Princess Jen 2 fdom footfetish humil. Princess Jen Part 2 By Slave Shoelicker It had been quite a long summer for me. I worked without a vacation and spent the evenings and weekends walking through the campus of the nearby university. There were just a few students in the summer session, but the warm weather had those few young coeds scantily clad. I couldn’t keep my mind off the events of the party back in June, and Jen had been the object of numerous fantasies on the hot summer evenings I spent home alone. I kept the pretty pink anklets in my nitestand drawer, and most every night I would wake up dreaming about that eventful day and take out the socks to relieve the incredible hard-on these dreams would evoke. It was Labor Day weekend and a friend at work was throwing a party at his house to salute the end of summer. When I got there he pulled me aside to tell me his wife had a friend who they wanted me to meet. I was very reluctant and I had very little interest in dating since my experience with Jen. A plain vanilla relationship just didn’t interest me at this time. He went on to say that she was a part time aerobics instructor at his wife’s health club, and was getting a Ph.D. at the university. I guess it would do no harm to meet her, so I resigned myself to the prospect. Jackie was a stunning woman. She entered the party and all eyes turned to look at her. She had on a short flower print dress that gave ample sight to her fantastic legs. Her breasts were small but firm and a perfect compliment to her amazing body. Her face was right off a cover girl commercial. Still, she didn’t stir the sexual interest in me that had been lacking all summer. Phil’s wife introduced us and we talked about ourselves and our interests well into the late afternoon. She was an incredible woman who had intelligence and charm to go along with her model looks. Phil was serving dinner and we split up as Jackie went to talk to Phil’s wife Donna. I got caught up in conversation with some other friends from work and the wolves took the opportunity to move in on Jackie. Donna came over to pull me aside so we could talk. “Don, you really made an impression on Jackie. Most men drool all over her and just want the usual. Look at them. They are practically stumbling over one another trying to impress her. It’s about time for you to start dating seriously. You won’t find anyone better than Jackie. Now I’m going to get her away from the wolves and then I want you to continue where you left off.” “Well I don’t know...” “Don’t give me that. I know you’re not gay and I’m telling you that you can’t miss if you ask her to leave with you. I drove her over here and she will need a ride home. She told me she was EXTREMELY interested in you. I have vouched that you are an equally good catch with no hidden surprises. No buts about it.” Before last June’s party everything she said would have been true. But now I had trouble thinking of myself on equal footing with any woman, let alone a woman like Jackie. I had completely given up all self respect at Jen’s feet. Maybe it was time to get myself back together. After all, there was no harm in trying. True to her word, Donna whisked Jackie away from the crowd and got her to a bench isolated somewhat from the rest of the party. I made my way over and we continued discussing her studies and my interests. We really did have quite a bit in common and she even initiated the request for a ride home. “Don, I came here with Donna and I’d feel bad asking her for a ride before the rest of the guests leave.” “That’s no problem, I could take you home.” And so we quietly said our good-byes and headed to my car. I started heading to a small apartment complex near the university where Jackie lived. “I’d like to invite you up to my place for some coffee but it’s such a small student apartment...” she was saying. “We could stop at my place if you like. I live fairly close to the college,” I broke in. “That would be great,” she said. We pulled up to my place on a shaded street of old stately houses. Once inside I told Jackie to make herself comfortable while I got the coffee going and brought some snacks. The more I got to know Jackie, the more I was convinced that I was over the slump caused by my degrading experience with Jen. We got comfortable on the couch and I marveled at how beautiful a woman she really was. Around 7 PM the doorbell rang and I got up to get it. I opened the door and in walks Jen and another girl about her age. I was stunned. I couldn’t move. “Hello weenie,” Jen said as she walked in past me with her friend, “long time no see Donny boy.” I stood still, frozen and speechless. “I see you have company. Perhaps you would like me to leave? What about it dork?” Jen continued to chide. My mind was spinning and I couldn’t think clearly. “Who is this Don?” Jackie asked. “Um, um, ah...,” I stammered, “This is ah, Jen, she is ahh...” “I don’t think ‘Jen’ will quite do weenie,” Jen giggled, “I have some pictures here that might jog your memory,” as she reached into her purse. Knowing full well that I could never recover from the embarrassment if Jackie saw those pictures, I broke in, “This is Princess Jen.” My face was becoming red with shame. “I can leave if you like, Donny boy?” Jen prodded once again. I wanted to ask her to leave. I wanted to get her out