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THE MIRROR     Part 5.    by  david.

Submitted   May 18 09.

Since I had bought ‘The Mirror’ 5 days ago,for Debbie’s Mother,Doris,for her birthday present,and put it in my living room,in front of my most comfortable chair,where a TV would have gone if I had one,merely as a convenient place to store it for a few days,I had become a prisoner in my own living room. ‘The Mirror’ had enchanted me,and I was spellbound,by the endless procession of exciting,amazing images,that pulsated sheer,ecstatic excitement through my whole being,and  that again and again rocketed me to stratospheric heights of orgasmic,climactic ecstasy.

Over the last 5 days,I had eaten little,and I slept,when I fell asleep through exhaustion. I had not shaved or washed,not even the messy results of my juddering,shuddering,tumultuous orgasms,and I felt totally,utterly ‘drained’.

I was a captive audience of 1,in my own living room,and I seemed to have no more volition of extricating myself from my most comfortable chair in front of ‘The Mirror’,than I would have,if the Usherettes had hand cuffed me to my seat at the cinema.’The Mirror’ had a seemingly inexhaustible and exhaustive library of ‘programmes’,that seemed to be produced and directed to cater exclusively to my particular and peculiar ‘tastes’,and that continually kept me ‘on the edge of my seat’.

During the last 5 days,I had got up from my most comfortable chair,only to go to the toilet,when I would also take the opportunity to re-fill my water jug,as I had found that ‘enjoying myself’,was a somewhat dehydrating business.On the first day,I had put all the items of convenience foods that I had handy in the house,such as biscuits,crackers,crisps,nuts,etc,on the table beside me,so that I could restrict my absences from in front of ‘The Mirror’ to an absolute minimum.Cooking any food was out of the question,a total non starter.Even visiting Debbie,in hospital on some kind of traction with her injured back,was also out of the question.

I was now out of a job,too.On the second day,I had sat in my most comfortable chair,and I had watched,appalled,and enthralled,as I witnessed my own sacking from my job,through ‘The Mirror’. I watched,as Julia Davis,my supervisor at work,phoned me up,and I saw her beautiful face light up,and her features were suffused,with an almost sexual pleasure,as she fired me from my job. “I am firing you,david.You are fired.You are so,so fired”,she positively exulted.And,thanks to ‘The Mirror’,so did I! The sheer excitement of seeing such wicked pleasure on her face,the pleasure that she got from firing me,’the foot guy’,from my job,was too much for me,and overwhelmed me. It was an unbearably sweet humiliation,that just blew me away,as I watched her say those words,and as she seemed to look directly into my eyes,through ‘The Mirror’. I could not cope with the white hot intensity,of the mind shattering pleasure that I experienced at that moment,of Julia Davis’s glorious humiliation of me,as she casually and cruelly took away my job from me,like an unkind older sister,taking away an ice cream from her baby brother,and as she terminated my employment at the office,with no hope of an appeal,as though she was crushing underfoot a used up cigarette,grinding it out of existence,and extinguishing it,snuffing out the last of it’s light.But,to see and to realise that she was loving it! Absolutely loving it!! Julia Davis pushed me over the edge,and she drove me mad,and I bucked and rocked,in a crazy,lustful,delirious,delicious frenzy,in my most comfortable chair,and I all but pulverized myself,in the frenetic and frenzied excesses of my unwonted self abuse,as I arrived at my quaking climax,enjoying,and thrilling to,my now former office supervisor,Julia Davis’s glorious,crushing humiliation of me,as she took such wicked,almost sexual pleasure,in firing me from my job,and,I indulged myself to the full! To the absolute full!! Oh! It was such a sweet,heavenly humiliation!

That was 4 days ago,now,and ,that unbearably powerful thrill,was a pleasant,but distant memory,as,since then,’The Mirror’ had taken me to a thrilling,mind blowing succession of wonderful places,and had shown me a thrilling,mind blowing succession of wonderful sights,where my incredible,lustful fantasies became a shocking,heart pounding reality,and time after time,my orgasms exploded from me,and I wept from such pleasure,from the unbelievable satisfaction,and from the fulfilment of the desires of my fantasies.When one delicious fantasy was wonderfully,thrillingly fulfilled,there was always another electrifying fantasy scenario to succeed it,as I sat,spellbound,in my most comfortable chair,in front of ‘The Mirror’.

