High Heels

Aunt Rani's world - Part One: Aunt Rani and Aunt Geetha

By Nialvan
Nialvan@yahoo.co.uk

A young heir who has recently inherited his fortune is ensnared by his two beautiful Indian aunties who hypnotise and enslave him and then fleece him of his wealth.

Chapter One:
Aunt Rani

He could hear her heels clicking on the hard tiled floor. Click-clack, click-clack, drawing closer. The tile was cold against his face, against his whole naked body, but he dare not lift himself off the floor. He could hear her coming closer, as her heels fell upon the floor. Then the sound stopped. She had arrived at his prone body on the floor and took another step forward.

It was one rainy day during my university years and I was out in the drizzle waiting for the bus. I was lost in thought, worried about my upcoming exams and was brought out of it by a splash. I looked down to see that a book had fallen into the puddle beside me. As I bent down to pick it up I noticed out of the corner of my eye the person who had dropped it. Slouched to the ground, the first thing I noticed were the white high-heeled boots.

I wake up in a stable, completely naked. My head is throbbing. The hay is coarse on my back and didn't make for a comfortable rest. I don't know where I am or why I'm here. I remember meeting a gorgeous woman at a bar last night. Damn! What was her name? Tracey?

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.

It really was quite something the feeling I would get every day when I heard her car door shut. As I laid in silence I would feel overjoyed to be in this envious position. How many men are lucky enough to be considered worth being kept as the property off a powerful businesswoman?

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.

That first day I cleaned Sally's shoes, my duties started to change. I went from helping to manage one of her shops to something more personal to her. The following day, Sally walked in just as I was about to open the shop. She was dressed in her usual sharp business suit, her legs resplendent in black stockings and feet perfection within shiny black court shoes. She carried a small bag with her, with what looked like a pair of riding boots nestling inside. As I finished putting the newspapers on the bottom shelf and greeted her, she walked over to me, still kneeling on the floor and with a snotty look and not so much as a 'hello', handed me the bag and barked, "I'm riding this afternoon. Get these clean."

Chapter 1 -- Room Service

'Hotel "Footslave", can I help you?'

The hotel receptionist answered the phone in her usual chirpy, happy voice. She loved her job -- her first real job since leaving school. Trudy had just turned 20 years old, and all her family were impressed at the fact that, despite leaving school with virtually no qualifications, she had at last managed to secure a potentially good career in the hospitality industry. She may be just the receptionist now, but Trudy had a very high opinion of herself and had ambitions to rise to the very top. She was determined that one day she would be the manageress of her own hotel.

Following a divorce, I had started working in local newsagents. My marriage break up had been hard. I'd lost the house and all of my savings. The stress had made me lose my job as well and I was in no state to face challenging mental work again. I needed something just to tie me over while I cleared my head and sorted myself out. It was slightly degrading going back to such a junior sort of job - arranging the daily papers, serving customers and so on after my previous well-paid role in IT, but it was local and I figured it would take my mind off things.