Smokehunter - Boy's Application To Be A Foot Slave Results In Harsh Punishment By His New Masters

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Smokehunter - Boy's Application To Be A Foot Slave Results In Harsh Punishment By His New Masters

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The Interview: A Test of Devotion

Henry's heart raced as he approached the towering mansion. He'd seen the ad—an offer to serve as a foot slave in a respected house—and he knew this was his chance to finally submit himself entirely. With shaking hands, he knocked on the ornate door and waited, nervous anticipation coursing through his veins.

"Enter," boomed a commanding voice from within. Henry steeled his nerves and pushed open the door, revealing a lavishly decorated room with two imposing figures seated at a grand table. One was a tall, strong woman dressed in a sleek business suit; the other was a burly man with a stern gaze and a leather whip dangling from his belt.

"You must be Henry," the woman said, her voice cool but curious. "We've read your application...interesting." She nodded toward her companion, who leaned back in his chair, eyes glinting with anticipation.

"Now," the woman continued, "we have a little test for you." She stood and moved to the side, revealing a gleaming pair of high heels. "Kneel before them," she commanded, "and show us your devotion."

Henry's entire body trembled as he sank to his knees before the shoes. His heart pounded in his ears as he looked up at his new masters, feeling both terrified and exhilarated by their power.

"Good," the man said, a cruel smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Now, worship my mistress's footwear with all your heart and soul."

Henry hesitated for a moment, but the woman's icy glare drove him to action. He reached out tentatively, his fingers shaking as he brushed against the shiny leather. He took a deep breath and pressed his lips to the heel of the shoe, feeling the soft leather against his skin.

"That's better," the woman purred, her tone softening just slightly. "Now, tell us why you want to serve as our foot slave."

Henry looked up at them, his eyes shining with unshakeable devotion. "Because," he whispered, "I want to please you, my mistress and master. I want to serve you, body and soul."

The man chuckled darkly. "And what makes you think you're worthy of such an honor?" he asked, his voice like steel.

Henry swallowed hard, his heart thudding in his chest. "Because," he said, "I know that serving you is my destiny. I know that you will test me, challenge me, and push me to my limits. And I am ready for anything you can throw at me."

The woman leaned forward, her eyes narrowing in consideration. "Very well, Henry," she said at last. "You may leave now. We will contact you if we decide to take you on as our foot slave."

Henry rose unsteadily to his feet, his knees shaking from the intensity of the encounter. As he turned to leave, he felt a sharp sting on his backside. He gasped and whirled around, only to see the woman casually flicking a piece of lint off her sleeve.

"And don't forget," she called after him, her voice cool and commanding. "We always watch our foot slaves...even when they're not in our presence."

Henry's heart pounded as he hurried from the room, already anticipating his new role as a humble foot slave in the service of his powerful mistress and master.

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