CHAPTER 03

DOG

Then I began to consider how I was going to play this; I had not anticipated this; I could become a dog for Joann; I needed her, I wanted her to remain, and I needed to show her that I could do everything she asked. Now that I had more of her, I could not let go; I wanted to kiss her feet, devour her pussy, and whatever viscous liquid was gushing out of her. I wanted to be her puppy and lick the floor she walked on; all I had to do was show her that I could be whatever she wanted.

The rest of the weekend I jerked off as usual, sucking on Joann's dirty socks and underwear, and I had to wait until Monday to see her again.

Monday morning, Joann arrived about an hour early. I was a little shy, so I said hi.

She stared into my eyes and said, "I accept you as my sex slave, but if you fail to obey once, and I mean one, we are done, do you understand?"

I got on my knees, kissed her boots, and said, "Thank you so much."

She said, "Not here," then urged me to accompany her downstairs, which I did.
 

Before leaving the kitchen, she took a few paper towels, and we headed to her room. Her light blue outfit with knee-high white stockings and nurse-white sandals was waiting for her in the corner chair. She sat on her bed and removed one of her boots; her sock was drenched.

She said, "kneel."

I did, and she nearly ripped her hot sock off her foot and placed it inside her boot.

I could not quit admiring her foot; it was stunning.

She grinned and asked, "Do you think my feet are beautiful?"

I nodded yes.

She then handed me a paper towel, spread her legs, and said, "Lick my foot clean and jerk off right now."

I was hard as a rock and about to lick her foot when she put her foot back and said, "Erik, you do understand I am letting you lick my sweat directly off of my foot, which is a privilege for you, right?"

I nodded, and she returned her foot to my face and whispered, "Enjoy."
 

I started licking her foot in long strokes, from heel to toe. I enjoyed the bitter taste and the hint of minty aroma. I continued licking her foot until it was free of her sweat.

She responded, "Good boy, you remembered how to lick my feet; did you enjoy it?"

I replied, "I adore it."

Then she looked at me and said, "Keep licking my foot and cum, cum now." I came hard while sucking her foot. She shifted legs, glanced at me, and asked, "Want to take my boot off?"

I removed her second boot, and she glanced at me and said, "Kiss my foot before removing my sock."

I kissed her foot numerous times while her sock was saturated.

Then she said, "Now remove my sock."

I almost peeled her hot sock off her lovely foot, and she responded, "Put it in my boot."

I did, and she stared into my eyes, saying, "Lick it and enjoy my sweat."

I began to lick from heel to toe; she was petting my head, and with each stroke of my tongue, I became more firm, and more of her sweat entered my mouth. As I approached my climax, my body began to tremble.

Joann replied, "That is it; shoot your load for me."

I landed hard on the floor. She rose up, looked at me on the floor, and stepped on my face. I began kissing the sole of her foot.

She asked, "Is not this better? You do not have to hide from me how much you want to be at my feet, serve me, and drink my sweat off my feet."

Then she moved to the other side of the room. She dressed in her blue uniform and knee-high white socks, saying, "You have a pear of drenched socks with my sweat inside my boots here. If you become horny again, return here with more paper towels to help yourself."

She then glanced at me and asked, "You came good?"

I answered, "Yes, thank you."

She continued, "I will start with you tonight; we will see how far you can go, and remember, while I am working, you act exactly the same as before."

I replied, "I understand."

Joann started making juice in the basement kitchen.

And continued, "The juice and breakfast will be ready in an hour, so do not miss it."

I went to my room and said, "I won't."

I started thinking in my room; I wanted a lot more of Joann. As perplexing as it was, I wanted to taste more of her. I wanted to taste her pee now, as if her sweat was not enough, and while I was grateful that she was allowing me suck her sweat off her feet, I had to play it correctly.

There was a knock on the door. When I answered the door, Joann replied, "Your breakfast is on the table with your juice."

I said, "Thanks."

She winked at me before closing the door.

I walked to the kitchen for breakfast, and she offered me two BLTs and a large apple juice jar. Joann walked in as I was getting ready to eat and whispered in my ear, "Eat everything; you need to save your energy for tonight, and do not forget about lunch."

She left before I could say anything.

I walked to the kitchen for breakfast, and she offered me two BLTs and a large apple juice jar. Joann walked in as I was getting ready to eat and whispered in my ear, "Eat everything; you need to save your energy for tonight, and do not forget about lunch."

Around 3:00 p.m., my uncle's lawyer entered and approached him. After about an hour and a half, I had to go to the room and sign some paperwork, and I discovered that he was also my lawyer from that point on. Saying goodbye to the lawyer, he shook my hand and told me, "Congratulations, you are now a very wealthy man."

