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THE MIRROR   Part 3. by  David.

Having bought the antique mirror for Debbie’s Mum,Doris,as a present for her birthday next week,I had suggested to Debbie,that I could store it at my house,where Doris would not see it,thereby keeping the element of happy surprise intact,for her birthday.

For no better reason,than that it was the best place to store it,as I did not have a TV set,I placed ‘The Mirror’ where a TV would have gone,if I had one,in front of my most comfortable chair.This caused me to chuckle to myself,when I remembered about what the previous owner’s wife had said,about her husband “sitting in front of it all the time”,and that “he has not done a single stroke of work,around the house,since he bought the damned thing,5 years ago”.Her husband,the previous owner of ‘The Mirror’,had told me that ‘The Mirror’ had been designed and made by Arthur Fosdyke,a 19^th century occultist,and that “it is said in Legend,that the owner of ‘The Mirror’,would be the recipient of it’s special powers”,and,the very idea,the sheer absurdity of it,caused me to break out into a fresh burst of amused,incredulous chuckles.Special powers,indeed! Ha ha ha!!

But,then,I found myself sobering,as I felt a creeping pang of superstitious unease. I remembered about the mysterious reflections,about the wonderful,exciting images,that I had seen in ‘The Mirror’,as Debbie and I had prepared to lift and load it into the boot of the car. I had been shocked,to immobility,at the sight of a beautiful pair of tanned,mule shod feet,the lady’s toenails,painted a most attractive shade of pink.Then,the loading of ‘The Mirror’ was again interrupted,as I was stunned to stillness once again,awestruck,as I saw,in ‘The Mirror’,a young blonde woman stop in her tracks,and stand on one leg to take off her other pump,to enable her to perform the rather irksome,though necessary task,of removing a stone,or something,from it. And,as she did so,I could see the whole of the sole of her pretty,bare foot.Her heel,with slightly rough skin on the outer edges,was wonderful,and peach like,and it was a lovely, reddish pink,in colour.Also,I remembered the amazing clarity,the fantastic detail,of these images,and the sheer perfection of the colours.And I remembered also,that when I turned around,to behold these wondrous visions in the flesh,that all I could see,was an empty,quiet,residential street,with just Debbie and myself there,about to load ‘The Mirror’ into the boot of the car.

So,now,having finished my coffee at the kitchen table,where I had curiously pondered over these inexplicable,and singularly bizarre events,I returned to my living room,and sat in my most comfortable chair.Facing ‘The Mirror’. And waited.

Now,I remembered about Debbie’s poor,injured back,which she had hurt,by not bending her legs at the knees when lifting a heavy object.She seemed to think that I was at fault,somehow,and I suppose I was. I should not have let her meddle with ‘mens work’,like lifting.Oh,well,what’s done,is done,I suppose.Still,something good came of it,I now realised,with happy relief.At least Debbie won’t be dragging me off “kicking and screaming” for foot fetish counselling,any time soon,and--------OH…….MY……GOD!!!

Suddenly,’The Mirror’ was filled with a vision,that nearly stopped my heart,with the most profound shock,and disbelief! Instead of stopping,though,my heart kicked and bucked,and pounded furiously in my chest,like a small wild animal,struggling to escape from the trap that has just snared it,in it’s heroic efforts to cope with this sudden,and,surely unsustainable,sensory overload.And I thought that I must have gone quite insane.

It was’nt just vision,either.There was wonderfully clear sound,too! As I listened,I heard a kind of background noise,a combined,confused blend,of quiet discussions,animated conversations,idle chit chat,banter,and occasional laughter,which was pleasantly spiced and sweetened,with the musical sounding flirtatious giggles,of the Pub’s tipsy female drinkers. The Pub? Yes!! I was now flabbergasted to realise,that I knew exactly where this place was! And that I knew exactly what I was seeing! For,I had been in this same place,and I had seen these same,glorious sights,only last night,in the Pub!

For,now,’The Mirror’ was filled with the unforgettable,and unmistakable,beautiful,sexy,slightly dirty bare feet,of Sharon and Jennifer,the 2 blonde girls,who had punished,and publicly humiliated me,and,by her association with me,Debbie,too,last night,in the Pub,after I had been caught staring at their feet,by Joan,the barmaid.

