Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Enslaved Executive - Part 2

The training begins.

Slave had just finished with licking the bathroom floor and cleaning the toilet, when Miss Jeniffer called out to him. “Come here and kneel u filthy worm! “ she yelled. Slave doubled upto her room then went on all fours to crawl to her feet. She ordered him to lie down on the cold floor, face up, hands by his sides. He immediately obeyed. The next moment Ms.Jeniffer rested her left foot on his face, covering his mouth, nose and one eye. Her right foot came and landed over his bare chest, in between his bosom and belly. “ You are my foot-stool now. Remember, when I say –FOOT STOOL, you have to take this position”. Slave merely nodded his head under her foot as his mouth n lips were under weight of her heel. Mistress Jeniffer then began watching football on T.V. while she was eating Pizza and wafers. Slave was very hungry and thirsty as he was not given anything since that evening and had to work hard. He was feeling more and more weak and depressed by his state. He could smell the Pizza, but dare not ask for it. Mistress Jeniffer didn’t even seem to feel that a living man is under her feet. She was shouting , laughing, watching the game and occasionally used to stomp her foot over her “live foot-stools’” face in excitement of the game. It had been a long time almost an hour while this continued. Slave was feeling more and more depressed and lowly. The suddenly, Jeniffer lifted her left foot from his mouth, held it in air for around 10 seconds and then , down it came , landing right over his mouth again. But, this time his nose was trapped in between her big toe and the next one , while his mouth was under the entire weight , pressed under the ball of her foot. She began flexing her toes to play with her latest toy. And after a minute, she grabbed his nostrils tightly between her toes. Slave could not understand what was going on. After 20 seconds he started feeling suffocated. He struggled a bit, shaking his legs as he craved for air. But Jeniffer above him was busy watching the match. He thought what if she doent not know that I’m dying here? What If I get suffocated to death? , he started struggling harder, unable to speak. This time the grip of her toes became harder and in the process, her pointed toenail scratched slaves’ nose, causing it to give a burning sensation. He felt helpless n scared. He could see her face, smiling, watching the T.V. high above him, a height which he can now not even imagine to stand upto. As he struggled for air shaking his legs….Jeniffer lifted her right foot from his chest and placed it over his exposed dick. She started to press n smother it now. Slave could no longer hold it and grabbed her left foot by its ankle.

The next moment Jeniffer yelled at the top of her pitch, “How dare u hold my foot without my permission?”. She picked up the whip and landed 5-6 lashes over Sameer’s bare chest and thighs. Simultaneously she freed his nose. Slave gulped in as much air as he could. But he had tears in his eyes from the whipping.

Then she put on her shoes, this time, they were 3 inch high purple mules. Jeniffer had over 100 pairs of shoes n boots. She changed shoes 10 times a day. She simply stepped on his belly with the right then the left mule before landing her foot on the floor as she walked away, leaving slave crying in pain.

He remained there on the floor but turned around to lie on his belly as his belly n chest were aching n burning because of the whips and trampling. There were two round, red marks over his belly where Mistress had landed the heel of her mule while walking over her live carpet !

Around 5 minutes later slave heard the sound of her heels again. He shivered in fear. She came n stood by his side. There was silence for around a minute while she watched her pathetic slave, lying on the floor. Slave dare not look up. His eyes were shut. Then she slowly rested the heel of her left foot over his neck. “ Get on all fours u dog !” She commanded. Sameer tried to get up but his head was being pressed down. He was now kneeling with his forehead touching the floor under Jeniffers’ foot. Jeniffer then shifted her body weight to her right foot but still kept her foot over his head. She asked him to try again. This time he got on his hands as well like a dog. But his head was held down. “Good Dog” she said, “come follow me my puppy, Time for shoe licking. I guess u like my shoes. U wanted them badly in the supermarket this afternoon.” She said with a sarcastic smile. “ U’ll have lots of shoes to keep u busy all nite ( giggles)”. She attached a leash to the collar around his neck and pulled it agin making him crawl faster on hi hands n knees. Slave was almost dragging himself after her, pulled by the leash.

