TURN OF EVENTS

Tim becomes Cheryl's foot slave


Tim enjoyed his life.  He made decent money as a market analyst, 
working in a big office building with lots of hot "babes", as he 
liked to call them.  He had had trysts with many of them (even 
though he was married) as he was an attractive fellow, 6' 2" and 
210 pounds, all put in the right places.  As he walked into his 
supervisor's office, he was checking out the "next" one, a new 
hire named Sheila who he knew he would have over his desk in days.  
It was good to be a successful business man.  Who cares about his 
dumb wife anyway?  She bored him long ago, always wanting kids (he 
didn't have time for that), wanting to work (so what if she had a 
Master's degree?  Women should stay in the house!), just wanting 
SOMETHING all the time.  Yeah, she was good looking, but he'd HAD 
her, and could get it from her whenever he wanted.  Sheila (and 
all those before her) was a conquest, a challenge to meet.  Yes, 
he would get into her pants.  Soon.
"Tim, I asked you to come in here to tell you something." said 
Will, the manager of the department.  "Your last client didn't 
like the way you tried to put moves on her, and she pulled her 
$1,000,000 account."
"Oh, let me talk to her.  I'll get her back", said Tim, assured 
that he could get her too.
"This is the third time this year that we've lost money on you, 
Tim.  I'm afraid I've been instructed to let you go."  WHAT?
"What are you talking about??" Tim said, in shock.  His job was 
over?  That can't be!
After trying to talk Will out of it for an hour, Tim saw that he 
was getting nowhere.  Oh well, he thought, I'll just find another 
job that pays better.

When Tim got home, Cheryl, his wife of three years, had dinner 
waiting.  She always did, because if she didn't, he'd just leave 
and go find food (and other things) elsewhere.  She suspected that 
Tim screwed around, but she was trying to save the marriage. Maybe 
he would grow up someday.  Today, however, he seemed .. Strange.
"How was your day?" She asked.
"I got fired, but I'll find a better job.  I already have three 
interviews set up for tomorrow." said Tim, and he proceeded to 
tell her a story about the company making cutbacks.
"I can look too, you know."  Cheryl said.  
"No, you need to take care of things around here." Tim said, and 
they ate dinner, had sex (she hated it, as usual), and went to 
bed.

After two weeks, Tim was starting to get a little worried.  Why 
wasn't he getting calls back?  Did his former employer "black 
list" him?  He could find nothing, and money would be getting 
tight soon.  Plus, he wasn't getting all the babes any more.  Just 
his boring wife, who by any other man's eyes would be considered 
gorgeous.  Cheryl was 5' 9", 130 pounds, was tan, toned and hot, 
with long wavy blonde hair and an ass to die for.  Well, she was 
okay for now, he surmised.
What Tim didn't know was that Cheryl put in three applications as 
well.  All three called back, and all three offered her a job.  
None could believe that she hadn't worked in three years with all 
of her qualifications.  This started a bidding war for her 
services, and soon she settled on an offer that was for $64,000, 
$10,000 more than Tim had made.
She broke this to him at dinner.  Tim was amazed, of course, but 
still said no to working.  "Look, just let me keep this job until 
you get one, then we'll have some money to pay bills with." Cheryl 
said.  This convinced Tim to let her work, but just for a little 
while.

Within a month, Cheryl had already received a $10,000 raise, and 
Tim still had no offers.   She had to work late a little, so Tim 
had to help out with the housework.  Another two weeks, and Cheryl 
was working until 7:00 every night, and Tim was FURIOUS.  Where 
did she get off being so late?  It made him eat dinner late.  
Finally one night, they had it out.
"I'm sick of waiting until 7:00 every night for my food!"  Tim 
said.  Big Mistake.
"Well, you should start cooking then." Cheryl said.
"That's YOUR job, bitch" retorted Tim.
"No, that WAS my job, asshole.  Now my job is paying me more than 
you could ever HOPE to make!  I talked to one of my co - workers 
today.  She saw your picture and knew you .. VERY WELL.  You 
harassed her into getting bent over a desk, you prick!  Did you 
enjoy that?!  I heard about all of your other bimbos too!  I have 
enough to divorce you right now.  As a matter of fact, one of my 
lawyer friends drew up papers for me today.  You will get nothing, 
of course, and you won't find a job.  It seems that no one wants 
to take a man who tries to hit on every female in the building and 
the clients!!!  You're done.  You can live on the street, for all 
I care!"
