I was walking along a barren road one rainy night, tired from a long day of work at the coal mine. I needed some rest. On my walk, I had passed some bushes on my left and a clearing. Lo and behold, behind the clearing, off in the distance, about 3 or 400 feet...there was this humongous castle surrounded by a tall steel gate. I was amazed. I had never seen this before. It was strange! From what I could see, the whole castle resembled that of the 1700’s, and was made of stone. There was a gigantic etching above the door of the castle. It was of a woman in a uniform, cape, and boots, and she had a poor, limp man on all fours at her feet, nibbling at her leather heels. I had never seen anything like this in my life. I was anxious to get home, but I still wanted to see the castle. I began to walk down the long road to the front gate. I was there 10 minutes later.
The gate had opened automatically for me, and now I was now facing the huge fortress with a brown front door guarded by two female warriors, holding spears, dressed in brown leather from head to toe. I approached and one female thrusted a spear to my throat. "Who are you?" "Just a wanderer," I answered. She continued, "Are you aware that once you trespass on the grounds of Queen Julienne..." I had no idea who Queen Julienne was. "...you are considered a slave to her for all eternity?" I replied in disbelief, "Yes, that’s very nice, but I’ve got to be going home -" Just then, she pulled the head of the spear back and swung the other end to the back of my legs, knocking me to the ground. She put a booted foot on my throat, and I gasped for air. She said, "You now belong to the great Queen Julienne!" She stomped on my face, and... ...the next thing I knew, I was in a large throne room. Everything in my view seemed to be made of gold, the richest kind. Gold pillars, gold walls, gold ceiling. I was lying on my stomach on the floor with two other female warriors standing over me.
Before me was a big golden chair. In the chair sat an extremely beautiful woman with blonde hair and the most attractive face. She was dressed in red leather - leather outfit, leather gloves, and thigh-high black leather boots with 5-inch high heels. She stared down at me with a smile. I almost drooled at the sight of her beauty. Her booted feet rested firmly in front of her, no more than a meter away from me. "Welcome, stranger," she greeted. "H-hello," I answered. "What am I doing here?" I felt a little blood coming from my cheek. "You've been charged for trespassing. The penalty is the eternal worship of me and all of my female warriors." she explained. I asked, "How many other males do you have serving you?" "Hundreds. They all live with a chosen female to serve, 24 hours a day. You will be assigned one soon." she said. I said, "Well, this is a very wonderful dream, but I need to get home. I -" Before I could finish, she threw a foot in front of my face so my lips had no room to move. My face was upon her boot leather. "Speak no more. You must now be initiated into my realm." "Wht dww I dww?" I tried to say.
The sound vibrations from the vowels couldn’t flow past the boot that was pushing against my face as I lay on my stomach at the Queen’s feet. My chin was resting on the top of her foot as my face rested on the front of her ankle. She said, "You must lick my boots. Both of them. Soak them. One long tongue stroke will be fine, dear. Anywhere below the ankle, but not above. Now lick." "Bt, ummmmm -" "Lick, or die!" she demanded. She pushed the foot hard upon my face. It looked like there was no way out. She owned me now. She and her female servants were to dominate me for the rest of my life, like hundreds of other unfortunate men being kept here. "Quit talking to yourself and lick the leather!" she demanded. I answered, "Ys, mm..." I could barely talk since her luscious boot was pushing against my face. She pulled the boot back an inch so I could slide my tongue out. I did, and began to glide it roughly up the surface of the boot ankle. I brought the tongue back in, back out, and licked again, this time from the toe to a little further up the ankle.
The black leather appeared shinier than before. "I’m very impressed, not to mention flattered," she said. "that you love me in such a way, you worship me so much, when I’ve only known you for 2 and a half minutes. Now you will do me another 'foot favor'." She then pointed her toe up, with only the high heel resting on the floor. The sole was up to my face. "You will lick the sole now." she demanded. With no hesitation, I brought my tongue back out again and licked the dirty sole of her black high-heeled boot. It wasn’t really that bad, I thought. It wasn’t really dirty. "Good, my dear slave." she said. "Now let me tell you what you are here at Queen Julienne’s castle for." She paused. I was in suspense. She started again. "From here on out, you will treat me and my ladies the best we’ve ever been treated. You will be our slave every single day, and you will like it. You are never allowed to leave the castle unless you are told to do so. You will be assigned a roommate - a female roommate, that is - to be your own, personal queen to worship and cherish. She will be with you every day to watch over you and make sure you never leave." She paused again to reposition her feet. Her boots made the sweetest rubbery sound when they moved. "Every day, you will worship your private female roommate and me, Queen Julienne, whenever we ask.
You will massage our feet whenever we ask, you will kiss our feet whenever we tell you to, lick our feet, booted or not booted, suck our boots whenever we tell you to. You and every other male prisoner here are our foot slaves. You will be trampled on or stepped on occassionally, and we will consider our feet our personal weapons - or, if you’d like, our personal objects of obsession or arousal." Then she asked, "Do you agree with these terms or not, my slave? If not, you will be killed." I was beginning to wish this was all a dream. A bad dream. I asked, "I didn’t mean to trespass, uh, my Queen, I was just curious. Every day, when I go to work, that "field" in front of your castle is empty, but tonight, I saw a castle behind it. I swear to God it’s never been there before! Please! Just let me out!" "I asked you -" She booted me in the face, saying, "...a question!" The two female servants, still standing over me to make sure I don’t get up, smiled down at me. "I guess you do agree to my terms. Very well, then. We have another eternal foot slave in our midst. Your personal female roommate will be Sylvia." "Sylvia!" she called, glancing over to a small doorway on her left. The door opened, and a beautiful brunette wearing lots of brown leather walked out slowly and seductively. The flat-soled boots she was wearing looked like chocolate that had been laid out in a sheet and firmly wrapped around her precious foot. I couldn’t help to adore her. When she walked, the boots appeared to "grab" the ground.
They were the "Xena Warrior Princess"-type boots. In fact, she was dressed like Xena. She looked like a warrior. Weapons and all. Before I knew it, I was hooked. I didn’t want to leave this place. Or, did I? Queen Julienne commanded me, "Now you may get up." I stood up, my knees a little rubbery. "Now you may go to Sylvia, and bow to her. Get on all fours, and kiss her beautiful boots...5 times each. Show her you will love her. Because you will." I slowly walked over to Sylvia, a little nervous. She stood there with an alluring stare, and one leg was out in front of her with the boot leather just glistening with a faint shine. I fell to her feet immediately. I began to press my lips against the boot on her left foot, and placed a kiss. I did this over and over, slowly, so the Queen could count them, and so I could absorb the leather in my lips and let the boot flavor settle on them. Eight more kisses, three on the left foot and five more on the right, and rose to one knee, licking my lips. Sylvia said, "You like that?" She had a sweet little voice. "Yes, I do." I took her hand and I kissed it passionately. Queen Julienne admired all of this. I wasn’t sure what I was getting myself into, but I think I liked it. The Queen summoned her two other servants to leave the throne room as another beautiful female rushed in with a piece of paper. She stammered, "Uh, my Queen, my Queen!" she immediately fell to one knee beside the Queen and put her lips to the Queen's hand. Julienne was furious. "How dare you storm in here and not greet me correctly! Down to my feet, you slut!" "Oh, sorry, my Queen, I forgot!"