Now,rapturously welcoming yet another new scene in ‘The Mirror’,I happily announced to myself,”Mirror TV Productions presents,for david’s delectation and entertainment,’Foot Fetish In Paradise’!”,and I laughed,happily,no longer caring if I was still sane or not.Now,yet again,my jaw dropped,in open mouthed astonishment,as I at once recognised this place and scene from my school days. I felt the by now familiar sensation,of my pulse accelerating into this new,higher gear,as I saw the students at my old school,chatting and dallying in the corridor,as they desultorily made their way to their next classes.Now,I felt a physical jolt,as if some Dutch girl had thrown one of her heavy clogs at my chest,as I saw,and immediately recognised,even after all this time,as I visited this particular ‘Memory Lane’,Pearl,a schoolgirl who I had endlessly fantasised about,who was in the same class as me. OH…..MY…..GOD!!! I now realised, that one of my most cherished fantasies was about to be played out to me,by courtesy of ‘The Mirror’.As Pearl took her seat at her desk,’The Mirror’ now showed me the view from the same angle,that I so enjoyed and thrilled to back then,as I sat at my own desk directly behind Pearl.But,with a difference! Now,I had the thrilling and amazing benefit of ‘The Mirror’,with it’s wonderful,brilliant picture clarity,and detail,and it’s almost heart stopping close up shots,when it ‘zoomed in’.

This was our reading class,and now our teacher,Mrs. Jones,addressed her class.”Class,today we will start reading a wonderful novel that I am sure you will all enjoy very much indeed.Now,let me see.Pearl,would you like to read the first page?”. “I am not bothered,either way,Mrs.Jones.If you like,I suppose”,replied Pearl,with her usual lack of enthusiasm,for the reading class.But,immediately,as usual,Pearl began to bother me,every which way,as she eased both of her white socked feet out of her black,school shoes,and rested them on the tops of her shoes,displaying the whole of her white socked soles.Now,through ‘The Mirror’,I saw Pearl’s white socked feet,as I had never seen them before,and my excitement at the sight,was all consuming.The clarity,and the amazing,exciting detail was breathtaking.The soles of Pearl’s long white school socks were well worn,and even threadbare,around her heels,the balls of her feet,and around her toes. I could now actually see tiny gaps,in the white cotton material of her socks,and,with a further thrilling pulse of excitement,I could actually see her bare foot flesh through those tiny holes.Now,once again,my excitement could not be contained,could not be controlled,could not be restrained,as it started soaring to fever pitch,as Pearl now did what I knew she was going to do,because she always did it! With her feet,Pearl now pushed her shoes out of her way,under her desk,and she stretched her legs back comfortably,and crossed her ankles,and I knew that I was going to sit and watch, mesmerised, when she would flex and scrunch her toes,in a way that drove me half insane to watch,and,from time to time,re-cross her ankles.Now,my pulse quickened even more,as I saw the faint,grey areas of her white socks,that were patches of moisture. Pearl ’s foot sweat! OH….MY…..GOD!!! Now,Pearl gently,teasingly,tormentingly,repeatedly scrunched her sweaty,white socked toes,and now,as I had done then,in my school days,I once again fantasised,that Pearl had me prisoner there,that the teacher,Mrs.Jones,for some offence,had secured me under Pearl’s seat,and that she was absent mindedly cupping my nose in her sweaty,white socked toes,forcing me to sniff her sweaty,stinky toes,through the scant,and wholly ineffective filter,of her sweaty,stinky,threadbare white sock,as she began to read aloud,to the class,”It was the best of times. It was the worst of times”,began Pearl .

But now,just as my volcano was once again on the very brink of erupting,into yet another hot and explosive release of intolerably pent up energy,I heard the distinctive sound of my front door being opened and closed,as Debbie let herself in with her own key,that I had given to her. “Thanks a bunch,for visiting me in hospital,david!”,shouted Debbie,angrily,and sarcastically,after slamming the front door closed.Then,she shouted again.”Mum has come,david,to see her present!!”. It was Doris ’s birthday!!!

Debbie,upon entering my living room,and seeing me sitting,with no clothes on,in my most comfortable chair,and staring intently and rapturously at ‘The Mirror’,and pulling and tugging at myself for all I was worth,as I reached the pinnacle of my self abuse,in sheer,unbelievable shock,at the tableau before her,she dropped the shopping bag that she had been holding,and there was a smash and tinkle of breaking glass,as the expensive glassware set,which was Debbie’s birthday present to her Mother,crashed to the floor,and was obliterated,except for the heavy glass bowl,which was the centre piece of the expensive glassware set,which rolled onto the carpet, apparently undamaged.

And now,it was Doris,who was equally shocked,at what she found herself witnessing,with her own eyes,who came and stood between me and ‘The Mirror’,and struggled to believe the evidence of her own eyes.There I was,sat in my most comfortable chair,covered in 5 days worth of old cum,and stale ejaculate,and doing my very best to produce yet more,of said substance,as I pulled and tugged,rocking to my own beat,and as I tried to look between Doris’s legs,so that I could ‘pay my respects’,to Pearl’s sweaty,stinky,threadbare white socked feet.

