Chapter 9: Slavery begins

My old life had finished just a few seconds before and with a boundless enthusiasm I was ready to start the new exciting one with my beautiful aunt who had completely conquered me and chained me to her will, to my great satisfaction. There are no words to describe the happiness that I was feeling, to describe the joy that filled my heart at that moment, while I was kissing nonstop the feet of my Mistress, with my lips that explored every inches of her feet, or at least the upper part of them, being unable to touch her sole because Aunt Emma was still wearing her high heels stiletto sandals. She wiggle her toes when my lips rested gently on them and I could not help but sniff loudly that scent that was by now so familiar to me and as I continued to kiss devotedly her feet, I tried to stick my nose in the middle of her toes.

I was worshiping her feet with so much passion that if someone had seen me in that moment it could not be able to find any difference with an animal that fulfill its bestial impulses. My mind had been emptied of everything, at that time there was nothing else outside of those wonderful feet that I would have kissed nonstop for the rest of my days. My pussy was on fire but I did not think even for a moment to try to appease my desire touching myself. That time was only for my aunt, I just had to give her the most pleasure possible.

“That’s why I exist, this is my sole purpose in life ... to serve my Mistress” I thought kissing passionately close to her ankle and going further down to her heel.

While I kissed her feet, I could hear my aunt giggle and it did nothing but excite me even more and I kissed her feet so quickly that I forgot to breathe and after one minute, because of a dizzy, I was forced to stop for breath and bring back the oxygen to my brain. My break lasted only a few seconds, then my aunt brought back her foot to my lips and I began again to kiss, thinking that I had much time to rest after, back home. When I was with my my Mistress, I would have had to give away everything I had, give away every last bit of energy left in my body.

“She’s my Mistress, she is a Goddess, she deserve this,” I thought, feeling increasingly insignificant in front of a beauty so celestial, feeling as if I was a crawling worm that was not even worthy of being crushed by those divine feet.

I do not know how long I kissed voraciously the feet of my aunt who seemed to enjoy that scene. It had to be great to have a person prostrate at your feet kissing them with so much devotion, a person ready to do anything for you, a person who you own completely as if it was a mere object or your pet. Soon after, however, I thought that an animal, even the most trained, it could not be owned as a Mistress own a slave, as my aunt was owning me. Suddenly, while I was kissing her left foot, Aunt Emma put the sole of her right shoe on my forehead and forced me to look up, interrupting my kissing. In her angelic face I could see well a smirk and I was happy that I had satisfied my Mistress. My aunt looked at me intently for a moment and then, she said softly:

- You know what I’d like now, dear? A warm, soft tongue on my feet -

- Yes Mistress... - I replied with a grin on my face, happy to have the honor to lick the feet of my beautiful aunt.

- Call me Madame, I love the French, is a language so elegant -

- As you wish Madame - I said looking at my Mistress in the eyes and bowing again to her feet with my tongue already out of my mouth.

I had almost an orgasm on the spot while my tongue began to touch the instep of her right foot and I had to fight with all my strength to not be distracted by the intense emotions I was feeling and stay focused on my work. Licking her feet I realized how different the taste was from one area to another and while the instep of her foot was almost tasteless, just a bit salty, between her toes and on the parts of her soles that I could reach, the taste was much more intense, much more exquisite. I licked between her high arches and at that moment my tongue was trapped between her foot and the insole of my aunt’s elegant shoe. The pressure on my tongue was not enough to hurt me but it was hard to stay in that uncomfortable position, but I did not dare offer resistance and I stood still while my Mistress laughed, amused by that sight. I had to look really pathetic.

Only after several minutes my aunt lifted slightly her foot, freeing my tired tongue and allowing me to move freely again. I returned to lick the toes of my Mistress trying to clean with my tongue also under her toenails but they were clean, as was to be expected from a woman so classy. My aunt gently lifted her toes allowing me to lick also the bottom of them and I found myself in the same situation as before, with my tongue trapped between her foot (her toes this time) and her shoe. Aunt Emma freed me after just a minute and when her phone rang, she began to talk with a friend while I continued my work devotedly. My aunt spoke with incredible tranquility, as if she was used to having a person who licks her feet. That circumstance only increased my excitement, once again, to be completely ignored had an incredible effect on me and, too distracted to follow her conversation, I continued to lick her feet by increasing so much the pace that I realized that I was lapping at her feet like a dog. Aunt Emma continued to talk on the phone for several minutes, and when she hung up she ordered me to remove her shoes.

- Be careful - she said, giving me a slight slap in the face when I removed her shoe in a way, for her, too rude.

- Sorry Madame - I apologized, trying to be more gentle with her other shoe.

When the second high heel sandal was removed, Aunt Emma took a shoe and brought it to my face

- Lick - she ordered me

I began to lick the part that had been in contact with the soft soles of my Mistress and I could immediately taste her foot sweat. My tongue was moving relentlessly, trying to clean it so well to make it look like if the shoe was new. Although I was more and more tired, I did not want to disappoint my Mistress and I licked everywhere, without omit one single spot. My aunt inspected my work for a moment, then satisfied, patted on my head as if I were her dog and brought to my face the other shoe. I restarted to lick, with my knees more and more sore but happy to have done a good job with the first shoe and to have satisfied my beautiful aunt. I do not know why but in the second shoe the taste seemed more intense, as if the right foot of my aunt had sweated more than the other. That was certainly not a problem for me and I continued to lick passionately while my aunt had turned on the TV and was doing zapping, looking for some program to her liking. When I saw on TV one of those channels where there is a news program 24 hours a day, I realized that it was nearly three-thirty in the afternoon, the audition would begin in just over half an hour and I had to make me rush to get the Studios on time. While my aunt had just finished inspecting her second shoe, once again satisfied with my work, I began to say: