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SATURDAY NIGHT SLAVE

by Doug Rundell

Say hello to Steve Wallis, a 23-year old male from southern Florida. It was June 15, 1999, and Steve was a single guy again, after breaking up with his last girlfriend about a year and a half ago. Steve was a good-looking young man, about 6'1, and felt that he should have no trouble at all finding the right woman. But it was indeed hard for him...sometimes he would get desperate.
Perhaps Steve's girlfriend didn't approve of his foot fetish. Yes, he was fascinated with her feet. Once Steve focused more on his girlfriend's feet, and not the rest of her body, she became totally uninterested. He'd tell her, "A man's admiration for a beautiful woman's feet is merely a symbol of his feelings that women are superior." She didn't buy it. He would always massage her feet and kiss them lovingly, compliment her on her high-heeled shoes and boots, and find other ways to show his love for her feet. That relationship didn't last long.
Steve thought it would be an interesting change to explore the Mistress-slave lifestyle. He wanted a chance to show his total affection for a woman - no limits. Of course, Steve was unfamiliar with the wicked ways of a Mistress. So he would search the Internet for articles and pictures of who they are, what they do, and what they represent. This would prepare him!
After this research, he'd still be quite unsure. What do professional Mistresses represent? Well, the woman, of course. But he wanted to experience that lifestyle. He wanted to find out what it would be like to be under the total control of a gorgeous female decked out in leather and attitude. As you can probably tell, Steve was just that kind of guy. He was very curious, and very eager to learn what it would be like to be a "slave" to one of these high-heeled beauties.
Steve went online again one day to continue his research on local professional Mistresses. He decided to schedule a session, hopefully an inexpensive one. How many Mistresses could he locate in Miami, Florida? He wasn't sure. He wasn't even sure what he was doing, or why. Finally, Steve found the one...Mistress Elizabeth (not to be confused with Miss Elizabeth, from professional wrestling on TV). He had much to learn about this business!
Steve thought about this once - then twice. He finally dialed the 1-900 number that would hopefully get him a date with the lovely Mistress. He spoke to her agent for about 10 minutes, describing who he was and what he was looking for. After the conversation was over, he was told to meet Mistress Elizabeth for an interview tomorrow - Wednesday - at 8 p.m., at her exquisite home just a few miles from his. He thought it was rather odd that she would just bring him to her home, but he was glad to be able to establish contact with her. Now it gets better!


Mistress Elizabeth's agent told Steve that he would be given various guidelines. When meeting his Mistress, he was to act a certain way, dress a certain way, and talk to her in a certain way. This interview was important for the both of them. Obviously, the Mistress wasn't about to waste any time with someone who was unprepared.
Steve rushed home from work the next day, arriving home at 6:12. He took a long shower, and then made sure that he looked and smelled good. He wanted to make the right impression, although he wasn't sure what kind of impression. He hadn't done this before. But once Steve walked out the front door of his house, his journey was unknown.
Steve arrived at the mansion of Mistress Elizabeth at 7:50 p.m.. He was excited, anxious, and afraid at the same time. He stepped out of his Honda, straightened his tie, and approached the front door of the house. After knocking several times, the door finally opened to reveal this stunningly gorgeous woman! But she wasn't dressed in leather (and attitude) as he expected. She wore casual business attire, all in dark blue. She held a clipboard and stared at him blankly.
"Name?" she prompted.
Steve was - well, stunned. Steve stuttered, "Uh, Steve Wallis. I have scheduled an interview with you tonight at 8."
The woman was confused. "With me? I don't do interviews."
"But your agent told me -"
"Steve, follow me," Nancy ordered. As Steve walked in, he studied the layout of the mansion. It looked like an ordinary house, except with a small office built into the front, near a staircase. This is where Nancy's desk was, which is where she probably did all of her paperwork. And there were two men waiting in a room down the east hall, probably waiting to schedule appointments. Otherwise, there was nobody there. Steve followed the girl down the west hall.
She said, "Apparently, you thought that once you arrived, you'd meet Mistress Elizabeth."
"Yes, ma'am, that's what I was led to believe."
