Mrs. Eva Legloria,s Feet

Joshua's story [part 01 of 08]

A Son becomes Mom’s foot-slave - by Lickfoot Papissa.

[Chapter 01 of 08] – AN INTRODUCTION

I’m Joshua, often called as ‘Josh’. I had just turned 18 when this story begins. That was when I fell into the ‘sole governance’ of my mother for the first time. My mother is Mrs. Eva Legloria. She is a very beautiful woman, who had just celebrated her 40^th birthday on that year of 2014.

My mom is 5'5" tall and has long brown hair. She’s got pretty fair sized breasts and a nice firm round bottom too. But her best features for me are her lovely toned long legs and, her pretty sexy feet and toes.

No matter what, I love and adore my mom very much. I know that deep down her heart, mom loves me too. Yet often, what she expresses towards me was hatred; to which she had very good reasons.

My mom had been the only child of a rich family. Her father had been a successful businessman. Mom had grown-up with all the comforts in the world. But things had changed when she was about 15 years old. Her mother had died of a cancer in 1989, and her father had re-married shortly.  Mom and her step-mother had not got on well from the beginning. Things had got worse once Mom’s father too had been paralyzed, and got bedridden.

Mom had just finished school by then, and had being dreaming of a Banking career. She had sat for a Banking exam and past well. Mom had always been a bright student. But before she could apply for any job, her step-mother had interrupted. ‘Grandma’ as I call her, had insisted that mom should get married first. She had even proposed a nephew of hers as mom’s suitor. Knowing very well that Grandma’s intentions were to gain control over the family’s wealth inherited by mom, yet not mom nor Grandpa have had the strength to stand against grandma’s plans. It is how mom had ended up marring my father.

My father had been a drunken womanizer. He had often harassed and beaten mom. The only one left to console mom had been the helpless bedridden Grandpa. Once grandpa had died, mom had secretly planned to divorce my dad, or run away from him. Mom had been 21 years old then. Somehow, dad and grandma had got to known mom’s plans. Furiously, they had tied-up mom inside her room, and my father had virtually raped mom for almost a month, until I was conceived. Mom had been heavily guarded during her pregnancy, to prevent her from trying to abort me. ‘I’, had been the wedge that my dad used to tie-up my mom; into a marriage she desperately wanted to flee from.

So, it is obvious that my mom hated me even before I was born. Apart from the Natural Motherly instincts that popped-up once in a way, mom was never very attached to me. My dad had died of a road accident when I was 3 years old, in 1999. Thereafter, mom had applied and got a job in a nearby bank, and started living some-what an independent life.

Although Grandma, me and mom lived in the same house, all my needs and were taken-cared by Grandma. For mom, it was as if I didn’t exist. On the other hand, I adored mom, and always tried to be helpful to her; and be noticed by her. But she never seemed to notice me except when she was depressed, drunk or furious. Then she would yell at me saying; “You are nothing but the looser son of that pathetic father of yours. I hate to see you. So, please.. Get lost !”.

It was just two years ago, in 2014 that Grandma passed-away of a heart-attack. Mom was then forced to be my guardian. I was a senior college student of 18, studying IT & Computer Studies. Mom now was a senior officer at her Bank. And it is then that story of mine actually begins !.

Once mom was in charge, she straight-away gained control over me and the house-hold affairs. She told me:

“Now look Josh, I have no intention nor time to baby-sit for you here. I’m not going to spend a penny on you either. You better manage with whatever allowances you are getting, and if possible make some savings of your own, if you want to please me. And as long you are going to live in ‘my’ house, I’ll expect you to do all the house work like cooking, doing the laundry, sweeping and polishing the floors, washing my car and a bit of gardening etc. Now is that clear?”

“Yes mom”. I said with no hesitation. I’ve always wanted to serve her and please her.

“And also try to understand, I am not forcing you to do anything here okay?. Whatever you choose to do, you would to because you are pleased to do it; because you want to please your mother!. At any point that you don’t want to obey my rules, you are free to leave this house and walk-away. I don’t care where you go or, or on what street you end-up rotten. Understood?”.

“Yes mom”.

“Good!. And One other thing !. I can’t allow you to use so much of space in this house. So you will move into that small room under the staircase, in which your Grandma used to stay. I’ll have that up-stair room of yours converted into a walk-in closet attached to my bed room. Now… I know we have not had the best of relationships in the past. And you know that sometimes I hate the sight of you, because you remind me of that devil father of yours. Anyway, let’s try to cope with each other. I expect you will serve and please your mother well, in the way a women like ‘her’ should be treated!. Right son?”. Mom asked.

“ Yes of cause, mom” I replied. I was so happy to hear mom call me ‘son’.

Since then, our lives fell into a routine. I would get-up at 5.00 am in the morning and start my daily chores. In the morning before mom woke-up, I would prepare her Bed-tea and breakfast, Iron the suit she has selected and left out, clean and polish the pair of shoes she has left chosen for the day, wash and clean her car and water the plants in the garden. At about seven, I would wake-up mom, give her the bed-tea and leave for collage. Thus I have time; I usually walked to school from home, so that I could make a saving on the bus fare un-spent.

Mom would have her Bed-tea, then come down and have her breakfast. Later she would have a shower, dress-up and drive down to work leisurely. She would be returning back only at dusk. In the meantime, coming home after school I sweep and clean the house, including mom’s bed room and closet. I also usually clean her bathroom and do her laundry. I make sure that supper is ready by the time mom gets home.

Though mom sleeps in an Air-conditioned bedroom, drives an AC car and works in an AC environment, mom always comes home exhausted. Once home, mom straight-away comes and falls on to the living room recliner chair. She kicks-off her shoes and rests her feet on the leg-rests.  I switch on the TV and celling fan, and place a bottle of chilled Wine with a glass on the table beside her. I also bring her flip-flops down from the bedroom and place them beside her chair. She would watch TV for a while before having her dinner and go up-stairs to change and go to bed. We got so accustomed to this routine that, after sometime, neither mom needed to remind me of what to do nor I needed to ask mom what should be done ’next’.

The routine only changed during the weekends, where mom would stay in bed for longer. I usually carried the breakfast to her bed on such days, and draw-open the curtains in her room. She would spend the morning on bed going through her various Cosmo magazines or watching a movie on her bedroom DVR. Most evenings during the weekend, mom used to go out with her friends, and party till late.

