"Ingrid's foot slave" -continued from page two

Chapter 2

A week later, as I came home, my mother said: "Do you remember Ingrid, the daughter of the Johannssons, who were here at the party last week?" "What?! I mean what about her?" "Is something the matter Fred? You look pale." "No, I'm alright. Nothing wrong. What were you going to say?" "She called earlier today. Asked if it would be possible for you to come over and help her with some homework tonight. Her parents are away, and she had some problems with mathematics, which is your special field. She's such a nice girl. I told her you would probably come over, but of course you can call her and arrange differently." "Oh, that's okay. I'll go there right after dinner." I had been thinking about nothing but the incident with Ingrid all week. Eating dinner I got so nervous I almost couldn't get anything down.

As I got out of the car at the Johannssons' I tried to pull myself together and set up a tough face, but I didn't really know why, because what I urged for was to feel her feet on my face and for her to treat me like a wimp, and I couldn't see how that could happen with me still keeping my dignity. My legs were shaky as I walked up the stairs. I should have taken a few drinks, I thought.

I rang the bell and she opened quite quickly, hiding behind the door, only showing her face. She smiled childishly: "Hi Fred, how lucky you were able to come tonight". "Hi", I said, already losing my face. As I came inside I saw she was only wearing a black pantyhose, a matching bra and high heels. I was getting weak. "So how you been, Fred? Have you missed me?" She came up close, just inches from my face. She was about three inches lower than me with her heels on. "How is your ass, by the way?" I was all hers now, unable to speak. It tried to turn my eyes down, but standing so close to me and a little bit lower, I still couldn't avoid her stare.

"So what do you want us to do?" I humbly asked. "Yeah, let's get to the point. This is how it's gonna be: From now on you are going to do all my mathematics- homework. Either you will come here or we'll find some other way for you to get and deliver the papers. For each paper you do correctly, you will get to spend ten minutes under my feet or ass. For each one you fail, I will spank you. I really enjoyed kicking and punishing your ass, but we don't want any real harm done, not yet anyway, so I think we'll just go with the spanking. I haven't really decided on the number of strokes yet. We'll come back to that. How does this sound to you?"

She just spoke out casually like she was talking to a girlfriend on the phone. What she was telling me could ruin my life at worst, but I was becoming addicted to her, and I knew deep down that I had to do this. She probably knew that too. As the humiliation spread across my face, I said: "Okay". "Great! I thought you would agree. We, I mean you, will start on some papers tonight. For you to get the feeling of how this is going to be, I will both spank you and grant you some time under my feet tonight. I think I will start with the spanking, to make you focus on doing the papers right. You can look forward to licking my feet when you're done. Okay, give me your belt. I haven't been able to buy some kind of spanking tool yet."

I had learned there was no reason to hesitate, I would end up doing what she told me anyway. I took the belt from my pants and handed it to her. She tightened it around my neck, pulled down, and made me follow her, my face just inches behind her wiggling, pantyhosed ass. As I walked after her my pants fell down. I tried to keep walking but stumbled and thrust my face into her ass. "What kind of a loser are you? You will get five extra strokes for that." She led me over to the sofa and pushed me over it. "Well, your pants are already down, but today I think you will remove your underpants too." I pulled them down, lying with my face against the seat, my ass on display on top of the sofa. She waited a little then hit me with the belt. It hurt like hell and I couldn't avoid screaming. "Oh, that again. I'll have to find some permanent solution for that too. But for now."

I heard her heels clicking away, into another room. In a minute she was back again."I think this will do. Do you recognize these?" Before I could answer she begun filling my mouth with what I understood to be the stockings from last week. "Oh, wait a minute!" said she said, and went behind me. Not being prepared, my hole body jerked and she jumped over the back of the sofa, pulled the stocking out of my mouth. "Here you go. It shouldn't be only me on your mind all the time, you have to think about yourself sometimes too. What does it taste like?" "Uh. I don't know." "Oh, I thought it tasted like shit! Make sure you get everything down, I don't want anything on the stockings when I pull them out again". She filled up my mouth again. "You could hold it in place yourself, but just to make sure..."

She tied the second stocking around my head, making sure the knot was right beneath my nose, so I would smell the scent of her legs and feet with every breath I took. I instantly recognized the smell and felt my penis grow harder. "Okay, here we go", she giggled, running behind me on clicking heels. It seemed she was having fun. She begun spanking and the pain was unbearable. By the fourth stroke I was in tears. "Okay, that was fifteen. I was going to stop there, but like I said, you will get five more for touching my ass without permission." She gave me five more and I was totally broken. She let me lay there for a little while.

