I am a thirty-four-year-old bachelor with a good paying job. One night, last summer, I went to a bar after work to beat the heat and have a few beers. I was about halfway through my first Heineken when a young lady sat down next to me and started to complain about how tired her feet were after a long day at work. Trudy, as it turned out, was a twenty-two-year-old nursing student working in a local hospital during the summer. She is a five-feet-one-inch blonde with long, silky legs and full, well-rounded breasts.

We talked for about half an hour with most of the conversation centering around her hot, sore feet. I finally worked up the courage to invite her up to my apartment for a drink. Trudy accepted on the condition that a foot massage be included in the invitation. Needless to say, I was more than willing to oblige her.

When we entered my apartment, I went over to the bar to fix us a drink, and Trudy made a beeline for the recliner. I brought the drinks into the living room and found Trudy sprawled in the chair like a goddess. She had her feet propped up, and her high heels were on the floor. When I handed her her drink, she also grabbed mine. With a sly half-smile, she said, “Before you drink this, you have a little task to perform.”

I took her left foot in my hand and started massaging it. After about fifteen minutes, Trudy made me move to her right foot. I was in heaven, and the bulge in my pants was proof. Suddenly Trudy pulled her feet under her dress and said, “That was adequate, Theodore, but you might as well do it right.” She then instructed me to turn around and close my eyes. When I turned, Trudy had her pantyhose off and her bare legs were extended toward me from under her summer dress. I reached for her feet again, but she pulled them back and, with annoyance in her voice, exclaimed, “Really, I’d rather that you use your mouth.” I almost came right then and there.

I delicately lifted her foot and took her toes in my mouth. I licked and cleaned her feet for what seemed like hours, while Trudy just lay back like a queen and directed my mouth and hands. Finally, she brought her delectable foot up to my forehead and pushed me away. She then ordered me to turn around so she could put her pantyhose and shoes back on. She then looked at me and said, “Well, Theodore, you enjoyed sucking my little feet, didn’t you? I think you deserve a reward. Take off your clothes.”

After I stripped, I leaned over to kiss this young beauty, but she pushed me away and said that if I wanted to come, I had better do what she said. She ordered me to put my hands behind my head. When she started to rub my cock, I started to tremble, and right before I was ready to come, she took me in her mouth. I came in about two seconds, and when Trudy was done draining me, she reached over to the table and grabbed my drink, then spit my come into the glass. She then grabbed the back of my hair and forced me to drink. As Trudy walked out the door, she made a note of my telephone number and said, “I’m sure my feet will need you again.”

For the next few weeks I dreamed about Trudy, hoping she would call. Just when I was ready to give up, the phone rang. It was Trudy, and she did not sound happy. She had been on her feet for the last twelve hours, and she said she was not in the mood for any back talk. I was to wait by my front door, naked and with a drink in my hand. Who was I to argue? I stripped, made her a drink and then stood by the door and waited.

Two hours later Trudy strutted into my apartment, took the drink from me and stretched out on the recliner. Once she was comfortable, she called me to her side and told me to turn around and not to say a word unless told to. She handcuffed my hands behind my back and tied a blindfold over my eyes. She then had me kneel at her feet. “This time you have to do the work,” she said.

She kicked off her shoes. and I could smell her sweaty feet. I started sucking right through her nylons. Trudy then reached down and slapped my face twice. “I didn’t tell you to suck,” she shouted. “Keep your mouth closed until I say.” She was in charge. I could hear her slip her stockings off her pretty legs. I was ordered to clean her legs with my mouth. After about two hours of my oral attentions, Trudy took off the blind-fold and had me sit on the floor at her feet. She stuck the toe section of one stocking in my mouth and ordered me to masturbate while she watched.

My hands were still cuffed behind my back, but Trudy just started laughing and ordered me to do it in her shoe, then lick it up. As soon as I stuck my cock in Trudy’s pretty pump, I came like a fountain. I then worked my mouth into her shoe and licked it clean. Trudy pulled out a list of instructions, took off the cuffs and said that if I wanted to service her again, I would have to follow the instructions to the letter. She then walked out the door.

The instructions were as follows:

1. I was to wait by my front door every night from seven until ten in case her feet needed attention.

2. I was to wait naked, on my knees, with a drink in my hand.

3. I was not to see other women or masturbate, and not to come in any way without her permission.

4. I was not to speak or move without her oral or written permission.

For the next three weeks, I put my life on hold and waited by my door, following her instructions to a T Finally, I had the most humiliating and sexually exciting time of my life. At 7:01 one night, the door popped open and in breezed Trudy with two of her friends, Carole and Lucy. Carole was a twenty-one-year-old dance instructor with long black hair, about five-seven. She was wearing a black, see-through tank top, a black leather mini-skirt and black high-heeled pumps. Lucy was about four inches taller than Trudy and just as beautiful. Lucy was wearing a bikini top and cutoffs, with high heels.

As soon as they were all sitting down, Trudy looked at me and said, “Get that stupid look off your face and fix us some drinks.” Carole said, “Well, Trudy, it looks like you got him trained. Does he cook, too?” After I served the drinks, Trudy cuffed my hands behind my back, but she did not blindfold me. I hadn’t come in about four weeks, so I was ready to do anything she said. She ordered me to clean Carole’s feet first. On my knees, I crawled over to where Carole was sitting and started to lick one of her sexy black pumps. Carole looked down at me and, with the toe of her other pump, very lightly brushed against the underside of my balls. That was all it took; I shot my come all the way up to Carole’s pretty knee. Trudy was not amused.

First, Trudy made me lick up all my come off Carole’s leg and shoe. Then she blindfolded me and told me to do Lucy’s feet. They were very dirty, because she had been at the park all day. It took me a long time to lick off all the dirt and sweat, but I was in heaven the whole time.

I spent the rest of that night blind-folded and handcuffed, licking and serving the women’s feet, while they talked about other men as if I was not even there. As they were leaving, Trudy told me to always be prepared because I would never know when she might stop by. Now I wait naked by the door every night, hoping to serve the lady with the sexy legs and pretty feet.