He was standing on his knees staring the wall for about an hour while she was watching her favourite series. Next to her shoes. Her polished shoes, which he spends so much time polishing every day.
Her fingers snapped. That was the signal for him to approach her. He felt on all fours and he crawled in front of her.
- Sore knees? she asked.
- No Goddess. I am ok. Thank you for asking Goddess, he said.
- Good. I have a little gift for your submissiveness slave.
- What, Goddess?
- Go fetch some water. You 'll wash my feet.
He obeyed. He went to the bathroom. How is this a gift, he thought. He used to wash her feet for some time now and enjoyed it indeed, but is it a gift? He filled a basin with some warm water. Not hot, not cold but at the exact temperature he was taught in a bad way.
He brought the basin back. Kneeled in front of her.
- May i please wash Your feet Goddess? he asked since this was the protocol.
- You may, she said without even looking at him.
He gently touched her right foot and put it slowly in the basin. It was so nice holding her foot on his hand. It was like holding the whole world in his hands. She started washing it as gently as he could. He washed and he massaged and he was so happy being there serving her. So he did for her right foot. He dried them on his blouse and her wet footprints were left on his chest making hhis chastised life even hearder when he was watching them. When he finally finished, she asked:
- Did you enjoy this slave?
- Yes Goddess. Thank You Goddess.
- Great. You know slave, water is the most important thing for a human after air.
- Indeed Goddess.
- And you 've spent so much water washing my feet, when people all around the world are thirsty.
What is she saying, he wondered. She told me to wash her feet, he thought.
- I am sorry Goddess. I didn't mean to, he said while looking at her, kneeling right in front of her feet.
- You have to use your little head to use the water you wasted now, don't you?
- Yes Goddess...
- Well? she asked after some brief silence.
- I could water the plants with it Goddess?
- The water that washed my feet? You want it to end up in the soil?
- No Goddess. No...
He silenced again. She was watching him with a devious smile.
- I have an idea, she said smiling...
He didn't dare talk. He knew that when she was having an idea, she was actually about to order him something he can't refuse.
- Drink it! Like a dog!
He had almost guessed it. He leaned with his face over the basin. He reached his face just over the water surface and starred for a while. She moved her foot over his head and stepped on him. Just enough to hear him gagging while he sipped. He was now drinking the water the washed her feet like a dog. After a while she took her foot from his head.
- Stand back up, she demanded.
He stopped and looked at her, steel on his knees.
- Did you enjoy it slave?
- Yes Goddess, thank you.
- How do you feel drinking the sweat and the dirt of my feet?
- Honored, Goddess.
- Great, slave. Now, in this case you won't mind if we make this a routine, right?
- What do You mean Goddess?
- From now on, the only water you 'll be drinking will be the water that washed my feet. Every time you 'll be washing them, you 'll keep the water in a bottle. Whenever you are thirsty, after a long day, after some excercise or when you just eat, you 'll be drinking from that bottle. And if some days, i don't feel like having a feet wash, you 'll just go thirsty, because you 're not allowed to drink any other water.
Some more silence...
- Is this ok with you slave? Do you have a problem?
What if he had a problem. It's not like he could do something about it. When Goddess asks him whether he has a problem with something, it actually means, that either he does what she asked or he will be kicked away.
- No Goddess. No problem at all. Thank You for this honour, he replied a bit anxious and she started laughing.
- How pathetic can you be? she asked while she kept laughing.
Indeed, how pathetic he thought. From now on, he would always drink this salty water full of her feet sweat. Arousing and exciting but he would miss clean he thought somewhat sad.
Her fingers snapped again. He fetched a bottle. Filled it with the remainning water and went back to his corner, watching her shoes, smelling them and now drinking her feet sweat.
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