Okay, my name is Edward Flannigan. I am about to tell you an amazing story about a night I spent in a huge castle with

a beautiful Queen and her female servants. I was one of 500 slaves belonging to the Queen, made to worship her and live for

her. Up to this day, I cannot decide whether it was pain or pleasure. Here’s my story.

I was walking along a barren road one rainy night, tired from a long day of work. I needed some rest. On my walk, I

had passed some bushes on my left and a clearing. Lo and behold, behind the clearing, off in the distance, there was this

humongous castle surrounded by a tall steel gate. I was amazed! I had never seen the castle there before! From what I could

see, the whole castle resembled one from the 1700’s, and it was made of stone. There was a gigantic etching above the door of

the castle. It was of a woman in a uniform, cape, and boots, holding a whip. She had a poor, weak man on all fours at her feet.

I had never seen anything like this in my life.

I was anxious to get home, but this castle really interested me. I wanted to go and check it out. I began to walk through

the big grassy field on my left toward the front gate. I was there 10 minutes later.

I was now standing at a steel gate with a plaque mounted on it. " The Castle of Queen Julienne ", it read. The gate had

opened automatically for me, and now I was now facing the huge fortress with a brown front door guarded by two female

warriors, holding spears, dressed in brown leather from head to toe. I approached and one female thrusted a spear to my

throat.

At that minute, the female guard swung her spear and tripped me with it, knocking me onto my back. She put the

wooden spear to my chest to hold me down.

The next thing I knew, I was in a large throne room. The entire room seemed to be made of gold, the richest kind. Gold

pillars, gold walls, gold ceiling. I was lying on my stomach on the floor with two other female warriors standing over me.

Before me was a big golden throne. In the chair sat an extremely beautiful woman with blonde hair and the most

attractive face. She was dressed in red and black leather - a leather outfit, leather gloves, and thigh-high black leather boots

with 5-inch high heels. She stared down at me with a smile. I almost drooled at the sight of her beauty. Her shiny booted feet

rested firmly in front of her, just near my face.

" You’ve been captured and brought into my great castle. You’ve trespassed on my grounds. Your penalty now is to

worship me eternally along with my female warriors, " she explained. I was still lying there, tired.

" It is, my slave, " she responded. " You are one of hundreds more men who serve me. They all live with a chosen female

to serve also, 24 hours a day. You will be assigned one soon. " she said.

I still didn’t believe what was happening. I said, " Well, this is a very wonderful dream, but I need to get home. I -" 

Before I could finish, she threw a foot in front of my face so my lips had no room to move. My face was upon her boot

leather.

" Speak no more! You must now be initiated into my realm. " the Queen interrupted. " You must now lick my boots -

both of them. Soak them. Anywhere below the ankle. Now lick. "

" Lick them, or die! " she demanded. The Queen pushed the foot hard upon my face. It looked like there was no way

out. She owned me now. She and her female servants owned me for the rest of my life, like hundreds of other unfortunate men

being kept here.

I obediently said, " Yes, my Queen. " She continued to push the boot leather up against my face. I began to glide my

tongue roughly up the surface of the boot ankle. I brought the tongue back in, back out, and licked again, this time from the toe

to a little further up the foot. The black leather appeared shinier than before.

" I’m very impressed, and flattered, " she said. " I didn’t know you loved me in such a way. You worship me so deeply,

and I’ve only known you for a couple minutes. You’ve done well, my dear slave. You are mine now, " she said. " What is your

name, anyway? "

I said, wearily, " My name’s Edward. " I felt mesmerized by the Queen, and a little brainwashed. I asked, " What am I

here for? "

The Queen told me of her plan. " Well, Edward, from here on, you will treat me and my ladies the best we’ve ever been

treated. You will be our slave every single day, and you will like it. You are never to leave the castle unless you are told to do

so. You will be assigned a roommate - a female roommate, that is - to be your own, personal queen to worship and cherish.

