Help Wanted

PART FOUR

 

            The next week was rather uneventful.  I was ordered around by the family, by Maria, but no one else was exposed to my submission and Jeff and Ann were relatively light on me as far as corporal punishment.  The twins were busy with activities and I didn’t see a lot of them, and on Thursday Jeff let it be known that they were letting up on the punishments because of Family Night which was going to be on Sunday.  This was definitely a double-edged sword, a respite from pain, but Sunday would be hellish. That would be the day when I would read off my demerits and be appropriately punished. It also meant that I was most likely in for a severe beating since they were concerned enough about my body to make sure it was healed and not bruised. 

            Again, Sunday was a day of tension as I wasn’t sure what to expect except that the meeting was schedule for four p.m.  When the time arrived, the family made themselves comfortable on the sofas and I served them soft drinks.  After telling me to kneel in the middle of the room, Jeff then stood up and in a semi-formal manner addressed the family as I knelt at his heels.  I was dressed casually in jeans, Tshirt and socks.  The rest of the family was also dressed casually and all were barefoot.

            “Obviously Mike here is more than our employee, he is our slave.”

            “No kidding, dad,” Nicole said.  “but why?”

            “With him, I think is some kind of genetic defect where he has this desire to serve others.  He realizes the fact the he is inferior to us, I know that might sound a little harsh, but let’s face it, we’re all not equal.  And in regards to Mike, he’s barely worth licking our feet so he should be grateful to be in our home.  Plus he got himself into a situation that resulted in our hiring him.  Initially we didn’t quite expect all of this…” Jeff rested his foot on my back.  “But it turns out we’re all quite suited for this.”

            “This is going to be great,” Jordan said, “no more picking up or cleaning.”

            “You guys need to be careful about what you say, having a slave is not exactly politically correct to say the least.”

            “We’ll just tell anyone who cares that he works for our family.  Considering that his son is such a pussy, no one will be surprised by that.”  Jordan was probably more arrogant than his father. 

            Nicole brightened, the ennui absent.  “I’ve got an idea, dad, why don’t we hire his son to work for us.  Like father, like son.  I’m sure he’s a natural just like his father.  He was always volunteering to do stuff for me though I wanted nothing to do with him.”

            “What do you think, Mike, should we hire Jonathan?”

            This was awful, I had a hard time explaining to my son why I was always at the Moore household, now this proposal.  “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea, Sir.”

            Jeff’s voice was angry.  “Are you saying that Nicole had a bad idea?”

            “Oh, no Sir, not that…I just…it would be so embarrassing.”     

            “Thinking of yourself again…tsk…tsk.”  Ann said condescendingly.

            “I think it’s a splendid idea,” Jeff said.

            “But he already has a job,” I protested.

            “Yes I know, works in the kitchen at the country club,” Jeff said.  “Tomorrow, I’ll see to it that he is fired, then you can make the proposal that more help is needed here.”

            I had no doubt that Jeff would have Jonathan fired as he was on the board of directors and well-connected at the club.  Jonathan had gone to work there so he could play the course once a week with the other employees after I was no longer able to afford the membership.  Jonathan was a pretty good golfer though not quite good enough to have played on the varsity squad. 

            “Also, in keeping with the family thing, we will eventually be introducing Mike to the rest of the family as our slave.”

            “I bet grandpa Charles will love kicking his ass,” Nicole said.

            “Yes, I’m sure mom and dad will have their fun with him,” Ann said.  Then added with a giggle, “I can see Dad taking him out to the barn, hanging him from a hook and taking a whip to him.  He used to talk about doing that to some of the workers he employed.  Maybe that’s where I got my sadistic side from.”

            “We’ll leave that for the future.  Right now, I thought it would be nice to have a proper ceremony to recognize our property’s new position.  We will begin by having slave Mike go to each of us, kiss our feet in proper adoration and respect, then pronounce his service for us.  You can handle that can’t you, slave?”

            “Yes, Sir.”

            “Then, begin with me.”

            Jeff planted his feet before me and I kissed them, then said, “Master Jeff, your lowly slave vows to do his best to serve you.  Thank you for allowing me to do that.”

            “We will see how long it lasts.”

            I crawled over to the sofa where Ann was sitting.  She looked smug and pleased as I approached her, then began shaking her head.  “No, no, not low enough.  Go back to Jeff, then crawl over again, this time on your belly like the slime you are.”

            “Yes, Mistress.”  I crawled back to Jeff, this time on my belly just to be safe, kissed his feet one more time, then returned to Ann.

            “Look, it’s a worm,” Jordan gleefully pronounced.

            “He’s not even that,” Nicole said, with that smug boredom that only a teenager can possess.  “He’s more along the level of the slime a worm creates.  Isn’t that right, mom?”

            Ann laughed.  “Yes, dear, I believe you are right.”  Ann, as she often did when excited or nervous, was bouncing her right leg which was crossed over her left.  I kissed her planted left foot, as the right foot kind of bounced off my head, then she stopped the leg bounce long enough for me to kiss the bottom of that foot.  “Thank you, Mistress Ann, for allowing this slime to serve you.  You are far too gracious to allow me this honor.”

            “You are right about that, slave,” she said before bopping me in the nose with her foot, bringing tears to my eyes.

            I then crawled the couple of inches to Jordan and kissed his feet.  “I hope I can please you, Master Jordan, I will do all I can for your pleasure.” 

            “Lift up your head.”

            I held up my head and looked up at the eighteen-year-old who glared down at me.  He took his feet and slapped each side of my face with the bottom of the corresponding foot, whacking my face back and forth several times, each slap with the bottom of his foot resulting in firmer hits than if it had been his hands.  “Boing…boing…boing…” he said as he did this much to the laughter and amusement of his family.

            “What do you say?”  Jeff asked sternly as he moved and sat next to his wife on the end of the sofa, putting his arms around her.   They would have appeared as the typical family except for the fact that I was on my belly kissing their feet.

            “Thank you, Master Jordan.  Please punish me as you see fit.”

            “Oh, I will, dirtbag.  As much as mom and dad will let me.”
            I had a sense of dread as I knew that he could be quite cruel.  I moved on to Nicole and kissed her feet offering her devotion and that I would work very hard for her.  Boredly she said, “Yeah, yeah, we will see.  You know what I feel like doing…” she looked over at Ann.  “Can I spit on him, mom?”

            “Sure, honey, if that’s what you want to do,” she said pleasantly as if Nicole had asked if she could have a cookie.

            “Look up, pig.”

            I looked up and was greeted by a wad of spit flying onto my face, most of it hitting my forehead then languidly dripping into my eyes.  She spit a few more times while laughing, the moisture hitting my face including my eyes and lips; it was dreadfully humiliating. 

            “Mind your manners, slave,” Ann said, the room suddenly quiet after their laughter of watching the spittle rain upon me.

            “Thank you, Miss Nicole.”

            “It’s Mistress Nicole,” she said.

            “Thank you, Mistress Nicole.”

            “That was interesting.”  Jeff said as if in deep thought.  “Mike, go to the kitchen and get a plate.”

            “Yes, Master.”  I quickly crawled to the kitchen and returned to the plate, holding it up for Jeff to take from me.  He immediately spat upon it.  Then again, and again, collecting phlegm.

            “That’s kind of gross, dad,” Nicole said.

            “Yes, but our slave is going to appreciate his position even more now.  Go ahead honey, add your contribution,” he said to Ann, handing her the plate.

            And so it went, the family handing down the plate until it was a liquid mess of spittle that I knew I would be faced with in a moment; just how, I wasn’t quite sure.

            “What a freakn’ mess,” Jordan said after Nicole contributed a large load of spit.

            “Yuch, now what?” Nicole asked, holding out the plate like it contained nuclear waste. “This is really gross.”

            “It’s time for Mike to do the dishes,” Jeff said.

            “Dad…are you really…?”  Nicole asked with awe in her voice.

            “Put in down there.  Lick it clean, slave.”

            I could feel my stomach begin to roil as I faced the viscous mess before me.  “Sir, I’m not sure…”

            Before I could finish my protest, Jeff had produced a crop from somewhere and jumped behind me and lashed my back viciously while saying, “You will do it now, slave.  Lick it clean.” 

            As he whipped me, Jordan put his foot on my neck and smashed my face into the spittle.   “Lick it, dirtbag.”

            I began the onerous task of licking their spit from the plate.  I tried blocking it from my mind, I tried to pretend it was a type of gourmet food, but the reality was, I was actually cleaning their disgusting spit from a plate, licking up the entire vile mess as the family talked among themselves ignoring what I was doing for them.  It took me several minutes to get all slime cleaned from the plate and I could barely keep myself from vomiting, but I knew if I began to wretch or vomit I would be punished for not appreciating their spit.

