I’m sorry madam.” I dare not complain about how much pain I am in, because I know that she will just make it worse. Thankfully after about another hour she wants me to take care of her “tired” feet. Excuse me? Miss? Miss Supervisor? You are making a mistake, I’m not here for....” I started to explain…. We go into the hair dresser’s salon room and she’s super sweet. She offers us some wine and we all have a glass and sort of chill. Eventually Goddess tells me to get down on my knees and give Wendi (the hair dresser) the money. “Count it as you give her the money, show her what a good boy you are.” Goddess said.

We then got to Goddess’ house and she had a surprise for me. She bought me a pair of panties to wear while I cleaned for her I mention this only in passing since you are to be neutered in traditional fashion anyway in just a few moments,” she continued. Alright Peter. Please excuse my anger. I’m calm now! Please understand that I am not used to a male telling me that I’m making a mistake! And it’s been a long time since a male even spoke to me without permission! But of course you are new here, and do not know our rules. So I won’t punish you! But, please, just be quiet. I will give you a chance to speak later” I crawl to her sitting on the couch with my head bowed, hoping that she will have mercy on me. She is staying silent which is scaring me and since I don’t know what to do I just put my forehead to the ground showing her humility. She starts rubbing my hair with her left foot.

God my feet really stink, I can smell them from here. I can only imagine how bad the smell is down there,” she taunts. “Most people wouldn’t go anywhere near them because of the smell, but you don’t mind do you?” she says as she puts one of her feet right on my face cupping my nose with her toes. Anyway, after she sends me to fetch her ice cream at the store, I return and she tells me to get my bowl because she has to pee. I presented my special bowl and she tells me to bow down with my face to the floor. “Thank you Goddess.” I said as I obeyed. I tried to look up and watch her pee and she scolded me. “Head DOWN. What? Are you trying to see? You can hear it. That’s good enough for you.” She keeps exploring the endless universe of Femdom by interacting only with those, who are willing to fully sacrifice their heart, body and soul to the 24/7 service. She owns the Purple Ass as her 24/7 slave for 12 years. He is kept chaste long term and Mistress Emma enjoys to improve his submission by a number of fun practices, including corporal punishments. Yes Ma’am, sorry ma’am,” I say as I begin massaging harder. The smell is unbearable, and my hands really hurt, but I must please her if I want release. I can tell she is getting tipsy and I am afraid of what will happen next. As I massage her feet, she pulls them and tells me to stop, she spreads her legs and takes off her panties throwing them at me. She laughed at my expression. “You no doubt thinking that you are not a slave. Is that right? All men think that! It’s no problem! We have developed methods which efficiently transform any man, even the most arrogant, self-willed ones (like you, Peter!) into good slaves. Our methods are very simple: we keep our slaves chained, and we enforce our strict rules with severe punishments. Our methods have worked on every man who has ever come here. Our methods have never yet failed to make a man into a slave!”

So for another hour, I tongue bathe her feet with ice, before she pulls her feet away, pulls me closer with her leash and has me take off her panties. I know the drill. Very well. Let’s proceed,” she said, motioning for Mistress Claire and her pet to follow her into the operating room. The lady now removed her blouse and skirt, preparatory to donning her surgical clothes, and she pulled down her panties.Linda is lounging on her couch in the main living room while I am folding some of her laundry when I hear the bell (she rang a bell to summon me). I go downstairs and stand in front of her head bowed as I was required to do and said, “Yes ma’am?”