Bonnie & Pam II
      Submitted on 08/26/06


My ass was still burning as I crawled along the perimeter of the cement 
patio. The spanking that Pam had given me just an hour or so before was 
still etched clearly in my mind as I inched along with a pair of scissors, 
trimming away meticulously at the stray blades of grass that dared to grow 
up and over the concrete. My knees were rubbing raw and aching from the 
gravelly stone, grit digging and scraping into my skin if I was not careful. 
I was hot and sweating, and sunburned too from my half day in the sun. In 
short, I was miserable.

I wondered for the umpteenth time as I eased along the patio's edge, just 
what had I done to deserve this? I had simply grown up, or so I thought, but 
apparently with puberty does not come wisdom. My mother had caught me 
masturbating when she had come home early from work one day, and my world 
had changed for the worse. Mom had put me under figurative lock and key - 
house arrest I suppose. And she gave me a list of endless chores to do while 
she was at work to keep me too busy during the day when I was alone to 
indulge my filthy habits and fantasies over my summer break from school. At 
least that was her idea.

And it had worked, to a point. I still had my fantasies of course, but Mom 
kept me in check with both threats of punishment as well as promises of 
reward depending on my performance. She inspected me every morning to see if 
I had 'behaved' over night - not played with myself that is - and then 
inspected my work over the day when she got home. She promised to give me 
release for a job well done, but as yet she has always found a reason to 
deny my ultimate treat.

Worse yet, she has/ had kept fueling the fire of my fetishes by giving me 
the slightest taste of her feet, teasing me to erection way too often by 
allowing me to grovel for her, then pulling me up short when I became too 
excited. It was hell for me, but as I said, it worked. So well in fact that 
she had decided to loan me out to her friend and our neighbor, Bonnie. I had 
done my duties too well it seemed, and Mom was running out of chores, so it 
fell on Bonnie (and her daughter Pam) to be my baby-sitter off and on.

The neighbors of course loved the idea and jumped at the chance to have a 
virtual 'slave' at their beck and call if even for just a couple days a 
week. Bonnie and Pam found countless ways to keep me occupied and on edge; 
cleaning their house and grounds, waiting on them hand and foot and all the 
while teasing me with their sexy feet and legs. They all knew how to push my 
buttons it seemed, and I was at that age when a strong breeze would make me 
stiff. As I've said before, it was heaven and hell, emphasis on the latter.

So there I was, aching and hurting from the drudgery as well as the harsh 
and heavy spanking that Pam had given as punishment for 'accidentally' 
dumping grass clippings on her pretty feet. I suspect that Pam had 'bumped' 
me on purpose, but god forbid I protest. I can only imagine how much worse 
the flip-flop smack down would have been if I had not submitted myself to 
her lap. Now I was crawling about the patio doing a bit of busy work for the 
pleasure of my sitters, trying to keep my hard on in check as I held my 
whimpering to a minimum.

God it hurt.

I was easing backwards in the direction of my sitters, my ass swaying back 
and forth as I snipped at the grass while they lounged in their lawn chairs 
sipping cool drinks in the shade of the patio's cover. They were simply 
chatting throughout, making small talk and ignoring me more or less, though 
occasionally I heard my name or 'he' this or that, followed by barely hushed 
laughter. I could see Pam's feet and legs out of the corner of my eye, her 
ankles crossed and the rubber sole of her black thong occasionally slapping 
at the sole of her foot. Just enough to draw my attention and keep me going. 
Pushing buttons -

I almost squealed as I felt one of her fingernails suddenly scratch at my 
ass as she slid her finger into the back of my briefs and tugged them down a 
bit. That was the last dignity that they had allowed me; keeping my 
underwear on throughout my work, though they had no qualms or hesitation in 
exposing me when they chose to.

"Oooo." I heard Pam's soft coo as she tugged my briefs down a bit farther, 
the back of her hand sliding across my ass cheeks. "Still warm," she 
giggled, "and look how purple already." Pam twisted her hand about and I 
felt her fingers close and pinch. I squealed again, whining as she cruelly 
applied pressure, laughing as I squirmed in her grip.

I was gasping for breath and trying to choke back my sobs when she finally 
released me. "He squeals like a pig," she laughed and her mother joined in.

"Starting to smell like one too. We'll have to give him a bath before Jan 
gets home."

"Yeah."

