Jim 4

My life with Sara was a living miserable hell.

Every week I had to shave all my body hair. Every week my nails had to be painted. Every day I had to be dressed like a sissy from head to toe. She had even started applying makeup to me on certain days. Really it was just whenever she was bored and she felt like doing it. 

Sara now insisted I call her different names like "mistress" or "master" or "goddess." It was just another way to humiliate me. It didn't matter since I was gagged most of the time anyway.

One day I was cleaning around the house in a red bra stuffed with padding, red panties, and a garter belt with tan thigh high stockings and wedges, when "Goddess" Sara called me into the living room. 

"Take a break slave and come in here a minute."

I dropped what I was doing and walked into the living room. She had me kneel at her feet. "Rub them" she said.

I took one of her feet in my hands and began to massage it. She raised the other bare foot up into my face. 

"Deep whiffs" she said. I started sniffing her disgusting feet. I had no choice but to smell with my tape gag. "Deep, deep whiffs. Breathe in and out. In and out. Nice deep breaths. How do they smell?"

I groaned into my gag.

"Oh it's not that bad. It's just like cheese. Every likes cheese right? I like cheese. You don't like cheese? Just pretend it's a big piece of cheese."

I retched into my gag when she said that. The smell combined with her words would have made me throw up if it wasn't for that pesky gag. 

When I was done massaging her feet she took off my gag and I spit out her disgusting worn sock. She ordered me to get to work.

"Lick my soles" Sara said.

"Yes mistress Sara" I said. I licked her cheesy, salty soles.

"Now kiss them."

"Yes Master." I kissed her smelly soles.

"And kiss my heels" she said.

"Yes goddess Sara" I said and kissed her dry, smelly heels.

"Don't forget the arches" she said. I kissed her perfectly curved arches. Then she made me nibble on her toes and lick them.

"In between the toes!" she commanded. I licked between every gross, sweaty, smelly toe and swallowed anything I found. "Wolf it down! Scarf it! This is all your good for. Eating the scum between my toes." 

Four months passed since the day Sara had enslaved me. She had a surprise for me that morning. But first, breakfast and a quick trip to the bathroom.

Sara watched me that morning to ensure that I sat down while I went to the bathroom. I was still gagged at that point and I just grunted and groaned into my gag while I sat down to take a leak. I hated what Sara had reduced me to. I thought she was my friend but I guess I thought wrong. 

When we finished eating breakfast, she made me change my outfit. A black bra with padding, black panties, a white button up blouse and black skirt, and sheer black pantyhose. My fingernails and toenails were painted red that week.

Then she brought me into the room where I slept. She had an assortment of bondage gear just waiting on the bed. 

"Oh no" I groaned.

"Oh, yes" Sara said. My hands were cuffed behind my back. Then my ankles were cuffed together. I was laid out on the bed and she fetched a dirty worn sock of hers. She crammed it into my mouth. It was more than enough and my mouth was stuffed, but then she took a huge ball and stuffed it in, pushing the sock deeper in my mouth. She buckled the straps behind my head and told me not to go anywhere.

I spent my day like this while she went to work. She freed me when she got back but these were going to be my restraints from now on. She also had finger and toe cuffs. I didn't know when she was planning to use those but I was not looking forward to it. 

My hair was getting long but not long enough for her liking. She wanted me to keep growing it out. In the meantime I was forced to spend most of my days chained and gagged in my bedroom. 

Then Valentine's Day came around. I made her breakfast that morning wearing nothing but a pair of red panties, red pasties, and a garter belt with red thigh high stockings and my red open toed pumps. I looked utterly ridiculous. 

"I have a date tonight" Sara said. "So you're going to spend most of the day and night bound and gagged. But don't worry I shouldn't be back later than midnight."

Sara ballgagged me to stop my protests and gave me one chance to use the bathroom before she left to do errands and get ready for her date. I sat and started going to the bathroom. Sara monitoring me to make sure I was sitting again. 

"You're really getting used to this. I have really trained you well, slave. Oh, I can't wait until we get your hair done. I have so many plans in store for you."

I sobbed into my ballgag. 

I was cuffed in my room and left there for the day. I had no idea what I should do. Moving back in with my parents wasn't an option. I didn't have any other friends I could move in with. And since I spent all day as Sara's slave, I didn't have a job and I couldn't own money to afford a place of my own. She had me trapped.