MenHaters (F/M with F/F from Chapter 29)

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Wildyone
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12 May 2017, 10:42 #1

Hey all,I have recently been reading through the amazing stories here on the pad and was inspired to try and put something together that I would like to read. It is very strong on the verbal humiliation and not very subtle when it comes to the early action sequences but then over time it will evolve and you can see the bigger picture of where this narrative is heading.

Anyway here is part one for those that chose to read hope you enjoy!


















Chapter 1 – Background and Beth 


The sun was beating down on the back of my
neck and beads of sweat were beginning to accumulate under my collar. I was
wearing a smart black suit, white shirt and blue tie as I strolled through the
business centre of London, England. I had a strong feeling of trepidation about
what lay ahead of me that day. But to start my story I need to go back to the
beginning.


My luck had gone south in a big way over
the last few months with the loss of my last job, my girlfriend and my bank
balance. I reflected back on those recent events as my head dropped. I felt so
pathetic.


My girlfriend, Beth, who worked with me at
our top consultancy company had completely played me. She was 5’8, had a fit
athletic body and shoulder length jet black hair. Her eyes were a captivating
blue, wide and alluring and stood out over her pretty pert nose and luscious
thick red lips. After dropping me a couple of inviting smiles whilst passing my
office pod I had plucked up the courage to ask her on a date. At that point I
really thought I had no chance but she said that she would think about it and
gave it just the right amount of time to increase my desperation before she
agreed. I couldn’t (and perhaps shouldn’t) have believed my luck.


On our initial dates mostly in nice
restaurants and movie theatres (I had a healthy bank balance back then) we had
a really great time together laughing and joking. She wasn’t really getting
that close or intimate but seemed to love my company. Every now and then she
would throw a curve ball into the conversation or would throw some heavy-handed
feminism into a perfectly innocent argument but other than that everything
seemed ideal in her.


Beth had an amazing presence and all men
stopped and jaw dropped when she entered a room either at work or in our social
outings. She seemed to know so many beautiful women as well but not once did
she offer an introduction. If I pried and enquired who someone was she would
often just wave her wand in my face and say “Oh just someone from a way back”
and move the conversation on.


On one of our earlier dates in a local bar
she was being propositioned by a guy who was clearly pissing her off. I was in
a major queue to buy some drinks. As I looked back my eyes nearly popped in
amazement when I see her flip into a rage jump up and kick the guy
straight in the chest toppling him over the railings onto the dance-floor. I
immediately rushed back to see what was up and if I could help when she
responded. “Oh nothing, just some idiot pissing me off. Lets get out of here”
as cool and composed, as you like.


As time went on and our relationship
entered the 3-6 month period she started to strike me as particularly
unpredictable.  She seemed to lurch from
being a warm empathetic kind respectful woman to a cold hearted bitch, who seemed
to get off disrespecting me in front of others in public. Initially this was
quite subtle but increased over our time together. I thought our beautiful
albeit brief relationship was coming to an end and the uncertainty that this
created started to erode my self-confidence and I found my demeanor and
emotional strength whittling away. She seemed to be able to read my inner
feelings in a way that just when I was about to break she would turn on the
kind warm Beth and then just as I was starting to feel the relationship was
going somewhere she would bring me crashing down to rock bottom again.


I could give you countless more examples of
this switching behavior, aggressiveness and undermining but my story starts with
one particular event near the end of our relationship and our final date
together. This night kept rolling around in my mind like the images were burnt permanently
into my short-term memory. My mind didn’t want to commit them to the long term
until it had resolved why she had acted in such a way. Looking back I feel dumb
that I didn’t pick up on the signals earlier that she had an alternate agenda
perhaps all along.


The images spinning through my mind
projected a time when we were in a nice relaxed Italian restaurant just 20
minutes walk from my house. We had strolled there holding hands and exchanging
comments about how nice the weather had been that day, hot and sunny where even
the shade only offered temporary relief from the heat. We were having a great positive patch together with minimal mind fucking so I was in buoyant mood when we had briefly stopped
back at the house to drop off a number of shopping bags having visited most of
the shops in the town centre and realizing we were running late had decided to
head straight out for food instead of getting washed and changed (her decision).


She was wearing a tight light blue t-shirt
accentuating her pretty, firm breasts (I am not good at sizes but guess it was
around a C cup), high cut denim shorts, thin white ankle socks and a pair of
old beat up canvas trainers size UK 8 that were perfect for long walks around
town though looked like they belonged more in a bin than on someone's feet. A little shiver ran through my pelvis as I recalled the glistening sweat
film that covered her legs from our exertions that day. I would have given up
my prized Rolex watch at that point just for the opportunity to jump in bed
with her for a couple of hours but our relationship wasn’t moving anything like
that kind of speed.


When we arrived at the restaurant a beautiful Maître d’
quickly approached us then proceeded to pretty much ignore me and addressed
Beth directly. “Can I offer you a table madam?” she enquired. I felt a little
put down but then Beth was always the centre of attention and I thought just go
with the flow. She then ushered us into the main dining area and sat us at a
large table in the centre of the room covered with a perfect long white
tablecloth and an array of condiments and utensils.


Within the next few minutes a waitress
approached. Once again she seemed to offer almost all her attention to Beth and
barely addressed me. That said in the few glances I did get I thought she could easily be a relative of Beth. She had the same jet black hair but
this time cut into a graduated 60s Vidal Sasson style bob. Beautiful chiseled
cheeks, a little pert nose and those same large blue captivating eyes. She must
have been around 5’6 a little shorter than Beth and wore a high cut classic
black dress, tan pantyhose and rather inexplicable filthy beat up old white
trainers I guess a size 6 or 7 UK. I assumed she must wear them for comfort as
the management wouldn’t approve of such footwear in such a nice restaurant.


“I am Lucy your waitress for the evening”
she said to Beth flicking her what looked like an odd knowing smile but I
thought no more of it. “Can I get you drinks?”


Beth asked me what I wanted and then
proceeded to order 2 orange juices to help us cool down from our previous
excursions. Lucy the waitress then disappeared rapidly to get the drinks.


Me and Beth then exchanged more small talk
about the day’s passing with me focusing her attention of the 3 or 4 expensive
gifts I had purchased for her that day. 3 items of welsh gold jewellery (a
bracelet, matching necklace and earrings) and a bloody expensive designer
handbag. But she seemed distracted and her mood was starting to flit from her
previous warm demeanor to something more cold, distant and frankly rude.


As we sat there talking in the restaurant
and looking over the menu deciding what to chose the waitress had stopped by
unobtrusively and propped a bread basket and butter on the edge of the table
looking at me briefly to see if we knew what we wanted or needed more time. I
motioned we needed another 10 to 15 minutes and she disappeared off into the
restaurant to assess the needs of other tables.


When I then looked back at Beth to pick up
on our prior food choice conversation her whole demeanor had changed. Her eyes
narrowed with a spiteful resentment and her mouth went from a warm smile to an
aggressive nasty sneer. My mind went into chaos mode. What had I done wrong? Not
this again and in such an open public place. Did she think I was coming onto
the waitress or something?


“Butter me some bread, NOW!” she snorted


“A thanks would be nice. What’s wrong Beth?”
I retorted somewhat uncomfortably and trying to pacify the atmosphere that was
building. Her face was simply ravishing when she was this angry but I knew
better than to go lightly on this, the sheer unpredictability of Beth in this
mood was more than most could handle.


She moved another 5 to 6 inches closer and
whilst leaning into my personal space, her face now looking a picture of rage
she escalated her demand in a soft forbidding tone.


“Butter me some fucking bread now or I will
shout it at you so loud the whole restaurant will see what a complete bitch you
are under my thumb.”