Some mornings she would go shopping, or go visit a spa or her beauty parlor. Mom never forgets her weekly manicure & pedicure appointments. She is very concerned about her health and about her looks, especially her toe nails. She usually chooses a different shade of nail polish every week. It could vary from Silver-white to, Golden-Yellow, Pearl-pink, Scarlet-red, Sky-blue or to a Luminous-green. During the respective week, mom would match her outfits, shoes, jewelry and hand-bags according the nail polish color that she has chosen.

 Mom normally wore business suits to work, with extremely short skirts. On weekends, when she went out with her friends, she wore various outfits. They even included dresses with extreme-thigh-high splits. Mom had a good sense and taste of fashion. Whatever mom wore, she looked very attractive and sexy.

It is not very un-common for me to see mom semi-necked or in provocative outfits. Often I have seen her in semi-see-through nighties in her bedroom. Yet out of all, what excites me most, always are here legs, feet and footwear. Mom has a vast collection of footwear. They included court-shoes, open-toe pumps, sling-back heels, various mules and strappy stilettoes.

From my early teenage years, I had developed a special interest in women’s feet and foot-wear. Probably it was not developed into a fetish at first. But certainly it kept developing. No doubt, mom’s feet were the most accessible inputs for my greedy eyes, in nourishing my burring fantasies and developing such a foot-fetish. In my dreams, I always felt that mom was a ‘Goddess’ that I should pay homage to; and worship. I often dreamed of worshipping mom’s beautiful feet. When masturbating as a kid, my biggest fantasy was to be crushed under my mom’s feet.

Once I started to live under the governance of mom, these childhood fantasies of mine started to run wild. Every afternoon, while I cleaned the house, I spent a considerable time in mom’s walk-in-closet, dusting and polishing mom’s shoes. I usually had to pick-up her most recently worn pair from the living-room, where she had removed them the previous day, and place them back in the closet. I couldn’t resist sniffing them and licking them clean, as they still had the warmth and the fresh aroma of her feet on them.

I did all the laundry of mom’s, including her under-ware. Mom usually left her soiled panties soaked in a bucket of water. So I never got to sniff her fresh scent out of them, though I often noticed the various stains on their crotch areas. I always felt so privileged for been allowed to wash her utter-most private garments. I washed, dried them and neatly folded them back into mom’s under-wear drawer, with great reverence. It is not that I never gained any sexual pleasure through them. I sometimes did sniff them while washing, or place a light kiss on them before placing them in the drawer. But never did they turn me on as much as her shoes did.

Whenever I found some time in between my afternoon chores, I masturbated while sniffing and licking mom’s shoes. I fantasized my mom as a dominant ‘Foot-Goddess’, who tramples me and orders me to lick her shoes and feet. Actually, I did all the house-hold chores tirelessly and with cheer, because I did them imagining me as a slave of my ‘Goddess’ mom. In other words, I fantasized been a voluntary slave for my gorgeous mom.

Though I did all the house-hold work without any complains, I was also very careful to not let mom know about my fantasies at first. I was afraid that if she found-out about it, she would think I’m a maniac, and throw me out of the house.

In the meantime, I also found many stories and videos about ‘dominant-foot-goddess’ on the internet. I mailed most of those links to mom’s personal E-mail account. I created a dummy mail account under the false name ‘Joy Foot-slave’ for sending her such links. As I had already cracked down the pass-word of mom’s laptop, I checked her browser history whenever I got a chance, and soon discovered that mom too had started visiting those sites regularly.

I felt so happy the day that I made that discovery. I felt that this meant that the potentials of my dream of been mom’s actual personal foot-slave, would someday soon become a reality.

Joshua's story [part 02 of 08]

A Son becomes Mom’s foot-slave - by Lickfoot Papissa.

[Chapter 02 of 08] - THE FIRST FOOT-RUB

One evening, I had already finished all my chores including preparing dinner. I was waiting till mom returned home.  She got home about half-an-hour late than usual and looked much more exhausted than she usually does.

“How was your day, Mom ?” I asked as she came in.

“Aah..!. It was as awful as you are..” she said sarcastically. “Today we had to go on a promotional campaign to some near-by offices. I was on my feet most of the day’ and my feet are aching like mad”, Mom said stretching along the recliner chair. “Do me a favor ?, please bring me my foot-bath with a bit of warm-water. It must me up in my room. I better rinse my tiered feet a bit today, while watching TV”, mom said removing her high-heel pumps, and dropping them on the floor.

I soon fetched her foot-bath with some warm water. Mom had her feet rested on the extendable leg-rest of the chair. Her feet soles had turned red, filled with blood. The Pearl-Pink nail polish on her toes glistered in contrast to her Chocolate-Brown insteps, as she wriggled her toes. I felt a quick rush-of-blood flow through my body. I knew this was my golden moment. Gaining all the courage in the world, I managed to speak-up;

“Mom, would you like me to rub your feet for a while first ?”. She looked-up at me in surprise for a moment. I remained calm as possible, and gave her an innocent smile.

“Well, of-cause?. That’ll be great !” she said with a thoughtful nod, and a cheeky smile.

I kept the foot-bath aside, and sat on the floor in front of mom’s feet. Her feet were now at my chest height. I felt nervous and my hands started to tremble. I took some time, and stiffened my hand, and held mom’s right foot firmly with both my hands. They felt very warm and soft.

I had gone through a few videos of how to give a foot massage, earlier. But now my memory was not as clear as I wanted it to be. I wrapped my fingers around the instep of her foot, and placed my thumbs over the toe-mounds on her foot sole. Pressing my thumbs into the soft flesh of mom’s toe-mounds, I started to draw slow circles on them.

“Mmm..Aaah !”, mom immediately purred with pleasure, and relaxed herself by stretching-out on the chair. Her feet got pushed further towards me, almost touching my face.

Sitting on the floor, I already was bent forward for two reasons. One; was to get a better chance of sniffing the sweet aroma of mom’s feet, and the second; was to make room for the massive hard-on between my legs.

I continued with the foot-massage by applying pressure on mom’s soft foot soles with my thumbs. Then I gently racked her foot’s inner arch using my knuckles. I squeezed her soft and puffy heel with my fingers, also massaging the chip of her heel and the ‘four tiers’ of her foot. I sent my fingers in between her toes, and rubbed the gaps in-between her toes, before plucking each of her toes with ‘pop’ sound. Finally, I softly caressed and squeezed mom’s entire foot from the ankles down-wards, brushing down her insteps.

