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Summer Feet

Author: LTSwitch

Chapter 1

 The thermometer had been reaching upward toward a record high all day but

we still had to meet tomorrow morning's deadline.  Monica and I had been

sequestered in the company's stuffy little conference room since ten

O'clock that morning and the only thing that was getting me through the

discomfort was the sight of Monica's lovely feet.  In reaction to the warm

weather she had dispensed with stockings and worn slip-ons which were,

most of the day, slipped off.  I didn't think she would notice my

occasional glimpses toward the floor or how I would look down as if in

deep thought over our project.  I was happy just to see her lovely ankles

but when the shoe finally dropped from her toes I was in heaven.

 It was about seven when we finally wrapped up the project.  I would be

glad to get out into the fresh air, but a bit sad to leave behind the

sight of Monica's lovely feet.  I was just closing the lid on my laptop

when she spoke up in a candid tone.

 "You've been checking out my feet all day, haven't you Ed?"

 My face flushed in a bit of a panic.

 "Uh, feet, no..."

 "C'mon Ed, you weren't too subtle about it.  You were checking out my

legs and feet all day weren't you?"

 Monica leaned toward me, looked me straight in the eye, and whispered,

"You'd like to kiss them wouldn't you, Ed?"

 I did in fact wanted to kiss her feet, to suck her toes, but could I

admit it here and now.  Was this an opportunity or was it a trap?  How

should I answer?  What would she do?

 "You have beautiful feet, Monica, I'd love to kiss them."

 She stood and kicked both shoes off. I wanted to look down at her well

defined toes and slender ankles, but her stare kept me captive.

 "You can, you know.  You can kiss my feet, Ed," She sighed.

 My eyes grew wide and I could feel that feeling between my legs as I

waited for her next words.  She sat down and crossed her legs, her foot

extended toward me.

 "Do you want to kiss them now, Ed?"

 My mind was running at double speed.  I considered our surroundings;

still at the office,  everyone else was gone, little chance of being seen,

while the whole time looking downward at her sculpted feet.

 "Yes, I want to kiss them," I said as I slipped out of my chair and

dropped to my knees before her.

 I leaned forward toward my goal savoring the sight of those smooth tan

legs.

 "Ed," she said in a firm tone!

 Startled, I looked up.

 "Ed, if you want to worship my feet, I want you naked."

 "Naked," I replied probingly.

 "Yes.  If you want to kiss my feet, you will stand and strip.  Once

naked, you will be allowed to worship my feet."

 She uncrossed her legs and and rubbed my crotch with her bare foot. 

 "Am I worth it to you, Ed?"

 The silence was deafening as I again considered the circumstances.  I

reached for the top button of my shirt.  Monica smiled as I unfastened the

buttons and slipped my shirt off baring myself to the waist.

 "Stand up so I can see you better, foot slave."

 I got up from my knees and stood about four feet before her then kicked

off my shoes and slipped off my socks. 

 "Don't stop now, slave."

 I unbuckled my belt and slipped my zipper downward as Monica watched with

apparent delight.  Down from my hips, past my knees slid my pants finally

dropping at my feet.  I stepped out of them now wearing nothing but my

briefs.  Our eyes never ventured from each other as my fingers slid under

the elastic band at my waist and slipped my shorts off leaving me naked.

The only thing overpowering my embarrassment was my urge to have her. 

 "Turn around for me slave, I want to check you out."

 My cock was stiff as I turned about as Monica ordered displaying my

backside to her.

 "On your knees, foot slave."

 I dropped to my knees before her and awaited her command.  She crossed

her legs, placing her foot just in front of me.

 "Now, you may kiss my toes."

 I leaned into her lean feet and placed my lips against her beautiful

toes.  She had the most beautiful feet that I had ever seen.   Again and

again I kissed her as I enjoyed the sight of those lovely feet.

 "Now my ankle."

 I moved to her shapely ankle and continued to make love to her placing

countless kisses on her soft skin.  She allowed me to continue for some

time before her next command.

 "Suck my toes, slave.  Start with the little one and so each one.  Take

your time, I'm enjoying this."