            “I imagined our toe jam doesn’t taste so bad anymore,” Jeff commented as I finished the plate.

            “Yes, you’re going to be closer to this family than you ever imagined,” said Ann.  “Consuming who knows what?  What do you say to that?”

            “It’s an honor, Mistress Ann, to be your servant, thank you so much for allowing me to consume your spit,” I lied.

            “Oh, they’ll be plenty of that.  With every meal I imagine.  Being the creative chef I am, I’ll create some kind of vile cruel for you, you know, spit, cold oatmeal, some yucky leftovers.”

            “Maybe even some piss,” Jeff added.

            “Dad, you are wicked,” Jordan said with admiration.

            “Yes, piss sounds like a good idea,” Ann agreed.  “The way I feel about you I’d even shit in it except that’s too disgusting even for me.  Plus, very unhealthy, as much as I enjoy torturing you, I don’t want to kill you.  At least not yet.”  Ann was now laughing.

            “All right, slave,” Jeff said, standing up, “return the plate to the kitchen and prepare for your atonement.”

            I took the plate to the kitchen, crawled back and knelt in front of the couch waiting while Jeff and Jordan discussed when his next baseball game was taking place.  “Strip,” Jeff ordered, in between his conversation with his son.

            I took off my Tshirt and shorts, then hesitated about the underwear, he couldn’t have wanted me to be naked in front of Nicole and Jordan.  “Everything,” he announced as if reading my mind.  I took off the underwear and added it the neat pile of clothes.  I was totally humiliated being naked in front of them.

            Jordan and Nicole both snickered when I finished stripping.  “What an ugly body,” Nicole sneered.

            “Yeah, old man,” Jordan said, “you ever hear of exercise.”

            “Yes, Sir, I have,” I said.

            “Then try it some time.”

            “Yes, Sir, I will.”

            “Jordan, I have an idea” Ann said, “you can be his trainer.  Work him hard, I want our property to look suitable for the Moore household.”

            “Oh yeah, mom, it will be my pleasure.  In fact, give me twenty-five pushups right now,” Jordan barked.  “Over here in front of me, kiss my feet each time you go down.” 

            I began my exercise, struggling through the pushups, I began to shake and tremble after only ten, Nicole said, “You are pathetic, you know that.  My poor brother has his work cut out for him.”

            “Feel free to discipline him as needed when you are training him,” Jeff said.

            I finally finished the twenty-five and my arms were exhausted and shaking.  “That’s enough for now, Jordan, we need to get started on his punishment.  Mike go stand in the middle of the room and begin reading from your journal of errors that you have committed.”

            Being so nervous, I could barely make out the words in my small notebook.  I started with the errors made at the grocery store, things left unclean or untidy, a whole litany of minor mistakes that Ann had nitpicked and fussed over.  Then I started on more serious errors, real or imagined behaviors where I was judged to be insufficient in showing respect, etc.  I could feel tears well up in my eyes as I noticed the family growing more perturbed as I read from the list, particularly Jeff.  When I finished, I was left to stand there for a long time while Jeff seemed to be considering my plight.

            “Disrespect for my family will not be tolerated,” Jeff started.

            “Sir, I would never disrespect anyone in your family.”

            “Shut up, I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

            “Of course not, Sir.  I apologize.”

            Jeff then went over and opened his briefcase which was on the kitchen counter.  “This is a little something I picked up the other day.”  I could see that it was a wooden paddle and he was slapping it against his hand.  “About once a month or so, this little baby will be used for to correct Mike’s misdeeds.  We will all have a turn with it and I expect our property will remember his behavior for the rest of the month.  I’d do it more often than monthly except I imagine Mike is going to be in rough shape after we are finished.”

            I began to tremble when he finished the statement and the room was eerily quiet.  Finally, the silence was broken by, “Who is going first?” Jordan asking the question.

            “Good question.  I figure we will let Ann have the honor of going last and finishing him off, particularly after we have him ready for her.  One of you kids can have the honor of going first.”

            “Can I…”  Jordan was beyond eager.

            “You okay with that, Nicole?”

            “I don’t care, I’ll get my time with him soon enough.”

            Jordan jumped up from the couch and walked over to get the paddle from his father.  “First,” Jeff said, “we’d better restrain him he said to his son as he handed him the paddle.  “Pull the ottoman into the middle of the room, slave” Jeff ordered.  I quickly obeyed and then was told to lay over the large piece of furniture.  Jeff then tied my wrists and ankles to the legs of the ottoman so I was stretched out and unable to move.  So there I was, tied down to the ottoman, stretched out naked before the audience that was ready to witness my pain and humiliation along with being eager participants.

            “This is awesome” Jordan said, “I can’t believe I’m about ready to paddle Mike.  You ever think that I would be doing that, old man?”
            “No, Sir.”

            “I bet not.  Are you ready for this?”
            “Not really, Sir.”

            “Too bad, because it’s time for a little beat down.”  Jordan moved behind me.  My hearts was pounding and I almost was hyperventilating with fear.  I could feel him lining up the piece of wood and then there was a sudden wisp of air movement followed by a resounding thwack to my ass, Jordan not even coming close to giving me a warm up.  The sound of wood against flesh echoed and I gasped from the sudden, searing pain.  “I guess those tennis lessons will pay off now,” Jordan said as he delivered another thudding blow against my ass.  I bucked against my bonds and could only think there was no way I was going to survive this; Jordan already had me in agony after two swats and there was three more people to go after he was finished.

            “Good thing we tied him down,” Jeff said casually.  The ottoman was turned sideways and I glanced over at the family sitting on the sofa. Again, they looked contented and like any other normal family, Ann snuggled into her husband’s arms, Nicole looking on with a feigned disinterest, arms folded over as she slumped back into the plump sofa.

            “Yes,” Jordan said as he hit me again, “I would say he would have a difficult time holding still without the restraints.  “Look at that, he’s already turning nice and red.”

            “He won’t be sitting on that ass for a while without discomfort” Ann commented, “and that’s good.  He’ll never forget his place with this family.”

            “Give it to him good, Jordan, you should see his face each time you hit him,” Nicole said.

            “Yeah, I’ve been messing around too much with the pussy, time to get going.”  Jordan then began rapidly and firmly bringing the paddle down on me, time and time again, I jumped, moaned and then finally began crying out loudly from the pain.

            “Yeah, that’s music to the ears,” Jeff said as I reacted to the pain.  “Make him suffer, son, make him suffer.”

            After about five minutes of this brutal beating, Ann finally said, “You’d better stop, Jordan, we’ve got three more of us to go.  We don’t want to send him to the ER.”

            “Oh man, but this is so much fun. Can’t I give him a little more?”

            “Three more, Jordan,” Jeff said, “you’ll have numerous opportunities to beat him in the future.”

            “All right.”  Jordan’s voice was etched with disappointment.  He gave me three hard whacks and I could feel my ass already swelling, tears were running down my face and I was howling with agony.  I could feel myself panicking with the thought of the additional beatings being administered by the remainder of the family, I was hoping for mercy of some sort if not simply that they wouldn’t kill me.

            “I’m next,” Nicole said gleefully as she got up from the sofa and walked over to Jordan who handed her the wicked paddle.

            “Have fun, sis.”

            “I will, though I think Mike here is the one having all the fun.  After all, he is getting all the attention.”

            I was trying to hold in my anxiety, but I couldn’t, the fear and the pain was too much.  “Please, mercy, please, mercy,” I kept repeating as if the mantra was going to save me.

            “Mercy?  I haven’t even got started.”  Nicole was incredulous at my pleading.

            “I can’t take it.  I’ll do anything if you’ll stop.”
            Nicole simply laughed at my pleading.  “You’ll do anything anyway, you don’t have much choice anymore.  What do you think, dear family, should I have any mercy?”

            “Fuck no,” Jordan said.

            “Watch your language, Jordan,” Ann said, as if his use of the word fuck was more outrageous than the fact that I was naked before them and her son had just beaten the shit out of me.  “And as for mercy, no, go ahead, Nicole, this is meant to be an unforgiving lesson.  In fact,” Ann stood up and walked over before me, I was shaking with fright.  “That’s right, shake with fear, I want you to fear us, to know that the slightest degree of disobedience will mean punishment.”  Ann slapped me viciously across the face.  “I don’t want you every questioning us again.”  Another wicked slap.  “Do not ever ask for mercy again.”  She slapped me again, her sadistic nature seemingly flaring up under the situation.  “Give him five hard ones now, darling.” 

            “Sure, mom.”  Nicole let loose with the paddle and a struck my aching ass five times, I could feel myself getting wobbly and about to pass out.  Ann had returned to the sofa, I could see her crossed over leg bouncing up and down once again as was her mannerism when agitated.  “He’s getting purple back here.”
            “Good,” Jeff said, “keep going, hun.”