Then he arranged an appointment to visit me.

By 5:30, he had left, and my uncle had fallen asleep. I was so prepared for Joann, and I did not masturbate after licking her feet in the morning because I wanted to store everything for her.

I should be good at this. The lawyer complimented me on being affluent. Did Joann know that? Could I utilize this to my advantage? God, I wanted Joann so much.

Finally, at 6:00 PM, I received a knock on my door. When I opened the door, Joann said if I was ready to go downstairs.

I replied, "Sure."
 

As we walked downstairs, she inquired, "Were you thinking about me today?"

Then she grabbed some paper towels and a large dish from the kitchen, and when we went to her bedroom,

I said, "Joann, I have thought about you every day since I was 12."

She giggled and asked, "Did you masturbate after the morning?"

I replied, "No, I wanted to save everything for now."

She laughed again, then sat on her bed and said, "Take off my clog," which I did.

I could see the darker section of her heels and toes, on her socks.
 

Then she asked, "I want to see how you washed my socks all these years."

I kissed her foot before gingerly removing the tiny cotton sock from her foot; her sock was damp.


Then she wiped her bare foot on the plate, saying, "Show me what you did with my sock."


She was looking directly into my eyes.

I put her moist socks in my mouth, and she handed me some paper towels. I began to suck on her sock, and the bitter flavour of her sweat in my mouth made me very hard.

She smiled at me and said, "Do it as you usually do."

I opened up my housecoat and began to rub, nibbling on her sock and staring at her beautiful foot on the dish.

She asked, "Do you want to suck my sweat off my foot?"

I nodded in agreement.

She said, "You will not lick my feet until you have cleaned my socks first."

As I stroked. She looked into my eyes smiled and asked, "Do you enjoy the taste of my fucking  filthy nasty sock in your mouth?"

I nodded in agreement. We locked gaze.

She stated, "Keep looking into my eyes; I want to possess your soul."

She had no idea she already held my soul; I had belonged to her for a long time.

Then she flung her hair back and asked, "Do you think my socks are all white now?"

I nodded yes, but I was losing my mind. I still peered into Joann's eyes, and then my entire body shook, and I came so hard that I almost collapsed.

Joann was still looking at me and remarked, with a smile, "You are such a good boy; get it all out, to the last drop."

Then she said, "Show me the sock."

I opened my mouth. She removed her sock, glanced at it, and smiled, saying, "As usual, that is my boy."

Then, while still looking into my eyes, she remarked, "That is how I knew; my socks in the laundry basket were always white on Monday."

Then, with coquettishness, she removed the other sock from her foot, placed her barefoot on the same plate, and said, "Open wide."

When I opened my mouth, she asked, "We can end this tonight, or do you want to taste more of my dirty socks?"

I said, "I want more of your dirty  socks, please."

She laughed and stuck her sock in my mouth.

Then, with a harsh, almost frigid expression and voice, she stated, "If you cum before I allow you, I see that as disobedience, and we are finished; also, if you stop massaging your cock not to cum, we are finished, do you understand?"
 

As I sucked hard on her sock, I nodded yes.

She said, "Do not fucking cum, I am going to let you taste my sweaty foot shortly; how are you going to control yourself not to cum?"

I nodded in yes.

She laughed and said, "Enjoy!"

She said, "Shoot your fucking load right now."

Then she asked, "Do you think you can demonstrate the same amount of control by licking my sweat off my feet?

I stated, "I have no choice; I want to lick them."

She glanced at me with a cruel smile and said, "I will torture you."

When she commanded me to lick both of her feet one by one, I was completely out of my mind.

Finally, she exclaimed, "Cum, shoot that fucking load now."

I came so hard, and while I was shaking, she brought both of her feet to my face and said, "Enjoy; you deserve it."

I kept cumming while licking her sweaty feet.

I came three times, and she replied, "You are learning to control yourself, which is impressive."

I continued kissing her feet, and she looked at me, saying, "You can not stop."

I shook my head and told Joann, "I was dreaming about this. "All I ever wanted was to be at your feet."

Joann grinned, "Was your fantasy to be at my feet? "To be my dog?" She then lit a cigarette and glanced at me. As I was still gently licking and kissing her feet, she said, "You are 19, 6' something, and around 200 pounds of powerful body." She stroked her foot on my cheek, maliciously smiled, and whispered, "And your fantasy is to be at my feet, to be my slave, to be my dog."
 

