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Foot Slave

By: jaffamate



I first married in 1997 when I was 20 years old. I met a local businessman who ran a number of stores by my mother's house. I was and still am attractive; I have a size 10 figure and long blonde hair. My secret is that I have had breast surgery to make my breasts d cup and firm.

Paul was going to be my slave, not bad considering he was wealthy and had his pick of the girl's in my area. He did make me sign a pre-nup agreement but I made it my resolve to work on him and take control of his life. I guessed he had a submissive side.

I had him under my control just because I discovered his foot fetish. Poor hubby used to give me massages and stared at my feet for a long time. At first I didn't know what a foot fetish was but Paul would readily agree to buy me high heels and boots whenever we had sex together. It didn't take me long to work out that my feet made him hard and weak at the same time.

I remember my first night of slow seduction with Paul. We had been married a year and I felt I deserved more of his hard earned money. I was getting bored of have high heel's as presents and wanted cash to enjoy myself.

Paul had booked a nice hotel and dinner for me on our anniversary so I made my plans. I booked into the room earlier then Paul to get ready. I chose a short over the knee skirt, black and sexy. I know that my see through top would do the trick for Paul especially as I was blessed with nice 32d breasts. I let my hair fall down my back; a natural blonde and I know that men notice my hair.

My new heels were open toe and had a 4-inch heel, black and sexy. Paul walked into our room and he was restrained as usual but I knew I had him burning with desire.

At the dinner he had arranged I told Paul how much I loved him while I casually rubbed my heels on his legs under the table. Paul was becoming breathless and was visibly watering around the mouth. I had him under my control but he just had to realise it.

I said, "Paul, I know that when I press my heels into your foot or leg you really enjoy it."

He murmured that he was a leg man but I knew that he was trying to hide his weakness. 

I said "Paul, you love my feet, why don't you admit it, you can trust me I am your wife and I want to know your fantasies so I can fulfil them and be a good wife. I see you staring at my feet and I know that you would love to kiss them."

Paul was pretending to look shocked and said he just loved my legs as they were perfect.

" Oh Paul, I must have got you wrong. If you said you would worship my feet I would have done so many things for you. I would get them massaged and then if you begged I would let you kiss them. I think I could make you beg to kiss them. If you think I am on the wrong track just tell me know and I will stop now"

I stared right into his eyes; the first one to break the silence was the loser. 

Paul lowered his head and said in a low voice " I love your feet and would worship them all day long. My dream is to be your slave and submit to you but I need to trust you because I get so weak and want to submit so much I get worried in case you clear me out financially."

"I wouldn't take advantage Paul, I know how far to go and if you were my slave I would take all the stresses out of your life, let me control your life and make decisions for you."

I could see Paul was whimpering and acting like a puppy so while he was in this state I asked him to settle the bill. Upon settling the bill I told Paul to go to the hotel room we had booked and wait for me naked and on his knees.

"Paul, I want you to do this for us. I will promise you that you will never had an intense an experience as I am going to give you. Now be a good slave and wait for me in the room while I finish my drink."

Paul almost run to the elevator. I waited and finished my drink. I also wanted to leave my number for a businessman who made a pass at me when I went to the ladies room earlier. I slipped him my number at the bar and asked him to phone me in a few days.

I entered the room and there was my husband on his knees and naked. I felt such satisfaction because I had been a lowly housewife in his eyes. Paul controlled me with his money and now the tables had turned. I slowly walked behind Paul. I pushed his head down by the back of the neck and then moved in front of him again.

Paul was on his knees staring at my high heels." Now, husband of mine I am in charge. I will become your Mistress and you will address me as Mistress Toni. Do you understand boy"

How he must have wondered how much I knew about domination but I had trawled the Internet for ideas and many came from this site.

" I understand Mistress."

" Now follow me slave."

I walked towards the bed and sat down and motioned Paul to come towards me. Paul was kneeling at my feet with his face just above my shoes.

"Paul, if you want to kiss and lick my heels then you have to beg for the honour."

Paul started begging straightaway. I crossed my leg so the open toes of my right foot were just below his nose.

" Please Mistress let me lick your shoes, I beg you, I will do anything for you."

I didn't want to give in that easily to him, Paul was my slave. The whole basis of this foot worship was to get money out of my husband. I rubbed the tip of my toes and shoe under his nose. Just to tease him I let him suck the tip of my heel for the briefest of moments.

This made him even weaker and in my control. I preferred sex but what was the point when I could get money and control just by using my feet.

"Paul, I think you should be nicer to me not just tonight but every day. I think if you want to lick my heels you should pay. I need new sexy outfits to go out with. I'm only young and I want to go out clubbing more. I could dance all night in my high heels and when I get home you could lick my shoes clean. Would you do that for me? I have so many girlfriends that still go out every week and I miss it."

The state Paul was in I think he would have eaten the sole of my shoe if I asked.

"Yes Mistress, anything I could give you an allowance every week and clean your shoes with my tongue before and after you go out."

I had him, his cock was harder then I had ever seen it. I put one foot under his cock and lifted his head with my other foot." Lick my shoes clean now slave. I want long slow kisses while I film you on my camera phone."

I don't think Paul realised how much I would control him. He was so good at licking my shoes. I made him admit he loved to lick girl's heels and feet. After about ½ an hour on the shoes I made him take them off with his mouth.

" Now Paul you are going to lick the inside of my toes clean and the heel of my foot. I want you tell me how much of a pervert you are. I want you to tell me what a good slave you will be. You will worship me every hour of the day and treat me like a Queen. Talk into my camera phone as you do it."

Silly Paul admitting all his fantasies as I recorded him. When I had recorded him for half an hour on my phone with him telling me he would wash my thongs by hand every day, let me go out when I want and give me money every week. I also filmed him licking in between my toes.

" Paul. I have bought some handcuffs with me and I want to tie you to the bed so I can tease you more."

I had had sex with Paul with him handcuffed before but this was different. After I made sure he was cuffed properly I went to the laptop in the room that I had bought with me. Paul looked up to see what I was doing, still hard and in my control.

"Mistress Toni, what are you doing."? "Slave, I am just downloading my video of you admitting to being a pervert and licking my shoes onto my email account. It's embarrassing for you if it got out onto the Internet where your customers could see it. My face is not in the video. It's safe with me but if you break any of your promises then I'll post it onto the Internet."

I walked over to Paul after I had finished on the laptop. "Let me out of these cuffs you bitch " he retorted.

"Oh Paul," I said as I grabbed his cock in my hand as I sat beside him. It didn't take long for it to go hard again. I smiled to myself, how easy this was. " You know you want to serve me. I know your weakness now and I will keep our secret if you comply." Paul groaned as he came under my control again. " Paul, I think if it is better if you don't cum because you love feeling weak don't you"

"Oh yes Mistress please I'm sorry but let me cum and I am sorry for what I said. Please let me cum."

I knew that once a man cum he changed so I put the next part of my plan into action. I was still fully dressed so I left Paul tied up and went out the room. I returned after a few minutes with ice from the machine on the landing. I put the ice on Paul's cock sand he screamed. I laughed and said " Paul, I am going to put a chastity belt on you. Don't worry about a thing, I ordered one off the Internet and it's in my case. I will put the lock on and then post the key to my mum's house using the mailbox downstairs. You don't want to cum anymore because you love feeling this weak don't you slave."

Paul agreed, I had a video of him and his balls under lock and key. I left him tied up again and went out the room to post the key. When I returned I untied Paul. He had given up the will to fight and kneeled down before me. I had the power in the relationship. He was 37 and a powerful businessman but he answered to me. 

We let him lick me out then as I drifted to sleep I made him hand wash my underwear.

More to follow. 

Foot Slave



Nervously my finger pressed the buzzer, within ten seconds the release mechanism clicked and opened the door, I pushed it ajar and entered a dimly lit hallway, a stair case lay in front of me, leading down to a single ominous black door, I walked down and knocked, 

"You may enter." Came the quick curt reply.

Sheepishly I entered, and closed the door behind me.

The room was spacious and painted a matt black with a cold stone floor, recess lights in the ceiling were dimmed to give a low glow of light, the striking furnishings and the various chains and restraints which hung from the wall gave no illusion that this was anything other than a dungeon.

Directly in front of me across the other side of the room was a large dark wooden throne, sat on the throne with her legs crossed and her arms folded was my new mistress. She was dressed in a shiny black PVC catsuit which clung to her beautifully shaped physique, the PVC covered her entire body leaving only revealing a tempting show of cleavage, her hands and of course ending just above her ankles it revealed her beautiful feet. She was wearing black stappy patent high heels, with the most exquisite feet I had ever seen, they were perfectly shaped and extenuated by the high curve in the shoe, her toenails were painted a deep red, a stunning contrast to the black PVC. Adorning her right ankle was a silver ankle bracelet with a small key attached, a key that unbeknownst to me at that time would be the key that would hold me as her slave. 

"Take off your clothes!" 

I immediately took off my shirt, trousers and underwear and threw them in the corner of the room, I immediately felt both embarrassed and humbled to be standing naked in front of this powerful dominatrix.

"Get down on your knees and crawl to me."

I dropped to my knees and began to crawl on all fours, feeling the coldness through the stone floor, when I got to within a meter of her throne she looked down at me.

"That's enough, stop right there."

I felt so powerless, kneeling in front of this beautiful woman who was controlling my every move and consuming my every thought.

Uncrossing her legs and stepping down off the throne and on to the floor she walked over to the wall and unhooked a dog collar and a pair of wrist cuffs with a short chain attached linking each cuff. As she came closer I could see the inscription in bold letters on the collar, it read "SLAVE".

She walked slowly behind me and attached the thick leather collar around my neck strapping it tight, then grabbing my arms and hoisting them up she put the leather cuffs around each of my wrists, then she took out a small padlock and hooked it around the hoop on the front of my new "SLAVE" collar, then grabbing the chain between my bound wrists she clasped it midway to the neck collar, thus restraining my arms from moving more than a few short inches away from my face and most importantly ensuring I couldn't touch myself and thus deny me any pleasure until that little key dangling from her ankle unlocked the padlock, I knew it was going to be some time before that privilege was bestowed upon me. 

Then a leash of chain was attached to the back of my collar, the chain rattled above my head as some of the cold links touched my back. Holding the leash in one hand she walked slowly around me, putting her finger under my chin to ensure I was staring at waist level, my head positioned upright my eyes strained downwards trying to get a glimpse of her feet once more, as she circled my naked body with her sexy high heels clicking loudly with each slow teasing step.

"Now.........Now you are my FOOTSLAVE, you will beg and grovel at my feet, you will be mine to tease, torment and punish. Is that understood slave!!"

"Yes...Yes I understand."

"Yes MISTRESS!!" 

"Yes Mistress, Sorry Mistress."

As I replied my head fell and my eyes caught sight of her beautiful feet

"Did I give you permission to look down at my feet? Did I slave!"

"No Mistress, sorry Mistress."

"Don't you dare look at my feet until I allow you to, is that understood slave!"

"Yes Mistress, Sorry Mistress."

I was completely at her mercy.

"So slave, you have a foot fetish don't you, you love looking at women's feet, always wanting to kiss, lick and worship them, you're such a pathetic little footslave aren't you!"

"Yes Mistress, I am a pathetic foot slave."

"Well you're going to be my footslave now, you see where my black PVC catsuit ends, well that is where you begin foot boy, you belong at my feet you pathethic little slave. "

With that she sat back up on the throne, dragging me towards her with the leash.

"Lie on your back with your head below my feet slave."

"Yes Mistress, thank you mistress."

Immediately I lay under her as she crossed her legs and dangled her high heel over my face.

"Kiss the soles of my shoes and remove them for me footslave."

Using my elbow angled myself and strained to kiss the black patent sole of her shoes just as instructed, and then, with my hands still restricted I unbuckled the high heel straps and gently slipped off her stiletto shoes, revealing her beautiful soles resting just inches above my eyes and lips.

