Subject: Story: Houseboy Ad (mild F/m, foot)
Date: 19 Dec 1995 01:33:05 -0500

I've be lurking around for a while, but I've decided to take an attempt at
writing.  Granted, my writing is a bit crude, but if you can't bear it,
don't
read it.  I hope to improve if I decide to write some more.  This
particular
story that here is rather mild.  I have more intense stories that I'll
probably post later.  Obviously these events are not real, but just one of
my many fantasies.  I welcome any comments, suggestions, and I guess
if you must, flames.

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"Houseboy Ad"
by Aja26


Recently, I've been getting frustrated and rather desperate.  For months
now, I've been placing ads for a Mistress with no luck at all.  I don't
have
a lot of money to spend on a professional, but I was seriously
considering it now.  I decided to give it one more chance by placing
another ad.  My ad stated that I was looking to serve a woman by doing
chores around the house, cleaning, etc.  I kept the ad intentionally
vague, making no references to femdom, so I could place it in the
personals section of the daily newspaper as well as the underground
papers.  At this moment, I didn't need to serve a Mistress, but any
woman with some dominant tendencies.  I just needed to serve and to
feel under the control of a woman.

About a week later I got a call.  It was from a woman named Nancy who
saw my ad in the newspaper.  Naturally, I jumped at the opportunity.
After getting to know each other a little more, we agreed to meet at her
place.  She was a normal, vanilla person, probably with no concept of
femdom, but it didn't matter to me.  I didn't want to serve someone with
the need to get off or to be whipped.  I just wanted to serve for the sake
of servitude.  Of course, if anything else developed, I wouldn't mind.
But
I didn't want to scare her off, so I just thought of this as a business
arrangement.

When I arrived at her house that weekend, I was almost sweating from
anticipation.  After Nancy opened the front door, I was pleasantly
surprised.  She was a petite woman with not a bad figure and quite
attractive.  She was probably in her 30s, at least ten years older than
me.  She was wearing a business suit with a short tight skirt.  She had
probably just gotten off work.

"Hello Ma'am," I said in my friendliest voice.

"Hi, you must be Mark.  Come in, I've been expecting you."

Everything about Nancy and her house seemed normal.  I was
wondering why she would want me to be her personal house maid.  I
was led to the living room where she made herself comfortable on the
couch.  She motioned for me to sit in a chair directly across from her.

"So, you want to help out around the house I gather," she said directly.

"Well, yes..."  How could I justify me wanting to serve this woman as a
housemaid without sounding kinky?  I didn't know what to say.
Fortunately for me, she didn't probe any further.

"I've been wanting to have someone help out around here because I
usually work long hours.  I'm just to exhausted after work to do anything.
I want someone to come in at nights when I'm home to help do some
chores and other things."

"I'll be glad to help out in whatever way I can," I said softly.

"I'm sure you will," she said looking directly in my eyes.  "Well since
you
don't seem to mind, I'll expect you to do your work without question like
a good houseboy.  If you disappoint me, I'll personally throw you out."

Was she on to me?!  She spoke to me in an authoritative tone, almost to
the point of arrogance and rudeness.  She had successfully belittled me
in a subtle way.  Any normal man wouldn't put up with it, but then again,
I'm not a normal man.  Did she pick up on that?  I hope I didn't ruin any
chance I might have had.  "I promise not to disappoint you, Ma'am.  I
gladly do what you say."  I'm sure she must have thought I was some
kind of submissive wimp.  It only seemed to make her even more
commanding and rude to me.

"Good.  Then I'll see you on Monday at 7PM.  Don't be late."  And with
that she got up and walked towards the door.  I immediately followed
her.  When I stepped outside, she just closed the door near my face
after saying, "See you then."

That weekend leading up to Monday I was full of anticipation.  I could
not believe the luck I had.  I was pretty sure she hadn't picked up on my
kinks.  I figured she was just an assertive person.  As far as I was
concerned, this was still an ordinary working relationship.  After all,
this
was what I wanted.  I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize it.

