Foot Slave to Sadists Part1:Introduction

I can’t move. No matter what I try and do I can’t seem to make my body move no matter how much I struggle. I can’t see. I know I’ve got my eyes open but I can’t see a damn thing no matter how hard I strain my eyes. It’s cramped. I keep bumping into walls right next to me and right above me I know for a fact I’m crammed into some kind of box but I have no idea why or where. It smells. All around me I can smell an awful scent like vinegar but I can’t open my mouth to breath through that instead. In other words I a in a bad situation and there isn't a damn thing I can do about it no matter how hard I try. The only thing I have any control over is is my senses. I can tell I’m in a car moving somewhere and that I’m in a box and I’d give anything to get rid of my sense of smell right now.

All of the sudden I feel my head hit what I assume is the top of my box as the vehicle I’m in comes to a stop and the car turns off. I can hear some movement and the sound of car doors opening behind me. The box I’m in starts moving as I’m pulled somewhere and I can hear the voices of two women. I swear I’ve heard them before but I just can’t remember where.

“Who wanted this one again cause this one was just a hassle?” One of them said. She sounded young maybe early 20’s if I had to guess. She seems to be annoyed but more worrying is th pity I hear in her tone.

“Some rich family up here. Real twisted from what I gathered. After the husband died they ordered from us but it seems they just didn’t like them being into their actions.” The other responded. She sounded older and worse sounds completely emotionless. I fell myself fall for a moment and then lifted back up as I sway back and forth. They are carrying me somewhere fuck I can’t call out what is happening.

“They want an unwilling one? Jesus poor guy I would feel bad for him if they weren’t paying so well.” I hear the younger one say. Fuck are they talking about me? What are they doing to me get me out of this box.

“What happened to their old one or did they just off him.” The younger one says only furthering me fear.

“No they sent him back to us but I’ll admit it is one of the more brutal returns we had. It took about three months of recovery just to get him back into a stable state.” the older one replies. I don’t have time to panic at the meaning behind that because I feel myself stop moving and see a small window slide open giving me the first breath of fresh air in a while. As I look into the face of a young blond girl who flashes me a mocking smile.

“Aww he looks so confused. Its okay cutie I’m sure the Ruechilds will take nice care of you they paid a lot of money to make sure you are the perfect little servant.” She gives me a quick air kiss and closes the tiny window as I hear a banging on a door.

I wait until I can hear a door opened and a new woman's voice cheerfully beaconing my current captors inside. Once again I feel my box moving for a bit and eventually set down on the ground with a thud. The impact seems to send something in my box into the air and onto my face. It smells like the inside of the box but twice as bad. It's some sort of smooth cloth that I try to shake of my face before I remember I can’t move. I try and move my focus from the terrible smell to the voices that begin outside my box.

“So to get him moving again all you have to do is give him a command we already have him trained to listen to you.” I can hear the blond woman from before explains to someone.

“Oh perfect and you got him to specifications right? Like hes not like the last one he won’t be into it and shit?” A new voice I don’t recognise responds. It sounds younger than the blond and a bit too excited for my comfort.

“No need to worry this one was trained to be repulsed and still follow the commands of you your sister and your mother as requested. If you wish to have another person have the same privilege you need only expose him to their scent for anywhere from five to ten hours.” The older woman responds. Wait their scent? What does that mean is that what this thing on my face is? God it smells why can’t I move?

“Alright you can’t imagine how excited I am right now. You guys will be wired your other half of the money and I’ll make sure to call you if we need anything” The new girl replies happily. I hear the women exchange goodbyes and three sets of footsteps walk away from my box and the sound of a door closing in the distance. Eventually I hear a set of footsteps making their way back to my box stopping by my head. Eventually the small window on my box slides open and light filters through the black object on my face. I hear her stifle laughter as she pulls the object off of me and I’m face to face with a woman with golden brown hair. She looks no older than 18 with a beautiful face and blue eyes staring down at me with a playful smile.

“Hello servant boy. You probably have no idea what's going on but don’t worry we’ll get to that just let me grab the rest of your mistresses and well start introductions okay?” She taps me on the nose with the end of the last sentence and begins to back away but stops herself quickly before turning back. “Oh I know grab one of those socks and start taking some deep whiffs to get us started while I grab the others okay.” she says with a smile before dashing off upstairs calling out.

What was she talking about? I didn’t understand until I finally felt my hand move for the first time as it wrapped around part of the bedding of my box and slowly moving it in front of my face. I see my hand holding a yellowish knee sock in my hand. I can feel the crust on it and more importantly feel my repulsion. And then I see my hand slowly move the sock to my face. I try to move my head but it wont respond. All I can do is watch as I place the crust sock to my nose and involuntarily take a deep breath.

