Princess Jen 1, fdom, foot fetish, humil.
Princess Jen Part 1        

I was in the mid-Atlantic last June for my brother-in-law’s birthday
party at my sister’s place.  It was a typical hot muggy mid 90’s day as
I arrived on Saturday afternoon for the party.  There were about twenty
people in all coming.

About an hour after I got there, his brother’s family arrived from New
England.  They had a daughter graduating high school that I hadn’t seen
in three years.  She had changed quite a bit since I’d last met her.
Jen was a very outgoing and confident young girl.  Her parents were
quick to tell everyone that she was a star student and athlete.  I
noticed her immediately for she was a very pretty young teen.  She was
dressed in a pink short sleeve shirt, a pink and white short pleated
skirt, hot pink ankle socks, and patent leather dressy maryjane shoes.
Her long blond hair was done up in ponytails with pink ribbons.

I hung around with the adults discussing what we all had been doing
since we last got together, while Jen ran around with the other
children.  I was amazed how the heat didn’t bother them, as we sat in
the shade sipping iced drinks.  Every now and then I caught a glimpse of
her cotton panties as she frolicked on the lawn.

Since many of us had traveled quite far for the party, we were spending
the night.  The kids went to sleep on couches and pillows in the den
downstairs while the adults played cards.  Around midnight we all
decided to call it a night and head to bed.  I was offered a bed in one
of the spare rooms, but since I was alone I passed it on to one of the
other couples and said I’d be fine on the floor.

I grabbed a pillow and sheet, and headed downstairs where it would be
cooler.  Some of the kids were young so I guess they left a light on in
the corner for security while sleeping in a strange place.  The couches
were all taken, but there was a spot on the floor by the couch where Jen
was sleeping.

I spotted her maryjanes on the floor at the foot of the couch.  I spread
out the blanket to lie on, and put the pillow right next to the pretty
shoes.  Jen was asleep, still wearing the pink anklets, pleated skirt,
and pink shirt.  She had unbuttoned the shirt and I could see the flower
print bra she had on.  She had very athletic legs from all the running
she did playing sports, and the tan she acquired over the summer
accentuated their fantastic look.

As I lay there, I couldn’t take my eyes off those maryjanes.  The kids
had played hard all day and they were all sleeping soundly.  I slid the
pillow right up to the lovely shoes and my nostrils flared as the aroma
of Jen’s feet and the leather invaded my senses.  The extremely hot day
and all the running and sweating Jen did gave them a real funky odor.  I
reached out and touched the innersole, which was still very moist.  I
put my nose right in the shoe opening and took long slow whiffs.  My
cock was rock hard.

Checking to make sure all were still asleep, I started licking the shiny
leather.  I had to concentrate just to keep quiet as I had become
incredibly excited.  Jen stirred a bit and I froze, hopefully appearing
asleep.  It looked as if she just adjusted her position and was still
asleep.  Her foot had moved and was now hanging over the edge of the
couch right over my head.

I gazed at Jen’s foot.  It looked perfect.  She had a curvy high arch
that gave it an alluring shape as it hung limply overhead, still in the
hot pink anklet she had worn all day.  Without even thinking, I raised
myself just enough to be level with her foot.  The rich fragrance that
washed over me was indescribable.  I was almost out of control.  I took
one of the maryjanes and started jerking off with it.  Inhaling Jen’s
wonderful scent put me over the edge in seconds, and I exploded all over
the pretty shoe.

I bit my lip to stem the scream that I held under my breath, and lay
back down.  After gaining control of myself and assuring that everyone
was still asleep, I brought the shoe up to look at.  The maryjane was
covered in cum.  Not wanting to get up to clean it or smear it on the
sheet for fear that someone would notice the stain, I held the shoe over
my face.  Imagining Jen was still wearing it, I began licking my own cum
off the sole of her shoe.  I stopped to think- what was I doing
performing this degrading act?, but the idea of being under Jen’s feet
aroused me more than I could believe and I continued abasing myself as I
licked the entire shoe, top and bottom, over and over.  I set the shoe
down and drifted off to one of the best sleeps I’ve had.