That Monday I was at Nancy's house a few minutes before seven,
remembering her warning.  She wasn't in, so I decided to wait by her
door.  Twenty minutes later, her car pulled up.  She got out of her car,
wearing a black, form-fitting business suit and black pumps with very
high heels.  "Glad to see you're still here.  Come on, time to get to
work."
She walked passed me as if nothing was wrong, not even acknowledging
her tardiness.  I didn't mind, but I just found it interesting.

She sat herself down on the couch and put her feet up on the table.
"Get me a club soda from the fridge."  It was not a request, but an order.
I obediently went off to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle.

"Here you are, Ma'am."

"You may have noticed that the kitchen floor is rather dirty.  Go back in
there and scrub the floor.  Don't stop until it's spotless."

I continued to be taken aback by her bluntness and bossiness.  I knew
she was assertive, but her attitude towards me was still unexpected.
She didn't want to socialize with me at all.  She just saw me as a tool to
clean the house.  For the next few days this was the way things went.
She would tell me to do something and I would obediently go about it.  I
couldn't complain about this arrangement though.  Actually I was kind of
enjoying it--serving a demanding woman without question.  Despite her
initial claim that I would be helping her out, she did not lift a finger
to
help me.  She relentlessly worked me like a dog, and treated me as
such.  As the days passed, I unconsciously became more and more
servile to her, accepting her verbal belittlement  This seemed to give her
more latitude to be more demanding and verbally abusive with me.

I would always especially enjoy being in her bedroom.  Nancy frequently
has me cleaning her master bathroom and straightening out her
bedroom.  I would always use this opportunity to take a peek inside her
closet where her clothes and shoes were kept.  I have been a closet foot
and shoe fetishist for all my life.  Obviously, I didn't tell Nancy about
it.  I
would always ogle over her impressive shoe collection.  I was never able
to catch anything more than a quick sniff from her shoes, for fear that
Nancy would come in and catch me.  One evening I was spending
probably a little too much time playing with her shoes when I was
supposed to be cleaning her bathroom.  I took my little "break" and went
back to scrubbing to bathroom floor.  However, when Nancy walked in,
she was most dissatisfied that I had not finished my work.

"What is taking you so long?" she demanded impatiently.  She was
standing directly over me while I was on my hand and knees scrubbing.
I was staring directly at her feet and legs.  I was almost hypnotized by
her nyloned feet encased in shiny black five inch pumps.

Not wanting to anger her, I tried feebly to weasel my way out of the
situation.  "I'm sorry, Ma'am, I was just finishing up."

"Oh really...then why does this corner look untouched?"

I started to mumble out something incomprehensibly, knowing that I had
been caught.  I didn't want to get into any more trouble than I was
already in.  I definitely didn't want to be "fired."  All of the sudden I
felt
the sharp toe of her shoe crash into my stomach.  I immediately fell over
wincing in pain.  She nearly knocked the wind out of me and could
barely get a word of protest out.  Without giving me time to recover, she
stomped down hard on my stomach, digging her heel in.  She just
towered over me glaring in disgust.  She had never physically abused
me before, with the exception of a firm pat or a light kick.  I was really
scared now, because I knew she was genuinely angry by her reactions.  I
feared that she would really inflict some serious damage.  Her glare
seemed to pierce right into me.  I looked back up at her, pleading with
my eyes to have mercy.  I didn't dare get up, since from her position she
could easily beat me.  "You think you're playing a game here?" she
scolded me sternly.  "You think you can pull a half-ass effort around here
so you can be around me?  Now get this through your head--you're here
to work and make my life easier.  If you can't handle being my little
houseboy, then get out!"

She has verbally humiliated me before, but never like this.  I felt so
ashamed that I couldn't even think straight.  "But Ma'am, I was--"   Once I
opened my mouth, she quickly put her foot on my mouth and pressed
down hard, shutting me up.  Then once again I felt her powerful leg kick
my over onto my belly.  She then proceeded to place her spiked foot on
the back of my head, cruelly grinding my face into the ground.

"You see how dirty the floor is now?  Why don't you go ahead and clean
it now," she said mockingly.  "Lick it!"