Sharon,by angrily and indignantly slapping my face,very hard,and Jennifer,by contemptuously pouring the pint of lager that Debbie had just bought for me,slowly,and carefully over my head,had brought my ‘perverted’ conduct,which had been exposed by Joan,the barmaid,to the attention of everyone in the Pub,and had caused an amused commotion,as I was laughed at,derisively,and ridiculed,by the somewhat tipsy,and boisterous Pub goers.

Now,I looked at my watch. It was just after 8 p.m.,and the Pub sounded quite busy.Music blared from the Juke Box,and it was evident that some of the Pub goers had already ‘had a few’,if their colourful language and uncouth behaviour,was any kind of a guide.

Just like last night,Sharon and Jennifer were perched prettily on their barstools,like 2 gloriously plumaged,exotic parrots. And,also just like last night,they had kicked off their flip flops,for their greater comfort,and they were resting their now rather dirty bare feet on a rung of their barstools,like 2 synchronised,and like minded twin sisters. I now simultaneously thought that my heart must burst,with such sweet joy,unable to cope,with such unimagined ecstasy, and I was also terrified,that this glorious vision would at any moment be snatched away from me,and that ‘The Mirror’ would return to it’s normal reflective surface,and that this blissful,undreamed of vision,was merely the effect of some kind of mysterious and momentary synapse aberration in my brain,or something like that. I was quite beyond myself! I didn’t know what to think!

But,I knew what to look at! Now,tears of pure,ineffable happiness coursed down my face,as I rapturously watched the bare,dirty toes of ‘The Barstool Blondes’,(as I was starting to think of them),Sharon and Jennifer,flex,scrunch,and wiggle,as though their feet actually had minds of their own,actually had their own intelligence,and that they were expressing their own,individual,and quite unique,playful,flirty personalities,as Sharon and Jennifer once again engaged their friend,the barmaid,Joan,in familiar, companionable conversation,and chatted pleasantly with her,as and when her work behind the bar allowed it.

The picture clarity,and the amazing,incredible detail,and the sheer perfection of the colours of ‘The Mirror’,was,I felt,almost enough to unhinge me from my increasingly tenuous hold on my sanity. I marvelled, at the ‘out of this world’ perfect brilliance of ‘The Mirror’. It made ‘High Definition TV look like old,and long forgotten,antiquated black and white TV technology. The focus was incredibly sharp. I could clearly see,in the most minute detail,when ‘The Mirror’ zoomed in to extreme close up,as though some unlikely and improbable cameraman, was acting at the behest of his equally unlikely and improbable director,the swirls and patterns,the troughs and ridges,that was like the cartography of some amazing ordnance survey map of their bare feet.The most intimate details,were laid bare,and the secrets revealed,of all their wrinkles, the pads of their toes,their heels,and the balls of their feet,which were even more pronounced,and thrown into even sharper relief,due to their feet being quite dirty. Of course,I now had the wonderful benefit of ‘The Mirror’ to aid me in my close scrutiny of their bare feet,but,I did not think that ‘The Barstool Blondes’ Sharon and Jennifer,had washed their feet,since I had last seen them,in the Pub last night.They were dirtier and grimier, I was sure.

But,the best thing of all,oh!,glory be!,by far,oh!,praise be!,was that I could actually stare,and gawp,and ogle,and admire,and openly ‘salivate’,over this most delicious of eye candy,with total,complete,and absolute impunity!!! I was not,going to be slapped,very hard,across my face! I was not,going to have a pint of lager poured slowly and carefully,over my head! I was not,going to bring shame,embarrassment,disrepute,and ridicule down on my head,and,by her association with me,upon Debbie’s head,too! I was not! I was not!!

I got to my knees,in front of ‘The Mirror’.Partly,in a reverent worship,but also to see if I was able to smell Sharon and Jennifer’s bare,dirty feet,or touch them,or even lick them,to taste them, Oh! How I longed to kiss their feet! In respect,in adoration,in reverent worship,and in lust! But,alas,I found to my vast disappointment, that ‘The Mirror’ did not grant me those immeasurably wonderful,and satisfying pleasures. So,I returned to the comfort of my favourite chair,and tried,in vain,to settle myself down,to get some kind of a grip,on my state of extreme excitement,and to watch ‘The Mirror’,as though I was making myself comfortable,to watch ‘The Monday Matinee’ at the cinema,and all that was missing,was the popcorn. But,’The Monday Matinee’,was never like this!

