SIX
My Girl- My Master
I was naked, on my hands and knees in front of the couch.
Beth had wasted no time when I finally caught up to her again in the living
room. She ordered me to strip even as she took a seat, crossing her legs and
settling back to watch as I undressed. She smiled to see my erection as it
sprang forth when I pulled down my underwear.
Of course she wanted to hear everything that had happened after she left the
night before and she made me recite the night's events as she enjoyed a
cigarette. She smiled and laughed throughout, especially as I explained in
great detail how Ken and Cindy had tied me and locked me in the storeroom. She
was a bit disappointed that they had had a change of heart in the morning,
blaming Cindy.
"I can see I'll have to have a talk with that girl," she said with a grin. I
had no idea what she might say to convince Cindy to join in with her games, but
I knew Ken would fold again if she got him drunk. He was easily swayed by a
pretty face and a chance for a quick tumble, and something told me that Beth
would have no problem fucking my best friend. She loved sex.
"Come here, puppy," she had said as she leaned over the arm of the couch. I saw
her digging in her purse for a moment, and when she sat upright again she was
holding a long, thin strip of pink leather. I trembled, swallowing at her cruel
smile as I realized what she held in her hands.
"Down!"
I dropped to my knees in front of her and she leaned forward. I shivered as her
fingers caressed my throat, as she draped the dog collar around my neck and
buckled it tightly in place. "I got this especially for you, puppy," she
whispered in my ear, giggling at the way I whimpered.
I heard the dog tags jingle as she took them in hand and just for a moment I
thought that I might get a chance to escape. She would have to remove the tags
in order to attach them to my collar and-
And she was smarter than I gave her credit for. Beth simply slipped a small
metallic clasp through the hole in the tag and fastened that to the sturdy ring
where the leash would normally hook on. Once fastened she simply unhooked the
thin beaded chain and pulled it free. I had not lost contact with the tags and
was still her prisoner.
"That's better," she cooed, adjusting the collar on my throat. "Much more
secure, and pretty too." She ruffled her hand playfully in my hair, actually
patting my head. "Who's a pretty boy then? Such a good puppy. Yes you are."
She ordered me to shove the coffee table back a bit, then ordered me to my hands
and knees in its place. I assumed position and quickly felt the warmth and
weight of her legs as she stretched out and rested them on my back, casually
crossing her ankles. She sighed, settling in contentedly and I heard the
television click on again.
She kept me there for well over an hour as she flipped through the channels.
She settled on one of the shopping networks after a bit, and I could hear her
ooh-ing and ahh-ing as various things came up for sale. She shifted her feet at
one point, planting the soles of her boots against my ribs and I heard her
dialing the telephone.
I listened, moaning as I heard her ordering a pair of boots that she liked off
of the television. What made me moan however was the fact that she rattled off
my credit card information to whoever was taking the call. I wondered just what
else she had bought in my name, how much deeper I was going to go into debt
before this was all over-
I blinked to hear the strange echo of Beth's voice coming from the television.
I forced my head up as Beth leaned back, draping her legs out over me again. I
saw a pretty, smiling face on the television all happy and full of cheer staring
back at me-
"How are you today, Beth?"
"I'm great, Shannon! I love your show!"
"Thank you, Beth. I'm so glad. What did you order today?"
"The black leather boots..."
"Oh, aren't they marvelous? You'll love them-"
"I'm sure I will, but they're more for my boyfriend than for me."
"Oh? Does he like wearing women's boots?" the woman- Shannon laughed and I
heard Beth giggle in response.
"No, but that's something to think about." They laughed again. "No, Shannon,
Jim likes to keep my shoes clean for me."
I saw the woman's smile falter, just for a second but quickly it reformed.
"Really..."
"He loves to kiss my feet and shoes and lick the dirt off. He's very devoted."
"It certainly sounds like it." I saw the woman glancing away, wondering what to
do but she was a professional and kept talking until she got direction. "Is he
there now?"
"Yeah... He's naked on the floor right in front of me, on his hands and knees
right now acting as my foot stool." I felt Beth shift as the telephone receiver
pressed against my face. "Say hello, puppy," Beth whispered.
