I juat stared at Lauren’s beautiful feet, the pretty flowered loop tethering me to them, as I heard her address me.
“Chris.”
I knelt and waited, reminding myself not to speak.
“You’re going to kiss my feet. You are going to kiss them methodically, every part of them, the tops and the bottoms. Through the entire dinner, your task is to layer my feet completely with kisses of devotion.”
I took a deep breath. I’d been waiting so long to kiss Lauren’s feet again, and I was excited.
“These kisses will be very long, and they’ll be tender and passionate. After each one, just move your lips down, in a row. Overlap them.”
My mouth felt suddenly dry.
“Think of each kiss as a rose petal, slave. Each time you kiss my foot, you’re placing a rose petal tenderly on that spot. Cover my entire foot with overlapping petals. Then do it again, then again. Then when I put the loop on the other foot, you kiss that one. Do it now, slave.”
I bent way down, toward the grass, the flex in the firmer part of my leash becoming apparent. Softly, I let my lips touch the bare flesh high on Lauren’s foot, just below her ankle, on the left side. My eyes brushed the flowers in the leash loop around Lauren’s ankle. Oh my god it felt wonderful, my lips softly locked to Lauren’s foot and I gasped into my closed mouth at this feeling, this beautiful feeling of complete surrender.
I pressed my lips to the same spot for five seconds, ten, maybe fifteen. Finally I lifted them, just barely, letting them hover millimeters over that flesh, then descended slightly on Lauren’s foot, half a kiss width, pressing my lips again to her foot, my upper lip where my lower had been, my lower lip just below it. My stomach was in knots.
Maybe five seconds, maybe five more and another five and a few more to be sure, then I descended a half kiss width again, layering those rose petals, very slowly covering Lauren’s beautiful foot. I kissed, I descended. I kissed, my lips descended, ever so slightly kissing every possible part of her foot.
The only other time I’d done this I’d been far too humiliated and nervous and overwhelmed to really enjoy it, especially at first. That day in Lauren’s dorm room had been life changing, and I was too lost in the embarrasment of it all. It was still embarrasing though. Unlike the last time, there was a crowd here to watch.
Still, something was very different. I’d longed for this for so long. The last time, it had been an ordeal, a way to prove to Lauren that I’d do anything she ordered, even something as disgusting as kissing her feet. Now, it had become a reward, something I ached to do, the ultimate pleasure in being owned by Lauren. The collar around my neck grew just a bit irritating, a gentle reminder to me that the other end of that thing was slipped gracefully around Lauren’s ankle. I felt completely owned. I felt like I belonged.
My dick was suddenly, strongly erect. Oh god. This was amazing, the closest thing for me to sex, at least for now. Lost in a haze of desire for nothing more than this, I kissed, and kissed, and kissed, devoting myself to Lauren, worshipping her.
As Lauren ate, various women walked over to congratulate her, to stare at me, and to chat. A pair of dress shoes and bare legs would appear just beside my kneeeling body, occasionally the hem of a dress brushing my side or my ass, and Lauren would stand to hug whichever woman had stopped by, they’d chat, and another would come over.
Gradually, I reached Lauren’s cute little toe, and finished kissing the front of it before moving my lips back to the top of her foot and over to the right slightly, kissing a new column down the length of it, slowly, overlapping kiss by overlapping kiss.
“Ohmygod congratulations!!! You must be so excited!”
I recognized Jamie’s voice.
“Lauren! Welcome to the society!”
I also recognized Avery’s voice. Most voices, however, I couldn’t place. Eventually, a woman came by with a voice I couldn’t quite place at first.
“Hey girl! I’m so happy for you. It’s awesome that you made it!”
Suddenly, it clicked. The woman from the barn. The one who had bound my wrists in that contraption and hoisted me into the air before…
“I have to admit, Lauren, I wondered about you at first, if you had enough control over your slave for them to accept, especially after he got into so much trouble so fast. I’m so glad you got him under control.”
Kissing softly and devotedly, I steadied myself, forcing mysef not to think about that day. It still hurt me how much trouble my actions had caused for Lauren, and I only wanted to make it up to her, to show everyone what a good slave owner she was. I kissed more intensely.
They ate and socialized. I kissed and kissed. Eventually, the entire top side of Lauren’s foot had been thoroughly kissed, and she flipped it up, propping it on her other foot. I bent way down to kiss the underside, layering overlapping kisses one after the other, the bottoms of her toes, the ridge beneath them, her arch, her heel. I tried to ignore the little flecks of cut grass clinging to her bare sole, even when they clung to my lips.
Eventually, the other slaves cleared plates and served dessert. It was now dark out, the party illuminated entirely by the strings of lights. The jazz band played and Lauren joked and laughed with the other women at the table as I finished the underside of her foot, starting again on the topside, on the left, just below her ankle. I didn’t get very far before Lauren reached down and slipped the loop off her foot. Carefully, right in front of my face, she poked the toes of her left foot, on my right, through the loop, and pulled it up and over her foot, just past her ankle.
I started again, imagining the rose petals, layering them carefully, covering Lauren’s foot in loving kisses. I became lost in her foot, losing track of time, barely aware of the din of conversation when I realized someone was speaking from the platform in the center of all this.
A woman’s voice. Something about Lilac. Something about wonderful that everyone could something. It was hard to hear from down near the ground, but I had a feeling that I wasn’t the intended audience. Something about celebration of slavery and something. A line about the beauty created when something something accepts their place that nature has chosen for them. She lifted her voice.
“The burden of superiority is a burden we must accept.”
In her normal voice again, something about welcoming twelve new partners, something about letting the ceremony begin.
At a table across the tent, I heard some rustling. The guards were moving, someone was getting up, and something was happening around the platform. I heard some quiet voices speaking for several minutes. Lauren seemed intensely more excited. Both her feet lifted to their tiptoes, and I adjusted, trying to make sure I continued kissing the correct spot.
A few minutes later, I heard a distinct buzzing. It lasted several minutes, then several minutes more. Then it stopped, but there was a little more talking. Finally, applause. Everyone stood and clapped, including Lauren. I kept kissing her foot as she stood, then lifted to hey tiptoes and screamed out a WHOOOH!