Foot Worship: The Training of A Foot Slave

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I didn’t know what to answer. I felt I started sweating, and not because of the heat but because I had no idea how much exactly my friend knew or suspected. 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.

That dog bowl experience seemed quite intense. Well, it would have been for me, anyway. LOL. The foot massage one was very hot. I climbed the ladder and struggled to the boat, eventually falling to my hands and knees as all the energy had been taken away from me. I thought to myself about what had just happened; I saw a girl who was in desperate need of help from drowning or drifting too far away from the boat, and after saving her she treated me like a lowly slave. On top of that, I accepted it and let her do it and she probably knew it. A second later, I noticed the most beautiful foot appear before my eyes about 5cm from my face. It looked about UK size 4 and had a very natural tanned but soaking wet top. The toenails were clear polished and looked very looked after. I noticed an anklet too which in my opinion multiplies any female foot's sexiness. The most amazing part of the foot though was not the toe nails or the anklet, it was the very high and incredibly sexy arch. Without a doubt, this was the most beautiful foot I had ever seen in my entire life. After staring at it which could have been a few seconds into the moment where it becomes questionable, I managed to look up and see who this divine foot belonged to. Sure enough, it was the girl I had saved out in the sea. She stood towering above me, hands on her hips, the sun right behind her head in my view adding to the Goddess complex she already had on me. She had long light-brown hair which was blowing furiously in the wind and green eyes with enough colour to hypnotise any man who looked into them. I thought to myself that it was no accident that her foot landed where it did, and she meant for it to obstruct my view of the wet floor of the boat to get my attention. To me, it showed a huge amount of dominance and power which she surely had over me already with only 8 words being exchanged between us. She smiled and said approvingly "good job!" as she proceeded to find her belongings. Although I expected a thank you, I felt very proud as she said those words. She said it as if a thanks wasn't even required. Regardless, it was enough for me and gave me the strength to get up, get my stuff and head to a booth downstairs of the boat. I let myself get carried-away in the moment, Rebeccas simple but unbelievable soon wish surprised me completely, and the obvious mixture from her friendliness and cheerfulness with her curiosity and new-found sadism excited me, and turned me on to no end. So I replied to her statement by holding her stare and bowed my head slightly. Actually, I don’t!” She laughed wholeheartedly, letting me go and grabbing her book to leave the kitchen before me. “I’m just a good learner… so don’t fall behind, yes my little, lovely foot slave?”Definitely. I wouldn’t do something like that with a stranger, but since it’s you, why not? At the very least this will be interesting.” But I finally got my gift at the end of the night and it was amazing. First she led me into the kitchen and told me to get on all fours. Then she revealed the gift from the cupboard. Is it hard, my cute, little pet? Don’t worry, It wouldn’t be a punishment if you wouldn’t have to struggle a bit.” Thank you again for this, Rebecca. I know this is somehow sexual, and thereby awkward, but it means a lot to me that I got the chance to enjoy my love for feet for once, and I won’t’” Rebecca remarked teasingly, I looked forward to the next minutes overjoyed, and answered “Yes, Mistress. What do you want me to do?”

I started slurping up the rest of her Golden nectar. It was really clear and had sort of a very diluted sweet flavor.. kinda like how Hint water has subtle flavors of fruit. Except.. it didn’t taste like any fruit lol. She left the kitchen, not without giving the giggling Rebecca a gentle chop on the head, and we were alone again. No, actually I think you were. And so was I. But I also think that you’re not entirely sure yourself how serious you were.”

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It felt pretty good, your could breath between my steaming toes. I could get used to that, really. But that was only the smell, wasn’t it?”

At the age of 21, only a few years ago, I had the pleasure of taking what was originally a relaxing holiday on the sunny island of Lanzarote. It was a 10-day trip, but for the rest of my life I will not forget a second of it. I took a deep breath and readied myself, convincing me this was not a dream, this was still real, and I had to do a good job so Rebecca would be satisfied with my work in the end. And her wonderful, perfect bare feet were waiting for me, dripping with smelly sweat. I put my fingers on the shoelaces of her left boot, only to be stopped by Rebecca withdrawing it from my hands. I looked up to her to find out what was my mistake, she slowly shook her head with a small smirk. She told me about some clowns on Fetlife messaging her, begging to be her slave and she doesn’t really want anymore so she’s been telling them to tribute her and then she might consider them, which causes most to go away. Lol I’ll probably continue posting any nights I find noteworthy. The first few posts will not likely be chronological. But I hope you all enjoy my retelling of the nights I worship her. Rebecca threw her bag in a corner without a care in the world, sat on her bed and sighed in a relaxed manner.Rebecca took her sweet time to look up from her book, she smiled at her friend innocently and wiggled her toes.