            “With pleasure.”  Nicole began paddling me again, and sure enough, the pain became overwhelming and I lost consciousness for a moment.  The next thing I knew Jeff was standing in front of me telling me to wake up.

            When I finally did, he said, “Did you get permission to pass out?”

            “No, Sir,” I gasped.

            “Then why did you do it?”  I could see a grin starting on Jeff’s face when he looked back to the family as if he knew the question was impossible to answer.

            “I’m sorry, Sir.”  I was totally devastated.

            “Since you are such a pussy, I guess that Mistress and myself aren’t going to be able to fully enjoy ourselves.”

            “I’m disappointed in you, slave” Ann said as she got up from the couch.  She walked behind me and chuckled, “He’s beginning to bleed too.  We’ll have to stop.”  Yes…I felt relief that the paddling might have been over.

            “I’m sorry, dear,” Jeff said to his wife.

            “It’s okay, we’ll just have to play the crab game.”

            Panic began again.  Not the crab game; despite my fear, I knew to say nothing.  “Good idea.” Jeff began untying my arms.

            “What’s the crab game?” Nicole asked.

            “You’ll see soon enough.”  Jeff had quickly untied me.  “Assume the position.”

            I was stiff and in pain and it was difficult to move, yet I creakily assumed the position, my crotch available and naked before the entire family.  “Too cool,” Jordan said as his mother lined up.  “I can’t believe my parents are so fucking mean.”

            “Language, Jordan,” Ann said curtly.  She took her foot and gave a quick thrust to the testicles.  The small movement bringing further agony as I yelped before squirming with pain as everyone laughed.

            “Ah, what’s the matter, piggie, does that hurt?”  Nicole said.

            Jeff then took a kick and said, “You’d better not pass out on me again, Mike.”

            I screamed with agony and gasped for breath from his hard kick as Ann put her foot directly on my face to hold me down for the next kick from her husband.  Again, the pain was searing and I wanted to vomit it hurt so much as laughter from my tormentors echoed in the background of my agony.

            “All right, your turn, Ann.  It’s almost time for your television show and I’m sure you don’t want to miss it, even though this is a lot of fun.”

            “True dear, we could TIVO it, but there will be plenty of time to torment Mike in the future.”  Ann and Jeff switched places, Jeff planting his big foot right on my face as Ann positioned herself at my crotch.  “Just a couple of kicks, Mike,” Ann said pleasantly, “no big deal.  I’m feeling kind at the moment.”

            No big deal? Kind?  “What do you say?” Jeff barked at me.

            “Thank you, Mistress for your kindness.”

            “You’re welcome.”  Then came the kick, which was anything but kind.  Then one more kick with Jeff lifting his foot off of me after it which signaled that my punishment was finished.

            “Slave, thank each of us for your first Family Night punishment,” Jeff told me as he embraced Ann and kissed her.  Ignoring me, I kissed his feet then hers as they kissed each other, then I crawled over to Nicole and Jordan and kissed their feet and thanked them.  “What do you think, kids, did you like that?”

            “That was way cool, dad,” Jordan said.

            “No kidding, I don’t think I could ever get tired of doing that,” Nicole said.

            I was completely spent and my entire body ached from the beatings and kicking.  I wanted nothing more than to go to sleep and forget what my life had become now that I worked for the Moore family.  But I had work to do, cleaning, putting things away and continued waiting upon the family as they requested snacks and drinks.  Since starting with the household, everyone, particularly the children, left clothes and trash everywhere as it was expected that I would quickly clean up after them.  The job seemed endless and I felt I was deep into whatever hole I had created for myself.  I seldom went home and my son was growing more concerned with my extended absences even though it meant he had the apartment for himself.

            Monday offered a surprise when after serving the family dinner, Jeff announced that he was going to let me go home that evening, and it was going to be as soon as I cleaned up.  I quickly performed my duties and was ready to leave before seven.  The family was in the front room when I kneeled before Jeff and asked to be dismissed.

            “May I now leave, Sir?”           

            “Did you get all your work done?”

            “Yes, Sir.”

            “All right.”  Jeff then reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet.  “I want you to buy a couple of hamburgers or something for you and your son.”

            Jeff was being almost normal and kind, I had an inkling of what was up.  Jeff held up the money, “I haven’t paid you lately, have I?”

            “No, Sir.”

            Jeff then threw some of the money on the floor.  “Pick it up…with your mouth.”

            I crawled around on the carpet picking up the twenty dollars that Jeff had thrown on the floor, two fives and ten singles.  Jordan and Nicole were laughing as I scrambled to pick up the money as they yelled at me to hurry up.  I kept dropping the bills as I wasn’t able to keep all the money in my mouth and this irritated Jeff.  “What kind of gratitude is that, dropping my hard-earned money on the ground?  Pick it up!”  Jeff snapped.

            I was trying my best to cram the dirty wad of cash in my mouth when Jeff jumped up from the couch as a riding crop magically appeared in his hand.  It seemed anymore that in the Moore household a crop was always at hand.  He snapped it onto my deeply bruised ass and I howled with pain, again my suffering punctuated by more laughter.  “Get out of here, fuckhead.”  I started to crawl out of the room.  “One other thing, your son is out of a job.  We’ve got one here for him.  I expect you to follow through with this.”

            “Sir, my son?...Please….”

            Jeff slapped my face.  “Are you going to dispute my authority again?”  Another slap.  “Don’t you ever learn?”

            Both blows smarted greatly and I felt like he had left an imprint of his hand on my face.  There was no use in arguing, and with all the video evidence they now held against me, I felt it was better to let Jonathon witness my situation rather than the entire world being witness to what I had become at the hands of the Moore family.

            I stopped and bought a couple of hamburgers with the money Jeff had given me.  Arriving at my apartment, I was depressed to see the deteriorating condition of the building.  I entered the apartment.  Jonathon was sitting on our used couch, watching television and drinking a diet soda.  He was quite surprised to see me.  “Dad, what are you doing here?”  He looked upset, almost like he had been crying.   I knew that Jonathon was a sensitive boy, and it wouldn’t have surprised me if he had been in tears.

            “I got the day off a little early.”

            “Oh.”  Jonathon was disappointed.  “I thought maybe that you had quit…though…”  Jonathon drooped his head in sadness.  “It’s probably good that you didn’t…”  His voice trailed off and I knew what he was about to say.  “I got fired today.”  He was ready to cry.  “I don’t know why, I really needed that job for college.”

            “I’m sorry to hear that, Jonathon.”  Reeling in my mind were the thoughts of the future and what Jeff and his family wanted me to do.  I would hope that they would be a little easier on him, let him witness his dad’s degradation rather than be a part of it.

            “What am I going to do?  I need that money for school.  Do you have enough to help me?”

            “I’m sorry, but with my Joann’s alimony, child support for her daughter and the massive cut in income of late, I don’t.  You know I would help if I had it.”  Yes, it was true, I had agreed to pay Joann child support even though her daughter wasn’t my child and her daughter was nearly twenty-one.  By the time she turned of age and the support was due to stop, the money from my savings would be completely gone.  It was a stupid, and now I see, a submissive act to agree to such a thing, but it seemed a simpler solution to a nasty divorce at the time.  Money I could have used for my own son was being drained to pay for Joann’s daughter.

            “I know dad.”

            I looked at my son.  He was tall and lanky, a little bit of an acne problem, smart, not socially graceful.  If I was to be honest, he was a nerd, and I couldn’t believe it, but I was ready to take the plunge, I had to please my owners.  “Jeff was just asking if I knew anyone that need a job.  What about that?”

            “Jeff?  He wants both of us to work for him?”

            “Well, he didn’t say you specifically,” I lied, “but I’m sure he would at least talk to you about it.” 

            Jonathon was staring at my face.  “Is that a mark on your face?”
            I turned red with embarrassment.  “I don’t think so, I did bump the door of my car getting into today.”

            Jonathon didn’t exactly buy it, but I had been so different since serving the Moores that I don’t think anything would have surprised him.  “Would he expect me to put in the same kind of hours?  How much would I get paid?”

            “I don’t know anything about the details; you’ll have to get that from Jeff.”

            “Well, I really need the money.  I can’t even play golf for free anymore.”  Jonathon shook his head.  “I just don’t understand it, why did they have to fire me.  They wouldn’t give me a good reason.”

            “I don’t know, son, sometimes things just don’t work out the way you expect.”

 

I was at the Moore household at five a.m.  The house was a total mess and I worked quietly until it was time to serve everyone their breakfast.  After serving the twins, I entered the master bedroom, an apt term in this household, knelt down and held up the tray with their breakfast and coffee.  I was nude as I only wore clothes when around visitors, otherwise, I was expected to be naked.  I had already awakened Jeff and Ann by sucking on their toes as I did every morning before I fixed their breakfast.

