"A Day In The Life"

[KssFemHeel]

This my first attempt at a story:

This is a story I wrote as a tribute to my Goddess, who i am lucky enough to be married to. i haven't even shown her yet, it's hot off the presses here. Just wanted to share it with some others who may appreciate it. i wrote this story in many different sittings so it wavers between third-person and first-person writing, depending on my mood that day. But i hope you all enjoy it. Feel free to print it out and act it out with your own Goddess at home. If you do, let us all know how it goes...:-) Here goes....

(i may have to post in pieces, it's kind of long)

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This is a tribute to You, Goddess. This is how i think a typical day should go between a slave and his Owner. i hope You enjoy this story and i hope that someday You will consider changing this story from fiction to a true story. But then again that's up to You, You're in charge ;-)

"A Day In The Life"
- by Your slave.

She arrives home from a leisurely afternoon of shopping at the mall. She looks her usual radiant self. Wearing a t-shirt and jean-shorts for mall browsing comfort. And on her feet that day, paper thin white anklet socks with frilly lace trim, and leather keds. slave heard her pulling in to the garage and took his position on the floor in the living room, ready to greet her properly as She entered. As She enters the room She sees Her slave down on the floor in the prone position, flat on his stomach, arms behind his back, chin resting on the carpet, about eight feet in front of her in the middle of the room. "Hello, slave", She says, very matter-of-factly. slave then replies with his required greeting for whenever Goddess enters the household from being out, "Hello, my Superior Goddess." Goddess looks at him and smiles and nods an approving grin. his eyes are transfixed on Her feet, this is eye-level viewing for him, and Goddess knows he's completely mesmerized by the sight of Her feet whenever they are in his sight. She puts Her keys down by the door and grabs the mail that slave retrieved just moments before from outside. She comes strutting over to Her motionless slave and positions Herself so Her feet are just before slave's face. Just before She starts to scroll through the mail in Her hands, She shifts Her weight to one leg and slides Her other foot slightly forward so now it's practically under slave's lips. "Greet Me, slave", She says as She picks through the mail. slave begins to press kisses all over the top of Her ked. The toe tip, laces area, sides. Everywhere he can reach. After a minute or so, Goddess withdraws Her foot, shifts Her weight, and the other ked is presented to slave's lips, and the same task is dutifully repeated. After another few minutes or so of Goddess rifling through the mail, seemingly oblivious to Her slaves worship, Goddess withdraws that foot as well, looks down at Her slave and says, "Now, assume the position, slave." slave then crawls over to the floor area in front of the couch across the room and lays flat on his back. Goddess meets him there after putting down the mail over by her shopping bags and strutting back to him. She then kneels beside him, takes one of his wrists and ties it up to the leg of the couch with one of her old black silk thigh high stockings that had gotten a run in it. Then the other wrist was tied up to the opposite couch leg with another thigh high. Always one to recycle, these thigh highs were now living their second life as slave restraints. After confirming that slave was very firmly secured in his helpless position, Goddess returns to Her feet, towering over him, looks down at him and mockingly points Her finger scoldingly and says, "I'll be right back, slave, now don't go anywhere." and starts exiting the room, giggling under Her breath at Her own sarcasm and Her slave's helplessness. slave is basically tied up and powerless, so as usual, he basically has to just lay there and take it. A few minutes later, Goddess re-enters the room and says, "want to see what I bought at the mall today slave? I think you'll like them." Goddess is wearing the same clothes as before, but as she continues strutting in and Her feet come into his view, he notices that, instead of the keds she was wearing before, She's now wearing gorgeous black leather spike heels with Her same white frilly anklet socks. Her slave is now even more mesmerized than before. She struts all the way over to where he is tied up and stands straddling over him, one heel on either side of his chest. "So, slave, what do you think, another set of shoes for you to worship with your lips, tee, hee." She giggles. "i love them, Goddess." he replies. "They are indeed lucky shoes