Foot Worship: The Training of A Foot Slave

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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. This stuff is sooo fake-y! I mean seriously, who does that in private?!” she shouted while exerting her arms to her sides in an irritated manner. I laughed at her obvious criticism for mainstream-fetishporn, and she throwed her pillow at 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 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!Oh but it IS!” She laughed while standing up and putting her right arm around my shoulders roughly, pulling me towards her. 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.” Her tone was rather ease, but I sensed the uncertainty in Rebeccas voice. When there was one thing she couldn’t stand, it was loneliness. I cleaned my bowl and nodded at her comforting. 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.

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. 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. 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.She left the kitchen, not without giving the giggling Rebecca a gentle chop on the head, and we were alone again. Your feet are beautiful, mistress. Absolute, wonderfully, fascinatingly, truly beautiful from heel to every single one of your perfectly-shaped toes and kempt toenails.” I will really, really change them more often Tom, I promise.” Nelly however didn’t want to wait any longer. 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 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.