She stopped walking and turned around for a moment. "My name is Nancy, Elizabeth's agent and devoted servant." She held out her hand to Steve, but he wasn't sure whether to shake it or kiss it. Nancy turned away in disgust and continued to lead Steve to his waiting place.
"Never mind. Mistress Elizabeth will show you how a woman is to be greeted. You're afraid now, but you'll walk out a bigger human being. Oh...no bigger than the Mistress, of course."
She pointed to a couch in the corner of a small parlor with plants, pictures, and magazines. "You will sit here and wait until I return. It will only be a few minutes. The Mistress said 8:00. She always follows up on her schedule." Steve sat on the couch as Nancy lifted her hand to him again.
"It was nice meeting you, Steve." Her tone of voice suggested that she was expecting something. Steve gently took her precious hand in his, and took it close to his lips. Nancy pulled it away at the last second. "Of course, your bill will be mailed to you a week after the session is over. If you have a session, that is. I will return in a few minutes."
Surely enough, Nancy returned at 8:00. "Follow me, please."
Steve felt like a young boy joining an orphanage This is exactly how he felt. But this must be the way Elizabeth operated her business...to have her clients treated like dirt, to make them feel "low". After all, they were soon to be her slaves. Nevertheless, he stood up and followed Nancy down the hall, to the left, down a huge flight of stairs, and another hall. The final destination was an elegant bedroom, accentuated in black.
"This is the dungeon of Mistress Elizabeth," Nancy said. She will take it from here." With that, Nancy walked away down the hall. Steve turned into the "dungeon", a quiet, well-kept bedroom that looked like a torture chamber. Many devices were hung across the walls, such as handcuffs, whips, riding crops, and other items that Steve had never seen before. The 11-foot wide closet in the corner of the room was the holding place for Mistress Elizabeth's dozens of wardrobes, shoes and boots. Steve was shaking, but still excited.
But wait, Mistress Elizabeth was approaching! This was the woman Steve had been waiting to meet. She had a perfect round face with sparkling blue eyes and luscious red lips. Her long, flowing brown hair spilled out over the back of her tight, black leather jacket. Beneath her jacket was a red vinyl bra. She wore black leather gloves and pants, as well. But Steve was fixated on her knee-high boots. He loved the way the high-heeled boots tightly contoured her feet. He was aroused by the sound the leather made as she walked toward him.
Elizabeth slapped her riding crop across Steve's knee, and he stumbled a bit. "You are to kneel when you greet Mistress Elizabeth!" Steve immediately dropped to his knees and bent over in position to kiss her boots, when she suddenly pushed him back up with one foot.
"No," she interrupted. "Our session has not begun yet. You are to kiss my hand." Steve held her hand gently and kissed the palm of her leather glove.
She snickered. "You are an amateur. You haven't been here before, have you?"
"No, Mistress Elizabeth." Steve stood up. "But I have visited your web site and studied your requirements. I've read everything that I was supposed to. I tried to educate myself on what was supposed to happen here today, and at our session."
The Mistress sat on the black leather couch and crossed her legs, as Steve sat on the leather chair across from it. "If we have a session, that is. I'm not sure you're cut out for this kind of thing. The Mistress-slave relationship is very unique. You are to obey specific rules and follow specific orders. Just relax! I will explain every detail to you. I will make this worth your time as well as mine. You will address me as Mistress Liz, or just 'Mistress'. I named myself Elizabeth after the great Queen Elizabeth. Because, after all, your duty is to treat me like a Queen." There was a pause as she looked him over. "Why did you contact me, Steve? What do you plan to achieve?"
He sighed. "Well, Mistress - Liz - uh, I wanted to explore a new lifestyle as your slave. I think women are the greatest gift that God has given us...I want to show my affection to you in this way. And in return, be your personal slave for the time we are given."
"It is an advantage that you view women as superior," the Mistress commented. "I already see your potential. You might qualify as a slave." Steve almost cracked a thankful smile.
She said, "You like that, don't you? You look forward to serving these boots. You drool over my body and you can't wait to kneel at my feet, licking the shiny heels."
"Yes, Mistress!" Steve answered.
"Well, let me explain my business. My sessions are an hour long. No shorter, no longer. The fee will be $125. Is this acceptable to you? If not, we need not continue the interview."