 As ordered I moved to her toes and took the smallest into my lips,

caressing it with my tongue, sucking it, licking it.  My cock was aching

with pleasure as I moved from toe to toe, finally taking her  big toe into

my lips suckling it as if it were her tit.

 "I want you to lick the bottom of my feet, peon."

 I moved to a most awkward position and did as commanded, extending my

tongue to the silky skin of her soles, licking, kissing.

Suddenly the foot was pulled away from me.  Seconds later it was touching

my aching dick, teasing me, taunting me.  She quickly crossed the other

leg and looked down at me prostrate on the floor.

 "You're half done, slave."

 Her other foot was extended; I reached for her toes and began to kiss.  I

lost track of time as I attended her ankles, toes, and soles the whole

time in sight of those silky thighs.  I wanted her.  I wanted to continue

up her slender legs to that warm moist place between them. 

 "Thanks, slave.  That was very nice," Breathed Monica as she abruptly

stood and slipped on her shoes.  "I might let you do that again some time.

 In fact, be at my house at nine tonight.  Monica slipped out of the room

leaving me there naked on my knees, slave

to her feet.

Chapter 2

 I was sitting in my car in front of Monica's house ten minutes early,

waiting for nine to come.  Finally, as my watch beeped on the hour, I

walked up the narrow walkway beside the house and knocked at the door.  I

stood there anticipating what might be to come, not knowing quite what to

expect, the sound of the latch finally breaking the spell.  The door

opened and Monica stood there in a black dress wearing spiked heels. 

 "Good evening, Ed."

 "Hello, Monica, I said as I began to step inside."

 Standing boldly in my path she stopped my progress.

 "Mistress to you...and you will strip  entering."

 She stared me in the eye and waited for my reaction.  I stood there for a

moment and considered, again, the predicament that she had set for me.

The walkway was somewhat shielded from view from the street and I pondered

the pleasure of afternoon's events, then reached to slip my shirt off.

Taking one last look about, I slid the polo shirt over my head, baring my

torso.  I kicked off my shoes then reached for my belt, quickly

unfastening the buckle.  Down came the zipper, then after a quick look

about I slipped my jeans to my ankles and stepped out of them.  Prolonging

the inenevitable, I slipped my socks off before reaching for my shorts.

Nervously, I again looked around, then timidly slipped off my briefs,

leaving myself buck naked in Monica's doorway.  As if to toy with me, she

let me stand there on the porch for a minute or so before allowing me

inside.  Bare ass naked, I  finally stepped into her house.

 My bare feet stood on the cool hardwood floor of the entry hall.

Somewhat embarrassed I looked at Monica, waiting for her next command.

 "On your knees, boy toy."

 I dropped to my knees before her, as commanded.  Monica opened the door

of a closet and reached inside for something.  Moments later she had

retrieved a collar and was placing it around my neck, finally fastening it

in place with a tiny lock.  All I could manage to do was enjoy the sight

of her cleavage as she bent over to collar me.

 "Now, give me your wrists, boy."

 I reached out, presenting my arms to her.  The leather cuffs soon

surrounded my wrists, then walking behind me, Monica bent over and quickly

affixed cuffs to my ankles. 

 "Much better," stated Monica pleasurably, "boy slaves look so much better

in cuffs.  Now, follow me."

 I began to stand but was quickly admonished.

 "I said follow, not stand."

 On my hands and knees, I followed Monica deeper into the house.  It was

there that the next shock awaited me.  As we reached the living room,

there sat two women; and there I was stark naked, collared, and cuffed in

black leather. 

 "Say hello to my friends, slave boy."

 I was humiliated beyond belief!  I looked down, avoiding any eye contact

and mumbled a quick hello to the group.  I wasn't to be let off that

easily.

 "Stand up, slave and spread your legs for us."

 Still keeping my eyes downward, I stood up and spread my legs, as

ordered.

 "Hmmm, that cock's not very firm.  Play with it so we can see how nice it

is when it's hard."

 I could feel the flush in my cheeks as I took my cock in my hand and

began to stroke it to erection as the women looked on intently.  It didn't

take long til it was standing up on it's own.  It was then that Monica

pulled my wrists behind me and locked them behind my back.  Another bit of

leather work was soon being fitted around my balls and cock, then buckled

behind my waist, having the effect of prominently presenting my manhood

for inspection.

