Foot Worship: The Training of A Foot Slave

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Ch.5 Half a year passed after my first punishment under Rebeccas feet. A timespan I will skip, or summarize, to be precise. But there’s something else that’s important to me before that. After I wrote the last chapter of my ‘Diary’, the story of Rebeccas first punishment for me, I found it to be a bit scary. At the beginning I told you the relationship with my friend and now-mistress developed natural to me, and that’s the truth, even though Rebecca punished me severe a mere day after we started this mistress-slave-thingy. And to clear out any eventual confusion about her sudden change of personality, let me tell you what happened just after my punishment before we jump forward in time.

Let’s assume these ‘Worship-sessions’ need us both to be mistress and slave, always. So what do you think where you should be in this sessions, always?” She asked with a sweet and lovely, but challenging voice while looking in my eyes. I immediately understood, kneeled before her and placed my forehead directly in front of her punky leather boots. 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. Rebecca threw her bag in a corner without a care in the world, sat on her bed and sighed in a relaxed manner.She told me about some clowns on Fetlife messaging her, begging to be her slave and she doesn’t really want anymore so she’s been telling them to tribute her and then she might consider them, which causes most to go away. Lol She shut my mouth with her left foot by pressing it on my lips, but kept stroking me with her right foot. She started to rub her feet up and down on my face and I kept inhaling fast and intense, I felt like I would become high on her foot-smell soon, if not completely addicted. She spread her sweat over my entire face. Definitely. I wouldn’t do something like that with a stranger, but since it’s you, why not? At the very least this will be interesting.”

With a “Good boy” and a pat on the head we went into the living room where she watched a movie and I massaged her beautiful feet. She allowed me to kiss her feet a bit at first too. During the movie she had me massage her calves and legs as well. No, I wouldn’t say they smell, I don’t think your feet smelled bad for a long time, so you improved on that, but… you know. The uncomfortable fragrance is still there. 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. I groveled at her feet and rained down kisses of gratitude thanking her profusely. She then proceeded to fill the bowl with her golden nectar. She placed it on the floor and said “Wow! It’s nice and clear for you. I’ve been drinking lots of water. Drink it up like a dog.”Your feet are beautiful, mistress. Absolute, wonderfully, fascinatingly, truly beautiful from heel to every single one of your perfectly-shaped toes and kempt toenails.” You may never glance at another woman's feet. Even if by accident, you will get your balls beat for it. My feet are perfect and should easily be enough to look at. What will we do when they’re coming home suddenly? If we want to do this frequently, and I WANT to do this frequently, we need to come up with a plan.” If at any moment I embarrass, humiliate, and expose you for being the submissive little foot freak that you are, you don't complain about it. But then I decided that wouldn’t be a really punishment, would it? A punishment is meant to correct misbehavior. You misbehaved, so I must condition my slave.”

Would she just laugh at me and make a silly joke, or would she think I’m taking this too serious now? I waited a few seconds and Rebecca replied in her not-too-serious way. So you DID prepare for today!!” I exclaimed victoriously while pointing at her with my finger, my theory was confirmed. Rebecca shrugged carefree. 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. 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.”Under your feet, mistress.” I answered. Rebecca didn’t let the chance slip and put her right foot on my head, I could feel the weight of her enourmous boot on me and didn’t move in the slightest. 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. More pillows flew towards me like missiles, and Rebecca laughed in a mixture from amusement and sheer outrage

I started slurping up the rest of her Golden nectar. It was really clear and had sort of a very diluted sweet flavor.. kinda like how Hint water has subtle flavors of fruit. Except.. it didn’t taste like any fruit lol.I took a deep breath and readied myself, convincing me this was not a dream, this was still real, and I had to do a good job so Rebecca would be satisfied with my work in the end. And her wonderful, perfect bare feet were waiting for me, dripping with smelly sweat. I put my fingers on the shoelaces of her left boot, only to be stopped by Rebecca withdrawing it from my hands. I looked up to her to find out what was my mistake, she slowly shook her head with a small smirk.