Coed's Slave 1 fdom footfetish humil. The Coed’s Slave Part  I stopped for breakfast at a diner by a nearby university on my way to a meeting the other day. It was a nice place and it looked like a good breakfast joint. I was blown away when I noticed the waitress walk up with the menu. She asked me if I wanted coffee but I was dazed momentarily by her appearance and couldn’t respond. “Hello there,” she said, “I say again, would you like some coffee?” “Um, yes I would, thank you,” I stammered in response. She must have gone to the college down the road and took this waitress job for the extra spending money. My guess is she was probably nineteen or twenty and she was a real knockout. But what really got me was the outfit she was wearing. She had long blond hair pulled back in a ponytail, tied in place with a pink velvet scrunchie. She wore a white shirt and a short pleated pink skirt that showed off her fantastic legs. She wore very thin white knee socks with little pink tassels on the cuff just below her knees. She had simple leather keds on her feet. This innocent little schoolgirl look always drove me crazy. I had a seat at the end of the row of tables and it gave me a great view of the aisle every time she came out to take an order or deliver food. She had a very athletic way of bouncing quickly back and forth. Her ponytail would swing back and forth and her skirt would flip up and down revealing her well-toned and delicious thighs. The skirt was so short, I felt sure I would get a panty shot at any moment. She came back with the coffee and asked for my order. I hadn’t even looked at the menu and didn’t know what to say. “Uh,...what do you think is good today?” I asked. She rolled her eyes and said, “It’s all good so pick what you’d like.” I looked at the menu and ordered pancakes, the first thing that I saw. This should be interesting, I thought, I never order pancakes. Well, I just sat back on the edge of the bench seat so I could get a good view of her magnificent legs every time she walked up or down the aisle. The pancakes came and I tried a feeble attempt at humor, saying how great they looked and whether she cooked them herself. Once again she rolled her eyes and walked away without responding. I stretched out that breakfast for as long as I could, picking at the pancakes that were barely edible. It was time for me to high tail it to my meeting so I paid the cashier, left a hefty tip and headed off. Needless to say, I was completely distracted during the meeting and couldn’t get my mind off the incredible sight I had just seen. I made some excuse like I had to review the data again before I could make any commitments one way or the other and suggested we meet again next week. Since there was little point in continuing on with me in my distracted state, it was agreed to meet next week. It was coming up on eleven o’clock, so I thought I would head back to the diner for an early lunch. Luckily the beautiful young coed was still there and bless my stars, the end booth was also available. I made my way to my seat and sat back for the show. My lovely waitress dropped off a menu on one of her trips, completely ignoring me otherwise. I had hoped for some sort of response from her. At least I thought she would recognize me after the tip I left this morning. She came around with coffee for her tables and when she came over to me I quickly responded with a “yes please” and a big smile. Still barely a response from her. She came over for my order and once again I tried some humor stating I knew exactly what I wanted this time (which of course I didn’t). Still no response from her. She wasn’t even acting courteously which one would expect from a waitress. I dragged that lunch out for over an hour and a half. I flipped through some work papers as if I was reviewing something important, but mainly I just kept sneaking glances at those legs every time they passed by. The lunch crowd was dying down and finally she walked over and spoke to me, “Anything else?” “Uh no, that should be it,” I said with my best smile. Suddenly, she sat down in the seat opposite me. “Look,” she said, “I don’t normally give losers like you the time of day.” I sat there and listened. My jaw dropped and I turned red with shame. I should have done something to defend myself, but I just sat there as she continued. “I know you’ve been ogling me all day with your tongue practically hanging out. You’d love to get me out of this skirt. A geek like you doesn’t stand a chance with a girl like me. However I just might make an exception for you and let you play with me if you agree to play on my terms. What do you say dork.” She was humiliating me in front of the other customers and all I could do in response was agree to her terms, “Uh O.K.” “Fine, but I’m tired of you gawking at me. I get off in half an hour, but I want you in this seat here and I don’t want to catch you