I heard the wheels turning in Pam's head as she answered that with something 
close to breathless anticipation. Luckily and literally the bell saved me as 
we all jumped to hear the telephone ring inside the house -

"Shit!" Pam cursed and leapt from her chair, jogging towards the house. "I 
got it."

I watched as she ran off, her long tan legs swinging, her ass swaying and 
barely contained in her raggedy denim cut offs. I could hear the slap of her 
flip-flops as she mounted the short steps and disappeared into the house. I 
had always had a bit of a crush on Pam, and now it seemed that had run its 
course to lust with the recent events.

I felt a weight suddenly on my back - my sunburned back - and I groaned as 
Bonnie shifted her legs to a comfortable position, her feet angled just to 
the right of my head. Immediately I could smell the mixed odors of her feet 
and sweat encased all day in the soft leather of her wedge clogs. I wanted 
to watch as her toes flexed and moved beneath the worn, white leather, as 
the sole of the shoe flapped against her foot, fanning the scent to my nose 
like a bellows. It was both torture and exciting, and horrible too as 
finally I had to turn away and get a breath of fresh air.

"Ha-hah!" Bonnie laughed, thumping my ear with her shoe. "That too much for 
you, boy? Do my feet offend?" she asked, pressing her toecap against my ear. 
I bit my lip and grimaced -

"No, ma'am."

"Hmmph," she snorted. "Doesn't look that way to me." Bonnie's feet shifted a 
bit, and I heard the soft shish as she popped first one shoe, and then the 
other off of her feet and let them fall to the grass right beneath my head. 
I stared at her shoes, feeling my urges swelling again as the odors rose up, 
calling to me.

"Why don't you clean them up for me, they're so foul. Go on." Bonnie's 
toenail now scratched at the side of my face and I could smell her feet in 
full. She was wearing dark hose and they had soaked up the smell of sweat 
and vinegar it seemed, mingling with the traces of whatever soap she 
enjoyed. Bonnie was a very clean woman, don't get me wrong, but walking 
around in the leather and hose on such a hot humid day would taint even the 
best of us.

She kept digging into my ear with her toe until I bent too low and she had 
to finally adjust her legs more onto the small of my back. That oddly hurt 
all the more, as I had been crawling around and working from my knees most 
of the day. The added weight and the odd angle now made my knees hurt even 
more, But I tried to ignore the pain as I eased over, ever lower towards my 
prize.

I set the scissors aside as I tentatively reached out, gently picking up the 
closer of Bonnie's discarded shoes. It was hard keeping my emotions in 
control, harder still to keep from exploding right there and I could not 
believe that the mere feel of the soft leather in my hand would set my pulse 
racing. I was dripping sweat, drops splashing on the dirty leather as I 
brought it closer to my face. I breathed in long and hard the heady aroma, a 
smell that had had me gagging almost just a moment before, but now smelt 
akin to flowers in my rush. Why did this turn me on so? I didn't care at 
that point as I stretched out my tongue and started to lick.

God, it tasted awful and wonderful all at once. I could feel dried mud and 
grit along the edge of the sole and a dusty film worn into the shoe itself 
from constant wear. I lavished the leather with long, drawn out licks, my 
tongue taking away the bitter taste and me swallowing it down, trying to 
work up more saliva for the next. I kissed gingerly about the toe and sides, 
my tongue thrashing in my mouth to build up more spit to clean the shoe. I 
was in ecstasy of a sort, lost in the degrading task and loving every minute 
of it.

"Don't forget the bottom, bitch."

Bonnie's voice snapped me back to reality, not a moment too soon. My 
erection was throbbing and I could feel a dampness that was not all sweat. I 
focused as I flipped the shoe over and started on the black rubber sole. It 
was filthy of course, and I was gagging as the dirt and grit went into my 
mouth and throat.

"And the insides, stupid," Bonnie urged, the heel of her foot thumping into 
my back. "Jan better train you how to shine shoes a little better, boy. You 
get too distracted," she sniggered, thumping me again.

I turned the shoe over, complying as I eased my face into the shadowy 
insides. The smell was rank within: sweat, soap, perfume all mingling with 
Bonnie's natural foot odor. I breathed deeply again as I tried to remain 
calm, licking at the damp insole. The taste was disgusting, but I endured, 
and enjoyed.