"Well, well, What a good obedient little foot slave you are, I think I might give you a treat foot slave, I am going to allow you to lie below my beautiful feet and you will be allowed to look at my soles, and my arches and my toes. You're such a lucky little footboy aren't you!" 

"Oh Yes Mistress, thank you mistress." 

As I lay under her feet, lying naked on the cold floor with my cock standing to full attention, I was truly mesmerized by her exquisite soft shapely soles, I stared in awe at what lay before me, something that was so pleasing to my loins but yet so unattainable.

"Now you are not allowed to lick my feet but I want you to stick your tongue out so Mistress can tease you, you will always have your tongue ready to serve my feet, but I will decide when I will allow you to lick them - tongue out slave!!" 

I stuck my tongue out as far as it could go raising my head trying to reach the sole with my lapping tongue, but it was only to heighten my arousal and tease me further, my foot Mistress had no intention of allowing her slave to lick her feet.

I lay underfoot for what seemed like an eternity, awestruck by the beauty of her feet that now dangled over my head. I craved the slightest touch of her beautiful feet. 

"Get back on your knees slave." With my wrists bound so close to my neck I awkwardly rolled on the floor like a pathetic worm and gracelessly knelt before my new Queen. Too humbled to make eye contact my head stooped downward, receiving a visual foot treat, instantly my Mistress raised her foot below my chin, her beautiful red manicured toenails just inches from my wanton mouth. 

"Now foot slave I want you to be my foot stool for the next few hours -- prostrate your self before me slave."

Removing her controlling foot from my chin, I put my hands on the floor, the slave collar and chains also dragged my head down to floor level, I knelt before her with my back hunched so her feet could rest comfortably.

"That's where you belong footslave below mistress's feet at all times, isn't that right footslave!"

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." 

"You love being my pathetic little footslave, don't you!"

"Yes Mistress I love being your foot slave." 

I could feel her feet resting on my back, feeling so powerless with her sitting above me, using me as her pathetic foot stool. 

I kept my uncomfortable position below her feet for so long my knees began to pain, but I knew I was pleasing my mistress so I didn't move a muscle until my mistress commanded me to. Lifting her feet from my back she placed her right foot on my shoulder and harshfully pushed me back, tugging the leash to ensure I upright kneeling position.

"You would love to smell my feet wouldn't you footslave, you'd love to stick your nose between my toes and savor them!"

She held her foot just inches from my face, I was mesmerized by her bare sole.

"Beg for it slave, beg! beg to sniff my foot, I know how much you want to, don't you footslave." 

"Please Mistress, please allow me to smell your beautiful feet."

Then wrapping the leash around her wrist she pulled it hard, bringing my face to her foot, my nose buried in her toes they smelt divine, I wanted so badly to begin kissing and licking but knew to restrain myself for fear of being punished, and my privileges, whatever ones I had would be withdrawn. I audibly sniffed at her toes, breathing it all in, with my Mistress smirking down at me. After some time, with my nostrils full of the scent of my Mistresses bare feet, my mistress uttered the words I longed to hear.

"Would my little footslave like to worship my feet, I think my slave would you like to kiss and lick my beautiful sexy feet, wouldn't you slave!"

"Oh yes, please, Please let me worship your feet."

"Please What!"

"Please Mistress, Please let me worship your feet."

"I want to hear you beg, slave. Grovel at my feet and beg like a proper footslave!"

"Oh Please Mistress I am your pathetic footslave, please allow me to worship your beautiful feet, please let me lick your beautiful soles, and kiss your toes, P-l-e-a-s-e Mistress."

She looked down at my face, which was strained from the teasing and torment that her feet were inflicting on my mind and my raging hard on, she crossed her legs yet again dangling her foot inches from my face. She realized the power her feet had over me and relished using it. She teasingly wiggled her red toenails right in front of my face.

"I said tongue out footslave, tongue out at all times, I want you to look like my pathetic slaveboy ready to serve me when I allow you, is that understood!"

"Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress."

I immediately stuck my tongue out as far as it could go waiting in anticipation of planting the first kiss on her beautiful feet. Then lifting her foot up her bare soles hovered just above my head I tilted my head back following her every move with my eyes and salivating tongue, she continued to move her foot above my head, swirling just out of reach, I felt so powerless, kneeling on the floor with my hands bound and a slave collar around my neck, following my Mistresses feet as the moved from side to side and up and down, like a cruel game to tease her eager footslave.

"Would you like to kiss them foot slave?" 

She said as she brought her foot to within half an inch of my tongue.

"Oh yes please, please Mistress, please let me kiss your beautiful feet."

"You may kiss my feet."

This was the moment I had been waiting for, shuffling on my knees, my face edged closer to her bare foot and pouted my lips ready to plant kisses on her divine feet, my lips made contact with the centre of her soft sole I held my lips on her foot, and closed my eyes to show gratification for this gesture my Mistress had granted me. Then I started kissing all over the soles of her feet, I was overwhelmed with arousal, and kissed feverishly, feeling possessed by her naked foot on my lips. Then I began to kiss her toes as she moved them towards my mouth, kisses only, even though I yearned to lick them. I kissed each toe slavishly, savoring the touch of her toes that I craved for so much. I kissed both feet all over, from the edge of the PVC catsuit, down her slender ankles, around her heels, along her soles and to each one of her beautifully pedicured toes.

"That's enough for now footslave." 

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress, thank you for the privilege of allowing me to kiss your beautiful feet Mistress."

With that she withdrew her foot from my lips and calmly rested both feet on the floor in front of me. I bowed my head, knowing that it was my duty to look down at her feet at all times as I was her humble footslave and was there only to serve her feet.

"Now footslave, I'm getting tired of sitting down, so I'm going to go for a little walk around the room, and you slave are going to follow my every step along the floor, I want you on all fours trailing behind me, with your tongue out, and as I take a step you will lick the sole of my foot as I offer it to you, licking the dirt from my sole and keeping my feet soft and clean at all times, is that understood footslave!" 

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." 

She placed her right foot on the crown of my head and forcefully brought me down so my elbows touched the cold concrete floor, my hands still bound to my neck dragged my head with them. Grabbing the leash she stood up from her throne taking one step to the right of me, from my lowly position I could see only the floor and the sight of her amazing foot adorned with ankle bracelet and cherry red toes. 

As she moved I followed, on all fours right behind her, as she took a step she slowly and seductively raised the sole of her foot behind her, looking back over her shoulder to ensure I completed my duty correctly. With outstretched tongue I started at the tip of her toes and licked all the way up to her heels. With every slow step she made my lapping tongue licked in unison, cleaning off any dust or dirt that might blemish her immaculate soles.

After walking around the room with her footslave following pathetically behind, she finally stopped in front of a cage, it wasn't more than four foot high with cold vertical iron bars running down to meet the concrete floor, affixed to the top of the cage was a long padded black leather cushion, for my mistress to lie on no doubt, in the centre of the cushion there was a small circular hole, not big enough to allow a footslaves head out but big enough to allow Mistresses foot in.

The door of the cage opened before me.

"Crawl into your cage footslave."

On all fours I awkwardly entered the daunting cramped space, then without warning the steel door shut behind me making a loud clang with Mistress securing the bolt to keep her slave captive. I knelt inside the cage feeling so vulnerable but yet so excited, my cock was still hard and my chained hands could not reach my swollen cock to allow any pleasure, not that I would be allowed to touch my cock even if I wanted to, that wasn't my choice to make, I was a humble footslave and my foot Mistress made all my decisions for me now.

Mistress sat on the side on the cage with her legs dangling over the side, her heels were close to me but outside of my reach, tongue access hampered by the iron bars, all the same I knelt there with my tongue extended and available as the willing footslave I had become.

Then my Mistress sat on top of the cage, for the first time I couldn't see her or her feet, and I felt, alone and degraded to be kneeling naked in a cage in a dark dungeon, with my mind and my cock being teased by a powerful woman and her bare feet that ultimately controlled me. From above my head my Mistress began to speak,

"Whats my little footslave waiting for? Are you waiting for my feet slave!"

"Oh Yes Mistress Please allow me to see your beautiful feet."

"Beg foot slave, beg for the privilege of looking at my feet. I know that's all you want, your little foot fetish is insatiable isn't it slave, you can function without thinking and yearning for my beautiful feet!"

"Oh yes Mistress I beg you please allow me to look at your feet, p-l-e-a-s-e Mistress."

Then from above her dainty foot slid throw the narrow hole above my head and she gently placed her bare foot in my shackled hands, her sole resting in my palms, I quivered at the sight of her sexy red toes.

"You may hold my feet for me slave, you may look at them and you may beg for them but you will not be allowed to kiss or lick them until I allow you -- is that understood footslave." 

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress, thank you for the honor of letting me to hold your feet and for allowing your pathetic footslave to look at your feet."

I held the ultimate object of my desire in my palm, like a fragile priceless ornament that had to be handled so gently and compassionately. There I was stripped naked, collared and cuffed, on my knees, locked inside a cage, captivated over the beautiful foot resting in my hands, I had no dignity or esteem left, they had been stripped away and had been replaced by humility and servitude for the female foot. 

It was an unbearable tease to feel her soft soles in my hands, and with her foot placed so close to my face due to the short chains connecting my slave collar to my wrists, it was hard to restrain myself from worshipping those perfect toes with my willing tongue. After what seemed like hours of studying and appreciating every intricate detail of my Mistress's feet, without warning she retracted her slender foot back out through the hole brushing her tantalizing toes purposely against my cheek as they left the cage. 

Mistress got down from her position above my slave cage and with leash in hand she tugged it hard, bringing my face to rest between two cold steel bars, my tongue still out at her command.

"Kiss my soles slave."

I pouted my lips as she raised her left foot to my face and I passionately planted one single kiss in the centre of her foot, my nose gentling grazing against her arch. Then her right foot was offered to me, again I my lips met her soft bare sole. This was obviously my reward for restraining myself for so long in the cage. Although I was so appreciative of the kisses I was granted, my cock yearned to be granted a greater reward. 

My mistress unlocked the cage and with her grasp of my leash pulled me out, shuffling on my knees I fell to the floor, just by her feet.

"Good boy just where I want you, now you may lick the soles of my feet as I walk over to my throne footslave." 

"Yes Mistress thank you Mistress." 

I immediately began my foot cleaning duties at her command, slowly licking each sole from the tip of her big toe, along her soft sole and instep and finishing on her heel. As she took her bare foot from my tongue I swallowed hard and gulped down any dirt and dust that had accumulated on my tongue, knowing that when she took another step even more dirt and grime would stick to her wet soles that had just been smothered in my saliva. When she reached the throne she sat down, crossing her legs seductively so that her red toenails rested themselves inches from my mouth, I had still to suck on her beautiful toes, I wanted them so badly, and my foot mistress knew it.

"You've licked my soles are clean slave but what about my pretty little toes, does my little foot slave want to lick and suck mistresses toes? Oh I bet you do. T-o-e-s, hmmm the very word gets you exited, what a pathetic little foot slave you are!"

She flexed her foot and spread her toes before my drooling mouth, teasing me with her perfectly painted red toenails. Kneeling in an upright position before my mistress giving the full attention she deserves, awaiting permission to worship her toes and worship her feet all over. My heart was pounding in anticipation, my cock was aching from the sustained upright and unfulfilled position it had been in since the second I had walked through the dungeon door and had been peeled of my clothes and peeled of my dignity. It felt both exhilarating and yet so cruel, my mind tried to process all the feelings but my mind was elsewhere, focused on five beautiful cherry red toes.

"Oh please Mistress, please allow your pathetic foot slave to worship your feet mistress please, I beg you, please Mistress please."

Every begging word from my mouth was filled with real heart felt yearning, I was so powerless in front of her, I felt so weak before her with my arms strapped and bound to my collared neck and leashed as a pathetic naked slave. 

"Tongue out then foot slave, Mistress is going to give you a treat, I am going to allow you to worship my toes, I know how much you want to lick and suck on each toe!!"




