Foot Worship: The Training of A Foot Slave

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She smiled, it wasn’t her usual, charismatic smile, but the one she only weared when she was excited and really thrilled to find something out. It was a stunning smile, no question, and it fitted her creative nature perfectly, but I still was always a bit scared when I saw it, as everyone else around her. When our class ended we went on our way home, we didn’t talk about anything foot-related, just casual stuff like what we would cook this evening and if I could lend her my notes later. When we came through the small park that was located between our apartment and the university Rebecca grew silent for a few minutes, only to burst out excited shotly after. I… I didn’t think it would be wise to tell my friend that I’m fantasizing about her feet, you know? It’s not something you should scream out into the world.” This… won’t change our friendship?” I asked uncertain. Rebecca immediately shook her head, smiling soothingly.

My orgasms always come first. I decide when and if you get to cum. Remember, your purpose is to please and serve me. I lowered my face and smelled her urine. Then I started lapping it up with my tongue. “T-Thank you Goddess..” I said weakly. She laughed and asked me “How’s it taste?” Yes, I was addicted in Chapters 1-12—almost as much as Tom—and I couldn't wait to see what would come up next! No, actually I think you were. And so was I. But I also think that you’re not entirely sure yourself how serious you were.” But I finally got my gift at the end of the night and it was amazing. First she led me into the kitchen and told me to get on all fours. Then she revealed the gift from the cupboard.Hello fellow Mousepadders, I've been a long time lurker of this forum and love reading the stories here. I have many stories to tell both fiction and non-fiction - I'll start with a fictional story that I've started to write most recently. It should be about 3-4 parts long. The first half of Part 1 is introducing the setting so may be a bit boring, but from then onwards it's straight action! Let me know if you're interested in part 2 or more stories!

After a long day of james girlfriend being out shopping and me sleeping in she eventually came home and sat on the couch and lay onto the couch as james sits next to her. She left the kitchen, not without giving the giggling Rebecca a gentle chop on the head, and we were alone again. I loved the "friendly" domination between Rebecca/Tom, where they become best friends and she dominates him "nicely"—you don't get too many stories along those lines. I’m not romantically interested in you, and I don’t know if you’re interested in me Tom, but if it’s okay for you to not make a romantical thing out of it I’m totally fine with us having some feet-fun.”

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Is it hard, my cute, little pet? Don’t worry, It wouldn’t be a punishment if you wouldn’t have to struggle a bit.” We then got to Goddess’ house and she had a surprise for me. She bought me a pair of panties to wear while I cleaned for her So… does this make me officially your foot slave?” I asked, trying to sound casual. She seemed to think about it seriously for a moment, before she smirked again. Agreed. Those 2 Lauren chapters were an enormous departure from the rest of the story and did not belong. If you want to smell them that bad you have only to tell me, Nelly love. No problem at all.” I tried to ignore Rebeccas sweet voice as she said that, and Nelly only grinned, telling her to move the damn bottle. It was spinning. I prayed. Spinning. One to three. Spinning. The bottle pointed to me, and Nelly was clapping furiously while Ray just seemed to be happy it didn’t get him. Rebecca smiled at me apologetic and meant

I didn’t know what to answer. I felt I started sweating, and not because of the heat but because I had no idea how much exactly my friend knew or suspected. I climbed the ladder and struggled to the boat, eventually falling to my hands and knees as all the energy had been taken away from me. I thought to myself about what had just happened; I saw a girl who was in desperate need of help from drowning or drifting too far away from the boat, and after saving her she treated me like a lowly slave. On top of that, I accepted it and let her do it and she probably knew it. A second later, I noticed the most beautiful foot appear before my eyes about 5cm from my face. It looked about UK size 4 and had a very natural tanned but soaking wet top. The toenails were clear polished and looked very looked after. I noticed an anklet too which in my opinion multiplies any female foot's sexiness. The most amazing part of the foot though was not the toe nails or the anklet, it was the very high and incredibly sexy arch. Without a doubt, this was the most beautiful foot I had ever seen in my entire life. After staring at it which could have been a few seconds into the moment where it becomes questionable, I managed to look up and see who this divine foot belonged to. Sure enough, it was the girl I had saved out in the sea. She stood towering above me, hands on her hips, the sun right behind her head in my view adding to the Goddess complex she already had on me. She had long light-brown hair which was blowing furiously in the wind and green eyes with enough colour to hypnotise any man who looked into them. I thought to myself that it was no accident that her foot landed where it did, and she meant for it to obstruct my view of the wet floor of the boat to get my attention. To me, it showed a huge amount of dominance and power which she surely had over me already with only 8 words being exchanged between us. She smiled and said approvingly "good job!" as she proceeded to find her belongings. Although I expected a thank you, I felt very proud as she said those words. She said it as if a thanks wasn't even required. Regardless, it was enough for me and gave me the strength to get up, get my stuff and head to a booth downstairs of the boat. We took a few minutes to recover a bit, I tried to calm my exploding heart and aching pants, and savored the taste in my mouth, tried to ache the smell, taste and form of her feet forever in my memories so I would never, ever forget them. Since Rebeccas feet lay directly on my head and I kneeled in front of her bed I couldn’t really see her, but judging from how silent it was, she was thinking. When she came to a conclusion, I heard her snapping her fingers. She took her feet off my head and looked at me friendly. You had fun. I had fun. It was hardcore alright, and exhausting, but it was still far beyond great. And I am your foot slave. I was insolent. You punished me. I counted. They both laughed and Wendi replied with a cool “Thank you!” And I replied, “Thank you for taking such good care of my Goddess’ beautiful hair.” I looked at Goddess Beth and she gave me a big long kiss on my cheek. She left a nice kiss mark on my cheek and I kept it as long as I could.

Yeah, that’s what I thought your reaction would be” and Ray added “If I would have been in your shoes I wouldn’t have stopped to hold my breath, mate. Respect you pulled through.” Great!” Rebecca smiled. “And I promise it will be worth your time.” There it was again, the spark in her eyes. I knew what that meant. I sighed smirking, a mixture of excitement and tightness in my breast.

I mean, you didn’t only do it to punish me for today, right? My theory is that you did it because of my teasing the last two years.” Thank you, Goddess.” I said immediately. “..I deserved that.” She told me never to say what I said again. I assured her I would never say it again. If I bless you with selfies or feet pics, you must screenshot every single one. You should feel honored I sent them to you. We go into the hair dresser’s salon room and she’s super sweet. She offers us some wine and we all have a glass and sort of chill. Eventually Goddess tells me to get down on my knees and give Wendi (the hair dresser) the money. “Count it as you give her the money, show her what a good boy you are.” Goddess said.Rebecca held her beautiful face inside my room, her brown hair was bound in a messy tail again and she smiled mildly. You’re very welcome. Now, wanna smell between my toes? I’m pretty sure that’s where the most sweat and dirt is.” I never thought I would say that, but… could you PLEASE stop what you’re doing there? At least one of us has to concentrate...”