            As usual, I held the tray as they ate and talked to each other as if I wasn’t there.  I had become somewhat of an object to them, a convenience and except for giving orders or punishing me, they paid little attention to me.  After about ten minutes, Jeff addressed me.  “What did he say?”

            “I believe he will call you today, Sir.”

            “You believe?”  Jeff shook his head in disgust.  “He’d better is all I’ve got to say.”

            “Yes, Sir.”
            “You disgust me.  Get out of here before I decide to beat your ass.”

            I quickly crawled out knowing that my bruised bottom needed relief, not further punishment.  The rest of the morning was uneventful as I continued my household duties without further trauma to my body as everyone was off doing their own thing.  I enjoyed the solitude and doing my menial chores without fear of punishment.  Dinner time finally arrived, Jeff and Ann before coming home a half hour before I served them their meal.  The twins were still off with friends and I was enjoying my daylong reprieve from them.  About halfway through serving the meal, as I was pouring more water for Ann, Jeff cheerily said, “Guess what, Mike, I received an interesting phone call.”

            I didn’t say anything, but from the glee in his voice and the look on his face, I figured it had been Jonathon.

            “Aren’t you interested in the call?”

            “Of course, Sir, may I ask who called?”  I asked in my most polite tone of voice.

            “Why of course you can ask, stupid.  It was Jonathon.  Funny thing, he told me he lost his job and couldn’t understand why.  God, he sounded pathetic, just like his old man.”  In a mocking, whiny voice Jeff continued.  “Do you think you might have a job for me, Mr. Moore,” he sniveled, “my dad said you might have something for me.”

            Ann was grinning at her husband.  “What did you tell him, dear?  Do you?”

            “Well first, I had to teach him a little respect.  Do you have a job for me, sir,” I told him, it was great listening to the loser repeat it back with the sir.  We’ll have him trained in no time, won’t me, Mikey?”

            “I suppose, Sir.”  I was regretting the decision to get Jonathon involved in this though I kept telling myself I had no choice.

            “Don’t worry, we’ll go slow in the beginning.  Let him get accustomed to the idea of being a slave, though it didn’t take long for you to figure out your place in life, did it?”

            “No, Sir, it didn’t.”

            “No, it didn’t you slimy, foot-licking piece of crap.  Hurry and clean up this mess, your son will be coming over soon for his interview.”

            “Tonight, Sir?”
            “That’s right, slave, tonight.”

            I couldn’t believe this was already happening, Jonathon was a gentle person and with this family I knew he would be kneeling next to me in no time.  It was going to be horrendously embarrassing for me for him to witness my situation and the only thing I was thankful for at the moment was the twin’s absence and that they wouldn’t have a chance to start in on him.  Seven o’clock rolled around, the doorbell rang and Ann gleefully called out for me to answer it; I knew it was Jonathon not only because no was expected and Ann sounded too happy as normally an unexpected doorbell ring would have pissed her off.

            I was now dressed and glumly walked to the door.  Standing there was Jonathon.  He was dressed in his “interview” clothes:  black slacks, white dress shirt, a cheap tie, polished dress shoes.  “Hi, you decided to give it a try?”

            “Yeah, there isn’t a lot of jobs around for my age right now.  And, Jeff, said that he would work around my schedule and might eventually work into something for the future, even post college.”

            Yes, it certainly could, I pondered, but not the way Jonathon was thinking.  “It’s Mr. Moore, not Jeff, Jonathon,” I reminded him, knowing that the Moore’s could hear our conversation.

            “He does have a couple of businesses that are very successful, right?”

            Unlike you, dad, I’m sure he wanted to add.  “Yes, Mr. Moore is quite successful,” I agreed.  I looked at my watch.  Seven o’ three.  Hurry up.” 

            Jonathon looked at me strangely.  “It’s only a couple of minutes after seven, dad.”

            I nodded and said impatiently, “Take off your shoes and follow me.”

            “Mr. and Mrs. Moore, Jonathon is here.”  I led Jonathon to the family room where Ann and Jeff were lying on the sofa watching television, neither bothered to pay attention to us.

            “Have him wait in the office.”

            “Yes, Sir, Mr. Moore.”  I led Jonathon into the downstairs office.  There were the usual two chairs, one behind the desk, one next to it.

            Jonathon whispered to me, “Boy, dad, you’re so formal with them.  Mr. Moore?  Sir?”

            It was only the beginning, I’m sure my son could sense my anxiousness.  “Like you want to be, I’m their employee.  It’s a matter of respect.  Wait here and don’t be impatient.”

            “Okay.”

            “And don’t touch anything.”  I left the room and went out to where my owners were lazing back on the sofa.

            Jeff looked up and crooked his finger at me.  When I got in front of him, he quietly said, “Kneel.”  I knelt in front of him fearing that Jonathon might come out of the office and see me, but I had no choice but to obey my Master.  Jeff smiled evilly at me.  “Everything in order?”

            “Yes, Sir.”

            Jeff held up his sock clad foot for me to kiss.  “Good.  Go do your work and we’ll call you when needed.  Be sure to listen closely for us.  In fact, I want you by the door, discreetly, listening to our conversation.  You actually have permission, no make that a command, to eavesdrop.”

            “Yes, Sir,” I said, kissing Jeff’s other foot.  I went back to work as Ann and Jeff watched television and made Jonathon wait.  It was seven-thirty before they left the couch to talk to Jonathon, they had already made him wait over twenty-five minutes and I was a little surprised that he hadn’t come out of the office to see what was taking so long.  Ann and Jeff went into the office and I snuck along outside where I could hear, but not be seen.

            “Hello, Jonathon,” Jeff said.

            “Hi, thanks for giving me the interview.”

            “Sure.  That’s my chair, Jonathon, sorry, but you are going to have to stand for this, we only have the two seats.”

            “No problem, Jeff.”

            Oh no, not Jeff.

            “Uh, Jonathon, it’s Mr. Moore and Mrs. Moore.  This is a professional situation.  I know we’ve known each other a long time, but we don’t forget that this is a real job we’re talking about.”

            “Okay, I understand.”  Jonathon stuttered.

            “Yes, Sir, is better.”

            “Yes Sir,” Jonathon quickly agreed.

            “Mike get in here,” Jeff yelled.

            I quickly ran in.  Jeff was sitting at his desk, his feet up on it, Ann in the chair, legs crossed, looking on with amusement as Jonathon stood before the couple, Jonathon looking frightened.  “Yes, Sir, Mr. Moore?”

            “I’m thirsty.  Get me some water.  Anything for you, honey?”

            “No thanks, dear,” Ann sweetly said to Jeff.

            “Go.”  Jeff ordered.

            I quickly fetched the water, putting in a slice of lemon for my Master.  As I sat it down on the desk, I heard Jeff asking Jonathon why he wanted the job.  As my son gave a stock answer, Jeff knocked a pen off the desk and onto the floor as if by accident when reaching for his water.  I was sure it wasn’t an accident.  “Whoops.  Mike, pick that up.”

            “Yes, Sir,” I answered.  The pen had rolled under Ann’s crossed over leg and as I bent down to pick it up, Ann made no effort to move.  As I reached for it, Ann’s foot was essentially on my back, a quick symbol of my status and demonstration for my son. “Here you are, Sir,” I said handing him the pen.  “Anything else?”

            “Yes,” Ann said, “I decided I would like a glass of water.”  She arrogantly snapped her fingers and said, “Hurry up!”

            “Yes, Ma’am,” I said, turning red with embarrassment.  They weren’t wasting time in demonstrating that I was their lackey.

            “All right, now where were we?” Ann said smugly.  “You were telling us why we should consider you to work for us.”

            I ran out of the room feeling humiliated and for a moment, thought about rebelling and getting myself and Jonathon out of there.  But it was too late.  Most of me perversely liked being their slave, plus there were the tapes.  There was even a little bit of me that wanted Jonathon to submit to them.  He was of my blood, somewhere in those genetics there had to be the same desire to submit.  Returning to the room, Ann snapped, “Put it down there,” as she pointed to a spot on the desk.  “That’s all.  Leave.”  She continued watching Jonathon as I retreated from the room and went back to listening.

            “You do understand, Jonathon, that if you take the job, you will not only be working for me, but for Mrs. Moore and possibly the kids.  You have known Nicole and Jordan for a long time haven’t you?”

            “Yes, Sir, Mr. Moore, since grade school.”

            “And would you have a problem working for them?”

            “Uh, I guess not.”

            “You guess?”

            “No, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

            “Maybe this job isn’t for you.  You don’t sound positive about it.”

            “Oh, no, Mr. Moore, I’d really like it.  How much does it pay?”

            “Fifteen dollars an hour. But you haven’t convinced me you are the right person for the job.”