Foot Slave



With that she placed her big toe on my tongue, the sensation was phenomenal, her soft pedicured toe rested on my tongue as I lapped and sucked it with true feverish passion, I sucked her toes slowly, treating them so reverently, with my lips tingling as each toe came in and out of my mouth. I obediently licked her feet and sucked her toes for what seemed like hours, so humbled with what I was being placed in my mouth -- a sexy PVC clad dominant Mistresses feet.

Every so often my Mistress would casually withdraw her toes from my mouth and swirl her foot teasingly around my face, placing her wet saliva covered toes on the top of my forehead and then slowly rubbing them down my face, over my eyes and then my nose until they resumed position on my wanton tongue.

"So slave is your f-o-o-t f-e-t-i-s-h being satisfied or does it involve you pathetically masturbating to my feet?, oh yeah I think that little cock of yours wants to cum, I think you want to cum so bad, don't you slave?"

It was unbearable to have my throbbing cock erect and oozing precum, with my balls tight and ready to explode and physically be restrained from touching them with my wrists chained to my slave collar.

"Please Mistress please I beg you, I beg you to allow me to touch myself and cum to your beautiful feet, please allow your pathetic foot slave to masturbate in your presence"

"Okay foot slave touch yourself."

With that she dangled her right foot in front of my eyes with the key hanging gracefully off her silver ankle bracelet. She knew she was teasing me, my arms were still bound with chains secured by the little padlock attached to my slave collar, I squirmed, pathetically stooping my neck and stretching my hands down as low as they could go but it was no use I couldn't reach my swollen tormented cock. She glanced down at me scornfully, 

"Slave if you're not going to cum to my feet then Mistress will have to punish you, and since you have a foot fetish, I'm going to punish you with my f-e-e-t".

"Oh please Mistress please allow me to touch my pathetic cock in your presence, please take off these cuffs and allow me to ejaculate all over your beautiful toes, please Mistress, please."

"Silence foot slave, did I give you permission to beg, did I foot slave?"

"No Mistress, sorry Mistress". With that she pulled my Slave collar back dragging me to the floor, I lay flat on my back awaiting my Mistress's next whim. She took out low glass table and place it just above my head, then sitting back into her regal throne she placed her soles on the glass just above my face. My cock was numb and my balls tightened with arousal as her feet padded above me my only vision. Without care or concern for me she took out a female domination book and began to read for what must have been hours.

Eventually she stood up leash in hand and removed the teasing table from my face. 

"Foot slave its getting late and Mistress is getting tired, I will be retiring to bed and your job will be to kneel at the foot of my bed and massage my feet while I also expect you to warm my feet with your breath for the entire night, is that understood foot slave."

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress."

"Good boy and if you do a good job, who knows maybe tomorrow might be the day that mistress will let you c-u-m." 

With that she kicked my balls and ran her lavishly painted red toes over my ever throbbing erect cock.

"You would like that wouldn't you foot slave."

"Oh yes Mistress, thank you Mistress."

"Well we'll just have to see, won't we foot boy." 

She made me crawl on my knees over to the foot of her double bed, the bed had a large headboard but no foot board to accommodate my mistress's foot worship. The bed was dressed with sumptuous satin sheets that I knew I would not have the privilege of sleeping on, my bed was the floor, as for sleep I would have to do without, Mistress had given me an order and I had to fulfill it, I was her foot slave and her feet were my job to pamper, worship and adore. Anyway I could do without sleep with the thought of cumming all over her beautiful toes tomorrow provided I did a good job during the night, or was that just an empty promise, a further foot tease. 

With my leash securely attached to a metal hoop welded to the floor at the foot of the bed my Mistress slipped under the satin sheets and glided her soles gracefully down towards me. Ensuring my hands were warm so as not to make my mistress displeased I immediately began to massage her toes, they felt so wonderful, soft and supple, my attention and gaze were once more was fixated by Mistress's delectable feet. Only for my full concentration of breathing my every warm breath on to her supple soles, I would thought about worshiping those perfect feet in my hands, puckering my lips and giving those toes soft kisses in homage, or extending my wanton tongue for a lustful lick along her soles, but I knew better, if I disobeyed it would be along time before I would receive any pleasure from my foot Mistress, I was there to serve and nothing else, If she chose to pleasure me would be on her terms at her time, I couldn't jeopardize that. 

When morning came my fingers and thumbs were sore from the constant stoking and massaging but my eyes were still fixated, until they moved from my grasp and my Mistress stepped out of the bed. She walked slowly behind and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back, with my chained hands resting on my chest. 

"Good morning foot slave, you did a good job massaging my feet and you kept my toes warm all night with your breath. I'm glad I didn't feel any kisses or licks at my feet because if I had then you have been denied pleasure for a long long time foot slave, and I don't think your little cock could take that."

My PVC clad Mistress then proceeded to bend over me and place her perfectly manicured index finger on the floor just in front of my cock, she slowly ran her finger across a few inches of the floor and then while removing it from the floor purposefully graced my aching balls with it. 

"I just needed to check that you didn't cum while I was sleeping foot slave. And you passed the test." 

She untied my leash from the metal hoop in the floor, and with leash in hand and me on all fours pathetically following behind her, she walked slowly over to her throne stopping with every step to place each sole on my face, placing her foot with the base of her toes nuzzled into my nose, pausing in her stride to allow herself hear my slavish sniff.

"Goodboy you love sniffing your Mistress's feet don't you foot slave."

"Oh yes Mistress thank you so much Mistress."

When we reached the throne she sat down and with me kneeling at her feet she casually placed her right foot on my forehead, she left it there for a minute or two looking her foot, the red toenails resting on my flushed face. Then she crouched over and unclasped the ankle bracelet. Removing her foot from my forehead she dangled her little silver chain and swung the key in front of my excited and eager eyes. 

"You do know what this little key means don't you foot slave, it means that Mistress is going to let you cum, what a lucky little foot slave you are!"

With that she put the key in the lock, turned it and released my wrists from their restrictive position, at first they were slightly limp from being held in the same pose for so long. I left them trailing by my side awaiting the order, awaiting the permission that I craved.

She gently raised her foot and stoking the underside of my balls with her toes, uttered the words

"Touch yourself foot slave, touch yourself to my feet."

I grabbed my throbbing cock and pulled it repeatedly faster then ever before, I had been teased for hours and hours on end, I couldn't wait any longer. I couldn't believe to ecstasy I felt in my loins, my balls feeling like they were going to explode the very second I took residency on my knees in front of her supreme feet, finally they were about to experience ecstasy. I had been pulling myself for just under a minute when my foot Mistress withdrew her foot from my balls. 

"S-t-o-p, hands behind your back, you didn't think it was going to be that easy did you foot slave, I want you to stick your tongue out."

I was perplexed, my emotions were fraught, precum oozed from the top of my cock, I just needed a few more pleasurable strokes, I was seconds away from orgasm, and my Mistress knew it, she had taken me back from the brink of gratification just to prolong it that little bit longer, all for her enjoyment. 

I did as Mistress told me, still wriggling from the physical denial of my long awaited orgasm, humbly prostrated on my knees at her feet, pulsating cock standing to attention, hands trembling with anticipation to be allowed one more pleasurable stroke. I stuck my tongue out for her, wanting her feet more then ever. 

"I know you want to cum soooo bad, don't you foot slave."

"Oh yes Mistress please, please allow me to come to your feet." 

She looked down at her teased and tormented foot slave, she raised her foot over my head, circled it above me and slowly dropped it, placing her delicate toes on my wanton tongue.

"You may cum foot slave."



Foot Slave At The Convent



It was late and I was driving through the mountains of West Virginia. I thought I had enough gas to get to the next town, but I didn't. I ran out on the side of the road in the middle of a rainstorm.

I walked for about three miles before I came across a large house. I knocked on the door hoping to get some kind of help. A young girl dressed in Nun garb answered the door and welcomed me to the convent. I told her my story and she agreed to help.

I was brought inside and given a room to sleep in, as none of the phones were working due to the storm. Another young nun came in and took my wet clothes, apologizing that all they had here nun habits for me to wear while mine were getting dry. I didn't complain because it was better than being stuck out in the rain.

I slept hard through the night. When I woke up I went to get out of bed, but soon realized my hands and feet were bound. I screamed out for help and soon two nuns walked in the room.

One was young, though I couldn't tell much about her because of her clothing. The other was tall, blond, and in her mid forties. She had a scowling look on her face. 

"What is going on? Let me go, I have to leave!" 

"I'm afraid that won't be possible," the older woman said. She must be the head nun, as she spoke with a certain authority. 

"When we dried your clothes, we found your phone and all the graven images it had on it. You are a sinner. We must save you by allowing you to repent. You must stay here until God releases you. We are here to help you repent."

"This is crazy!" I screamed. "This is kidnapping! I will not be held captive!"

No sooner had my words come out than the older woman smacked me hard with what looked like a horse whip. It stung and I screamed, but she kept going until I was no longer in any mood to fight. I was left as pretty much just a lump of clay, beaten and bruised, still tied to the bed.

"Remove his bonds, and attach the ones I gave you so he can walk." The older woman ordered, and the younger woman obliged. My hands and feet were untied, then tied together with just enough room for me to barely walk.

However, that wasn't to be my fate. As soon as I rose off the bed, the older nun whipped me again. 

"You must crawl on your knees! You must repent for your sins, and that means humbling yourself." I had no choice as I had been literally whipped into submission so I followed the two Nuns on my knees, crawling behind them.

We walked down a long hallway and finally turned into what looked like an office. I was brought on my knees to kneel in front of the desk, and behind it sat a chair that the older woman immediately sat in.

"I am Mother Superior, I am the head nun at this convent. We were put here by God to save the souls of sinners like you. The only way you can be saved is to repent, and the only way to do that is by humbling yourself before God."

"What? This is ridiculous!" I started to protest, but was given another good whipping from behind by the younger woman until I couldn't talk anymore and was flat on my face before the feet of the older woman. It was then I noticed she was barefoot.

"YOU MUST HUMBLE YOURSELF!" the Mother Superior screamed down at me. "This is the only true way for you to save your soul. From now until God tells me you have been forgiven, you must stay here and repent."

I didn't speak this time, I had already learned better. I just stayed on the ground and waited for whatever came next.

"Good." The older woman said smugly. "I thought this was going to be hard but I also know deep down this is what's best for you."

"Now, in order for you to be forgiven, you must repent. This means humbling yourself before servants of the Lord. Do you know what that means?"

"No..." I said, and was quickly whipped again. 

"You will address the Mother as Mother Superior at all times!" the younger nun scolded me.

"Yes, Mother Superior" I said, fearing another whipping.

"THIS MEANS," She started, visibly angry with me, "That you will humble yourself before my feet until God has deemed you forgiven. Only I shall know that, as God only speaks through me within these walls. Now accept your fate and humble yourself before my feet."

I was already face down, bleeding and in pain, so I didn't move. Quickly I received another lashing.

"HUMBLE YOURSELF!" Mother superior screamed. "You must kiss the lowest, dirtiest part of my body." She raised her foot and pointed it to me.

"You are crazy!" I started but was whipped into submission yet again. I had no choice. I couldn't take any more lashings.

I kissed her foot, just once, on the top near the big toe. That apparently wasn't enough.

"KEEP KISSING!" Mother Superior screamed, "And every time you are given such an order to repent, you must say 'yes Mother Superior, thank you Mother Superior'!"

Not wanting to feel the whip again, I kissed each toe passionately and spoke:

"Yes Mother Superior, thank you Mother Superior"

I kissed each foot for at least ten minutes before she sat in the chair in front of me. "Put your hands out and hold my foot." She ordered, and I did.

"Now lick it, clean of all filth and dirt. It is the only way you can be humbled and your soul can be saved."

I stuck out my tongue and as nasty as it tasted, this woman must have never washed her feet and walked around barefoot for years, kept going as convincingly as I could due to fear of the lashing.

"Good, this is your new place in life until you have humbled yourself enough and been forgiven. Like I said, I am the only one God speaks to within these walls, so I will be the only one to know when He has forgiven you."