looking my way,” she said getting up. I was a little slow to move and she said “Move it Now!!” I jumped up and got in the seat she requested. The other customers were snickering at me and I sank down in the seat in shame. A while later I heard, “Let’s go. Follow me,” she said and I jumped up to run after her. We headed out of the diner and she was walking down the street. “Uh, I could drive us,” I said. “On my terms. I have no idea who you are, and I’m not getting in a position that will make me vulnerable. Don’t make me waste my time. If you want to get some attention from me, I must be assured that you will do exactly as I say. You got that weenie?” “Uh, yes,” I said weakly. “That’s Yes Ma’am, to you,” she said with a condescending look on her face. “Yes Ma’am,” I responded. I took two steps back and followed her lead, wherever she was going. Just the sight of her legs was so captivating. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. Several times I had to reach down and adjust my cock which had become rock hard. We were entering the university grounds and I continued following behind her. She stopped to talk with a girlfriend and I just stood there. When she asked who I was, Heather said I was just some dork who couldn’t control his dick. I was totally humiliated, but just stood there and hung my head in shame. Finally we continued on, entering what appeared to be a lecture hall. She led me upstairs and into a small room. “There shouldn’t be any classes in here for quite a while. Turn around and but your hands behind your back,” she demanded. Without warning Heather had me in handcuffs. “Hey, what’s going on,” I asked. “I told you, on my terms or not at all. Do you want to leave, or should I continue?” she asked. I didn’t respond and just stood there. “That’s better. I don’t want to hear another word out of you unless it’s in response to something I say.” All of a sudden she was in front of me and undoing my pants. “Hey, not so fast..” I began to say. Heather viscously slapped me across the face as hard as she could. I was dazed from the force of the blow. “Not another word and address me as Ma’am,” she said. “Yes Ma’am,” I quickly responded. My pants were now down around my ankles and despite the abuse I had taken, my cock was rock hard and standing straight out. “I see you like getting smacked around,” Heather said. “Down on the floor!” I got down on the dirty floor. Heather walked around me several times while I enjoyed the incredible view up her short skirt to her white cotton panties. She then stood with her feet on either side of my head and I was looking directly up into heaven. She squatted down somewhat and said: “You want to kiss my ass?” As humiliating as that may seem, I was burning with desire to kiss Heather’s glorious ass. “Oh yes ma’am,” I said. She walked away for a moment and reached down into my pants. Heather pulled out my wallet and again stood over my head. She squatted down and I was inches from her luscious tush. “Beg me to take all your money and I might just let you kiss it. You do want to kiss it, don’t you dork?” She chided. “Yes ma’am,” I said weakly. “Please take my money. Please take my money and let me kiss your ass.” What was I doing? I had over $100 dollars in there and I was asking,.. no, I was begging Heather to take it so I could kiss her ass. “Please ma’am, please, I’m begging you. Take my money. Take it all. Just let me kiss your wonderful ass.” Heather swayed her ass from side to side inches in front of me. My dick was ready to explode. My mouth was watering. “There is far to little here to justify letting you kiss my ass, but you do want me to take it, just for being nice and letting you look at it. Don’t you dork?” “Yes take it,” I said in utter disappointment. “Oh no, you have to convince me to take it.” “Please ma’am, please take it. The sight of your wonderful ass is worth far more than what I have. Please take it.” “Very well,” Heather said, “Roll over.” I rolled on to my stomach with my hands cuffed behind my back. Heather stood before me and bent forward, flipping her skirt on to her back. I could see her fantastic legs and magnificent ass, from the leather keds and the white kneesocks with pink tassels to her cotton panties. “You’ve got one minute,” she said looking over her shoulder. I began humping the dirty floor, mesmerized by the sight before me. In less then five seconds I came in a shuddering orgasm. Moaning in ecstasy. “Roll over,” Heather said. She surveyed the huge load on the floor. She scraped the bottom of her keds in the disgusting goo and quickly brought it over to my face. Heather was wiping the filthy slime on my face. Using me as her doormat. She smeared it all over my face and hair. I did nothing to prevent her from utterly degrading me so. In fact to my complete surprise, the humiliation had my cock hard once more. Heather scraped some more of the goo