This story is written by slave meat, please send comments and appreciation to custerstand@yahoo.com

The following are the words of the Mistress regarding the variety of ways she makes her slave meat crawl for her amusement. "Women walk. Men crawl. That is the way of things, for in crawling the male is close to the divine feet of his Mistress. I love to make my slave crawl in a variety of ways. Some of these modes are as follows:

1) The belly crawl: obviously, slave is naked (always naked when in my presence, except for his slave collar and sometimes wrist and ankle cuffs). The slave must keep his chin on the ground, arms at sides, legs together and he must crawl about soley by wiggling from side-to-side. This is a slow, laborious mode of crawling - but it is delightful to see the cheeks of his slave ass rock side-to-side, expecially when I whip him to crawl faster. If he does the belly crawl on a rug, his chin, chest, knees all get chaffed. If I take him to my cellar and he crawls on the cold concrete floor, well, you can imagine the cruel results.

2) The crab crawl: the slave arches up on his palms and the soles of his feet, belly skyward. He must crawl in this manner. It is delightful to watch his thick, erect, untouched cock and balls swing about while attempting to move in this contorted, demeaning fashion. I sometimes put a shoe on his belly and warn him not to let it slip off. Often it does, so I replace the shoe with my whip - and beat his belly as he crab-walks around the room like a dumb beast. Sometimes, to encourage him in his shameful and awkward crawling, I dangle a smelly stocking down onto his face, whisking it across his sweating slave face. "Follow the scent," I purr and he chases after the stocking like a lunatic, sweating and in agony as this is a most difficult position for even the most conditioned of slaves to maintain. But my strong slave maintains it....because he knows in his slave-brain that the consequences would be dreadful.

3) The inch-worm crawl: again on his belly, the slave can only move himself by coordinating two movements. He must draw his legs up to his belly, draw himself forward on his elbows and proceed thusly. It is a gruelling and slow procedure and always calls for the whip to speed him along. Sometimes I will order him to freeze when his knees are scrunched up under his belly. I will then reach under and squeeze his dangling nuts extremely hard and slap his engorged cock with my cock-whip before commanding he continue.

4) The dragging crawl: in this, I affix a leather parachute to the slave's nuts and to the parachute I connect ever increasing weights. He lies, belly down, and with legs kept wide spread he crawls. In this manner, his balls - stretched back by the weights attached to parachute - are visible in all of their purplish, swollen agony. Sometimes I will command he freeze and then poke and prod at the bound nuts with my high heel. I may whip them to watch his amusingly agonozed, twitching, howling reaction.

5) The human carpet crawl: this is when I recline on the crawling slave and he must crawl with my weight on him. He is my Alladin's carpet - and, wow, does this make him sweat and heave. But - so what? I am a Woman and he is a crawling thing, that's all. Sometimes I rest back using his asscheeks as a pillow and extend my legs so that my feet rest on his shaven skull. When I ride my carpet like this, his constantly moving ass cheeks comfort my resting head, like a moving massage pillow. I feel them bunch into tight muscle masses as he must use every muscle in his slave body to transport me about. My toes tap his head with delight. I relax on him while he is in constant agony. Sometimes I read a book while my carpet crawls about.

6) The push-up crawl: in this, the stupid slave is arched high on fingertips and toe-tips, back level, legs spread wide. When he crawls like this, I can study his dangling cock and balls from a variety of amusing angles. Sometimes I kick the bundle to move him more quicly. Sometimes I have him freeze, lie below him and stroke his hard dong a few times with my barefeet...just to tease him and keep him aware of what he is. Sometimes I place a level on his sweating back - and if he is off - I remove the level and whip him until he maintains a posture that is to my satisfaction.

7) The human beach-ball crawl: in this, I lock slave's wrists to his ankles drawing his legs up to his chest, and he must move across the floor only by rolling about like a big human beach ball. Sometimes I push him with my foot to watch him roll about like a fool. I, of course, videotape all of my slave's degradations. His knowing this only adds to his shame. I whip the sweating, human ball and order him to roll faster. For this excercise, I shove a ball gag into his mouth. A ball for a ball!