She will be with you every day to watch over you and make sure you never leave. "

She paused again to reposition her legs, and her boots made an erotic rubbery sound when they moved. " Every day,

you will worship your private female roommate and me, Queen Julienne, whenever we ask. You will massage our feet

whenever we ask, you will kiss our feet whenever we tell you to, lick our feet, booted or not booted, suck on our boots

whenever we tell you to. You and every other male prisoner here are our foot slaves. You will be trampled on or stepped on

when we want you to be, and you shall learn that our feet are our personal weapons - or, if you’d like, our personal objects of

obsession. "

I was beginning to wish this was all just a bad dream. I confessed, " I didn’t know I was trespassing, my Queen, I was

just curious. Every day, when I go to work, that " field " in front of your castle is empty. But tonight, I saw your castle behind it. I

swear to God that it’s never been there before! Please, just let me out! "

She booted me in the face, saying, " I asked you a question! " The two female servants, still standing over me to make

sure I don’t get up, smiled down at me. " I guess you do agree to my terms. Very well, then. Your personal female roommate

will be Sylvia. " She summoned Sylvia to her side, glancing over to a small doorway on her left.

The door opened, and a beautiful brunette wearing lots of brown leather walked out slowly. She was beautiful. I

couldn’t help to adore her. Before I knew it, I was addicted to these women. I didn’t want to leave this place. Or, did I?

Queen Julienne commanded me to stand up. I stood up, my knees a little rubbery. " Go to Sylvia, and bow to her. Get

on all fours, and show your respect at her feet. "

I slowly walked over to Sylvia, a little nervous. She stood there with an alluring stare, and one leg was out in front of

her with the brown boot leather just glistening with a faint shine. I fell to her feet immediately. I began to press my lips against

the boot on her left foot, and placed a kiss. I did this over and over, slowly. Then I rose to one knee, licking my lips. Sylvia

said, " You like that? " She had a sweet little voice.

" Yes, I do. " I took her hand and I kissed it passionately. Queen Julienne was amused by all this. I wasn’t sure what I

was getting myself into, but I think I liked it.

" Now face me, " Queen Julienne commanded. I turned to her and knelt. She said, " You will be mine for a long time,

Edward. Welcome to my castle. You will be serving us tremendously. You and every other man in the castle are weak fools.

You will all bow to me and serve me. " With that, she laughed out loud, as it echoed throughout the throne room! Sylvia’s smile

toward me became an evil one. I began to sulk...I was not happy. Sylvia showed me to the room I was to share with her. She

grabbed my arm and brought me to my feet, then putting a black leather collar on my neck, over my shirt collar. As she

escorted me away, past the Queen, the Queen whispered, " Good to meet you, my love. "

Suddenly, after a couple minutes of walking down a dark hall, Sylvia stopped. We had apparently reached our room.

The sign on the door said, " ROOM 15 - SYLVIA ". She opened the door and shoved me in. This was more like a normal

bedroom...it was a suite! I stood there in the doorway of the suite and stared a couple moments. Before me was an extravagant

bedroom and a spotless living room with silk loveseats. It’s like something a movie star would own. And to think that every

room in the castle was like this! No wonder Julienne’s castle was so big.

Sylvia walked over to the silk couch and sat down with her feet propped up across it. Her boots shined nicely in the

light.

I was still a bit nervous. I was here for only a little over 10 minutes, and I wanted to leave desperately. But I knew I

couldn’t. " I don’t know...what do you want me to do? "

" Well... " Sylvia stood up and walked to the kitchen. " I’m rather thirsty. " She opened up a bottle of champagne and

poured a glass for both of us. She walked toward me and handed me the plastic glass filled with Orange Heaven #3. I reached

for it and she suddenly dropped it, watching the champagne spill all over her boots and soak into the carpet. The glass had just

laid there at her precious boots.

" Oops, " she said with a smile. " I spilled the champagne all over my boots! " I was a little intimidated. She was still

holding the other champagne glass in her other hand. Sylvia asked politely while glancing down at her boots, " Would you clean

this up for me, sweetheart? "

" No, no, no. No towels. You can clean it up by yourself like a big boy. And while you’re at it... " She tilted the other

glass and poured her share of the champagne all over the surface of her boots. " Doesn’t it look delicious? " She smiled a bit,

and then quickly pulled violently on my collar. " Get down and clean it up! "

I immediately fell to her feet once again as if an earthquake had knocked me down. I was at her boots, which were

covered with champagne. One foot was moved out in front of my face as she grew impatient.

" Yes, ma’am. " I had to obey her. There was no choice. I started to clean the leather and lick the champagne off her

boots. My tongue moved in long, passionate strokes across her delicate toe, sides, and she repositioned her foot so I could

clean the heel, too.

