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At Shauna's Feet Ch. 1

By: Bacomicfan



Shauna smiled as she looked down to watch her slave - or stocking slut as she enjoyed calling him - remove her boots. He took the utmost care not to injure her precious feet. He removed both boots and set them aside, standing them next to the comfy chair she lounged in.

While he was busy putting her boots aside, Shauna lifted her hot, sweaty feet up, holding them straight out to her slave/slut. She wiggled her toes in anticipation of his services. He took both of her feet in his hands by their heels and, following exactly his training, he pushed his nose into them, sniffing them long and thoroughly, all along the underside of her toes. He inhaled their scent deeply as he had hundreds of times before. The confinement in the tight boots had made her stockings hot and moist with perspiration, and the scent of nylon and leather mingled with her own sweet scent. She smiled contentedly as he pushed his nose into the base of her toes and sniffed deeply time after time. This was an important part of foot worship for Shauna, as she felt that her feet, as did any part of her, deserved to be appreciated no matter their condition. It was important that her slut adored her feet whether they'd been just bathed by him or if she'd just run a marathon in old, dirty sneakers. It went to the very core of his worship of her, which should be unconditional if it was to have any real meaning. So, to prove his worship of her, her slut was to smell her feet every time she (or he) removed her shoes. And it pleased her so much to watch him do it.

"Have I sniffed your feet enough, Goddess? Or should I continue?" he humbly asked the semi-reclining beauty.

"No, slut...you've enjoyed their perfume long enough for now. You may remove my stockings and begin my oral servicing."

Without a second's hesitation, he reached up under her midcalf-length skirt and slipped off her knee-highs and put them on the floor next to the boots, folding them properly as his training dictated. He then returned to his Goddess's feet and held one foot up to his mouth. His adoring lips immediately began kissing it....every inch, slowly, not missing a single part of it. He even spread her toes so he could kiss between them. This was the first phase...kissing her feet to show his complete worship of her, and it was required that his lips not miss any part of her feet. And they rarely did.

Watching "slut" kiss her feet, so attentively and conscientiously, reminded Shauna of their very first meeting. She leaned back in her plush chair and reminisced dreamily of that encounter as her slave's lips attended to her cooling feet. She remembered back to when she met him many months ago in a pool hall. He was cocky and very sure of himself with the ladies, which made breaking him all the sweeter....

She'd been standing there with her friend from work, talking about all sorts of things, when she noticed a man sitting on a stool staring at her. Now, she was dressed to kill and expected to turn men's heads, but she didn't want to be ogled. He appeared to be looking at her breasts, so she looked him directly in the eye and told him point blank to stop. He chuckled quietly and tossed her an insincere apology.

Shortly thereafter she again noticed him staring. This time he was across the room, standing near one of the pool tables. He appeared to be eyeing her legs. She put down the soda she was drinking, excused herself to her friend, and walked over to the man, her high heels clacking on the wooden floor.

"You see something you like, I take it?" she'd said to him, not smiling in the least.

"Yeah," he grinned, "I see a lot I like."

"Well, that's too bad, cause none of it's yours to enjoy, is it? First, you're staring at my chest, and now you can't seem to take your eyes off my legs. I would appreciate if you'd find something else to stare at, if you don't mind too much." she said sarcastically.

"Um..well..it wasn't your legs, exactly," he said, slurping from a bottle of beer.

"What?" she asked. "What wasn't my legs."

"It wasn't your legs I was staring at, not that they're not gorgeous, of course."

She looked down at her legs, confused.

"Actually, I ....well....I was just noticing how pretty your feet are," he confessed, looking down at them again.

Again Shauna looked down. She'd always dressed to show off her feet, and that night was no exception. She was wearing her sexy red strappy backless high heel slides, which showed off her high-arched feet very nicely. Her toes were painted a matching red. In those shoes her feet were beautifully bare.

When she looked back up at him, she noticed his obvious admiration for her feet. He was smiling and his eyes were taking in every inch of them, moving from toes to instep to ankles and back again to the toes. She tried to stifle a laugh, but could only manage to partially stifle it. And the gears were already turning in her head.

"So, apparently you have a foot fetish, besides being crass and uncouth," she stated frankly, then added slyly, "Well, at least you have good taste in feet."

"Well now," he stammered, "I wouldn't say I have a foot fetish." He became instantly nervous and flustered. "Let's just say I admire beauty where I see it."

"And you see beauty in my feet?"

"Well...yeah."

"Then, my friend, you have a foot fetish."

"No, not really. I don't think so at all."

Now Shauna felt the need to prove her point. She needed to prove to herself and to him that he did indeed have a foot fetish. And a plan came into her mind.

"Well, Mr....."

"Sam.....call me Sam."

"Okay, Sam. It seems to me that a guy who thinks my feet are beautiful can't be all bad, in spite of his efforts to prove that he is. So, what do you say we get a drink together somewhere? These shoes are sexy, but they hurt my feet. Maybe if you like my feet so much you could give them a nice massage for me."

When she said that she knew by the glint in his eyes that he definitely had a foot fetish. And a guy who had a fetish for anything could be tamed, even controlled, if she played her cards right. And she intended to do just that.

She made apologies once again to her friend, who had decided to go home anyway. And then she and Sam left to find a more private place. They took separate cars - Shauna didn't want any problems if this didn't turn out right - and went to a nearby bar, a cozy little place mostly frequented by regulars.

They sat in a corner booth. After Sam had gotten them both drinks, they sat and talked. They hadn't been talking more than five minutes when Shauna plopped her feet in Sam's lap. She smiled as she remembered the startled look on his face. The wide eyes, the dropped jaw as he looked down to his now filled lap.....so precious.

She said simply, "Take my shoes off and rub my sore feet like a good boy."

Sam was surprised to say the least, but he did as he was told.... 

Shauna was brought briefly back to the present by movement at her feet. Slut was switching his attention to her other foot, having completely worshipped the first. He carefully lowered the foot he'd completed adoring, laying it gently on his thigh, not wishing it to get soiled in any way, even though he knew the carpets were clean. He picked up the other foot and without hesitation began to kiss it. Shauna sat back again and her memories of that first night returned. She smiled as her mind revisited that small bar and the dark corner booth.....

Sam looked at Shauna's feet with a mixture of surprise...and awe. He stared at those wiggling beauties, trying not to be too obvious, still wanting to hide his fetish. But his desires were all too obvious to Shauna. She knew he wanted her feet. She didn't doubt it in the slightest. But it was the way he slowly removed her shoes - slipping them carefully and gently off her feet as if being afraid of damaging their soft feminine beauty - that gave away the extent of his attraction to her feet.

She decided to test her theory and tease him at the same time. When he slipped of her second shoe, she gasped as if he'd hurt her. Instantly his eyes shot up to meet hers and there was unmis- takable anguish in them. His hands quickly covered her foot and started to rub, even though he had no idea where he might have hurt her. She laughed inwardly at his concern, loving that pained look on his face.

"Did I hurt you?" his eyes almost pleaded, begging her to say no.

"Well," she lied, "just a little."

"God, I'm really sorry. I was trying not to."

"I know you were. I could tell. You were very gentle, but none of us is perfect. It only hurt a little." She kept the pressure on.

"Really... I apologize." he still rubbed, looking like a little boy who'd just lost his balloon.

"It's all right....but, Sam..?" Shauna tried to look serious.

"Yeah?"

"You're rubbing the wrong spot."

"Oh, I'm sorry.......where did I hurt you?" Shauna noted gleefully that he was now like a puppy trying hard to please its master....and she liked that very much.

"She lifted her foot from his grasp and held it up at his eye level, taking him by surprise and making his head dart backward. She turned her foot to the side, picking some imaginary spot, and said, "Right there, alongside my big toe, just at the base of it."

"Here, let me rub it. How's that? Feel better?"

She played hard to please. She frowned and said, "Well, it feels a little better, but I don't think rubbing alone is going to do it."

"Um....well, I don't know what else I can do. I'm really sorry."

"You should be. Next time you'll just have to be a little more careful."

"I really am sorry. Let me make it up to you. Let me buy you another drink."

"How's a drink going to make my foot stop hurting? I think you should come up with something a little more soothing to my foot, don't you?"

Now Sam was flustered. He tried rubbing her foot gently and then more forcefully, but the look in her eyes was the same. Nothing he did made her happy. Suddenly, Shauna sat up straight and grinned from ear to ear.

"I think there's only one way you can make the pain go away, Sam." she said, her grin becoming totally wicked.

"How's that," he asked quickly. If he'd been any more puppyish, he'd have grown a tail.

"Well," she smiled, in total control now, "when I was a little girl, if I had a boo-boo my dad would always kiss it away. And it always worked."

Sam looked dumbfounded. So she spelled it out for him.

"Kiss my foot, Sam. Kiss away the boo-boo you made. Kiss the side of my toe to make it better."

She took her foot from his grasp again and quick as lightning she shoved it into his face, again making him lunge backward. She again turned it so that the side of her big toe was pointed toward him. The closeness of her foot to his lips was making him sweat. He took her foot in one hand and he cocked his head to look at the injured spot. He hesitated. Shauna felt now was the time to assert herself...it was now or never.

With him contemplating kissing her foot, she took matters into her own hands. Her voice took on a more demanding tone and she mashed the side of her toe into his mouth, again surprising him, and even making him gasp as her toe crushed his lips.

"I don't have all night, Sam. What are you waiting for? Kiss it!"

He looked at her, eyes wide with surprise now. But even with her foot squashed against his mouth, he still hesitated, more from shock than anything else. It struck Shauna how silly he looked sitting there staring at her with her big toe mashed against his mouth waiting to be kissed. She remembered wondering if anyone had seen them, and if they'd gotten a good chuckle out of it. Part of her hoped someone had seen it. The thought of someone snickering at Sam's predicament appealed to her very much.


She kept the pressure cooker boiling. "Sam, if you're not going to try to make me happy, there's no point in my staying here. I might as well go home...or back to the pool hall where there are lots of guys who'd jump at the chance to please me."

She waited about thirty seconds, and when he still hesitated, she took her foot away from his mouth and said, "Where did you put my shoes, Sam? I'm going to leave."

His eyes got wider and he reached for her foot, grabbing it by the ankles. His eyes were pleading as he said, "No, Shauna.....wait. I'm sorry." He looked down, embarrassed at his submissiveness.

"You'll kiss my foot then?" she snapped at him.

"Yeah, sure......if it'll help make it feel better."

She again played hard to please. She sat back, sighed and said, "Well, I guess I'll stay then."

Then Sam sat back, still holding her foot by the ankles. He lifted her foot up until her toes were right in front of his lips. He stared at her foot for a second, then leaned forward and kissed the side of her big toe where she'd indicated the pain was. 

"There. How's that? Better?"

"You're kidding, right?" she was getting very turned on by her power over him, and she didn't want to give up even a tiny bit of it.

"Why? What's wrong?" puppy eyes asked.

"Sam, one kiss is just a start. You have to work at soothing my toe...unless, of course, you find my foot offensive all of a sudden?"

Sensing immediate danger, Sam quickly proclaimed, "No, not at all! Shauna, your feet could never be offensive. No part of you could. I'm sorry....look.....here...." He leaned forward again and kissed her toe several times, holding her foot by the heel and the opposite side, cradling it protectively as his lips tried slavishly to comfort her imaginary pain.

"Mmm.....Sam, that feels wonderful. It's starting to feel better already. Oh, do keep kissing it."

Sam kissed that toe some twenty or thirty times. At the time, Shauna had wondered again if anyone was watching. She hoped someone could see this man kissing her foot like an eager to please pet. And she had more in store for him....much more.

"Sam, that feels so wonderful. Would you mind doing something else for me?"

"Sure, Shauna......anything."

"Great, then do this for me," she said, pulling her foot free from his grip again, and this time holding her foot so that the sole was directly in his face, "kiss the sole for me. I just know that will feel delicious. Do that for me, okay?"

Shauna wasn't sure how he'd respond. She didn't know if he'd already come to know his place or if she'd have to work a bit more at breaking him. Sam answered her question for her. He leaned back into her foot and pressed his lips into its soft sole, kissing from her toes all the way to her heel...very slowly. Shauna was pleased. Even in the dim lighting she could see that Sam had finally given in to his fetish. There was only one thing left for her to do. She had to assert herself to him verbally, to prove to him that he was wrong. He needed to know that she knew he had a foot fetish despite his claims otherwise, and she wanted to hint to him that she intended to use that to bend him to her will. Breaking a man was fun for her, but even moreso if he knew she was doing it....and couldn't stop her.

"So, Sam, you seem to enjoy kissing my foot. You still claim you don't have a foot fetish?"

He stopped kissing her arch, but only long enough to reply, "I'm sorry, Shauna, I didn't mean to lie to you. It's just....well....I thought you'd tell me to get lost if I admitted my fetish."

"Not at all," she smiled, "I just love men who worship my feet...as long as they do it my way."

"What way is that?" he asked.

She laughed, "Why, any way I tell you to, of course. Would you like to worship my feet on a regular basis, Sam?"

"I'd love to.....yes!" his puppy eyes brightened.

"Then, here's my first rule. From now on, you don't stop servicing my feet until I tell you to."

