I studied at the institute in the second year, when I received a letter from my school friend and my main rival. The fact is that we loved one girl, and everyone wanted to marry her. But she could not choose any of us and we lived in limbo. So, he wrote that my beloved girl was going to marry my good friend, although they know nothing at all. After that, I became depressed and kept thinking, how could I quickly go home and talk to my beloved. The mood was lousy, and it was even felt by the doctors, who gave me a certificate of overwork and let me go home for two weeks.

I do not remember how I drove to my hometown and called my beloved, arranging a meeting. She came to my house when no one was from her family. Right from the door, I received a resounding slap in the face and was knocked down on my knees by the blow of her pretty leg right in the groin.

- Who allowed you to come, you, where should be now?

- But you are getting married and not for me!

- So what if I promised you?

- No, but I waited and hoped.

- I would have waited at my institute.

- Well, what about you?

- And what am I, did I chase you?

I stared at her in bewilderment.

- So what should I do?

- After all, you were my slave, right?

“But I wanted to be around you all the time.”

- But I do not refuse you.

- What about her husband?

- And who will support me, he, at least with the money and has long been walking in my slaves.

- So you will leave me and yourself?

“Of course my little stupid boy and your friend too.”

- And what should we do?

“Okay, since you are already here, you will serve me together with your friend, you will do everything that I want.” And as a reward, I won't drive you back to the institute for these two weeks.

- What should I do?

“I have a list of things you should do and prepare everything as it should.”

I was in seventh heaven, my lady takes me to her family as a slave, and I can be at her feet all the time. After receiving the to-do list, I phoned my friend and my partner. The fact is that the wedding ceremony lasts in our city for quite a long time, and my lady does not like to stand for a long time. In addition, she loves when she is in a good mood, so that someone is under her legs. Therefore, we came to the registry office late in the evening and adapted the podium at which the ceremony was taking place to the needs of our mistress. Namely, we made under the podium two places for ourselves so that we could lie there, and our faces were on a level with the floor, covered with black transparent matter. And our lady could stand on us whenever she wanted. We each had a mobile phone, and we could receive commands from her.

The next day, early in the morning, the bell rang and I was called to the bride's house. Having arrived there, I met my friend. We were kneeling in a passer-by and waiting for orders. Mrs., apparently, was still asleep. Finally, the mobile phone rang, and we were called into the bedroom under the legs of the beautiful lady. At the “rug” command, we lay face down on the floor by the bed, and the lady lowered her legs to our faces, shivering from the morning chill. Putting her legs straight in the eyes, she stretched and snapped her fingers. After that, she got up, stepped over my friend and demanded a urinal. I raised myself, rested my hands behind my back, threw back my head and opened my mouth. Mistress lifted the hem of the negligee and sat on my ass.

A tight stream of bitter morning urine hit her mouth. I drank incessantly, trying to swallow slowly, so that the urine rinses well on my mistress's sex lips. When she finished, I tongue carefully smacked the entire crotch so that the pussy was clean. After sitting a little, the lady said that now she needed a toilet. My friend sat in the same position as I and she sat on his face, shifting his legs on me.Looking at me thoughtfully, she began to crap, and my friend took everything in himself. It has always been this way, our roles changed at the request of our lady. When she finished, he licked her ass for a long time until she was clean. After that, she sat for a long time in the bathroom under the shower on my friend, as on a high chair, and I washed, our lady's beautiful body, preparing her for the upcoming ceremony.

For some time she was resting on the bed, then she called us to her.

- I want to tell you, a hundred, you greatly upset me yesterday with your antics, you are my thing and should not do anything without my permission. For this you will be punished today, I will crush you like cockroaches, until I get tired. And I promise you that for two weeks you will not be able to appear in public, and if you have bruises and pass, I will reanimate them. And now marching to the floor, face down, I wanted to dance.

We knew that if face down, the dance would be in high-heeled shoes with steel stiletto heels, sharp as an awl. We lay on the floor, tightly pressed against each other.

- Lift your head and look at me - well, am I not beautiful?

Mrs. stood in front of us, spreading her beautiful legs and putting in front of us two crystal shoes, filled to the brim with cognac.

- Drink for my happiness, today I am kind.

When the brandy was drunk, the legs were in shoes, and we are under anesthesia. The music sounded, and the dance began, first in front of our faces on the carpet, then the legs spun down and the shoes were out of sight, but our backs immediately felt them. Cognac made itself felt, and the pain was not so acute. Heels began to torment our backs, tearing them to the blood at each turn. Our lady was always excited by the sight of blood, the movements became more and more sharp and strong. Suddenly the phone rang, the lady stopped without leaving us and began to talk, standing on one leg and twisting her heel with the second leg. The pain was wild, but sweet - it is the pain of the beloved mistress. Having finished the conversation, she left us, saying that her girlfriends broke off all her buzz and would soon come to wear her. Some time passed and the doorbell rang.

- You are both in the hallway and on your knees! You will meet my girlfriends and do whatever they say.

We silently crawled into the hallway and lay prone on the floor in front of the door. The lady opened the door, and the cheerful, noisy crowd of girls burst into the apartment, trampling along the floor as if on a rug, not at all embarrassed.

- So what are your slaves, come on, let's go, now we get to know them.

We realized that all the friends of our lady are the same as she. And this suggested that we would get today in full. Undressed, the girls kicked us drove into the living room. Let's crawl under the table, now we will celebrate an important decision of our beloved girlfriend. We climbed under the table and sat there, waiting for us to be. The girls, having fun talking, laid the table with wine and snacks, sat around the table, putting their legs straight on us. Their sharp heels painfully scratched our bodies, but it was impossible to dodge. Whose legs rested on the face, someone's lying on their shoulders, and someone's pressed on his chest or back.

Moreover, they did not sit quietly, so the heels all the time moved through us. From time to time someone kicked his feet with laughter, or something did not like. The face of me and my friend was already quite sensitively broken and scratched. The wine gradually began to act, the noise and laughter became louder, the kicking heels became more sensitive and voices were heard.

- Hey, there, under the table, why we sit like idols. Come on, start working. Quickly to us between the legs and start licking our pussies.

- But there are only two of them, and there are six of us. Okay, let them lick in order. Begin ...