The female with the paper immediately knelt for Queen Julienne and kissed the black high-heeled boots that rested out comfortably in front of her. "Delicious..." the servant said. Queen Julienne told her to rise. "Now, what do you have for me?" She grabbed the piece of paper. "Hmmmmm...it seems that another foot slave has killed himself. He wouldn’t eat his dinner - his boot sole dinner. The poor dear just sliced his own throat with the dinner knife." She stared directly back at me, as I was still on one knee, holding Sylvia’s hand. I looked at the Queen in fright. She said, "Oh, well. Now you know of all the things you must do for us, my dear." She belted out an evil laugh as the female messenger bowed her head in sadness and Sylvia’s smile toward me became an evil one. I began to sulk...I was not happy. The Queen commanded Sylvia to show me to the room I was to share with her - Sylvia, that is. Sylvia grabbed my arm and brought me to my feet, then putting a black leather collar on my neck. But I was still to remain clothed. "Good to meet you, my love," the Queen said. "Dinner will be in an hour." Sylvia took the leash of the collar and pulled me down the hall past the left of the throne. The Queen stared at me with mesmerizing eyes as I walked away with my roommate, while her messenger was busy nibbling at her boots, admiring the power of the black leather. Suddenly, Sylvia stopped as we reached our room. The sign on the door said, "ROOM 15 - SYLVIA". She opened the door and shoved me in.
This was more like a room...it was a suite! I sat there in the doorway of the suite and stared a couple moments. Extravagant bedroom, spotless living room with silk loveseats. It’s like something a movie star would own. And to think that EVERY room in the castle was like this! No wonder Julienne’s castle was so big. Sylvia went over to the silk couch and sat down with her feet propped up across it. Her size 10 boots shined nicely in the light. "So," she said. "How do you wish to serve me as an initiation?" I was still nervous. I was here for only a little over 10 minutes, and I wanted to leave desperately. But I knew I couldn’t. "I don’t know...what do you want me to do?" "Well..." she stood up and walked to the kitchen. "I’m rather thirsty." She opened up a bottle of champagne and poured a glass for both of us. She walked toward me and handed me the plastic glass filled with Orange Heaven #3. I reached for it and she suddenly dropped it, watching the champagne spill all over her boots and soak into the carpet. The glass had just laid there at her precious boots. "Oopsy me!" she said with a smile. "I spilled the champagne ALL OVER my boots!" I grew a little angry, but I can tell my anger wouldn’t get me anywhere. I think I know what she wanted me to do. She was still holding her share of the champagne in her other hand. Sylvia asked politely while glancing down at her boots, "Would you clean this up for me, dear?" "Uh, sure. Where are the towels?" I answered. She snickered sweetly, "No, no, no. No towels.
You can clean it up by yourself. And while you’re at it, let’s make it harder, shall we?" She tilted the other glass and poured her share of the champagne all over the surface of her boots. "Doesn’t it look delicious?" She smiled a bit, and then quickly pulled violently on my collar. "Get down and clean it up!" I immediately fell to her feet once again as if an earthquake had knocked me down. I was at her boots, as they were covered with champagne. One foot was moved out in front of my face as she grew impatient. "Clean it! I don’t want these boots to get ruined. This is expensive leather." she commanded. "Yes, ma’am." I had to obey her. There was no choice. I started to clean the leather and lick the champagne off her boots. My tongue moved in long, passionate strokes across her delicate toe, sides, and she repositioned her foot so I could clean the heel, too. She started to talk. "You men do not realize the power of the woman. We are so far superior over you, we are to be worshipped. Worshipped in the biggest ways, and you don’t realize that’s what God put us here for. You are in the house of the Woman, and you are my slave. You are to be at my feet and serve me - and them - when I tell you to. You will see my power." I was listening intently, still licking. The taste of the champagne nearly was immensely bitter. She said, "There is no escape from us. Women are the high power on Earth. We are to be treated like angels. Our feet are to be kissed in worship every day, so we know how important we are.
They are to be kissed by you, my slave. You -" I interrupted her, saying, "I think I’m in love with you." She stopped a moment and pulled her foot back an inch. "What?" "I said, I’m in love with you. Your beauty, your voice, your presence. It all entrances me." I said. She smiled a little and stepped on my head lightly, pushing it down into the floor. I was face down in the champagne-soaked carpeting. I could feel her rubber sole pushing down on the back of my head. The leash attached to my collar was lying beside me. Sylvia replied, "Dear, I will learn to hate you before I learn to love you. You are my slave, not my lover. However, you may still kiss my boot if you’d like. You know, just to show me your love for me." She lifted the foot off my head and slid it under my face. I kissed her ankle leather lightly. "Thank you SO much," she said. "This champagne incident was so exciting and SO sexy, don’t you think?" I sighed heavily and rested my head on her boot.