Jeniffer stopped in front of her shoe closet and opened the door. Whew ! It was almost a shoe store. She had the most exotic collection of pumps, boots, mules, sandals, slippers, everything. “You have to lick each pair of my foot-wear tonight and clean it. There must be no trace of dust or dirt anywhere. I’ll check it tomorrow morning when I get up.” She gave a hard jerk to slaves’ leash bringing him face down on the floor, before her shoes. She then pulled out the leash from his collar , took his hands and cuffed them behind his back again. “ You are not supposed to take help from your hands while u serve my foot-wear. I like the feel of my slaves’ tongue on all my foot-wear. Now get on to work.” She said as she ate a piece of muffin. Slave crawled after her feet n just managed to kiss the side of her right foot while she was walking away. “Speak” Jeniffer said, granting him permission. “ Mistress, please may I have something to eat, I’m hungry”. Slave pleaded.

“ Oh so u want food? Without even proving your worth as a servant? Huh! . Okay I’ll be kind this time….. … EAT this! “, she said as she dropped the last bit of muffin on the floor and stood over it, crushing the muffin under her mules. She told him that from now on this is how he’l get his food, take it or leave it. After a moments thinking, slave started to lick off bits of the crushed muffin from the floor. When he finished doing that, Jeniffer lifted her shoe n held it in air above him, asking him to clean off the muffin sticking on it. He had no other choice than to lick. He felt utmost humiliated n lowly.He swallowed down the pieces as he was quite hungry too. Jeniffer lifted her foot to see if the sole is properly cleaned and then left without saying anything, leaving slave between the heap of her foot-wear.

Slave lowered his face on the floor, his hands cuffed behind his back. He was nude lying on the floor which was cold. He then realised that he had to do lot of work. He crawled forward reaching a knee-high black leather boot and started to lick it. It was only the first boot and he had 99 pairs more to go and only one night. He now began realising his lowly place before the Supreme Goddess Jeniffer. He then moved on to a pair of pink sandals with 4 inch heel. They had some sand on the heel, maybe by walking on the beach. As he lick the heel, he felt a chunk of sand stick to his tongue. He wished he could wipe it using a cloth or his hands, but he could not. He almost felt like crying and his eyes started to water. He stopped. But the next moment he saw the marks of whip n digging on spike heels on his chest n belly. He gathered his courage and started licking the heel, swallowing down the sand n dirt. He accepted fully that he was a mere shoe-cleaner, a heel sucker who has to eat the dust n dirt off the feet n shoes of Mistress Jeniffer. He had lick n cleaned around 70 pairs when his knees started aching a lot. He was tired and feeling sleepy and his tongue was sour from licking on leather and dust.He could see faint light outside from the window. Te sun was about to come up and he had 30 more pairs to go. he lifted another pair of yellow flip-flops and stated licking them hurriedly. The sun was now out and it was morning. Slaves tngue was burning and his mouth felt like mud everywhere. He got scared looking at 29 more pairs to go. He began crying,and his wrists were paining too because of the iron cuffs. He then peeped into Jeniffers’ bedroom. She was sleeping cozy in her bed. He rushed to the closet again and started licking again. Its must have been around 1 hour more. And there were 16 more pairs to go. Just then he heard Jeniffer get up and call for him.

“Slave ? slave !! U wretched worm why r u not under my bed when I have to get up? Where r my slippers?” slave dropped the red high heel pump in his mouth n rushed to her bedroom. He lifted her pink fur slippers in his mouth and placed them under her bed and prostrated himself on the floor. He could see the soft, pink lovely yet powerful sole of Jeniffers foot hover over his face before resting over his mouth n nose. “Kiss my sole u slave ! Don’t have Manners!!”. She shouted. Sameer immediately placed 10-15 kissed on her soles. She then asked him to stop and put her slippers on her feet. He obeyed, feeling humiliated again. She then asked him to go and prepare breakfast for her. She un-cuffed his wrists and gave a kick on his butt before asking him to hurry up.

He was a bit relaxed that she did not ask about the shoe cleaning. He went into her room again after 45 mins with break-fast n coffee. Jeniffer now was wearing a light blue night dress, reading a newspaper and had blue flip-flops, dangling from her feet. He kept the tray on the table and knelt by her side. She playfully dangled her flip flop from her left foot and then dropped it on the floor. He was asked to pick it up using his mouth and put it on her foot again. He obeyed. Then Jeniffer said, sipping the coffee,” Are all my shoes clean slave? “ slave could not speak anything. And was just thinking what to say when she said “Come lets so what u did last night.”. He crawled after her. She reached about the closet and inspected everything. “It seems u haven’t touched these 16 pairs . hummm..And what is this? U slave! U’ve left this spot on the sole of my boot! “ She picked up her whip and asked him to bedover on hi knees. He pleaded for mercy but was kicked in his balls to fall down. He was then made to kneel with his ass up in the air.

