by Dad's Mat
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I lay beneath my master silently.
I could hear the birds singing outside as I contemplated what my first full day as his footslave would bring. I hadn't slept much that night. Try being a matress to a 175 lb man. Just when I would doze off, he would roll around on me bringing me to the realization that I was nothing but a piece of furniture to this man whom I had once called Dad. Still my position in life was elevated now compared to the previous thirteen years.
I listened to my masters breathing. There is nothing that he could do to me that would decrease this newfound love which I had for him. Suddenly I had a terrible thought. There was a torture which I could not survive. He could return to the relationship that we had before he made me his footslave. He was sadistic enough to do just that if he knew that I was enjoying my new status. I couldn't let that happen. I now lived for his feet. I must make him think that I didn't like what he was doing to me so that I could continue to serve him. Then there was the other problem. What would happen when Mom returned. I couldn't bear the thought.
Finally, I could feel my master stir above me. He sat up on my belly. He rubbed his eyes and his hair as he got completely awake. I grunted a little, just to make sure that I didn't like what he was doing to me. "I didn't get much sleep pussy and hit was your fault!" he snarled. "You are lumpy. "I'll have to come up with something before I sleep on you again."
"Now you need to worship your Master." He stood up and allowed me to slide to the floor in front of the sofa. It had been quite some time that my body had not been supporting his full weight in some manner or another. I was sore all over, but didn't mind because it was the result of giving Master pleasure.
I looked up at this god as he placed both feet on my face. I spent the next half hour kissing and licking his soft soles. I cleaned between his toes and gently caressed each toe as I sucked each on. Finally without saying a word, he stood up on my belly. I gasped as his weight soles pressed into my body. "Hurts doesn't?" he said. "Yes Master." I responded." Master said "Good...as it should be! You are dirt under my feet and you are right where you belong."
With that he moved his right foot to my face while keeping his other on my belly. He told that he was going to take a shower and that I should prepare his breakfast. He wanted me to take the small seving table to the patio and have his breakfast waiting on it when he was done showering. He stepped off me. I rose to all fours, thinking that he would ride me to bathroom. Instead he kicked me in the side knocking me to the floor. "Did I tell you that I needed a pony, footslave?" "No Master" I replied. "Then go do what I told you to do." With that he left for the shower.
I quickly went to the kitchen and began my work. I made his favorite....bacon and pancakes with fresh squeezed orange juice. I made sure that the bacon was crispy and the pancakes were fluffy just the way that he liked them. I put them on a hot plate with a dish cover so that his meal would stay warm. I took everything to the small serving table on the patio near the pool. I made sure that Master had plenty of syrup and butter for his pancakes. I then placed a padded stool which he liked next to the table for a place for him to sit.
I was in a quandry. Would he want a pony? I decide to take a chance. I went to the bathroom where he was just finishing up. I took another chance and lay on the floor next to the tub with a clean towel over my nude body. A placed another towel over the side of the tub. He pulled back the shower curtain and said "Good slave." He seemed pleased.
He stepped onto my body and wiped his feet on me. With the rest of the towel on my body I dried his calves. He dried off and stepped down. "Carpet" he said. I crawled my place in front of the sink. Before I could turn on my back, he stepped on it with both feet. This was not quite as hard as it was to support him when he was trampling my chest and belly. I still groaned.
I didn't want him to think that I liked it even though I was in heaven. He shaved and brushed his teeth as he padded back and forth on me. Finally, I smelled his after shave. It was a many smell. One that I used to hate because it meant that he was nearby. "Horse" he said. He mounted my back. "Bedroom." I carried him slowly to his bedroom. "You better start working out slaveboy." "You need to carry me as quickly as I want." Who knows you might be carrying more than just me" he laughed. I thought to myself that I will never be able to do that.
I was barely able to carry his 175 lbs.