That’s all I could rest it on. She was standing right in front of my head. I was still on my stomach before her. "You know..." she started to say. She stepped onto my upper back. "I admit I do adore obedient men like you." she started to do a light march on my back, massaging my back with her rubber soles, and it felt great. "Not in that way, though, dear. I don’t love you at all. I’m not attracted to you. You’re just a slave, like I said. Not my lover." She continued the light trampling on my back. My head was resting sideways on the floor, and I enjoyed this so far. Well, everything but lying in the carpet soaked with the champagne. It was sort of soggy. I could feel that her boot soles were wet with champagne, too. I thought of it as physical therapy. "Do you like it?" she asked. I answered, "I - I love it. Too much." "Ooooooh, that’s good." she said with a smile as she continued stepping on my back. I said, "I need to get up - now. Please, ma’am. I need to get up." "Are you sure you won’t try anything?" she asked. I said, "Yes, ma’am. I won’t try a thing." She stepped off and helped me up. The experience was so much for me. I stared at the beautiful Sylvia for a minute, wanting to kiss her so badly. She stared at me, but not in the same way. I knew she loved me deep inside, though. She’d take any man she could get her hands on, or, I mean, get her feet on. "I find you so beautiful," I complimented her. "It’s a person like you who I’m glad to be stuck with. I wish I could be more than your slave. I want you so much, yet, I don’t know you. I - I am single, and the minute I saw you, I was so - I just...I couldn’t control myself. You are wonderful." Sylvia looked to the floor, blushing. "You know, I..."
There was a pause. We just stood there still, face to face. I was looking at her, and she was half looking at me and half looking down. I slowly reached forward and touched her arm. She didn’t react. I touched her other arm with my other hand. I stroked her arm up and down. I leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "How easy is it for you to love me?" Then I placed a light kiss on her forehead. She slowly looked back up at me. She asked, "Why did you do that?" "Was it wrong? Like I said, I’m in love with you." I told her. I whispered again, "We could love each other. The Queen doesn’t have to know." Then I got on my knees before her and kissed her hand and she stared down at me blankly. Then I descended back to the wet floor and began kissing her boots in adoration. I was on my stomach at her feet again, nibbling at the leather that was just drying up from the champagne and regaining its original brown shine. I wasn’t paying attention to the look on her face, when she suddenly took the leash and yanked me up off the floor and I choked. I stood weak on my legs, still wet down below. She pulled a knife to my throat. "Don’t try that again. I’m not that type of person." "Try what? What did I do? Was it the -" I asked in confusion. She said, "The talk. The little speech. You’ll NEVER overpower me." She opened the door to the suite and pulled me out by my collar. "Come with me." "Where are we going?" I asked her. She led me back down the hall. In the distance, I saw the first male in the castle. He was being dragged by his shirt across the floor by a woman dressed in a skin-tight black leather catsuit with high-heeled ankle boots. The woman said, "Let’s go, slave! You will worship me deeply!" And I could see the guy struggling and struggling to break free. Sylvia continued to pull me down the hall as I couldn’t help staring at the other female’s catsuit. We were suddenly back in the throne room with the great Queen Julienne. Julienne was sitting comfortably in her throne, eating grapes. Julienne said, "Oh, you brought him back!" Sylvia said to the Queen, "We have a traitor in our midst." She opened my collar and threw me at the feet of the great Queen. "He tried to seduce me." Julienne was astonished. "Oh, really?" I was on my knees before the Queen, trying to catch my breath from all the intensity of the situation. I think I was hyperventilating.
