The Return of Bonnie
      Submitted on 06/14/06


And so it went.

Really, it wasn't so bad. Mom would hang a list of chores on the 
refrigerator everyday, but it was nothing too extreme. I would have to 
vacuum or dust, scrub the bathroom and kitchen, and on certain days she 
would suggest yard work like mowing, trimming, pruning, etc. Always, the 
last thing on her list- for my benefit- was to polish her shoes if I had the 
time. Some days I did, some I did not.

The downside of the new arrangement was mom's attitude, which excited me as 
well as humiliated me. Every morning before she went off to work she would 
come into my room and 'check' on my nocturnal activities. She would rip the 
bed sheets off of me and check for stains, then pull down my shorts and 
check within as well. Luckily I knew that she meant business, and I was a 
'good boy' as she put it. I did not want to be punished, and more I wanted 
the release that she had promised me, eventually.

I got no release however, of course. Mom was not stupid, and knew how to 
keep me in my place and under control. When she came home every night she 
always seemed to find some fault in my day's efforts and withheld my 'treat' 
for another day. I have to admit that I was aching after three days as her 
virtual maid, and getting desperate. She of course found no harm whatsoever 
in denying me my natural release.

It was Thursday night when things changed again- for the worse in my 
opinion. Mom had had me wrapped about her little finger for the better part 
of a week and groveling at her feet hoping for some release at that point. 
After she got home from work and checked my efforts she would usually have 
me attending her; waiting on her hand and foot, lighting cigarettes and 
getting her beers, licking her shoes of choice clean as she sat in her 
favorite chair and watched television. That night I was on my hands and 
knees with her bare feet crossed on my back as she watched 'Friends' while I 
licked the soles of her slippers clean. I heard her sigh when the doorbell 
rang, and she lifted her feet from my back.

"Get that," she said, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs after 
sliding her slippers onto her feet right under my nose. I could smell her 
feet; clean and fresh with powder and oils that I had earlier applied. Her 
toenails still glistened with the red polish that I had applied the night 
before. I nodded and crawled away, towards the door -

"Yes, ma'am," I said, getting to my knees as I raised up and undid the chain 
on the door and opened the locks. Mom had taken to chaining the door against 
getting surprised. Dad had been coming home late, lately, but better safe 
than sorry I suppose. I opened the door.

Laughter greeted me as I looked up to find Bonnie, the next-door neighbor 
standing on the threshold. She was looking down at me with a huge smile, 
laughing uproariously to find me there on my knees, in a pair of shorts but 
otherwise naked. She, like my mother was dressed in a shell top and shorts, 
otherwise laden with make-up, jewelry and her wiglet piled high on the back 
of her head. As I said before, there was something about her that excited 
me, but just what I did not know. She was not pretty, but she had a look of 
evil dominance about her that turned me on. I licked my licks and hung my 
head as I felt the flush of embarrassment, staring at her soft white leather 
clogs.

Bonnie kept laughing as she opened the screen door and stepped inside, her 
legs pushing me back and I scrambled to get out of the way as she shut the 
door behind her. She simply stood there, hovering over me as I stared at her 
feet.

"I see you've been busy," she said, and I started to answer as my mother 
did.

"Mmm- hmmmn."

I heard mom laugh as Bonnie slid her foot forward. I could see her toes 
twitching beneath the soft, white leather of her shoe. I knew what she 
wanted, and expected and lowered my head to kiss her foot and welcome her 
into our home. The scent of the leather and her feet was intoxicating, and I 
could feel my erection growing as I planted kisses on her toecap. It got 
even worse as I started to lick the dirt and grit from the worn leather.

After a bit Bonnie pulled her foot away and stepped past me, leaving me on 
my knees there in the foyer. I skittered about and watched as she sat in 
what was once my favorite chair. She crossed her legs and twirled her foot, 
letting the sole of her shoe clap against the sole of her stocking-clad 
foot. I bit my lip, feeling hot and humiliated, there on my knees.

They left me there without orders as they chatted. I simply stayed on 
all-fours as Bonnie explained that her family had went away for a few days 
on vacation; her, her husband and her daughter Pam. I had noticed that she 
had not been around- she generally came by three or four times a week at 
least- but now she was back and enjoying the change in the status quo.

"So, he's your slave now?" she asked rather blatantly with a wide grin and 
mom chuckled.

"No, not really." I looked up at my mother and saw her smiling my way. "He 
helps out, does the housework and stuff," she said, then proceeded to 
explain how she caught me masturbating and was using that against me. Bonnie 
was paying close attention throughout the tale, but laughing madly at the 
details. Apparently she loved the new situation, and found my predicament 
hilarious. She extended her leg and twirled her foot.

