Confessions of a Foot Slave

Humiliation and Domination

Confessions of a foot Slave For this devoted submissive, “heel” has two meanings, and torture is heaven when it is inflicted by his dominant Mistress. They call me “The Submissive One.” By “they,” I refer to my neighbours, Katherine and her daughter, Renee. Both of these fine females have helped me express and profess my basic and true self. Bless them.
Katherine, with her firm, British-like demeanor, has taken me into the lifestyle. It is a different side of sensuality, a darker, more intense side. From our earliest days together in my youth, I have distinct memories of this woman’s strict ways, her beautiful ways. She singled me out even then, knowing someday I would only exist to do her bidding.
If Katherine isn’t flogging me or attaching clothespins to my balls and nipples, then she’s using her fantastic feet to give me a ball crushing. If she’s not applying penis discipline—oh, how I hunger for that painful pleasure—then the woman is verbally abusing me, humiliating me, putting me in my proper place. My proper place is to be her love servant, as well as her foot slave.
Like her mother, Renee is equally adept at the dominant foot displaying lifestyle. Like her mother, she realizes that women rule. To look at them, one wouldn’t think of the two as mother and daughter. Katherine is as young and vibrant as her offspring. Both are kindred spirits of the night, true princesses of darkness.
Along with Renee and myself, Goddess Katherine works out at a health club in a nearby village. So many men eye-fuck these woman, and for good reason. Katherine and Renee are mirror images of each other, sensuous and charismatic.
Leg men sit up and take notice when these two women arrive on the scene. If their sexy legs are dressed in Lycra, every curve, every sweet sex line is outlined. Muscular, yet refined and distinctly feminine, their legs are portraits of pleasure—eye-appealing portraits that make all men connoisseurs of fine foot art.

Both women have dark brown probing eyes, wavy brown hair and curvy figures. With her nipples pierced, as well as her cunt lips, Katherine exudes a youthful aura, mirroring the magic of her daughter. Renee is larger in the chest than her mother and gloats when I suckle the fantasy milk there. Being dominated by one foot goddess is a pleasure. Being subdued by two is pure heaven.
Both dominant women have tuned into my submissive role in life. Oh, indeed, I had lofty ambitions after college and university, but I just never seemed to make the grade. As Katherine reminds me during a foot walk over my tender groin, I just “don’t have the right stuff.” Others in the data processing field prospered while I lagged behind like a lowly mongrel.
Inadequacy plagued me for a time. My sexy neighbours help to administer the pleasurable punishment I so deserve for my inadequacies in life. Let me make something perfectly clear. Our erotic lifestyle is not one of brute force. I could easily subdue both women in a breath. But I don’t want to. I prefer to serve them and worship them.
It was sexy Renee who first experimented sexually with me and had her way with me. Living next door to them on Fairview Avenue, I was always around Renee and her social circle. I admired her from afar in our youth and would masturbate until my cock was raw and weary, always dream-dicking my neighbour in a foot fantasy. She had then, and still has now, the most delectable feet I’ve ever seen.
Our first time happened accidentally and set the glorious tone for the lifestyle that now defines us all. Since her divorce, Katherine had called upon my services around her sprawling blue colonial. I’d trim the bushes, cut the lawn and do various odd jobs indoors. It was easy money for a college student at the time.
Katherine had hired me to paint a few rooms while I was on half term. Throughout that warm sunny day, Renee was always around, teasing and flirting with me. As I painted, she’d stand in a provocative fashion, knowing I was lusting over her sensuous legs. I wanted to lick a wet trail from her little piggies, up her muscular calves and fleshy thighs to her young pussy. The tight shorts she wore hugged her flaring hips. When she walked away, her exaggerated hip movements drew my hungry eyes to her swaying ass cheeks and the glimpse of creamy white flesh peeking out from the denim short shorts.
At one point during the day, Katherine went to the mall. I took a break from painting and headed toward the kitchen for a cold drink. But my destiny was to feel hot once I passed the bathroom and noticed the partially opened door.
I slammed on the brakes and did a terrible thing. I peeked in on the leg seductress. It was the first time I saw Renee naked. She was so beautiful. I envied her panties. They hugged her ankles as my neighbour smiled dreamily and went with the flow, peeing with such force. Renee slipped her hand beneath her cotton T-shirt and slowly raised the fabric over her enormous tits. Her magnificent, mammoth globes were exposed, sloping beautifully to the smooth flatness of her tan tummy.
Her dark nipples were rigid, jutting far from the fleshy ridge of her high-standing tits. Renee hurried a finger into her pussy, stirred the sweet stuff and then circled each dark nipple with sticky girl juice.
I wished my tongue had wings to fly to her nipple and lick the sexy girl-cum. A soft purring sound escaped her as Renee pleasured herself. I watched as her hand floated to the soft, furry tuft of love hair between her thighs, her fingers soon lost and swimming in her mushy wet wide-on. The erection in my jeans was too stiff to ignore, too intense to will away. Unzipping my pants, I freed my cock and gripped it with a vice-like tightness. Watching Renee get off, I started slowly stroking my shaft, not caring if I splattered the hallway with jism.

I stared at her muscled, firm calves as she lifted slightly on the balls of her feet. Her red painted toes looked so suckable, and her smooth, yet firm, curving arches made my lips dry with desire.
The musky scent of her girl goo drifted to my young nostrils. The sexy sound of her masturbating sighs became a melody to my attuned ears. The sight of her swaying madly and getting herself off made my eyes widen with excitement. That sight will forever be etched in my erotic consciousness. A soft sigh of completion escaped Renee, her sweaty body ceasing to a sexy stillness. It was then that my nude neighbour glanced toward the door and caught me peeping. It was an erotic epiphany for both of us. Renee’s eyes were both warm and consoling, but then became fiery and enraged. I think she was truly pleased that I witnessed the wetness escaping her pussy. It suddenly glistened on her satiny-smooth inner thighs.
This was yet another side of her that sought vengeance.
“Jason!” she snapped at me. “How could you?”
“I couldn’t help it,” I confessed.
Just then, a beatific aura surrounded Renee, a saintly calmness emanating from her. Reaching down, she freed herself of her white panties and then took a pair of dirtied pantyhose from the nearby hamper.

I still don’t know if the soft-toned sheer to waist had graced Renee’s young, curvy body, or had hugged the hips of her mother, Katherine. All I knew then was that I was mesmerized by the sight of my neighbour as she used the pantyhose to wipe her soppy-wet pussy. Renee twirled the nylon until it looked almost rope-like.
Then she tugged it back and forth between her puffy pussy lips. I saw the pantyhose dampen as it sponged all the wet sweet stuff easing from Renee’s slit.
She then stepped forward and brushed my face with the pungent, damp pantyhose.
“Does my girl juice excite you, Jason?” she asked. I blushed, then nodded.
“Does my slick cunny turn you on?” she continued.
By the length of my ruddy cock, Renee knew the answer.
“But you shouldn’t be so naughty. You should be punished for your nasty snooping.”
My cock seemed to throb even more at the pleasurable prospect of loving torture. My voice was suddenly toned with an erotic need I never realized was within me.
“Yes,” I said. “You are right. I should definitely be punished.”
“Then turn around, you little snoop!” she snapped. [read on..]

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