I was blowing the insides of the second shoe dry for Bonnie's pleasure when 
I heard the back screen door slam shut. I glanced up to see Pam laughing 
from the steps, almost doubled over and pointing at me groveling under her 
mother's feet and worshipping her shoes. I blushed red and hung my head 
again, my emotions swinging low as the humiliation washed over me again.

"Who was that on the phone?" Bonnie asked as she lifted her legs from my 
back.

"Robin. and Tasha." Pam barely got out between laughs. I heard her footfalls 
on the cement as she approached, and glanced back at the new sound only then 
realizing that she had changed clothes. She wore the same camisole, but had 
changed into a pair of flare legged, hip hugging jeans that combined with 
the shirt, showed off her smooth stomach appealingly. She wore a studded 
leather belt, which hung low on her hips, and had replaced her flip-flops 
with a pair of black leather high top Avias that teasingly peeked from the 
frayed cuffs of her jeans with each step. Too, she had added silver rings 
and bracelets and big hoop earrings, a strappy leather purse slung over her 
shoulder. "They want me to join 'em at the mall. Apparently Marshall's is 
having a HUGE sale. Can I go?"

I saw Bonnie's foot and leg extend by my face, and she simply pointed and 
twirled her foot to indicate that I should put her shoes back on her feet. I 
did.

"On a couple conditions," Bonnie answered as I slid her right shoe gently 
onto her foot. She crossed her legs then, her left foot bobbing in front of 
me for the same attention. "Take your cell phone."

"Like I wouldn't?" Pam grumbled, obviously anxious to go.

"And take 'her' with you." Bonnie's foot slapped me upside the head hard 
enough to get me to ease to the side. I looked up and saw Pam scowling, her 
hands on her hips.

"God mom," she whined, wrinkling her nose as she looked me up and down. "He's 
filthy, and he stinks. Everyone will think he's my date or something."

"Oh, I doubt that," Bonnie chuckled as she stood and walked over to the side 
of the house. I saw her stoop over in a corner near a patch of ivy and when 
she stood she held the gun grip of the dripping garden hose. "I'll get him 
cleaned up. You go get his clothes."

Bonnie snapped her fingers while Pam grumbled and stormed back inside. I was 
ordered into the middle of the lawn, and no sooner had I crawled into 
position than Bonnie opened fire with the hose. It hurt, the pressure of the 
water spattering my sunburn, but at the same time it felt great as I was 
burning up from the heat. Bonnie laughed as she soaked me, strolling around 
and blasting my sweaty body from every angle. She paid special attention to 
my rear end, and seemed to linger there for some time as I whined and 
squirmed on the grass, the water pressure stinging my already sore ass. I 
was actually clawing at the ground, ready to start begging for her to stop 
when something fell into the line of fire -

"Oops!" I heard Pam's voice raised in a mocking tone of apology. As the 
water flow stop I glanced back and saw that she had 'accidentally' dropped 
my clothes into the water, soaking them. No doubt she hoped to leave me 
behind if I had nothing to wear. Bonnie however did not seem disturbed.

"Too bad," she snickered, looping the hose about its base and strolling back 
to me. I looked up as she stopped right before me and I shivered at the evil 
grin, the cruel sparkle I saw in her eyes.

"I guess we'll just have to find her something else to wear."

***

"Just stay down."

I felt Pam's hand on the back of my head as she emphasized her command by 
shoving my face to the floor at her feet. We were in her car - a 
Volkswagen - she in the driver's seat and me kneeling on the floor in the 
passenger's side with my head and neck draped over the hump between. It was 
a newer model, thankfully, and an automatic or my head would have been 
locked into place by the gearshift. Instead, Pam adjusted her leg to press 
against my head, with my face plastered on the gritty floor mat.

"You can make yourself useful and keep busy by licking the mat down there 
for the ride," she suggested as she turned the key and revved the engine to 
life. I felt the rumble and grind as she shifted the car into drive and 
eased out onto the street, gradually picking up speed.

I did as she ordered and started licking the filthy rubber beneath her feet. 
It was degrading again, but I was getting used to that, a bit anyway. I 
quickly found myself getting hard as well as I watched her feet shifting 
just a few inches away, pumping the gas pedal and easing onto the brake when 
needed. It was like watching some surreal ballet from my position, a worm's 
eye view of poetry in motion, though I suppose I was somewhat biased. I 
loved feet.