"I think that's great," she said as she dangled her clog from her toes. I 
stared, watching her foot, feeling the sweat building and my erection 
straining. "High time you put him in his place I think." She planted both 
feet on the floor and snapped her fingers.

I jumped, looking first at Bonnie who was pointing at her feet, and then at 
mom who was waving at me to crawl to her friend, our neighbor. I did.

"Kiss my shoes!" she commanded and I bowed right down and did so. The 
leather of her shoes was soft and the scent of the leather and her feet was 
well worn and intoxicating. I did not have to think twice as I bowed low and 
kissed, then started licking her clogs.

She kept me there for several minutes just kissing and licking while she and 
my mother gossiped. After a minute or so their words simply blurred to a 
drone of background noise, as I was so into my task. I was excited and near 
to bursting I thought when Bonnie finally pulled her feet away and up. I 
felt the sudden weight on my back then as she shifted position and got 
comfortable, crossing her legs at the ankles.

"This is damn nice," she cooed and I heard the sound of her cigarette 
lighter sparking. A moment later she sighed and blue smoke swirled about my 
face. "Pam will love this. I wish I had a little maid to help me around the 
house, though. My darling daughter's just too busy to get her hands dirty 
anymore." I could hear the sarcasm in her voice.

Pam was just a couple years older than me and at that age I guess where she 
wanted to get away from the 'rent' and be with her friends or whatever. I 
did too for that matter- or I had. Little chance of that now, as I was 
grounded for the duration, to put it mildly.

"Well," my mom said and I heard a bit of a giggle in her voice, which made 
me worry. "Why not?"

"Why not what?" Bonnie asked, digging her heel into my back.

"There's not that much for him to do here every day. I could easily loan him 
out to you a couple days a week. That'd help keep him out of trouble too."

"Really?" I could hear the excitement in Bonnie's response, all breathy and 
high-pitched. She shifted her feet again; bringing her legs up to prop the 
soles of her feet on my butt. "That'd be great, Jan. I could really use the 
help," she said as she tapped her feet on my ass, "and I'd put this little 
wimp through his paces."

Mom laughed. "Good. He needs to be shown his place, and I know you'll be 
less lenient than I am. He is my son after all, and I can't help but go easy 
on him."

Easy?

"It's settled then, and in fact," mom went on, lighting another cigarette, 
"you can have him tomorrow. I'll be at work for a couple extra hours, and I 
don't want him to get done and lazy."

"Don't worry, Jan," our neighbor said, taking her feet from my back. "I'll 
keep his ass too busy to think about masturbating." I felt Bonnie's foot on 
my ass as she gave me a shove that sent me almost sprawling forward. "Get me 
a beer!" she commanded, hearing her laughter as I crawled off towards the 
kitchen. I heard their voices drop to a whisper as I rounded the corner, and 
could not hear what they were saying. I shuddered to realize that they were 
probably planning my day tomorrow, and I felt my erection growing at the 
thought of it.

I was done.

Bonnie stayed for a couple hours, and a couple beers, and I spent the rest 
of the night as her footstool while she and mom chatted. Finally she yawned 
and stretched and stood up with her feet planted right under my face.

"I better get going," she said, tapping my chin with the toe of her shoe 
until I bent low and started kissing again. "I have a big day tomorrow, and 
have to decide how to use my new maid."

Both women laughed as Bonnie finally stepped to the door and stood there 
with her hands on her wide hips. She started tapping her foot on the tile 
foyer floor until I got the hint and crawled over to open the door for her.

"Good boy," she said, then saying her good byes to my mother, left. I closed 
and locked the door, starting to put on the chain when mom stopped me.

"Don't bother with that," she said. "Time for bed for you, young man." I 
glanced at the clock and found it surprisingly to be almost ten. They had 
kept me up well past my new bedtime.

"You know the rules, son," she said as I looked at her imploringly. I had 
hoped that I had done a good job, that tonight I might get some relief, but 
mom had other ideas, apparently. "If Bonnie gives a good report, maybe 
tomorrow you'll get something special, so you better be good for her. Don't 
embarrass me!"

She pointed down her crossed legs, to her foot and the slipper that dangled 
there. "Now come give mommy a kiss good night."

I crawled over to my mother and kissed her foot, her toes, the sole of her 
slipper. After a moment she kicked me back. She pointed towards my room 
imperiously, grinning, and I crawled off to bed.

I was raging as I finally got under the covers, sweating as I fought the 
urge to beat off. It was hard as hell, but I knew that if I did, if I 
disobeyed that it would be all the worse. I knew too that I needed to get to 
sleep. I was tired, and my tongue and mouth hurt, but I was certain that it 
would get worse before it got better. Tomorrow was going to be hell under 
Bonnie's heel.

Sleep unfortunately was a long time coming.

Story © Carnaj 2006