PART 13
It was nearing six in the evening when Wade finally rolled his chair back and
let me crawl out from beneath the desk. I started to stand, thinking that my
ordeal was finally over since he was leaving for the day, his replacement to
come in soon. I was quick to learn that my torment was only beginning as he
ordered me to remain on my knees as he flipped a few switches on his desktop
console.
I watched as his monitor flickered and changed images. It was the
security monitor, set up to watch various places around the building. My eyes
widened as a staticky image slowly focused on the little area that was Wade's
office. I saw myself as the view jumped through various stages of my
degradation; licking Wade's shoes, sucking on his toes, and ending with me
tongue polishing the floor beneath the desk. He had it all on tape, and
remarkably his own image was not present in any shot. It could have been any
man in the building making me jump through hoops, or any woman for that matter
as the feet and shoes in the video were just generic enough to be unisex. The
screen flickered again, and I watched in horror as Wade ejected the videotape
from a machine and slipped it into his carry bag with a devilish grin. Then he
turned to me.
"I edited that in the last few minutes, in case you're wonderin'. Just
a little insurance, boy."
"Insurance?" I asked, wondering what was coming next, though I already
had a pretty good idea.
"Yeah, " he mocked, leaning back and crossing his legs with a smug grin,
"just in case I want another massage. It felt pretty good, I gotta admit." He
smirked. "There's more though. I figure I got the upper hand here, Billy boy,
so here's what I want you t'do. I want a hundred bucks a week- I like ta play
the Lotto- an' yer gonna give it t'me. If ya don't, I'll just show yer tape ta
some folks that might appreciate it, say yer roommate, or maybe that cute
girlfriend a' his. I think they'd get a big charge outta seein' what you really
like."
I imagined that they already had a pretty good idea of what they thought
I was like. Still, I was walking the razor's edge with Steve and something like
Wade's video would be sure to push me over that edge with him. Steve would
throw me out on the street if he saw the tape. I would lose my job, and what
little bit that I owned. Just like with Peggy, the Dog Lady, Wade had something
to hold over me, and I was trapped. I hung my head and nodded that I agreed to
Wade's demands.
"Say it!" he ordered, and I sighed in defeat.
"I'll give you your money. Just don't show anyone that tape." I
swallowed a lump in my throat. "Please..." Wade smirked, pointing at his dried
and wadded up socks still on the floor-
"One more thing. I want ya ta keep those with ya at all times. Just a
little reminder of our time together, an' our deal. I might ask ta see those
sometime, so ya better have 'em. Or else!"
I nodded, agreeing to his terms and promising to give him a hundred
dollars every Friday night after I got paid. Finally satisfied, Wade ordered me
to give his feet a final kiss goodbye, then allowed me to leave. His laughter
echoed behind me as I ran up the stairs to my apartment.
The apartment was dark when I entered and with a sigh of relief I
slammed and locked the door. I slumped back, leaning against the door as I
tried to rub some awareness back into my face. I smelled of filth; feet and
cigarettes and dirt in general. I needed a shower and a cigarette, maybe a beer
to relax my nerves. It seemed that every minute I was sliding a little deeper
into a hole that I would never be able to climb out of. I was trapped, a victim
of whomever was manipulating my mind. According to Doctor Ellington I was laden
with dozens of triggers, maybe hundreds of catch words and phrases that would
send me into some form of depravity when spoken. Wade had said something that
had kept me on my knees and at his feet the entire afternoon. I had been his
literal foot slave for the better part of five hours and I had loved it. Craved
it, despite the humiliation, and even the pain that he inflicted on me.
I wandered into the bathroom, lighting up a cigarette even before I had
closed the door and cracked the window. I barely opened it, not wanting to see
the girls in the laundry across the courtyard. I was feeling bad enough and
totally confused while I racked my brain trying to work out who had done this to
me and why without seeing them laughing at me again.
It came to me as I sipped my beer, working on my third cigarette.