"Hello, Shannon..." I said with despair. I saw the woman's confused look again,
but once more she forced a smile-
"Hello... Jim was it? How are you? I hear you love Beth in her boots?"
"Answer her," Beth hissed.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well you'll love these, Jim. The leather's soft kid and they smell heavenly.
And I can only imagine how Beth will put the stiletto heel to use." Shannon
laughed as Beth pulled the phone away from my ear, chuckling as well-
"Well, thank you so much for calling today, Beth- and you too Jim. It was
certainly... different. Call again when you get the boots and let me know how
much you love them."
"We will, Shannon. Bye!"
Beth could barely contain her laughter as she hung up the phone and she was
literally rolling around on the couch holding her ribs-
"Oh... Oh God... That was... Oh..."
It would have gone on longer if the phone had not started ringing again. Beth
snuffled, gasping for air as she tried to compose herself. She propped her feet
on my back again when she finally answered the phone-
"H- hello?"
I heard the buzz of a deep voice on the other end as Beth listened to the
caller. After a moment she removed her feet from my back-
"Just a second..." she said, pressing the receiver to her breast as she thumped
me in the side to get my attention. "Get me a beer, puppy," she commanded and I
quickly started to crawl towards the kitchen. "But don't bring it until I call
you. Stay in the kitchen."
I crawled into the kitchen and retrieved a can of beer from the fridge. Then I
waited in the middle of the floor on my knees for her call to return. My head
was spinning throughout as I strained, trying to break the hold she had over me,
but it was useless. Every time I felt a little control I would hear the dog
tags jingle or feel the bite of my new collar, breaking my resolve. In the end
I simply sagged, listening for her next command...
"Oh really?" I heard her say. She was speaking softly, but something had
excited her and I started to hear snatches of her phone conversation. I
strained to listen, to figure out who she was talking to.
"No... no he didn't say, but he was gone when I got here. I don't know if Jim
knows, but you can be sure that I'll tell him.
"Yeah, he's here, but he can't really come to the phone right now. Better he
come in and see you in person I think. Right... Oh definitely. Anything would
do. He'll do anything... Yes, anything..."
Maybe Beth realized that she was talking too loud, or maybe she had meant to but
she quieted down after that. It wasn't long before I heard her hang up again
and she called me back. I hurried into the living room on all fours and
presented her with her beer.
"That was your boss," she said, popping the top on the can and sipping at the
beer. "He said he called earlier. He wants to see you, discuss your job. Did
you know that?" I nodded and she frowned.
"Why didn't you tell me, stupid?" Beth's hand shot out and she slapped me
across the nose with a rolled up magazine. It hurt and I fell back, more from
surprise than the force of the blow. "Bad dog!" she shouted, swatting me again.
"You'll need to be punished," she said, tossing the magazine aside. "Later
though. Right now go get dressed. I have some things to do, but I'll drop you
off at the store on my way home. Go!"
***
I got dressed and quickly rejoined Beth in the living room. She looked me up
and down, nodding at my tee shirt and jeans, but she told me to lose the
collared shirt I had put on to hide my new pink collar. She slung her purse
over her shoulder as I tossed the shirt back into my room then dangled my keys
with a smile and a laugh to get me moving.
She ordered me onto the floor of the back seat of my car then got into the
driver's seat and we were off. The trip to the store was uncomfortable but
quick, and Beth ignored me throughout, instead humming along to the radio.
She ordered me out of the car as she pulled up to an idle in front of my job,
directing me to come to her window.
"Call me when you're done," she said, "from home. I'll be out for awhile, but I
want to know what happens." Surprisingly she leaned close and gave me a peck on
the cheek before gunning the engine and driving out of the lot.
I stared after her until she turned the car about a final corner and vanished
from sight. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief, feeling some sense of
control for the first time since she had appeared that morning.
Still, I had my orders and finally headed across the parking lot and into the
store...
I saw Tammy straight off. She was at the far register luckily, and did not see
me come in. Unfortunately the other cashier on duty did see me. Her name was
Linda, and of the three, Tammy and the missing Rhonda, she was the one that was
the most beautiful- and she knew it. She was a conceited bitch and we had
gotten in many an argument over the last few years. She was dressed casually in
tight jeans and shirt that showed off her tall, lean body, accentuating her
breasts and ass.