Once I finish with mom’s Right foot, I did the same with her other foot. To end the massage, I took mom’s both feet in my hands, and stroked them gently including her shins and calves.

“Now, that was so wonderful !” said mom once I finished rubbing her feet. “And that also shows that you are NOT an entirely useless dumb-ass that I thought you were. You do have some talent in giving foot-rubs. So, I want you to put that talent of yours to good use, and give you a mother a foot-rub every evening. Do you think you could do that boy ?.” mom asked with a serious tone.

“Yes, of-cause mom” I said. ‘With Pleasure’ I wanted to say, but held on to my words.

“Now that my feet feel relaxed, I’ll have my foot-bath before I go to bed. So I want you to serve dinner to the table, and bring my slippers to me. I like to have my dinner a bit early today. I’m starving” mom commanded. I obeyed her instructions to the word.

From that day on, it became a part of my daily routine to give mom’s tiered feet a rub, once she returned home from work. Mom came straight to the recliner chair in the living room, once she got home. She then poured herself a glass of wine, and watched TV sipping it, while I got busy rubbing her feet. Mom never even bothered to remove her shoes anymore. She just put her feet on the leg-rest and relaxed. It was my job to remove her shoes, and rub her feet.

Once the foot-rub was finished, I placed mom’s slippers at her feet. Then she would move past me and wait seated at the dining table, for me to serve her dinner. I really enjoyed giving her foot-rubs. It set my fantasies ablaze. In fact, I was looking forward to it every day.

March 15^th is mom’s birthday. That morning on her 40^th birthday, she told me that she was coming home early, and going out again. She said she wouldn’t need dinner, as she was throwing a party for some of her friends at a Night-club. As she said, mom came home around five that evening, and straight-away headed upstairs to have a shower and get dressed.

That morning mom wore a beige color short-skirt business suit along with a pair of Beige four-inch-heeled peep-toe pumps. Mom had chosen a Gold color nail-polish for that week. At about six in the evening, mom came down dressed-up. She had changed into a Gold color-body hugging-Mini dress with a pair of five-inch-stiletto-heeled sandals, which had Gold-straps . Her long hair was tied-up into a bun. Her skin-tight dress merely covered her buttocks, and I even saw a bit of her cream colored satin pantie while she was coming down the stairs. I had never seen mom so gorgeous and sexy, my jaws dropped open.

“I hope to come back around ten. So, Have dinner and stay-up for me. I plan to dance all evening with my friends, which means my poor feet would desperately need a good rub to-night. Consider it as a Birthday-treat for you mother !, and try to make it special” mom said as she was leaving.

After having dinner, I got ready for my ‘special’ massage session for mom. I placed the leather ‘comfort’ recliner chair more towards the center of the living room, and changed the living room lights into dim-reddish bulbs. I also found a Tantric-music CD to be played, and a few scented-candles to be lit. I opted to wear only a pair of black tight shorts, and stay shirt-less.

Around ten past Ten, I heard mom’s car pull-over into the drive-way. I looked through the living-room window. Mom seemed to be a bit more drunk than usual. She opened the door of the car and virtually threw her leg out of it. Her legs went so apart, I could see the entire crotch area of her panty through the open car door. With some difficulty, mom managed to stand-up clinging on to the car, and came swaying towards the main door.

As soon as Mom entered the living room, she would have noticed the fragrance of the candles, the soft-tantric music and the cozy red light that filled the room.

“Wow !, What have we here now ?” she exclaimed in surprise.

“Mom, you are a Goddess to me, and today I am going to serve you in a very special way. Please come and sit here” I told mom, and assisted her to the recliner chair. She came a-long giggling.

“ Ah!, ‘GODDESS’!. I like the way that sounds” she said through her giggle, as she sat-down. “Well then, Treat your ‘Goddess Mother’ the way she deserves to be treated, did you hear me YOU ‘Servant-Boy’ !!” mom said raising up her chin and pretending to be majestic, but still kept laughing.

I adjusted the recliner chair, putting it’s back-rest as lower as possible, and lifting the leg rest as high as possible. Now mom was almost stretched-out, with her legs below her knees up, almost horizontal to the ground. I placed a small stool at her feet that were now dangling in the air, and sat on it. The stiletto heels of her shoes were now almost touching my chest.

I un-buckled the straps of her sandals, and carefully removed her shoes. The straps had carved into her insteps, leaving bruise marks. Her toes and heels were stressed, due to wearing those five-inch stilettos. Mom’s feet were tiered than usual, and heat was radiating from them.

I started to softly caress mom’s feet. They felt so hot in my hands. So, I started to blow air on to her feet, to cool them off. As I lowered my face to blow air, I could feel the heat radiating out of her feet. The heat hit my lips, and the sweet-musky smell emitting out of her feet drew me crazy. Mom raised her head up and peeped to see what was going-on.

“Aaah..!” she screamed with pleasure as she fell back resting down her head. “That feels wonderful baby. Keep blowing air on to Goddess mama’s feet. It really is soothing. Oh! Yea. Keep blowing harder boy. More harder…!” mom said in between screams of pleasure.

It was hard to keep-on blowing air continuously. My lips and mouth were getting dry, and I felt weak & faintish. But I didn’t want to stop. In the mean-time, mom fell into a deep rhythmic breathing pattern. She seemed so relaxed, purring almost fallen asleep. She probably was too tiered and too drunk to keep her eyes open.

In my own dizziness, exhausted after virtually blowing all the air out of my lungs, I couldn’t hold on to the temptations anymore. While softly massaging mom’s Left foot with my Right hand, I placed my lips on the sweet sole of her Right foot. The sensation was so awesome, I thought my penis would explore with cum right at that moment.

I took a deep breath and gained control over the situation. I realized that I should be patient, and make the most out of this opportunity without waking-up mom. So I started to place soft kisses on to mom’s feet. Gradually these kisses turned out to be gentle open-mouth kisses, as I brushed my lips against her foot soles. I massaged the tender soles of her feet by sucking the soft flesh of her foot soles in to my open mouth, and releasing the suction. As time passed, I had massage mom’s both feet, including her heels, toes and insteps.

Thus mom was still in a peaceful sleep, I decided to introduce my tongue into the play. I licked and sucked mom’s feet, intensifying the massage using my tongue. In no time both mom’s feet were covered with a thin coat of my saliva.

