»Oh please, Lena, now you are acting as if you were some sort of a slave connoisseur. They are just footslaves. I’m pretty sure anyone is sufficiently qualified to lick the dirt from your boots. Just pick one already and let’s leave this place.”
Carina rolled her eyes when her sister opened cell number 175. Without a sound the tiny steel hatch doors slid away on their well oiled hinges. The rattling of a heavy chain gave away a movement inside the cell and a brief moment later another footslave crawled out of his tiny cage.
To Carina he looked exactly the same as the previous dozen or so slaves that she and her sister Lena left out of their cages to try their services. The sight of him was pathetic. He was naked and was slightly shaking as he was lying on the cold concrete floor of his tiny niche. A heavy steel collar that appeared as if it was oppressively grabbing his neck was connected to the shackles on his hands by a short and heavy iron chain. He had a barcode tattooed on the back of his head and a small ear tag, commonly used for marking the cattle. There certainly couldn’t be any doubt that this wretch is a slave of particularly low category, but just to make sure the state presented him with an ultimate symbol of his status: they branded his forehead with a symbol of a female footprint.
“You are paying far too less attention to details, Carina” Lena responded to her sister’s remark. “Not in a million years are all these slaves equally qualified. And there are those who are still not sufficiently broken, no matter what the girls say. They are saleswomen. They want to sell stuff. When you are buying a footslave, you are looking for an utmost humility and dedication. You are looking for a slave that is eager to lick the most repulsive filth of your boots. Why do you think I dressed this way anyway?”
Carina could see the point. Lena was dressed in her favorite equestrienne gear with a pink top, a matching pink ribbon in her blonde hair, white breeches and of course her black leather riding boots. Lena and Carina visited the slave market to buy a new slave animal to serve Lena as her personal mount. After a lengthy tryout during which Lena insisted on riding a number of slaves around the trial area, they bought a particularly strong and resilient beast. Carina sincerely hoped he would be able to sustain her sister’s prolonged rides in the countryside. The thought of having to go through all this process of buying a slave once again made her eyes roll.
What surprised Carina though was Lena’s choice of boots. Lena had an extensive collection of shoes and boots which could easily fill entire room. In a way it made sense for her to have a dedicated footslave that would take care of her footwear. She had at least twenty pairs of riding boots, so Carina was a bit surprised when she saw Lena in a pair of rather old and worn out boots. Now she wasn’t surprised at all. Lena made one slave after another lick her boots, dedicating a few square inches of leather for each of the slaves.
“Do you think every part of my boots is cleaned to the same standard, Carina? If you pay close attention you will discover that certain parts are still full of dirt. I have marked the slaves 149 and 153, mind you. I will see to it that they receive the whip they deserve.”
“Not in a million years would I pay a close attention to your boots, Lena” Carina laughed. “That’s between you and your slave. But I see your point here, even though I don’t think I would want the slave’s disgusting tongue all over my boots! I don’t see much point in having a footslave and you are certainly making a scene out of this simple trial. Footslaves are just for fun. Every slave can clean your shoes if you want.”
“Then you can have your shoes polished by your personal slave!” replied slightly annoyed Lena. “And I’ll have a dedicated footslave polish mine. And of course I won’t have the worm touch my feet with his filthy tongue. The boot licking is just to test it’s commitment. Later it will use a boot polish. It will also be used for foot massages and pedicure. Footslave stuff, Carina. Get yourself informed properly!”
“All right, all right, my dear sister” replied Carina. “Don’t get all upset. I know you are more thorough when it comes to dealing with slaves. Let me make it up to you by buying you this footslave of yours. You know what, take your time and chose one for me as well. I trust your judgment and I know you’ll pick a slave that will serve me just fine. Drop me a message when you have decided and I’ll make the payment. I will be waiting for you upstairs in the lounge. All this trials made me a bit tired.”
“Deal!” Lena smiled back. “Two slaves on your account then. I have five more to try and then I’ll join you upstairs”
“Good girl” Carina responded cheerfully and walked away. “Don’t take it too long though. It’s chilling and unpleasant down here”.
It was indeed unpleasant. The underground corridor was dark and filled with bad air. It was full of tiny cells that kept the slaves in an utterly inhumane conditions. They were chained and locked in their tiny little cells with nothing to do all day but lay down and stare through the bars. As humiliating as it was, licking Lena’s boots was the highlight of the day for each one of them. End each one of them hoped it would be him that would become her personal footslave.
“You know me” Lena laughed as Carina went towards the stairs. “Can’t leave until the job is done”.
She looked down at the pathetic sight beneath her. The slave was already fervently licking the tip of her left boot. He must have been licking her boots for quite some time now, because the front portion of the boot seemed to be much cleaner than the rest of it. The slave was really doing his best and he sucked the small particles of mud as he was a vacuum cleaner. She didn’t remember telling him to start licking though.
“How dare you?” she yelled as she hit him twice with a horsewhip. “Did I tell you to start licking? You disgusting worm, would you like it all for yourself?!!”
She kicked him in the head and forced him back into his hole, slamming the doors and locking him up.
“If you like mud so much, I will see to it that you get placed on a mud only diet for a few days, mud worm!”
She nonchalantly turned and walked towards the next cell. Slave 175 was left with nothing but a taste of the mud from her boots in his mouth and the expectation of punishment. Slave 176, who observed everything through the bars of his cage, would know better now. He couldn’t wait to show this blonde vixen that it was him that would serve her best. He couldn’t contain his excitement. As opposed to some the other slaves, he truly enjoyed being a footslave. It was what he was always meant to be. And he hoped Mistress Lena would recognize that in him.
Finally she stood in front of his cage. He could only see her boots now. Black, dusty and with specks of dirt all over. Menacing spurs attached to the heel of the boot. And a familiar smell of leather.
He carefully crawled outside as she opened the doors. She pointed to the area just above the tip of her boot.
“Clean this area, slave! And put your best in it if you don’t want to be placed on a waste only diet as your wretched predecessor.”
Slave 176 had no such intention. He carefully applied his tongue to her boot. After all, he was supposed to be the best footslave in the corridor.
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3 comments on “THE PURCHASE – Femdom Story”
Respetadas Damas, esto si es Femdom estupedo relato todo lo publicado es estupendo, continuen así
Desde que aparecio este relato lo he leido varias veces me gusta mucho.
Sigan publicando nuevos relatos de este estilo
This envious wretch begs Tao 90 and Miss Gepard to continue this wonderful story. This bootlicker imagines itself in the dank slave repository, groveling at the feet of the beautiful Mistress Lena, waiting for Her permission to lick Her boot and hope to qualify for the privilege of becoming Her personal bootlicker. The honor of serving the lovely Goddess in the illustration for this account is almost more than this poor worm can bear.
Thank You for posting it, and please continue, because the author certainly must enjoy imaaaaagining this tale of absolute Female Superiority and Domination over miserable maggots like this ……………..
………………………………………………..bootlicker.