Now,at last,Doris managed to find her voice.With profound,utter incredulity infused into every syllable and nuance,she pointed her finger at me,and said,”and,this is the man you intend to marry,Deberah?”.Debbie was still too shocked to speak,as Doris went on,”david is playing with himself,Deberah! david is actually masturbating himself,right in front of us,Deberah!!”. But now,I was pulling and tugging myself with an increasing frenzy,and urgency,as I was about to climax,right in front of Doris,and Debbie could only look on,an utterly speechless spectator,as I asked Doris,politely,”could you move out of the way please,Doris?”. Doris ,after looking behind her,and seeing only the backs of her very shapely legs,and her also rather shapely bottom,reflected in ‘The Mirror’,asked me,in complete bafflement,”move out of the way,david? Move out of the way of what?”. “I’m trying to see, Doris ”,I replied. “Trying to see,david? Trying to see what?”.But now,even Doris was momentarily lost for words,as I shuddered and juddered,and erupted to yet another mind shattering,body wracking,soul searing orgasm,right in front of her.Now,it was Doris’s turn to utter the phrase,but for a very different reason than I had uttered it,over the last 5 days,”OH…..MY…..GOD!!!,cried Doris,in appalled,shocked disbelief,as she watched my face contort,with the force of the thrill of my tumultuous climax,into an agony of ecstasy.

Now,though,Debbie had finally managed to find her voice. “It’s ‘The Mirror’,Mum!”.”What?”,asked a puzzled Doris ,having no idea what Debbie meant. “It’s ‘The Mirror’,Mum,that’s causing david to behave like this! I thought that there was something strange about ‘The Mirror’,when I first saw it!”. Doris ,with a pitying note of incredulity infused into her voice,and written all over her face,responded,”Deberah! Have you any idea,just how utterly ridiculous that sounds?”. “Yes,Mum! I do know just how utterly ridiculous that sounds,which is how I overcame my misgivings about ‘The Mirror’,and allowed david to buy it for you,for your birthday.You would understand better,Mum,if you had seen the state of the man who david bought it from.Well,there is only one thing to do,Mum!”,asserted Debbie,with utter conviction.

Debbie now strode purposefully across the living room,and she retrieved the heavy glass bowl,which was the only surviving piece,of Debbie’s expensive birthday present to her Mother,and she returned with it,and,with terrible intent,she stood,facing ‘The Mirror’. “Out of the way,Mum!”,urged Debbie.Now,at the shocked realisation of what Debbie was about to do,I cried out,in a futile,mournful,forlorn,despairing wail,like a coyote,howling at the moon,as Debbie steadied herself,and,holding the heavy glass bowl in both hands,she carefully took aim,as though she was preparing to play the final,match winning strike,at 10 pin bowling,and,as I could only look on,in my helpless,hopeless horror,Debbie launched the heavy glass bowl,as hard as she could hurl it,at the centre of ‘The Mirror’. And scored a direct hit! The sound,at the moment of impact,as the heavy glass bowl struck the centre of ‘The Mirror’,was explosive! The shocking percussion of the resounding crash,of smashing,shattering,breaking glass,seemed wholly out of proportion,as though ‘The Mirror’ had somehow detonated,and Doris once again uttered,in a shocked,awed voice,that made her sound like a young girl again,”OH…MY…GOD!!!

Now,it was I,who cried out,in a desolate,inconsolable wail,as if I now thought that I had nothing left to live for,”NNNNOOOOOO!!!!!!”.Now,I openly wept,distraught,in front of Debbie and Doris,as I picked up one of the larger fragments of ‘The Mirror’,and I cried,wept,with a sense of inconsolable loss,as I watched the image of Pearl’s sweaty,stinky,threadbare white socked feet fade,from ‘The Mirror’,as Julia Davis had once put it “once and for all”.And my living room was littered,with the debris of the broken,shattered glass fragments of ‘The Mirror’,and the expensive glassware set,which were the ruined remnants of Doris’s birthday presents.

Now,I was in real,physical pain,as Debbie and Doris both took a firm grip of my ears,pinching and pulling them painfully,as they unceremoniously dragged me out of my most comfortable chair,and,it was Doris who now shouted at me,in disgust,”now,you odious,dirty,loathsome little creature!!”,as she and Debbie hauled me off to the bathroom,where they turned on the shower,setting it to almost scalding.Now,it was Debbie,who had recovered sufficiently,to rail at me,furiously,”david!! Get your filthy little self into that shower,NOW!!!”. Obeying Debbie’s order,with the utmost alacrity,I stepped into the shower stall,and Debbie and Doris stood sentinel outside,with their arms folded,as they watched me with close scrutiny,like a 2 woman decontamination squad,as I washed and scrubbed away 5 days accumulation of my own mess,until I had done so,to their very particular satisfaction.

