Mother-In-Law Rules Part Two

I crawl to her sitting on the couch with my head bowed, hoping that she will have mercy on me. She is staying silent which is scaring me and since I don’t know what to do I just put my forehead to the ground showing her humility. She starts rubbing my hair with her left foot.

“You are a pathetic little man. It’s no wonder my daughter has lovers.”

I am heart broken as I hear this; all I want to do is be good enough for her daughter.

“…but you are perfect for her, for us, I knew that the second I met you. You are submissive, obedient, eager to please. You realize that the woman rules the household and you know your place.” All of this strangely makes me feel better. “Over the years I have taught you how to be a good husband and son-in-law to me and my daughter, and I think it is time we finish your training.”

Finish my training? What is she talking about?

“In order for you to be completely trained, you must prove to me that your only focus is on pleasing us, not yourself, so as far as your release date goes, I’m making it a full year.” As I hear this from under her foot I start to panic a little. “And you will not beg me to have mercy, nor will you try to convince me to reduce it to four or five months. In fact, you will thank me for it.”

Thank her? Why would I ever do that? She puts her toes under my chin and raises my head and stares right into my eyes.

“Your only focus is to please us; your pleasure doesn’t count. I am your mother in law and the matriarch of this household. Under our roof you are nothing but a servant and a sex toy, that is what a good husband is for.”

She grabs my chin with her hand and brings me face to face with her. Her eyes feel like they are piercing into my soul.

“Do you understand, boy?”

“Y-yes, Madame.”

She throws my face back down at her feet, “Now how about showing some appreciation for my lessons?”

I am terrified of her, and I don’t know why but I feel like what she is saying makes sense. I love my wife, and I just want her to be happy. And Linda is the woman who gave birth to my wife, so I love her too. Certainly I must do what is best for them, I just want to see them happy, so for the first time since I met my mother in law, I bow my head and touch my lips to her feet in pure adoration and worship, not fear. I have forgotten all about my release date. I just want to please this woman now. The same woman who brainwashed me to be such a groveling obedient servant. I worship the ground she walks on. I kiss her whole foot in worship, I kiss every single toe.

“Thank you m’am, thank you for teaching me my place. I only wish to please you and my wife. Please allow me to keep being your humble servant.”

She raises her foot so I start kissing the bottom of her foot. I plant kisses everywhere in adoration and when I get to the bottom of her toes, I look up at her with pleading submissive eyes, to show her my submission and I can tell by her smile that she approves.

“Things are going to change around here, boy. Bow your head.” I place my head on the ground and she puts her feet on my neck, using it as a foot rest. “From now on, whenever you are in my presence, my daughter’s presence, or any woman’s presence in this household, you will be on your knees, head bowed. Women are superior in this household; males are only there to make our lives easier. Every time you greet a woman, you should be on your knees and kiss her feet or footwear. You will not speak unless spoken to. You only exist to please us. Do you understand all of this?” She says tapping her foot on my neck.

“Yes Madame, your word is law, your wish is my command.” I say, which makes her giggle a little.

“That’s right, the female always rules.”

So we spend most of the night with me serving as her footrest and after a long foot massage she goes to bed and leaves me to my duties.
The next day, I am in the living room sweeping while the Mistress of the house is out shopping, when I suddenly hear the door open. I quickly rush to the door and get on my knees, head bowed. She walks in with shopping bags, looking as elegant as always.

I kiss her black pumps and say, “Welcome home, madame. May I take your coat and bags?”

She hands me her coat but not her bags. She then walks over to the couch, places her bags on the coffee table and tells me to crawl to her.

“Since our little chat last night, I thought it would be a good idea to buy you a gift,” she says while looking through one of the bags. She pulls out a collar attached to a leash and shows it to me. The collar had my name engraved on it. “Bow your head,” she says.

And as I bow my head she places the collar and leash on me. This probably would have shocked me a few days ago, but right now it just felt appropriate.

“Well?” she says, tugging my leash. “Don’t you have anything to say?”

“Sorry madame, thank you for this wonderful gift, madame,” I say and begin kissing her feet to show appreciation.

