Help Wanted

 

HELP WANTED

PART TWO

 

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Three times during the night I received phone calls from the Moore family, so much for getting sleep, once from Ann telling me to pick up a coffee for her and Maria from the coffee bar.  The two other calls were from Jeff instructing me to be at the house at 7 a.m. and to bring fresh bagels.  Jeff’s second call coming at three a.m. was about the bagels and to tell me to let myself in with a key he had hidden on the side of the house.

When I arrived at the house, everything was quiet and peaceful, a suburban peace that was a contrast to that of what my life was becoming, a servant, almost a slave to the Moore family.  A simple thing like the newspaper lying on the driveway took on new proportions…what if I didn’t bring it into the house on time or even in the correct manner?  Would I receive a whipping for making too much noise entering their home that morning?  I was anxious, knowing that any little error could mean discipline, humiliation, verbal disgrace.

I found the key and let myself into the house, arriving precisely at seven, having waited five minutes outside so I would arrive at the proper time.  Any earlier or later and I knew I could be subjected to punishment.  My thought process was no longer the same, almost not my own.  I had begun to think, anticipate what the family might require next.  I heard nothing when I came into the home, eerily quiet, I wasn’t sure what to do next.  I figured my Master and Mistress…yeah, I was already thinking of my former friends as Master and Mistress, were still in bed and I didn’t want to disturb them.  I was no longer their friend, after all, it had been less than twelve hours since I broke down in Jeff’s office.  Whatever happened, I would never be an equal in their eyes.  There was no turning back.  Unless I was to run and hide develop a new life, it looked like I would be working for the Moore family.  I could only hope that they would tire of abusing me, but I suspected that it would only grow worse.

“What are you doing down there, stupid, trying to think?”

Jeff’s voice had broken my reverie.  I looked up and saw him standing halfway down the staircase.  “Not exactly, sir.”

“First bring me the paper, then prepare the bagels and bring Ann her coffee.  We will be having breakfast in bed this morning.”

“Yes, sir,” I said pacing quickly to the stairs.  I went halfway up the staircase and started to hand Jeff the paper.

“You don’t hand it to me like that, servant,” he said, emphasizing servant like I was a piece of trash.  “You kneel and hand it to me, with respect.”

“Yes, sir.”  I knelt and held up the paper for Jeff to take which he did after making me hold the position for a moment.  His bare feet were almost eye level and I had a good idea what would be next.

“You may greet your Master good morning…”  Jeff put his foot to my lips.  I kissed his foot and then the other.  “Go fix our breakfast.  When the girls wake up, I’m sure they’ll want something.”

“Yes, sir, right away.”

“Good, Mike, your beginning to understand now, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir, thank you, sir.”

“Very good.  You will find life much easier if you simply accept your new status, your true calling.  The less you think about your pitiful self, and the more you think about pleasing us, obeying us, the better off you will be.”

“Yes, sir, I will try.”

“Trying is not good enough…I’m sure you know that.”

“Of course, sir.  Is there anything you would like to drink for breakfast, sir?”

“Ah, very good, slave, that’s what I mean.  There is hope for you yet.  Orange juice will be fine.”

Jeff returned to his bedroom and I went to the kitchen to prepare their morning meal.  Bagels toasted and sliced, put on nice plates, cream cheese and lox on another plate.  I poured Ann’s coffee out of the paper cup into her nice china, Jeff’s juice into a glass.  I found a silver platter that was in the formal living room and put everything on it and carried it upstairs and entered the bedroom.  Jeff was reading the newspaper, Ann was asleep beside him.

I started to walk towards the bed when Jeff said, “Ahem, aren’t you forgetting something?”  He pointed downward indicating that I was to kneel and shuffle across the floor on my knees holding the tray in hand.

Though this was very difficult with the food and heavy tray, I made it to the bedside and held the tray up for Jeff.  “Ann, honey, breakfast is being served.”

Ann stirred and sat up in bed.  She was wearing a sheer purple nightgown and I only glimpsed at her.  Everything seemed so intimate, yet informal.  Jeff was in his boxer shorts and Ann the nightgown, neither showing any modesty.  It stamped my new status as being so lowly that they didn’t even care about my seeing them in the intimate setting.  She looked over at me and smiled.  “I like this.  The king and queen being waited upon by the serf.”

Jeff kissed her on the neck.  “Get used to it, baby.  Mike will be waiting upon us hand and foot.  And if he ever displeases us…last night’s whipping will be like a walk in the park.”

My arms were already getting a little tired from holding the tray up, but I concentrated on not wavering.

“Would you like some coffee, sweets?”  Jeff handed Ann her cup of coffee and took his juice.  “Is this fresh squeezed?”
            I’m sure Jeff knew it wasn’t.  “No, sir.”

“Five demerits.  Instead of simply fining you, we want you to keep track with points.  Then later, we can decide whether to hand out your punishment in dollar fines or taking it out of your ass, or both.  You do have your book with you, don’t you?”

“Absolutely, sir.”

Sleepy eyed Ann looked over at me with a wry smile.  “This is too cool.  I can’t believe how much I am enjoying this.  Slave, over here, I need to put down my coffee.”  Remaining on my knees, I quickly shuffled around to the other side of the bed and held the tray out for Ann to her coffee on.  “Do it faster next time,” she snapped.

I wanted to look at her, but I kept my head bowed not wanting to risk further demerits.  “Yes, Mistress.”

“Slave, I want a bagel now.”

“Yes, Master Jeff.”  I quickly shuffled to the other side, my knees already getting sore and raw from the crawling.

“More coffee.”  The torment and amusement continued as the couple ran me back and forth enjoying watching me suffer as I tried to accommodate their commands.  They laughed and barked orders until my knees were bleeding.

“Master Jeff, I’m afraid my knees are starting to bleed and I don’t want to get any blood on the carpet.”  I could see that this information displeased Jeff very much.  I was already sweating and tired and it was only seven-thirty; I couldn’t imagine how I was going to feel by the end of the day.

“You think we give a fuck about your knees.  Go into the bathroom and get some tape out of the cabinet underneath the sink and wrap your knees.  Hurry up, piglet.”

“Yes, Sir.”  I put the serving tray on a dresser and did as he told.  I could hear Ann and Jeff snuggling and kissing again as I did my best to repair my damaged knees so I wouldn’t stain the carpet.  Gathering up the tray and kneeling back down at the bedside, I kept my head bowed except for a quick glance where I saw Jeff and Ann embracing and kissing.  I felt insignificant and jealous that he was getting to enjoy the erotic warmth of Ann while I simply knelt and waited like I wasn’t even there.

“Can you go in to work a little late, after the kids are off to school?”  Ann asked, somewhat breathless as she was growing excited.

Jeff was moaning with pleasure as Ann nibbled on his neck.  “I shouldn’t, babe, but you’ve got me so hot…”  Jeff stopped as if he remembered I was in the room.  “Yeah, let’s get the twins out the door, then we’ll have some fun.  Slave, take the tray downstairs and then check on Joran and Nicole and see what they need.”

“Yes, Master I understand.”

“Good.”

Ann stirred from the bed gathering a robe from her closet.  “I’m going to freshen up.”

“I’ve got to make a couple of calls, hurry back when you can.”
            “MMm, you better believe it, lover, I will.”  Ann went over and gave Jeff another kiss as I was exiting the bedroom.  “I can’t believe how horny I am this morning.”

“Me too, baby, me too.”

            I walked over to Nicole’s room and gently knocked on the door.  “Miss Nicole, it’s Mike, may I bring you something for breakfast?”

            I could hear Nicole stirring in her room.  “Bring me a cheese omelet and a cup of tea, and hurry up.”