I could feel the tension easing from Pam if just a little as we drove. She 
had not wanted me tagging along, and thought that she had solved the problem 
when she had soaked my clothes. Bonnie however had casually walked into the 
house, ordering Pam to watch me as I stood at attention drying in the sun. 
It was so hot that I dried in the short time that the mother was gone, and I'm 
certain that Pam's burning gaze sped the process along as well.

Bonnie had returned with a bundle of clothes wadded in one hand and a pair 
of flip-flops in the other. I moaned and sagged as I saw that everything she 
held was a varying shade of pink; the baggy shorts hot, the tee shirt pale, 
and the flip-flops shocking and each of the last adorned with a vibrant 
rubber flower atop the thong.

"God, mom." Pam whined as her mother commanded me to get dressed. "He can't 
wear those! I'll be a laughing stock." For once Pam and I agreed, and I 
hoped that Bonnie would relent. No such luck.

"No, he'll be the laughing stock if you handle yourself right." Bonnie 
smirked as I finished dressing. The clothes were obviously hers, as though I 
was slight I would not have fit so loosely in any of Pam's things. I felt 
the fool though, standing there at attention - in more ways than one - while 
the two women inspected me. Bonnie actually circled me and tugged at the hem 
of the tee shirt when she got behind me. "Not a bad fit," she approved as 
she returned to face me, then turned to Pam.

"Just remember that you're in charge," she suggested, "and make sure that 
people realize that. He's the one that'll get laughed at, not you. Play it 
up."

Pam had sighed and folded her arms across her chest. She was still staring 
me daggers, but finally she nodded.

"Okay."

"Okay."

I blinked, realizing that the car had stopped. I had apparently day dreamed 
through the entire drive to the mall and Pam was suddenly speaking to me -

"Get up," she ordered, shifting her legs and feet a bit to allow me to 
struggle to a kneeling position. I looked up at her and she twisted her lips 
in disgust. "You're filthy," she said as she reached right past me and 
flipped open the glove compartment. As she leaned I was unable to turn away 
and got a nice view of her cleavage before she slammed the compartment shut 
and settled back in her seat. Our eyes met and she realized what had 
happened and finally she smirked.

"Hope you enjoyed that," she said coldly, grinning. "You'll have to pay for 
the show. Nothing's free." She smiled as she ripped open a small square 
packet in her hands and produced a folded, moist tissue. She flipped it open 
and roughly rubbed it over my face, wiping away the dirt and dust that had 
accumulated there. When she finished she wadded the used tissue and was 
going to toss it when an evil gleam sparkled in her eye again. There was a 
lot of that.

"Open," she said, and I opened my mouth only to have her shove the tissue 
in. She poked it back with her finger until I gagged, and then withdrew, 
commanding me to close. "You suck on that while we're inside. That'll keep 
you busy and quiet too, so you don't say anything stupid to embarrass me.

"And if you DO embarrass me, I WILL drape you over my knees and beat your 
ass right there in the middle of the mall. Understand?"

Eyes wide with fear and dread I nodded, and she smiled.

"Good," she said and gathered her purse, dropping her keys in as she opened 
her door. I watched as she swung her long legs out and stood at the car's 
side. After a moment she snapped her fingers for me to follow. I slowly, 
achingly crawled over the seat and out onto the hot pavement, ready to get 
down on all fours at her feet -

"Stand up, stupid!" she snapped, her hand slapping off my ear. I whined, but 
quickly stood out of the way as she shut and locked the door and turned on 
the alarm. She then turned to me and showed me that her scowl had returned.

"You'll walk, and normally. Don't draw attention to yourself," she said 
looking me up and down, "well, anymore than necessary. Just walk behind me 
and try not to act an ass." And with that Pam turned on her heel and headed 
towards the mall's entrance. I hung my head and simply stared at her heels 
as I glumly followed along.

Despite the heat and humidity, or maybe because of it, the parking lot was 
bustling with people. Out shopping I supposed, trying to beat the heat in 
the air-conditioned mall, we must have passed dozens just on the way to the 
entrance. I did not look up as I was already flushed red with embarrassment, 
but I could hear them walking past; the hushed whispers and muted 
conversation, and of course the laughter.

I just kept watching Pam in front of me, trying to match her determined 
stride. She was apparently just as embarrassed as I was, and that actually 
made my long walk a little more bearable. Of course it quickly got worse.

