Alice's Feet, Part 3
(Posted on Sunday, September 9, 2001)
This story was submitted by votrechienfidele@yahoo.com.

To read the beginning, click Alice's Feet, Part 1

My friends, if you see one day my Aunt Alice in a mall, or in a restaurant, in the cinema, in the street or anywhere else, I advise you to go to her and go down on your knees in front of her and start begging. If she is in a good mood, perhaps she will allow you to kiss and lick the ground under her royal feet, and if you are a lucky guy maybe, with more begging, she will let you kiss and lick the soles of her shoes. And if you are the luckiest man on earth, she may allow you to kiss and lick her feet and lovely toes.

In fact, I'm this luckiest man because she has accepted me to be her dog at her feet. I love licking the soles of her flat shoe near her bed like she ordered me before as she was sleeping. At dawn, the soles of her shoes are very clean as if they are new.

As is sometimes the case, at 7 a.m. I heard a noise in her bed. I thought to myself, "She must be awake."

In fact, I heard her whistle and say, "Doggie, where are you doggie? Come here."

I jump over to her feet and and start barking, "Ouaf, Ouaf, Ouaf."

"Ha, ha, there you are my little puppy," she says.

Then she puts her beautiful hands on my hair and starts stroking me, just like a dog. I remember taking her soft hand, and like a crazy dog, I start barking and licking it with passion without stopping. After 5 minutes of licking her hand, she orders me, "OK, It's enough doggie. Stop licking."

I could not stop myself. On the contrary, I increase my barking and licking. "Ouaf, Ouaf, Ouaf, Ouaf," I bark as I contnue to lick.

Then she slapped me on the face very hard with her hand and yelled at me, "I said stop is doggie!"

Immediately, I bow down, lift her small cute feet, and put them on my cheek. I place my other cheek onto the floor and bark in a low voice.

"I see. You ask for forgiveness." She says to me. "Kiss my feet if you want to have them."

I start kissing her soft soles with quick passionate kisses .

"Ok, it's enough. I forgive you," she says.

"Ouaf, Ouaf," I bark to her. It's my way to thank her.

"Now, you are a good doggie," she tells me as she smiles.

On this day, it was a week from Christmas Eve and I wanted to prepare a gift for my goddess aunt Alice. I wanted to make her happy so that she would forgive me when I didn't stoplicking her hand as she had commanded. So I tell her that I will go and bring her back a gift for Christmas.

"No honey, it's not necessary," she tells me. "If I make you my dog, you are not obliged to give me anything."

"I will do that for free to please you, " I tell her.

"Honestly, when I am at work, you serve me well at home. You clean my house, cook my dinner, wash my clothes, you even give me foot massages all of the time. You are a really good servant to me. I appreciate so much the way that you clean the soles of all my shoes. Oh, you know you are my doggie or my donkie ... whatever!" Then she kisses me.

I go down on my knees again. "Ouaf!" I bark outloud. "Mistresses do not kiss their dogs. Ouaf," I said to her as I began to kiss her shoes.

"I think that I should call you a name. What about Max?"

"Ouaf, Ouaf," I barked in agreement.

"Ah, ha. I think you're agreeing with me. Good."

The next time that I went to my aunt's house, it was Christmas Eve. She welcomed me with a big tender smile and said to me sadly, "When you left the house, it wasn't the same. I don't know how to clean my house, cook my dinner or even clean my toilet! You usually do this for me. I'm glad that you have come back." Then she lifted her hand to me.

I took her hand and kissed it with love. As I continued to kiss her hand, I went down on my knees. "I will never leave you, Mistress aunt Alice."

"Very good Max. I'm happy now. Come on in, but on all fours like a good obedient dog," she said with a laugh. "I have a surprise for you!"

We entered the living room and she turned to me and said, "Go and and take your place and she left the room."

I sat on the sofa waiting for her.

When she came back in, she looked at me and said, "I see that you have forgetten what you are and where you should be. Your place is on the ground under my feet and not on the sofa like human!"

I jumped to her feet and began barking and kissing the ground under her feet. "Ouaf, Ouaf,  Ouaf, Ouaf!"

"Ah, Ah, …Ok, stop that Max , stop it and show me the gift."

I gave her a paper, which she read and then yelled. "What? You gave me your house and your car?"

"Ouaf, Yes Mistress Alice. Your dog should not own anything."

"Oh, thank you doggie. It's very nice. Actually, I have a gift for you, too. I didn't wash my feet for a week. I'll allow you to eat all of my toe dirt."

She lifted her foot to my face and ordered, "Eat doggie!"

I started barking and licking between her toes. "Ouaf. Thank you aunt Alice for your goddess gift. Ouaf! Your toe jam is delicious. Ouaf. I want to eat it all please. Ouaf!"

"Ah, Ah, … Ok, stay calm doggie you will eat it all!"

My friends, a toe jam from my Aunt Alice is the most delicious thing I had ever eaten in my life. It's the most delicious fruit that God has given to us. The fruit of the little aunt Alice's toes. My friends, if you see one day my Aunt Alice in a mall, or in a restaurant, in the cinema, in the street or anywhere else, I advise you to go to her and go down on your knees in front of her and start begging. Perhaps she will allow you to lick between her soft toes and if you are lucky, mabye you will find a jam (I mean dirt), and you will understand what I mean when I write this.

I will welcome each and eveyone's comments. Please e-mail me at votrechienfidele@yahoo.com.