            “Yes, Miss Nicole, right away.”  I couldn’t believe I was letting this eighteen-year-old girl treat me so rudely.   I then knocked on Jordan’s door.  I wasn’t sure how to address him.  “Excuse me, Jordan, may I bring you something to eat?” I asked politely while feeling ridiculous at the thought of serving him breakfast in bed and being so docile towards him.

            The door flew open and Jordan was standing there.  Shirtless and barefoot, he was wearing blue jeans and a grin on his face.  “Wow, you’re already here.  What did you want?”

            The whole thing was embarrassing.  “I was asking if you would like me to bring you some breakfast.”

            “You want to like, uh, bring me breakfast?  Like breakfast in bed?”

            “If that’s what you wish, Sir.”

            “Sir?  I like that.  And yes, I usually don’t eat breakfast, but bring me a Mountain Dew and a donut.  Make it quick.”

            “Yes, Sir.”  The thought of a soft drink and donut for breakfast disgusting.

            I quickly prepared the twin’s food and brought it back upstairs.  I was relieved that I wouldn’t be required to crawl in their presence, we hadn’t, at least up until then, reached the point where I would have to do that.  Knocking at Nicole’s door, she said, “What?” like I had disturbed her.

            “I have your breakfast,” Miss Nicole, “tea and omelet.”

            “Just a minute, retard, I’m getting dressed.”

            “Yes, Miss.”

            I walked over to Jordan’s room and did the same.  He told me to come in where he was laying on the bed, watching television.  “He is your breakfast, Sir.”  I placed the tray on the bedside table.  “Is there anything else?”

            “Not right now, but I’m sure there will be.”

            “Yes, I’m sure they will.  I need to take Miss Nicole her food.”

            “Whatever, dork.”

I quickly ran back over to Nicole’s room, I hoped I hadn’t missed her request to bring her breakfast.  Again, I found it amazing that I had reached the point already were I was genuinely worried about making an error in my mundane task of serving a breakfast.

As I reached Nicole’s door, my question was quickly answered.  “I said I was ready, asshole,” she said, reaching the door at the same time I did, “where were you?”

“I was serving Jordan his food.”

Whack.  Nicole slapped me in the face.  The shock and the audacity of the blow overshadowed the stinging sharpness of her young hand against my face.  “Listen, old man, I don’t want to hear about your excuses…” she slapped me again, this time even harder.  “I had to get up from the bed to see where you were.”

My face felt warm from where her slaps had landed, I was certain that she had left hand imprints on my face.  “I’m sorry, Miss Nicole…”

“Apologize in the proper manner, Mike,”  Jeff said, walking up from behind.

I looked back, I’m sure pleading was etched on my face.  “Proper manner?”

He pointed downward and said, “Don’t act like you don’t know.”

I looked at the smug face of Nicole who was leaning on the edge of the door jam, tapping her barefoot on the carpet.  She also was wearing jeans, along with a tshirt.  I knew what was expected even though I couldn’t imagine that I was about ready to kneel at the feet of an eighteen-year-old and beg her forgiveness.  I sank to my knees and kissed her toes.  “Please forgive Miss Nicole.”

“Not good enough,” she said, her voice heavy with arrogance.  “Try again.  Impress me, flat on your belly like the worm that you are.”

I laid flat on my belly.  I could sense Jeff and Ann standing behind me as I groveled before their daughter.  “I beg you, please forgive Miss Nicole.”  I reverently kissed her toes of her left foot as the right foot pressed into my neck.

“Don’t let it happen again.”

“No, Miss Nicole, I won’t.”

“Ten demerits,” Jeff announced as Nicole kept me pinned against the carpet with her foot on my neck.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied.

Nicole finally stepped off of me and returned to her bed.  “You may serve me breakfast, worm,” she said.

“Yes, Miss Nicole.”  I picked up the tray and carried it over to her and knelt at the bedside and offered her the food.  “Lay it on the bed and get out of here.”

I did as she told.  The next fifteen minutes were spent cleaning the kitchen until the kids were ready to leave for school.  Then I had to fetch their sneakers and put them on their feet, Nicole having me tie her shoes three times before she found the acceptable tightness.  After they left, I went back into the house that was now very quiet.  I knew that Jeff and Ann were both still home, their cars parked in the garage.  Unsure of what to do next, I didn’t want to bother them because I suspected they were having sex and the last thing I wanted to do was to interrupt them.  I checked the toilet paper in the bathrooms to make sure it was folded properly and did some other puttering around.  After about a half hour I heard Jeff yelling for me.  I ran upstairs to their bedroom and knocked on the door.

“You wanted me, Master?”

“Get in here.”

Entering the bedroom I saw Ann resting her head on Jeff’s chest, the musky essence of sex permeating the room.  They had the sheet pulled up to their shoulders so I couldn’t see much of their naked bodies, Jeff had a devilish grin on his face as he stroked Ann’s hair.  “This is something you will never experience again.”

I knelt at the end of the bed.  How does he know that?  I no longer felt like an equal human, I felt more like I was their property or an object.

“You’re not worthy of entering a woman’s sweet hot cunt.”

Ann laughed.  “Jeff, such talk.”

“You know it’s true, you would never let him near your pussy…at least not unless you were going to piss on him or maybe let him eat my cum out of you if he works hard enough to earn the reward.”

“Wow, you are wicked this morning,” Ann said, her voice edged with excitement.

“Would you like that, slave, to eat my cum out of Ann?”

I didn’t know the answer to the question.  While the idea of Jeff’s sperm was revolting, the thought of being allowed to lick Ann’s pussy almost overwhelmed any revulsion towards Jeff’s sexual deposit.

“I asked you a question slave…”

“Yes, I would,” I finally admitted.

“I thought so.”

Ann’s voice was tarnished with disgust.  “I’m not sure I want his mouth anywhere near my pussy though I do like the idea of him being used to clean me up like he was a mop or something.”

Jeff acted like he was drifting off into a thought.  “I doubt if he is at all worthy of either one of us.  For right now, he’s lucky to taste our foot sweat, maybe I’ll let him feast on my toe jam.”

“That’s disgusting,” Ann said.

“Yes, but Mike here better get used to the idea.  After all, he will be expected to clean my feet after my basketball games.”

“You’re really getting gross.”  Ann was giggling, not sounding all that disgusted.

“He’d better hope that I don’t make him do the whole team.  Now that would be rank.  Wouldn’t it, slave?”

“Yes, Master,” I answered, totally dejected wishing that I had never started with this.  I couldn’t imagine having to do that.  “You really wouldn’t make me do that would you?”

“You never know.”  Jeff looked like he savored the thought.  “Drop your pants and underwear.  I want to see how that ass looks.”

“Yes, Sir.”  I didn’t want to strip for them, but knew it was useless to argue.  I stood up and removed the clothing.  The air in the room was cool and made me more uncomfortable than I already was.  I started to put my hands in front of my genitals.

“Hands at your side,” Jeff commanded.

Ann was laughing as I stood in front of them, again feeling humiliated.  “It’s so freakn’ small,” she said, referring to the size of my penis.

“He’s like a eunuch.  Is that what you are Mike?  A eunuch?”

“No, Sir.”

“You are now.  At least while you’re in our employ.  Turn around.”

I did as instructed, Jeff whistled as he saw my bruised and swollen ass.  “I did a number on you, didn’t I?”

“Yes Sir.”  I felt so humiliated and lowly knowing that the person who I once thought as a friend, an equal, I had consented to allow to beat me, that I was nothing much more than an object to him, something well below his stature.

“You’d better behave today, because it would hurt like hell if we had to punish you further, those bruises would make it very painful.”