So there I was, kneeling before a nun, running my tongue all over her dirty feet, still dressed in the habit they had given me when I came in.

"Now," the mother started, "The rules for repentance are simple: You will be my little project. You will spend all your time at my side, tied up so you can't run away to Satan, and humbling yourself at my feet. You will accept your fate because you have no other choice. Is this clear?"

"Yes Mother Superior" I said, scared.

"Good, now continue, I have paperwork to do." Without even noticing me she sat back, the younger nun left the room, and I licked her dirty feet for the next thirty minutes or so. All of a sudden out of nowhere she stuck her toe in my mouth.

"Don't forget that part of cleaning is sucking my dirty toes. Now, before I give you this order in the future, you will say 'Yes Mother Superior, I repent' and suck as long as I deem necessary. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mother Superior." I said.

"Good, now suck."

"Yes Mother Superior, I repent." I replied as ordered.

I did this all day and most of the night, until she was ready to go to bed. I was led, crawling of course, to the bare room she slept in, and my hands tied to the foot of the bed.

"This is how you will sleep. Sucking dirty filthy feet, until God tells me you have been saved." 

For some reason I didn't think that would ever happen. I was right.

For the past three years I have been here. I follow Mother Superior around like a dog, collared and leashed. She is always barefoot, everywhere she walks. I am never allowed to leave her side. I spend at least half the day 'repenting', or more accurately sucking her dirty toes and licking her dirty feet. Even when she reads the Bible, especially when she reads the bible, I am at her feet with a toe in my mouth. She whips me until I am almost dead at least once a day, then makes me thank her and go back to my spot at her feet.

I am nothing more than a foot slave to this woman. The only taste in my mouth is the taste of the dirt from her feet. Even when I am fed, once a week, I must eat it from between her toes. Sure enough, in three years God has never spoken to her and she has taken it as a sign that I am to continue to be her toe sucking foot slave. 

That is how I became the foot slave of a sadistic nun. To this day I remain in the convent, with nary a few minutes that go by that I am not licking, sucking, or kissing Mother Superior's dirty nun feet.  



Foot Slave Ch. 02



A continuation of "Foot Slave" by jaffamate

(Jaffamate has allowed me to continue this tale, and I am thankful for that.)

(I recommend reading the original story first, as this one picks up immediately following it.) 

*

The next morning I awoke as Paul rolled over to me on the bed, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. 

I returned the kiss, prolonging it as I gathered my thoughts. He had been awake, I guessed, and was up to something. 

"Whatever," I thought to myself, "I can handle him now." 

"Hmmm, Paulie, baby, what's gotten in to you this morning?" I asked. (I knew that he didn't like it when I called him Paulie or baby, so I would know, if he didn't say anything that he was, in fact, up to something.)

"Nothing, Toni," he answered. 

"Uh, huh," I thought to myself, "Something, that's for sure."

"I just wanted to thank you for a great anniversary last night," he continued. "What a fun game we played."

"Oh, there it is," I silently thought, "He's going to try to laugh off the change in our marriage dynamic as a game."

I decided that I needed to re-assert my dominance. 

"Mmm, hmm, Paulie," I whispered into his ear as I nuzzled into him. "It was wonderful, wasn't it?"

As I was whispering, I began licking his ear and stroking his leg with my own leg. (Thankfully, I still had stockings on; that would make things much easier.) 

He started to stiffen up, as I was now grazing his cock through his chastity belt with my knee. The belt had enough of an opening on the end for him to be able to use the restroom. The small, exposed area now became a tool for my torture, as it allowed my silk stockings to rub against his tip. 

He winced in pain as his cock tried to swell but simply could not due to the belt. 

He tried to shrug it off as a joke and forced a laugh as he said, "Toni, let me out of this belt so we can finish properly." 

"Oh, Paulie, I would love to," I answered with a smile, as I rolled him onto his back. As I straddled him, I was thrilled to discover that the tip of his cock was just free enough to rub against my bare pussy. I got wetter as I realized that he could feel my moistness but couldn't quite penetrate it. 

I slowly gyrated, looking down at him with a look, a mixture of pity and concern, as he grimaced and tried with all of his might to somehow enter me. 

"But, I can't baby," I finished my answer as he looked up at me bewildered. "Remember, Paulie, I don't have the key, I mailed it last night."

He didn't respond, and I assumed that he was planning his next action. Before he had time to think, I leaned back between his legs, now teasing the tip of his cock by rubbing my ass against it. (I hated anal sex but knew that he could do nothing in his current state but grind a little and frustrate himself.) 

I extended my legs, in their glorious stockings, along his chest and rested by feet on his face, driving him more into a state of arousal. It got worse for him, as I instructed him to massage my feet and stroke my legs. As I allowed him to suck my toes, he was completely back under my control. 

Several minutes later, I got up and began getting dressed. He remained where he was as I instructed him that he was allowed to watch me get dressed. 

"What do you say?" I asked.

He looked at me quizzically, as I raised an eyebrow and gave him a serious look. As I expected, he remembered the previous night and responded, "Yes, Mistress Toni, thank you."

As he spoke, my serious look gave way to a sweet smile and I leaned over and kissed him.

I then let him watch as I put on a slinky red mini-dress, slowly replaced my dirty stockings with new red ones and re-did my hair and make-up. He was mesmerized as I looked better now than he had ever seen me look. 

"Now, let's go home, dear." I stated.

"Wait, Toni," he answered, "I'm still in bed; I need a shower, new clothes and..."

Before he finished, he caught my eye, and there was no mistaking my look. He instantly shut up and looked at the ground, "I'm sorry, Mistress Toni," he mumbled. 

"To the car, now, before I get really angry," I said, struggling not to laugh, as he jumped up, pulled on his dirty, wrinkled pants and hustled to the door.

"Grab the bags, take them to the car and pull it around for me," I instructed.

Still almost laughing, I watched him scoop everything up and scoot out the door. I then also left the room and went down to the lobby. As I saw him through the window in the parking lot, I noticed that in the lobby with me was the young businessman who had made a pass at me the previous evening. 

I seductively mouthed him a sweet kiss, and he headed over to me immediately. He reached me just as I reached the front desk and began speaking to the innkeeper. 

"Please save the same room for me this Friday," I said, loudly enough for my admirer to hear. The innkeeper began looking down at his reservations ledger and scribbling my instructions down. 

I turned to face my admirer and continued speaking, allegedly for the innkeeper, "I'll be all alone next week, though, just coming up to relax on my own, unless someone decides to join me." 

As I finished speaking, I winked, turned to the door and walked out. As I glanced back, my admirer hadn't moved and was still watching me. There was no doubt in my mind; he would definitely show up the next week. 

Meanwhile, Paul had pulled the auto up. I just stood near the curb, as he bent over to see why I wasn't walking toward the car. I gave my serious look and glanced at the car door. He instantly knew that he had fucked up and jumped out of the car and practically ran to my side of the car to open the door. 

As he reached for the door handle, I stopped him, "No, Paulie."

He looked at me, and I pointed to the rear door. He opened it, and I slipped in as he closed the door behind me.

"I'll ride back here from now on," I stated as he got back in the car. "You will be my driver." 

"Yes, Mistress Toni," he answered as he began driving away. 

"You can't see my feet from here, but you are allowed to think about them, Paulie," I instructed.

"Yes, thank you, Mistress Toni," he correctly answered.

When we got home, I had him unpack my things and put them away. He was practically shaking while handling my stockings. I told him that if he was very good that week, and he was off to a good start, that I would arrange to have the key delivered the next Friday and that he would have an unforgettable weekend. 

He happily agreed so I continued, "Now, Paulie, about my allowance, have you thought of a number, dear?"

"Yes, mistress, I was thinking 150 per week," he responded, eager to please. 

I looked at him, showing no emotion. (That was actually more than I had expected, but I thought that I could easily break him)

"Really," I said teasingly, "You were thinking 150."

I watched as a flood of thoughts went through his mind. I had said nothing, not let on whether I was happy or not; I was just watching him. I knew that he was trying to decide what he could financially do as opposed to what would guarantee that I was happy enough to pleasure him on Friday. I patiently waited as I started to notice sweat forming on his brow. I knew that if I didn't speak, I'd win. 

"150 for each of your magnificent feet, mistress; I meant 300 total," he proudly stated.

"Wow!," I thought to myself. "That's far better than I had expected.

"Why, thank you Paulie," I calmly responded. 

"That amount," I paused for effect, "Pleases me."

He gave a tremendous sigh of relief as I instructed him on his duties for the week. He happily agreed to prepare all meals and perform all household chores. My responsibility that week was to find new heels and stockings that he would like to touch and, if he was lucky, lick. He told me that he thought that this was a fair arrangement. 

I kept him worked up all week, parading around in just stockings and allowing him, pretty much whenever he wanted to, to massage and kiss my feet. He thought that I was being very generous with this, but really, I knew that it was just keeping him on edge.

Friday came, and, as I got out of bed, he followed me around like a lap dog. 

"Easy, Paulie," I said to settle him down. "The key will be here, and you have been a very good little boy, so please don't ruin it now."

"Yes, Mistress Toni," he answered, "What should I do?" 

"Well, you have been so good," I responded, "Why not sit here on the floor where you can see my dressing area and watch me get dressed."

"Oh, perfect, thank you mistress!" he answered as he dropped to the floor. (There was a chair not two feet away, but he didn't even think of it. He followed my instructions perfectly.)

I then went through the most erotic version of "getting dressed" imaginable. I rubbed lotions over my entire body, paying special attention to my feet and legs. I slowly pulled on my stockings, as well as panties and my bra, and then a new, sexy dress that he had not previously seen. I then did my hair and makeup. 

He didn't move the entire time; he was completely captivated. 

When I was done, I told him to get up and sit in the chair which he did immediately. 

"I'm going to run a couple of errands, Paulie," I seductively said. "When I return, the key will be here, and you'll have a weekend like you've never had before." 

He nodded eagerly.

"Just one little rule, Paulie, you must be in this chair when I return. I have something planned that will only work if you are in this chair. Do you understand?" I said quietly.

"Yes, mistress, I understand," he quickly answered, "I'll be right here."

"Good, good boy," I reassured him as I watched his eyes dart around the chair. I knew he was imagining me on the arms of the chair, or me using the hooks on the side of the chair for something kinky. 

"Whatever," I thought; I just knew that he wouldn't willingly leave that chair.

With that, I left and went shopping. 

Roughly half an hour later, the doorbell at our home rang. I was still shopping, and Paul, of course, had not moved. It took about 4 rings, but he finally eased out of the chair and peeked out the window. 

"Bloody hell," he thought as he saw my nineteen year old sister, Phoebe, ringing the bell.

As she continued to ring the bell, he quickly scanned the street, and, when he was confident that I was nowhere in sight, ran to the door.

He flung it open and practically screamed "What?" at my poor sister. 

"Easy, Paul," she said, "Toni asked me to come by."

"Oh, alright, well, you can wait for her or do whatever you need to do," he said, "I'll be in my room." He was practically already down the hall and back in his chair when he finished speaking.

Phoebe followed without missing a beat, "What's gotten in to you, Paul, are you alright?" she sweetly asked. 

"Yes, I'm fine," he tersely answered. "Why are you here anyway?"

"Toni told me that I could borrow a dress for a dance tonight so I'm going to try some on," she replied. 

She kicked off her shoes, and while nonchalantly rubbing one foot against her leg, began holding up dresses to her body while she looked in the mirror. 

This was maddening for Paul as he let out a barely perceptible whimper. Phoebe turned to him and said, "Paulie, can you wait in the other room?" 

He didn't notice that he had been called "Paulie," but instinctively he became more submissive. "I need to stay in my chair, please." He stated.

She calmly replied, "That's alright, Paulie, you don't mind if I try on some clothes, do you?"

She gave him a comfortable, sweet smile and continued, "I don't mind; in fact, I can be quite the exhibitionist." She gave him a slightly evil grin. "You might even like it, and it'll be our secret."

"Fine," he replied, barely listening, "I must stay in my chair," he mumbled, as if convincing himself. 

