Foot Worship: The Training of A Foot Slave

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As my mistress and I sat in kitchen, Rebecca lifte her foot again and stretched it in my face. I didn’t really react, which was a reaction on itself.

More pillows flew towards me like missiles, and Rebecca laughed in a mixture from amusement and sheer outrage Oh, but of course there are Nelly and Ray…” I objected now that I realized we forgot about them. It was hot, but not as hot as yesterday, and we didn’t know for sure if they went to the beach again. Rebecca stretched her arms yawning and murmured She grinned at me and I widened my eyes in a manner that said ‘You can’t think the same thing as I do, right?’ But she nodded.In our conversation, foot fetishists explain what foot worship is, they talk about their favorite pedicure colors, and dominatrixes talk about what they've learned from some of their clients. Even if you're just interested in cute pedicures, Goddess Aviva, a New York City-based pro-domme, has plenty of foot-care secrets to share. And what better time to learn about all this than on I Love My Feet Day, a real holiday that occurs every year on August 17? Our feet carry us around all day and they deserve all the love they can get, so read on for a celebration of feet like no other. What does a foot fetish typically entail? I will really, really change them more often Tom, I promise.” Nelly however didn’t want to wait any longer. You kinda scared me there…” was the first thing I managed to bring out after my breathing was normal again. Rebecca smiled, but it was no mean smile anymore, it was a compassionate one. “Did I?”

I couldn’t stop my jaw from dropping open for a moment. I stood up do make some room between us and looked at her irritated. 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. She again smiled like a brat who just got her own way. "Good boy. Now, do not stop kissing my feet no matter what. I am going to list to you a set of rules that you must follow for the rest of this party. If you can follow them successfully, and I can see that you really are dedicated to serving me, then I will allow you the pleasure of being my very own personal holiday slave. This is your desire, remember that. Be very grateful I am even giving you this opportunity." she said to me while I kissed at her feet across the same spots my lips have already covered. "Before I get to the rules though, who did you come here with?" she asked. I thought about that just now, while you punished me. I teased you for being naive, young and innocent sometimes, and while it was only fun, it must feel pretty awesome to be the mistress of your ‘Bully’ now, hm? If I look at it like that I can understand it even better.” 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.

Never refuse to do a task I tell you to no matter how gross, embarrassing, or weird it is. Even if it ruins your reputation or could get you into legal trouble, you gladly take that risk. You always do as you are told. So you DID prepare for today!!” I exclaimed victoriously while pointing at her with my finger, my theory was confirmed. Rebecca shrugged carefree. Everything my mistress commands.” She nodded too, satisfied with my answer, stood up and placed herself behind me, a few inches away from me. Her arms where on her hips and the smile on her face was gone, instead she looked me expectant and forced-serious in the eyes. Her voice when she said the following was almost empty of emotion. 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. 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.

On our way home I thought good and hard how to punish you…”, her voice wasn’t entirely devoid of amused emotion, but almost, and that was impressive enough, You’re very welcome. Now, wanna smell between my toes? I’m pretty sure that’s where the most sweat and dirt is.”It was like she rammed a hammer against my head. I couldn’t stop myself from flinching, and she noticed, which only made her smile even wider. So she did notice something the evening two days ago, I thought to myself. But no use in lamenting about that now, I had to save what I still could. She left the kitchen, not without giving the giggling Rebecca a gentle chop on the head, and we were alone again. At the age of 21, only a few years ago, I had the pleasure of taking what was originally a relaxing holiday on the sunny island of Lanzarote. It was a 10-day trip, but for the rest of my life I will not forget a second of it.