Our Proposal
by Raymond2255@aol.com

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Part 1:

It was my sophomore year at college, and I was tired of living the dorm life so I decided it was time to look for an apartment. I found an ad on a campus information board that 2 guys were looking to share a three bedroom two bathroom apartment. I called and spoke to Dylan one of the guys and he sounded really cool. He gave me directions and I headed over. The apartment was great, and I moved in right away. The first six months Dylan, Michael, and myself did pretty much everything together. At the time none of us had girlfriends, and we were having so much fun without them. Every once in awhile one of us would bring one home for fun, but never a serious relationship.
After about six months the apartment life was getting old with Dylan and Michael. They both came from well off families, and did not have to work any part time jobs. On top of that they were only taking three classes a semester. So, life was one big party for the two guys. I myself was 30 hours a week, and taking five classes. It got to the point our friendships died, and we became roommates. They were always making wise cracks about me being a "dead beat". I had already decided as soon as my one year contract was up I was moving out. Well, at least that's what I thought.
The day that changed my way of living was during my tenth month at the apartment. I had already started marking the days on my calendar counting down the days till I moved out of the apartment, and could get away from the party dudes. I came in from work around midnight after going to school all day and working an eight hour shift at work as a waiter, and was ready to crash when I found the envelope taped to my bedroom door. On the outside of the envelope it read "SUMMONS". At first I thought it was a joke, but oh was I wrong. It read "You have been found guilty of cheating on your biology exam and if you wish to hear OUR PROPOSAL open the present on your bed and follow the instructions." I opened the present and found a pink & purple toga, a pair of panties, a purple collar, and pair of pink cheap flip flops. The note said dress in this outfit and be kneeling at the door at 2am awaiting our arrival to discuss OUR PROPOSAL on your punishment for your crime for cheating on your biology exam.
I did not know what to do because reality was I did cheat on my biology exam, but how did they know they never went to class. They must found the answer manual I had bought off from another student. But, all I kept thinking they can't turn me in I must obey them at this point. I put on the outfit, and started feeling degraded before Dylan and Michael even arrived at the apartment. I waited and I waited and then around 2:30am I heard someone laughing outside the door screaming "WERE HOME OUR LITTLE BITCH!"

Part 2:

The door opened, and the first thing I noticed Dylan had a camcorder in his right hand. I felt a little at ease since it was only them, and they had not brought any friends with them.
"You know Chad I think pink is definitely your color" said Michael. I did not know what to say I just kind of smiled. "Boy, you don't know how to answer to someone who has you by your little pink balls." said Dylan. "Thank You Sir!" I replied staring at the ground. I was so humiliated and degraded I could not even look them in the face. "Alright let's get the ball rolling crawl over to the couch and kneel down before us!" said with a grin on his face. "We've given this a lot of thought and we have come with a proposal for a punishment you can serve and in return we will not turn you over to the dean's office. Are you interested in this proposal?" asked Dylan. "Yes, sir! What ever ya'll want" I replied. I noticed Michael grabbed the camcorder from Dylan and started recording. "State your name! said Dylan. "Chad Allen" I said. "Do you admit to purchasing a answer manual to the biology exam last week from another student?" asked Dylan. "Yes sir" I replied. "Do you wish to hear our proposal for you?" asked Dylan. "Yes sir anything I can do!" I said.
"Here's the proposal! You will sign an agreement admitting to cheating on the exam and in return of not turning you in to the dean's office you will become Michael and my personal slave for the next two years. You will serve us, entertain us, and even worship us. Everything you do will be for us, and the only thing you will do without permission is breathe. This is 365 day a year with no breaks. We control everything you do including your finances and personal property. First thing you will sell your car, and we will purchase you a car for you to simply get around. Your bedroom will become our storage and dirty clothes room. We will take all your personal stuff and sell whatever we don't want to keep for ourselves. You will quit your job, and we find you a new one to fit our schedule. Basically your life of freedom is over." said Dylan smiling the whole time. "Yes sir I except the proposal with full cooperation" I said feeling uneasy the entire time. If I would have only knew what was in stored for me.
The next day I was told to skip class because there was lots of preparations for our new lifestyle at the apartment. By the end of the day my car I worked my ass for was replace with a used neon green car. They had made close to $12,000 dollars off my car, and on top of that got the neon green Ford Escort for me. The car was at least 10 years old, and had no radio or air condition. My car tag read "MY CAR". All of my clothes, shoes, and personal belongings were taken away from me, and what Dylan and Michael did not want they sold to friends at dirt cheap prices. They sold my brand new Birkenstocks for $10. I quit my job, and waited for orders for my new job. I reduced my class schedule to three classes which were from 8am-11am. This gave me the rest of the day and night time to serve my two masters.
After they sold my bedroom furniture my bedroom consisted of the following: an ironing board, iron, dirty clothes hampers with my master's clothes in them, shoe rack for my master's shoes, a baby potty chair (to use the bathroom), a trash can with a lid, dog bowls for my food, and candles to see at night. They removed all light bulbs, and closed off my air vent. I was given a tiny portable fan to use on hot nights. The only clothes I owned was my toga outfit which I had to wear at all times at the apartment, and a solid white T-shirt, a pair of tight black umbros, and a pair of cheap brown flip flops. This is what I had to school everyday which was such humiliation because my past life I was name brand guy. I just told people I was tired of name brand clothes and needed a change. Within a couple of weeks no one spoke to me.
About three months into my enslavement is when Master Michael found how much I hated feet. I got grossed out even if someone touched me with their foot. One time I lost a bet and had to kiss my cousin's feet and I thought I was going to die. Well, I walked into the apartment and Dylan said "Change into your toga uniform and then come to kneel before me for a worshipping session." But, today's worshipping session was different I usually only had to bow down to him and say my chant "I worship you Master Michael day and night." With an evil grin Michael said "My precious slave I just got back from working out for two straight hours and my feet are killing me. Take off my shoes and give me a nice foot rub." I did as I was told as he watched TV even though the whole time I thought I was going to die.
Michael was a tall guy, and wore a size 12. I took off his Nikes, and began rubbing his feet. He then told me to smell them as I rubbed them. He noticed I was not enjoying this so he told me to stop and lie on the ground face up. He then rubbed his size 12 socked feet all over my face continuously for at least 10 minutes. "You like feet little bitch well I'm sure your masters can find you lots of feet to become acquainted with around campus!" I was actually trying to hold my breathe as much as possible because is feet were soaked in dirt and sweat and were smelling something terrible. He then ordered to meet to get back up on my knees and remove his socks with my teeth. They were ankle socks so this was not very hard. But, he made sure as I was pulling the socks off with my teeth his nice sweaty foot ran across my face. Once I got them off he told me to clean them.
I proceeded to go get a towel when he screamed "No need for a towel just use your tongue. Your probably hungry and can snack on my toe cheese. I licked each foot for at least 20 minutes continuously from sole to toe. He made lick the bottom of his feet clean, and then between his toes. I had to eat any dirt and lint I found between his toes. He then made me clip his toenails, and made me beg for them like a dog on my knees as he fed them to me one by one. After about a good hour of foot cleaning he told me his feet were feeling cleaner and I needed to wash them off now to get all my worthless saliva off his feet. I was almost done washing Master Michael's feet when Master Dylan came in with size 11 feet in sandals. And, the fun started all over. As I was cleaning Master Dylan's feet with my humble tongue I noticed feet that have been in sandals are lot worse to clean. Master Dylan's feet were even worse then Master Michael's feet.
They decided my new slave name would be "Toejam" and their toejam would be my equality to my masters. From then on out I began cleaning their feet once in the morning and once at night before bed, and sometimes throughout the day. Whenever they had friend's over I had to clean their feet, and Master Dylan even had younger brothers over one weekend who were 14 and 16 and I had to serve them all weekend. New masters Brian and Scott. That's whole another story which I will share another day.