to be able to cradle Your sacred feet for a living." Goddess nods Her head in approval, "you're right, slave." and smiles at Her apparent feelings of superiority. "I also have another surprise for you, slave." As She says this She steps away from straddling him and moves to the center of the room, center-stage for slave to view. She turns her back side to him and slowly starts to lower her jean shorts down her legs and to the floor revealing a new pair of black silk panties to match the shoes. slave would've definitely pinched himself had he not been tied up. She turns back around to face him and throws up Her arms like a "ta-da!" expression, "so what do you think, slave?" At first slave couldn't speak, then he finally utters out, "Goddess, You are truly a vision of beauty, i feel so lucky to serve You." "Aww, that's sweet, slave, thanks." She then points to the growing bulge in his shorts and says, "looks like he approves, too. hee,hee." She then walks over and straddles me again, feet up on either side of chest, only this time facing the opposite way. She then drops to Her knees. So now, I'm on the floor flat on my back, my wrists securely tied to each of the couch legs above my head spread eagle with two of Goddess's old silk thigh highs. You are on all fours straddling me backwards, with Your ass right in my face, just out of my reach, and your heel-clad feet on either side of my face, locking my shoulders down to the floor assuring no freedom for me. My head is planted to the floor, as it is understood i would not raise it to meet Your ass without permission, You would lower Your gorgeous ass to it when You felt like letting me have it, when the begging and the groveling was satisfactory to You, enough so that You felt i was worthy of pressing my lips to such a sexy panty-clad perfect ass of Yours. Unfortunately Your slave has a moment of weakness and before his Goddess lowers Her ass to his face, he raises his head what little he can and presses a kiss against the middle of Her lucious pantied ass. This angers Goddess. It doesn't necessarily anger Her in the violent sense of the word, but it's a violation where Her slave should've known better, and She knows She must act on it. She slowly raises Her ass, gets up to Her feet, turns around so now She's facing him, and straddles Her slave, a foot on either side of his chest. She steadies Herself and puts one foot up lightly on his chest and puts Her hands on Her hips, a most majestic position, She thinks, smiling inside. Her high heel digs into his chest just a slight bit enough to command attention, but not harm. Just enough to know he messed up, and it won't go un-noticed by his Goddess. "i'm sorry, Goddess" he says. "too late for apologies, slave." She replies, shaking Her head, in a soft sensual voice, a voice of complete control. "I don't expect you to be perfect, I mean you ARE just a lowly foot-slave..." "yes Goddess" "...but that was something that can't go un-addressed." She then crosses Her arms and just stands there over him for a minute or two, with one high heel up on his chest. She then holds one hand to Her chin and looks up in the air, as when one is trying to remember something or think to one's self. She then starts barely thinking aloud, "hmmm, what should we do here..." and starts tapping the high heel on his chest slightly while contemplating Her slaves fate. After a minute or so of thought, She stops tapping Her heel on his chest and, still with Her head facing up at the ceiling, glances just with Her eyes down to Her slaves face and says with a smirk, "maybe this will work..." She dismounts Her high heel from his chest and struts away from Her slave and walks over to the other couch. She picks up a satin belt that goes around the waist of a satin robe. it's white satin and very smooth. She comes strutting back over to Her slave and stands over him, once again straddling his chest, but this time holding the satin belt, one end of it in each hand. The middle section of the belt hanging down almost to slave's face. She looks down at him and, once again in Her soft, calm, but commanding voice, says, "you know what i'm going to do with this, slave?" sort of scared, he replies, a little crack in his voice, "anything You want to, Goddess." a little note of fear in his words. Goddess giggles slightly, caught a little off-guard. "Hee hee, good answer, slave. I thought you'd say 'i don't know', but the truth is You really don't know, You couldn't possibly know, since i am the Goddess and You are my slave. I know all and you know nothing, isn't that right." "Of course, Goddess." "If you really must know, I'm going to have to teach you a little lesson in obedience, unfortunately you've brought this upon yourself..."