Steve responded, "Yes, Mistress. I'd like to continue this."
"Good. This interview shouldn't last long, then. I will instruct you on how you are to greet me, talk to me, what you are to say, what you are not to say, when to speak, when not to speak, etcetera, etcetera. But most of all, you will realize that there will be pleasure...but there will also be pain. You think this will be all fun and games, that it will be a total dream come true for you. But I will be receiving the pleasure. I will break you." There was another pause as Steve gulped. "The impression you give me during this interview will show me your true determination."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"You're learning already! Very good." Mistress Liz said.
Did Steve just sell his soul to the devil!? Was he out of his mind to spend an hour with this strange woman who would most likely just hurt him and abuse him?

The Mistress asked Steve an endless series of questions. She taught him about her operation, and why everything was so strict. She informed him in detail of his duties. Such duties would be having his body walked on by her in high heels, his face sat on, long periods of body worship, and even longer periods of forced foot worship. Other duties would be washing her feet, cleaning her shoes and boots, and much much more. She went over all of the rules.
This interview was about to end. It was almost 9:00 p.m.. The Mistress looked Steve over once more and was quite satisfied. She pushed a button next to her couch that rang a bell upstairs.
"Well, Steve! Much to my surprise, you have impressed me. I like you. From what I see, you're wanting to dive at my feet this instant. C'mon, my love. You may lick each boot for free."
Steve dropped to the cold cement floor and lay on his stomach. He slowly put his tongue to her boot toe and proceeded up toward the front of her ankle. As he moved to her other boot, she moved her foot upward so the sole was at Steve's face. He put his tongue out once again, and licked the entire sole of Elizabeth's other boot. The boot pushed his face away not long after.
"That's all, darling," she commanded.
Steve sat back up on his knees. "Do you approve of me, Mistress Liz? May I return?"
"Hmmmmm..." she thought. "You will return Saturday night at 9:00. Don't be late!"
Steve smiled in joy. "Thank you, Mistress! Thank you so much for this opportunity."
"You may kiss my hand," demanded Mistress Liz. She lifted her gloved hand to his lips once again, pressing her knuckles to his mouth. Steve held her hand and kissed it passionately.
"Thank you," he repeated. Just then, there was a knock at the dungeon door.
"Come in," pardoned the Mistress.
Nancy walked in, asking, "You called, Mistress Elizabeth?"
She smiled, "Yes. Schedule Steve a session for Saturday night at 9:00, and show him out."
"Yes, Mistress Elizabeth," she bowed. Nancy walked over to Steve, who remained kneeling for the Mistress. She gently pulled Steve to his feet and showed him the way back upstairs.
Once at the front door, Nancy said, "You surprise me as much as you surprised Elizabeth. I didn't think she would accept you, considering how small and weak you are. What a joke!"
Steve responded, "I hope you don't seriously think that, because you work for her, you can verbally abuse and degrade all your customers."
"Well, it's my job," snapped Nancy. "That's what I do. The whole business deals with making our customers feel like dirt! Now you've given me all of your information, so get out. You better be back Saturday and be ready for the toughest hour of your life."
"Thank you, ma'am," Steve bowed his head. As he walked out of the front door, Nancy shook her head in disgust and returned to her desk. Steve went home, already excited about what was to happen Saturday night. But did he ever think that it might be the toughest hour of his life?

Saturday the 19th finally rolled on by. Steve couldn't help but think over the past few days what he would be doing today. He would finally be fulfilling his fantasies, worshipping a real professional Mistress. Not once did he think about the risks, or the bruises that he might receive on his backside - or anywhere else, for that matter. He couldn't file a lawsuit for any harm done to him...this was their job. He was to be ready for anything and everything.
Steve showed up at Mistress Elizabeth's mansion at 8:58 p.m.. He wore his suit and tie as usual, and he was very well-groomed. The door opened to reveal Nancy, as before. She smirked at him and motioned him to follow her.
"You're early," she said.
Steve glanced at his watch. "By a few minutes."
Nancy remarked, "The Mistress said she wanted to see you at 9:00. It's not 9:00 yet."
