New life

When their time was up, they went to the locker room and motioned for me to go to the locker room. When we got to the door, they said, "You stand here while I tell them the story and then I'll call you. You'll do whatever I tell you." Do you understand? I said, "Yes, ma'am." They went inside and closed the door. They were talking to each other and laughing occasionally. I could only hear their laughter sometimes. Then, after waiting for about half an hour, they called me. I went inside and saw that no one was there. All their friends had left, as if they had gone to the locker room through the other door and I hadn't noticed. The ladies were sitting on the chairs. I looked at them in surprise. They said, "Are you ready?" I said, "Yes, but aren't they your friends?" He said, "I feel sorry for you." I'll slowly train you to be a good **** for me. Of course, I told them that you were naughty and I fired you, and now I've agreed to come back on the condition that you serve me. But I didn't tell them that you love the sweat on my feet! And they laughed contemptuously. Now, another day, I will tell you to serve me in front of them. Tears welled up in my eyes with joy. I went forward and knelt down in front of them. And I kept saying thank you very much. You have done me a favor. They put their hands on my head and slapped me in the face with a small check, telling me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue as much as I could. They said that this tongue will have to make up for it later. Today I saved you. I said that I am your **** myself. Except for your possessions. My tongue is nothing. It is wrong to disobey your orders. He said okay! I said, will you let me serve your feet now? They said no, you don't deserve it yet and I am already tired. Let's go home.

They gave me the car key and told me to leave my bag in the car until I come and go. I said, shall we? He said it was as if you had forgotten that one of the duties of a **** is to drive. I couldn't control myself with joy. I fell at their feet and started kissing their shoes. I don't know how I lost my mind so much. After a few kisses, he pushed me aside with his feet and yelled at me. He said, "This is the last time I'll say the same thing twice. You just follow my orders. Not a word less, not a word more." My head went numb. I realized that I had truly become the lady's **** and had ****. As soon as I was on the ground, they ordered me to do what I told them to do. I stood up, picked up their bags and belongings, took them to the car, and started the car. When the lady approached the car, I opened the door for them, and the lady sat down, then closed the door. When we reached the house, I opened the door again, and the lady got out. When she got out, she told me to park the car and come in. I parked the car and went in. I saw them lying on the sofa. I gently showed them their bags and belongings and said, "Where should I put them?" They pointed to the side of the pillar. I put them there. Then they said, "From now on, you'll be my ****. You'll do the company's work like before until I find someone to replace you in a month or two." And then when we get home, you will do the housework. Your living space will also be the room next to the yard. I asked, is it the same room you used to keep your dog in when you had it? They said, yes. But don't worry. I will make some changes there. We will build a bathroom there and make the room a little bigger. It will only be a place to sleep. I said, whatever you say, ma'am. They said, "You can take your leave now and go home, but leave all your belongings except your bed, your wardrobe, and a small rug for sale, and you will be here in about a month. Starting tomorrow, you will be here every day at 7 am and will be at my service until 10:15 pm. If there is a party or a reception, that is until the guests leave and everything is done. I will also tell you the description of your duties in turn. The first thing is that you clean the car every morning with a wet wipe if it wasn't a rainy day. You should be finished by 7:20. Do you have anything to say?" I said, "My lord." They said, "Tell me, ma'am, always." I said, "Ma'am." They said, "Well done!" And leave until tomorrow morning.

The next morning I came and cleaned the car and was waiting for the lady when suddenly I saw the door of the house open and they entered the yard. I went forward and greeted them. I saw that they did not shake my hand again and did not even raise their hands for me to kiss. When they got close, I greeted them again. They did not nod and said that from today on, remember the instructions I give you exactly. Because nothing is repeated twice. Every morning when you see me, after greeting me, you come forward and kneel down and take each of my hands and kiss the back of my hand. Then you get up and go open the car door. I said, "Madam." She said, "Be a little creative. Don't say the same thing every time." When I said, "I will obey, Madam." They told me some tips in the car. For example, that I should be creative and suggest things that I think they would enjoy. They will check and tell me the results. They also study about foot fetishes and such at night to become more familiar with this field.

A month passed like this and I was at the lady’s service all the time. I could only kiss her hand in the morning and then drop her off and do my work at the company. Then around 5 o’clock, depending on the lady’s daily schedule (for example, tennis schedule or other work), I would return her and then work at home. Everything was sparkling clean in the house and her personal office at the company was extremely clean. Other duties such as shopping and cooking for the evenings and Saturdays and Sundays (afternoon and night) were also my responsibility. But in all this time, I never had the opportunity to serve her feet or give her a massage and soon.

