The Jail..

 Somewhere in near future....

The society has taken turn to become matriarchal. Women are superior to men in all aspects. All marriages and relationships are femdom related. Mistress - Slave relationship are more common than any other relationship. To give more power to the women, slave men are sentenced to jail at the slightest mistake. Any women can send a man to jail for any mistake, no questions asked. Men are then left to rot in jail doing public service, which is much worse than serving a mistress in person. Men in such jails have to work their way up to be selected by any visiting mistress to become house slave again to have an improved life.

I have been waiting for such an opportunity to become a house slave again ever since my mistress threw me into Jail for my mistake...10 years back. Slogging every single day in public service of women, hoping against the hope of being chosen by some mistress. But with age catching up and I becoming weaker and uglier each day, the chances of me rotting to death in the Jail seemingly look more plausible. 

Today was special day at our Jail. We were getting a new mistress to join as our new Jailor. The story about her is that she has had one of the best growth in her career, from a 18 year old girl owning her first slave to becoming a Jailor by 28. She knew her job very well, which was to dominate, humiliate and torture men slaves. She was supposedly the strictest mistress around and toughest to be pleased. So, every single slave was given special tasks to perform today to impress the jailor on her first day and with the hope of impressing her or rather not angering her every slave was slaving around cleaning.

I was given the task of mopping the marble floor of the corridor where she was supposed to walk. As I have been doing for the past 10 years, I was on my fours, naked, hungry and powerless, mopping the floor under direct supervision of one of the matrons around. Any dirt on the floor which won't come off with mopping, I was supposed to lick and clean and eat up all the dirt. I was making every effort to make the floor shiny so that I could see the new Jailor's face in the reflection from the floor as I bow down before her.

Audi car pulls up and all matrons rush to welcome the new Jailor. All men slaves knelt wherever they are with head bowed position, face touching the floor, nobody moved. I was left kneeling right at the entrance of Jailor mistress's cabin. With the sound of high heels tapping on marble floor, the Jailor walked on the floor which I had just cleaned and licked, and stopped for a moment near me and giggled looking at me. I dared to open my eyes and look at the floor to see her and I had the shock of my life and it sent shivers down my spine.

The new Jailor was the mistress who sent me to jail 10 years back, the 18 year old mistress I was serving at her home for the crime of not chanting her name properly. The punishment for this was that she made me tattoo her name on my back  and then threw me into the jail. Now I realize the reason for her giggle seeing me, she would have recognized me from her name tattoo on my back. 

As she and other matrons entered her cabin, the door was locked. And I resumed the duty of cleaning the floor. I was shell shocked realizing that after putting me to Jail, my mistress had grown more and more strict to grow up the ladder to reach the position of Jailor.

I also realized that any disobedience reported here about me by my Jailor would mean end of life for me. I started cleaning the floor with more passion and energy.

Door opens and the old familiar voice of my mistress calls out : Hey dog, come here.

Immediately I crawl into her cabin and bow down in prostrate position before her to pay her the due respect. 

"Footstool" came the order and I lied down in front of her face down so that she and other matrons could rest their boots on me and discuss on how to run this place and how to make slaves serve them better. 

Mistress chose to rest her boots on my head while other parts of my body were being used by other Matrons. The way mistress was trampling me showed why she grew in her career, she knew very particularly how to induce pain on the slave by twisting her heels and rubbing the rough portions of her shoe on my skin. As for me, I had endured so much pain during my slave existence but this was something new. I realized that my young mistress of 18 had metamorphosed into a goddess who was supposed to be worshipped.

My mistress chose me to be her personal slave at work. I didn't know if it was an opportunity for me to try to become a house slave for her or to be disposed off due to not being able to server her to her satisfaction, only time will answer.

My duties began from very early morning in mistress office cabin. I had to clean every inch of inch spotless. Then prepare her coffee at sharp 9 am and have it ready and then kneel in front of her leather chair and wait for her. I never knew what dress she or any of the ladies wore since I never got the fortune of looking up beyond their shoes but I know every single day mistress wore spotlessly clean shoes. I realized some lucky slave was her house slave who was responsible for it. 

One day, mistress seemed to be in playful mood. " Footstool " came the order and as I presented my body as her footstool, she chose to step on the tattoo with her name on and decided to dig the heels there. I could just cry in pain, no sounds allowed. She asked , whose name is this playfully. 