"Oh, I'm sorry.....I was just answering your question. That's the only reason I stopped."

"I know, Sam...and that's okay for now. But, in the future, even if I ask a question, wait until I give you permission to stop worshipping my foot to answer. Is that pretty much understood?"

"Um..." he stammered and lowered his eyes, "yeah...okay. I got it."

"Good. Now, you can stop kissing my foot. I want you to keep my feet in your lap and give them a nice soothing massage while we talk. Pay special attention to my arches and my toes. Those are the parts that need the most attention."

She reached over the table and took his drink in her hand, putting it to her lips and sipping it.

"You won't be needing your drink. You're going to be much too busy rubbing my feet." She sat back against the back of the booth, crossed her arms on her chest, still holding the drink, and looked Sam in the eyes. She said simply, "All right, Sam.......start rubbing."

And, for the second time that momentous evening, Sam did exactly as he was told.....

Again Shauna drifted back to the present. Slut was still hard at work, kissing her foot. She watched as he spread her toes and kissed adoringly between them. He was concentrating so hard to make sure that he did an excellent job that she smiled and wiggled her toes to give him a bit of a challenge. She loved to tease him. It always seemed to frustrate him at first, but then he'd adapt and find a way to continue to service her no matter what obstacles she threw at him. She loved that about him. The only thing that mattered to him was pleasing her, and he was fiercely determined to do so no matter how hard she made it for him, which led to unending hours of pleasure and amusement for her.

"Now lick, slut," she said suddenly, startling him, "Start with the left foot, then do the right. You know how I like it...thorough and complete. Do the toes exactly the way I trained you. Take your time....long, slow licks at first, then build up speed. I expect to see you working really hard at it before I'll be satisfied. Understood?"

"Yes, Goddess...I'll try very hard to please you."

She stroked the side of his face with one foot, then ran her toes through his hair, petting him like a cat, almost expecting to hear him purr.

" I know you will, slut. You may begin." She shoved her toes against his mouth, the act pushing his head back and mashing his lips, but she never even noticed as she sunk back into the cushions and her mind sailed away, back to the day when she first made him her eager and willing plaything.....

"Mmm.....that feels wonderful, Sam. You give a lovely foot rub," Shauna complimented her newfound toy,her voice seeming distant to Sam in the dim lighting of the secluded booth.

"Well, thanks," he replied, smiling.

"Sam, remember what we said before about replying to my questions or statements?"

Sam looked at her, thinking in his mind he'd done nothing wrong. "Yes, I do. But you said you didn't want me to stop servicing your foot to reply. I didn't. I kept rubbing your foot when I thanked you. I didn't stop."

"Hmm......yeah. I guess I just wasn't all that clear. Here's the thing. It just seems to me that if you answer a question, or talk in any way.....or even just nod your head.....that takes your concentration away from pleasing me....pampering me. So, I think the way it should be is that you don't make any comments or replies no matter what. You just keep servicing me, whatever form that might take, and if I want a comment or response from you I'll give you permission to stop and focus on communicating with me. Of course, there'll be other times when I will expect a reply or comment from you, but will not want you to stop what you're doing. It will depend on my mood and the importance of the verbal response I want from you."

She cocked her head thoughtfully, and then continued. "Yes, I think that sounds about right. What do you think about that, Sam? Does that sound like something you can live with?"

Sam said nothing, but kept on massaging her foot. He didn't even raise his head. He looked down at the toes he was firmly squeezing and rubbing, not slowing his efforts for even a second.


At Shauna's Feet Ch. 1



Shauna smiled, "Very good, Sam. Don't stop rubbing - that feels divine - but look up at me and reply. Do you think you can live with that rule...every night, as you did just now?"

"Yes, Shauna.....I think I can live with that."

"Good, then we have an understanding of how things are going to be between us. Correct?"

Again he said nothing. His concentration was on the toes of her other foot now. He was stretching and bending them, rubbing them between thumb and fingers. Shauna again smiled. She was pleased with the progress Sam was making in his new role as her servant. She didn't pursue her question to him. It was only another test anyway....one that he'd passed nicely. For the next forty-five minutes, she allowed Sam to continue to massage her feet. She closed her eyes and sat back in the booth, occasionally sipping both Sam's drink and her own, but mostly just sitting there enjoying her foot rub. Sam was very good at it and his hands worked miracles on her aching, tired feet. She sighed at his fingers' attention to detail....the firmness of his massage on her heels and the balls of her feet, how he worked the tips of his fingers firmly into the area at the bases of her toes and in the spaces between them, his rotating and stretching of her feet at the ankles, and the special attention he gave each and every toe. It was so soothing that she wondered if he'd had some experience in foot massage, or maybe had been (or still was) a professional masseur. In the end, however, she was too relaxed to exert the effort to ask him. She just wanted to enjoy his pampering of her feet.

When she felt her feet had been properly attended to, Shauna gave Sam permission to stop rubbing them. She knew his hands were getting tired so she decided to give him a break...for now. She made a mental note to slowly build up his massage time until he could rub her feet for hours at a time. She'd love that while she watched a favorite movie at home or laid on the sofa reading a book. She knew she'd have to work him up to longer foot rubs slowly, over time....and the thought of slowly molding Sam into the perfect foot masseur for her personal comfort and pleasure made her sigh, and gave her a deliciously evil tingle all over.

"You give very good foot rubs, Sam. But I will generally want much longer foot massages from you. So, over the next few weeks and months, I'll be working you pretty hard, getting you so you can give me a soothing rub for hours at a time if need be. But we'll work on that as time allows. I do, after all, have other plans for you, too."

Having finished her massage, Sam was free to speak when spoken to. He replied with a simple, "Yes, ma'am," and the simple respectfulness of the curt response made her smile.

"For now, Sam, I think it's time we leave. I want you to come home with me tonight. I have a few other things I'd like you to do for me. Now, understand, you're not spending the night...and there will be no sex. I just think we should find out some of your strengths and weaknesses as concerns your ability to please me. You say you would like to enjoy my feet on a regular basis, and that's fine. But if I'm going to let you worship my feet, you have to do it right....as I said, my way. You're going to have to learn how to pamper my feet in every way I desire. And you'll also have to learn that my feet don't exist by themselves. I love my sexy shoes and my sheer, delicious stockings. I will expect you to enjoy them as much as I do....and as much as you enjoy my feet. I expect you to worship anything that has to do with my feet...and that includes my shoes and stockings. It's a package deal. If you're not willing to do that, let me know right now and we can go our separate ways. What do you say, Sam....do you accept those terms?"

To help him make his decision, she held up one foot and wiggled it around in front of his face, and then stroked his jawline with her toes. He swallowed hard and started to sweat. She liked that. In his nervousness he chewed his lip and wiped his forehead, never taking his eyes off that enticing foot.

"Yes, ma'am. No problem. I'm sure I can learn to enjoy your shoes and hose," he forced from bitten lips. "Good," she said, "Very, very good. In that case, we can proceed from here. Now, then, what did you do with my shoes?"

"Right here," he replied, reaching around to his right and taking her shoes off the seat next to him. He held them up to her, and she said, "Good, put them back on for me. Oh, but, first, Sam....I told you I really love my sexy shoes. You should too. So, before you put my shoes back on my feet, I want you to kiss the insoles. It is, after all, the part occupied by the soles of my feet while I'm wearing them, and as such should be adored by you as much as you adore my feet. Kiss them right now, Sam. I'll watch you worship my shoes."

Holding her foot in one hand, and her shoe in the other, he kissed her shoe's insole thoroughly before gently sliding her foot into it. He then did the same with the other shoe. She watched with glee as his lips covered every inch of the insole, from toe to heel. She just adored the sight of him kissing her shoes. And he did it so readily. Yes, she thought, he was going to be very easy to train.....and her head filled with ideas of things she could easily have him doing for her in no time at all. Sam was rapidly proving to be the answer to many of her prayers.

When he finished worshipping her shoes and had them placed comfortably on her feet again, victor and vanquished got up from the booth and left the tiny bar. Shauna's only disappointment was that she heard no snickers or comments from the few other patrons in the bar. She'd hoped at least one of them had seen her complete control over Sam, but apparently none of them did. Maybe, she thought, she'd have to come back with Sam and make a more open display of her dominance over him at some future date. Hmm........yes, a very good idea. Maybe when he was more thoroughly trained...to the point where she could have him service her feet openly in public and he would happily do it no matter how many jeers or snickers he heard. What a delicious idea. Yes, she thought, that was definitely a plan for Sam's future at her feet.

They walked out of the bar and went to their cars. She told Sam to follow her to her apartment. She pulled out of the lot with Sam directly behind her. They drove to her place and parked along the street. She escorted him up to her apartment. At the door she turned the key and looked directly into his eyes and said, smiling...

"Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly."

Sam chuckled, but she put her finger on his mouth and said, "Shhhh... I'm serious, Sam. Once you enter this apartment, leave your free will behind. Beyond this door, I rule. My word is law. If you refuse me even once, I'll throw you out, and you'll never see me again. I mean that. You agree right now to do everything I tell you to, or don't even bother to come in. Understood?"

Sam knew he had no choice. He looked around, nervous and beginning to perspire. Then he sighed, looked ever so briefly into her eyes, and then diverted his eyes downward. Beaten, he looked down at the sexy feet that had led him to this juncture in his life....the feet that were slowly coming to own him, body and soul.

And he replied, "Yes, Shauna....I understand......"

This time it was a tickling between her toes that temporarily ended Shauna's daydream. Slut was spreading the toes of her left foot and licking energetically between them. Mostly it was a pleasantly warm, wet feeling, but occasionally it tickled somewhat, and it was that tickling that took her away from her memories of that first night with the man she made her slave. 

Smiling, Shauna looked down at her happy slut, watching him lick contentedly between and around her toes. His head bobbed up and down and then moved side to side as he made certain he'd licked every possible nook and cranny. He then bent her toes slightly up and back so his tongue could service the base of her toes at the ball of her foot. As instructed, he increased the speed and pressure of his tongue, his head bouncing like a bobble-head doll as he licked the exposed area. He pressed his tongue hard into the base of her toes as he licked, as this was the way that Shauna liked it. She enjoyed his wet tongue pressing firmly in this part of her foot, and he remembered - and carried out - her training well. She sat back to reminisce once again about that first fateful night, and how his training had begun.....

When the door closed behind Sam, he felt a definite chill, though the room was warm and comfortable. Shauna smiled at him and reached out with one hand, stroking his chin very lightly. 

"Now, Sam, shall we begin?" she asked in a sugary sweet voice....laced with subdued cruelty.

"Begin?" he asked, nervous again.

"Why, yes....your training."

"My training?"

"Oh, now, Sam, you knew this was coming. You knew, and you came here anyway. So don't pretend ignorance. You're here to be trained as my foot slave. You do want my feet, don't you, Sam?"

His eyes moved down to her knees, and then followed her calf down to her lovely feet, encased in their sexy red heels. He sighed, and then his hand again wiped sweat from his brow.

"Yes," he replied quietly, "I do very much want your feet."

"Well, then, you can have them....but at a price. And that price, I'm afraid, is your pride."

He looked up into her eyes and saw no mercy there. Then he looked back down at her feet. As he looked at the objects of his desire, she teasingly slipped one foot out of it's strappy shoe and started to rub her sole along her calf, and then wiggled her toes for Sam's benefit. He sighed. Shauna looked for and found the bulge that was making itself known in the crotch of his pants. She smiled with great satisfaction. That bulge gave her all the power.

"Sam?.....Sam?" she called, having to pull his attention away from her teasing foot.

"I'm sorry....yes, ma'am?"

"First off, Sam, it's very important that I have complete respect from you....and more importantly proper respect. No matter what, you have got to show me the absolute utmost respect at all times. You will always treat me like royalty...no, like a true Goddess. I expect respect and loyalty from you under any and all circumstances. Agreed?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good, then kiss my hand."

She held out her left hand for him to kiss. He took it in his and bent to kiss it.

"No, Sam, not like that. That may be respect to some people, but to me it's not proper respect. Whenever you kiss my hand, I'd like you to do it while on your knees."

Still holding her hand and slightly bent over, he looked up at her. Her eyes again displayed not the slightest generosity. Sam didn't respond quick enough, and Shauna's impatience came to the fore.

"Sam, I distinctly heard myself tell you to get on your knees. If you're unwilling to carry out that simple order, how can you hope to bring pleasure to my feet? A good foot servant knows how to take orders in other areas as well."

Sam looked at her hand in his. He looked back up at her hardened eyes. Then, slowly, he got down on his knees in front of her. His eyes focused on her perfectly manicured hand and he brought it to his lips and kissed the tip of her second finger.

"That's much better, Sam. I think there's hope for you yet. Now, while you're down there, you may kiss my feet."

Sam's eyes brightened a bit at the prospect of adoring Shauna's feet. This time he didn't hesitate as he leaned down to the floor and kissed the instep of each foot. Then, wanting more of her feet, he started to kiss the tops of her toes. She stopped him immediately.

"That's enough, Sam. You'll be enjoying my feet soon enough, I promise. But, for now I just wanted your respect and a show of loyalty. However, before you get up, there is one more thing I want you to do."