            That was pretty good money for Jonathon and I suspected he might get a thrill out of working for Nicole.  I didn’t want to think about what Jordan might do to him.  “I’ll work real hard, Mr. Moore.  I’m responsible and honest.”

            “You wouldn’t have a problem picking up our dry cleaning or washing the cars?”

            “Oh, no, Sir, I don’t mind at all.  We all have to start somewhere.”

            “What do you think, Ann, should we give him a try?”

            “Tell you the truth, honey, I’m not convinced.  I mean, it would be great to find someone who could eventually work into our businesses, but I’m not sure that Jon is even capable of fetching us a cup of coffee.”

            Jeff laughed.  “Oh, come on now, dear, I think Jonny can manage that and more.  I even have an idea, maybe we should give him a little test.  Are you up for that, Jonny?”

            Jonathon hated being called Jonny, and I dreaded what kind of test Jeff might dream up for him.

            “Sure, Mr. Moore, like what?”

            “I’m sure Mrs. Moore could use something from the grocery store.  We’ll give a little list and see how you handle it.  I know it doesn’t seem like much, but it’ll show us how you approach your job.  It will show if you take even the small, dumb ass tasks seriously, everything is in the details.”

            “No problem, Mr. Moore.”

            “Got something you need, darling?”

            “I suppose.”

            “Here write it down.”

            There was a pause of silence, then, Jeff said.  “All right, Jonny, here you go.  Here are a few twenties to pay for it.” 

            I slid into the kitchen before Jonathon came out of the room.  “Hey, dad.  They’re giving me a test,” he said when he saw me.

            “Really?  A test?  I’m sure you’ll have no problem with it.”

            Jonathon was looking at the list, concern on his face.  “She wants that?”

            I wasn’t about to ask what that was.  “If you want the job, just get whatever they want.”

            Jeff and Ann emerged from the office.  “You’d better get moving, Jonny, time counts.”  Jeff said, displeased to see that he was talking to me.

            “Yes, Mr. Moore, I’m out the door.”  Jon ran over and quickly put his shoes on and exited the house.

            Jeff walked over to me and slapped me across the face.  “Did you get permission to talk to him?”

            “No, Sir,” I said, trembling in fear.

            He slapped me again.  “Don’t you think for one second that you can slack off just because your son is here.”

            “No, Master, I know better.”  I dropped to my knees and began kissing his feet.  “Please, Sir, forgive me, please.”

            “Head up.” 

            I looked up as he gave me another slap.  “Don’t let it happen again.”

            I returned to my duties while Master Jeff went into the office to do some business.  Twenty minutes later, Jonathon returned to the house carrying a couple of bags of groceries.  Ann told him to take the groceries to the kitchen where she would assess his performance. 

            “Take each item out and place it on the counter,” Ann told him as she stood right behind Jonathon.  I was dusting in the living room and watching the proceedings per my owner’s instructions.

            Jonathon took out a bottle of wine, Ann immediately snatched it up and checked the label.  “Yes, correct vineyard, but wrong year.”

            “But they didn’t have the year you wanted, Mrs. Moore.”

            “I don’t want excuses Jonathon.  Next time call.  You do have a cell phone, correct?”

            “Yes, Mrs. Moore, but I don’t have very many minutes on the plan.”

            Ann gave a look of pity.  “Your destitute father couldn’t afford any, huh?”

            I could see Jonathon glance at me with embarrassment.

            “Uh, it’s not that.”

            “Then what is it?  You’re still in school, correct?  Your dad still helps you financially, doesn’t he?”

            “Not really, Mrs. Moore.”  Jonathon gave me a helpless look.

            Jeff returned to the kitchen.  “Jonathon is back.  How did he do?”

            Ann shook her head.  “He got the wrong wine for starters.  I told him he should have called when he couldn’t find the right one, but he mumbled something about not having enough minutes and that his father doesn’t support him.”

            I wanted to interject that it wasn’t because I didn’t support him, but I knew to keep silent.

            Jeff kind of laughed.  “True, Mike doesn’t have much money, that’s why he works for us now.”  Jeff pulled a roll of money out of his pocket.  “Here you go, son, buy yourself some minutes.  I want you to do well, I want you to have this job.”  Jeff handed Jonathon some money.

            “Geez, Mr. Moore, two hundred dollars?”

            “It’s nothing, Jonny.  But if something like that happens again, you’ve got to get in touch with us.  I don’t want you doing anything on your own.  How did the rest of it go?  Find everything?”

            “Yes, Sir.”

            Ann began pulling out more items.  It was like the first time I went to the store for her, and I could sense that Jonathon was nervous.  She held up an apple.  “Not bad.”  Then she pulled out a few more items that passed her inspection.  As she neared the end of the items, I could see that Jonathon was beginning to relax.  Then Ann suddenly stopped and shook her head like she had discovered dog shit in the bag.  “What is this?”  Ann held up a box of tampons. 

            “It’s the tampons, you asked for, Mrs. Moore,” Jonathon stuttered.

            She made him buy tampons, embarrassing, and not a surprise.

            “No, it’s the wrong kind.  Right brand, yes, but wrong kind.”  Ann looked perturbed.

            “I’m sorry, Mrs. Moore.”

            Jonathon was a pathetic as me, I could see that Ann was enjoying this.

            She waved him off dismissively.  “That’s okay, your father will return them and get the right ones.  At least he knows how to do that right.”

            “Okay, Jonathon, give Mrs. Moore and me a moment to talk this over.”  They went into the office.

            Jonathon looked at me.  “They’re picky, huh dad?”
            I just nodded my head fearing to speak.  There were a few awkward minutes before the couple came back out of the office.  “Congratulations, Jonny, you’ve got the job,” Jeff said.

            “But you are on probation.  Too many mistakes and you’ll lose the job.”

            “I understand, Mrs. Moore.”

            “We’ll see.”

            Jeff said, “I want you to come to my Valley office tomorrow.  Nine o’clock sharp, we’ll get started.”
            Jonathon actually looked happy.  “Thank you, I will work hard for you.”

            “Oh you will,” Ann said ominously, “Harder than you can imagine.”

            With that, Jonathon left the house, saying he’d see me later.  After he was gone, I was summoned to the feet of my Masters.  “It won’t be long, shithead, until he’s kneeling right beside you, kissing our feet, begging for our mercy.  He’s such a fuckn’ loser, just like his old man,” Jeff said.

            I didn’t say anything as I questioned my existence.

            “So, what is your son?” Jeff asked.

            I knew what he wanted me to say.  “Please, Sir, not my son.”

            Jeff smacked me on the back of my head.  “You know better.  Say it.”

            “My son…is a…loser.”

            “Again, shithead,” Ann said.  “Without hesitation.”
            “My son is a loser.”

            “No doubt about that,” Ann agreed.  “I wonder if he’ll like eating our toe jam as much as you, slave,” Ann continued, bringing her toes up to my mouth to kiss and suck.  “Maybe we’ll have a weekend where you two will live off of nothing but our family’s body fluids.  Spit, sweat, piss, toe jam, all things lovely.  Would you like that, shithead?”

            “I guess, Mistress.”

            “You’re not lying to me, are you, slave?”

            “No, Mistress, it would be an honor to receive that from you.”

            “Whatever. Finish your chores, then go home.  Bond with your fellow slave.”  Ann laughed.  “This is going to be so good.  Wait till the twins get a hold of him.”

            Arriving back at our depressing apartment, Jonathon was watching a baseball game on television, still wearing his “interview” outfit.  “So, what did you think?”

            “It was a little weird and kind of embarrassing, but it’s a job and I need the money.”  Jonathon brightened a little as he held up the money Jeff had given him.  “Two hundred dollars, that was really generous of him.”

            “Yes, the Moores can be a little intense and I guess generous too.”  I looked at the money in Jonathon’s hand and knew it was just another way for Jeff to put me down.

            “They seem to have you hopping around a lot.  It’s kind of a menial job.”

            “Yes, it’s menial.  But like you said, it’s a job.  I’m old, Jonathon, not formally educated, I take what I can get at the moment.”

            “But you’re a good writer.  You used to be so successful.  Now, look at you, returning tampons for Mrs. Moore.  And, what’s with this Mr. and Mrs., we’ve known them forever.”

            “They are trying to keep things professional.  Look, I work for them, that’s the situation.  Mr. Moore is generous enough to give you a job that pays pretty well, so I would do my best to keep it.  Besides, you’ll probably get a chance to hang out with Nicole, she’s a real hottie.”

            “I’m a little worried about that, she used to be kind of mean to me in the past.”

            “Don’t worry about it.  Get some sleep, you want to be sharp tomorrow.”

 

I was busy hand washing Mistress Ann’s panties when the doorbell rang.  I was wearing what was now my “uniform” for regular visitors:  black slacks, white shirt and tie.  I answered the door and standing there was Ann’s mother, Roselyn.  She looked me up and down.  “My, you look spiffy.  Ann said she was working on getting you into more presentable shape.”  Roselyn stepped into the house.