I saw her turn and look at me as I tried to slide in unobserved. She grinned
and quickly called to Tammy who turned and flashed me a wide knowing smile.
They both started laughing as Tammy waved and said 'hi'. I nodded in response,
trying to get to the office in the corner and Linda called out-
"What's your rush, Jimmy?" Then, "Maybe you can clean my shoes when you're done
with Bill's..."
I flushed red at the laughter that followed me, wondering what she meant by that
last bit. I tried to ignore it though, hearing Bill's voice as I approached the
office door situated in the front corner of the store. The door was open a
crack, and I could see him sitting at his desk and speaking on the phone. I
knocked-
Bill shoved the office door open and nodded, motioning me inside. I stepped in
and he shoved the door closed again behind me as he continued his conversation.
I stood there feeling self-conscious, trying not to listen to his call but
having nothing else to do. I felt like I was waiting to talk to the principal.
The office, such as it was, was a tiny, cramped space. The walls were lined
with shelves that were stuffed with papers and folders and binders, all of which
had to do with some faction of work I supposed. The desk too was cluttered and
crammed with stacks of papers as well as a telephone and a computer in one
corner. There was only a tiny spot cleared before Bill's chair where he had a
notepad that he was jotting notes. He was sitting in one of the two swivel
office chairs, but he did not motion for me to sit, so I remained standing the
five or so minutes until he hung up the phone. Even after that he seemed to
ignore me as he continued writing; a full page and a half before he finally
closed the pad and turned to face me.
He looked me up and down with a scowl, his glasses shining in the fluorescent
light only a little less than his bald head. He looked stuffed into a tight
blue dress shirt and black slacks, his muscles bulging as he crossed his legs
and leaned back twirling his pen in his fingers. I noticed his gaze finally
paused on my dog collar and he shook his head in seeming disgust.
"I'll come right to the point," he said finally focusing his stern gaze on me,
staring me in the eyes. "I spoke to Rhonda and Tammy after you... left
yesterday, fully intent on pressing charges- assault at least. Luckily for you
however- at least in that respect- the girls had a change of heart and confessed
that you hadn't instigated the incident, nor had you 'grabbed' Rhonda. Tammy
also mentioned what happened in the back room, but that she was just as willing
as you were in that, apparently.
"Based on what I saw however, I was well within my rights to throw you out and
fire you. I was protecting the interests of the store..."
"Bill..."
"Quiet!" he snapped, then took a deep breath and more calmly said, "Let me
finish. I called the union and presented the hypothetical situation- not
mentioning any names mind you. They said that there could be a case for
termination, however it would be a long and drawn out affair. Now I don't want
that, and I doubt you do either. So, I'm willing to make a compromise."
I looked at bill as he recrossed his legs, resting his arm on the desk and
tapping his pen. He seemed to be smiling a bit now, and that made me nervous.
I noticed too that he had a bulge in the crotch of his pants and that really
worried me.
"I spoke with your boyfriend this morning-"
"He's not my-"
"Shut- up!" I did and Bill smirked.
"He said you needed your job, but when I asked to speak to you he said you
couldn't come to the phone. I can only guess why, but I told him to tell you to
come in. You didn't, and when I called back I spoke to some girl named Beth.
My conversation with her was very enlightening. She explained everything, and
more importantly said that you'd do anything to get your job back. Is that
true?"
I licked my lips, sweating from nervousness. I nodded-
"Answer me."
"Yes, sir," I said quickly, wondering why I had called him sir. Bill was barely
older than me and I never had before. He smiled widely at my response however,
leaning back in his chair with a creak of rusty springs and twirling his pen
again.
"Good. Glad to hear it. Unfortunately, your old position has been filled.
Right at the moment actually, the only spot open is porter. You remember Juan
quit last week?"
"Yes, sir."
"It's not the same. It's dirty work and minimum wage- just twenty hours a week
at best." He shrugged. "From what I hear though, you like cleaning things.