She slid one foot ahead of the other, placing it directly below Sam's head.

"I want you to lick every single red strap on my shoe, all the way from where its attached to the sole on one side to where it attaches on the other. Lick every strap. Go ahead."

This time there was very little hesitation. Sam bent way down and stuck out his tongue. He started with the strap furthest up on her instep, licking from one side all the way across her instep to the other side. He did the same for all six straps, working his way forward to the shortest strap near the tips of her toes.

"Very, very well done, Sam. I think you're a natural at shoe worship. I may not have to train you much at all."

Sam rose back up to his position on his knees, and looked up at her.

"Okay, Sam, you may get up now. Follow me over to the sofa. Oh, wait...first, the kitchen is over there. Go into the refrigerator and get me a nice frosty wine cooler - I'll have the Passion Fruit. Bring it to me on the sofa."

Sam found the refrigerator and searched for the Passion Fruit wine cooler. He found it quickly and started to open the twist-off cap. He stopped. Shauna hadn't said whether or not she wanted him to open it yet. If he opened it and she didn't want him to yet, she might be upset. So, he brought the bottle out to her still capped. When he got to the sofa, he held the unopened wine cooler out to her.

"Sam, it's not opened. You're my servant now. It's your job to do those things for me. Why on earth would you hand me an unopened bottle of....well.....anything?"

"Well," he stammered, "you didn't specifically say you wanted it opened. If you only told me to bring it to you, and you didn't say to open it, wouldn't I be disobeying you if I brought it to you opened without having your permission to open it?"

Shauna was beside herself with joy! In just a few short hours, Sam was already considering her wishes in even the most trivial things. He was unsure even if he should twist a cap off a bottle without her permission! It showed that he was considering her wants and desires above anything else, even over the dictates of common sense! This was a big step in Sam's new life with her...and it pleased her no end.

"Sam, I'm very impressed. You're right. You should never take things for granted. You should always be sure before you do anything that I approve of it first. That was very astute of you. Okay, so let's just say that from this moment on whenever you bring me a bottled drink you have my permission to remove the cap first. In fact, any time you bring me a beverage of any kind, it should be ready for me to sip immediately...understood?"

"Yes, ma'am. I just wanted to be sure."

"That's all right, Sam. You did just fine. Now, sit down. I want to begin training you in foot worship. But, before you sit, put my wine cooler on the coffee table, but slip a coaster under it first."

Sam found the coaster on the bottom shelf of the coffee table and took the wine cooler from Shauna, placing it on the coaster as he was instructed. He then took a seat on the sofa at Shauna's feet.

"No, Sam, not on the sofa. If you sit on the sofa, that makes you my equal, which you no longer are. Sit on the floor at my feet."

Humbled, face red, Sam got off the sofa and sat on the floor at the spot where Shauna's feet dangled over the edge of the sofa cushion.

"Good. Now, you're going to remove my shoes for me and then I'm going to train you how you'll be servicing my feet from now on. But before you remove my shoes, I want you to worship them, too. We'll start with the kissing. First, take one foot in your hand."

He reached out and took one foot gently by the heel.

"Now, kiss every inch of the sole of my shoe, and then the heel as well."

Instantly, Sam pressed his lips into the sole of her shoe at the toes. He placed kiss after kiss on that sole until he'd covered the entire distance from toe to heel. He then kissed the entire heel, even the very end of it.

"Very nice. Now, lick the sole and heel. Don't worry, Sam, I haven't walked through anything disgusting today. And I always keep my shoes nice and clean, though that'll be your job from now on."

Sam licked the sole and heel, and Shauna reveled in it. The idea of a man worshipping her shoes was a greatturn-on for her,and watching Sam lick hers was getting her very wet indeed. As she watched that writhing,wiggling tongue, she imagined other uses for it...particularly at that very spot that was getting wet.

"Now, one last thing before you go on to the other shoe. I want you to lick between my foot and my shoe...everywhere.....between the sole of my foot and the shoe, between the straps and my instep...I want you to lickanywhere where the shoe touches my foot. I want to watch your tongue squirm between every part of my shoe and every inch of my foot. Go ahead...begin." She sat wide-eyed, eager to watch that limber tongue humbly servicing her feet and shoes.

Sam lowered her foot so he could stick his tongue between the shoe and her toes. He slid his tongue all along her toes, from big toe to little, squeezing it in the tight space between toes and shoe leather. Shauna giggled at both the feel of it, and the sight of Sam licking there. She deliberately curled her toes downward, squashing his tongue, which slowed his progress considerably. She giggled gleefully as he still tried to drag his tongue along even with it trapped between those crushing toes and the only slightly yielding shoe leather. Finally, she eased up with her toes and allowed his tongue to complete its task. He licked everywhere shoe met foot flesh, exactly as instructed. And when he finished, tongue sore from squeezing between the two, she simply pulled back her foot and extended the other. "And now, let's have an instant replay," she said with a wicked grin. And Sam's tongue, though tired and aching, carried out her wishes.

When Sam had completed his worship of her shoes and his licking between shoes and feet, Shauna instructed him to remove her shoes. He did so eagerly, though trying not to show it. 

"Now," she said, "I want my toes sucked. I don't care which ones you do first or which are your favorites to suck, as long as you suck all of them equally. I want them sucked, licked, nibbled on...you name it. I want to gauge your foot worship talents. I give you free reign to adore my feet the way you like. That way, I can find out where your skills are lacking and train you to do it properly...the way I like it done. So, there are my feet, Sam... worship them....and do your very best."

When Sam held up one foot to worship it, she watched his eyes with pure joy as she saw the look in them. They told the story of just how much power her feet had over him. She knew that she could get him to do almost anything just with the promise of letting him adore her feet as a reward....or by threatening to withhold that pleasure from him. Either method, she mused, would surely work perfectly.

Just as Sam's mouth was about to contact her foot, Shauna got an evil idea. 

"Wait, Sam...just one second." 

He looked at her, confused...and disappointed he wasn't going to enjoy her feet just yet.

"Before you worship my feet, there's something I want to do. I want to see what your face feels like on the soles of my feet. Lean forward so I can rub my feet in your face." She said it matter-of-factly, like there was no way he'd even consider refusing.....and she was right.

Sam leaned forward, scooting ahead a little so she wouldn't have to stretch as far. Shauna tried to rub her feet in his face both at the same time, but his head kept being pushed back, no matter how hard he tried to keep it in place. So, for the time being, she put one leg on his shoulder with the instep of her foot behind his head to brace it, and then pushed the other foot into his face. She enjoyed the sight of his face yielding and contorting under the force of her pressing foot. Also, it felt good....like getting her entire sole massaged at the same instant. She then switched feet and repeated the entire act. More than anything else, it was a test to see if he'd allow her to mash her feet in his face or if he'd balk at it. She was pleased when he gave no resistance, but immediately offered his face for her amusement.




At Shauna's Feet Ch. 1



But, this was getting her hot. And she loved the feeling. Sam had come a long way. From an arrogant ladies' man to letting her use his face as a foot cushion...all in the space of a few hours. Shauna saw that the possibilities were endless. 

In one final playful act, Shauna shoved her foot into his mouth, forcing it in as far as she could get it. Her foot behind his head braced it nicely, and she was able to get her foot into his mouth three quarters of the way to the heel by wiggling it and forcing it forward. This brought her no end of amusement...and excitement. To have a man just sit there and let her do anything she wanted to his face and mouth with her feet....it was delicious! And her crotch got wetter and wetter. She hadn't intended there to be any sex, but if this kept up she'd need some kind of release. That was when she hit on the idea. Sam was her plaything and servant now. Why shouldn't she have him service her? Surely his tongue could prove useful on more than just her feet. Yes, that was the answer.

She yanked her foot out of Sam's mouth and made a bold statement.

"Sam, I've decided to see what other talents your tongue might have. I'm going to give you an honor....it's certainly an honor you haven't earned yet, but I find myself in need of another form of pleasuring and I can't afford to be choosy right now. I'm going to need your tongue to pleasure something other than my feet."

"But....you said I could worship your feet....I thought.....but........" the disappointed Sam stammered, his heart crushed that he wouldn't be allowed to feast on her toes after all.

"Sam, you're new at this, so I'll allow you that mistake. But, I am in charge here. Don't ever forget that again. I was going to test your foot worshipping skills, but I find I'm so thrilled by your eagerness to please me that I need release....and I need it now. Don't worry, Sam...you'll be spending hours and hours servicing my feet....but for now I need servicing elsewhere. So, if you want more chances with my feet, just do as you're told."

With that, Shauna sat up on the sofa. She hoisted her bottom off the cushions just enough to hike her dress up above her hips. She then grabbed her wet panties and slid them down her legs, sliding them off her feet and tossing them on the floor. She laid back down on the sofa with her hips over the edge and her legs spread, putting one foot on the back of the sofa and the other on the coffee table. She was hot and eager when she pointed between her legs and said simply, "Down boy."

Sam looked confused, his brain realizing he'd gotten two different messages.

"But, Shauna, when we entered your apartment you said there'd be no sex."

"Oh, did I? Well, I meant there'd be none for you. But there's no reason I should have to do without. I'm the boss here and I want you to service me with that active tongue of yours." Then her tone changed as she hissed, "If you have a problem with that, then get out right now and don't ever expect to come back." She laid back, knowing full well what would happen next. Sam wouldn't have the guts to refuse her. Not only that, but if he was like all submissive men he wanted very badly to please her, and licking between her legs would be pure joy for him......almost as much joy as it would surely be for her.

When Sam's brain took too much time to process all the information, Shauna again became impatient.

"Sam, get your mouth to work right now, or get the hell out. I don't have time for a foot slave who can't take orders. You were doing very well up to this point, Sam. Don't blow it now. If your face isn't between my legs in the next fifteen seconds you better be heading out the door."

On his knees, Sam shuffled forward on the floor. He bent down and he started to sweat again as his face neared her downy cleft. He inhaled her musky aroma and his head began to swim. He nuzzled his face into her fur and kissed her glistening slit. His tongue came out of his mouth and started licking up her moistness. Soon, he was spreading her wide and obeying her command....giving her the pleasure she craved...



At Shauna's Feet Ch. 2



Slut's teeth lightly chewing along the side of her foot interrupted Shauna yet again. As per his training, slut was chewing along the juncture of her instep and sole. She adored the mild stimulation of his teeth as they gently scraped along her foot. After chewing from toe to heel along one side of her foot, he would then lick that same area, first in short cat-licks, and then in long licks from heel to toes and back. It was the chewing part that roused her from her daydream. She was mildly annoyed at her slave's first oral servicing of her pussy being interrupted, but when she looked down at him, and saw how hard he was working to please her, she forgave him. She watched him for a bit as he chewed his way around her heel, lingering at the heel for a while, to the other side of her foot and eventually to her toes, which he chewed singly and as a whole. As his careful teeth made her toes tingle, she again sat back and once again enjoyed her fond memories of beginning slut's long and careful training...

Shauna grabbed a handful of Sam's hair. This was going to be great, and she had no intention of letting him change his mind. She held his hair firmly but found she didn't need to push his face between her legs because he was only too willing to service her there. She relaxed, but still held on to his hair.

Sam's worship of her was obvious in his kisses on her moist mound. But when his tongue began to lick inside every wet fold, slowly and gently, she knew he was going to be easily trained in this area. His eyes were adoring her slit and the pink petals surrounding it as his tongue barely touched her. He took his time, holding her open with gentle fingers as his tongue tasted every succulent drop of her juices. That first night he must have licked her slowly and thoroughly for well over forty minutes. She let him lick so long because it was relaxing and sensual at the same time. She knew, however, that shortly she would need much more energetic licking from him. Her current needs were urgent indeed, but she also wanted to look to the future...to train him to lick slowly and thoroughly, to orally adore and worship her sex for long periods of time. Then, with proper training, he'd know exactly when to "pick up the pace" and fulfill her needs.

It turns out that she need not fear in this respect, however. After his tongue had slowly serviced and savored her entire flower for a deliciously long time, Sam began to gently suck her tasty folds. The tip of his tongue played between her spread lips, flicking quickly at her pussy but barely touching it. Shauna was amazed at how long he could flick his tongue that way. It made her tingle at first, then made her extremely hot. His flicking tongue danced between her dripping lips, not missing a single spot. He would lick her rapidly but lightly, then press his tongue more firmly into her sweetness and take longer, slower licks, and then suck on an area briefly, and then begin the cycle again..moving to another spot. The change in tempo between her legs kept her off guard somewhat, but also served to keep her from reaching orgasm too quickly. She was able to lay back and enjoy a multitude of erotic sensations in her sex and not have it end too soon. And at least up to this point, Sam's tongue was up to the task. And he seemed perfectly happy to take his time and give her as much pleasure as he could.

"Sam, you surprise me," she said, her breathing becoming shorter and quicker, "you seem to be rather well schooled at this. I may not have to train you much after all...at least not at this. Still, I may want to give you a few lessons. After all, you may be good, but you have to be perfect to please me."

Sam knew better than to answer. He continued to use his tongue only for licking purposes. He would reply only if given permission to...and that wasn't likely to happen anytime soon with the way Shauna was sighing, moaning and squirming. He played the good slave, keeping his head down and his tongue moving.