My mouth dropped, my heart started racing
and panic set in as I had been completely unsettled by this rapid and unexpected
change of mood. Though similar things had happened before this was whole new
level of nasty. My mind darted as I explored all the possibilities. She sat
there staring viciously into my eyes almost willing me to capitulate and obviously amused by how easily she could unsettle me. I really
found her beauty quite daunting but these mood swings were so damn weird. I
resolved to continue to try and calm the situation further.


“Look I am sorry if I did something wrong.
Of course I will butter you some bread” I relented. Hoping my defensive and
subordinate manor would placate her somewhat.


At this her sneering mouth evolved into a
wicked smirk and she sat back in her chair clearly pleased with her control of
the situation. She raised her hand and made a number of rapid curls in the
bottom of her hair then proceeded to exert a renewed position of strength and
control upon the proceedings.


“Right choice.” she whispered and flicked a
glance of contempt and distain back at me to ensure I remained totally outside
my comfort zone.


I started fumbling for a bread roll, trembling
and still unsettled by her change of character. She watched every move with
careful considered authority. Her large bright blue eyes could have burnt
through walls at this point. Having got a roll onto my side plate and cut it
open I started layering on the butter with the bread knife. It was still hard
from the fridge which made the whole process that much more difficult and I was
trembling with the whole random
unpredictability of the situation to come. I flicked a nervous smile at her.
She remained completely motionless her eyes still burning through me.


When I had finally done the best I could to
butter the roll I picked up the plate and offered it over to Beth again with a
nervous and unsettled smile.



“There you go. One buttered bread roll” I
said trying again to appease the situation, her rage and the whole atmosphere
around us.


She made me wait there for around 20
seconds holding the plate before she once again leaned forward. Her fingers wrapped
around the roll and she lifted it open to inspect my buttering skills, which
even I admit left a lot to be desired.


“Fucking pathetic. You don’t expect me to
eat that shit do you?” she scolded.


Moving on she added, “That will be your
roll” and she tapped the side of the plate causing the roll to imbalance and
topple onto the floor.


As I looked over at the roll that had
fallen just to the left of the table I saw her leg quickly dart out and her
canvas sneaker scoop the now open buttered roll under our table.


My glance then darted to the other patrons
of the restaurant who for some reason I expected would all be staring at us but
to my pleasant surprise not one of them had taken any interest in our tables
recent events. It was strange though that all the 10-12 patrons were female
that night. I then looked back at Beth who was waiting expectantly for my next
move. "Well?" she said. Her eyes narrowed and her cheeks flushed red as I sensed the aggression
rising in her once more. 


Suspecting that I needed to play this carefully
and quickly I took a somewhat defensive stance to avoid escalating her
annoyance any further.


“As that one has been on the floor butter
side open. Couldn’t I just butter another for us both please Beth?” I pleaded feeling a little pathetic with my tone.


Not moving an inch she almost spat the
words back into my face. “Get on your knees under the table, pick up the
fucking roll and eat it you stupid little cunt”.


This was a step too far for me and broke me
out of my defensive mode into an exasperated and assertive stance.


“Look” I said, “I am not sure what mind
games you are running on me here. I bought you all those lovely presents today
in town, we come to a lovely restaurant for a nice pleasant evening together
and you all of a sudden treat me like a piece of shit. What’s going on Beth?”
Though my assertiveness started off well it diminished rapidly mid-sentence
finishing in a somewhat pathetic apologetic plea for clarity.


She paused for what seemed like forever
though was probably nearer 20 seconds considering her next move. “Do you
remember the report you submitted for the upcoming team leader promotion at
work?” she offered in a calm calculating way.


I shifted nervously not knowing where this
change of conversation was heading. “Sure I do.” I said. “Why do you ask?”


Beth leaned forward again like before into
my personal space. “Well my mother happens to know 2 of the 3 people on the
selection committee and if you do what I ask and eat that bread roll I will
return the favour by getting my her to swing the decision more your way”


“That sounds great Beth but why is the
bread roll so important to you?” I responded.


“It’s symbolic Chris. I need to test the
boundaries of this relationship to see how sub…committed you are.” Beth
swiveled mid sentence. “I need to know when I really need you most to do what I
ask you will be prepared to push the boundaries for me and do whatever it
takes.” Beth was taking a more considered and manipulative stance. Her eyes had
softened a little but her mouth retained that awkward twisted look of contempt
that made it clear she was not relinquishing any control here.


I sat back to reflect for a few seconds.
Beth seemed to be sincere. Her rage had abated a little and she was speaking
lucidly and considered. Was this scenario just a test of my loyalty? Perhaps she
had been hurt before or let down badly and that was why she flipped her moods
so rapidly and unexpectedly based on various trigger points. Whatever the purpose
she was reasoning that our relationship could be heading in a positive
direction with this test of my commitment to her and that was a good thing for
me. Also that promotion meant the world to me. I had worked my arse off for our
department and securing this new role would almost double my compensation
package. I knew there were other strong candidates so any leverage I could gain
could be a deal maker.


“So what’s it gonna be Chris? Are you going
to push on and eat that bread roll for me or have I made you out to be someone with
more resolve than you really have?” Beth whispered her eyes remaining focused
on me watching for clues on my next move. She started drumming her slender long
fingers on the edge of the table indicating a heightened level of impatience. 


Her radiant beauty and the subtle, hypnotic
rhythm of her voice started to entrance me. This dominant side to Beth was
quite sexy even if chaotic and unexpected. I decided to grow a pair of balls
and just pick up the goddam roll. 


“Ok Beth I am gonna eat that roll not
because it might swing that promotion my way but because I want you to see that
I am committed to us and even if your request is a little strange it is
something I can easily surmount.” I announced with renewed confidence. “And
please let that be an end to the games Beth”. There was mixed sincerity in this
response as the promotion was massive for me and I think by her look she see
right through me.


“Great Chris that’s the spirit. Now get on
your knees under the table and eat that roll for me. I have also changed my
mind. No hands and don’t come back up until it’s all gone.” she cooed
triumphantly.


“Hang on" I started to say before realising
resistance was not my best course of action. So what if I ate the roll under
the table that way no-one would see me eat a roll that had been on the floor
and not using my hands was just some stupid game Beth wanted to layer in so she
could have a laugh at my expense. “Never mind” I backtracked.


I quickly looked around to see if anyone
was looking. All clear. I figured the waitress (Lucy) was gonna be another 5
minutes so if I was quick I could finish the roll and be back in time for the
order even without the use of my hands. I lifted the long white tablecloth and
slithered down my chair and under the table. Looking in front of me down at the
roll all the blood washed out of my body and I shivered. I could not be
prepared for the sight in front of my eyes.


...more to come real soon...
Last edited by Wildyone on 25 Jun 2017, 23:16, edited 5 times in total.
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Rikudo Sennin
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12 May 2017, 17:52 #2

This looks like it has the makings of a great story. From what I could tell from your intro it also looks like you and I have a few things in common when it comes to our preferred themes as well, so I''m definitely looking forward to reading more.
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12 May 2017, 19:13 #3

Love it so far, although since the females seem to be the dominants in this story, you might want to change the tags in the title from "M/F" and "M/F+" to "F/M" and "F+/M" - since the dominant gender is listed first.
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Wildyone
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Joined: 21 Dec 2010, 09:44

12 May 2017, 22:31 #4

Thanks for the feedback and advice guys - have edited the title as suggested.
The next 2 chapters are really going to ramp up the action and humiliation level. As a key point in the background of the story I wanted to show just how far this could go. Normally I would build to this point but it is important contextually as you will see later. The action will not remain this intense in each chapter as I want to protect the narrative of the bigger picture so expect lots of twists and turns.

Hope you enjoy!


















