The House Is A Home
Published on Monday, October 13, 2014

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He sits on the back steps of his vary large three stories home. There are two kitchens, seven bedrooms, four bathrooms, two half baths for starters. There is a full sound proof basement equipped with a dance floor. There are lights, mirror balls, a full bar, DJ set up, seventy inch screen too. But there is no wife. There are no children or grandchildren.

This house was once owned by the late, Mrs. Fran Demouse. Mrs. "D" is what most knew her by. She bought the house forty years ago. Some said she paid cash money. From the looks of the house, the well-kept lawns, the vehicles which come and go, she most likely did. No one knew how she came into money. There never was a Mr. Demouse to be seen. Yet, Mrs. D was quite well accepted in these parts. And so was her driver, Sam.

Once or twice a month many cars would pass the front gates of the property. They usually start showing about nine pm. Most of them drove up to the front door, stopped and let people out, then returned and exited through the same gates. A select few cars did, however remain on the property but were not seen during their stay. There was some sort of party going on somewhere inside that house.

Mrs. D was in the basement entertaining her "guests". The affair was one of her BDSM free for all events. Costumes were optional, as were clothes. Some wore leather cuffs and a smile. Mrs. D was in a black leather skin tight cat suit. She had open toed spiked 6 inch heels. She snapped her fingers and two naked slaves fell to her feet. The slaves were a boy and a girl both 19. Each one began planting loving kisses on her toes. Mrs. D looked around the room, smiled then snapped her fingers again. The slaves stopped and stood behind her seat, heads bowed.

In the dance floor area were three areas circled off. Much like a circus, these three rings were for performances. Chairs surrounded each circle. Cameras hung over head to instantly display a three screen image on the CCTV system Mrs. D had. In one ring, a woman and a man were naked on a bed kissing and feeling each other. A third man was kneeling at the end of the bed. He was kissing the feet of both the man and woman. He was naked and had a full erection. His mouth paid equal time to both pairs of feet. The couple changed positions as the man was mounting her from behind. They were near the end of the bed on their knees with their feet hanging over. The third man now had full access to not only lick their soles, but suck their toes at will. He seemed to be enjoying himself as much as they were.

As this scene played out, the words that came on under it on the screen said, "That is the husband of the wife who is now getting fucked by her boyfriend. The husband’s name is cuckold."

The center ring had two young women enjoying a slave worship their feet. As he licked between toes, they talked to each other about how they got their feet so smelly just for the party. One said she had worked her grocery store job all week wearing the same socks. That always seemed to steam up a slave’s nostrils. They laughed as the slave was dragging a stench drenched sole over his face, sniffing deeply. The other girl said, she works for the county. She’s one of the gals who hold the ‘SLOW’ sign for line repairmen. Sometimes she stands in her old brown dirty work boots twelve hours a day. In the sun, her poor feet soak her socks and swim in sweat. Today it was real hot outside. I worked eleven hours standing in the sun, and guess what? I didn’t even shower before I came here tonight. The slave was licking toe jam from between toes. He loved that they seemed to ignore his presence. The fact that they just presented him their dirty, sweaty feet as if they were dropping off dirty clothes thrilled him. He knows his position in life. He long ago realized that only at the sweaty feet of a woman would he find contentment. His knack for nibbling brought gasps and smiles from the women. The sight of his face under their feet excited them. He loved the feel of their feet sliding over his face. He kept his tongue extended as they would drag a sole over his lips. His nose flared when between their toes.

Mrs. D always kept the video cameras on. In her main bedroom/office, she had a view of every inch of this property, inside and out. Outward appearance would dictate they were for security purposes. Mrs. D had them placed throughout the place for another reason. She’s long been fascinated watching the performances of others, with or without their knowledge of being filmed. The scenes she’s witnessed over the years could fill a book. Sex in almost all of its variations has been viewed by her. On several occasions she watched alone. Mrs. D was known for her passion for sex toys. She kept a vast selection in her bedroom. They all weren’t hidden away. A casual visitor might quite often spot a toy lying around. On these awkward occasions it was strictly up to Mrs. D how things turned out.

