It still haunts me

Part 7: The party

At exactly 6.30 p.m. I was turning the key to enter my Mistress's place. I
helped her with the party preparations and everything was in good shape by
7.00 p.m. Mistress Nelly was getting dressed and finished her make-up and
all that jazz. She was wearing a short black dress that revealed her
graceful soft plump thighs. As I was finishing the final touches for the
party, I heard fingers snapping inside the bedroom. I hurried inside and
waited for instructions.

"Take me outside and bring this pair of black mules. Hold them in your
mouth by the heels," she commanded as she gave me one hit to move. We
reached the hall and waited for the guests. Mistress Nelly relaxed herself
on the sofa and stretched her feet for me to suck her toes, which I did for
nearly 10 minutes.

"Mistress Nelly, could I be allowed to make a suggestion?"

"Yes, Alex. Go ahead.

"Why don't you have your toes painted? I think they are so sexy this way,
but paints add to the beauty of women's feet. I guess your toes would look
gorgeous if you had them painted white."

"Mmmm, Alex. That is a nice suggestion. OK, go fetch the white paint from
the bedroom. You have only 15 minutes left to paint me before the visitors
arrive."

I went quickly to get the white paint and returned to sit at my Mistress's
feet. She rested her right foot in my lap and I started to apply the paint.
In 10 minutes it was all over. "Oh, Alex you were right, my feet look
better with this paint. Now put my feet into this pair of mules," she said.

Madame Nelly wore no stockings. Her legs looked glamorous in her short
black dress.

The doorbell rang, so I rushed to open. The guests entered and they all
kissed Mistress Nelly on the cheeks. Adele was a black well-built woman in
her forties. She was a bit fat but seemed so strong. Her eyes were wide and
heavy with mascara. Her nose was small and wore her pale yellow hair in a
bob. Vera was also a 40-ish golden-haired woman, and the third one was
Nina, Vera's 18-year-old daughter. They were all wearing short skirts. Only
Adele wore a black fishnet stockings.

They all had the same facial expression enquiring about my identity.
Mistress Nelly told them that I was her personal servant, and that I was
here to attend to their wishes and make them feel relaxed.

"Since you are to seek our satisfaction, young boy, come and take my shoes
and stockings off," Adele addressed me. I was aware of the fact that I
should not let my Mistress down so I knelt before big Adele and took off
her shoes and stockings so gently and in no time.

"Oh, my toes are killing me, dear Nelly. I walked too much today," said
Adele. I was still at Adele's feet. Mistress Nelly said that I have foot
massaging and toe sucking experience. "Oh really? So why don't you boy just
give me this. I need it so badly.

"Of course, dear Adele. After he just takes off the other ladies' shoes.
Alex, quick. Take the ladies' shoes off," commanded my Mistress. I did as
instructed. The feet of Vera and her daughter Nina were so cute and lovely.
I seated myself back in front of Adele's feet. I lifted her right leg,
which was so heavy, to my mouth and started sucking her toes one by one.
She gave a frolic laugh. Her voice was a bit harsh. "It just gives me a
ticklish sensation. This is the first time I had someone sucking my toes.
It feels lovely. Can I borrow Alex for some time, dear Nelly?" asked Adele.

"Of course, dear Adele. Any time you want him, just let me know, so that I
make certain preparations. You see, Adele, Alex's presence in my life
became essential. He is indispensable for me," I felt flattered by the
words of praise from my Mistress.

Mistress Nelly spoke about her crash course of training she provided to me
with totally no costs involved at all. "Even his food is not costing me a
dime. He just accepts my feces and urine as his main meals," said my
Mistress.

I have just continued massaging Adele's feet with my lips and tongue. My
arms ached a bit from lifting the black giant's heavy leg, but my other
side was balanced by her resting her left sole on my right shoulder. I
could see Adele's white panties.

"Tell us Adele about the man you killed in combat. You devil! How did you
just get away with it? Oh, Alex. I forgot to tell you that Madame Adele is
a mixed wrestling champion for seven years running," said Mistress Nelly.

The words I have just heard gave me the creeps and that made me suck
Adele's feet with more diligence and more respect.

"The man was really stupid. He thought he was a stud enough to defeat me. I
caught his neck between my calves and he was just expected to declare
submission like his many predecessors did. The hold was so tight of course
and he tried to escape it but that was not possible at all. He made a
sudden move in the wrong direction and broke his neck between my legs, so
his soul took the Express to heaven," recollected Adele.

She said many referees who were at the event testified that it was not her
fault at all and finally she was acquitted.

I took Adele's left foot from my shoulder and started to insert my tongue
in between her toes. She rested her right foot on my left shoulder as if it
were her usual footstool and she seemed very relaxed and satisfied.

"Where is the beer, boy. Go get some. I want to get dead drunk tonight,"
Adele said, playfully twitching my nose with her stumpy red-painted
toenails. I quickly ran to get a packet of beer cans, not wishing of course
to cause any annoyance to Adele, who killed a man with her gruesome pair of
calves. During the massage to Adele's feet, I came to touch her calves,
which were as hard as steel that no man ever wishes to have his neck come
in contact with them.

I really imagined the man Adele killed struggling and struggling to get off
this boa constrictor hold, but of course – considering the powerful pair of
calves which I was just massaging – that must have been useless. "Poor man!
God bless his soul," I thought to myself.

