Broken by Monica

Although Monica was my number one fantasy partner, now that I had Catherine’s stockings I couldn’t help also watching her whenever I was able to. She had such long, perfect legs, and often wore a skirt, showing them off bare skinned or in nylons. They were gorgeous, and I knew what they smelled like.

I didn’t hear any comment about the stockings I had stolen. It was just a cheap pair, she probably didn’t care about it.

I was no less surprised though, when I got an email with an invitation to Catherine’s birthday party. She didn’t invite the entire class, and Catherine was part of the in-crowd at school. Her looks was more than enough to make her popular. I expected she would invite only her kind of people, and I was not among them.

Had it been Monica’s party I would have been suspicious, but I didn’t have any issues with Catherine, except for what she had seen Monica do back then at Rita’s, and the fact that I was crazy about her legs. I could need a social boost after the degradation from Monica. A party like that seemed like the right thing. Maybe Catherine was actually trying to help me out.

I wanted to thank her for the invite, but every time I saw her I couldn’t help staring at her legs and feet, so it was better to skip it.

The first thing that came to mind when thinking about a birthday present was of course a pair of stockings. Something exclusive and expensive. It would be just right to give her that, but I probably couldn’t do it. It would be far too intimate. Also, it could give her the idea that I was the stocking thief, remembering Monica’s pantyhose in the taxi and all. I couldn’t risk that… but what if nothing was leading to me? I could give it anonymously. Just leave it on the gift table without a note. That should be possible. And if it was too difficult I could just keep the stockings. I had to try. To have a chance to later watch Catherine walk around in stockings of my choosing was definitely worth it.

Soon afterwards I visited a lingerie shop. There was a lot to choose from. I had already decided on the colour black. I was tempted to pick a pair of straight ones with seem in the back and a simple pattern at the top, but seeing all the different designs made me go for something a little more special. I settled on something that wasn’t too extravagant but still very expensive. The were frillings at the top and flower dots in the same style along the stocking. I was the only man standing in line at the counter and I felt straight away that my fetish was exposed. The salesgirl gave me a broad smile as I paid.

I also bought a bottle of vine as a present that I could put my name on.

The day arrived and I went to her house expecting an evening of anonymity among the popular people from school. A lot of them were already there. I didn’t even see Catherine. There was a gift table but I only put the bottle there. Although there was a gift wrap around the stockings, someone would probably observe me put the packet there and be able to trace it back to me if it became an issue. Maybe I could just leave the stockings somewhere else in the house.

