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.