Tim looked at the papers.  They were legit, all right.  He was 
caught and had no way out.  What could he do?  "Look, I'm sorry 
Cheryl.  I was just-"
"You were just leaving!" Cheryl said, opening the door.
Tim started crying.  He couldn't lose her too!  "Please, I'm 
sorry, I'll do anything.  I'll clean house.  I'll cook meals.  
I'll take care of everything around here, just please don't leave 
me!"  he cried and sank to his knees, dropping his head on the 
floor at Cheryl's feet. 
Cheryl put her 4" black pump under his nose and lifted his face up 
with it.  "Well, if you are serious, then I'll have the lawyers 
draw up some conditions for reconciliation.  I'm telling you 
though, Tim, things are going to change around here, a lot.  
Number one, I'll make the rules.  You obey them.  All of them, 
without question.  Any disobedience will allow me to file for 
divorce.  You will do many things around here, while I will 
concentrate on work.  When I come home, I expect dinner on the 
table, the house clean, laundry done, and I will be pampered. Hey, 
I know!  You will give me a foot massage every night while I enjoy 
my dinner.  You will also serve me whatever I want whenever I want 
it.  I guess you'll basically be my slave!  Ha ha!  That's it.  I 
will have papers drawn up that will basically make you my slave.  
You don't mind, do you?
Tim had nowhere to go.  He would not have a job or a house.  He 
would live on the street if Cheryl wanted it.  He had no choice.  
"I-I'll do it.  Whatever you say.  Just please, don't kick me 
out." 
Cheryl had the papers drawn up the next day.  They were very 
specific, even including the nightly foot massages and weekly 
manicures and pedicures that Tim would be administering.  When she 
brought them home, Tim had dinner on the table.  "I have the 
papers here.  Read them and follow their instructions."
Tim read them, and at the end, it said to sign the papers on the 
floor, under Cheryl's right foot (?)  "Why do I have to sign it 
under your foot Cheryl?  That's disgusting!"
"You will do it or you will leave" she said sternly.  She then 
placed the papers under her right foot, the toe of her red 5" pump 
under the line where Tim would sign.  Tim reached down to sign the 
paper, but Cheryl stopped him.  "Did you read what to do after 
signing the paper?" she asked.
"No, what?" he said.
"Sign, then read it out loud".  He signed, then read what to do.  
:I am to remove your shoe and lay under your foot, placing it on 
my face.  What?!  I'm not doing that!"
"Then leave."  Cheryl said.
Tim knew that he had to do it.  He removed her shoe, her red 
toenails on her size 8 feet poking out .  Holding it, in his 
hands, he then laid underneath her and placed her bare foot, which 
had been in the heel all day, on his face.  
Cheryl was in all her glory.  The cheating bastard was finally 
where he belonged.  She wiggled her toes over his eyes.  "Smell 
good?" she asked sarcastically.  Cheryl then began to eat while 
Tim remained under her foot.  She had him remove her other shoe as 
well, and placed both feet on Tim's face, rubbing them in his 
hair, across his nose and around his head.  This was the best 
feeling in the world.  It relaxed her, and she felt a surge of 
power and confidence that she'd never known before.  She placed 
her beautiful toes of her left foot on Tim's lips.  "Open up," she 
said.  Tim opened his mouth and Cheryl inserted her toes.  "Suck 
them," she commanded.  Tim had no choice but to do what his new 
mistress wanted.  He slurped on the toes of both feet until Cheryl 
finished eating, and believe me, she took her time.
When dinner was finished, Cheryl went into the living room and sat 
down on the couch.  After cleaning up, Tim entered, not sure what 
to think.  "Crawl over here," said Cheryl.  When Tim crawled to 
her feet, she placed them on his face again and said "From now on, 
you will serve me this way at dinner.  From now on, I will call 
you footboy, and you will call me goddess.  I should have done 
this years ago.  You belong under my feet, and you will stay there 
forever.  Also, you will remain naked in this house, so take off 
your clothes."  Tim removed his clothes and Cheryl was somewhat 
surprised to see that he had a hard on.  His dick wasn't very 
impressive (5 1/2 " erect), but it was standing at full attention.  