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with that, She lowers Herself to Her knees, so now She's straddling him, sitting on his chest, Her knees on either side of his upper chest, Her perfect ass parked right on his lower ribs. She takes the silky satin belt and begins to twist it around each hand, collecting some around each fist, until now it is wrapped around each fist tight as a clothesline in the middle of Her two fists. She then lowers the thin silken belt closer and closer to his throat, rolled up and stretched tight between Her hands. Her eyes are locked on his, She can smell fear. She drinks it up and gets intoxicated by the power rushing through Her, knowing the power She possesses over him right now. Finally She lowers it upon his throat, as Her two belt-wrapped fists keep lowering til they are against the floor on either side of his throat. She presses a little harder, putting some downward force on the belt against his throat, the look on Her face is one of total excitement & intense delight, She can't hide Her devilish grin, She doesn't need to. The downward force on Her slave's throat is just enough so he can breathe, but has to labor for each breath, the obvious point his owner is trying drive home becomes more evident, She owns him, completely and in every way, even to the point where She gets to decide when he gets to draw his next breath. "Maybe this will teach you to keep your head down until I tell you otherwise, slave." She then tightens it on his throat a little more. He gasps slightly, but can still breathe. "i'm <gasp> sorry,<gasp> Goddess..." She just stares back down at him, "...not good enough, slave." continuing to keep the pressure on his throat. She sees his arms start to struggle against their binds and this just turns Her on more. Seeing him trying to escape Her bondage and being completely unable to always sends a shudder through Her, the ultimate power rush, it completely validates Her total power over him. Finally She removes the satin belt from his throat and he takes a deep breath of fresh air, She remains sitting on his chest, though. This time upright instead of hunched over his throat, though. The satin belt still taught between Her hands at Her lap, just over his chest. She looks down at him with a girlish grin. "Do that again, slave." he is confused, "...do what again, Goddess?" Goddess replies, "struggle" Since he didn't even really realize he was doing it (he was too busy trying to breathe) he was still unclear on what She wanted. "struggle, Goddess?" "Yes, slave, struggle. You were struggling against the ties while I was choking You. I like watching You struggle. I like seeing You try to escape, and failing of course, hee hee." he still looked unclear on what exactly She wanted. "Tell you what, slave, we'll make a game out of it. It's a game we already know I will win but that's beside the point, tee-hee." She giggles. "I want you to struggle to try to escape. We both know You can't, but If you do a good job of entertaining me while trying, I won't choke You again. If not..." and She holds up the satin belt above him, tight between Her hands, an evil grin on Her face. slave stares at the belt and swallows hard, the fear is back. "the rules are You have sixty seconds to try to escape, the second and last rule is, I will win! hee-hee-hee" and She giggles some more. "Start now!" he begins to struggle in vain to free himself from his binds, but it is of no use. Goddess has done Her usual inescapable job of tying him up by his wrists. he tries to pull them in every direction but to no avail. She now is still sitting atop his chest, posture straight up, highlighting Her perfect breasts, arms folded across Her chest, still holding the satin belt as an ominous reminder of the consequences awaiting him. "Thirty seconds left, slave..." She says, giggling under Her breath. he continues to struggle as She watches, thoroughly amused at his vain efforts, She then begins to count down, "c'mon, slave, ten seconds, five,four,three,two,one..." he then stops struggling and looks back up at Her. She looks back down with a mischievious grin, "oh well, slave, you're still down there and I'm still up here, so as I predicted, you lose, hee-hee" , She giggles like a little girl again. "Looks like it's time for you to get choked again.." and She starts to lean over towards his throat again with the satin belt. "Please, Goddess, please..." Goddess stops and sits upright again. "What's that, slave? you want to beg me not to choke You?? ok, go ahead, slave, try to beg me not to use this..." as She holds up the satin belt again "...and we'll see if I change My mind." She returns to Her sitting-upright folded-arms position upon his chest. he starts immediately, "Oh Goddess, please, i beg of You, please do not choke me again, please. You are truly Superior to me and i throw myself at Your mercy." Goddess replies, "hmm, let me think about it.." and She pretends to look like She's considering it, eyeballs looking up as if trying to remember something. Then after a few minutes She looks back down at him and says, "OK, I don't think I'll be needing this..." She starts to unravel the satin belt from around Her hands and tosses it back onto the couch. he exhales a sigh of relief, his begging must've been satisfactory, he thought. She then raises Her hands in front of him and says matter-of-factly, cocking Her head, "I'll just choke you with these instead, tee-hee...." and begins to wrap Her hands around his throat. Again he finds himself gasping for a breath. While he struggles, and Her hands continue to mildly squeeze his throat, Goddess decides to lecture him in a soft, sexy, sultry, voice, "you see, slave. you have to realize that it's all about ME. your entire world, your entire existence revolves around Me, and what I want. and right now I want you to feel HELPLESS, I want you to feel My power over you, My total control over you." Her eyes are piercing into his as the lecture (and the choking) continues, "you see, slave, all throughout time, Women have always been considered the weaker sex, and unfortunately most Women have bought into the lie that men have sold them. Well, not all Women, and certainly not ME." with that She releases Her hands from his throat, and raises Herself so She's standing over him. She begins to walk around the room in Her high heels, deliberately sticking out Her chest and wiggling Her ass while She does. She retrieves the chair from the other side of the room and starts to come strutting back towards him with it. She places the chair up next to his head, with the chair back facing him. She then stands leaning against the chair back, so Her heels are side-by-side just next to his head. The lecture then continues, "Look at this scene right here as an example, slave. you are bigger than Me, you are taller than Me. you are certainly much stronger than Me as far as physical strength goes. Heck, you could probably throw me across the room if you wanted to." as She continues, She steadies Herself leaning against the chair back and raises one of Her high heels and points Her toe, tracing it around his face. "But all that supposed power means nothing right now, because I have you tied up, I have you tied up and helpless to escape, as we've already proven, heehee" She continues, "Now it seems the tables have turned, now the Woman has all the power, I am the Boss, and you are powerless to resist."

