Hi y'all

Here is a story, most of which is fictious but based on a true incident that happened to me many years ago, when I was school boy in London.

It was the end of another tiring day at school, and I was on my way home, when I saw two girls, a bit younger than me. One was kneeling in front the] other and tying her shoe laces. I don't why - perhaps because I was awfully young and lonely - I came up with "Hey, I did not know people had slaves in this country". This was a big mistake. The two girls approached me, with angry looks and said "we will show you who is slave here". Now I have to be frank - I got scared and avoided them somehow. But now I will tell you what _should_ have happened, had I more sense then. "We will show you who is slave here", said the girl whose shoe-laces were tied before, who we shall call Tracy. "And how are you going to do that?" I asked, confident that I will be able to handle these two girls. "Like this" said the other girl, (Lois) and her knee came into my groin from out of nowhere. In pain, I bent forward, holding my groin, when her knee came up again, into my mouth, causing unbearable pain. Slowly I fell to my knees in front of the two girls. I could vaguely see the smiles on their faces. "We got him where he belongs, right Tracy?" said Lois, and with that, she dilivered a deadly kick to my face. My head made its way down to the dirt, at Tracy's feet. Tracy stepped on my head, and pressed my bruised face down, hard. "Are you starting to get the picture, boy?" she asked dryly. "We said we will show you who is slave here, and I beleive we have already did, didn't we Lois?" Lois giggled and shoved her shoe under my face. "Lick my shoe, slave!" she ordered. With Tracy's shoe on my head, I struggled to free my tongue, and began licking Lois' shoe. "We got ourselves a nice doggy, don't you think Tracy?" Tracy acknowledged by smearing her shoe-sole in my hair. "What shall we do with him?" asked Tracy. "I've got an idea" said Lois, "we will make him a doormat at the entrance to the girls club, and we will let all the girls know that this slave-doggy is theirs to use as they see fit" "Great Idea" exclaimed Tracy. She lifted her shoe from my head, went back a few steps and said "Let's see how well trained he is. Here doggy! crawl over here and I'll throw a stick for you to fetch" I crawled to her feet, encouraged by a humiliating kick in my behind by Lois. Tracy's finger was pointing to her shoe "nose to the ground, doggy, lick my shoes!" I bent down and obediently pulled my tongue out to lick her shoe. Just as I was making contact, she withdrew her foot backwards, thus making a crawling caricature out of me. I continued crawling toward her shoe and she continued walking backwards. "Make him beg for it!" said Lois. She approached from behind and in one decisive stomp of her foot on the back of my head she crashed my face into the dirt. "You will now beg for the honour of likcing Tracy's shoes, you asshole. Turn on your back, worm!" I quickly turned on my back and Lois stepped on my throat. "Now beg before I will end your miserable life" she said in a menacing voice. I could see her marvelous muscular calve as her leg was pressing my throat down, and from my place under her foot, I could see that she was indeed very beautiful, and more so when angry and conquering. Suddenly I felt at peace being trampled and humiliated by these lovely vixens. It felt right, it felt true. At that moment, I wanted to embrace her trampling leg and pray as if she was a goddess. Instead, I started begging like there was no tomorrow. "Please miss, allow me the honour of licking your shoes, although I do not deserve the dust that clinges to your shoe, please allow me to lick it clean. "You can start with this" said Lois and moved her foot from my throat to my mouth, ginding the dirt inside my mouth, through my lips, crushing my tounge. I consumed the dirt from her shoe as if is was goddess-nectar. I was genuinely afraid from her, the memory of her powerful kicks still fresh. She kicked my face lightly and said "Now crawl and lick Tracy's shoes, slave!" I crawled over when Tracy put her foot forward, admiring her shapely leg. Her shoe was just inches above the ground and she said "Get under my shoe, slave" and I turned on my back again and got under her shoe. "Now eat this, boot-boy" she said, and down came her shoe-sole to my mouth. While i was cleaning the dirt from her shoe, Lois said: "Let's take him to the club now and chain him to the door until the evening when the rest of the girls will come". "Good idea" said Tracy. They made me crawl by their legs, as real dog would do, until we have reached the club. Tracy stood above me, holding my head between her calves, and said: "Now you will experience a good-night hug from my legs. I will press until you will fade out. In a couple of hours we shall be back, and we want you to use this bowl of water here, to properly prepare your tongue for your big night of boot-licking, serving as our doormat. Is that clear, boy?" I could hardly nod, being clutched between her powerful legs. She started pressing, and all I can remember is the nice fragrance coming from her crotch. I was put to sleep by the legs of a girl younger than me.