Chapter
3
I wondered what was
expected of me as 1 PM Tuesday approached. Punctual as ever, Jessica
and Ms. Gruer appeared in my office. They had apparently been out
walking at lunch time since they were wearing sneakers with their
business suits. I always thought that this looked incongruous, but
I found out that it was more than just casual dress on this occasion.
Jessica scolded me as
soon as she closed the door, "You fucking idiot. The last time we
trained you, we told you that you were supposed to wait for us naked.
Don't tell me you forgot since last Saturday."
"But," I protested,
"that was Saturday. The building was empty. There are people here
now. Supposed somebody came in."
"I'm not interested
in your problems, little man. Which reminds me. Not only are you
to be naked. You will also have a hard-on for us. I don't care how
you do it. Fondle yourself, read one of your books, or whatever,
but when Ms. Gruer and I walk in here on Thursday, you are to be
naked, on your knees," (she pointed to the place on the floor where
I was to kneel), "with your cock sticking straight out. Do I make
myself clear?"
"Yes, mistress," I muttered
meekly.
"Good, now get out of
your clothes, bring that chair over here, and sit down on it facing
me."
I got undressed quickly
and positioned the simple, straight-back chair as Ms. Gruer and
Jessica directed me. They had me sit on the chair with my arms behind
the back of the seat and my feet tucked behind the back legs. This
meant my knees were spread apart, and my penis thrust forward in
another vulnerable pose.
Jessica sat in her seat
opposite mine. Ms. Gruer got the video camera. Jessica swung her
feet up into my lap and placed the rubber soles of her Keds against
my penis. With her heels on my balls, the head of my penis rested
against the balls of her feet. I noticed that she was wearing neither
stockings or socks.
"My legs are tired.
Give them a massage." Jessica ordered. I reached forward with both
hands and massaged her legs from ankle to knee. She started pumping
her feet slowly and gently, moving my penis from sneaker to sneaker.
The partially worn crepe rubber soles ticked my penis temptingly
until she had milked out a drop of precome. The lubrication allowed
me to appreciate the texture of the rubber and enjoy the alternating
pressure of the sneakers' soles as Jessica peddled on my organ with
her feet. She could feel it too, and she increased the tempo of
her rubbing. I couldn't resist this treatment for long and I soon
sent my creamy white ejaculate gushing onto the soles of her shoes.
It splashed up to the toes of her sneakers and dripped down the
length of the sole onto the wooden seat. I was sitting in a pool
of my own come.
Ms. Gruer observed,
"That's what I like to see. A man in his proper place - at the feet
of a woman."
Not only was I under
Jessica's foot, I was totally under her control. There was no way
I could have resisted ejaculating. She could make me come at any
moment she wished any time after the first 30 seconds.
After the extensive
teasing I took on Saturday, I wondered why she allowed me to come
so fast. I soon found out.
Jessica said, "Look
at the mess you made! You have come all over my sneakers. I can't
go out in the hall like this. Be a good boy and lick them clean."
Still keeping one foot
on the chair, she crossed her leg over her knee lifting her foot
to the level of my face. I had to lean forward to reach it. My tongue
went out to lick the sole of her sneaker. She pushed it into my
face and spread my semen around. "Suck it. Lick it. I want you to
get every last drop off." I found myself using my lips and teeth
as well as my tongue to get into all the contours of the crepe rubber
sole.
When I was done with
the first shoe, she crossed her legs the other way so I could do
the other sneaker. She kept placing the just tongue-washed sneaker
back into the pool of come on the seat so I could repeat the process
over and over until she had significantly depleted the pool and
the soles of both sneakers were literally "squeaky clean."
"Not bad." Jessica said.
"Now that I've taken care of you, it's time you take care of me.
My feet are also tired. I guess you'll have to give them some attention
too."
I had never actually
seen Jessica's petite feet and the thought of doing so excited me.
"Remove my sneakers,"
she commanded. I got out of the chair, knelt before her and reached
down with my hands to untie the laces. She placed her other foot
on my chest and pushed me back with it so I landed with a most awkward
flop on my ass.
"You are going to do
this 'up close and personal.' Kneel before me and kiss my feet."
I knelt in front of her and bowed my head to the floor to kiss her
feet.
"Now you can use your
teeth and tongue to get my shoes off my feet." I tugged at the laces
of her shoe with my teeth and undid the knot with my tongue. Once
I got that done correctly, she had me do the other shoe.