I’m not sure for how long I kept licking mom’s feet. I totally lost track of time, and everything else around me.  Suddenly I realized that mom’s purring had increased, and her breathing had intensified. Her feet seemed to be more alive; toes wiggling, as if inviting my tongue to creep through them. I raised my head from her feet and looked at her.

Mom had her head raised off the back-rest of the chair, by propping her Right elbow under her body. The palm of her Right hand was resting on her Right breast, cupping it. Her Left hand was buried in between her legs, out of my sight. Her lips were fastened tight, and her jaws were locked. Her eyes were shut, but she was awake !. I froze in fear. Mom sensed the difference and opened her eyes. She looked straight in my eyes;

“AaaaH!” mom shouted in desperation. “Keep licking damn-it!. Keep licking your God-damn Goddess’s feet. Aaa.. This is Heaven!.” She screamed.  I noticed that mom was squeezing her breast with her Right hand. Her other hand on her crotch too seemed to be wriggling up and down. Yes; mom had been playing with herself while I was licking her feet, for how long I was not aware.

“Mmm.. Lick my foot up, from heel to toe in one big sweep” mom said arching her foot forward, creating a series of soft wrinkles on her foot sole. I ran my wet tongue along those delicious ripples. “Now brush in-between my toes with your tongue”, “Suck my toes. Suckle the sweat off your Goddess’s toes, you dirty slave”. Mom kept instructing me as she enjoyed herself. She reached her climax with a loud scream. Her whole body shivered in delight. I kept on licking her feet.

Joshua's story [part 03 of 08]

A Son becomes Mom’s foot-slave - by Lickfoot Papissa.

[Chapter 03 of 08] – MOM GETS FURIOUS

Mom raised her torso, and sat upright. She looked pleased, and watched me licking her feet with a smile.

“This is the best foot-bath I’ve had in ages. You really should make it a habit to do this more often, my ‘SLAVE!’”. Mom chuckled.

“Your saliva feels so warm and salty. I guess it is the perfect liquid to soak my tiered feet. And besides, you seem to be really enjoying having to lick my feet, don’t you slave ?”. mom asked.

“Yes, my Goddess. I adore your lovely feet. It’s a great privilege for me, to be allowed to rub and lick your feet”, I replied.

“As I guessed so!. You do have a foot-fetish huh?. I’ve noticed you glancing at my feet every now and then, and I kind of like it !. I was sure that you were a foot-guy, when you volunteered to rub my feet, Hah huh ha… By the way, do you also enjoy sniffing my shoes ?. I’ve noticed that the shoes in my closet are kept very clean and polished all the time ?”. mom asked teasingly.

“Yes Goddess. I’m sorry I can’t resist the temptations in sniffing your shoes when I go to clean your closet. I always sniff and lick-clean your shoes”, I confessed.

“Do you also wank (masturbate) while sniffing my shoes  ?”, mom asked at once.

“Ah urr.. sometimes”. I could not avoid from telling the truth.

“You filthy Rat !. And you cum on my expensive shoes ?”, mom snapped back.

“Oh, No my Goddess, NEVER !. I never would cum on your divine shoes. I always keep them clean. Even if I find any stains on them, I lick them until they are clean and shiny”. I assured her.

“Better be so. I don’t mind you sniffing my shoes. But you must make sure you take good care of them. And at least… once a year try to buy me new pair of shoes !. Do you think you can do that slave ?” mom asked me laughingly.

“Yes my Goddess. I have been walking to school for the last six months, and saving my bus fee allowances. I would like to buy you a pair of shoes with that money Goddess”. I said humbly.

“How nice ?. I’m so happy to hear that. Now I like to see you sniffing my shoes. Go ahead, pick-up those Golden sandals of mine, and start sniffing them”. Mom commanded. I obeyed her, and held her stilettos in-front of my face. Mom extended her foot, giggled and pressed her shoes further into my face.

“That’s it, slave. That’s the way to go. Press it harder into your nose and inhale deeper. You like the smell of it don’t you ?. See those imprints of my toes and toe-mounds on the soft leather. Don’t forget to kiss and lick them. I’ll allow you to take my shoes to your room tonight. Enjoy the night as much as possible. But make sure they would be safely returned to my closet tomorrow. Now be a good puppy and fletch my slippers for me. I need to have some rest”. Mom retired to her bed room, once I placed her slippers on her feet. As she swung her feet to the ground from the chair, her legs got apart and just for a moment, I got a glimpse of her pantie. Its crotch area had a very big patch of wetness.

In the following few months, Mom really enjoyed having a personal foot-slave, as much as I enjoyed serving her. Apart from giving her a foot-rub, and a saliva-foot-bath by licking her feet, she also wanted me to act as a ‘floor-mat’ or a ‘foot-rest’ while she had her dinner. I had to lie on the floor under the dining table, so that she could rest her feet on my chest or face.

Since mom started to live independently, after the death of my father, I happened to know that mom got into several relationships, both with either men or women. She was bi-sexual I understood. I gathered most of that information through the fights she had with Grandma. If I was not around to be seen, they very freely shouted at each other in pure filth. Grandma even accused mom of having had a sexual relationship with her own father, and mom never denied it. I always made sure to hide in my room and secretly listen to these dark-family secrets that sprung-off in their fights.

For about a year since Grandma passed away, and mom gained total control over the house-hold affairs, mom showed no signs of having any affairs. But then I found reasons to believe she was having a lover. It never altered our mistress-slave relationship, but for some reason I became a bit jealous of her seen a lover.

Once or twice a week mom left a message that she would be late to come home. Also on some Fridays, she happened to stay out over-night. One day while cleaning mom’s room I found a motel bill, paid for a double-bed room and refreshments for two. The most disturbing finding I made was while doing her laundry. Mom came late on one evening, and as usual had left her soiled pantie socked in a bucket of water. As I took them to be hand-washed the next day, I felt its crotch area very greasy.  It had her lovers cum on it.

It hurt me to think that ‘some guy’ had fucked and loaded my Goddess’s cunt with his dirty cum, which would have later leaked-out on to her pantie’s crotch. I felt so desperate to talk about this with mom, though I knew I had no right to do so.

That evening, as usual I gave mom her foot-rub, and started to soak her feet with my saliva. Since the day she had started her new affair, mom always flirted with her lover over the phone while I was busy pampering her feet.