and smeared it all over my jacket and tie. “You like serving as my doormat dork?” Heather asked. I couldn’t respond, I was too disgraced. Out of the blue Heather stepped on my balls between my legs. I felt immense pain. “Answer me when I address you dork!” “Yes, oh yes I love serving as your doormat ma’am,” I screamed at the top of my lungs. She stepped off my balls which were throbbing in pain. Just then the door opened. In walked a cute little Asian girl. I wanted to crawl away and hide, but Heather put her foot on my chest and held me down. “What’s going on Heather?” the girl asked in an innocent voice. She was adorable. No more than five foot two inches, and less then 100 lbs. She wore a black tee shirt dress that barely covered her firm young ass. She had black patent leather slip on shoes and white anklets with frilly, lacy trim. “I was just wiping my feet on my doormat, Amy” Heather said matter of factly. Amy giggled, “How did you get him to take off his pants and be your doormat?” “He would do or be anything I tell him to do. He can’t help himself. He has lost control of his will to his penis, and I control it,” Heather said. The words burned in my ears, for I knew it was all true. I was absolutely helpless to resist her. “Could I do that?” Amy asked. “Sure. All you have to do with a weenie like this is tell him exactly what you want him to do. If he doesn’t do exactly what you want him to do, you tell him to get lost. The last thing he wants to have happen is to be told to leave. He would do anything to stay. Watch. Hey dork, would you like me to set you free or kick you in the balls?” Heather was completely humiliating me in front of this innocent young woman/child. I couldn’t bring myself to prevent her torment. “Kick me,” I whispered. “That will never do, I think you should leave,” she said. “No ma’am, please. Please kick me. Don’t make me leave. Please, I beg you, “ I pleaded without an ounce of self respect. “Go ahead Amy,” Heather said, “Kick him. If you kick him real good and hard, I promise you he will do exactly as you say for as long as you decide to let him hang around you. He would be your doormat or whatever else you want him to be. Isn’t that right weenie?” Heather chided. “Yes ma’am,” I said as my face turned ashen. “Go ahead, but kick him good and hard so he knows what’s in store for him if he doesn’t do exactly as you tell him to do.” “Won’t it hurt him?” Amy asked shyly. “Dork, do you want to leave, or would you like to tell Miss Amy how much you want her to kick your balls.” “Please Miss Amy. Please don’t make me leave. Please kick me in the balls. I would be honored if you would be so kind as to kick me. I will do anything you wish, but please don’t make me leave,” I pleaded with this young girl. She was probably a freshman, but it was obvious that she looked younger than her age. Amy probably led a very sheltered life before college. It seemed that she was probably a virgin judging by her reactions. Amy walked around between my legs. She put her hair back behind her ears and giggled nervously. She was so pure and beautiful. Lying prostrate before this lovely girl was sheer ecstasy. Submitting to someone so innocent was arousing me more then anytime I could imagine. I looked at her sweet face and said: “Please” Amy reared back and kicked me square in the nuts. I winced in pain but sighed “Thank you.” “See, that wasn’t so hard,” Heather said. “Now make him your door mat, or whatever else you want him to be.” Amy giggled once more and gingerly put her pretty foot on my stomach. I could tell Heather wasn’t satisfied. “Stick out your tongue dork,” Heather demanded. “Wipe your shoe on his tongue Amy.” Amy stood with her lovely feet right next to my head. I could see all the way up her firm young legs to her pink cotton panties. She tentatively held her foot over my face and I could see she was reluctant to abase me and humiliate me in this way. Yet I craved for this young beauty to degrade me. I desired it more than anything I desired before. Desperately I stretched out my tongue and started lapping at her filthy sole with every ounce of devotion I could summon. I put more feeling into this servile act than I thought humanly possible. I gave my entire being to her in this moment. Amy pulled her foot away as I desperately tried to follow it. I looked into her eyes and there was this perfectly serene smile there. I could see in that moment that she knew she owned me. Mind, body and soul, I belonged to Amy, and she knew. “I’ve never seen anything like that,” Heather said. That was the most emotional scene I’ve ever witnessed.” “I think I’ll take him if you don’t mind Heather,” Amy said. My heart raced with jubilation. Those were the most glorious words I ever heard. Tears of joy raced down my cheeks. “He’s yours if you wish to bother with him. But I would like to come over and play every now and then,” Heather