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She continues to trace the toe of Her high heel around all parts of his face. Her slave's eyes are transfixed on Her foot and the high heel adorning it. She's wearing a pair of sexy spiked high heels, along with some paper thin white cotton anklet socks with lace trim along the top. She knows Her slave cannot resist this look, he doesn't stand a chance when She dresses in this combination. Meantime, the lecture on Female Superiority is still being delivered, "that's right, slave, I'm the Boss, I'm in charge, boy I love saying that, it sounds so good, doesn't it?" "Yes, Goddess." Her slave replies. "Good answer, slave." She then takes the toe tip of Her high heel and touches his chin with it, and uses it to straighten out his face so it's looking right up at Hers, "but I'm not done lecturing You yet, slave." She then raises Her high heel so it's just above his face, positioning the tip of the spike heel just over his mouth, "grab my high heel with your mouth and take it off." This time he remembers not to raise his head. She lowers the heel down, as She does he opens his mouth to accept it, he then grabs it gently with his mouth and She raises Her foot out of it, sliding it ever so slowly. She then grabs the shoe with Her curled toes and places it on the ground just above his head. Once this is done, She places that foot on the floor side by side with Her other still-heeled foot, shifts Her weight, and raises the other heel to Her slaves lips, and the same task is repeated. Now Her feet are together side-by-side on the floor still encased in the super sexy lace trimmed anklet socks, right next to Her slaves head. She towers over him, leaning slightly back against the chair-back comfortably. She then raises one of Her feet and again starts to trace the pointed toe of Her foot all around his face. Chin, lips, cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead, etc, no part of his face is spared, as if frosting a cake with Her toes. Every time Her toes pass close to his nose, he tries to inhale a deep breath of Her foot's aroma. She notices this and proceeds to hold them there directly against his nostrils, "I've been wearing these sexy ankle socks for quite a while today, slave. I'm sure my feet must be hot and sweaty. I know You love the smell of My sexy feet, so go ahead and take a deep breath." he inhales deeply as Her toes rest over his nostrils, and Goddess is delighted by the feeling of the inhaled air rushing through the sock and between Her toes, "ahh, that feels refreshing, slave." as he continues doing it. She allows him to do this for a couple of minutes, then She proceeds to continue tracing Her pointed foot around his face some more. She spys a little look of disappointment in Her slave's face as it is removed from his nose, "don't worry, slave. If You're lucky, I'll actually let You taste them later...hee, hee." slave smiles child-like, as if just promised his favorite toy from Santa or something. Goddess, then slides in at the end, "... but you'll have to earn the privilege" and smiles mischieviously. Then as Goddess continues to trace Her foot all over his face, She continues to lecture, almost as if daydreaming aloud, "Mmmm, this is so nice, such a feeling of power, of control. I never could've imagined how good it would feel to have such a strong, able-bodied man tied up and down at My feet, until You came along, slave. You've definitely caused an 'awakening' in Me. you've made me finally realize that it truly is possible for a Woman to have a man for a slave. And I must say, I absolutely LOVE it. I love just saying it, 'I have a slave, My own slave, he completely belongs to ME, I OWN him.' Boy I love the sound of that. 