Sylvia stood right next to me. Julienne continued, "Well, it seems you have broken the laws of my dwelling, you slave." "What have I done?" I answered. "Obvious. You tried to get her to love you, when you’re only here to serve her." Julienne grew angry. "You may love her all you want, be SHE WAS TRAINED TO HATE YOU AND OWN YOU! SHE IS YOUR MISTRESS, NOT YOUR WIFE!" She violently threw the grapes to the side. "You will be punished!" I was a little scared. "How?" She said, "Tonight, at 10:00, I will bring all of my servants and slaves into this room. Everyone who lives in the castle. They will all watch me fight you to the death. And I will win. Because anyone who misbehaves is killed!" "No! You witch!" I said. She gave me a big kick to the face, throwing me onto my back. The kick was powerful. She had strong feet. Sylvia then stepped on my throat and the Queen stepped on my chest. I had trouble breathing, and I had 10 pounds of pure leather-booted foot on my neck and chest. I could feel the Queen’s high heel digging into my ribs. Queen Julienne looked angrily at Sylvia and said, "How could you let him treat you like that? You’re supposed to own him, not let him kiss you and hold you like he’s your husband! You are his mistress! You aren’t supposed to take crap from this weakling!" "I know, my Queen, but..." She couldn’t continue. I could feet sweet Sylvia’s leather boot under my chin still. She released, leaving only the Queen’s foot on my chest. I started to catch my breath again.
Sylvia said, "I think I love him." I still had the high-heeled boot on my chest, but I was happy to think that Sylvia did have the heart to show feelings for me, even though she was not allowed to. Julienne was even angrier. "Oh, you...you have betrayed me!" She turned to staring down at me, moving the boot to the top of my face. The toe was on my upper cheek up on the side of my nose as she pushed her high heel deep in my mouth. I struggled to breathe yet again, "Aah - lgh - ah -" I couldn’t see because the Queen’s boot sole was over my eye while I was sucking on the high heel. She said, "Sylvia will bring you in here at 10:00. We will fight to the death! Hundreds will be watching!" She released, and said, "‘Til then! Take him away, Sylvia!" The Queen walked back to her throne as Sylvia gently helped me to my feet. I wasn't feeling well. I had a trace of blood on my chin and cheek. I was tired, weak, and confused. Sylvia and I walked back to room 15. The Queen once again stared at me, saying, "You will die." As a response, I flipped her off. She gave no reaction. She’d just save it until our fight. She’s only a woman. I knew I would win. I’ve taken karate lessons as a kid. Sylvia opened the door to the suite again and led me in.
She was a lot nicer this time. It looked like she was trying to let her inside feelings show, and overpower her strong dominant outside. "Here, sit down," she said, sitting me down on the couch. I was frustrated, I must say. "What the hell’s going on?" Sylvia said, "I have something to tell you. You’re lucky to be paired with someone like me. The Queen doesn’t have many female servants like me - you know, someone who would bend the rules, someone who would come to oppose her. But the things you said to me, they just made me feel -" I interrupted her, saying, "Make it short, will you?" She began to sob. "Okay, okay. The deal is...I’ve never had anyone. I’ve never had anyone to love. I’ve had a crush on several guys in high school, but never had a date for the prom. I’ve never had a boyfriend. And I’ve never been married. I’ve been alone all my life. And I didn’t realize all this was bothering me when you tried to be friends with me. It didn’t show up soon enough. I didn’t want to go through with the lifestyle the Queen tried to force me into. Never in my life have I gotten close to a guy, have I kissed a guy..." "Strange," I said. I felt sorry for the girl. "You’re so pretty." "Thanks," she replied. I said, "So, all that time, when I was at your feet, doing the worshipping act, the champagne act...was that the actual evil side of you?