 "Now, slave, turn around a few times so we can see your ass too.

 I took a couple of full turns so the women could have the view of my cock

and ass that they wanted.  I kept telling myself that I wasn't really

doing this.  Naked and a display piece, and for what?  The answer was that

I was simply enraptured with Monica and somehow this might lead to her.

My daydream was suddenly broken by another order.

 "Down on you knees, boy."

 I felt the leash being clipped to my collar.  Monica led me to one of her

friends and handed her the leash.

 "He's all yours, Nadia."

 "So, slave, Monica, tells me that you do a fine job at foot worship.

Tonight you'll get the test."

 Nadia was a tall athletic blonde.  She was dressed in shorts and jogging

shoes.  If her legs were any indication, her feet would be beautiful.

 "Take my shoes off, boy," Ordered Nadia as she tugged on my leash.

 Without a word, I leaned over and awkwardly positioned myself at her

feet.  I finally got hold of the lace in my teeth and tugged at the bow.

After some bit of fumbling the laces were loosed and I was well on my way

to removing the shoe.  I cursed the cuffs that held my wrists behind me as

I groveled before her, pulling the shoe off with my teeth.  The first shoe

removed, I took hold of her stocking  and pulled slowly downward.  I have

to admit that tugging at the stocking forced my face to the soft skin of

her leg.  Finally I exposed her lovely foot.  I couldn't wait to kiss her

toes and ankles!  I leaned over, ready to kiss her.

 "Now the other shoe, boy."

 She was going to prolong the torment.  Crossing her legs in the other

direction, she presented me with the other shoe.  I strained for

occasional glimpses of her bare foot as I struggled with the other shoe.

Eventually the stocking was slipping past her toes as I prostrated myself

before her.  I was excited of now getting to suck her toes, but Mistress

Nadia had other ideas.  She tugged smartly at my leash raising me to an

upright position on my knees.  I looked downward at her bare feet as she

rubbed them together, teasing me.

 "What are you looking at, slave?  You should be paying attention to me."

 "Your feet, mistress.  I'm looking at your feet.

 She lifted her leg and placed her soft foot on my chest, then let it slip

downward til it was touching my stiff cock.  I thought I would explode as

she caressed my dick with that beautiful foot, the entire time never

breaking eye contact with me.

 "So what would you like to do with my foot?"

 In my mind I just wanted her to continue rubbing my cock with it, but I

knew that wasn't the right answer.

 "I want to kiss your feet and suck your toes mistress.

 She waited for some time before answering, the whole while taunting me by

 stroking my chest with her foot.  Mistress Nadia relaxed into the chair

and crossed her legs.

 "You can start by kissing my toes, slave boy."

 She gave a quick tug on the leash and I quickly positioned myself before

her foot.  Her toes were well long and shaped and without any sort of

polish.  Seconds later my lips caressed them.  Starting with the smallest

I took time with each one til I reached the largest surrounding it with

soft kisses.

 "You haven't done the bottoms, slave."

 I ungracefully prostrated myself on the floor such that I could kiss the

bottom of her foot then began to kiss the undersides of her toes.  Again I

paid careful attention to each one before reaching the largest.

 "As long, as you're there. lick the bottom of my foot."

 I extended my tongue and took a soft stroke from her toes back to her

heel.

 "I love the way it tickles.  Do it more."

 Again and again I stroked the smooth sole of her foot with my tongue

enjoying the sight of her legs and ankle as I worked.

 "Now suck my toes, slave."

 "Mistress Nadia seemed to have a talent for making me twist and turn in a

most unflattering manner as I positioned myself to please her but I was

soon slipping her big toe into my lips.  I ran my tongue around it,

licking it as thought it were a bit of candy.  I the moved down the row

licking each digit, sucking it, caressing it.

 "Slave, now I want you to work your way from my toes to my ankle...and

take a minute per inch to do it." 