I opened cans of beer for everybody and Mistress Nelly ordered me to take
good care of the feet of Madame Vera and her lovely daughter Nina. I
started with the mother's blood-red-painted long toenails. "Take good care
of the nails, Alex. Lick from below them," instructed Vera. "Yes, Madame.
Right away," I responded.

"While in the process of serving your precious feet, Madame Vera, I wonder
if Miss Nina likes to use my two shoulders as footstool," I recommended.
Nina, who was sitting opposite her mother, which made my back exposed to
her, rested her both bare feet on my two shoulders.

"Now ladies let's eat before we get too drunk. We have all kinds of meat
here," hailed Mistress Nelly. They all sat at the dining table eating
avidly. My Mistress snapped her fingers for me and signaled me to get under
the table and dive my nose into her panty-covered ass hole to give me her
usual farts. "Anyone feels like wishing to fart? Don't worry. Alex will
take good care of it. He usually takes farts into his lungs. This is part
of his duty," suggested Mistress Nelly.

Adele raised her hands in approval, followed by Vera. I was afraid of
Adele's farts. May be one fart of her huge bottoms could blow my head to
smithereens. "Go in the direction of Madame Adele, Alex. Come on boy, snap
to it. Don't go to Madame Vera before Madame Adele snaps her fingers to
you," instructed my Mistress.

I crawled towards Madame Adele's asshole. She opened her legs wider and
grabbed my hair from under the table to her exact ass hole covered in the
white panties. She sent several killer farts that gave me a headache and a
little spin.

"Let me know of any of you smelt any of the farts, because this would mean
Alex had not properly taken them into his lungs, and consequently must be
punished," said Mistress Nelly.

I heard fingers snapping from Madame Adele, so I went directly to Madame
Vera, who had her legs already open. She gave me just one fart but I swear
it was like a nice fragrance compared to Adele's farts.

I heard fingers snapping so I withdrew from Vera's bottom. "Hey, Nina.
Don't tell me you don't want to fart. All this food we're having causes
anyone to fart. I think you are a bit shy. Please don't be shy at all.
Consider Alex as nothing. You can think of him as a chair or a toilet bowl.
Come out, Alex. On your knees beside Miss Nina's chair and point your face
up the ceiling….see Nina, all you have to do is mount his face like it was
a saddle of a bicycle and start doing it," said Madame Nelly.

Nina did exactly as recommended by my Mistress and gave my mouth a long
noisy fart, which I inhaled deeply. She returned to her chair.

"Did anyone smell anything?" Mistress Nelly asked proudly. No was the
answer.

"This is really magic. You don't know how I can find someone like him,
Nelly?" asked Adele. "I'm in bad need for a thing like this."

"OK, Adele. You are so persistent. I'll send him to you tomorrow at five
o'clock because I need him to re-arrange things after the party will be
over. You may keep him for three days, no more," said Madam Nelly. Adele
was happy to get me for her personal use for a few days.

"Now let's get on a drinking spree," said my Mistress hilariously. They
really went on a drinking spree that I later saw the ruins of four packs of
Heineken cans lying everywhere on the ground. They also went on an
uncontrollable laughing spree that my heart kept pounding in fear.

"You know boy why we are laughing? It is because all our bladders are
filled with a lot of urine for you to drink. See that huge black lady
there? She has Mr. Heineken himself inside her bladder," said my Mistress.
They all burst out laughing that I thought someone of them is going to die
laughing tonight.

The thought of them four emptying their bladders into my mouth gave me
goose pimples. "It is really unnecessary, ladies, to do it in the bathroom.
I can hardly move a leg," said my Mistress, laughing. "Alex, honey. Go get
the big funnel from the kitchen cupboard."

I fetched the funnel and knelt before Mistress Nelly's feet. "Put that
narrow tube into your mouth, Alex and swallow my pee quickly, dear, because
you are going to get a flood," said Madame Nelly. They all laughed and
laughed, while I swallowed and swallowed and if there is anything fair, I
am entitled to join the Guinness Book of World Records in the speed of
swallowing.

My Mistress kept gushing gold nectar from her pussy until I felt her flow
reducing to a thin trickle and then drops by drops. She snapped her fingers
to me and pointed at Madame Adele, who told me to keep the funnel in my
mouth and move in her direction.

"A moving toilet bowl! That's the newest invention. Are we in Wonderland?"
Adele said with a coarse laugh. I was on my knees in the middle of the
setting and Adele instructed me to rest my hands behind my back and look at
the ceiling. She took off her white panties and nested her pee hole over
the funnel ending inside my mouth, bending her knees a little.

Adele never stopped laughing during the gushy flood of piss she was sending
to the inside of my body. I had no choice but to swallow her urine down to
the last drop. She took a longer piss than my Mistress gave me. She peed
for about eight minutes and all along laughing her head off above me.

She then ordered me to take the funnel off and clean her piss hole, which I
licked with gusto. She was so happy.

The dreadful night ended and I climbed up to attend to Mistress's needs in
the morning. I was on time and prepared her breakfast and went as usual
down the foot of the bed to wake her up by rubbing her sweet toes with my
tongue. She took one hour until she made the first stir in bed. Obviously
she suffered the hangover from the previous wild night.

"Alex. Keep licking my toes for two hours. I don't want to wake up now. You
may leave after you have finished and at five o'clock go to that address of
Madame Adele. You better serve her well and be most attentive to her
instructions. Believe me, you don't want to upset her. She has taken a
man's life just like that," said Mistress Nelly, handing me a piece of
paper with Madame Adele's address written on it.