PART 9
I stayed inside for the remainder of the day and it thankfully passed
uneventfully. I sat on my sofa bed, racking my brain, trying to understand what
was happening to me for the most part. It was beyond me though. I could not
understand how I was being tied up and moved. I could not figure out why I was
dropping to my knees, begging to kiss the feet of women that were practically
strangers, or letting men fuck me in the mouth. I could not understand my
sudden craving for feet, or my enjoyment of being duked up the ass by a dog. It
was all so humiliating, but I seemed to want it. I was embarrassed, but did it,
and wanted more. What was wrong with me?
I did not have a clue...
I ate, and went to bed, waking only once when I heard the door being
unlocked. I opened my eyes to a slit and saw Steve's shadow pass me by as I
sprawled on my bed. He did not even look my way, but stopped briefly in the
kitchen, then made a 'B-line' for his bedroom. Sharon followed along behind her
beau, and I saw her hesitate at my side while Steve was in the kitchen. She
smiled down at me.
"It's late, Billy." she said. "Go back to sleep." And I did. I was
out like a light in seconds.
I woke Sunday morning in a daze. Mt head was throbbing and my mouth and
tongue hurt from abuse. I worked my jaw as I got up and staggered into the
bathroom to take a long piss. My cock was hard, not unusual in the morning, but
it was also red and raw from all the excitement it had seen over the last couple
of days.
I smelled coffee as I made my way back into the living room, dressed and
refreshed, if not fully awake. I saw Steve in his bedroom, at his computer, and
Sharon sitting on the corner of the bed brushing out her long hair. She looked
hot, and I stood mesmerized for several seconds until she glanced up and caught
me staring. She smiled-
"Morning, Billy. Did you sleep okay? You look totally wasted."
I felt totally wasted, but could not find the voice to agree. I forced
a smile and shrugged, heading for the coffeepot, hoping some caffeine would snap
me back to reality. I heard Steve's voice as I poured-
"You got mail, buddy. You can check it in a bit. Shary an' me are
goin' to the park for the day." I grunted my thanks and gulped down my first
cup of coffee since early the day before. It was hot, almost scalding, and
burned my tongue and mouth and throat on the way down, but it tasted great. I
immediately woke up, or at least got a bit of sense back into my being.
I flopped back onto the sofa and clicked on the television, watching the
Sunday morning news shows while Steve finished up on the computer. It was his
PC; the entire workstation a gift from his office so that he could work at home.
It was top of the line; DSL, printer, scanner, CD burner, a flat screen monitor
and a load of RAM and memory. Steve had allowed me to set up a Hot-Mail account
early on, though all I ever seemed to get was SPAM, or the occasional e-mail
from my sister. Still, he let me go on-line whenever I wanted, when he was not
on and busy, and I enjoyed surfing some of the adult sites.
Sharon came out and sat beside me on the sofa. She was dressed in her
shorts and sandals again, along with a tight-fitting halter-top. Her long hair
was now pulled back into a ponytail. She crossed her legs and bobbed one foot,
and I wondered if she was aware of how much that excited me. She had known of
my fetish for feet. Was she purposefully teasing me, or was she just ignorant
of how sexy I was finding her?
"How're you feeling, Billy?" she asked, leaning in close. "You really
had me worried the other day, y'know?" I hung my head, my heart breaking at the
thought of worrying her. Tears welled up in my eyes, despite my best efforts to
stop them, to hold them back. My voice choked-
"I-I'm fine, Sh-" My voice croaked, and try as I might, I could not say
her name. She stared at me, and I swear I saw the corners of her mouth curl
into a slight, almost invisible smile as she watched me struggle, trying to
talk. I finally gave up as Steve came into the room.
"Ready to go, Hon?" He looked at Sharon expectantly, and she lit up
with a truly dazzling smile. She stood, looping her finger through the
belt-loop of his bluejeans.
"You bet!" she said with some excitement, then turned back to look down
on me. "You want to tag along, Billy? We're gonna go walking in the park.
Maybe have a picnic in the Sheep Meadow." She smiled down at me, totally
sincere without a clue to the looks that Steve was giving me. He obviously did
not want me along, and I knew that if I accepted, I would pay for it later after
Sharon had gone home.
"No thanks." I said, directing my gaze to her feet as I found it
impossible to look either of them in the eye. "I have some stuff to do. Thanks
anyway."
"Anytime, Billy." She smiled, "You're always welcome."
