The Law Student      Part II
by JRUG


Amanda and Cindy teach the professor some manners in a coffee place.


It was an early Wednesday morning. I hurried up to Amanda's cabin.
She can't stand wasting time on waiting for tutors. I arrived
at her door exactly at 6:30 a.m, and just as I do every morning,
knelt down, held my hands behind my back and my nose on the floor,
waiting for the door to be opened. Usually I would wait several minutes 
before either Amanda or her roommate Cindy would open the door
for me, and then I would quickly crawl in. Not to waste time,
I kissed the floor reverently, taking pride in the fact that the
very same floor has been treaded not long ago by the powerful feet
of Amanda or Cindy. Finally the door was opened.

"Good morning Goddess. I came to offer you my humble knowledge"

I recited my line, and then advanced my nose slightly forward, to
where I expected Amanda's foot would be placed for me to kiss.
A soft white sock was covering Amanda's foot this morning. It was
so lovely. I kissed it quietly although I wanted to lick it violently.
I was extremeley submissive in front of Amanda. During the several
weeks that I had been tutoring her in her Law studies, she had transformed 
me into a total boot-licking, groveling, submissive
foot-stool that I had become. And she did it so elegantly, as if
carelessly, as if her superiority was part of nature's design. Or
was it really? Here I was, about twice her age, crawling on all fours
at the height of her calves, my eyes completely transfixed at her
legs, waiting to be ordered around like a slave, willing to go
all the way and loving every second. So perhaps that is
how nature intended it to be.

"Get me a cup of coffee and we shall start"

Ordered Amanda. I crawled to the kitchen and prepared one cup of coffee. 
That was the only time when I was allowed to stand up.
I returned with the coffee, knelt down, presented the cup on the small table 
beside her, and resumed my servile position at her feet.

She placed her socked foot on my head, and we studied for a while,
her asking question, and I, replying. Then she said:

"Today I have an assignment for you. You will accompany Cindy and me
to a coffee place, where we shall demonstrate our total superiority over you 
by completely humiliating you in front of everybody, reducing
you to dirt under their feet. This will enforce the recognition that
I believe you have already began to acquire, of your inferioirity
to me. No thank me for this and quickly fetch my shoes.

I kissed her foot reverently, uttering:

"Thank you goddess Amanda, for letting me absorb your teachings.
You are a true ruler of my soul, and I cannot imagine...."

She lightly kicked my face.

"You are getting carried away, slave. Not fetch my shoes! Don't forget to 
handle them properly."

I crawled quickly to her bedroom. "Handle them properly" meant to
carry them between my teeth, just as an obedient doggy would do.
I crawled back to my beautiful young mistress, carrying her maryjanes
between my teeth. She presented her left foot forward, and I put
one shoe on it, and then the other shoe on the other foot. She got
up, and went to phone Cindy, stepping on my head on her way.
My nose was momentarily crushed into the floor. The pain was not
too great. It was rather sweet, coming from Amanda's legs.

Amanda talked a few minutes on the phone, powdered her nose,
and we were on our way out. We used her nice path-finder, a new
toy her father bought for her. I was ordered to lie down on the floor,
my face very close to her foot on the gas pedal. The view was terrific, and 
the feeling was great too - she seemed so much in control, of both me and 
the big car.

When we arrived in the coffee shop, I was allowed to stand. On our
way, Amanda explained that the trick was to reduce me from a seemingly 
normal person to a groveling defeated bootlicker. I was not given
all the details of the plot, though. Cindy was already waiting.
Amanda joined Cindy, and I was oredered to sit at the next table,
nearby, and act as if we are strangers. So I did; I picked up a magazine, 
ordered a coffee and read quietly, just like any Joho Doe
would do on a late morning. By lunchtime, the place had turned pretty
crowded. In a nearby table, two young ladies, in exec-suits were
having their lunch. Amanda and Cindy were talking to each other,
looking at me, smiling. Obviously whatever they were planning, was
about to commence. Then the waiter gave me a note. It read

"Get up now, hold your coffee-mug, and start walking by our table.
Prepare to take a fall".