My room was prepared. A 6-meter room and a 2-meter bathroom and toilet. On the last Saturday of the weekend, the lady gave me leave to go and get my things. I brought my bed, wardrobe and a very small refrigerator and handed over my old house. In the afternoon, while I was lying on my bed, the lady sent me a message to come to her service. I went and saw them sitting on the sofa andThey are checking their emails. I went inside and said, "Is there something, ma'am?" They said, "How is the new house?" I said, "It's small, but it's great that I have the honor of serving you." They said, "But you didn't come to thank me?" I said, "Excuse me, ma'am." I went to their sofa, knelt down, and said, "Thank you so much for giving me a house. I owe you everything. Will you let me kiss your hands?" They nodded in agreement, and I kissed both their hands. And I continued to kneel and wait. They said, "For the past month, you have been my servant. But starting today, you will be promoted and you will become my personal ****. Starting tomorrow, your contract with the company will be terminated and you will not receive any money. Your food and drink is here. You won't need much clothing, and I will give you pocket money. Don't worry about being fired from Germany either, the company's lawyer is working on your case so that I can legally become your guardian." I did a lot of research in this month and got to know Mistress completely. It's nice for me to be the one in charge of everything you do. I, with my head down, said thank you, you're welcome. They said that from now on you'll be naked in the house and you're not allowed to wear clothes. I was a little taken aback, but I was happy that after all this time of working 15-16 hours a day, I could finally be their personal ****. My eyes kept looking down at their beautiful legs that were also painted red. I said, "Madam's eyes." They said, "Get started then." I looked up in surprise and saw a hand fall on my face. They said, "Get naked." I took off my T-shirt, pants, and socks. And I knelt down next to their sofa again and lowered my head. When the second hand fell on my face, they said, "Don't you understand what naked means?" I quickly stood up, took off my shorts, and held my hands in front of me out of embarrassment. When they said, "Hands off." I slowly pulled my hand away, and suddenly the lady burst out laughing. "Is that what you said?! How petty. Well, it's obvious you can't have a girlfriend." As a ****, you have to do your best, otherwise no one will accept you. I had a sweat of shame on my forehead. Although I was humiliated, I enjoyed it. The urge was growing, when the lady said, "How faceless it is." When your work is finished at home, you will come and prostrate yourself at my feet. I said yes and prostrated myself. She said that your mouth should be exactly in front of my feet, as if you were kissing the ground in front of my feet. I went forward. My head was on the floor and my lips were on the parquet in front of their slippers. I looked at their feet and their beautiful, long, toes. Their feet were relatively large, but they were in proportion to their height, but I didn't know their exact size. I really wanted to serve these feet. When they suddenly raised their right foot and gave me a small blow on the head, just like their slippers. She said that meant I had a job. Keep your head up. I looked up and saw them pointing to the side of the sofa. I realized I had to kneel there. They pointed to the front of their feet again and I fell into a prostration. They said, "Okay, but it will take time for you to learn everything." But for this month of your service and promotion to my special **** (they said with a laugh), I have a reward for you. I was still in a prostration when they gently tapped me on the head and pointed to the side of the sofa. I knelt next to them. Your reward is on that table. Bring it. I went forward and saw a chastity device. They said, "Take it off and put it on. You have to wear it all the time. You are only allowed to take it off two or three times a week for a few minutes to clean yourself." Then they asked me how often you masturbated before. I said two or three times a week. They said, "Maybe once every two or three months from now on, or maybe once every six months if you are a good boy." As I was putting on that chastity device, tears welled up in my eyes. The lady who said she saw me, I know it might be hard for you at first, but you'll get used to it. If you're a really good boy, maybe I'll even let you satisfy yourself once a month. Well, you have a second prize. I said, thank you, ma'am. What's my second prize? They said, "Bring those tennis shoes from the shoe rack." I went and got them. They said, "You're allowed to inhale the pure smell of my sweaty feet for 15 minutes." I was really happy. I said, "Really?" They said, "Yes. This is your prize at the end of the month." Then, in the same manner as before, they pointed to the front of their feet. As soon as I had their shoes in my hand, I realized that their size was 41. I put the shoes on the floor, prostrated myself, and put my nose in the lady's shoes. They said, "How's the perfume?" I said, "It smells very mild and not at all strong." And the perfume is really great. Just. What did they say, just? I said, "I'm going to blow up the machine," and their giggles filled the whole house, and they said, "I'm glad you liked it so much." I was sure you'd love the perfume. Don't worry about that either. You have to be in control and you get used to it. And then silence took over. Every few minutes, I moved my nose from one shoe to the other so that the maximum amount of the smell of their sweaty feet could enter my lungs. And the sound of my deep breathing was just coming. I was thinking that I had never smelled such a good smell before. It smelled of power and complete dominance over me. My gaze fell again on their polished feet and the pressure on my buttocks increased. On the other hand, because my weight was on my hands, they were in a slightly painful prostration position. But all this pain was insignificant compared to the excitement of smelling the sweaty feet of the lady. Finally, after about a quarter of an hour, he said, "Put your shoes back and go do your homework." By the way, for two or three weeks now, the kids at tennis and the secretary have been asking how our relationship has changed compared to the months before. I plan to tell them little by little, but not now. Some time later. I'll keep taking pictures of you during this time. I want to make a collection of your bondage. When I was naked or when you let me smell their shoes.I think they made this collection so that I wouldn't think about returning from slavery.