She started to talk. " You men do not realize the power of the woman. We are so far superior over you, we are to be

worshipped. We are to be worshipped in the biggest ways, and you don’t realize that’s what God put us here for. You are in

the house of the woman, and you are my slave. You are to be at my feet and serve me when I tell you to. You will see my

power. "

I was listening intently, still licking. The taste of the champagne was immensely bitter. She said, " There is no escape

from us. Women are the high power on Earth. We are to be treated like angels. You are nothing but -" 

She smiled and stepped on my head lightly, pushing it down into the champagne-soaked carpeting. I could feel her boot

sole pushing down on the back of my head. The leash attached to my collar was lying beside me. Sylvia replied, " Dear, I will

learn to hate you before I learn to love you. You are my slave, not my lover. However, you may still kiss my boot if you’d like.

You know, just to show me your love for me. " She lifted the foot off my head and slid it under my face. I kissed her ankle

leather lightly. " Thank you so much, " she said. " This champagne incident was so exciting, don’t you think? " I sighed heavily and

rested my head on her boot.

" You know... " she started to say. She stepped onto my upper back. " I admit I do adore obedient men like you. " She

started to do a light march on my back, massaging my back with her rubber soles, and it felt great. " Not in that way, though,

dear. I don’t love you at all. I’m not attracted to you. You’re just a slave, not my lover. " She continued the light trampling on

my back. My head was resting sideways on the floor, and I enjoyed this so far. Well, everything but lying in the carpet soaked

with the champagne. It was sort of soggy. I could feel that her boot soles were wet with champagne, too.

" Ooooooh, that’s good. " she said with a smile as she continued stepping on my back. Just then, I started to get real wet

down below. The sexual arousal from the trampling was a little too much for me.

She stepped off and helped me up. I stared at the beautiful Sylvia for a minute, wanting to kiss her so badly. She stared

at me, but not in the same way. I knew she loved me deep inside, though. She’d take any man she could get her hands on, or, I

mean, get her feet on.

" I find you so beautiful, " I complimented her. " It’s a person like you who I’m glad to be stuck with. I wish I could be

more than your slave. I want you so much, yet, I don’t know you. I - I’m single, and the minute I saw you, I was so - I just...I

couldn’t control myself. You are wonderful. "

There was a pause. We just stood there still, face to face. I was looking at her, and she was half looking at me and half

looking down. I slowly reached forward and touched her arm. She didn’t react. I touched her other arm with my other hand. I

stroked her arm up and down. I leaned forward and placed a light kiss on her forehead.

" Was it wrong? Like I said, I’m in love with you. " I told her. I whispered again, " We could love each other. The Queen

doesn’t have to know. "

Then I got on my knees before her and kissed her hand and she stared down at me blankly. All of a sudden, she took

the leash and yanked me up as I choked. I stood weak on my legs, still wet down below. She pulled a knife to my throat.

" Don’t try to manipulate me, Edward. I’m not that type of person. You’re going to get yourself killed. "

She said, " The talk. The little speech. You’ll never have me. " She opened the door to the suite and pulled me out by

my collar. " Come with me. "

" Where are we going? " I asked her. She led me back down the hall. In the distance, I saw the first male in the castle.

He was being dragged by his shirt across the floor by a woman dressed in a skin-tight black leather catsuit with high-heeled

ankle boots. The woman said, " Let’s go, slave! I’m going to give you a whipping you’ll never forget! " And I could see the guy

struggling and struggling to break free. Sylvia continued to pull me down the hall as I couldn’t help staring at the other female’s

catsuit.

We were suddenly back in the throne room with the great Queen Julienne. Julienne was sitting comfortably in her

throne, eating grapes. She said, " Oh, you brought him back! "

Sylvia said to the Queen, " We have a traitor in our midst. " She opened my collar and threw me at the feet of the great

Queen. " He tried to seduce me. "

Julienne was astonished. " Oh, really? " I was on my knees before the Queen, trying to catch my breath from all the

intensity of the situation. I think I was hyperventilating. Sylvia stood right next to me as I lay there suffering.