            “Yes, Mrs. Harrison, I appreciate all she does for me.”

            “You should.  From the sound of it, without her and Jeff’s generosity you would be out on the street.  Or maybe in jail for back alimony and child support.”

            “Yes, Ma’am, I’m very lucky.”  Child?  I kept fuming thinking about Joann’s daughter and the money she had drained from me.

            Roselyn was an elegant and wealthy woman.  In her Sixties, she had kept herself in good shape, she was thin, her gray hair perfectly coiffed, always immaculately dressed.  Today, she was wearing a silk blouse, black slacks, Gucci loafers on her feet.  Diamonds in her ears and on her fingers revealed her wealth along with the tailored clothes.  She was formidable and direct.  She had always been cordial to me, though typically cold; I never thought she really liked me.

            Roselyn sat on the bench next to the door as Ann came over and greeted her mother.   “Hi, mom, I’m glad you could make it.  Take off her shoes,” Ann commanded me as she hugged her mother.

            I knelt down and removed the loafers from Roselyn’s feet as she said, “This must be quite a come down for you, Mike.  From being a somewhat successful television writer or whatever it was you did, to being my daughter’s and son-in-law’s butler.”

            “I’m just grateful to have a job, Mrs. Harrison.”

            “I’m sure you are, dear,” she said, using my shoulder to push herself up from the bench.  She looked down at me, her blue eyes cold and penetrating.  “You know, Mike, I never understood why Ann and Jeff remained friends with you so long.  I know your kids grew up together, but still,” she shook her head, “you never were made out of the same stuff that they are.  They’re smart, successful, while you were lucky there for awhile.  Now, you’ve found your true calling I believe.  My husband Richard eats fools like you for lunch, just as Jeff and Ann have.  Not to be rude, dear, but we’re superior to you.  Some are born to rule, others serve.  Do you understand that?”
            By now I had my head bowed and was staring at the black cashmere socks on her feet.  “Yes, Ma’am.”

            “Look at me when I speak to you!”  I looked up at her furious eyes.  “You’ll never have the finer things in life. You will always be less than my family.  The same with your son, I could always tell he was way outclassed by Nicole and Jordan.  Look at my shoes that you just took off of my feet.  Gucci loafers.  Do you know how much they cost?”
            “Not really, Ma’am.”  Why was she doing this lecture at the door?

            “Five hundred dollars.  Probably more than you make in a week now.  Do you think you’ll be buying a pair of Guccis?”
            “No, Ma’am.”

            “Of course not, inferior beings do not deserve superior luxuries.”  Roselyn turned to her bemused daughter who stood there grinning at her mother.  “Sorry, dear, but I couldn’t help myself.”

            “That’s okay, mom.  Any reminders of his status are fine with me.”

            “Yes, dear.  And how are the children?”  Ann escorted her mom to the formal living room where they were going to talk.     

            “We’re having tea, Mike,” Ann called back to me where I was kneeling.

            “Yes, Ma’am.”  I got up and raced to the kitchen where I put the water on to boil then brought out the leather case that held the myriad of teas that Ann kept on hand.  I stood to the side of Roselyn and opened the case to show her the selection.

            “Don’t stand over my mother,” Ann growled.  “Kneel, when you present her anything.”

            “Yes, Ma’am.”  I knelt and saw the curious glee in Roselyn’s eyes as she looked down on me with a bemused smile.

            “My, this is quite the service,” Roselyn said as she decided upon the tea.  “Very respectful, I like that.”

            “Mike is here for anything we want.  In fact, when we are having our tea, you should have him give you a foot massage.”

            “Yes, that does sound nice, dear.”

            “And if he doesn’t do a suitable job, he will be punished.”

            “Punished?  My, my, Mike, it doesn’t sound easy working for my daughter.”

            “She keeps me honest, Ma’am.”

            Both women had selected their teas and I was dismissed to go fix their drinks.  From the kitchen, I could hear their conversation.

            “So you really punish him?”

            “Yes.  Now, I don’t want you to be shocked by this, mother, but Mike is a little more than our butler.  He’s more like our servant, you could even say slave.”

            Roselyn nervously laughed.  “Slave?”

            “Yes.  He does anything we tell him to.  And he’s beaten or otherwise punished for infractions or.”  Ann began laughing.  “If we feel like it.  Sometimes quite severely.”

            “Well, this is quite interesting.  Nicole and Jordan also?”
            “Oh yes.  Eventually I hope the entire family will know of our situation so we can use him for our gatherings.”

            “I’m sure your father would enjoy using him.”

            “Of course, mom.  Anytime you want him, let me know.  We’re working on his son too.”

            “His son.  Oh yes, what is his name…The few times I met him, he was so plain, so unnoticeable.  He would be lucky to be Jordan’s servant.  Maybe he could learn something from him since his father is so worthless.”

            The tea was done and I returned to serve the beverages.  I knelt in front of the women and offered them the beverage.  “Well, Mike, Ann has been telling me that you are her slave.”
            “Yes, ma’am.”

            “And that she beats you.”

            “Yes, she does.”

            “You don’t mind that?”

            “Whatever Mistress Ann wishes to do to me I gladly accept.”

            “Mistress Ann?”  Roselyn laughed loudly.  I was red.  “I like that.”

            “You’re okay with this?” Ann asked.

            “Okay?  I love it, dear.  Like I said a little earlier, it’s obvious Mike is inferior.  Your father is going to love this.  He often talks about how he wished slavery was still legal.  That after a hard day at work, how relaxing it would be to come home and whip his property like in the old days.”

            “This is such a relief.  Slave, massage Mistress Roselyn’s feet.”

            “Yes, Mistress Ann.”

            Roselyn has her legs crossed and I positioned myself at the end of the crossed foot.

            “Make sure you show her the proper respect and thankfulness for allowing you to touch her.”

            “Yes, Mistress.”  I kissed Roselyn’s socked feet and said, “Thank you, Mistress Roselyn for allowing me to serve you.”

            “You’d better do a good job or I’ll have Charles horsewhip you.”

            “Yes, Mistress.  May I ask you a question, Mistress Roselyn?”

            “Speak.”

            “Would you like the socks on or off?”

            “Off, stupid!”

            I removed her socks, kissing each one in proper homage to her authority.  I began gently massaging her feet.  Though well cared for, they weren’t nearly as pretty as Ann’s feet.  Roselyn was an older woman and the wear of age was unavoidable.  The toes were crooked, the skin wrinkled and they had a moderate aroma, but it was slightly better than massaging Maria’s feet.  They enjoyed their conversation and paid no attention to me.  After about fifteen minutes, Roselyn focused on me again.

            “So, slave Mike,” she pressed the ball of her wrinkly foot on my face, while resting the other on my shoulder, “how do you like having this old lady’s feet pressed on your face like you’re a doormat?”

            I wanted to say I didn’t like it at all, but I also wanted to live.  “It’s my pleasure, Mistress.  It’s where I belong.”

            Roselyn looked at Ann with mild shock.  “My goodness, he is a panty waist.”

            “I know.  It just makes you want to abuse him more.”

            “He should be wearing a dress since he is such a sissy.”

            Ann laughed.  “That’s a great idea, Mother. A little dress, some high heels, maybe some lipstick, he’ll be our little sissy.”

            “What do you think of that, panty waist?  Ready to wear a dress?”  Roselyn lifted her foot off my face so I could answer her.

            “If you wish me to.”

            “Poor thing, he sounds so sad about his new dress.  Kiss this old lady’s foot and thank her for the suggestion,” Roselyn snapped.

            I kissed the bottom of her foot and said, “Thank you, Mistress Roselyn for the idea of wearing a dress.”

            “Mmm, this feels kind of good having your feet kissed.”

            “Suck her toes, slave.”

            I began sucking Roselyn’s old wrinkled toes.  “What kind of man are you?”  The sneer in Roselyn’s voice was humiliating.  “Sucking a grandmother’s toes.  Oh, that’s right, you’re not a man, you’re a sissy.  You’re going to come over to my house one day, put on your maid’s dress and serve Charles and me.  I’m sure Charles will enjoy having you suck his toes too…that is before he whips the crap out of you, sissy.”

            I didn’t say anything, but kept worshipping her toes.

            “What’s the matter, sissy?  Nothing to say about that?”

            “It would be an honor to suck Master Charles’ toes, Mistress Roselyn.”

            “Shouldn’t a slave be nude before his superiors?”

            Ann looked curiously at Roselyn.  “Gee, mom, I had no idea you were like this.”

            “From the sound of things, you’re a chip off the old block.  Strip, sissy.”

            I quickly removed my clothes and knelt, naked, at the two women’s feet.  Roselyn could see my battered bottom.  “My, dear, you did mete out some punishment on the sissy.  Good for you.  You need to keep your chattel on a tight string.  Lay on your back, sissy.”

