Welcome!

Part 1

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.

Part 1

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.

As Dave went to answer the door he pushed the bag and the boots and socks under his bed. He would rather one of his friends didn't ask what he was doing with a pair of girl's football boots on his floor. Although it wasn't as if he had many friends left now anyway. Claire had made him break ties with most of them. Mainly so she became his contant focus of attention, partly for her own amusement. She laughed herself silly when she saw Dave being thrashed to a pulp by his former best friend after she had made Dave post exceedingly derogatory remarks about his mother on the campus bulletin board. And the time he had his room trashed by friends of his from home that were visiting after she made him scratch their car still made her giggle now.

Dave finished licking the tops of Claire's football boots. He smiled to himself, which made him cough and splutter, as a wedge of mud caught in his throat. He composed himself, swallowed it down and thought of what an honour it was to swallow what he was swallowing. To him, the mud from Claire's shoes really was like a meal in the best restaurant. Licking and eating mud from Claire's football boots, riding boots, DM shoes, court shoes, knee boots, loafers or trainers was like having a meal prepared by the best chefs in the world. He knew deep down that it sounded ludicrous to think it - it was mud after all - but it was special mud, mud that somehow had come into contact with Claire as she went about her daily business. Mud that had itself been honoured, and deserved some respect.

Dave smiled as he thought of that evening and the first time his tongue had felt the underside of Claire's shiny black loafer. It warmed him to think of the countless times she had left their meetings looking not only dazzling but with shiny shoes, and ones that had been freshly licked. He hoped it gave her a spring in her step when she walked out in freshly licked shoes. He hoped he felt they were a symbol of her superiority and how truly special and wonderful she was. Not everyone had a personal shoelicker, after all.

Dave stopped daydreaming for a moment as he felt a quite large stone that was wedged in a lump of mud he had chewed from her football boots slip down his throat and make him choke a little. He looked at the soles of the boots, studs all shining like they had been polished for days. He felt a real sense of achievement. Of course he knew that Claire thought nothing of his efforts - it merely was an arrangement that meant she had constantly clean boots and ones that she never had to clean herself! Though of course, she did get off on the fact that she had her own slave who considered himself worth less than the mud and grime she walked in.

Dave sat on the floor of his room at the hall of residence and opened the bag that Claire had given him earlier that day containing her football boots and socks. She played football twice a week, and thanks to Dave, she had the best kept boots of anyone in the girl's team. Those studs shone whenever she went onto the pitch.

Claire had handed Dave the bag during their session that afternoon. He would clean her boots and suck the sweat from her socks, before carefully washing and drying them, ready to return for her next match.

Dave entered the empty room in one of the many blocks scattered around campus. It was 5.30 and most people were heading home now. The fact that the room he and Claire used for their daily meeting was almost always empty, and certainly at that time, made it the perfect place for them to conduct their business. He walked into the room, placed picked up a chair as he did every day and placed it under the desk at the front of the room. He then placed a magazine on the table and assumed the position he found himself in at 5.30 every day since the previous summer: on his knees in front of the back of the chair.

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.

After a month or so of constantly being sat on, stood on, walked on and stomped, Mike's day had happily resigned himself to being my slave to be punished and abused anyway I saw fit.
On Friday afternoon, my younger sister got out of college for a week on Spring Break, and wanted to come and spend the week with me, as I had previously told her about my slave. She was excited to come and try him out. Mike agreed excitedly to Kim coming and helping me abuse his dad for the week. About 6:00 Friday afternoon, I heard Kim knock on our door. I already had Mike's dad on the floor, in front of the door with his arms stretched out in front of him, near the door opening. I walked over him, and stood on his hands as I opened the door and greeted my sister. After a warm hugging and greeting, I intruduced Mike's day, (my slave) to Kim and said, "don't bother to get down and shake his hand, just stomp the daylights out of it!" "Cool!" Kim said excitedly. She had on blue jean short shorts, a white tee-shirt and a pair of black sandals with a 2 inch hard, blocked heel. Kim stepped up to Mike's dad and looked down at him smiling. Without hesitation, she raised her shapely leg and stomped hard on my slave's right hand. "Hello slave!" Kim told him, giggling.