Sharon! It was Sharon! It had to be. She was the only one that even had a
clue as to my deepest darkest secrets- my fantasies. She had been my
girlfriend- not for long- but she knew me better than almost anyone except for
maybe Steve here in NYC. I wondered how she had done it all, and when? As best
as I could recall, we had never been alone long enough recently for her to put
me under, let alone attach all the commands into my subconscious that Dr.
Ellington said were present.
I realized then that she must have done it all when we were still going
out. That was the only time when we had been alone for long periods, and though
we had never actually slept together I recalled that we had napped together. At
least I had napped! Had she been planning this so long? In the short time that
we had been together had she been subtly changing me over, conditioning me to
her way of thinking? I shuddered at the thought.
I considered calling Dr. Ellington then and there and telling her of my
suspicions but quickly realized that it was late and she was probably long gone
from her office. I did have her cell phone number however, and quickly dialed
that. I heard the phone ring four times before there was a click and my call
was forwarded to her answering service. A femininely robotic voice told me to
leave a message at the tone, so I did. I got a similar response when I tried
her secretary, so I left a quick message for both, telling them my thoughts and
saying that I was going to confront Sharon and end the hell that my life had
become. I hung up the phone and sighed-
I had made the decision to confront Sharon, but I had to admit that I
was a little nervous, a little scared. I also had no idea how to go about it or
what to say. I knew that she would stop by after her workday was done, but I
did not think that it would be a good idea to confront her here. It was late,
and Steve would be home soon as well. I figured too that it would be better to
talk it out with her in some public place. I could meet her at the laundry,
maybe as she was leaving and offer to buy her dinner then drop the bomb at some
restaurant. I nodded to myself, thinking that I had a good plan.
I rushed out of the apartment, not wanting to run into Steve and hurried
out of the building. I nodded at the doorman, not wanting to get involved in a
conversation that might put me back under the desk. I was thankful that he
seemed preoccupied and only nodded in return as I hurried out the front door.
It was a short walk around to the next street and I soon found myself
approaching the Laundromat.
I glanced in the windows and looked right at Sharon who was just then
walking towards the door. She was dressed in her work clothes; a light blue
smock draped over her tee shirt, blue jeans and tennis shoes. She had her hair
pulled back into a ponytail, and her glasses were on top of her head. She
smiled and pushed open the glass door and I saw that she had a huge ring of keys
in hand-
"Billy!" she said, and I noticed that she did not say 'Hi'. "What a
nice surprise. What brings you by?" she asked, looking me up and down. Even
though I had cleaned up from my ordeal with Wade I had not really worried too
much about fixing my hair or dressing well. I tried to smile, feeling my voice
choke up in my throat-
"I needed to speak with you, Sharon. Do you have a minute?"
"Sure. C'mon inside-" she said, holding the door for me. I hesitated-
"Actually I was hoping we could get some dinner, or coffee at least."
"I'm gonna be a few more minutes, Billy, and then I have to meet Steve
for dinner. Sorry. You could come-"
"No!" I snapped, cutting her off. No way did I want to talk to her with
Steve there.
She shrugged. "Well, we can talk while I finish up. Otherwise it'll
have to wait. Your choice." I sighed, nodding. I had to get this over with so
I brushed past her and into the laundry. Sharon locked the door behind me and I
saw her turn the 'OPEN' sign around, now saying 'CLOSED' to anyone outside. She
hooked her keys onto a clip on her belt loop and slipped around behind the front
counter again.
I looked past her, glancing about the laundry's interior. There were
racks of clothes hanging from a large automated spinner that stretched into the
back of the shop in a big loop. The front part of the shop was not all that
big, but I could see a large open area in the rear where the people that I could
normally see from my windows worked. I could see them there, through the
doorway leading into the back. Crazy was at her machine, and I saw a young
Spanish guy moving about. I stepped to the side, getting out of their line of
sight, nervously licking my lips as I returned my attention to Sharon. She had
taken the till out of the register and was counting the money. She looked up
with a smile-
"So," she said, counting as she divided her attention between the money
and me, "what did you want to talk about?" I swallowed-
"I know." She glanced up.
