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Princess Jen Part 1          By Slave Shoelicker

I was in the mid-Atlantic last June for my brother-in-law’s birthday
party at my sister’s place.  It was a typical hot muggy mid 90’s day
as I arrived on Saturday afternoon for the party.  There was about
twenty people in all coming.  

About an hour after I got there, his brother’s family arrived from New
England.  They had a daughter graduating high school who I hadn’t seen
in three years.  She had changed quite a bit since I’d last met her.
Jen was a very outgoing and confident young girl.  Her parents were
quick to tell everyone that she was a star student and athlete.  I
noticed her immediately for she was a very pretty young teen.  She was
dressed in a pink short sleeve shirt, a pink and white short pleated
skirt, hot pink ankle socks, and patent leather dressy maryjane shoes.
Her long blond hair was done up in pony tails with pink ribbons.

I hung around with the adults discussing what we all had been doing
since we last got together, while Jen ran around with the other
children.  I was amazed how the heat didn’t bother them, as we sat in
the shade sipping iced drinks.  Every now and then I caught a glimpse
of her cotton panties as she frolicked on the lawn.

Since many of us had traveled quite far for the party, we were
spending the night.  The kids went to sleep on couches and pillows in
the den downstairs while the adults played cards.  Around midnight we
all decided to call it a night and head to bed.  I was offered a bed
in one of the spare rooms, but since I was alone I passed it on to one
of the other couples and said I’d be fine on the floor.

I grabbed a pillow and sheet, and headed downstairs where it would be
cooler.  Some of the kids were young so I guess they left a light on
in the corner for security while sleeping in a strange place.  The
couches were all taken, but there was a spot on the floor by the couch
where Jen was sleeping.

I spotted her maryjanes on the floor at the foot of the couch.  I
spread out the blanket to lie on, and put the pillow right next to the
pretty shoes.  Jen was asleep, still wearing the pink anklets, pleated
skirt, and pink shirt.  She had unbuttoned the shirt and I could see
the flower print bra she had on.  She had very athletic legs from all
the running she did playing sports, and the tan she acquired over the
summer accentuated their fantastic look.

As I lay there, I couldn’t take my eyes off those maryjanes.  The kids
had played hard all day and they were all sleeping soundly.  I slid
the pillow right up to the lovely shoes and my nostrils flared as the
aroma of Jen’s feet and the leather invaded my senses.  The extremely
hot day and all the running and sweating Jen did gave them a real
funky odor.  I reached out and touched the inner sole which was still
very moist.  I put my nose right in the shoe opening and took long
slow whiffs.  My cock was rock hard.

Checking to make sure all were still asleep, I started licking the
shiny leather.  I had to concentrate just to keep quiet as I had
become incredibly excited.  Jen stirred a bit and I froze, hopefully
appearing asleep.  It looked as if she just adjusted her position and
was still asleep.  Her foot had moved and was now hanging over the
edge of the couch right over my head.

I gazed at Jen’s foot.  It looked perfect.  She had a curvy high arch
that gave it an alluring shape as it hung limply overhead, still in
the hot pink anklet she had worn all day.  Without even thinking, I
raised myself just enough to be level with her foot.  The rich
fragrance that washed over me was indescribable.  I was almost out of
control.  I took one of the maryjanes and started jerking off with it.
Inhaling Jen’s wonderful scent put me over the edge in seconds, and I
exploded all over the pretty shoe.

I bit my lip to stem the scream that I held under my breath, and lay
back down.  After gaining control of myself and assuring that everyone
was still asleep, I brought the shoe up to look at.  The maryjane was
covered in cum.  Not wanting to get up to clean it or smear it on the
sheet for fear that someone would notice the stain, I held the shoe
over my face.  Imagining Jen was still wearing it, I began licking my
own cum off the sole of her shoe.  I stopped to think- what was I
doing performing this degrading act?, but the idea of being under
Jen’s feet aroused me more than I could believe and I continued
abasing myself as I licked the entire shoe, top and bottom, over and
over.  I set the shoe down and drifted off to one of the best sleeps
I’ve had. 

I was startled awake in the morning, as Jen was getting out of bed and
accidentally stepped on me.  Of course she stepped right on my cock
which had grown to full mast as I lay there dreaming of Jen’s feet.

"Oops," she said with that innocent girlish giggle, "I didn’t know you
were beneath me."

I was red as a beat with shame as I stammered "I was beneath you all
night."

"Oh yes, I seam to recall you below me at some point."

Just what did she mean by that.  She had a smile on her face, but I
was sure she slept through everything.

"Hand me my shoes, will you."  It was more a demand than a request.  I
picked up the maryjanes and reached out to give them to her.  As she
was about to take them, she went into an involuntary stretch and yawn
that some people do as they wake up.  With her hands over her head I
watched her breasts heave.  So firm and comely in the flower print
bra.

"Be a dear and help me on with them.  It’s so early in the morning,"
she said continuing the stretches sitting on the couch above me.
Jen’s feet were now on my stomach and she was rubbing them back and
forth as she stretched.

I was lying on my back below her holding the shoes and I couldn’t
respond.  I waited for her to finish stretching, and then she placed
one foot on my chest, crossed the other leg over it putting her other
foot right above my face, just inches away.  I could see her entire
legs and panties towering above me.  I was mesmerized, and had to
struggle to stop staring.  After a few seconds I caught her eye, as
she smiled at me.  My ears were hot as I turned ashen with shame, yet
I was helpless to tell her to stop.

Jen started swinging her foot as if to say ‘get back to your task’.
Her foot with the stinky hot pink anklet was now lightly grazing my
cheek.  Involuntarily I took a breath as the smell assaulted my
nostrils.  She giggled again and I knew I had better get on with it as
I was sure I couldn’t refuse her, and the longer it took the more
humiliated I would be.  I was going to get up to make the task easier,
but as I started to move Jen pushed back with her foot on my chest,
and placed the toes of her other foot gently on my mouth for just a
second.  I was at the brink of orgasm and struggled with all my
concentration to act as if I was still in control, not wanting this
young teen to know what she was doing to me.  I was going to have to
put her shoes on from this ridiculous position beneath her feet.

Not willing to risk anyone seeing me like this, quietly I brought the
maryjane up to her foot.  There was barely enough room between her
foot and my face to get the shoe on.  Several times the sole was
forced up against my face as I struggled with the chore.

