Foot Worship: The Training of A Foot Slave

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If at any moment I embarrass, humiliate, and expose you for being the submissive little foot freak that you are, you don't complain about it. 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.” 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?” Rebecca took her sweet time to look up from her book, she smiled at her friend innocently and wiggled her toes. I still hesitated. This was too perfect to be true. It was like a bad fetishmovie, only that this was my friend, and my apartment, and it was real. It was really happening. My fantasies were about to come true, and Rebecca was actually OKAY with it, no, she wanted it even.

This stuff is sooo fake-y! I mean seriously, who does that in private?!” she shouted while exerting her arms to her sides in an irritated manner. I laughed at her obvious criticism for mainstream-fetishporn, and she throwed her pillow at me. I started kissing her left foot over and over. “Get up.” She said again. I rose to my knees. “Take your glasses off.” I took them off immediately looking up at her beautiful face. “Close your eyes.” I closed them as she instructed. There was a brief pause and then she slapped my face pretty hard. She started to rub her feet up and down on my face and I kept inhaling fast and intense, I felt like I would become high on her foot-smell soon, if not completely addicted. She spread her sweat over my entire face.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. We chilled a bit more. Goddess asked Wendi if she wanted me to massage her feet, but she was self conscious that she hadn’t had a pedicure in a while and said maybe someday after she gets one. Goddess told her I don’t care about that, but Wendi was like “Well I DO.” We gave her friend a ride home and chilled a bit at her place. I met the fur babies. 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. I’m so over the moon right now. Goddess had me over for dinner and then I gave her the new shoes I bought her and she loved them. I worshipped and massaged her feet while she relaxed and enjoyed her show and talked to her friend on the phone. I meant every word. Two days ago, I would have never imagined I could tell my best friend something so embarassing, but now I just didn’t care anymore. Rebecca smiled down to me, blushing slightly.

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. Yes, I am serious. But let’s do quid pro quo - You worship and massage my aching feet when I come home, as trade-off you help me more frequently with my homework and invite me to lunch in the cafeteria when I feel like it. What do you say? Deal?”

It was like she rammed a hammer against my head. I couldn’t stop myself from flinching, and she noticed, which only made her smile even wider. So she did notice something the evening two days ago, I thought to myself. But no use in lamenting about that now, I had to save what I still could. 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.