            I laid flat before Roselyn who rested her feet on my face.  “At least he’s good for something, like being my footrest.”  As Roselyn said this, I could hear the front door clicking open.  Light shown into the room as the door opened.   “Is that my dear grandson?” Roselyn exclaimed as she saw who was there.

            “Hi Grandma.”  It was Jordan and a wave of fear swept over me.

            “The prodigal son returns,” Ann said. 

            “Where is Mike?” Jordan asked.

            “Over here, dear…under my feet.”
            Jordan began laughing.  “Grandmother…you too?”

            “Yes, the whole family seems geared that way.”

            Jordan approached and I started trembling.  “Goodness, my footstool is shaking.”

            “He should be.”  Jordan kicked me right in the balls and I yelled and squirmed from the pain.  “That’s for having to take off my own shoes.”

            “Hold still,” Roselyn scolded me.  “And be quiet.”

            “We need more fucking slaves around here,” Jordan grumbled.

            “Watch your language…and you might get your wish.”

            “What do you mean, Mom?”  Jordan sat down at the table and casually rested his feet on my legs like they were part of the floor, Roselyn’s feet still on my face.

            “Do you remember Jonathon?”

            “Who?”

            “You tell him, slave.”

            “Jonathon…my son,” I mumbled quietly.

            Jordan laughed.  “Oh yeah, that’s right, loser number two.”  I found it hard that Jordan couldn’t remember a friend that he had grown up with.

            “I think it’s wonderful that Mike and his son are going to be serving our family.  I’m tired of all this equality nonsense.”  Roselyn increased the pressure on my face with her feet as if to emphasize her points.  “The world would be a better place if people simply accepted their positions in life.  They wouldn’t be jealous or envious, they would find it a privilege to serve the upper class.  Not everyone can be as smart or as good looking as Ann, you Jordan, Nicole, it’s just a fact.”

            The phone rang, Ann snapped her fingers, “Get it.” 

            I quickly rolled out from under Roselyn’s feet with a quick, “Sorry, Mistress,” and retrieved the phone for Ann, then resumed my place as Roselyn’s footrest.   From the conversation it was easy to ascertain that Ann was talking to Jeff.

            “How is it going with your new assistant?”  I could see Ann grinning at her mother and son with a knowing glee.  “Really?”  Ann laughed.  After another long pause she said, “This is good.  All right, honey, I love you too.”  She hung the phone and looked down at me.  “Slave, you’ll be glad to know that Jonny is doing a good job.  We just might keep him around.”

            “Great, Mistress.”

            “Jeff says he is a real hard worker and very obedient.”

            Obedient, what does that mean?

            “Oh dear look at the time,” Roselyn said, “I should be going.”

            “Would you like to stay for lunch?” Ann asked.

            “Not today, I meeting your father for lunch.  I’ll fill him in on the details of your new lifestyle.  I’m sure he’ll be interested in hearing about Mike…he always said that there was something odd about him.  Was he ever right about that!”  Roselyn lifted her feet. “Socks.”  I kneeled up and put her socks back on her feet, then crawled after her and Ann as they walked over to the door where I place the shoes back on Roselyn’s feet, giving the loafers a kiss of respect as mother and daughter hugged goodbye.

            Ann was glowing with satisfaction as she shut the front door and strolled back to the dining table where Jordan was still sitting.  “I can’t believe how quickly and easily mom did that.  I would have never known that she had such a sadistic, dominant streak in her.  Makes me wonder what she and father have been up to all these years.”

            “I don’t want to think about it,” Jordan muttered.  “Come here, slave,” Jordan commanded sharply, “it’s time for your workout.”

            I was hoping that Jordan had forgotten about his wanting to get me into better condition as I was certain that he would be brutal on me. I knelt in front of him as Ann took a seat at the table to watch her son.  “Give me some squat thrusts to warm up.”  I started the exercise, up and down and it wasn’t long before I was breathing hard and sweating, my cock and balls bouncing up and down as I performed the physical exertion.

            “Look at his little penis bounce around,” Ann said with amusement.

            Jordan was laughing.  “Yeah, it’s funny looking.  Faster, slave!”

            I increased my tempo feeling ridiculous exercising while nude.  Jordan gave me a couple of slaps on my butt.  “I said faster, cunt.  Now move it.”

            Now I was starting to gasp for air and my arms and legs were getting tired from the effort.  “Up, down, up down.”  Jordan was trying to keep me on a strict cadence.

            “God, you’re pathetic,” Ann said, “he told you to move it faster.  Do it.”

            I was trying my best to go faster, but the body wasn’t cooperating.  On one of the thrusts, when I was in the push up position, Jordan stood up and planted his foot into my back.  “Give me forty push ups now, old man.”

            Forty?  I didn’t think I would be able to do ten.  I went down and started to push back up, Jordan’s foot impeding my already shaky effort as I struggled to finish the first one.

            “Damn, what a sissy.  Mother was right about you wearing a dress,” Ann sneered.  “Is that why Joann left you?  Did you wear a dress for her?”

            I was starting on my third pushup, Jordan’s foot still on me.  “No, Mistress, I never wore a dress.”

            Jordan was laughing.  “You’re going to make him wear a dress?”

            “Probably.  Something cute…maybe a little maid’s outfit with high heels.”

            “He’ll look ridiculous,” Jordan said before standing with his full weight on my back so I couldn’t move.   “Why did you stop?”

            “I…I can’t move, Sir,” I moaned.

            “I’m getting tired of this.  Besides, if you’re going to be wearing dresses, you don’t need any muscles.”
            “Show Jordan your gratitude and kiss his feet.”

            I kissed Jordan’s feet.  “Go fix me a sandwich,” he commanded.

            “Me too, then get back to work,” Ann snapped.

 

            That evening it was gleefully announced by Ann that Jonathon would be joining the family for dinner; he would witness my waiting upon the family.  It was another one of those moments when I seriously thought about running away and disappearing forever, but, as usual, I knew I would stick around and endure the humiliation that was sure to come.  I was very nervous preparing dinner and Ann buzzed around the kitchen eager to get in a few jabs before Jonathon’s arrival.

            “I wonder what your son is going to think of you after tonight,” she said, as I handed her a glass of water that she had told me to get for her.

            “I don’t know, Mistress, I can only worry about doing my job, not what he thinks.”

            “Good answer, slave.  I like that.  Who cares what your own child thinks about you.  You’ve got more important things to worry about…like my son and daughter.  It’s funny how that is.  Their comfort is more important than Jonathon’s comfort.  Isn’t that true?”

            “Yes, Mistress.” 

            “I love the idea of you and your son toiling side by side, working hard to please the Moore family.  This is going to be great.”

            “Yes, Mistress,” I agreed absently.  Both kids were home, up in their rooms doing who knows what.  I looked at my watch and saw that it was six, Jeff would be arriving home soon.  As if answering my thoughts, the garage door opened.

            “I believe the fun is about to begin,” Ann said.  “Go greet your Master.”

            I took a deep breath and went to the garage entrance to the house, at least Jonathon would be in his own car, I thought as I watched Jeff pull in his BMW.  I was shocked to see my son sitting in the passenger seat, why wasn’t he driving his own car?  I rushed up and opened Jeff’s door for him, he handed me his briefcase as he got out of the car as Jonathon exited the other side of the car.

            “Hi, dad,” he said as I followed Jeff to the entrance to the house.

            “Hi,” I muttered, afraid to say anything, though I wanted to ask him how his day was going.  Jeff stopped at the doorway and I knelt to remove his shoes, my face bright red with doing this in front of my son as Jonathon removed his shoes knowing the custom of the Moore household.  At least Jeff didn’t make me kiss his feet as he usually did when he came home.

            “Do a better job of polishing them, they weren’t up to par,” Jeff snapped.

            “Yes, Sir,” I said, standing.  I caught a glance of Jonathon looking at me with dismay and disbelief.

            “Let’s go, Jonny.”

            After followed after them as Jeff entered the main room where Nicole and Jordan were watching television.  Ann came down the stair case and greeted her husband.  “Hi, honey,” ignoring Jonathon’s presence, she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug.  Jonathon stood awkwardly nearby unsure of what to do as I returned to the kitchen to finish getting dinner ready.  “What’s he doing here?” Ann asked about Jonathon.

            “I told him he could have some dinner before finishing up a project that I gave him, he’s going to use our computer.”

            “I see.  Very generous of you to feed such a low level employee.”

            “I don’t want his blood sugar to be so low as to cause errors.  Mike will fix him a peanut butter sandwich.”

            Ann smiled at her husband.  “I suppose a peanut butter sandwich is okay.”

            “Did you hear that Mike?  A peanut butter sandwich for Jonny.”

