She again smiled like a brat who just got her own way. "Good boy. Now, do not stop kissing my feet no matter what. I am going to list to you a set of rules that you must follow for the rest of this party. If you can follow them successfully, and I can see that you really are dedicated to serving me, then I will allow you the pleasure of being my very own personal holiday slave. This is your desire, remember that. Be very grateful I am even giving you this opportunity." she said to me while I kissed at her feet across the same spots my lips have already covered. "Before I get to the rules though, who did you come here with?" she asked. We grinned stupidly at each other for far too long and probably both laughed inwardly. Eventually, Rebeccas cheerfulness was replaced by a thoughtful expression, she played with one of her fingers on her lips and held my hand with hers. Once I was confident that she would be satisfied with the job I had done, while still massaging her foot, I built up the courage to look up at her. She was still attending to herself taking no care in the world at what I was doing. When our class ended we went on our way home, we didn’t talk about anything foot-related, just casual stuff like what we would cook this evening and if I could lend her my notes later. When we came through the small park that was located between our apartment and the university Rebecca grew silent for a few minutes, only to burst out excited shotly after.

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. More pillows flew towards me like missiles, and Rebecca laughed in a mixture from amusement and sheer outrage Apr 23, 2020I didn't liked the chapters with Lauren. I didn't like her in fact. I think don't like this kind of lady.Great!” Rebecca smiled. “And I promise it will be worth your time.” There it was again, the spark in her eyes. I knew what that meant. I sighed smirking, a mixture of excitement and tightness in my breast.

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. 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.The next day came and I got out as soon as I can and headed for the boat. When I arrived, there were plenty of groups each in a minimum of 3. Everyone seemed so friendly and welcoming though, so it wasn't as awkward as I thought it would've been. People were simply looking forward to enjoying an amazing booze cruise and getting drunk to the point where they would be trying to balance even once off the boat. The boy:girl ratio was also unreal; there were literally about 80 girls and roughly 11 guys including myself. Once the boat took off after the captain recited the rules (such as no jumping off the top of the boat), the drinks started flowing. Hey, you're out of the sea already?! And who's this you're sitting with?" one of them asked while motioning towards me. I was afraid she would mention what had just happened. Surely she wouldn't be cruel enough to tell her friends about what had just occurred here, and of course how it got to occur in the first place. Everything my mistress commands.” She nodded too, satisfied with my answer, stood up and placed herself behind me, a few inches away from me. Her arms where on her hips and the smile on her face was gone, instead she looked me expectant and forced-serious in the eyes. Her voice when she said the following was almost empty of emotion. 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. 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.

I see you haven't logged in since May 2020, but I hope you see this. If so, please private message me. Why can’t I? Do you think I’m naive enough to never have heard anything about foot-fetishism before?” Edit: I cant, becauseof the word limitation per post. So I'll give you the rest of the chapters here. I'll alsolink you the drive-textswhere I wrote this story and which is imo the best place to read them.Come on, you know I’m always in for some kinky stuff, and we’re friends, so why not have some fun?” 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. 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. I was speechless considering how much she enjoyed this, and how well she played her role. Ignoring the aching in my pants, I bowed my head even deeper and replied