In the bedroom he gathered his clothes, telling me to lay on the bed with my face at the foot of it. What was he going to do now. I watched as his perfectly shaped ass lowered onto my face. It didn't smell bad, but I was scared. I couldn't breath. My body writhed as I struggled for air. I could hear him laughing as he just sat there. Finally he rose. I sucked in as much air as my lungs could take in. He put his jockstrap on and sat on me again. I could feel him moving his legs as my nose buried into his crack. He was putting his socks on. Again he stood up again just in time. I was ready to black out. He finished dressing, giving me a little break. He had a polo shirt on along with tennis shorts and tennis shoes. "Ah that's why he had his jockstrap on. He was going to play tennis" I said to myself. I wondered if it was with his girlfriend. Mom wasn't home so I kind of figured that was who it would be.
"Horse" he said. He rode me to the patio. God I hoped his meal was still hot. When we got there he stood and kicked the stool which I had placed there. "Did I tell you that I needed a chair slave?" Before I could answer, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me in front of the table. He sat sideways on my back. "You will do just fine" as he settled his butt onto my aching back. He poured himself a cup of coffee from the carafe that I had prepared. He took the cover off his breakfast. I prayed that it wasn't cold. He took a drink of orange juice. Still I waited in horror fearing that I failed in keeping his meal warm. He took a sip of coffee, deliberately taking his time. I think that he wanted his pancakes to be cold. He really loved thinking of ways to punish me. Finally, he took a bite. "Mmmm. done to perfection." That was the first nice thing that he ever said about his only son.
I labored terribly as he sat on me, enjoying his breakfast.
My back was bowing and and my arms felt like jelly. Would, I be able to hold him up as long as he wanted? Finally he was finished. I had made it. Yet he didn't get off me. I was doomed. He got his cell phone out of his pocket. My arms were quivering. He dialed then started to speak. "Hello, honey." "I've missed you." "How about getting ready to go to the club." "Are you up for some tennis?" I was getting close to collapsing. "Bring an overnight bag." "Yea, the old lady is out of town."
"I have a surprise for you when we get home" he laughed. "I'll see you in a little bit." "I love you too." "Bye" Master stood up just in time. I barely avoided falling on my face. He placed a foot on the back of my head and pushed my face to his other shoe. "Kiss" I lovingly kissed my master's shoe as he gave me my orders. I was to shower but remain naked. I was to completely tidy up the house. "I have a friend coming" he said. "The house better be spotless or you will pay!" "Get your dinner out of the fridge."
"It is marked, Footslave." You better eat it as that is all you will get besides my feet and ass today" he laughed. He told me that he didn't know when his friend and him would get home as they were eating at the club. "You better be in front of the door on your bacck when we get home." "We'll need a doormat." With that, he removed his foot and left.
I quickly got up. Every part of my body ached from being beneath my Dad's feet or butt. As worked cleaning the house I thought about where I was in life. I was no longer my Dad's son. I was his footslave. I thought about Dad's friend. I couldn't believe that he was bringing his girlfriend here while I was being used as his slave. What would happen tommorow when Mom got home. Would I still be his slave?
I finished the house and went to the fridge. I was starved. I opened the door and saw the brown bag marked Footslave...enjoy! I opened it. On to was a pair of Master's dirty shorts. Next was a pair of his reeking socks. Finally a piece of yesterdays pizza. I went to my room with my meal. Iay on my bed with the shorts and sock laid over my nose. I chowed down on the pizza.
I didn't know when to expect Master so I went to my place in front of the door. Better be safe than sorry. I must have dosed off for hours.I was so tired. I was jolted awake when I heard the lock open. The door opened and Dad walked in stepping on my torso. He wiped both feet on me. He said come on in, sweetie." As I looked up, a gorgeous hunk of a man joined my Master on me. He looked Italian with jet black hair done in the bedhead style. He was about 5'10" and looked to be about 165 lbs. As they both stood on me, they locked lips in a passionate kiss. My God I thought "My Dad is bisexual! His friend looked down at me and said "Rob" (my Master's name) "What, a nice surprise!"
As I labored under the two grown men's full weight, I daydreamed about what the rest of the weekend would hold for me. I was right where I belonged.
I am my father's footslave and I love it.
to be continued....