Now,as I towelled myself dry,Debbie said,stonily,”you have got a hell of a mees to clean up,in the living room,david. I shall expect you at our house,tomorrow,with your most abject apologies,to both myself and my Mother,for your atrociously appalling behaviour.And,david,when you arrive at our house,you had jolly well better have 2 birthday presents with you,for my Mother!!”.Then,with that angry parting shot,like a warning,broadside salvo,by way of a farewell,Debbie and Doris,like 2 fearsome dreadnaughts,trailed an almost visible,hostile wake behind them,as they sailed out of my house,and I was left floundering,bobbing about like a cork,in the turbulent aftermath of their passing.

Although Debbie had,with her improvised bowling ball, comprehensively and  irredeemably destroyed ‘The Mirror’,and although she had in fact rescued me,from the unbreakable shackles of it’s supernatural charms,and,in the process,saved my sanity,nonetheless,,as I cleared up the glassy debris from my living room floor,that was the shattered and broken remains of Doris’s birthday presents from myself and Debbie,I realised that I was still not free,from the powerful influences of ‘The mirror’. I now realised that,although ‘The Mirror’ had transported me to unparalleled heights of orgasmic pleasure,as it had made my most cherished fantasies come alive,in front of me,and also many other thrilling fantasies,specially chosen,and produced for me,by ‘The Mirror’,which,in it’s seemingly innate,supernatural understanding,knew just exactly what would push me to the edge,to the very brink of madness,as I became unable to tolerate,any longer,such high intensity pleasure,and the thrilling,exciting,satisfying climaxes,I now realised that,the very fact that ‘The Mirror’ had such an incredible,amazing picture quality,allowing me to view everything it showed me,in super quality clarity,and in breathtaking detail,that this only served to have the heightened and escalated effect,of starving my other senses.Now,despite Debbie’s destruction of ‘The Mirror’,I realised that I was still overpowered,and consumed with the lustful,craving desire,with the maddening need,to be able to also experience the sensual pleasures of my other senses,of touch,smell,and taste.Now,I thought that ‘The Mirror’ would have it’s victory over me,after all,and claim another victim,as I now felt that I would fold,and crumble,and come apart,for,such was my acute feeling of distress,now,at feeling so cruelly deprived,of such essential,and vital fulfilment.

Then,I remembered about the scene in the Pub,that ‘The Mirror’ had shown me,and made me privy to,and I now remembered what Joan,the footsore barmaid had said,while discussing me with her 2 friends,’The Barstool Blondes’,Sharon and Jennifer,the 2 barstool perching beauties,with the sexy,dirty bare feet.Joan,the footsore barmaid had said of me,with what I thought or imagined to be an air of wistfulness,”yes,I suddenly find the idea of having that pathetic little loser for my very own personal after work foot servant,extremely appealing.But,like I said,he’s hardly likely to come back here,now,is he?”.Now,I knew what I must do! I must go to the Pub!!

The Pub seemed fairly quiet,when I entered it,about half an hour before closing time.And,just as I knew they would be,’The Barstool Blondes’,Sharon and Jennifer,were perched on their barstools,and they were resting their beautiful,sexy dirty bare feet,on a rung of their barstools,as though displaying their dirty bare feet,to anyone who cared to look at them.And,I cared,to look at them! I cared very much,and their bare feet,seemed even dirtier,and even grimier,and I wondered when ‘The Barstool Blondes’ had last washed their feet.I looked through the small gap between them,and there was their friend,Joan,the footsore barmaid,chatting to her 2 friends,during a lull at the bar.As soon as Joan saw me,she stopped talking to Sharon and Jennifer,and I brazenly stood at the bar,between Joan’s 2 barstool perching friends,and all 3 girls looked at me,their indignancy and surprise,evident on their faces. “You’ve got a nerve! Haven’t you? Showing your face in here again!”,opined the indignant,footsore barmaid,Joan,by way of opening the conversation.”I’m really,very,terribly sorry,about the other night”,I apologised,meekly. “I have only come to the Pub,because I wanted to apologise,for my inexcusable behaviour,to all 3 of you ladies”.At my use of the respectful term ‘ladies’,the 3 girls exchanged amused,curious glances.In this rather rough and ready Pub,manners and civility were seldom heard,ribaldry and uncouth behaviour,being the usual order of the day.But,Joan was not mollified. “Yes,your behaviour WAS inexcusable,and you jolly well SHOULD be very sorry!”. I cast my eyes down at the bar,to show that I was indeed thoroughly ashamed and repentant,and said,”I only wish that there was some way that I could make up for it,Miss Joan”.That had snagged their attention! ‘Miss’ Joan? The 2 blonde,barstool perching girls,with dirty,grimy bare feet,did not miss a beat,and they seized the initiative,as they both cast meaningful,expressive looks at ‘Miss’ Joan,who was slightly slower than her 2 friends,on the uptake,before cottoning on to the significance of their suggestive,meaningful glances.