Or were you just acting?" "Well, that was my evil side. It’s just right now I realize that I’m lonely and I wish...I wish you WOULD love me..." she said. My heart just jumped. "...if it’s not too late." We gazed at each other and leaned forward into a kiss. I said, "It felt good when you were trampling my back." We began to exchange meaningless comments. "I enjoyed having you kiss my boots." "I enjoyed being there to do it." "It was really flattering to know you worshipped me. I like having a guy worship me." "You are to be worshipped, whether you own me or not." "How lovely..." And then we suddenly engaged in another kiss. She then pulled out her knife...and threw it to the floor. We were in true love now, and she was no longer my master. I sort of backed off a little. I said, "Oh, but this is wrong. The Queen wants me dead now." She said to me, "This isn’t wrong." She stroked my face. "You did the right thing. You’ll come out alive." "But she doesn’t have any weakness, like you," I answered. "May I have your feet once again?" She smiled and propped her boots up in my lap. I lifted a foot and began to make out with the rich brown leather.
The smell of the champagne was gone, but there was still dry champagne on my face. I talked to her in little spurts while kissing the leather. "It’s really *kiss* strange *kiss kiss* to see how things have *kiss* progressed tonight." "I know," she said. "You’re the only real man who was able to make me feel the way I do." She paused. "Are you married?" "No. Three years divorced. Kidless, too." I continued to kiss her boots. I sucked her toe leather between my lips, I licked the soft rubber sole of her heel...I was all over her feet. Her Xena boots entranced me. She took her other foot and stroked my chin with her toe, and I kissed that toe. She said, "You look like you need sleep." "Yeah." I laid down on the couch on my back, and she adjusted the silk pillows for me. She whispered in my ear, "Don’t worry about the Queen. Maybe you can loosen her up like you loosened me. You seem to do it..." she kissed my lips. "...so well." I smiled a little, hurting in several places in my body. Three hours later... "Wake up...wake up..." Sylvia said to me. I was so tired. "Oh...jeez..." She helped me into sitting position on the couch. I could hear cheering and shouting from hundreds of voices through the door of this large room. "Oh, no, I’ve got to face her." Sylvia stood up, went to the bathroom, and got a wet rag. She wiped my face clean of the dry blood and champagne. "Don’t worry. Just get rid of her...and set us all free." I looked at her and smiled. I bowed down to her and kissed her ankle lightly. "I love you," I said. She leaned forward and hugged me tight.
She said, "You’re the first guy who’s ever loved me. And what a place to meet me in!" We both sort of laughed and then sighed. "Let’s go." We headed out the door and to the right, down the hall. We could see the throne room up ahead, and there were TONS of people, just standing there, shouting, "Ju-li-enne! Ju-li-enne!" I felt like I was in a Rocky movie, heading for the ring to fight Mr. T.. Sylvia and I walked toward the throne room slowly. I was calm for the first time tonight. My energy was replenished and I looked 80% better than before my nap. I felt like I was in the mood for a good fight. And I’d give it to her. Behind my back, Sylvia slipped me her knife to use against the Queen. Soon, we were in the middle of 500 people. The Queen was sitting on the throne, looking more beautiful than ever. She, as usual, donned her red and black outfit with black high-heeled boots. The shiny ones. "Sylvia, down." She called Sylvia to her feet. "Yes, my Queen," she obeyed. She walked to the Queen, kneeled at her feet and kissed the sweet black leather. She commanded Sylvia, "Now sit, while I defeat another slave in battle." Everyone cheered. I was surrounded by opposing groups. No one here liked me.
Well, of course, the men were on my side because they were slaves as well. They wanted me to win. But they were the only ones who wanted me to win. Every woman in the throne room - except Sylvia - wanted me to lose. I was surrounded by woman wearing pleasing leather uniforms with boots of all colors, sizes, and shines. Their male slaves stood there waiting for me to get rid of Queen Julienne. The Queen stood and grabbed a golden staff from the side of her throne. "Let the battle begin!" The loudest cheer was heard in the room! It was deafening as everyone cheered for Queen Julienne. I had to get my courage and strength to face the lovely-looking woman, yet, enemy. "Are you ready?" she asked. She took several jabs at me with her staff, missing. She swung the staff at me, hitting me in the waist. I buckled and fell to the ground, in pain! I was on my back when he walked up to me and put a boot on my face, like before. She put the high heel deep into my mouth and the toe sole over my eye, this time stepping on my face with the most force I have ever felt put on my face. I was almost swallowing the high heel. I was choking, and trying to get the heel out of my mouth. The Queen said, "You won’t live through this, my slave!" "Aaahglh - hgah -" Just then, I grabbed the bottom of the staff she was holding, and shoved it up, knocking her in the jaw. She stepped off me as was on all fours, choking up blood. The back of my tongue was cut from the heel. Sylvia cheered. All the men cheered for me, but the women booed.