With one shoe on, Jen uncrossed her legs and put her shoe clad foot
haphazardly in close proximity to my penis which was standing straight
out as I struggled to conceal it from her.  She made a point with her
other foot as she extended it over my head.  I nearly gasped at the
sight of her magnificent leg, the muscles so incredibly toned.  She
accidentally brushed my cock on several occasions with the shoe as I
teetered on the edge of climax.  I couldn’t humiliate myself and cum
in front of her.  I reached up with her other shoe to get the job done
as fast as I could.  Jen was not making it easy.  Finally she made a
toe point right at my nose and I was able to catch her foot before it
moved and slip the pretty shoe on her foot.  To do so I had to
virtually put the tip of the maryjane against my lips.  With the shoe
on, Jen pressed down slightly, forcing the shoe onto my lips.  I wish
I could have let the moment linger, as the feelings washing over me as
I "kissed" the shoe tip were fantastic.   She giggled and I became
concerned that someone would wake up and see me like this beneath the
feet of this beautiful teen vixen.

I rolled over on my stomach and tried to regain my composure.  I hoped
that the scene was over, as one of the little kids in the corner was
stirring.  I couldn’t get up with the huge boner I was sporting, and I
just lay there hoping Jen had enough.

"You forgot the buckles, Don."  The words ringing in my ears.

Jen slid the shoe under my face and I hurriedly buckled it up.  She
lifted it up to see, and remarked, "Oh no, it’s in the wrong hole,"
laughing once again.

"Which one is it?" I asked.

"No fair, you have to guess," she teased back.

After two other failed attempts, she decided I had it right the first
time.  Her other foot was now on the edge of the couch, with her knee
up to her chest.  I would have to get up to buckle it.  I got on my
knees and was about to begin when Jen brought her other leg up to the
couch’s edge.  In doing so she once again ‘accidentally’ brushed my
dick, sending shivers down my spine.  She looked at me, giggling as I
humbled myself before her.  With her knees against her chest I had a
great view of her cotton panties, and they looked as if they might be
wet, but I couldn’t tell for sure and I didn’t want her to see me
staring again.

The other buckle secure, Jen got up and walked passed me, grazing me
with her firm young ass.  I was left there, kneeling, with the worst
set of blue balls I’d ever had.

I knelt there for a few minutes, hoping my hard-on would subside.
Finally, I just picked up the pillow, holding it in front of me, and
headed to the bathroom.  As I passed by the kitchen, Jen yelled out,
"Hello Uncle Don," bringing attention my way from the few people who
were early risers.  Luckily I was able to waive them off as I
continued to the bathroom.  I found it empty, once again thanking my
stars, and got in the shower.

Setting the water for as cold as I could stand it, I watered my cock
in hopes of cooling the flames.  After some effort, I succeeded and
got dressed to face the day.

I made my way into the kitchen and took a seat to strike up some
conversation.  The questions arose as to when I would finally find a
girl and settle down.  As always I did the best I could to tell
everyone I was not in a hurry.  I was in my mid thirties and enjoyed
my freedom.

"I think Uncle Don is a considerate and very helpful man," said Jen
with a smile as my face started to redden.  "He was so nice helping me
this morning when I was having some trouble with my shoes. The girls
don’t know how lucky they would be to HAVE him."

I did my best to act as if it was nothing and luckily the conversation
changed directions.  Throughout breakfast I tried to ignore looking at
Jen who was sitting across the table from me.  Every time our eyes met
she was looking right at me with what appeared to be a bit of a smirk
on her face.

After breakfast it was decided the group would go to a local park for
a walk and let the young children play.  Feeling the need to distance
myself somewhat from Jen, I bowed out feigning a bit of a headache.  I
hoped for some time by myself to regain my composure and empty the
load that had built up in my balls.  Just as I was seeing everyone
off, Jen asked her mother if she could stay behind and work on a
report for school on the laptop.  Her mother was so proud that she was
such a conscientious student, and readily agreed.

Jen got out the laptop and I thought I would just stay out of her way
while she worked.

"Oh the battery is dead," she exclaimed.  "I guess the report will
have to wait.  Lets play Uncle Don."

"I don’t know that I’m up for it," knowing that after this morning it
wouldn’t be a good idea.

"Come on, just for a little while," she said in a voice that cut right
through me, as she swayed slightly, cocking her head in an innocent
schoolgirl way.

Knowing better but somehow unable to refuse, I agreed.

"Lets go downstairs to the den," as she skipped off for the stairs.

As I fell in behind her she mockingly looked back saying "Here boy,
here boy," smacking her lips in an exaggerated kissing sound as if
calling a dog.

"Now now," I said, unable to think of anything else, but continuing to
follow after her just as a good dog would.

"Lets have a pillow fight," she said excitedly.

"Oh no," I said, "I’m a grown man and you’re just a kid, what sixteen
years old?"
"Hey I’m a senior, I just turned eighteen."

"I’m sorry, it’s just with your hair in pony tails and the way you’re
dressed with those shoes and all..."

"What’s wrong with my shoes, I think they’re very pretty.  Don’t you
think they are pretty?" she said as she pointed her shoe and slowly
twisted it side to side.  My eyes were drawn to it.

"Oh yes they’re very lovely, it’s just that they make you look so
young, even though you surely act like quite the adult," I stated,
trying to save myself.  "But I still don’t think it would be fair for
us to pillow fight.  I’m so much bigger than you."

"To even it up, you fight from your knees," she said, throwing a
pillow my way.  "The first one to knock the other over wins."

I sank to my knees and the play began.  Jen was laughing as she
circled me smacking my head.  I fought back half heartedly, watching
her nubile body bounce so alluringly in front of me.

I was getting tired of spinning on my knees as Jen circled me.  While
she was behind me, she must have kicked me in the back, and I fell to
the ground.

"I won, I won!" she exclaimed jumping up and down.  Suddenly, she
plopped down on my stomach, slightly knocking the wind out of me.

"I won," she giggled, sitting on my stomach with her feet on either
side of my head.  From my position I was looking right at her panties.
I tried not to stare, but it took me a few seconds to tear my eyes
away from the sight.  She waited for me to look her in the eyes.

"My report was on the Roman conquests.  Do you know what the Romans
did to their captives?"

"What?" I said meekly.

"They made them their slaves.  You have to be my slave till the others
get back."

I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.  There was a long pause and I
should have put a stop to this, but I said nothing.

