3 comments/ 49917 views/ 9 favorites Foot Boy By: DrJR This is a true account of how I became the foot/shoe/boot slave to a very attractive young lady. The lady in question was the Assistant to the Dean of Students at the university where I taught. I am a 62 year old, retired college professor. I have a PhD in Communications and had taught at the university level until my retirement, a few years ago. For as long as I can remember, I have had a desire to be a foot/shoe slave for a beautiful woman. With that said, I am a very select in the women I wish to serve. I do not feel that all women are superior to men (equal, yes). However, there are a very few women, who because of their beauty and assertive demeanor, deserve to have men at their feet. In another story I shall tell you of my enslavement to my Mistress/wife. This current story is for men who question if it is really possible to become a slave to that woman you see everyday at work; at the supermarket or in your other daily activities. Debbie was one of those attractive women who always maintained an assertive (not dominant) positive attitude. She was the Assistant to the Dean of Students. Debbie had a radiant smile and was friendly to everyone who came into her office. She made everyone feel comfortable. At the time of this story she was in her late thirties and I was a younger man in my 50s.Debbie was not just one of the most attractive women on campus, she was one of the best dressed. She always wore suits, dresses or skirts and jackets to work. She then would finish off the look with the sexiest high heel shoes and boots I have ever seen. She drove me insane every time I looked at her. Debbie and I were both married and I would never risk my position at the university with the possibility of a sexual harassment charge. However, my desire, my mission was to be at her feet, licking those shoes and boots. Most men will understand my next move. I used to find excuses to go into the Dean's office, just to look at Debbie. I retrieved more blank forms, applications and other unnecessary supplies just to be in her presence. Each time, I would manage to get a look at her feet to see what she was wearing. If I may put in a little plug for myself! I am not an unattractive man. I have heard that coeds in my class found me to be nice to look at. I also have a positive mental attitude and feel comfortable around people. Debbie and I soon found that we enjoyed each other's company. I was very careful and discrete in not coming on to strongly or giving her any indication that I was "hitting on her". After a few weeks, I did start to bring her coffee and ask if there were any errands she needed me to run for her. This was my first, subtle attempt at serving her. I found her to be very open to my requests to help. She always had that beautiful smile. I was visiting her office very frequently for small talk and related college business. We were getting friendly. I planned my crusade to get at her feet very carefully. It was several months later that I actually started my move. This is my first lesson to men hoping to get at the feet of a real woman. PATIENCE! Take your time. Do not come on as a pervert who wants to jump at the feet of a woman. Make the lady feel comfortable. Get to know her and allow her time to be comfortable around you. My first move was a legit request on my part to use the Dean's conference room. I was meeting with several of my graduate students and the room was convenient for all of us. I went into Debbie's office and asked if the room was available. She was very friendly but told me that it really was not supposed to be used by other faculty. I took my first risk. I moved along side her desk and slowly genuflected, went down on one knee, and in a faked, humble voce said, "May I please have the key to the conference room" I was pleasantly surprised by Debbie's reaction. Her face lit up with a huge smile and she said, "Well, since you asked like that. I guess I can let you have the key." She reached in her desk and gave me the key. I purposefully, remained on one knee until she put the key in my hand. Then she blew my mind as she winked at me. During the next weeks I continued to find reasons to use the conference room and each time I genuflected while asking. I was getting very positive feedback from Debbie, each time. She would smile and give me that flirtatious wink. Finally, one day she said, "I like seeing a man on his knees" That was the first time, of many, when I actually spotted my pants. It is important to point out the length of time that had transpired from the first time I met Debbie until what happened next. We had become friends, established trust, and had been teasing each other for many weeks. This does not happen over night. Finally, one day I was back for my routine of asking for the key, still genuflecting. With a smile on her face Debbie said, "What if I say No!" I was pleasantly surprised by her teasing question. I started to ham up a pleading request. "Please, pretty please, can I have the key?" Debbie was now toying with me. "Sitting back in her chair she said, "Not good enough. What else do you have to offer?" My mouth was moving and words were coming out before my brain knew what I was saying. "Please let me have