Now,I started to listen more carefully to the conversation of the 3 girls,just as I had listened to them last night,as I had eavesdropped on them,and now,I was shocked,but also very excited,to realise that they were talking about me! Yes!! About me!!! Joan,the dark haired,rather pretty,footsore barmaid,who had caught me,and had informed on me last night,was talking to her 2 blonde friends,who were perched on their barstools,and whose glorious,dirty bare feet,that I was most avidly watching,with complete,and wonderful impunity,and totally without the usual,attenendant hazards and risks,and the ever present danger,and fear of being caught,and exposed,and denounced,and ridiculed,and shamed,and punished,were already driving me wild!

Now,I heard Joan say,with indignant,outraged disbelief,in her voice,”I can’t believe that guy last night,Sharon! Can you believe that guy last night,Jennifer,staring at your feet,like that? What a sad,pathetic,total loser! Ha ha ha ha!!” Now,Sharon’s toes scrunched,and flexed,as she replied,”it’s his girlfriend I feel sorry for,Joan.But,having said that,she should know better than to hang out with a guy from Losersville”. Now,it was Jennifer’s toes,that burst into fresh activity,as though they were the keys on some strange Telegraph system,wiggling,and tapping out her reply to the message just received. “Yes! You are SO right,Shaz! It serves herself right! I don’t know how any girl could land herself with such a pervy,pathetic loser,as that guy!”

I had got an instant,raging hard on,from the moment I saw Sharon and Jennifer’s sexy,dirty,toe wiggling,toe scrunching bare feet,as they perched upon their barstools,as revealed to me,so magnificently,by courtesy of ‘The Mirror’. Now,listening raptly to their conversation,as they in turn contemptuously ridiculed and derided me,I found that I was struggling to breathe. It seemed difficult,now,to draw sufficient air into my starved lungs,as my pulse quickened,then raced,as I listened to these 3 girls, thoroughly degrading me. It was an oh!,so sweet feeling of humiliation,that was just too sweet to bear,for much longer.

Now,Sharon,who had last night angrily and indignantly slapped my face,very hard,said to the barmaid,Joan,with a mischievous,teasing,saucy laugh,”hey!,Joan. You keep saying that your feet are always hurting you,from standing up,and working behind this bar all evening. You are always complaining to us,about that,Joan! Don’t you think that sad,worthless loser would make a nice little foot servant for you?”. Taking her cue from Sharon ,Jennifer now also joined in,teasing Joan,the footsore barmaid. “I don’t know about that,Shaz. Don’t you think his girlfriend might have something to say,about that?”,she giggled. Sharon responded,”well,maybe she wouldn’t mind, terribly, if Joan explained her very deserving case to her,and asked her nicely,if she could borrow her sad,useless,worthless,pathetic little loser,ha ha ha ha!!”. Now Joan was breathless,and bent double,with the force of her mirth,and,it was nearly a minute,before Jennifer,too,recovered enough to continue,and she now prolonged their little teasing game. “Yeah,Joan,would’nt you just like to take that pathetic little wimp home with you,after a long,tiring evening working behind this bar,and have him massage your poor,tired,aching feet,for you? Wouldn’t you like to make him kneel,before you,and let him massage your hot,sweaty,stinky feet,for you,with his tongue,while you relax on the couch,with a drink,and watch a little late night TV , until you are ready to go to bed,wonderfully soothed and relaxed,by the obedient attentions of your little foot servant,and then you can send him home. Maybe you could tell him to give you his phone number,so that you can have him ‘on call’. Doesn’t that little scenario sound so,so good,to you,Joan. Don’t you think you deserve a little bit of pampering,Joan?.Just think of having that sad little loser there,on his knees,at your feet,sucking on your hot,sweaty,stinky,sticky little toes! What do you say,Joan?”. I could see that Joan was more than a little flushed,from the saucy teasing of her 2 friends,’The Barstool Blondes’.

