Foot Worship: The Training of A Foot Slave

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I’m so over the moon right now. Goddess had me over for dinner and then I gave her the new shoes I bought her and she loved them. I worshipped and massaged her feet while she relaxed and enjoyed her show and talked to her friend on the phone. You must pamper me with gifts and money. You're just a foot boy. Foot boys have nothing better to spend their money on. 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. I started kissing her left foot over and over. “Get up.” She said again. I rose to my knees. “Take your glasses off.” I took them off immediately looking up at her beautiful face. “Close your eyes.” I closed them as she instructed. There was a brief pause and then she slapped my face pretty hard. Speaking of quality, I have hundreds of typo corrections, other fixes, and notes as I read through the story.

Yes Goddess!!” I exclaimed lowering my head face to the floor again. “Thank you Goddess.” I continued. Foot fetishes are just another way to be vulnerable with another human being when you get down to it. We walk around on our feet, all day long, and they carry us through most of our lives, and we ought to give them more credit. The intimacy of getting close to such an important part of the body is precisely what arouses foot fetishists, especially those who are also submissive.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.” 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.” I see you haven't logged in since May 2020, but I hope you see this. If so, please private message me. We grinned stupidly at each other for far too long and probably both laughed inwardly. Eventually, Rebeccas cheerfulness was replaced by a thoughtful expression, she played with one of her fingers on her lips and held my hand with hers.

I heard Rebeccas gentle giggle from above me. “That’s not good enough, foot slave. Your mistress is punishing you, so sniff loud and clearly, so I can hear how you enjoy the sweaty, disgusting smell of my beloved boots.” 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. If I bless you with selfies or feet pics, you must screenshot every single one. You should feel honored I sent them to you. Hey, I'm a hobbyist author which writes non-sexual stories and articles since ten years and I started writing footfetish-stories anonymously around one year ago. I'm german so my english might still be awkward many times, but from my watchers on deviantart I hear it really got better over time.How does that sound, boy?" she asked. She put me on the spot. All three girls looked at me, waiting for my answer. The two friends were actually waiting to hear what the answer was, where as the Goddess herself knew what it was but was simply testing me and my dedication, my willingness to sacrifice my own pride in front of others to satisfy her. Once I was confident that she would be satisfied with the job I had done, while still massaging her foot, I built up the courage to look up at her. She was still attending to herself taking no care in the world at what I was doing. 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. 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! So recently, since February of this year, I have been serving a beautiful woman I met online as her foot and domestic slave. I have been posting about my nights that I serve her in a discord server and since I need to make my first post in the den, here we are.

Agreed. Those 2 Lauren chapters were an enormous departure from the rest of the story and did not belong. Before I left she gave me the shirt and I thanked her for the gift. She said “This way everyone knows to who you belong.” I was on my knees looking up to her. Usually before I leave she has me kiss her hand. That day she said, “Today you only get my feet. Get all the way down and kiss them.” I obeyed and kissed both her feet goodnight. Then she raised my head by the chin and put the toe of her pump on my chastity and told me.. 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.She didn’t wait for a response, and instead of saying something I hoped that Nelly and Ray didn’t overhear any of that. Rebecca became far too less cautious by the day, but then again, that just showed her easygoing and carefree personality. The next days were filled with me getting presents for a few, chosen people, Rebecca before everyone else. And trying to figure out what she could have planned for christmas. Which kind of video she researched this time.