" Obvious. You tried to get her to love you, when you’re only here to serve her. " She grew angry. " You may love her all

you want, be she was trained to hate you! She is your mistress...not your wife! She violently threw the grapes to the side. " You

will be punished! "

She said, " Tonight, at 10:00, I will bring all of my servants and slaves into this room. They will all watch me fight you to

the death. And I will win. Because anyone who misbehaves is killed! "

She gave me a big kick to the face, throwing me onto my back. The kick was powerful. She had strong feet. Sylvia

then stepped on my throat and the Queen stepped on my chest. I had trouble breathing, and I had two beautiful women

stepping on my body. I could feel the Queen’s high heel digging into my ribs. Queen Julienne looked angrily at Sylvia and said,

" How could you let him treat you like that? You shall never give in! "

" I know, my Queen, but... " Sylvia was speechless. I could feet sweet Sylvia’s leather boot under my chin still. She

released, leaving only the Queen’s foot on my chest. I started to catch my breath again.

Sylvia said, " I think I love him. " I still had the high-heeled boot on my chest. The Queen was even angrier. " Oh,

you...you have betrayed me! " She released the boot off my chest and pulled me up off the floor, and I was on my knees for the

Queen. She held my throat with her gloved hand.

She said, " Sylvia will bring you in here at 10:00. We will fight to the death! Hundreds will be watching! " She released,

and said, " ‘Til then! Take him away, Sylvia! " The Queen walked back to her throne as Sylvia gently helped me up. I wasn’t

feeling well. I had a trace of blood on my chin. I was tired, weak, and confused. Sylvia and I walked back to room 15. The

Queen once again stared at me, saying, " You will die. " As a response, I flipped her off. She gave no reaction. She’d just save it

until our fight. She’s only a woman, so I knew I would win.

Sylvia opened the door to the suite again and led me in. She was a lot nicer this time, and turning to reality. It looked

like she was trying to let her inside feelings show, and overpower her strong dominant outside. " Here, sit down, " she said, sitting

me down on the couch. I was frustrated, I must say.

Sylvia explained, " I have something to tell you. You’re lucky to be paired with someone like me. The Queen doesn’t

have many female servants like me - you know, someone who would bend the rules, someone who would come to oppose her.

But the things you said to me, they just made me feel...well, here’s the story. I’ve never really had anyone. I’ve never had

anyone to love. I’ve had a crush on several guys in high school, but never had a date for the prom. I’ve never had a boyfriend.

And I’ve never been married. I’ve been alone all my life. And I didn’t realize all this was bothering me when you tried to

befriend me. It didn’t show up soon enough. I didn’t want to go through with the lifestyle the Queen tried to force me into.

Never in my life have I gotten close to a guy, have I kissed a guy... "

We gazed at each other and leaned forward into a kiss. After making love for a little bit, Sylvia pulled out her

knife...and threw it to the floor. We were in true love now, and she was no longer my mistress. I sort of backed off a little.

She said to me, " This isn’t wrong. " She stroked my face. " You did the right thing. You’ll come out alive. You have

already won a major battle. It was with me. If you can win my heart, I know you can win her. "

Sylvia smiled a bit and and propped her boots up in my lap. I lifted a foot and began to kiss the rich brown leather. The

smell of the champagne was gone, but there was still dry champagne on my face. I sucked her toe leather between my lips, I

licked the soft rubber sole of her heel...I was all over her feet. She entranced me. She took her other foot and stroked my chin

with her toe, and I kissed that toe. She said, " You look like you need sleep. "

" Yeah. " I lay down on the couch and she adjusted the silk pillows for me. She whispered in my ear, " Don’t worry

about the Queen. I know you can do it. " She kissed my lips.

" Oh...jeez... " She helped me into sitting position on the couch. I could hear cheering and shouting from hundreds of

voices through the door of this large room. " Oh, no, I’ve got to face her. "

Sylvia stood up, went to the bathroom, and got a wet rag. She wiped my face clean of the dry blood and champagne.

" Don’t worry. Just get rid of her and set us all free. "

We headed out the door and to the right, down the hall. We could see the throne room up ahead, and there were tons

of people, just standing there, shouting, " Ju-li-enne! Ju-li-enne! " I felt like I was in a Rocky movie, heading for the ring to get

pulverized. Sylvia and I walked toward the throne room slowly. I was calm for the first time tonight. My energy was

replenished and I looked 80% better than before. I felt like I was in the mood for a good fight. And I’d give it to her.

