Weekend of Slavery - Part 5

Story written by - Slave R

Continued from Part 4...

It had been an interesting start to our night in the fetish club. Mistress H and Miss Rhiannon had made the acquaintance of two experienced Dommes: Miss Samantha and Miss Rebecca. Miss Rhiannon had joined Miss Rebecca, seated on bar stools. Miss Rebecca’s slave, david, was knelt in front of Miss Rhiannon, caressing her bare right foot delicately while eagerly awaiting the order to commence the demonstration of his foot worship technique. Miss Rhiannon had extremely ticklish feet so I was eager to see if david’s experience would allow him to perform his duties without tickling Miss Rhiannon’s foot. I was knelt in front of Miss Rebecca, her large but shapely right foot hovering inches from my face. Taking david’s cue I began to gently run my hands over her high arches and polished toes, gently pressing my thumbs into the soft flesh of her soles while I waited for permission to start kissing.



To Miss Rebecca’s right stood Miss Samantha. I had a great view of her muscular thighs and buttocks from my position on the floor and as I let my eyes wander further up I saw that she was firmly squeezing the sore, red buttocks of her newly-acquired slave, michael, who was bent over the bar counter with his trousers around his ankles. The other side of michael was my Mistress H, who had changed my future to one of servitude just hours before. Following Miss Samantha’s lead, Mistress H also squeezed michael’s buttocks, which must have been sensitive from the earlier slapping as he was writhing in discomfort.



“Okay girls,” Miss Rebecca said, glancing over at Mistress H and Miss Samantha, “get slapping! And slaves,” she continued, eyeing david and I from her elevated position, “get kissing!”



“Right, Helen, follow my lead,” Miss Samantha said as she swung her arm back before bringing her open palm firmly and swiftly onto michael’s right buttock. Smack!



“Like this?” Mistress H queried before slapping michael’s left buttock. Smack!



“That’s good, but try to keep your hand more rigid so that it causes more of a firm, stinging blow.” Smack!



“Oh, more like this?” Smack!



I don’t know why, but a wave of jealousy coursed through me as I saw Mistress H slapping michael’s bare bottom with her bare hand. I wanted it to be me that she was touching, even if that touch was received in the form of corporal punishment. My thoughts were fleeting, however, as david began to place gentle kisses along the length of Miss Rhiannon’s arch, from her heel to the ball of her foot, and I studied closely so as to replicate his actions on the foot of Miss Rebecca.



I crouched low and twisted my head to the side to gain access to Miss Rebecca’s broad heel. From my vantage point I estimated her shoe size to be a 9 or 10 and fairly wide without losing their femininity. I gently started kissing along her arch; the skin was moist with a fine film of sweat that had formed in the heat of the club and the aroma was a mixture of soap and shoe leather. She had obviously been wearing shoes at some point before the rest of us arrived in the club, however her sole displayed a faint, dusty footprint that suggested she had been taunting david by going about barefoot for a little while.



david was now kissing the tops of Miss Rhiannon’s foot and the tips of each of her toes. So far I hadn’t noticed Miss Rhiannon flinch or giggle once – I was impressed and just hope I was adequately replicating his technique on Miss Rebecca’s foot. I followed david’s every move. When he planted kisses all over the sole of Miss Rhiannon’s foot, I did the same with Miss Rebecca. When he took Miss Rhiannon’s heel into his mouth and sucked it, I followed suit (tasting the dust from the floor as I did so). When he gently wrapped his lips around Miss Rhiannon’s big toe and sucked on it, I eagerly did the same with Miss Rebecca’s meaty toe.



And then I got a swift kick to the bridge of my nose, causing my eyes to flood with tears. “No teeth when you’re sucking toes unless you’re told to!” Mistress Rebecca snapped. “If david had scraped his teeth along Miss Rhiannon’s sensitive toe as he sucked, what do you think would have happened?”



“It would have tickled, Miss Rebecca. I’m sorry Miss Rebecca,” I meekly replied.



“Hmm, well, you have to learn these things I suppose. Now suck!” She commanded.



I complied, ensuring only my lips were in contact with Miss Rebecca’s big toe as I drew it deep into my mouth like a hungry toddler sucks a dummy.



Smack! To my side, michael was receiving an unending torrent of slaps alternately from Miss Samantha and Mistress H. His buttocks were now bright red and quivering uncontrollably as he whimpered with every strike. I couldn’t see his face, which was obscured by the bar, but I’m sure he must have been crying.



“My hand’s getting a bit sore,” Mistress H commented.



“Mine too,” replied Miss Samantha. “Let’s have a break. Michael, you’re already at the bar – order us ladies a drink,” she quipped, much to the amusement of the other three women. “Champagne all round!”



