I was on my knees scrubbing the floor of the laundry room when Laura returned…



She was late, longer than thirty minutes, for which I was thankful as that gave me time not only to fold all of her clothes but to start Christine’s loads drying. I was facing the door when I heard the elevator door slam followed by her scuffing footfalls in the hallway. I looked up as soon as I saw her feet and heard her gasp.



She was staring down at me wide-eyed again, her hand over her mouth to hide her astonishment to see me on my hands and knees. I forced a smile, nodding my head as I recalled what Christine had told me about speaking and continued my work. I heard Laura draw a long, steady breath as she tried to regain her composure before speaking-



“Wow, girl, she said in awe, you do everything. She giggled and I nodded again, watching her feet as she strolled past me- right through my work- and went to the sorting table. I didn’t know if she had a basket or not, so I left each load stacked neatly in little piles.



“You did a wonderful job, Carla, she cooed and I thanked her for her praise. I glanced in her direction, noting her shapely legs and ass before noticing her gingerly placing her wash into one of the room’s baskets. She glanced at me in return and I quickly looked away, resuming my chore. Finished, she hefted the load and turned, but I was trying to concentrate on my work again as she stepped up by my head. I stared at her feet and the deep red of her polish as she wiggled her toes beneath the mesh of her sandals. God, did she know already too?



“I do want to thank you for your help, though I probably should be letting you thank ME for letting you fondle my panties, eh Carla? she said with a wicked little laugh. She DID know. If that’s really your name. A little make up would help with your disguise, y'know, though the hair and legs are good, and the dress.



“I noticed your erection too, when you were loading the dryers, she said as she slid her foot under my face. That was all the urging I needed as I bowed low and started kissing the top of her foot. She giggled. It took me awhile to remember, but that hair finally gave it away. It was like my second day here and you let the front door slam on me when I was coming home with groceries. I thought you were a woman then, until I saw you turn around in the elevator as I was unlocking the door and struggling inside with my bags. I even called for you to hold the elevator. Maybe you didn’t see me or hear me, but it was damn rude all the same. She slid her right foot back and shifted her stance, sliding her left to my lips before she continued, and so did I.



“So what is this? she asked, wiggling her toes against my lips. Are you a fag hag or what? One of those men that get off wearing women’s clothes and serving the superior sex’? You obviously like kissing feet. God, your tongue’s on fire.”



I paused, almost smiling, apparently good at something as both Christine and Shannon had said similar praise. I’m not supposed to say, Ma’am. I’m not even supposed to talk, except to answer questions-“



She flicked her foot up sharply and kicked me in the teeth, causing me to yelp more from surprise than pain. I licked my lips, but felt no blood-



“Well, I just asked you a question, boy. You better answer or I’ll tell Christine how rude you were.”



“I’m sorry, I said, kissing her foot again in apology as I started relaying my story. I had not expected the Catch 22 of my predicament and Christine’s orders, but Laura HAD asked so I had to obey. I just hoped Christine would see it that way and not punish me.



My neighbor moved to the closest bench and sat down, directing me to crawl before her and finish my tale as she crossed her legs. She smiled down at me and started extending her leg and prodding me with her toes as I knelt there trying not to get flustered. She giggled to hear my voice crack as she rubbed at my nipples with the toe of her slipper. Finally I finished my story and she was laughing. She raised her leg up and slapped the sole of her shoe against the bottom of her foot right before my face. I got the hint and leaned in, kissing the dusty sole of her shoe.



“Lick! she said, and I started to lick at the filthy bottom of her slipper as she watched me with a satisfied smirk. Well, she finally said, it sounds like you’re screwed. Good! she said as she shoved me back with her wet sole. I fell back onto the hard stone floor, watching as she stood and hefted her basket again, towering over me.



“You need to be considerate of other people and respect your betters, boy. I hope Christine teaches you good. And believe me I’ll be talking with her again. Now get back to your chores, she commanded as she turned, heading for the door. I’ll bring the basket down later, or maybe I’ll send Pat down to get a look at the foot freak. She ought’a get a kick outta seeing you.”



I heard Laura laughing all the way down the hall until the elevator door finally slammed shut and she was gone. I sighed. Humiliated again and realized that Christine’s wash had been waiting for awhile now. I had to hurry.



I was just finishing folding her last few articles when Christine padded into the room. I turned and saw that she was still dressed the same and wearing her wide smile, though she had tied her kinky red hair back into a tail. She walked right up and I saw her expression change as she stared at my face-



“There’s a foot print on your cheek, she said, grabbing my chin and turning my head for a better look. What have you been up to, bitch? Cheating on me already? She grinned, obviously feigning her anger. I told her what had happened with Laura and she started to laugh.