I was startled awake in the morning, as Jen was getting out of bed and
accidentally stepped on me.  Of course she stepped right on my cock that
had grown to full mast as I lay there dreaming of Jen’s feet.

“Oops,” she said with that innocent girlish giggle, “I didn’t know you
were beneath me.”

I was red as a beat with shame as I stammered “I was beneath you all
night.”

“Oh yes, I seam to recall you below me at some point.”

Just what did she mean by that.  She had a smile on her face, but I was
sure she slept through everything.

“Hand me my shoes, will you.”  It was more a demand than a request.  I
picked up the maryjanes and reached out to give them to her.  As she was
about to take them, she went into an involuntary stretch and yawn that
some people do as they wake up.  With her hands over her head I watched
her young breasts heave.  So firm and comely in the flower print bra.

“Be a dear and help me on with them.  It’s so early in the morning,” she
said continuing the stretches sitting on the couch above me.  Jen’s feet
were now on my stomach and she was rubbing them back and forth as she
stretched.

I was lying on my back below her holding the shoes and I couldn’t
respond.  I waited for her to finish stretching, and then she placed one
foot on my chest, crossed the other leg over it putting her other foot
right above my face, just inches away.  I could see her entire legs and
panties towering above me.  I was mesmerized, and had to struggle to
stop staring.  After a few seconds I caught her eye, as she smiled at
me.  My ears were hot as I turned ashen with shame, yet I was helpless
to tell her to stop.

Jen started swinging her foot as if to say ‘get back to your task’.  Her
foot with the stinky hot pink anklet was now lightly grazing my cheek.
Involuntarily I took a breath as the smell assaulted my nostrils.  She
giggled again and I knew I had better get on with it as I was sure I
couldn’t refuse her, and the longer it took the more humiliated I would
be.  I was going to get up to make the task easier, but as I started to
move Jen pushed back with her foot on my chest, and placed the toes of
her other foot gently on my mouth for just a second.  I was at the brink
of orgasm and struggled with all my concentration to act as if I was
still in control, not wanting this young teen to know what she was doing
to me.  I was going to have to put her shoes on from this ridiculous
position beneath her feet.

Not willing to risk anyone seeing me like this, quietly I brought the
maryjane up to her foot.  There was barely enough room between her foot
and my face to get the shoe on.  Several times the sole was forced up
against my face as I struggled with the chore.

With one shoe on, Jen uncrossed her legs and put her shoe-clad foot
haphazardly in close proximity to my penis, which was standing straight
out as I struggled to conceal it from her.  She made a point with her
other foot as she extended it over my head.  I nearly gasped at the
sight of her magnificent leg, the muscles so incredibly toned.  She
accidentally brushed my cock on several occasions with the shoe as I
teetered on the edge of climax.  I couldn’t humiliate myself and cum in
front of her.  I reached up with her other shoe to get the job done as
fast as I could.  Jen was not making it easy.  Finally she made a toe
point right at my nose and I was able to catch her foot before it moved
and slip the pretty shoe on her foot.  To do so I had to virtually put
the tip of the maryjane against my lips.  With the shoe on, Jen pressed
down slightly, forcing the shoe onto my lips.  I wish I could have let
the moment linger, as the feelings washing over me as I “kissed” the
shoe tip were fantastic.   She giggled and I became concerned that
someone would wake up and see me like this beneath the feet of this
beautiful teen vixen.

I rolled over on my stomach and tried to regain my composure.  I hoped
that the scene was over, as one of the little kids in the corner was
stirring.  I couldn’t get up with the huge boner I was sporting, and I
just lay there hoping Jen had enough.

“You forgot the buckles, Don.”  The words ringing in my ears.

Jen slid the shoe under my face and I hurriedly buckled it up.  She
lifted it up to see, and remarked, “Oh no, it’s in the wrong hole,”
laughing once again.

“Which one is it?” I asked.

