “ He has to learn who has control in this house. After all, he’s nothing, really useless unless we tell him what to do and how to do it. Why don’t you girls bring in your shoes you wore today so we can start training him on taking care of women and especially, women’s feet. Let’s start at the bottom as they say.”
So there I was sitting at the table as the girls got up from their chairs to get the shoes they had worn that day and me just sitting there with my head down looking at the table top. Kate was the first one back with the runners she had worn that day and placed her size 7’s in front of me on the table.
“Kate, mom said.” Don’t put those dirty things on the table. Put them on the floor. He can kneel down and smell them from there.” Kate did as she was told and put them down on the floor beside me as the other girls arrived giggling as they sat down and put their shoes on the floor beside their chairs.
“OK you stupid idiot, said Kate, get down on your knees and put your nose right inside my runners and start smelling. I want to hear you smelling from up here. So breathe really deep.”
I looked up at her realizing again how beautiful she had become. Her green eyes and blond hair matched with her athletic body made her so attractive. I was quickly snapped out of me dream state by Susan who had gotten up from her chair and came around the table to slap me hard across my left cheek. Tears were starting to form in my eyes from the sting of it and I could my mom laughing in the background.
“ Hit him again Susan, mom said.” He has to learn how to focus when he is told to do something.”
Wasting no time Susan grabbed me by the hair and tilted my head way back. I could see her smiling at me as see proceeded to slap me again three more times across the same cheek. She pulled my head forward some so that I was facing my mom and Leanne.
“Looks like he got a sunburn on one side of his face, said mom. The girls started to laugh at that.
“ Now get down there and start learning what one of your jobs is going to be you waste for a man, mom said.”
This time I didn’t hesitate and got off my chair to my knees and bent oven with my hands on each side of Kate’s shoes and pressed my nose and mouth inside Kate’s runners and started to breathe deeply. The aroma was like going into a dark moist pit. The strong smell of dampness and saltiness invaded my nose mixed with a slight scent of rubber and an odour that was particularly Kate’s. After a few minutes of deep breathing Kate put one of her socked foot on top of my head and told me to start licking the insole so I could get a real taste for her feet. It seemed like the whole house was silent as I did this. All that could be heard was the noise of me licking the inside of her shoe. After some minutes of this Kate reminded me that she had two shoes and so I had to repeat the process on her other shoe. While I was doing this I could hear the girls start talking and laughing. Of course Kate was coming up with new ideas on how keep me occupied day and night as a foot slave. Some of which sounded pretty disgusting.
Please comment if you want me to continue with Part 2