The Monks' New Slave



Get thee to a monastery…

My mistress Tiffany has decided she’s had enough of me – she’s going to put me in a monastery; as a monks’ footslave!

Cruelly, on the day she hands me over, she wears my favourite pair of her bright yellow and orange, flower-themed, calf-length, lace-up bovver boots (with a cute little hidden pair of plain white sneaker-socks deep inside them – socks which I tearfully smoothed onto her dainty, soft feet for the final time this morning!)

But I must now kneel with her boots behind me, as she hands me over to my new masters – the monks!

The chief monk – the abbot – holds a nasty-looking, multi-thonged scourge with knotted lashes in his right hand; it is coiled up, but one senses that might not be for long. My new monk-master raises his hairy, sandalled foot up into the air beneath my kneeling nose, a clear gesture for me to submit to him, and to kiss it.

Gingerly, I crawl forward through the monastery dirt and lower my lips to his manly, outstretched foot. His sandal-leather smells musty. I aim for the big toe – and specifically the toenail since, yellowing though it is, I cannot bring myself to touch another man’s toehairs with my mouth. And my new master’s feet are very hairy!

The toenail tastes flaky and rough – compared to my mistress Tiffany’s soft and pedicured toenails. But I keep telling myself that these are the feet of my better – a free man with a whip; a holy man; a man of God; a man fully deserving of my pathetic, male-footslavish devotion. For the second time today, I fight back tears.

The scene is watched over by another, more junior monk – a man I would subsequently come to fear. Brother Benjamin – a cruel and sadistic man, who I soon discover has a penchant for flagellation; giving, that is – not receiving! His smelly feet too shall know the humble feel of my lips in due course; and oftentimes.

But for now I must focus on the feet of the abbot-master in front of me; of the man holding the scourge. Behind me, I hear my mistress Tiffany giggle, as is her wont.

She will never enter a nunnery!











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