the key and I will kiss your feet." After I blurted it out, I could not believe my own ears. Did I really just say that? Time froze as I waited for a reaction. I was fearful that I had over stepped my place and Debbie would be angry with me. To my shock and pleasant surprise Debbie looked down at me with a smile, raised one eyebrow and said, "That might work. I think I would like that" Debbie was sitting directly behind her desk. She turned her chair so that her legs were at the side of the desk. "You'll have to come over here if you are going to kiss my feet." For the second time, being with Debbie, I know that I spotted my under pants, I crawled over to Debbie's feet which she had planted on the carpeted floor. She was wearing a pair of black high heel pumps. Without hesitation, I kissed the toe of each shoe. I could feel my body get instantly hot as my lips touched the shiny leather of her shoe. Her voice broke my trance," Well, you haven't asked me anything yet. First ask the question, and then kiss my feet. I regained my thoughts and asked, "May I please have the key to the conference room?" "That's better. Now you are supposed to kiss my feet, after you ask permission." Once again, I lowered my head to her feet and kissed the toes of each shoe. I could taste and smell the new leather fragrance of her shoes and I was getting intoxicated. I felt the keys hit the floor near my face. "Good boy! Now you can use the room.' I quickly picked up the keys and left the room hoping that Debbie could not see the large bulge in my pants. I noticed a big smile as she, once again, winked at me. After that first submissive kiss on the toes of her shoes, my role as her foot/shoe/boot slave was established. We were both very discrete and careful. We did not play every time I came to her office but when she knew that she was alone and the Dean was not in his office, she would play with me. The best part was she began to initiate the foot/shoe/boot worship. Every time I asked to use the room, and I was asking a lot. She would respond "You know the rules. If you want to use the conference room, you kiss my feet and I will consider your request." Each time I would kneel along side her desk, kiss her shoes and she would drop the keys on the floor. These first encounters only lasted a few seconds. I was not at her feet for any length of time. Still, it made me very excited and I could tell that Debbie enjoyed every minute. I decided that it was time to stretch the envelope and see what Debbie would allow. My goal was actually to lick her shoes, not just kiss them. The next time I had the opportunity to kneel and kiss her shoes for the key. I took a risk. While on my knees I told her that I noticed that her shoes were dirty and not fitting for a woman of her beauty. I was shocked at her reaction. "Well, do something about it. Clean them." I played dumb and asked for tissue from her desk to clean her shoes. At that moment, Debbie showed me a dominant side of her that excited me. She looked down at me and said, "Use your tongue. You can lick them clean for me. You know that's what you want to do. Isn't it?" Totally embarassed I answered,"Yes, Ma'am". "Well what are you waiting for? Lick my shoes clean." With that she leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. Bringing her one high heel inches from my face, she looked at her shoe, "You're right, they do need a cleaning. Be a good boy and clean them for me. I want to watch you lick my shoes." My heart was beating so fast I was sure that Debbie could hear it! I had just been told by a gorgeous lady to lick her high heel shoes. I carefully positioned myself in front of Debbie's chair, on my hands and knees and slowly ran the tip of my tongue across the tip of her shoe. I could feel myself getting sexually excited. I continued to lick the shoe when Debbie spoke. "Do a good job. Don't miss any spots. Make them shine for me" Debbie was looking down, inspecting the job I was doing. I have always said it is one thing to lick the shoes of a lady who lets you but more exciting when a lady wants you to lick her shoes and gives orders. I was in my glory. I looked up at Debbie as I continued to lick her shoe and she had a smug smile on her face. "You are enjoying this aren't you?" "Yes, Ma'am" I responded. "Good" So am I. I think from now on I will have you clean all my shoes at work" I had achieved my goal. I was licking the shoes of a beautiful woman and she just announced that she expected more of the same adoration. I continued licking Debbie's shoe as she looked down at me from her chair. I soon became convinced that she was a Dominant Woman just waiting to find the right man. She took total control. "Be sure you get the heel and the bottoms of my shoes. If you are going to do a job, do it right" Debbie extended her foot and raised it so the sole of her shoe was in front of my face. I held the back of the shoe and ran my tongue up the entire length of the bottom of her shoe. I continued until the entire sole was wet from my tongue. I lovingly performed this degrading act while looking into the eyes of this Goddess. "You look good licking my shoes. I think we found your calling in life.I guess from now on instead of calling you Dr ______, I will just call you foot boy or