“No fair, you have to guess,” she teased back.

After two other failed attempts, she decided I had it right the first
time.  Her other foot was now on the edge of the couch, with her knee up
to her chest.  I would have to get up to buckle it.  I got on my knees
and was about to begin when Jen brought her other leg up to the couch’s
edge.  In doing so she once again ‘accidentally’ brushed my dick,
sending shivers down my spine.  She looked at me, giggling as I humbled
myself before her.  With her knees against her chest I had a great view
of her cotton panties, and they looked as if they might be wet, but I
couldn’t tell for sure and I didn’t want her to see me staring again.

The other buckle secure, Jen got up and walked passed me, grazing me
with her firm young ass.  I was left there, kneeling, with the worst set
of blue balls I’d ever had.

I knelt there for a few minutes, hoping my hard-on would subside.
Finally, I just picked up the pillow, holding it in front of me, and
headed to the bathroom.  As I passed by the kitchen, Jen yelled out,
“Hello Uncle Don,” bringing attention my way from the few people who
were early risers.  Luckily I was able to waive them off as I continued
to the bathroom.  I found it empty, once again thanking my stars, and
got in the shower.

Setting the water for as cold as I could stand it, I watered my cock in
hopes of cooling the flames.  After some effort, I succeeded and got
dressed to face the day.

I made my way into the kitchen and took a seat to strike up some
conversation.  The questions arose as to when I would finally find a
girl and settle down.  As always I did the best I could to tell everyone
I was not in a hurry.  I was in my mid thirties and enjoyed my freedom.

“I think Uncle Don is a considerate and very helpful man,” said Jen with
a smile as my face started to redden.  “He was so nice helping me this
morning when I was having some trouble with my shoes. The girls don’t
know how lucky they would be to HAVE him.”

I did my best to act as if it was nothing and luckily the conversation
changed directions.  Throughout breakfast I tried to ignore looking at
Jen who was sitting across the table from me.  Every time our eyes met
she was looking right at me with what appeared to be a bit of a smirk on
her face.

After breakfast it was decided the group would go to a local park for a
walk and let the young children play.  Feeling the need to distance
myself somewhat from Jen, I bowed out feigning a bit of a headache.  I
hoped for some time by myself to regain my composure and empty the load
that had built up in my balls.  Just as I was seeing everyone off, Jen
asked her mother if she could stay behind and work on a report for
school on the laptop.  Her mother was so proud that she was such a
conscientious student, and readily agreed.

Jen got out the laptop and I thought I would just stay out of her way
while she worked.

“Oh the battery is dead,” she exclaimed.  “I guess the report will have
to wait.  Lets play Uncle Don.”

“I don’t know that I’m up for it,” knowing that after this morning it
wouldn’t be a good idea.

“Come on, just for a little while,” she said in a voice that cut right
through me, as she swayed slightly, cocking her head in an innocent
schoolgirl way.

Knowing better but somehow unable to refuse, I agreed.

“Lets go downstairs to the den,” as she skipped off for the stairs.

As I fell in behind her she mockingly looked back saying “Here boy, here
boy,” smacking her lips in an exaggerated kissing sound as if calling a
dog.

“Now,” I said, unable to think of anything else, but continuing to
follow after her just as a good dog would.

“Lets have a pillow fight,” she said excitedly.

“Oh no,” I said, “I’m a grown man and you’re just a kid, what sixteen
years old?”

“Hey I’m a senior, I just turned eighteen.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just with your hair in pony tails and the way you’re
dressed with those shoes and all...”

“What’s wrong with my shoes, I think they’re very pretty.  Don’t you
think they are pretty?” she said as she pointed her shoe and slowly
twisted it side to side.  My eyes were drawn to it.

“Oh yes they’re very lovely, it’s just that they make you look so young,
even though you surely act like quite the adult,” I stated, trying to
save myself.  “But I still don’t think it would be fair for us to pillow
fight.  I’m so much bigger than you.”