Behind my back, Sylvia slipped me her knife to use against the Queen. Soon, we were in the middle of over 500

people. The Queen was sitting on the throne, looking more beautiful than ever. She, as usual, donned her red and black outfit

with shiny black high-heeled boots.

" Sylvia, down. " She called Sylvia to her feet. " Yes, my Queen, " she obeyed. She walked to the Queen, kneeled at her

feet and kissed the black boot leather.

She commanded Sylvia, " Now sit, while I defeat another slave in battle. " Everyone cheered. I was surrounded by

opposing groups. The men wanted me to win, and the women wanted me to lose. I was surrounded by woman wearing

gorgeous leather uniforms with boots of all colors. Their male slaves stood there waiting for me to get rid of Queen Julienne.

The Queen stood at the throne and grabbed a golden staff from her side.

" Let the battle begin! " A loud cheer filled the room! It was deafening as everyone cheered for Queen Julienne. I had to

fight the lovely-looking woman, yet, enemy.

" Are you ready? " she asked. She took several jabs at me with her staff, missing. She swung the staff at me, hitting me in

the waist. I fell to the ground in pain! I was on my back when she walked up to me and stepped on my face. She put the high

heel deep into my mouth with the toe sole over my eye, stepping on my face with the most force I have ever felt put on my face.

I was almost swallowing the high heel. I was choking, and trying to get the heel out of my mouth.

" Aaahglh - hgah -"  Just then, I grabbed the bottom of her staff and shoved it up, knocking her in the jaw. She stepped

off me as was on all fours, choking up blood. The back of my tongue was cut from the heel. Sylvia cheered. All the men

cheered for me, but the women booed. I struggled to stand up.

Queen Julienne said, " I’ve got strong boots, huh? I use them to the fullest. " She threw a well-placed kick at my head,

but just barely missed. She swung the staff at my hip again. This time I caught the staff in my arm before it hit my hip, and I spun

around, punching the Queen in the jaw! She backed off and held her jaw, from which there was a slim stream of blood trickling

down. Another cheer came from the guys.

" You cannot beat me! I am the great Queen Julienne! " she yelled. She charged at me, did a cartwheel, and caught me in

the forehead with her boot. I stepped back, a little dazed, and my forehead was cut a little. She then punched me in the

stomach, then grabbed my face.

" You do not know my power. " She forced a booted foot into my stomach and used it to shove me into her throne, next

to where Sylvia was sitting. She put the foot on my shoulder, ordering me, " Now, since you still have a chance...lick my boot,

slave. This is your chance to give up. Lick the sweet black leather. C’mon, lick it! "

I smacked the foot off my shoulder with one sharp blow from my hand. I got up with a burst of energy and rushed

toward the Queen, putting my hands on her throat. She let herself drop to the floor. She put a foot into my stomach and

monkey-tossed me. I flew, and landed flat on my back. She came at me and attempted to stomp on my face with her

high-heeled boot, but I got up and she missed. I could hear chants for me and the Queen coming from the crowd now. I spun

around and kicked the Queen in the stomach, sending her back a few inches. I was ready, and she was ready. I did a jumping

roundhouse kick, connecting with her face! She fell hard to the stone floor of the throne room, and everyone cheered!

There was a mixed reaction from her female servants. Some wanted her to win, but some noticed now that they were

to be destined free on their own. In time, they would rather cheer for me, knowing that they wouldn’t be owned anymore.

More of the focus was now turned to my win, not the Queen’s. Sylvia was clapping and cheering ecstatically.

The Queen, dazed and struggling to stay on her feet, said, " Oh spit, cough I don’t believe you! How dare you try

to beat me! " In the blink of an eye, she did a double cartwheel, her ankles flying through the air, locking themselves hard around

my neck! I was in a really tight scissor hold! She brought me to the floor while her legs were crossed and her silky booted

ankles trapped my neck! " How does that feel, huh!? " Julienne asked with an evil smile. " How does it feel to have the most

beautiful woman in the world’s ankles around your neck? " She tightened the grip. She bent her boot toes back, and I could feel

them pushing into the back of my skull.