“Hello darling, what are you doing at the moment ?. - Ah.. You’re on bed so early ?. Let me guess, you are playing with yourself thinking about me, don’t you ?. - Hih hih he… Me ?, well I’m having my usual evening foot bath”. Mom told her lover laughingly, looking at me as I was licking her feet. I was hearing only one side of the conversation.

“Well, those sexy feet that gave you a foot-job this afternoon in my office room, are now getting soaked-in with a soothing warm-salty- liquid. - Ah, of-cause… But that was a very ‘thick & hot’ salty liquid know ?. Besides you covered only a very small area of my feet with that precious cum of yours. And I had to quickly wipe-it-off on your pants, as the manager happened to walk into the room, Remember ?”. Mom said laughingly, while her eyes scanned my face for any reactions.

I couldn’t help it, I froze hearing her words. I did taste a bit of unusual saltiness on mom’s foot soles that day, while licking them for the first time. But I never suspected it to be her lover’s cum. I felt awful. I stopped licking mom’s foot and looked at her. She stared at me, and motioned me to carry-on. Reluctantly I obeyed her.

After finishing my ritualistic massage on mom’s feet, as usual I placed her slippers on her feet. She stood-up to move on towards the dining room. I was still kneeling on the floor beside the recliner chair.

“My Goddess, May I have a word with You ?”, I asked her. She stopped standing beside me.

“What’s it slave ?”. Mom asked.

“Are you having an affair with someone Goddess ?”, I mumbled.

“WHAT ?”. she screamed from the bottom of her voice. “Now turn around and face me slave. And look-up and speak to me”. It was an order. I obeyed. Mom turned towards me, and I was kneeling on the floor facing her.

“YES !. I’m having an affair with someone. So.. what business does you have to do with it SLAVE ?”. Mom sounded pissed-off, but I decided that I’ll speak-out anyway.

“Forgive me my Goddess. I beg you to please consider stopping it. Please let me alone, satisfy all your needs. I’ll do everything to make you happy….”. I could not finish what I was telling. I don’t remember what hit me. All I remember was that I was fallen flat on the floor, and I was twisting in pain. My entire abdomen area was burning in pain. Mom had kicked me straight on my crotch. She came from back and kicked me again on my buttocks.

“Lie-down you scum-bag. Lie-down on your back right now” she yelled. I barely managed to lay on the floor still. Mom straight-away stood on top of me. Her Left foot was on my bare Right thigh, while her Right foot was on my groin. My penis under the boxer-shorts was crushed under the sole of mom’s spiky plastic slipper sole, while the spikes of her other slipper was piercing into my thigh.

“Listen well you idiot. You never try to control my life, okay ?. No one can now control my affairs. I do what I WANT to do. That Pathetic father of your also did nothing else, but trying to control my life. He ruined my entire life !. And now you think you too can control me ?. In your dreams looser !”. Mom said pressing her Right foot further on my groin, by putting her full body weight on that foot. Then she walked over my body by stepping on my chest & face, as casually as if she was walking over a carpet. I barely managed to save my nose from getting crushed.

I had never seen mom so furious. She sat at the dining table and ordered me to pore another glass of wine before serving dinner. She already has had two glasses of wine at the living room and simply gulped down the third in a flash. I felt scared as mom was furious and getting drunk. I apologized to her many times while serving her dinner. Mom said nothing. Then as usual, I lay under the table to be her ‘foot-rest’ while she ate. Normally mom slipped-off her slippers and rested her bare feet on my face & chest while dinning. But on this day she showed no mercy, and placed her feet on me with her slippers on. The hard plastic spikes or her slipper soles were painful on my tender facial skin. My nose and lips in particular, hurt much as those thorny spikes kept rubbing against them. I slowly turned my head side-ways.

“Stop moving down-there you ass-hole !”. Mom shouted while stamping her foot on me. My ear-lobe and cheek exploded in pain, bringing tears to my eyes.

 “Sorry Goddess!”. I stammered.

“You need to be strictly disciplined, very strictly!”, Mom scolded.  “Maybe I’m too soft on you ?. May be I may have to get my lover to educate and discipline you!.  You seem to need ‘A Real Master’ to teach you things. Of-cause!, he will whip you and teach you…. Teach you that you shouldn’t, and cannot control your goddess mother’s affaires, huh?”  Mom said, in between having her meals..

My face became red like a tomato. Her words hurt me more than the spikes of her slippers. All I wanted is to have the total attention of my Goddess mom, and not let anyone to come in between our unique relationship. That’s why I begged her to consider ending her love-affair. But now, she was planning to bring in her lover as my ‘Master’, to discipline me.

“Goddess, please let me get a very strict education form you. Discipline me without mercy!. I know I have to learn a lot to be your perfect slave!. But can’t you please teach me yourself”. I stammered with a whinny voice. Mom giggled:

“Why?, You looser, Are you scared?. No, No… I definitely will get a ‘Master’ to discipline you. A Master who will beat the shit out of you! Hah ha…” mom said with a furious laugh.

“You seemed a bit bothered to lick my feet today, after hearing that my lover had spread his cum on them ?. Didn’t you ?, you arrogant Pig !”. Mom stamped her foot on my face again.

“Sorry Goddess”. I muttered.

“You WILL be sorry, once you are forced to eat-up the whole load of cum he leaves on my feet. In fact, that’ll be mostly the only food you’ll get during your training period. Oh, boy !” mom seemed to be amused of her own idea.

Joshua's story [part 04 of 08]

A Son becomes Mom’s foot-slave - by Lickfoot Papissa.

[Chapter 04 of 08] – A MASTER COMES TO DECIPLINE THE SLAVE

“You know what, you silly slave ?” mom continued. “I thought I was just starting to like you a bit ?. But you proved to me today, that you are nothing but the same filthy genes of your rascal father. He too did nothing but, ‘tried to run my life for me’. I’m sure if I had half of the friends I have today, I would have had your father beaten to death, long before you were born. But I was so helpless then…. You are not going to be so lucky my little slave-son. You’ll be punished for the wrong you did !. And you’ll be beaten for all the sins done by your father as well… looser !”. Mom babbled. The alcohol was now getting to her nerves.

“You just wait and see!” mom said in a cruel tone, standing up. Swaying, she found the way to her bedroom.

A few days later on one Friday morning, mom told me that her lover was moving-in with her that evening. She wanted me to put an extra pillow and coverlets to her bed and prepare dinner for him as well.

