TANYA
THE BOSS LADY |
by
Russel Nash |
I’d been working at this upscale restaurant
called Martin’s Café for the past seven years. It’s
a very popular and trendy seafood/steakhouse that
always seems to be packed with beautiful and fabulously
wealthy people. The food and drinks are outrageously
expensive (the wine especially) and the tips are
outrageously generous. Our uniforms were white tux
shirts and black slacks (the girls had the choice
to wear either black slacks or skirts and hose).
I was so lucky to have been a waiter at this place.
I was making six figures a year and living like
a king. I didn’t think it could get any better,
but my time had finally come…or so I thought.
Our manager, Stewart, was moving on to
the new restaurant that was opening up across town,
so his managing position was becoming available
and I was a shoe in for the job (the owner, Martin,
absolutely loved me and I was clearly the most promising
candidate). After paying my dues and playing the
political game for the last several months, I couldn’t
wait to be the new boss of this place…and it was
perfect timing, too.
I generally got along with everybody who
worked at Martin’s, but there were two waitresses,
Jenn and Kim, that really got on my nerves and it
was no secret. I’d gotten into it with these idiots
on more than one occasion and there was a mutual
hatred that underlied our every encounter.
These two were the classic beautiful sorority
bitches that were snooty and looked down on everyone…and
they always seemed to get whatever they wanted.
As much as I hated these girls I have to admit,
they’re breathtakingly gorgeous. Jenn is about 5’5”
and about 120 lbs. She has a perfect face with green
eyes, high cheekbones, and a flawless complexion.
Her light brown hair is all one length and cut just
below her chin, framing her face and adding to her
beauty. Her bust is medium sized, her ass is perfectly
rounded, and her legs are lightly muscular and,
in my opinion, her best feature. Her and Kim often
wore short skirts to work showing off their legs
because they thought they got better tips…and they
were probably right. Kim is Lebanese and magazine
beautiful; she’s 5’8” and about 135 lbs. with long
black hair, big brown eyes, baseball sized breasts,
a plump perfect ass, and legs to die for. She also
has a certain elegance about her, a certain classiness;
the way she walks, her perfect posture, French manicured
fingernails, etc. She always looked out of place
carrying a tray and serving food, and she certainly
didn’t have the attitude for it.
Anyway, ever since they started working
at Martin’s about a year ago, Stewart was completely
under their spell and wrapped around their little
fingers. They flirted with Stew like he was some
sort of Greek God, which pretty much kept them out
of trouble. Hell, every male employee was in their
power…except me. They had the poor adolescent busboys
running around like headless chickens serving their
food, cleaning their tables, refilling drinks, and
generally doing everything for them accept greeting
their customers, taking their order, and dropping
the check. Martin never had a clue that they were
horrible waitresses that should have been fired
long ago.
Not only did they still work there, but
they got away with everything. They were constantly
late for their shifts, they were always leaving
early without doing any clean-up or sidework, and
they worked whatever shifts they wanted and frequently
called in sick only minuets before their shifts
began leaving the rest of us to cover for them.
And oh, did they hate my guts. They resented me
for pointing out their every mistake to Stewart.
They resented me for not succumbing to their physical
beauty, for having enough dignity to tell them to
f*ck off and go bark at the moon along with their
idiot sorority sisters.
I couldn’t wait to call these two beautiful
bitches in to my office and watch them squirm and
plead for their jobs. They’d already been sucking
up to me for the past month, knowing that I would
soon control their fate and posh financial reality
that all of us waiters had become so accustomed
to. Yes, Jenn and Kim were especially nervous, knowing
that they’d be out of a job when I took over. I
had it all planned out…
So, Friday night rolls around and there
was a mandatory team meeting before the shift began
at 5:00pm. Martin was there, which was sort of surprising
(he never sat in on meetings like this unless something
big was going down). The whole wait staff was there
along with the kitchen and hostess staffs. After
Stewart got done going over the usual stuff (specials,
what we’re out of, etc.), he paused for a moment,
cleared his throat and said “Well…as most of you
have heard, I’ll be leaving to open up the new Martin’s
Café. What you probably haven’t heard…is that this
will be my last night here.” This news caught everyone
by surprise. Jenn and Kim both completely froze,
the color draining from their faces. My heart started
to pound with anticipation as Stewart looked my
way and continued, “Tonight I’ll introduce you to
your new manager. Russel…I want you to show her
around and get her up to speed.” Wait a minute…hold
on a sec. Her?! Are you freaking kidding me?! Her?!!!
“Sure Stew, whatever you need.” I calmly said. I
was fuming, though, and the looks of happiness and
mockery on the faces of those two lucky bitches
made it ten times worse.
My mind started racing. I thought of getting
up right there and walking out on that sh-thole
of a place. I thought about charging Stewart and
choking the living crap out of him for being so
damn stupid. I was livid…but I wasn’t stupid. There’s
no way in hell that I was going to kill my cash
cow. I was completely dependant on this job. I needed
it to pay off my whole reality. No, the best thing
for me to do now was to be as helpful and professional
as possible. At least I was fortunate enough to
get the first shot at impressing this new manager,
and who knows, maybe she’ll see right away what
complete dumb asses those two sorority bitches were.
Okay, I was calmer now with a new state of mind
about the immediate future. Things would be fine…just
fine…
Just then, a stunning lady walked out of
the office and into the kitchen with the head chef,
Chef. They were looking at some papers and not really
paying attention to the meeting that was going on.
She was radiantly beautiful as she stood there talking
quietly with Chef. Her straight blonde hair was
cut like Rachel’s from ‘FRIENDS’, her face was porcelain
smooth, she stood about 5’7” in her black heels,
must have weighed about 120 lbs, and she was dressed
in a midnight blue professional business suite.
At this point, I was really looking forward to meeting
her and walking her through the routine here.
I was brought out of my daze when Stewart
said “Tanya, come over here for a moment please.
Let me introduce you to our staff…uh, your staff.”
Tanya…hmmm…pretty name. Tanya smiled, flipped her
hair out of her face and confidently walked to the
front where Stewart was. “Everyone, this is Tanya.
She comes highly recommended…” As Stew was making
his welcome/changing of the guard speech, I almost
crapped my pants when I saw what happened next.
Tanya the Boss Lady Part II
Tanya had made eye contact with Jenn and
Kim and threw them a look of joyful surprise and
a big smile. My heart skipped a beat and I almost
fainted. Was this really happening? Did these two
stuck up beauty queens know this beautiful new manager?
Good God, are they all friends or something, do
they all hang out together or what?! I glanced over
at them in total shock. Sure enough they were looking
right at me and silently laughing and smiling like
they had just won the lottery. I couldn’t believe
it. My heart sank into my stomach. I was in Hell-
no, this was purgatory…at least in Hell you know
exactly where you stand. I looked away from them
and wiped the sweat off my brow. Just then Stewart
was finishing up “…so make her feel welcome and
go out there and make some money. Russ, can I see
you for a sec?”
Everyone slowly departed as I hesitantly
walked up to where Tanya was standing with Stew.
“Tanya, this is Russel. He’s one of our best, if
not the best, and he’ll be at your service.” Tanya
looked at me with her captivating light blue eyes
and smiled revealing perfectly straight white teeth.
She extended her hand to me “Russel, it’s nice to
meet you. I’m looking forward to working with you.”
Her monotone voice was all business, but she was
truly lovely; I could see why she got the job. I
shook her slender hand and managed to reply, “It,
ah…it’s nice to meet you, too, Tanya. Let me know
if you have any questions about anything.” “Thank
you, Russel, I will.” Her grip was firm, serious.
She then looked away and dropped my hand and her
whole demeanor changed as her face lit up “Jennifer,
Kimmy, oh my God!” She was literally hugging these
two idiots and dancing up and down practically squealing
with joy. They were all bouncing up and down…the
sight made me sick. “How long have you two worked
here?” “Almost a year now.” “Really? Oh my God!”
“ I know, Oh my God!” This was my worst nightmare-
strike that, this was the beginning of my worst
nightmare.
Needless to say, Friday night went by very
uncomfortably for me. I didn’t have much of a chance
to talk with Tanya and before I knew it her and
the two idiots were off for the evening, leaving
all the clean up for me and everyone else. They
were probably having a drink somewhere and discussing
old times…and new times to come. This wasn’t looking
good. Nope, not good at all…
At the end of the night, just as I was
about out of hope, Martin approached me. He put
his arm around my shoulder and said in his fatherly
voice “My boy, I’m leaving tomorrow on a jet plane
to the Bahamas. I’ll be opening up another restaurant
there next year and I want to get acquainted with
the land. I’m telling you this, Russel, because
I want you to run it for me.” I was freaking out…in
a good way, “Are you serious Martin? Seriously?”
He smiled and said, “You’re damn right I’m serious.
Seriously.” I didn’t know what to say; I was flabbergasted
“I…uh…I’m thrilled. I-I can’t wait.” “Well you’re
gonna have to wait, about a year.” A year…a whole
year…here, “so you’re leaving for the Bahamas tomorrow
and you’ll be there for…” “About a year” “A year…”
Hmm…could I last a year here with this new situation?
I had to, “Okay, well…have a safe trip. And thank
you, Martin, I won’t let you down.” He shook my
hand and said, “I’m counting on you, Russel. I’ll
be in touch.” And he was off.
So, Stewart was out, Martin was going to
the Bahamas, and I was here for another year working
for Tanya. Hmm…I guess I’ll play it by ear and do
my best to cause as little friction as possible.
The Bahamas…me basking in the sun for the rest of
my life…yeahhhhhh…
I showed up at work a little early on Saturday,
just to make a good impression on Tanya. She wasn’t
even there yet, go figure. At about 5:55pm she came
in with none other than Jenn and Kimmy. They were
actually quite the sight. They looked like Charlie’s
Angels, only prettier. Tanya was wearing a cream-colored
business skirt-suit with matching heels and white
stockings; she clearly stood out amongst all the
black cloths the rest of the staff was wearing.
Jenn and Kim were in their usual white tux shirts
with black skirts and black sheer hose with leather
low-heeled black shoes that had served as their
work shoes for the past year. I was prepping my
section for the evening as they came sauntering
by smiling wickedly and giggling. As they passed
me, Jenn turned and said “Whatcha starin’ at, Russel
boy?” Then Kim added “Got a problem?” I looked back
down at what I was doing and tried my best not to
explode. Those cocky little wenches. One year…one…year…(deep
breath)… I can make it…I have to make it.
At 9:30pm I’d only had one table in my
section and it was a little old lady who stiffed
me. Meanwhile, Jenn and Kim were each waiting on
large parties of known millionaires; they would
bank tonight…I was getting pretty pissed off. As
I was on my way to the hostess stand to ask them
what the hell was up, a monotone voice called me
from behind “Russel, can I see you in my office,
please?” “Sure Tanya, I’ll be there in a second.”
I continued to the hostess stand, “Now, Russel.”
I turned around expressing a little annoyance and
followed her into her office.
Tanya the Boss Lady Part III
Tanya sat down behind her big oak desk,
which she had personalized with pictures and flowers.