" Mistress, that was my house mistress . She was the most beautiful mistress I have ever seen. She was so gracious and divine ". I gave few additional points thinking to impress her. " Are you telling me I am not beautiful you filthy dog. "

" No mistress, I didn't mean that mistress, I very well know you are the same person my mistress , my goddess. You are the most amazing, beautiful divine, gorgeous woman in the world and you are my goddess" . Saying this i prostrate on the floor with my head inches away from her spotless shoes to worship her and completely surrender her.

I could hear her laughter for the first time after so many years. Her laughter had become much more confident.

" Finally you learnt your lesson huh. Remind me why I sent you to Jail ".

" Yes mistress yes I have learnt my lesson for my life I will behave better going forward. " 

" Shut the fuck up and answer me why the fuck did I send you to jail "

" Mistress , I missed to chant your name one day morning while waking you up since my mouth was full of your shoe heels which I was sucking ".

" Hmmm...that is indeed a big offense , isn't it. You must worship me both physically through your actions and through your mind . Your body, mind and soul all belongs to me. Is that clear ? ". 

She asked digging her heels into my head.

" Yes yes my goddess..I understand goddess... Goddess..may I please ask you something... "

" Good manners of seeking permission before asking me something ...but not now...I want to enjoy my coffee and want silence... You can start licking my shoes "

Disappointed , but also happy at the same time that at least I could break the ice and with the hope that someday I could beg and convince her to take me as a house slave I started licking her boots clean, eating up every single dirt from it, from the soles...using my tongue on the shoe soles to eat up every single piece of dirt.

As I could see some dirt on her shoes were not coming off the shoes I used my teeth, she felt it immediately and moved her shoes away after kicking me. 

" Sorry goddess sorry goddess..the dirt won't come off..so I was using my teeth ...only on the soles..."

" Yeah, shoe soles is fine...never ever use teeth on the upper leather portion..each pair of shoes is more valued than your life.. understood ?"

" Yes my goddess absolutely goddess "

She put her shoes in front of my face again and I made a note in my mind of a small victory I had over her house slave who had missed to clean those spots.

I was lost in cleaning her shoes and suddenly she pours her left over coffee on the floor...

" Good job with shoes...and good jobs will get rewarded like this...bad ones.. you know what.... Right..."

"Yes yes my goddess... I know goddess..how can I forget goddess..."

She got up from her leather chair and walked towards the bathroom, not listening to me fully.

Luckily I had become an expert at cleaning the bathrooms during my 10 year stay... Never missing a spot...

As she came out of the bathroom, she snaps her finger...

I run to her...she standing at the footmat says " shoes...I don't want dirt from bathroom to get into the cabin"

I immediately start licking shoes again..top and bottom and make it spotlessly clean...swallow anything and everything on the shoes...as she realizes I am done...she keeps walking not caring where my mouth is .I fall down on floor as she suddenly moves..and then follows her to her chair...

As she sat on the chair and I was becoming her footstool..

" Don't be lazy...go and clean the bathroom" came the order with a kick on my head...

I crawled to the bathroom and cleaned up her used bathroom...just like the teenager she was..she didn't flush and had made a mess deliberately around  just to make me clean it...

After cleaning it thoroughly... I came out to see she had stepped on the coffee which she spilled for me to drink...

Snap of fingers and " shoes "

I immediately started licking her shoes and the coffee of the floor ..I was having a coffee after so many years..when you are a prisoner , you are not allowed coffee..

It felt heavenly even though it was cold and from the cold floor. 

Like a hungry dog I lapped it up all...little did I realize that goddess was watching it from her seat... She didn't complain so I beleive she was impressed.

" I want to tour the Jail. Take me on the tour". Came the order.

I was confused, how do i carry her. Not working in close proximity as a personal slave for a women for so long had me completely baffled. I moved away and made space for goddess to come out of chair and walk. She snapped her finger, then I realized she wanted to sit on me like old times. I was so happy and was in seventh heaven. This was the closest I would be to any woman in last 10 years. I adjusted my height on fours for goddess to sit. My skin started working as a sense organ after 10 years and as she sat on my back I realized she had gained weight and was in perfect shape. I also realized that she was wearing a jeans shorts. Lost in thoughts and happines, I forgot that I had to move. 

"Slap" came the sound of a strong slap on my cheeks.

"Sorry goddess sorry goddess" and I started moving.

As I was showing her around the Jail and introducing other slaves, who were obviously on their fours and bowed position, a fear came into my mind, what if she removes me from her personal slave position and takes in a stronger and better slave.

