Barefoot

The Siluvara Files
The Many Journeys of Ian Scranton
Chapter 2: The Memories of Trees

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The Siluvara Files
The Many Journeys of Ian Scranton
Chapter 1: Out of the Frying Pan

Back Alley Bootlicker and Dirty Foot Slave

Another hot summer night meant no sleep and the only way to get relief was to go for a car ride, maybe downtown to get more beer and check to see if Mary was panhandling tonight.

The Dirty Boots of Dusty Rose - Part 7 - Serving the Chinese Whore

The phone rang and Johnny could see on his call display it said Public Phone – he knew it must be one of three women – Dusty, Lucy, or Miss Susie the Chinese whore who lived in Dusty’s building. He answered, it was Miss Susie. He remembered that Dusty said he had permission to see her if she wanted him to clean her room. Sure enough she wanted him to come over and bring money.

The Dirty Boots of Dusty Rose - Part 4 - Dirty Foot Slave

Johnny was an hour early as his car pulled up a block away from Dusty’s bus stop. His ass was still sore from the ass fucking and beating he got the night before. But he wanted more. His cock was already hard thinking about it. A motorcycle flew by his window.

The Dirty Boots of Dusty Rose

Part 3 – The First Humiliation

Johnny’s ass was burning from the asswhipping as he slowly licked at the dog shit on Dusty’s dirty boot. “Come on bitch, lick it like you like it,” she said as she grabbed the back of his head and shoved it into the muck on her boot.

The Dirty Boots of Dusty Rose

Part 2 - Dusty’s New Bootlicker

It was 10:04 pm and Johnny’s heart jumped as he saw the stranger’s car pull up to the bus stop. The door opened and the first thing he saw was the laced up knee high black leather boot step out. But the boot was clean and not caked in mud as before. He was a little disappointed, but still excited to see Dusty exit from the car and take a seat at her bus stop to wait for another customer.

The Dirty Boots of Dusty Rose

Part 1 – The Street Whore

Dusty Rose was an American Indian who was extremely attractive but a little on the plump side and she always wore a little too much makeup. She was constantly getting rips in the ass of her jeans because her ass was bigger than what the jeans could hold. When the rips opened up the ass below the pocket, one could see she was either wearing no underwear or just a pair of black pantyhose that looked shredded. She really didn’t care if her ass was exposed. It was good for business. She was a street hooker who worked down on the east side. The other girls there did it mostly for drugs and money for their pimps. Dusty did it because she liked being a whore, having control, and getting paid for it.

Part 1 – Live & Exclusive

You might think that a society, any society, which glories in slavery to the extent that it has a whole television channel devoted to the subject, is a somewhat depraved and perverse society. But you’d be wrong.

It soon came to pass that I was to become more than just Sally's servant at work. She decided that she would take me on as her full-time servant, or to be exact about it, slave, as I was not to be paid a penny for my servitude.