Chapter 2 – Beth’s dark side



Whilst we had been debating the whole
conundrum she had laid out before me as a test of my loyalty Beth had slipped
off her old canvas sneakers and proceeded to grind the buttered bread roll into
the floor with her socked feet. By the looks of the roll she had been at this
ever since the roll have been scooped under the table. But that was by far not
the worst of it. 


The underneath of her socks were black with
filth like she had been wearing them for a month without washing. They had one
or two large holes up near where the toe meets the ball of the foot and I could
see that her feet inside were as dirty as the sock bottoms. Looking over at the
canvas sneakers I could see and smell the source of all this nastiness. The
insides were worn through and a black footprint outlined the inside of the shoe
to show where she had sweated all day in the heat of our shopping trip.


I couldn’t quite believe I hadn’t caught
the smell before now as I had been with her all day but then again we had been
outside and I had not been that close to her feet. It was a pungent, acrid stench
that really made my stomach churn. I recoiled at the offensive odour and my
head hit the table. From above I heard a laugh and then some shuffling. Within
a few seconds Beth’s head appeared under the table.


“Fucking hell it stinks under here Chris.
Did something just die?” Beth cackled with an obnoxious accompaniment of
laughter.


“Something like that.” I said. “Beth what
are you doing to me? I didn’t sign up for this. I mean look at the roll and
your socks. It’s absolutely disgusting. That will send me straight to
hospital”.


“Aaaahhh. Poor little cupcake. Are you
afraid of Beth’s nasty sweaty feet? Do they scare you and make you want to
crawl up into a ball and cry?” Beth positioned challenging me to respond. I
didn’t frozen by my predicament.


“Look I told you it was a test of your
commitment of me. I need to know you can man up and handle anything for me when
the time comes. It’s only a fucking bread roll for shit sake.” Beth reasoned in
a manipulative and provoking retort.


“But look at your socks, feet, shoes and
the damn roll Beth” I groaned in an abject defeated response.


“Well you didn’t think I was going to make
it easy for you Chris. Did you? This is a proper test of your resolve and how
much I can depend and trust you when it really comes down to the crunch. I have
been working on these socks for over 3 weeks now in the gym every day, in my
boots at work and wearing them pretty much 24-7 without a foot wash in sight.
Here get a good close up appreciation of my hard work” She then proceeded to
put her socked foot up to within one inch of my face and then Beth paused for
another laugh looking at my face and predicament. I felt sick to the pit of my
stomach and threw my head back quickly.


“And those canvas trainers I have had for 5
years. Used to wear them without socks every summer until the stink got too
much to bear. It was only when I found them at the back of the cupboard
recently that the idea of this test suddenly struck me. So what’s it gonna be
Chris? The bread roll, the promotion, us and moving forward together or no
roll, no promotion and no us?” Beth exclaimed in an ultimatum kind of way with
a gleeful smile on her face. She was really loving this.


My mind momentarily flicked back to the
returning waitress. She would no doubt be here any second now. “What if someone
sees me Beth?”


“The waitress wont come back until you are
sat here at the table dumb fuck otherwise she can’t take the order right” Beth
snorted now getting a little impatient.


She had a point but I didn’t like the way
she was now starting to throw more offensive expletives at me again. “Look if I
eat this shitty bread roll here is that really gonna be the last of it?” I
pleaded


“Right, listen! I am getting really fucked
off with all the procrastination, winging and questions Chris. This is your
last chance. Either eat the fucking bread roll and I mean all of it or don’t
and I am out of here” Beth’s anger had clearly heightened to boiling point
again but she was just holding it together long enough to give me this last
chance.


I was so confused, embarrassed and shocked
by the whole sequence of events but knew I had to make a decision now or never.
I figured it was after all a bread roll even if it was now encrusted with the
filth, sweat and stench of Beth’s rank socks and 5 year canvas reek vessels. I
re-examined the bread a little closer as I move forward seeing it was pretty
much black and ingrained into the floor.


I took a deep breath to prepare myself for
the undertaking. Not my smartest move as the stench of Beth’s socks and shoes
hit my lungs and triggered a sickness convulsion in my throat once again.


“Ok I am going to do it.” I announced to
Beth summoning all the courage I could muster to overcome the absolute disgust
I felt for this heinous of tasks.


Beth still looking at me from the underside
of the table now holding her nose to avert the acrid stench of feet wafting up
clapped and laughed in a way that suggested her devious plan had finally bettered
me.


“Ok remember no hands and the bread roll
has to be completely consumed even if that means scraping off the debris from
the floor with your teeth. When you come up and I inspect the floor if I find
any roll or sick it’s game over. Ok? Oh and one more thing I get to use my feet
to push you around a little just to make the whole challenge a little more
difficult. Now get to work!”


I couldn’t believe after summoning the
courage to eat this shitty bread roll after much deliberation that Beth had
thrown in yet another hurdle at the last minute. That said I knew if I delayed
and deliberated any more the deal was off. I put my hands behind my back
triggering a satisfied smile on Beth’s face that I was complying and move
forward to face my endeavour.


Beth didn’t distract me initially she moved
her filthy white socked feet off the bread roll and back around 3 inches
allowing me to start my disgusting feast. Thinking I was being given some
encouragement I leant forward and took my first bite of the bread. The taste
was worst than anything I had ever imagined and I balked and retched summoning
all the strength and resolve I had not to throw up. Fear gripped me as I suspected
I had no chance of completing this undertaking.


Then to make matters worst Beth swiveled
her feet around her rank canvas sneakers and drew them in so they were around 2
inches either side of the mashed up bread roll. The heighted stink made my head
spin. My body was screaming disgust and flight at all the filth and stench that
was now surrounding me. I peaked up to see Beth looking back at me (still
holding her nose) and she went into literally fits of laughter. She was really
getting off watching me go through this.


This shocked me into action. I felt sure
that the other tables would hear her and start wondering what was no funny and
take extra interest in our table and I could not afford for that to attract the
premature return of our waitress, Lucy. I thought quickly and then inspired I
thought as long as I don’t touch the roll I am good but I can still hold my
nose. I held my nose and took a massive bite out of the roll chewing and
swallowing as quickly as my body would allow convincing myself I was eating
something much more pleasant. I got it down without throwing up! Only about
half left now given it was so compressed.


Looking up again I see Beth’s face glow
bright red. “No fucking cheating! Hands behind your back now or it’s game over
you little shit!” Wow my little stunt had really got her pissed but I was still
in the game.


I was now at the point where I would need
to start scraping the food up with my lips, teeth and tongue if I was going to
complete my task and to my pleasant surprise having taken the top layer of
bread away with that last bite the underneath was a closer shade of brown-white
rather than black. I pressed on resolved to finish the job as quickly as
possible.


Beth was clearly really fucked off because
she now moved both her nasty socked feet forward and started pressing my head
into the floor hard to prevent me getting close enough to get the next bite. I
whimpered in pain as I wiggled to try and get closer to the roll her feet
pressed harder to keep me in place. She then removed one socked foot and whilst
holding my head in place with the other she simultaneously crushed my head into
the floor and cupped my nose with the other right where one of the 2 large sock
holes were.


Thinking back to this particular point it
is difficult to describe what was going through my head. I felt completely
manipulated, embarrassed and utterly revolted. I started to question whether
this mind game I had entered into could ever actually end well for me and how
in hell I had allowed her to manipulate 
me into this situation in the first place.


As the filthy black sock cupped by nose I
was powerless to avert the overwhelming stench that emanated from Beth’s toes.
The hole in the sock meant that Beth could manipulate my nose into the space
between her big and second toe and pinch it so that the epicenter of the
nauseating malodourous aroma was directly under my nostrils. Smothering me with
her foot in this way I started to panic when I realised I could not breath
properly. It was already hot and dank under here and this was making me
positively claustrophobic. I let out another whimper this time muffled and
heard a giggle from above and a voice, which I assumed to be Beth laughing at
my predicament. She clasped my nose and smothered my face and mouth for what
seemed like forever finally relenting when I thought fit to burst.