You should fit right in." He chuckled and I hung my head.
"Job's yours if you want it."
"Yes, sir," I said. I didn't want the job, as I knew it was degrading to begin
with. It could only be worse with everyone knowing my story.
"I'm sorry..."
"Yes, sir," I repeated a little louder.
"Say please."
I burned red, but did as he commanded feeling my free will slipping away again
with my humiliation. "Yes please, sir, may I be the porter?"
"Sure Jimmy," Bill said happily. He leaned forward and opened a folder on his
desk, sliding it about for me to see as he held out his pen. "I've taken the
liberty of transferring all your information over to a new file. It's all in
order; you just need to sign..."
Bill held the pen out to me as I glanced at the slight stack of papers. There
seemed more than there should be- but I needed the job so I signed over and over
as he slid pages aside. When I was finished he shuffled the papers back into
the manila folder and moved it back out of reach. He took back his pen and
grinned again, looking me up and down once more.
"There is one more thing, Jimmy," he said, planting both his feet on the floor
and spreading his legs a bit wider. I saw his crotch bulge out with the
movement and I licked my lips again, dreading what I thought was coming. "Just
a little test to see if you really will do anything..."
Bill dropped his pen and I watched as it clattered on the tiled floor, rolling
back under the desk. I looked back up to his grinning face-
"Get that," he said and with barely a hesitating moment I dropped to my hands
and knees and stretched back under the desk to retrieve his pen. When I was
wedged under the desk I heard his chair shift, sliding on the tiles as his legs
pinned me in.
"It must be filthy under there," he mused, "hasn't been mopped out in over a
week. Clean it." I started to complain that I had nothing to do the job, but
he simply thumped me with his knee, shoving me even further under the desk.
"Use your tongue!"
I whimpered to hear the cruelty in his voice but knew there was nothing that I
could do. He had commanded me, and- thanks to Beth and my dog tags- I had to
obey. I leaned down and pressed my lips to the dirty floor tiles, then started
to lick.
***
Bill watched me for a time, I could feel his eyes boring into me, but eventually
he went back to work. I tried to ignore him and do as he commanded, shuffling
around beneath the desk and trying my best to lick the floor tiles clean.
He was right, and it was filthy beneath the desk; not just from dust but grease
and grime and whatever had scraped from his shoes over the past few days. There
were marks that would not come up with simple spit, streaks ground in from the
wheels of the chair and his heels. Too, there were ashy spots where cigarettes
had been crushed out, and even a butt or two that I swallowed with some effort.
It smelled as well, an odor of leather and feet that I imagined were his. Worst
of all were the mouse droppings that I found along the back baseboard. I gagged
as I licked and swallowed, hoping to God that I did not find any dead mice or
bugs.
After awhile his phone rang and he shifted to answer it, his leg slamming into
my ass as he swiveled his chair about-
"Jason, hello!" I heard him say happily as he leaned back in his chair and
crossed his legs. He chatted merrily as I continued to work, laughing while I
slaved at his feet. At one point I felt him kicking me for my attention and
when I looked I saw his hand under the desk. He snapped his fingers and opened
his palm so I handed him back his pen.
His conversation lasted awhile, and I would have thought that he had forgotten
me except that he would occasionally kick me in the butt if he thought I was
slowing down. I kept going- he had not said I could stop- eventually working my
way around until I was on my knees under the desk and facing him. I was licking
the dirt about his shoe when I felt his other foot tapping me on the head. I
looked up, craning my neck.
Bill was pointing at me, then at his foot and back again. I looked at him in
confusion- I needed a direct command I guessed, not smart enough to think on my
own- and he scowled-
"Hold on a sec, Jason." Bill held the phone to his chest and kicked me in the
face, just hard enough to hurt and get my attention-
"Clean my shoes, stupid!"
I nodded sadly, hurt then leaned back down to the floor and started to lick at
his black, leather loafers. After a few moments I heard him start talking
again-
"Sorry, Jason. Just a little problem with the help, you know how it goes..."
Bill laughed...
***
Bill was still on the phone some minutes later when the door opened. I was
still on my knees under the desk and trying to scrape something off of the sole
of his shoe with my teeth when I looked up and saw Sandra the bookkeeper
standing in the doorway.