I knew almost none of the people present. I went into the kitchen and immediately tensed up when seeing Monica, pouring herself a drink. “Andrew!” she said in a mock positive way. “Hello.” I  said. “The pantyhose boy.” she continued. “What…?” I stuttered. “So did you enjoy it?” “What?” I asked again, becoming more nervous by the second. “The hose, moron. Did you feel it and sniff it every night before you went to bed? I bet you did.” She was right onto me, and it took me completely by surprise. The issue had not been brought up since that very day, and suddenly she was all aggressive about it. She was totally right though. She went up close to me and slapped my face. “Answer me when I talk to you!” The fear was back. “Yes, I… sniffed it a couple of times.” “God, you’re pathetic. I knew it.” She took a sip from her drink. “Sniffed it every time you jerked off, didn’t you?” “Yes.“ “And then you stole Catherine’s stockings, to have some fresh stink to jerk off to?” “No no!” I said desperately. “Don’t you dare lie to me!” she slapped my face again, even harder. I was afraid she might kick me in the nuts too. “Okay, I did! I’m sorry! Please!” I begged. “You’re in trouble now. Catherine told me about the stockings and I knew it was you. How stupid are you? Don’t you think we notice you staring at our feet? In fact you’re doing it right now! Look me in the eye!” It was almost impossible but I managed to look at her. “We are going to punish you. Tonight. By giving you a task. Every time either I or Catherine is having a cigarette, you are going to be there to light it. For each cigarette you miss you will get a face slap. It’s as simple as that. Do you understand?” “Yes.” I answered, fearing how the night would turn out. “Catherine already knows about this. You better hope she hasn’t had many cigarettes yet.” I realized I didn’t have a lighter. I didn’t smoke myself. “But… I don’t have a lighter…” I told her. “Well then I suggest you better get one!” she yelled at me. I ran out of the house and around the neighbourhood to find a store. Thankfully I found one quickly and bought two lighters. I ran back. I peeked into the kitchen. Monica was still there, smoking a cigarette already. “I’m sorry.” I said. “Come here.” She said. I got another slap. For some reason I kept standing there like a fool waiting for some command, while she took a drag of her cigarette and slowly blew the smoke in my face. Then she left the room with small steps on her clicking heels. I hurried to look for Catherine. To be slapped and humiliated by her was almost worse than with Monica. Monica did things like that all the time, but it was far from Catherine‘s style. She was a woman more than a girl. A dignified, unattainable queen. She didn’t have to get physical or even talk to get a boy or man under her thumb, he would be there just from looking at her. Normally it would be below her standards to play this kind of game, neither would she normally let Monica make the rules. She had to be really upset about the stockings. Maybe I should try to give her the new pair anyway. Now I found her standing with some sharp dressed guys. She looked incredible. A black, tight fitting dress exposing her shoulders and ending at midst of her thighs. Black nylons and open toed suede shoes with very high heels. Discrete make up and flowing hair. “Th-Thank you for the invitation!” I stammered. “Welcome.” she said, looking at me. She picked up a cigarette and I could see some of the guys reaching for a lighter in their pockets but I was prepared and managed to light the cigarette first. Catherine then turned around and continued chatting. No faceslap. As both she and Monica were smoking I had a few minutes off. I tried to calm down and consider the situation. The evening didn’t have to turn out so bad. If I could manage to light the cigarettes in time there would be no humiliating face slapping. Sure it would look a bit strange that I was always there to light their cigarettes, but it was also a polite act that most guys would do toward attractive girls like Catherine and Monica anyway. The thing was, I had to watch both of them closely. I could probably expect at least twenty minutes between each cigarette. The problem was if they had one at the same time, like they just did. 

I went to the bathroom to relieve myself while I had the chance. Then I relocated the girls. They were still in different rooms, but for the moment I could watch both of them from the doorway. While the other guests were mingling, I kept my position and turned my head frequently to keep track of them both. People were passing by but I couldn’t risk losing focus by engaging in a conversation. Monica was sometimes glancing towards me, probably amused by my obedient involvement. Suddenly a guy was offering Catherine a cigarette. I rushed over and put my lighter in front of her cigarette almost before she had it between her lips. “Is this your personal servant or something?” the guy asked, annoyed that I was interrupting. Catherine looked a bit confused herself. “No, I… well, thank you, Andrew.” she said and turned back to him. I went back to my place by the door. I looked at Monica and to my shock she was smoking again. I had missed out. I didn’t want to walk over just to get my face slapped so I stayed put. I would get it later, no doubt. But I was not going to miss the next one. Catherine didn’t seem at all angry with me. Maybe it was better to follow up on Monica if I had to choose between them. The minutes went by. I was trying to smile and act relaxed despite my unsocial behaviour. Some people said hello and I answered distantly, trying to keep it short. I understood I wasn’t going to make any friends that night. I wanted to get drunk, but it didn’t seem very wise if I was going to stay focused. I had to be sober.

It was twenty minutes since their last cigarettes and I was expecting the next one to come up. I made Monica my priority and moved closer to her. It took ten more minutes before she picked one up and I expected to have missed out on Catherine who I couldn’t see from my position. I was ready for Monica though. She let me light it, then she blew the smoke in my face and slapped me for the previous cigarette. She didn’t say anything and I didn’t either, so it was probably a bizarre scenario. I walked back to the door and saw that Catherine had a new one. Nothing to do about that.

The evening went by. I missed some cigarettes but not many. Thankfully they were not in different rooms all the time. Catherine had not slapped me one single time. I wondered if she had changed her mind, or if she was just saving them up, or maybe she was leaving the punishment part to Monica. Monica occasionally slapped me, harder each time, which of course got curious attention from people around. While at the beginning of the party people had talked to me, most of them were now avoiding me. Understandably I appeared like some antisocial loser who was there only to manically light Catherine and Monica’s cigarettes and get my face slapped. With all the people around it was the most humiliating night of my life. Still I felt no anger towards Monica. It was like she had every right to do it. She was superior to me. An evil goddess. I wanted to serve her anyway I could.