and get my life back together. But as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t ask Jen to go. Every time I was about to say it, my lips would move but no words were spoken. “I think I should go Don,” Jackie said as she got off the couch. She delayed momentarily to see if I would offer to drive her home, but I made no offer. Jackie turned to walk out the door and I said nothing, not even good-bye. “Ta ta,” Jen said as she laughed it up with her friend. “See, didn’t I tell you he is a total dork.” I had barely moved since Jen walked in the door. She was dressed in the same outfit she wore to the party. A pink blouse, a pink and white short pleated skirt, and shiny patent leather maryjanes. The only change were the anklets she wore. They were white with frilly pink lace at the top. Jen walked up to me and stopped about five feet away. She put her hands behind her back, tilted her head to the side, and twisted slightly from side to side in a coquettish schoolgirl way. I was mesmerized by her charm. She extended her foot into a point and traced semicircles on the floor in front of her. After a moment, she broke the silence and my trance saying: “How do you greet your Princess, slave boy? You are still my slave, aren’t you?” My heart pounded. I had waited all summer for this wish to come true. I had fantasized about it a thousand times. But I was moments away from ridding Jen’s hold on me as I sat with Jackie. Jen’s timing was perfect. She plucked me back moments before I would be free of her alluring power. I fell to my knees before my princess. I bent forward to reach her shoe. “You are still my slave?” she said as I stopped inches from her foot. “Yes,” I whispered, about to move on to her shoe. Jen slid it backwards a few inches and I froze, with my eyes glued to her precious feet. “You must first agree to be my total slave, and offer complete devotion to me. You must agree to obey all my wishes, no matter how difficult or silly they may seem to you. You must be a true slave in every sense of the word.” “I will be your slave, Princess Jen. I will obey all your wishes as if my life depended on them. I offer myself completely to you. Your wish is my command.” Jen slid her pointed toe under my lips. I was in heaven as I craned my neck to kiss the maryjane’s shiny leather. Barely had my lips reached the pretty shoe when Jen spun around and skipped to the couch, leaving me there on my knees, bent forward with my face to the floor. Her friend laughed at my ridiculous position. “I’ll be attending school at the university next door weenie. Just think, your slavedom might last a little longer then you may have thought. That is, if you are deserving of me as your princess. I won’t hesitate to cast you off if you disappoint me.” “I’d like you to meet a new friend of mine. This is my new roommate Jamilar. She is from Rio down in South America.” Jamilar was an attractive, exotic young girl. She had a Spanish look and sophistication beyond her years. Her body was extremely fit, yet voluptuous. She wore a clinging dress that was little more than a snug fitting tee shirt, barely covering her well-rounded ass. Her shapely legs were bare and her feet were adorned with four+ inch black patent leather pumps. To put it mildly, she was a knockout. “Come greet her,” Jen said. I was on my hands and knees. Instead of getting up I began to crawl to the couch where Jamilar was sitting. “Slither on your belly worm,” Jen ordered. Once again, Jen was stripping me of all self-respect. I got down on my belly and started worming my way to the couch once more. “I don’t think I can recall a slave dressed so formally, do you Jamilar?” Jen said mischievously. “No, I haven’t. They are always dressed in rags or naked as I recall,” Jamilar said with a smirk on her face. “I want you butt naked dork,” Jen demanded. I was getting up to undress, but Jen cut in: “No need to leave the floor weenie. Slaves belong on their hands and knees unless their owner decides otherwise.” ‘Owner’, This was something new. Jen was now referring to herself as my ‘owner’. I squirmed around on the floor, removing all my clothes, and yet another layer of whatever self-respect was left. “Look at that boner!” Jamilar exclaimed as I removed my underwear. My humiliation at Jen’s feet had excited me to the edge of climax, and my penis was as hard as it’s been since my last acts of degradation at her feet. Completely naked, I snaked to Jamilar’s pumps. Reaching them, I pressed my lips to their shiny toe tips. They left me there pecking adoring kisses as they discussed the exciting prospect of freshman year at college. Jamilar, it turns out, was a child model and television star back home. This would explain her worldly aire. She had both dancing and singing experience, but wanted a break from that career to lead a normal life for a few years. Jen would be playing field hockey in the fall semester and tennis in the spring. After fifteen minutes or so of kissing Jamilar’s heel, Jen began describing our encounter last June in detail. I felt so ashamed as Jamilar burst out laughing at my utter humiliation. Jen then turned some attention my way. “I think it’s about time you thanked me for allowing your worthless piece of flesh to be my slave,” Jen said. Her legs were crossed and she was gently swinging the patent maryjane. Jen’s