Princess Jen 3 fdom footfetish humil. Princess Jen Part 3 By Slave Shoelicker The girls were gone, and there I was, naked except for the pink ribbons adorning my private parts. I caught my reflection in the mirror and pondered the absurd sight. As if the ribbons weren’t enough, I was sucking my own semen out of a dirty sock. Why was I doing this to myself? Why couldn’t I control the lust I had to abase myself at Jen’s feet? Why was I more turned on by this degradation than I ever was before? I went to sleep that night with the ribbons on, the anklet in my mouth, and a massive hard on. Sunday came and I sat at home anxiously hoping for Jen to arrive. It was mid-afternoon and I was pacing the floor, afraid to leave and miss her should she come. The phone rang and I answered it. It was Jen. She ordered me to come to her dorm room on campus and gave me directions. I knew the campus fairly well and made my way over as fast as I could. There were many students moving in at the time, so it was easy for me to get into Jen’s dorm. I knocked on her dorm room and Jen opened the door. “Licky boy, good to see you. You’re here to settle a bet,” Jen said pulling me into the room. She undid my pants and yanked them down to my ankles. “Well, well,” said Jamilar. “He IS still wearing the ribbons. You win Jen, but I must say, I’m glad that you did. Licky boy is so compliant. I like that in a slave.” Jamilar walked up to me and viscously slapped my face. I was startled but I involuntarily replied: “Thank you Miss Jamilar.” The girls laughed at my ridiculous response. It was orientation weekend at the university and the teens were going to a dinner party. Jen was busy getting dressed and completely ignored me as she stripped off one set of clothes and laid out another. My cock stood at full salute to her magnificent body. She dressed in the same style short pleated skirt and white blouse. Her hair was done up in a ponytail, held in place by a pink ribbon. Jen’s feet were still adorned with the white anklets and frilly pink lace trim. The lovely maryjanes completed the ensemble. I wondered if she had yet to remove the shoes and socks. Could it be she really had worn them for three days without taking them off? Jamilar was still wearing an extremely short baby tee shirt dress that clung to her alluring body. The black patent four-inch pumps were on her feet. Her legs looked fantastic as she strutted in those heels. She wore expensive jewelry to complete her perfect appearance. “We have a job for you while we are at the dinner party,” Jen said, as she took out some twine from one of the boxes she had used to move in. “Turn around,” she ordered. I did as commanded and my wrists were tightly bound behind my back.. “On your knees.” I fell to my knees. With my hands tied behind my back and my pants around my ankles, I was totally hobbled. Jen and Jamilar proceeded to dump a pile of shoes on the floor of the room. “Your job, licky boy, is to thoroughly clean each and every shoe in that pile before we return from the party,” Jen said. I looked at the pile and wondered how in my bound state I would be able to accomplish my task. “Oh,” Jen said with a smirk on her face, “I wouldn’t want your tongue to dry out and prevent you from finishing your chore.” Jen turned to the dresser and placed a large bowl of slimy goo on the floor in front of me. “Here’s something for you to drink if you get thirsty. Hmm, maybe that won’t be enough,” Jen giggled. >From the size of the bowl, there had to be nearly two quarts of the slop. “Perhaps we should be kind enough to add some more to make sure licky boy can do a proper job. What do you think Jamilar?” Jen asked. “I wouldn’t want the dog to go thirsty,” Jamilar said getting up from the edge of the bed. She snorted up a thick wad of spittle and let it drop into the bowl. It looked quite revolting as I knelt before the bowl. Princess Jen got up and proceeded to take her turn adding to the spit soup. She spit and it landed on the floor in front of the bowl. “Clean that up!” she ordered. With my hands behind my back and my pants around my ankles, I had to clumsily fall to the floor on my stomach to make my way there. I was about to reach the spittle when Jen demanded: “On your back.” On my back, I watched Jen step in the spit and bring her foot so that it was inches over my face. I could see her pink cotton panties under the short skirt. Her shapely buttocks and perfect legs had my heart racing with excitement. I could see the pretty pink lace trim of the anklet on either side of the maryjane. Jen let the moment linger and then lowered the shoe to my lusting lips. I moaned in pleasure, lapping at the sole. My