“Now look!. He is coming here on my invitation. So you’ll do your best to make him feel welcomed. I’ve told him all about you, and he’ll treat you the exact way I have asked him to treat you. You my slave will be his slave too. So don’t try resist or be too smart. If you do not obey him, it’ll piss me off. And if I get pissed-off, you scum-bag would be in deep shit !. Understood slave-boy ?”. Mom advised me in advance.

That evening, Mom came home with her boyfriend a bit late, after having a few drinks at a pub. Mom had worn a golden-yellow body hugging short dress on that day. Her pair of shoe were the once I had bought her, with the money I had saved by walking to school. They were a pair of Gold pumps with three-inched block-heels. This pair of shoes looked rather old-fashioned with curvy-shaped blunt toe-boxes. Yet, it showed a great character of ‘maturity and authority’, once on mom’s feet.

Mom and her boyfriend, both were rather drunk. I knelt beside the door and greeted them.

“Ah !, My sunny foot slave. Meet Hunky, My boyfriend. As you know, he is here to discipline you.. So say ‘Hello Master !’ and greet him” mom said giggling, hanging on to Hunk’s shoulder, and trying not to fall.

“Hello Master Hunk. Welcome home”. I said as respectably as possible. I was astonished to find out that mom’s boyfriend was just only a couple of years older than me. In fact by then, he was just 22 years; merely two years older to me. Hunk was a strong and muscular, but handsome guy. He had been a rugby-player in college, and now he was working as a trainee for the same Bank that mom was working. Mom kind-of was his immediate boss at work.

“Hunky darling, meet my little slave. He worships me as his Goddess. Yet, doesn’t he look like he needs some more disciplining ?. Now I leave his fate in your hands. Do whatever pleases you, and train him well”. Mom told Hunk as she wrapped her arm around his shoulder and placed a kiss on his lips. They both giggled.

“Down on the floor slave !”. Hunk commanded as he kicked me on the arm. I fell prone, with my face down near mom’s feet.

“Now kiss your Goddess’s shoes, and be a door-mat for her to enter home”, was Hunks next command. With that I kissed mom’s shoes. Hunk took a hand of mom’s and invited her to step on me. Mom placed her block-heeled pumps carefully on my back, waist, buttocks, Thighs and calves, and gently walked down along my body, with the help given by Hunk.

“Now slave, continue with the normal rituals you perform in worshipping your Goddess’s feet”. Hunk said. He sat on the Sofa, as Mom sat on the recliner chair. They both were giggling, and having fun. I started to massage mom’s feet. Once mom’s feet got soft and relaxed, she asked Hunk to come closer, and sit on a stool beside her chair.

“Before I get my ‘saliva’ foot-bath, I need to get my feet coated with your cum. So take-off your pants and allow me to give you a foot-job. In the meantime, our slave will sit on the floor between us and rub your feet, watching my feet milk your cock”. Mom instructed.

As instructed, I sat on the floor resting my back on the side of the recliner chair. Hunk sat naked on a stool in front of me, with his feet on my lap. Mom seated on to a side of the recliner chair, put her feet on to Hunk’s lap. Mom’s thighs were on either-side of my head, and her pantie covered warm pussy was almost touching the back of my neck.

Mom started to stroke Hunk’s erected penis using her feet. Hunk had a penis just a little bigger than me, I noticed. Mom’s sexy feet were sliding up and down its shaft right in front of my eyes, while her fleshy upper thighs were slapping me on the ears every now and then. With all that stimulations, I was hardly concentrating in giving Hunk a foot rub.

In about ten minutes, Hunk released hid load of cum in between mom’s foot soles. I think mom too reached a climax at the same time, as she held my head in a vice-like grip in-between her locked thighs. I felt a burning sensation behind my neck.

I was made to gently apply and massage Hunk’s cum all-over mom’s feet before licking her feet clean. Though I was first a bit disturbed with the idea of eating someone else’s cum, I kind of enjoyed it at the end.

The next day was a Saturday. Hunk prepared me for my training session in the morning, after I finished doing the cooking. They had purchase a dog-collar, steel chains with handcuffs, leather whips and gags etc the previous day. Hunk decided that the basement-cellar was the best place for punishing me, as no noise would be herd by the neighbors. He made me fix the hooks and chains on the cellar wall.

After lunch, Hunk shaved-off all the hair off my head, until I was completely bold. Then I was asked to shave myself and have a shower. Later Hunk made me wear a leather thong, almost similar to a chastity belt. It had small leather pouch to cramp my penis in, preventing it from erecting. It also had a ballooned butt-plug attached to the string of it. The balloon kept jutting out of my buttocks. Once the balloon got pressed, the air in it got released into the butt-plug, causing it to expand inside my ass. This happened to cause a great pain in my ass.

“Your Goddess had got this specially designed for you poor slave. Enjoy it”. Master Hunk made fun of me. He also made me wear the dog-collar with a lash attached to it. Just then mom came down from her room.

Mom was wearing a black silk chemise along with a matching black pair of panties. Her shoes were a pair of Black High-heeled sandals. They each had seven-inch pointed heels and two-inch toe bases. The shiny black straps had silver studs on them. Mom’s Scarlet-Red nail polish was glistering above all. I straight away had an erection seen her, but the leather chastity belt I was wearing, painfully denied my penis of that freedom. My penis and balls got cramped-in that small leather pouch.

Hunk handed over the lash to mom, which was attached to the collar on my neck.

“Okay slave boy. Now go on all-Fours, and crawl behind your Goddess, you little puppy”. Hunk said, as both of them laughed. I dropped down on all-fours. Mom took the lash and looked down at me.

“Hey, Hey.. My little doggie Josh !. Want to go for a walk with Mama ?. Mom teased me as she pulled the lash and made me crawl after her. I, like an obedient little puppy, crawled following mom’s gorgeous legs. Mom seemed so amused, she was giggling and laughing all the way.

Mom took me around the dining table, and was about to enter the living room. Hunk came from behind and kicked me on my Butt; on the balloon attached to my Butt-plug to be exact. It was like my ass-hole was electrocuted. My legs and arms became life-less for a moment. I fell flat on the floor screaming.

“Come-on puppy !. Get back up and move your ass a bit faster now”. Hunk said laughing and making fun of me.

“Oh !, Now give my poor little puppy a break Hunky. His ass might explore if you kick him too hard on that balloon. Hah, hah ha…”. Mom too joined Hunk with his laughter. Mom made me crawl behind her to the living-room Sofa, where she sat down and crossed her legs.

