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"We go to my place and really get to work. follow me slaveboy." Queeny said
After I placed her shoes back on her feet I slowly got up and walked behind her on the way.
"now, call your mother when we get to my house, tell her your staying with a friend or something while I make a few preparations." She said gleefully.
The walk was rather uneventful externally. the same streets and noise that I have been accustomed to over my life. The difference was I walked with a weight around my neck and the feeling that a scarlet letter had been etched across my chest.
'I'm trapped as her foot slave...Queeny's foot slave.' I thought to myself as we walked towards the setting sun. my head sunk as we crossed paths with other travelers. I felt humiliated and exposed. as if their silence was judgement on my submission and a pleasant smile was approval of Queeny's domination.
Finally we reached her home. A nice two story not too far from my own.
"I expect you here every day at 10am sharp for the next two weeks, understand?" Queeny said as we entered her house.
"yea...I mean Yes Mistress" I corrected myself as I saw her hand begin to raise.
"good boy" she praised and gave a cheerful smile. "now go to the phone in the kitchen and call your mother, I have some...matters to attended to." and with that she headed up the stairs and left me alone.
Running away was not an option. 'I'm too far in to leave now. if I do what she says maybe it will be easier. it's all I've got.' I did as I was instructed and went into the kitchen to the phone. I made a quick call to my mother saying that I would be sleeping over at a friends house tonight to celebrate the end of school. she told me to have fun and stay out of trouble...if only she knew. as I hung up the phone I was suddenly blinded by blackness and then heard Queeny whisper in my ear "follow me and not a word slave." She took hold of my hand and began to lead me across the house with something tied around my eyes. suddenly the scent became familiar and I gasped.
"smell that slave boy, one of my socks is tied around your eyes. you taste my feet, smell my feet, and now all you see is my feet. not a word out of you until we get upstairs or you'll get a serious punishment." I kept silent as possible as she carefully lead me up the steps and through the upstairs hallway. I heard a door creak opend and I was pulled a very short distance where we came to a halt.
"Now slaveboy..." Queeny said in a commanding tone "...You are to..."
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