degradation at Princess Jen’s feet once again causing a sexual arousal like no other I had experienced before her. Jen removed her foot and I involuntarily groaned in severe disappointment. Causing the vixens to laugh at my servile lust. Jen scrapped the last of the spittle onto her shoe and slowly brought it towards me. I licked my lips in anticipation and craned my neck to get at the shoe, which consumed my every thought. I was oblivious to the giggles of the girls and the filming that Jamilar had begun with a camcorder she had. “Beg, licky boy. Beg if you want to clean the filthy slop off the sole of my shoe,” Jen said. I needed it. I needed to get to Jen’s shoe more than any desire I’d ever had. “Princess Jen,” i began, “i beg you from the deepest depths of my soul. i yearn to be your slave. Never before have i desired something so much. A greater passion could not be found than the passion burning within me to supplicate myself before you. i vow to relinquish everything i am and devote my entire being as your servant and slave. Please,...Please...” Our eyes met, and Jen knew the sincerity of my commitment as i prostrated myself at her feet. Taking pity at my utter desperation she lowered the shoe to my eager lips. I licked her sole with every fiber of dedication i could summon. The sheer ecstasy was overwhelming and i was seconds from erupting in an orgasm sure to pale all others i had ever experienced. Jamilar stopped filming and jammed the spike of her heel into my cock. She then reached down and squeezed my balls. The agony was unreal, yet i refused to take my lips from Jen’s maryjane. Jen, satisfied that i had performed my task, walked away. “Get on with your work,” she said walking out the door. i surveyed the shoes before me. Jen’s were quite different than Jamilar’s. Jen had several colors and varieties of maryjanes and saddle shoes, along with some penny loafers and athletic shoes. Jamilar’s consisted almost entirely of expensive dress heels and Italian flats. i began first with Jamilar’s. In my bound position it was necessary to squirm on my belly to each shoe. i picked out a pair of strappy sandals. i licked every inch of the sole and straps saving the insole for last. Touching my tongue to the imprint of her foot, my taste buds were assaulted with the acrid taste of Jamilar’s foot sweat. i was in heaven as i continued lapping the shoes, barely noticing the agony in my neck caused by the awkward position i was forced into by my bonds. i was no longer revolted by the slimy goo, and it was necessary several times to drink from the slop to wet my parched mouth. i found myself prostrate before a pair of Jen’s field hockey shoes. The soles were caked with mud and dirt. Strangely, i devoured the filth as if it were a gourmet meal, so eager was i to insure the cleanliness of Jen’s shoes. Finished with my task, i wormed my way back to each and every shoe to ascertain they were spotless. Just then the door opened. In walked Jen and Jamilar along with two other girls who were slightly older and very well dressed. The two girls burst out in hysterics at the ridiculous sight i presented. “Look at those lovely ribbons he’s wearing,” one of them exclaimed. “Is he really you slave?” the other one asked when she regained her composure. “Have a seat if you would,” Jen said as the young ladies took a seat on the edge of the bed. “You look a little parched licky boy. Did your chore wear out that tongue of yours?” Jen inquired. “It was my pleasure to lick the dirt from your pretty shoes Princess Jen,” i said. “Thank you for the privilege.” The girls giggled as i abased myself before my princess. “Are you thirsty?” she said popping the top of a can of soda. “Oh yes Princess Jen.” That cold soda sure looked good. Jen began to sip it, then said to me: “By all means have a drink licky boy,” gesturing in the direction of the large bowl of spit still quite full with over a quart of the goo. i slithered as best i could to the bowl, knowing full well what Jen expected of me. Reaching the slop, i took a little sip, burning with shame as i humiliated myself in front of these new coeds. i felt something on the back of my head and then my face was forced to the bottom of the bowl. i was up to my ears in the slime. It was in my eyes, and some was inhaled through my nose. “Better drink up,” i heard over the roar of laughter in the one ear not completely covered. i began slurping the thick, foul substance as fast as i could. Several times i nearly choked, but Jen just pressed down harder, making it more difficult to drink. Finally, turning blue in the face, i reached the bottom and managed a breath. Jen took her foot away, and i lay