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Old 13-Apr-15, 05:45
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Part 10

We arrived at Gail's house and I stopped sucking Gina's feet, and we entered the house. I was naked (except for my chastity device) and I ran to the front door. It was so humiliating and embarrassing, being exposed, if only for a moment for the world to see. Mother and daughter laughed at my predicament and Gail deliberately fumbled with her keys to prolong my humilitaion. Once in side Gail said " Bob, we know all about your latest milking experience, and Maggie has told me that if I don't give her a favorable report on you, you will be denied for at least another month. Is that true?" "Yes Miss Gail." I replied. "Well then," she said, "This is how today is going to work. You are to obey myself and my daughter and her friends without question. You've had it pretty easy with Maggie. Today you will find out what hard work, service, and being a slave is all about. We will be treated like goddesses by you today. No name for you today, slave, dog, or boy is all you will be called. I don't want you off your knees, without our permission. Is that clear?" "Yes Miss Gail." "Good. There are cleaning supplies in the kitchen. Start with the bathroom upstairs, then get the downstairs bathroom, then the kitchen, finally dust, and vacuum the game room/basement, where my daughter's party will be. Get to it!" "Yes Miss Gail." I ran to the kitchen to get the suppplies and felt a sharp pain on my back. Gail had used the crop on me and said "Slave what are you doing off your knees?" I replied "Sorry Miss Gail." and dropped to my knees and crawled to the kitchen and grabbed the cleaning supplies and crawled upstairs and began my chores. All the while Gail's daughter, Gina, was laughing and taunting me to hurry up and do a good job. "Mom, this is going to be the best day of my life. My friends are going to flip out when they see, and get to use our slave." said Gina. "I hope so honey, by the way how was your foot bath in the car?" "Mom, you were right, it was heavenly, and truly felt fantastic." Gina said smiling. About 15 minutes into my cleaning of the upstairs bathroom, mother and daughter approached, riding crops in hand. Gail yelled "Boy, what's taking you so long!" Arms above your head!" Then, Gail cropped my back, while Gina cropped my chest (aiming for my nipples), all the while both women telling me to do a better job and speed it up. I gritted my teeth and held back tears until they stopped. Gail said "I want your chores done within an hour, by 12 noon. Then Gina and I will use that mouth and tongue of yours until her birthday celebration starts, and her guests begin arriving. And don't give me an excuse to use the crops or paddles on you, not that I need one, I quite enjoy it. Understand?" "Yes Miss Gail." So I worked like a mad man for the next hour crawling from bathroom to kitchen to game room cleaning them all. Finally with 2 minutes to spare I was done and crawled to Gail and Gina who were lounging in the living room. "All done Slave?" asked Gail. "Yes Miss Gail." I replied. "Good." she said. "Hands on your head." and with that, she gave me a viscious slap accross my face that knocked me over. "When addressing me or my daughter, don't you dare look us in the eye. Keep your eyes on our feet. Understand dog?" Rising to my knees, eyes lowered, holding back tears, I said "Yes Miss Gail." It was apparent, that Gail was a sadist who relished her power over me. My service today, was as much for her, as for her daughter's birthday celebration. It was clear that she was going to extract as much pleasure from me and cause me to suffer at her hands for the rest of the day. I had no choice but to endure, thanking my lucky stars that I wasn't her full time slave. My wife had lent me to them for the day as a present for her friend and her daughter. "Gina, honey, I've got an idea that might amuse you and your friends. Go get a few different colored magic markers from the drawer." "Sure mom." When Gina returned with the markers, Gail had me kneel in front of her and proceeded to do the following: She took a red marker and drew a circle around my mouth. On my forehead, in black marker she wrote "insert foot here" and drew arrrows from my forehead down both cheeks pointing to my mouth. Next on my chest, in black marker, she boldly wrote "slave" and under it in smaller lettering she wrote "foot cleaner". "Gina, what do you think of my art work?" asked Gail. "Mom, I love it. It kind of put's our slave in his place, and will let my friends know what he's here for." "Exactly my thoughts." said Gail. "Your guests won't be arriving until 4pm, that gives us about 4 hours to have our slave service and pamper our feet. What do you say honey?" "I say, what are we waiting for? Let's put him to work." said Gina, smiling. "Dog, open your mouth and start worshipping my daughter's feet. And do a good job. Do you here me!" "Yes Miss Gail." I cried plaintively. Gina kicked off her shoes and extended her bare stinky foot in front of my face and said "Slave I expect you to work hard at pleasing me. I don't even want to see you come up for air.' Both women giggled at this. "Use that tongue and get in between all my toes. What are you waiting for?" Get started. Oh, and no teeth, or it's the crop for you." "Yes Miss Gina." I replied. "That's telling him honey, Make sure he does it right, and if he's not, don't hesitate to correct him." said Gail. "Sure mom, you bet I won't." So I began what had become a daily, almost constant chore, licking, sucking, and worshipping a woman's foot. Only these two were a bit crueler and more demanding, if that's possible. Gina's foot was in my mouth (which was labeled "insert here" - to add to my humiliation). I was working my tongue all around her toes and in between, and she was sighing contentedly, almost purring. All the while she had the crop in her hand and was tapping it against her other palm. Suddenly she used the crop twice against the side of m y head and said "Boy, slow down with that tongue and work it DEEP in between each toe. Got it?" "Yes Miss Gina." While I was slaving away at her feet, I thought about being called "boy" by a girl half my age and what would happen later today when her friends arrived. Just more misery and debasement for me! About half an hour later, in a cheery, sing song voice, Gail announced "My turn!" "Okay mom, if you must." said her daughter laughing. "I must, I must." giggled her mom. It was a game to them. My sevice, humiliation, embarrassment, and their pleasure. One big game and amusement for them and unending service and misery for me! Gail jokingly said "Mmmmm, I'm not quite sure how this thing works. Oh I see now, it says insert here. Okay, let's see if this feet cleaning "thing" works." With that, she forced her large, wide, dirty foot in my mouth and ordered "Clean my foot dog." So, with her order to me, I sucked, licked and cleaned her foot for the next half hour. Her feet were disgusting and dirty, which added to my suffering and her enjoyment. When her half hour was up, I was ordered to clean Gina's other foot, and did so in earnest, fearing her crop. I don't know how such a young girl could be so cruel, and take so naturally to having another human being salvishly sucking her feet. She even said the following: "Mom, this is the best feeling and most fun ever. If we owned him full time I'd have him worshipping my feet non-stop all day and night. I don't think I'd let that tongue of his ever leave my feet!" Both mother and daughter smiled and sighed at this thought, wishing this were the case. Gail said "Gina, you'd have to share him with me, maybe 8 hours a piece each day." and they both laughed. I spent the next 2 hours alternating between mother's and daughter's feet, while they taunted me and occassionally cropped me to improve performance. 4pm came and I was escorted downstairs to the game room where the party would be. The room had a couch, some chairs, a few folding chairs, 2 tables, fridge, large screen tv, stereo, etc., Just a fun place to hang out. I was told to wait on my knees, in the center of the room, legs spread apart, hands on my head, on display. Gail and Gina went upstairs to await her guests while I waited for them below.
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