And,Joan was not the only one,who was flushed! Now,I really thought I was going to lose it,to go totally crazy,with the emotions that rocked my mind,and excited my body,almost beyond any further endurance. Their flippant,casual humiliation of me,was of such a bitter/sweet intensity,that I knew I could not take much more of it. I just couldn’t! Yet I wanted more! Craved more! During Sharon and Jennifer’s delicious teasing of Joan,I continued staring at those teasing,tormenting,dirty bare feet,with an ever increasing hunger,and lust. And I wanted to,longed,to,worship,to adoringly and reverently,kiss,their feet. Oh! Yes! To kiss them!  ,WHILE,  they so thoroughly humiliated and degraded me. FOR,humiliating me,and degrading me,so mercilessly,so sweetly,so beautifully,and so exquisitely. I wished that I could be ‘stationed’,right there,at their feet,behind their barstools,as their pathetic little foot dog. There,for the ‘sole purpose’,of lapping and slurping away at their dirty bare feet,licking them clean,as they relaxed,over a pleasant,civilised,congenial drink,and a chat,at the bar. Oh! Just the thought of it! Heaven! Oh!,to be their foot dog! Surely,I have gone mad now,I thought,as many such thoughts paraded across my mind,in a relentless procession,like demo banners,carried by perverted lunatics.

There was a moment or two of silence,and then both Sharon and Jennifer could contain their mirth no longer,and they burst out laughing,at the expression on the face of their friend,Joan,the footsore barmaid. “Oh! You two!! You are impossible!! Do you know that?”,laughed Joan,delightedly,loving the outrageous teasing,by her two friends. “Anyway”,continued Joan,between her giggles,”that pathetic little loser is not likely to come back here now,is he? Not after the way that you two sorted him out last night,and right in front of his girlfriend,too!! Ha ha ha ha! Oh! It was absolutely wonderful,to watch his expression,as you slapped his silly,gormless face,so hard,Shaz! Wow!,but you gave him something to think about! You gave him a real beauty,didn’t you? And then,the icing on the cake,when you poured his entire pint of lager over his silly,pathetic head,Jen! Ooohhh!! Ha ha ha ha!!!! I was actually crying,with laughter!!”, reminisced Joan,happily,over the splendidly diverting events,of last evening.

Now,I was literally shaking,uncontrollably,with an excitement that I surely could not contain,for very much longer,and that was driving me plain crazy! OH!!! How was it possible,for such humiliation to be so sweet,so sublime. To love it,to adore it,to crave it,and to need it,so? I had Doris to thank,for this wonderful gift,I realised,with heartfelt gratitude.

Now,I thought that my faint hold on what remained of my sanity,must slip,would slip,as now,the pretty face of Joan,the footsore barmaid,appeared in ‘The Mirror’. Her pretty face was flushed pink,from being teased to helpless giggles by her two friends,’The Barstool Blondes’,Sharon and Jennifer. Joan looked beautiful,in ‘The Mirror’,even prettier than I remembered her,from last night. Now,I heard a short series of 3 or 4 clicks,which,to my ear,had a distinct,musical quality to them,and which I instantly recognised,as high heeled shoes,and the image in ‘The Mirror’ changed again. I had no control,over what ‘The Mirror’ showed me,it seemed. But I was not complaining! For,now,’The Mirror’ was showing me the view,on the other side of the bar,Joan’s side of the bar,where her poor feet worked so hard,all evening. Now,my eyes bulged,further still,from their sockets,as I saw that Joan was wearing a very attractive,sexy pair of red,rather tight fitting,high heeled pumps. I gasped,in appreciation,at seeing what wonders they did for her already great legs,and I thought that must be the reason why she wore them to work. Her legs were dynamite! Oh! But at what a price! At what a sacrifice!