"Know what?" she asked with a curious expression, pausing with a handful
of dollar bills.
"I know what you did. I know what you did to me!" I raised my voice and
heard it crack. I was close to tears from the trauma, but I pressed on. "I
know all about the hypnosis and the triggers! Why Sharon? Why did you do that
to me?"
Her face darkened as she frowned with a defeated sigh. She slid her
glasses back down onto her nose and looked me up and down as she returned the
money to the drawer. She placed the heels of her palms onto the countertop as
she leaned forward-
"How'd you figure it out?" she asked and I waved my hand, dismissing the
question.
"That doesn't matter! I just want you to stop it all. Take it away!
Take out the triggers or whatever you have to do and make me normal again!" I
was almost shouting, and Sharon took a step back as I slammed my hand on the
counter for emphasis-
"Okay, Billy! Okay!" she waved me off, looking a little surprised at my
outburst. Had she thought that I would have enjoyed what she put me through?
Did she really think that I wanted to be a slave? I remembered what she had
said to me as I had been bound and gagged in the bathtub as she ran her foot
over my body-
This is what you like, isn't it?
"It was just an experiment, Y'know? I just wanted to see if I could do
it." She smiled, as though that made it all okay.
"An experiment?" I shrieked in disbelief! "Was that all I was?"
"Of course not." Sharon folded her arms over her chest. She almost
seemed to be studying me, like I was a fly pinned to a bug collector's board.
"I like you, Billy. Really! And I know you, well enough to know what you like.
You're submissive, Billy, and out of all the people I know I figured that you
would be the easiest to practice on.
"Practice?"
It all became clear then. She had been after Steve all the time. She
had been honing her hypnotic skills on me, seeing just what she could get away
with, working towards getting Steve- and his money- under her thumb as well.
That was why she had taken him. Sharon was cute, but nowhere near Steve's usual
conquests. She had been manipulating him as well as me the whole time.
"You-" I started but just then a guy came out of the back room,
interrupting me. He was Hispanic, with dark skin and black hair. He had
muscles I could see under his tight-fitting tee shirt, but he also had a bit of
a belly. He was bigger than me, and carrying a baseball bat, an excited look on
his face. I realized then that Sharon must have hit some alarm under the
counter when she had leaned forward. He stared at me with fire in his eyes but
Sharon glanced back at him, calm and smiling-
"It's okay, Carlos. You don't need that. This is my friend Billy.
Remember, I told you about him?"
I saw Carlos grin widely as he lowered the bat. He stepped up beside
Sharon as she turned back to me with a smile. I was suddenly nervous. She was
too calm. I started to back away-
"Esclavo!" she said, and my world fell away.
I fell to my knees, prostrating myself on the grimy, tiled floor in
front of the desk. I struggled, but found my forehead touching the floor. I
was totally aware of what I was doing, but there was nothing that I could do to
stop myself. From the corner of my eye I saw Sharon and Carlos come around from
behind the counter. Sharon slipped the toe of her dirty leather sneaker up
close to my lips-
"Lamedura!" she commanded, and somehow I knew what she wanted me to do.
I did not know Spanish, but I knew that the word she had said meant 'lick', so I
did. I put my tongue to her shoe, lapping away at the dirt as she spoke-
"It was easy enough to plant suggestions into your head, Billy. When we
were going out, you were so submissive already that it was hard to contain
myself. It was easy to get you relaxed, and simple to get you under my control,
swinging my legs or twirling my hair. Once I had you under a few times I
started to plant the triggers. Most were simple commands that sparked you into
fulfilling your submissive fantasies. I planted a word that would put you
under, and another that would bring you out. I used sounds too, bells and
whistles, a snap of my fingers. It really didn't take all that long." Sharon
pulled one foot back and replaced it with the other. I kept licking, listening
in shame as she explained what she had done to me, and how. I could see Carlos
standing off to one side- his legs and feet at any rate- and I could hear his
excited breathing.
"The hardest part was teaching you Spanish. Not a lot, but enough that
you would understand a few words and phrases and go under on command. There are
triggers to free you in Spanish too, but of course you don't know those, and
odds are you won't hear them in casual conversation. Why Spanish though?