I noticed the desk chair had been replaced with
one of those big black leather, high-back chairs.
I stood there for a moment as her eyes bore into
mine. Finally she broke the silence, “Close the
door.” I paused and then slowly stepped back and
pushed the door closed. I went to the front of the
desk where there were two chairs and sat in the
one on the left. “I didn’t say you could sit down.”
I took a deep breath and casually stood back up.
“Do you like working here, Russel?” I couldn’t believe
I was hearing this “Yes, I like working here. I’ve
liked working here for the past seven years.” Her
eyes narrowed “Then what’s with all this attitude
your throwing at me?” I was dumbfounded “Attitude?
How about letting me do my job? I’ve had one customer
all night. I need to make some money, too.” At this,
she smiled “Ah yes, lets talk about money shall
we? You do make pretty good money don’t you? You
probably cleared over $100,000 last year, huh?”
I didn’t know where she was going with this, “Probably,
somewhere in there…” Again, she smiled as if she
knew something I didn’t, “Well that’s odd, Russel.
You see, I have access to all the company’s books,
records, and tax information. After catching up
with my sisters last night I decided to do a little
research, and do you know what I found, Russel boy?”
Okay, she was scaring me. Her sisters? That made
sense, I guess. But what was she talking about…research?
I was confused and I must have looked it. She was
almost gloating, sort of toying with me, “I found
out how much the federal government thinks you made
last year and the year before and the year before
that. Now I was really confused “Yeah…so?” “So?
So according to them you made a paltry $27,000 a
year!” She looked at me like I was an idiot. “You
really are clueless aren’t you? Do you know what
‘tax fraud’ is Rustyboy? Do you have any idea how
deep the bucket of sh*t is that you just fell into?”
My heart started to pound. I wasn’t exactly an ace
in the ol’ tax department. I was just claiming what
my friend Jake told me to when I first started working
there. Of course Jake hadn’t worked there for six
years, but he was a pretty smart guy…sort of. “Let
me break it down for you, Rusty. The government
expects you to make 15% of your total sales in tips.
They expect you to claim at least 10% of your total
sales. You, my dear jackass, have claimed less than
5% for the last seven years. Let me ask you this:
Have you been getting money back from taxes in the
last seven years?” I was extremely nervous at this
point and she could sense it, “Uh…yeah? I always
get about $3,000 back…why?” She leaned back in her
big leather power chair and laughed out loud “Oh
my, my. Let me break this to you as gently as I
can…let’s see, let me find the right words. Mmmmm
okay…” She spoke very slowly and deliberately, “You,
Russel, have committed fraud against the United
States Federal Government for the last seven years.
This is what we call a felony. Not only do you owe
them a considerable chunk of change, but you will
probably serve time in a federal prison…you know,
with rapists, murderers, that kind of thing.” I
was in shock. I could feel my heart racing, but
I couldn’t move. Could she be right? She sure as
hell sounded right. “Are you getting this, boy?
Is this making sense to you?” I was about to break
down. I could actually feel tears welling up in
my eyes. I was sweating profusely, my heart was
racing “Oh my God…Oh my…my God…” She just snickered
and stood up “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” She
went to the door and just before she left, she turned
and said, “You can sit now…boy.”
This was all happening so fast. Tax fraud?
How could I have been so incredibly stupid? Jake,
you f*cking moron. Why did I listen to that *sshole?
And why was she calling me boy? Just a few minutes
ago my biggest problem was that I hadn’t had any
customers for three hours. Now I’m facing a felony,
more financial debt, and federal prison? What the
hell was happening to my reality?
I’d been waiting in Tanya’s office for
over an hour. I was about to finally leave when
the door swung open and Tanya came in all chipper
and happy. She sat back down in her chair and kicked
her legs up on the desk. She seemed very relaxed
in contrast to me being a complete wreck. “Shut
my door, boy. There might be a way out of this yet.”
I immediately perked up with new hope. I got up
and gently closed her door and sat back down. I
looked at her patiently, waiting to hear what she
had to say. She was in the catbird seat and she
knew it and she was milking it. She glared at me,
smiling, and said “Don’t worry about taking anymore
tables tonight, Russ. I don’t think you’re up to
it, do you agree?” I felt helpless as I looked at
her, “Yeah, I suppose I’m not.” She just continued
smiling at me like she had something on me, which
apparently she did. I finally said “You mentioned
a possible way out of this mess for me?” She rocked
back in her chair using her high heel to push herself
back and fourth, “Oh I think I’ve got an out, but
it’s not a sure thing.” I waited and waited until
finally she burst out laughing at me, “Russ you’re
killing me! You are hilarious! This is going be
more fun than I’d originally thought. Okay, here
it is: The IRS doesn’t audit everyone, and chances
are they’d never audit you; they haven’t so far
anyway. They go after big fish, not some dumb ass
waiter who seemingly makes less than $30,000 a year.
They’d only look into your tax situation if someone
were to tip them off, say someone who doesn’t like
you or someone you’ve been mean to. You don’t have
any enemies who know your little secret, do you
Rusty boy?” Oh my God. I’d just realized where this
whole thing was going. They had me. They had me
big time…and they weren’t just going to let me go.
I stood up and pleaded with Tanya “Tanya, I don’t
even know you. Why are you doing this to-” “Sit
the f*ck back down, boy!” Her tone was vicious now.
I sat down as she quickly stood up and walked briskly
over to my chair and stood above me. “Let’s get
one thing straight, you piece of sh*t. For the last
year you’ve done everything you could to get my
sisters fired. You’ve been disrespectful and downright
nasty to two girls that I care about.” “Is that
what they’ve told you? Tanya I-” WHAP! She slapped
my face…hard. I just froze. I couldn’t believe that
she actually just hit me. “Don’t interrupt me when
I’m speaking, ever! In fact for now on you don’t
speak unless you’re told to, you got that, boy?”
My head was still ringing. I looked up to her in
confusion- WHAP! “I said do you understand me, boy?”
Now I was simply lost. Did I just enter the twilight
zone? Was this really happening? Was this angel
of a creature really slapping me across my face
and commanding me to not speak unless I was told
to? WHAP! She smacked me a third time and then got
right in my face and softly, wickedly said “You
did this to yourself, bitch. You made your own bed
and now you’re going to face the consequences. The
rules are simple: You do exactly as I say for the
next year and you’re off to the Bahamas. If you
don’t, then I make a thirty second phone call to
the IRS and you’re on your own. If that’s the case,
I hope you have one hell of a lawyer. Now, I know
this is sudden, but all I want from you at this
very instant is a nod of understanding. I’ll say
it again for you, nod if you understand your position.”
I took in this information the best I could and
slowly nodded, confirming that I understood my position
and options. “Good boy.” She patted me on the head
like a puppy and went back around, sat at her desk,
kicked her feet up, and leaned back. At least this
meant she wasn’t going to hit me again, for now…
“Listen carefully, boy. Now that you have a firm
grasp of your situation, I want an answer: Will
you obey my every command for the next year or do
I pick up the phone right now and call the proper
authorities? Take a moment and think about this,
but don’t make me ask you this twice.” She then
reached forward and picked up some sheet of paper
from her desk and began casually reading it.
Tanya the Boss Lady Part IV
I’d never imagined myself in this kind
of scene. I’d always been a relatively good person;
sure I’ve done stupid things, but nothing to ever
harm anyone. And here I was now faced with being
ordered around for a year by a beautiful vicious
bitch who clearly had violent tendencies and happen
to hate me, or face the feds with a tax fraud charge
and likely have to pay back a hefty sum of money
that I don’t have, not to mention a stint in prison
for God knows how long. The legal bullsh*t I’d have
to go through, a felony on my permanent record…or
one year of agony and humiliation followed by a
lifetime of hanging out in the Bahamas. There really
wasn’t a choice for me…and she knew it, that f*cking
bitch knew it and those other two idiot bitches
knew it. I finally said weakly “Tanya, may I speak?”
Tanya put down the paper she was reading and smiled
victoriously at me, which made me cringe inside
and feel weak. How could such a wonderfully beautiful
creature be so completely cruel? She spoke in her
monotone voice “Yes, you may speak, boy.” I looked
down at the floor “I…uh…I-I have chosen to do as
you say for a…for a year.” I meekly looked back
up to meet her eyes. She was trying to be serious,
but she could barely hold it in, “I see. Well, that’s
your decision, now isn’t it?” “Yes, Tanya…that’s
my decision.” She chuckled lightly, “We’ll see.
We’ll see if you can hold up your end of the bargain.
I must warn you, I’m not very tolerant. I can deal
with minor infractions in my own way, but if you
mess up in any major way, like disrespecting me
or any of my friends, I won’t hesitate to make the
call. Are we absolutely clear on that, boy?” I was
defeated. I nodded my head in acknowledgement. “Good.
Then it’s settled.” I actually felt a slight sense
of relief. I just dodged a huge bullet…but at what
price? Only time would tell.
“Boy, stand up and lean over my desk and
kiss the sole of my shoe.” It was starting…the humiliation.
“Okay, now this hesitancy is something that we’ll
have to correct as soon as possible.” I could tell
she was getting angry and I tried to make immediate
amends. I stood up and leaned over her desk to where
her foot was resting…and I kissed the gritty sole
of her shoe. “That’s a good boy, but you’ll have
to be a little quicker about obeying my commands
in the future, is that understood?” Obeying her
commands? Like I’m some sort of dog? “Yes.” I said
as I cursed her under my breath. She smiled “Yes
what?” I thought for a moment, “Yes…Tanya?” She
took a deep breath, removed her feet from the top
of the desk, stood up, walked around and once again
stood over me, “Boy, you will treat me with respect.”
I thought I was respecting her. “You will refer
to me as Miss Tanya. Do you understand?” I swallowed,
looked up at her beautiful menacing face “Yes…Miss
Tanya.” I couldn’t believe I was in this position.
Kissing her shoe? Obeying her commands? Calling
her Miss Tanya? Her face went from stern to satisfied,
“Good boy. Now kneel down and kiss my feet” Was
she freaking serious? How far was this whole thing
gonna go? “Now!” WHAP! I was out of my chair in
a heartbeat and down on my knees before her with
my head bowing down to do as she commanded. God,
she had beautiful legs. I leaned down and planted
a kiss on the tops of each of her shoes (I was guessing
she wore about a size 6 ½). It was absolutely humiliating.
“Keep kissing, boy, I’ll tell you when you can stop.”
I was at an all time low, literally. Just when I
thought I couldn’t be more degraded, she lifted
her white stockinged right foot out of her high
heel. A wave of her foot scent went straight in
my face. It smelled lightly of foot sweat mixed
with shoe leather and new stockings with a slight
hint of vinegar. I reared back and looked up to
her in disbelief. She was grinning from ear to ear.
She put one hand on the desk to balance herself
and held her foot out for me to kiss. “You must
really like being smacked by me, boy.” Hearing this,
I instantly lowered my face and began planting kisses
on the top of her foot. I could see through her
stockings that her toenails were painted the same
cream color as her suit and heels and that they
were perfectly aligned with her big toe being the
longest descending down to her pinky toe. I also
glanced down to her shoe a few inches from my eyes.
