Another tribute to Slave Shoelicker - the greatest writer on the web.

The Law Student and I

A. The first meeting

At 39, I have accomplished most of the goals I had set to accomplish
several 
years before.
I was a respectful professor in a very well known school, had a nice
family, 
a nice home and
several nice cars. My life was full and interesting. In most respects.
Mr. 
Perfect? well..., not
quite. My weak point was latent in my complete admiration of women,
which 
more often
than not has led me into almost embarassing situations. I was not
admiring 
women in the
mainstream way, that is, sporting pseudo gentlemaniac behavior,
courting and 
making
shrewd jokes to get the other side into bed. No Sir. My admiration was
meek, 
submissive,
servile, supplicant to degrees that I was almost astonished to find
existing 
in me. If a woman
looked good to me, she could enslave me on the spot. And that, gentle 
readers, was my weak
point. Many clever women had exploited that weak spot of mine before,
and I 
sure hope that
many will continue to do so. This is a story of one very special young
lady 
who has come
to learn my weakness, master its origins, and take full advantage of it
for 
her own benefit.
Looking back at the erratic chain of events, perhaps it was a greyish
Monday 
morning,
when Amanda first walked into my office.

"Professor, may I come in?"

A sweet, girlish voice was waking me up from my morning coffee time.

"Uhm, yes, do come in"

I replied. Amanda stepped in. My eyes, trained to look down in the
presence 
of a female,
immediately spotted her blue maryjanes,  and then her shins just above
the 
white socks,
and then her shapely and lightly muscular calves. All that took just a
tiny 
fraction of
time, and most women would probably not notice anything unusual. But 
Amanda's reaction
was overwhelming. She extended her right leg slightly forward and said
-

"Like my new socks? I noticed you were looking"

I was caught. Just like a novice, like a little boy, an untrained
child. 
That young lady immediately saw through me. I had to explain now.

"Actually I was -- my 15 year old daughter asked me to buy her some
socks".

"Only 15 and she already has her Dad buying her socks for her?"

asked Amanda, in a slight superior tone. Less than 30 seconds after she
had 
stepped in,
I was already feeling degraded by her. I loved that feeling. It made me
feel 
yummy. Avoiding
an answer (I am sure she knew the answer right there and then), I
offered 
her a seat,
and something to drink. Amanda sat down on the comfy chair I had
reserved 
for my guests,
sipped her coffee, and put her left leg on her right knee.

"Let me get straight to the point, professor. I need a tutor, and I
need it 
now. I am aware
of the department's policy of group-study encouragement and all that,
but I 
don't want
to share at this time any ideas with the other kids. I need to study on
my 
own, only I
need some guidance. I was hoping that you could recommend a good tutor
for 
me."

I knew that we had no tutors for advanced courses, but nevertheless I
gave 
the usual stunt
of calling the secretary and inquiring about any available tutors. I
felt 
wrong about this,
but that was all I could do. When I told her that unfortunately there
were 
no tutors available, she said:

"I was hoping that you would be more helpful. I don't think Dr. Brown
would 
like it, but
if that's how it is, then....."

DR. BROWN, came the name like a hammer. Amanda Brown was her name, Dr.
Brown 
was
the Dean, could it possible be that.... YES! Amanda Brown was the
Dean's 
daughter, and she
sure was using it now.

"Well come now, Amanda. I am sure that we will be able to work
something 
out..."

I mumbled. She replaced the order of her legs, now her right leg on her
left 
knee, and said:

"That's more like it. So I get to have you as my private Tutor for
free?"

She already calculated everything, much sooner than I did. Effectively,
she 
had enlisted me
to her army of tutors. I wonder how many professors she had working for
her. 
My eyes
were caressing her shoes, when I almost whispered,

"I guess I can find some time for you, Amanda..."

"Very good. Shall we start tomorrow? I like to study at dawn. I shall
expect 
you at
my cabin by 6:30 a.m."

She got up, wrote someting in her notebook, and looked at me
critically. She 
was acting
like a true employer, having me catering to her whims. Thus the
critical 
moment had arrived.
Amanda, a beautiful young woman standing in front of me, patronizing
me, her 
professor,
strictly calling the shots. If I say YES now, then that's it. I am
hers. No 
way back. I can
still resist now, and deal with the Dean later. But I chose not to
resist. 
Another glimpse of
her calves was all it took.

"As you wish, Amanda. I will be at your cabin tomorrow morning."

"See ya "

She said, and left without further ado or thanks.

  B. Professor shoelicker is born

Amanda's cabin was secluded from the rest, just at the edge of a nice 
forest-like area.
As other Law students, she shared the large and comfy cabin with one
more 
Law student,
a girl named Cindy. It was a typical girls cabin - bikes thrown
outside, 
plenty of junk on
the large wooden porch. A nice living room with cloths scattered
everywhere. 
Both girls
coming from affluent families, they had all the electrical gadgets to
make 
life easy and
comfortable. I approached the cabin, climbed the three steps to the
porch, 
and approached
the door. Right next to the doormat (which instead of the usual
"welcome", 
had "professor"
written on it), were a pair of blue maryjanes. Possibly the pair Amanda
wore 
before.
I looked at my watch. It was 6:26. I still have 4 minutes, I thought. A

woman's pair of shoes
always caused my knees weakness. I looked around. Nobody in sight. I
knelt, 
and passed my
tongue on the surface of one of the shoes, then the other. I started
licking 
the shoes, while
my erection was growing steadily. Just when I felt it was time to call
it 
quits, the door
was opened. I freezed. To my horror, I heard a voice. It was Cindy's
voice:

"Professor Johnson, we were expecting you!"

To my amazement, I saw Cindy leaning on the door, holding a camcorder
in her 
left hand.
She called back -

"Amanda!, your professor is here, exactly in the position you said he 
would!"

