Domination

The Door to Door Footslave

Part 1

Master Peter knocked on the door of the run-down looking apartment. Kneeling at his feet, naked but for his slave shorts and collar and chain, was one of the company's footslaves.

Peter had been commissioned with drumming up as much business as possible in this poorer part of town as the company was desperate to expand its client base. They already had plenty of customers on the richer side of town, but the company directors were gambling that the poorer inhabitants, many of whom could not afford their own slaves, would embrace the services their company offered even more willingly - providing, of course, the price was right.

On and on Dave licked, carefully removing any dirt, grass, grit or who knows what from Kim's shoes and boots. Kim would have been amused to see him there on his knees cradling a pair of her hiking boots in his hands, removing the mud from the treads. His tongue began to hurt quite badly after about these boots. Removing the grit from the sharp edges of soles. These were tough boots and were suitably dirty as Kim liked to walk during her time out. He still brought them to as much of a shine as you can hiking boots, with delicately sucked clean laces.

Aurora Sexy Assassin

-by Joaquin (a.k.a. "bootboy" / "bootslover")
Dedicated to the lovely Aurora

EPISODE 1: "Death comes in black thong panties"

The long straight lonely highway stretch for several miles for as far as the eye could see. On both sides of it, a vast desert landscape, warm and only beginning to show signs of life as the sun steadily rose on the far horizon. Other than a frightened gecko that scurried pass across the wide deserted avenue and a flight of vultures overhead, and one patient rider well hidden behind a boulder, the infinite scenery was definitely lifeless.

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He lay shackled on the floor of his gloomy, windowless cell. Only the single, bare light bulb in the ceiling kept him from being in total darkness. The only sign of life was the occasional sound of the voices of the female guards outside the cell door as they patrolled the corridors.

It was more of a dungeon than a cell - straw on the ground for a bed; a hole in the ground for a toilet. The sole item of furniture was, somewhat bizarrely, a thick, heavy wooden chair in the middle of the room – a chair he couldn’t even reach far enough to sit on due to the chain connecting him to the wall. All he could do was lie or kneel in front of it. Why was there a chair in the middle of the room? It obviously wasn’t for his use. Who was it for?

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The family had all gathered in the living room to witness the arrival of Miss Aysha's new personal footslave.

Mr Iqbal, the head of the family, stood proudly beside his youngest daughter, 21 year-old Aysha, as they waited for Abdul, the family's slave-overseer, to bring in the new slave to pay homage to Aysha's feet for the first time. It was always a fun time for the whole family - the breaking in of a new slave.

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He awoke early that morning. As he lay face down in the dark compartment in which he was confined he could hear the first stirrings of activity in the town square directly outside. The free citizens of Barbaria were beginning to go about their daily business, which meant he would be starting work soon also.

She would be here soon to open up the hatch - ready for him to stick out his head. He was familiar with the routine by now. Sure enough he heard footsteps approaching outside, followed by a bright shaft of light suddenly engulfing the gloomy confines of his prison.

The Special Red Carpet p. Seven

It wasn’t but a moment after Britney had went inside, before he spotted Christina Aguilera coming up the drive. She had a mischievous grin on her face, and her eyes gleamed with excitement. She had seen what Britney had done and knew she could top it.

Christina came strutting up to his side, in a pair off skimpy short-shorts and flimsy top, her high-heel boots clicking loudly on the pavement. Looking down into his eyes, she lifted up one of her boots placing the heel and sole on his hand resting at his side, and stepped up on it with all her weight. She smiled down at him wickedly, as his face couldn’t hide the pain; her heel digging down into his hand was causing. As she brought her other boot up to his chest, she twisted her heel, maliciously, on his hand.

--Sitting on the Jerk--
-By Subtosh-

--- Jake was arrogant and totally self-centered. He did what ever he wanted without giving any consideration to those around him. He also thought he was God’s gift to women, and thought all the women on campus were attracted to him. They all thought he was a complete jerk: but he was oblivious. He couldn't see that almost everyone; male and female alike despised him.

I was very impressed watching Tina easily defeat this big football-jock kind of guy in a wrestling match, and after seeing her technique could understand how they used trampling to defeat their opponents. As the three of them sat and relaxed in casual conversation with me, I silently admired their health, fitness and youthful energy. I sensed they were leading the conversation to something they wanted from me, and I thought to myself I would do whatever I could to satisfy whatever need or needs they had. I surprised myself in thinking this, since I had always been pretty independent and not at all the people-leasing type. As these thoughts rolled around in my head, I realized I wasn't paying attention to the conversation.

My house is in a rather secluded part of town, and when my wife Becky was alive we preferred our privacy. Sure, we were known in town, but we had no close friends or family nearby. Again, that was fine with us, but when Becky was killed in an auto accident, I started to feel kinda isolated after the grieving process passed. We had no children, and as a freelance writer my only needs to have contact with others was for food and other shopping.

There was an old house nearby, and when I saw that it had been sold I had mixed feelings. While it would give me neighbors and break my isolation, I had heard it was purchased by the nearby University to be leased to the students so I had my misgivings. Oh well, since I really didn't have any say over it anyway, I decided to be a good neighbor and brought over a Boston Cream Pie as a one-man welcoming committee to the neighborhood.