Confessions of a Foot Slave

Humiliation and Domination Page 2

I did as my nude neighbour commanded and felt her powerful presence as she tied my hands together with the sexy soiled pantyhose. I felt so suddenly helpless. It was right and just. And at Renee’s command, I stretched out naked on the cool bathroom floor.
Renee squatted over my face so I could gaze up at her pretty, young pussy and those love lips still enriched with girl juice. But she further humiliated me by refusing the pure pleasure of her young twat. “You’re such a naughty little thing,” she derided. “You’re not worthy to lick my girlhood. Say it!”
With chanting reverence, I uttered the truth, “I am not worthy.”
Pleased with my dutiful admission, Renee then moved her hips until my face was smothered in her tight ass cheeks.
“Do it,” she said.
I did as she commanded. I inhaled the earthy richness of her backside and then followed her command by licking and tongue-fucking her bottom to a muddy wet state.
When I complained that my wrists were numbing, Renee just laughed. She told me how I had better get accustomed to the restraint and discipline. Her one consolation of the afternoon was allowing me to take home the love-soiled pantyhose so I could jerk my balls and pleasure my cock with the nylon. That very night in the solemn silence of my room, I worshiped the pantyhose. Brushing the fabric across my face enabled me to feel the remembrance of Renee and inhale the sexy fragrance of her.
With devotional intent, I moved the exquisite pantyhose to my cock and balls. They felt so perfect against my groin once I began doing myself. Up and down the length of my young cock, the pantyhose pleasured and satisfied. It wasn’t long before my fantasy focused on Renee and the long, luscious legs that blessed her young body.
Up and down at a fiery pace, my hand stroked steadily, the pantyhose burning friction onto my shaft. Dreaming of Renee, wanting so much to sperm her mouth and pussy and shapely feet, I jerked off until my hot jism soaked the fabric.
A blend of erotic pleasures interweaves to create a wonderful tapestry. Over the years, Renee and her mother have done everything imaginable to me, and they know I always come back to the shrine of sensuality, craving more, praying for me.

Just today, I experienced the sweet discipline that defines their home, a cathedral of erotic love. Having failed with upper management with my proposal to downsize the data centre, I felt so useless, so worthless. But unlike some who drown their sorrows, I used sorrow to attain relief and pleasure.
I phoned Goddess Katherine around five and told her of my poor work performance. I could hear the mocking, and then the gloating, tone in her voice. She urged me to hurry to her house.
“You know what for,” she said in an icy tone.
When I arrived, I beheld my goddess dressed in a sexy black corset and high-heeled black boots. Closing the door behind me, I fell to my knees and worshiped her. My eyes feasted on the black nylons, the fabric fucking her flesh. Goddess moved across the room to lounge on the expensive couch. I knelt there to serve her. She gently lifted her left leg, my eyes mentally fucking the firm flesh of her strong calf and the silky smoothness of her upper thigh.
I held her foot in both hands and began paying homage to this amazing woman who guided me through life. I slowly and lovingly licked the leather of her black boot until it glistened in a sheen of saliva. I heard her making those unmistakable sounds as she plunged a finger into her mature cunt. Goddess gently strummed her full cunt lips and glazed those pouty flesh flaps with woman juice. She stretched them wide to tease and tantalize me, exposing her mature pink pussy.
I removed her boots and stared at the magnificence of her feet. They are wide and wonderful, strong and imposing, with such ball-crushing strength. They are, simply put, a mouthful of foot.
“Feel the heel,” she said in a mocking refrain. “Make it softer with spit, boy.”
I brought her ankle to my face and began the celebrative act of foot worship. Goddess sighed pleasurably as I began licking the underside of her foot, softening the hard flesh with warm, wet saliva.
I washed the underside of her fantastic foot before pausing to ask, “Will I fuck your feet this night?”
She playfully teased me further by tracing the lines of my lips with her pungent big toe.
“We’ll see, Jason. But first things first. Your love wounds seem to be healing nicely. We’ll have to do something about that.”
I glanced down at my groin to see my love-weary cock. After so many encounters with penis discipline and her feet walking on my groin, my shaft was so sore and red. I knew it would soon be coloured a deeper red with penis discipline. Would she stroke me with her two feet, hard and callused? Or would she ball crush me by walking the walk?
The answer came once she rose and had me accompany her to the bedroom, a shrine of discipline and devotion. I watched as Goddess removed the four shiny toe rings from her jewellery box. Then she went to the king-size bed, stretching out, her large feet draped over the edge of the mattress.
I knelt before her and slid two shiny metal rings onto her toes. Two rings applied to her middle toes meant an onslaught of four metal toes to my cock and balls. She would do me this way, turning an ordinary foot job into a holy act of pleasure and torment, heavenly and hellish.
I licked her toes until they swam in my saliva. Then I slid the rings onto her pleasure piggies, Goddess approving with a sigh. The metal soon glistened on her feet as I hurried into position on the bed.
Once I laid on my back, she spread my legs violently. Goddess then sat between my legs and brought her feet close to my cock and balls. She teased me until I sighed and begged for it, her toes just feathering the flesh of my balls.

“Please, do it, Goddess! Please!”
Her gloating smile and those commanding eyes told me I would have to wait until the erotic tension was unbearable, the craving too intense. She continued the seduction of my love sacks, her wide toes plying their way over my bloated balls.
She was about to apply those ringed toes to my reddish and bloody scarred cock when the sound of the front door opening distracted us both.
“In the bedroom!” Goddess called out to her daughter. Soon Renee was there, her smile filling the room. She heard Goddess recount my recent work failure. Renee, now a successful bond trader, just shook her head and smirked.
“Well, some things never change,” she said.
She started out of her blouse and skirt. It wasn’t long before those gigantic jugs sloped into full view. As I watched her disrobe, I felt the teasing pressure of Goddess at my groin. While she toed me, she reached between her fleshy thighs to stir some excitement in her pussy. Soon the bed beneath her became a widening river of wetness.
“So beautiful,” I said, seeing Renee in a pair of shiny nude pantyhose. The nylon clung to her hips and legs like a second sexy layer of skin. With hands on her flaring hips, she thrust her pussy my way, the shimmery softness and smoothness of the pantyhose making my hand race to my pulsating cock for some stroking. But I was pushed aside by Goddess, who slapped my hand away with her foot.
“I’ll take care of your groin,” she mocked before slamming her foot hard into my balls. “And Jason,” Renee teased, moving closer to our love bed. “You’ll take care of my sweaty feet, my smelly, dirty feet. I need one of those passion pedicures you give so wonderfully with your mouth.”
She was soon on the bed with us, her outstretched hands resting on the wall above the headboard. Standing over me, Renee dangled her fragrant foot over my face. I reached up and brought that angel down to Earth, her sexy foot floating to my trembling lips.
Renee pushed down hard until her foot claimed my face. I couldn’t lick her fast enough, couldn’t kiss her quick enough, couldn’t saliva soak her soon enough. I opened my mouth wide, allowing her to penetrate with ped pleasure. [read on..]

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