Suddenly it was clear: Amanda has set me up. She planned all this. She
knew 
that her
maryjanes next to the professor doormat would be a winning combination.
She 
had Cindy
film my supplication in front of her shoes. I heard Amanda's footsteps
as 
she approached.
I was beginning to rise, when Amanda said in a firm voice,

"Stay on you knees, professor, just where you belong."

I remained on all fours, eyes on the floor. Amanda came out. I was able
to 
see her
white sneakers. She removed the doormat and said to Cindy

"Now we have the real thing. A real doormat professor. Professor
Johnson 
here
will do exactly as we say as long as we wish, for if not, we will have
the 
video sent
over to the Dean's office, and poor Professor Johnson will have to look
for 
a job elsewhere,
but naturally, not within the academic framework."

Amanda said all that as a matter of factly. She approached her blue 
maryjanes. By now she
was standing next to me, hands folded on her chest.  She nudged her 
maryjanes with her
sneakers.

"You did not really do a good job with these, did you, professor
Johnson, or 
should I call you,
professor shoelicker?"

My ears were red from humiliation. It was clear that both coeds were 
immensly enjoying this
ridiculing of me. I thought about what to answer when I suddenly felt 
Cindy's foot come down
on my neck

"Answer Amanda when she asks you a question!"

commanded Cindy and her foot pressed down my head into the floor.

"No, Amanda, I guess I did not"

Cindy stomped on my head firmly.

"You are not to call her Amanda. She is Goddess Amanda for you, and I
am 
Goddess Cindy.
Is that clear, professor shoelicker?"

And her foot stomped on my head once more.

"Yes Goddess Cindy. Thank you for correcting me Goddess Cindy"

I groveled.

"Goddess Amanda, please forgive me for an inappropriate conduct. I
believe 
the Goddess'
shoes are not clean yet."

"So what do you propose to do about it?"

Asked Amanda, amsued.

"Please, Goddess Amanda, please let me shine them properly".

"I think I will grant your request shoelicker, but I would like to see
you 
do it with
both hands around your back."

With Cindy's foot still on my head, I took my hands back, and crawled
to 
Amanda's maryjanes.
I started licking them clean, making sure that all the small mud-grits
and 
dust pieces attached to the sides and soles were cleaned. All this
time, 
Amanda was standing right above
me, and Cindy still had her foot on my neck, shoving me into Amanda's
shoes. 
After about
3 minutes, I spoke

"Goddess Amanda, I believe your maryjanes are clean now."

"They sure do look clean now, shoelicker. Now that we have you, we will
not 
require
our old doormat. Let's see how you fit in our door. Get yourself over 
there!"

She commanded. I crawled on my belly toward the door.

"On your back!"

Commanded Cindy. I turned on my back and above me were these two young
and 
beautiful
domineering girls. Amanda placed her sneaker on my mouth and began
smearing 
it over my
face, as she would do on a real doormat. After a few seconds my face
turned 
black and sticky
with the dirt of her sole. Then came her other sneaker. Then came
Cindy's 
sneakers.
By the time they were done with me, my face had turned into a gooey
black 
mat. I was
extremely aroused by all this. Amanda put her sneaker on my chest, and
said

"OK, professor shoelicker, now we shall study a little. Don't go
anywhere!"

They both went inside.

"Come inside, professor shoelicker, I am waiting for you!"

I could not figure out if I was supposed to get up or not, so to be on
the 
safe side, I
crawled on all fours inside, like a dog. Amanda was sitting on a nice 
rocking chair,
holding her books.  She pointed at her feet:

"Here, professor, crawl to my feet. I need a footstool".

I crawled to her feet. I laid on my belly, and she put her sneakers on
my 
head.

"Now we need to set up the rules straight.
1. In this house, you will never rise
from all fours. You will be either wriggling on your belly, or crawling
on 
all fours.
2. When I or Cindy call you, you will crawl to our feet , and present 
yourself by kissing our feet.
3. Whenever you come here for tutoring me, you will serve as mine and 
Cindy's slave,
cleaning, cooking, laundring for us as we please.

If you fail to do any of the above, your video will be on the Dean's
desk 
the following
day. Now, you can of course choose to loose your job if you wish. But
if you 
wish to keep it, and be my doormat, slave, private spitoon, my
bootlicker, 
my servant whom I will humiliate
and degrade as I please, you will now turn on your back and beg to lick
my 
shoe sole."

As I was listening to her soft voice and feeling her sneakers on my
head, a 
blissful
atmosphere occupied my cognition. I was at peace, under her sneakers.
It 
felt right that
this young, assertive, beautiful and clever young lady should have me
as her 
footstool.
In a moment of emotional outburst, I licked the floor, chewing in the
dust, 
taking pride
in the fact that these dust grains came from her shoe soles, or Cindy's
shoe 
soles. I turned
onto my back. Amanda put her right sneaker next to my ear, and her left

sneaker she raised
several inches above my face. Her strong calve was apparent just above
me, 
sending into me
jisms of new arousal, like electric bolts. Her legs were so perfect.
Her 
face was so pretty.
She seemed like a true Goddess. There was no escape from my predestined

humiliation under
the feet of this goddess. I begged,

"Please, Goddess Amanda, may I please lick you shoe sole clean? Please
allow 
me the
high privelige of cleaning your shoe in the only way appropriate.
Please, 
Goddess Amanda."

Slowly, she lowered her shoe onto my mouth. I started licking her shoe
sole 
hungrily. Accepting my faith with warm love. If at that moment she
would put 
her shoe on my neck
and choke me to death I would die a happy man.

Part C -- coming up soon - Amanda and Cindy play games in a Cafe