The party - by JRUG.

Previously: I got in trouble with Tracy & Lois, two magnificent young ladies who had begun demonstrating to me to true meaning of being a slave. After being forced to lick dirt off their boots, I was chained to the door of their club, waiting for the evening to come - when I was supposed to be a boot-licking doormat for the all-girls party.

It was already dark outside when I woke up from a short sleep. I could hear some distant voices. I tried to pull myself together when I realized that I was chained. I then remembered: my new mistresses, Tracy and Lois, had put me here before. Was it Tracy or Lois who had "tucked me up" with the help of her powerful calves? The vision of her strong, shapely, conquering legs brought back some life into me. The voices got stronger, and I could recognize Lois's sweet voice.

"Hey Tracy, here is our obedient doormat!"

Lois and Tracy approached. Lois kicked my side hard. Her pointed boot had actually hurt me, but I groveled:

"Thank you mistress Lois"

"-That's a good doggy." said Lois, and her foot came right in front of my face. "You can now thank me properly". Eagerly, I licked her shiny boot. Tracy approached and said,

"The girls will be here in about 15 minutes. You need to practice for your mission tonight. You do remember your mission, don't you, silly doormat?"

"Yes mistress Tracy, I remember".

Tracy shoved her pump to my face, grinding my lips under her sole.

"-And what is you mission, doormat?"

"It is to be a doormat for whoever chooses to use me".

"-Very good", said Tracy.

"You can start by practicing on my shoes. I think I stepped on something on the way here. Lick it clean, doggy!"

Tracy stood above my head, hands on hips, one foot firmly standing near my right ear, and the other foot firmly planted on my mouth. Her shoe did smell of something weird, but I could not tell what it was. I simply went on licking the dirt off her shoe-sole, happy to be of use to such an incredible woman. She wore a painfuly short leather skirt, one that makes men weep, women envy, and low-life doormats like me crawl. Her never ending legs were absolutely gorgeous. I was almost proud to have been nearly strangled to death by these legs, one of which was now trampling my face. I licked at her shoe-sole harder and faster, and apparently I started moaning with pleasure because I heard Lois say

"Just look at this worm, Tracy! He is actually making love to the dirt on your shoes! I just wonder what else will this slave doggy here will do"

"-I guess our lackey here will do just about anything we will tell him to. Won't you, doormat?"

and with that Tracy moved her shoe just two inches above my mouth. I craned upwards in a desparate attempt to lick further. I must have looked pathetic. Lois placed her boot on my forhead, slamming my head back to the ground.

"You will have to beg mistress Tracy if you want more of her shoe dirt."

I started to beg.

"Please mistress Tracy, please mistress Lois. Let me please lick the dirt off your shoes. I'll do anything you say. Please please mistresses."

"-He is pathetic," said Lois. She moved her boot from my forehead to my mouth and pressed real hard. Then she removed her boot from my face and Tracy resumed her shoe to my mouth, but now she was standing on me. Still, with her hands on hips, one foot on my mouth, and the other on my chest. Her heels were pointed and I was really getting her weight inside my body. She smiled down at me and said:

"-Say you like it, boy"

"-I like it," I meekly answered.

Tracy got down and said,

"OK, we have to get him ready. Let's get a rug and cover him, so that only his face will be uncovered. This way he will see every single foot and leg that tramples him."

Lois and Tracy fixed me up, and moved inside, stepping on me on their way in. In a minute or so, loud Music was filling the area. I had no more than 5 minutes to think about Tracy's legs, when the first girls arrived. There were 3 of them. From my position, I could hardly see their faces. However I could clearly see their legs. Two of them had short leather skirts, and the third one had a long dress.

"-Hey look, they have a human doormat here! Let's check him out!"

My vision was suddenly obscured when a painful dagger hit my cheek. I felt torn to two pieces. The heel was part of a shoe, owned by a girl, who by now was standing on my face with both feet on my cheeks. I could barely breath due to the enormous pain she was causing me. Tears filled my eyes. She turned back, not even looking at me once and said,

"-Hey guys, ever cleaned your shoes on a human face?"

And with that she started rubbing her killer-heels all over my poor bruised face. I felt I was going to die instantly, but a second before I passed away, she went over me. The girls did the same; only the third one, with the long dress, also kicked me hard in the face and said : "Now say thank you pretty lady".

Very soon I had lost count of the numerous types of footwear that trampled me. Boots, Sandals, High heels, barefoot - you name it, I was under it that evening. The noise, the music, my sore toungue, all of these had made me sort of numb. The last thing I remember was a gorgeous blond who was standing on my face for more than 3 minutes, smoking, and flipping occasionally the ashes over my head. Every time she shifted her weight from foot to foot, I got to really feel her weight concentrating on my face. Finally she threw her cigarette on my face and stepped on it. I squirmed violently trying not to get burned but she was stronger. She then lifted her sandaled foot some inches above my face and said:

"Thing that was tough? How about this?"

and with a terrible stomp her sandal came crushing my mouth. I must have had a tooth broken. She lifted her foot again, revealing her conquering muscular leg, and said

"Ask me nicely to do that again."

Apparently I was slow to response, because I was hit again, harder than before. She lifted her foot again, and remember she was still standing on me full weight, and said,

"-If you don't want to ask, then you'll have to beg. But I will make you _really_ beg for it. You will crawl to me until I will tell you to stop, and then I will put you to sleep"

She climbed down and went inside the party zone.

"-Crawl, doggy!" she said. I quickly wriggled over after her, following her slim ankles like a puppy, on my hands and knees.

"-Stay, doggy!" she ordered. I stopped crawling, and she went over to the bar, and leaned back.

"-Here doggy! Come over here to your mistress, doggy!", she said and pointed to her feet.

All the audience were watching me. I felt like the doggy in the movie "Ivy", when Drew Barrymore, revealing her goddess legs, had some dog-biscuits in her pocket, and she forced the poor doggy to come to her feet, subduing her best friend in the process. I crawled to my mistress. When I approached her legs, she said:

"That's enough, doggy. Now turn on your back!"

I instantly obeyed. She made one step forward, lifted her foot above my face, and said,

"Now beg me to crush you".

I held her calve like a defeated foe would grovel at the feet of an amazon who had just showed him what's life is all about. I practically cried for her to crush me. And she did. She stomped my face with such force, that I passed out. The rest of my memoirs from that wonderful evening will appear in the third part. That is if you, gentle reader, would like to read all about it.

JRUG.