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I wash them often. When I shower I use a pumice stone, a brown natural one, to make my feet really soft and prevent calluses. I take really good care of my feet. It’s important; we spend so much time on our feet during the day. They carry us through life and deserve a lot of love." 2. Try coconut oil instead of body lotion. Then, one day, we decided to have a final sleepover for the ending of the summer break. Coincidentally, it was hosted at Daniel's house. I was excited about the sleepover and secretly hoped that something similar would happen again. However, I was unsure about how it would play out with all the other guys around, so I tried to keep my expectations low. You got it right the first time, out in the sea." I thought about it for a second - the only words I said out there were "Yes Miss"... Miss? That's what I'm supposed to call her? I gave it a go: The people enslaved by the Rooney family lived in basic caravans with no running water or toilet facilities. Photograph: Lincolnshire police/PA But I’m not entirely wrong?” I mused. Rebecca avoided my stare, but couldn’t keep her lips from rising.

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. Actually, I don’t!” She laughed wholeheartedly, letting me go and grabbing her book to leave the kitchen before me. “I’m just a good learner… so don’t fall behind, yes my little, lovely foot slave?” First couple of months, I went to the university early morning and came home in the evening, and had a little chat with my aunt before going to bed. One day weSo… 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. You had fun. I had fun. It was hardcore alright, and exhausting, but it was still far beyond great. And I am your foot slave. I was insolent. You punished me. Yes, I am serious. But let’s do quid pro quo - You worship and massage my aching feet when I come home, as trade-off you help me more frequently with my homework and invite me to lunch in the cafeteria when I feel like it. What do you say? Deal?”

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.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.”

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. 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. I was selected to a local university which is about 150 miles away from my home. And my parents asked me to stay in my aunt's place (which is just near the Well aunt, I will give it a try then.' and went for my studies to the university. Whole day long I was thinking about the incident happened in the morning.Feet are second behind sex organs as the most commonly eroticized body parts, and there may be a scientific reason why. Feet and genitals occupy adjacent areas of the brain's somatosensory cortex. In other words, areas of the brain that control genital pleasure and foot pleasure are neighbors. Neurologist Vilayanaur Ramachandran thinks the popularity of podophilia is due to "neural crosstalk" between the two. which is about 200 miles away from their home. So, it was only me and my aunt stayed at home most of the time. So, here I will start the way this thing all 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. I largely interact with foot fetishism as a form of body worship," they told me. "I enjoy looking down and watching them open up their mouths as they swallow, or try to swallow, more and more of my foot. It clearly becomes a phallic object at that moment." 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.”

That is ; only if you are enticed enough to type the Link - into your Favorite search Engine --------> If you would like to do that . 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. Rebecca remarked teasingly, I looked forward to the next minutes overjoyed, and answered “Yes, Mistress. What do you want me to do?” If I bless you with selfies or feet pics, you must screenshot every single one. You should feel honored I sent them to you.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. 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. Please, mistress, if it pleases you mistress Aysha, a disobedient slave must always be severely punished”. This… won’t change our friendship?” I asked uncertain. Rebecca immediately shook her head, smiling soothingly.