I was such a mental mess at that moment that I didn't know what to do
except to lick the floor while she continued pushing my face to the floor.
After about a minute, Nancy lifted her foot off me.  I stayed on the floor
prostate until she tossed the brush on the floor by me.  "Finish your work
here and then come downstairs.  If it's still not clean, you'll be licking
the
entire floor."  She then walked off leaving me alone in my humiliation.  I
quickly finished scrubbing the floors, knowing full well that she would
carry out her threat.  I had no idea what I had gotten myself into.  I've
served a Mistress before, but that was just play.  Nancy was no Mistress,
in the official sense, and she was not playing any games with me.

I quickly finished up and went down to see what else Nancy wanted.
She was sitting on the couch with her legs outstretched on it.  As I
approached her I meekly asked, "Is there something else you wanted,
Ma'am?"

"Yes.  I've just had a long day today at work today and my feet are tired.
Massage them for me," she said nonchalantly, as if nothing had just
happenned.  A little surprised, I knelt down before her feet, took of
those
pumps, and started rubbing them.  She had never let me give her
"personal" service until now.  I felt humiliated having to give comfort to
what had just so brutally beaten me.  But somehow I didn't mind as I
drew my face to within inches of her feet.  They were hot and had a
strong odor from being at work all day.  She leaned back and relaxed
while I was focused on her feet.  I've secretly smelled her shoes many
times, but smelling her feet now made me more aroused than ever.
After about a half-hour at her feet, Nancy told me to put her pumps away
and then to tidy up her bedroom.  I knew she had worn these shoes all
day, and the smell would be strong.  When I reached her bedroom, I
couldn't help myself.  I dropped her shoes on the floor and I buried my
face inside her pump, smelling and licking.

"And what is going on here?"

My body shot back and I turned around seeing Nancy standing in the
doorway.  I turned bright red at my predicament.  She had a smug,
amused look on her face.  "So this is the reason you wanted to work for
me."

Again my mind went into mental overload.  No one in my vanilla life has
ever found out about my fetish before.  I didn't know how to handle the
situation.  "I'm sorry," I pathetically managed to mutter out.

She slowly walked over to me with that smug look still on her face.  I
was frozen on the ground, embarrassed as hell.  She lifted her nyloned
foot slowly and placed over my face.  She then pushed down and
knocked me flat on the floor.  She harshly grinded her foot on my face,
squeezing my nose with her toes.  It was a wonderful feeling at first, but
it quickly started to hurt and I started to suffocate.  After a little
while I
started to beg her to stop.  "What?  Don't you like it?  You obviously get
aroused by my feet and shoes.  So how many times have you jacked off
while you've been here?"  She removed her foot and looked down at
me.

"No, never..." trying to defend myself.  It was understandable how she
would come to that conclusion, and somehow I didn't think she would
believe me.

She then quickly pressed her foot onto my crouch.  I couldn't hide my
raging hard penis from her.  She then bent down and proceeded to strip
my pants and underwear off and my penis sprung up.  "I think you're
lying.  The only reason you're here is to get off isn't it?  You just use
me
as a source for your perverted fantasies, isn't that so?"  She continued
to
scold me like I was a little boy, "Well, I'll make sure that'll change."
Without hesitation she delivered a swift kick to my testicles with the
ball
of her foot.  I writhed in pain on the floor, but she did not let up.  She
bent her leg up high and let her heel come down on my balls again.  I
had been beaten to a useless pulp.  Tears started coming from my eyes
as I laid on the floor in agony at her feet.  She looked down at me with a
self-satisfied look.  "What a wimp you are.  You'll take anything I do to
you, won't you?  You know, I noticed this about you when I first met you.
I knew there was a reason you wanted to be my little houseboy.  But it's
not going to be as pleasurable from now on."

Did she know all along?  Did she plan this to happen?  It seems hard to
imagine.  She wasn't even toying with me here.  I've now gotten myself
in too deep and now would probably be a good time to walk away.  I
would have to, if it weren't for the excruciating pain in my lower body,
and if it wasn't for what Nancy said next.

"And yes, you will be back tomorrow," she said seemingly reading my
mind.  "And you can be sure I'll keep your perverted actions in check."
She then walked out of the room leaving me to contemplate my
situation.

With that, I resigned myself to a life of servitude to Nancy.  Somehow I
couldn't just walk away.  Her arrogance and control of the situation drew
me to her.  I had no idea what she meant by things being different, but I
definitely knew things would be harder for me.