I nodded in yes.

Joann asked, "How far will you go, how much do you want to please me?"

As I remained on my knees kissing her feet, I murmured, "Joann, I will do anything you say."

Joann smiled, "Of course you do; otherwise, I would terminate this; you do not want this to end, do you?"

I shook my head, and Joann added with a wicked grin, "I will torture you."

When she decided it was time to eat, she stood up, retrieved the plate from under her feet, and said, "Come with me to the kitchen."

Joann was making some eggs and ground meat. The kitchen downstairs was smaller than the upstairs, and she served my lunch on the same plate she used to rest her sweaty feet in the bedroom. She placed the meal on the table and stated, "I hope you enjoy the taste."

Then she winked at me and mixed my food with the sweat from her foot on the dish. Then she pushed the meal in front of me and inquired how it tasted tonight. I responded, "As always, delicious." She asked, "You do not mind the plate?"

I kissed her hand and added, "I adore eating off this plate." Then she placed her dish on the table, along with two jars of juice, and began to devour her basket of fruits, saying, "There is enough of my foot sweat on that plate to fulfill your craving. So be careful to keep licking it clean. I want you to lick it, like a dog. "You are my dog, right?"

I nodded yes as I completed my meal. I licked the entire dish clean. She remarked, "Good boy; I adore it when a dog knows his position. She then looked at me and said, "Your level of self-control is commendable, but you have no idea what you are getting yourself into."

I said, "I obeyed you, did not I?"

She grinned at me and replied, "Yes, you have."

I stated, "My uncle is dying, you know."

She replied, "Yes, I know."

I asked, "Will you go when he dies?"

She gazed into my eyes and asked, "Is that what you want?"

I responded, "No, please, never."

She chuckled and asked, "Do you really want me to stay?"

I said, "Please, I will do anything."

She smiled devilishly and asked, "Anything?"

I responded, "Joann, you know I would."

She stated, "After your uncle's death, there will be no need for me to be around."

I said, "I am serious; you will not just abandon me once he is gone, will you?"

She stared in my eyes and answered, "That depends."

I asked, "Depends on what?"

She asked with a coquettish smile, "How obedient a dog would you be for me? "Are you my dog now?" She winked at me. I would never forsake my obedient dog.

I said, "Joann, I have been your slave since I started sucking on your dirty clothes; I simply did not realize it; I do everything you want; I am your dog, aren't I?"

She gazed into my eyes and asked, "Do you really want to be my slave?" "To be my dog?"

I said, "Yes, more than anything."

She sipped her juice and started a cigarette. She looked into my eyes and said, "If you really want me as terribly as you say, you have to go through seven phases for me." You began your first phase without my permission six years ago, and I had to wait until you became 19 before taking you in and moving on to the next phases."

Then she took a deep drag on her cigarette and continued, "This is not my first time; you know, it all started when I was a teenager, and I realized how much power I could wield over the teachers and the principal, and how by offering them nothing but my body waste, I could get everything I wanted; I knew then that I was a Goddess worthy of worship.

When I was in my twenties, I was attractive, and I took full advantage of it; I had men and women worshipping me and doing anything for me; I had many men willingly passing through those seven phases, but I did not realize I had to control them; I know that now."

She took another deep drag and continued, "When your uncle hired me, I was out of this game for a long time, but in a way, you reawakened that part of me again; inside of me, I felt like I was at the end of my game, until that day when I looked into the laundry basket and saw my socks white and no discharged residue on my panties.
 

At first, I thought it was your uncle, then Mary, the weekend girl; she was 20 at the time, and I had females wanting me as well, so I assumed it was her, but then I saw you one day, when I came back down because I had forgotten my wallet, and you were, smelling and licking my socks with such passion; you have no idea what you awakened in me that day; I was 54 and felt old and unattractive."

She smiled and took her foot out of her clog and placed it on the table; I was mesmerized by her beautiful foot, but I did not move because I needed to behave and show her that I could obey her, so I was just staring at her foot; she took another drag and looked at me, then smiled and said, "You want to kiss and lick my foot?" I nodded, and she gave me a wink and added, "Dessert huh?"

I nodded yes again, but I did not move; now was the time to prove to her that I could be a nice and obedient dog. She chuckled and said, "You are like my extremely trained dog, I love it; go ahead and enjoy your dessert."

I began to kiss and lick her foot, she put her cigarette out, and said, "I wish I knew then, what I know now, that as they were going through their phases, I had to make sure that they were receiving less of me, not more, but it made me feel so good that I did not even care."

