Her Toes in his Nose
      Submitted on 05/13/08


The Footslave squatted, naked, before his Mistress.  Hands clasped behind 
head, legs spread and straining wide, he squatted on tiptoe.  His naked body 
gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat.  The Mistress sat comfortable in a 
lounge chair before her footslave.  She extended one leg and rudely shoved 
her big toe deep into the left nostril of the slave, forcing his head back 
til he stared up at the ceiling.  Dexteriously, she filled his other nostril 
with her other big toe and laughed as she fucked his nose with her toes. 
The slave wobbled, almost losing the balancoe of his tip-toe squat.  If he 
should fal, he knew he would be beaten until he bled.

"Why are you squatting naked before me, slave, while I dig in your 
slave-nose with my toes?  Why is that?" the Mistress asked.

"Because I am a slave," answered the heavily perspiring animal.  She worked 
her toes deeper into his nostrils.

"Your nostrils are so stuffed and filled that they look like a gorilla's 
nostrils," the Mistress observed.  "Are you an animal?"

"Yes, I am not a man," he replied.  "I am an animal that licks and sucks 
toes."

"And eats what?

"Toe-jam and foot sweat."

The Mistress curled her other toes down to the mouth of the slave and pushed 
back his top lip.  "I am curious," she said.  "Why does it excite you, 
slave, to be squatting there like a naked dunce while my toes toy with you 
ugly face?  Why are you a foot slave?"

His words now sounded muffled as he tried to talk while her toes curled back 
his top lip, the toenails scraping the tender underside, droplets of blood 
appearing.  "I am a foot slave because I am NOT a man.  I am an animal that 
lives to breath feet, lick feet, worship feet, be punished by feet.  I am a 
foot-animal that crawls on its belly to eat sock lint and toe jam.  I am a - 
"

"SHUT UP!" the Mistress screamed and brought her black, braided whip down on 
the top of the slave's shaven skull leaving a bright red stripe atop its 
slick surface.  She giggled and whispered "Why do you let me whip you?"

"Because I am a dumb foot-sniffing beast that needs to be guided through 
pain and torture to become a greater foot-fool for your amusement.  I needed 
to be whipped because - "

"SHUT UP!" the Mistress screamed again and whipped the naked man-beast 
across his arched-back chest, connecting to his nipples.  One nipple began 
to bleed, dripping down his sweating rib-cage.  "Do you like my stinky toes 
shoved up your shamed nose?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Why," she asked, slowly fucking his flared nostrils with her big toes, in 
and out.  "Why should I be able to dig in your slave-nose with my toes? 
What sort of person would allow such an indignity?"

The slave's neck muscles were in agony.  He wobbled on tip-toe.  His body 
shook.  He had been squatting for an hour now, a spotlight shining down upon 
his bald head and naked body.  "I am not a person.  I am a pain-pig.  A 
foot-whore.  A crawling thing.  A creature.  I lick feet and eat toe-jam."

"SHUT UP!" screamed the Mistress, as she brought the crop down on his 
upthrust, throbbing, drooling erection, striping it.  This made the slave 
lose his balance and fall to the floor, her toes popping from his nostrils. 
"You are in trouble now, slave, do you realize it?"

The slave curled up into a pain-racked ball.  He knew he would be well 
whipped now.  He knew his erection would be stretched by rope across 
the closed toilet seat and it would cropped until it was black and blue.  He 
knew his balls would be pulled back between his legs, stretched to an anchor 
in the ceiling while he knelt on all foors.  They would be beaten til 
they swelled and turned purple.  He knew all of this would happen to him - 
and this was just for starters - and the thing was.....he truly loved 
it....for he truly loved his Mistress.