Now,there was a cunning,predatory look in her eyes,as she now asked me,”what’s your name?”. “My name is david,Miss Joan”,I replied,in a meek and respectful tone.Miss Joan continued,slyly,”well,david,there might be a way for you to make it up to me. If you really mean it,that is?”.My heart now raced with excitement,”oh,yes,Miss Joan! I do really mean it! Please tell me how I can make it up to you! I would do anything,to make up for offending you,and Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer!”.The 3 girls exchanged glances again. ‘Miss’ Sharon ? ‘Miss’ Jennifer? Is this guy for real?,I could almost hear them thinking!

Now,Miss Joan’s attitude towards me altered visibly,as she became confident,and emboldened,in the knowledge of her authority over me,as she now said to me,in a rather commanding,and imperious tone,”I will be finishing work soon,david.My feet are hurting me,david,from being on them all evening,working behind this bar,in my tight fitting,high heeled pumps.To make up for offending me,david,I will take you home with me,and you can massage my feet for me,while I relax on the couch,with a drink,and watch some late night TV,until I am ready to go to bed.Then,I will send you home,david”. “This,I’ve got to see!”,exclaimed Miss Sharon,excitedly. “Me too!”,agred Miss Jennifer,with equal enthusiasm.

Now,Miss joan surprised me,but greatly excited me,too,when she said,”ok,david,go and sit down,there,while you wait for us”.Miss Joan was deliberately pointing to the table where Debbie and I had sat,the other night,when ‘The Barstool Blondes’ had punished me,for staring at their sexy,dirty bare feet.Now,though,they didn’t seem to mind at all.Quite the contrary,it seemed,as they treated me to the most exciting ,and spectacular display of toe scrunching,flexing,and wiggling,as Miss Joan was telling them,I was certain,that I could not look away from their glorious feet.Oh! If only I could kiss their feet! Oh!,just to be allowed to kiss them!,to be granted the honour,of that special privilege! And,it was in this fashion,that I sat and waited for them,quietly and obediently,like a well behaved dog,that they had tied to a post.

As soon as Miss Joan closed her front door behind us,after entering her house,I suddenly felt very vulnerable,and I worriedly began to wonder what I had got myself into,and whether I had bitten off more than I could chew. I began to feel preyed upon,like an antelope cornered by 3 lionesses,and with no avenue of escape left open to me.Miss Joan led the way into her living room,and I followed her,as if I was her pet dog,and Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer followed behind me,like a rearguard.

Now,Miss Joan sat down on her couch,and she said to me,with the greatest possible relish,”I want you on your knees,before me,david! Here!”,she pointed,at my designated place of servitude.Immediately,I obeyed Miss Joan’s command,and I knelt before her.Miss Joan did not seem interested in a drink,for the moment,and certainly,the TV held no interest for her,either,as she raised her rather tight fitting red pumps towards my face,and I could see the excitement that she felt,at this new found power,that had so unexpectedly come her way,evident on her pretty face,and she seemed to savour her words,as she now ordered me,”david! Take off my shoes!”.The excitement I felt then,on my knees before Miss Joan,and being imperiously commanded by her to take off her shoes,far exceeded what I imagined was possible,and made me forget all about biting off more than I could chew,or about my avenue of escape.

Now,what an incredible, indescribable thrill it was,to actually take hold of one of Miss Joan’s tight fitting red pumps,and to feel the resistance of her shoe,as though her shoe was reluctant to reveal it’s treasure,and as though it sensed my covetousness,before suddenly seeing the glorious sight,of her bare heel popping free! And my excitement soared further,as the amazing,pungent aroma escaped from her red pump,and,as though I was being entrusted to handle a priceless,holy relic,like a cardinal,or high priest,of some strange,arcane religion,I carefully and reverently removed her red pump completely,revealing the whole of Miss Joan’s beautiful bare foot,in all it’s splendour,and glory.

