Douglass couldn’t believe this was happening. Was she really serious? Was she going to make him lick her… down there? Taking a seat in the chair Mildred said, “You can unpack my stuff later right now my feet are killin me.” She crossed her legs and took out a cell phone. As she saw Douglass still staring at her from the floor she said, “Do you want your ass beat boy? Take off my heels and rub my feet.” Douglass didn’t want to find out if she was being serious about beating him so he hurried over and with trembling hands took off her heels.
They were large broad dark feet. He scooted into position so he was under the crossed foot and began to rub them. “Really dig into the arches boy,” she demanded. He dug his thumbs in and she let out a small “hmmm” of pleasure. Dialing on her phone she started to talk to another woman. “Hey Brandy, how are you doin girl?” She nodded listening. Douglass wondered what they were talking about. “Well you ain’t gonna believe dis shit. They got me roomed up wit the whitest cracker I’ve ever seen.”
More talk on the other line, “Nah it’s all good. I put him in his place. He’s gonna be my bitch, I got him rubbin my feet right now.” Douglass grew red in the face. She was going to tell other people? As he listened on with horror it got worse, “Oh of course you can use him too, I’m gonna let any sistah on campus use my little bitch… and not just for aching feet we talkin full service.” Poor Douglass didn’t know what the think anymore. What were they going to make him do? Too timid to do anything else he just continued massaging her feet.
The conversation continued regarding more mundane things. Class schedules, the trip to the university, and shopping. After several minutes Mildred re-crossed her legs so Douglass could service the other foot. “So we still on for drinks tonight?” More talk from the other end, Mildred ended the call saying, “Hell yeah sistah, of course we getting drunk, it’s our first night at college! All right I’ll meet you in 30 minutes.”
Hanging up the phone she looked down at Douglass. “Shit you are terrible at this, you never touched a girl’s feet before?” Blushing furiously again he said, “N-No… I… uh I d-d-don’t t-t-talk to many girls.” Laughing at him she said, “Well I guess you need to be trained.” She instructed him on how she wanted him to rub her feet and then said, “Oh and boy kiss my feet too, nothin feels better then a nice tongue licking up my foot takin care of all that foot sweat.” He hesitantly stuck out his tongue and lightly licked her foot. It… well it tasted bad. He made a grimace and she said, “Hah you better get used to that boy.”
Mildred had him lick her large soles up and down and then she made him suck on her toes. She had red toe-nail polish on. “Yeah eat up all that foot sweat between my toes cracker.” Douglass hated having to do this, he hated being so powerless. If only he wasn’t so weak. If only he could stand up for himself. But he couldn’t he was afraid of her and so he licked and sucked her feet like a good little bitch. Her cell phone flashed, she had taken a picture of him doing this! Seeing his look of concern she said, “Oh don’t worry boy, I’m just gonna show my friends and maybe put it on my My Space.
Laughing at his consternation she said, “All right cracker enough of this I got to get going.” She ordered him to put on her heels and said, “My clothes are all in my suitcase, they need to be washed. There is a communal laundry room downstairs and I want them all clean and hung up by the time I get back. You got that?” He responded stuttering, “Y-Y-Yes.” She thought for a moment, “Call me Mistress Mildred.” He didn’t think he had a choice so he said, “OK uh, um, m-mistress M-M-Mildred.
Her full force slap across the face caught him completely by surprise. His glasses flew across the room and he tumbled to the floor. “Don’t be stuttering when you say my name bitch. You best be practicing how to say it while I’m gone.” With that threat she turned around and walked out of the dorm. Douglass felt his face burning from the slap, finding his glasses he looked in the mirror and could see her palm print red on his delicate skin. “What am I going to do,” he asked himself.
Well what he did was first unpack his things. He took out his tooth brush with the soft bristles and brushed his teeth. He wanted to get the taste of foot out of his mouth. He then unpacked Mildred’s belongings. She had brought two full suite cases; it would take several loads to complete. Sighing he started to organize the clothes by color. He had wanted to take a look at the campus’s library and maybe even start reading the text books before the class got started. It never hurt to do extra studying he found. But now those ideas were dashed it would take him all evening to finish with the clothes.
He was winded from carrying laundry. He was very weak, and had to use his inhaler each time he made that trip. It was 10:00PM before he finally finished everything. Completely exhausted he set aside the books he would need for tomorrow’s class and changed into his pajamas. Lying down to go to sleep he wondered how late Mildred would be out. Didn’t she know class started tomorrow? How could someone be so irresponsible as to not get a good nights sleep before class? He soon fell asleep.
Does morning come or is it interrupted for poor Douglass?
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