Now,not caring,whether I was still sane,or not,I found myself,in my own living room,actually voicing my sympathy and consolation,for Joan’s poor,tired,aching feet. “Oh! Joan!!”,I cried aloud,in my own living room,from my most comfortable chair. “No wonder your poor feet are hurting you,so terribly,wearing shoes like that,behind the bar,and standing up in them,all evening! Why don’t you wear flip flops,Joan,like your friends,or a nice,comfy pair of mules?”,I asked Joan,the footsore barmaid,through ‘The Mirror’. Now,I heard another 2 musical taps on the bar floor,and Joan had finally managed to ease the heel of her right foot,from her tight fitting,red,high heeled pump. OH……MY……GOD!!!

My breathing was stopped,through an excess of intense excitement,and I thought that now,my rapidly beating heart must stop,also. Joan,the footsore barmaid,allowing herself one of her brief,blessed moments,of foot relief,had eased her heel out of her right,red,high heeled pump,and her heel looked quite red,too,as the direct result of being confined, all evening,in such a tight fitting shoe,and from having almost no respite,from having to support her weight all evening,as she worked behind the bar. “Oh! Joan!”,I cried,”your poor,poor,pretty little feet!!”,I wailed,as I consoled with Joan,with great sympathy of feeling,through ‘The Mirror’.

Now,Joan finally drove me to the very edge,of the precipitous,and inescapable realms,from which there would be no coming back,of ‘The Mirror’. Now,Joan eased her right foot,with a blessed sigh of relief,completely free,and out of her tight fitting,red,high heeled pump,and she rested the tops of her toes on the top of the back of her shoe,displaying the whole of the sole of her bare,shapely,petite foot. Now,fresh tears sprang from my eyes,at such happiness,as I rapturously beheld this new,magical,majestic wonder. But,there was always,with these moments of sublime bliss,an attendant,terrible anguish,which was ‘the fly in the ointment’,as I was unable to fulfil,unable to satisfy,the burning intensity of my desire,of my need,to,not just be able to see and hear,but to also  be able to touch,to smell,and to taste,all of these magical,majestic wonders,so as to be able to pay my dutiful,reverential,worshipful homages,sufficiently and satisfactorily,,and in full. Just as it should be! Oh! Just to be able to feel my unworthy lips caress their feet! The glorious soles,of their beautiful,bare feet!

But now,with pure rapture,I gazed adoringly,at Joan’s bare,petite foot,and I could plainly see,every exciting detail and contour,of her extremely beautiful bare foot. And,I could actually discern,faint,shimmering waves of heat,too,visibly emanating,from the sole of her poor,tired,aching,hot little foot. Now,I was on my knees again,my face,just inches away from ‘The Mirror’,aching,with all of my heart,to be as close to Joan’s bare,hot,tired,aching,sweaty,sweet little foot,as possible. Now,impossibly,I thought that my furiously pumping heart,beat even harder,and even faster,as Joan began to flex,scrunch,and wiggle her bare toes,as if to get her circulation going again,or to try and get some fresh air between her pretty,splaying toes,and I felt that I must go stark staring mad,at the incredibly thrilling sight. Oh,please! Oh,please!! It was just too much! Just too much!!

And,now,Joan,this Beauty of the bar,this Princess of the Pub,as though she had heard some kind of mysterious echo,of my earlier comments,said,to her two friends,and pushing me ever closer,to this sweet madness,”oh! My poor,poor feet! They are absolutely killing me!! But,I do so love these red,high heeled pumps.They do such wonders for my legs! All the boys think my legs are dynamite,in these pumps!.But,maybe I should wear flip flops to work,like you two. Or,maybe a nice,comfy pair of mules”. Joan had repeated what I had said,and thought,almost word for word! Was I going crazy?

Now,I was literally trembling,shaking uncontrollably,and moaning aloud,in this strange,maddening combination of bliss and anguish,that I was getting to know so well,as Joan now forced her hot little foot back into her rather tight fitting,red,high heeled pump,and,she said to her two friends,just as ‘The Mirror’ now refocused on her pretty face,and she seemed to be looking right into my eyes,now,as she said,”yes,now that you mention it. Yes,I would definitely like it! Actually,I really think that I would love it! I suddenly find the idea of having that sad,pathetic little loser,for my very own,personal,after work foot servant, extremely appealing,ha ha ha! But,like I said,it’s not as if he’s likely to come back here,now,is he?”.