We entered through the main doors, stepping through the foyer and both 
melted in the luxury of the air-conditioning. It was sinfully cool within, 
and the air tasted fresh and clean. Muzak played lightly coming from 
everywhere, always in the background to mellow out the shoppers and dull the 
senses. The floors were almost spotless despite the constant stream of 
traffic, and I could see the wavering pink blur that was my reflection as we 
hurried along.

Pam was apparently heading somewhere specific and did not want to dawdle as 
she weaved her way through the shoppers. Of course there were more inside 
than out, and I heard even more comments following us as we passed:

"Why's he dressed like that?"

"He's so red."

"Brother and sister?"

".being punished I think."

And so on. Most people simply stopped and stared and burst out laughing. I 
heard whistles and catcalls as we approached the escalators and boarded, 
forced to ride rather than walk as they were clogged and crowded. I stared 
at Pam's feet as she angled towards me -

"God, why did mom have to do this to me?" she grumbled. "I blame you!" she 
hissed, and for a second I cringed, expecting to get slapped. Pam simply 
turned though and stepped from the moving stairs, expecting me to follow.

I realized that we were heading to the Food Circus by then. I had been in 
the mall before, and knew the layout somewhat. As we approached I took a 
chance and glanced up. Everyone was either watching our approach already, or 
turning to see what the commotion was. It got really quiet the closer we got 
until all that I heard was a low murmur of voices, the Muzak, and the dull 
sound of my flip-flops slapping the floor as I hurried along. Oddly the 
sound being mine did not excite me, rather, made me shrivel as I realized 
again how ridiculous I looked.

I saw someone wave from a table way across the food court, and recognized 
that it was Robin. She actually lived on our street, though in the next 
block and was the same grade and age as Pam. She saw me then in tow, and I 
saw a strange look pass over her face as she quickly lowered her arm.

Robin was cute, though pleasantly plump I suppose with long, blonde hair and 
smooth, though pale skin. She was dressed in navy blue shorts and a V-neck 
top that showed off her nice set of tits, with a pale blue blouse over that, 
unbuttoned and with the sleeves turned up. She was wearing a pair of 
wire-rimmed glasses that I had never seen before, but thought they gave her 
a sort of sexy, intelligent look for some reason. Next to her sat another 
girl whom I had seen at school, but never met.

Tasha was one of the few black girls that attended the Senior High. She was 
pretty I thought, and intelligent I supposed as she always seemed to be in 
the school's paper for winning some award in Debate or the Torch Honors or 
something. She was a cheerleader to boot. She was slim and wearing a green 
shell top over a pair of blue jeans almost matching Pam, though not quite. 
Both she and Robin's eyes were huge as we approached, Pam quickly and 
silently sliding into one of the vacant plastic chairs and forcing a low 
greeting to her friends.

There was silence for a moment as Robin and Tasha stared at me, looking me 
up and down in astonishment. I could feel the tension oozing off of Pam as 
she glanced at me and hissed -

"Sit down, moron!"

I complied, looking at the other two girls who finally could no longer 
contain themselves and burst out laughing -

"God, Pam!" Tasha said, trying not to shout. "Who's this? Your boyfriend?"

"No." Pam groaned through gritted teeth.

"This is Billy," Robin offered. "He lives next door to Pam. Hiya, Billy!"

"Hhhn." I mumbled around the tissue in my mouth and Robin laughed again.

"You two finally got together, hunh?" Robin asked and Tasha almost fell out 
of her chair she was laughing so hard.

"NO!" Pam snapped, and clenched her fists in her lap. I heard her sigh then 
after a moment, and when she spoke next her voice was more or less under 
control again. "No, we are not together. Billy is NOT my boyfriend." She 
giggled then, looking at me out of the corner of her eye. "I'm baby-sitting 
him."

All three broke up then in a loud, squealing round of laughter. You know how 
girls get when they're together, especially when they have someone to gossip 
about. or humiliate.

"Baby-sit," Tasha finally said as she wiped tears from the corners of her 
eyes, almost gasping for breath. "I've seen this. guy?" she giggled. "Isn't 
he like a year behind us or something?" Pam nodded -

"He's two years younger than me, but his folks don't trust him to be alone. 
In fact."