slave' Even her verbal humiliation was exciting to hear. Debbie had just made me her personal foot boy/slave and I was the happiest man in the world. After holding her shoe in front of my face, watching me lick the bottoms, Debbie repositioned herself in her chair and presented the other shoe. "I do have two shoes. This one is getting jealous. Lick it for me, Foot Boy," Debbie slid down a little in her chair and I could see that she relaxed as I licked the entire surface, top and bottom of the second shoe. "MMM, this is better than getting a massage. I could get use to this.Don't stop!" I looked up into those gorgeous eyes as my tongue danced across the bottom of her shoes. Debbie owned me and she knew it. I served as Debbie's foot boy/slave for several years. We were always discrete and careful. There never was any sexual involvement. I never worshipped her above her ankles except to kiss her hands. There were days and weeks when we did not enjoy our Mistress/slave relationship because the Dean's office was busy. But every chance we got, I was at her feet, licking her shoes and boots and kissing her feet and sucking her toes. She called me "Foot Boy" every time I came in to her office. I was in my glory. ...to be continued in Part II Foot Boy Ch. 02 A college PhD Professor becomes the foot slave to a beautiful Administrative Assistant. * I was pleased with the response that I received from individuals who read Part I of my true account of how I became a foot/shoe/boot slave to the Assistant to the Dean of Students at the university where I taught. Her name is Debbie and she still works for the same university but has been promoted to a new position in administration. Since retirement, I have returned to the university, on several occasions, to fill in for colleagues on leave and was lucky enough to rekindle the "foot boy" relationship that I had with Debbie. She readily admitted that she missed me when I retired and was enjoying her new dominant role. She was thrilled to have me back at her feet. Part II continues.... After that moment when I licked Debbie's shoes for the first time, I was mesmerized with her; her feet and her footwear. She was a stunningly attractive lady and to be able to serve as her foot slave was an honor. I know that other men on campus, including students, found her to be attractive and now I was the one licking her shoes. That first day I licked her shoes is still embedded in my mind. The taste of the leather on my tongue and the memory of her words, "From now on I think I will have you lick all my shoes at work", made my head spin. On that day, I think Debbie made a major transformation from a beautiful, professional business woman with a husband to a Domme with a foot slave. It was obvious that Debbie was finding pleasure in having a man, prostrate at her feet, licking her shoes. As I licked her shoes I would look up from the floor and I could see an obvious smile and look of contentment. Debbie was enjoying this. That first time I licked her shoes, Debbie was wearing a pair of dark blue, high heel pumps with about a 4 inch heel. The leather was very soft and I could feel her toes through the leather as I licked the top of the shoes. Debbie had thin ankles and her feet looked stunning in the shoes. There actually were some dirt spots on her shoes and I became excited realizing that I was truly cleaning her shoes with my tongue. Her words kept me excited, "Good boy. Get my shoes nice and clean." That first day, I licked her high heels for only about five minutes but it was sexually exciting. I kept looking up at Debbie as I ran my tongue over the surfaces of her shoes. The excitement increased when she told me to lick the bottoms of her shoes. In her soft, sweet voice she told me to, "Be sure you get the heel and the bottoms of my shoes. If you are going to do a job, do it right." Debbie was already toying with me on my first day as her shoe licker. She flexed her ankle so that the bottom of her shoe presented itself to my tongue. I loving licked the dirt off the sole of Debbie's shoes. It was Debbie who called an end to that first shoe worship session. She pulled her shoe away from my mouth and announced, "OK, that's enough. I have work to do and can't just sit here all day watching you lick my shoes.' She made exaggerated movements as if examining her shoes and the tongue job I had just performed. "Not bad, for the first time. You will have to do better if you want to continue being my foot boy. Now get out of here. I have work to do." I picked myself from the floor and I could see Debbie look at the bulge in my pants. She smiled. "Well, I guess we can say that you enjoy licking my shoes. Good, because I intend to have you tongue cleaning all my shoes." I left the office with my head still spinning. The next day I was excited to see Debbie wearing another pair of high heel pumps. These were black with an open toe. The heel was again about 4" in height. The first two times that I entered her office, that day, she was busy with students and other staff members wanting her attention. She was the consummate professional, handling all of her duties without any teasing or even acknowledging me except for a friendly, "Hello." I walked around her desk just so that I could peek at her