Part 2 - Bonnie's Boy
Submitted on 07/13/06
I was sweating when I was jerked awake that next morning.
My eyes snapped wide as I gasped for breath and shot bolt upright, staring
around the room. It took a moment to focus on my mother as she stepped back
and away, the sheets of my bed held in one hand and a surprised look on her
face. I had startled her apparently as much as she had startled me.
"Well, what the hell is wrong with you?" she asked as I gulped for air, my
chest heaving. I must have been in the middle of a nightmare for such a
violent reaction, and no wonder after what I had been going through for the
past few weeks. Long story short, my mother had caught me masturbating one
day when she came home early from work. Ever since I had been little more
than her servile drudge as punishment, the threat of telling my father and
friends of my perversion hanging over me, of tossing me out on my ass at the
very least. Like she was not adding to that perversion daily by making me
her virtual maid and foot slave. But there were threats and pictures to keep
me in check I suspected, and witnesses of course in the form of our
neighbors. And all for my own good as Mom was simply trying to wean me of my
perverted impulses.
Right.
"Bad dream," I said, gasping as I hung my head, wiping the sweat from my
face. It was hot in my room, and I noticed that the AC had been shut off
during the night. I glanced up at my mother, but she just twisted her lips
in a scowl and let the bedsheets fall to the side, as she looked me over for
'stains'. It was our normal morning ritual, but so far I had been a 'good
boy', as she liked to call me.
Mom was dressed for work already, wearing a dark suit jacket and skirt with
dark hose and heels. As usual her hair was tied up and back in a bun, her
ears adorned with wide, hoop earrings of silver that matched her wedding
ring and a series of bangle bracelets on her left wrist. Despite the fact
that she was my mother, I knew that she looked good- in a matronly,
schoolteacher kind of way. If she saw me looking, she ignored my leers and
slipped a thin finger into the waistband of my underwear, stretching the
band to inspect me. After a moment she let the elastic snap free, nodding
her satisfaction.
"Get cleaned up," she said, turning on her heel and striding towards the
door, "make your bed and get dressed. Make me late and there'll be hell to
pay."
I looked after her as she strolled from my room and suddenly remembered what
day it was. I probably paled, and I was shaking when I finally dragged my
ass out of bed and staggered to my bathroom. It was to be my first day with
the sitter.
Bonnie!
It was barely eight o'clock when my mother escorted me out the front door,
ordering me to wait as she locked up the house behind us. Mom was off to
work, and I was off to the neighbor's to be 'sat' for the day. I winced,
looking up into the cloudless blue sky. The sun was blazing down and I could
already feel the summer heat and humidity rising swiftly. I was going to be
miserable most of the day I suspected, working hard under Bonnie's
well-manicured thumb.
"C'mon," my mother said as she stepped from the porch and started across the
slim bit of grass that separated our house from the neighbor's. Mom
shouldered her purse after dropping her keys into her over-sized leather bag
and pulling out her sunglasses, sliding them onto her face. I followed
stoically; thankful that she had not made me crawl- something that was no
longer outside the realm of reason.
Mom rang the doorbell and almost instantly the front door to Bonnie's house
swung open as though she had seen us coming, or was maybe waiting right
behind the door. I looked up and saw our neighbor standing there, framed by
the frame. She was dressed in white shorts and a striped green and blue
sleeveless, V-neck top; both articles accentuating her robust tits and
well-rounded ass. Too, she had on her gray wiglet, her darkened glasses and
a ton of gold bangles and makeup. I licked my lips as she smiled at me,
almost hungrily I thought, and I looked down to stare at those soft white
leather clogs that I had cleaned the night before, again adorning her feet.
I heard her chuckle, unlocking the screen door.
"Hi Janet," she cooed, opening the metal screen door to let us in. My mother
declined however, waving off her invitation as she glanced at her
wristwatch.
"I'm running late, Bonnie. Sorry. I just have to dump him off and go."
"No problem, Jan," Bonnie said nodding with understanding. She held the door
for me then as my mother gave me a quick shove forward.
"You behave, Billy," she ordered, and I said I would, turning to look at her
a final time for some hope of rescue. She grinned, her eyes sparkling behind
the dark shaded glass of her sunglasses. "I'll be home about seven I guess.
That okay?" she asked of her friend and Bonnie nodded.
"Fine Jan. And don't worry, I'll keep our sissy boy busy all day."
Sissy Boy?
"Good," mom said as she stepped off. "I'll call at lunch," were her final
words as she hurried back across the lawn and got into her car. Bonnie and I
watched as she backed the Saturn out of the drive and sped off down the
street, turning towards the city at the far corner. She did not even say
goodbye.
I felt a sudden pain in my ear and whined as Bonnie gripped my left lobe and
twisted with an evil glee. She tugged me along and I followed.
"Get in here!" she commanded as she dragged me into her house, pulling me
and literally throwing me to the carpeted shag floor of her living room. I
fell of course, knowing well enough not to argue or fight back and simply
sat there staring at her and rubbing my ear as she locked, chained and
bolted the front door. Finally she turned and leaned back against the door,
sighing and with a wicked look on her face. She stared at me like a cat that
had cornered a crippled mouse. Time to play with dinner.
"How ya doin' Billy?" she asked, stepping away from the door and stopping
right in front of me. I did not know what she expected, but knew my place as
Mom had taught me. I stared at her shoes.
"Fine, Ma'am," I said humbly and heard her giggle.