Ann was studying me.  “Come over here.”  Her face was serious and I wasn’t sure what she wanted, but I feared it wasn’t good.

I went to her side of the bed.

“Face the wall.”  She traced her fingernails across my bottom.  “Boy, it’s really swollen.”  I could hear her give Jeff a kiss.  “I never knew how powerful you were, honey.”  Ann then smacked my ass causing me to jump from the sudden pain.  Even though it wasn’t much of a hit, on top of the bruises, it really hurt.  They both laughed from my involuntary gasp and jerking.  “Ah, does that hurt?”  Ann mocked.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, from between gritted teeth.

She smacked me again, this time even harder.  “Good.  Now pull up your pants and go get Maria, she will be training you today.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, trying to hold back tears from the pain and humiliation as I pulled up my pants.

“Don’t forget to drop to your knees and crawl out of here,” Jeff said.

I fell to my knees.  “Wait, before you go.”  Ann slipped one leg out from underneath the covers and held her foot out.  “Kiss and thank me.”

I kissed the top of her foot.

“Bottom too.”

I obeyed.

“Same with Jeff.”

I crawled to the other side and began kissing Jeff’s foot all over, his toes, the sole of his foot.  It was so degrading to have to turn my head under and put myself underneath him.  I truly felt at an absolute low.

“You like that, slave?  Kissing my dirty, stinky feet?”

“Not really, Sir.”
            Jeff laughed.  “At least you’re honest.  Get out of here.  I’m sure you’ve got lots of work to do.”

“Yes, Master.”  I crawled out of the room and quickly ran downstairs to go get Maria.

I pulled up in front of Maria’s house and honked the horn.  No one came out, so I got out of the car and went up to the door and rang the bell.  After a few seconds, her 20-year-old son answered the door.  “I’m here to pick up Maria.”

“Yeah,” he said gruffly, “she’ll be out in a minute.  You can wait here.”

I stood on the front step for an awkward minute, her son looking me up and down.  “Mom says you’re going to be working for her now.”  He had a smile on her face.  “That makes her very happy.  You’d better do a good job or I’m going to hunt you down and kick your ass big time, white boy.”  The young man had an evil grin on his face.  I had no doubt that he could easily accomplish the task of beating me up.

I nodded my head yes.

“Did you hear me?”

“Yes I heard.”

“Good…and I mean it.”

“I believe you.”  My life was beginning to be like I had a sign on my neck, “please abuse me.”  Maria came to the door, her hair damp and she looked harried.  In her hands she was carrying her thick-sole black work shoes.  She handed them to me.

“Put them on me.”

This was getting out of hand.  “What?”  I was stunned at her request even though by now nothing should have surprised me.

Her son answered my confusion.  “She said to put her shoes on, I wouldn’t argue if I were you.”  His voice was dark menace.  Not only did I have him to answer to, but if I had refused, I’m sure Maria would have reported my insubordination to Ann.

“Hurry up, we’re running late,” Maria snapped at me.

Red faced, knowing there was little choice to refuse, I knelt down before the older woman who was wearing pantyhose underneath her second-hand dress.  I glanced at her toes and noticed that, unlike Ann’s, were not manicured and in need of trimming.  I simply thankful at that moment that she wasn’t making me kiss her stocking feet.  I slipped on the shoe as I heard a car drive by.  What a sight I must have been for the neighborhood, a Caucasian man kneeling and putting the shoes on a domestic.  I tied the lace and slipped on the other shoe and tied it.

“Too tight.  Do it again!”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I answered, retying her shoes.  Whether they were really too tight or Maria was demonstrating her authority, I wasn’t about to argue.  I wanted out of there as soon as possible.

“Yeah, that’s what I like…seeing the proper respect for my moms.”

“Yes, Carlos, he knows his place,” Maria said before nudging my face with the toe of her shoe.  “Lick my shoes, then we can go.  I want them to shine.”

“Now wait a minute.”  I began to sit up as this was going too far.  It was one thing to be humiliated and abused by Ann and Jeff, but this?  This was out of hand.  “I’m not…”  Before I could finish my protest, I felt the leather of Carlos’ shoe on the back of my neck forcing my head down.

“Get down there, white boy.”  Carlos then kicked my hard into my ribs pushing air out of my lungs from the force of the painful blow.  “Lick them, and do a good job.”  Carlos kicked me again, I was afraid he was going to break a rib.

“I am, I am,” I cried out, quickly lowering my head, sticking out my tongue and lavishing the dirty work shoes with my tongue.  Carlos placed his foot into the middle of my back as I licked.  I could taste a mixture of leather, dirt and specks of grime.  But at the moment, I was so worried about being beaten by Carlos, that the disgusting nature of what I was doing was overshadowed by the possibility of being beaten.  I spent about five minutes cleaning and licking, my tongue feeling like it was coated with dirt, when I looked up and said, “How is that, Miss Maria?”

She lifted up her right foot and inspected the shoe.  “You missed a spot on the heel.”

She put her foot back down on the cement and I craned my neck to her heel and gave a thorough licking.

“All right, that’s enough.  Get up!”  Maria commanded with unexpected force.

As I began to stand, Carlos kicked me hard in the butt.  “You’d better not disappoint my moms.”
            “I won’t,” I said, as I stumbled forward.

Unbelievably, Maria reached over and slapped my face.  “Show him respect, call him Sir.”

“I won’t Sir.”  It was like she had lessons in how to dominate.

Carlos just grinned at me, an evil grin that portended nothing good.  “Sir…no one has ever called me that before.”

“Well he is.  And if I had more time, I would have him clean your shoes too, my son.  Let him show the respect our people deserve.”

“I like that, moms, next time maybe.”

Maria gave her son a kiss goodbye.  We started down the sidewalk to the car.  “You will walk two steps behind me like a servant.  If you disobey me or disrespect me, I will have Carlos and his friends beat you to a pulp.  Understand?”

“Yes Miss Maria.”

“It is now Diosa Maria, Spanish for Goddess.”

“Yes Diosa Maria, as you wish.”

I opened the door and let her into my car.  She then had me drive to a coffee shop and purchase her one of those flavored coffees that she had seen so many of the housewives drink.  Maria was flourishing in her role as my superior and I feared where it could lead.  I planned on talking to Ann about the situation before it got out of hand.  I was aware that my talk might lead to further trouble, but I was hoping that Ann would understand my concerns that Maria could harm me or interfere with the proper time I needed to dedicate to serving the Moore household.

We entered the house and Maria began looking around to see what would be on the day’s agenda.  Ann was at the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea and talking on the phone as Maria instructed me to get started on cleaning the counters and wiping down the cabinets.  I could see Ann with a satisfied smile as she watched her maid taking command of the situation.  While I was cleaning the kitchen, Ann, still on the phone, arrogantly snapped her fingers and pointed at her teacup and saucer as an indication that she was finish with them.  It had already come to that, a snap of her finger and I came running to do her bidding.  She caught my eye as I removed the dishes while she was laughing about something on the phone, I no longer saw the least bit of friendliness or familiarity, I was nothing but a peon to her now.

After she finished her conversation, she simply said, “Phone,” holding it out for me to run over and take from her and then hang it up.  She was writing on her pad and said nothing else to me as I cleaned.

Five minutes later, Maria returned.  “Good morning, Ann,” she said brightly.

Ann looked up and smiled.  “Good morning, Maria, I see you’ve got the servant working.”

“Yes, he is learning.  Isn’t that right?”

“Yes Dioas Maria,” I answered.

Ann quizzically at Maria.  “Dioas?”

“It means goddess.”

Ann laughed.  “Very good Maria.  A natural I see.”

“Yes, like yourself.”