“Wow, you are a pathetic bastard aren’t you? Do you have any friends at all?”



It was probably rhetorical, but I shook my head anyway, frowning as I folded the last of her things. She laughed again.



“I wonder why? She said as she scooped up her heaping basket after directing me to load it up. She told me that Rosa would probably be by with laundry later, and that I should do it but otherwise keep cleaning. There was a lot to do, apparently, and she wanted the outer hallway scrubbed down as well. I nodded compliance and dropped to my knees to get back to work. I heard her giggle again-



Christine slid her foot forward and I kissed it before she finally left me alone to get back to my chores.



The rest of the day passed basically uneventfully, with a couple of exceptions.



I continued to scrub the floor and walls. I wiped down the washers and dryers, emptied the garbage (and the garbage area too again), dusted the ceiling and fixtures, the meters and pipes and ducts, washed the windows and even wiped down the television and tables and benches.



As promised, Rosa brought her laundry around and stood hovering as I loaded it into the washers. She did not say a word, and had left as I started the loads. I thanked God that I had not done anything wrong as she had her switch with her.



It was a couple hours later when Laura’s daughter came down to return the laundry basket. She was black of course, but I knew that she was Patricia because of the basket. She simply strolled right in and tossed it to the middle of the floor as I stopped wiping down the dryers to look at it, and her.



She looked like her mother in the face, I could see the resemblance, but she was taller and heavier. Not fat really, but too plump to pull off the hip hugging, faded jeans that she wore along with the pink, short sleeveless shirt. She had a nice rack, but I tried not to stare as she looked to be in her late teens, though I was not certain if she was legal yet. I stared at her feet, which were shod in a pair of slick black leather faux soccer shoes complete with rubber cleats.



“My mom said there was some guy down here playin maid, but I didn’t believe her, she said with a sneer as I stooped to pick up the basket and set it onto the sorting table. I didn’t say a word. Said I should see for myself, so I figured what the hell. Guess she was right. Are you a fag?”



“No! I said with a glare, immediately wishing that I had not let her egg me on. I glanced at the door, expecting to see Christine, but the doorway was empty luckily.



“You look like a fag, she continued, sneering as I returned to my work, wiping at the dryer. I was blushing from embarrassment, but I was mad as well. I didn’t need this shit from some kid. With that hair an all, and in that dress. You like that shit, hunh? Dressing up? I nodded, kept working-



SLAP!



I jerked forward slamming my forehead against the dryer, then spun around-



“You answer me, boy! she snarled. You like this shit?”



“Yes, Ma’am, I said nodding, trying to hold my temper but trying too to give her answers that I thought she wanted so that she would just go away. She grinned wickedly, reaching out and looping her fingers about my rope collar.



“What’s this? A leash? I nodded. She slapped me again.



“Answer me!”



“Yes, Ma’am.”



“Hah! I like that. Jus like a dog. She pulled the rope from my dress and looped it about her fist. Backing up she tugged and ordered me to my knees-



“C’mon, doggy. Walk with me. Heel! She giggled, jerking on the leash and making me crawl after her as she hurried around the laundry room in small circuits. I struggled to keep up, gagging as she was almost jogging, choking and gasping for air as I crawled at her heels.



Finally she stopped and stood over me as I panted, trying to catch my breath. I didn’t dare to look up, but I wondered what she was planning next. I felt her hand slap off the back of my head-



“Momma said you like feet. Well, clean my shoes, faggot!”



She slid her foot beneath my face then pushed my head down until I started to lick. The leather of her dark shoes was soft and warm, and I could smell the slight aroma of her feet mixed in with the worn, leather smell. I licked until she pulled away and extended the other foot. She laughed as I started in again.



She finally pulled her foot back and I thought that I was done, but she put the sole of her shoe on the back of my head and pressed my head to the floor. She giggled-



“You don’t expect me to walk on a dirty floor do ya? she asked. I was building a rage now as I had been on my knees and scrubbing the floor for hours. Lick that floor so I got someplace to stand! Patricia applied pressure, pushing my face into the stone floor until I complied and started to clean the floor at her feet with my tongue. It tasted nasty, but I knew it was fairly clean, so I did.



“What a wimp, she said with a sneer. I heard her hawk and spit, a blob landing on the cement right in front of me. Lick that up, bitch! she ordered and I did. It was warm and slimy, and I gagged while she laughed all the louder. She kicked me upside the head and I saw stars.