I could see the imprint of her toes on the inner
soles and noticed that I was right about her size,
a 6 ½.
Just then a knock came at the door. I panicked
and began to get up WHAP! “Boy, did I give you permission
to stop kissing my foot?” My heart was racing at
the thought of one of my coworkers witnessing my
situation, “No, Miss Tanya…you didn’t.” and I, again
bent down to her stocking clad foot and planted
kisses on the tops of her toes. The knock came again.
I heard Tanya say, “Who is it?” A familiar voice
came from outside the door said, “It’s me Tanni,
can I come in?” Oh my God. It was Jenn. “Of course,
Silly. You never have to knock.” The door opened
and then closed. There was a long pause as I continued
to kiss Tanya’s foot. I heard footsteps come closer
and out of the corner of my eye I saw Jenn’s perfect
legs and her black low-heeled shoes stop right next
to Tanya. All of a sudden they both burst out laughing.
I wanted to crawl into a dark hole and die. One
whole year of this…one year… “Boy, look at me.”
I stopped kissing Tanya’s slender foot, sat back
on my heels and timidly looked up to meet her and
Jenn’s smiling faces. Jenn was especially beaming.
“Boy, this is my sorority sister, Jenny. Say hello
to her.” I thought for a moment of what Tanya had
said earlier about disrespecting her or any of her
friends and softly managed to say “Hello…Miss Jenny.”
Jenn was giddy at this point. She started jumping
up and down clapping her hands and laughing. She
leaned in to Tanya and kissed her on her cheek,
“Tanni, you are the best. Oh my God! I can’t believe
it. This is sooo awesome!” Tanya just smiled confidently
and said to me, “Boy, you will show Miss Jenny the
same respect you show me. You will obey all of her
commands without question. Do you understand me?”
I swallowed and said in a low voice “Yes, Miss Tanya,
I understand you.” Tanya gave a compassionate look
to Jenn and said “You see, sweetie, everything’s
taken care of. For the next year, Russel here will
obey our every command.” Jenn was in awe of her
sister, “You mean…like a slave? Our slave?” Tanya
winked at her “Watch this.” She looked back down
to me, “Boy, roll over.” I was shaking with humiliation
at the thought of being their slave and being treated
like their dog, but I had no choice but to obey.
I went from my kneeling position and actually rolled
over on the ground at their feet and ended back
up on my hands and knees in front of Jenn. “You
try, Jenny.” Jenn looked down on me like it was
her first chance to play with a new toy. She could
hardly contain her enthusiasm “Sit, boy, sit” I
then went from my hands and knees position to sitting
back on my heels. “Good boy. Now, bark.” Bark? Were
they for real? WHAP! Tanya’s hand came across my
cheek…again. “Roughhh. Roughhh.”. “Good boy.”, She
looked at Jenn sternly “He learns fast, but he may
need a little prompting sometimes.” Jenn gave me
an evil smile “That’s good, because he has got a
lot to learn.” What had I gotten myself into? How
far were they going to take this?
Tanya the Boss Lady Part V
Jenn looked down at me, “Boy, on your back.”
I paused for a moment and then lay down on the tile
floor with my head in front of Tanya and my midsection
in front of Jenn. Jenn moved around me and stood
between my legs gazing down at me with anticipation.
She then lifted her foot and planted it directly
on my @#%$ and balls and began applying pressure.
As I started to yelp, Tanya quickly raised her stockinged
foot and placed it right on my face, “Shut the f*ck
up, boy. I don’t wanna hear a sound from you.” Her
sole was damp with perspiration and she slid it
around my face, covering every inch with her girlfoot
smell. Her soles were soft. The next thing I felt
was Jenn’s full weight as she stood with both feet
on my groin. I tried to not make a sound, but I
couldn’t hold it in and I let out a slight whimper.
Tanya raised her foot from my face and said, “What’s
that, boy? Did you say something?” I just looked
up at her with pleading in my eyes. “I didn’t think
so.” She slapped my face with the sole of her foot
and then put it back down, covering my lips and
nose. Then Jenn started walking up my torso saying,
“I think I’ve found a good function for you, doggy.
You can be my carpet and maybe even my shoe cleaner.
Would you like that, boy?” Tanya removed her foot
as I looked up to Jenn and managed to say, “Yes,
Miss Jenn.”. Jenn smiled and said, “Good boy.” And
she walked up my body and held the sole of her dirty
shoe about six inches from my face, holding Tanya’s
hand for added balance. “Now clean the sole of my
shoe. Go on, boy, lick it all clean.” I strained
to reach my tongue up and lick her sole. Her and
Tanya were loving this and laughing as I licked
and cleaned the crud from this bitch’s shoes. As
I was licking, I managed to see directly up her
black skirt. She had nude pantyhose on with no panties
underneath, so I got a decent shot of her neatly
trimmed bush and as humiliated and degraded as I
was with my current task, I have to admit that I
was getting aroused, I mean this truly was a beautiful
girl with a beautiful body…even if she was a spiteful,
evil bitch.
Jenn looked back to Tanya “Oh, I almost
forgot. Mr. Whitmore would like to meet the new
boss lady. I told him I’d try and track you down.”
Tanya smiled and said “Is he that gorgeous thing
you were waiting on earlier?” “That’s him and he’s
worth millions. He’s been done eating for awhile
and now he’s at the bar.” Tanya slid her shoe back
on her foot and raised the sole of her shoe to me
“Lick” was all she said and I knew not to disobey.
I leaned in and began licking the dirt from her
sole as her and Jenn giggled. “Do you have anymore
tables left, Jenny?” “No. My last two-top just left.
Tipped me fifty on a hundred dollar check.” “Good
for you, sis. Then you can keep our new slave company.”
Tanya pulled her foot away and left me there alone
with Jenn.
“Well, well, well.” She smugly said as
she looked down at me. She stepped on my face for
about five seconds and then got off. She went to
the chair beside me and sat. “On your knees and
turn to face me…slave.” I couldn’t believe this.
Slave? Now I was truly in Hell. I slowly turned
around until I was in front of her, still on my
knees. She crossed her legs and stared down at me
with malicious delight, her foot dangling about
three inches from my now red face. “What an interesting
turn of events. Wouldn’t you say, slaveboy?” I looked
up to her gorgeous mocking face and said, “Jenn,
I know we haven’t exactly gotten along in the past,
but-” Before I could go on she smashed the worn,
filthy sole of her other shoe against my mouth,
“Just because Tanya isn’t here you think you can
disrespect me? Have you forgotten your place so
fast, slaveboy?” She mashed her sole against my
face and then pulled it back. “No, Miss Jenny, I
haven’t, but please-” “Shut up.” And from her seated
position, she kicked me square in my balls. It knocked
the wind out of me. I wanted to continue pleading
my case to her, but I also didn’t want to give her
any reason to go off on me. I just knelt there at
her feet and tried my best to be humble. “I never
liked you, boy. In fact I’ve grown to despise you,
as I’m sure you are aware. For the last year you’ve
gone out of your way to make it as difficult as
possible for Kim and me, but now things have changed
and you will soon learn what it means to be on our
bad side. For starters, show me some damn respect,
now!” I wasn’t totally sure what she meant, but
I had a pretty good idea. I leaned in to her foot
and began kissing the top of her black leather shoe.
“Good boy. Tanya was right, you’re learning fast
how to treat your superiors.” She chuckled slightly,
“This is going to be a fun year, boy.” Just then
she reached down and took her shoe off by the heel.
Immediately I was caught with a waft of her stinky,
sweaty foot, much stronger than Tanya’s had been.
As I looked down at her shapely foot and wiggling
toes, I could see through her sheer nylons that
her toenails were painted a deep red. She then held
the inner sole of her shoe about an inch from my
nose and said, “Sniff. You need to become familiar
with your master’s scent.” Master? I closed my eyes
and prayed that this was just some bad nightmare
and that any second I’d wake up. I was brought back
to reality by a SMACK! to my face. Jenn had not
held back when she hit me with the dirty sole of
her size 7 shoe. At least, unlike Tanya, she was
left-handed so it caught the other side. “Wow!”
She said with a rush of adrenalin, “That felt great!”
And before I knew it she did it again, SMACK! She’d
hit me a second time just for the hell of it! I
was completely dazed and my head was spinning. “Ohhh
yeaahhh. I could get used to this.” SMACK! Again
the sole of her shoe came slapping against my tender
face. This was not a good sign. If she started enjoying
this my life for the next year would be more miserable
than I’d ever imagined. My heart was racing and
I began to panic, “P-please, Miss Jenny…no-no more,
please…” She was looking at me in a new way, now,
like she was some sort of predator and I was her
pray. She was getting worked up, almost in a sexual
way. Once again she held her shoe to my nose and
commanded, “Sniff, boy.” I buried my face inside
her warm shoe and took a deep whiff. It was a very
strong musky smell, a years worth of sorority girl
sweat that was moist with tonight’s efforts. As
I frantically sniffed and sniffed, my lungs filled
with her scent and I could hear her laughing at
me. Here I was down on my knees smelling the shoe
of a prissy bitch that I absolutely hated. Could
my life be any worse? SMACK! “Good boy.” I guess
so.
Tanya the Boss Lady Part VI
As I struggled to clear the cobwebs from
my head, I was assaulted with a smell twice as potent
as her shoe. She had raised her foot and placed
her wet sweaty high-arched sole squarely on my face.
I heard her other shoe drop to the ground and felt
her leg rest on my shoulder. She moved her foot
around my face, wiping her stinky sweat all over
my cheeks, nose, and lips. She was literally massaging
her foot using my face. It was degrading. I felt
a deep sense of humiliation and shame as I knelt
there and took it. “Get used to this, doggy. For
now on you’re mine. I own you. I am your master
and you are my slave…for one whole year. She then
switched feet and began rubbing her other foot all
over my now swollen face. “Your only purpose is
to please me and make my life easier, isn’t that
right, boy?” She pulled her foot back about three
inches to let me answer, “Yes, Miss Jenny. I am
your slave. I will do my best to please you and
obey your every command.” I figured maybe it was
time for me to change my way of thinking and try
to adapt to my new situation, I mean resisting would
only make matters worse for me…that is if things
could be worse. I leaned in and gently kissed the
sole of her smelly nyloned foot. “That’s a goooood
boy.” Tears of shame began to well up in my eyes
as I kissed every inch of her sole. I was completely
and utterly defeated. She moved her foot so that
my nose was lined up with the crevice just under
her toes and said, “Smell my foot, slave, and get
used to it.” I inhaled as she commanded. This was
the strongest smelling part of her foot and she
new it. Just then the door opened and I heard Tanya’s
voice, “All right for you, Jenny. I like your style.”
They both giggled as Jenn responded, “This is nothing,
watch this.” And she took me by the hair with one
hand and started smacking my face with her shoe
in her other hand. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She
then sat back again, rested both of her feet on
my shoulders and looked up to Tanya with pride,
“I think I could get used to this.” They both cracked
up. Tanya came over and stood by her looking down
at my red swollen face, “And we haven’t even scratched
the surface. Hey, Jenny, why don’t you go get Kimmy
so we can show her our new slave.” Jenn snickered
and said, “Better yet, why don’t we let slaveboy
go fetch her.” “Excellent idea, sis.” Tanya looked
down at me and said, “Bitch, go out and fetch Kimmy.
