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Chapter #13

Twin Foot Worship

    by: Carl Author IconMail Icon
There it was. Money. That was what it was all about. And I had plenty of that, more than they could surely know. And financial calculations and negotiation was what I was expert at, how I had earned my spurs.

"How much then?" I asked, assuming my professional voice. "How much will it take?"

"Money?" Rosa responded. "We don't want money. For something like this that would definitely be illegal, and I'm sure we'd be arrested and prosecuted for it somewhere down the line."

I was suddenly on less secure ground. "What do you want then?"

"Security." Rosa stated.

"And Service." Anita added.

"We have to be sure that we can stay here as long as we need." Rosa continued. "At least until we finish our schooling and get our feet on the ground after."

"But you already have my offer of that." I replied.

'Maybe, but this is our guarantee." Anita responded, smiling and holding up her cell.

"And the two of us have never had our own room ever, and usually we've had to share it with more than one." Rosa added. "So one of us is going to move into Maria's room and Maria is going to have the master bedroom."

"What about me?" I asked, completely perplexed about where this was all going.

It was Rosa's turn to smile. "Well this is a very comfy couch, or you can always put a cot in the study."

"And there's always the floor if you don't behave." Anita added.

"And speaking of Maria," Rosa resumed, "she works far too hard to come home and do any work here at all."

"Well, I agree with you on that." I answered, relieved to finally have something with which to do so. "We can all pitch in and help."

"I don't think so." Anita snapped. "We're far too busy for anything like that, with much more important things to do." She glared down at me. "That's all going to be your new job, Thomas. You're going to be the new maid here now."

I blinked my eyes rapidly a number of times for that register.

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard." I finally was able to utter.

"As ridiculous as this video?" she asked, holding up her phone once again. "Why with a few clicks we can have it on the world wide web, where I'm sure it will very quickly go viral for all your friends and business associates to see, laugh at, and enjoy."

I didn't have many, or any friends, but she had a point about business associates. Something like this could critically cripple any future financial endeavors I might envision. Clearly the boot was now on the other foot, or feet if you will.

"Don't fret though Thomas." Anita went on. "It won't be forever. We both fully intend to graduate and then go out and be as successful as you in the outside world. And when we do we'll take care of Maria as she's taken care of us all these years, and leave you alone here. We'll even leave you the video then. To do with whatever you might like." she added with a smirk. "But until then we all stay here with you as our maid ... or ..." She held up the cell phone one more time. She then put their cards on the table. "Do you agree?"

For the entire time that I was abasing myself at their feet I had had a strong physical stirring. Now, as I listened to my pathetic potential future laid out before me, deep inside, in ways that I couldn't yet quite comprehend, I felt a completely different type of stirring. I had to depressingly conclude that Maria had to be aware and be a part of all of this. As Anita had said, sisters as close as they had very few secrets. But this realization only made the stirring within me even more intense. It all seemed so unreal, so preposterous, but suddenly I knew I had no choice.

"I agree." I mumbled, bowing my head in surrender.

Anita let out a long breath I hadn't realized she had been holding. "Excellent." she exhaled. "You've made a wise decision. Thomas. But then again what other did you have."

She continued on with what seemed a more secure confidence. "And I think to better reflect our new circumstances here, from now on you will call us Miss Anita and Miss Rosa. Do you understand?"

"Yes." I muttered.

"Yes What." she said sharply.

I raised up my head. "Yes ... Miss Anita."

"Good. Very, very good." she purred. "Now that we have everything all settled I believe you need to get back to worshiping your betters and start licking our toes again, don't you think?" She raised one of her feet a few inches off the floor and slowly began rotating it. "NOW."

Thoroughly defeated and beaten down my face was drawn as if by a magnet with my outstretched tongue beginning to lap once again at her toes. Once I had completely laved all of that foot, she brought forth her other, and then Rosa included hers soon after for the same attention as they both giggled again above. As I was finishing with Rosa's second foot Anita brought her big toe to my lips and began to push it inward.

'I think you've also now finally earned the privilege of sucking on our toes, Thomas. So Suck."

And I did, taking in her big toe, swirling my tongue around it as I sucked, and then doing the same with all of the others on that foot and then her other before moving on to Rosa's.

"Suck, boy, Suck" they both exhorted as their giggles turned to laughter, running their free feet up and down the sides of my face, curling their toes through my hair and the back of my head and neck. And as their peals of laughter and derision rained down on me, while I continued to lick, slurp and suck, completely ensnared by my willing debasement, I

slowly came to face the devastating truth that this was not only where I belonged, but all that I would ever deserve. Or get.
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