My nose explodes as the insanely strong smell of old sweat and cheese enters my head. Every fiber of my being tells me to run or pull back but my body takes another breath and my hand just keeps pushing the sock into my face harder. Jesus it's awful I feel like I want to throw up but I can’t. Is this what was making the box smell bad? Is this what was on my face? Finally I hear several footsteps running downstairs and past my box quietly whispering to each other.

All of the sudden my box flys open with a loud tadah as my eyes adjust to see three women sitting on a couch by the end of my box. I can tell immediately the people are will off by the looks of the expensive furniture all around the room and how high the ceiling is. I also finally get a good look at the girl from earlier. It looks like I was right she looks about 18 maybe senior year or first year college. She is wearing a tank top and yoga pants with her hair down. I also subconsciously note her breasts are about C-cup and her ass is definitely shapely. She is standing in front of the couch in the center gesturing to my box with a giant grin.

To her left is a girl a lot younger id say maybe 13 years old somewhere around middle school. She is wearing a very frilly and expensive looking dress with even brighter brown hair bordering on blonde with bright blue eyes. However those eyes are hard to see as she wipes tears of laughter from them. Apparently seeing a helpless man forcefully jamming a sock into his face and inhaling is funny to this girl for some reason. I also notice that compared to her frilly dress she seems to be wearing a firly dirty looking pair of cowgirl boots that don't seem to match the dress at all.

Finally to her right I see an older woman that looks to be in her 40s somewhere. She is wearing a low cut business blazer and suit pants both of which look very expensive as well as a pair of black nylons and a pair of business flats. Looking at this woman and the other two girls you can easily tell they are related. That being the case it's easy to tell where the other two girls got their looks. She has hazel hair hanging over her shoulders and blue eyes as well as a set of D-cup breasts and a nice hourglass figure. She's leaning slightly forward and looking down at me with a calm loving gaze but the hunger behind it worries me.

“Oh Katie hunnie you already have him sniffing one of those yucky socks. You should have at least given him a little time before you started having him perform duties.” The older woman said cooing at me as if I were a child. The 18 year old girl standing in the center apparently named Katie falls back onto the couch kicking her feet up onto an ottoman. I see she's wearing a pair of chucks and kneehigh socks.

“Nah he has to get used to his new role sooner rather than latter. Besides I had to know if his training worked and it sure looks like it did. Just look at that disgusted look on his face and watch this.” she says to the older woman before turning back to me and saying “Okay servant boy I want those breaths to be deeeeep breaths right now.” She says with a sadistic smile on her face. I try and stop my body but I can’t as I feel my body take a massive breath filling my lungs with the disgusting smell of what I now know is a sock belonging to Katie. As soon as one end I feel myself taking in another massive breath of the stale sweat smell. My head feels like its getting dizzy and I feel like I want to vomit but my body just keeps taking in deeper and deeper breaths of the vile cloth pressed into my nose.

“That's awesome and it's way better he doesn’t like all the gross stuff like the last one. Will he do anything huh? Cause I want to make him do something really gross.” The youngest girl finally stops laughing to deliver probably the most chilling line so far. The look of childlike joy and yet adult like sadism she had in her eye momentarily distracted my from the fetid sock in my face.

“I know I know but I think it's time to finally stop playing with our servant and finally clear up his confusion ya.” Katie said to the others before leaning forward a bit and looking at me saying “Put down the sock and get on your hands and knees at our feet.”

As she says this the older woman and young girl lean back also kicking their feet up onto the ottoman. I finally ,to my relief, put the sock down into my box and feel my body rise and fall onto my hand and knees crawling out of my box and onto the carpeted floor placing myself at the end of the ottoman. Katie then claps twice and all of the sudden I can move my head again. I look frantically around before realising its doing no good and place my focus back on the three girls in front of me.

“Now servant I am going to introduce you to your new mistresses and we will each inform you of your duties to us.” She said gesturing to the other two girls “Now on top of whatever duties we may have you preform you will also have some general chores but we will get to that as well. Now first off is my mother Jaclyn who you will refer to as mistress Jaclyn.” She explained to me as if talking to a dog while gesturing to the older woman to her right.

“Aw don’t worry about me to much baby I don’t really want to uh … play with you like my beautiful daughters here. No I just want to take care of you and make sure you are a good little boy okay?” She said in a voice as if talking to a baby leaning forward a bit. She then leans back and follows it up in a mocking stern voice “Of course if you do misbehave you will have to be punished but you wouldn’t do that would you. Oh no your a good boy. Here why don’t you show me your a good boy and lick Mistress Jaclyn’s flats okay?”