Ann laughed even more.  “You are very funny this morning.”

“Thank you.”

I had slowed slightly in my cleaning as I listened.  Of course, Ann had picked up on my slackened pace.  “Are you eavesdropping, slave?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Mistress Ann!”

“No, Mistress Ann…not exactly.”

“Come over here.”

I walked over next to Ann who was sitting at the table next to the door leading out to the patio.

“Kneel”

I knelt on the hardwood floors facing her.  I could see anger in her eyes.  She slapped me across my face.  “You will only pay attention to what is necessary.”  She slapped me again.  “Any conversation that is none of your business, you will tune out.”  Another slap.  “Understand?”  One more slap.

My face was burning with the blows, Ann could deliver a sharp slap.  “Yes, Mistress Ann, I apologize.”

“Write this down in your punishment book.  Crawl over to Maria and ask her to slap your ugly face.  Tell her you are sorry and that you deserve to be punished.”

I did as I was told.  “Please punish me Diosa Maria…I beg you to slap my face.”

“Ugly,” Ann snapped.

“I beg you to slap my ugly face.”

“With pleasure,” Maria said, sneering down at me as she gave me a resounding slap which brought a chortle out of Ann.

“Not too hard, Maria.  We don’t want to injure him.”

Maria nodded as she gave me another slap, this time less hard, but smarting nonetheless.  Even with the brief blows, I could feel the roughness of her hands, the slight calluses on her fingers.  She slapped me one more time as the phone rang.  I didn’t have to be told to fetch it and I quickly crawled over to where it was kept on the counter and quickly ran back and handed it to Ann.  It was Ann’s mom and they started chatting as Maria told me it was time to get started cleaning the bathrooms.  The rest of the morning was spent with my doing housework and being told what to do by Maria.  Vacuuming, scrubbing and such, Maria doing the laundry, pretty much everything else being left to me with Maria showing up every fifteen minutes or so to yell and prod me to go faster.  Finally at noon, Maria told me to get into the kitchen, as she and Ann were ready for lunch.

I fixed sandwiches for the pair like I had the previous day making sure to omit the tomato on Maria’s lunch.  Ann and Maria sat at the table and I served them their food.   “So, is Mike doing all right Maria?”

“He could do better, but he’ll learn.”  Maria glared at me while I picked up the kitchen and put away the food.

“Of course he’ll learn.”  Ann grinned.  “Slave, show Maria what happens when you don’t learn.”

“What?”

Ann was displeased that she had to repeat herself as I wasn’t quite sure what she wanted.  “Drop your pants and show her what happens to bad slaves.  You don’t mind, do you, Maria…seeing him naked?”

“No, Miss Ann, no problem.”

I had no choice, I unbuckled my trousers and dropped my pants then pulled down my underwear.  I felt humiliated and vulnerable as I stood in the kitchen with my pants down.

“As you can see, Maria, how severely Mr. Moore had to beat him.  I think the bruises are beautiful in their own way.  A way of marking Mike and reminding him of what can happen.”

“Will I ever be able to do that?”

Ann laughed.  “Of course.  When he needs discipline, I expect you to do what is necessary.  I never realized that you had such a streak in you, Maria.”

“Just with him, Miss Moore.  He needs it.”

“Yes, I think you’re right, Maria, he does need it.  All right, Mike, enough of displaying your ugly ass.”  I pulled up my underwear and began to pull up my pants.  “Wait,” Ann said.  “What are those bruises on your side?  Jeff didn’t hit you there.”

“Ahh…I don’t know.”

Maria stepped in.  “I’m sorry, Miss Ann, but my son kicked him there this morning.”

Ann was very interested in this.  “What is this?”

“Tell her, Mike,” Maria commanded.

“Maria told me to polish her shoes this morning…with my tongue…and I…uh, didn’t move fast enough for her son Carlos so he kicked me a couple of times.”

Ann chortled between words.  “Oh my, slave, things have been rough for you.  She made you lick her shoes?”

Maria was looking at her sandwich almost as if she was embarrassed as I continued my confession.  “Yes, Mistress Ann, I had to kneel on her front porch, in public, and lick her shoes.”  I was hoping that I would gather some sympathy from Ann.  And I was relieved that I wasn’t going to have to have a private talk with her

“Cool…Maria you are something else.”  I could see Maria now beaming with a perverse pride.  “This is going to work out better than I could have ever imagined for all of us.  But you need to be careful with him, we don’t want to permanently harm him.  You’ve told me a little about your son and he sounds like someone who could really harm him.”

“I’ll be careful.”

“What do you say, slave?”
            “Thank you, Diosa Maria.”

Ann picked up her plate.  “I’ve got some work to do in the office.  Maria why don’t you relax and finish your sandwich while Mike massages your feet.  I bet you could use that after working all morning.”

I wanted to object as I could imagine how rank Maria’s feet were.  Even when I had put her shoes on in the morning I had a quick whiff of the strong aroma of her feet.  Now, after wearing her shoes all morning, it would only be worse.  “Yes, Miss Ann, that would be nice.”

“Now, slave!”  Ann barked.

I pulled up my pants and moved towards the table.  I hesitated a moment as Maria had made no effort to move her feet from underneath the table.  Ann noticed my hesitation.  “You’ll have to crawl underneath the table.  You don’t expect Maria to discomfort herself for your convenience do you?”

“No, Mistress Ann, of course not.”  I crawled underneath the kitchen table as Ann left the room.  I unlaced Maria’s shoes and slipped off her right shoe.  I was greeted with a strong, overwhelming odor; I did my best to ignore the smell as I almost retched from the awful odor and took her stocking foot into my hands.  Her foot was moist and warm and I gently began stroking her foot.  Her skin was rough and callused and I thought that if I was going to be doing this regularly that I should begin to take care of her feet so that in the future the task would be less onerous.  I was scrunched over and uncomfortable, wedged in between the table, its legs and the legs of the chairs around the table. 

“Take off my other shoe, slave,” Maria commanded, “but keeping working on this foot.”  I removed her other shoe and she rested that foot on my shoulder as I massaged.  She shifted back into dining chair as she began to relax.  “This is good.  This I like.”  Maria took her resting foot and mashed her pungent foot into my face.  “Smell good?” she asked as she laughed and rubbed her sweaty foot all over my face.  “I wipe my stinky feet on you.  It feels good.”

It was immensely humiliating to be used by this older woman as her foot wipe and she was relishing the opportunity to make sure I received the full treatment of being underneath her as she wiped her foot—slick with perspiration—across my face.

“Kiss it.”  She pressed the callous ball of her feet onto my lips and forced me to kiss her foot as I maintained my massage of the other foot.  This went on for fifteen minutes, rubbing one foot, kissing the other, as she occasionally bopped me in my face with her foot.  Ann returned to the kitchen.

“How is he doing?”

“He doing okay.”

“Good, feel free to use him like this everyday at lunch.  While you eat your sandwich, he can eat your toe jam and sweat which is too good for him.  Isn’t that right, slave?

“Yes, Mistress Ann.”

“Yes, what?”
            “Diosa Maria’s toe jam and sweat are too good for me.  I’m grateful she allows me to clean her feet with my tongue.”  I knew it was futile to resist, so I was diving into my new status.

“Enjoy him for a few more minutes, Maria, but then he should get his work done.”

“Yes, Ann, I understand.”  She sighed loudly.  “It does feel good though.”

Another ten minutes passed before Maria finally said enough before roughly kicking me on the side of the face and telling me to put her shoes back on.  When I had followed this command, she said, “Lick them, I want to make sure they shine.”

I licked them for a few minutes then she held up the bottom towards my face.  “Bottoms too.”
            “But, Diosa Maria they are too dirty.”  I had to protest this.