Sandra was in her fifties and sort of overweight as she spent most of her day
sitting at the desk. She had bleached blonde hair piled high, thin glasses and
red lipstick that was hidden by her hand as she gasped to see me there under the
desk. I burned red with humiliation and actually stopped until Bill thumped me
again with his foot-
"Hold on again, Jason," he said and put the phone to his chest once more.
"You know Jimmy, Sandra?" he asked and she just continued to stare wide-eyed.
Bill continued, "He's the new porter now. I had him cleaning under the desk.
Ignore him. He'll be done soon. Sit..."
Bill swiveled Sandra's chair out and around for her but she just continued to
stare. She finally lowered her hand, but her mouth just flapped, little choking
noises coming out at first, then-
"Bill," she gasped, still not moving to sit. "He's... he's..."
"Doing his job, Sandra," Bill said with some authority. "Ignore him and do
yours."
I saw Sandra swallow as I started licking the sole of Bill's shoe again. I half
expected her to run screaming from the office, but with a shiver she finally
plopped into her chair. She stared down at me a moment longer, then slid her
chair off to the side as far as it would go and started her work I assumed.
Bill started talking again, and I got back to work in earnest as he had not
commanded me to stop. I kept licking as I was basically ignored. After awhile
Sandra crossed her legs and I saw her start kicking her foot, slipping her
low-heeled pump on and off of her foot while she worked.
Soon after that Bill shifted his own foot and hooked the heel of his shoe on my
shoulder. I moaned as he pulled, and his shoe popped off with a 'shush',
dangling on his toes at first, then dropping to the floor with a clunk. I
stared at the shoe wondering what I should do next, but the decision was out of
my hands as Bill's toes were quickly pressing against my lips. I opened wide as
he shoved his foot forward, gagging on the rank smell of his feet and slick,
thin socks. I felt him wiggle his toes in my mouth, then I started to suck.
***
Bill finally ended his conversation and hung up the phone. By then he had both
shoes off and I was sucking on the second when he simply planted his feet and
shoved, sliding his chair back. I moaned as he peered down at me with a
chuckle.
"Seems we found your lot in life, Jimmy," he laughed glancing at Sandra. I saw
that she was trying to do her work but was having a hard time not watching me as
well. I felt Bill kicking me in the face-
"Lay on your back," he ordered, kicking me over and over to move faster and to
get into the position he wanted. When he stopped I was laying with my head
right beneath Sandra's bobbing heel, and he finished by crossing his leg and
planting his foot in my crotch, laughing as I moaned again.
"Want to use him, Sandra?" he asked and I saw her fluster.
"Oh, Bill... no..."
"Go ahead," Bill offered. "He's gonna be down here a lot- part of his new job.
You may as well benefit too."
"I couldn't..."
"Go ahead," he chuckled, grinding his heel into my groin. "He makes a great
foot rest."
Sandra obviously was torn. She did not want to participate I thought, but too
she knew that Bill would persist until she did. Finally, tentatively she raised
her feet and put them on my chest.
"C'mon, Sandy," Bill chided, urging her on. "Use him. He loves it."
I saw Sandra sigh, looking at me apologetically but she finally adjusted her
feet until she was comfortable. Her chair slid as she recrossed her legs and
suddenly the sole of her shoe was scraping across my face. I moaned and her
heel slid right into my open mouth-
"Oh, God..."
Bill laughed, touching her arm. "Don't worry. He's fine." Then he glared down
at me. "Suck it!" he commanded, and I did.
Sandra gasped again as I started to suck on the heel of her shoe. She stared at
me, watching with fascination but she did not move her foot.
"See?" Bill chuckled. "No fire or brimstone- no lightning. Meet Jimmy the
porter, our own personal shoe shine boy." Bill laughed out loud and even Sandra
had to giggle at that. She watched for a bit longer as I sucked on the heel of
her shoe, looking up at her pathetically. Finally though she shifted her
attention and got back to work. I saw Bill slip his feet back into his shoes as
well, following suit. He planted his feet back in my groin and left them
there...