Mom’s Left-leg was crossed over her Right-leg, and Her Left-foot was dangling in the air close to my face.

“Sniff my foot puppy”. Mom said pointing at her foot. While I was sniffing her foot she commanded; “Now I want you to lick my shoe. Start from the outer-sole of the shoe, and work your tongue along the shank of the shoe, then the heel of my foot, my ankle, calf.., Right up to the back of my knee”.  She raised her leg in the air and made room for me to lick her leg. I had to crawl closer to her, as I was licking the back of her knee. Mom slowly stretched her other leg in-between my arms and touched my groin with her other foot.

“How does it feel down here slave-doggie ?”. Mom asked tapping on to my crotch with the instep of her foot. I sighed and moaned in pain.

“It hurts doesn’t it ?. Is your pathetic little penis getting cramped in there a lot ?. Well that’s exactly what I want you to feel. PAIN !”. Mom said with a cruel smile.

“You know how you conceived in my womb, don’t you ?. I never wanted a child of your father’s. But he and your Grandma had me locked up in that former room of yours; now the walk-in-closet of mine. They kept me tied up to that round column at the corner of the room most evenings, so that - that filthy drunken farther of yours could come and rape me. They forced me to get pregnant with a ‘devil of a baby’, which was you. You know what I felt-like when I was tied-up and raped ?. I always wished that someday I would kick your father’s balls off his sack, and that I would smash that little dick of his so hard that it would look like a scrambled egg. Hih hih !”.

Mom kicked me on the crotch with no great power. She now had her Right leg rested on my back, while Left leg under my body. My head was smashed between her knees, right in front of her pantie covered pussy.

“I dreamt of getting revenge from your father. I wanted to tie him on to a wall and whip him till he pleaded me for mercy.  But fortunately he died before he had to pay the price for the sins he did. Yet he left me with you !, his devil imprint of a SON !, and you’ll pay for the sins done by your father, You hear me you poor slave ?. I wish your father or your Grandma was here to see how you are goner-be punished today. That pain in your little penis ?, it is in return for the pain your cruel father’s dick gave me !. So better be brave, and bare it as much as you can, you sissy slave boy”. Mom said.

Hunk brought two bottles of chilled beer, and mom moved on to the recliner chair. She wanted me to give her a foot massage. Before the massage, she wanted to feel my newly shaved head with her bare feet. I bowed, head down for her to clamp and caress my shaven bold head with her feet. “Mmm.. This feels nice”, she purred.

As I massaged mom’s feet that afternoon, mom and Hunk had a conversation, while sipping their beers.  Here, mom told Hunk more stories about the cruel ways that my father had treated her.

“So, Hunkey my darling. I want you to take our little slave down to the cellar now, hang him off the wall and whip him as much as you want. I’ll come down in a while to see how things are going.” Mom told Hunk once I had finished massaging mom’s feet, and they had finished their beers.

Hunk held me by the collar, and dragged me down to the cellar room.

Joshua's story [part 05 of 08]

A Son becomes Mom’s foot-slave - by Lickfoot Papissa.

[Chapter 05 of 08] – THE SLAVE BEEN WHIPPED & TORTURED  

For about an hour, I hung bound and gagged on the cellar wall while Hunk beat me with a soft whip. It hurt and bruised my skin, but did not wound it. what hurt me most while being whipped was my butt-plug. Every time I was whipped, I happen to wriggle and sway-off the chains I was hung. And when I swayed back-wards and hit the wall behind, the balloon between my buttocks got compressed, expanding my butt-plug. It was like someone fucking my ass.

Mom came to the cellar in about an hour, bringing Hunk another Beer. She was still wearing the chemise, but had changed into a pair of black mules.

“Oh !, He looks really sweet!”. she laughed and took the ball gag out of my mouth. I coughed; my eyes were full of tears. Mom asked Hunk to release my chains. Hunk released lock that held the chains. I fell on the floor like a bag of beans, in front of mom's feet. My whole body ached, and I almost couldn’t move my body a bit. I felt as my body was completely broken. Mom toppled my body with her foot, and made me lie on my back: my butt-plug expanding in me against my own weight. I screamed in pain.

“Stop shouting and lick clean my shoe soles. See how dirty they’ve got as I came walking down here to the cellar !”. Mom placed her shoe sole over my face.

Gaining all the strength available, I licked the soles of Mom's mules clean. But mom seemed not so satisfied with the job I was doing. So she ordered me to hold my tongue out, and rubbed the outer-soles of her shoes hard against my tongue. I felt as if my tongue was starting to bleed and burn. I was so weak; I only managed to moan in pain, while tears poured out of my eyes. Mom was giggling and enjoying herself.

“Eva Sweetie, if you like you can give him the rest of his whippings!” Hunk offered Mom the single tail leather whip. Mom smiled.

“I’d love to sweetheart, This will turn his back into a bloody mess. It will be real fun to whip him with this hard one, as every lash will give him enormous pain. I’m afraid he wouldn’t be able to bear it though ?” she sneered before taking over the whip.

Mom kicked me on the arm and made me lie prone. Then she started whipping me hard on the back and buttocks. My body happened to jump in pain. Mom stamped me, pressing my hands, legs and body up against the cement floor with her mules. She was practically on top of me, crushing me with her weight, while whipping me mercilessly. My drunken mom was giggling in sheer joy and pleasure, while I was crying and screaming. The whip was now almost covered in my blood. Mom stopped only when she got tired of beating me. By then I was a senseless piece of raw flesh.

"Darling, After many-many years, I think I’m feeling a strong sexual urge, that I’ve almost never ever felt before. Whipping this pathetic slave has turned-me--on so much. I really need to go get to the bed and enjoy myself now”, mom said to Hunk, panting in excitement.

“Mercilessly, Beat him and Train him very well for me!. He should be made the most submissive and obedient son in the world!” Mom laughed and told my Hunk.

“I want to see and hear his pain. So, I’ll setup my video camera here on this tripod. It’s linked-up with the local Wi-Fi.   Therefore, I can see and hear everything what happens here, on my bedroom’s large-screen Home-theater system. Make him suffer awfully, so that he would keep moaning and screaming. Don’t put on his gag. I want to hear his screams, begging and pleading for my mercy. He should make his Goddess-Mom feel that, she is in fact the almighty !”. Mom said, before she left upstairs giggling.

