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. No, boy. Apologise for hurting my foot, and then get down and kiss my feet. Kiss my feet better for hurting it with your leg" was her answer. Now, putting on her flip flops while down on my knees felt like the easiest decision I could make. She wanted me to kiss her feet now in front of everyone? The entire time this was going on, her two friends were sat there laughing in hysterics as their stunning friend continued to humiliate me purely for her own amusement. She saw the questionable look on my face. I know you’re both super lovey-dovey, but it must bother you too, Tom. You could condition her a bit more.” Rebecca held her beautiful face inside my room, her brown hair was bound in a messy tail again and she smiled mildly.

She didn’t wait for a response, and instead of saying something I hoped that Nelly and Ray didn’t overhear any of that. Rebecca became far too less cautious by the day, but then again, that just showed her easygoing and carefree personality. The next days were filled with me getting presents for a few, chosen people, Rebecca before everyone else. And trying to figure out what she could have planned for christmas. Which kind of video she researched this time.

Deviation Actions

I lowered my face and smelled her urine. Then I started lapping it up with my tongue. “T-Thank you Goddess..” I said weakly. She laughed and asked me “How’s it taste?” Hey, I'm a hobbyist author which writes non-sexual stories and articles since ten years and I started writing footfetish-stories anonymously around one year ago. I'm german so my english might still be awkward many times, but from my watchers on deviantart I hear it really got better over time. Aye aye” I responded and did as Rebecca told me. Then I also dropped my bag on the floor and looked at her - For a moment I wasn’t sure if I should sit on one of Rebeccas chairs or on the floor before her, smart as she was she understood and helped me in my dilemma.

She left the kitchen, not without giving the giggling Rebecca a gentle chop on the head, and we were alone again. Under your feet, mistress.” I answered. Rebecca didn’t let the chance slip and put her right foot on my head, I could feel the weight of her enourmous boot on me and didn’t move in the slightest.But then I decided that wouldn’t be a really punishment, would it? A punishment is meant to correct misbehavior. You misbehaved, so I must condition my slave.” The sweetness of the last sentence gave me new strength. She was right. Rebecca was right. I was impertinent. Sure, it has only been one day, but if I wanted to stay her foot slave for a long time, I needed to be absolutely obedient. I mustered a small You had fun. I had fun. It was hardcore alright, and exhausting, but it was still far beyond great. And I am your foot slave. I was insolent. You punished me. 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.