“2 wacks for each pair u missed to lick and 5 for missing this spot, that makes it how much?”

“tell me how much u slave! “ She yelled. Slave meekly said”37 mistress” . “Good boy”,she said, “Now count”. 1,2,3…………………..30,31,……………35,36and ……….

Whooosh 37.

Sameer was crying with huge tears his butts were red with marks of whipping and at 5-6 places his skin had ripped apart from the whip lashes. He finally collapsed on the floor crying. Jeniffer left for her bedroom by walking over his ribs this time.

“You better do a proper job next time or I’ll put u on a weeks training in shoe licking”.

Your other traing shall begin after an hour. You may put yourself together by then”. With this Mistress left to make calls to her friends.

Slave was left sobbing on the floor, whipped like an animal for not licking off dust from the shoes of his Mistress properly. He felt utmost humiliated and felt his life was hell now…………He lay there in a daze thinking what will happen next.

Enslaved Executive

The Apartment

Sameer had just got a job with an MNC in Mumbai after having completed his MBA from a reputed institute. He moved-in to a flat close to his office. The apartment was on 19th floor of a 20-storied building.

He was a well built handsome man, aged 26. He used to stroll around the place in evening as he was single n looking. Sameer had a fetish for female feet n high heels, though he was not a submissive kind. He used to look at feet of young ladies in the market in the evening.

One evening while he was on his usual amble in a nearby departmental store, he saw a stunningly beautiful girl, around 20, looking for some jams in the store. He immediately went closer to have a better view of her. She was around 5’6” tall, very fair and glowing skin. She was wearing a lemon green sleeveless T-shirt, danglers in her ears, a black Boot-cut jeans and 4 inch high open toed platforms.The leather of her sandals was black and was of really good quality. Sameer gazed her from top to bottom from her side, while she appeared to be reading the label on the bottle of jam. His eyes widened n got fixed to her feet the moment he saw them. She had feet to die for. They were size 7 with long toes and above all nicely pedicured toenails painted in same green colour as the T-shirt that she was wearing.

He couldn’t help but keep his eyes on her toes.

A moment later, the girl started to wiggle her toes and shifted her weight to her other foot, extending her on leg towards Sammer, still pretending to reading the label on the bottle. Sameer picked up a soap bar from the nearby rack n dropped it near her foot. He then bent down, half way kneeling to pick it up. His eyes were fixed on her foot all the time. The moment he picked up the soap, the girl tapped her foot on the floor and walked away. Sameer followed her but she went out of the store after paying for what she took, hailed a taxi and was gone. By the time he reached out, the taxi was speeding towards the highway. Sameer continued his walk thinking about the lovely pair of feet he had seen from such little distance.

Later in the night as Sameer was returning home. He waited for the elevator to come to the ground floor. The elevator was on 20th floor so it would take some time. As he waited there, he heard the click-clack sound of high heels coming in. He looked in that direction to see the same girl come in. A voice from behind shouted “ Bye Jennifer, take care”. She replied, “ Bye, Good night”, and stood besides Sameer, scanning through messages on her cell-phone.

Sameers’ heart-beats got louder n louder. He was both happy to see her, interestingly she was wearing the same dress, except for the foot-wear. This time she was wearing a pair of black oped toed mules. The most exciting part was it was a pencil heel of 5 inches. Sameer’s cock throbbed n hardened a bit. But he was afraid too wondering if she remembered that he was the man staring at her feet in the store today evening. He kept looking at the floor n took glances of her feet n shoes.

The elevator came, both of them went in.

Jennifer was carrying two shopping bags. She put it on the floor casually, pressed the button for 20th floor. She turned towards Sameer stroking her hair and asked,” Which Floor?”. Sameer was still looking at her feet n had forgotten to press his floor. “ Uuh 19th Floor Madam, Thank you”, he said. Jennifer pressed 19 on the panel and said, “ So u live under me…” Sameer couldn’t understand that and said, “ Sorry?” She said, “ I’m on 20th floor ,above you” with a domineering tone. Sameer asked for the flat number as each floor had 4 flats. She smiled like a princess and said “ The entire floor belongs to my father, but he is mostly out for business trips. So I stay there alone”.

Sameer felt a sense of lowliness as a girl 6 years younger to him was living an affluent life and had feet so lovely that anyone would be on his knees before her. They had reached till 5 th floor when Jen put a hand on her back saying that her back ached, and the next moment her keys dropped on the floor near her left foot. “Oh! She said I have to bend to pick it”, she said making a face. Sameer was very happy at this n quickly bent down to pick her keys saying, “ I’ll help you”. Little did he know how his help would put him into trouble.

