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.