"Yeah..." Steve added, though without the sincerity. And with barely a
'good bye' they were gone.
I sat there for awhile, enjoying the solitude, the peace and quiet.
Some commentator was interviewing Hillary Clinton on the television, but I had
the volume so low that I did not know what they were talking about. World War
Three could have started, and I did not even care. I was almost hypnotized,
watching the television for any glimpse of her legs, shoes and feet when the
camera panned back for a wide-angle shot. It was almost an hour later when the
computer snapped me out of my trance, announcing that I had mail.
I went into Steve's bedroom, automatically noting the work I had ahead
of me, picking up his clothes and washing. I sat at the workstation and logged
in with my password, retrieving my Hot-Mail account. I had about a dozen
messages, most of which was SPAM. There was one from my sister, giving me the
latest on the family woes and gossip, and asking when I might come home for a
vacation. That seemed a good idea. Get away from the big city for a week or
two and relax with my family. I did not have the money, however, nor the
vacation time. I thought briefly that Steve might help me out, then quickly
dismissed that notion. I already owed him far too much.
I deleted all of the messages but two; two that I did not recognize.
They did not seem to have the usual SPAM hook in the subject line, and I did not
recognize the e-mail address; a generic Hot-Mail account like my own. I opened
the first, reading the usual sender/receiver propaganda. My eyes grew wide as I
then read the body of the letter-
Dear Billy,
As I promised, I have set up a club and thought you might want to
see it. Not much there except a whole lot of pictures and a few audio files.
There will be more to come, as I have a lot of ideas and nothing but time on my
hands.
I have located most of your friends that you mentioned on the
Internet and have logged their e-mail addresses into a letter complete with the
link to my (our) club. It is ready to send if you ever give me any grief, and I
will not hesitate to do so.
I will be calling some day soon, and I will expect you to come
(ha-ha) when I do. I have a lot of new ideas for some fun.
Take a look at the club, as I am rather proud of it. Any input on
your part would be appreciated. Looking forward to seeing you soon.
Love,
Your neighbor
PS: Moose and Rocko say 'Hi'
The web address for the club followed, and of course I went to see just
what was there. It was a Yahoo Club, in the Adult section, under Bondage. I
had to join Yahoo, then join the club as the second member. It was private, and
apparently the Dog Lady had not invited anyone else into it yet.
She was right in that there was not much there, but only in that there
was not much written. A simple greeting on the main page directed everyone to
the photo files and the audio files. There was a picture of the dogs on the
main page as well.
The audio files were edited, so that one could download a file and hear
me, and only me, telling the world how much I liked feet, shoes and bondage.
There was a file describing who I was as well, including my past, where I lived,
and my phone number. I of course tried to delete it all, but I had no say in
changing the club.
The photos were great, from a cinematography point of view. My face and
body was clearly visible and identifiable in every shot. I was shown kneeling
and bound, licking the dirt from a pair of sexy orange sandals, licking and
kissing feet, sucking dog dick and getting fucked up the ass by Moose. It was
horrible, and for the first time in my life I can honestly say that I considered
suicide. The woman was never visible above the thighs in any of the pictures,
and in most was not seen at all.
I sagged back into the chair, wondering what I might do, knowing that
there was little that I could. If I was better at manipulating a computer I
could probably hack into the site and erase everything, but she would no doubt
have it all up the next day. And I would be punished, the address sent to the
few friends and family I had. I would be humiliated beyond belief. I could
contact Yahoo, requesting that they close the site, but I knew that would take
days, and she would just set up the club elsewhere and invite everyone I knew to
join. I could go to her, beg her to stop, but she would just laugh and make me
blow her dogs again. I was screwed...
As a final insult I found my Hot-Mail address at the bottom of the page.
The Dog Lady was thorough if nothing else. I clicked out of the club, back to
my browser window and opened the last e-mail. It was her again, wondering why I
had not replied. I sighed and sent her a message, saying that she had done a
wonderful job on the site and begged her not to forward it to my friends and
family. I pledged to do anything she wanted; how much worse could it get. I
then logged off and shut the computer down.
I curled up on my bed, anxiety building within me as my world came
crashing down. I was a sexual pervert, and being blackmailed for my unusual
cravings. I was little more than a slave to a woman who was more than twice my
age, and her dogs. I was a housekeeper to my best friend, and a joke to his
girl, my ex. I could not even go to the bathroom without fear of ridicule from
the women that worked in the laundry across the courtyard. I was broke, in
debt, and useless.
I cried myself to sleep...