“Hmmm, you know while you’re down there, why don’t you lick my shoes clean?”

Lick her shoes? Is she serious? I had cleaned her and her daughter’s shoes many times, but never had to lick them. Well, I am in no position to argue anymore, and I just want to see her pleased so I stick out my tongue and begin shining her shoes with it.

I hear her giggle and say, “Good boy!”

I lick the tops of her shoes until they shine and then to my horror she raises her right foot and say, “Now the bottoms, doggy.”

I hesitate to do that because I am afraid of getting sick, but before I know it I feel a stinging pain on my back. I look up and see her holding a whip!

“Did you think the collar was the only thing I bought to keep you in line? Lick the bottom of my shoe, boy, and get used to it because from now on that is how you will be cleaning all of our footwear. You are a slave and you have no rights in this house.”

I start licking the bottom of her shoe and it tastes bitter, but I manage to get through the task even if she does whip me a few more times. She then decides to have some fun with the new toys she bought, so she walks me around the house and makes me bark like a dog. It is so humiliating, but it was really amusing her so I could endure it. She settles back down on the couch and has me take her pumps off to reveal her bare feet. She has me get her a glass of wine and she begins drinking while I begin massaging her feet.

“God my feet really stink, I can smell them from here. I can only imagine how bad the smell is down there,” she taunts. “Most people wouldn’t go anywhere near them because of the smell, but you don’t mind do you?” she says, as she puts one of her feet right on my face, cupping my nose with her toes.

“No M’am,” I dutifully reply.

“Of course you don’t, you are a slave and you would do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”

Of course I respond with, “Yes m’am.” from behind her left foot.

“I bet if I asked you to, you would even lick the bottom of my stinky foot. In fact, why don’t you stick your tongue out?”

Now she wants me to lick her putrid feet? Does my humiliation have no end? I reluctantly stick my tongue out and she begins wiping her callused old sole all over it. It tastes incredibly salty and it is slimy and disgusting. I am struggling to keep a happy look on my face.

“Your tongue feels nice on my foot, go ahead and use it to massage my feet while also using your hands.”

As I massage her right foot with my hand, she puts her left foot on the floor and I begin to slither my tongue all over it.

“This way you can massage and bathe my feet at the same time. You are like a portable human spa for my feet. Here you are cleaning them, massaging them, and softening my calluses with your tongue,” she says with a chuckle.

As soon as she says that, I understand that I need to start focusing more on her calluses, so I move my tongue over to her callused heel but it does not do much.

“Why don’t you use your teeth?”

It’s not enough that I am licking this woman’s feet, now I have to use my teeth to scrape the dead skin and calluses off her heels?

“Yes M’am.”

This technique seems to work as I begin to get a lot of the dead skin going into my mouth, which of course I swallow. She tells me to switch feet and I repeat the process on her other foot.

“Oh yeah, from now on this is how you pamper my feet, slave. And the same will go for Lauren, she is going to love this.”

As I move my tongue up to her toes she says, “Make sure you get in between the toes.”

So I start to slither my tongue between each toe and then begin sucking on them individually, making sure I am also sucking out any dirt from her toenails. It scares me how much I am getting into this. I am so desperate to please this woman and all I care about right now is making sure I do a good job. When I move back to her left foot, as I am sucking on her big toe, I raise my eyes to her, and for a moment, my eyes met hers. I look at her in the same way a submissive whore looks at a man in the eyes while she is blowing him. She looks back at me with a reassuring and dominant look that makes me feel comfort and fear at the same time.

I keep doing this for about an hour. My tongue feels like sandpaper, but I don’t dare to stop. She recently had me get her a cigarette and now she was almost finished with it. She pulls her feet away, has me bow my head so she can dry them on my hair, and tells me to go fetch her slippers and bring them back with my mouth. I do so and I place them on her feet.

She than stands up and says, “Good night, slave.”

As soon as she said that I feel a strong burning sensation on my back. I yelp in pain while she giggles. I cannot believe it, she just put her cigarette out on my back. The cigarette falls to on the floor and she says, “Make sure you clean that up, boy,” as she walks away.

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