Tell her that it would be your privilege to have
her come into the office where you can show her
the respect you’ve been lacking for the last year.”
I weakly said, “Yes, Miss Tanya.” As Jenn removed
her feet from my shoulders I began to stand up.
“Uh uh uhhhh.” Tanya began tapping her foot on the
ground. I leaned down and kissed her shoe. “That’s
better. Now go on boy, fetch…” “Yes, Miss Tanya.”
My legs were tight as I stood up and slowly
walked out of her office. As I stepped out into
the dining room, my new reality was finally starting
to sink in. This dining room that I’d spent the
last seven years of my life in all seemed like a
distant memory. My coworkers were looking at me
like they didn’t even know me and they seemed…sort
of pissed off at me. What had Tanya told them about
my situation?
I snapped out of my daze when Suzie, a
cute little Chinese waitress I’d trained just three
weeks ago, bumped into me carrying a tray of drinks.
Instead of the usual ‘Ohh, sorry bout that, sweetie’
she just looked at me with disgust and said “Watch
it.” with a nasty tone. I asked her, “Suzie, what’s
up?” She rolled her eyes and said, “Screw you. I
hope you get what you deserve.” And she walked away.
What the hell was going on?
As I looked around the place, I saw Kim
across the room clearing silverware from a table
and I immediately remembered my task. I took a deep
breath and began my walk of shame. As I neared where
she was, I noticed that she was sort of sweating.
Hmmm, must have been a busy night for her, she probably
made close to five hundred tonight. I hesitantly
approached her and spoke humbly, “Umm…Miss Kimmy?”
She paused for a moment and then turned around with
a genuine look of astonishment on her beautiful
face, “Yes?” I couldn’t look her in the eye. I nervously
looked down her legs to her feet, thinking about
how sweaty they were and wondering if they reeked
like Jenn’s. “What the hell is it, loser?” Now I
started sweating, “It would a…It would be my privilege
if you would come to Tanya’s office…ummm…where I
can show you the respect I’ve been lacking for the
past year…ah…that is, if you want.” When I glanced
up to meet her eyes again, she was looking at me
in a whole new way. We’d always had a certain amount
of respect for each other, even though we hated
each other, but now she was looking at me like I
was worthless. She laughed slightly to herself,
“Oh my God. She did it…she really did it. Oh my
God…” I looked down, humiliated. I began shaking
a little and my heart was racing. “Tell you what,
finish cleaning the rest of my section and I’ll
meet you back there.” “Yes, Miss Kimmy.” Now this
I could handle. This wasn’t so bad. “One more thing…”
At that point she reached out with her right hand
and grabbed my balls through my pants…and squeezed
“You’re gonna wish you never laid eyes on my grade
A ass.” My God she was strong, and ruthless. She
squeezed until I literally yelped. I was up on my
tiptoes as the pain shot up my spine. “Your balls
belong to me, now, don’t they?” And then she pulled
me within three inches of her and spat directly
on my face. Her gorgeous brown eyes looked into
mine and challenged me to do something about it,
but I just took it “Yes, M-Miss Kimmy.” She finally
released my balls. As I was bent over coughing and
trying to regain my senses, she grabbed me by the
scruff of my neck and lifted my face to meet hers.
I could feel her spit running down my cheeks as
she spoke, “This is nothing, @#%$. You’re gonna
wish you were dead. Now clean my section and hurry
the hell up about it.” She released me and briskly
walked away as graceful and cocky as ever.
Tanya the Boss Lady Part VII
As I finished up with her section, I noticed
that there were only a few employees left. Wow,
time sure flies when you’re being degraded and put
through hell. Before I went back to the office to
face the witches I decided to make a pit stop. That
whole ball-grabbing episode must have messed with
something because peeing now hurt like hell. I was
pretty tender down there. I splashed some water
on my face and unenthusiastically made my way back
to Tanya’s office. Just before I was about to go
in, Susie came up to me and said, “How could you?
You must be so ashamed!” She had to be talking about
my fraud case, “I am, Susie. It was stupid, I know.”
She shook her head and said “Nobody steals from
me. I’ll get you back, you son of a bitch.” And
she stormed off. On an impulse I barged into Tanya’s
office and aggressively said, “What the hell did
you tell Susie? Now I’m a thief?” I guess I must
have really stunned them. They just sat in their
respective chairs and glared at me like I’d just
killed their puppy. After a pause you could drive
a truck through, Tanya stood up from behind her
desk. Oh no…I’ve awoken the beast. Sh*t! She wasn’t
showing any emotion as she purposefully walked directly
in front of me, her heels clicking on the tiled
floor. “Clearly you need to be taught a lesson,
slave.” She was fuming. What was I thinking? “Take
off your cloths and discard them in the trash…NOW!”
What the hell was I thinking barging in and demanding
answers? How could I face these evil bitches naked?
WHAP! Tanya’s hand slapped my face “Hurry the f*ck
up, bitch!” I quickly removed my tux shirt, then
my undershirt, then my shoes, my socks, and finally
my pants. I stood before them in my underwear. Jenn
and Kim were laughing at me as Jenn said, “C’mon,
boy, get those undies off. Dogs don’t were cloths.”
They continued cackling as I hesitantly slid them
off.
So there I was, standing naked and defeated
in front of the two girls who I hated most in this
world and our new gorgeous boss who happened to
be their sorority sister. Tanya walked around and
sat in her power chair and said to me in her commanding
monotone voice, “Slave, you have broken one of my
most important rules. You have raised your voice
to your superiors and forgot your place here. You
will now be punished severely. Hand Miss Kimmy your
belt, keys and wallet and throw the rest of your
useless cloths in the trash and come here.” My belt?
My keys and wallet? To Kim? Sh*t! I was about to
break down and beg for their forgiveness, but that
would only make this whole thing last longer. After
I put my cloths in the trash I made my way between
Jenn and Kim, “Hold on a sec.” Kim said. I stopped
in front of her and handed her my leather belt,
my keys and my wallet. I felt so totally embarrassed
as she inspected my penis and balls. She reached
out and grabbed my @#%$ with two fingers and lifted
it, exposing my sack. She then slapped my naked
balls, which gave me an uncomfortable tingling sensation
throughout my whole body. “Okay, boy, I just wanted
to get a closer look at my new set of balls. You
may continue.” I breathed deep and moved to the
front of Tanya’s desk and waited for her instruction.
She rested her legs on her desk and crossed her
feet at the ankles and said, “Lean over, boy, and
kiss the soles of my shoes.” As I bent across her
huge desk and began my task, Tanya said, “Now, Miss
Kimmy is about to give you the gift of discipline,
but before she begins I want you to convince her
that you are deserving of such a gift. You may begin
pleading your case.” As I kissed Tanya’s dirty sole,
I shuddered at the thought of explaining to this
snooty bitch why I deserved her discipline. Tanya
pressed harder on my face with her shoe sole, “You’d
better hurry it up, boy, it just keeps getting worse.”
Exactly what I was thinking, “Miss Kimmy, I have
committed a great act of disrespect to You, Miss
Jenny, and Miss Tanya. I wish to be disciplined
however you see fit so that I may learn my proper
place when in your presence. Please discipline me,
Miss Kimmy, for my own good.” Jenn must have thought
this was hilarious because she was laughing her
ass off. I must have been quite the site, bent over
Tanya’s desk naked as I kissed her shoe sole and
pleaded to be disciplined. There was a long pause
as Kim got up from her chair…and then WHAP! My own
belt came crashing across my ass and Holy Sh*t did
it ever f*cking sting. She wasn’t holding back.
WHAP! again WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! My God this was almost
unbearable…WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! I could faintly hear
Jenn cheering her on and I could barely focus on
Tanya’s shoes as the blows kept coming WHAP! WHAP!
WHAP! WHAP! I began sweating profusely and quivering
uncontrollably. WHAP! WHAP! I didn’t deserve this…nobody
deserves this. WHAP! Tears started falling down
my cheeks. As I was beginning to get light headed,
I was quickly brought back to my senses with a familiar
smell. Tanya had kicked off her shoes and my face
was now buried in the sweaty white stockinged soles
of her feet. WHAP! WHAP! the blows kept coming and
coming. Tears blurred my vision, but I could barely
make out, between Tanya’s slender soles, the stern
look on Tanya’s face. She looked so radiant and
confident and so completely in control as she just
sat back rubbing her feet on my tender face while
I endured the most pain I’ve ever been in. After
a few more smacks to my ass, Tanya said, “That’s
enough, Kimmy…” By now I was sobbing. I collapsed
on Tanya’s desk and began kissing her smelly soles
and thanking her for stopping this, “Tha-thank you,
Miss- Miss Tanya. I-I’ll never disobey again. I
promise, Miss Tanya, I promise…” And I kissed and
kissed with the utmost newfound respect. She simply
spread her toes, releasing more of her scent, and
smiled lightly at me while I kissed her feet, “Oh,
I know you won’t, boy. I’m confident that you have
learned a valuable lesson…but we’re not quite finished
here. You disrespected Miss Jenny, too.” Nooo, noooo,
I couldn’t take anymore, “Oh God, please, please
no, Miss Tanya, please…I’ve learned my lesson, please…”
I pleaded with my heart and sole for her to stop
this. She ignored my pleas and spoke to her sisters,
“Your turn, Jenn. Do with him what you will. Kimmy,
why don’t you come join me over here? This chair
is definitely big enough for us both and you’ve
got to see the look on his face.” Tanya smirked
at me. Kim said, “I’d love to, Tanni.” I heard her
say to Jenn, “Here, Jenny. Have fun.” She must have
handed Jenn my belt. I then felt Kim’s hand on my
ass. She was sort of patting it, checking out her
work…and then OWWW! She reached from between my
legs and grabbed my already tender balls and squeezed
them roughly, digging in her nails, “Boy, I think
you should thank me for beating your ass, after
all, I did it because I care about you.” I could
barely speak, “Miss Kimmy…Thank…thank you for my
…my punishment. I won’t disrespect you ever again.
Thank you, Miss-Miss Kimmy…please…thank you.” Then
she pulled up on my balls through my legs until
I was almost off the floor, “You’re damn right you
won’t be dissing me again, slave. But to be honest,
I hope you do, because this was a f*cking blast!”
Tanya the Boss Lady Part VIII
She gave my balls one last tug before releasing
them. She then moved around the desk and sat with
Tanya. Tanya removed her feet from my face and said,
“Here, Kimmy, why don’t you take over.” With that,
Kim slid her shoes off and put her long legs on
Tanya’s desk and placed both nylon covered feet
about two inches from my face and said, “Here you
go, boy. Smell the feet of the woman who just gave
you the beating of your life.” Her feet must have
been about a size 8. She had high arches, her French
manicured toes were long, and they smelled like
she just walked ten miles. Of the three, hers were
by far the most potent. There would be no passing
out while these soles were in proximity. I struggled
to lean in closer and breath in her foot odor as
she had commanded. “How do they smell, slavedog?”
