Victory feast, chapter 15
by nerraw


I kneel at the foot of the table as I pour four goblets of wine, and I
hand one of them to each of the four other slaves. I then pour a fifth 
goblet to serve to my Mistress. Each of us males kneels beside the 
chair of his Mistress with his knees spread wide, and with his head 
bowed in the proper posture of humility. Each man's erect penis 
points up at a jaunty angle to reveal his passionate devotion to his 
Mistress. Each man holds a goblet of wine up to her in both of his 
hands.

	Each Amazon takes her goblet of wine from the hands of 
her own slave. The words "please" or "thank you" are not even in an 
Amazon's vocabulary when she is talking to her lowly slave. They 
ignore the males all together as they continue to discuss their recent 
victory over the men of the Male Chauvinist Empire as they sip their 
wine.

	As my Mistress takes her goblet of wine from my trembling 
hands, she plants her foot on my chest  in order to prevent me from 
lowering my head to the floor at her feet. My head is bowed in the 
proper posture of humility as I kneel before her. "Present your face, 
slave," Pantariste demands, "I want to examine you!" I turn my face 
upward for her inspection. With the big toe of her bare foot my 
Mistress slowly traces a path from my chin to my lower lip.  She 
thrusts her toes on my lower lip and she forces my lip downward, 
exposing my lower teeth.

	"You have nice teeth, cock" Pantariste says approvingly. 
She runs the tips of her bare toes across my lower teeth.  Rudely, she 
proceeds to prod my gums. Cruelly, she rakes her toes over my 
tongue and she probes the inside of my mouth. "Pull your upper lip 
up so that I can examine your uppers." the Amazon demands tersely. 
I immediately obey her lewd command, stretching my lip upward to 
expose my upper teeth. She probes my upper teeth and gums with 
her toes.

	"Very good teeth," she says approvingly, "Now open that 
mouth wide!" I open my mouth as wide as possible. "That is not 
good enough," my Mistress proclaims, and suddenly she thrusts her 
foot deep into my oral cavity. I feel her bare foot probe and prod the 
inside of my mouth. "I like my slaves to have wide mouths!", she 
says, "Is that all the further you can open yours?"

	I try to nod, but it is an impossible task with her foot 
imbedded deep in my mouth. The other women at the table giggle 
gleefully as she begins to foot fuck my mouth. She forces her bare 
foot deep into my mouth. I almost choke on her foot as she shoves it 
deep into my throat. The foot fucking of my mouth continues for 
three or four minutes as the five Amazons laugh wickedly. Then this 
brutal violation of my mouth ends suddenly as she withdraws her 
foot from my abused oral cavity, and she allows me to collapse at 
her feet. The women continue to discuss their stunning victory over 
the men of the Male Chauvinist Empire as they merrily eat and drink.

	Soon the Amazons have finished eating their food and it is 
time for us males to feed. It is the tradition that the male shall eat the 
scraps that remain on the plate of his Mistress after she has eaten her 
fill. The male is not permitted the use of his hands when he eats, but 
he must take the food only with his mouth like a dog.

	Iphito simply dumps the contents of her plate on the floor at 
her feet. Her slave Conquered Cock takes the food directly from the 
floor with his mouth like an animal. Iphito expects him to lick the 
floor clean when he is done eating all of the food. 

	Ainippe likes to feed her slave Fallen Stallion by hand. She 
has him eating out of her hand like he was a household pet. Swift 
Mare picks up a morsel of beef between her fingers and holds it out 
to her slave. Fallen Stallion takes the meat from her fingers with his 
lips and eats it.

	Barkida holds a piece of beef up over her head, and she 
makes her slave, Big Foot beg like a dog. She drops the beef, and 
Big Foot catches it in his mouth as it falls. She performs this trick a 
couple more times before she dumps her plate on the floor at her 
feet. Big Foot lowers his head to the floor, and he begins eating the 
food doggie style. The foot of his Mistress rests on top of his head as 
he eats.

	Pantariste has always practiced the most extreme forms of 
female domination. Thus she has found the most humiliating way of 
feeding her slave. First she drops a small piece of beef on the floor 
and she picks it up between her toes. I take the beef from between 
her toes with my lips and I eat it. I lick her toes clean of the juices of 
the beef.

	Whining Dog lies on his back at the feet of his Mistress as 
she sits in her chair with one foot on his chest. One by one Areto 
drops morsels of food from her plate into his open mouth.

	Us males are all very tired from working hard in the fields. 
We had labored under the command of girls who were too young to 
fight in the battle. These young girls were eager to prove their ability 
to dominate men. The girls had worked us very hard. After being fed 
us men are very sleepy. The women continue to talk of their victory 
upon the field as they sip their wine. Each man falls asleep under the 
table at the feet of his Mistress.

	Whining Dog lies on his back at the feet of his Mistress as 
he sleeps. Areto sits with both her feet resting on his chest. He 
begins to snore loudly and Areto sticks her foot into his open mouth 
in order to silence him.

	Big Foot sleeps on his knees with his ass sticking up in the 
air, and his head down on the floor at the feet of his Mistress. 
Barkida pats his head affectionately with her foot for a moment. 
Then she places her foot on his neck.

	I curl up on my side at the feet of my Mistress. Pantariste 
sits at the table and sips her wine as she talks with her friends. Her 
foot rests on the side of my face. I turn my face upwards and I kiss 
the sole of her foot affectionately. I fall into a peaceful contented 
slumber. My head is filled with pleasant dreams of making love to 
my beautiful Mistress.

	The victory feast is ending. Amazons are beginning to leave 
the throne room of Themiscrya, each with a male slave in tow. 
Pantariste gets up from her chair. She places her foot on my shoulder 
and she rolls me over on my back. She plants her foot squarely on 
my chest and she shakes me violently awake. The victory feast is 
over and it is time for me to get to my feet, and to heel my mistress.
 
							
		the end