Hunk first-of-all threw a bucket of cold water over my back. It washed the blood off my skin and prevented the wounds from bleeding further. Then he applied an anti-bacterial medicinal liquid on the few open wounds, to prevent any infections. He did it with good intention, but it felt like open-surgery for me.

Then Hunk hung me again on the wall off the steel chains handcuffed to my hands, and started beating me with the soft whip. Even though it was the soft whip, each stroke now gave me ten times the pain than before. My whole body hurt, and I was not able to define or describe that pain. That pain was driving me crazy. It felt soothing to moan and scream, irrespective whether I was been beaten or not. I kept-on moaning, screaming, talking and shouting. What I said was immaterial, and was not in my memory.

Meanwhile, Mom had masturbated herself to a strong climax, while hearing and enjoying my painful screams and pleadings, later I got to know. Then mom had fallen into a very deep and relaxing sleep for about an hour, surrounded by all the comforts and luxuries in her air-conditioned bed-room.

Later I also got to know that I had been Hung and beaten in the cellar, for more half an hour, until I had passed-away unconscious. I had screamed and begged for the mercy from mom all that time. I had also jabbered and shouted things such ‘I hate my Father’, ‘I love my Mom’, ‘I’ll always be my Goddess-mom’s obedient and submissive slave’, ‘Show me mercy goddess and please stop punishing me’ and so on.

Once I passed away, Hunk had unchained me and left me on the cellar floor. He had put some water on my face, and left some water within easy reach of me. Then Hunk had gone upstairs, to join my mom in bed.

The next morning Hunk came and inspected my wounds. He said that all my wounds are healed. He also sprayed a ‘magic spray’ on my bruised skins. It gave such spots a quick relief. Hunk had learnt these First-aid tricks, when he was a rugger-righter. Hunk even helped me prepare break-fast that morning.

“In the cellar was only the theory part of your training.  Now comes the practical sessions in the house!. You should do good to please your Goddess”. Hunk advised me.

Mom was seated at the dining table when I took her break-fast. She was reading a magazine with her reading glasses on. She looked very mature, and seemed to be in a very pleasant mood. Mom was wearing a translucent white silk nightie, and a pair of White Kitten-heel peep-toe D’Orsay’s.

"Now, Get down under the table and position yourself on your back so that you can clean the shoes of your Goddess.  Serve her divine feet with your tongue while she is eating." Hulk commanded once mom started to have her breakfast.

I crawled under the table and positioned myself on my back, with my mouth in close proximity to Mom’s gorgeous feet.. The ceramic tile of the dinning-room floor felt cold, and my wounded back gave me shivers. I realized that this was not going to be an easy task. I had to be very patient.

"Your Goddess wants her shoes perfectly cleaned. Now, don't forget to use that tongue of yours on the out-soles and heels of her shoes.  Also remember not to leave any tooth marks on her expensive shoes, or else you will be subjected to further disciplining by me!. Once you’re done with her shoes, you should lick-clean her bare feet too" Hunk shouted. Mom giggled and patted Hulks thigh under the table.

Mom nudged one of her shoe clad feet into my waiting mouth, while resting her other foot on my chest to keep me in my place. She pressed her kitten-heel firmly between my rib-cadges. I licked, sucked and mopped the sole of her shoe using my tongue. I kept working my tongue around that expensive shoe of hers, from its outer-sole back down to the heel, along its shank.

Eventually, Mom removed her unattended foot off my chest, which was a signal that it was time for me to switch between her feet. Once I had cleaned both her shoes, she allowed them to be removed off her feet, and placed her bare feet on my face. My tongue ran up and down her foot soles, and in-between her toe-gaps with ease.

Mom drew her chair back a bit and looked down at me under the table. She took a spoon full of serial and poured it onto the instep of her bare foot that I was now licking. Then she arched her foot down pointing her toes into my mouth. The serial dripped-off her toes into my mouth. I gulped down the serial, and sucked & licked her toes clean. She did this several times. I ate the all the serial offered off mom’s feet with great egress, as I also was actually very hungry.

"Enjoying your breakfast Slave-dog?" she teased me.

Like the trained dog, I answered with a bark for yes: “Woof!”. Mom & Hunk giggled in amusement.

 “You have train him very well!”. Mom said to Hunk.

 “Are you satisfied with his service, or should I punish him further?” Hunk asked my Goddess mom.

Mom giggled again and said: “He licks well, and takes orders well too. But you know, I still think you ought to punish him every now and then. Perhaps he would then do even better the next time. Even not, I just want him whipped a bit every once-in-a-way for my sheer enjoyment. There is nothing that turns me on than to see him tied and beaten, while he pleads for mercy”. Mom said very casually.

Hunk asked whether to take me to the cellar right-away. But Mom interrupted him.

 “No, wait…” she said, “I want to go do some shopping now. I have ordered for some designer clothes & shoes that I have to go collect. Also, I need to pamper myself a bit in a spa and visit my beauty salon too. I have ordered a pairs of custom-made black leather open-crotch pantie and a cup-less leather brazier.  I’ll try to pick a matching leather body-suit for you too. I’m still a bit worried about the footwear I choose thought. I ordered a pair of Black Gladiator Boots. Hope they would match the rest ?. Later in the evening, we could have much fun dressed in those new out-fits, making love while torturing our slave. Wouldn’t that be wonderful darling ?” mom asked my Master leaning forward and placing a kiss on his lips.

“Of cause my dear, as you wish. In the mean time I’ll get our slave to wash and clean the cellar so that it would look as good as our bed room. I’ll also make him move that leather sofa-bed in there for us to make love. I’m sure our slave is going to end-up hanging in the cellar like a blood dripping skinless piece of raw meat, more dead than alive, once our love making is over” Hunk said with a laughing loud.

“And don’t forget to fix a bright flash light down in the cellar. I want all that fun to be captured on my video camera. he he he he” mom joined in with his laugh.

“Also prepare him well for the occasion. He should be bind-folded and chained. I wouldn’t want my son to see his mother having sex with another man now, would I?” mom told Hunk. “After all, I ‘am’ being a very loving & responsible mother, don’t you think? Hah hah ha..” Mother laughingly, slapped my face with her foot playfully.

I shivered in pain. What hurt me most were not the wounds, but the words. In fact, the idea of that some ‘other’ man was going to make love to ‘my gorgeous Goddess’ right in front of myself, paralyzed me. I knew it was going to be a very long and painful night for me.