“Miss Kimmy, your beautiful feet…” I was losing
it. I started to weep openly, sobbing, “…your feet
smell…wonderful. Thank you for- for…” I couldn’t
continue. I was a wreck. I’d lost every shred of
dignity I’d ever had. I was beaten both physically
and mentally. I’d given up. I’d decided then and
there to completely submit to these…Goddesses. I
decided to follow every command without hesitation,
to anticipate their pleasure. I’d reasoned that
it had to be this way if I ever wanted to see the
Bahamas…oh, the Bahamas…how distant was that dream.
I leaned in to my new owner’s sweaty feet and slowly
gently placed heart felt kisses on her soles. I
kissed and smelled her feet in an effort to please
her. I wanted so bad to please her. She moved them
around so I could get to every part. “That’s a good,
boy.” Tanya said, “I think he’s finally got it.
Now stay still, doggie, while Jenny gives you the
second part of your gift.” “Yes, Miss Tanya.” I
craned my neck to her soles and said between kisses,
“I won’t disappoint you…any of you. Please, Miss
Jenny, please help me learn my place as your slave.”
Jenn said from behind me, “My pleasure, boy. I’m
only going to give you ten lashes because we still
have a long evening ahead of us, but I want to hear
you thank me between each one. Is that understood,
slave?” My heart was racing with gratitude, “Yes.
Yes, Miss Jenny. Oh thank you. I understand. As
you wish, Miss Jenny, thank you.” And then came
the first blow WHAP! My God, she was using the buckle
side of the belt. “Th-thank you, Miss Jenny…” WHAP!
“Thank…thank you, Miss Jenny…” I took the full ten
blows with my face buried in Tanya’s and Kim’s sweaty
soles. If I hadn’t gone to the bathroom earlier,
I surely would have wet myself. By the last one
I was a total mess. I couldn’t think straight. I
didn’t know where I was. I just knew to thank someone
named Miss Jenny after every blow that sent pain
throughout every inch of my body.
As I collapsed on Tanya’s desk, with her
and Kim’s feet still rubbing on my face I heard
her say, “Now, we won’t be hearing any back talk
from you for now on, will we, boy?” I kissed each
of her toes and weakly said, “No, Miss Tanya. I
am your slave and I won’t ever disobey you. Thank
you for teaching me and disciplining me, Miss Tanya.”
As I was kissing her feet, I felt Jenn’s hand reach
around me and grab hold of my penis. She then began
slowly squeezing and stoking it, “Does this feel
good, slave?” As I kissed and inhaled the scent
of Tanya’s feet, I began to get hard, “Yes, Miss
Jenny. That feels wonderful.” “Good, now stand up
and show your owners your hard on.” I slowly pulled
myself together and pushed myself off the desk until
I was standing straight up with my penis erect for
my owners to inspect. I became very self-conscious
as they stared at me and giggled. Jenn then took
off her own belt, which was made of very thin black
leather, and began fastening it around my balls
at the base of my penis, “There, not a bad cockleash
if I do say so myself.” A cockleash…me on a cockleash
in front of my new owners. She sat back down behind
me and firmly tugged on it; I immediately was pulled
around. “On your knees, boy.” I fell to my knees
and leaned down to her stockinged feet and began
kissing them as she firmly held my new leash. “Goooood
boy.” She sat back down and raised her sole for
me to kiss, which I did. As I was lost in the smell
and degradation of my new position, I heard Tanya
say, “Slave, just to let you know I told Suzie and
the other waitresses that you have been stealing
tips from them. Is that okay with you?” I swallowed
and spoke through tears, “Yes, Miss Tanya. Thank
you.” She snickered and said, “I thought it would
be. I also told them that instead of turning you
over to the authorities or firing you that we’d
discipline in house. They were skeptical, but I
assured them that you’d be paying them back one
way or another. So, the next time you see any of
them I want you to get on your knees and apologize
for stealing from them. Tell them that you will
gladly serve whatever punishment they thought was
appropriate.” “Yes, Miss Tanya. I will beg their
forgiveness and plead for them to punish me however
they see fit. Thank you, Miss Tanya.” “Good boy.”
Tanya then got up from her desk and walked to her
door and said to her sisters, “Ladies, I’ll make
sure everyone is gone and then we’ll open a bottle
of wine and have some more fun.” Kim said, “That
sounds great, Tanni. We’ll continue training slaveboy.”
“Excellent, maybe you can give him a new name…something
like Rover or Spot.” They all laughed and I heard
the door open and close. Kim got up and came around
to the other chair in front of the desk and sat
down, “What do you think, boy? How does Fido sound
to you?” I turned to Kim and leaned down to her
stockinged feet and began kissing them, “Whatever
pleases you, Miss Kimmy. I exist to please you.”
Jenn said, “Good, then Fido it is.” She stood up
and handed my belt to Kim and then removed her nylons
and sat back down. She jerked my cockleash and said,
“Here, Fido, here boy.” I scampered over to Jenn’s
bare feet and began kissing the tops of her toes.
“Good boy. Now, I want you to lick my feet clean
like a good doggy. Be sure to get in between my
toes and be sure to get em good and clean or else
I’ll have to punish you again.” My heart started
to pound as she raised her bare sole and held it
up to my face. I quickly reached up to support it
for her and began feverishly licking her sweaty
smelly bare foot. “Slow down boy” She tugged hard
on my cockleash, “I want you to enjoy it and savor
the taste of your Mistress’ foot. “Yes, Miss Jenny.
Thank you for the privilege of letting me lick your
beautiful feet clean.” When I’d licked every part
of her foot until it was completely clean, I lowered
it onto my leg and raised the other one to my face
and began slowly licking. I licked her sole and
in between her toes where there was some fuzz from
her nylons, which I dutifully chewed and swallowed.
I actually think she was impressed by this, “That’s
a goood boy, Fido! I didn’t even have to tell you
to swallow my toejam. Good boy.” And she reached
out and patted me on the head, which, for some strange
reason made me happy and incredibly proud. I was
so happy to have pleased her. I kissed her sole
a few times before continuing with the cleaning.
Tanya the Boss Lady Part IX
As I was finishing up with her second foot,
a light knock came at the door. Kim and Jenn looked
at each other and smiled. I hesitantly lowered Jenn’s
foot to my leg as Kim got up and opened the door.
“Tanya told me that Russel wanted to speak to me.”
Holy sh*t! Cute little Suzie, who I trained just
three weeks ago, was about to witness my complete
and utter humiliation. For the last three weeks
this girl thought I hung the moon…and now she’s
going to see me like this and she’s under the impression
that I stole tips from her. Wonderful. My instructions,
though, were clear. I sat at Jenn’s feet and waited
for Suzie to enter and see me there, naked with
my beaten ass, on my knees, with a cockleash on…a
cockleash that was being held by one of my new owners.
“Yes,” Kim said, “I believe he owes you an apology.
Come on in, Suzie.” The seconds seemed like hours
as I waited for some sort of reaction. Finally it
came, “…ooooohh…myyyy….God…” was all she said. Jenn
looked up at her, “You see Suzie, Russel here does
not want to go to jail for his little crime and
he certainly doesn’t want to lose his job…so we
gave him an option. You can pretty much guess that
he opted for the alternative. He’s now our slave.”
Suzie was trying to grasp this whole thing, “Are
you serious? I mean…” Jenn took her feet off my
lap and stood up, jerking my leash in the process,
“Boy, up on your knees.” I immediately rose up and
did as she commanded. “C’mon, boy, here boy.” She
was leading me by tugging on my cockleash. We went
about six feet until we were right in front of Suzie
and Kim. She then handed Suzie my leash. Suzie hesitantly
took hold of it. I bowed my head in shame as I knelt
there before her, staring at the tips of her black
thick-soled shoes that were covered almost completely
by her too long black slacks. I could tell she was
uncomfortable because there was another long pause
and some slack in my leash. Remembering what Tanya
had said earlier, I leaned down before her and gently
kissed the tops of her shoes. Kim said, “Good boy,
Fido. Now, don’t you have something to say to Suzie?”
I cleared my throat and spoke softly, “uh…Miss Suzie,
I uhmm…I would like to apologize for…uhmm, for stealing
tips from you. I deserve to be, uhmm…punished however
you see fit.” I again leaned down and kissed her
shoes. “Hmmm…”, Kim said as she moved around behind
me, “Not very convincing, Fido.” WHAP! That familiar
sting from my belt on my tender ass was more than
enough to motivate me. “Look at her, Fido. Look
at the girl you stole from and let’s try this again.”
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! My body jerked with each ruthless
blow. I raised up on my knees and met Suzie’s curious
stare. She was so petite and young looking...so
innocent and beautiful…pure. Her Asian face was
angelic. I again pleaded to her with watery eyes,
“Please, Miss Suzie, please forgive me for my selfish
stupidity. I beg you to punish me harshly. I have
committed a great act of mistrust against you and
I wish only to please you with my complete and utter
degradation and punishment. Whatever you see fit,
Miss Suzie.” And with that Suzie’s eyes lit up.
I could see the wheels and gears turning with the
possibilities inside her head. I’m not sure if it
was joy or just deep interest, but something in
her clicked. She grabbed my leash and pulled it
tight, almost causing me to fall forward. The sisters
cheered and egged her on, “That a way, girl, you
show him what’s up” said Kim. Jenn added, “Yeah,
sweetie. After all, he did steal upwards of $300
from you over the past three weeks…” Jenn paused,
kicked me in the chest and looked down at me, “Isn’t
that right, Fido?” I immediately saw a chance to
impress my new owners, “Yes, Miss Jenny. I would
have to guestimate the total at about $450 or $500.”
This is where my whole experience gets
a little weird (As if my experience so far isn’t
messed up enough). I write this now because it’s
the truth. As Miss Suzie took a firm grasp of my
cockleash, I heard Kim and Jenn get up and leave
the office, “All yours, Suzie. Remember, he’s the
pig that took complete advantage of you.” “That’s
right” added Jenn, “He stole tips that you rightfully
earned. He deserves no mercy. Absolutely anything
you desire. We’ll be back in a few minutes to make
sure Fido hasn’t grabbed a soft spot in your heart.”
Suzie reassured them, “Don’t worry, I think I know
how to deal with this pig.” The two sisters giggled
on their way out.
As the door closed, Suzie slowly moved
around me until she was leaning against the desk.
I didn’t look her in the eyes, but I could feel
that she was glaring at me with utter contempt;
she hated my guts.
Tanya the Boss Lady Part X
I turned and knelt before her…I couldn’t
help but wonder what she had in store for me. I,
who had trained her and walked her through her first
two weeks on the job, who was her superior, who
she had looked up to and admired, was now naked,
on my knees before her at her mercy as she tugged
on my cockleash. She spoke softly, but deliberately,
“A whipping is too good for you. You took advantage
of a defenseless girl who trusted you. You need
to be taught your true place for such a shameful
act.” She jerked my cockleash so hard that I fell
towards her.