Pam leaned in and beckoned her friends closer. Both Robin and Tasha complied 
and I started to really glow red as I realized that Pam was telling them the 
story, all the dirt of the last few weeks. I watched as Pam got more and 
more into it, her own embarrassment fading as the other two girls hung on 
her every word. They laughed at the proper places, gasped in others but did 
not interrupt once as they soaked up Pam's more than slightly skewed 
rendition of my recent humiliations.

I was feeling like two inches tall when my sitter finally finished and all 
three girls stared at me like giant cats about to devour tiny me. I 
swallowed hard and hung my head, waiting.

"He does everything you say?" Robin finally asked, breaking the eerie 
silence. I could tell that the people at the nearby tables were listening as 
well by the lack of chatter that usually dinned through the Food Circus. I 
was too embarrassed to look though at that point, and more intent on what 
was about to happen to me.

"Yep," Pam said with a newfound pride in her voice. "If he doesn't want his 
ass whipped he does. He's been scrubbing and cleaning the house all morning, 
and later working in the yard and waiting on me and mom like our own little 
maid - "

"Sounds more like a slave," Tasha purred and I had to glance up at that. She 
was wearing a wicked grin that made me shiver as I quickly averted my eyes 
again. Tasha giggled.

"Make him do something," Robin said, and Tasha agreed.

"Like what?" Pam asked. As if I didn't know what was coming.

"You said he kisses feet," Tasha said coyly. "Let's see that."

"Right here?" Pam asked, astounded, but I could hear the excitement lacing 
her voice as well. God, I was getting excited again just hearing them talk 
about me like I was a thing or a toy... A pet.

"Why not?" Tasha asked. "What's he gonna do? Get embarrassed? Look at him."

The girls laughed again as they all stared at me. I knew that I looked like 
a sissy in my Bonnie hand-me-downs, but I had gotten used to enduring that 
embarrassment.

"What about Security?" Robin asked as she looked around. Hopefully the 
threat of the mall rent-a-cops would make them change their minds, but no.

"They show up, we stop. What's the big deal?" Tasha had it all figured out. 
She was a cool one, and a cruel one as well I was soon to learn. "They flick 
us shit, we leave. Their loss, right? We ARE the customers, after all."

Pam thought for just about a second before she agreed and turned to glare at 
me with a conceited, superior smile -

"Get under the table, Billy," she ordered. I gave her a hopeful look, 
longing for her to reconsider, but she simply pointed to the dirty tiles at 
her feet. I nodded, scooted my chair back and crawled down to the floor 
under the table.

I immediately heard the low buzz of whispers and laughter start up from the 
tables closest to ours, but I ignored that as I stared lustfully at the 
three sets of feet that now surrounded me. Pam crossed her legs, right over 
left and started kicking her foot just a bit, making me stare at her black 
Avias. I skittered back, both to give her room as well as to get a better 
view of the other feet. Directly in front of me were Tasha's feet, wrapped 
in a pair of bright green Converse All-Star High Tops that matched her shirt 
perfectly. I licked my lips as she shifted her position and drew her feet 
back, crossing one behind the other at the ankles. I looked up and saw her 
pretty face peering under the table at me, almost a dark reflection of Robin's 
also looking down to the left. Robin's legs were crossed as well, and she 
had on a pair of pale blue leather Skechers that matched her blouse and 
accentuated with a darker suede trim at the heel and toe and stripes along 
the sides. They looked spotless, and seemed almost painted on they were so 
smooth and seamless.

The three girls giggled as Pam kicked me in the ribs to break me out of my 
trance. I had to twist about to look at her mocking face, and I hung my head 
when she laughed at how pathetic I was.

"Get to it!" she commanded, and I looked up and opened my mouth to reveal 
the tissue that she had apparently forgotten. Pam grinned and told me to 
spit it out, emphasizing her command with another jab to my ribs. I bent low 
and spit out the tissue before turning my attention to the bright white 
toecap of Tasha's 'Chucks'.

Now I'm fairly clueless when it comes to girls, however I have noticed that 
when they are out in public, most of them take meticulous care to every 
detail of their appearance. Hoping to impress I imagine, or maybe hook in 
the BIG fish of their dreams, whatever, from the top of their head to the 
soles of their shoes, they are always in control of their appearance and 
sparkling. Thus, as I slaved away under the table shifting my attention from 
foot to foot I noticed a remarkable difference between the six feet I was 
attending compared to Bonnie and Pam's earlier, and even my mother's.