I took in a massive gulp of air trying to
reclaim lost oxygen just at the same time that Beth repositioned my nostrils
back to the dank gap in her toes inside the sock hole. The smell completely
consumed me and my head went dizzy and I blacked out for a few seconds as much
from air loss as the revolting feet stench overwhelming me.


After just a few seconds I recovered. Beth
still had one foot pressed down hard on the side of my face keeping it pinned
to the floor and then proceded to wipe her socked foot down my face in long
sweeping gestures. The filthy, black fabric was sodden wet with sweat and I
felt the socks paint my face with stink. I now started to feel trapped,
massively nauseated and utterly played. I realized that I had been completed
duped and Beth had no intention of letting me finish that roll or at least not without
making me sick first. Beth appeared to be groaning in some rapture of sadistic
pleasure and she was fidgeting on her seat indicating her private area was
dampening and tingling.


Just as I was resolving to admit defeat and
emerge from the underside of the table to kill off any chance of the promotion
and my relationship with this crazy bitch I heard fresh voices from above which
sent me into a panic. I wanted out now but not to emerge into the restaurant my
face reeking of feet right into the eye-line of the waitress especially given
how drop dead gorgeous she was. I didn’t have much self-respect to protect at
this point but what little I had left I wasn’t about to give up.


I lay there quietly trying to listen to the
ongoing conversation. I could swear it was Beth and the returning waitress,
Lucy. Perhaps the bitch had sensed I was giving up and called her over on
purpose just to make the task more difficult to complete and keep me under
there so she could prolong her sadistic pleasure trip.


Beth continued painting my face with her
repulsive putrid socks taking great care to really ingrain the stench by pressing
her toes hard against the contours as she made her down strokes. Stopping at
the nostrils each time to ensure each intake of breath I took was met with a
burning pungency of rank feet to maximize my discomfort.


She then moved that active foot back to the
roll and ground it back into the ground re-blackening the soft exposed surface.
As I watched she grabbed pieces of the bread in between her toes adeptly using
the holes in the sock and then wiggled her toes above my face dropping the
crumbs over my eyes, nose and mouth. I spluttered as quietly as I could careful
not to raise suspicion trying to clear the crumbs from my face. As my eyes
re-accustomed I could see the foot returning with a large layer of breaded
filth and most of the rest of the remaining butter.


Fuck I thought. Not content to paint my face
with sock stench she is now going to cover me with filthy bread. I couldn’t
emerge with all that shit on my face into an open restaurant so I quietly as
possible brought my hands forward and started to push the approaching offensive
foot back forfeiting any remaining chance of succeeding in my original task. In
response Beth raised the foot pinning my head and brought it crashing down on
my skull with a thud. Not only was the pain immense but I was sure that would
be audible to the people above. This trampling move put me into recoil and
allowed Beth to maneuver the filthy bread and butter ridden foot back to it’s
prosed destination.


Before I could counter my face was covered
with a black slimy layer of sweat soaked bread and butter. I felt utterly
dejected. How the fuck was I going to get out of this?


Beth was now audibly groaning from the
rapturous waves of pleasure running through her body driven by her absolute
control of the situation and the immense level of humiliation and debasement
she was inflicting on me.


Before I could plan my next move the worst
possible thing that could of happened at that point happened.


... Expect to see part 3 before the end of weekend...
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13 May 2017, 02:08 #5

This is incredible oh my god I'm addicted please continue
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13 May 2017, 18:49 #6

Wildyone.

Very nicely written so far, and I'd love to read more. Very promising and interesting...

Thank you.
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13 May 2017, 21:58 #7

This part has moderate sexual content and a further ramp up of the extreme humiliation. 



















Chapter 3 – Lucy the crazy vindictive bitch



 


The bottom of the tablecloth lifted opening
up my predicament to the whole left side of the restaurant. Crouching down in
front of me was Lucy the waitress literally wetting herself laughing. She had Beth’s
phone in her hand and proceeded to run off 2-3 pictures while Beth continued to
pin my head and smear filth on my face with her other foot.


Now the tablecloth was up I could hear all
the conversation quite audibly. Beth raised her voice to address the tables
around us.


“Look at this pathetic excuse for a human
being ladies. This is why men are so worthless. This fucking worm has been
begging me for months to humiliate and degrade him. I agreed only if it was in
public so I could exhibit the full depths of his depravity. He bought me thousands
of pounds of gifts on shopping trips to wear the same socks for over 3 weeks
before doing this to him to maximize the humiliation and suffering I was to
inflict upon him. When we got here tonight and was ready to order he
subordinated himself to me and pleaded that I allow him to eat bread served
under my filthy feet and drink the copious amounts of sweat from my socks to
wash it down. What an absolutely disgusting specimen. I only went through with
it for the gifts and to exert my absolute power and will over this abject lowlife.
Now I display him to you to make your own opinions on his worth and value in
our presence. Please feel free to approach, inspect and take your own
photographic evidence of man’s true worth in our society”


As Beth paused the waitress quickly grabbed
my hands and tied them back behind my back with the tablecloth, which was now
fully removed exposing my debasement to the full view of the restaurant. After
a few seconds of what I expect was shock the giggling and laughing started to
emerge from the tables around us. With my arms pinned behind my back and my
head pinned by Beth’s feet I was completely at the mercy of their ridicule. One
by one the women started to approach to satiate their curiosity and wallow in
my suffering. Not one of them offered any pity, remorse or support. They all
looked disgusted, superior and full of contempt. Pictures started going off
left right and centre as their comments and laughter become more and more
audible around me.


Beth’s stunt had completely destroyed me.
Her lies made me sound like a sick, perverted low-life desperate for
humiliation and depravity. Finally my suffering was immortalized when Beth
announced.


“All this worthless pathetic cunt craves is
feet. Stinky, filthy, disgusting feet and socks. I mean how completely fucking sick
is that. I am sure with enough feet in his ugly face he would explode in
raptures. What do think ladies? Fancy exercising your complete control and will
over this contemptible wretch?”


Without hesitation the ladies surrounding
me started to remove their shoes. What the fuck is going on I thought to
myself. Surely they cannot be in on this as well?


Beth then proceeded to remove her
filth-ridden socks and stuff them into my open mouth still agape and stunned at
my situation. Before I could spit them out a large strip of black electric tape
was set across my mouth by the waitress, Lucy. This action locked in the horrific
stench and taste of Beth’s socks sending my body into further nauseating
convulsions. The women scream with laughter as they approached me further. Lucy
then stood up and placed her shoe on my upturned chest and pushed me down to
the ground with a force and vigor I didn’t think possible from someone so
slight.


“Get on the fucking floor footwipe she
screamed. Though you don’t deserve this reward I am going to allow you the
pleasure of engorging your olfactory senses on my precious foot sweat.
Fortunately for you your desire for filth and heightened pungency will be fully
satisfied by my week worn stockings.” The women surrounding me screamed with
delight and anticipation at my pending fate.


With that she kicked off her shoe into my
face further demoting my dignity and then raised her tan stockinged covered
foot about 3 inches from my face. I could clearly see the sweat outline on the
bottom of her foot and the heavily dark discoloration around the toe area to
validate her earlier comment about how long these has been worn for. The stink
was otherworldly and her face was a picture of hate and contempt as she looked
down her nose at me.


“Now beg me for the privilege to imbibe on
my gorgeous foot resplendent with all it’s repulsive fragrance and vile grimy
nastiness.” She hissed at me with an anger and coldness exceeding even Beth’s
worst look.