But he soon became enchanted as this 19 year old goddess began trying on his wife's sexy dresses. Phoebe was careful to never show her tits or pussy; that would have been far too obvious. But she let her feet dance around and rub each other and rub her legs, while trying different stockings under the dresses. 

She knew exactly what she was doing, but Paul had no idea that Phoebe knew about his foot fetish.

Finally, she approached him, wearing a tight, royal blue spandex mini-dress and matching blue thigh high stockings. She raised a stocking covered leg toward him and asked if he thought that color worked. He nodded furiously, while biting his lip. The pain in his belt was nearly unbearable. 

"Why are you so flustered, Paulie?" she innocently asked. 

As he stared at her, she acted as if she had just remembered something. "Oh, I know; I'm sorry I forgot; you need this key." 

Excitedly, she held up a key, "Toni told me to give you this while I was here."

He looked at it, totally confused as to what to do. On the one hand, he certainly wanted out of the belt, but, on the other, something told him that he should wait for me to return home. 

Before he reached a decision, Phoebe approached and arrived at his chair.

"I'll help you, Paulie, you've been so sweet to me today," she said sweetly.

She reached down over him and lowered his pants down, just a little and began fingering his belt. Her fingers quickly found his tip and began lightly feathering it, while soothingly talking to him that she would help him. 

Deep down, he knew that this wasn't right, but he couldn't bring himself to stop her. He needed the pain to stop, and he needed a release. As she unlocked the belt, her fingers freed his cock, allowing it to fully extend for the first time in a week. 

He relaxed back in his chair, as Phoebe softly spoke, "Oh, Paulie, baby, it looks so sore; let me help you make it feel better."

Before her words sunk into his brain, she perched herself on one of the arms of the chair and began softly rubbing her silk covered foot up and down his shaft. 

This sensation brought him to full alertness, but as Phoebe was softly and soothingly speaking to him, he couldn't resist. He had been in the belt six full days and had received no sexual relief, despite having endured my teasing of him all week and having spent much time with his hands on my feet and stockings.

"Oh baby, that's it," she said as she brought her other foot up, allowing her feet to form sort of a cup around his cock. "Just lie back, let my silk feet make it better, I'll make it better, uh huh, baby." Her feet began moving more rapidly, as she continued, "Oh, Paul, do it for me, think of me in those stockings, think of me naked wearing only stockings, think of me on your bed doing anything you want, Paulie. Oh, yes, think of my feet, baby, they can be yours; think of your hands on my feet, your tongue on my feet, my feet where they are right now, baby, on your beautiful cock!" 

He exploded with an intensity like he had never experienced as Phoebe's magic foot stroked and stroked. 

As soon as he began to shoot, I, Toni, quietly entered the room. I had been waiting just outside the room, having come home and slipped silently into the house during Phoebe's fashion show. 

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" I asked. Phoebe jumped up, as planned, while the now panicked Paulie, looking terrified, struggled to sit up and contain his still spurting cock.

To be continued... 



Foot Slave Ch. 03



I entered my bedroom and saw my husband in his chair with my sister on top of him. His pants were down around his thighs, and my sister was stroking his cock with her nylon covered feet.

At my first sign of his cock exploding, I spoke. 

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" I asked. Phoebe jumped up, as planned, while the now panicked Paulie, looking terrified, struggled to sit up and contain his still spurting cock.

As Paul sat up, fully exposed, Phoebe, said, "Quick get your belt back on!" 

A totally ridiculous suggestion, I had already obviously seen everything, but Paulie, now accustomed to taking orders, quickly squeezed himself back into it and locked it. Paul, staring at me, did not even notice as Phoebe casually picked up the key and tossed it to me. 

"I'm sorry mistress," he begged, "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry; I'm sorry; I'm sorry."

I just watched him expressionless as he continued to plead. Tears were forming in his eyes. 

"Enough," I said sternly. 

He froze and waited for my next words, but I was in no hurry to speak. I simply remained where I was, looking at him. I could tell that he was uncomfortable; his cock, still pretty hard, was crammed into his belt; his pants were still down, but he dared not move to try to correct them. 

"I am in complete disbelief right now," I said, "You pulled this stunt, and on a day on which we had incredible plans?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but I held my finger to my lips, indicating for him to stop. 

I said, "You need to not say anything right now, Paulie; you can only make it worse for yourself. You just stay in your chair and watch me pack."

He opened his mouth again but thought better of speaking.

"I'm so sorry, sis" Phoebe finally spoke.

Addressing her I said, "I'll deal with you later as well. Why don't you just sit on his lap, where you appeared to be so happy a moment ago, and stay out of my way."

"But, Toni," she interjected.

"In his lap, slut!" I directed her, my voice rising for the first time.

Phoebe gently took her position on Paul's lap, wrapping one arm around his shoulders, seemingly to maintain her balance. This placed her perfect boobs, straining against her spandex, just barely against his chest, but she pretended not to notice. She nonchalantly allowed her legs to push Paul's pants further down as she sat down, thus placing her feet & stockings against his bare legs.

Paulie looked at her feet and stockings, desperately trying to decide what to do. I knew that he was extremely aroused, but he dared not ask her to move, or say anything out loud for that matter. Phoebe had positioned herself so that her 19 year old body was as tempting to him as it could possibly be; plus, since I had interrupted his orgasm, he had not completed it and was still desperate for relief.  

I dropped my dress from my body, revealing the lingerie that he had watched me put on that morning. I left my heels on, and walked back and forth across the room in just lingerie and heels as I gathered my luggage, as well as clothing and other items for me to pack. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Paul, knowing that the sight of me like this, as well as my packing, was driving him mad. On his face, I noticed a grimace from time to time and was sure that the combination of my 'show' and Phoebe in his lap was causing great pain as his cock futilely tried to free itself from the belt.  

When I was done packing, I turned to them and spoke. "This is what you could have had today, Paulie." I posed in my lingerie and slowly raised my foot, dangling one of my heels at him. I knew that I was causing him both physical arousal and emotional pain. "I just don't know what to think of this situation right now, so, rather than saying or doing something that I may regret, I'm leaving." 

I let the sorrow register with him before continuing. "I'll sleep on it, relax for a few days and decide what to do. I will return and inform you of my decision one week from today. What do you say, Paulie?"

"Yes, mistress, thank you," he dutifully replied. 

I knew that he was so joyful to hear that I wasn't leaving permanently that he didn't even realize that it would be at least another full week before he had another chance at sexual relief. (And, since he had been interrupted, he hadn't even been fully satisfied this week) 

I turned to my sister, "You be here in one week as well; you are certainly a part of this." 

Paul would never catch on that this was a complete set up. I had simply needed an excuse to go back to the hotel that night and meet that handsome young businessman, so I arranged for Paul to be ready to explode and instructed my sister on how to innocently make it happen. I always wondered why the hell Paul thought I wanted him to stay in that chair, if not to enjoy Phoebe's show. Oh well. 

With that I left, drove to the inn and immersed myself in an evening of dining, dancing, and drinking with the young man, whom, as I predicted, was waiting for me upon my arrival at the inn. Later that night, I greatly enjoyed his lovemaking as I hadn't had sex that enjoyable ever. I even had multiple orgasms for the first time ever. 

I spent the next few days to myself, really I was bored, but I needed to wait a week so that Paul was fully back in his "needy" condition. That Friday, I drove home where Paul and Phoebe were waiting for me. I entered, and before he started to speak, I instructed him to go to our bedroom and remove all of his clothes; he was to return to me naked, in only his robe, and of course his chastity belt. When he returned a couple of minutes later, I asked him to take a seat on the sofa and remain silent while I spoke. I asked Phoebe to sit in a chair across from him, and I began.

"First, the rules," I said to Paul. "I am very close to saying to hell with this marriage and leaving, but I do feel that there is still something of value in this marriage."

Paul nodded as I thought to myself that his money was what was left of value.

"So, I will outline the rules of how this marriage continues. Any argument, comment, or hesitation will result in my walking out that door. I will download your video for all to see, ruining your business and then file for divorce, publically outlining your infidelity with my own sister. You will be ruined and disgraced; I, however, will be fine. You see, I am only 21 and still quite the catch." I paused and posed letting him see my body from all angles. He knew that I was stunning, and he nodded.

I continued, "Now, go to your safe, and bring me our prenuptial agreement." 

He began to pause but thought better of it and stood up and went to his office. He returned a couple of minutes later with some papers in his hand. 

I looked at the papers that I had been forced to sign a year ago and asked, "Is this the only copy, Paulie? You may answer."

"There are two copies, mistress, you have both copies in your hand," he answered.

"Very well," I replied, I turned to Phoebe, handed her the papers and instructed her to go to Paul's office and shred them, which she quickly did. 

"That's better," I said as I began to smile at Paul for the first time, "I like our marriage so much better without that nasty pre-nup hanging over my head." 

He was smiling since he had pleased me. 

"Now, the tough one," I said giving him a very serious look.

He sat back in the center of the sofa with a worried look upon his face. 

I asked Phoebe to stand next to me, which she did. Then, in unison, we both dropped our dresses to the floor. As he gasped, we both stood before him in matching white stockings, panties, bras and garter belts. He was particularly fixated on the garter belts, as I'd never worn one for him before. Phoebe dropped her hair out of its ponytail so that it was down like mine, and we looked like twins.

We each took a seat, on either side of him, and we began rubbing our stocking covered feet on his bare legs. As we did this, we untied the sash around his robe, letting it fall open. This allowed our hands, feet, mouths, and tongues to have unlimited access to his bare skin for teasing purposes. 

We rubbed, caressed, kissed and licked him all over for several minutes driving him into a state of total desire. 

"I thought that I was enough woman for you, Paulie, but I see that I'm not," I softly whispered as though I was saddened.

He opened his mouth to reply, no doubt to argue, but my look quickly reminded him not to speak. 

"Don't argue, baby, it's okay, I have accepted it." I said. As I spoke I pulled completely away from him, while watching Phoebe's continued rubbing. "See, Paulie, I'm not even touching you, and you're still awfully excited."

He looked to Phoebe, then to his crotch, almost trying to will his erection down, which of course was not possible, as she had taken his hand and was gliding it up and down one of her nylon covered feet.

"So, here's our solution, Paulie," I continued talking while bringing my foot back to his legs, then returning my body to its previous position against him. "Phoebe will move in with us and help me keep you satisfied. Everyone in town knows that we're better off than my mum, so they will just assume that you are helping her out. Do you agree, Paulie?"

He couldn't believe what he was hearing; he really only wanted Toni, but he surely would not turn down Phoebe. As this didn't really seem like much punishment, he quickly agreed. 

They took turns kissing him and thanking him for his gesture. 

"Oh, one other thing, Paulie," I added, as if it was an afterthought. 

He looked up, still smiling. 

"While Phoebe and I will pleasure you regularly, we'll need some pleasure on the side." I said, as he looked at me, becoming confused. 

I explained, "Unfortunately, a 37 year old man cannot hope to sexually satisfy a 21 year old and a 19 year old; so I now have an open marriage, right, baby?" 

Painfully, he looked at me, as I clarified, "Paulie, you just agreed that you need Phoebe to pleasure you sometimes," I gave a sad nod to him and continued, "I may have needs to be fulfilled while you're focused on her. You can't expect my needs to go neglected; that wouldn't be fair, baby." 

Knowing he had no choice, he answered yes.

"Ooh," I said, "You are such a good boy, today, Paulie, why don't we take that belt off for a while and celebrate, huh? You may answer."

"I would like that, mistress," he replied.

"Mistress Toni," I corrected.

Yes, Mistress Toni," he agreed. 

"You now have two mistresses, Paulie, myself and Phoebe, so you must specify which of us you are addressing at all times; am I clear."

"Yes, Mistress Toni," he answered. 

"Are you sure you want that, Paulie?" Phoebe asked while stroking his inner thigh.

"Yes, Mistress Phoebe," he answered. 

We both had him so worked up at this point that we knew he was simply our slave from now on. 