athletic legs were without a doubt the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. Her short pink and white pleated skirt allowed me to see most of her tantalizing thighs. Her skin was so smooth and clear. The muscle tone was exquisite, but not overly bulky. I was drawn to her and was incapable of preventing my supplication at her feet. The shoe was so innocent and pretty. The frilly anklet such a perfect compliment to Jen’s simple beauty. “Thank you Princess Jen for accepting me as your lowly slave. I vow to commit every action I take to meet with your absolute satisfaction. I will always strive for total compliance with your wishes. I pledge complete subservience to my divine princess.” Reverently I approached Jen’s shoe. Unworthy to kiss the shiny leather, I contorted my body to lick the sole, just inches off the ground. I was overwhelmed at the elation this obsequious act arose within me. I lapped at the sole with all the devotion I could summon. Relishing my abasement before this teen goddess. Jen brought her other maryjane up to me penis and stoked it lightly. Immediately I came, shrieking in ecstasy. Spent to the point of exhaustion, I lay at my princess’ feet, still licking her shoe in servile adoration. Jen brought the lovely cum covered shoe to my lips, and I abjectly devoured the jism spewed all over it. Reveling in my utter humiliation. “He is such a pathetic creature,” Jen remarked as she giggled at my degrading performance. “I’ve never seen someone so aroused,” Jamilar said. “It’s like he burns with desire to demean himself at your feet. But you are right. He is quite a pathetic creature. Certainly not a man by any means. Perhaps we should call him slave licky boy.” “Great idea!” Jen said. “Licky boy, do you still have the pretty pink ribbons I gave you?” I burned with shame. I was humiliated beyond anything imaginable. Jen had reduced me to less than a man, and now I would be answering to “Licky boy.” Could she diminish me further? I shuddered to think. And yet, something within me craved for my princess to continue my degradation. “I still have them Princess Jen,” as I continued cleaning the last of my cum from her shoe. “Let’s get them, shall we?” She said as she took the pretty maryjane away from me. I truly felt like the dog whose steak bone was whisked away. As I lay there on my belly, Jen called to me: “Here licky boy, here licky boy.” Then whistling for me to follow like the dog I was. I crawled after these two beautiful teen vixens and led then up to my bedroom. I opened the drawer of my nitestand and Jen looked in. “Oh I see you still have the pink anklets I gave you as well. My, my they are a little worse for wear. Have you been a nasty dog Licky boy?” I hung my head in shame. “Just what have you done to these tattered socks?” I was going to have to describe my jack-off sessions of the past summer not only to Jen, but her new friend who was shaking her head in disbelief at my self-abasement. “I’m waiting licky boy.” “I uh, I ... used them to satisfy myself,” I said shamefully. “Well how often did you diddle yourself?” “Uh... I did it every day.” “You did it every day?” Jen pressed. “Sometimes more, Princess Jen.” “Show me!” Jen ordered as she threw the worn anklets at me. Jen’s unending humiliation of me had my prick to full mast yet again. I put one of the anklets on it. The girls sat on the edge of the bed as I knelt before them and performed as ordered. I brought the other pink anklet up to my lips. I closed my eyes and made love to the pretty socks. Tenderly kissing one anklet while whacking off in the other. I was lost in the heavenly sensations washing over me. I came in moments and was shaken back to reality by the hysterical laughter of the girls. “What have you been doing with the soiled anklets, Licky boy?” Jen asked. I squeezed the last of the cum from my penis, and then disgracefully stuffed it in my own mouth. More hysterics as I hung my head, sucking my filthy spew from the lovely sock. “I’ve worn these shoes and anklets for three days without washing, licky boy,” Jen remarked as she pointed the toe of her shoe and extended it under my chin. She raised my head and forced me to acknowledge my humiliation. The thought of her remark inspired caused an immediate response in my cock. “Just look at him,” Jamilar said, “He is practically drooling at the thought.” “Licky boy, I don’t think you have earned the right to my feet. Perhaps you will tomorrow. A kiss good-night?” Jen asked. With all the feeling I had, I passionately kissed the tip of the maryjane. All to soon Jen removed her foot. “Don’t forget a kiss for Jamilar,” Jen ordered. I lowered my lips to the patent pump on the floor and gently kiss the vixen’s shoe. “Stand up!” Jen said. I jumped to my feet and stood before my princess with downcast eyes. Jen took the pink ribbons and tied one tightly around my ball sac. I winced in pain as she pulled the knot. The other ribbon was tied around the base of my erect penis. Her task complete, Jen grabbed my chin, looked me in the eyes, and spit in my face. Her spittle landed on my upper lip. As it oozed its way down, I opened my mouth and extended my tongue to catch the savory treat. The girls just laughed at my pathetic being and headed back to school. “Perhaps tomorrow licky boy.” Jen said walking out the door.