'And I have total control over him, I can do anything I want with him.' She continues tracing his face with Her foot, "...and he's powerless to resist Me, mmm that's nice. And I can leave him tied up for as long as I wish and there's nothing he can do about it." She says, Her wicked grin appearing once again. She then slides Her gorgeous anklet-socked foot down from his face and rests; it on his throat. slave looks up at Goddess, who meets his eyes with a victorious, evil grin, as She says smugly, " I guess since you're tied up and helpless and I have my foot on your throat right now, it's pretty obvious I'm; your total Superior, isn't it slave?" "yes, Goddess." "good answer." She replies. "But I'm not convinced, slave, you're gonna have to profess your devotion and loyalty to Me right now, I'll help you through it." slave replies, "ok, Goddess, anything You say." Goddess replies smugly, "of course it's 'anything I say', slave. Now here's how it works, we'll make it sort of like a game. You have to start professing your complete loyalty & servitude to me, and also tell me the many ways of how awesome I am, and I will step on your throat harder or softer depending on how much I like your responses, ok slave?" "yes Goddess." "Good, also one more rule, slave, I can also step on your throat anytime and for any reason, even if I like Your worshipping of me, if it will amuse me, ok?" "of course, Goddess." "Good, I knew you'd see it my way, hee hee." With Her foot still resting limply on his throat at this point, She says, "ok, slave begin." slave says, "Goddess, You are my total Superior." No increase in pressure. "Goddess, I am completely beneath You in every way." "That's true, slave. So far so good, keep going, I'm enjoying this." he continues, "Goddess, I exist on this earth entirely to serve You." She applies slightly more pressure to his throat. "Oh, that was good, slave. I just felt like stepping on Your throat a little bit. You don't have a problem with that do you, slave? Actually it doesn't even matter if You do or not so don't bother answering," She throws Her head back putting Her hand through Her hair, sighing in mock-conceit, "just continue praising Me." he continues, struggling slightly for breath, "Goddess, the highest honor I can achieve is to be granted the honor of licking Your shoes, Your toes and the bottoms of Your feet every single day when You get home from work. It's what I live for." She applies a little more pressure to his throat with Her foot, "VERY good, slave! That's good for now. You've said enough, but I think I'll leave my foot here on your throat." "yes, Goddess", he gasps out struggling slightly for air. After about a minute or so of leaving Her foot on his throat, She says, "so you want me to stop, slave?" "Only if it's Your wish, Goddess", he gasps. "Be honest, slave. I won't be mad, do you?" "Please Goddess." "I thought so, slave. It's ok." But instead of removing Her foot or any of the pressure, She says, "Start begging for it and we'll see what happens, tee-hee." Her slave starts, "Goddess, if You do not object, I wouldn't object to having less pressure on my throat."; Goddess chuckles, "You just won't talk to me like an equal, will you, slave, good. that means I've trained You well." With that She removes Her foot from his throat. he takes in some deep breaths. While he's recovering from his trauma (yeah right he loves it) She takes the chair and places it over his body, so a front and back leg are on each side of him, and his upper chest and face are where the sitter's feet would go. She then slides into the comfy chair and rests Her feet daintily on his chest. One at a time She presents Her feet to his mouth, toe pointed, and he grips Her sexy anklet socks with his teeth and removes them. Once this is done, She extends Her legs and crosses them at the ankles, Her feet bottoms are now touching his chin. She then gives Her final order of the day, "Lick my feet, slave." Her slave then begins earnestly licking Her soles, massaging them with his chin also with his up-down licking motion. Goddess in the meantime grabs the TV remote and begins to watch it, oblivious to Her slave's labor at Her feet. This would continue for the rest of the night, until Goddess decided to retire for the night. And slave was very happy to be where he was, he knows this is his calling in life, to be at the feet of his Superior Goddess, worshipping Her feet. At that same moment they both thought in their heads silently, "I love this, this is great." And the reason slave was so happy was he knew tomorrow, he would get to worship Her again. After all this is a day in the life of a foot-slave and his Goddess. And tomorrow's another day :-)