"About my allowance," I said, "What is that again?" 

As I asked, Phoebe unlocked his belt and released his cock. She was now taking full advantage of rubbing it against her nylons. 

"300 a week, Mistress Toni," he answered. 

Phoebe bent down and took his cock all the way into his mouth, swirling her tongue around it. 

"Paulie, baby, it was 300 before you cheated on me. Do you still think that's adequate?" I asked while taking his fingers in my mouth and placing them, now wet, inside of my pussy. 

As Phoebe briefly withdrew her mouth from his cock, he exclaimed, "500 a week, Mistress Toni."

"Oh, thank you, baby," I smiled and leaned back on the sofa allowing my feet to move up to his face where he could lick and suck them. 

"And, what about Phoebe, Paulie, she needs an allowance too," I asked.

"300 a week for her, Mistress Toni," he answered, after a brief second. 

"What was that, Paulie?" Phoebe asked. 

She sat up and stepped one leg over his body, thus she straddled him. She pushed her panties to the side and eased down, sliding his cock into her. She began rocking up and down bringing him nearly to orgasm. 

She then slowed a bit, so that he wouldn't reach climax and spoke lovingly to him, "I'm only worth 60% of what your other mistress is worth, Paulie? Is that really what you said? Wasn't your orgasm Friday the best one you've ever had? And that was mine, Paulie, all mine."

"Yes, Mistress Phoebe, but to also give you 500 per week may require me to dip into my savings from time to time," he managed to say, thinking that he had a valid excuse. 

"Well, that's okay, Paulie, I don't mind if my money comes from your savings, baby." Phoebe answered.

"Yes, that sounds okay to me too," I interjected. I pulled my feet from his face briefly so that he could look into my eyes. "Do you have a problem with that, slave?" 

"No, Mistress Toni," he replied, "I'll make it work. I may have to open more businesses in nearby towns and work longer hours, but I'll make it work." 

"Perfect, Paulie, you make it work." Phoebe and I said in unison. 

I then placed my feet back to his face and allowed him to lick them while Phoebe sped up her rocking, this time continuing until he exploded. 

"Oh, thank you, mistresses," he exclaimed, "Thank you so much." 

We just smiled at him, cleaned him up and put him back into his belt. (I wrapped the belt around him as Phoebe tucked his cock inside of it, then I locked it.) We knew that he was physically and emotionally spent, so we sent him on to bed, and we stayed up with a bottle of wine.

"Well, that went well," I laughingly said to my sister, after he had gone to bed.

"Do you think it will last, though?" Phoebe asked me.

"Of course it will," I replied to her, "The thing that I have learned from my research is that these subs with their fetishes quickly fall into the slave role because it stimulates them so much. Didn't you notice how easily he went back into his belt tonight? Or how he thanked us for practically taking over his life?"

"He basically was mine the minute I learned of his fetish." I continued, "My feet and his desires were a deadly match, at least for him."

"Thanks for bringing me in, Toni," Phoebe said. "I can't imagine my life living here and with all that money. I may even go to a university. What are you going to do?"

"Oh, just play around," I answered and laughed. "I married too young; I haven't lived. There are lots of guys out there that I want to experience." 

Looking at her seriously, I said, "We just need to remember to tease Paul mercilessly during the week, and give him some relief on the weekend. If we do that, he will serve us, and, more importantly, fund our lives forever."

"Sure," Phoebe agreed, "Besides, it will be fun wearing stockings around here all the time; it makes me feel powerful."

"Me, too," I agreed. "I have another idea that we'll implement; He'll get no relief following a week in which he doesn't earn enough to give us our allowances. One week of that, and he will start working 80 hour weeks if he has to in order to give us the allowances."

"Sure, but he said that he would just use his savings," she corrected.

"No, Phoebe, don't be silly," I responded, "We'll blow through his complete savings very soon. We'll find a reason to give him no relief next week; then we'll hit him the following week with needing all new wardrobes before we allow him to cum. A few weeks later, when he is especially needy, we'll demand all new home furnishings, and in a few months, we'll ask for something else. If we stretch his relief out a bit, he will happily agree to dip into his savings each time in order to provide us with anything we desire. Anything."

"Perfect," she said, "How do we explain all this new stuff and my living here to mum, though?"

"I've thought about that, too. I think in a few months or so, once we're settled, we might just decide to bring her in on this," I answered.

"What?" Phoebe asked, in shock.

"Think about it, Phoebe," I said, "She's divorced, still very attractive and closer to Paul's age than we are. She is a master manipulator and loves sex. We'll bring her in, and we'll have more time for us to go out. We might even get to travel some if she's here to provide Paul some relief."

"That does sound nice," Phoebe thought out loud, "And Paul will probably love her; she's much more experienced than we are. Have you ever noticed the way that she gets normal men to bend over backwards to please her? Paul will have no chance due to his fetish, and his being somewhat submissive. She'll have him eating out of her hand in no time."

"Exactly," I replied. 





To be continued...



Foot Slave Ch. 04



Things had been going quite nicely around the house for a while now. My sister Phoebe had moved in with my husband and me, and she had taken on her role as Paul's second mistress beautifully. 

When this arrangement began, Phoebe and I would constantly tease Paul, and we allowed him many opportunities for relief. For the first couple of months, he got released from his belt multiple times per week, Phoebe and I would alternate taking care of him, and sometimes even do it together. (This was clearly his favorite; he believed that this occurred when he had been especially good, or when we both needed him so badly. The truth was actually the opposite. Those sessions usually occurred when Phoebe and I were in a hurry or not in the mood, as he never lasted long.)

Giving him this much satisfaction so often was not part of our original plan, but we had rethought our goals and had decided that this was a way to get him permanently addicted to us, just in case he wasn't already.

Eventually, we slowly started extending the time between his releases. A day or so at first, then two; soon, without Paul even noticing we had him to a week or so between releases. We always rotated the days on which it occurred, so that unless he consciously thought about he wouldn't notice. It wasn't like it was every Saturday (which he would have picked up on); it was a Tuesday here, Thursday, there, then the next Wednesday, etc. 

Oftentimes when it had been an exceptionally long while, eight to twelve, maybe even fifteen days, we would come up with a reason to "reward" him. We called them "Special Treat Days." This was kind of an inside joke. He thought that it meant he was getting a special treat, when, in reality, Phoebe and I were.

We would get dressed up, remove his chastity belt and take him out with us. One of us would drive while the other sat with him in the back seat, teasing him throughout the drive, keeping him hot and bothered, but never allowing him to cum. We would allow him to rub and worship our feet while flashing him a bit. 

Most of the time our destination was a nearby shopping mall. We would go to stores and try on sexy outfits for him, always starting at the shoe stores. We would allow him to place the shoes on our feet as we tried them on, then we would model them for him, and, when the store employees weren't paying attention, stroke him with them and let him kiss them. We would stroke his balls, cock, chest, face and anything else we could touch. Not surprisingly, he always agreed to make any purchases that we wanted.

It was the same pattern in the clothing stores. Usually though, after Phoebe and I had decide which items we wanted, one of us would lure him into the dressing room and really turn up the teasing. Once, I stripped completely naked and had him lick my feet and legs completely. 

Another time, Phoebe had him strip while she did as well, and they began to have sex. Almost as soon as he entered her though, Phoebe faked that she thought that she had heard something and made him stop; then she got dressed, instructed him to as well, and they left the dressing room.

The real purpose of these long private teases was to distract Paul from the register area while the other one of us was making the purchases. Rather than simply paying for those items, we would instruct the clerk to open store charge accounts for us, using Paul's information, of course, but listing ourselves as authorized users. We would complete the necessary paperwork while Paul was distracted, then when he finally made it to the register, he would be so sexually wound up that he would want to just sign the papers and get out of there. He was never much of a shopper, and I'd have been willing to bet that he never even realized that he was opening all of these accounts. These accounts allowed us to come back whenever we wanted, without having to deal with Paul and get whatever we wanted.

Soon, of course, the bills would start to arrive, and he would catch on. The first time, he asked me to pay for it out of my allowance, but I acted angry and saddened by this request. I cut him off from me for a month, since I had paid my monthly bill. Phoebe pleasured him often that month though, thanking him each time for paying her bills for her. Our reactions demonstrated the traditional carrot & stick training approach to him first hand (my shutting him out vs. Phoebe's loving him often), and he never again brought up the bills. 

This was nice because we fell into a routine of our allowances growing unencumbered in bank accounts which we had set up in only our names, as Paulie covered all expenses. Plus, he was still preparing all meals and doing all of the housework. All we girls had to do was wear stockings and heels around the house.   

He paid all of the bills from his office, and he kept all of his account records locked up. Many of his accounts were from before our marriage, as he was much older than I. Therefore, Phoebe and I had no real guess as to how money he actually had, and thus, how much we should be trying to get from him. We could have easily made him show us when he was in one of his desperate states, but we felt that we could more effectively go after this money if he didn't know that we knew about it. This would allow us to work without his defenses being up.

We decided to find out sneakily; we knew that he paid bills on the first of each month, so without saying anything to him, we cut him off a couple of weeks before that. Then, on the afternoon of the first, we manufactured a big fight over practically nothing and told him that he would be cut off for the entire next month. He was devastated and moped around as I went to my room and began working on my hair and makeup. 

Paul and Phoebe ate around 7:00, in silence, as Phoebe was pretending to still be mad. (I was allegedly so mad that I wouldn't come out) Then Phoebe announced that she was going to bed early and went to her room. 

I heard Paul going to his office shortly thereafter. I waited about 15 minutes and also headed to it. Peeking in, I saw that he had everything unlocked, and papers spread all over and around his desk. 

I stepped into the doorway and whispered, just loudly enough to be heard, "Paulie, I feel bad about our fight, if you can come right now to my room, you can have me, but you need to hurry and be quiet because I don't want Phoebe to hear."     

He looked up and saw me, my blonde hair perfectly done, immaculate makeup, and standing before him in black heels and matching fishnet stockings, and nothing else, not even the lingerie that I often wore. My D cups were on proud display, and my pussy was freshly shaven, fully exposed and very inviting.

He practically leaped up, and I laughingly lead him to my room. I slowly undressed him, removed his belt and instructed him to lie on his back on the floor. I then circled him, lightly tracing his body with the toes of my heels, paying special attention to his balls and the underside of his cock with the tips of my shoes. I could tell he was in heaven as I then removed my shoes and stood over his crotch, one leg on each side of his body; I removed my shoes and placed one shoe on his chest and held the other to my face. I began licking the stiletto heel with long, slow licks, and then tracing my lips with the end of the stiletto. 

While doing this, I moaned, slurped and made it sound like I would achieve orgasm at any minute. I started to squat down while maintaining eye contact and continuing my tongue tease. He was so mesmerized by what my tongue was doing to my stiletto that he almost didn't realize that I was lowering my pussy onto his dick until it had slipped fully in. 

I was on top and in control as I slowly moved my hips up and down; I had taken his hand in mine and was now tracing my lips with it, as well as licking and sucking his fingers one by one. When his hands were nice and moist, I moved them to my boobs and had him rub and squeeze them. As he focused on that, I placed the heel that I had been licking to his lips, now finally allowing him to kiss the heel and, a few seconds later,I allowed the stiletto to slip into his mouth so he could suck it. My rocking sped up and soon brought him to a well-deserved orgasm.

Meanwhile, Phoebe had entered his office as soon as he had left it, and without disturbing anything, had photographed each document, as well as manually written down everything she could find, account numbers, balances, bankers' names, phone numbers, etc.   

When she was done she walked down to my room and when she could tell that we were done entered.

"You two are unbelievable," she said, "It's bad enough to only last about four hours into a month long punishment, but to make enough noise doing so as to wake me up? You have got to be kidding me!"

"Phoebe, you're right," I answered as I was snapping Paulie's belt back on. "I shouldn't have done this. I'll make sure that it doesn't happen again this whole month. "

"OK, Toni," she answered, "But it better really not; when we agree to a punishment, it should stick."

I nodded, and she turned to Paul, "My sister and I are talking; you may leave now."

