This choice: You choose to remain her slave, and stay with the company for some time • Go Back...Chapter #4You choose to remain her slave, and stay with t... by: Scrub3   Years had now past since my first day in the WWE. Since then I had received moderate success, early on getting a main event run for a few months, later falling off into the lower card, until recently getting a bit of a mid card push. Stephanie stayed true to her word, since day one I was her slave. To everyone else I was her assistant, a nice reason to explain why I traveled with her, spent long hours in her office, and was even spotted going to her hotel rooms quite often. This got me into some heat backstage, as a lot of the guy thought I was sucking up to her to get a push, but after my main event run ended I basically faded away out of their minds and me being Stephanie's assistant just became a normal thing backstage. Where ever she went I went, so when the July brand split took place, I went to Raw, where she was the GM in "kayfabe" and I was her assistant irl. You would think after a while I would develop a sort of love for her feet. You would think her putrid smelling feet would become a sweet intoxicating aroma. You would think the salty and sour taste of her feet would become a sweet delicious treat. You would think putting her toes in my mouth and sucking for hours would excite me. You would that being suffocated under her soles would be wonderful. You would think cleaning out between her toes after she had been walking for hours would become the highlight of my day, but you would be mistaken. I still hated it as much as the first day, it still humiliated me and made me feel pathetic as much as the first time it had happened. In fact I lost the passion to please that I once had. On that first day I thought if I tried my best to please her then she would forgive me, let her go, but now after so long I knew it wasn't going to happen, so I just suffered through the pain and humiliation day after day, putting in no effort, only enough so that she wouldn't punish me. So now I was in a hotel room with Stephanie. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, flipping through the channels. We had a road show the next day, I wouldn't be performing and Stephanie didn't really need to do much since the event was not going to be televised. I lay in the floor, her feet were on my face and I was sucking on her toes as usual. I had a blank look on my face as I ran my tongue in between her soles as she spread them apart. She moved her heel to my lips, and as always in the same routine, I opened my mouth, wrapped my lips around them and began licking her heel. Suddenly she jerked her foot up. This snapped me from my trance of completing the routine.
'What is wrong with you?" She asked.
"What do you mean, mistress?" I responded.
"Do you remember the first few months after I chose you to be my slave?" She asked. Chose, now that was a funny word to use, more liked forced, but I didn't dare respond to her like that.
"Of course I do mistress."
"Back then you used to suck my toes like you enjoyed it. You used to clean my soles like it was the only think that gave you pleasure in life. You even pleased me so much, that once I rewarded you with a foot job, do you remember that?" She asked. How could I ever forget. It was the one time she didn't talk down to me, the one time she showed any affection for me. As much as her feet had done to torture me I could never ever forget the incredible pleasure they gave me that night. Her warm soles going up and down my cock, her toes fondling my balls, her laugh as I came harder then had in my entire life, the cum glistening off her feet when it was all over. I would never admit it to her, but even to this day I still thought back to that moment whenever I had time to get away and pleasure myself.
"Of course I remember." I responded.
"Well I want that kind of passion again, I want you to treat my feet like you did back then, I want to be able to reward you like I did back then but you are just putting zero effort. But I understand it's not all your fault. I understand that being a slave to only me must get very repetitive sometimes. So after tomorrow nights show I am letting one of the women take care of you for the night. You will worship their feet and do exactly as they say, just as you would for me, do you understand.?"
"Yes mistress, I do." One set of smelly disgusting feet were enough to make me miserable but I knew better then to deny her wishes.
"Ok good, since you were such a good boy about excepting that and not arguing with me, I will allow you to pick between the women. So who's slave would you like to be for a night? Bayley, Charlotte, or Sasha Banks?"  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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