A Man for any Job

I had been distracted by the leather tightly hugging her breasts and abdomen as well as the considerable amount of leg she showed off, but the mention of the Barony caught my attention. Women usually didn’t speak to me in such a commanding tone. It was unusual yet immediately compelled me to answer.

“My name is Durian, Miss, and I am a traveller in search of work.“, my stomach grumbled loudly, and the nun raised an eyebrow, “… and I’m hungry.”, I admitted sheepishly.

She looked me up and down, thoroughly examining every inch of me. My frame had gone from hunky to haggard during the last desolate months. My clothes hadn’t fared much better, being an assortment of partially torn rags over which I had thrown a brown cloak. I felt like an old piece of furniture being eyed by a particularly picky noble. “Any skills?”, she finally asked.

I decided to keep my mercenary past to myself, as I figured a nun might find such a profession distasteful, “None in particular… but I’ll work hard, I’ll do anything!”. My desperation, driven by hunger, might have showed itself a bit too obviously. In her eyes was a flicker of something… predatory.

“Well, that’s a shame. I could only let you in if you were truly devoted to do any work, no matter how hard, without question. But how can I know that.”, she furrowed her brow and scratched her chin in an exaggerated thinking pose, “I know! If you can prove yourself faithful, you must be a hardworking soul.”. She deliberated for a moment, then pointed one finger at the ground in front of her, “Kneel.”, she simply commanded.

“What?”, I tilted my head slightly. “Are you seriously arguing with me? Kneel, NOW!”, her voice had gotten sharp, “You will prove you devotion to the faith.”. With little other option, I sunk to my knees at the nuns’ feet. “Good.”, she extended one of her shiny silver heels toward me, “Kiss it.”. The order hit me like a bolt to the chest, kiss her heel? What was I, a dog, slobbering over my owner’s footwear? I dared to peek at her and found an iron stare, “Is your devotion lacking? You are not submitting to me, but the faith, silly.”.

‘Don’t you dare’, the Voice of War spoke up, ‘If you do that, I’ll leave forever. I will consider you lost, no better than an animal!’. Never once had the voice threatened to leave. I felt like this was a pivotal choice for my future, but ultimately the hunger prevailed. I pursed my lips, leaned forward placed a tender kiss on the leather of her heel. I felt the smell enter my nose, it was quite pleasant actually, high quality leather.

“My, my,”, the nun giggled above me, “it seems you are truly devoted to the faith. I permit you to enter with my blessing. Go and find work soon, I fear you might not make it much longer in your state.”. I was about to rise, when she placed her heel on my shoulder and pressed me down, giving me an even more open view of her bare thighs. “Perhaps I could feel compelled to share my lunch with you. But this time you have to prove your devotion not to the faith, but to me directly.”. She retrieved a bundle from her belt which tempted me with the smell of fresh bread and cheese. When my eyes widened, she laughed, “Look at you, I could make you do anything for this, couldn’t I? But don’t worry, I am a nun of the faith.”.

She sat down on a log and motioned me to crawl over with the curl of a finger. Once I had reached her, she let out a dramatic sigh, “Aaah, I have been standing for hours, my feet are so sore.”, she opened the zipper of her heel and let it dangle off her toes in front of my face, “If someone might be so good to give them a massage…”. The heel dropped, revealing soft, pink soles with a surprisingly pleasant aroma. Where I expected sweat was a nice, appetising, almost floral smell. I knew what I had to do, so began the humiliating procedure. My cheeks flushed and, to my surprise, the heat reached much further down that I had expected. This woman, who was much smaller than me, commanded me effortlessly while expertly abusing my weaknesses. I massaged her feet for almost twenty minutes, carefully hiding my growing erection, when she finally was satisfied.

One foot tapped my cheek while the other ruffled my hair, “Such a good boy, you’ll fit in very well here~”, she cooed. Then she dropped the bundle between my legs, put on her heels and went back to stand guard. I devoured the bread and cheese, still on my knees. It tasted heavenly, divine, the best food I ever had. It was gone in less than a minute and I got up to pass through the boulders. As I passed them, she bestowed some ominous words onto me, “Oh, and… be careful submitting like that to someone once you pass these stones. This was, well, sort of a freebie. Who knows what might happen next time.”, she winked.