I got up, took my mug in one hand and the magazine in the other, and
as if absent-mindedly, started walking by their table. Cindy's foot
came from under the table, knocking me down. I fell down, and my coffee was 
all over the place, especially near Cindy's and Amanda's
bags and feet, but also near the two exec's table.

"Hey!! What is this...?"

Excalimed Amanda, and

"Look where you are going, mister Look what a mess you did to my new 
shoes!",

said one of the exec's, a nice looking red-head. The waiter rushed
with a cloth in hand. I was starting to say I am sorry and all that,
when the waiter came in with a cloth. He was about to kneel down
and clean the mess when Amanda said

"Wait a minute waiter, it is only fair that he who made the mess,
will also clean it up, don't you think?"

Her voice was loud enough to draw attention from some other tables.

The waiter nodded in apprehension. He handed me the cloth, smiling.

I stood there, the cloth in my hand, not knowing quite what to do.

"Well?"

said Amanda, pointing to the floor at her feet, under her table.

I knelt down and cleaned the floor under their table. Then I cleaned
the bag. The Amanda said

"Just to make it up for her, I think you should clean the lady's shoes
too, because you messed up".

The lady from the other table nodded, and extended her leg to me.

"Yeah, mister, clean my shoe!"

As I was turning to her from Amanda's feet, Amanda suddenly got
up, grabbed my hair with her strong fist, and said loudly

"Just exactly what were you doing under my table, mister?"

She asked angrily, in a tone that implies sexual harassment on my
side,

"Why no miss, honestly, I did nothing of the sort..."

I was trying to excuse myself. People were looking. The lady
whose leg was extended got up and stood next to me too.

"Why you are a pervert, sneeking under the table like that!"

She said, and suddenly her knee came into my face, jabbing me
backwards, but I was still held by Amanda's fist. Amanda grabbed
my head again, and banged it to the chair, holding my bleeding nose
into the chair. The lady put her foot onto the chair and said

"Now you will lick my shoe clean, you pervert!"

Amanda grabbed my hair once more, and shoved my face into the lady's
shoe. I started licking.  "What a wimp", I heard a voice from afar.
But I kept licking, for I was subdued. After the shoe was sparkling clean, 
it came down on my neck, and my face was shoved hard into the
floor, where her other shoe was waiting to get cleaned. This time
I had the lady trampling my head into her shoe. I licked it clean.
The lady turned to the audience and said:

"It looks like we got ourselves a regular shoelicker here, ladies
and gentlemen. Anyone care for a shoeshine?"

And the laughed at me, at her feet, licking her shoes. I looked up
at her and she fisted her hand - threatening to deliver a blow
to my face, so I quickly resumed my shoelicking. Meanwhile her
friend approached too. She had ankle boots on, which were not
affected by the spilled coffee, but had stains of dirt and mud all
over them.

"I could use a shoeshine"

She giggled.

"No problem" said the redhead. She kicked my face hard and said

"You heard my friend -- now hop to it."

As Amanda has promised, I was reduced to a bootlicking creature
groveling at the feet of strange people. She said she would do it,
and she did it. She did not use a lot of force. Just a little and
that was enough to crush me. All that time she was standing nearby,
an amused smile on her face. I caught a glimpse of her eyes. They
were so knowingly dominant, so conquering. Her legs were crossed,
and the sight of her muscular calves sent shivers of renewed submission into 
me. Meanwhile I was abused by a strong readhead, who
had beat my silly and was now enjoying the fruits of her victory.

I licked the dirt off her friend's ankle boots. Apparently a circle
of spectators had formed around the scene. "What a bootlicker"
"What a wimp!" "Hey crawl over here and lick my shoes too",
were the remarks I heard. Amanda then came in and grabbed my hair
again, bringing her eyes close to mine.

"Well pervert, what are we going to do with you. Should we turn
you in to the police?"

"YES!!" said some of the spectators,

"...Or maybe should we just make you the public shoelicker of
this coffee house"

"YES!!!" came an even stronger shout from the spectators.

Amanda shoved my head down back to the floor. She reduced me to
a beaten pile of dirt, just as she had promised to do.

END OF PART II