face down in the bowl, panting for air. “What do you have to say for yourself licky boy,” Jen asked. “Thank you Princess Jen,” i muffled into the bottom of the bowl, raising more hysterics from the audience. “Get over here,” Jen ordered. i snaked my way to my princess. Jen extended her beautiful leg and made a point with her toe. The tip of the maryjane touching the ground inches in front of my face. Reverently and with loving adoration, i placed tender kisses to the toe tip of the pretty shoe, paying homage to the reason for my existence. “Wow,” one of the girls said. “Does he kiss ass too?” Jen stood and turned her back to me. She bent forward, flipped her skirt onto her back, and began swaying her hips from side to side. i scrambled as fast as i could given my position, to get on my knees. i was mesmerized by the sight of Jen’s fantastic ass. Her pink cotton panties moving hypnotically. Jen looked back at me as i fixated on her swaying ass. My face glistened with the spittle and it soaked my hair. “You’re to disgusting to kiss it now licky boy,” she said as i groaned in agony to the delight of the others. “Perhaps you can smell, but don’t get that filth on my pretty panties.” i moved closer getting my nose as close as i could to the crack of Jen’s firm, heartshaped ass. Suddenly Jen farted. Impulsively i inserted my nose as close as i could get it and inhaled her heady fragrance. My eyes closed as i reveled in the gift from my princess, unconcerned by the disgust of my audience. After the commotion died down, the two new girls got up to leave. “Thank you so much for letting us observe your slave. Do feel free to bring him by the Gamma house anytime. I think you will find we are the only sorority worth pledging. Especially for women of your caliber. You are both welcome anytime. Bye bye licky boy,” the girls said as they left the room. “Look at you, you’re disgusting,” Jen said lifting her feet as she sat on the bed. She then began smearing the spittle with the soles of her shoes, rubbing it into my face and hair. Treating me as little more than a doormat. Desperately i attempted to kiss her shoes as they moved across my face. “There, that’s better,” Jen giggled looking at my ludicrous appearance. By wiping her shoes on my spittle-covered face, the dirt from the soles was smeared all over it. i looked like a street bum who hadn’t washed in weeks. Jen removed the twine and ordered: “Get dressed, but leave your fly open and I want the ribbons hanging out.” i quickly did as my princess ordered and followed behind her as we left the dorm room. i did my best to hide behind Jen and Jamilar to avoid letting people see the ridiculous pink ribbons hanging out in front of me. “Two steps back and off to the side or I’ll have you crawl,” she snapped. “Yes Princess Jen,” i said jumping back in quick compliance. Of course she said this just as a large crowd of coeds were passing by thus drawing their full attention. i turned red with shame as they all laughed at my humiliation. We entered a coffee shop on campus, and the girls took a seat and sent me to pick up some sparkling water and cake. Shamefaced i went to the counter to get the refreshments. The coed behind the counter gave me a disapproving look given the dirt on my face and ribbons hanging out my fly. i quickly paid for the food and made my way back to our table. On the way, to my horror, i spotted Jackie, reading a book at a table not far from ours. My heart was pounding with apprehension. i reached the table and it was evident the girls spotted Jackie as well by their giggling. i was going to pick a chair that would at least put my back to Jackie when Jen kicked out another chair designed to put me on full display. Obediently i took my seat. “Would you like something to drink licky boy?” Jen said with a smirk on her face. i couldn’t respond. “You must be thirsty, and you bought three mineral waters,” as the girls laughed. i was still silent. Jamilar lifted her lovely leg and dropped it into my lap. She began caressing my cock with her heel. It felt wonderful and the expression on my face clearly revealed this to the world. What if Jackie saw? “Remove my shoe,” Jamilar ordered. How far did these vixens intend to go in humiliating me? i knew i needed to put a stop to this right now. If Jackie saw me she would surely tell Donna and i would never be able to recover my self-respect again. i delayed, trying to speak out against this public scene. i just couldn’t get myself to object. What type of power did Jen actually have over me? Just how far could she take me? Jamilar stuck the spike of her heel into my ball sac and i gasped in pain. i was a bit to loud and it got