She glanced at me as I continued licking and kissing her foot. She said, "You know, you are a good-looking young guy with an incredible body, tall with broad shoulders, and soon with a lot of money, you will have females at your feet, and I am going to make you so addicted to me that you can not imagine your life without me."

So she knew about the money and assumed I would be affluent shortly. She was unaware that my uncle had already transferred everything to me and did not want me to go through the inheritance process. As I continued to kiss and lick her foot, I murmured, "I am already at your feet, Joann. I have been there for a long time. "I adore you."

She giggled and asked, "Do you think you want me now? You do not know where you will end up with me."

After supper, we returned to her bedroom, where she pulled her panties off, sat on the bed, and requested me to strip nude and kneel in front of her bed, after which she instructed me to suck the white discharge on her underwear and jerk off like I normally did, while she watched. Just looking at her sitting on her bed with her legs wide open could cause me to cum; she spits some mucus from the back of her throat into the palm of my hand, making it much more difficult for me to stroke and not cum quickly; she gave me the same speech about not cumming until she said so, which was difficult, but I managed to control myself; she did not allow me.

I was as hard as a rock when she directed me to lie down on my back on the bed, which I did. She peered into my eyes and asked, "Do you want to please me?" I said yes, and she sat on my face and informed me what would happen if I came without her consent. I began to lick inside her vagina, and she spat some mucus in the palm of her hand before beginning to stroke my cock.

I was so hard, as she rubbed her pussy on my face back and forth and said, "You will not come," I was going insane, she started to moan and squeeze my cock, and then she shouted, "I am cumming, I am fucking cumming," and I ate everything that came out of her, she was still rubbing my cock, and I still did not cum.
 

Then she got off my face, glanced at my hard-on, and remarked, "Am I evil?"

She then chuckled, looked into my eyes, and asked, "Do you still want me?"

I walked to the floor and began kissing her feet. She pushed me away and stated in a cold tone, "Remember my damp socks in my boots from this morning?"

I replied, "Yes, right at the corner."

She stared into my eyes and said, "You are still hard; you did not come."

I answered, "I told you, I will obey whatever you say."

She grinned and replied, "I know."

Then she began to rub her foot against her leg, saying, "I am going to sleep now. "Take those socks and return to your room." I want you to jerk off onto each sock.
You will bring me the socks tomorrow. "I want to see how clean they are."

I got up, went to the corner, removed her socks from her boots, and asked, "May I kiss your foot before I leave?"

She stared deep into my eyes and murmured, "Return to your knees and only one kiss."

I did as I was told.
 

Returning to my room, I need to have a deeper understanding of Joann; she is older and has a lot more experience than me, but I may have one advantage: the way she stated "and soon with a lot of money," I can make sure to take care of her financially, which may be the ticket.

Tuesday.

The morning after, I went down to visit Joann. She was making coffee. She looked at me and said, "Good morning, have you slept well?"

I answered, "Yes," and handed her the socks. She looked about and said, "This is wonderful in white. Did you like the taste of my soaked socks?

I replied, "I loved it."

She took a paper towel, sat down at the table with her coffee, and lit a cigarette.

Then she took a sip of her coffee, turned to me, and said, "You were good last night."

I replied, "I am glad you are pleased; may I kiss and lick your feet?"

She crossed her legs, removed her clog, and added, "On your knees."

And brought me the paper towels, and I began to suck and kiss her foot, and I got so hard that she yelled, "Taste me and cum, cum now."

I shot my load so hard, as I was sucking on her toes, that I just dropped on the floor, she put her foot on my face, I started kissing her foot, and she said, "I will not lie to you, I will fuck you up, your mind will not understand what to do when you taste me, cum or not cum, I am torturing you for my amusement, do you still want me?"

As I continued to kiss her foot, I added, "I desire you more than anything, and I worship you."

She smiled, turned away from my feet, deep squatted over my face, and placed her pussy on my mouth, holding herself with the edge of the table. She then lit a cigarette and began to move back and forth over my mouth, saying, "Open your mouth and keep your tongue out."

She rubbed her pussy on my tongue for about 5 minutes before beginning a high-pitched groan and saying, "Keep your fucking mouth open."

She quickly ejected a large amount of viscous secretions into my mouth and added, "Just keep that fucking mouth wide open."

She started panting more slowly. Then she calmed down and said, "Swallow everything."
 

I did, and she exclaimed, "Lick me clean!"

After I licked her clean, she sat back in her chair, looked at me, and asked, "How do I taste?"

I said, "Delicious."

She took a pull on her cigarette and replied, "Good boy, I will see you at 6:00."