I was now on my hands and knees as she
moved around behind me and passed the leash between
my legs as she stood behind me holding it, “Stay”
was all she said. She fiddled around with the leash
at the base of my penis and balls and actually tightened
it, ripping out more than a few pubic hairs in the
process, ouch. She gave it a few test pulls, and
then viciously tugged on it like she was trying
to rip it off, but it was now fastened way too tight.
My God, did it hurt. She was literally pulling me
backward by my penis and balls. I must have been
whimpering or making some noises because she kicked
me in the ass and said, “Shut up!” I took quick
breaths and tried to calm down. I felt her place
her foot on my ass for leverage and tug the leash
even more. She just kept pulling. The pain was unbearable
and I started to frantically beg her to stop. She
responded by pulling harder on my leash. With her
foot she pushed my ass down and said, “Down, boy,
on your belly.” I managed to catch my breath and
say, “Yes, yes, Miss Suzie.” and I went to the cold
floor on my stomach with my penis now pulled back
between my legs.
I felt her let up a little on my leash
and then there was a long silent pause, just enough
time for me to gather my thoughts and for the degradation
to sink in even more. Finally she spoke, “That was
only a warm up, you filthy thief.” I was quivering
on the floor, praying for her to show me mercy…when
she began kicking my balls, lightly at first and
then with more gusto. Every time she connected it
was like an electric shock coursing throughout my
body. She kept finding different angles, so I never
knew where to expect the next blow. After what seemed
like forever, she finally stopped kicking me…or
so I thought. Her next kick was her hardest yet
and it made my whole body spasm. I was losing control
of my faculties again and I begged, pleaded and
apologized over and over. It didn’t faze her, “Your
pathetic whining is making me sick!” and with that
she kicked my battered, flaccid penis and then stepped
on it. She applied more and more pressure until
she was standing on it with her full weight. She
jerked the leash, put her foot on my ass and yelled
at me to stop squirming. She then stepped up on
to my ass with her other foot and began walking
up my back until the sole of her right shoe was
stepping on the side of my face. She gave the leash
a hard tug and I felt like my balls were going to
explode all over my ass. After pulling and tugging
for a few minutes with me under foot, she got off
and stood in front of me. I was panting and gasping
for breath as I nudged forward and began kissing
her shoes, “Thank…thank you, Miss Suzie.” I was
weeping. She reached down and grabbed me by my hair,
“You are a loser. You deserve what you’re getting.
Now roll over on to your back, loser.” She leaned
down to me and spit in my face and then shoved my
head back down and let go of my hair. I instantly
went to the commanded position. She maneuvered the
leash around my leg, stepped up onto my chest and
stared down at me. As I looked into her eyes, I
found that the angelic, innocent image I had of
her had changed drastically. I now feared this vengeful
young beauty. I was at her complete mercy. She dug
her thick soles into my chest and started to stomp
around on my body like it was covered with bugs,
all the while using my leash to help her balance.
Every now and then she’d concentrate on my nipples
or stomach. I was getting pretty tender and very
marked up from this, not to mention being absolutely
exhausted from tensing my muscles, anticipating
her blows.
She suddenly let go of the leash and began
undoing her pants. Before I knew it she had stepped
off of me with her feet on either side of my head
facing my body. Her slacks were down to her knees
exposing her smooth, firm ass through her thin pink
panties. She looked down at me over her shoulder
and her face lit up with anticipation. What was
she going to do, make me eat her out? Was she this
kinky? She pulled her panties down to her knees
and slowly lowered her ass until it was about three
inches from my nose. I was shocked to see a tattoo
on each of her cheeks; they were Chinese symbols
of some sort. I never thought she was the type to
have a tattoo, much less on her ass cheeks. I wondered
what else I didn’t know about her.
Her @#%$ smelled musky and sweaty, probably
from running around all night serving rich people.
She picked up my leash again and began pulling on
my @#%$ and balls, “Now I want you to stick your
tongue up my ass as far as it will possibly go.
If I think that you’re not trying hard enough…well,
you’ll know it.” She giggled and began pulling on
the leash. I craned my neck up to her anus and just
as I was about to enter her, she let out a fart.
It went straight in my face and caught me off guard.
It was completely degrading. I reared back, which
was a huge mistake. She began violently yanking
my leash and yelling something in Chinese. Each
tug was extremely painful. I yelped, “I’m sorry,
Miss Suzie, I’m sorry, please, please Miss, please…”
Finally she settled down, “Don’t make that mistake
again, loser slave, or I’ll rip ‘em off completely.
You hear me?!” I responded through tears, “Yes,
Miss Suzie. I deserve this. Please let me try again
to please you. Please Miss Suzie…” She said, “Good,
now let’s try this again” and she lowered her ass,
again, above my waiting face. As I was leaning up
to her @#%$, she let out another fart, only this
time it was longer and more potent, but I stayed
right there and took it. I could tell she approved
because she let up a tad on my leash. I then stuck
my tongue out and inserted it into her pinkish brown
bud; it was a tight squeeze, but I managed to get
it in there about 2 ½ inches. It was tangy and warm.
She wiggled a little and lowered herself until her
full weight was resting on my face.
Tanya the Boss Lady Part XI
There I was, naked on the office floor
with Suzie holding my cockleash while sitting on
my face with my tongue up her ass. Just as I was
about to pass out from lack of oxygen, I heard someone
come in. Suzie must have been startled because she
lifted up just enough for me to take a breath. My
tongue was still in her @#%$ as I heard Kim say,
“Wow, Suzie! Impressive!” Suzie tugged my leash
with authority, “This is nothing. I haven’t even
started with him.” Kim laughed and said, “That’s
good because Tanya sent me in here to let you know
that everyone is gone for the night. It’s just us.
She even sent the security guard home. Now we can
bring Fido out on the floor and really have some
fun.” Oh my God! What more could they possibly do
to me? Alone in this huge restaurant with them?
I was getting very nervous and worried about failing
them. I was already spent from all the abuse and
was fast losing hope of any mercy from my new owners.
If I was to stand any chance at all I not only had
to try to completely accept my new role as slave/doggy/foot
licker/ass licker/carpet, I had to excel at it…or
I would be done for. My path was clearer than ever
now. They were clearly superior to me…after all,
they had won.
As this moment of clarity washed over me,
I heard Miss Suzie say to Miss Kimmy, “That sounds
great. Just one more thing before we go out there.”
And with that she lifted herself off my tongue,
moved her ass back towards my forehead and began
pissing all over my face, “I haven’t gone for a
few hours and I figured what better way to express
myself to this lowlife loser.” It startled me at
first, but then I reasoned that I deserved this.
She was marking her territory…me. As her piss sprayed
in my face I heard Miss Kimmy gasp, “Oh my God!
Suzie, you are soooo f*cking awesome! Do it in his
mouth and make him drink it!” Without having to
be told I opened my mouth as far as it would go
and moved in closer to her pee hole, catching as
much of it as possible. She tugged my leash as her
warm, salty urine filled my mouth. I forced it down
my throat and by the time I was done, so was she.
She lifted up slightly and sprayed two more squirts
that splashed off my nose and eyes, “There, much
better. Now lick me clean, loser slave, and thank
me for giving you a drink.” I strained to reach
her bald @#%$ and lick it for her, “Thank you, Miss
Suzie, for giving me what I deserve. I’m sorry for
steeling from you Miss Suzie. I only hope that you
will keep allowing me to make it up to you.” Suzie
snickered, “You’ll never make it up to me. You’ll
always be a piss drinking scumbag in my book.” She
raised herself up and pulled up her panties and
slacks, “Now roll over and lick up that mess and
the next time I use you for my toilet you better
not miss anything.” I quickly rolled over and began
lopping up the puddle of her urine on the floor.”
Miss Kimmy was laughing so hard she was almost in
tears.
As I was on my belly licking up the last
of the piss, I felt my leash being pulled from behind.
Then I felt the sole of a shoe on my outstretched
penis. I saw Miss Suzie come around and stand in
front of me, so it had to be Miss Kimmy who was
grinding my penis into the ground, “You like that,
Fido? You like your new owner’s piss?” “Yes, Miss
Kimmy.” She was stepping full weight on my penis.
It was difficult to reply, but I managed to squeak
out a thank you. “Good, because there’s lots more
where that came from. Tanni and Jenny are opening
two bottles of wine right now. Suzie, do you like
wine?” Miss Suzie surprised me again when she replied,
“Oh yeah. I’m actually somewhat of a wine connoisseur.”
Kimmy gasped, “I’m serious, Suzie, you honestly
are a mystery to me. Who knew you had it in you,
and a wine connoisseur? I can’t wait to find out
more about you.” Suzie giggled and said, “Oh, there’s
plenty more. You said everyone is gone accept us
girls?” Miss Kimmy gave my thrashed dick one last
stomp and said, “That’s right honey. I like your
style. We’re seriously going to have to share ideas.”
Suzie nudged my face with her foot, “Up
on your hands and knees, loser.” I immediately,
painfully, tenderly rose up to my hands and knees
for Miss Suzie. She strolled around me and then
I felt her mount me. She was sitting on my back
with her legs draped down my sides, “Take my shoes
off, loser, and let my feet breathe.” She grabbed
me by the hair, scooted up my back, and hung her
legs over my shoulders. With one hand planted on
the ground to support us, I undid her laces and
removed my owner’s shoe, and did the same for her
other one. She was a size 5 ½ . Her delicate feet
with her thin black work socks clinging snuggly
to her toes were now dangling in front of my face.
As she wiggled her toes she lifted them up to my
nose, “Take a good whiff, loser, and remember who
you’ve @#%$ with.” Her feet were surprisingly strong
smelling. This was certainly not a scent I would
soon forget. She held them to my face and rubbed
them across my lips and cheeks. They were drenched
with her sweat. Then she peeled one sock off, turned
it inside-out and stuffed it in my mouth, toe end
first, “Here you go, loser, you can suck on my sweaty
socks for awhile. I wore these last night, too,
so they should be nice and tasty.” It was salty,
tangy, and it tasted like it smelled. She then took
off her other one and did the same. My mouth was
so full with her sweat soaked work socks that I
had to breath through my nose. Miss Kimmy laughed
from behind me as I hung my head in shame and stared
at the tops of Miss Suzie’s bare feet. She was flexing
and dangling them front of me and I noticed that
she had no nail polish on her toes. Miss Suzie then
lifted her feet up and sandwiched my face between
her moist soles with her toes meeting just under
my nose. Every breath I took was dominated by the
strong smell of her feet, and I consciously took
deep breaths, so as to not offend her. As I completely
submitted to this Goddess-like Asian girl, I heard
Miss Kimmy hand her the leash and then I felt a
familiar tug on my balls. She removed her feet from
my face and scooted back to a riding position and
said, “Okay horsy, let’s move it…hya, hya…” Miss
Kimmy, once again, busted up, “Suzie, you are too
much. You’re such a natural.”