"Slave, you made fun of the way I dress and especially my shoes.
Apologize to my shoes."

Jen raised both maryjanes and planted them on my chest.

"I’m sorry Jen..."

"To my SHOES!"

"Lovely shoe, I’m very sorry if I insulted you.  You are very
beautiful, and I was wrong to say bad things about you. I’m sorry."

What was I doing?  I was completely abasing myself at the feet of this
beautiful young girl.  My cock was hard as a rock, and I couldn’t
bring myself to stop, the feelings coming over me were incredible and
I was losing control of my will to my dick.

Jen placed the sole of her shoe inches above my face.  "Kiss it!"

I looked at her, and she had this regal look about her.  I was
helpless to resist.  I lifted my head and tried to kiss her shoe.  It
was just out of reach and I couldn’t get to it with her other foot on
my chest holding me down.  Just how foolish I must have appeared
struggling to kiss the shoe she kept just beyond my lips.

Jen giggled at my obsequious performance then said, "Beg!"

"Please Jen may I kiss your shoe."

"Call me Princess Jen, and you will have to do much better than that
if you want to kiss it.  You do want to kiss it, don’t you weenie?"

I felt utterly degraded.  Yes I would continue to beg her I so
desperately needed to humiliate myself before her.  I had never felt
so sexually stimulated and the more she degraded me, the more excited
I became.

"Princess Jen, I am your devoted slave and I beg for the privilege and
honor of kissing your shoe.  Please allow this lowly worm to pay
homage to your feet."

She put the sole on my face, and I passionately kissed it in total
supplication.

She took it away and said, "Lick it!  Lick it just like last night."

With not an ounce of self respect left, I put my entire effort into
loving the sole of her pretty shoes.  Jen let me continue, and I was
approaching orgasm.  Just before I was about to climax, she took the
maryjanes away.

"Take my shoes off."

Reverently I removed her shoes and exposed her perfect feet in the hot
pink anklets.  She curled her foot, pointing her toe.  She had the
most amazing legs I’d ever seen.  She cupped both feet and covered my
face.  The socks had been on her feet for nearly two days in the hot
sticky weather.  They reeked.  But to me the pungent smell was pure
nirvana.  I was in total ecstasy as I drank in the heavenly fragrance
of her unwashed feet.  I came in an earth shattering orgasm as I held
her filthy feet to my face.

Jen was laughing hysterically as I humiliated myself at her feet..  I
had lost all self respect, yet it was the most fantastic orgasm I’d
ever experienced.

"Take off my socks."

Gently I slid the anklets from her magnificent feet, exposing the
objects consuming my entire being.  Jen traced her toes lightly over
my face.  I was reeling in pleasure.

"I haven’t cleaned them in a few days slave boy.  You want to clean
them?"

"Oh yes Princess Jen.  I would do anything if you let me clean them."
Her feet were exquisite, with a pretty pale pink nail polish on her
toenails.  My mouth watered at the thought of licking those peds.

Jen slid off my stomach and quickly undid my pants, yanking them down
while I lay there offering no resistance.

"What have we here you perverted dog," she said looking at the large
pool of cum all over my stomach.  "It looks like you will need
cleaning as well."

With her foot, she stepped in the sticky goo and brought it up to my
mouth.  I didn’t open it at first and Jen smeared it onto my face.
Her foot smell hit my senses again and I opened up to make love to her
foot.  Repeatedly, she dipped her feet in the cum and brought them to
my ever so impatient lips.  I kissed and lapped with more passion then
I ever summoned before.  I was oblivious to all but Jen’s wonderful
feet.  As I slurped at her foot, she manipulated my cock with the
other and once again I came, screaming in ecstatic joy.

Jen collected the cum on her foot and smeared it all over my face and
hair, laughing at the ease with which she could humiliate me.  I did
absolutely nothing to stop her, and in fact, craved for her to degrade
me further.

Completely spent from the two best orgasms of my life, I lay there.
Jen took one of the ribbons out of her hair and began tying it around
my ball sac.  She knotted it quite tight and I winced in pain.

"This pink ribbon will serve as a reminder of your status as the slave
weenie that you are."

Jen got up and left me there to contemplate just how ridiculous and
degrading the acts which she just put me through had been.  To further
add to my shame and humiliation, they not only were voluntary, but I
had begged to perform them.

I heard the others return and I zipped up my pants and attempted to
make my face and hair presentable.  I did my best to wipe off the cum
Jen had smeared all over me and ran shamefaced to the bathroom.  I
could only hope that my appearance wasn’t too noticeable as I hurried
past the crowd.  I quickly combed out my hair and resolved to leave
immediately.

I gathered my things, said good-by to all, and headed to the car.  As
I was about to start the car Jen came walking out.  Her feet were bare
and she was carrying the hot pink anklets.  I was standing by the car
door which luckily was secluded from the house by a van someone came
with.  Jen boldly undid my pants and yanked them down.

"I see you’re still wearing your pretty pink ribbon.  Are you still in
slave status?" she asked mockingly.

I dropped my head in shame and my only response was the growing cock
between my legs.

"I see you are.  How about a kiss?" she said as she got up on her tip
toes.  I parted my lips and closed my eyes.  My heart started pounding
as I anticipated the wonderful moment.  But then I felt a large wad of
spittle hit me in the face as Jen burst out in laughter.

"How about a kiss?" Jen said again as she leaned back against a tree
and lifted her foot slightly off the ground.  With my pants around my
ankles I fell to my knees before this teen goddess.  Jen turned her
back to me and turned up the sole of her bare foot.  It had picked up
quite a bit of dirt on the walk to the car, nevertheless, I craved to
supplicate myself at her feet.  With her toe resting on the ground I
had to lower my head completely to her foot.  Moaning with pleasure, I
not only kissed it, but licked every inch, devouring the dirt and
filth as though it were a succulent meal.

Jen kicked me as she tired of my obsequious performance, and I rose to
my feet.  My cock was ready to burst, as pre-cum dripped off the end.

"Would you like my anklets slave boy?"  Jen asked holding them under
my nose.

"Oh yes Princess Jen," I said excitedly.

She put one of the pink anklets over my prick and manipulated me with
a few light strokes.  Jism spurted into the sock as I groaned in
pleasure.  She squeezed out the last drops of cum into the other
anklet, then shoved both of them into my unsuspecting mouth.  