After eating her for what seemed a wonderful eternity, Sam felt it was now time for his tongue to play inside her sweet, sugary cavern. He spread her wide and slipped his tongue inside as far as he could get it. He licked all around those luscious inner walls and played at the opening with his hardened tongue. Shauna squirmed and sighed. Finally, she had instructions for him.

"Slave," she said, his real name becoming a thing of the past, "I am getting very hot. I want you to do two things for me right now."

Again, he said nothing, waiting for his instructions, tongue never stopping. Shauna changed her position on the sofa, lying mostly on her side now, keeping her one leg on the coffee table, but taking the other off the back of the sofa, bending it at the knee and putting her foot on the seat cushion. She then slid herself forward so that her hips were over the edge of the sofa, pushing Sam's head back about a foot. He had to stop licking her briefly while she adjusted herself. Once situated, Shauna once again spread her legs wide. Throughout her change in position, she still held Sam firmly by the hair, and now that she was in the position that she wanted, she quickly pulled his face back between her legs. She was extremely hot and didn't have time to be gracious or gentle. She wanted his tongue back at work immediately, and had no intention of being nice about it. Once his head was in place, and his tongue had automatically started pleasing her again, she told him what she wanted him to do.

"Now, slave, while you lick my pussy I want you to reach behind me and finger my anus at the same time."

This was something new to Sam, and he was not only taken by surprise with it, but being unfamiliar territory to him, he wasn't sure if there was more to it. He delayed, and it was not appreciated.

"Slave, I gave you an order. Get your finger back where I told you to put it."

Hurrying to comply, Sam reached back between her legs and probed between her cheeks with his finger, searching for her sphincter.

"I can see you're going to need some training in this," Shauna sighed, irritated at the delay and feeling her passion waning just a tiny bit. "Use your pointer, not your middle finger. And rub it in my pussy first, to get it moist. Then play with my anus with your finger the way you did my pussy with your tongue...slow and gentle. Tease awhile, then slowly penetrate it with your finger. Once inside, move your finger in and out as if it were your cock humping my pussy. You think you can handle that? I want an answer."

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sure I can. I'll do my best."

"Yes, slave, I know you will. And, by the way...I hate that 'ma'am' stuff. It makes me feel ancient. From now on, call me 'Goddess'."

"Yes, ma...Goddess."

"Now back to work, slave. The second thing I want you to do is begin sucking my clit...but you're going to have to build me back up again. This delay with fingering me has made my desires subside somewhat. So you'll have to work at getting me hot and wet again."

"Ye..." he began to speak, but caught himself.

With Shauna helping him by tugging firmly on his hair, Sam's mouth once again worked on her slit and its surrounding treasures. As he licked, he got his finger moist in her dripping sex and slowly slid that finger up between her cheeks and began to tease her anal orifice. In no time, his licking between her legs got her 

horny again. She squirmed and gasped as his tongue once again entered inside her and then slowly worked its way up to her clit. He was sucking hungrily by now, but still did not forget her instructions. At the same time his lips surrounded her clit and began to suck gently on it, his finger stopped its external teasing and entered her opening. He sucked her clit harder and harder, his tongue flicking quickly at it. His finger slid deep into her forbidden hole and then came nearly all the way back out, then went back in...and out...and in..

In a matter of minutes, Shauna was squirming about the sofa. She was dripping wet and moaning and shaking, barely able to stay in one spot on the sofa. Obediently, Sam kept licking, sucking and fingering.

When Shauna finally climaxed, she nearly crushed Sam's head between her thighs, and her buttocks clenched around his thrusting hand, bending his finger when she lurched and bucked on the sofa, nearly spraining the endangered digit. She now had his hair in both her hands, and was holding his face as still as she could while she pummeled his lips and tongue with her primed, dripping sex. She pounded his sucking mouth with her wet, swollen lips, the matted pubic hairs irritating his mouth and face. Yet still he licked and sucked. And all the while his mouth serviced her, his finger continued to try to propel itself in and out between her clenching cheeks. 

Shauna's orgasm drenched Sam's face, and his tongue tried to lick up every drop it could find. Her climax lingered, waves of pleasure coursing outward from her pulsating pussy to every other inch of her body. She deliberately pressed her crotch into Sam's face and ground herself into him, and her sphincter clamped on his finger as she squirmed delightedly on it. All of this prolonged her delicious orgasm. It seemed she was swept away on an endless sea of pleasure...infinite satisfaction.

At length, Shauna's heaving subsided. She was exhausted from her own activity and her extended use of Sam's face and finger as her playthings. Sam's head was still between her legs. He didn't dare remove it until she gave him permission. Likewise his finger, while not inside her anymore, was poised nearby should she have further use for it. But Shauna had gotten what she wanted, for now, and had no further need for Sam's face or finger at the moment. She spread her legs to look down at Sam's crushed, sticky, irritated red face, and when he looked up at her with a smile that said he was proud of himself for pleasing her so, she returned his smile. 

Then she brought up one leg, bent it at the knee, shoved her foot in Sam's surprised face, and pushed with enough force to make him sprawl backwards, landing on his back on the floor. When he looked up at her, stunned, she got off the sofa, stretched and walked over to him. Standing with one foot next to his head and neck, she lifted the other and stepped squarely on his face with it. She playfully crushed his face with it and said, "That was very well done, slave. You will have to work on pleasing me anally though. Still, all in all, that was quite enjoyable. I'm going to have you do that some more for me later tonight. But for now, I never did get my feet worshipped, did I? I got so horny I wanted you eating me right away and I didn't have you worship my feet the way I intended. I still have to assess your foot worship talents. So, here's the new plan. I'm going to lie back down on the sofa nice and comfy and you're going to spend the next," she stopped to look at the clock, "hour worshipping my feet...completely. First, I'll see what you can do, and then I'll give you specific instructions on how I will expect you to service my feet from now on. Understood?"

He muffled a reply through the toes of her mouth-crushing foot.

"Good boy. Now get up and come back over to the sofa."

She removed her foot from his face and went back to the sofa, lying down comfortably with her feet dangling over the edge. She wiggled them teasingly as Sam first sat up, and then started to stand up.

"Oh, no, slave...be a good little toe sucker and crawl over here on your hands and knees."

He did...with only the briefest hesitation.

"Mmmm...such a good boy," she cooed. "Now, slave, after that wonderful orgasm, I need to relax. So,you get those hard working hands and mouth busy on my feet. I'll get comfy and watch you to see where you need improvement. And if I should drift off to sleep, you just keep servicing until I wake up. Go on, footboy...

show me what you can do for my feet. Rub first, then worship them with that talented mouth. Leave no spot unlicked," she giggled, pleased with herself.

"Yes, Goddess," he replied, cringing almost instantly as he realized he wasn't supposed to do so. Luckily, still basking in her afterglow, Shauna didn't notice - or let it go unpunished - as she laid back and closed her eyes.

Sam leaned forward into Shauna's dangling feet to truly worship and service them for the first time as her true slave. His hands began kneading her soft foot flesh, his lips and tongue resting...for now...until it would be their 

turn...

Slut was just finishing off her long foot worship session by sucking her toes and placing long, slow licks on the sides and soles of her feet, from heel to toes (Shauna insisted that each lick from heel to toe take no less than 10-15 seconds - even timing him with a stopwatch until the timing was second nature to him - and each toe should be sucked individually for no less than a minute at a time, with constant movement of his lips as he sucked) when she again noticed him faithfully at her feet. He had stimulated her feet with his lips, teeth and tongue for no less than ninety minutes and her feet were feeling very relaxed and refreshed...given new life by his single-minded attention to them.

She now wanted to relax further and mentally relive her somewhat short first foot worship session with him, because she was proud of the job she had done training him and perfecting his skills. While his own techniques had been adequate from the start, she wanted him to service her exactly the way she thought it should be done, so she had made him work hard at perfecting each and every one of his talents for her personal comfort, pleasure and, yes, amusement. After all, watching him working so hard to please her was half the fun. Sometimes the contortions he'd have to make with his mouth and tongue to accomplish all his foot duties couldn't help but bring her endless joy...cruel, wicked joy that by itself could make her wet with lust.

"Slut, I want my feet washed now. Go get everything you need and come right back here."

"Yes, Goddess." He hurried. He knew Shauna's patience was a fragile thing.

He was back in a flash with a basin of warm water, some liquid bath soap, a wash cloth, a nail brush and a towel. He set the basin down at her feet, lifting each foot to place it gently in the warm water. Shauna trusted that he knew by now the proper way to bathe her feet. He did. He'd quickly become an expert at pampering her feet, remembering even the tiniest detail, in which he took great pride.

He knew she enjoyed having her feet massaged as he washed them, so he lifted one foot by the heel and with his other hand he squirted an ample amount of soap on her instep and an even more generous amount on the tops of her toes. He then put the soap bottle down, cupped his hand and dipped it in the warm water,lifting a palmful of it up and over her foot. Bringing his hand close to her instep, he then flipped his hand to let the water slowly trickle onto her soapy instep. Then he brought his hand down to rub the soap/water mixture into her foot just long enough to be soothing to her. Next, he switched hands, taking her heel in his soapy hand and dipping his other hand in the water. This palmful of water he let drip on the tops of her toes, and then he quickly brought both hands up to massage the soap into her toes. He massaged her toes the way she liked, slowly and gently at first, and then more forcefully, working the soap into, around and between her toes. It was a warm, soapy, soothing massage and foot bath all in one...and Shauna loved every second of it. She sighed dreamily and watched him massage and lather and rinse each foot several times. She closed

her eyes at about the beginning of her third bathing and rinsing cycle and went happily back to that first night. Where was she? Ah, yes...

She had just ordered slut to worship her feet for an hour. He was fairly new at worshipping a woman's feet..well, at least the feet of a dominant woman like herself. She wanted to get an idea of his talents and so at first she let him go on his own. He massaged her feet nicely, though at times a bit more roughly than he should have. When he was too rough, she made him kiss the spot several times and beg forgiveness. He was only too happy to comply. His massage was very thorough. He'd obviously done this part at least for other women before. His fingers expertly soothed every inch of both feet. He even did ankle twists and toe twists, flexes, stretches and rotations. All in all, it was a very nice massage. He probably wouldn't need a lot of training there, except for maybe the order in which he did them or building his stamina to do them all for much longer periods of time. Good..she could concentrate his training on what she most enjoyed...oral service.

"That's enough massage, slave. I'm eager to feel your mouth on my feet. First..worship my feet...kiss them as if nothing on Earth means as much to you as my feet. Show me how grateful you are to be my foot slave."

"Yes, Goddess," he said, sighing as he leaned forward to adore her perfect feet.

Again, he obviously enjoyed this very much. He kissed her feet not with lust or haste, but slowly and with reverence, his lips caressing every inch of them. She was impressed. He truly did worship her feet...and that was good. It meant she had still more power over him. Seeing his worship of, and need for, her feet made her realize that by denying him his fetish she could make him weaken and crumble, eventually giving in to her will on just about anything she chose. And she planned on using that time and time again. Yes, this man was going to be very easy to train for her personal pleasure. Recreating him would be her crowning achievement.

"Now, show me what your tongue can do for me. I prefer long, slow licks on all but my toes. For them, I like slow licks at first, but then I want you to build up to quick, forceful licks, especially along the bottoms of my toes and when you spread them to lick between them. I want to really see your head moving with the effort. A lazy tongue is not allowed on my feet."

He performed as directed and again she was impressed. She thought that his tongue might need a little bit more stamina as it started to tire out from its efforts on her toes, but that would come in time. She had faith that she could lengthen his toe licking time considerably with continued training.

"Not bad, slave. Now, let's see how good you suck toes. Get to it."

Here she was extremely impressed. Not only did he suck her toes, but he squeezed each toe with his lips and slid his mouth up and down its length as he sucked, giving her a wonderful individual toe massage effect as he sucked. She smiled with approval as he sucked each toe with enough force to feel good but not to hurt.

"Hmmm...use your teeth very gently as you do that. I think that will feel just divine."

He did as she requested, and the feeling for her was even more delicious.

"Oh, yes, that's wonderful...now, start from the beginning again and do that on every toe."

He went back to the first toe and started over again, sucking, massaging with his lips, and now lightly dragging his teeth along each toe as he went. This part of the foot worship alone took over twenty minutes for each foot. By the time he was done the hour time limit had long since passed. Having completed servicing every possible inch of both feet, he looked up at Shauna to see if she had any further instructions.

She was lying back on the sofa with a contented grin on her face, her eyes closed. Noticing the stoppage of action, she opened her eyes and looked down at him.

"I don't recall telling you to stop, slave."

"I'm sorry, Goddess," he thought quickly, "but I didn't want to bore you by doing the same things over and over again. I thought maybe you'd have further instructions for me, maybe something special you'd like me to do for you."




At Shauna's Feet Ch. 2



"That's a lovely thought, slave, but don't ever stop servicing me until I give you permission to. Is that perfectly clear?"

"Yes, Goddess...I'm sorry." He looked down at the floor. Shauna actually had a twinge of pity for him. He really had rubbed and sucked his heart out for her...and done a very nice job of it, too...though she'd never tell him that. Well, maybe a tiny compliment, but she'd never let on just how much he pleased her; that might make him lazy and complacent.