“To even it up, you fight from your knees,” she said, throwing a pillow
my way.  “The first one to knock the other over wins.”

I sank to my knees and the play began.  Jen was laughing as she circled
me smacking my head.  I fought back half heartedly, watching her nubile
body bounce so alluringly in front of me.

I was getting tired of spinning on my knees as Jen circled me.  While
she was behind me, she must have kicked me in the back, and I fell to
the ground.

“I won, I won!” she exclaimed jumping up and down.  Suddenly, she
plopped down on my stomach, slightly knocking the wind out of me.

“I won,” she giggled, sitting on my stomach with her feet on either side
of my head.  From my position I was looking right at her panties.  I
tried not to stare, but it took me a few seconds to tear my eyes away
from the sight.  She waited for me to look her in the eyes.

“My report was on the Roman conquests.  Do you know what the Romans did
to their captives?”

“What?” I said meekly.

“They made them their slaves.  You have to be my slave till the others
get back.”

I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.  There was a long pause and I
should have put a stop to this, but I said nothing.

“Slave, you made fun of the way I dress and especially my shoes.
Apologize to my shoes.”

Jen raised both maryjanes and planted them on my chest.

“I’m sorry Jen...”

“To my SHOES!”

“Lovely shoe, I’m very sorry if I insulted you.  You are very beautiful,
and I was wrong to say bad things about you. I’m sorry.”

What was I doing?  I was completely abasing myself at the feet of this
beautiful young girl.  My cock was hard as a rock, and I couldn’t bring
myself to stop, the feelings coming over me were incredible and I was
losing control of my will to my dick.

Jen placed the sole of her shoe inches above my face.  “Kiss it!”

I looked at her, and she had this regal look about her.  I was helpless
to resist.  I lifted my head and tried to kiss her shoe.  It was just
out of reach and I couldn’t get to it with her other foot on my chest
holding me down.  Just how foolish I must have appeared struggling to
kiss the shoe she kept just beyond my lips.

Jen giggled at my obsequious performance then said, “Beg!”

“Please Jen may I kiss your shoe.”

“Call me Princess Jen, and you will have to do much better than that if
you want to kiss it.  You do want to kiss it, don’t you weenie?”

I felt utterly degraded.  Yes I would continue to beg her I so
desperately needed to humiliate myself before her.  I had never felt so
sexually stimulated and the more she degraded me, the more excited I
became.

“Princess Jen, I am your devoted slave and I beg for the privilege and
honor of kissing your shoe.  Please allow this lowly worm to pay homage
to your feet.”

She put the sole on my face, and I passionately kissed it in total
supplication.

She took it away and said, “Lick it!  Lick it just like last night.”

With not an ounce of self-respect left, I put my entire effort into
loving the sole of her pretty shoes.  Jen let me continue, and I was
approaching orgasm.  Just before I was about to climax, she took the
maryjanes away.

“Take my shoes off.”

Reverently I removed her shoes and exposed her perfect feet in the hot
pink anklets.  She curled her foot, pointing her toe.  She had the most
amazing legs I’d ever seen.  She cupped both feet and covered my face.
The socks had been on her feet for nearly two days in the hot sticky
weather.  They reeked.  But to me the pungent smell was pure nirvana.  I
was in total ecstasy as I drank in the heavenly fragrance of her
unwashed feet.  I came in an earth shattering orgasm as I held her
filthy feet to my face.

Jen was laughing hysterically as I humiliated myself at her feet..  I
had lost all self-respect, yet it was the most fantastic orgasm I’d ever
experienced.

“Take off my socks.”

Gently I slid the anklets from her magnificent feet, exposing the
objects consuming my entire being.  Jen traced her toes lightly over my
face.  I was reeling in pleasure.

“I haven’t cleaned them in a few days slave boy.  You want to clean
them?”

“Oh yes Princess Jen.  I would do anything if you let me clean them.”
Her feet were exquisite, with a pretty pale pink nail polish on her
toenails.  My mouth watered at the thought of licking those peds.