The acrid taste of her feet had me reeling once again.  Jen took her
other ribbon and tied a bow around my ever erect cock to go with the
one around my aching balls.

Have a pleasant trip home," she laughed as she headed back to the
house.  I stood there motionless, still lost in the state of nirvana
Princess Jen created within me.  Before I had a chance to recover my
senses, Jen appeared again and was snapping photos of the pathetic
worm I had become.  I was about to pull my pants up and cover my
shameful appearance when Jen said:

"Don’t you dare!"

I froze in place, the true slave that I had become.

End of part 1---to be continued---post comments

By Slave Shoelicker



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Princess Jen Part 2          By Slave Shoelicker

It had been quite a long summer for me.  I worked without a vacation
and spent the evenings and weekends walking through the campus of the
nearby university.  There were just a few students in the summer
session, but the warm weather had those few young coeds scantily clad.
I couldn’t keep my mind off the events of the party back in June, and
Jen had been the object of numerous fantasies on the hot summer
evenings I spent home alone.  I kept the pretty pink anklets in my
nitestand drawer, and most every night I would wake up dreaming about
that eventful day and take out the socks to relieve the incredible
hard-on these dreams would evoke.

It was labor day weekend and a friend at work was throwing a party at
his house to salute the end of summer.  When I got there he pulled me
aside to tell me his wife had a friend who they wanted me to meet.  I
was very reluctant and I had very little interest in dating since my
experience with Jen.  A plain vanilla relationship just didn’t
interest me at this time.  He went on to say that she was a part time
aerobics instructor at his wife’s health club, and was getting a Ph.D.
at the university.

I guess it would do no harm to meet her, so I resigned myself to the
prospect.  Jackie was a stunning woman.  She entered the party and all
eyes turned to look at her.  She had on a short flower print dress
that gave ample sight to her fantastic legs.  Her breasts were small
but firm and a perfect compliment to her amazing body.  Her face was
right off a cover girl commercial.  Still, she didn’t stir the sexual
interest in me that had been lacking all summer.

Phil’s wife introduced us and we talked about ourselves and our
interests well into the late afternoon.  She was an incredible woman
who had intelligence and charm to go along with her model looks.  Phil
was serving dinner and we split up as Jackie went to talk to Phil’s
wife Donna.  I got caught up in conversation with some other friends
from work and the wolves took the opportunity to move in on Jackie.

Donna came over to pull me aside so we could talk.

"Don, you really made an impression on Jackie.  Most men drool all
over her and just want the usual.  Look at them.  They are practically
stumbling over one another trying to impress her.  It’s about time for
you to start dating seriously.  You won’t find anyone better than
Jackie.  Now I’m going to get her away from the wolves and then I want
you to continue where you left off."

"Well I don’t know..."

"Don’t give me that.  I know you’re not gay and I’m telling you that
you can’t miss if you ask her to leave with you.  I drove her over and
she will need a ride home.  She told me she was EXTREMELY interested
in you.  I have vouched that you are an equally good catch with no
hidden surprises.  No buts about it."

Before last June’s party everything she said would have been true.
But now I had trouble thinking of myself on equal footing with any
woman, let alone a woman like Jackie.  I had completely given up all
self respect at Jen’s feet.  Maybe it was time to get myself back
together.  After all, there was no harm in trying.

True to her word, Donna whisked Jackie away from the crowd and got her
to a bench isolated somewhat from the rest of the party.  I made my
way over and we continued discussing her studies and my interests.  We
really did have quite a bit in common and she even initiated the
request for a ride home.

"Don, I came here with Donna and I’d feel bad asking her for a ride
before the rest of the guests leave."

"That’s no problem, I could take you home."

And so we quietly said our good-byes and headed to my car.  I started
heading to a small apartment complex near the university where Jackie
lived.

"I’d like to invite you up to my place for some coffee but it’s such a
small student apartment..." she was saying.

"We could stop at my place if you like.  I live fairly close to the
college," I broke in.

"That would be great," she said.

We pulled up to my place on a shaded street of old stately houses.
Once inside I told Jackie to make herself comfortable while I got the
coffee going and brought some snacks.  The more I got to know Jackie,
the more I was convinced that I was over the slump caused by my
degrading experience with Jen.

We got comfortable on the couch and I marveled at how beautiful a
woman she really was.  Around 7 PM the doorbell rang and I got up to
get it.  I opened the door and in walks Jen and another girl about her
age.  I was stunned.  I couldn’t move.

"Hello weenie," Jen said as she walked in past me with her friend,
"long time no see Donny boy."

I stood still, frozen and speechless.

"I see you have company.  Perhaps you would like me to leave?  What
about it dork?" Jen continued to chide.

My mind was spinning and I couldn’t think clearly.

"Who is this Don?" Jackie asked.

"Um, um, ah...," I stammered, "This is ah, Jen, she is ahh..."

"I don’t think ‘Jen’ will quite do weenie," Jen giggled, "I have some
pictures here that might jog your memory," as she reached into her
purse.

Knowing full well that I could never recover from the embarrassment if
Jackie saw those pictures, I broke in, "This is Princess Jen."  My
face becoming red with shame.

"I can leave if you like, Donny boy?" Jen prodded once again.

I wanted to ask her to leave.  I wanted to get her out and get my life
back together.  But as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t ask Jen to go.
Every time I was about to say it, my lips would move but no words were
spoken.

"I think I should go Don," Jackie said as she got off the couch.  She
delayed momentarily to see if I would offer to drive her home, but I
made no offer.  Jackie turned to walk out the door and I said nothing,
not even good-bye.

"Ta ta," Jen said as she laughed it up with her friend.  "See, didn’t
I tell you he is a total dork."

I had barely moved since Jen walked in the door.  She was dressed in
the same outfit she wore to the party.  A pink blouse, a pink and
white short pleated skirt, and shiny patent leather maryjanes.  The
only change were the anklets she wore.  They were white with frilly
pink lace at the top.  Jen walked up to me and stopped about five feet
away.  She put her hands behind her back, tilted her head to the side,
and twisted slightly from side to side in a coquettish schoolgirl way.
I was mesmerized by her charm.  She extended her foot into a point and
traced semicircles on the floor in front of her.  After a moment, she
broke the silence and my trance saying:

"How do you greet your Princess, slave boy?  You are still my slave,
aren’t you?"