To make her more happy, while she was sitting on my back with her feet dangling in front of my face, I kept licking her shoes with my tongue to show my devotion towards her.

Whenever she wanted me to stop and inspect, I dropped to fours with my head down all the way to the floor and my palms stretched out so that she can step on them if she feels like the floor is dirty for her to walk on. 

After touring the entire Jail we came back to her cabin.

While I was little happy about my service to her and I thought I had impressed her, just to make me confused and keep me guessing, she got off me at the cabin door and ordered me to wait outside, she went in and closed the door. 

I was extremely disappointed and the thought that I will be replaced by another personal slave started running thru my mind.

Inside the cabin, the goddess was trying to play with my mind. She remembered very clearly the incident which made her throw me into the jail.

* 10 Years back from Goddess POV*

It was indeed a special evening. My bf was visiting me. My bf was one of the few males who had escaped the clutches of male slavery and could lead a normal human life. Being born into a rich family with God like looks only helped him further. And I was all crazily in love with him. 

It is not difficult for any girl to understand what a man feels about her , more so for someone as sharp as me and someone as dumb as him. Ever since I bought him from the slave market I turned 18, I knew he had a crush on me. So I made rules : he can't talk to me unless spoken to, he can't look up beyond my knees ever, always and always he will be on knees in front of me and I began to restrict his food. With food restrictions he gradually lost all his crush towards me and became more and more submissive and obedient.

Today I decided to completely crush his crush towards me. So my boy friend came by and we made out right in front of him...he not seeing it but I made sure he realized it.. he was sitting on fours in a corner of the room holding our dress ..our shoes were kept on his back...anything dropping would mean severe punishment and he knew better to drop it... I made as much noise I could to tease him... And at the end of it... I summoned him to come with all the dress and shoes on him... He was like a moving closet, lol.

Then just to prove a point to my bf... Yes I am that cruel...I thought to take my slave for a ride..so I made him put on my shoes first .. next I made him suck my heels...and made him chant my name... One suck and open chant...while I kiss and make love again to my bf...so it took hell of a will power to ignore what was happening above him and focus..and he screwed up... 

And then my bf was curious on what I would do with this slave who screwed up ..so I reported him to jail...screwed his life .. and I didn't budge even for all his pleadings and beggings and worship..it gave me such a high...this was just the first slave I sent to jail...

Remembering these incidents gave me new high...and with the same slave at my door at my mercy ... 

I decided to call my bf , who is my husband to the scene...

* Back to present with slaves pov

I made a resolve in my mind to serve goddess to my best... I didn't want to disappoint her again and be punished again ..

As I was worshipping the floor....with my face dug into floor...hands outstretched and without realizing I started chanting my goddess's name...the same name which I failed to chant and ended up in jail...

Suddenly door opens and goddess is standing there looking down at me...with a kick on my head came the command " clean everything...guest coming " 

" And yeah...continue chanting..don't stop.." goddess ordered happily and went off to welcome the guest.

Feeling content that it is going in right direction I again cleaned every nook and corner of the cabin and toilet... I didn't want to make any mistake and spoil my chance of a redemption...but the thought of a guest coming kept coming in my mind wondering who it was going to be..

After cleaning thoroughly..I resumed my kneeling position with head on floor and palms outstretched chanting my goddess's name.. Ready to be trampled... And after sometime .I hear footsteps.. more than one obviously.. I could look from the reflection of the marble floor I had cleaned thoroughly that it was a male...one of the few privileged male in todays society who were considered equals to women... And goddess walking arm in arm with that person... As I was kneeling there..both of them ignored me to go and sit on the leather couch in the cabin in comfortable position...

" Get us wine" came the order...I didn't forget to chant the name...I kept on chanting the name ...which again went ignored ..I was not sure if goddess was noting it or not..but I decided to continue chanting...

As I got wine served in glasses and knelt before them handing wine glasses to them, i could hear them doing cheers and sipping from each other's glasses..

" What's the noise you keep making you dog "

" Goddess... I am chanting your name as ordered... And trying to obey you goddess... "

" Make yourself useful... You don't deserve to chant my name .you are not my personal slave...you are a prisoner...always remember that...now get on to shoes.."

I could not imagine what changed and why suddenly goddess was so upset... Left with no choice..I began licking her shoes , soles and tops..as she and her husband were chatting and romancing ignoring me... I stopped chanting her name... And was shocked that I lost the right to even chant her name...

To be continued..