Paul hurried away, thrilled to have gotten to cum and to have escaped further punishment. Thinking about the sex that he had just "gotten away with having," as we had made it sound, there would be no reason for him to suspect that we had really just been collecting his financial information.

As I heard him return to his office, I asked Phoebe, "Are the accounts good?"

"Oh yeah, Toni, they are really, really good," she answered.  



To be continued...



Foot Slave Ch. 05



Reviewing my husband's finances, which had been kept as kind of a secret from my sister and me, we found that he was in far better financial shape than we had previously thought, and we had thought that he was in really good shape already.

While I had distracted my unsuspecting hubbie, Phoebe had snuck into his office and gone through his financial documents. She had learned that he had one cash account with just over a 100,000 balance. Additionally, our house was completely paid for and there was a multitude of stock investments as well. 

Our plan remained to get everything eventually, but we decided to start with the cash account. We let the entire month proceed with no relief for Paul, despite our really ramping up the teasing. We graciously allowed him to return sleeping in our beds, on a rotating basis, but only after we made him promise not to disturb us by harassing or begging us for relief. He slipped up once, of course, but we added another week to his denial and he, from that point forward, dared not move, speak or anything else in bed without our prompting him. 

The real reason that he was allowed to return to our bedrooms, in addition to the teasing, was so that the other one of us could slip out for the evening. We had both taken to hitting the clubs on occasion for fun nights of drinking, dancing, flirting, and, occasionally, more.

We each allowed him to use his hands and mouth to bring us to orgasm occasionally, but rather than reward him, we simply told him what a good boy was and went to sleep. On the evenings in which he went to sleep first, we used our toys and masturbated, loudly enough to wake him up and drive him crazy. We could tell that he was awake each time, getting more and more frustrated, but he just pretended to be asleep motionless, worried that any action could be deemed as bothering us and would allow us to add another week to his denial. 

We had learned from past experience that if we waited until the precise date that his punishment was set to end, he was ready and focused on getting relief, and was actually more difficult to agree to things, as he knew that we had already promised him relief that day. 

So, this time, a couple of days early, the unsuspecting man came home after work and was surprised by the two of us waiting for him, dressed to kill. We took turns passionately kissing him and announced that he had been such a good boy that we were giving him one of our Special Treat Days early. We undressed him, removed his belt and instructed him to go put on a pair of shorts and a nice shirt. 

When he returned, we all went to the car, and Phoebe drove as I sat in the back with Paul. Instead of my usual tease, this time I remained nuzzled up against him the entire time, whispering into and licking his ears.

"Paulie, you have been so good this month; I don't know how you did it. You will get a big reward today baby, your Mistress Toni promises you that, baby." 

As I spoke, I crossed my stocking covered legs onto his bare legs (why else had we requested that he wear shorts?) and allowed my hand to stroke his inner thigh all the way up to his balls.

He was so focused on me that he hadn't even noticed that Phoebe had pulled into an auto dealership and parked. 

"Hey you two," she called out from the front seat, "Did you see these new sports cars, Wow! Let's just stop and take a quick look." 

"She's always loved looking at cars, Paulie; she just turned 20 you know," I added when Paul started to express something, which I knew would be that he would prefer to get to the mall. "Let's just let her walk around the showroom."

As we all got out of the car, we were greeted by a stunning brunette sales lady named Suzy. She was in a short, sexy suit with heels and sexy nylons, the kind with the dark line running up the back of each leg. She led us around each of the cars, discussing the features of each one. The words she was using were "sexy", "curvy", "Powerful" and the like. Each word really more accurately described herself than the cars. Paul's eyes never left her; of course, with her leading him and Phoebe and I on each side of him, even if he hadn't wanted to focus on her he would have had a hard time with it. Nonetheless, I was impressed that she kept him so focused on her that he never even glanced at the price of one of the cars. 

Of course, he had no idea that we had already been working with Suzy for a while, or that we were here on anything other than a whim. Actually, we had already done everything, including having his credit already set up. The contract was already prepared; all we needed to do was convince him to sign.

Without saying anything, Suzy lead us into an office at the back of the showroom and indicated that we three should sit on one side of the table while she glided to the other side. Paul certainly didn't notice that she slid the thermostat way up as she crossed the room. Things would heat up in the office soon, in more ways than one.

As we sat, with Paulie in the middle of course, she reached the other side of the table and raised her leg nonchalantly and placed her heel on her chair, giving us a great view, but not too obviously, as she said to herself, "Damn, I think I have a run in my new stockings." 

She looked over at us apologetically and asked sweetly, "Do you mind terribly if I fix this? I know it is not exactly professional, but this just drives me crazy." 

"Of course not," Phoebe answered, "It happens to me all the time. Please go ahead."

Suzy sensually pulled her skirt up revealing her lace stocking tops and began slowly, slowly rolling them off. 

She glanced up and softly spoke, "Sorry, I'm so slow, but I want to be careful that I don't ruin them anymore. I may be able to repair them." 

"No worries," I replied. "We're just here on a lark anyway." 

I turned to address Paulie, "You don't mind, do you?" 

He just barely shook his head as he didn't want to take his eyes off of her. 

As she slowly did one leg, then the other, Phoebe and I began rubbing our own legs against Paul's, and taking turns reaching under the table to either stroke him or take his hands in ours and guide them along our own stockings. 

This went on for a while, as Suzy took a leisurely time removing her stockings, folding them up, placing them in a drawer, then opening a new packet, unfolding them and rolling each of them onto a leg. 

When she finally sat down across from us, Paulie may as well have been hypnotized. She smiled and thanked us for our patience, then put a contract in front of us. 

"Let me outline for you the cost of the car," she stated. 

She began going through line by line of the contract, pointing at each portion of it with the end of her pen as she got to it. When not pointing, she brought the pen casually to her mouth where she would allow it to rest on her lips as she explained the point. 

We knew that Paulie loved this and was not hearing anything that she said; he was focused on that pen, her lips and her mouth. Additionally, Phoebe and I were physically bringing him to a breaking point, as we undid his belt and pants and allowed his cock to pop free. 

When this occurred, he broke his stare from Suzy and looked at me, horrified that he was exposed. 

"It's alright, Paulie," I leaned in and whispered, "It's under the table, no one can see anything, baby." 

He looked back at Suzy; she was still talking, but now casually tracing her ample cleavage with that pen. 

"Darn, I dropped an earring." Phoebe announced. 

She bent down to look for it, but instead of looking, when she got under the table, she quickly took Paul's cock into her mouth and moved her mouth up and down a few times. When Paul adjusted in his chair, Phoebe gave a little tug to his shorts. This pulled them down far enough to give us unimpeded access to his cock and balls for teasing purposes. She then returned to her seat.

"Did you find it, sis?" I asked. 

"Unfortunately, no," she answered.

"I'll look," I helpfully announced. I then went down and repeated Phoebe's actions on Paul's cock before coming back up. 

"Do you want me to come look?" Suzy asked.

"No," Paul nearly shouted, as Phoebe and I nearly laughed out loud, "I mean they'll find it themselves," he added trying to act like he was still in control. He was now burning up. The room was hot and so was he. He was very uncomfortable and beginning to sweat.

"Oh, you just want me to get to the bottom line, Paul?" she asked.

"Yes, yes, please," he replied.

"Well, Paulie, it's this number." She said as she pointed with the pen to a number. 

The number was just under 50,000. 

"Just initial here, and sign the bottom line, and the car is yours, or should I say Phoebe's?" She laughed, handed him the pen and smiled at him. 

"I don't think we are making a purchase today, but thank you for your information; we'll think it over." He replied.

"OK, then, no problem at all," she cheerfully answered. "Just keep me in mind when you decide to do something." 

Paul relaxed until she stood to walk to the door, and he noticed that Phoebe and I were standing as well. 

"Wait," he said. 

"What dear?" I innocently asked. 

Suzy was holding the door and waiting for us to leave the office. 

"I can't stand up right now." He said. 

We all knew that he couldn't because his pants were down, but he didn't know that Suzy was in on it, so he couldn't give a reason. 

"Do you want to continue looking over the numbers? Paul?" Suzy asked. 

"Yes, yes, that's it." He answered. 

"Sure, take your time." Suzy stated. "You don't mind if I freshen up my makeup before going back into the showroom, do you?" 

"No, of course, not," I answered. "You go right ahead."

As Suzy began teasingly primping, Phoebe announced that she was going to find her earing and disappeared back under the table. This time, she wasn't just teasing. She took his cock in both hands, and gave long, slow licks up the entire length of his shaft, focusing on his most sensitive underside. This would drive him insane, but she was not gripping or pumping so it would not bring him to release.

As Paul watched Suzy and felt Phoebe, I leaned in and whispered to him. "Paulie, baby, just sign the damn contract. Phoebe needs a car anyway, and she will take this as an incredibly sweet gesture, as will I." 

My tongue entered his ear as he answered me, "But, it's 50,000." 

"So, you can do that, baby, that's not a problem for a guy like you, Paulie," I directly told him. 

"Oh my God," he uttered, as he was watching Suzy reapplying her lipstick and tracing her lips with her tongue as Phoebe began taking his whole cock back into her mouth.

"What's that, Paul?" Suzy turned and asked.

"I think he just decided to buy it, right dear?" I asked, putting him on the spot. 

"Yes, fine," he answered, picking up the pen and initialing and signing the contract. 

"Great, Paul," Suzy answered, coming over and picking up the contract. She walked to the door, opened it and called another employee over. Handing him the contract, she instructed him to get the blue car ready and pull it around for us. 

She returned to her seat across from us.

"I don't know what it is, but I am awfully hot," she said. 

"Me, too," Phoebe answered, just back from under the table. Her hand was still underneath it, as was mine, slowly stroking Paulie, keeping him fully aroused and right on edge. 

Suzy stood and turned towards the wall, lazily let her suit jacket fall off of her and she placed it on a hook on the wall. As she turned back to us and sat down, Phoebe and I felt Paul's cock as it twitched to attention as she was in a strapless top that looked more like lingerie than a professional top.

She smiled while placing another contract on the table. 

"And here's the one for the red car; I understand that this one is for Toni," she teasingly said. "As you can see Paul, the numbers were exactly the same."

Paul was stunned; this completely blindsided him. "The red one, Toni's car, where the Hell did that come from?" he thought. He was certain that he hadn't heard any of this before.

As these thoughts went through his mind, I spoke, "Ooh, Phoebe, I think I see your earring. " And with that I disappeared under the table to continue his blowjob. 

As I slowly took him fully in my mouth, he groaned a little. 

"Is there a problem, Paul?" Suzy asked, "Anything I can clarify for you?"

As she spoke, she reached into a small candy dish on the table and picked up and unwrapped a small lollipop. 

"No, no just thinking," he answered. 

Suzy nodded, while casually licking the candy. 

Phoebe now whispered into his other ear, as I relaxed my pace below, keeping my moist mouth and tongue on him, but giving nowhere near the motion needed for him to climax. 

"Paulie, baby, you know that you can't buy one mistress a car and not your other one," she whispered. "I am honored that you thought enough of me to buy mine first, and I will reward you for that, baby."

Her tongue now explored his ear, before she continued, "But, baby, I'm just trying to help you out right now. Uh, huh, your Mistress Phoebe is trying to take care of you. Toni, as amazing as she is, I know you know what I mean, you feel it right now on your cock, don't you?" 

He nodded, as she went on, "Amazing as she is, can be a vindictive bitch, I'm sorry to say. I hate to think of how she'll treat you if she feels that you favor me over her, and that's how she might interpret your buying me a car and not her."

He nodded in slight agreement, still staring at Suzy. I couldn't blame him; she was beautiful. Additionally, what her mouth was doing to that lollipop had to be driving him completely insane. She would lick it, swirl her tongue around, take the whole thing in her mouth and suck, all while watching Paul from just across the table. 

"On the other hand," Phoebe continued, "I am sure that your rewards will be great if you buy it for her. She does do some amazing things sexually, you know."