As the evening reached it’s peak, for everybody except me that was, Monica came up to me. She said: “You’ve done quite a good job tonight. I know Catherine has been nice and not slapping you. From my count you failed her two times, but I haven’t been paying much attention, so I suppose a fair number is ten. Still, since you’ve been a good boy I’m actually going to give you a choice. Either I will slap you ten times, hard and slow right here in front of everybody, or you can go to Catherine, kiss her feet and ask her to forgive you for the theft, and- unless she thinks otherwise- that will probably be it.” I knew I had failed to light Catherine’s cigarette only two times, but to argue was not an option. The choice she gave me was quite simple. I had been slapped throughout the evening, but at least it was only one at a time. A punishment series like she was describing would break me completely, maybe I would even cry. Catherine on the other hand seemed cheerful and forgiving. “Thank you. I will go to Catherine.” I said. “Good for you.” she said.

Catherine was talking to someone. I hoped I wasn’t interrupting too much. I went down on all fours and kissed the top of both her pumps. Then I stood up. She looked puzzled. I said: “Please Catherine, can you forgive me for stealing your stockings?” Her look changed from surprise to anger.  

“My stockings? What… from the gym? Did you actually steal those? You went into the wardrobe and looked through my stuff?! And then you took the stockings? Why, what kind of freak are you?” Her voice got higher. She was really upset. I felt an icing in my chest. I realized Monica had set me up. I felt a tiny spark of anger, but what could I do? Catherine hadn’t known previously, but now she did. She continued: “I invited you here because I felt sorry for you. I asked Monica to be nice to you. But you really are pathetic. I see why you’ve been lighting my cigarettes all evening, but I’m afraid that’s not good enough. I suppose I should throw you out right now, but I think you’re gonna stay here and make up for what you’ve done. I will let Monica take care of it. I’m sure she can think of a proper punishment.”

When I didn’t think the evening could get worse it seemed to escalate beyond proportions. I thought about running out the door and escaping, but that would only cause a postponement and maybe an even tougher punishment. I was a loser towards the crowd there already, so I might as well take the humiliation there. Catherine went to find Monica. I stood waiting, my eyes to the floor. I felt everybody was watching me. Monica and Catherine came back. Monica was carrying a dog’s collar and leach. “Down on all fours.” she commanded. I immediately obeyed. She put the collar around my neck and tightened it. The collar had hair on it. Obviously it belonged to Catherine’s family’s dog. “Crawl!” Monica commended, kicking my ass. I started crawling on the floor. Monica walked behind me, pulling the leach went she wanted me to change direction. She paraded me through the house, making sure everybody noticed my degradation. Sometimes she stopped and chatted. I wanted to keep my head down, but standing on all fours it was impossible not to notice the nylon clad legs all around me. As we moved on, Monica gave different explanations to why she was walking me around like a dog. “His favourite song is ’Now I wanna be your dog’ by Iggy Pop, so I’m making his wish come true.” and “I didn’t like his suit. I’m helping him to ruin it so he has to get a new one.” She also said : “He stole Catherine’s stockings. He likes stinky feet just like dogs do, so I’m treating him like one.” When she said this she pointed to the feet of a girl in front of me who had open toed pumps, and continued: “See those toes, Fido? Would you like to smell them?” I didn’t answer and she yanked the leash. “Yes” I said. “Dogs don’t talk, they bark.” Monica said. I tried to make a barking sound. The people around us laughed. “That’s a good boy. Can he have a whiff, Brigitte? Is that okay with you?” Monica asked the girl. “Sure, why not.” Brigitte answered. “Go ahead, Fido!” Monica said. I put my nose down towards her toes. “I can’t hear you. Sniff harder, Fido.” Monica said. I sniffed as loudly as I could a couple of times. More laughter. “Do they smell good?” Monica asked. I barked again. “Maybe we could let you smell all the feet here and find out which are most stinky.” she said. We moved on. Sometimes Monica walked in front of me. To see her feet and legs while leading me around made me hard despite my stressful situation. After a while Monica wanted to sit down. She made me lay down on the floor and tied the leash to a table leg. She sat down on the coach and told me to gently take her shoes off with my mouth. Then she put her feet on my face. They were moist after something like six hours at the party. I recognised the odour from the pantyhose I had been smelling so many times, but this of course was a lot more potent. My blood was rushing and I was stone hard inside my pants. Her soles were covering my eyes, comfortably blocking the view to all the watching guests.