"Oh, c'mon, big deal! I mean -"
Nancy gave him a cold stare, interrupting, "Steve, you know we have a business to run. You know we have obligations, a schedule to keep. You got here too early."
Steve knelt for Nancy, frustrated, "Yes, ma'am."
Nancy lifted him by the suit collar and ordered, "Stand up, you fool! Follow me." As before, Steve followed her as she led him to downstairs to Mistress Elizabeth's dungeon. Nancy knocked on the wooden door, and the Mistress called to let Steve in. She knew it was him.
"Enjoy," Nancy said sarcastically, walking away. Steve approached Mistress Elizabeth and knelt before her, positioning his bowed head at her knees. The Mistress was dressed as she was before, but her leather outfit looked more polished and clean. She was as gorgeous as ever!
"I told you, Steve," the Mistress said, "that when greeting me, you are to -"
Steve lowered himself to the ground immediately and kissed her shiny boots, once each.
"That's better," she smiled and said. Steve peered up at her momentarily in gratitude. "You are a good little boy. You may worship my boots for as long as you like." Mistress Elizabeth sat on the leather couch with her legs extended in front of her."
"Get to work and start worshipping!" she commanded.
Steve immediately lowered his head down, opening his mouth wide onto her boot toe. He took in as much leather as he could, and sucked it obediently, over and over. He licked the curve of her foot, letting his tongue glide slowly up her instep, around her leather heel. He covered as much leather as possible, and started back down to the sole of her boot. He diligently kissed her boot sole, then licked again intensely. As his tongue found her boot toe a second time, he started back up past her ankle, licking his way up her leg.
She said, "You are very obedient, my love." Mistress Elizabeth had completely seduced him. She watched intently as Steve sucked on the knee of her tight leather pants, and continued to work his way upward. Once he reached her vaginal area, she put her hand on the back of his head and held it deep into her body.
"Stay there," she said, watching him.
Steve slowly licked the crotch of her leather pants, putting his tongue out as far as possible. She pushed his head in as far as she could, almost suffocating him. With her other hand, she grabbed a riding crop from the wall and slapped it hard onto his back! He moaned and jerked in pain, but continued worshipping her.
"Very good. You may move up." Mistress Elizabeth continued to guide him on what he was to do. Steve licked her waist, slobbered back and forth up her vinyl bra, eventually winding up with his head between her breasts. She held her breasts together on his head as he licked between them, and he now had a face full of red vinyl. A few more minutes had passed, when she whipped him across the back again. Had he done something wrong?
"Back down to my feet, boy," she said. Steve released all energy and fell to her boots, sucking on her ankle, kissing it with tremendous affection.
She commanded, "Kiss harder. Harder!" Steve pushed his mouth as hard as he could on her boot before each kiss, showing his true love for her. He treated this boot with as much affection as the other, giving it equal time with his tongue. This is when Mistress Elizabeth knocked the back of his head with her other boot heel. Steve collapsed to the floor.
Mistress Elizabeth muttered, "Turn over."
Steve turned onto his back, and lay waiting. The Mistress stepped onto his chest, heel first, and then the other foot followed.
"Aaaahh...aaaah!" Steve yelped in pain, but tried to quiet himself and continue enjoying the moment he had craved for days. The Mistress slowly walked all over his chest in her high-heeled knee boots, occasionally massaging one boot into his ribs. At one point, she stepped on his throat and pushed until she saw him gasp for air. She smiled down at him.
She said, "Yes...how does it feel?" She turned her boot up into the side of his jaw and nudged it a few times. She finally let up and continued walking on his chest freely. As she took small steps down his rib cage, Steve flexed his stomach muscles in preparation, although he was already in pain. Before he knew it, the Mistress stood full weight - in high heels - on his genitals.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!! Mistress - Miss - aaaaaahhh!" Steve screamed.
She smiled down at him again. "Yes, it feels good...doesn't it? You like it." She stepped back onto his chest and did more walking, but his constant moans didn't go away. She gave a quick stomp on his head, and he yelled some more, but tried to endure the pain.