Because I like to share! I told my friends here at the cleaners about you,
Billy, and they were intrigued to say the least. The girls in the back actually
helped me a time or two, calling you on the phone to trigger you. Speaking of
which,"
Sharon pulled her feet away and walked back around behind the counter.
I could see Carlos hesitating, watching, but then he disappeared out of sight as
well. Sharon had not told me to stop licking, so I remained where I was,
licking the floor in shame-
"Venir!"
Sharon ordered me to come, so I did. I crawled around the counter on
all fours trying to catch up to the two of them. I could see Carlos up ahead,
trailing behind Sharon as they walked into the back room where the real work at
the cleaners was done. As I passed through the wide doorway there was a brief
silence. Soon enough though the room erupted in laughter and I felt my skin
heating up in shame. There was nothing that I could do though as I crawled over
to where Sharon was standing. She pointed to the ground at her feet and snapped
her fingers-
"Calcanar!" I heeled...
There was laughter all around as I saw Sharon's coworkers gathering to
get a better look at me. They were five in all- including Carlos- the three
girls that I had named Crazy, Sexy, and Cool, along with another guy I later
learned was called Juan. He was tall and skinny with curly black hair and a
shadow of a mustache. He looked younger than me, in fact they all did. The
three girls were dressed as usual, Crazy and Cool in denims and tee shirts and
sneakers. Sexy was wearing a short skirt and tank top that showed off her
breasts and a pair of low-heeled black leather flats. They were all smiling
down at me, leering at me as I hung my head in shame.
Sharon started talking to them, no doubt explaining my situation to them
in a mix of Spanish and English. I heard the group laughing and giggling as I
nuzzled against Sharon's leg. I was not caught up in any kind of lust, but
there was nothing I could do to break free of the hold that she had put over me.
I remained kneeling there as she spoke, recognizing my name and a few of the
words that she said, waiting for her next command. Finally she nudged me away
and I glanced up to find her smiling down at me. They all were.
"Desnudar!"
At Sharon's command I started taking off my clothes; all of them, ass
quickly as I could. Within seconds I was once again kneeling before the little,
huddled group, but now I was totally naked.
"Esclavo!" Sharon said again, and I looked to her expectantly. "Beso su
pies!" I don't know if she was saying it right, or even knew quite what she was
saying, but I knew what she had ordered. I crawled to the closest of the group
and started kissing her feet. Crazy laughed outloud and said something to
Sharon. Sharon said "Si!", and Crazy laughed again-
"Lamedura mi botina!" I started licking her shoe with all my might,
much to her pleasure. After a time she kicked me away and I repeated my
humiliation at Cool's feet, then Juan's and all the way around the group. I
eventually ended up at Sharon's feet again when I was ordered to stop. Sharon
spoke to her friends and I was suddenly hauled to my feet. Carlos came at me
with a wire clothes hanger, and I thought that I was about to be beaten, but he
just smiled as he unwound the frame and proceeded to wrap the strong metal about
my wrists before me. I looked helplessly at Sharon, but she just grinned-
"I have to go, Billy, but you'll be in good hands. I've told my friends
to have you finish cleaning up, then you're theirs for the night. Maria says
they're planning a little party to celebrate their new acemila." I hung my
head. I was to be their 'beast of burden', their drudge.
Sharon laughed, as Cool handed me a broom and ordered me to start
sweeping. Their commands were short and choppy in Spanish- one worded orders,
but I understood. I started sweeping as they settled in to watch. All save
Sharon who gathered her things and headed towards the front door. She handed
Crazy- Maria her keys as she turned a final time-
"Billy, !ro ro! Obedecer!" I whimpered as something clicked in my
head. I stared after Sharon as she walked away towards the door, gazing
lustfully at her ass and feet. Maria followed, locking the door behind my
ex-girlfriend, then quickly returning, a wide smile on her face. She settled in
with the others to watch me work, snapping her fingers to get me going again-
"Rapido!" I swept faster...