Despite the circumstances, I realized there was no other place I would rather be. To be a servant to Monica, someone she could use or abuse as she saw fit, like a piece of furniture she could rest her feet on, and to be able to feel and smell her body- it was nothing I wanted more. I didn’t care if I was a loser.

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” It was Catherine’s voice. “He’s obsessed you know. If you keep sticking your feet in his face you’re probably encouraging him to run around and steal more stockings.” “Well yeah, but now that he’s outed and everybody knows he is a foot freak, he can’t steal anything and get away with it.” Monica said. “But if he does, I‘m going to make him go to school wearing nothing but pantyhose. Hear that, Fido? You’re allowed to speak right now. Repeat what I just said.” She lifted her feet from my face. “If I steal somebody’s stockings you are going to make me go to school wearing nothing but pantyhose.“ I said. She put her feet back down. “That’s right. I actually hope he’s gonna do it. It would be fucking hilarious to watch him walk around like that.” She said to Catherine. “It sure would.” Catherine said. Hearing myself repeating her words made it clear that it would actually happen. I surely wasn’t going to steal anything. Walking around naked except for that female clothing would surely ruin my social life once and for all. I could even be arrested. Yet Monica was capable of doing anything to me. The only limit was her imagination. 

I woke up the next morning with a sense of déjà vu. My chin was kicked lightly a couple of times followed by toes rubbing against my nose. “Wake up and smell the feet!” a girl’s voice exclaimed triumphantly. I was still on the floor next to the sofa, attached to the table by a collar and leash. Everything came back to me with dreadful clarity. Before leaving, Monica had told Catherine’s younger sister, who arrived sometime late in the evening, to treat me anyway she wanted to. Monica also had told me to be obedient or else… Catherine’s sister Trudy could hardly be more than one year younger. Like her sister she was early developed, all the female features were there, in the same striking proportions, although she was probably just fifteen years old. Her face was maybe not quite as model-gorgeous as Catherine’s, but still very pretty. While Catherine had blue eyes, Trudy’s were green and piercing. To me, the biggest difference between them was the personality. Perhaps it was just because she was younger and somewhat immature, but Trudy was more like Monica than Catherine. Even though, or maybe because, she had never seen me before, Trudy picked up on Monica’s rudeness towards me right away. She had made me clean her shoes and stockings, she had slapped me for not doing a good job, and when she went to bed she had commanded me to stay put. Now she was back. She was only wearing a big t-shirt, and probably panties although I could not tell from my angle. Her hair was pulled back. She ate something from a plate that she held above her breasts. One naked leg was curled beneath her on the sofa, the other was stretched out towards me, her foot resting on the side of my face. “Lick it!” she commanded. I moved my head upwards and licked her salty tasting toes and sole. She continued to eat.

