Foot Worship: The Training of A Foot Slave

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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?” 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! 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?” Thank you again for this, Rebecca. I know this is somehow sexual, and thereby awkward, but it means a lot to me that I got the chance to enjoy my love for feet for once, and I won’t’” On our way home I thought good and hard how to punish you…”, her voice wasn’t entirely devoid of amused emotion, but almost, and that was impressive enough,

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! Edit: I cant, becauseof the word limitation per post. So I'll give you the rest of the chapters here. I'll alsolink you the drive-textswhere I wrote this story and which is imo the best place to read them. 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. I REALLY didn’t know what to say. I stared at her and made a face like she was some fairy from a magical kingdom that just granted me ten thousand wishes, which is probably a pretty dumb face to look at. It made Rebecca laugh. 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.

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Y-Yes Miss, that sounds amazing. Please let me be your... personal holiday slave." I struggled to get the last 3 words out in front of her friends. I would have had no problem saying it in front of her only, but it seemed that I had a small and slight problem with degrading myself directly in front of others. 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. Your feet are beautiful, mistress. Absolute, wonderfully, fascinatingly, truly beautiful from heel to every single one of your perfectly-shaped toes and kempt toenails.” 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?” The sweetness of the last sentence gave me new strength. She was right. Rebecca was right. I was impertinent. Sure, it has only been one day, but if I wanted to stay her foot slave for a long time, I needed to be absolutely obedient. I mustered a small

But then I decided that wouldn’t be a really punishment, would it? A punishment is meant to correct misbehavior. You misbehaved, so I must condition my slave.” 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. 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. I can massage it for you, Miss?" I responded confidently as I began to reach over to her right foot.

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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.” 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.” 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. She shut my mouth with her left foot by pressing it on my lips, but kept stroking me with her right foot.

Rebecca didn’t answer to my empathic statement, instead she showed me a subtle blush and a smirk towards her knees. 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”,I exhaled slow and strongly. Then my body relaxed, I grabbed Rebeccas hand and she pulled me up before we both sat down on her bed next to each other. Listen carefully, okay? I will step on you now, when you move even a bit so I or my boot drop from you, I will be mad. So don’t, understood? Not even an inch.”

So you DID prepare for today!!” I exclaimed victoriously while pointing at her with my finger, my theory was confirmed. Rebecca shrugged carefree.She told me about some clowns on Fetlife messaging her, begging to be her slave and she doesn’t really want anymore so she’s been telling them to tribute her and then she might consider them, which causes most to go away. Lol If I bless you with selfies or feet pics, you must screenshot every single one. You should feel honored I sent them to you. Come on, you know I’m always in for some kinky stuff, and we’re friends, so why not have some fun?”