I’m in shock. I’m a human fucking being she can’t treat me like I’m a fucking infant I’m 22 years old these people can’t control me. But once again my body proves me wrong. As I shake my head no I feel the rest of my body slowly crawl forward as I place my head at the bottoms of Jaclyn’s flats and stick out my tongue. I have enough control to make the lick as small as I can but am swiftly interrupted by Jaclyn interjecting.

“Oh no baby I guess you are new to this. Its okay let me help.” She says lovingly before looking me right in the eyes with a bit of playfulness. “Okay take your tongue and run it from the bottom of my shoe all the way to the top three times each.” And just as always I feel my body lose control as my tongue sticks out all the way and I take one long lick up the bottom of this woman's shoe. My mouth fills with the taste of old leather and dust. I don’t think I have ever felt more repulsed in my life and yet I feel myself go in for another lick and another. Right as I think I can relax I feel my head move over to the other foot refreshing my mouth with the taste of dirt as I lick the bottom of her other shoe three times. Finally I gain enough control to pull back and pull my tongue back in.

I go to spit but I hear Jaclyn interupt me “No no baby I want you to look at me swish that around and take a nice big gulp okay?” I look at her with a look of horror and disgust as I feel my body begin to swish around the file mixture of dirt dust and whatever else I may have picked up from her flats. Finally ,y head forces me to look her in the eyes as I take a large gulp forcing the concoction down my throat. Jaclyn claps a bit before saying to me in the voice of a mother praising an infant “Good boy! If you liked that Mistress Jaclyn will make sure to make you lots of yummy treats while you stay here to keep you nice and strong for your services okay baby.” I feel my blood freeze. What does she mean more treats? That was a treat? What the fuck is a punishment with this woman than?

“Okay okay enough of that mom gosh. Now on to me. You probably already figured it out but my name is Katie.” She says gesturing to herself, “Now right now you're probably confused so let me explain. It was my idea to purchase a servant from the facility that delivered you. You see our father was a very bad but very powerful man. After he died he left us with a lot of money sure but he also left us with a lot of … let's call it aggression for men. So we found a service that kidnaps men and trains their body and mind so that they are forced to follow the commands of anyone that they are attuned to.” she began explaining “ Now attuning can be through a number of ways. Some people attune their servants through feeling like the feeling of a whip or maybe the feeling of being trampled. We however chose attuning through your sense of smell. You see if you smell the feet of any woman for a long enough time you mind and body will react to any command they give you and there isn’t a thing. You. Can. Do. About. It.” She said tapping her shoes together at the end with each word to emphasize her point. “Now we had one before you but the problem was he was trained to do what we wanted but he was aroused by it. That's all fine and good for some people but no we wanted something different. We wanted to see despair in the actions they were committing. So we returned him and got you. We specifically asked them to train you to not only dislike what you were doing but to be repulsed by it but still having little to no control. No vomiting, No backing away, and no joy for little ol’ you.” She finished explaining her smile now fully apparent on her face.

“Now” She began again “That's out of the way let me tell you what I’m going to have you do for me. See I bought you to be a servant but more than that I bought you to be a slave. Your going to clean my shoes, clean my socks, and clean my feet every day and there isn’t a thing you can do about it.” She said leaning back matter of factly. “Eventually I’ll have you take care of my friends feet as well but first we will get you nice and acquainted with my feet. Now of course I’ll punish you if what you do isn’t up to my standards and maybe just for fun every now and again but don’t worry. I intend to bend you but I’ll never break you. I don’t want our fun to end. Speaking of fun how about you grab a big ol’ handful of socks from that box you came in and shove em’ into your mouth okay.” she finished with a sadistic smile.

I struggled as had as I could shaking my head from side to side as soon as I heard her command as I turned around and crawled to my box. Looking inside it for the first time I see that the whole time I’d been lying in a layer of different socks. Most appeared to be long discolored knee socks, tan or black tattered nylons, or faded smaller multi colored ankle socks. I then watched myself pick up a decently sized handfull. I opened my mouth as my hand slowly moved to my head. I try and shake my head from side to side but eventually my hand finds my mouth and the pile of soiled socks is shoved in. I want to die. The mixture of tastes of three different womens old foot sweat begins to mix inside of my mouth as pieces of lint break off the sock and clump together in my mouth. I try and force it out with my tongue but all it does is squeeze a mixture of sweats and spit down my throat burning it. I turn back around cheeks bulging causing the youngest girl to burst into laughter again and even making Jaclyn hide a giggle at my misfortune.