After a while she put the plate down on the floor next to me. “Here doggie, finish it.” Even though I had been humiliated much worse the night before, it was really degrading to wake up and be treated like a dog by some stranger. I turned towards the plate. The were some dinner leftovers. She had been eating it with a fork but had not supplied me with one. I begun to use my hand but she kicked it away. “A-a! Dogs don’t eat like that.” I put my face down to the plate and tried to grab the food with my teeth. I could feel her watching me. I already had food all over my face when her foot pressed down on the back of my head, grinding my face into what was left on the plate. She giggled quietly. “Let me look at you.” She pulled my head up by my hear. “Yack! That looks really disgusting, but there is still some food left!” She put her foot down on the plate, grinding her sole and toes into the food, then lifted her foot just above the plate and told me to eat. She fed me with her foot until the plate was clean. Then she helped me clean my face by rubbing her foot against the food there and have me lick it off her sole. It took some time to make everything clean to her satisfaction. All the while her green eyes were watching me with curious interest like I was an object for her to experiment with. When finished she sat back and stretched her body. “Hmmm, I don’t really know what to do with you now.” she said, still looking at me the same way, as if was actually a dog. “Maybe I should take you for a walk around the garden… yeah…” She untied the leash from the table and made me stand on all fours. Something fell out of my pocket. “Hey, what’s that?“ she said. It was the package with the stockings I had bought for Catherine.  “Is that a present for Catherine? Why didn’t you give it last night?” I didn’t know what to say, or if I even was supposed to speak. “Or did you steal it?” she continued. The word ‘steal‘ sent a chill up my spine and almost broke my submissive silence, but only almost. She was looking at me with real curiosity, but it didn’t seem like she was expecting an answer. “I wanna know what that is… Give it here!” I handed her the gift. She tore off the paper. “A pair of stockings! Well, isn’t that a surprise. Quite the leg man, aren’t you. Maybe not man, though…” She had a closer look at it. “These are expensive ones… really nice. Stay-ups too.” She hesitated, probably considering what to do with them. She looked at me, then looked into the next room to see if anybody was around. Then she sat back down on the sofa. “I don’t know why you had these on you, but I don’t care. I’m gonna wear them right now. I bet it’s gonna turn you on.” She put one rolled up stocking over her toes, then stretched her leg out with her foot right in front of my face and rolled it up just above the midst of her thigh. It was a perfect fit. “Are you drooling yet?” she teased. I almost was. She did the same with the other stocking. In the back of my mind, despite the distressful situation, it suddenly occurred to my how useful the production of salvia was for licking dry and salty feet. She got up and pranced around seductively, wiggling her ass, stroking her legs, showing off the stockings. “What are you looking at?” she said, her face suddenly turning dead serious. I turned my face down, still standing on all fours. She sat down on my back. She grabbed my hair and shook my head a little. Then I heard someone enter the room behind me. “Oh god, is he still here?” it was Catherine. “He sure is.” Trudy replied. “Well, I don’t wanna see him. Get him out of here. You shouldn’t be treating him like that anyway.“ “Well, Monica is!“ “Yeah, but Monica is Monica. She is… what stockings is that you‘re wearing?” “The dork gave them to me.” “He gave them to you?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Well, he had them in his pocket and I noticed so he gave them to me.” “He had them in his pocket?” Catherine was raising her voice. “Well, did you ask were he got them, or why he would have them in his pocket?” “No, I…” Trudy was becoming a bit puzzled by her sister’s temper. “Have you been stealing AGAIN?!…” She was obviously asking me, and I was on the brink to panic, but no words came out of my mouth. It was like I had lost my speaking ability. The next thing I felt was a sharp shot of pain and I cried out as Catherine kicked me in the balls from behind. I fell over with Trudy on top of me. She started laughing from her sister’s unusual and surprising behaviour. She got up off me and Catherine appeared in front of me. She was wearing blue tights that stopped at her ankles, and a big t-shirt just like Trudy. The kick had brought my voice back. I had to say something, I couldn’t be taken for a thief one more time. “Please may I speak?” I asked. “Yes you may!” Catherine yelled back at me. “I bought the stockings, I swear to god, the package is right there. I wanted to give them to you, because, as you know, I stole the other pair from you earlier. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. But I didn’t put them on the gift table last night, because I got worried that I would reveal myself as the thief.” “Well, you surely revealed yourself anyway, didn’t you.” Catherine said. “What a loser.” Trudy commented. “Well, fair enough. I think Andrew has had his share of humiliation for now. Will you please escort him out of the house, and leave those stockings in my room.” Catherine told Trudy. She turned around and walked away. Disappointed, Trudy barked at me to give her the leash. I picked it up and gave it to her. “Crawl!” she made me walk in front of her on a tight leash, kicking my ass with every other step. When we got to the door I found my shoes, but wasn’t able to put them on while remaining on all fours. I looked up at her for permission to sit down or some hint of what to do. “Out!” she just commanded. I crawled out the door with the shoes in my hands. She gave me one last kick that hit my sore balls. I cried out again, probably to the attention of the neighbours. She giggled and finally took the collar off. Then she went back inside and shut the door without a word. I put my shoes on and hurried off.