shoes. I became excited just thinking that I might be licking those shoes. That morning seemed like the longest day of my life. Each time I walked past Debbie's office, she was busy. Finally, out of frustration I decided to call her. Just hearing her soft voice on the phone made me excited. I was careful not to get carried away but I did get up the nerve to ask if she could use her foot boy today. She sounded very busy and did not take my lead. She was very professional in her demeanor. She just told me that she was swamped with work and could not talk. I hung up, a little disappointed. I decided that today was not going to find me at Debbie's feet and hoped that our new relationship had not come to an end. I went about my business in my office; reading research papers; meeting with several students and writing plans for the upcoming week. I was unaware of the time. The phone rang and I looked at my watch. It was 3:45. The voice on the other end surprised me. It was Debbie. "Hi, Dean Hancock, is gone for the day and I have no scheduled appointments. I could use a foot massage." My heart leaped in my throat. Debbie was calling me to ask me for a foot massage. All my fears of her ending our little "game" were unnecessary. "I can be there in five minutes", I blurted out. "No! Slow Down! I still have work to do. Come over around 4:45. I'll see you then." Debbie hung up and I could feel myself getting exciting. I could see myself licking her shoes and I loved the idea. I waited until 4:45 and then made my way to Debbie's office. The corridors were empty. Most of the undergraduate students had finished classes for the day and the grad students were in their 4:30 classes. When I entered Debbie's office, she was standing by the file cabinet, returning folders. She looked stunning. She was wearing a black pinstripe suit; white blouse with an open collar; pearls and of course those beautiful, open toe, black pumps. I wanted to throw myself at her feet and start licking her shoes but I controlled my urges. Debbie was friendlier and had a nice smile on her face. She greeted me with a simple, "Hi" I tried to be discrete when I closed the door behind me. I was hoping that Debbie would not tell me to leave it open. The door clicked and she did not say anything. She was involved in filing folders. With my back to the door, I quietly turned the lock. We were now in a locked office. I turned around and just stared at the beautiful goddess standing in front of me. "This has been a day from Hell. I could use a stiff drink but one of your foot massages would do nicely." Debbie's soft, feminine voice made me feel relaxed. I walked over closer to her but knew that I wanted to be at her feet. I took a chance. "I know when I am in the presence of royalty." With my attempt at humor I got on my knees and extended my arms over my head with my forehead to the floor. "You slave is here to serve you." I could tell by her voice that Debbie liked my submissive position. "You're cute" was her only response. I decided to continue my role play. "May I kiss the shoes upon your feet?" "You're also crazy." I could tell by the smile in her voice that Debbie was enjoying my little game. "Well, may I? I looked up into her beautiful eyes. "Yes, you may." I crawled closer to Debbie and planted a kiss on the toe of each shoe. Her serious, professional demeanor from earlier in the day melted and Debbie's voice was playful and teasing. "Very nice, foot boy. You know how to make a woman feel good." I sat up on my knees and looked in to the gorgeous eyes of this goddess. She was in a playful mood. "Your shoes are soiled and not befitting your regal body. May I tongue polish your shoes for you?" At this point in our new relationship I was initiating all the actions but this was soon to change as Debbie realized that she enjoyed her Domme lifestyle. I could tell that Debbie was not uncomfortable with a man at her feet and she was enjoying the new power that she had over a man. "Sure! Why not" With that, Debbie extended her right shoe. I lowered my head and lovingly ran my tongue over the surface of her beautiful pump. The feel of her leather on my tongue caused an instant erection. I could sense Debbie standing over me while I began to lick her shoe. After a few licks across the top and sides of her shoe, I kissed her foot. Debbie took her shoe away from my mouth and kicked me, lightly, with the side of her shoe on my face. I was pleasantly surprised and thrilled by her action. "I didn't give you permission to kiss my feet. You asked to lick my shoes. Keep to our agreement. Do a good job and maybe, you will earn the honor of kissing my feet." Debbie was now playing with me and I loved it. I knew that I had found the right woman to make my Domme. She placed her shoe back under my mouth and simply said. "Lick!" I continued to lick her high heel pump. I was excited to be controlled by Debbie. She was in a playful mood and I loved it. I licked the entire surface of her shoe and strained my neck to get around to the back of the heel. Debbie did not move an inch to help me. She remained planted firmly in her spot and I moved around the floor to get to the back of her heels. "The bottom of your shoe is also dirty. I should clean that as well." "How do we do