Foot Worship: The Training of A Foot Slave

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Well, you know… I told you, thought hard about how to punish you. I somehow think punishment is a part of this ‘Slave-Mistress’-thingie, or at least that’s what my researches told me…” What a shame, indeed.” she responded amused. More than an hour had passed, her feet were still gleaming, but now only from my saliva, there was not a single drop of sweat left, and to prove that, a foul, overwhelming taste filled my mouth, a taste that I certainly would never forget, just as Rebecca wished it. May 10, 2020Thank youu so much. I'll continue writing soon, I write my fetish-stuff slower than a snail because its a lot harder form me than SFW-stuff No, boy. Apologise for hurting my foot, and then get down and kiss my feet. Kiss my feet better for hurting it with your leg" was her answer. Now, putting on her flip flops while down on my knees felt like the easiest decision I could make. She wanted me to kiss her feet now in front of everyone? The entire time this was going on, her two friends were sat there laughing in hysterics as their stunning friend continued to humiliate me purely for her own amusement. She saw the questionable look on my face. Her gentle caressing of my hand with her slender fingers showed me how uncertain Rebecca was, despite the stunning, dominant aura she emanated only minutes ago. She was that ambivalent kind of person. I smiled playfully and wiped the sweat from my face.

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.” 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. I also cheated a bit and read bits of Chapter 12! In any case, from what I've read so far, the idea between two friends discovering and experimenting on their fetishes is highly appealing to me and from what I've read so far, I think you are doing a very good job! I can massage it for you, Miss?" I responded confidently as I began to reach over to her right foot.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

She leaned forward to me and challenged me with her bold smile and the spark in her eyes. I decided to play along. I WAS her slave, after all. 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. 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. I still hesitated. This was too perfect to be true. It was like a bad fetishmovie, only that this was my friend, and my apartment, and it was real. It was really happening. My fantasies were about to come true, and Rebecca was actually OKAY with it, no, she wanted it even. I wouldn’t laugh. I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t give her that satisfaction. So I just slowly shook my head, preserving my poker face.More pillows flew towards me like missiles, and Rebecca laughed in a mixture from amusement and sheer outrage So you DID prepare for today!!” I exclaimed victoriously while pointing at her with my finger, my theory was confirmed. Rebecca shrugged carefree. The next day came and I got out as soon as I can and headed for the boat. When I arrived, there were plenty of groups each in a minimum of 3. Everyone seemed so friendly and welcoming though, so it wasn't as awkward as I thought it would've been. People were simply looking forward to enjoying an amazing booze cruise and getting drunk to the point where they would be trying to balance even once off the boat. The boy:girl ratio was also unreal; there were literally about 80 girls and roughly 11 guys including myself. Once the boat took off after the captain recited the rules (such as no jumping off the top of the boat), the drinks started flowing. I will think about it, okay? Don’t worry, I’m sure there MUST be one or two places nearby we can make you show your appreciation for your mistresses feet. For now”,

Apr 23, 2020I didn't liked the chapters with Lauren. I didn't like her in fact. I think don't like this kind of lady. Rebecca held her beautiful face inside my room, her brown hair was bound in a messy tail again and she smiled mildly. Rebecca didn’t answer to my empathic statement, instead she showed me a subtle blush and a smirk towards her knees.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.