“Do I need to talk to Ann?  You disobey, you in trouble.”

I weighed my odds.  I hoped that it would be hard for Ann to side with Maria and I really didn’t want to clean the soiled soles of her shoes.  “Please Maria?”  I decided to go for begging.  I looked up at her dark eyes magnified by her thick glasses.  “Please?”

She shook her head no and touched my nose with the toe of her shoes.  “Lick.”

I stuck out my tongue and began to lick, dirt and grit soon caked my tongue as I cleaned her shoes.  Another five minutes of this degradation followed before she relented and told me to go clean the bathrooms.  The taste on my tongue and in my mouth was nothing like I had ever known.  A dirty sourness and discomfort from the dryness and friction on my tongue.  I wanted water and mouthwash but knew I would be receiving neither.  As I crawled out from underneath the table I not only saw Maria’s shoes, but the bare feet of Ann standing above.

“How was that, slave?”

“It was fine, Mistress.”

“Show me your tongue.”

I stuck out my tongue.  Ann put her foot underneath my chin and lifted my head up as she giggled.  “That’s disgusting, it’s all dirty.”
            “Diosa Maria had me lick the bottom of her shoe.”

“You’ll do anything you are told won’t you?”
            “I guess.”

“Look at you, you’re disgusting.  Kneeling on the floor, my foot underneath your chin looking at a your filthy tongue coated with the dirt and slime from the street.  How low will you sink?”

I thought the question was rhetorical.

“I asked you a question slave,” Ann snapped.

“Uh, I don’t know, Mistress.”

“I bet you don’t.  I was so right about you, about how you are weak and pitiful.  What would Joann say if she saw you now?”

A wave of panic struck me as I imagined Ann having my ex-wife ready to walk in.  “I don’t know, Mistress Ann.”  My voice was resignedly dejected.

“She would see what you really are.  And your son.  Your parents.  Your former coworkers.”

Ann was hitting deep.

“They would all see that you are nothing but a spineless foot-licking lackey.  What would Audrey and Phillipe think right now?”

Audrey and Phillipe were a couple we used to often socialize with when I was married along with Ann and Jeff.  “It would be very embarrassing if they knew,” I muttered.

“I have a good mind to invite them over tonight for drinks and dinner.”

“Please don’t Mistress.”

“Are you telling me what to do?”

“No, Mistress, I’m simply begging you not to invite them.  I don’t know if I could bear that humiliation.”

Ann lifted my chin higher with her bare foot.  “Look at me, Mike.”

I looked into her eyes staring down at me.

“You must face the fact that many others will see that you work for us now.”

“Yes, I know…but.”

Ann quickly reached down and slapped me viciously.  “Did I say you could talk?”

“No, Mistress.  I apologize, Mistress.”

“You will work and serve whomever I say.  My entire family—who I graciously allowed you and your family to spend holidays and other time with—will know you as our employee now, maybe even learn of your slave status.  Everyone you come into contact with you can assume as your superior, including the maid.  Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress?”

“You may talk.”

“But can’t it be kept at a respectable level?”

“What do you mean?  As in respecting you?”

“Something like that.”

Ann started laughing, her chortles humiliating.  “Yeah right,” her voice dripping with sarcasm.  “Just do what your told and don’t worry about others, slave.”  She withdrew her foot letting my chin drop.  “Get back to work.”

I spent the rest of the afternoon working hard, cleaning the house, pulling weeds in the yard eventually escorting Maria home with little incident.  I also got a break from the Moore kids, Jordan going over to a friend’s house, Nicole playing tennis on the high school team.  Alone with my thoughts, I kept thinking of the ungodly potential humiliation of former friends or even my son witnessing my new status.  Each time the phone rang, I kept imagining Ann inviting someone we knew over to witness my descent into servitude.  Also, as the day wore on, I grew more anxious knowing that Jeff would soon be home and I would be facing that humiliation of having to work and serve him.

Ann sometimes liked to cook and that evening she was preparing dinner when Jeff arrived home earlier than usual, even arriving home before the children.  I was assisting her by cleaning dishes and fetching things as she barked out orders between talking on the phone, even as she was preparing dinner.  One phone call was from Audrey and Ann made me squirm as she talked to our mutual friend.  Of course I only heard her side of the conversation, but it was more than enough.

“Did I tell you that Mike works for us now.  Things were tight, he needed a job and we decided he might be useful.  I couldn’t believe it when he accepted it either.  Yeah well, television is a tough business right now. Laughing.  True, probably not as nearly as tough as I am...I only expect perfection.  What does he do?  Whatever we tell him.  Yes, well, I’m not the one who got myself into this situation.  Yes, it can be a little awkward, but he’s fitting in just fine and is quickly learning how to do things the Moore way.”

They finally moved onto other conversation rather than about me, talking about their daughters as Audrey also had an eighteen-year-old daughter.  I was almost enjoying the moment helping Ann cook, being close to her and she was being reasonably civil to me.  She was curt with the orders, but nothing too overwhelming.  Unfortunately, Jeff came through the door and yelled out for me.

“Mike, where are you?” 

I ran back to the laundry room that connected to the garage.  “Right here, Sir,” I said as he entered the house.  “I was helping Ann prepare dinner, Sir.”

Jeff raised an eyebrow.  “Ann?”

“Sorry, Sir, Mistress Ann.”

“Add it to your book.” 

“Yes, Sir.”

For a moment I was confused as Jeff was standing in the doorway between the garage and laundry instead of entering.  “Are you forgetting something?”

“Sir?”

Jeff pointed towards the ground and I suddenly realized that he was still wearing his shoes.  “You don’t expect me to remove my own shoes do you?”

Well, yes I did, I should say, I used to have that thought, now I shouldn’t expect it I guess.   “No, Sir, of course not.”  I sunk to my knees and reached for his tasseled loafer.

“Wait.”

I looked up.  “Yes, Sir?”

“Clean it first…with your tongue.  I hear you already have a lot of experience with that.”

“Yes, Sir.”  Ann must had told him about Maria.  Immediately I leaned over and began licking the soft leather of his shoe.  I don’t know which was worse, cleaning the maid’s dirty work shoes, or suffering the indignity of lapping at the feet of the arrogant man who I had once considered a friend…and an equal.  The taste of leather flooded my mouth and it wasn’t as bad as the dirt from Maria’s shoes or the acrid taste of her feet.  But still, licking the shoes of another man, this was still amazingly humiliating.  Ann strolled in to see what was going on.

“I thought I heard you.”

As I polished Jeff’s shoes, Ann walked up and gave her husband a kiss, standing on my hand as she embraced him, neither one acknowledging my presence or the fact she was standing on me.  “How was your day?”

“It was good.  Got out early, but have to make some calls tonight.  What about you?”

“It was good.”

“And our slave…how did he do?”

“Adequate.”  Ann laughed.  “Maria put him through the ringer, making him lick her shoes on the porch of her house, then at lunch, he kissed and massaged her feet.  God, they smelled bad, I had to stay in the office while he did that.”

Jeff was laughing.  “Ah, did our poor little slave boy enjoy that?”

“Not really, Sir,” I said between licks.

“Who cares.”

Ann gave Jeff another long kiss.  “Got to finish din-din.  The kids should be home any minute.”

Ann left the room.  “Stop.”  Jeff held each shoe up for inspection.  “Not bad.  I’ll expect this everyday before and after work, a man’s shoes reflect on how he carries himself and I expect mine to be spotless and shining brightly.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You hear me coming home, you be on your knees and waiting in the garage for now on, slave!”  Jeff’s voice rose in anger.  “I have a good mind to beat your ass right now.”  He had momentarily seemed pleasant, but as he spoke, I sensed his anger growing.