"Ma'am. I like that," she said. "This can be fun for both of us, Billy, if
you behave and do like you're told. Give me any shit though and I'll strap
your ass, and tell your mother too. Got it?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good." She chuckled again and simply walked to the nearby couch and flopped
down, draping her feet on the coffee table and snapping her fingers. "Get me
some coffee," she ordered and I scrambled into the kitchen to comply.
Bonnie's house was really clean, and I could not imagine just what I would
have to do all day- or maybe I could. She had as much space in her house as
ours, but the area was cluttered as Bonnie seemed to like 'things' sitting
about. The Living room was full of furniture, and the kitchen was cramped
with a bar and chopping table, appliances lined tightly on the countertop.
Still, she had made coffee already, so I poured her a cup and hurried back
to where she waited.
She accepted my cup, taking a sip and then sending me back to add sugar and
milk. I returned again with the 'fixed' cup and she seemed satisfied as she
grinned at me, twirling her foot right in front of my face. She slapped the
insole of her clog against the sole of her foot and I almost creamed.
"You like that, don't you?" she asked, sipping her coffee.
"Yes, ma'am," I said, nodding, staring at her feet.
"Well, do a good job today and you get these later." She raised her feet
just a bit, laughing as I licked my lips. "Now strip!"
I blinked, looking at her in confusion. I should have seen it coming I
suppose, but I still stared in shock at her command.
"C'mon," she ordered, motioning for me to get to it. "No clothes for you.
Get to your skivvies."
I sagged, but it really was not much of a thing. I had on a tee shirt,
shorts and flip flops at Mom's suggestion, and it only took me a second or
two to get down to my briefs. Bonnie sniggered at my near nakedness.
"That'll do for now. Toss that stuff in the corner, then go do the dishes."
And so it began.
Bonnie's chores were not so different from those that my mother had made. Do
the dishes. Clean the kitchen. Vacuum and sweep the carpets. Dust, scrub,
polish, shine, etc. The main difference was that Bonnie was sitting there
watching me throughout. She did not lift a finger of course, except to snap
them and get me working harder. All the while she simply sat there in the
living room and watched my efforts. She would break my stride on occasion,
ordering more coffee or to light her cigarette, and I would. That was why I
was there after all.
It was probably three hours later when I heard the sound of a door creaking
and the soft pad of feet on the carpeting. I was on my hands and knees
scrubbing the tiles of the kitchen when I saw movement out of the corner of
my eye, followed by a quick gasp and then barely muffled laughter. It was a
laugh that I knew and hated.
I looked to my right, scrub brush in hand and saw a pretty pair of feet
standing on the recently polished tiles. I stared at the twitching toes, the
feet clad in black rubber flip-flops, my gaze drifting up the tanned
forever-long legs to the over-sized hockey jersey that was Pam's sleeping
dress. She looked only half-awake; a smile on her thin lips as she yawned
and stretched, running a hand through her disheveled hair.
"Wow." she purred, her voice soft as she stifled another yawn. Her big brown
eyes sparkled as she took in the sight of me on my knees in my underwear,
scrubbing the kitchen floor. "Somebody pinch me," she laughed as she stepped
into the room and to the coffee maker. She poured herself a cup, then turned
around and leaned against the edge of the counter. She sipped her coffee as
she stared at me with a tight, conceited grin.
"I guess I'm NOT dreaming," she chuckled. "You're still here. Hiya, Billy."
"Hello, ma'am," I said, fearing the worst and knowing I better show my peer
respect. Pam was Bonnie's daughter, but barely two years older than me.
Despite that, she had been my 'baby-sitter' all too often and I knew that my
mother held her in higher esteem than me.
"Miss."
I looked up and saw Bonnie standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She
smirked. "I'm Ma'am. Pam's 'Miss'."
"Yes ma'am." I got back to my scrubbing, hoping that they would leave me be.
Fat chance.
"Geez, mom," Pam said as she sipped at her coffee. "You got the little bitch
broken already. Where's the fun?" Pam leaned back and recrossed her legs at
the ankles. She wiggled her toes, probably for my benefit and I tried not to
stare at the pretty pink metallic polish sparkling on the nails.
"He's broke." Bonnie said as she stepped up. Her feet were right in front of
me now and in my way. I could not clean the floor, so I bent my head down
and sighed, looking at her shoes. "But he still has some bend in what's
left. Jan has him wrapped around her finger, but there's some play for us.
He's not the perfect little maid yet."
Maid?
Bonnie's shoe shot up and her toes thumped me in the chin.
"Day dreaming, boy? Back to work!" she snapped and kicked me harder in the
ear then. I whimpered and heard Pam laugh that nasty, harsh laugh.
"Gawd, mom."
I started scrubbing the floor around their feet as they towered over me,
unmoving. I knew best to avoid their shoes with my brush and did at least
until Pam slid her foot forward and into my scrubbing path. I stared at her
shiny silver-pink polish as she wiggled her sexy toes right under my nose. I
could smell the slight odor of her feet; the sweat and taint of the worn
rubber sandals. Finally I glanced up timidly and found her grinning.
"Well?" she asked, one eyebrow raising questioningly. I stared stupidly,
knowing full well what she wanted, but wanting her to tell me. She stared
back, unblinking however and finally I broke the deadlock and lowered my
face to her pretty foot. I started to lick.
"Ha-hah." she laughed, snorting almost. "Whatta wimp."
"Yeah, but he's our wimp."
Bonnie laughed and planted her foot on the back of my head, forcing my head
to the floor and making it all the harder to lick and kiss her daughter's
feet. Pam just laughed.
It was going to be a looooooonnnnnggggg day.
Story © Carnaj 2006