 I looked up at the soft curves of her ankle and imagined kissing it.  In

Five or six minutes I'd be there.  Kissing her toes, then finally passing

the tiny grooves where they met her instep, creeping upward til I finally

I approached her ankle.  At long last my lips fondle the soft curve of her

ankle as my cheeks caress her soft skin.  I imagine running my face up the

tender skin of her calves and upward to her thighs and beyond.  My

pleasure is short lived, however.  A tug on the leash and I am kneeing

upright before her.

 "Very good, boy.  Now the other, the same way.

 She gives my cock a soft stroke with her foot then crosses the other leg.

 I leaned obediently forward and kissed her little toe, again beginning

the process.  Ten, fifteen minutes?  I had lost track of time.  Her orders

came and I obeyed them until I was again kissing her ankle.

 "It's someone else's turn, Nadia," Came the voice from across the room.

 "Oh, Ginger, I was just getting into this but I guess it's your turn."

 I was shocked back to reality as Nadia suddenly stood and tugged at my

leash.  I was led across the room and the leash handed over to mistress

Ginger.  Ginger was a petite woman with thick dark hair and moist olive

skin. 

 "This is great!  I've never had a boy slave before.  Hmm, how shall I do

this? 

 Ginger was clearly the playful sort and soon was sliding her jeans and

shoes off revealing her lovely legs and tiny feet.  I was surprised, and

not  at all disappointed to see her strip down so casually.

 "Slave," She pronounced, "Kiss my feet."

 It was all a bit of fun to her as she sat back in the chair, folded her

hands behind her head, and extended her feet toward me.  I bent over

before her and planted a sweet kiss on her perfectly painted toes and soon

worked upward to her ankle.  I realized at this point that she did not

shave her legs and   they were covered with a lovely velvet blanket of

hair.  Ginger giggled as the touch of my tongue tickled her feet and

swooned with pleasure as I sucked her toes.  Again and again I moved from

her toes to ankles, then began to tug gently, with my lips, at the soft

hair on her legs.  I could only imagine the rest of her hirsute body and

the charms it might hold.

 "Kneel up, slave," She commanded with a playful yet commanding voice.

 Obediently I did as requested.  As she playfully bit her tongue she began

to stroke my cock with her feet.  Up my thigh, over my cock and up to my

belly.  Over and over again she slowly made the teasing maneuver as I

strained in apparent agony at the cuffs that held my wrists.  Always in

control, she seemed to get a big thrill out of keeping me on the edge, but

not allowing me satisfaction.

 "Ginger, you are so ," chimed Nadia.

 "He's my slave, Nadia, and I can do what I want with him."

 "Well, do it quickly, because he is soon to be mine," Stated Monica

boldly.  "You two were just warming him up for me.  I'm really gonna make

him squirm."

 Monica reached down and locked my ankles together, further impairing any

motion on my part.  With the leash she tugged me to a spot in front of a

big leather easy chair where she sat down before her kneeling slave.  I

could see the tops of her thigh-high stockings and considered wether or

not she was wearing panties.  My daydream lasted only a moment as she

pushed me onto the floor with her spiked heels.

 "Get my shoes off, slave, but kiss them first."

 I had trouble positioning myself due to the new restrictions on my

movement, but eventually managed to be able to kiss the shiny black

leather of her shoes.  I curled my head around and took the heel in my

teeth and slipped it off her foot.  As I completed the task I realized

that Nadia and Ginger had gathered around to watch the spectacle of my

final humiliation.  As I worked on the other shoe, Ginger began to

playfully stroke my ass with her bare foot.  This was overload.  I wanted

my hands free!  I wanted to stroke Monica's thighs!  I wanted Ginger and

Nadia badly.

 "Now, boy slave, slip my stocking off."

 It was a heavenly order.  I would have to take her stockings in my teeth

and slide them down.  I struggled to position myself and finally pressed

my face to her thighs trying to take the stockings in my teeth.  The scent

of her perfume was sublime as my face pressed to her bare thigh then took

the stocking top in my teeth.  Downward I slowly pulled the sheer garment

until that final moment when it slipped gracefully from her toes, baring

her foot.  I was in heaven as I struggled to position myself again at her

thighs to remove the other stocking.  Monica gripped my head and held it

in position between her thighs.

