Coed's Slave 2 fdom footfetish humil. The Coed’s Slave  Once inside, Heather got a pair of scissors and began cutting off my shirt and jacket. I wasn’t concerned about the clothes themselves since they were ruined already, but I had nothing else to wear. I wanted to tell her to stop, but no words came out of my mouth. Just how much power and control did these girls have over me? “Strip off the rest of your clothes,” Heather ordered. I struggled as best I could to remove my shoes, socks, pants and underwear, eventually succeeding. I was on my knees when Heather returned with a razor. She walked behind me. “Bend forward!” I leaned forward and felt the razor dry shaving the hair on my back. Heather was not being gentle or slow and my skin was becoming quite irritated. Still I did nothing to stop her. I thought about begging her to stop, but I just sat there accepting my degradation at her hands. “Stand up!” Heather said. I stood and Heather walked around in front of me. “I’m going to release the cuffs, but I don’t want any trouble from you,” she said grabbing my tender bruised balls and squeezing. “Is that clear?” “Yes ma’am,” I responded quickly. Heather removed the cuffs and I stood naked before the girls. Amy had taken a seat in the beanbag chair and was reading a book and keeping an eye on things at the same time. “Here’s a razor. I want you to remove all your hair from the neck down,” Heather demanded. I was about to complain when she grabbed my balls again. “You are free to leave at any time,” she said squeezing, “But I better not here one complaint out of you if you want to stay.” “Yes ma’am,” I said wincing from the pain in my tender balls. I should have taken that opportunity to get out of there with an ounce of self-respect. But my lust for further humiliation at the feet of these two lovely girls was stronger than the common sense I thought I once had. I took the razor and a towel from Heather and followed her to the bathroom. The bathroom was a large public dorm bathroom, but thankfully due to the time of day, it was momentarily empty. She left me there and I began shaving clean my entire body of hair. Unfortunately, some jock type came in to take an afternoon shower. The moment he saw me shaving my legs, he started cracking up. “Hey, what are you doing, man,” he asked as he continued snickering. I was at a loss for words. I was humiliated beyond my wildest imagination. What was I doing here? Why was I letting these girls do this to me? I needed to put a stop to this right now. I needed to get out and recover an ounce of my dignity. But my desire to be with Amy and Heather was so strong, I couldn’t leave. They made it clear they would not allow me to stay if I refused to do things exactly as they said. I wish I could have sunk into some hole somewhere. I tried to stammer some response to the jock’s question, but nothing intelligible came out. He began hurling insults in between fits of hysteria as I continued to remove all the hair from my chest, and started on my pubic area. I was completely numb now, the shame was so intense, yet I continued to willingly degrade myself in front of this macho jock. Was there nothing I wouldn’t do to be with them? “Might as well chop it off too,” I heard as I removed the last of the hair from around my cock and balls. After I was finished, I couldn’t believe how utterly naked I felt. I also felt extremely weak, as if all my strength and resistance had been removed. I toweled dry and headed back to Amy’s room with the towel wrapped around my waist feeling like I was no longer a man. I kept my head down as I passed people in the halls, sensing they knew what a shameful thing I’d become. I knocked gently. “Come in,” I heard in that sweet voice that sent shivers up my spine. I entered the room and got on my hands and knees. I crawled over towards the bean bag chair. About halfway there I got on my stomach and slowly snaked my way toward Amy. She was so young and pure I didn’t want to make her uneasy. She was still reading a book and her lovely feet were crossed at the ankles, in those frilly anklets and patent leather shoes. With all the emotion I had in me, I lovingly pecked kisses to the tips of her pretty shoes. After just a few moments my cock was hard as nails again. As I was looking up Amy’s shapely legs I saw her stop reading to watch me adore every inch of her shoes. I renewed my efforts and lost myself in my act of servile adoration. Amy took her feet away, waking me out of my trance. She got up and grabbed the towel around my waist and removed it. She wedged her foot under me and I understood I was to roll over onto my back. I did so. Exposing my hairless, naked body. Amy looked me over. “Did I do this to you?” she asked lightly tapping my engorged penis with her foot, causing me to moan with delight. I was embarrassed by her innocence. “Yes Miss Amy,” I said. “How do I do it to you?” “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than to be near you. You are the most beautiful woman I ever met. I would give anything just to serve as your slave. I would do anything you ask without question if you would accept me as your loyal servant. I would pledge my undying devotion to you. I would give to you