Blushing with humiliation, michael politely beckoned over the barmaid and ordered a bottle of champagne and 4 glasses from his compromised position. With a loud pop, the barmaid removed the cork from a very expensive-looking bottle of champagne and proceeded to fill the champagne flutes.



“Busy night, Nina?” Miss Samantha asked the bar maid, a slim blonde French girl with her tightly-curled hair drawn back into a short ponytail.



“Not so bad Sam, but it’s an 8-hour shift tonight and my feet are killing me, standing in these high heels all night. Becky, do you think David could perform his usual service tonight?” Nina enquired in her broad French accent.



“I don’t know, Nina, he’s going to be kind of busy with our new friends, Helen and Rhi, here.



“You’re welcome to make use of my slave once Becky’s finished training him,” Mistress H interjected.





“Ah, thank you Helen, I would be very grateful,” replied Nina. “I do hope he doesn’t mind that my feet stink after working a shift here. They get so hot and sweaty!”



“Whether he minds is irrelevant,” Mistress H answered. “But he’s a dirty little pervert, I’m sure he’ll love it,” she chuckled, glancing down at the bulge that had formed in my PVC hotpants as I sucked on Miss Rebecca’s toes. “How’s david doing, Rhi?”



“Ohh, Helen, it feels amazing! You have to try this after me,” Miss Rhiannon answered, just as david took all of her toes into his mouth at once.



I tried to copy what he was doing but it was a struggle to fit Miss Rebecca’s large foot into my mouth. I found that by straining to open my mouth as wide as possible and stretching my lips back as far as I could, I finally managed to get all five toes into my mouth. I only managed to get her foot as far in as the start of the arch before my mouth was filled to capacity. I could see that david had comfortably got half of Miss Rhiannon’s foot into his mouth and was now sucking her foot with ease. Miss Rebecca also noticed my shortcoming in this task and pressed her foot further into my mouth until her toes were right at the back of my throat and it was all I could do to suppress the gag reflex. My jaw was in agony, my eyes were watering and Miss Rebecca just stared at me with cool contemplation, sipping her champagne as she studied me.



“He’s definitely got potential, Helen,” Miss Rebecca remarked. “His technique needs more improvement but he’s a fast learner and seems eager to please!”



“I guess I’ll keep him then,” joked Miss Helen as she finished her champagne and inspected michael’s buttocks once again. “Wow, they look really sore,” she exclaimed, turning to Miss Samantha. “No wonder our hands were starting to hurt!”



“Fortunately for us, and somewhat unfortunately for Michael, I have plenty of implements in my locker that will give our hands a rest as we dish out michael’s correction. I’ll go and fetch my little bag of tricks, I won’t be long!” Miss Samantha said as she proceeded to the ladies’ changing area.



david had now removed Miss Rhi’s foot from his mouth and was laying on his back with his tongue protruding from his mouth. I gently eased Miss Rebecca’s foot from my mouth, feeling the slack return to my over-stretched lips. There was an audible click as I moved my jaw to close it. I laid on my back, my face inches beneath Miss Rebecca’s foot and my tongue sticking out in readiness.



“Now Rhi,” Miss Rebecca began, “it’s your chance to use david’s tongue on your foot in whatever manner you choose. By having the control you’ll know exactly where on your foot his tongue will go and hopefully reduce the chance of any unwanted tickling. Also, it’s good to remind our slaves that they are just objects for our amusement.”



Miss Rhiannon rested her heel on david’s tongue, then moved her foot quickly backwards, stroking the middle of her sole with the tip of his tongue. She giggled but not uncontrollably – she had found a pleasant level of tickling sensation and was clearly enjoying the feeling.



“Slave, I want you to make your tongue as flat and broad as possible,” commanded Miss Rebecca, “I’m going to use your tongue to clean my sole”. With that she slowly dragged her slightly dirty sole over my waiting tongue, again and again until her entire sole was dust-free and wet with my saliva. “Now make your tongue into a point, I want to clean between my toes,” she demanded. I complied and she spread her toes slightly to allow my tongue full access between her toes. She ran the flesh between each of her toes up and down against my rigid tongue, thoroughly cleaning them. Although her feet were well-cared for, I was aware of a few flecks of fluff from between her toes that had stuck to my tongue.



Miss Rhianon and Miss Rebecca were satisfied with the service they had received and both proceeded to rest both of their feet on the respective faces of david and myself. I swallowed down the dirt from my tongue just as my world was plunged into darkness when Miss Rebecca’s large feet descended over me and blocked out the light as they came to rest over my entire face.



Through the blackness and the aroma of feet I heard Miss Samantha return. “Okay Helen,” she said, “What do you want to try next – the riding crop or the paddle?”



I knew what was in store for michael, but what further humiliation would I have to endure before the night was out? I knew I had an engagement with Miss Nina’s stinky, sweaty feet, but would I manage to avoid experiencing Miss Samantha’s discipline? Only time would tell.