Queen Julienne reached back across the floor while maintaining the scissor hold, trying to grab hold of her staff. It

wasn’t far away. I reached for Sylvia’s knife, which I had concealed under the cuff of my pants. She took the staff and got

ready to pound my face in with it. This was her chance. She had my head trapped between her incredibly strong ankles and she

could kill me with several blows to the face with her staff. I came out with the knife and started to swing at her leg. She was

wearing thigh-high boots, and I wanted to try to go for the skin. I took several swipes, missed, and then again, this time, cutting

her deep on the side of her leg!

" Aaaaaaaaaaaah! " She screamed in pain and rolled out of the scissor hold. I quickly took the knife and slammed it into

her ankle, and she gave an even more defeaning scream! I could hear several bones break as the knife was wedged through the

leather of her boot, her skin, and into the bone. She cried and whimpered in pain while the crowd of over 500 cheered loudly!

The Queen crawled around slowly, desperately trying to yank the knife out of her ankle.

As I sat there trying to catch my breath, the Queen lay across from me and started to mumble. " Oh - I won’t give -

up! " The Queen tried desperately to remove the knife, but couldn’t. Her face was turning white as blood poured endlessly from

the gap in her boot. Both of her hands were on the handle of the knife, trying to bring it up out of the wound. But that’s when

she could clearly see that the knife had gone all the way through her ankle, and it was even stuck in the floor.

" I can’t move! Help! Somebody! You are all my slaves - and - aah-h - I order you - owwwwww - to help your

Queen! " I limped over toward the Queen, lying painfully on the ground. She raised an open hand, begging me not to inflict any

more pain.

I said to her, " You are going to let all these people go and live their own lives. You will set them free. " I lifted a foot and

stomped hard on her wounded ankle, the knife still in it. She screamed again and the crowd got louder in my favor. Her ankle

was almost flat. Under that black leather boot, her foot was gone. The leather was the only thing holding it together. That same

boot that’s been kissed by millions of men was now soaked in blood. The Queen still couldn’t get up, nor lift out the knife.

Sylvia was still cheering for me. I bent down and grabbed the knife with one hand and yanked it out, and she yelled again in

pain. For the past three minutes, the Queen had been sitting on the floor of the throne room, not able to move because of her

shattered ankle.

She grabbed her staff and used it to help her stand up, acting 70 years older than she was. " I can - fight...you with

one...leg, then... " Her foot just dangled there under her ankle. I knew this was the end of Queen Julienne. All her beautiful

female servants looked on, knowing that they should not live like this anymore. The Queen was limping toward me with the aid

of her staff. " C’mon, sexy...I know...you still worship me, don’t you? " With that, I came back with a quick roundhouse kick,

connecting to her jaw, breaking it. I could hear the snap. The move brought her down to the floor immediately. The crowd

cheered once more! Queen Julienne, the former ruler of 500...was now dead.

Sylvia suddenly jumped to her feet and cheered. She burst through the crowd and ran to me, hugging and kissing me.

" Oh, I knew you could... " The throne room was filled with the noise of the crowd, especially the men who had been enslaved

by these women. The women began to cheer, too. Everyone was in my favor. They knew that Julienne was an enemy, not their

true ruler. The Queen was now lying there with her ankle shattered and endlessly gushing out blood, and her leg sliced from the

knife. There was more blood pouring from her mouth and her dislocated jaw. She was a mess. It was over. You could still see

the Queen take small breaths. Her breathing got slower and slower as she faded into rest. No last words to accompany her

death.

Everyone continued to cheer on. Everyone was finally happy. Sylvia and I began to kiss. Two female guards opened

the front doors to the castle and gave a path for Sylvia and me. We headed out the doors back into the fresh outdoor air.

I joked around, saying, " Let’s go home, my mistress. " We headed for my house and celebrated. As time passed, we

continued our relationship on a boyfriend-girlfriend basis. She loved me kissing her shoes every so often, licking her feet,

whether they were bare or covered. I continued to worship her to show her how much I really loved her. She loved me back.

The Queen Julienne fantasy was just a nightmare left behind. The castle was burned down a week later, and a

recreational park was built. Everything that happened tonight happened in 5 hours. And this 5 hours I spent as Queen Julienne’s

slave were the strangest 5 hours in my life. I’m still not sure if I really liked it or not.

Yeah...I liked it.