 "Just six or eight inches more and you'd be kissing my cunt, wouldn't you

slave boy."

 The thought drove me crazy, but it was short lived.

 "Now get that stocking off!"

 She relaxed her grip and I pressed my face to her thigh again taking hold

of the stocking.  Once again I revealed her silky leg to the air as the

stocking slipped away.  She placed her bare foot against me and pushed me

to the floor.

 "Let mistress Ginger and Nadia hear how you can beg to kiss my feet."

 She was going to play it to the hilt, and I was loving it.

 "Mistress, can I please kiss your sweet toes and lick your feet?"

 By now her feet were teasing my aching cock.

 "Mistress, may I please suck your toes?"

 Monica held up a small chain with clamps on each end.

 "You can suck my toes after I put these nipple clamps on you, slave boy."

 Monica leaned over me and teased my nipple a bit with her fingers then

took hold of it and slipped the clamp over it.  I grimaced as the dull

pain of the clamp.  A moment later, the other was attached.  Monica sat

back and placed her feet on a small stool.

 "Now that looks more like a proper slave.  You can suck my toes now."

 The slender chain hanging from my nipples I positioned myself at Monica's

feet and placed the first kiss upon her toes.  I then took her toes into

my mouth one at a time, massaging them with my tongue.  I didn't have to

be told to kiss the sole of her soft foot, licking the length of it, heel

to toe.  Monica teased me with her other foot, rubbing my back.  Soon I

noticed her hand slip between her legs and begin to gently move about.  A

quick glimpse told me that she wore nothing under the dress

 "What are you looking at, slave?"

 "Your legs, mistress."

 She stuffed her big toe into my mouth and commanded me to suck it til I

was told to stop.  Her dress continued to ride upward until it was clear

that her hand was deftly massaging her cunt as I serviced her feet.

Making no effort to hide the fact as her fingers began to slide in and out

of her moist slit, she ordered me to move up to her ankles.  My mind

accelerated to top speed.  I could think of nothing but her lovely bush

and the warm tunnel hidden behind it.  Monica kicked the stool away and

spread her thighs.

 "Kiss my thighs slave."

 Anxiously I moved upward to her silky thighs, teasing the delicate fuzz

with my lips.  I began to move further to the soft curls of her pubic

triangle but was stopped.

 "Your instruction was to kiss my thighs, was it not?"

 "Yes mistress," I cowered"

 I could smell her pussy and see her fingers slide in and out of that

beautiful slit.  Three inches away, yet an eternity.  My cock was

throbbing with anticipation.  Her moans became deeper and deeper, each

sigh taunting me that much more.  Without warning Monica slipped forward

in the chair and pressed my face to her cunt.

 "Eat me, slave.  Get me off!"

 I slid my tongue into that soft crevice searching for her clit.  My

efforts were soon successful and Monica was again on her way to an orgasm.

 Straining on the cuffs that held my wrists and ankles, I moved in unison

with Monica, trying to bring her to climax.  At long last she gave up the

orgasm in a long sigh of pleasure.  I, again, ended up on the floor.

 "Not bad, slave," said Monica, still trying to regain her composure.

 She stood and straightened her dress and ran her fingers through her

hair.  Leaning over, she took hold of the chain on the nipple clamps and

pulled me to my feet.  With one quick tug, she removed the clamps, the

sting being quite intense as the clamps fell away.  Monica just giggled as

I grimaced.  The cuffs on my feet were removed an Monica led me away by

the leash.  Finally reaching the entry way, Monica removed the collar and

the leather cock harness. 

 This was all happening too quickly.  I had just finished licking Monica

to orgasm and I was apparently being dismissed.  The cuffs finally came

off my wrists a moment before the door was opened.

 "Out."

 "But I'm naked."

 "Tisk, I forgot.

 Monica threw my shoes, pants and shirt out on the porch and then escorted

me out. 

 " We'll have to do this again soon.  See you at work tomorrow, Ed."

 The door closed behind me with a bang.  Shocked as I was, I quickly

slipped into the clothes that she had allowed me.  My balls aching, I made

my way to my car and drove off.

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