Jessica

Chapter 3

I wondered what was expected of me as 1 PM Tuesday approached. Punctual as ever, Jessica and Ms. Gruer appeared in my office. They had apparently been out walking at lunch time since they were wearing sneakers with their business suits. I always thought that this looked incongruous, but I found out that it was more than just casual dress on this occasion.

Jessica scolded me as soon as she closed the door, "You fucking idiot. The last time we trained you, we told you that you were supposed to wait for us naked. Don't tell me you forgot since last Saturday."

"But," I protested, "that was Saturday. The building was empty. There are people here now. Supposed somebody came in."

"I'm not interested in your problems, little man. Which reminds me. Not only are you to be naked. You will also have a hard-on for us. I don't care how you do it. Fondle yourself, read one of your books, or whatever, but when Ms. Gruer and I walk in here on Thursday, you are to be naked, on your knees," (she pointed to the place on the floor where I was to kneel), "with your cock sticking straight out. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, mistress," I muttered meekly.

"Good, now get out of your clothes, bring that chair over here, and sit down on it facing me."

I got undressed quickly and positioned the simple, straight-back chair as Ms. Gruer and Jessica directed me. They had me sit on the chair with my arms behind the back of the seat and my feet tucked behind the back legs. This meant my knees were spread apart, and my penis thrust forward in another vulnerable pose.

Jessica sat in her seat opposite mine. Ms. Gruer got the video camera. Jessica swung her feet up into my lap and placed the rubber soles of her Keds against my penis. With her heels on my balls, the head of my penis rested against the balls of her feet. I noticed that she was wearing neither stockings or socks.

"My legs are tired. Give them a massage." Jessica ordered. I reached forward with both hands and massaged her legs from ankle to knee. She started pumping her feet slowly and gently, moving my penis from sneaker to sneaker. The partially worn crepe rubber soles ticked my penis temptingly until she had milked out a drop of precome. The lubrication allowed me to appreciate the texture of the rubber and enjoy the alternating pressure of the sneakers' soles as Jessica peddled on my organ with her feet. She could feel it too, and she increased the tempo of her rubbing. I couldn't resist this treatment for long and I soon sent my creamy white ejaculate gushing onto the soles of her shoes. It splashed up to the toes of her sneakers and dripped down the length of the sole onto the wooden seat. I was sitting in a pool of my own come.

Ms. Gruer observed, "That's what I like to see. A man in his proper place - at the feet of a woman."

Not only was I under Jessica's foot, I was totally under her control. There was no way I could have resisted ejaculating. She could make me come at any moment she wished any time after the first 30 seconds.

After the extensive teasing I took on Saturday, I wondered why she allowed me to come so fast. I soon found out.

Jessica said, "Look at the mess you made! You have come all over my sneakers. I can't go out in the hall like this. Be a good boy and lick them clean."

Still keeping one foot on the chair, she crossed her leg over her knee lifting her foot to the level of my face. I had to lean forward to reach it. My tongue went out to lick the sole of her sneaker. She pushed it into my face and spread my semen around. "Suck it. Lick it. I want you to get every last drop off." I found myself using my lips and teeth as well as my tongue to get into all the contours of the crepe rubber sole.

When I was done with the first shoe, she crossed her legs the other way so I could do the other sneaker. She kept placing the just tongue-washed sneaker back into the pool of come on the seat so I could repeat the process over and over until she had significantly depleted the pool and the soles of both sneakers were literally "squeaky clean."

"Not bad." Jessica said. "Now that I've taken care of you, it's time you take care of me. My feet are also tired. I guess you'll have to give them some attention too."

I had never actually seen Jessica's petite feet and the thought of doing so excited me.

"Remove my sneakers," she commanded. I got out of the chair, knelt before her and reached down with my hands to untie the laces. She placed her other foot on my chest and pushed me back with it so I landed with a most awkward flop on my ass.

"You are going to do this 'up close and personal.' Kneel before me and kiss my feet." I knelt in front of her and bowed my head to the floor to kiss her feet.

"Now you can use your teeth and tongue to get my shoes off my feet." I tugged at the laces of her shoe with my teeth and undid the knot with my tongue. Once I got that done correctly, she had me do the other shoe.