“There we go and it only gets worse my little servant.” Katie says to me with a slight smile before gesturing to the laughing girl to her left, “Finally this is my little sister Mary or as you will call her Mistress Mary” she explains before Mary quickly stops laughing and interrupts
“No I want him to call me Princess Mary got that servant boy. You have to do whatever I say so your my toy got it. The last toy we had I tried to play all sorts of gross and fun games with but he would always thank me and stuff. But not you huh? No you are gonna hate every second of it it's gonna be so fun.” She said bouncing slightly up and down with excitement. This unstable girl sends chills down my spine and what she says next only helps to solidify that. “We are gonna play all kinds of games but not all with my feet even though you are gonna get veeeery used to those puppie. But we can play games with my shoes, or my clothes, or my pits, or maybe even my cute little butt. You are going to get very used to my body. And what fun is a game without stakes. Lets just say you better not lose any of them or your in for something really gross.” She says with a gleam of sadism behind childlike excitment. “Here I can show you what I mean. I’ve been preparing for your arrival for a long time now by wearing my favorite boots for a week. No socks and not taking them off then I sleep and covering them with bags when I take a shower. It's been really hard but it's worth it. I want you to remove a one of my boots and then drink aaaaall the sweat I’ve been saving up inside of them just for you.”

I try one more time to fight my body but I just can’t seem to do anything. I watch with inevitable dread as I slowly peel of this young girls boot with a sickening squelching noise. I then move it in front of me catching a quick whiff of what's inside. My nose recoils and my senses all fire off at once begging me to back away even though I know my body won't. The strong scent on vinegar burns my nose a bit as I move the boot closer finally seeing what's inside. My eyes are met with a tattered and destroyed insole and what looks to be about a cup of footsweat sloshing around. Despite every fiber of my being protesting I put the boot to my lips and slowly tip it upwards filling my mouth with the liquid. My tastebuds are assaulted by a salty mess as the sweat from the boots rushes through the socks in my mouth intermingling with the mixture already in my mouth forcing three people's sweat and sock ling down my throat. I feel nauseous and I try and wretch or even gag but my body just won't. I get no relief from this pain. I slowly go to put the boot back on Mary before she holds up a hand.

“Actually wait I want you to grab one of mommy's nylons and tie my boot to your face for the night okay? I know you've been with my socks for a while but let's make sure you really get used to my scent okay?” she says matter of factly as I grab a nylon and tie the disgusting boot to my head around my nose despite my bodies protest.

“Well now that you’ve met your new mistresses and they’ve met you I should tell you your daily chores.” Katie says bringing what little focus you still have to her despite the assault on your senses. “Every morning you are to wake up my mother for work with long icks up the sole of her foot until she wakes up. You will the help her get ready however she asks. You will then wake up me for my day at my college by cleaning any sweat I may have gotten through the night and will help me get ready however I see fit. Finally you will wake up my sister with deep inhales of her feet until the sound or the tickling feeling wakes her. You will also help her get ready however she sees fit. After we have left for the day you will clean the house with product, clean our clothes in the machine, however you will clean our socks and shoes with your mouth and soap as needed. Finally you will prepare dinner for the family and eat whatever is provided to you. You will then spend the rest of the night with someone we determine. The only exception to this routine will be on Saturdays and Sundays. Saturday is the day my mother has no work and you will spend the whole day with her following her commands. Sundays my sister is also off of school and you will serve her for the day however she sees fit am I understood.” She finishes. Both her mother and sister stare at me with a playful glint in their eye knowing they will each get a full day with me to themselves. I try and talk back or shake my head no or deny in any way but I feel my head slowly and forcibly nod yes and watch as the three girls cheer. And with that I knew my fate was sealed as a plaything for this family of sadists.

“Well honey it's been a long day how about we let the baby sleep and tomorrow is friday and he can try out that new routine. I know he wont dissapoint right baby.” Jaclyn says ending it my turning to me and speaking as if talking to a baby. I nod yes to avoid any ill will as I don’t need to anything else humiliating or disgusting tonight.

“Well sure. Okay slave boy go back you your box. Oh and tonight every time those yummy socks run out of flavor I want you to gram another handful and put them in. Oh ya also start chewing on those lets get em’ nice and clean okay.” Katie says crushing any hope I had of maybe sleeping tonight. And with that comand I feel myself crawl into my box and lay down. I see Mary walk by looking down and sticking out her tongue with a giggle followed by Jaclyn who blows me a kiss. Finally Katie walks over to the door of my box bending down to give me a view of her breasts and gives me a tiny wave saying “Welcome home slave boy we are going to have a wonderful life together.” With that she closes up the box and leaves me in darkness. And there I lay mouth full of a soggy sweaty mess that doesn’t seem to taste any better. A boot strapped to my face making me feel like I’m inhaling pure foot vapor and no control over my body. All I can do is lay in place and slowly break down and sob knowing that this is the beginning of the hell that is my new life.