my mind, body and soul. I would live every minute just to please you in whatever I could do at that moment. I know I am not worthy to deserve all of this, but I promise to live every moment without concern for myself, and with your happiness as my only thought. I’ve never known greater joy than to lie in supplication at your feet. This is why you do this to me Miss Amy,” I said with all the sincerity I could muster, bearing my soul to this young girl. Amy lightly stroked my penis with the sole of her shoe. I was seconds away from exploding once more. She stopped suddenly, and stood with her legs on either side of my chest. I wanted desperately for her to continue stroking me. I looked up at the most magnificent sight I had ever witnessed. “That is an interesting offer,” she said giggling at my utterly obsequious behavior, “but I must warn you, I have an evil streak a mile wide. Don’t let this naive appearance and lack of experience fool you. Heather may seem more wicked to you now, but I assure you in time you will regret the day you agreed to give yourself to me. If I do grant you the honor of remaining in my presence, you will pay dearly, as I will use you to satisfy my every whim, sadistic and otherwise. If I do start something, I see it through to the end. You will not be given a choice to back out until I am through with you. Think it over carefully before you decide.” Amy returned to the beanbag chair and I rolled over and lie at her feet. Her feet were spread slightly apart, and with her short dress, I could see her pink cotton panties. The angelic look on her face was irresistible. I could see now that perhaps she was not quite as innocent as she first appeared. What did she mean by saying I would not be allowed to back out? I knew there was only one way I could decide. Perhaps she knew that I would be hopelessly unable to resist her virginal, naive charm. Was her pure innocence a magnet to ensnare me in her web? She flexed her feet and the muscles in her calf were captivating. “Time to decide,” she said, cocking her head slightly in a way that stirred my loins. Her fresh face so luscious. Her slight smile so alluring. Her hair falling just so across her face. There was no way I could willingly leave her. No matter what was in store for me if I stayed, I would rather die than leave her. I would give up my life and existence for her. My desire for her completely beyond the realm of reality. Amy extended her foot toward me, holding it inches above my head. “Kiss it and seal your fate or get up and leave,” she said. I immediately began kissing Amy’s shoe as she laughed at my wanton lust. I reached out to grab her foot, but before I could reach it, Amy kicked me square in the Adam’s apple. I was momentarily unable to breathe. The kick was paralyzing. “Never touch me without permission,” she screamed. “You have much to learn, but you will be punished for every transgression of my rules whether you know them or not. Drape yourself over that chair!” “I could have killed you with that kick if I broke your wind pipe. Now move it or suffer further consequences.” Still unable to breathe, I struggled to the chair as Amy ordered. It seemed so natural to follow her command. After the fact, I marveled at how the thought of disobeying hadn’t even entered my mind. Was I loosing my free will? Lying over the chair, I saw Amy take the belt from my pants and disappear behind me. A few moments of suspense passed when I felt the crack of the whip on my ass. I was taken aback at the force of the blow and gasped from the pain. Three more blows came in quick succession, biting into my tender flesh. I groaned in agony. “It will only get worse if you continue to cry out. The only sound I want to hear is how thankful you are that I am willing to waste my time whipping you ass,” Amy said, as I began to realize the extent of her wicked streak. I was flabbergasted at the polar opposites in her behavior. What had I gotten myself into? “Thank you Miss Amy,” I said. Crack, crack crack! “Thank you Miss Amy.” CRACK, CRACK CRACK! “Thank you Miss Amy.” The beating continued. After some time, I lost track of how many blows I had taken. I was amazed at the strength of this little girl. I was unsure that I could take any more, yet although I was not bound, I was unable to move and put an end to this viscous abuse. CRACK!!, CRACK!!! CRACK!!!!! “Thank.....you.......Miss.......Amy,” I gasped out in between each breath as I was panting from the exhaustion caused by the beating. Amy walked in front of me and I could see the sweat covering her from the physical exertion of the whipping. “Have you had enough?” she asked. “Oh yes, Miss Amy,” I said excitedly, for I was sure that I could take no more. Amy walked behind me and renewed the whipping with even more vigor than I thought possible. I felt sure I would pass out. “Wrong answer,” she scolded. “You don’t ever decide anything again. If you don’t learn more quickly than this, we are in for a long day.” The beating continued and I became dazed and disoriented from the unbelievable pain. I was on the edge of unconsciousness, and barely felt the ensuing blows. I was not aware of when they stopped. I awoke to the sounds of Heather and Amy