“Please, Sir…”
            “Please Sir what?”

“Please don’t beat me.  I’m so bruised.”

“You sound pathetic, you know that.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“What are you?”

“Pathetic, Sir.”

“Removed my shoes.”

I slipped off his loafers, the aroma nearing that of Maria’s strong smell.

“Kiss my feet and then put my shoes in the closet in the garage.”

“Yes, Sir.”  I kissed his socked feet and then crawled out into the garage as he went into the house.  Quickly putting the shoes into the proper space, I walked quickly back into the house and returned to the kitchen just as the front door opened with Nicole and Jordan returning at the same time as Nicole had picked up her brother after practice and driven him home.  To say that Nicole and Jordan were the spoiled royalty of the neighborhood would have been an understatement, though both were highly successful in school and worked hard, they also enjoyed the fruits of Jeff’s labor, lots of clothes, the latest electronics, and in particular, the matching BMW convertibles that they each normally drove, Jordan’s being serviced at the moment.

“Mom, we’re home,” Jordan yelled.

“Where’s Mike?” Nicole yelled.

“Go see what they want.” Jeff commanded as he snuggled up behind Ann and hugged her as she finished the last bit of fixing dinner.

“Perfect timing,” she said as he nuzzled her neck.

I ran to the front door where both kids were sitting on a small loveseat that was near the entrance.  Nicole was in her tennis outfit—shorts, polo shirt, socks and tennis shoes, Jordan wearing jeans, Tshirt and sneakers he had worn to school.  “Did you want me Miss Nicole?”

“Yes, stupid, you need to remove our shoes.”

I couldn’t believe she felt so comfortable calling me stupid and telling me to take off her shoes, it seemed the entire Moore household was made up of demanding dominants.  “Of course,” I said, starting to bend over to remove their shoes.

“Kneel, idiot.  And hurry up, we don’t have all fucking day!” Nicole snapped impatiently causing Jordan to laugh.

“You’re a bitch, you know that, sis?”

“Thank you, brother.  I know I am.  Poor Mike here is going to find out just how much.”

“I’m sure he will.”

I knelt on the hard floor and quickly unlaced Nicole’s shoes and took them off.

“Smell good?” she said, pressing her moist socked foot into my face, “I’ve been playing tennis all afternoon.  I bet they smell real pretty.”

They were pungent, but nothing like her father or Maria’s feet, plus it didn’t hurt that she was so cute, but it was still humiliating to have the girl sticking her foot in my face.  Jordan followed his sister’s lead and did the same after I removed his shoes, this time a male foot that had been in sneakers all day, the smell approaching that of the Maria’s feet.  “Kiss it, pig,” he said, “I know that’s what you do.”

I didn’t have the strength to protest, and kissed the boy’s feet.

They both then strolled away as I rushed the pair of shoes to the garage then returned to the kitchen, Nicole’s dirty socks in my back pocket until I could put them in the laundry later.  The family sat down at the dinner table and was talking among themselves as Ann dished up the food, then told me to serve them.  I gave everyone their plates, filled drink orders and waited upon them.  Of course there was no please or thank you, just get me this, get me that, otherwise ignoring me as they talked about school, how tennis was going, etc.  Mundane dinner conversation everything seemed perfectly normal except that I was now, let’s face it, now I was their slave.  The conversation veered into new territory when Nicole mentioned that she had seen my son, Jonathon, at the country club where he worked and she played tennis.

I kept my head bowed and tried not to react, but I definitely had my ears on as Nicole talked.  “It was kind of weird seeing him.  I remember how I used to treat him like shit in school and he put up with it.  Now, I think I understand.”  Nicole was staring at me.

Jordan snickered.  “We used to pick on him to.  I kicked the crap out of him one day in the gym locker room.  He was such a pussy.”

I wanted to defend my son, but knew it would be near impossible in this room.

“He’d almost be in tears begging me not to hurt him.  Please Jordan,” Jordan mocked in my son’s voice “don’t hurt me…I thought we were friends.”

“Friends?” Nicole exclaimed incredulously.  “He had the nerve to think we were friends?”

I wanted to interject that the three had known each other since grade school, but I remained silent, stewing in the wimpy silence of my own and my son’s disgrace.  Jeff picked up on my state of conflict.

“What do you think, Mike?  Is Jonathon a friend of Nicole’s and Jordan’s?”

“I wouldn’t know, Sir.”

“I can tell you right now, he’s not,” Nicole snapped.  “Get me another grape leave.”  I hurried and served Nicole some more of the dinner Ann had prepared as they continued talking.  “Instead of a friend, I think more of him as being a piece of shit.”  I glanced at Nicole, then the rest of the family, they were all waiting for my defiance.

“Language, darling,” Ann gently admonished her daughter as I readied my defense.

“That’s not really nice, Miss Nicole.  Jonathon liked both of you.”

“That’s not really nice,” Nicole mocked repeating my pitiful voice, “I would never claim to be nice.  Nice is for losers…like Jonathon.”

“Go back to minding your own business, Mike,” Ann said.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

I started cleaning the kitchen as the conversation continued.  “I remember that one time when Frank stuck Jonathon’s head in the toilet and flushed it.  It was hysterical as he yelled, help I’m drowning, help.”

“Can you imagine drowning in a toilet,” Nicole said laughing.

They all were smiling or laughing by now and I could feel myself turn red despite my best attempts to appear not to be listening.  As usual, Ann picked up the change.  “Mike, you aren’t listening to the details of our conversation were you?”

“Uh…uh…” I didn’t know what to say.

“You know that servants aren’t privy to private conversations of their employers.”

“Yes, I know, Ma’am.”

“Hhm, because if you were listening then that means you disobeyed my orders.  Did you do that Mike?”

“Well, I might have heard something, but not purposely…I was just trying to be aware if you needed anything.”  I’m sure everyone was enjoying watching me squirm.  Yes, it was impossible not to hear the conversation; after all, I had to be able to respond to their commands.  But I also understood Ann’s point.  “I mean…I”

“Tell us what you mean, Mike,” Ann said smugly.

“I…I understand that anything that I hear is as if I didn’t hear it.  I mean, I listen so I can hear your commands.”

Ann was immensely enjoying my quandary.  “Maybe we should remove your ears.”  She and the rest started laughing.

“And his tongue so he can’t talk back,” Nicole added.

I was mortified.  Jeff stepped in.  “Don’t worry, Mike, we’re just joking around.”

Ann wasn’t going to be so easy.  “Well, he’s not supposed to be listening in on our conversations,” she said angrily.

Unbelievably Jeff was defending me.  “He does have to listen for our instructions.    Let’s face it, he’s not exactly got it going on and he needs our explicit guidance.”

“True, but still, that would be directly disobeying me.”

“Then, maybe I should fire him.  Mike, you’re fired.”

I couldn’t believe it.  Fired?  After everything I had already been through, firing didn’t even seem a possibility.

“Dad, you can’t fire him.  I have plans for him,” Nicole said, ominously.

“We all do, dear,” Jeff said.  He was smiling and I realized that he was kidding around.  “Mike is going nowhere…fast.  With all the demerits he is earning, he’ll owe us money in the end.”

“Like an indentured servant,” Jordan added.  “I remember that crap from school.”

“But, Sir…”

Jeff lost his casual manner.  “Sir what?”  Jeff startled me with his abrupt anger.

“Nothing Sir.”