Suzy had been looking down and gently rubbing her exposed cleavage, as though removing a smudge or something but now looked up at us.

"I can at least come help look for the earring," she announced and stood.

"No," Paul said quickly.

"Why not?" She quizzically asked. "I should at least help with that while you are thinking about the car.

Suzy began walking around the desk to our side, as Paulie became frantic to think of a way to stop her.

"Sign it, quickly, Paul, and she'll leave." Phoebe whispered.

"Yes, yes, but Suzy, I need you to take this and get the red car, please?" He announced as he signed the second contract and practically threw it at her to stop her from coming closer.

"Of course," she answered. She smiled, took the contract and left the office.

Phoebe and I stood up, straightened our clothes and instructed Paul to dress himself and come along.

"But I'm not done yet," he said.

"Of course not, silly, not here," Phoebe answered. "We can't have you making a big mess on Suzy's desk or carpet, can we? How would that look?"

Defeated, still full of cum and out 100,000, he buttoned his pants and walked out with us. He walked toward his car as we each walked towards our new cars, parked out front and ready for us. 

Suzy met us about halfway through the showroom and handed us the keys. "Each is full of fuel and ready to go," she announced.

"So I'll see you at home then?" Paul asked hopefully.

"Sure, baby, we'll see you at home on Sunday, Paulie." I answered.

"What?" he asked desperately, "It's only Friday."

"Of course it is, silly," Phoebe answered, "And your punishment is up on Sunday, remember? And we have these new cars so we are going on a quick weekend getaway." 

"Well, yes," he answered. "But, I thought there was a special reward this weekend mentioned."

"Of course there is, baby, "Phoebe replied while smiling, "You can stay out of your belt all weekend, that is, if you choose to."

"I wouldn't advise not wearing the belt, though," I said to him. "It has been a long time for you, and it could prove to be too tempting to be home alone, with access to all of my and Phoebe's silk clothes, heels and nylons. We also have lotions and oils available. Rather than quickly pleasuring yourself, I would suggest that you drive straight home, get back in your belt, and wait until Sunday. That way you'll be nice and full for us."

I turned and climbed in my car, started it up, and called out, "But, it's up to you, Paulie; have a good weekend." 

I backed the car up, then followed Phoebe out of the parking lot, leaving him alone, having been brought nearly to orgasm several times in the past hour and with all of the thoughts of going home to our soft clothes, lotions and oils that I had just placed in his mind.

"He didn't have a chance," I thought as I drove away.

To be continued...



Foot Slave Forever



I think I have the psychology to train husbands to be obedient. Let me explain.

I'm no fool. I know couples divorce so I have taken steps to make sure my husband Paul doesn't leave me. I have him locked up in a chastity belt. I have the key hidden. I am always filming him when our son has gone to bed. I make him suck my heels and worship me. I make him say 100 times every day, "I worship Princess Toni." Repetition becomes reality. I remember once he was nearly caught rimming me after a night out by our son coming downstairs for a drink.

I do have lovers but they are never spoken about. I think power is intoxicating and becomes the norm.

It all happened one day when my friend Joanne came over to book one of our frequent holidays with our lovers. Joanne told her husband that Paul would be going and it was really quite boring. I was drunk. Joanne more so. Joanne asked me how I got away with it so I showed her.

"Slave, come to Princess." Paul came in and did as expected. He knew about punishment so came and kneeled at my feet. I instructed him to lick my heels. Joanne was in awe but then joined in. A bit too much.

Joanne goaded Paul. She said "We are going with our lovers and I will make sure that Toni has a man a night. Maybe more."

Paul, as I observed attacked my heels with his tongue, I watched as he squirmed. He was getting a hard on. I tested it with my heel. I was amazed he had surrendered more control. I had numerous videos of him and made him get a large tattoo of my name on his chest. I would never mention theses of course as we had a son together. For that reason I always kept quiet about my lovers. 

"Slave, show me how I should suck another man." Paul responded. He was an expert. Joanne shoved her heel in Paul's mouth. She was a good friend and I had got Paul to pay for her holiday. I didn't mind her teasing Paul because he was locked up. Joanne, with the drink, was telling Paul that she would bring men back to the house for me and her. Paul started kissing my legs. He wasn't talking though.

Oh the holiday was bliss. I met with Danny my on off hot Spanish lover. I liked to face time Paul whilst Danny was licking me out. Paul knew. I checked he was doing his mantra everyday. Joanne disappeared with her lover then surfaced after 3 days. We were worn out.

Back to home and I did love Paul. I wasn't using him. He let me take control. I realised by keeping him locked up he was obedient. I didn't want sex with him. The hassle of unlocking him was too much. I needed help. I invited Joanne around.

We had a plan. Joanne and me took our places on the couch. Just one word sufficed. "Slave."

Paul dropped to his knees. I made him take breaks and in between worshipping Joanne and me I got him drunk. Now the fun started. I wanted Paul to admit his fantasies. I would let Joanne to take control in case I had figured him out wrong. Every man has a breaking point.

Joanne made Paul stand up and then she rubbed her bum up and down Paul's crotch. She coyly asked, "Mmmm, I know it turned you on when I was on holiday with another man." Paul nodded. He was caught. I was filming him with Joanne. I could divorce him and use the video. Also Paul would have a lot to answer for to Joanne's husband.

Joanne carried on teasing him. Paul was so weak, bless him. Joanne stuck her breasts in Paul's face. "Oh Paul, you would do anything to please me wouldn't you." I stopped filming. The next part was the crunch moment. Joanne grabbed him by the crotch. "Paul, I am going to bring my friend round and he will spend the night with Toni and me." Paul was in a daze. He couldn't answer. He had been locked up for three months. "You will take your son to your mum's house and leave us here. My husband will think you are here."

Paul agreed. I made Paul prepare me for the weekend. The difference being I could carry on the night at home. Joanne had done her job. I had found Paul out without it backfiring. The situation now is that my lover Steven stays with me all the time. My son think's he's friends with daddy. Paul sleeps at the foot of the bed. I have control over Steven as well. I make them compete with each other for my attention. I shall post again.



Foot Slave to Three Women



v If I dared to cover my ass with my hands she would deliver at least 10 extra smacks really hard. I was told to kneel with my butt high in the air at least once a day while she took great pleasure in my punishment. After my "whipping" I would beg her to allow me to lick her until she said to stop, as I was her pussy slave. If I did not please her satisfactorily, I would get additional punishment with the paddle. I was forbidden to touch or kiss her feet without permission and she used my submissive foot fetish to dominate me to her desire. When she wedges her fourth finger inside my crap

Often I was made to jog behind her in the afternoon in her satin black skin-tight work-out spandex and pink thong which high-lighted her beautiful ass cheeks. I often had a hard-on because she made me sleep with my bare cock against her silky soft legs and I rarely had permission to "be inside her." I usually was allowed to rub my hard penis on her blonde pussy hair until her clitoris was stimulated into orgasm several times and when she did allow me inside of her, I was merely her fuck-toy. She made me cum on command or be whipped soundly and if I came without permission I was denied an orgasm for a long time, usually weeks. I was there to please her pussy and she said she enjoyed seeing me naked with a hard, purple penis quivering in the air. I was told to "be hard for her at all times or be whipped.

Well after jogging behind her for miles, she would have me kneel and remove her jogging shoes and socks and lick the hot sweaty soles of her feet, and she would often rub my face with her warm scent. Afterwards, I had to hand wash all of her panties, socks, pantyhose and bras in the sink while bare ass naked while she soaked her feet in a hot tub of water and read books or watched television. Then I had to put them on the clothes line outside with clothes pins wearing only shorts so that the lady next door could ogle my butt and see what a subservient husband I was. Miss Jennifer teased and denied me also by having me worship her anus every night. I became her ass slave at night after I cooked, cleaned and served her dinner. After dark she would have me go outside naked to fetch more wood for the fire, then she would have me lay in front of the fire and she would perch her lovely ass cheeks on my face. She would have me tongue her anus and lick it and she often slapped my cock around and laughed at my predicament.

On more than one occasion, Miss Jennifer would invite Miss Celeste over so that they could be served dinner by a naked servant. Miss Celeste delighted in having me sniff her nylon feet and having me massage them before dinner while they enjoyed some drinks on the deck. In the backyard, I was only allowed to wear short gym shorts which prominently highlighted my throbbing hardness. Once we were back inside the house Miss Celeste always delighted in having me kneel before her naked with my hands at my sides while she dominated me by running her silky nylon foot down my naked shaved penis, being sure to run her nylon foot seam on the sensitive head and making it snap back to attention after she held my bare penis down for an eternity. My pleading and begging only delighted them and encouraged more teasing and torment. I would quiver at the sight of Miss Celeste's nylon foot in anticipation of what was to come. She knew exactly how run the big nylon seam into the pee hole of my hard penis to elicit the precum on my penis. If my hands were not kept at my sides I was paddled by Miss Celeste and that was really humiliating because she thoroughly enjoyed every smack on my cheeks.

Miss Jennifer always let Miss Celeste punish me whenever she pleased and so my butt cheeks would also clench and quiver whenever Miss Celeste got that superior smug look on her beautiful face. She would hand me her hairbrush and make me brush her lovely auburn hair while she dangled and swung her foot around and around in circles, curling her toes in delight. When I was done brushing her hair she would use the big wooden handled hairbrush on my bare upturned bottom. Usually, she made me lie over the footstool , but sometimes she would put me over her nylon legs so that my face was close enough to smell her feet.

Miss Jennifer often lent me out to her other friends as a week-end slave and Miss Sara's house was usually where I would end up, cutting grass, washing her car and being her naked mop boy. Miss Sara always had plenty of ashtrays to empty and clean and girlfriends over to add to her amusement with me. Miss Sara enjoyed walking around barefoot and even bragged that she wore no shoes to work at the law firm where she was a legal secretary because her boss was a "foot-wimp." I was to fetch the large bottle of skin lotion whenever Miss Sara snapped her fingers and kneel at Miss Sara's feet to massage them. If they had a layer of dirt on them, I had to tongue clean her entire foot with my mouth before proceeding with the foot cream and massage portion of the ritual. Miss Sara was a haughty blonde with glasses and a petite body which was to die for and she cruelly teased and displayed her boobs, ass and pretty size 5 feet before my longing eyes.

Unbeknownst to Miss Jennifer, Miss Sara also ordered me to worship her asshole several times a day, and she kept a short cat 'o nine tail whip in her purse, which she cruelly used on my bare shaven balls whenever she pleased. I was also made to swear an allegiance to Miss Sara that I was her asshole and foot slave, for Miss Jennifer had forbidden me to ever even or lick Miss Sara's high arched size 5 feet, much less her rosy red asshole. Miss Sara's girlfriends came over to laugh at me and use me for pedicures and foot massages. Miss Sara would often have me kneel at the front door and kiss their feet as they entered. Then I was to fetch a warm pan of water and give them pedicures and paint their toenails. These pedicure parties often went on for hours and late into the night on week-ends, with me as the only foot slave. I had to light their cigarettes, fetch ashtrays and drinks and empty ashtrays and bring them back clean. Miss Sara liked to have me smell her canvas Keds sneakers, which had dark foot imprints in the soles from whenever she did wear shoes so they could all laugh at how my shaved penis would grow erect at the scent of her sneaker foot scent. They often pinched my big nipples, my butt or rubbed my bare shaved balls to elicit such a response. I usually was dripping pre-cum from all the stimulation and throbbing constantly.

Miss Sara would pose her feet in front of my face and make me smell them as she curled her foot and pointed her toes. The ladies would laugh when I would drool and quiver in excitement. They called it the "Pavlov's Dog" experiment. Sometimes I would be made to hump their legs like a horny puppy dog and they would often put a collar and leash on me and walk me out in the backyard and make me lift my leg and pee. They would have me lick up spilled beer or food, often having me beg for crumbs or even make me smell their skimpily covered crotches. If I dripped pre-cum on the floor they would make me lick it up, often after slipping their toes in it and then they would use a rolled up newspaper to punish my cock and balls.