Then,immediately,and without my suspecting that it was going to happen,Miss Joan raised her bare,sweaty,stinky foot to my face,and she placed her toes firmly over my nose,cupping it,and she cried,with an exultant,joyous laugh,”smell my foot,david!”.At this,Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer also laughed,delightedly and excitedly,too,as they held my head firmly in place,and pushed it into Miss Joan’s sweaty,stinky bare foot. I could not believe how excited this made me feel. It was beyond my wildest dreams! Miss Joan noticed the irrefutable evidence of my state of excitement,and she exclaimed,excitedly,”Shaz! Jen! Get david’s pants off,quick! I want to see what my stinky feet are doing to him!”. Quickly and efficiently,as though it was something that they did all the time,as requested by Miss Joan,Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer,with no resistance from me,only compliance,pulled off my trousers and my underpants. “Ha ha ha!!! ,something tells me that david likes my sweaty,stinky feet!”,laughed Miss Joan,thoroughly enjoying herself,now.Then,Miss Joan pointed at the drooling mess that I was making,which had begun earlier,as I had watched ‘The Barstool Blondes’ dirty bare feet,in the Pub,as I had waited for Miss Joan to finish work.Miss Joan said,”oh!,look at the mess he is making! I know! Shaz,there’s a dirty hand towel in the laundry basket,that would make a great nappy,for david!”. “I’m right on it!”,replied Miss Sharon with great enthusiasm,her sense of fun,piqued.

Now,again with great efficiency and proficiency,like 2 experienced child minders in a crèche,Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer,using safety pins,expertly,as though this also was something that they did every day,secured the dirty hand towel about me,in the manner of a makeshift,baby’s nappy. Now,at the farcical sight of what they had done to me,the 3 girls at first giggled to themselves,but then,unable to contain their mirth,they could not help but to throw back their heads,and roar with laughter. OH…MY….GOD!!! What a sweet humiliation this was!

But,this was only the start! Now,Miss Joan rested her bare foot against the bulge in my ‘nappy’,and she almost shouted,at me,in her own state of increasing excitement,as she now raised her other red pump towards my face,”take off my other shoe,david!”. I did not have to be told twice! As soon as I had eased off Miss Joan’s other tight fitting red pump,she once again cupped my nose,with her hot,sweaty,stinky toes,forcing me to inhale that most amazing,intoxicating aroma,the unique perfume,of her foot sweat. What an amazing night I was having! But,it wasn’t over yet! Oh,no,not by a long way! Now,Miss Joan ordered me,as she pressed her toes against my lips,”open wide,david! I said open wide!! Wider!!!,as I struggled to open my mouth wide enough to accommodate all 5 toes,as she pushed them further and further into my mouth.The taste! It was magical! Ambrosial! And,there was no stopping Miss Joan now,as she warmed to,and embraced this new found power and dominance. “Suck them,loser! Suck my sweaty,stinky toes,you pathetic,toe sucking little loser!!”,she almost yelled at me,as she exulted in this new found authority and power,and I saw that she was now fingering herself,in her own excitement. “Suck harder,loser! Suck harder,I said! Lick between my toes,too,loser!!!,Miss Joan almost shrieked,at me.Now,she moaned, “OH…..MY….GOD!!! Shaz,Jen,I never thought this was going to feel so gooooooood!!! OH…..MY….GOD!!!

Now,Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer,feeling themselves now affected by Miss joan’s wild,excited abandon,as though they had become infected with some contagion of pleasure,decided that it was now their turn for a little fun.Miss Joan moved to one end of the couch,so that her 2 friends could sit in front of me,still on my knees,and wearing my ‘nappy’.Now,my excitement levels took off,and shot through the roof. I was in an overdrive of ecstasy,as Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer each placed one of their sexy,dirty,grimy bare feet on my ‘nappy’,and started their own little game of footsie,as they playfully fought for supremacy,to claim possession of the bulge in my ‘nappy’.And now,I thought they would drive me insane,with an impossible,intolerable overload,of excitement,pleasure,and happiness,as I now found Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer’s other sexy,dirty,grimy bare feet,thrust into my face OH……MY…..GOD!!! I was in a delerium,of pure,unadulterated bliss! As the toes of one girl’s toes cupped my nose,forcing me to inhale their amazing foot aroma,the toes of the other girl’s foot demanded access into my mouth,where they played and cavorted. It was a double assault,of pure,almost unbearable pleasure,as they called me a loser,a pathetic little toe sucking,foot smelling,foot licking.foot kissing loser,over and over. I thought I was in heaven! Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer commanded me to lick their dirty,grimy bare feet clean. In a delirious frenzy of passion,I sucked for all that I was worth,on their grubby heels. I moaned my pleasure,as I licked the full length of their dirty,grimy soles. I cried tears of undreamed of happiness and fulfilment,as I sucked their toes,and frenziedly,hungrily licked between them,the wonderful flavour and texture of their bare feet,all but drove me mad,filling me with such joy,as brought forth fresh tears,at such incredible bliss. Miss Joan watched us,enraptured,and she was still fingering herself,her excitement and pleasure,all too apparent.