“Fuck you bitch!” I muffled with the socks
still stuffed in my mouth.


It’s clearly one of those lines that you
hear no matter how much you have obstructing your voice as she went into a fit
of rage that quite frankly scared the shit out of me.


“How fucking dare you maggot” she snarled
and her foot came crashing into my face several times ending with a finale kick
into my private parts.


I screamed through the socks, curled up
like an infant and my eyes began to tear up with the immense pain now running
through my body. I was barely conscious and totally beaten up at this point.
The women watching started laughing hysterically and Beth screamed with delight
screaming.


“Ahh look at the poor pathetic wimp crying
everyone. Perhaps we should give him a break. Perhaps he is really is too weak
to stomach the gifts of humiliation and deprivation we are showering on him.”
Beth sneered. Then just as quickly she emphasised her inner contempt and
rallied the next wave of abuse.


“Go Lucy girl make him have it. Make this
pitiful, miserable cunt suffer! He fucking deserves everything you give him.
When we sat down tonight he said to me all waitresses must be dumb as fuck and
it’s only your looks that could augment your lowly pay-packet with necessary
tips. He then laughed and suggested the tips for you would be pretty lousy based
on your face.” she added goading Lucy to inflict more extreme heights of pain
and suffering.


“Noooo!” I screamed in an effort to
convince Lucy this was a pack of lies but my fate was sealed.


Lucy motioned to Beth to lock my head in
between her thighs to hold me in position, which she did willingly, smiling and
laughing at what was to come. Lucy then brought her foot back to within an inch
of my face and screamed.



“Time to suffer footwipe. Now you will know
the true extent of my wrath!”


With that she lowered he foot onto my face
and began to grind her toes into my cheeks and nose as hard as her legs would
allow her.


“There is no getting away now footwipe.
Your fate is in the mercy of my filthy feet and they will show no fucking
mercy! Now breath in that malodorous redolence as I grind it into your very
soul. This moment will live with you forever as a defining pivot as to why you
will always be beneath me, inferior and servile to my will.” Lucy seethed.


With that she bent down and clutched the toe
portion of her discoloured stockings and started to rip them open allowing her
toes to emerge from their stinky encasement all the while grinding her foot
into my face with all her might.


I was struggling for breath again now with
the revolting socks occupying my mouth and Lucy’s foot pummeling my nasal
passage. I started to squirm for air.


At my clear panic and discomfort Lucy
declared in a superior regal type tone “There is no getting away footwipe. The
only air you are going to get is the rank stale rancid kind you can sniff in
through my toes”. With this she ground her foot harder into my face, gritting
her teeth the venom and hatred clear on her face. “Suffer for me bitch!”


At this point despite my ongoing panic I
noticed something strange happen. Lucy slid her hand down between her legs and
started stroking herself. She was clearly getting off big time from her
complete and utter control over me and the women looking on were getting more
and more aroused. These women were completely fucked up.


Continuing to grind her toes into my face
my nose felt like it was breaking and I was sure I could feel a nosebleed but
this didn’t dissuade Lucy one bit from her orgasmic authority and command over
the situation. In fact the more excited she got continuing to rub herself
vigorously the more pressure she applied to grinding her toes into my face.


Beth exclaimed, “Your feet fucking reek
girl. This is so wrong it’s gotta be right. Now finish him off”. She then proceeded
to pinch her own nose like before to avoid the full effect of the foot stench
wafting up from my face.


At this point the smell had rather passed
me by. Granted her feet and stockings absolutely reeked but the pain on my face
and nose from the incessant grinding had now taken top spot in the agony
competition.


“Not just yet” Lucy interjected. “We need a
finale befitting of the occasion. Something he will never forget. A signature
of our hatred and contempt for him”.  The
screams around me reached fever pitch at this marvelous declaration. At this
point a wicked glint appeared in Lucy’s eye that send a feverous shiver up my
spine. This was going to be bad. Really bad.


Lucy leaned over me bending her knee so she
could get into my face whilst still grinding her foot into my nose. “I am gonna
make a mark on your miserable pathetic life you will never forget footwipe. Beth
remove the tape but keep those rank disgusting socks of yours in his mouth”.


Beth quickly did what she was asked
sporting a confused and curious look in anticipation of what was to come. As
the tape came off it ripped my skin causing me again to yell out at the same
time expelling the nasty socks that were now even more sodden with my saliva
mixed with their initial sweat soaking. Beth acted quickly to push them firmly
back into place adding “They are going nowhere footwipe” and laughed at her
reuse of Lucy’s label for me.


With that Lucy removed her foot finally
from my nose and stopped rubbing herself temporarily. She then used the same
hand to pull the crotch portion of her wet stained panties to one side and
started to lower herself towards my face.


At the sight of this I started to get an
instant erection with the thought of Lucy’s pussy in my face. I thought she was
stunning even if Beth had lied when she misrepresented me earlier to provoke
Lucy into rage and poisonous action. Lucy obviously picked up on this fact and
as she lowered her warm wet pussy onto my face she used her balancing hand to
reach back and start stroking my manhood. What was going on? One minute this
bitch is breaking my nose the next she is virtually having sex with me.


“Your privilege at this point footwipe is
undoubted and absolute. Sniff the warm wet juices of my pussy let the waves of
pleasure wash over you.” She continued rubbing my manhood and I threw my head
back slightly (still between Beth’s thighs as my body started to convulse again
this time with waves of pleasure.


As I lay there letting my body become
overwhelmed with pleasure I felt a rapid increase in the warmth and wetness
enveloping my face. Certain Lucy was getting turned on as much as me I thought
as I continued to wallow in the pleasure of the moment.


I then heard raucous screams of delight and
hysterical laughter all around me. As I shook myself out of my pleasure dream I
realized the source of the furor and my body slumped back in absolute disgust.
I tried all I could to move my head and evade the ultimate depravity that was
being laid upon me but the women around me were now pinning my arms, legs and
torso with their feet so I couldn’t move an inch. Beth despite the situation
was remaining resolutely in place holding my head. “You owe me big time for
this Lucy” she added.   


...More extreme fun to come...
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13 May 2017, 22:27 #8

In this next part the humiliation and degradation reach a rather shocking peak before the story starts to emerge into a more sinister long term set of problems and challenges for Chris.

















Chapter 4 – A defining moment and return to
“normality”


Lucy was crouching over my face blasting a
hot stream of urine into the filthy socks currently occupying my mouth. As the
socks which were badly worn through and full of holes started to soak up the
yellow liquid my mouth started to reluctantly acclimatise to the wretched taste
that was being forced into my body


“Embrace this glorious moment footwipe as I
bestow upon your wretched life your true meaning and purpose among us glorious
women. Drink my golden nectar and know that there will never be another moment
in your sorry existence that will represent you and all you stand for so
truthfully and absolutely. Being utterly defiled and debased by your superiors
is the pinnacle for you. From this point forward we own you and your suffering
will be the only gift you can offer us to appease the attention we afford you”


The stream of piss was not abating. If
anything it was getting stronger and fuller. Lucy was now rubbing herself madly
in orgasmic passion at my utter neglect under her control. She moved slightly
to spread the piss over my face flexing her pelvis and pushing harder to
strengthen and focus the stream into my nose and eyes. “Suffer for me footwipe
you pathetic, insignificant bitch.” she screamed in between her pleasure moans
as the climax started welling up in her body.


With the golden liquid now blocking my nose
I started to panic again, struggling for breath. Beth pulled my mouth shut now
with the rancid socks filled to the brim with Lucy’s piss. She looked down at
me with the same look of disgust and contempt she flirted with earlier and
commanded “If I am gonna sit here getting wet ensuring you get the full effect
of this gift from Lucy by fuck you are gonna suck every last drop out of those
socks and thank her for it cunt.”