"I'll allow it this one time, slave. But never again. You never stop servicing me, no matter what form of servicing you are engaged in, until I tell you you can. That's a hard, fast rule from now on. But, you've worked hard and I appreciate your efforts. I do see room for improvement, and you'll have to work harder and longer in the future to please me, but I think you've done adequately for a first training session. I think you're going to make a fine foot slave. And as long as you continue to please me and service me without question, I'll allow you to continue to be my foot slave. How do you feel about that?"

"I'm honored, Goddess...Thank you." His puppy-dog eyes sparkled their sincerity. Shauna's crotch began to steam just seeing that doting look.

"You're welcome, slave. And now, my hardworking toe boy, we come to a critical juncture for us. If you are to remain my foot slave, you have to always prove your loyalty to me. You have to worship me, and more importantly obey me, unconditionally and without question. Refusal to do my bidding will result in your dismissal as my slave. That means no more worshipping my sexy feet. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Goddess," he replied, a fearful lump coming to his throat.

"Good. Now, your foot worship has pleased me, and like before, has gotten me somewhat aroused. I find myself needing further servicing from you. What I want you to do for me now is something I enjoy very much, but you may be reluctant to provide for me. It's easy to worship my feet when you yourself enjoy them, but what of other parts of me that don't appeal to you so much? I wonder if you will as readily cater to them. But here's how it works. You service me in any way I demand, or you are no longer my slave. You adore and worship every part of me, not just my feet, or we as Goddess and slave are history. I want total worship and servitude from you. You can't be selective about what parts of my body you service. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Goddess," he whispered, an almost tangible fear beginning to clutch at his heart.

"Good. Then I'm going to have you service me in a way that pleases me greatly. That alone should be a reward for you...to please me so much. When I ask this of you, you will comply. I don't expect you to be ecstatic about it, but I do expect you to do as I ask. In time, hopefully you'll come to enjoy it as much as I do, but even if you don't I will still require it of you on a regular basis if you remain as my slave. It's something that feels wonderful physically, but I also feel it properly shows your worship and respect for me...and there is no substitute for proper respect. And remember, you do as I say or you leave...and you'll never savor my sweet, warm feet again. Do you think you are ready to prove how badly you want to be my foot slave?"

"Yes, Goddess," he cringed, "I am."

"Very well. Don't disappoint me. And all the while you are doing this for me, just remember that you are giving me great pleasure. I'll probably have another orgasm from it, and that is the most pleasure you could ever give me...and that's the very thing that should always motivate you...my pleasure. Don't ever think of your own pleasure before my own, or consider your own convenience over my desires. If you ever do that, you will no longer please me, and you know what that will mean. Now, are you going to disappoint me?"

"Never, Goddess," he said, shuddering imperceptibly as he spoke.

"All right, then, are you ready to make a sacrifice for my pleasure?"

"Yes, Goddess."

"All right. One last warning...do not refuse me or you will no longer take your place at my feet. I will throw you out the instant you refuse." Her eyes hardened. His looked downward.

"I won't refuse you," he said, feeling as if a huge weight was sitting on his chest.

"Good. You'd better not. Now, I want you to orally service me again, but not my feet or pussy this time."

She got up on her knees on the sofa and turned around, putting her hands on the back cushions. Her back toward Sam, she bent over, pushing her bottom toward him. Her two firm globes hovered a mere six inches from his face. Sam instantly felt fear.

"I very much enjoy a nice warm mouth on my bottom. I want you to orally worship every inch of it. As you did with my feet, you will use your lips and tongue all over my cheeks. Worship and adore them, slave. Savor them as you did my toes. And, then, when you've worshipped every inch of both cheeks, I expect you to spread them apart and worship between them. When you get to this part I will guide you through it...how best to pleasure and worship me. I truly enjoy this, slave, and I will expect your utmost attention to detail and your absolute best efforts at making me happy. You understand what I want from you, slave?"

Stunned, Sam stammered..."Um...but...Goddess...between?"

"Yes, slave...that's true worship and loyalty. Do you think I deserve less?"

"Of course not, Goddess, but...between...that's your..."

"I know exactly what it is, slave!" She was beginning to get angry. "Do you have a problem with it? Am I disgusting to you in some way?"

"No, Goddess, of course not!" he said quickly, his mind caught between the desire to please her at any cost and his lack of desire to cater to this particular request.

"I see, then," she said slowly, a grin coming to her face, "I guess you no longer desire to be my foot slave." She lifted her feet and started rubbing them teasingly on the sides of his face. She put her toes under his nose to allow him to breathe in their scent. She played with his lips with her toes. She rubbed her feet all around his face and watched him sweat as she did so. He grabbed her feet and licked her toes hungrily. He kissed her feet passionately. She allowed him to do this, knowing it would make him hers again. When he started to suck her small toe on one foot, she quickly yanked her feet from him. She heard him groan from deep inside himself...maybe from his very soul.

"I'm sorry, slave. No more feet for you. I can't use a slave who prefers to satisfy his own needs rather than mine. Go on home, Sam...I'll find another foot slave." She started to get up off the sofa.

"No, please...Goddess...I'm sorry. Please let me be your foot slave."

She smiled, petted his head like he was a cat. She got back on her knees on the sofa and turned to push her bottom out at him again. She bent over and this time wiggled her bottom suggestively.

"Well, then, do as I've commanded. Would you rather be Sam out there," she nodded toward the doorway, "or my adoring foot slave in here?"

"Please...I'd rather be your slave."

"Then you know what is required of you." She again wiggled her bottom. "You have your orders...carry them out. Be a good slave and do exactly as you're told."

Sam's heart sunk, knowing that he was now in too deep to ever get out. He was hers, body and soul. He sighed deeply and reached out to her round bottom, grabbing her by the hips. He moved forward the six inches to her behind and put his lips on one smooth cheek. He kissed it, his lips moving from spot to spot, wondering when it would be enough for her...and dreading the moment when she wanted his lips to worship between them. Maybe, he hoped, this would be enough. Please...let it be enough, he silently prayed.

As he kissed, Shauna smiled with sublime satisfaction. She, too, knew she owned him. After this moment, anything she wanted from him would be hers. He would never refuse her, no matter what. Oh, he might resist a little, but it would be token resistance at best. He was hers to do with as she pleased. She closed her eyes and envisioned her bright future with the most accommodating slave she could ever ask for.

And her mind was already working on the many unending tasks she would require of him...

Her memories had occupied her so completely that Shauna missed most of her foot bath. The soapy washcloth draped over the basin told her that slut had already used it on her feet. He never draped it that way until he had performed all duties requiring its use. Though she was slightly disappointed in missing the washcloth bathing, she did recall his hand bathing and rinsing. And her feet now felt even more refreshed than they had earlier. And, watching her slave hard at work, she realized she hadn't missed all the pampering. He was dutifully using the nail brush to clean under her toenails for her, scrubbing the soapy brush along the tips of her toes and then dipping her toes to rinse them. After each scrub and rinse, he observed his handiwork, seeking any spots he might have missed so as not to disappoint Goddess Shauna. Besides, he took great pride in his work, and wouldn't dream of doing a poor job of cleaning her feet...not ever.

When he was satisfied that her nails were clean, he made one last inspection of her feet. He was happy with their appearance, so he gathered up the towel and dried her feet gently and soothingly. Shauna smiled and watched his attention to her feet, amazed at the power her feet held over this man. When he finished drying her feet, he placed them on his thighs while he folded the towel. Finding the driest part of the towel, he folded it so both showing sides were as dry as possible and placed it on the floor. He then lifted Shauna's feet off his thighs and one at a time held them up for her inspection. She twisted her feet from side to side, straining to see the sides and soles, and then spread her toes to look inspect between them. She couldn't find any flaws in his work, so she gave him an a satisfied smile. After her approval of his work on her feet, he laid those beautiful feet gently on the towel, not wanting his hard work to go for naught if he placed them on the floor.

"Goddess, since you approve of my efforts, may I clean up now?" It was his standard question following his bathing of her feet.

"Of course, slut. But bring back the pedicure supplies. My nail polish is in need of a touchup, it seems. Bring the nail polish remover, the clippers, emery board and some fresh polish...mmmmm...metallic red, I think tonight." She laughed at herself after saying this. Sam already knew what he needed to give her her pedicure. He'd given her many. All she really needed to tell him was what color she wanted to wear tonight. Oh, well, she thought, her mind was a little distracted with all her reminiscing. And this way she would have 

fun scolding him if he forgot anything, because she'd given him very specific instructions. But she knew he wouldn't forget anything. He enjoyed pleasing her way too much for that to happen.

Slut removed the bathing supplies, leaving her feet on the towel to await his return. He returned with all the things she asked for, plus a soft cotton cloth. He brought a hassock over from in front of one of the chairs and placed it in front of Shauna. He lifted her feet, holding them in the air with one hand, and transferred the towel to the hassock with his other hand. He then placed her feet back on the towel on the hassock.

Her toenails were softened by the long, warm foot bath, so they were easy to trim. One by one he carefully clipped each nail to a nice rounded curve. Then, using the emery board, he smoothed the end of all ten lovely nails. When this was done, he used the cloth to wipe away any powdery fragments from either her nails or the emery board. Next, he applied the nail polish remover to each toe, removing as much polish as he could, scrubbing even down around the edges of the nail beds, to make a truly clean palate for his artistic application of the new coat of polish. Shauna watched his diligence with interest.

When the nails were trimmed, smoothed and thoroughly clean of any previous polish, he opened the new bottle of lacquer and placed the opened bottle on the floor beside himself. He situated the hassock so that her feet hung over the edge, and placed the fingers of his left hand between the toes of her right foot, spreading them. With his right hand he then began to paint. She watched with a smile as he carefully painted each toenail. He was concentrating so hard on it that his tongue sneaked out just a tiny bit between his lips and he chewed it lightly as he painted, being careful not to get polish anywhere but on the nails. Shauna enjoyed watching him work hard to try to satisfy her, but she had left her memories of training slut at a most delicious juncture...and she wanted to relive that pleasure. She again nestled into the soft cushions and drifted to the past... 

Shauna sighed as Sam's lips adored every inch of first one, then the other cheek. He didn't seem to mind this at all and his lips felt soft and warm on her bottom. She enjoyed both the worship aspect of it, and the symbolism of a man kissing her arrogant ass.

"Mmmm...slave, you have such wonderful lips. They feel just delicious on my bottom. I think I'm going to have you do this often. It's such a relaxing feeling. But press your lips into me a little harder, and rub them along my skin as you move from place to place to kiss me."

"Yes, Goddess." She loved that...his immediate and unquestioning cooperation. She didn't even mind he'd spoken without permission.

It ended up that Sam took a good thirty minutes to kiss both cheeks. He tried to cover the same ground over and over again to delay the inevitable. But Shauna needed her power over him. She needed his worship all the way. She needed to have him prove himself to her, and not just do things he himself enjoyed doing. If he was to be her true slave, he had to do things for her quickly, willingly and without hesitation, even if some of those things were unpleasant to him. Besides, part of the excitement for Shauna was to break down his inhibitions - what few he had - and rebuild him into the kind of slave that will eventually be EAGER to service her every need. Her goal was to train Sam to the point where his personal tastes didn't matter to him anymore...only pleasing Shauna would be important. To be a true slave, he had to think ONLY of Shauna's needs, and NEVER his own.

And now the time came to push Sam over that hump...to force him to take that final step that would seal his fate...to make him once and for all her personal plaything...her servant...her chattel.

"Very nice, slave...now we come to the moment of truth. What you do for me now will give me great pleasure, and isn't that why you're here?"

"Yes, Goddess," he replied, a considerable lump in his throat.

"Good, now you learn true worship of my ass. This will not only give me a lot of pleasure and satisfaction, but it will also prove your loyalty to me. And, remember, whether or not you enjoy this doesn't matter. All that should matter to you - all that should EVER matter to you - is whether or not I enjoy it. Are you ready to prove yourself?"

"Yes, Goddess...I..." 

"Yes, slave? You have something you wish to say?"

"No, Goddess...I'm ready." He swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

"Good. Now, spread me wide." Taking a deep breath, sighing it back out, and trembling from head to toe, Sam grabbed her cheeks, each thumb just inside its respective side of her cleavage...and complied.

"Now, first, just worship me. Nuzzle your face between my cheeks. Kiss all up and down between them...very gently. I want to feel your worship, your complete adoration of me. I want to feel your warm breath caressing my bottom. Show me how grateful you are to be my slave. Begin now, and take your time."

Sam closed his eyes and pushed his lips into that forbidden canyon. He slowly nuzzled her, letting his nose, cheeks and lips lightly move along between her cheeks. Shauna delighted in the warmth of his breath as his head moved up and down in her valley. A tingle of power coursed through her body as she felt his lips kissing all along that crevice, up one inner side, down the other, and then pressing themselves as firmly between them as he could. She couldn't help but sigh. All the emotions of the moment...power, pleasure, desire...and just the pure physical enjoyment of it, mingled within her and made her want more.