"Oh, footboy likes his new rules, huh?" she said, and touched her 
foot to his dick.  
"Goddess, I, uh, I don't know what is happening to me,"  Tim said, 
confused that his organ was erect while he was being humiliated.
"I do.  You've wanted this as well, but you were too much of a 
macho prick to figure it out.  Well, don't worry, because you'll 
have plenty of reasons to stay hard, footboy!  Now worship your 
Goddess' feet."
Tim worshipped his new Goddess like never before.  He DID belong 
here, didn't he?  Why hadn't he seen it before?  Cheryl was so 
beautiful, and he treated her like shit.  He deserved this, and so 
did she.  He was her foot slave, and he accepted it.
The next day (after sleeping at the foot of the bed and massaging 
Cheryl's feet until she fell asleep), Cheryl told him to wait at 
the door, kneeling, at 6:00, because she had some surprises for 
him.  She told him what to fix for dinner and told him to make 
enough for two, which made him happy, as he didn't get to eat the 
night before.  Her worked hard all day (naked, of course, and hard 
as a rock) to make the house spotless.  At 6:00, he kneeled at the 
door, and waited for Cheryl to return.  
At 6:30, Cheryl came in with a shoe box.  As Tim greeted her by 
kissing both of her feet (5" black pumps today, with lots of toe 
cleavage), she said, "Here footboy, open this box and place these 
on my feet."  Tim opened the box and saw a beautiful pair of open 
- toed, 4"  white fuzzy slipper pumps, with no backs.  He hurried 
to place these on her feet, and went to put dinner on the table.  
He had lit candles for their dinner together and had placed the 
fine china out.  Cheryl sat down and said, "Boy, you did well in 
preparing for our dinner.  Mark will be impressed."  MARK??  What-
?
Just then the doorbell rang.  "Go get it."  Cheryl commanded.  Tim 
was completely confused.  Who was Mark, and was she really going 
to make him answer the door naked?  "DO IT NOW!!!!"  said Cheryl.  
Tim crawled to the door and opened it.  
"Boy you were right Cheryl.  He is trained well."  Mark, her 
lawyer friend, came in.  Mark was black, standing 6' 4" and 
weighing 235 pounds, with muscles on top of muscles.  He played 
college football, and still worked out religiously.  Cheryl stood 
up and greeted him by french kissing him and grabbing his package 
in his pants.  Tim was in shock.  He knelt there and watched as 
his wife kissed another man, as saw in horror that a huge bulge 
was growing in Mark's pants.  He was. bigger than Tim, he could 
see that through the slacks.  MUCH bigger.   "Come on and sit, 
footboy here has put the fine china down for us.  Get the meal, 
footboy."  Cheryl said, as she and her new friend sat.  "Oh, by 
the way, you may call him Master Mark, and you will do as he tells 
you as well."
This was too much  Tim couldn't do this.  "I am NOT going to do 
this!"  he shouted ,standing up.  "What kind of a man do you think 
I am?  I can't be a part of this!  I am not going to sit here and 
watch my wife romance some other guy while I serve them both!  
I'll just leave!"
"YOU WILL SERVE US AND SERVE US WELL!"  said Mark, as he stood up.  
He grabbed Tim and shoved him to the floor, holding him down.  
"You will do as your goddess says, or I'll beat your scrawny ass!"  
With that, he turned Tim over and held him while Cheryl 
approached.  She took his belt out of his pants and began beating 
Tim with it.  Tim struggled, but he couldn't move.  Mark was too 
strong.  After 20 lashes, Tim began sobbing.  "Okay, okay, I'll do 
it!  Please stop beating me!" he cried, tears rolling down his 
cheeks.  Mark let him go, and Tim went into a fetal position.  He 
really had no choice.  He HAD to serve them both.
"Now crawl over here."  Cheryl said, standing with her hands on 
her hips.  Tim crawled to her, face down, totally defeated. "Lick 
my foot and apologize to Master Mark for showing disobedience to 
your superiors."  Tim began licking, saying (between licks) "I am 
sorry,.. Master Mark, for disobeying my Goddess and you."  Tears 
rolled down his face.  He was totally defeated.