I didn’t move and Beth motioned to one of
the women stood just behind Lucy. I could feel immense pain welling up in my
lower regions. Someone was trampling my manhood and the pressure was increasing
by the second.


“Are we clear footwipe?” Beth added wanting
an acknowledgment that I understood her command and would obey without
resistance. I quickly nodded knowing any delay would likely leave me short of
any function down there for the rest of my days.


“Then start chewing and sucking on those
filthy socks drenched in piss you ridiculous, miserable wimp. I want a clear
coherent picture of your suffering to remain with me long after this day. And
also some pictures to remember the event.” She added laughing and then proceeding
to take several shots to mark the event with her phone while Lucy pushed the
last remnants of hot, nasty pee into my face and screamed in ecstasy as she
reached some kind of nasty sadistic orgasm. A number of other women leaned
forward at this point to also take pictures screaming and laughing in delirious
raptures of excitement.


I was visibly grimacing as I chewed and
sucked on the revolting socks extracting the warm yellow fluid from them and
swallowing it as I was instructed. The taste was a world beyond foul and I felt
sick to the pit of my stomach and I continued as best I could but my body was
resisting as best it could for me to stop.


“Have your sucked all my golden gift out of
those revolting socks yet footwipe?” Lucy questioned as she stood up above me
further demonstrating her superiority over me. I nodded cautiously to which I
could see her doubt and anger elevate. “Sorry I muffled” and chewed vigorously
on the sock swallowing all I could muster to ingest.


“Not good enough” Lucy shouted and put her
foot over my mouth and cheeks and proceeded to grind once again with all her
power to ensure the maximum extraction was taken from the socks. After 5
minutes of this she seemed satisfied I had fulfilled my pathetic purpose under
her control.


“Ok you can spit the socks out now footwipe.”
Lucy declared as much to inspect my performance as free up my ability to speak.


“Now thank me and Beth and all the
beautiful ladies here for giving you so much attention, purpose and neglect.”
Lucy shouted. Everyone cheered and laughed.


“Thank you” I murmured.


“What the fuck was that footwipe? Do you
want a real fucking beating under my feet that will mark you for life?” Lucy
seethed. “I want fucking details – the canvas sneakers, the filthy socks, the
rank rancid feet and of course my hot golden nectar! Now I will give you one
more shot at this for your sake make it legendary”


As I summoned all the courage I could to
summarize my ordeal in a meek, servile manor Beth got up and stepped to the
side of me.


“Thank you goddesses for letting me smell
your filthy canvas sneakers. Thank you for allowing me to indulge in your
rancid unwashed socks. Thank you for wiping your malodourous foot sweat and
grime on my face affording me the luxury to take this beautiful experience with
me. And finally thank you for relieving yourself in my face and allowing me to
suck your golden nectar through the filthy socks”. I relented totally abject in
my complete subordination and humiliation.


“Not fucking bad footwipe.” Beth shouted
off to the side and I see her click her phone once again. “That’s gonna make a
perfect home video for you to share with your besties fuck face and for me to
control every aspect of your miserable existence from this day forth.” She
laughed wholeheartedly secure in her absolute victory as Lucy and the others
joined in. “Now put this fuckers lights out Lucy so we can get the fuck out of
this stink pit”


Tears started welling up in my eyes as I
looked up at Lucy for the last time that night. “Night Night footwipe” she smirked.
Her foot was hovering above my head just before she brought in crashing down on
my skull sending me finally into unconsciousness.


As I continued to walk down the street in
the Business district of London towards my destination I started to reflect on
how that night started to unravel my world. In something of a daydream I
continued to play through the next events that had led me to rock bottom…


The next thing I knew I was coming to in
that exact same position. I couldn’t be sure how long I had been out for but it
must have been a while as the restaurant looked pretty much the way it did when
we entered save for the fact that now everyone seemed to have left.


I gathered my thoughts and started to sit
up. Shit my head hurts and I was still covered in filth instantly reminding me
of the ordeal I had suffered that night. I got to my feet and sought the
nearest toilet to get myself cleaned up. After exiting I made my way back along
the same streets me and Beth had trodden hours earlier deep in disturbed
contemplation.


What had caused Beth to flip and become so
sadistic? Why did she wait almost 6 month’s before executing this fiendish
plan? Who was Lucy really and those other women? And most importantly why me? I
am just an on the up reasonably successful consultant. What did they have to
gain by brining me into all this shit?


I paused and then my blood ran cold again
as I recalled Beth’s final words that night “That’s gonna make a perfect home
video for you to share with your besties fuck face and for me to control every
aspect of your miserable existence from this day forth.” Those words rang over
and over in my head driving a dire sense of dread over what lay ahead. On
Monday I was back in work and Beth would be there!


Monday arrived and the pit of my stomach
was churning. I had spent most of Sunday running scenarios through my mind
trying to second-guess what Beth would say and do when we met. What if she had
already sent that video around – that would finish my professional reputation.
I couldn’t face my colleagues and customers with their perception that video
was the real me. Having played through every scenario I resolved that I just
had to go in and act on the spot to whatever was coming my way. I couldn’t
resign and move away. I didn’t have the appetite or resources to make that work
and I had a mortgage on my house to manage in the short term.


It was now 0815 and I was heading up the
steps of our London office into the foyer. I paused and took a brief sweeping
glance at the company sign “Forward Thinking Associates”. This company had been
my life for several years now and I was just starting to make headway with the
chance of the upcoming promotion. Damn I thought. Did Beth’s mother really know
the selection committee or was that just another case of her playing me? Only
time would tell.


As I walked across the foyer and brushed my
access pass over the security gate to pass through I heard a stern voice behind
me. “Chris, I need a word. Now”. I spun around to see Beth standing behind me
resplendent, beautiful and utterly formidable in her navy blue business suit,
sky blue open shirt, flesh coloured stockings and black pumps. She had her
hands on her hips and her head was slightly tipped back so she could sneer as
she looked down her nose at me.


Snapping out of my frozen panic I reminded
myself that me and Beth were peers at work. She had no power or authority over
me here and she certainly wouldn’t make a scene in the company foyer as it
would damage her reputation as much as mine. “Sorry Beth I stammered I am
running late and need to jump straight to the office”. As I started to turn
towards the lifts Beth grabbed my arm.


“Oh I think you are going to want to
prioritise my needs a little better than that don’t you Chris?” She snarled.
Then leaning in towards me so only I could hear added “After all I own you now
footwipe. My wants and needs are your orders. Don’t fucking test me!” She then
backed away resuming her composure and professional standing to complete her
instruction. “We can get one of the grab and go meeting rooms here on the
ground floor Chris to discuss my proposition”.


The way she was able to slip between
sadistic bitch and supercool professional colleague was frankly frightening. I
decided to hear her out figuring it would at least give me an insight to her
plans and create an opportunity for me to work out a response of my own. Seeing
consent in the nod I offered she turned and made her way to the meeting rooms
with me in tow.


As I entered Beth was already sat at the
head of the table staring intently at me. “Close the door Chris we are going to
need a little privacy for this discussion.” she added. I didn’t like the sound
of that but closed the door as instructed and turned to walk towards Beth ready
to take the seat next to her.


“Not there you stupid fuck. On the floor
here by my feet. I want to be looking down on your miserable face while I tear
your life apart. And anyway I know how much you love my sweaty feet right?” She
then proceeded to laugh out so loud I thought someone outside would hear but to
my relief remembered these rooms were professionally soundproofed. I took a
seat underneath Beth as instructed while she finished gorging herself on
laughter at my utter despair.


I waited and listened intently whilst she
deliberately paused for at least two minutes holding me in suspense. All the
time she continued looking at me with contempt and disgust and an evil smirk on
her calculating face.