When she was satisfied
that I did my task correctly, Jessica said, "Good boy. Now, kneel
at attention."
I stiffened my body
vertically from the knees up as Jessica slipped off one of her sneakers.
She held the opening to my face and said, "Now that you have experienced
the pleasure and taste of my sneakers, you may enjoy their aroma.
Breathe in deep. Smell my delicious scent. You will taste it soon
enough."
I could feel the warmth
and moistness from the freshly removed shoe press softly against
my face. I inhaled slowly and deeply letting the steamy current
curl through my nasal passages and linger there. The odor was so
strong, I could actually taste it. Her pungent scent acted like
a pheromone. It attracted me with a totally irrational lustful desire.
It was almost as if the smell of the foot became the woman. My rational
thought was trying to tell me that it was the same sweaty gym smell
that I experienced in high school. Rational thought didn't work.
Knowing that molecules from her body were mixing at the most basic
levels with my body made all the difference. Exhaling into the sneaker
stirred up currents from deeper within and kept the experience stimulating
throughout. I spent minutes on just the first shoe alone. The sensations
were just as strong with the second sneaker.
Ms. Gruer took over
the directions at this point. "Jessica is new to foot worship, so
I will teach. You will learn the manly art of licking a woman's
feet. Oral Footcare 101 should be required learning for all men."
Jessica rested her leg
over the chair I previous sat in so her foot was slightly lower
than my head. Even on my knees, I had to bow to reach it.
"We will start at the
top," my instructrix commanded, "The first skill to learn is the
ankle roll. You take the tip of your tongue and trace it around
her ankle at least three times."
I did it. Ms. Gruer
said, "Again!" I did it a again. Once more she sad, "Again!"
"Do it on the other
side."
"Again!"
She kept me at it like
a school teacher trying to train a child to do something by rote.
"Next I want you to
paint her instep using your tongue. Start at just before the toes
and make one long lick up her instep. Then trace back over what
you just did using the back of your tongue."
She made me do this
over and over again too.
"Now we get to the good
part. You lick her arch. Be careful not to tickle. Lick along the
creases." I could taste Jessica's sweat and salt. My stomach crampped
-- not from the taste for sure -- but from the excitement.
Still more repetitions.
"That's it," she said, "Practice makes perfect. You will get a lot
of practice."
"And finally, we do
the toes. There are several ways to do the toes. You will learn
them all."
"Take two of them at
a time in your mouth and suck on them. Use your tongue to fuck the
space between them. Move down the row, do the next two." Cleaning
her toes was even more exciting than licking her soles. I was experiencing
Jessica with all my senses. I could see, hear, feel, and especially
smell and taste Jessica. It really made me feel a part of her, more
so even than if I had intercourse with her.
When Ms. Gruer was satisfied
that I had mastered the technique pretty good, she went on.
"Another way to do the
toes is to take one in your mouth at a time. Pretend it's her clit.
Suck on it and use your tongue to massage the joints. Swirl your
tongue around it. When you get done, gently nibble on it."
It took nearly 20 minutes
to learn it all, and that was just one foot. I went to work with
relish on the other. The sweaty smell and salty taste of Jessica's
feet excited me, and the moans of delight from Jessica indicated
that she really enjoyed being "refreshed."
Jessica finally dismissed
me, "That's enough for today." I looked up at Ms. Gruer. She smiled
evilly and just said, "Thursday!" Jessica put her sneakers back
on, and she and Ms. Gruer departed, leaving me there naked and content.
Jessica and Ms. Gruer
gained total control over me in those first few exciting weeks.
I'd never been so sexually sated. I couldn't wait for my Tuesday
and Thursday training sessions. My intuition was right. Those feelings
I felt while reading magazines on female domination were true. I
wanted this!
It was during "normal"
working hours, just after on one of these tongue bathing sessions
that Jessica walked into my office with some papers to sign authorizing
Ms. Gruer, herself and I to attend a seminar in Orlando.
"What's this?" I asked.
"It's a training seminar.
During the daytime sessions, we'll be learning sales management.
At other times, you'll be learning erection discipline. You've been
lax. Agnes and I think it's time you learned to control yourself
better."
"I can't do this. It
looks too much like a company-paid vacation."
"Don't you think that
after all we've done for you Ms. Gruer and I deserve it?"
I said, "Yes, Mis-,
I mean, Jessica. But I'll have to justify why I'd be taking you
two."
"You'll find a way,
I'm sure." was all she said.
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