Foot Slave For Hire

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So this is the type of Women ; who capture my affections for a very long - long period of time . These are the type of Women who are sophisticated & classy enough to hold down a Man , more like myself . So I am asking you directly this one Question , " Are you that Woman ? " well I want to tell you something, you admired my feet in morning don't you? Well that is the result of your uncle being my slave when he is here. I really I have the feeling I made the better deal.” I said while lowering my face to her feet and giving them a last, long kiss.

I exhaled slow and strongly. Then my body relaxed, I grabbed Rebeccas hand and she pulled me up before we both sat down on her bed next to each other. May I look your boots Sir?" is a sign of interest, if he's a stranger, and a sign of subservience and ownership if he's someone with whom you have an established BDSM relationship. the toilet even, DO YOU UNDERSTAND??? It is you, which is going to be my toilet here after UNDERSTAND?? And most importantly, you will be dined at my feet, I

This dude James was wary about my advances

Actually Tom, there is a question that I have”, she opened her legs and let them dangle from the bed. She looked at me in a more serious manner then.

One thing I wasn’t sure about, is if I were to become her foot slave, I would have to live in the same house as her, and since we were both living with our parents still even though we were taking college classes, I was unsure of how that would work. I decided I was getting ahead of myself and simply awaited for the following day. Nighttime arrived, I set my alarm for 9 am just to give myself plenty of preparation time, and went to sleep. When I woke up, I performed my daily tasks, made sure I was dressed well, and waited. I received a message at 9:56 from Marisa reading: “You may now come to my domain, soon to be slave.” It was weird how I was looking forward to her calling me her slave. Regardless, I immediately ran to my car, jumped in, and drove as fast as I legally could to her house. Once I arrived, I parked near the crib of her house, and looked up. Turns out, her parents must have it good, cause she had what seemed like a small mansion, I was surprised a house like this wasn’t in a gated community. I took a deep breath, got out of my car with a full bouquet of roses that I bought the previous night and went to her door. The about-to-be-whipped slave respectfuly crawled after his mistress’s brown ankle boots, down two flights of stairs and into the rather gloomy and cold punishment room. The two girls burst into uncontrollable laughter, obviously still under the influence combined with being in a very high and upbeat mood. I could feel the blood rushing to my face as my head sunk lower out of pure embarrassment. Even so, 'personal holiday slave?' I thought to myself. It is everything I could have dreamed of, except it was really happening. Even though I had just met this girl, there is nothing I wouldn't do for her. I would go through the harshest pain if it meant there was even a small chance of giving her the slightest pleasure. I definitely wanted to dedicate myself to her and wanted to prove that I am worthy enough to be her 'personal holiday slave' but I had no idea how far she would take it. all of the usual rules apply. weed out all rude, ignorant, and disrespectful people. dont even respond if they can spell 99% of the response correctly. a good foot slave candidate will take a lot of pride in his response to you.Message #4: So, let me start by telling you that I had an experience with a short-term boyfriend a few months ago. Alex knew I had this experience which is probably why she knew she could… persuade me. . Let’s assume these ‘Worship-sessions’ need us both to be mistress and slave, always. So what do you think where you should be in this sessions, always?” She asked with a sweet and lovely, but challenging voice while looking in my eyes. I immediately understood, kneeled before her and placed my forehead directly in front of her punky leather boots. Right…” I responded uncertain what to say, now that it was seemingly over, so Rebecca took that part for me.

So… does this make me officially your foot slave?” I asked, trying to sound casual. She seemed to think about it seriously for a moment, before she smirked again. Aysha was quite quiet during the drive home. She was quiet not because she was upset, or angry with her personal footslave who was kneeling in the car at her feet. Rather, she was concentrating on deciding what his punishment for his disobedience should be. In the following weeks, our group continued to meet up since we still had summer break. Daniel acted completely normal, which made me feel secure that our secret would remain intact. Unfortunately, due to the group dynamic, I didn't have a chance to spend time alone with Daniel. Time went by, and nothing significant occurred.

We were all devastated. When did we lose the little boy who would run up to us all for cuddles? He would turn up to the house so high that Mum often feared for her own safety. But I’m not entirely wrong?” I mused. Rebecca avoided my stare, but couldn’t keep her lips from rising. Well guys, today is Friday and tonight I have to visit my Queen. I do not feel the weekend now, as I am under her. I think you enjoyed the life I am having But my favorite act involving feet is when I'm inside someone with their feet resting on my shoulders. I love running my tongue up their sole before nibbling or biting into their heel, depending on their pain threshold and preference. For me, this taps into this primal, more animal energy. As my teeth bite into their heel, I bury myself further into them."

Rebecca didn’t answer to my empathic statement, instead she showed me a subtle blush and a smirk towards her knees. Aysha’s parents were already there, as was Abdul, holding the brown leather bull-whip coiled up like a pet snake in his right hand. Oh pray, mistress Aysha, please have mercy on this no-good, insubordinate footslave. Please punish him and make him realise the error of his ways. Please beat me, mistress!”.

Kagami Taiga x Reader Foot Fun by Light417, literature

Her gentle caressing of my hand with her slender fingers showed me how uncertain Rebecca was, despite the stunning, dominant aura she emanated only minutes ago. She was that ambivalent kind of person. I smiled playfully and wiped the sweat from my face. As Alan was led into the pub, it took every ounce of energy I could muster to stop myself falling to my knees and sobbing. That is not how I wanted him to remember the reunion – I wanted it to be a happy occasion; a new and positive start. So, instead, as I held him in my arms, my face crumpled into his shoulder. I never wanted to let him go again.