Jackie’s attention who was now looking right at us. Jamilar increased the pressure and twisted the shoe. The pain was clearly evidenced in my dirt-streaked face, yet i did nothing to stop the teen beauty that was enjoying my torment immensely. “Remove my shoe,” she repeated. If there was ever a question as to what i would do, it was erased by the agony i just endured. i was about to take the heel off when the pain returned. “Do it properly licky boy,” Jamilar ordered. She said it loud enough for Jackie to hear. i was wholly degraded. Without thinking i responded: “Yes Miss Jamilar.” “Call me Royal Mistress Jamilar.” With only the dirt on my face to hide my shame i weakly complied, “Yes Royal Mistress Jamilar.” Reverently i brought the heel up to my lips. As if kissing a loved one, i kissed the sole of the sexy shoe. i caught the expression on Jackie’s face as i did. It was one of total disgust. i slid the heel off and placed it on the table. i was the color of a ripe tomato as a result of my self abasement. Jen opened one of the bottles and poured some into the heel. “Pity we have no champagne.” They each poured some for themselves, and Jen said: “Down the hatch.” i lifted the sexy heel and my cock was straining in its confines despite my utter degradation, or perhaps because of it. i lifted it to my lips as the girls burst out laughing. Slowly i drank from the heel, no longer caring who saw, as my arousal was so intense. i looked at Jackie and she just shook her head as if to say: “You pathetic worm.” After shaking the last of the precious drops onto my eager tongue, i gently kissed the tip of the shoe and placed it on the table. “On your knees licky boy,” Jamilar demanded. i fell to the floor at her feet. “I’ve been in these heels all day and my feet are tired, dirty and fragrant. Lets see you live up to your name. Clean my foot,” Jamilar ordered. i was being completely dehumanized. She lifted her sexy leg and traced my lips with her toes. i forgot about all else as the rich aroma of her stinky feet hit my senses. i was in a state of pure nirvana as my tongue reached out and tasted the acrid ambrosia. Like a hungry animal starved for a week i licked at her foot, searching every nook and cranny for Jamilar’s delicious crusty toe cheese. Jamilar grabbed the ribbons hanging from my penis and started yanking on them. The pain only increased the ecstasy and i screamed out in utter bliss as i came. Spewing jet after jet of cum. Exhausted, i grabbed Jamilar’s foot, covering it with adoring kisses. “Thank you, Thank you, Royal Mistress Jamilar,” i pleaded, so grateful for her treat, as i continued to love her foot. “Clean up that mess licky boy,” Jen ordered. When Jamilar was tugging on the ribbons, she had pulled my cock out through the open fly. My massive orgasm was all over the filthy floor. It had to be the largest load i ever ejaculated. Slowly i bent to clean my mess. “On your belly,” Jen demanded. i prostrated myself in front of these young coeds and began mopping the floor with my tongue, eating my own seed. “Take your time licky boy. Jamilar and I have lots to talk about,” Jen said as the girls giggled at the obsequious supplicant at their feet. As i pondered my debasement, i heard the sound of high heels clicking on the tile floor. The heels stopped inches in front of my face. i was in the middle of licking one puddle and looked up. Jackie looked down at my filthy face. Thick cum covering my lips and outstretched tongue. She was the most beautiful woman i’d ever known and yesterday she was almost my lover. “You disgusting dog,” was all she said. She turned and walked away, taking with her my former existence as a man. End of part 3-----to be continued----post comments By Slave Shoelicker Warning!! Do not read if under twenty-one, or easily offended by adult sexual material. This material is only intended for adults. All minors should read no further!! Princess Jen Part 4 By Slave Shoelicker Jackie was gone, and i returned to my task, cleaning the last of the cum from the filthy floor. The girls were still involved in chatter about the upcoming school year. They were both very excited about their new independence and the wonderful experience college life was sure to provide. As i lay at their feet, i became acutely aware of the others in the coffee shop. Thankfully there weren’t many patrons, but those that were there stared at the bum prostrated at the feet of these beautiful young girls. i was unable to look them in the eye and i wondered just what thoughts were running through their minds as they witnessed the pathetic sight before them. The thought of arising to take my seat without the approval of