"There you go. Pain is nothing to you when it comes from me," she quipped. She stomped on his head again, knocking it to the cement floor. His face showed intense pain, and his eyes were watering, but he made no sound. Mistress Elizabeth found this to be an opportune time to stand on his face. One high heel found its way onto his cheek, turning his head. But once the other foot climbed on, Steve let out more screams.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhh! It's - it's too much! It's..."
Mistress bounced a little on his head. "Shut up! You can handle it. Shut up and beg for more. Beg! Do you hear me!? Beg!" she yelled down at him.
Steve was hurt, but obeyed. "Please! M...more, Mistress, more!" Mistress Elizabeth continued to bounce and squat lightly, her boots making severe bruises on the side of his face.
After a while, Mistress stepped off his face, and Steve found relief. He put his hands to his face and started rubbing, just when Mistress Elizabeth shoved a boot toe back into his mouth.
"We're not through!" she said. "Start sucking." Steve's head turned back up, and Elizabeth eased her boot toe deep into his mouth. He sucked the boot endlessly. She was enjoying every minute of this! Of course, this didn't last long. After 5 minutes of intense sucking, the Mistress released her foot and immediately sat on Steve's face with her rear end. She spread her legs and pushed her vaginal muscles up into his nose and mouth as hard as she could.
"Eat, slave," she said softly. "Eat." She repeatedly flexed the vaginal muscles up onto his mouth, not giving him room to breathe. Steve struggled to open his mouth, but when he did, he began sucking her leather-covered anal area as instructed to. His mouth didn't have much room to move...all he could do was keep it open and take as much as he could. Mistress Elizabeth smiled, proud of herself. She once again knocked a boot heel to the top of his head.
She mumbled, "You better be eating down there!" Steve made sure his mouth was moving. But soon he was struggling to get air. His body jerked awkwardly as he grabbed her rear end in a plea for air. Elizabeth inched off his face for a few seconds as he gasped loudly.
"Oh, God! Oh...oh..." Steve tried to catch his breath.
She giggled. "Delicious, huh? Have some more!" Without warning, she once again rested upon Steve's face, pushing her anal area upon his face. He continued working his open mouth onto her leather-covered vaginal area. The time was 9:33, and his hour was almost up. After five more minutes of sitting on her slave's face, Mistress Elizabeth stood up, and Steve gasped again.
"Aaah...ah...I love...I love you..." Steve whispered. Mistress Elizabeth was standing over his head, trapping it between her feet. He could only look right up at her.
She smiled wide. "I know you do." She put her toes together, lifting his head so that it was resting on them. She was still standing there with his head locked between her ankles. She twitched her ankles a few times to "wake him up" while he was in her standing scissor hold.
"Enjoying this?" she asked. She twitched her ankles again. "Are you?" She lifted one boot and rested it on his face, sinking her high heel deep into his mouth. Steve wearily sucked the heel.
She studied him carefully. "Suck harder! I don't get paid for being gentle." Steve sucked the high heel as hard as he could while her toe covered his eye. All along, he made moans of increasing pleasure. The Mistress eased the heel deeper into his mouth. Steve kept on sucking, letting her know how much he enjoyed this moment, although it was mostly painful for him. Five more minutes passed, and this is when Elizabeth retrieved her riding crop.
"Undress, my slave," she ordered. Steve slowly sat up, on the floor, and began to take off his clothes. He began with the shoes and socks, then the pants, and carefully removed his suit jacket, shirt, and tie. He lay them all neatly in front of the leather couch. He was down to his underwear, awaiting Mistress Elizabeth's next word, with his head resting at her feet. Unexpectedly, she kicked him in the shoulder, sending him back!
"Aaaaaaah! What - what was that for!?" he asked. He favored his shoulder while sitting back against the front of the leather couch.
"You took too long! It's already 9:45. We have fifteen minutes more together. She followed with a boot to the stomach!
"Aaaaaah! Please..." Steve cried. She kicked him onto his stomach, on the cold floor. She picked him up by the hair and positioned him kneeling over the front of the couch. He moaned a bit in pain, and she pulled down his underwear. She stepped on his back to hold him down, kneeling.
Mistress Elizabeth said, "No one takes their time undressing for me!" She whipped him -
"Aaaaaaaaah!" Steve screamed in pain. Another lash!
"Aaaaah, God..." Then came another!