“Good.  I don’t want to hear anything negative from you, Mike.  You WILL be punished for disobeying Ann whether it is unfair or not.  Fair is no longer in your vocabulary.  And Sunday, we will have a family meeting to go over the rules of the household for you, what is expected, and how you should anticipate being treated.  Ann and I need to have further discussion on this or I would do it tonight.  Right now, I want you to go into my office and wait for me.  You can clean this up later.”

“Yes, Sir.”  As I was walking towards the office, I could hear the twins eagerly questioning their father what he was going to do to me.  But I didn’t hear his answer.  I didn’t know which was worse…knowing or not knowing.

It was another ten or fifteen minutes before the door to the office opened, but it wasn’t Jeff, it was Nicole.  I had decided it was best to kneel as I waited, and when I saw Nicole, I was embarrassed and began to stand. 

“Don’t bother,” she said dismissively, signaling that I was to remain kneeling.  “That’s the best position for you.  On your knees, serving my family.  You are a loser with a capital L, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Miss Nicole.”

“Yes, Miss Nicole,” she mocked me in a sing-song voice.  “Not only a loser, but a wimp.  I know my dad whipped your ass last night and I hope he does it again.  Every night.  I can’t wait until I get my chance to do the same.”

“Uh, maybe they won’t let you, Miss Nicole.”

She laughed more.  “In your dreams, loser.  I have no doubt I’ll be kicking your butt in no time…making your kiss my feet, run my errands.  Wait until my friends get a look at you.  I bet you’ll want to kiss my boyfriend’s feet too.”

Not on your life.  “No, Miss Nicole I wouldn’t.”

“Are you arguing with me?”

“No, Miss Nicole, just being truthful.”

“Yeah, I doubt it, loser toe sucker.”

Jeff finally entered the office and walked over and stood in front of me.  “Nicole, what are you doing?”

“Nothing.”  She smiled at her dad.

“I bet.   I need you to leave.”

“Can’t I watch?”

“There’s nothing to watch.”

“Are you going to beat his ass again?”

“Nicole…”

“All right, but sometime I wanna watch.”

“We’ll talk about it later.”

Nicole finally relented and started to leave.  “Have fun, Mikey.”

Jeff watched her leave and was shaking his head as he said, “She is something else.  I like that you’re on your knees.  Nicole tell you to do that?”

“No, Sir, I did it myself.”  I couldn’t bear to look at Jeff and kept my head down.

“Head down, kneeling at my feet.  Wow, how the mighty have fallen.  I remember when you used to think you were pretty hot shit because of your Hollywood job.  Is that the way you used to get work?  Get down on your knees and beg for a job?”  Jeff grinned at me.

“No, Sir.”

“Whatever.”  Jeff sat down at the desk.  “Right now you’re going to be my secretary.  You’d better not fuck up.  We’ll start easy.  Get Sanborn on the phone.  And make sure you call yourself my secretary, not my assistant.”

“Yes, Sir.”  Mark Sanborn was one of Jeff’s best friends and work colleague.  We had met socially over the years and I was sure it was Jeff’s method of further humiliating me.  Still on my knees, I dialed the phone number that Jeff had written down for me.  “Mark Sanborn, please.  Mr. Sanborn, this is Jeff Moore’s secretary, please hold for Mr. Moore.”  I was calling Mark’s house so the formality was a little silly, but Jeff was getting a kick out of it.  Before I could hand over the phone, Mark started having a little fun of his own.

“I didn’t know that Jeff had a secretary.  How long have you been working for Mr. Moore?”

“Just a few days, Sir.”

“I see.  And as his personal secretary, do you do anything particularly personal for him?”

“I’m not exactly sure what you mean, Sir.”

            “Oh, I have a feeling that you do, Mike, you little pussy.   He told me about how you go running around and doing everything you’re told and how he blistered your ass last night and how you like to kiss his feet.”

            “It’s not that I like it…”

            “Are you arguing with me?”

            “No, Sir.”

“You’d better not be.  Give your Master the phone, pussy.”

I handed the phone to Jeff and heard another one-sided conversation.  “Yeah, he’s still here.  Sure, you can use him too.  Yeah, we’ll have our fun.  So what do you think about the Peterson account?”  For the next thirty minutes Jeff and Mark discussed business.  After the first five minutes, Jeff prodded me with his foot and told me to rub, so after removing his socks, I spent the time he was on the phone massaging his feet.  He tilted back in his leather chair, propped one foot onto my shoulder as I massaged the other one.

About halfway into his conversation, Nicole knocked at the door and Jeff had told her to come in.  She had a question and walked over to the desk where I remained in position massaging his feet while his daughter received help from her father.  Not once did he address the situation that there I was with his foot on my shoulder as I rubbed the other one as he laid back in his chair like he was a king.  Nicole simply glanced down at me with disdain, but said nothing.  It was almost as if it was natural that I was doing this for her father. 

Jeff finally hung up the phone with Mark.  “You do that pretty well, slave.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“How did it feel talking to Mark as my secretary.”

“Embarrassing, Sir.”

Jeff snickered.  “I bet.  He and Betsy will be coming over this weekend.  Maybe I’ll have you rub their feet.”

“Understand, Sir.”

“And maybe since you’re such a pussy, I’ll have you wear a dress.  The only reason I might not is because of the kids.”

“Please, Sir, I don’t want to wear a dress.”

“I bet you don’t.  And I bet you don’t want to be rubbing my feet, or licking the maid’s feet or cleaning our toilets.  But you do it, don’t you, you know what you are.”

“Yes, Sir, I know what I am.”

“And that is?”

“Your slave, Sir.  Your pussy slave, Sir.”

“Very good, Mike.  At least you have a talent for knowing what you are.”

Just then Ann entered the office and walked over to the desk and sat down on the edge, dangling her legs over, her feet inches from me.  “How’s it going?”

“Not bad.  Just trying to resolve a few problems.  What are the kids up to?”

“Working on their homework.  What did Mark think of your new secretary?”

Ann and Jeff must have talked about this. 

“Just laughed, said he wanted to have a little fun of his own.”

“Which they will this weekend.  Won’t that be great Mike?  Waiting upon old friends?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You aren’t lying to me, are you?”

“Well…”

“Mike, that’s one thing we won’t tolerate.”  Ann was shaking her head in dismay and I felt like I was in genuine trouble.   “Have you decided what to do with the liar?”

I began to object.  “I’m not a li…”

“Shut up!” Ann snapped.  “You’ll speak when spoken to.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Since you said you’re not a liar, I want you to call Mark and tell him how excited you are to be serving him this weekend.  I want you to tell him that he should regard you as nothing more than a slave and treat you as such.  After all, you said it would be great to be waiting upon them.”  Jeff had a beaming smile on his face as Ann gave me my instructions.  “Do you think he’ll be alright with this?” she asked her husband.

“I think Mark will be amused.  Call him.”

Nervous, I dialed Mark’s number hoping that the call would be brief.  “Hello, Mark, this is Mike,”
            “Tell him my secretary,” Jeff said, kicking me in the ribs.

“…Jeff’s secretary.”

“Yeah, what?  Mr. Moore wants to talk to me some more?”

“No Sir, I uh, just wanted to say I look forward to seeing you this weekend.”

“That’s what you’re bothering me about?”  Mark was displeased.

“No, uh, I wanted to tell you that I want you to treat me like your…your slave and I’m eager to do whatever I can for you.”

Mark started laughing.  “Oh is that what you want?”

“Well uh, Sir, just wanted to know that it will be great to see you.”

“We’ll see about that…slave I guess it is.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Anything else?”

“Uh no.”  Click.  Mark simply hung up on me.

“What did he say?” Jeff asked.

“Not much, just that we’ll see about how much I like seeing him as he laughed.”  I was relieved that Mark had been easy on me though I doubted the weekend would go as smooth.