Eventually,the 3 friends sat together on the couch,and they hugged each other,as though acknowledging to each other that they had all shared,in a new,pleasurable,novel,and ‘eye opening’ experience. I was still on my knees,before them all. Although we all seemed,in that moment,to share the conviction,that I was in my proper place,and that I should remain there,at their feet,nonetheless,the 3 girls now seemed to regard me in a new light,an altogether more friendly,and favourable light,that was apparent,in their eyes.

“Wow!”,exclaimed Miss Joan,and,”unbelievable!”,agreed Miss Sharon,and,”incredible!”,echoed Miss Jennifer. As I knelt before them,at their feet,I gazed at them all,in adoration and worship. Miss Joan said,excitedly,”we must do this again,soon!”,and her 2 friends enthusiastically expressed their agreement,with such a fine idea.

Now,it was Miss Sharon,who asked me,”where do you work,david?”. To which I replied,respectfully,”nowhere,now,Miss Sharon. I got fired from my job,for staring at the office girls feet all the time,and not getting any work done”. “Oh,that’s too bad,david”,sympathised Miss Sharon.

Now,though,it was Miss Joan,who caused a stir,when she casually suggested,”hey,why don’t you 2 take david on,as a trainee pedicurist,at your salon?”. Now,I vaguely remembered Miss Jennifer saying,in the Pub,that she had trained her boyfriend to do a basic pedicure for her. Now,though,at Miss Joan’s casual suggestion,Miss Jennifer exclaimed,”yeah! Great idea,Joan!”.Now,Miss Jennifer,with a mischievous,but friendly smile,at me,to let me know that she was only joking,as she went on,”what a great laugh it would be for our clients,Shaz! They would love to have their feet pampered,by our pathetic little nappy wearing loser! Ha ha ha!”. Now,Miss Sharon,recognising her cue,to continue the joke,chipped in,”yeah,Jen! They would have a real laugh! But,the best thing,Jen,is that not only can we save on our wage bill,by paying our pathetic little nappy wearing loser the minimum wage,but,and this is the real beauty of it,Jen,we can let him work all of the unpaid overtime that he wants to!,ha ha ha!!!”. “You are SO right,Shaz! In fact,I’m beginning to think that it should be david,paying US!!,ha ha ha!!!”. Miss Joan,enjoying her 2 friend’s joke,hugely,laughed along with them,and I smiled,loving it,that they were enjoying themselves and having so much fun,at my expense.But,it seemed,that there really was a job there for me. And,what a job! And,how wonderful it would be,to work for 2 ladies such as Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer,at their pedicure salon!

Now,it was Miss Jennifer,who asked me,”well,david? What do you say? Do you want to come and work for us,as a trainee pedicurist? You can start work on Monday. And,Shaz,I think we can do a little better than the minimum wage,for david,can’t we?”. To which,Miss Sharon replied,”Oh,yeah. I think so,Jen”.Now,all 3 girls laughed at me,as I could not prevent my outpouring of emotion,and I cried tears of happiness and gratitude,and I lavished their feet,with adoring,worshipful,thankful kisses. “Thankyou,thankyou”,I repeated,over and over. Then,as it was getting very late,and it was time to leave Miss Joan’s house,I felt another thrilling tingle,as Miss Joan exercised her power and authority over me,when she said,”you may go now,david”,to which,I responded,”thankyou,Miss Joan”. Then,just as I was about to open the front door to let myself out,Miss Joan advised,”don’t forget to take your ‘nappy’ off,before you go home,david!”,and I let myself out,to the wonderful background music,of the laughter,of my 3 Princesses.

The following day,I presented myself before Debbie and Doris,with 2 belated,but intact,presents,for Doris ’s birthday,and,of course,my most abject apologies,just as Debbie had demanded of me,for my “atrociously appalling behaviour”. As usual, Doris ,even though I had just presented her with 2 expensive birthday presents,was soon on the attack. “Julia Davis tells me,that you left her with no other option,but to fire you from your job,david! So,what are you going to do now,then,about finding another job?”. Now,I had the great satisfaction,of watching the surprise register,on Doris’s face,as I replied,triumphantly,”I’ve already found a new job, Doris ! I start work on Monday!”. Now Debbie,also greatly surprised,but also extremely pleased,gave me a kiss on the cheek,and she exclaimed,in her excitement and congratulations,”Wow! That was quick,david! Well done,david! Well,where is it,that you are going to work,then,david?”,asked Debbie,her face flushed,with pride,and happiness.To which I replied,equally proud,and happy,”I will be working for Miss Sharon,and Miss Jennifer,as a trainee pedicurist,in their pedicure salon”.

