Foot Worship: The Training of A Foot Slave

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I never thought I would say that, but… could you PLEASE stop what you’re doing there? At least one of us has to concentrate...”

Rebecca held her beautiful face inside my room, her brown hair was bound in a messy tail again and she smiled mildly. That was the beginning of my new life, my life as the personal foot slave of my best friend and now mistress, my roommate Rebecca. Three - Naked FeetHer 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. She left the kitchen, not without giving the giggling Rebecca a gentle chop on the head, and we were alone again.

Is linking allowed here? If not please just tell me so and I will post my chapters as full-length texts in here. Everything else important iswritten in the description of the chapters. Thank you very much for reading! I loved the "friendly" domination between Rebecca/Tom, where they become best friends and she dominates him "nicely"—you don't get too many stories along those lines.Rebecca remarked teasingly, I looked forward to the next minutes overjoyed, and answered “Yes, Mistress. What do you want me to do?”

But I’m not entirely wrong?” I mused. Rebecca avoided my stare, but couldn’t keep her lips from rising. That was pretty interesting, I didn’t know foot fetishism was that versatile… only that…”, she smiled at me, the childish smile that she always showed when justifying herself, “...I’m not sure if I went too far. The people in these videos are either actors, hardcore-masochists, or strangers. You’re my friend, Tom.” 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

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.

Why can’t I? Do you think I’m naive enough to never have heard anything about foot-fetishism before?” It felt pretty good, your could breath between my steaming toes. I could get used to that, really. But that was only the smell, wasn’t it?”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.