discussing things. I felt as if the skin on my butt had been removed. It felt worse than a burn wound. “You beat him that hard without restraints and he didn’t fight back?” Heather asked incredulously. “He won’t need restraints. I have taken his free will. He is incapable of acting without my permission. He is still aware of his individual self, but that side of him has no control over his actions,” Amy explained as I listened in shocked horror. Was this true? “Amy, you never cease to amaze me,” Heather said. “I felt sure I was the Queen Bitch of this campus, but you are light-years ahead of where I want to be. And you’ve never been with a man before. How do you do it? You lack any experience.” “Just because I have never had the opportunity to live out my dominant sadistic fantasies given the conservative Japanese upbringing I have had, doesn’t mean I haven’t prepared for this day. I’ve studied the art of controlling people and their minds. I’ve always gotten exactly what I’ve wanted with my innocent sweet charm. Men can’t resist it. I’ve perfected the helpless virgin act that men desire so much. They absolutely loose control of themselves because its what they desire more than anything. That innocence doesn’t exist anymore unless you or I create it for them. And when they stumble upon it, they loose themselves to it. That’s how you get the boys, and men, to lust after you. You just haven’t taken the time to figure it all out,” Amy went on explaining as I lay there wondering how much was actually true. “Let me show you the type of control you are capable of,” Amy said, getting up and walking over to me. She touched my ass gently and I moaned in agony, it was so raw and tender. “I’m going to let the individual in him speak freely. I’m going to beat him again,” Amy said calmly as my heart jumped into my throat in fear of what she was to do. “It will cause him pain beyond his wildest imagination. I assure you it is the last thing he wants, or the second to last, if you count the part of him I control. You should also realize that the individual in him will gradually disappear, and he will only exist if I let him. Should I tire of him and want a new challenge, and set him out on the street, he would lack all desire to live and would soon die.” This couldn’t be true. I resolved to get myself out of this mess here and now. This was not what I figured this all to be. Amy stepped in front of me and held the belt inches in front of my face. “I will give him permission to speak freely so we can hear the individual,” she said, as I thought your damn right you will hear me, “otherwise you would only hear the part under my control. You may speak freely you worthless piece of flesh. I intend to whip you ten times harder than before, causing you agony unimaginable. Do you wish to submit to it, or would you like to leave and save yourself?” “I would like to get the hell out of here,” I said, but wondered why I couldn’t move. I was frozen as the girls watched for my reaction. “Very well,” Amy said, after a delay, “you may go.” I got up and went for my pants. I had a difficult time moving the pain was so great. I was going to get out of there. “Looks like he has some sense after all,” Heather remarked. “Like I said, he still has some individual sense in him, he just has no ultimate control unless I decide to allow him.” Amy responded. “As I explained to him when he gave himself to me just a short time ago, I would not let him back out until I was through with him, and I don’t think I’m through with him yet. Not by a long shot. I must first strip him of all that he is.” Fat chance I thought to myself, as I was about to head out the door. “Take your pants off and assume the position for your whipping,” Amy ordered. To my sheer surprise, I froze at the door, unable to move. “It seems that his individual will is still fairly strong. He is trying to disobey my order and extricate himself from his hastily made decision to give himself to me. He will pay severely for his individual decision to disobey,” Amy remarked. “Lie down with your feet on the chair and do it now or I will cripple you!” Unable to walk out the door and far to afraid to see if this wicked virgin would carry out this threat, I did as she demanded. Amy threw the belt at me and looked to be real irritated. She went to the closet and returned with a riding crop. “To this day, I’ve only used this on animals,” she said swishing it through the air. “Kiss it,” Amy said, presenting the crop to my lips. I kissed it and shuddered in fear. Amy lightly smacked the soles of my feet with the crop, but it stung real good. I felt panic but was powerless before this sweet young girl. Despite what she was about to do to me or perhaps because of it, my cock was sticking straight out in the air, saluting Amy’s magnificent pure and innocent beauty. Once again I felt a yearning and burning desire for her that was at the heart of the loss of my free will. At that moment I completely surrendered to her. I understood that the thought of leaving her was now unfathomable. I belonged to this sweet girl, who would always be sweet and innocent in my mind no matter what she put me through. “Beg me to hurt you more than you’ve ever been hurt