Princess Jen was unthinkable. To pass the time, i marveled at the sight of my princess from the floor at her feet. The aire of poise and confidence she portrayed seemed to have grown considerably. i wondered if her ability to control me in every way had somehow given rise to her newfound confidence. i took great pride in the thought that my complete and utter humiliation at her feet may have contributed to Jen’s new stature. As she sat there discussing the possibilities for her future, it seemed she felt the sky was the limit. i knew then, my devotion to her would be total and complete. For if i could contribute in any way to her success in life, however small, i would dedicate my entire being to that task. Boldly, i slithered my way on my belly to Jen’s feet. Her incredible legs were crossed at the ankles, and i put my head to the floor before them. She must have sensed me there and she began to rub her shoe gently along the side of my cheek. Occasionally the frilly pink lace of the anklet would tickle me as her foot moved back and forth. Despite how degrading this seemed, i drank in the feelings of joy and ecstasy this kind and compassionate attention from my princess evoked within me. Never could there be someone as appealing and irresistible as Jen. Her schoolgirl charm and innocence, her joy for living, combined with her intense enjoyment of my utter humiliation was a magnet, which drew me to her. As much as i obsessed with her to degrade myself at her feet, she in turn fed off my obsession, enjoying her role as princess as immensely as i did mine. Yet despite the apparent cruelty of the acts she put me through, i believed she truly cared for me. Jen saw in me, my need to supplicate myself to her, and she so graciously responded to that need knowing it was the greatest gift i could ever receive. I doubt anyone would ever know how unselfish and compassionate her feelings toward me truly were. Jen made a point with her toe, and slid the shiny patent leather maryjane under my groveling face. i gazed upon its beauty and delicately kissed the tip of the pretty shoe, closing my eyes and offering myself to my princess, surrendering completely to her. She allowed me to continue placing adoring kisses to her shoe, while stroking my face with the other. So intense was my burning desire, i forgot that she had put me on public display. It wasn’t until i heard the cackling of a group of coeds that i returned to the realization of what Jen was doing to me. Nevertheless, i continued this servile act with even greater passion, so strong was my desire to please my princess as she herself explored the depths of her power over me. i could feel her strength grow as she fed off the servile adoration i offered to her. Jen rose from the chair and prepared to leave. i got to my knees and quickly felt a tug on the ribbons as Jamilar motioned for me to get her heel from the table. Reverently i picked up the wicked heel, gently kissing the sole at the toe tip. Jamilar crossed her legs and swung her bare foot slowly back and forth. i watched the alluring sight of her foot, noticing the deep red toe nail polish and the perfectly pampered and manicured foot. As the foot came to a stop, i slowly bent forward to kiss it, carefully looking for approval in Jamilar’s comely face. Seeing a slight smile break out at the corners of her soft lips, i continued and kissed the pretty foot i had just recently worshipped with lustful abandon. Not willing to exceed the honor bestowed by the wicked vixen, i forced myself to break away from the kiss, and slid the heel on her foot. Jamilar rose, stepping on my hand as she did. i bit my lip as the pain shot through me, and Jamilar giggled at the expression on my face as i winced, but made no move to stop her. Thankfully, she walked toward the door and i caught Jen motioning for me to follow. i scurried to make myself somewhat presentable, and hurried after the teens. i walked with my head down, and the pink ribbons hanging out my fly. My eyes were fixed on Jen’s lovely legs as she moved so gracefully along the college path. Her grace might in some part be due to the ballet classes i seem to recall she use to take when she was younger. Nevertheless, every guy who passed us was drawn to take a long leering look at her beauty. What luck i had to garner so much of her time and attention. As we approached their dorm, it was apparent that Jamilar would return alone, while Jen remained with me. “Kiss good-night licky boy,” Jamilar cooed as she turned towards me. Her face was so perfectly wicked yet undeniably beautiful as she smiled reveling in her supreme power. i fell to my knees and lowered my face to her heels.