"Go get the food, footboy," said Cheryl, and she and Mark sat back 
down.  
When the food was served, Cheryl pointed to the ground under her 
feet.  Tim knew what to do.  He laid under her feet, while she and 
Mark talked as though he wasn't even there.  Cheryl casually wiped 
her feet on her footboy, feeling the great relaxing feeling that 
it gave her.
After dinner, Tim cleaned up, while Cheryl and Mark went into the 
living room.  When he finished, he crawled in and was greeted by 
clothes on the floor.  He looked up to see them lying on the couch 
in their underwear, feeling each other up and down and making out.  
He just knelt and watched as another man fondled his wife.  They 
were going at it like mad.  Mark licked and sucked on her breasts, 
and Cheryl was more excited than he'd ever seen her.
"Let's go to the bedroom  ," Cheryl told Mark.  He picked her up 
and carried her to the bed.  "Footboy, crawl in here!"  she said, 
giggling like a little girl.  Tim crawled in the bedroom and saw 
them both naked, standing at the foot of the bed.  Cheryl had 
Mark's dick in her hand.  She had a measuring tape in the other.   
"Measure him," she said.  Tim crawled to Mark and put the 
beginning of the tape at the base of his dick.  He was amazed when 
he saw the measurement 11 inches, exactly twice the size of his 
dick!!!  "Stand up footboy, next to Mark."
Tim stood and noticed that he was hard as well (WHY?)  His penis 
was NOTHING like Mark's, however.  Cheryl giggled and said, "Hmmm. 
I'll take .THIS one!" and she grabbed Mark's dick.  They both 
laughed at Tim's humiliation.  "You see, footboy, when I told Mark 
of your cheating, he was very concerned.  We talked about 
everything about you and me, our marriage, our sex life, your puny 
dickie, everything.  Then I just decided to ask him how big his 
dick was.  When he told me, I didn't believe him, so he showed me.  
Well, I knew I had to have him right then, and what better way to 
do it than to have you here to see it?  You cheated on me, and I 
was always faithful.  Well, Tim, now I'm  going to get fucked and 
fucked hard by a REAL man!" With that, she attacked Mark, fondling 
him and kissing him.  He fingered her, and Tim could see how wet 
she was.  After a few minutes of this, Cheryl stopped and looked 
at Tim.  "Now," she said, "I want you to kneel before Mark and 
suck his monster dick.  Prepare him for fucking your wife."  Tim 
knelt and looked at it.  He never did this before in his life.  He 
stared at the monstrous snake before him.  Mark grabbed his hair 
on the back of his head and pulled him to the tip.  "Open wide, 
Tim.  You're gonna suck my dick!"  Mark entered Tim's mouth, 
instantly gagging him.  Tim tried to suck, but it was so big, it 
filled up his mouth. Mark pumped his hips and nearly knocked Tim 
down, but he kept at it, until Mark pulled it out.  "Not bad for 
the first time, footboy.  You'll do better next time, though."  
Mark picked up Cheryl and laid her on the bed.  She spread her 
legs and said, "Come up here footboy.  You are going to put Mark's 
huge dick in my wet pussy."  Tim took hold of Mark's dick and 
began to put it in his wife's pussy.  He'd never seen it stretch 
so far.  Her moans told him how she felt. "Oh, Mark, you're so 
big!  I've been wasting my time with needle dick there.  Oh baby, 
fuck me.  FUCK ME!!!"  Mark started slow, but soon began pumping 
her full of himself.  They fucked good and hard, right on front of 
Tim.  He just stood and watched, amazed by the size of Mark.  He 
would never be able to have sex with her again, he knew.  
"Footboy, kneel and suck my toes while Mark fucks me hard.  
Uhnnnn, worship my feet while a real man fucks your wife!!!!!!"  
Tim knelt and began sucking her toes as Mark fucked her hard.  
Cheryl was on her 8th orgasm as her new man fucked her like a 
stallion and her new foot slave sucked and licked her feet.  This 
was the way it would stay.  She now truly knew happiness.  She 
knew that she was now truly Goddess Cheryl.