“Oh,Joan! Oh,Joan!”,I moaned her name,over and over. Like a humble,unworthy supplicant,repeating a worshipful mantra,at the precious feet of his Goddess. By now,the name of Joan,and the names of her two friends,’The Barstool Blondes’,Sharon and Jennifer,had indeed,taken on Goddess like connotations, for me. The bar of the Pub,where Joan worked,and chatted to her two friends,had by now,taken on the aspect of a shrine,for me,where I could worship them all,and pay my homages,and all my dutiful,and proper respects. I was already on my knees. What more could I do? But,I knew the answer to that! I would present them with the physical tokens,of my ‘offerings’.

Now,I was actually sobbing,and my body was shaking,and I had surely reached my limit,a limit,that I thought I must have reached,and passed,long before now. And now,I was assaulted,and bombarded,with excess pleasure and excitement,yet again,as,once more,’The Mirror’ refocused, on the wonderful,dirty bare feet,of ‘The Barstool Blondes’, Sharon and Jennifer,resting on a rung of their barstools,and,as they laughed,delightedly,at Joan’s comments,about how she would love to have me,for her “very own,personal,after work foot servant”,their beautiful,sexy,dirty bare feet,seemed,in ‘The Mirror’,to laugh,delightedly,too! And they seemed to happily skip,dance,and to cavort,playfully,they actually seemed,and I knew that I must surely already be raving mad,to even think it,but,their feet actually seemed like separate, independent entities,and they seemed to play a full and active part,the ‘starring role’,in my ridicule,derision,and my wonderful humiliation. And now,as I continued to be bewitched,by Sharon and Jennifer’s beautiful,sexy,dirty bare feet,their feet seemed to play with me,to toy with me,to torment me,to goad me,and to wreak their unearthly havoc and mischief upon me,and this wonderful,exhilarating,oh!,so impossibly sweet,maddening humiliation,was bearable,no longer! Now,I surrendered to the inevitable!

I did not take my eyes from their seemingly magical,enchanting,dirty,bare feet,and I did not stop listening,to the conversation of the 3 girls,that so excited me. Now,in my urgent need,I felt myself in a state of panic,as I hurriedly,and with all possible haste,fumblingly divested myself of my trousers,and my underpants,so as to leave my hands completely unhindered,for what I now desperately needed to do,and for what I could not possibly delay,for even a moment longer!

‘The Mirror’,had a seemingly innate knowledge,and understanding,of just what exactly made me ‘tick’,of just what exactly ‘turned me on’,of just what exactly ‘lit my fire’,and it had an intimate knowledge and understanding,of just exactly,’where I lived’. ‘The Mirror’ KNEW!!

Knowingly,fiendishly,expertly,beautifully,and cruelly,by switching between the dirty,bare feet of ‘The Barstool Blondes’,Sharon and Jennifer,perched prettily on their barstools,and of the tantalising, occasionally glimpsed beautiful bare heel,of Joan,the footsore barmaid,as she ever so excitingly popped her lovely heel,from her red,high heeled pump,allowing her poor,hot little foot,a blissful,brief moment of respite,’’The Mirror’ hurled me,catapulted me,to unimaginable,vertiginous,giddy heights,of intolerable,white hot arousal,as it worked it’s wonderful,and abominable magic,on me. Time,and time again,mind shattering climaxes,and body wracking orgasms,exploded,into a soul searing pleasure,and,time and time again,I spent myself,in my worshipful ecstasy,and I wept,and wept,tears, simultaneously, from an awful, intolerable excess, of pleasure and excitement, and of an ineffable joy,but also,from the haunting anguish,of a despairing,insuperable inability,to stop,’enjoying myself’.

Until,finally,I exhausted myself,through this relentless barrage,this unremitting bombardment,this unending assault,of mind shattering excitement,and soul searing pleasure,and I at last fell asleep,in my most comfortable chair. In front of  ‘The Mirror’.

But,in the night,my sleep did not rest me,did not restore me,did not refresh me. For,as I slept,I found no peace,as the beautiful,adorable,sexy,teasing,tormenting feet,of Joan,Sharon,and Jennifer,did not sleep,and never ceased,from ‘playing footsie’,with my mind.

THE MIRROR  continues, in  Part 4.