"Oh, yes, slave..that's lovely. You seem to be a natural at this, too. Now I need to feel your tongue. Lick me,slave. Lick your Goddess slowly and sensually. Give me warm, moist waves of pleasure to float on."

Without a word, Sam braced himself. He remembered her delicious feet and how badly he wanted them. If this was the price he had to pay to worship Shauna's feet, then so be it. He was sure he could tough it out.

But, wasn't there that tiny part of him that enjoyed this? Wasn't there a side of him that needed to be submissive to Shauna? On the one hand he received no pleasure from the act itself, yet on the other he was intensely aroused by the submissiveness of it. It went to the core of who he was. And both he and Shauna knew it.

Out came Sam's tongue. Slowly he ran it along the same path his lips had just followed. First he took short, quick licks, then long, slower ones, working between those haughty cheeks. Shauna really was enjoying it. She was sighing and moaning. Now whether it was the physical sensation of a warm, wet tongue slipping up and down her crevice, or the turn-on of her power over Sam, or both...neither of them knew. But, Shauna was indeed enjoying herself immensely. As for Sam, the only pleasure he was getting from this was knowing that he was pleasing Shauna. That was more than enough for any submissive.

"Oh, yes, slave...lick harder."

Sam licked harder. He pressed his tongue forcefully along that warm, moist ravine. Shauna's hips moved slightly as he licked. His hands got momentarily tired, and he had to back his tongue out of her bottom, reposition his hands, and spread her again to continue. She didn't seem to notice or mind, for which Sam was grateful.

"Slave, spread me as far as you can. Concentrate your tongue on my delicious rosebud."

Sam had never heard it called a rosebud, but he knew what she meant. He was beyond the point of even considering refusal, so he gulped, sighed and did as she requested.

He put one thumb on either side of her rosebud and spread her cheeks as far as he could. He then entered between them tongue-first. He took several slow, "get acquainted" licks at it first. When he found it wasn't as terrible as he feared, he knew it was time to try to make it feel good for Shauna. His tongue flicked lightly at her sphincter, almost teasing. She squirmed just a bit, and sighed, fighting off a triumphant giggle.

"Suck at it, slave...and lick harder. Press your tongue into it."

He knew better than to reply, so he carried out her directions. He pressed his tongue onto her rosebud and worked it all around the outside of it, pressing more firmly. She squirmed still more. And Sam noticed something else. One of Shauna's hands had found its way down between her legs. She was stroking and entering herself while Sam licked her from behind. Her hips had started rocking and Sam had to match her motion in order to continue to lick her.

"Oh, yes...such a good slave. You're doing just fine. Lick harder. See if you can't penetrate me. Do it now, slave. I really need you to do it now."

Sam grimaced just a bit at the "penetrate" part, but he'd gone this far. His pride was completely gone, so what difference did it make? He spread her sphincter slightly with his thumbs. He licked all around the rim, getting it as wet as he could. Slowly, her opening relaxed, and little by little, he was able to slip the tip of his tongue inside. Her hips were gyrating faster now, and her sighing and moaning picked up tempo as well...as did her probing fingers in her slick nest.




At Shauna's Feet Ch. 2



"Yes, slave...yes...get your tongue in just a little further, and then start working it around along the inside rim. That feels so good. Oh, yes...if you keep this up, I'm just going to have to give you a nice reward. Don't disappoint me, now." She was gasping and puffing out the words now, but every one pierced Sam's mind like an arrow, especially the ones hinting at a "reward."

It was all Sam could do to keep up with her movements now. But he managed to press into her hard enough to get his tongue where she wanted it. Her opening was so slick and wet that he was finally able to penetrate her more than half an inch...and it was enough. He started circling his tongue around the inner wall of her loosening rim...and immediately had to again adjust for her bucking.

He couldn't see anything but Shauna's moving bottom, but he knew her fingers must be working furiously between her legs...and he envied them. From this point, it wasn't long before Shauna's satisfaction was imminent. If he could've seen her face, he'd have seen her open, sighing mouth and closed eyes...her face sweating and her gaping mouth allowing gasps of air to escape her heaving lungs.

As he continued to lick, sweat trickled down Shauna's crevice and dripped onto his nose. He fought hard to keep his tongue active in her rosebud. Shauna was bucking hard now, and Sam knew that soon his rite of passage would be over...for now. But, he also knew that she had enjoyed this so much that it was a certainty that he'd be doing this for her many more times as her slave. And at this point, it no longer mattered to him. He now thought of himself as her slave...and of her pleasure as his sole responsibility. And, all this because he adored her beautiful feet.

Suddenly, with a gasp and cry, Shauna's bottom pounded Sam's head, knocking his tongue from it's place in her rosebud. But, she no longer needed it anyway. Her fingers were working fast and furious in her dripping pussy, and she had begun to orgasm. Her cheeks clenched as her behind gyrated in small, tight circles. As she humped her fingers joyously, Sam watched her cheek muscles ripple with the exploding climax. From her hips down she was constant motion, all her muscles rippling with the release. Sam looked at the lovely feet that had sealed his doom, and saw the toes curling and flexing with each spasm of Shauna's erupting sex. He couldn't help but smile as he watched those toes. Hell, from this point forward he would have to get his pleasures where he could.

Shauna's climax finally subsided and she slumped onto her side on the sofa, her back still to Sam. She could barely breathe, but the smile seemed as if it would be etched on her face forever. She was lying with her bottom still over the edge of the sofa aimed at Sam. She looked down at Sam, his face red and covered in sweat. She smiled at him. His future as her slave was now assured. When her breathing approached normalcy again, she gasped out quiet praise to her slave. She didn't want to make a habit of praising him, but considering his initial reluctance and his excellent performance in spite of it, she was willing to give him reason to be proud of what he'd done for her. Besides, she thought, if she praised him when he did exceptionally well, wouldn't he try hard to do so again?

"You did very well, slave. I WILL reward you later. I'm going to let you be my footstool while I sip a cup of tea and read to relax. But, for now, I just want to lie here and let my heart stop racing. Come here." She slapped her behind lightly, and Sam moved to be near it.

"While I recover, you just sit there and lovingly kiss my bottom. Kiss it all over...gently and slowly. Just to show me how grateful you are to be my adoring foot slave." With that, Shauna rolled onto her side and relaxed and smiled as Sam kissed her bottom... 

Back in real time, Shauna chuckled lightly as she remembered slut kissing her bottom for over an hour that first night because she'd drifted off to sleep on the sofa. He didn't know she had fallen asleep and he didn't want to disappoint her, so he just kept kissing. She woke to slut still kissing her bottom and had laughed heartily about it. She never told him she fell asleep, and to this day he still didn't know. It was a never-ending source of amusement for her, and her laughter when she thought about it from time to time continually mystified Sam.

Still chuckling, Shauna looked back down at slut. He had finished painting her toes and was eyeing his work with great pride. He held up both her feet for her to approve of his endeavors. She flexed and stretched her toes, admiring her new paint job. Her toes were trimmed, shaped and painted better than she could ever have wanted. And, soon, she would use those toes to further subjugate her loyal foot/shoe/stocking slut...and whatever else she wanted or needed him to be.

Ah, yes...stocking slut. Her daydreaming had made her horny. She was ready for her crotch to be devoured by her slut once again, but she also wanted to give him a reward for doing such a lovely job on her toes. She told him to clean up, saying he'd done wonderfully on her feet and she was going to give him a stocking reward. His eyes lit up and he hurried to clean up.

When he came back, he found Shauna sitting on the floor. There was a pillow on the floor beside her...and he knew what was coming. She patted her hand on the pillow and smiled at her excited little slut. Without a word, he laid on the floor on his back, with his head on the pillow. He assumed that, as usual with this setup, Shauna wanted to sit on his face for awhile. She considered allowing him to orally please her as a reward for him...as did he, so he assumed that was to be his reward for doing such fine work on her feet today. He loved pleasing her, but he WAS a little disappointed. After all, she'd promised him a stocking reward...and he so loved her stockings. She had trained him to love them, as much as he now loved her shoes...and any article of clothing that had the honor of touching her body.

Happily, it turned out getting herself eaten wasn't Shauna's only plan...merely part of a much larger plan.

Lying on the floor, waiting to please his Goddess, slut saw her reach over and grab her discarded knee-highs. His heart soared! Shauna stood up and removed the long, billowy skirt she was wearing, tossing it aside. She then stood over slut, straddling his head, and slowly slid her panties down her long legs. She teasingly let them drop onto his face. She pressed them into his face with one foot and told him to smell them. He did...and he swooned with the scent. Then she laughed and kicked them aside. Slut stared up at Shauna's silky patch, which she flaunted over his drooling face.

Shauna suddenly sat on slut's stomach, causing the air to rush out of him. Sitting on his belly, facing him, she put the toes of her left foot into one of her knee-highs, which was still slightly moist and warm. Then, she pressed her toes into slut's face and kept them there while she slid the knee-high up her foot and calf. When she was done she asked slut, "You ARE my little stocking slut, aren't you?"

"Oh, yes, Goddess...I am definitely your stocking slut."

"Good. You like the smell?"

"Yes, Goddess...very much."

"And the silky feel of the nylon? You adore that, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, Goddess...I worship your stockings."

"Good," she said, rubbing her stockinged foot all around his face, "here's what your reward will be. For doing such a beautiful job on my feet today, I'm going to let you suck and lick my stockinged foot. Meanwhile, I'm going to use my other stocking on your penis. I'm going to encase your penis inside my stocking and stroke your cock with it. Do you think you'll like that?"

"Oh, yes, Goddess...yes...please do that." He could barely stammer the words out.

She already knew what his answer would be, but loved hearing him plead anyway.

"You understand, slut, that I want to tease you a long time. You are not allowed to come until I give you permission. No matter how excited you get, I want to play until I get tired of it, so you are not to have an orgasm unless I allow it. If you do, you will not get to worship my feet for days. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Goddess," he groaned. He knew this was going to be very, very difficult...and he would have to endure much before he was allowed his release.

"Good, then let's begin, shall we?"

Shauna laid alongside slut and pulled down his silk slave shorts, exposing his already throbbing member. She then rolled up her second knee-high and placed the tip of his throbbing head into the toe of it. She unrolled the silky hose down along the shaft of his cock...and he moaned. She then started stroking him slowly with her stocking. He moaned again.

His opened, moaning mouth, she then filled with her nylon-encased foot. He reached up and grabbed that foot hungrily, licking and sucking it. She wiggled her silken toes in his mouth as she stroked him with still more silk.

He was moaning and sucking and gasping. He was ready for orgasm in minutes. But, Shauna had other plans. She wanted to torture him for a long, long time...and since he was already dying for release, she knew that this was just going to be deliciously cruel. He squirmed and pleaded for permission to come, but she refused. He was completely at her mercy and she wanted this to go on for a while.

She kept up the pressure, rubbing her foot in his face, letting him lick and suck the nylon. She stroked him with the other stocking, making sure to tease both penis and testicles. He was in ecstasy and agony at the same time. And Shauna couldn't be more pleased. His tortured moans excited her. She got wetter with each pleading groan slut emitted. This absolute power over him was the greatest turn-on she had ever experienced. She got so hot her sex started to itch and burn. But she knew he would soon lick away the fire, so she continued to torture her poor slut. She stroked and teased him mercilessly. She wondered how long it would be before he begged for mercy...



At Shauna's Feet Ch. 3



Slut's moans of mixed agony and pleasure were music to Shauna's ears. Rubbing her stockinged foot in his face, shoving it in his mouth, she knew he was in ecstasy. LIkewise the act of stroking his pulsating erection with her other stocking was giving him pleasure at both ends. But, what gave her pleasure, was not only having her stockinged foot worshipped by slut, but the control she exerted over him. Everything she was doing to him was driving him relentlessly toward orgasm, but he was denying himself that pleasure, that sublime release, simply because she forbade it. It was only a matter of time before the begging began.

"Please, Goddess.......may I come now?" And there it was, almost on cue.

"No, slut......keep sucking my foot. I'm having fun with your cock in my stocking. I'll let you know when you can come."

Shauna laid on her side next to slut, so she could now use both feet, one stockinged and one bare, on his face. She rubbed them mercilessly all over his reddening face, while she was equally merciless on his penis. Now she added verbal fuel to the fire.

"How are my feet, slut? You enjoying them? They smell sweet enough for you?"

"Oh, Goddess, your feet are so divine.....please let me stay your stocking slut forever?"

"Oh, that you are and that you'll always be...as long as you continue to please and obey me."

"Thank you so much, Goddess.....may I please come now?"

"No, slut. I'm having way too much fun here. I told you, I'll let you know when you can come."

"PLEASE, Goddess! I'll do anything for you....please let me come."

Slut's pleading made the itching and burning at Shauna's crotch more intense, and she could hold back no longer. She needed his tongue immediately.

"Slut, I'm going to sit on your face now. I want you to lick me better than you've ever licked me before. If you give me the best orgasm I've ever had, I'll let you come. But don't you dare come before I do. I don't want you to lose interest in giving me my best orgasm ever. Do you understand me, slut? Don't you dare come until after I do. When I come, I'll give you permission to do the same. Wait for me to give you permission. Understood, slut?"