My heart pounded.  I had waited all summer for this wish to come true.
I had fantasized about it a thousand times.  But I was moments away
from ridding Jen’s hold on me as I sat with Jackie.  Jen’s timing was
perfect.  She plucked me back moments before I would be free of her
alluring power.  

I fell to my knees before my princess.  I bent forward to reach her
shoe.

"You are still my slave?" she said as I stopped inches from her foot.

"Yes," I whispered, about to move on to her shoe.

Jen slid it backwards a few inches and I froze, with my eyes glued to
her precious feet.

"You must first agree to be my total slave, and offer complete
devotion to me.  You must agree to obey all my wishes, no matter how
difficult or silly they may seem to you.  You must be a true slave in
every sense of the word."

"I will be your slave, Princess Jen.  I will obey all your wishes as
if my life depended on them.  I offer myself completely to you.  Your
wish is my command."

Jen slid her pointed toe under my lips.  I was in heaven as I craned
my neck to kiss the maryjane’s shiny leather.  Barely had my lips
reached the pretty shoe when Jen spun around and skipped to the couch,
leaving me there on my knees, bent forward with my face to the floor.
Her friend laughed at my ridiculous position.

"I’ll be attending school at the university next door weenie.  Just
think, your slavedom might last a little longer then you may have
thought.  That is, if you are deserving of me as your princess.  I
won’t hesitate to cast you off if you disappoint me."

"I’d like you to meet a new friend of mine.  This is my new roommate
Jamilar.  She is from Rio down in South America."

Jamilar was an attractive, exotic young girl.  She had a Spanish look
and a sophistication beyond her years.  Her body was extremely fit,
yet voluptuous.  She wore a clinging dress that was little more than a
snug fitting tee shirt, barely covering her well rounded ass.  Her
shapely legs were bare and her feet were adorned with four+ inch black
patent leather pumps. To put it mildly, she was a knockout.

"Come greet her," Jen said.

I was on my hands and knees.  Instead of getting up I began to crawl
to the couch where Jamilar was sitting.

"Slither on your belly worm," Jen ordered.

Once again, Jen was stripping me of all self respect.  I got down on
my belly and started worming my way to the couch once more.

"I don’t think I can recall a slave dressed so formally, do you
Jamilar?" Jen said mischievously.

"No, I haven’t.  They are always dressed in rags or naked as I
recall," Jamilar said with a smirk on her face.

"I want you butt naked dork," Jen demanded.

I was getting up to undress, but Jen cut in:

"No need to leave the floor weenie.  Slaves belong on their hands and
knees unless their owner decides otherwise."

‘Owner’  This was something new.  Jen was now referring to herself as
my ‘owner’.  I squirmed around on the floor, removing all my clothes,
and yet another layer of whatever self respect was left.

"Look at that boner!" Jamilar exclaimed as I removed my underwear.  My
humiliation at Jen’s feet had excited me to the edge of climax, and my
penis was as hard as it’s been since my last acts of degradation at
her feet.

Completely naked, I snaked to Jamilar’s pumps.  Reaching them, I
pressed my lips to their shiny toe tips.  They left me there pecking
adoring kisses as they discussed the exciting prospect of freshman
year at college.  Jamilar, it turns out, was a child model and
television star back home.  This would explain her worldly aire.  She
had both dancing and singing experience, but wanted a break from that
career to lead a normal life for a few years.  Jen would be playing
field hockey in the fall semester and tennis in the spring.

After fifteen minutes or so of kissing Jamilar’s heel, Jen began
describing our encounter last June in detail.  I felt so ashamed as
Jamilar burst out laughing at my utter humiliation.  Jen then turned
some attention my way.

"I think it’s about time you thanked me for allowing your worthless
piece of flesh to be my slave," Jen said.

Her legs were crossed and she was gently swinging the patent maryjane.
Jen’s athletic legs were without a doubt the most beautiful sight I’d
ever seen.  Her short pink and white pleated skirt allowed me to see
most of her tantalizing thighs.  Her skin was so smooth and clear.
The muscle tone was exquisite, but not overly bulky.  I was drawn to
her and was incapable of preventing my supplication at her feet.  The
shoe was so innocent and pretty.  The frilly anklet such a perfect
compliment to Jen’s simple beauty.

"Thank you Princess Jen for accepting me as your lowly slave.  I vow
to commit every action I take to meet with your absolute satisfaction.
I will always strive for total compliance with your wishes.  I pledge
complete subservience to my divine princess."

Reverently I approached Jen’s shoe.  Unworthy to kiss the shiny
leather, I contorted my body to lick the sole, just inches off the
ground.  I was overwhelmed at the elation this obsequious act arose
within me.  I lapped at the sole with all the devotion I could summon.
Relishing my abasement before this teen goddess.  Jen brought her
other maryjane up to me penis and stoked it lightly.  Immediately I
came, shrieking in ecstasy.

Spent to the point of exhaustion, I lay at my princess’ feet, still
licking her shoe in servile adoration.  Jen brought the lovely cum
covered shoe to my lips, and I abjectly devoured the jism spewed all
over it.  Reveling in my utter humiliation.

"He is such a pathetic creature," Jen remarked as she giggled at my
degrading performance.

"I’ve never seen someone so aroused," Jamilar said.  "It’s like he
burns with desire to demean himself at your feet.  But you are right.
He is quite a pathetic creature.  Certainly not a man by any means.
Perhaps we should call him slave licky boy."

"Great idea!" Jen said.  "Licky boy, do you still have the pretty pink
ribbons I gave you?"

I burned with shame.  I was humiliated beyond anything imaginable.
Jen had reduced me to less than a man, and now I would be answering to
"Licky boy."  Could she diminish me further?  I shuddered to think.
And yet, something within me craved for my princess to continue my
degradation.

"I still have them Princess Jen," as I continued cleaning the last of
my cum from her shoe.

"Lets get them, shall we?" She said as she took the pretty maryjane
away from me.  I truly felt like the dog whose steak bone was whisked
away. 

As I lay there on my belly, Jen called to me:

"Here licky boy, here licky boy."  Then whistling for me to follow
like the dog I was.  I crawled after these two beautiful teen vixens
and led then up to my bedroom.  I opened the drawer of my nitestand
and Jen looked in.

"Oh I see you still have the pink anklets I gave you as well.  My, my
they are a little worse for wear.  Have you been a nasty dog Licky
boy?"

I hung my head in shame.

"Just what have you done to these tattered socks?"