Every man in the castle was their slave, and they’d live for that. But not for long. I struggled to stand up. Queen Julienne said, "I’ve got strong boots, huh? I use them to the fullest." She threw a well-placed kick at my head, but just barely missed. She swung the staff at my hip again. This time I caught the staff in my arm before it hit my hip, and I spun around, punching the Queen in the jaw! She backed off and held her jaw, from which there was a slim stream of blood trickling down. Another cheer from the guys. "You cannot beat me! I am the great Queen Julienne!" she yelled. She charged at me, did a cartwheel, and caught me in the forehead with her boot. I stepped back, a little dazed, and my forehead was cut a little. She then punched me in the stomach, then grabbed my face. "You do not know my power." She forced a booted foot into my stomach and used it to shove me into her throne, next to where Sylvia was sitting. She put the foot on my shoulder, ordering me, "Now, since you still have a chance...lick my boot, slave. This is your chance to give up. Lick the sweet black leather. C’mon, it’s right there. Lick!" I smacked the foot off my shoulder with one sharp blow from my hand. In this movement, her foot dangerously swung past Sylvia’s face, just missing. I got up with a burst of energy and rushed toward the Queen, putting my hands on her throat.
She let herself drop to the floor. She put a foot into my stomach and monkey-tossed me. I flew, and landed flat on my back. She came at me and attempted to stomp on my face with her high-heeled boot, but I got up and she missed. I could hear chants for me AND the Queen coming from the crowd now. I, on one knee, spun around and kicked the Queen in the stomach, sending her back a few inches. I was ready, and she was ready. I did a jumping roundhouse kick, connecting with her face! She fell hard to the stone floor of the throne room, and everyone cheered! There was a mixed reaction from her female servants. Some wanted her to win, but some noticed that they were to be destined free on their own, too. In time, they would rather cheer for me, knowing that they wouldn’t be owned anymore. More of the focus was now turned to my win, not the Queen’s. Sylvia was clapping and cheering ecstatically. The Queen, dazed and struggling to stay on her feet, said, "Oh *spit*, *cough* I don’t believe you! How dare you try to beat me!" In the blink of an eye, she did a double cartwheel, her ankles flying through the air, locking themselves hard around my neck! I was in a REALLY tight scissor hold! She brought me to the floor while her legs were crossed and her silky booted ankles trapped my neck! "How does that feel, huh?"
Julienne asked with a smile of domination. "How does it feel to have the most beautiful woman in the world’s ankles around your neck? How does it feel to have the leather that near your mouth, ready to be kissed at any time, while you beg for your mercy?" She tightened the grip. She bent her boot toes back, and I could feel them pushing into the back of my skull. The Queen reached back across the floor while maintaining the scissor hold, trying to grab hold of her staff. It wasn’t far away. I reached for Sylvia’s knife, which I had concealed under the cuff of my pants. She took the staff and got ready to pound my face in with it. This was her chance. She had my head trapped between her incredibly strong ankles and she could kill me with several blows to the face with her staff. I came out with the knife and started to swing at her leg - the part not covered by the boot. She was wearing thigh-highs, and I wanted to try to go for the skin. I took several swipes, missed, and then again, this time, cutting her deep on the side of her leg! "Aaaaaaaaaaaah!" she screamed in pain. She released the scissor hold. I quickly took the knife and slammed it into her ankle, and she gave an even more defeaning scream! I could hear several bones break as the knife was wedged through the leather of her boot, her skin, and into the bone.