I could smell coffee when she came back. "What are you waiting for? Get to work, I don't want you here all night. My boyfriend is coming over later. The papers are right here." "Uh, can I wash my face first, please?" "Okay, but be quick. And from now on you will call me Madame Ingrid every time you speak to me. Is that understood?" "Yes Madame Ingrid". When I came back she was watching TV and drinking coffee. She had taken off her shoes and placed her pantyhosed feet on the table right next to the papers I was going to work on. As I was working I tried not to look at them but I could constantly feel the smell. Thankfully, the papers were quite easily done. I probably wouldn't get spanked over this. "I am finished Madame Ingrid". I said, hoping not to disturb her TV- watching. "Oh. Okay, lick my feet, then", she said distantly.

I was expecting her to have me laying on the floor beneath her, but that obviously wasn't the case. As her feet were on the corner of the table, it was a bit awkward to service them from a comfortable position. Either I would have to lean over the table with my whole upper body, or I could sit on the floor on the other side of the table. I chose the latter alternative and made sure I wasn't in the way of the TV. I begun by just inhaling her scent, placing my nose at the bottom of her toes, where I found the smell to be strongest. After having this smell close to my nose during the spanking and the entire paperwork, I was in heaven by actually feeling her feet on my face, smelling them directly. I started to lick her very carefully, I wanted to savour this moment, not rush things forward. Suddenly she giggled and kicked my face. "Don't do that loser, your tickling me". "I'm sorry Madame Ingrid", I said and tried to make my tongue a little harder.

I sniffed, licked and kissed all over her pantyhosed sole and also a little bit on the upside of her foot, but I was careful not to move any higher. She told me to stop after what may have been ten minutes. "Enough. You can leave now. Call me on Wednesday, that's my next mathematics class. The results better be good." "Yes Madame Ingrid, I hope they will". Her attention was back on the TV and I was going to leave, but remembered that I hadn't put my belt back on. I couldn't see it anywhere around the sofa. "What are you waiting for, stupid?" she said. "Uh, Madame Ingrid, can I have my belt back, please?" "No, we might need it here the next time. Get out." "All right Madame Ingrid".

As I opened the door she suddenly shouted: "Hey, wait a minute." She got up from the sofa and walked towards me. "I have always wondered what it would be like to literally kick a man out. Just stand there and bend over." I did like she said. Luckily she wasn't wearing the shoes. She gave me a hard kick in the ass, which was quite painful on top of the bruises from the spanking, and I stumbled forward but didn't fall over. "No, come back here. That wasn't any good. You're too big. I know how we're going to do it. I will stand by the door. You will come running through the hallway and I will kick you as you pass by me. That should work. And I must put my shoes back on. She grabbed me by my hair and led me back into the house. My face behind her ass again. I made sure to hold my pants up. She let go of me. You can start from here. And make sure to hold your pants up. "Yes Madame Ingrid". She sat down on the sofa and put her shoes on.

"Now I know... For maximum effect I want you to drop your pants right before I kick you, understood?" "Yes Madame Ingrid". She walked slowly with her usual small steps up to the door. "Alright, let's try it. If you do this right you're free to leave. If not, your ass will be sore. We're going to do this until I am satisfied. "I understand, Madame Ingrid". "Okay, go!" I started running, holding my pants up. About two meters in front of her, I pushed them down, though fearing what would happen. She held onto the door case to get good balance, then kicked me really hard right on my ass. Again I stumbled forward, but this time with much more force, and as she had figured, the pants were now down on my ankles making me trip. I fell head first into some bushes. She stood in the doorway laughing, her hands on her hips.

"What the hell is going on here?" It was a male voice, probably her boyfriend. I was glad my head and upper body was hidden in the bushes. "Oh, hey baby. Nothing's going on, just some stupid salesman. He was actually drunk. I threw him out." "Has he been bothering you? Do you want me to punch him?" "No forget about it. Like I said, I kicked him out" "But why are you in your underwear?" "I was waiting for you, honey." They closed the door.

I got inside my car and drove home. How could a pretty girl like that become so cruel? Well, how could an ordinary guy like me become so submissive? I guess I had always had it in me. My parents were still up when I got home. They shouted from the living room : "Did it work out well with Ingrid?" "Yeah. but she will probably need some more help later. I'm going to bed.".

End of story

Good one! Quite a fantasy indeed... Kicking, foot worship, and more? I love a slut that can run the gauntlet! A very special note of thanks to "r" for his excellent submission! Perhaps we can flesh it out one day! -M. Ingrid