I was going to have to describe my jack-off sessions of the past
summer not only to Jen, but her new friend who was shaking her head in
disbelief at my self abasement.

"I’m waiting licky boy."

"I uh, I ... used them to satisfy myself," I said shamefully.

"Well how often did you diddle yourself?"

"Uh... I did it every day."

"You did it every day?" Jen pressed.

"Sometimes more, Princess Jen."

"Show me!" Jen ordered as she threw the worn anklets at me.

Jen’s unending humiliation of me had my prick to full mast yet again.
I put one of the anklets on it.  The girls sat on the edge of the bed
as I knelt before them and performed as ordered.  I brought the other
pink anklet up to my lips.  I closed my eyes and made love to the
pretty socks.  Tenderly kissing one anklet while whacking off in the
other.  I was lost in the heavenly sensations washing over me.  I came
in moments and was shaken back to reality by the hysterical laughter
of the girls.

"What have you been doing with the soiled anklets, Licky boy?" Jen
asked.

I squeezed the last of the cum from my penis, and then disgracefully
stuffed it in my own mouth.  More hysterics as I hung my head, sucking
my filthy spew from the lovely sock.

"I’ve worn these shoes and anklets for three days without washing,
licky boy," Jen remarked as she pointed the toe of her shoe and
extended it under my chin.  She raised my head and forced me to
acknowledge my humiliation.

The thought of her remark inspired caused an immediate response in my
cock.

"Just look at him," Jamilar said, "He is practically drooling at the
thought."

"Licky boy, I don’t think you have earned the right to my feet.
Perhaps you will tomorrow.  A kiss good-night?" Jen asked.

With all the feeling I had, I passionately kissed the tip of the
maryjane.  All to soon Jen removed her foot.

"Don’t forget a kiss for Jamilar," Jen ordered.

I lowered my lips to the patent pump on the floor and gently kisses
the vixen’s shoe.

"Stand up!" Jen said.

I jumped to my feet and stood before my princess with downcast eyes.
Jen took the pink ribbons and tied one tightly around my ball sac.  I
winced in pain as she pulled the knot.  The other ribbon was tied
around the base of my erect penis.

Her task complete, Jen grabbed my chin, looked me in the eyes, and
spit in my face.  Her spittle landed on my upper lip.  As it oozed its
way down, I opened my and extended my tongue to catch the savory
treat.

The girls just laughed at my pathetic being and headed back to school.

"Perhaps tomorrow licky boy." Jen said walking out the door.

End of Part 2----to be continued---post comments

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Princess Jen Part 3             By Slave Shoelicker

The girls were gone, and there I was, naked except for the pink
ribbons adorning my private parts.  I caught my reflection in the
mirror and pondered the absurd sight.  As if the ribbons weren’t
enough, I was sucking my own semen out of a dirty sock.  Why was I
doing this to myself?  Why couldn’t I control the lust I had to abase
myself at Jen’s feet?  Why was I more turned on by this degradation
than I ever was before? 

I went to sleep that night with the ribbons on, the anklet in my
mouth, and a massive hard on.

Sunday came and I sat at home anxiously hoping for Jen to arrive.  It
was mid-afternoon and I was pacing the floor, afraid to leave and miss
her should she come.  The phone rang and I answered it.  It was Jen.
She ordered me to come to her dorm room on campus and gave me
directions.  I knew the campus fairly well and made my way over as
fast as I could.

There were many students moving in at the time, so it was easy for me
to get into Jen’s dorm.  I knocked on her dorm room and Jen opened the
door.

"Licky boy, good to see you.  You’re here to settle a bet," Jen said
pulling me into the room.  She undid my pants and yanked them down to
my ankles.

"Well, well," said Jamilar.  "He IS still wearing the ribbons.  You
win Jen, but I must say, I’m glad that you did.  Licky boy is so
compliant.  I like that in a slave."

Jamilar walked up to me and viscously slapped my face.  I was startled
but I involuntarily replied:

"Thank you Miss Jamilar."

The girls laughed at my ridiculous response.  It was orientation
weekend at the university and the teens were going to a dinner party.
Jen was busy getting dressed and completely ignored me as she stripped
off one set of clothes and laid out another.  My cock stood at full
salute to her magnificent body.  She dressed in the same style short
pleated skirt and white blouse.  Her hair was done up in a pony tail,
held in place by a pink ribbon.  Jen’s feet were still adorned with
the white anklets and frilly pink lace trim.  The lovely maryjanes
completed the ensemble.  I wondered if she had yet to remove the shoes
and socks.  Could it be she really had worn them for three days
without taking them off?

Jamilar was still wearing an extremely short baby tee shirt dress that
clung to her alluring body.  The black patent four inch pumps were on
her feet.  Her legs looked fantastic as she strutted in those heels.
She wore expensive jewelry to complete her perfect appearance.

"We have a job for you while we are at the dinner party," Jen said, as
she took out some twine from one of the boxes she had used to move in.

"Turn around," she ordered.

I did as commanded and my wrists were tightly bound behind my back.

"On your knees."

I fell to my knees.  With my hands tied behind my back and my pants
around my ankles, I was totally hobbled.  Jen and Jamilar proceeded to
dump a pile of shoes on the floor of the room.

"Your job, licky boy, is to thoroughly clean each and every shoe in
that pile before we return from the party," Jen said.

I looked at the pile and wondered how in my bound state I would be
able to accomplish my task.

"Oh," Jen said with a smirk on her face, "I wouldn’t want your tongue
to dry out and prevent you from finishing your chore."

Jen turned to the dresser and placed a large bowl of slimy goo on the
floor in front of me.

"Here’s something for you to drink if you get thirsty.  Hmm, maybe
that won’t be enough," Jen giggled.

>From the size of the bowl, there had to be nearly two quarts of the slop.

"Perhaps we should be kind enough to add some more to make sure licky
boy can do a proper job.  What do you think Jamilar?" Jen asked.

"I wouldn’t want the dog to go thirsty," Jamilar said getting up from
the edge of the bed.  She snorted up a thick wad of spittle and let it
drop into the bowl.  It looked quite revolting as I knelt before the
bowl.

Princess Jen got up and proceeded to take her turn adding to the spit
soup.  She spit and it landed on the floor in front of the bowl.

"Clean that up!" she ordered.

With my hands behind my back and my pants around my ankles, I had to
clumsily fall to the floor on my stomach to make my way there.  I was
about to reach the spittle when Jen demanded:

"On your back."