that? I am not sitting down, like the last time" I could see that Debbie was naïve about foot/shoe worship. "Let me show you. I lay on my back and instructed Debbie to stand close to my face. "Just hold your shoe over my mouth." I could sense a little embarrassment. I assured her that it was OK. Debbie walked up to my upturned face and placed her left high heel near my ear. She lifted her right foot and held her shoe over my mouth. I held the heel of the shoe with my hand and began to lick the sole of her shoe as I looked up into her eyes. I loved the position because I could look up into the eyes of the goddess as I licked the dirty bottom of her shoe. Debbie had a nervous smile on her face. I could tell that she was enjoying her dominant position over me. "I am going to hold out my tongue. You can wipe the bottom of your shoe across my tongue." I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Debbie rested the bottom of her shoe on my tongue and then made several slow passes with her shoe on my tongue, applying pressure against the blade of my tongue. The sole tasted different than the smooth leather of the top of the shoe. I lay still as Debbie continued to wipe the bottom of her shoe across my tongue. She supported herself by holding on to the file cabinet. Finally, I moved her shoe a little, raised my head, opened my mouth and inserted her heel in between my lips. I closed my lips around the spiked heel and began to suck on her high heel. "Boy, you are really enjoying this." I was a bit embarrassed that Debbie was discovering my strong shoe fetish. I was in my glory. Debbie caught on quickly and began to pump the heel in and out of my mouth, all the while looking down at me with a smile, watching my work. I knew that was when I spotted my underpants. At one point the entire heel was inside my mouth. "I don't want to hurt you." Debbie was actually concerned about my well being. "Don't worry. I am fine.' I continued to look up into Debbie's beautiful eyes from my lowly position on the floor under her shoe. I continued to suck her heel. After a time, I stopped. "Your other shoe is getting jealous" I was teasing with Debbie. "That's right we have to be an equal opportunity employer." With that, Debbie placed her right foot on the floor next to my ear, straddling my face, and offered the bottom of her left shoe to lick. "Stick out your tongue." Her words excited me. She was giving me orders and I obeyed this goddess. Debbie began to wipe the bottom of her shoe on my tongue. She made several passes on my tongue and then she placed the heel of her shoe near my mouth and I sucked the heel. Debbie was taking charge. I sucked the heels for several moments. "OK, you need to clean the tops" Debbie moved the shoe from my mouth and I positioned myself on my knees and licked the top and sides of her shoe as she remained standing, majestically, over me. I licked the entire surface of her beautiful pump. Debbie toyed with me. "Be sure to get them nice and clean." I ran my tongue over the toe, sides and heels of her shoe, loving every moment. Debbie stood, majestically over me as I tongue polished her shoes. After a few minutes she pulled her shoe from my mouth. "I am getting tired of standing. I need to sit down' Debbie walked to her chair behind the desk. I followed on my knees. When she sat down, she crossed her legs. "This is better. You can finish your job" I did not need any more encouragement and crawled closer to Debbie's feet and began to lick the high heel that was dangling in the air, if front of me. Debbie sat back in her chair and allowed me to lick her entire shoe with my tongue. Nothing was said between us as I thoroughly tongue polished her shoe. I looked up from my position on the floor without removing my tongue from Debbie's shoe. Her beautiful eyes were looking down at me with a smile of contentment. When she saw me look up, she winked, puckered her lips in a kiss and simply said, "You're sweet." I was in my glory. I was licking the shoes of a beautiful goddess and she was enjoying my submissive surrender to her. "Your other shoe is getting jealous.' I looked up into Debbie's beautiful eyes as I spoke. Without saying a word, she uncrossed her legs and placed her left leg on her right knee. Now, the other shoe was in front of my face. I did not need to be told what to do. I began to lick the shoe with my tongue. The taste of the leather was intoxicating. Again, I licked the entire surface of her shoe, including the sole. Debbie just sat back, silently, watching I was in my glory. Finally, I initiated my next move. I stopped licking the shoe, looked up at Debbie and asked, "May I remove your shoe and kiss your feet?" "Yes, you may." Debbie's voice was soft and feminine. I slowly slipped the shoe off her foot that I was licking. As soon as I touched her foot, I felt the moisture on the bottom of her pantyhose. I gently kissed the top of her foot and then held her foot against my face so that I could feel the warmth and moisture through her silky pantyhose. I looked up and Debbie had her head back on the chair and her eyes were closed. I began to kiss the bottom of her foot when I heard a soft moan come from Debbie. It was obvious that she was enjoying my attention to her foot. ...to be continued.