Very few people have ever actually entered Mrs. D’s bedroom. If she felt the urge to play, there were plenty of other rooms for that. The office part of it was mainly for visits from her accountant, lawyer, DR, or some other such person. The maid came as needed. Each time she did, company or not, the maid would kneel at Mrs. D’s feet. She gently lifted one ankle at a time and kissed her feet. Coming or leaving anytime the maid entered she performed the same task.

So it was agreed. Two weeks later Annie flew away and Sam moved into the big house with Mrs. D and became her personal driver. That was nearly forty years ago. Those years changed them both. They taught each other, explored each other, enjoyed each other and ignored each other many times over those years. Sam lived in the house. He had his own room and received special treatment. No place was off limits to him, including Mrs. D’s bedroom.

Young Sam wasn’t exactly a ladies man. He did ok with the fancy car and the money to spend he got from his mom. It didn’t take long for the girls his age to go through that though. Once they did, the girls split. Sam mostly kept to himself. His sex life was masturbation to internet porn. The sites he visited were foot fetish sites mostly. He has a foot fetish since forever. He would sneak sniffs of his baby sitter’s feet if they fell asleep when watching him. He would sneak his mom’s work out socks from the dirty clothes hamper. Sam loved sniffing the sweaty socks while masturbating. One day he skipped school. Alone in his bedroom he pulls out a soiled pair of her socks from under his pillow. Being naked, he began to stroke himself while sniffing the sock. Being lost in lust, he hadn’t heard the front door open and close. The person who came in was the weekly house cleaning woman. She was 20 and cleaning houses was her only source of income. The young woman was going to begin in the bedrooms. She thought the house was empty. She swung open the door to Sam’s bedroom and with a start, dropped her cleaning supplies. Sam was rapidly stroking his enormous cock. His sniffs and snorts, groans and moans were quite audible. The cleaning girl froze as Sam spurted a long hot stream of cum which landed on his belly and chest. He looked up and that’s when her found he wasn’t alone.

"Who the Hell are you?" Sam shouted.

"I, I am Kelly the house cleaner. I’m sorry; I thought no one was home." She was still staring at his now dripping head.

Sam was quick to find a way to help the situation, and his self.

"Do you want to keep your job girl?"

"Yes Sir, please Sir I do so need this job. I won’t tell anyone Sir."

"Get over here and sit next to me on the bed." The girl does and Sam pushes her down on her back. He pulled her legs up and removed her sneakers. Then he yanked off the girls socks and planted her feet on his face.

"Rub your feet on my face. I want to sniff them, lick them and then jack off again. If you don’t I’ll tell my mom I caught you stealing and have you arrested for theft."

The frightened girl dragged her young sweaty soles over his face. First she did it from fear then later from an amazing feeling of warmth. This arrangement kept up every week over the last two years. It was as close to a girlfriend or a live foot friend as Sam ever had.

Since moving in with Mrs. D, Sam had been taught the proper way to treat the feet of a Lady. Since the first time Mrs. D actually caught Sam with his face mashed into the shoe of the maid he was hers. She walked right up to him, snatched the shoe away and demanded he follow her on his knees, to her bedroom. Once there she sat in a comfy recliner and had Sam get down on his knees. He knew he was busted and had no choice. He felt ashamed and a tad excited at the same time.

Crossing her legs, Mrs. D swung her foot slowly back and forth near Sam’s face. She stared right through him as the foot drew ever closer. Sam began to sweat. He’d seen glances of her feet before. He’d never even thought about approaching her about it though. Many are the time he’d jacked off dreaming about Mrs. D’s feet. They were small, size five with a high arch and perfect stair stepped toes. These feet are meticulously maintained. Twice weekly they are pedicured. Daily they are oiled and pampered. He’d seen it being done on the big screen by various slaves. He wished he was one of them.

With feather like strokes she slid her big toe down the side of his face. Sam leaned his face towards her foot. His breathing became labored. She used her other foot to trace that side of his face. Being cupped in her foot glove, Sam puckered up his lips and kissed her soles. She smiled softly down at him. At that moment they both knew that a spark of excitement was igniting a soon to be fire of passion, trust and respect between these two. Soon she had Sam licking her feet, sucking her toes and kissing her legs while being completely naked. At one point the maid came in. Without missing a beat she knelt in order to perform her normal ritual at Mrs. D’s feet, in spite of Sam’s presence.

For the first time Mrs. D spoke directly to the maid saying, "Dismissed."