“This was fun, she said with a sick chuckle and kicked me again, knocking me to the floor. I’ll be back, bitch, but I gotta go for now. Maybe I’ll bring some friends along next time. She kicked me again, hard and I slammed back against the dryer again. My ear was ringing as I watched her sashay out of the room, cursing her in my head, wishing she were dead. How could she be so mean?



I just lay there for a minute, trying to calm down, waiting for the pain in my ear to subside and the spots to stop dancing through my sight. Eventually I got back to work…



I had been scrubbing in the outer hallway for over an hour when I finally heard Christine’s door open. I had started near the garbage room, doing the little area right outside her door and moving slowly down towards the Super’s apartment at the far end, some forty feet of dirty, hard stone in all.



Throughout of course the steady stream of my neighbors kept up. Every few minutes, and often seconds, the elevator door would rumble open and some man or woman would come out, most heading to drop garbage, but a few to do laundry and even a couple heading the opposite way to see the Super. Most everyone gave me a long, curious look, but only a few of the braver ones said anything in passing. A couple even stopped to ask me questions. I just kept on scrubbing as I had been ordered to do, answering when asked but otherwise staring at the floor.



I recognized the man from the day before, and like before when he saw me he simply dropped his bag outside of the elevator for me to dump. This time he did not even ask, simply making a kissing sound followed by laughter as the door rumbled shut again.



There was an older woman I had seen on occasion that came down with her huge German Shepherd. She gasped to see me and actually stopped en route to the garbage while her dog came sniffing about my upraised ass, happily wagging his tail. I swallowed hard as the woman stepped about me, looking me over. I could almost hear her smirking.



“I recognize you, she said and I simply scrubbed all the harder as I stared at her toes wiggling in her leather strap sandals. She must have noticed as she slid her foot closer, or maybe she was just adjusting her stance. She was heavy set, overweight actually, and dressed in shorts and a tight tee shirt. I did not look up but I remembered that the last time I saw her, just a few days earlier one morning that she had gray hair clipped in a page boy cut and glasses.



“You live on six. I see you when I’m out walking Bluto, she continued, and upon hearing his name her dog seemed to get all the more excited. I could only imagine that the Shepherd was smelling my own excited sex, as my cock was springing to life again as I felt the dog’s attention while I stared at the woman’s feet. What are you doing? she asked, her foot stepping right in the path of my scrubbing, forcing me to stop.



“I’m cleaning, Ma’am, I answered truthfully and she sniggered.



“I can see that. Why? You behind on your rent or something?”



“No, Ma’am. I’m just helping out.”



“Uh-huh. Just helping out, she said dubiously, dressed up like a maid and scrubbing on your hands and knees. I wish people would help me out like that.”



“Nnnn I moaned, my response lost as I felt the dog’s cold, wet nose easing around my ass hole. He was snuffling harder, shoving forward and starting to lick.



“Hah! she laughed, walking away suddenly and draping her dog’s leash over my back. Bluto likes you, she said with a giggle and I looked up to see her cruel grin as she dropped her garbage in one of the cans. I grunted, easing forward as the dog started licking harder and I realized that he was getting me wet in order to mount me. My eyes grew wide at the realization, and I heard the woman laugh again. She strolled casually back and picked up the lead once again, pulling the whimpering dog away. I sighed and saw the beast’s massive shaft hanging long and red between its legs and shuddered.



“Don’t worry, sweetie, the woman cooed as she led the dog back to the elevator. We don’t have the time right now, but my baby needs his fun so maybe another day. She laughed as she got into the elevator car, the dog whining and scrabbling on the slick tiles as the door rumbled shut again.



I sighed with relief again, knowing just how close I had come to getting raped by a dog. I was terrified of the thought, but too, I was hard as a rock and breathing hard with anticipation. The thought excited me on some bestial level, the ultimate humiliation as I was lowered in status to be a dog’s fuck toy. God, how low had I sunk?



To make matters worse, the elevator door slid open again and out stepped Shannon. I looked right up at her and she smiled wickedly to see me there on my hands and knees obviously hot and flustered. She looked gorgeous, dressed in a dark tweed skirt and gray hose, her black leather pumps and black silk blouse. She was obviously just home from work, dropping a bag of garbage and bottles for recycling. I averted my eyes as she strode forward, brushing past me.



She did not say a word as she swept down the hall, her heels clacking on the stone floor. I watched her- she WAS beautiful, and saw her stop, glancing back to see if I was looking as she upended her bag of garbage onto the floor that I had just cleaned a little bit before. She smirked, dropping the plastic bag and strolled casually towards me again.



“You missed a spot, bitch, she said with a laugh as she strode past. I felt a swat on my butt and I lurched forward in surprise more than pain. But that was it. She got back in the elevator and was gone. I sighed again- I was doing a lot of that- and crawled forward to clean the mess that she had made.