before,” Amy said speaking to the individual in me, knowing that each time she did so, she killed it just a little more. How long did I have before I ceased to exist as I knew it? I didn’t care anymore, I wanted to serve at her feet more than life itself. If I only had this moment it would all be worth it. I truly felt myself the luckiest man alive. Amy put her shoe to my lips, and I closed my eyes, moaning in ecstatic joy for the privilege of supplicating at her feet. I made love to her shoe with more passion than any woman I’d ever been with. In between each tender loving kiss I pleaded for Amy to punish me for considering the unthinkable and leaving her. I vowed to prove that what was left of the individual in me was in unison with that which controlled me. I was excited beyond my wildest dreams, and my cock was about to explode despite the fact that it stood freely in the air. Seconds before so, as I was reeling in a state of nirvana, Amy commenced smacking my penis with the crop. I exploded in as intense an orgasm I’ve ever had while suffering the most brutal pain imaginable. Through it all I continued making love to the sole of Amy’s lovely shoe. Amy moved around an began cropping the soles of my feet. The first blow was so viscous and excruciatingly painful, that it knocked the air from my lungs. I made a valiant effort to thank Amy for the caning, but all I could do was mouth the words. The pain went beyond what I thought humanly possible. Had it not been for the sight of the lovely creature administering the blows, I surely would have died. I passed out a short time later as Amy went on. I was unaware, but luckily Heather was there to ask for my mercy and Amy agreed to cease. If not, I may have been crippled permanently, although I may surely have deserved it. “Heather, I think we will need some smelling salts to revive him,” Amy said. “You’ve been on your feet since 5 AM running around that diner and jumping around at cheerleading practice. Why don’t you see if your feet can revive him?” Heather moved the beanbag around so she could sit at my head. She took the leather keds off and flexed her tired toes. “Wheww,” said Amy, “They stink to high heaven. I can smell them from here.” Amy got up to open the window. Heather cupped her feet in the pretty white kneesocks, and placed them over my nose. I had no choice in my unconscious state but to breathe in the wreaking stench. As I was approaching a semiconscious state, the girls giggled as my cock involuntarily hardened from the aroma which acted as an aphrodisiac. As I awoke, I barely felt the pain as the scent of pure ambrosia hit my senses. “You have Heather to thank for the fact that you may be able to walk again,” Amy stated, “Be sure to thank her properly.” Heather was tracing little circles with her pointed toes around my face, and I tried to speak to thank her in the state of utter bliss I was under, but all I was able to do was babble something unintelligible. The girls laughed at my shameful performance. The fragrance of Heather’s rank feet had me in the most sublime state. I was totally unaware of the intense pain in my butt and feet. Pre-cum was pouring out of my cock as she rubbed her wonderful feet all over my head. “Take off my socks, weenie,” Heather said with a wry smile. Like a young kid opening the most sought after Christmas present, with mouth agape and eyes wide, I tentatively reached up for Heather’s knee. I stopped just before it and said: “Oh thank you ma’am, thank you.” The girls laughed at me, the five-year-old they turned me into. I gingerly slid the sock from her leg, and just before removing it from her pointed toe, I kissed the tip, reveling in my self-abasement at the feet of this truly beautiful woman. I repeated the scene with the other knee sock. Heather brought her pointed toe to my lips, and I felt an electric shock run down to the tip of my penis. Then she pulled her foot away and posed them in the air over my head. Heather’s legs defined perfection. No words could describe their beauty. I could still smell their wondrous odor. She laughed at the pained look on my face as I yearned for her to honor me with the privilege on kissing her stinky toes. Tears came to my eyes at the thought that this beautiful sight was all there was going to be. “Clean them,” Heather said coyly and lowering her feet to my lips. I was overwhelmed with joy and attempted to thank her, but I was too choked up. I conveyed how I felt as our eyes met and Heather placed her toes on my lips. The saliva flowed in torrents as the succulent taste invaded my mouth. I would have given up all else to remain there for the rest of my life. I slurped at her acrid, salty feet, drinking in the wonderful gift I so luckily received. Heather lightly stroked my cock head and I screamed out in the intensity of the moment, as I spasmed uncontrollably in orgasm. As I hungrily lapped at her right foot, Heather collected the cum with her left foot and presented it to me which I greedily devoured. Gone was the revoltion I felt earlier when presented this task.. I lay there making love to Heather’s foot as the girls ignored me and went about discussing the things young college girls do. I had found true happiness.