"Well, at least we know he is a grower now!!" laughed Tammy as she spied his hard-on.
Reaching out with her foot, she pressed down on his erection and giggled as it snapped back and hit his stomach.
"Looks like we have a real foot fan as our prisoner here Sherry."
"Sure does and that will make this even MORE INTERESTING." She laughed as she kicked off her shoes and placed her bare hot moist feet squarely on his chest. Sam was throbbing now, but said nothing and started to lightly rub and massage Tammy's sore feet.
Tammy had to admit that Sam was good, quite good, and she cooed appreciatively as he stroked and massaged away each ache and pain. When he finished her left foot she lifted it to his face and commanded that he kiss it. Without shame, knowing it best to do whatever they said, Sam eagerly complied, which got him even harder.
One more rule Sam, and this one might be the hardest for you to keep. No cumming in this house unless directed by us, this will make your training go much better." For emphasis she lifted her foot up and placed his testicles right on the tip of her toes. "I am a pretty good judge of balls and will definitely know whether there has been an unauthorised elimination." As she explained this to him her toes slowly and agonizingly stroked and teased his aching testicles.
Sam was sweating profusely now, and was obscenely hard. "Sherry, why don't you take a feel too, so we can both be a judge." Sherry eagerly complied and brought her foot over to his dangling bits, and after a little light torment, weighed them with her foot as well.
"Yeah, these seem quite full and tight right now. It will be very easy to spot if he has "cheated", so if I were you Sam, I would keep your hands off of our property". At the word property, she lightly smacked his balls with her foot and they swung free, desperate to unload their contents as soon as possible.
"Don't look so sad Sam" Sherry consoled, as she lightly stroked his hair as he knelt at her feet shaking with lust. "We believe in having a carrot as well as a stick approach. If you serve us properly, and please us, well, who knows".
As she teased him, she ran her toes up and down his cock, now slowly dripping on the floor. "We might even give you a freebie every once in a while if you are good, so if I were you, I would clean up that mess you are making."
Not knowing what she was talking about, he looked down to see his cock weeping slowly on the floor. To his horror, Tammy placed her foot on his neck and forced his face to the floor, indicating the METHOD he was to apply to clean up his leakage.
For the next 4 months, life was quite difficult for Sam. Every day while at work, everything seemed to arouse him, and being in a target rich environment he stayed perpetually on the edge. His behaviour to the women obviously was immediately improved, and he was kind, thoughtful and caring, not at all like the jerk he had once been. Ironically, the other girls, not knowing about his situation with Tammy and Sherry started to come on to him and purposefully flaunted their cleavage for him, or stretched over his face if he were fixing something on the floor. His lack of piggish behaviour, and his sudden change into a complete gentleman seemed to inspire the other waitresses to compete for his affections, even if they were rude affections.
Tammy and Sherry had to admit, seeing poor old Sam get all flustered at work, uniform manager pants tenting wildly from months of denial and knowing that he could not do anything about it made them both crave him as well as they started to relent in their feelings of revenge. The other thing that softened the girls towards Sam was his constant arousal and total nudity at their house. Tammy admitted to Sherry that having a hot naked slave-boy around the house was something she was getting used to and quite enjoyed. Each night Sam served them dinner in the nude and kept the house spotless and after dinner while watching all of the chick TV they could, they relished the attention that he dutifully paid to their aching feet.