"Ohhh...ah..." Steve tried to quiet himself. More lashes came from Mistress Elizabeth's riding crop, harder and quicker! With every crack of the riding crop, Steve learned to take it like a man, no moans or groans. The Mistress gave him 5 more lashes...5 more!
"Mistress...please, please..." Steve whispered. His backside was beet red, and the skin was nearly broken and bleeding. The Mistress raised the riding crop once more...and SLAP!
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!" The loudest scream came from Steve as he jerked wildly in pain. He turned a bit, touched his rear, and looked to see blood on his hands. He was definitely cut all over.
Mistress Elizabeth shook her head and put her hands on her hips. "I told you there would be pain involved. Turn over again, dog." Steve continued whimpering like the dog she treated him as, and he carefully sat down on the floor again, against the front of the couch. His buttocks were sore and bleeding from a few cuts, which made him hard to hold his position on the floor. She put her boot on his chest and stomped lightly, repeatedly, as if it were a gas pedal.
"You will realize that you live to serve me. It is my foot that you adore when you lick that boot leather. It is my whip that crosses your bare rear. And it's me who walks all over your body in my heels, claiming my superiority.
"Yes...Mistress..." Steve said, wearily.
She finished by saying, "Your last duty, slave, is to remove my boot and suck the toes. Now! Slowly...slowly...you will remember these feet."
Steve reached up to the boot on his bare chest as she dug her heel into his nipple and pressed her toe to his throat. He slowly unzipped her black, leather high-heeled boot. He gently took it off, and placed it on the floor next to him. There was a perfect, size 11 stockinged foot resting on his chest. Steve caressed her ankle, and she lifted the foot, shoving the toes into mouth, pressing his tongue. Steve lay his head back and sucked on the stockinged toes. Mistress Elizabeth studied him, making sure the toes were far into his mouth. She forced them in harder, as he continued sucking the toes hard, endlessly, worshipping his Mistress for this last 5 minutes.
Steve seemed to forget the pain of the whipping. He was entranced by the taste of Mistress Elizabeth's toes as she forced his head back onto the seat of the couch, with her foot in his mouth. Steve sucked the foot lovingly to show his appreciation for such a fine woman like Mistress Elizabeth. She smiled in appreciation as well.
"You're finished, honey," she said, withdrawing the stockinged toes from his mouth. Steve lifted his head, closed his eyes, and licked his lips. Steve's rear was still throbbing with pain, but he graciously fell forward at her feet, thankful for this opportunity.
"Thank you...thank you," he whispered.
She stared down at him, ordering, "You may kiss my foot again." Steve placed a gentle kiss on the foot still wearing the shiny, black, high-heeled boot.
"I'm pleased, Steve," commented Mistress Elizabeth, sitting on the couch, putting her other boot on. She stood up and rang the bell on the wall next to the couch, again summoning Nancy.
"Am I free to go?" he asked, still in pain.
She replied, "Yes. Leave."
Steve smiled, and began to put his clothes back on. His rear end was still bleeding and stinging from the intense whipping session. His hair was a mess, he had bruises and heel marks all over his chest and face. His underwear was stained in blood. But Mistress Elizabeth had no intention of healing him. Nancy knocked on the door, and Mistress Elizabeth called her in.
"You called, Mistress?" Nancy asked.
"Yes. Our session is over. You may show Steve out the door now," Mistress Elizabeth instructed. "This is one of my favorite slaves."
Nancy helped pull Steve to his feet. Steve was still aching tremendously all over. He could barely walk because of the pain in his body. Nancy helped him out the door, and eventually, they reached the front door of the mansion.
"You look like trash," she said snidely. "I told you she would hurt you. So did you enjoy your hour here? Or was it the worst hour of your life?"
Steve did not answer. He headed for the door.
"Like I said," Nancy continued, "you will find the bill in your mailbox as soon as next week. Come back and see us soon!"

Steve, in pain all over, limped out to his car and got in slowly. His dream came true. He requested a meeting with a professional Mistress so he could fulfill his erotic fantasies...and that's what he got. It was a crazy experience. During Steve's drive home, tears of pain rolled from his eyes, but a smile of satisfaction also crossed his lips.

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