Jen slid off my stomach and quickly undid my pants, yanking them down
while I lay there offering no resistance.

“What have we here you perverted dog,” she said looking at the large
pool of cum all over my stomach.  “It looks like you will need cleaning
as well.”

With her foot, she stepped in the sticky goo and brought it up to my
mouth.  I didn’t open it at first and Jen smeared it onto my face.  Her
foot smell hit my senses again and I opened up to make love to her
foot.  Repeatedly, she dipped her feet in the cum and brought them to my
ever so impatient lips.  I kissed and lapped with more passion then I
ever summoned before.  I was oblivious to all but Jen’s wonderful feet.
As I slurped at her foot, she manipulated my cock with the other and
once again I came, screaming in ecstatic joy.

Jen collected the cum on her foot and smeared it all over my face and
hair, laughing at the ease with which she could humiliate me.  I did
absolutely nothing to stop her, and in fact, craved for her to degrade
me further.

Completely spent from the two best orgasms of my life, I lay there.  Jen
took one of the ribbons out of her hair and began tying it around my
ball sac.  She knotted it quite tightly and I winced in pain.

“This pink ribbon will serve as a reminder of your status as the slave
weenie that you are.”

Jen got up and left me there to contemplate just how ridiculous and
degrading the acts that she just put me through had been.  To further
add to my shame and humiliation, they not only were voluntary, but I had
begged to perform them.

I heard the others return and I zipped up my pants and attempted to make
my face and hair presentable.  I did my best to wipe off the cum Jen had
smeared all over me and ran shamefaced to the bathroom.  I could only
hope that my appearance wasn’t too noticeable as I hurried past the
crowd.  I quickly combed out my hair and resolved to leave immediately.

I gathered my things, said good-by to all, and headed to the car.  As I
was about to start the car Jen came walking out.  Her feet were bare and
she was carrying the hot pink anklets.  I was standing by the car door,
which luckily was secluded from the house by a van someone came with.
Jen boldly undid my pants and yanked them down.

“I see you’re still wearing your pretty pink ribbon.  Are you still in
slave status?” she asked mockingly.

I dropped my head in shame and my only response was the growing cock
between my legs.

“I see you are.  How about a kiss?” she said as she got up on her
tiptoes.  I parted my lips and closed my eyes.  My heart started
pounding as I anticipated the wonderful moment.  But then I felt a large
wad of spittle hit me in the face as Jen burst out in laughter.

“How about a kiss?” Jen said again as she leaned back against a tree and
lifted her foot slightly off the ground.  With my pants around my ankles
I fell to my knees before this teen goddess.  Jen turned her back to me
and turned up the sole of her bare foot.  It had picked up quite a bit
of dirt on the walk to the car, nevertheless, I craved to supplicate
myself at her feet.  With her toe resting on the ground I had to lower
my head completely to her foot.  Moaning with pleasure, I not only
kissed it, but licked every inch, devouring the dirt and filth as though
it were a succulent meal.

Jen kicked me as she tired of my obsequious performance, and I rose to
my feet.  My cock was ready to burst, as pre-cum dripped off the end.

“Would you like my anklets slave boy?”  Jen asked holding them under my
nose.

“Oh yes Princess Jen,” I said excitedly.

She put one of the pink anklets over my prick and manipulated me with a
few light strokes.  Jism spurted into the sock as I groaned in
pleasure.  She squeezed out the last drops of cum into the other anklet,
then shoved both of them into my unsuspecting mouth.

The acrid taste of her feet had me reeling once again.  Jen took her
other ribbon and tied a bow around my ever-erect cock to go with the one
around my aching balls.

“Have a pleasant trip home,” she laughed as she headed back to the
house.  I stood there motionless, still lost in the state of nirvana
Princess Jen created within me.  Before I had a chance to recover my
senses, Jen appeared again and was snapping photos of the pathetic worm
I had become.  I was about to pull my pants up and cover my shameful
appearance when Jen said:

“Don’t you dare!”

I froze in place, the true slave that I had become.