WHAM! All of a sudden, Joe's thoughts were interrupted by his sister Sarah who pushed the door to his room open and rushed in.
“Hey little brother, or better, slave! How are my high heels doing? Are you finally done cleaning them?”
“Eerrrh yes sis..eerrh I mean yes mistress!”, Joe answered, “I think they are clean now.”
“Ho-hum, you think?!”, Sarah chuckled, “let's see..”
She grabbed her shoes out of Joe's hands and examined them intensively. “Hmmm, looks like you have done a great job, slave. They are shiny enough to wear them at the party tonight. But oh wait, I just saw you didn't clean the inside. Didn't I tell you to clean the inside?!” Joe looked down to the ground and made a face. “I am afraid you did so, Sar..erh mistress”, he mumbled. Sarah smirked dangerously and whispered: “I thought so.” Then she grabbed Joe by his hair and pulled his face up. “Look me in the eyes when I talk to you slave, okay?! And you will clean the inside now. Are we clear?” Joe grimaced with pain and asserted that he would clean the inside of her high heels immediately. He wanted to pick up his cleaning utensils but Sarah chipped in with: “Ah-ah-ah..not like that. You didn't do your job properly before so I need to punish you a bit. You will clean the inside of my high heels with your tongue!” Joe's face went pale and he begged: “No, please no Sarah, that's not necessary. I will not forget it the next time, I promise..” but Sarah just barked: “Do it now! Or I will make it even more uncomfortable for you! My friends have time on other days than Saturday as well!” Joe gulped and looked inside the high heels, where the constant wearing and sweating had imprinted his sister's soles in the leather. Now, while he lowered his face, the smell of a cheesy sweat and synthetic material mixture assaulted his nostrils again and his stomach already started to revolve. Then he gave the inside of the high heels the first lick.
A sharp aroma overwhelmed his sense of taste and Joe gasped in disgust. He tasted almost every possible flavour at once: sour, bitter, salty and even slightly sharp and sweet notes. As he started his second lick, he heard Sarah comment: “Yes, that's right slave..eeeewww, your tongue starts to get grey because of my dirty insoles. Keep going..” By now Joe felt completely sick and he wanted to spit the horrible taste out of his mouth but his sister guessed Joe's intentions and ordered: “Now swallow, slave. I want to see you eat what you forgot to clean!” Joe was really panicking now. He knew that he would throw up for sure if he would really swallow the grimy mixture of cold sweat and dirt on his tongue. On the other hand he didn't know what his sister had in store for him if he kept being disobedient. Just when Joe was about to force himself to swallow, the door to his room was opened again ans his mother Jessica entered. “There you are! Finally I found you. But what are you doing there?!” Before Joe could speak up, his sister Sarah answered. “Joe is cleaning my shoes. He keeps forgetting to clean the inside as well, so I decided to teach him a little lesson. I forced him to clean it with his tongue.” Jessica glared angrily at her daughter and said: “Sarah, I really appreciate that you take making us look like extreme feminists so seriously. But recently I have the feeling that you make your brother suffer more than he deserves it and more than it's necessary. I will not tolerate that, is that clear?!” Sarah made a caught face and tried to defend herself but Jessica interrupted her. “I asked you, if it was clear that you stop torturing your own brother more than necessary!”
“Fine!”, Sarah barked offended, “But then it's your fault if the SSS will arrest us all!”. With these words she swept out of the room. Joe finally was able to spit out and looked up to his mother. “Thank you mom.” Jessica sat down and gave her son a fast and careful hug, almost as if she was doing something criminal. “No need to say thank you, honey. I am your mother and I will try to protect you as good as I can. Just don't be too hard with your sister. I know she is not treating you fairly, but I am sure she just takes her duty to pretend to like the new system a bit too serious. She is seventeen, an age where life is not easy anyways. But the reason why I came to you right now was not to talk with you about Sarah. Next week we will do something together as family but there will be other people as well. You know what that means for you. I'm telling you this now, so you can prepare yourself. We will...
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