said. “Oh absolutely Heather. There’s so much I need to learn. Please stop by as often as you can. I’ll need your help,” Amy said. “You better thank Miss Amy dork,” Heather said. I turned over on my belly with my hands still cuffed behind my back and slithered over to Amy who was seated in one of the chairs. Her lovely legs were crossed at the ankles as I wormed my way over. When I reached her I began pecking tender kisses to the tips of her shiny patent leather shoes. I was reeling in a state of heavenly nirvana as I abased myself at her feet. Despite the ache in my balls I exploded in orgasm again as I continued to make love to Amy’s shoes. “Enough,” she said pushing me away with her foot. Heather came over and nudged me with her foot to roll me on my stomach. “Eewww, what’s that?” Amy asked noticing the load I left on the dirty floor. “That is an unacceptable mess that will have to be prevented in the future. This weenie here must be taught to control his excitement. But first he must clean up the messes that he has made. Dork, snake yourself over there and clean up the remnants of the first mess you made,” Heather ordered. I made my way over to it as best I could, sliding on my stomach. My suit was completely ruined. It looked like budget cutbacks had left this floor uncleaned for weeks. It was filthy. When I got there I stopped, wondering how I was going to clean the dirty slime that Heather had smeared all over the floor. It had dried and my hands were still bound. I looked at Heather who was smiling like the cat who ate the canary. “How am I supposed to clean this ma’am?” I asked. “There doesn’t appear to be anything wrong with your tongue,” she said as her smile widened. They both laughed at the look of shocked horror on my face as the realization sank in that I was going to lick up this disgusting caked up mixture of jism and dirt. They both knew there was no doubt I would do it. Even Amy was enjoying what I was being put through. I was revolted as I commenced licking at it. I had to really work at softening up the hardening goo that had dried. “That should teach him to have better control over himself,” Amy giggled. “Don’t bet on it Amy. My guess is you sent him over the edge. But there are ways to control an uncontrollable worm,” Heather said. After some effort I was able to get it all off the floor. My tongue was tired from the workout and my mouth felt parched and gritty. I could taste the dirt and cum in it. “Perhaps you would like to give your tongue a rest with the mess over there,” Heather said, pointing to the cum I deposited while worshipping Amy’s pretty shoes. “Yes ma’am,” I readily agreed, hoping my hands would be set free and I could straighten myself up. “I’ll let you mop it up,” Heather said, but I didn’t like the wicked grin on her face. “Go ahead, use your hair and mop it up. Be quick about it, I have to go to cheerleading practice soon. Once again I was shocked at what I was about to do. I looked at Amy who was beginning to really enjoy my humiliation. It was amazing how fast she was taking to her new education. I put the top of my head to the ground and slid it along, side to side, wiping up the cum I had left behind. To my amazement I had no regrets and would have cum again at that moment if I were given the opportunity to supplicate myself at Amy’s feet once more. After several swipes I stopped to look at the girls. “Not quite clean enough. I think you will need a wet mop,” Heather said. “Come here.” I made my way over to where they were sitting. Heather leaned forward and began spitting into my hair. Within moments, Amy joined her, giggling at my utter humiliation eagerly accepted by their willing lackey. After they had covered my already cum soaked hair with spit, they sent me back to “mopping” the floor. In the last half an hour, I had been made to slither across a filthy floor, ruining my suit, had my face and clothes used as a doormat, had my own cum smeared all over my clothes, face and hair, and been spit on numerous times. I looked worse than most street bums. “O.K. weenie, time to go,” Heather said as she and Amy got up to leave. I was on my knees, my pants around my ankle, and my hands still cuffed behind my back. I knelt there hoping they would at least uncuff me. “Are you coming?” Amy said about to walk out the door. I did the best I could to pull up my pants given the circumstances. I had no way to zip them up or button the front. I held them up at the small of my back and quickly followed after them. The mid-afternoon crowd was out in force on this beautiful day, and I thought I was going to die as I made my way behind the girls. There were catcalls and laughs along with numerous insults from the young crowd. I just hung my head in disgrace, praying to get to wherever we were going. Finally we entered a dorm building. We went up the stairs and down a hall. Amy opened the door to her room.