            “Yes, Sir,” I said, as I finished preparing the crab legs and boiled potatoes that the family would be having for their supper.  How embarrassing for Jonathon to eat peanut butter while the Moores ate like royalty.  I could see how out of place Jonathon felt, and I’m sure any discomfort on his part was welcomed by the family.

            “Jonathon, you know Nicole and Jordan.”
            “Yes, hello,” Jonathon said.  The twins ignored him and didn’t answer.

            “Go sit at the kitchen table,” Jeff told Jonathon, “we’ll have dinner soon.”

            “Yes, Sir,” Jonathon said respectfully before taking a side seat at the table.

            “Dinner is ready, Sir and Madam,” I announced shortly thereafter, sounding like a butler announcing the service at a formal dinner party.  It took several minutes before the family to move into the kitchen to eat their dinner.

            As Nicole arrived, she looked at Jonathon sitting at the table and made a frown.  “What is he doing here?  The help isn’t going to eat with us?”  I could see Jonathon turn red.

            “Of course not,” Jeff boomed, “eat at the other table, Jonny.”

            Jon looked confused and embarrassed as if he wasn’t good enough to be with the Moore family.  “Oh, okay,” he said, nervously getting up from the table, then accidentally hitting a glass of water and knocking it over.

            “Geez, you big klutz, look what you did!”  Nicole stared angrily at Jonathon as he scrambled to wipe up the spilled water.

            “Sorry…it’s just water.” 

            “You think it’s okay to spill water on our furniture?” Ann said, as Jonathon and I both wiped up the spill.

            “No, ma’am, nothing like that.  I just meant it wouldn’t stain anything.”

            “No, it might not stain anything, but water can damage wood.  Maybe you don’t care about your things, but we take care of our home,” Ann scolded.   “Hurry up and get that dried up!”

            It only took a few seconds to wipe everything up and I was sure Ann was being dramatic for the show; any opportunity to berate or humiliate was not going to be passed by.  Jonathon was in a daze and stood at the table staring at the spot where the water spilt.

            Jonathon was standing next to Jordan’s chair and as he sat down, he gave a little shove to my son.  “Move, dork, go sit at the other table before you cause any other problems.”

            “Whatever,” Jonathon said with teenage insolence.  I knew that this was a big mistake.  Jeff jumped right in.

            “Whatever? What kind of attitude is that?”
            “Fire him now, dad,” Nicole said, a smirk on her face.

            “Is that what you want, Jonny?  You want me to fire you?”  Everyone was staring at Jonathon who was now greatly embarrassed.

            “No, I don’t want that.”

            “Did you forget something, Jonny?  Repeat after me, no sir, I don’t want to be fired, Mr. Moore, Sir.”  Stunned, Jonathon looked at me for help, but I averted my eyes.  I knew this was a now or never moment and we would be finding out if son was like father.  “We’re waiting…”  The Moore family was standing at their places but none had actually sat as they watched Jonathon.

            “Uh…I’d…Uh, no, Sir, I don’t want to be fired, Mr. Moore, Sir.”

            “Well then you’d better shape up that attitude…also apologize to Jordan for your rudeness,” Jeff snapped.  “You didn’t raise your son to be rude to others did you, Mike?”

            “No, Sir,” I promptly answered.

            “I’m sorry, Jordan.”  Jonathon looked shell shocked and confused

            “Don’t let it happen again, dork-face.”  Jordan slipped into his chair as Jonathon shuffled towards the formal dining table as Nicole tittered at her brother’s comments.  Ann and Jeff were also smiling.  I hated that my son was being called names, but I knew that I was powerless to do anything.  I also pretty sure that Jonathon would be joining me soon as their property.  Everyone sat down and I began to serve them dinner as Jonathon went to eat at the other table.

            After I served the first course of salad, Nicole immediately got on me.  “Mike, I dropped my napkin.”

            I scurried over to Nicole’s side of the table where the napkin laid at her side.  It would have been quite easy for her to reach over and pick it up, but that wouldn’t have made for a good show for Jonathon who could see us from where he was eating his sandwich.  I bent over and picked up the cloth napkin.  “Would you like a fresh one, Miss Nicole?”

            She snapped it out of my hand.  “No, this will do.”  She purposely dropped it again.  “Oops,” she said sweetly, before barking out, “pick it up!” I bent over and handed it to her.  “Not this one, stupid, you expect me to use a dirty napkin?”

            “No, Miss Nicole, sorry, I’ll get you a fresh one.”

            Nicole then addressed the table.  “What the fuck is wrong with him and his son?  Spilling water, using dirty napkins.”

            “They need training,” Ann said.

            “No shit,” Nicole said, “A lot of it.”

            “Jonny, are you about done with that sandwich, you need to get to work on those flow sheets.”  Jeff wasn’t giving Jonathon anytime to eat.

            “Almost, Sir.”

            “Hurry up, you’re not getting paid to sit around the house.”

            “Hurrying, sir.”  Jonathon got up and placed his plate in the sink, his sandwich only half eaten.

            As Jonathon was walking to the office, Jordan barked out a couple of commands to me, more cola, more butter and throughout the meal, it was a constant ring of orders from the four.  I knew that Jonathon could hear them ordering me about with pure callousness, but at least I wasn’t being physically punished or made to perform some of the humiliating acts that they enjoyed inflicting upon me.  So I worked throughout the evening as usual while Jonathon worked in the office until everyone had retired to bed except father and son.  That is when I finally gathered up my nerve and went into the office where Jonathon was toiling on some boring spreadsheets.

            “When are you going home?” I whispered.

            “Why the whisper?” Jonathon asked looking up from the computer, the glow of the monitor reflecting off of his pale face.

            “I don’t want to disturb anyone, they would be very angry.”

            Jonathon had a painful look on his face.  “They don’t treat you very well.”

            I nodded my head in sad understanding.  “True.  You had a difficult night too.”

            Jonathon nodded along with me.  “Yeah, I couldn’t believe how they treated me.”

            “But you stayed.”

            “I need the money.”

            “Of course.”  Jonathon could see that I didn’t entirely believe him, I sensed that same slavish streak within him.  Just then Jordan yelled out from the stairs.

            “Slave, where are my high tops?”

            Jonathon looked alarmed at my being called slave.  “It’s one of Jordan’s things…you know how he can be.”

            “Sure.  I know.”

            “I’ve got to take care of this.”  I ran upstairs to Jordan’s room where he had gone back into and laid back on the bed.  He was wearing only his shorts and was watching Sports center on the television. 

            “Where the fuck are my shoes, loser?”

            I raced to the closet and pulled them out where they were always kept, “Here, Sir.”

            Jordan stared at the television for a moment then lazily sat up.  “Put them on the end of the bed, stick your nose in them as you bend over and pull down your pants and shorts.”

            “Sir…please…my son might hear.”

            “Fuck that, I don’t care.  Hurry up before I get more agitated.”

            “Yes, Sir.”  I quickly pulled down my pants and underwear to my ankles, bent over and stuck my nose in one of Jordan’s smelly basketball shoes.

            Jordan pulled his belt out of his shorts.  He could have used a paddle that was nearby or a riding crop that was in the closet, but he enjoyed the drama of removing his belt.  “You’re going to get a whipping, boy, next time I want my shoes where they belong.”

            “Yes, Sir.”  Arguing was impossible and I braced myself for the pain.  Jordan thrashed me for about five minutes leaving me red before he decided I had enough.  When he was done, he simply pointed at the ground where I knelt and kissed his feet and thanked him for my punishment.   “I should have you send Jonny up here for being rude to me tonight, but it will wait until another night.  Dad said I couldn’t tonight.”

            Jordan had his foot planted on the nape of my neck as I kissed his other foot.  “Yes, Sir,” I mumbled into his bare foot.

            “Get the fuck out of my sight, old man.”

            I quickly went back downstairs, Jonathon was still working.  I couldn’t decide whether to go in there and see if he heard anything, I finally decided to check him out.  “Hey, you must be beat.”  After I said those words we both knew what a Freudian slip I had said.

            Jonathon looked up at me with distress.  “I think you’re the one who is beat.”

            “Yeah, I’m tired.  I’m going to go to bed.”

            Jonathon let it drop.  “Goodnight.”

            “Go home.”

            “I’m staying the night.  Jeff said I could sleep here.”

            “Oh, okay.”  They weren’t wasting anytime on their indoctrination of Jonathon.  I wasn’t sure where I was going to sleep.  Normally, I would have just gone out into the garage and slept on the air mattress that Jeff allowed me to sleep on, but he hadn’t specifically said I needed to stay and I didn’t really want Jonathon to see me sleeping in the garage.  I decided to maintain the tiniest thread of dignity I had remaining and went home to sleep in the crummy apartment.  Somehow I sensed my days sleeping there were about over.