Their shoes were almost immaculate, and all three sets of feet smelled more 
of powder and perfume than they did of sweat. There was the intoxicating 
scent of leather and rubber of course, but as far as foot odor there was 
none, or it was masked to such a degree as to be invisible. And that made it 
all the more enjoyable for me.

I forgot that I was on my hands and knees, crawling around on the grimy 
white tiles of the Food Circus in the mall. I forgot that I was literally on 
display, humiliating myself for anyone near enough to enjoy the show. I 
forgot that my knees were rubbed raw and aching and that my ass still burned 
from my spanking. My whole world faded away save for the six feet and shoes 
that were presented before me for my undivided attention. I ignored the 
rising tide of laughter and conversation that grew louder and louder as I 
focused on the soft leather of Robin's Skechers. I tuned out the drone of 
Muzak as I licked at the new, grooved and ridged rubber soles of Tasha's 
Chuck Taylor's. Even Pam's Avias seemed almost brand new, though the soles 
of her shoes contained a bit more grime than her friend's shoes as we had 
just come in from the parking lot, and they had been walking the mall for 
awhile -

Something bounced off of my head and brought me back to reality. I stared 
and saw a ketchup coated French fry lying in front of me on the floor. I 
looked up to a chorus of giggles and saw Tasha running her tongue 
seductively across her sparkling white teeth.

"That's for you, boy," she said, grinning evilly. I licked my lips and bent 
down, wanting to please her for some reason. I felt like I was going to 
explode as I inched closer -

Only to have Tasha's foot slam down on the fry. Ketchup squirted out and 
splattered across the tiled floor and into my face. I blinked and saw the 
front half of the fry poking from beneath her shoe, a smattering of ketchup 
smearing that otherwise pristine white as well. I heard Robin and Pam 
chuckling as Tasha ground down, like she was stamping out a cigarette.

"Well?" she purred, grinning down at me. I stared at her, hoping she would 
relent and end the scene, and at the same time force me to -

"Eat up, boy." She was loving this, and god help me, so was I.

I lowered my face to the floor at the toe of her shoe and started nibbling 
at what was there. It wasn't much, but I scooped it into my mouth with my 
tongue, chewed and swallowed. Without being told I began licking the ketchup 
from her shoe, and then to gasps from Pam and Robin I started licking the 
tiles at her feet, the ground that she walked on. Tasha's evil laugh rained 
down as she cocked her foot back on its heel to reveal the rest of the 
smashed French Fry, ground to a pulp and dripping and dangling from the sole 
of her Converse.

"Dessert, Billy," she said as she shoved her foot into my face, smearing the 
remains of the fry across my cheek. I lost it, moaning as I strained to lick 
her shoes. Gasping as the pent up frustration of the last few weeks finally 
exploded, gushing into my pink shorts. I felt dizzy and saw stars swirling 
as I struggled to do as I had been ordered, wanting to make Tasha happy for 
some reason, more than anything.

"Oh, god." I dimly heard Pam's voice but it was far away, like in a dream. 
"I think he just came."

Robin actually shrieked as Pam's cell phone went off, ironically an old 80's 
metal song on the ring tone - Quiet Riot I think. I only realized then that 
the Food Circus had become deathly still, and everyone had been watching me 
humiliate myself at the feet of the three girls. As I came back to my 
senses, exhausted and near collapsed at Tasha's feet (that were now resting 
casually on my face), I realized too that no one, not a single person had 
stepped up to help me. What had we become?

I heard the distinctive click of Pam's cell phone snapping shut followed by 
a string of curses -

"Shit!" she said, sliding back in her chair and standing. I felt her kicking 
at my legs sticking out from under the table. "C'mon, Billy! We gotta go!"

"What's wrong?" both Tasha and Robin asked, the latter getting up as well, 
and the former giving my head a final farewell shove as I struggled to get 
to my hands and knees, then crawl from beneath the table. There was a round 
of applause oddly, from a few of the people seated about us - spectators to 
my show and mainly the younger crowd. I saw Robin look around in confusion, 
but Pam ignored it, and Tasha was simply staring at me, biting her lip, her 
big brown eyes gleaming.

"That was my mom," Pam said, dropping her cell into her purse and grabbing 
me by the arm and dragging me stumbling behind as she hurried away.

"Jan's back!"



To be continued.

Story © Carnaj 2006