8) The hog-tied crawl: on his belly, wrists criss-crossed to opposite ankles, a strap affixed about his slave-head, a chain leading from the head-strap to the parachute around his bound balls....Get the picture? If he lowers his head, he pulls his balls! Simple! So - his head is pulled way back and in this manner he crawls. This crawl I use when my slave has been extremely disobediant or stupid. I only have him crawl in this manner on the rough cellar floor, across a field of thumbtacks and old high heeled shoes. His reward awaits him across the twenty feet of floor he must cross - like crawling through a mine field! But his award awaits, for I sit at the far end of the torture trail and when the sweating, muscle-wracked wreck of a slave finally, painfully reaches my chair, I extend a leg and shove a hot, sweaty, dirty bare foot into his arched back face. I rub my foot sweat all over his tied-back head. I wash my toes in his panting mouth. I slap his bound head wih the soles of my feet. Bitch-slap his face with them, hard. While he lies there, bound in his painfully contorted posture, I sometimes give the slave a surprise. A feast for the footslave! I take out little, pre-made bread balls that primarily consist of my toe-nail clippings, my toe-jam, my spit and my sock-lint. Maybe 10% of each "bread" ball is actually old, dry bread. I will then use my toes to feed the hungry slave. Sometimes I will feed him one while I put two other bread-balls up each of his nostrils to get them nice and warm for his drooling mouth. If he eats his slave-meal without complaint, I will offer him liquid refreshment in the form of a slop-bucket of my saved saliva. I push a funnel into his mouth and pour the thick gunk into it and watch as he sucks it down. Sometimes I will sweeten the old spit with new droppings that I will hawk up and release into the funnel. It is so amusing. I like knowing that his neck muscles and shoulder muscles are killing him - as his head is strapped, remember, and bound by a chain to his testicles which are now pulled up backwards and twisted up the crack of his sweaty ass. Anyway...

9) The mop-crawl: I take the mop portion of a big, old mop and strap it to the slave's face, almost smothering him, I'm sure. He is on his belly and I stand behind him with the mop-handle which I then rudely shove up his spread ass. In this manner, I mop the floors! I push him along and his dumb head moves rapidly back and forth as he swabs the decks! All the while I fuck his ass with the broom handle and move him about by twisting left or right, whichever way I want the human mop to move! It is a riot to watch. I have washed my girlfriends floors using the human mop - and they love it!

10) The torture crawl: this is simply when, because of some stupidity on slave's part - like scraping off a speck of toenail polish when sucking my toes - I have him crawl the entire day, all about the house, up and down the hard stairs, outside across the lawn under the hot sun. He crawls and sweats and moans and grunts and is in total agony. He never knows when I will release him from his crawl. I may extend it for another day. Perhaps more. Either way, he never stands. If he has to piss, I have him crawl outside, spread his legs, yank his cock between his legs, drop the hard thing onto the grass and command he piss away. It is so funny to watch him piss this way. A big yellow stream jets out of his thick cock backwards! His cock flips about as the piss pours out of it, like an active fire hose that no one is holding. He does number two like this also, after which I hose him down with the garden hose. Sometimes, to be extra mean, I will put bricks or stone-wall rocks on his back in a small pile and make him crawl carrying those about. Once I put a hundred pound cement bag on his back and it stayed there the entire day and night, inside and out, as footslave crawled about, his mouth stuffed with piss-soaked stockings. When the stockings were sucked dry by the thirsty beast, I would have him crawl to the bathroom, remove the stockings from his parched mouth with tongs and then dip them repeatedly into the toilet before tong-forcing them back where they belong - in his mouth! During the Torture Crawl, the slave is allowed no solid foods whatsoever. I will walk beside him sometimes and be eating, oh, a chicken leg for instance. I will describe it to the crawling thing at my feet with the cement bag on his whipped back, tell him how delicious it is and wouldn't he love some. I drop bits of the chicken meat in his path. He may sniff the food, but must continue to crawl right over the food. Mean of me, I know....but if a slave bites off a piece of nail polish, what else should a Mistress do? The slave must learn! Anyway - I am not heartless. Sometimes...even though he is being starved for being stupid...I sometimes kneel before the sweating, tortured foot-animal and let him lick my greasy fingers clean. One time I rolled up two slices of ham and forced them up his nose so that during his torture crawl all he could do was smell the food, but he could not eat it! He looked so funny - like a bid old walrus! There was one time I did feed him some cold, spit-laden mush - but not much...and only off of my very sweaty toes. I never saw a slave so hungry. He almost bit off my toes in his hunger....but then again, that was one of those times I kept him crawling for two days and nights without eating a thing! When he was crawling on the lawn once, I did let the slave eat some grass...but only after I had pissed on it. Anyway - crawling can be a visual delight to the Mistress...and sheer Hell for her slave. But eventually the slave gets to his own Heaven whenever he is rewarded with a sniff, lick, touch, kick of my feet. The things I do to my slave! But....what else are slaves for except to be beasts of burden and sources of amusement? Watching my slave crawling about in agony sure beats watching reality TV, that's for sure. Mmmm... I am so hot now, I think I will have the footstool I am now resting my feet on do some crawling for me. Yes. Crawl, slave!!!!!"

This story is written by slave meat, please send comments and appreciation to custerstand@yahoo.com