"Yes, Goddess. I promise I'll lick you really well. Please sit on my face, Goddess. PLEASE!!"

With no further words, Shauna swung her leg over slut and sat on his head, facing his legs. His mouth began immediately to lick and suck between her thighs. She continued to stroke his penis throughout. She took the stocking off his penis and put her hand inside it in its place. She then used her nylon-covered hand to stroke and squeeze his testicles. With her other hand she stroked his shaft. To add the final torturous touch, she licked all around his throbbing head. He moaned, and tiny droplets of pre-come glistened on the tip. She delighted in the agony he must be going through wanting to come so badly and yet waiting for her okay to do so. With him in her total power, she could enjoy playing with his member for as long as she wanted to without fear of his orgasm ruining things. His cock was her toy. She loved playing with it....and she further enjoyed being orally serviced while she did.

Slut's moans now filtered through her dripping sex, which she had pressed firmly and roughly into his face. He was trying to lick her furiously, hitting all her favorite spots, hoping she'd come quickly and then so could he. But, this too, she took control of. She mashed her pussy into his face so hard that he couldn't lick it well at all. In her excitement she had given up on the finer techniques of oral pleasure and simply used slut's face as a sex toy, trying to quell the burning between her swollen lips. 

To his credit, slut tried valiantly to lick her, but her grinding on his face mostly hindered that. Shauna slid herself back so that slut's nose slipped easily into her slickened slit. She rode his nose as if it were a tiny penis, bouncing on it with gusto and grinding herself into it. Slut could hardly breathe, but his only concern now was Shauna's orgasm. With his nose embedded in her pussy, he tried valiantly to flick his tongue at her burning clit, but her uncontrolled humping of his face, and his own need to breathe, made this very, very difficult.

His mouth blindly searched for a way to bring Shauna to climax...and as luck would have it, he found it. Shauna's humping of his nose finally brought her clit within striking distance of his mouth. His tongue found it purely by luck. Once he realized he'd captured the prize, he flicked his tongue rapidly at it, and Shauna's grinding on his face intensified. She ground herself into his face as if doing so was the only way she could scratch a deep, nagging itch. Slut took quick breaths of air whenever he could, but never stopped his lips and tongue on her clit, praying she'd come soon.

Shauna was now sucking on her personal cock-toy, driving slut crazy. She knew that the more he craved orgasm, the harder he'd work to give her one. She stroked and sucked and licked his penis, her stockinged hand squeezing and lightly caressing his testicles. He was squirming in exquisite agony as she drove him to the brink. First her tongue, and then her stockinged fingers, teased the very tip of his throbbing helmet, her other hand squeezing testicles and shaft without mercy. She wanted him more eager to please her than to do any other thing in life.

Slut cleverly remembered Shauna's love of all things anal, and his hands desperately sought her forbidden orifice. As she wriggled on his face, sliding back now to press her sensitive clit into his mouth, she started a rhythmic up and down movement of her hips, which got more and more rapid as things progressed.

Slut's fingers managed to spread Shauna's regal cheeks, and the first finger of each hand dove blindly between them. They found her pouting sphincter and played with it. Shauna's grinding humping of slut's face intensified yet again.....and now she was moaning. When slut's first finger entered her, she all but lost interest in her oral manipulation of his penis. But she still stroked it and tortured his testicles.

Her head was flung back and her mouth opened wide in a long, continuous moan. Her crotch was attacking slut's face furiously, but he continued to suck at her clit as best he could. She sat on his face with her full weight now, the pounding of her sex nearly shoving her clit down his throat.

When slut's second finger found its way into her orifice, Shauna no longer ground into his face, but began to bounce on it. It was all slut could do to continue to suck at her bulb and finger her anus. His face being so mashed by Shauna's crotch, he couldn't actually see where his fingers were, but he knew enough to keep them where they needed to be. What he was doing was working just fine, and he would've rode naked into Hell to give Shauna an orgasm right now. 

He entered her deeply with both probing fingers, and the result was instantaneous. She was now pounding his face like a living jackhammer, moving her groin in every possible direction, forward and back, up and down, grinding in powerful circular motions. She was doing no less than assaulting his face with her dripping sex. And whenever he could catch it, slut still licked and sucked at her clit, even letting his teeth bite at it if he got the opportunity. All through this, his fingers never stopped their internal exploration of her "rosebud". 

Shauna squeezed slut's cock hard when she came. Luckily, the hand clutching his testicles had joined her other hand on his tortured shaft or some damage might have been done. She rode his face with her head flung back, her neck stretched to its limits, still gripping his manhood in both hands. She pounded his face beneath her as she came. During her orgasm, slut breathed very little, but rejoiced in the fact that Shauna was finally climaxing, and that he might soon be allowed to do the same.

Shauna bucked and screamed, creaming all around slut's nose and mouth, and his still desperately moving tongue. Her back arched and she rode on waves of pure sexual ecstasy. Her hands released their choking hold on his erection and found her breasts, and she found herself squeezing and pinching her own nipples as she came. One movement of her hips was so fast and unexpected that it nearly broke slut's still burrowing fingers before they could escape from within her sphincter. 

Shauna rode those waves of pleasure until she was completely satisfied and totally exhausted. Her drenched pussy slowly stopped its mauling of slut's face as her orgasm ebbed. She slumped down on top of him, still fondling her own breasts, but more gently and with less urgency, and still with her crotch and bottom on his face. She lay there several minutes until her breathing returned to normal. Then she sat up and sighed, feeling sated and happy. She sighed and smiled ecstatically up at the sky, stretching her arms upward and shouting out her bliss to any and all who would listen.

Eventually, she remembered slut, and looked down at him. She smiled, because she had slid forward on his face just enough that his nose and eyes peeked up at her from between her sweat-dripping cheeks. Her juices were dribbling from her crotch down onto his chin - which she couldn't see, but felt quite distinctly - and what she could see of his face was shiny and wet with the fruits of her orgasm. Even his hair was matted to his head. She adored the entire picture. 

Seeing slut's eyes between her buttocks gave her one last cruel idea.

"Would you like your orgasm now, my little stocking slut?" She lifted herself off his face barely an inch, to allow him to reply.

"Yes, please, Goddess," he pleaded again, his face a mask of total agony.

"Then there's one last thing you have to do for me."

He groaned. She laughed.

"This will be it, slut. After you do this, you can have your pleasure."

"Then, please let me do it for you now, Goddess."

"Mmmm....I like it when you're eager to please me. That's why I deny you your pleasure, slut...to keep you just that eager to please me. Now, here's what I want you to do. I'm going to lay on top of you and continue to play with your cock. I want you to kiss and lick between my cheeks like you've been trained to do. I want to really feel you working hard at it. When I decide you've worshipped my bottom long enough, I'll give you permission to come. How's that, slut? You want your orgasm or not?"

"Oh, yes, please, Goddess. I'll do anything....please..."

Smiling, Shauna laid down on him, with her behind at just the right position for its servicing. Her intention was to get slut to associate his upcoming orgasm with his oral servicing of her bottom. She wanted him to equate his excitement and climax with licking her bottom. She was training him like Pavlov's dog so that he would be eager to orally service even her behind. She didn't want him merely cooperative, she wanted him to always be eager to please her in any and every way. So she decided that the one thing he hesitated to do for her would be the one thing that would allow his orgasm.

"You may begin, slut. Remember....work hard....show me your true worship of me, and your total desire to please me."

"Yes, Goddess," he said hurriedly, anxious to please her enough to collect his reward.

Shauna's theory worked better than she dreamed. Not only did slut not hesitate a single second, but he pushed his lips and tongue into her crevice eagerly, energetically, and with single-minded desire to impress and please her. 

Shauna stroked him again, teased his swollen testicles, licked his frustrated head. Again the tiny drops of pre-cum glistened and escaped from within his tiny slit. 

"Lick harder, slut," she ordered, her face flush with the excitement of her success. He licked harder.

"Suck it, slut!" He sucked. 

"Lick faster if you want your orgasm," she added cruelly. His head bobbed furiously with his effort. She was pleased....very pleased.

"Now, slut, spread me wide and kiss my opening...and tell it how much you worship it."

Without hesitation, he did as she instructed. He was practically shouting at her bottom when he told it he worshipped it. Then he planted a long, hot kiss right on her rosette. Shauna was beside herself.

"Very good, slut. You may come now," she almost laughed maniacally with the power she felt at that moment. To make a man come on command...such control...such total power over that which he holds most dear. She was giddy as she leaned back to wait for the inevitable.

No sooner had the words left Shauna's mouth than slut's penis jerked in her hands. Stream after stream of pent-up desire exploded from his tortured cock. Shauna could almost see the testicles expand and contract, delivering their load to his firing cannon. His orgasm lasted longer than any she could remember.

He groaned and moaned and came near to screaming, his hands leaving Shauna's bottom to cover his eyes as he spasmed on his back on the floor. He was still weakly spurting and dribbling several minutes later, much to Shauna's - and his - surprise. The release was tremendous.....and he thought he'd pass out from it.

When he was finished, and lay there spent, Shauna sat next to him and rubbed his stomach and belly, then his limp member, just to tease. She smiled down at her stocking slut, and then began to reminisce about the origin of that name.....how he became her stocking slut. She laughed to herself as she recalled how making him her stocking slut took a bit of work. She had had to bring it out of him. Oh, he had admitted

to his love of nylons early on, but she had taken that desire and made it suit her need to control him....made it suit all her needs. She played with his still trembling body for several minutes, allowing him to return to normal. 

When she felt he'd recovered enough, she ordered slut to get off the floor and lay by the sofa. She told him he could use the pillow if he wanted to. He got up, shakily, and complied. He walked slowly to the sofa, naked and tired. He laid the pillow on the floor at one end of the sofa and laid down with his head on it, facing the ceiling. Shauna walked over to the sofa after him. She sat on the sofa with a thud, tired herself. She put her feet on slut's chest at first, until she had situated herself. She leaned down and smiled at him.

"You always have been the most comfy footstool, my little stocking slut. I'm going to sit here and relax for a while. You just lay there and keep me comfortable." As an afterthought, she added, "I trust you enjoyed the gift I gave you.....your orgasm?"

"Yes, Goddess, very much," and then wisely he added, "Thank you."

With that, Shauna leaned back into the comfy cushions once again. She wanted to be

completely comfortable when she reminisced about turning a mere foot slave into a total stocking slut. She sunk into the cushions and relaxed. Then, with a cruel smile on her face, she repositioned her feet. She moved them up slut's chest, over his neck and from there to his face. She left them there. While his chest was a more comfortable place to rest her feet, using his face as a footstool made much more of a statement.

And that was what she was all about. In her mind, her feet deserved their comfort, but she as a true Goddess deserved nothing but the best. And what better way to put slut perpetually beneath her - symbolically as well

as physically - than by having his upturned face beneath the soles of her feet? What an unmistakable statement she was making to him!

She rubbed her feet around on his face until she'd found the most comfortable positions for them. Then she said to him, "While I relax, slut, I want you to rub the tops of my feet with your hands. Be nice and gentle. While your face keeps my soles comfortable, I want your hands to pamper my insteps. I'll let you know when you can stop."

"Yes, Goddess," came his slightly muffled response from below, his warm breath tickling the soles of her feet.

When slut started rubbing, she closed her eyes. The warmth beneath her feet, and the gentle strokes on top of them made her smile. Yes, perfect conditions for her memories of training her stocking slut...

With the soles of her feet on either side of slut's face, and his hands busy rubbing her insteps and the tops of her toes, Shauna drifted back many months. She had made him her foot slave immediately on that first night that they'd met, but molding him into her stocking slut.....well, she considered that her finest hour. It went beyond simple foot fetish and worship. His love for the female foot made it easy to break him and recreate him into her foot slave. But his love had always been for a woman's feet when they were clean and fresh, pristine and beautiful. Shauna felt that was selfish of him, and thought he should adore her feet no matter what condition they might be in. That was the first hurdle they'd have to overcome....as far as his worship of her feet, of course.

Secondly, Shauna expected his worship of her feet to extend beyond the times that they were together. It was all well and good he immediately took his position at her feet whenever he was in her presence, and that's as it should be. However, she wanted him to be her slave every waking moment of his day...not just when he was physically at her feet. She wanted him to desire to be at her feet when he wasn't with her, and she wanted some way to constantly remind him of her hold over him whether he was in her presence or not.

Sam, as he was called in his previous life, had always liked when women wore sexy stockings. Sheer stockings in erotic, open-toed footwear turned him on. But his fantasies had been for those sexy stockings and shoes to be removed by him and then the lovely, sweet feet adored. Again, Shauna expected more than that from him....much more.

Shauna always loved wearing sexy hose and heels, and wanted her personal foot slave to worship her shoes and hosiery as much as he did her feet. She loved wearing them, so he should love worshipping them. They touched her regal feet, and so they too deserved his unconditional adoration.

Getting her slave to worship her shoes was relatively easy, happening even on that first night, though only to a small extent. Shauna felt he needed to worship her shoes much more. Likewise her stockings. 

Since she wasn't wearing stockings that first night, his training in this area had to wait. Besides, she had so many other things for him to do for her that first night that she was content to save her stocking training for later. But one night, five days after her first meeting with Sam, the stocking training began.....