She then spoke finally breaking a truly
uncomfortable silence on my part. “Ok here is how this works. The video I took
on Saturday is now with a select group. It is not my intention to use it to
break you as I believe you are already aware that I own you completely now
anyway. You will do whatever I say immediately without thought, personal
consideration or despite consequence. I will allow you to maintain some degree
of professional dignity here at the office but only within the boundaries that
you remain a personal advocate of all my thoughts and ideas and my management
instructions. At this point you should consider yourself under me in all
aspects.” She paused to allow the words to resonate then went on.


“As my personal toy I may exert certain
humiliations and degradations on you in front of our work colleagues from time
to time but I will you allow you to maintain a minimum working level of dignity
just enough to keep you employed here. Understand?” She paused again this time
staring at me intently for a response.


“Why are you doing this to me Beth?” I
asked in an almost pleading pathetic tone.


At this Beth’s face returned to that all
too familiar picture of rage as she grabbed both chair arms, lifted her torso
off the seat and brought her shoe crashing into my chest sending me hurling
across the floor and leaving a dirty black stain on my fresh white shirt. Pain
was coursing through my body again as she added “I didn’t tell you that you could
ask questions” She screamed. “I just wanted to ensure your stupid idiotic brain
got my point for fuck sake.”


Realising this conversation was one-way
traffic and was going nowhere from my perspective I again nodded my head in
consent. “What?” She screamed. “Yes I understand and I will try to live up to
your expectations.” I offered dejectedly through the stabbing pain in my chest.


“Oh and another thing footwipe. You will
refer to me at all times from this point as Goddess unless among business
company when you may call me Miss Constance. Understand?” She announced
triumphantly. “Yes Goddess.” I replied.


“Ok good now before you go I will have you
wipe the mud off my black pumps with your face. I had to walk across the park
on my way to work today and they got all fucked up. You may only use your
tongue to remove stubborn stains and any final morsels of filth that your
miserable face cannot remove. Once complete you can get the fuck out of my
presence and await my next orders. Now get to work footwipe!” Beth laughed in
my face pretty much non-stop as I leaned forward to clean up her shoes as
ordered.


Once complete she got up and said “I am not
even going to reward you with a slap bitch because your face is so filthy. Go
and clean yourself up for fucks sake. This is a professional office”. At that
she laughed once more at her own sadistic humour, turned and walked out through
the door.


...Check back to see how hard work can really be...
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15 May 2017, 07:11 #9

Thank you all for your continued support and kind comments. I hope the story keeps pace with your expectations

Rikudo - I hope the tastes you mention are being well covered in the story?

OneAuthor - Thanks for the suggestions. Hope I have corrected that all ok now.

DaveyNotDavid and Ftrest2013 - Very kind feedback guys. I have a lot of parts in the pipeline for this story - hope they continue to please!
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16 May 2017, 00:30 #10

Another update this one focusing on Beth's continuing exploits back at the office. Hope you enjoy.

















Chapter 5 – Hell on earth at Forward
Thinking Associates Part 1






Over the next 2-3 weeks I tried my level
best to give Beth a wide birth and avoid her at all possible opportunities. I
even swung a couple of sick days to avoid needing to go into the office but
thought that would just run my own career into the ground as a long term
approach. Despite my best efforts she conspired to arrange a number of
interactions to remind me of her intensions to see through her commitment to my
suffering and humiliation.


The first of those interactions was two
days after our ground floor meeting. Beth and myself were sitting with Porsche
and Grace in a presentation review going through some slides in one of the
smaller meeting rooms that could seat 4. Porsche was really haughty, a typical
stuck up private school and Oxbridge graduate, who had the looks and
intelligence to go with the family money. She had long flowing straight blonde
hair, ice blue eyes and a slender defined face. She was at least 5’9” and had
jaw-dropping legs that every man had to concentrate hard not to ogle. Grace was
generally quiet but when she spoke it really counted. She arguably had the best
brain in the business but not the management appetite to back it up and earn
her the promotions she clearly deserved. She was super cute to go with that
with her short mousey brown hair, dark brown doe-eyes and pensive lips which
she used to rest her teeth on when deep in considered thought. She was about 5’
5” tall.


The air conditioning was out in that
meeting room and the others didn’t have a working projector for the slide
review. It was the end of the day and most people had left the office except
for a few super keen senior managers down the other end of the office. I was
sat at the back of the table with Porsche and Grace flanking me on one side and
Beth on the other. I was working the slides on the insistency of Beth, which I
of course obeyed leaving Beth, Porsche and Grace to have the lion share of
intellectual exchanges about the content. Give we had been in this room for
close to 3 hours now we were all sweating and getting increasingly irritable
knowing the deadline was first thing in the morning to have a final proof and
print for the executive meeting.


To this point I had become increasingly
bored listening to their review thoughts but was afraid to interject so as not
to antagonize Beth in front of the others. Eventually following a somewhat
long-winded passage of thoughts from Porsche I lost my silent composure and
leapt in with a few thoughts of my own to improve the final draft. Immediately
Beth cast me a scathing stare. It must have been pretty frightening as Porsche
and Grace stopped in their tracks observing the change of mood. Realising she
had been seen Beth regained her composure and retorted in a calm collected
manner “That really is a fucking stupid idea Chris. After 3 hours of sweating
it out in this shitty meeting room is that the best you can offer?”


Porsche and Grace looked at me stunned
waiting for my response. There wasn’t one. I dropped my head and murmured
“Sorry Miss Constance”. Porsche and Grace let our a little giggle seeing how
pathetic I looked and how easily I had been put down.


“It’s so bloody hot in here and we still
have a good hour left on this guys” Beth added “let’s push on”. She then span
her chair slightly and propped her feet up on the table about 6 inches in front
of my face blocking my view of the slides. Astonished by the sheer bravado of
such a move Grace chimed in trying to dissipate some of the embarrassment
rising on my face. “How is Chris going to see the slides with your feet in
front of his face?”


“Well given his last contribution I don’t
think we will be losing any sleep over that lost opportunity right ladies?”
Beth snorted and the girls all proceeded to laugh in unison. “Anyway we all
need to contribute here even you Chris” Beth declared turning her attention
back to me. “As you have nothing intellectually to add to this exercise you can
remove my shoes and rub my feet for me whilst we finish the review. At least
that way you will be adding something. Ok with you Chris?”


Porsche and Grace fully expected me to walk
out at that point especially given how humiliating this would be and more to
the point how nasty this would be rubbing hot sweaty feet not 6 inches from my
face. But they didn’t know the deeper more disturbed truth of the matter. Their
jaws dropped when my head stooped and I uttered “Of course Miss Constance.
Whatever I can do to help make the review a success”. “Great. That’s what I
thought.” Beth added wryly. “Good to see you are capable of being a good team
player Chris”.


“In fact come to think of it Porsche and
Grace don’t want to be distracted by my hot sweaty rank feet filling up the
room whilst we finish the review. They are literally dripping with sweat in
these stockings especially stuck in this room for goodness knows how long now.”
Beth said in a superior and self assured way. “So you will need to rub their
feet at the same time so they don’t get sidetracked by my stench”.


Beth then looked back at Porsche and Grace
waiting for their response. Porsche’s was immediate “Fucking A yeah. My feet
are killing me and the thought of getting them rubbed all over now is too good
to pass up”. I was amazed that Porsche didn’t even stop for a second to
consider what I would feel like with all these hot sweaty feet stuck up in my
face. She then proceeded to kick off her black flats and prop her bare sweaty
feet up in front of my face next to Beth’s. Her feet were slender with long
delicate toes a good size 9 UK to match her height. They also carried a strong
musty scent to them showing that even pretty feet get nasty in flat shoes
without socks when you sit in this heat long enough.


Grace was much more hesitant.