“Oh yeah, you think I’m arrogant,” Jeff said.  “All right, what were we talking about?”

“Mike’s punishment.”  Ann was now resting her feet on my shoulders, Mike had his legs crossed, a foot inches away from my face.  Ann began flicking her finger against my head, it was very irritating, but I knew better than to say anything, I accepted her subtle punishment.

“I don’t know, his ass is such a mess that I’m afraid I would do serious damage if I were to beat him again.”

“Yes, we’ll wait until the weekend to work on that,” Ann said.  “Betsy seemed curious about it, though she doesn’t seem like the sadistic type.”  There was a moment of silence as the two considered what to do with me.  I looked at the clock and realized it was almost nine, I had forgotten any notion of having a normal job or normal hours.

Once again as if reading my mind, Ann said, “I bet you would like to go home now, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress, I am very tired.”

“You know, since money is so tight for you, it’s probably best you become a live-in of some sort.  Depending on what we need or how we feel, you can sleep at the foot of the bed, in the closet or in the garage.”

Garage?

Ann giggled, “Or outside, like in a dog house, particularly when he misbehaves.”

“Wow, that’s wicked.  Love it.”  Jeff looked at Ann with a mixture of love and lust.  “Okay, before I finish up with work, it’s time to get Mike’s punishment over with.  Mike, crawl over and lock the office door.”

I could feel sweat start to build upon me as I crawled over and did as told.  What was Jeff up to?  As I crawled back, he told me to strip off my clothes.  Within a few seconds, I was naked and kneeling before the couple who were chatting as if nothing was abnormal.  They made me wait a moment as they discussed what they wanted to have for dinner during Mark and Betsy’s visit.  Finally I was told to stand and put my hands behind my neck.

“All right, slave, keep those hands laced behind your neck no matter what,” Jeff warned.  “Face Ann.”

I turned and faced Ann who was still sitting on the edge of the desk, her legs dangling as she began to lecture me.  “You doing a little better, but I’m still not comfortable with you being intimate with everything in my life.”  She sighed loudly.  “But I suppose that is an adjustment I need to make, eventually I’m sure I’ll see you as nothing but an object, like an appliance to make our lives easier and better and I won’t worry about what you do or don’t hear.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“But in the meantime…” All of a sudden, Ann gave me a swift kick straight to my testicles, it wasn’t real hard, then again, it need not be.  “I’ll expect nothing less the one-hundred per cent from you.”

My knees had buckled and I gasped for breath as a sickly feeling overwhelmed me.  Somehow, I managed to keep my fingers behind my head.

“Stand up straight!”  As soon as I stood up, she kicked me again as in involuntary loud groan came from me and I hunched over in agony as the couple laughed at my misery.

“What’s the matter, Mike?  Something bothering you?” Jeff asked with glee.

“Please…”

“Oh, you want another one?”  Ann kicked me once more even before I could stand straight.  This one sent me to the floor like a pile of rags at their feet and I lost the grip behind my head.

I couldn’t see straight or think, the pain was blinding and I feared I was going to vomit.  “Stand up, slave,” Jeff said through the murk of pain.

I stood back up as Ann made feigning motions like she was going to kick me again.  I jerked back involuntarily as they laughed at my reaction.  “Hold still, dumbshit,” Ann said between guffaws.  “You are disobeying me.”

Tears were running down my face and I was gasping for air.  Ann looked at me without an ounce of pity and the next thing I knew Jeff reached out and slapped my balls hard.  Again, I went down from the agonizing pain.  This time Jeff stood up and pushed me over onto my back with his foot, then planted it square in my chest and held me down, the victor standing over the defeated.  Ann reveled in the sight.  “That looks great.”  She slipped off the desk and then stood with full weight on my chest and stomach as she embraced Jeff for balance and to be able to share a few kisses.

I was now like a carpet, Jeff resting a foot on my chest, Ann feet planted on chest and stomach as I struggled to breathe and I could feel my face turning red from the pressure as they made out.  “I can’t wait until bedtime,” Jeff said, his voice deep with lust.  “What do we do with him?”

“He can sleep in the garage tonight.  There are some old blankets in the trunk of your car.”  Ann stepped off of my as air gushed out of my body.  “I’m going to see what the kids are doing.”

As she headed to the door, I remained flat on my back as Jeff then put his foot on my neck and pressed down.  “Whose mercy are you at now?”

“Yours, Master,” I choked out.

Just before she left, Ann said, “Don’t kill him, honey.”

“I won’t.”

As I felt the pressure from Jeff’s foot on my throat, he had me scared that he might harm me.  He pressed harder.  “You’d better never disobey me, slave.”
            “I won’t, Sir,” I gurgled out.

“Good.”  He released my throat as I gulped for air.  He held the same foot over my face.  “Kiss.”

I craned upward like doing a half sit up and kissed the sole of his foot.

“Stay there.”

My lips remained pressed against his foot, my stomach tightening and burning from the muscle strain of staying in place.  I felt myself begin to shake as the seconds passed.

“If you stop before I tell you too, you get five more kicks.”
            I nodded and began to disassociate from the stomach burn as I feared the kicks more than the current hurt, though I knew that muscle failure would eventually happen.  He held his foot higher and I struggled to keep my mouth against the sole of his foot.  Now, my stomach was really starting to burn, my muscles were shaking and I knew it was almost over; Jeff was having no mercy and glowered down upon me as I struggled.  “Please…” I managed to gasp as sweat formed on my body.  My muscles finally gave out and I collapsed to the floor.

            “Looks like someone is in for a ball kicking.”

            “Please, Sir, I tried as hard as I could.”  I could hardly move my stomach was so fried.  I knew that tomorrow I would be extremely sore, stomach and testicles paying the price.

            “Not good enough.  Spread your legs.”

            I spread but instinctively started to reach down to cover myself.

            “Put your hands behind your neck.”

            “Please…what can I do?”

            “Shut up.”  Jeff was standing between my legs.

            “Sir…please….please…”

I could see that Jeff was enjoying my pleading.  “Try not to scream too loud.” 

The next thirty seconds were the most agonizing of my life as he gave me five quick kicks in succession to my balls.  I was yelling, twisting and turning like I was having seizures as my mind turned white and blank with the pain.  Sweating and gasping, it didn’t last long, but the toll was large and I hoped I never had to face such agony again, though with the Moore family’s sadistic tendencies, that was unlikely.  When I finally regained some resemblance of composure, I saw Jeff looking down at me, arms folded across his chest, with smug complacency at what he had done to me.  “That’s lesson number two of what can happen if you displease any of us.”  I nodded my head.  “You go out into the garage and make yourself a bed on the floor, there are some blankets in the trunk of my car.  I expect breakfast just like this morning and every morning.  In the morning, you quietly crawl into the bedroom, go to the end of the bed and gently pull up and sheets and begin kissing and lightly sucking our toes to wake us.  You will do this until you receive a kick to the face.  Then you will serve us breakfast.  After that, you will gently knock on the kid’s doors and quietly tell them it is morning and time to get up and ask how you may please them.  Do not go into their rooms without permission.  You do so, and this will seem like happy camp.”

“Yes, Sir, I understand.”

“Good, now get your ugly face out of my sight.”

I quickly left the office, and tiptoed out into the garage.  The house was eerily quiet and I’m sure the kids had an earful of my yelling from the pain.  Jeff must have done this purposefully or he would have gagged me.  Entering the garage I was struck at the chill of the area.  I found the musty, dirty blankets from the back of the car and made the best bed I could to keep myself warm and give me a little padding from the hard garage floor.  It would be another fitful night of sleep as I was chilled, uncomfortable and sore from the past two day’s of work and punishment.