And there were others. There was a woman that came down to do laundry. She was younger than I was and attractive in blue jeans and a shell top, long brown hair like mine and a shapely figure. She gave me a long look as she went past and started her wash, then came back out and simply stood in the hallway watching me work. She didn’t say a word, just stood there, occasionally leaning against the wall and tilting her head curiously. I don’t know if she was trying to recognize me or wondering if I was a man or a woman. I kept working though, and eventually she finished her laundry and left.



Two men came down dressed for the gym. One held the elevator door while the other jogged past with his garbage. I heard them whispering about me as they left. There was an older woman after that, and then an old man. Others, some commenting, some simply staring or leering, laughing and even one that whistled and complimented me on the way I wiggled my butt while I worked. On and on…



I knew it was getting late when the UPS man rolled his hand truck past me. He had stacks of boxes to deliver with the Super as the tenants apparently weren’t home yet. He was a short, Spanish looking man and a regular familiar face around the building. I had seen him several times and even talked with him a bit as we shared the elevator, usually discussing the weather or something equally trivial.



“6-M right? he asked with a grin as he knocked on the Super’s door and I nodded.



“Yes, Sir, I said humbly and he laughed again, shaking his head. I hoped that nothing would happen, and almost luckily Rosa opened the door and greeted the man. She stared down at me with a scowl and I knew that I should get back to work.



Rosa signed for the packages as the UPS guy set them just inside her apartment and took back his clipboard. They spoke quickly and low in their native dialect, and though I couldn’t follow all of what they were saying I picked out a few choice words that I knew were directed at or about me. I heard Rosa laugh then for the first time and it was cold and heartless. I shivered with true fear, glancing up as she smirked, shutting the door.



“Panty thief, hunh? I heard the UPS guy chuckle and looked up to see his grinning leer. Who’d a thought? You seemed normal enough to me, but with that hair He shrugged, collapsing his hand truck and simply walked away. I had thought that maybe he would have at least been helpful, being an outsider in the building. He was no better than my neighbors though, seemingly unconcerned over my degradation and servitude. I had no idea what Rosa might have told him, but whatever he seemed convinced that I was doing my penance of my own free will.



And in a way I suppose I was, despite the blackmail.



Christine came out of her apartment dressed in blue jeans and her leather tennis shoes, wearing that red shirt again. She smiled widely, her hands on her hips as she scrutinized my work in the hallway, then stepped into the laundry room to see how I had done there. When she returned she was still smiling.



“You did good, Carla. You seem to have a natural aptitude for scrubbing floors. She grinned and I hung my head at her mock praise. You deserve a little treat for a job well done, she went on as she stepped back into her apartment for a second, returning with two bowls that she took into the laundry room.



“Come, she commanded, and I crawled after her. She set the bowls on the floor near the door of my cell/closet and stepped back directing me to eat. It was oatmeal and water again, and I wondered how this was a treat. Hungry as I realized that I was, smelling the instant oatmeal, I didn’t care and bent low to dig in.



“I bought you some things, she said and I heard the bench creak as she sat down, crossing her legs to allow me to eat. I’ll give them to you tomorrow though. It’s Saturday, y’know? I didn’t. I had lost all track of what day it was, and as I ate I realized where she was heading.



“Felix and Berto will be home tomorrow and Sunday, and they’ll be in and out down here all day. I’m going to put you upstairs cleaning over the weekend, but I won’t be able to stay with you so I took some precautions. I felt the toe of her shoe nudge me in the butt as she spoke, giggling. But tomorrow. It’ll be a surprise.”



I settled back on my haunches as I finished my meal and saw her rise from the corner of my eye. All done? she asked as she opened the door to my cell. Get your mattress.”



I laid the dry, if not clean mattress in the bottom of the closet, folding it to fit as she ripped off a strip of duct tape. She pulled my arms back, crossed my wrists and started wrapping the tape round and round as before. She directed me into my cell and quickly shoved me to the floor then ripped off my golden panties and bound my ankles again. She finished as before, smiling as she stuffed the panties into my mouth before sealing them in with swaths of tape. Satisfied, she stepped back out and smiled down at me.



“You’re doing good, bitch. Keep it up and you’ll pay off your crimes in no time. And remember, no bed-wetting or there’ll be some changes. Got it? I grunted into my gag, nodding as she smirked.



“Good. Now get some sleep. Christine blew me a kiss and shut the door, locking the padlock with a cold snap of finality. I sagged, settling in for another long and uncomfortable night, listening as her footfalls faded with distance, the door to her apartment slamming shut.



Of course she left the light on again…