Sam had taken Shauna out to dinner that night, massaging her feet throughout the meal. She smiled to herself when she remembered making Sam kiss her shoes before he took them off of her, then also kiss her stockinged toes - all ten of them - right there at the restaurant table. After dinner, he had to again kiss her toes and shoes before putting her shoes back on her feet and leaving the restaurant. 

After the dinner, Sam had to go shoe shopping with her, helping her try on all types of sexy shoes. She made him kneel before her and take off her old shoes, put the new shoes on her feet, and then tell her how sexy her feet looked in each pair. Along the way, Sam had gotten several erections, making his kneeling and then

getting up for the next pair of shoes and then kneeling again quite difficult for him...and amusing for Shauna. That night, Sam had bought three pairs of shoes for her, shoes Shauna planned to have him worshipping in due time.

Next, Shauna insisted on going to an out of the way nightclub where they could dance the night away...as part of her plan, of course. As with the first night they'd met, Shauna found the least crowded section of the club to continue her molding of her stocking slut. She had Sam dance with her on and off for a good portion of the night, both slow dance and fast. She loved dancing and Sam was pretty good at it......and, it fit well into her plan. After about fifteen minutes of nonstop dancing, she told Sam she wanted to sit and relax again.




At Shauna's Feet Ch. 3



Returning again to their dimly lit little corner of the club, Shauna had her foot slave remove her shoes, having him kiss them first, of course. He was instructed to keep her shoes on his lap and soothe her hot, achy feet. He started to rub her feet, assuming that was what she wanted.

"First, slave," she said, not trying at all to whisper, "my feet are hot. I want you to cool them off before you rub them. Hold them up to your mouth and blow on them. Pucker your lips and blow hard to cool them off nicely for me." She sat back and got comfortable, the idea that her slave might refuse never even crossing her mind.

Sam looked around quickly to see if anyone was looking. Shauna caught him.

"Why are you looking around, slave? I gave you an order. Carry it out."

Sam hesitated only a second, again looking around to see if anyone had noticed them.

"Oh, I understand," Shauna smiled, "you're afraid someone will see you blowing on my feet. Well, slave, what if someone does look? Are you going to disobey me just to preserve your pride? If that ever happens, you will instantly no longer be my slave. My comfort and desires are always to be more important than your macho pride. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Goddess." With his head down, but his eyes still quickly darting around to see if he was being observed, Sam puckered and blew on Shauna's feet.

"If anyone happens to see you cooling my feet, you should be proud of what you're doing. You should consider it an honor to worship my feet, or soothe them, in any way at all....no matter who, or how many people, see you doing it. You are proud to be my foot slave, aren't you? You may stop blowing to answer."

"Yes, Goddess...I'm always proud to service your feet." After saying that, he immediately resumed blowing on her feet, holding them both by the heels and blowing all around her soles and toes.

Stretching and wiggling her toes while her slave blew on them, Shauna smiled contentedly and said, "Good. So no matter who looks over here you won't stop blowing on my feet until I tell you to. That's what I expect from a good foot slave. Don't disappoint me."

After having him blow on her feet for a good twenty minutes, Shauna told him to stop. During that twenty minutes, however, a young couple and two waitresses had noticed Sam blowing on Shauna's feet. The couple just laughed and one waitress curled up her nose in disgust. But the other waitress came over to Shauna to offer her another drink and said, "Wow....can you train my boyfriend to do that for me?" and she and Shauna chuckled over it. "Sorry...you'll have to train him yourself...but I'll give you pointers if you like." The waitress watched Sam's cooling of Shauna's feet for a few more seconds and shook her head and smiled, adding to Shauna, "Way to go....keep him trained that way." Shauna replied, "Oh, I intend to." Sam blushed, but kept puffing away.

By the time the waitress returned with a drink for Shauna, she already had Sam busy nuzzling and kissing her moderately sweaty feet. All the dancing had made her feet and stockings moist, and they were still quite wet even after Sam's twenty minutes of cooling off duty.

The sweat intensified the odor of the nylon, and Shauna wanted Sam to experience the scent. She wanted him to worship her feet, sweaty or not, and her stockings with them. She pushed her toes into Sam's face, under his nose. She told him to take deep breaths. He looked into her eyes and saw there was no changing her mind. He inhaled the scent of her warm, moist stockinged foot. It was not foul, but it was certainly more scented than usual. Shauna smiled as she watched his eyes widen with that discovery.

She made Sam sniff every inch of her feet, deeply, filling his nostrils and lungs with their warm odor. She had him sniff the base of her toes as hard as he could. While he was doing this to one foot, she took her other foot from his grasp and slipped it onto his lap, pushing aside the shoes that were still there. With her toes she could feel his rigid penis pointed upward in his pants, following the path of his zipper so that it bulged outward. Sam was still unsure how he felt about smelling Shauna's sweaty feet, but he continued to do as he was told.

While Sam sniffed, Shauna stroked the bulge in his pants. Sam was unaware of what she was doing, because he was concentrating on his sniffing duties. He only knew that he felt good. And that was exactly what Shauna wanted him to feel. With her foot in his lap, she stroked him to orgasm. While sniffing her nylon covered, warm, moist toes, he came right there in the club, a small wet stain forming on his pants. And though he'd had a very strong climax, Sam continued to sniff her feet....because he hadn't been given permission to do otherwise.

Perfect, thought Shauna; now whenever she had him sniff her stockinged feet, even if they were hot and sweaty, he'd remember the orgasm, and forever associate the two. And from now on, until he became her total stocking slut, she would always make sure she stroked him while he sniffed. Then, when he got to the point where just sniffing her stockinged feet could give him an orgasm, she could stop the stroking. He would then be her total, adoring stocking slut. The scent of her nylong-clad feet, all by itself, would be enough to keep him in line.

Oh, but that wasn't all. Knowing that her idea had worked beautifully, Shauna next had Sam lick her stockinged feet, completely...every inch from top to bottom, toes to heel, soles to ankles. And then she forced her toes into his mouth so he could suck her toes through the filmy material. She wanted him to not only desire her stockings, but to need them, almost as much as he did her feet.

When she noticed that Sam seemed unsure of whether or not he liked the taste of the nylon, she made sure he understood that his like or dislike of the taste didn't matter...that this was his future no matter what. But, she offered him some hope.

"Not to worry, my little slave.....or, maybe I should call you my stocking slut now, since that's now a big part of your life.....it wont be long before you not only ENJOY the taste of my nylons, but CRAVE that taste. You will be eager to savor the sweetness of my stockings, even if the feet inside them are hot and sweaty. You'll even want to taste or smell my stockings without my feet in them at all. When I'm done with you, you'll be as eager to worship my stockings or shoes as you are my feet."

Her brand new stocking slut merely continued licking and sucking her hot, nyloned feet. She enjoyed watching his tongue glide along the nylon, and took great pleasure in shoving her toes in his mouth from time to time, wiggling them playfully or sliding her foot in and out of his mouth. And for some unknown reason, she thoroughly adored watching him lick back and forth along the toe seam. This all went on for more than thirty minutes. Slut's head moved up and down and side to side with all his efforts to please her. 

To her extreme delight, Shauna noticed yet another bulge in slut's crotch. Smiling wickedly, she again plopped the foot he wasn't servicing in his crotch...and stroked. She pressed her toes into the growing, throbbing bulge, moving her foot up and down its length. It wasn't long before the stain on slut's pants increased in diameter. Wonderful, she thought...couldn't be better. Now her stocking slut had had two orgasms from servicing her sweet, scented stockinged feet...once while smelling them, and once while licking them. And with each orgasm he had, she knew he would become more and more devoted to her stockinged feet....and more eager to service them. After the second orgasm, she allowed slut to stop licking her feet. She decided it was time to go home and play with her toy some more, so she had slut kiss her shoes and then place them carefully back on her precious feet.

That was the beginning of his indoctrination into stocking slavery. From that very night onward, whenever he left her, he was to take with him a pair of her worn stockings. Sometimes she also had him take a pair of her shoes, usually the ones she'd worn that day. He was given specific times that he was to sniff and kiss her stockings and/or shoes. Shauna would enjoy stopping whatever she was doing to look up at the clock or check her watch and know that at that very instant slut was worshipping her shoes or stockings. And she had no doubt at all that he was doing it....he was that much her adoring slut. 

She also gave orders for him to sleep with her worn stockings on his pillow under his head. Her shoes, if he had been given those as well, were to be kept under his bed to be kissed any time during the night when he happened to wake up. She wanted his constant devotion to her feet, shoes and stockings...and would accept nothing less. She wasn't going to give him the chance to forget who he belonged to.

Slut was also to bring her stockings with him to work or out in public, either in a briefcase or in a sealed bag. She would call him at work or wherever he was, and if it was reasonable to do so, she would have him worship her stockings (and on a few occasions, her shoes) while she spoke to him on the phone. She would tell him exactly how she wanted it done...and he would do it...no questions asked.

Whenever they went anywhere together she always wore stockings and sexy shoes. But, it was on the nights that she wore confining shoes or stifling boots that she most enjoyed having slut worship her stockinged feet. She felt it proved his worship of her if he was willing to do that for her. Then, only after he'd properly serviced her hot, stockinged feet, would she allow him to remove the stockings and adore her bare feet. Over time she had gotten him to crave her feet, stockinged or otherwise, in any condition. No matter if her feet had just been bathed or she'd just run ten miles in old sneakers and used hose, slut would eagerly service her feet in any way that brought her comfort, pleasure...or amusement. He lived each day to please her in any way she desired. He truly became not just her foot slave, but her total body slave and the latter had its definite advantages, as she'd already proven. And it was his eagerness to be all of the above that pleased her most....


Shauna's happy memories slowly came to an end. Her mind crept back to reality. She was still resting her feet on slut's face. He was still rubbing them with tired hands. She looked down at him trying so hard to keep her happy. She was also tired, both mentally and physically. She wanted to go to bed and succumb to the comfort of sleep. She took her feet off of slut's face and told him it was time for him to leave. She could almost feel his disappointment. His eyes were pools of puppydog sadness as he sat up, brushed back his disheveled hair, and briefly rubbed his reddened face with tired hands.

But first, she had him get a bag from the kitchen and put today's worn stockings in it. Since it was impractical to have him carry her boots around with him, she had him get a pair of her favorite heels from her bedroom closet and put those in the bag also. They hadn't been worshipped in some time and were overdue.

She told slut the times he was to worship both shoes and stockings the following day, and told him she might call to enjoy the experience with him. She also told him the time she wanted him at her place the following night to serve her again, and mapped out briefly her plans for him. He said, "Yes, Goddess," to each instruction. She even told him that when they returned from their night out he would do more than service just her feet. She gave him an outline of all the services, mostly oral, that he would be providing for her. Again, he agreed without hesitation or question.

Finally, she gave slut a tender kiss on his forehead and offered her hand for him to kiss. He got down on one knee and kissed it. She then held out each foot one at a time and he bent to kiss the instep and all five toes of each, as he did every night. He then stood up and bowed his head, saying, "Goddess, thank you so much for letting me be your stocking slut. I'm the luckiest man in the world. I will always worship and obey you." That was the formal good night Shauna had him memorize and say to her every night as he left. And her response, as always, was, "You're welcome, slut. Go home now until I have use for you again."

Slut then left. Shauna sighed a contented sigh as the door swung shut behind him. She couldn't understand why more women didn't use the power of their bodies to enslave their men. Slut would provide her with any form of pleasure she ever wanted, and he expected little in return...the privilege of pleasing her seeming to be more than enough for him. She most assuredly liked that in a man. Yes, she'd keep slut around a long, long time.

Shauna shuffled off to bed, lying there naked on top of the covers for a while. Sleep didn't come right away, as her mind was replaying all the things she'd had slut do for her this night....and that fertile mind was racing ahead to the various tasks she could put to him on future nights. She was never one to rest on her laurels. To slut's unending sorrow - or more likely to his unending joy - she constantly came up with new things she wanted him

to try for her. And so far, he'd come through quite nicely on all of them....but she had every intention of challenging him - his loyalty and obedience - further in the future. 

Only a few minutes before sleep came, she looked down at her feet.....her newly pedicured and painted feet, wiggling her metallic red toes. Such tiny little digits. Who'd have thought that those little beauties could so easily and completely bring a man to his knees? Who'd have thought that those ten little piggies could not only break a man's will and thoroughly enslave him, but have him crawling back for more time after time? She smiled at her toes. She loved those toes for what they could do...and had done...to slut.

In the last moments before sleep claimed her exhausted mind and body, her mind drifted hazily through tiny vignettes of slut's worship of her feet...and other parts of her. She saw him adoring her feet; kissing her shoes; worshipping her warm, moist stockings; burrowing his face between her legs; puckering lips that were aimed between haughty cheeks; on his knees begging for more. She sighed at each tiny featurette, and her lips curled into a contented smile. She rolled over onto her side, already dreaming of tomorrow...and tomorrows to come.

Then, finally, she drifted into a deeply satisfying sleep, sighing the sigh of one whose life is sublimely happy....and in total control.

END

"At Shauna's Feet" copyright bacomicfan/mike June 2000