Now,Debbie’s jaw dropped,in astonished,shocked disbelief,then,her face darkened,dangerously,as anger and fury took over,as her predominant emotions. “YOU……ARE……WHAT?!!!!,shrilled Debbie,almost loud enough to shatter the living room windows.Now,I quailed,at the dire,and disastrous consequences,of incurring such displeasure in Debbie,and I actually stood behind Doris,a though she was some unlikely ally,as though she might afford me some protection,a safe haven,from this female tempest,that was her daughter,as Debbie shouted at me,furiously,”david!! I absolutely forbid you,to---------“ “Don’t be too hasty,Deberah”,interrupted her Mother,gently. “Don’t be too hasty,Mum?”,said Debbie,incredulously. “When you think about it,it makes a certain kind of sense,Deberah”,opined her Mother. “A certain kind of sense,Mum?”,said Debbie,in shocked disbelief,at her Mother’s words. I was just a powerless bystander,listening to this astonishing exchange,and waited for Debbie and Doris to decide my fate..

“Trust me,Deberah. It is the best thing possible,for my future Son in Law”,assured her Mother. “Future Son in Law,Mum”,echoed Debbie,again,too stunned to think. “Yes,Deberah,trust me,you’ll see,dear”. “See what,Mum?”,asked Debbie,in her stunned perplexity.Doris explained,”don’t you see,Deberah? Working as a pedicurist,day in, day out,week in,week out,is the best possible way,of curing david of his ridiculous foot fetish.Surely,you can see that,can’t you,Deberah? david will become so tired and fed up,of seeing female feet,that they will soon lose their appeal for him”.To which,Debbie said,dubiously,”do you really think so,Mum? It seems a bit like putting a  chocoholic to work in a sweet shop,to me,Mum”. “Exactly,Deberah! it’s the same principle. Oh,yes,Deberah! I am convinced of it! Absolutely certain! In fact,Deberah,I can’t help but think,that,the sooner david starts his new pedicurist’s career,the sooner he will be cured of his absurd foot fetish! In fact,there is no time like the present,Deberah,is there? David can start now! No need to wait until he starts his new job on Monday!”.

A mystified Debbie asked,”start now,Mum? What do you mean?”. “What I mean,Deberah,is very simple. david can start with me! Now! Oh,I shall take the greatest of pleasure,Deberah,in being the one to initiate david’s cure therapy! And,not only that,but I will make david serve at my feet,every evening,too,when he comes home from work,at the pedicure salon. I am sure that,with our combined instruction,david will become quite skilled,at caring for my feet. But,the point is,Deberah,that david will be allowed no rest,from serving at the feet of demanding females,until he is cured!”.

Doris now addressed me directly,and I beheld with awe,the true measure,of her vast power and authority. “david! You will spend this evening,serving at my feet! You will kneel before me,to be better able to perform your duties,and you will follow all my instructions to you,to the letter. Do you understand,david? Am I making myself perfectly clear?”. “Yes,Doris”,I replied,obediently,and it seemed that,as Doris had now acknowledged me,as her future Son in Law,that I now had her permission,to call her by her first name.

Debbie looked on,and watched these new proceedings,instigated by her Mother,with great interest and curiosity,as Doris,my future Mother in Law,continued,”first of all,david,you will spend half an hour,or so,massaging my bare feet,for me.For the rest of the evening,you can trim,file,and paint my toenails,for me. Also,I will instruct you,on how to treat,and look after,and care for,the soles of my feet,for me.For some reason,I’ve noticed,just lately,that the skin is starting to harden,on my heels,and on the balls of my feet,and on the outer parts of the pads of my big toes.Still,I’ve got you,now,haven’t I,david,to look after my feet,for me? Well,david! What are you waiting for,you useless lump? Didn’t you hear me,david? I gave you an instruction! I told you to massage my feet,for me! You had better look lively,or I’ll jolly well box your ears,for you,david! Oh!,You just mark my words,david! I will soon cure your silly foot fetish,for you! Oh,yes! I’ll soon put a stop to your……….”.

As I reverently took hold of Doris ’s beautiful,shapely,adorable,sweet foot,in both of my hands,this was the icing on MY cake,as I now realised one of my real,true dreams.

Debbie,my other real,true dream,seemingly now persuaded and assured,by her Mother’s analysis of the situation,stretched herself out on the couch,sumptuously,luxuriously,languidly,like a beautiful Persian cat,with a belly full of cream,and contentedly leafed through her copy,of ‘Wedded Bliss’ magazine.