I knew what was expected of me. I carried
Miss Suzie out on the dining room floor to where
Miss Tanya and Miss Jenny were seated at the VIP
booth, all the while Miss Kimmy whipping me in the
ass. It was so incredibly humiliating…being out
on the floor like this, naked, carrying Miss Suzie,
sucking on her sweaty socks while being beaten by
Miss Kimmy and laughed at by Miss Tanya and Miss
Jenny. I became even more self-conscious as I approached
the table. Miss Suzie said, “Whoa, boy, whoa…” The
laughter continued as I stopped and glanced up at
my owner’s legs under the table, Miss Tanya’s white
stockings and off-white heels, Miss Jenny’s tone
bare legs with her work shoes on, and…what? Another
set of legs? But whose? I had no idea; I just knew
that someone else was going to witness my new reality,
which seemed to amplify my feelings of extreme humiliation.
She wasn’t wearing black slacks, so it wasn’t someone
who worked here…and the yellow sandals didn’t ring
a bell…hmmmm…
Tanya the Boss Lady Part XII
They all sat and listened to Miss Kimmy
tell them of my latest ordeal and Miss Suzie’s exceptional
control over me and how she was such a natural.
Miss Suzie just sat on my back as they all heard
that she actually pissed in my face and in my mouth.
I was in awe of her. I still couldn’t believe the
change that had come over her, I mean yesterday
she was sweet little Suzie, polite, slightly nervous…but
now she was in control, confident, cruel…it didn’t
make sense. Miss Suzie then choked up on the leash,
reached around behind me and tugged my package to
the right. It hurt like hell and when I didn’t respond
she sighed, “He’s still got a long way to go…Hya,
boy, hya!” She tugged much harder this time and
I finally realized that she was spurring me on and
trying to guide me using my leash. I hesitantly
began moving to my right. “Hya, boy!” Her body movement
on my back told me that she wanted me to go and
go fast, so I took off at a pretty fast pace. For
the next fifteen minuets Miss Suzie rode me around
the dining room floor, which was carpeted, thank
God. I soon learned her commands: Tug to the right,
go right- Tug to left, go left- Tug straight up,
stop- Hya, go faster- Whooaaaa, go slower. She put
on quite a show for my other owners. I was exhausted,
sore, and about to collapse. All the sweat and dirt
from Miss Suzie’s filthy work socks was now all
over my mouth. I was breathing heavily through my
nose and drooling down my chin. I must have looked
like I felt because my owners were laughing hysterically
at me and ridiculing me. For a while, Miss Suzie
rode me back and forth in front of the booth where
they were sitting and drinking wine. Every time
we’d pass it, Miss Kimmy would whip my ass. Miss
Suzie even slowed down a couple of times so that
Miss Kimmy could get more licks in on my already
beaten ass; she even caught me right on my balls
a few times. Tears were streaming. I strained to
not make a sound. I didn’t want to disappoint my
superiors. Miss Suzie rode me like a champion; she
was so completely in control of me. I’d been her
toilet and now I was her animal. I was so busy and
focused on my lesson that I never got to see the
face of the mystery guest at the booth.
After one more lap around the restaurant,
Miss Suzie finally rode me back to the booth, dismounted
me and said, “On your back, Fido.” I was panting
vigorously and trying to catch my breath, but I
instantly rolled over and lay on the carpet in front
of the booth. Miss Suzie passed the leash back through
my legs and stepped up on me with both bare feet
on my chest. She brought her left foot to my mouth,
removed her socks with her agile toes, and dropped
them next to my head. She then held her the sole
of her foot an inch above my face and said one word,
“Clean.” and then she yanked my cockleash. I met
her stern gaze and answered, “Yes, Miss Suzie. Thank
you, Miss Suzie.” I swallowed some of the grit and
lint from her socks, leaned up to her sole, and
started licking from her heel to her toes. I licked
and licked and whenever I got to her toes, she’d
flex them back allowing me clearer access. I licked
every wrinkle and crevice on my owner’s sole and
swallowed everything that came from it; all of the
sweat, lint, dirt. After a thorough cleaning of
her sole I moved on to her toes. I sucked on her
toes and worked my tongue all around them and over/under
her nails. I then cleaned between her toes and swallowed
all the sock lint and toe jam that had built up.
When I was finished I began kissing her sole to
let her know. She squeezed my nose between her toes
and then lifted her foot and smacked my face with
her still damp sole. She then switched feet and
I went through the same ritual with that one. Here
I was licking the sweat and grime off of her feet…and
I actually felt lucky…and I felt worried that I’d
disappoint her.
After finishing with her right foot she
merely planted it squarely on my face and stood
there casually, like I was part of the floor, like
this was natural for her. This was actually somewhat
of a break for me, after what I’d already been through.
The ladies tasted wine and chatted about random
stuff for the next few minuets, every once in a
while mentioning me. Miss Suzie casually stood on
me, rubbing her smooth foot all over my face. I
could still taste and feel the grit and lint from
her socks and her feet in my mouth. Whenever her
sole would pass my lips, I made an effort to kiss
and truly worship it, hoping this would please her.
During this ‘break’ in the action I heard the unknown
girl’s voice ask, “Suzie, did you like really…you
know…go to the bathroom in his mouth?” It was a
familiar voice, young and curious, yet apprehensive…but
who was it? They all got quiet and Miss Suzie said,
“Yes. And he thanked me for it, didn’t you loser?”
She lifted her foot enough for me to answer her,
“Yes, Miss Suzie and I would be honored to be used
by you again.” She replaced her foot on my face
and the girls giggled. How must this have sounded
and looked to this new girl? She didn’t seem as
used to this whole situation as the others were.
A new wave of humiliation came upon me as I started
to really see myself through her eyes.
Tanya spoke up, “Fido hasn’t been introduced
to Nikki yet.” Jenn added, “Well, actually he has,
but that was when he was still Russel.” Nikki? Do
I know a Nikki? I did, but from where? Nikki said,
“Yeah, and he was like such a dick during my interview.”
Interview? What Interview? She continued, “He made
me wait for an hour, okay, I was like get real…and
then when he finally saw me he made me do all these
stupid tasks to prove that I was like, you know,
worthy or something…I mean he actually wanted me
to clean the bathrooms…can you believe it? I’m so
sure.” Holy sh*t!! Oh my God! I knew whom the voice
belonged to now.
About three months ago Stewart was out
of town, so I conducted a couple of job interviews.
One of the applicants was this snooty little rich
bitch who looked like she just graduated high school.
Curiosity got the best of me and I asked her why
she was applying. She said, “My stupid dad told
me to like, get a job or he’d take away my Lexis,
I mean, I’m so sure.” The way she sat there with
her legs and arms crossed like the whole place was
beneath her, popping her gum, rolling her eyes…I
mean she was your classic stereotypical blonde,
the reason people make blonde jokes. She wore a
pink one-piece business suit with matching heels
and get this-gloves. She even wore a stupid little
pink hat with her hair pulled back in a bun. I could
barely keep from laughing. Even though she didn’t
seem to have any solid qualifications, she was very
pretty and I knew Martin liked to have pretty girls
at the hostess stand, so I was actually going to
give her a shot at a hostess job, but then she really
messed up. I asked her how she knew about this place
and she replied, “Jenny and Kimmy told me abou-”
She caught herself and her eyes got wide. They had
obviously tried to hook her up with a job, but told
her not to mention that she knew them. She was probably
some pledge in their stupid sorority. After I’d
realized they were behind this girl, I played it
off like it didn’t bother me and I decided to have
some fun. First I had her show that she could wash
a few dishes, then she swept the entryway, then
she emptied all the trash in the restaurant. It
was hilarious watching her run around awkwardly
in her pink high heels, her face flushed. She was
quite the fish out of water. By the time we were
done she was sweating and disheveled. It was probably
the most work she’d ever done in her fluffy life.
I decided to push the envelope with her and see
how far she would go, so I asked her to clean the
bathrooms. She looked at me like I was from Mars
and stormed out in a huff. I laughed my ass off
and was on top of the world- WHAP! Miss Suzie’s
foot sole came smacking across my face.
Tanya the Boss Lady Part XIII
“Answer my question, Fido!” WHAP! WHAP!
Miss Suzie stood with both feet on my chest and
peered down at me, “Do you remember meeting Nikki?”
I swallowed, gathered my thoughts and answered her,
“Yes, Miss Suzie, I remember meeting Miss Nikki.”
Miss Nikki chimed in, “Yeah, I bet you do, @#%$.”
As I was thinking how I completely regretted the
way I treated Miss Nikki, Miss Suzie looked into
my eyes. She grinned slightly and gathered up a
wad of spit. She gave my leash a tug and for some
reason I knew where she was going with this, so
I opened my mouth and waited. She lined up her mouth
with mine and let it fall. It was a perfect shot,
landing directly on my tongue. I savored the feel
and taste of her spit in my dry mouth, and then
swallowed and said, “Thank you, Miss Suzie.” She
snickered down at me and then lifted her left foot
and held it about an inch over face. I leaned up
and softly kissed her sole on the ball of her foot.
After a few kisses she slapped my face with her
sole, stepped off me, tugged my leash and said,
“Up.” I knew she wanted me on my hands and knees,
so I rolled over and pushed myself up. I was sore
all over. Once again, she passed the leash between
my legs so that my penis was being stretched from
behind. Miss Tanya said, “Fido, you’re not making
many friends tonight.” They laughed, “Now get under
the table and give Nikki a proper greeting and I
think you might even owe her an apology. You’re
lucky if she doesn’t whip the skin right off your
back.” Without hesitation I crawled under the big
table to where Miss Nikki’s legs were crossed. During
our last encounter I had made a fool of her. I was
in the position of power…but now things had changed,
to say the least. This spoiled teen princess had
just become one of my owners…and I needed to show
her the proper respect. I desperately wanted to
please her.
She was wearing thin white knee socks with
thick soled, shiny, yellow, plastic looking, open-toed
sandals. Her legs were milky white and smooth. She
had on a bright yellow skirt and from my position
under the table I could barely make out her panties,
which were white with little yellow flowers. Her
white blouse was tucked into her skirt with a shiny
yellow belt loosely fastened at her waist. Being
naked under the table with all of my owner’s legs
and feet in view made me realize that this is where
I belonged, beneath them.
I leaned in to Miss Nikki’s dangling foot
and kissed each of her toes and said in my most
humble voice, “Miss Nikki, I am truly ashamed about
the way I treated you in your interview. I am sincerely
sorry for humiliating you and causing you stress.
It would be my honor to serve you in any way you
desire or serve any punishment you see fit.” I leaned
back down and continued kissing her toes. Miss Nikki
gave a short disapproving sigh, “Oh my God, he’s
like…such a loser. I mean like, is he serious?”
Miss Kimmy, who was sitting at the edge of the table
on Miss Nikki’s left, spoke up, “Oh he’s serious.
This is where he belongs and he knows it. This piece
of sh*t is our property now and his only purpose
is to serve us and make amends for past mistakes…isn’t
that right, Fido?” From under the table I replied,
“Yes, Miss Kimmy. My behavior was inexcusable and
I am happy to make amends. Anything to please you,
Miss Kimmy.” Miss Kimmy had kicked her shoes off
again and she had one leg crossed over the other.
I noticed that she still held my belt in her hands
on her lap. I inched over to her raised dark nylon
covered foot and began tenderly kissing each of
her toes. When I caught a waft of her foot smell
I flashed back to my recent beating in the office.