On my back, I watched Jen step in the spit and bring her foot so that
it was inches over my face.  I could see her pink cotton panties under
the short skirt.  Her shapely buttocks and perfect legs had my heart
racing with excitement.  I could see the pretty pink lace trim of the
anklet on either side of the maryjane.  Jen let the moment linger and
then lowered the shoe to my lusting lips.  I moaned in pleasure,
lapping at the sole.  My degradation at Princess Jen’s feet once again
causing a sexual arousal like no other I had experienced before her.
Jen removed her foot and I involuntarily groaned in severe
disappointment.  Causing the vixens to laugh at my servile lust.

Jen scrapped the last of the spittle onto her shoe and slowly brought
it towards me.  I licked my lips in anticipation and craned my neck to
get at the shoe which consumed my every thought.  I was oblivious to
the giggles of the girls and the filming that Jamilar had begun with a
camcorder she had.

"Beg, licky boy.  Beg if you want to clean the filthy slop off the
sole of my shoe," Jen said.

I needed it.  I needed to get to Jen’s shoe more than any desire I’d
ever had.

"Princess Jen," i began, "i beg you from the deepest depths of my
soul.  i yearn to be your slave.  Never before have i desired
something so much.  A greater passion could not be found than the
passion burning within me to supplicate myself before you.  i vow to
relinquish everything i am and devote my entire being as your servant
and slave.  Please,...Please..."

Our eyes met, and Jen knew the sincerity of my commitment as i
prostrated myself at her feet.  Taking pity at my utter desperation
she lowered the shoe to my eager lips.  I licked her sole with every
fiber of dedication i could summon.  The sheer ecstasy was
overwhelming and i was seconds from erupting in an orgasm sure to pale
all others i had ever experienced.

Jamilar stopped filming and jammed the spike of her heel into my cock.
She then reached down and squeezed my balls.  The agony was unreal,
yet i refused to take my lips from Jen’s maryjane.

Jen, satisfied that i had performed my task, walked away.

"Get on with your work," she said walking out the door.

i surveyed the shoes before me.  Jen’s were quite different than
Jamilar’s.  Jen had several colors and varieties of maryjanes and
saddle shoes, along with some penny loafers and athletic shoes.
Jamilar’s consisted almost entirely of expensive dress heels and
Italian flats.  i began first with Jamilar’s.  In my bound position it
was necessary to squirm on my belly to each shoe.  i picked out a pair
of strappy sandals.  i licked every inch of the sole and straps saving
the insole for last.  Touching my tongue to the imprint of her foot,
my taste buds were assaulted with the acrid taste of Jamilar’s foot
sweat.  i was in heaven as i continued lapping the shoes, barely
noticing the agony in my neck caused by the awkward position i was
forced into by my bonds.  i was no longer revolted by the slimy goo,
and it was necessary several times to drink from the slop to wet my
parched mouth.

i found myself prostrate before a pair of Jen’s field hockey shoes.
The soles were caked with mud and dirt.  Strangely, i devoured the
filth as if it were a gourmet meal, so eager was i to insure the
cleanliness of Jen’s shoes.

Finished with my task, i wormed my way back to each and every shoe to
ascertain they were spotless.  Just then the door opened.  In walked
Jen and Jamilar along with two other girls who were slightly older and
very well dressed.  The two girls burst out in hysterics at the
ridiculous sight i presented.

"Look at those lovely ribbons he’s wearing," one of them exclaimed.

"Is he really you slave?" the other one asked when she regained her
composure.

"Have a seat if you would," Jen said as the young ladies took a seat
on the edge of the bed.

"You look a little parched licky boy.  Did your chore wear out that
tongue of yours?" Jen inquired.

"It was my pleasure to lick the dirt from your pretty shoes Princess
Jen," i said.  "Thank you for the privilege."

The girls giggled as i abased myself before my princess.

"Are you thirsty?" she said popping the top of a can of soda.

"Oh yes Princess Jen."

That cold soda sure looked good.  Jen began to sip it, then said to
me:

"By all means have a drink licky boy," gesturing in the direction of
the large bowl of spit still quite full with over a quart of the goo.

i slithered as best i could to the bowl, knowing full well what Jen
expected of me.  Reaching the slop, i took a little sip, burning with
shame as i humiliated myself in front of these new coeds.  i felt
something on the back of my head and then my face was forced to the
bottom of the bowl.  i was up to my ears in the slime.  It was in my
eyes, and some was inhaled through my nose.

"Better drink up," i heard over the roar of laughter in the one ear
not completely covered.

i began slurping the thick, foul substance as fast as i could.
Several times i nearly choked, but Jen just pressed down harder,
making it more difficult to drink.  Finally, turning blue in the face,
i reached the bottom and managed a breath.  Jen took her foot away,
and i lay face down in the bowl, panting for air.

"What do you have to say for yourself licky boy," Jen asked.

"Thank you Princess Jen," i muffled into the bottom of the bowl,
raising more hysterics from the audience.

"Get over here," Jen ordered.

i snaked my way to my princess.  Jen extended her beautiful leg and
made a point with her toe.  The tip of the maryjane touching the
ground inches in front of my face.  Reverently and with loving
adoration, i placed tender kisses to the toe of the pretty shoe,
paying homage to the reason for my existence.

"Wow," one of the girls said.  "Does he kiss ass too?"

Jen stood and turned her back to me.  She bent forward, flipped her
skirt onto her back, and began swaying her hips from side to side.  i
scrambled as fast as i could given my position, to get on my knees.  i
was mesmerized by the sight of Jen’s fantastic ass.  Her pink cotton
panties moving hypnotically.  Jen looked back at me as i fixated on
her swaying ass.  My face glistened with the spittle and it soaked my
hair.

"You’re to disgusting to kiss it now licky boy," she said as i groaned
in agony to the delight of the others.

"Perhaps you can smell, but don’t get that filth on my pretty
panties."

i moved closer getting my nose as close as i could to the crack of
Jen’s firm, heartshaped ass.  Suddenly Jen farted.  Impulsively i
inserted my nose as close as i could get it and inhaled her heady
fragrance.  My eyes closed as i reveled in the gift from my princess,
unconcerned by the disgust of my audience.

After the commotion died down, the two new girls got up to leave.