That hadta hurt! She cried and whimpered in pain while the crowd of over 500 cheered loudly. The Queen crawled around slowly, desperately trying to yank the knife out of her ankle. If she did, it would mean not being able to even feel her foot - the same boot-covered foot that’s been worshipped and kissed passionately by many before me. But it would be no longer. As I sat there trying to catch my breath, the Queen lay across from me and started to mumble. "Oh - I won’t give - up, you -" the Queen tried desperately to remove the knife, but couldn’t. Her face was turning white as blood poured endlessly from the gap in her boot. Both of her hands were on the handle of the knife, trying to bring it up out of the wound. But that’s when I could clearly see - and she could, too - that the knife had gone all the way through her ankle, and it was even stuck in the floor. "I can’t move! Help! Somebody! You are all my slaves - and - aah-h - I order you - owwwwww - to help your Queen!" I could tell that someone would try to burst out from that crowd. But they knew I’d attack if they did. So no one bothered to interfere. I stood up and walked toward the Queen, lying painfully on the ground. She raised an open hand, begging me not to take any action. "You can’t - kill me -" she said. I said to her, "You are going to let all these people go - every one of them - and live their own lives. You will set them free." I lifted a foot and stomped hard on her wounded ankle, the knife still in it. She screamed again and the crowd got louder in my favor. Her ankle was almost flat.
You could tell by how collapsed that part of the boot was. Under that black leather boot, her foot was gone. The leather was the only thing holding it together. She still couldn’t get up, nor lift out the knife. Sylvia was still cheering for me. She said, her face white with shock, losing blood, "How dare you...break my foot...the - uhh-h - the foot that - so many people adore...my precious feet - ahh -" I bent down and grabbed the knife with one hand and yanked it out, and she yelled out in further pain, but not as loud as before. For the past three minutes, the Queen had been sitting on the floor of the throne room, not able to move because of her shattered ankle. She grabbed her staff and used it to help her stand up, acting 70 years older than she was. An old lady trying to walk. "I can - fight...you with one...leg, then..." Her foot just dangled there under her ankle. I knew this was the end of Queen Julienne. And all her beautiful female servants looked on, knowing that they should not live like this anymore. The Queen was limping toward me with the aid of her staff. "C’mon, sexy...I know...you still worship me, don’t you?" With that, I came back with a quick roundhouse kick, connecting to her jaw, breaking it. I could hear the snap. The move brought her down to the floor immediately. The crowd cheered once more.
Queen Julienne, the former ruler of 500, was dead. Sylvia jumped to her feet and cheered. She burst through the crowd and ran to me, hugging and kissing me. "Oh, I knew you could..." The throne room was filled with the noise of the crowd, especially the men who had been enslaved by these women. The women began to cheer, too. Everyone was in my favor. They knew that Julienne was an enemy, not their master. The Queen had now been laying there, her ankle shattered and endlessly pouring out blood, her leg sliced from the knife, and there was more blood pouring from her mouth and her dislocated jaw. She was a mess. It was over. You could still see the Queen breathe as she lay there on the floor. But her breathing got slower and slower as she faded into rest. No last words to accompany her death.
Everyone continued to cheer on and cheer on. It turned out that everyone remained happy. I said to Sylvia, "I’d rather spend the rest of my life worshipping YOU." She gave me a cheeky smile and a sweet kiss. Two guards opened the front doors to the castle and gave a path for me and Sylvia. We headed out the doors back into the fresh outdoor air. I joked around, saying, "Let's go home, my mistress." We headed for my house and celebrated. We continued our relationship on a boyfriend-girlfriend basis. She loved me kissing her shoes every so often, licking her feet, whether they were bare or covered. I continued to worship her - at my own pace this time - to show her how much I really loved her. She loved me back. We got married a year later. The Queen Julienne fantasy was just a nightmare left behind. The castle was burned down soon, and replaced by a recreational park. Things change quickly in 5 hours. And this 5 hours I had - whether I liked it or not, I wasn’t really sure - were the strangest 5 hours in my life.
Yeah...I liked it.
THE END