A cold sweat came over me as I remembered the immense
pain that each lash brought me and as I thought
about this and relived it, my desire to please her
increased. I realized how much power she had over
me and how inferior I truly was to her and my other
owners.
She flexed her foot back, indicating that
she wanted her sole kissed and for the next little
while I was lost in the world of Miss Kimmy’s foot,
breathing in her strong odor. I slowly covered her
whole foot with my kisses. I wanted her to know
that I accepted my position under her and that she
truly did own me. I moved down to her other foot
and gently caressed it with my lips. As I was kissing
Miss Kimmy’s foot, Miss Jenny, who was on Miss Nikki’s
right, leaned down and said to me, “Fido, why don’t
you take off Nikki’s shoes for her and massage her
feet.” Miss Nikki perked up and started clapping
her hands, “Oh yes yes yes, I’ve been shopping all
day today and my feet are soooooo killing me.” I
felt Miss Kimmy plant her other foot on my face
and forcefully push me away. Miss Suzie gave my
leash a vicious tug from behind and said, “You heard
her, loser, get busy.” I didn’t need any prompting;
I’d already thought this through. I positioned myself
on my knees in front of Miss Nikki’s legs and kissed
her exposed toes through the thin white sock of
her dangling foot. I reached up and as smoothly
as I could, unfastened the buckle just under her
ankle. Gently, I slid her shoe off her foot and
set it next to Miss Kimmy’s shoes by the pole in
the center of the table. I noticed her sandal was
a size 7. She wiggled her toes and flexed her foot.
I then leaned in, held her foot with both hands
and firmly kneaded her sole with my thumbs, starting
at her heel and working up to her toes, every so
often kissing her sole which was damp and emanating
a scent that told me she’d been in these shoes all
day. Her sock was clinging to her foot and I could
clearly see her slightly dirty toe imprints. I worked
her whole foot and sole, covering each toe, the
tops, her arch…I could tell I was doing something
right because she let out a slight moan, “Mmmmmm…”
Miss Jenny replied, “Wait until he gives you a thorough
foot bath…with his tongue.” I was thinking the exact
same thing. “Oh, I’m looking forward to that, and
they could use a good cleaning.” Miss Suzie added,
“He’s an okay ass licker, as well. You should try
him.” Miss Nikki was giggling like a child, “Oh
my God! I don’t know, like will he really do it?”
Miss Tanya, who was sitting on Miss Jenny’s right
at the other edge of the booth, casually said, “Of
course he will, sweetie. Not only will he do it,
he’ll beg to do it.” She laughed and they all joined
in. Soon they were talking about other things and
I was left to my task.
Tanya the Boss Lady Part XIV
When I finished massaging her foot, I kissed
it all over, taking in her scent. I then rested
it on my thigh and moved down to the other one that
was still on the floor. She crossed her legs the
other way so that this foot was now dangling in
front of my face. She was becoming accustomed to
my subservience. I undid her buckle, removed her
sandal, set it next to her other one, and began
massaging and kissing her smooth, warm, moist socked
foot.
As I caressed and kneaded her toes and
soft soles, my mind was being flooded with thoughts.
I was wondering if Miss Nikki was enjoying this
or if there was something I could do better. I was
thinking how beautiful and unique her feet were…and
each of my owner’s feet was; the way they were shaped,
the variances in smell. I was thinking that even
though I was physically uncomfortable (being hunched
over, naked, on my knees, with a leash fastened
around my penis and balls), that this was the most
peace I’d had since becoming a slave. I was sort
of left alone in my world under the table, well,
except for the occasional tug on my leash from Miss
Suzie. I was thinking how I was becoming used to
my role as slave. Maybe waiting on and serving rich
people for the past seven years was a help, or maybe
I was naturally subservient, or maybe my extreme
beating triggered it…maybe, in my heart, I knew
all along that Miss Jenny and Miss Kimmy were superior
to me, but that it took the authority of Miss Tanya
to bring it to the surface and help me recognize
it. Whatever it was it didn’t matter now, because
I was their slave…and rightfully so. I began focusing
more on my task of bringing pleasure to Miss Nikki.
When I’d finished with her massage my arms
were extremely tired and I was shaking slightly.
I cleared my throat and humbly spoke up to her,
“Miss Nikki, may I please remove your socks so that
I may clean your beautiful feet for you?” She leaned
down under the table, looked me right in the eyes
and for the first time since her interview I saw
her face. My God was she ever pretty…captivating…a
truly rare beauty, so young looking, so…perfect.
Her long blonde hair was in pigtails, which added
to her youthful appearance. This young Goddess had
probably been pampered her whole life and was used
to being served. I felt weak under her gaze, like
I wasn’t even worthy enough to serve her. I involuntarily
averted my gaze back down to her feet, which were
resting on my thighs. I could feel her staring at
me. What could she be thinking? I soon realized
that we were on the same page concerning our respective
places. She lifted her right foot off my thigh and
brought her toes up to my lips. I reached up and
gently supported her foot for her and lovingly kissed
her toes and inhaled her scent. She then brought
up her other foot, which I held for her, and placed
both of her soles over my mouth with the ball of
her foot and her toes directly under my nose. I
then closed my eyes and silently worshipped her
and thanked her and made her a promise to always
obey her. My God, she had no idea the power she
had over me. When I opened my eyes she was still
looking under the table at me. She was looking at
me like I belonged there, like I was lucky to be
in the same room with her…and I also detected a
slight hint of…disgust in her gaze, which not only
worried me, it made my heart sink and my stomach
turn. The thought of her not being pleased with
me was something I wasn’t sure I could handle. Finally
she spoke to me…or at me, “You’re like, so pathetic.
I mean you thought you were all clever in my interview,
making me do those horrible jobs, as if, and now
look at you…begging to lick my feet clean.” She
let out a giggle, “Yeah, like, go ahead…Fido” She
giggled harder, “…clean my stinky feet, whatever…loser…”
She raised her head back up top and joined the conversation…once
again, ignoring me.
Her feet were still in my face as I sat
there and thought about what just happened. She
didn’t even see me as a person anymore. She was
so completely above me…the way she accepted my subservience…her
laughter and her mocking tone…and the ring of truth
to her perception of herself and of me. I was feeling
like this is where I belonged, beneath her, at her
feet. I tenderly held her ankles, pulled my face
back from her soles, and then covered them with
my kisses.
I took a deep breath and then lowered Miss
Nikki’s Left foot and rested it on my thigh. I then
leaned in to support her right foot with my face
as I reached up past her shin and delicately lowered
her schoolgirl white sock down to her ankle. I held
her leg and pulled her sock off by the toe part
and set it on top of her shoe. I placed that foot
down on my lap and went through the same thing with
the other one. As I cradled my owner’s precious
feet in my hands, I paused for a moment to take
in the sheer beauty of them. Each of my owner’s
feet were distinctly different; Miss Tanya’s slender
feet with high arches and her toes in descending
order, Miss Jenny’s slightly wider athletic looking
feet with her second toe slightly longer, Miss Kimmy’s
shapely size 8’s with her long flexible French manicured
toes, and Miss Suzie’s petite dark colored feet
with no toenail polish. Each of their feet were
beautiful and worthy of worship, but there was something
about Miss Nikki’s feet…they were purely majestic…perfect…every
single line, every single contour, her pink painted
toenails, her perfect arch and slightly fleshy pinkish
soles…I was completely captivated and feeling extremely
fortunate. I held them both up to my face and covered
her bare soles with my soft kisses. The scent that
came from her feet was like an aphrodisiac to me;
it was very similar to Miss Tanya’s scent, a little
vinegary, but a fuller and sharper smell than Miss
Tanya’s feet. Could they be related? Hmmm…
I placed Miss Nikki’s left foot back on
my lap and I started my glorious task by pressing
my tongue flat against her right heel. I then slowly,
carefully, licked up her sole. I licked and licked,
every now and then adding some kisses to my beautiful
teen owner’s foot. When I got up to her toes I noticed
a few white lint balls in between them, which I
collected on my tongue. I took a moment to savor
the taste before swallowing them. When I had thoroughly
cleaned her sole and in between her toes, I moved
to the top of her foot and continued licking and
kissing. I finished up by cleaning under her toenails.
I then focused my efforts on sucking each of her
toes, hoping this would please her. I closed my
eyes as I sucked and worshipped her big toe.
I didn’t even realize that they had all
gotten quiet until I opened my eyes and saw Miss
Nikki peering down at me with a big smile on her
angelic face. I then noticed that Miss Kimmy was
also looking, as was Miss Jenny and Miss Tanya.
I became extremely self-conscious. They all suddenly
burst into laughter. I must have looked ridiculous
with Miss Nikki’s big toe in my mouth, but that
didn’t matter. What mattered was their happiness
and right now they were all clearly happy, thank
God. I removed Miss Nikki’s toe from my mouth, kissed
it, and placed her foot on my lap. As I was lifting
her left foot to my face, Miss Tanya said, “Well,
Fido…” more giggles from my owners, “You’ll be happy
to know that we’ve worked out a schedule for you.”
As she spoke to me I placed soft kisses on Miss
Nikki’s sole; it was like I was on autopilot, “On
Mondays and Tuesdays you’ll be serving Jenny and
Kimmy. On Wednesdays you’ll be Suzie’s. On Thursdays
you’ll be Nikki’s and on Fridays you’ll be serving
me, which leaves the weekends.” Miss Jenny took
over, “On Saturdays and Sundays we’ve decided that
you’ll be serving at the sorority house. Won’t that
be fun, Fido? Won’t that be fun, boy?” She spoke
with mock enthusiasm, like I was a dog. My kisses
slowed as I took this in. The sorority house…me,
Fido, serving as a slave at a house full of snooty,
spoiled, beautiful college girls. I cleared my throat
and spoke timidly, “Yes, Miss Jenny. I will do my
best to please you. Thank you, Miss Jenny.” Miss
Jenny continued, “Good boy, Fido, goooooood boy.
Now hurry up with Nikki’s foot because I have to
pee. Are you thirsty, boy? Are you thirsty?” Actually,
I was extremely thirsty. I didn’t think she really
wanted me to respond, but I nodded my head anyway,
which cracked Miss Nikki up. Miss Tanya then added,
“I hope so, Fido, because this wine is running right
through me.” Miss Kimmy added, “Me too.” Miss Nikki
giggled and added, “Me too.” Miss Suzie tugged my
leash and added, “Me too, boy, and then I think
I’ll go for another ride” Miss Kimmy added, “Yeah,
and then I’m going to whip your ass again. That
first beating was just a warm-up.” Miss Tanya added,
“And my feet still need a good cleaning, so chop
chop, Fido, it’s going to be a long night. In fact,
it’s going to be a looooong year.”
They were all laughing hysterically as
they rose back up. There I was under the table,
naked, on my knees, kissing the sole of Miss Nikki’s
bare foot while Miss Suzie stood behind me holding
tight a leash that was between my legs fastened
around the base of my penis and balls. This was
my life now, serving my owners full time…for one
whole year. Existing to bring them pleasure and
to make their lives easier. Could my life be any
better?
The End
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