"Thank you so much for letting us observe your slave.  Do feel free to
bring him by the Gamma house anytime.  I think you will find we are
the only sorority worth pledging.  Especially for women of your
caliber.  You are both welcome anytime.  Bye bye licky boy," the girls
said as they left the room.

"Look at you, you’re disgusting," Jen said lifting her feet as she sat
on the bed.  She then began smearing the spittle with the soles of her
shoes, rubbing it into my face and hair.  Treating me as little more
than a doormat.  Desperately i attempted to kiss her shoes as they
moved across my face.

"There, that’s better," Jen giggled looking at my ludicrous
appearance.  By wiping her shoes on my spittle covered face, the dirt
from the soles was smeared all over it.  i looked like a street bum
who hadn’t washed in weeks.

Jen removed the twine and ordered:

"Get dressed, but leave your fly open and I want the ribbons hanging
out."

i quickly did as my princess ordered and followed behind her as we
left the dorm room.  i did my best to hide behind Jen and Jamilar to
avoid letting people see the ridiculous pink ribbons hanging out in
front of me.

"Two steps back and off to the side or I’ll have you crawl," she
snapped.

"Yes Princess Jen," i said jumping back in quick compliance.

Of course she said this just as a large crowd of coeds were passing by
thus drawing their full attention.  i turned red with shame as they
all laughed at my humiliation.

We entered a coffee shop on campus, and the girls took a seat and sent
me to pick up some sparkling water and cake.  Shamefaced i went to the
counter to get the refreshments.  The coed behind the counter gave me
a disapproving look given the dirt on my face and ribbons hanging out
my fly.  i quickly paid for the food and made my way back to our
table.

On the way, to my horror, i spotted Jackie, reading a book at a table
not far from ours.  My heart was pounding with apprehension.  i
reached the table and it was evident the girls spotted Jackie as well
by their giggling.  i was going to pick a chair that would at least
put my back to Jackie when Jen kicked out another chair designed to
put me on full display.

Obediently i took my seat.

"Would you like something to drink licky boy?" Jen said with a smirk
on her face.

i couldn’t respond.

"You must be thirsty, and you bought three mineral waters," as the
girls laughed.

i was still silent.

Jamilar lifted her lovely leg and dropped it into my lap.  She began
caressing my cock with her heel.  It felt wonderful and the expression
on my face clearly revealed this to the world.  What if Jackie saw?

"Remove my shoe," Jamilar ordered.

How far did these vixens intend to go in humiliating me?  i knew i
needed to put a stop to this right now.  If Jackie saw me she would
surely tell Donna and i would never be able to recover my self respect
again.  i delayed, trying to speak out against this public scene.  i
just couldn’t get myself to object.  What type of power did Jen
actually have over me?  Just how far could she take me?

Jamilar  stuck the spike of her heel into my ball sac and i gasped in
pain.  i was a bit to loud and it got Jackie’s attention who was now
looking right at us.  Jamilar increased the pressure and twisted the
shoe.  The pain was clearly evidenced in my dirt streaked face, yet i
did nothing to stop the teen beauty who was enjoying my torment
immensely.

"Remove my shoe," she repeated.

If there was ever a question as to what i would do, it was erased by
the agony i just endured.  i was about to take the heel off when the
pain returned.

"Do it properly licky boy," Jamilar ordered.

She said it loud enough for Jackie to hear.  i was wholly degraded. 

Without thinking i responded:

"Yes Miss Jamilar."

"Call me Royal Mistress Jamilar."

With only the dirt on my face to hide my shame i weakly complied, "Yes
Royal Mistress Jamilar."

Reverently i brought the heel up to my lips.  As if kissing a loved
one, i kissed the sole of the sexy shoe.  i caught the expression on
Jackie’s face as i did.  It was one of total disgust.  i slid the heel
off and placed it on the table. 

i was the color of a ripe tomato as a result of my self abasement.
Jen opened one of the bottles and poured some into the heel.

"Pity we have no champagne."

They each poured some for themselves, and Jen said:

"Down the hatch."

i lifted the sexy heel and my cock was straining in its confines
despite my utter degradation, or perhaps because of it.  i lifted it
to my lips as the girls burst out laughing.  Slowly i drank from the
heel, no longer caring who saw, as my arousal was so intense.  i
looked at Jackie and she just shook her head as if to say:

"You pathetic worm."

After shaking the last of the precious drops onto my eager tongue, i
gently kissed the tip of the shoe and placed it on the table.

"On your knees licky boy," Jamilar demanded.

i fell to the floor at her feet.

"I’ve been in these heels all day and my feet are tired, dirty and
fragrant.  Lets see you live up to your name.  Clean my foot," Jamilar
ordered.

i was being completely dehumanized.  She lifted her sexy leg and
traced my lips with her toes.  i forgot about all else as the rich
aroma of her stinky feet hit my senses.  i was in a state of pure
nirvana as my tongue reached out and tasted the acrid ambrosia.  Like
a hungry animal starved for a week i licked at her foot, searching
every nook and cranny for Jamilar’s delicious crusty toe cheese.
Jamilar grabbed the ribbons hanging from my penis and started yanking
on them.  The pain only increased the ecstasy and i screamed out in
utter bliss as i came.  Spewing jet after jet of cum.  Exhausted, i
grabbed Jamilar’s foot, covering it with adoring kisses.

"Thank you, Thank you, Royal Mistress Jamilar," i pleaded , so
grateful for her treat, as i continued to love her foot.

"Clean up that mess licky boy," Jen ordered.

When Jamilar was tugging on the ribbons, she had pulled my cock out
through the open fly.  My massive orgasm was all over the filthy
floor.  It had to be the largest load i ever ejaculated.  Slowly i
bent to clean my mess.

"On your belly," Jen demanded.

i prostrated myself in front of these young coeds and began mopping
the floor with my tongue, eating my own seed.

"Take your time licky boy.  Jamilar and I have lots to talk about,"
Jen said as the girls giggled at the obsequious supplicant at their
feet.

As i pondered my debasement, i heard the sound of high heels clicking
on the tile floor.  The heels stopped inches in front of my face.  i
was in the middle of licking one puddle and looked up.  Jackie looked
down at my filthy face.  Thick cum covering my lips and outstretched
tongue.  She was the most beautiful woman i’d ever known and yesterday
she was almost my lover.

"You disgusting dog," was all she said.  She turned and walked away,
taking with her my former existence as a man.

End of part 3-----to be continued----post comments

By Slave Shoelicker