“What’s up Grace? Don’t want to take up
Chris’ offer?” Beth enquired. At which point I thought my offer? More like my
fucking order!


“Well,“ Grace added “I forgot to bring my
shoes and pantyhose to gym this morning and so after I had finished I had to
put my dirty socks and trainers back on. They really are going to stink so bad
and I already have a bad foot odour problem which I inherited from my mother”.


“Wow too much information Grace,” Porsche
added “perhaps you are right to opt out.”


Sensing her opportunity Beth exclaimed
“Nonsense I have just the thing!” and started shuffling around in her work bag.
After around 10 seconds she produced 3 pairs of swimming nose clips. “These
will be perfect to ensure we don’t suffer from the smell and get distracted during
our slide review”.


I thought who the hell keeps 3 pairs of
nose clips in their bag unless they are a sadistic bitch who loves enslaving
poor bastards like me to sniffing rank feet?


Grace questioned “But what about Chris?
Won’t he be the one most in need of a pair with all of our rank feet up in his
face?” feeling somewhat embarrassed by the nature of the enquiry she was
posing.


“Well let’s ask Chris shall we”. Beth slid
her attention back to me and whispered under her breath just so to be out of
range for the other girls “You are gonna fucking do this for us footwipe whether
you like it or not or it’s game over for you!” Before adding in a much more
audible tone. “So Chris are you prepared to take one for the team and rub our
feet while we finish the review? It should be a pleasure for you to rub such
pretty feet I am sure you will be bragging all over the office about it
tomorrow! In turn we will add a credit for you in the final paper to show you contributed.”
She then paused and all three girls looked at me for a response. Beth held a
scolding look of expectancy.


I knew at this point that I was going to
have to overcome these humiliating compromises at least until I could plan a
way out of my predicament otherwise that video would be all over the office and
my job and house in the gutter. “Of course Miss Constance. It would be a
pleasure.” I uttered reluctantly summoning my best effort at a smile of
appreciation.


Before I could even finish the words all
three pairs of feet were up on the table inches from my face. The girls had put
their nose clips firmly in place and were back focused on the slides and deep
in intellectual exchanges.


“Get to it then footb…Chris” Beth swilled
mid-sentence when my reluctance to start rubbing their stinky feet caused a
delay in my order response time. “Get to your foot duties team player”. Before
laughing once more and returning her focus to the slides.


Beth and Porsche’s feet were pretty stinky
but both had clearly been washed that morning so though bad with a full day of
sweating in work shoes and 3 hours of intense meeting room heat were just about
bearable.  Grace’s size 6 feet however
were a different kettle of fish. Embarrassed by the raw smell of her feet she
had left her white (now grey) athletic socks on (you could clearly see the
outline of her dainty feet in the dirty toe prints on the underside of the
socks) to try and dampen the raucous odour. But that was nowhere near cutting
it. Her feet were so nasty they were clearly itching her as every couple of
minutes she would rub them together in front of my face releasing layer after
layer of their revolting toxicity.


I really did my best to rub those rank feet
over that last hour and Beth gleefully threw in the occasional humiliation to
keep me focused like. “Don’t get too used to the smell Chris’ you won’t have
the pleasure of this every day”, “At least you found your professional calling
in life” and “I think you are starting to enjoy stinky feet and socks just a
little too much, Chris. Is there something you aren’t telling us?”


After around 45 minutes I really needed to
throw up and couldn’t hold out any longer the combination of heat and acrid
stench in my face had really got to me. I asked Beth to be excused for a minute.
Beth examining my clear discomfort and not wanting sick all over the room just
waved her hand at the door allowing me to leave. I really made the most of that
break and took as much of the remaining time up to the hour to hold out on
returning to my duties. When I finally returned the ladies were wrapping up.
Beth gave me a knowing look that said I am aware you just backed out of your
duties and for that you will pay but didn’t comment until she then turned and
declared.


“Ok great job everyone. The slides are
finished and we have done a great job. Drinks are on me. I know you can’t come
Chris as you have other plans.” Which I didn’t but that was Beth’s way of
telling me I wasn’t welcome to join. “So why don’t you just finish up by
kissing our feet and thanking us for including you in our review and giving you
such an important role in making it happen?” The girls all erupted in laughter
clearly now acclimatized to a level of comfort with humiliating me.


I bent down and pecked Porsche’s pretty
slender toes and Beth’s beautiful arches before reluctantly darting a near miss
kiss at Grace’s rank socks to avoid a reoccurrence of the sickness her feet had
subjected me to only 15 minutes prior. Grace looked rather offended and Beth
leapt up on seeing this and grabbed my hair. “Don’t be so fucking disrespectful
Chris. Give Grace’s feet a proper kiss of gratitude and apologise” She seethed.


Grace started to withdraw her feet saying
“It’s ok Beth.” To which Beth said “Absolutely not Grace you have been a star
in this review and we would never have got such a great result without you. All
this idiot had to do was rub feet for an hour and he couldn’t even manage that.
Now get your face back in Grace’s feet, take the biggest whiff you can muster
Chris then kiss them and apologise.”


Grace now seemed quite uncomfortable “No
really Beth they are really rank it’s no problem.” To which Beth lividly
retorted, “There is no problem here right Chris? You know what you need to do”.


Utterly despondent at my pending fate I
replied “You are right Be…Miss Constance” losing my thoughts and composure for
a second and nearly saying Beth. “Grace can I please apologise as Miss
Constance has suggested?” My servile demeanour giving Grace renewed confidence
and assertiveness she pushed her rank socked feet back to within one inch of my
face. “Very well if you really insist. You may.” she giggled.


As I stooped down to place my face close to
Grace’s feet Beth grabbed my hair again and pushed my nose forcefully into the
awaiting malodourous socks right between the toes. “Now get your nose right in
there and sniff for all your pathetic might and stop being such a fucking wimp!
And you can forget that presentation credit!” I took the best sniff I could
muster just at the same time that Grace cupped her toes around my nose and the
revolting stench entering my nasal passage immediately brought back the
sickness I felt before. I quickly kissed Grace’s foot and said “Thank you
Grace. I am really sorry for my inconsiderate actions please forgive me.”
Before running out of the room and back to the toilet to throw up again.


“Bloody men” Beth exclaimed. “They are so
fucking stupid and pathetic. I am really sorry ladies. I hope Chris’ actions
weren’t too embarrassing for you and that you at least got some value out of
his modest contribution to our review?”


Porsche added “I didn’t know how pathetic
Chris was until I see how easily you can boss him around. It was quite
empowering especially having my feet rubbed. Funnily enough by the end it kind
of felt right that we had him do that. And I am sure as you said Beth he was
starting to enjoy it. How fucking weird.”


Grace added “Well I was still quite
embarrassed especially given that my feet smelt so badly. Nobody in their right
mind would want to rub them. Which I suppose backs up Porsche’s point about how
pathetic he is. I must confess however when you made him sniff my feet knowing
how rank they were it gave me a girly twinge between my legs.” She then giggled
as Beth smiled knowingly.


“Grace too much information” Porsche added
as they all laughed.


“Let’s keep this little adventure between
us shall we ladies” Beth added wanting to keep control of the situation and
more importantly me. “I am sure we can construct another excuse to get a foot
rub when we have our next review in a month’s time. Now let me have those nose
pegs back in case we need them.”


Beth then finalized “I think you ladies
have a bright, confident and prosperous future given everything that has
happened tonight” raising a little confusion for Grace and Porsche who didn’t
understand the true meaning of the comment beyond the executive presentation.


“Now lets go grab that drink.” Beth added.


As they walked out Porsche enquired, “Why
does Chris call you Miss Constance, Beth?” 


Beth replied “Lets pick that one up over
drink ladies shall we?” and they exited.
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