As Sameer went to pick the keys, Jennifer stepped on his hand with her left foot, placing the 5 inch high spike heel on his wrist. “ Ouch! My hand , my hand”, cried Sameer. Jennifer looked down smiling, “What happened to your hand?”. “ It’s it’s under yr sandal madam, aaaaaahh”, he was now on his knees grabbing his arm with his other hand. Jennifer smiled and said, “ Don’t you like my new heels?”. At this moment Sameer realised that he was in a trap. “ Madam please get off my hand”, he said with a bit of anger in his voice now. She said, “ Hmmm…poor baby must be paining like hell na?, Don’t you like my feet and being my foot-slave?”.

Sameer got furious now as he was not actually a submissive kind in reality. He shouted, “ Leave me you bitch!”, trying to pull his wrist from under her heel.

Jennifer lifted the flat of her shoe resting on his hand n started to grind her heel, digging into the flesh of his hand. “Bow down and beg for it first you slave!” She yelled. This time the pain was too much making Sameer prostate himself on the floor before her. The moment he did this, she stepped on his other hand too with her other foot. Now Sameer was on his belly on the floor with both his hands under Jennifers’ new spiked heeled mules.

The lift door opened on the 19th Floor now which was intended for Sameer. “ Let me go ………………………please”, he pleaded now realising his helplessness. Jeniffer laughed and started grinding her heel playfully again. Sameer managed to put his feet over the sensor of the lift so that the door does not close. He was nervous and anxious thinking how can he be free. He made futile attempts to pull himself from under Jeniffer’s shoes, but her weight concentrated on the pointed heel was exerting too much pressure on his wrists. He was almost crying now, sweating all over.

Jeniffer commanded , “Put your legs in slave we are going to the 20th floor, you won’t need your apartment anymore”. Sameer got scared n furious, “ NO” he cried. Jeniffer then patiently lit a cigarette and started smoking. Sameer was by now literally begging at her feet to get released but he kept the door opened using his legs. After a few puffs, Jeniffer said, “Pull in your legs you wretched slave, this is the last warning”. But Sameer did not listen.

Jeniffer was remaining calm all this while with little effort to be put on her side to keep her prey in that position. She almost squattd in front on him, putting more pressure on his wrists and crushed the stub of her cigarette on his neck, putting it off. Sameer yelled helplessly as his neck was burned. “ Put your feet in baby and start obeying me”, she said victoriously. Sameer had no choice now and he crawled into the elevator. The door closed and lift moved to the 20th floor.

The door opened and Sameer thought now he would get a chance to escape. But Jeniffer searched for something in her purse, bent closer, kissed his forhead n hand-cuffed his hands together. This was the Moment Sameer realised his life was doomed to be hell now.

Jeniffer first stepped off his right hand telling him to be obedient then she put a dog-collar around his neck, attached a leash to it and said, “Come………… are my puppy now”. She gave a little tug on the leash which sent shivers to Sameer as the dog-collar had spikes from inside.

Jeniffer asked him to crawl and turn facing the door now. He obeyed. Then she said lets go in your new home baby. Sameer tried to get up trying to match pace with her legs, but the next moment her right shoe landed on his neck, with her heel resting over the burnt spot on his neck. “ You belong to the floor like the dust and deserve nothing more than tasting the dust and licking my shoes. From now on you will never walk like a man but crawl like a worm on your belly or will move on all fours like a good dog. DO YOU GET IT SLAVE?”, Jeniffer asked grinding her heel in his neck. “ Yes maam”replied Sameer, putting his face back on the floor.

The door opened and he was pulled into a luxurious apartment with plush leather furniture around. She locked the door behind him and ordered him to kneel. She was still grabbing the leash. She now cuffed his hands behind his back. She opened a drawer, took out a swiss –knife and ripped all his clothes apart. “Slaves are supposed to be totally nude before their Goddess”, She added ripping apart his underpants. Sameer was red in embarrassment and anger now, but he knew Jeniffer would make him her complete slave. He started wondering about his job, his family, he thought will he ever be able to go back. A sense of insecurity surrounded him. Jeniffer went in another room to change. Sameer saw her purse lying on the sofa with the keys of the apartment hanging partially from it. He quickly ran on his kness to the sofa, got the keys and tried to open the door. But it was not easy as his hands were cuffed behind his back. He had bare managed to turn the key once when he saw Jeniffer come in with a metal rod having a round metallic stamp at on end. She smiled and said, “ I knew you would try this, generally untrained slaves try it. But I know how to remind slaves like you the place to which you belong. Sameer got scared n dropped on his knees.