When she was satisfied that I did my task correctly, Jessica said, "Good boy. Now, kneel at attention."

I stiffened my body vertically from the knees up as Jessica slipped off one of her sneakers. She held the opening to my face and said, "Now that you have experienced the pleasure and taste of my sneakers, you may enjoy their aroma. Breathe in deep. Smell my delicious scent. You will taste it soon enough."

I could feel the warmth and moistness from the freshly removed shoe press softly against my face. I inhaled slowly and deeply letting the steamy current curl through my nasal passages and linger there. The odor was so strong, I could actually taste it. Her pungent scent acted like a pheromone. It attracted me with a totally irrational lustful desire. It was almost as if the smell of the foot became the woman. My rational thought was trying to tell me that it was the same sweaty gym smell that I experienced in high school. Rational thought didn't work. Knowing that molecules from her body were mixing at the most basic levels with my body made all the difference. Exhaling into the sneaker stirred up currents from deeper within and kept the experience stimulating throughout. I spent minutes on just the first shoe alone. The sensations were just as strong with the second sneaker.

Ms. Gruer took over the directions at this point. "Jessica is new to foot worship, so I will teach. You will learn the manly art of licking a woman's feet. Oral Footcare 101 should be required learning for all men."

Jessica rested her leg over the chair I previous sat in so her foot was slightly lower than my head. Even on my knees, I had to bow to reach it.

"We will start at the top," my instructrix commanded, "The first skill to learn is the ankle roll. You take the tip of your tongue and trace it around her ankle at least three times."

I did it. Ms. Gruer said, "Again!" I did it a again. Once more she sad, "Again!"

"Do it on the other side."

"Again!"

She kept me at it like a school teacher trying to train a child to do something by rote.

"Next I want you to paint her instep using your tongue. Start at just before the toes and make one long lick up her instep. Then trace back over what you just did using the back of your tongue."

She made me do this over and over again too.

"Now we get to the good part. You lick her arch. Be careful not to tickle. Lick along the creases." I could taste Jessica's sweat and salt. My stomach crampped -- not from the taste for sure -- but from the excitement.

Still more repetitions. "That's it," she said, "Practice makes perfect. You will get a lot of practice."

"And finally, we do the toes. There are several ways to do the toes. You will learn them all."

"Take two of them at a time in your mouth and suck on them. Use your tongue to fuck the space between them. Move down the row, do the next two." Cleaning her toes was even more exciting than licking her soles. I was experiencing Jessica with all my senses. I could see, hear, feel, and especially smell and taste Jessica. It really made me feel a part of her, more so even than if I had intercourse with her.

When Ms. Gruer was satisfied that I had mastered the technique pretty good, she went on.

"Another way to do the toes is to take one in your mouth at a time. Pretend it's her clit. Suck on it and use your tongue to massage the joints. Swirl your tongue around it. When you get done, gently nibble on it."

It took nearly 20 minutes to learn it all, and that was just one foot. I went to work with relish on the other. The sweaty smell and salty taste of Jessica's feet excited me, and the moans of delight from Jessica indicated that she really enjoyed being "refreshed."

Jessica finally dismissed me, "That's enough for today." I looked up at Ms. Gruer. She smiled evilly and just said, "Thursday!" Jessica put her sneakers back on, and she and Ms. Gruer departed, leaving me there naked and content.

Jessica and Ms. Gruer gained total control over me in those first few exciting weeks. I'd never been so sexually sated. I couldn't wait for my Tuesday and Thursday training sessions. My intuition was right. Those feelings I felt while reading magazines on female domination were true. I wanted this!

It was during "normal" working hours, just after on one of these tongue bathing sessions that Jessica walked into my office with some papers to sign authorizing Ms. Gruer, herself and I to attend a seminar in Orlando.

"What's this?" I asked.

"It's a training seminar. During the daytime sessions, we'll be learning sales management. At other times, you'll be learning erection discipline. You've been lax. Agnes and I think it's time you learned to control yourself better."

"I can't do this. It looks too much like a company-paid vacation."

"Don't you think that after all we've done for you Ms. Gruer and I deserve it?"

I said, "Yes, Mis-, I mean, Jessica. But I'll have to justify why I'd be taking you two."

"You'll find a way, I'm sure." was all she said.