After what seemed like hours of studying and appreciating every intricate detail of my Mistress’s feet, without warning she retracted her slender fo...t back out through the hole brushing her tantalizing toes purposely against my cheek as they left the cage. Mistress got down from her position above my slave cage and with leash in hand she tugged it hard, bringing my face to rest between two cold steel bars, my tongue still out at her command.?Kiss my soles slave?I pouted my lips as she raised. Anything to take away the monotony of turning sausage meat into sausages all day....she could do the work without thinking in any case. The natural skin sausages were the hardest to fill but Sarah was an expert. She remembered her first week when she had been training...."You have to wank them out one at a time" she had been told by the Supervisor and sure enough the action was just like giving a guy a hand job. She pulled and pulled on the skin as the sausages filled and began to imagine. Some details may be a little fuzzy but this is how I remember it since I am finally getting around to writing it down. The beginning tells details of everything that lead to this weekend.I mentioned “Madison” in my previous story about Pete and Amy. The first two years of school, My best friend Robin, and I managed to get lucky and get paired in the dorms. I was late with my housing application this year, and I was assigned a room with Madison. When I first met Madison she seemed shy but warmed. There was movement and a moan behind me.Uh, oh. I don't remember having a roommate. The moan sounded vaguely feminine - okay, it wasn't one of my football buddies I invited over to get an early start watching games today.Now, the big question. Do I look first?Or do I slide out, escape to the bathroom, do some things to wake me up and make me look (and smell) a little more presentable?Curiosity won out. I gradually turned over to see who, or what, was in bed next to me.Now, before I go on with.