Goddess Padma looked absolutely resplendent in the doorway as I hastily crawled
toward her with Goddess Gita riding my back. I promptly cupped her heels to plant
innumerable welcoming kisses on her toes while she and Goddess Gita locked lips
in a long, long embrace. The mother and daughter were invariably delighted to be
with each other as I hovered over their feet with uneasy anticipation of my impending
degradation. My heart sank when I noticed Goddess Padma's shoes - a brand new
pair of "pinpointers", a very cruel looking pair of pencil thin stiletto heels terminating
in pencil sharp points. Her toes rested on paper thin soles that rose up acutely under
her high arches to meet with those vicious sky scraper heels!! I wondered how she
even got to the door because there is no way she could walk on those on her own
without help! Even just standing steady on those heels was a miracle! Goddess Padma
often dons these pinpoint shoes just to scare the daylights out of me!!

I nervously sensed what was in store for me. When Goddesses Gita and Padma finally
unlocked their lips, they took notice of each other's shoes and squealed with delight.
Gita complimented Padma on her shoes and playfully suggested she would need help
to "break in those heels" to help her walk. Padma commented to Gita about her vicious
looking "denial" shoes that she normally puts on to punish me for being a "bad doggie".
Then they both parked themselves on my back and cracked their whips, ordering me to
crawl to the adjacent FOOT FAM room which is customized to familiarize me with my
Goddesses' feet in their vast array of shoe styles. This room has floor to knee-high
mirrors all along the walls and is sparsely furnished with just a couch in the center. A
shoe rack sits in one corner, well stocked with a variety of shoes to suit my Goddesses'
moods. And like in every room and the hallways, one wall of the Foot Fam room is
decked with various whips, collars, leashes and other torture items for easy access.

My Goddesses yanked my leash indicating me to stop crawling when I reached the
couch where both my riding Goddesses got off and sat down. Goddess Padma had
me remove her shoes and massage her feet that had tired from her outing earlier. I
caressed her toes, gently rubbed her soles and palmed her heels. Then I tongued her
entire feet up to her ankles, sucked each toe and between and finally "incubated" her
feet, one at a time by swallowing almost her entire foot deep into my mouth. When her
feet finally felt a little rested, Goddess Padma removed them from my mouth and wiped
them on my face and ordered her pinpointers back on her feet.

Goddess Gita, in a rare show of sympathy, permitted me to remove her "denial" shoes
and allowed me to look at her beautiful toes again as she seductively wiggled them under
my nose. She had noticed my terrified look when I greeted Goddess Padma in her pinpointed
heels and decided to put on a pair herself. She pointed to a pair of all exposing single strap
shoes with 10 inch ice pick heels that gave me the shivers just looking at!! I was shaking as
I picked them off the shoe rack, tongue cleaned them and eased Goddess Gita's feet into
them.

Here they were, my stepmother Goddess Padma and her daughter and my stepsister,
Goddess Gita all set to break in their new heels and there I was like a male Cinderella -
more like Cinderfella - at their beck and call as if to help get ready for the Royal Ball !!!
The mother-daughter dominatrix duo got off the couch as I held their ankles to steady
them and they stood up with their precious feet resting on those ever-so-thin dagger like
heels. As they began to walk, pretty much like a baby's first steps, their feet unsteady and
their heels swaying, they held on tightly to their leash around my neck and having me follow
them close to their heels. Their sharp pointed heels were leaving deep impressions on the
wooden parquet floor and I shuddered to think what they would do to me. Every now and
then, they would stagger and sit down on my back so as not to slip and fall - if they ever did,
I knew I would be mercilessly whipped and trampled to pulp, not to mention other punishment
to follow.

After a few steps, their confidence grew and they felt more assured of walking a little
quicker and taking regular steps. Now they were strutting on those towering heels as if
they were wearing regular heels and I had to crawl faster to keep up with them. The mirrors
all along the walls gave me a panoramic view of their feet and shoes as I tagged behind them.
Once in a while, I managed to sneak a glance at the reflection of my two premiere dominatrixes,
their facial make up and hairdo accentuating their stern, sadistic looks. They stopped to pick
out a couple of whips off the wall - Goddess Gita selected a knotted cat-o-nine tails and Goddess
Padma a short thick braided leather whip. They looked so menacing with their whips raised in
unison and I winced as they joyously made fresh welts on my body.

Goddess Padma taunted me further: "Did you ever thank your stepsister for forgiving
you for
not greeting her arrival in a timely manner earlier?"

Before I could respond, Goddess Gita retorted: "No, mother dear, he did not!"

"And why not, you shithead?" Padma screamed and sat herself down on my back and
ordered me to crawl over to Gita. "Get up on my knees and worship her ass,"  Padma
commanded. " I want to see your lips wrapped around her asshole and your tongue deep
inside her, understand, you poor excuse for a slavedog?"

I was kneeling erect behind Goddess Gita with Goddess Padma perched upon my
shoulders watching me intently with fire in her eyes and venom in her tone. Goddess
Gita leaned forward thrusting her ass directly into my face. I held Goddess Padma's
pinpointed heels in my hands and placed my mouth over Goddess Gita's ass and my
tongue reaming it deep inside. My degradation was further heightened as she took slow
steps toward the couch and I walked on my knees behind her with Goddess Padma on
my shoulders goading me to keep worshipping Goddess Gita.

When my two Goddesses returned to the couch, I prostrated myself at their stilettoed
heels and profusely begged for their forgiveness while they mused themselves at my plight.
I watched them kiss long and hard as they stabbed their pinpointed heels into my chest and
stomach taking a load off their feet as they rested themselves.

A few minutes later, there was a flurry of clicking heels entering the front door, signaling
the return of my other "resident" Goddesses back to THE DOG POUND. They began
to frantically search for me from room to room and getting angrier by the second! Finally,
I heard the clicks of heels getting louder as they approached the Foot Fam room. I lay
quietly like an obedient footrest under Goddesses Padma's and Gita's feet over my face
and body waiting to be found by my just arrived Goddesses. Their "doggie hunt" for was
about to be over.