Jeniffer grabbed the leash and pulled it with a jerk. Sameer’s neck started bleeding as the spikes on the collar dug his flesh. He quickly kneeled at her feet, whil Jeniffer made herself comfortable on the huge sofa, crossing her legs. Her left foor was over the right, with her toes pointing towards the poor slave, 1 inch from his nose. “You need to be trained!” , she said, “But first you need to be registered as my slave permanently”. She said smiling wickedly. Sameer got puzzled at this statement and said” Please let me go please………..”. Jeniffer Said, “ First thing I do not want you to speak without my permission. If you wish to seek permission to speak you have to kiss my shoe. Forget about your past now as the only purpose of your existence now is to serve me. You are nothing more than the dust on the floor over which I walk. I do not was disobedience. If you disobey, you cannot even imagine the pain I can make you go through. Now, a punishment for your recent mistake to run away……………………………………….”, She held the rod over a candle lit on the table nearby, heating it. “This stamping will teach you never to run away from your duties and will also act as a registration of your slavery to me”. She held the rod higher in front of slave. It had a round iron stamp at the end, which was almost red-hot now. Sameer crawled backwards……”NO, please do not burn me anymore pleas……………..”, he begged. “Beg before me to be my slave”, Jeniffer commanded strictly.

“ Please Miss Jeniffer please I beg of you to make me your slave, I will be your foot-slave your dog, please make me your slave please madam I beg of you to allow me to lick off the dust from your divine shoes n clean your holy feet with my tongue…please please please Miss Jeniffer I beg of u I beg of u……………..”Sameer continued to beg for around 10 mins.

“Bend down and rub your nose on the tip of my right shoe”, commaned Jeniffer.

Sameer obeyed. As soon as he bent down he felt the hot stamp burn his bare back, branding him as a slave. He lifted his face in pain n started shaking with the pain. Jeniffer laughed at his torment and grabbed his hair. She then brought the hot stamp closer to his face. “Let me brand your forehead so that you cannot think to go out in public ever.”, With this she branded him on the forehead too.

The branding said- “ Personal Property of MISS J” This was in circular fashion and in the centre was a plain word saying- “ SLAVE”.

“Now you are a perfect slave”. Jeniffer said as she got up to take him to the next room……………

Sameer was in tears now, helpless, humiliated, abused and tortured. His life as a slave had now begun.

Miss Jeniffer took her slave to her bedroom which had a huge closet full of shoes, sandals and boots of various kinds and colours. There must be over 200 pairs in all. She showed the slave the closet and said, ‘This is your dream job, isn’t it? You will now take care of all my shoes daily. To begin with You will lick all these tonight while I’m asleep so that tomorrow when I get up I can see how you have worked.” Said jeniffer as she rested her right foor on slave’s back pushing him down to the floor, using him as a foot-rest.

She then ordered him to go and clean the toilet and told that it was also one of his routine duties from now on. Sameer knew there was no escape now and obeyed at once and went to clean the toilet. But he came back after a minute kissed Jeniffer’s foot to seek permission to speak. She was in front of the mirror applying gloss on her lips. She continued her make up without paying heed to the kneeling creature begging to speak before her. After 5 minutes, Sameer kissed her foot again. This time she was wearing a pair of pink fur slippers. She lifted her foot, placed it on his cheek casually as if he was a non-living thing, pinning him to the floor and said, “speak slave, quickly”. Sameer said ,” Maam there is no mop in the toilet to clean, may I know where I can get it from?” Jeniffer laughed at the top of her voice crushing his cheek under her foot. “Don’t you have a tongue slave? You came here to speak before me, you could have used your tongue instead to clean up the toilet, you silly slave!”. She had a leather whip lying by the side of her bed. She picked it and gave two lashes on slave’s buts. “GO and clean the toilet now, and also lick the floor of the bathroom clean. Remember you are a slave you are not here to demand things. Soon you will learn to drink my piss and eat my shit too, as that is what you were born for. NOW BE QUICK OF I’ll GIVE YOU 5 more WHIP LASHES!!”…..

Slave crawled to the toilet sobbing………..He had lots of work to do and hard times ahead…….He was also thirsty and hungry by now from the torment but proceeded to the toilet to lick it with his “slave-tongue”.

(To be continued)