Everyday life of a cuckold footslave

I am a humbly cuckold and foot slave. i have a nice Wife, who cuckolds me every night while i kiss Her feet. She cheated me with more than 300 men but She never allowed me to fuck her, though we are married since 7 years! All these men know much better my Wife than me, because they made love to her, they fucked Her mouth, they embraced her, they kissed Her lips, they caressed Her body, whereas i never did these things! The only thing She allowed me to do is to kiss Her feet!

Of course, you may wonder why a woman who fucked so many men does not allow me to make love to her. Before marrying my Wife i had a few girlfriends, to whom i kissed their feet, but i also made love to them, because they asked me that. i was always dreaming to find a girl who forbids me to fuck her, a pure Mistress. i always wanted to start a new type of relation with a woman, without sex. This was always my dream, to be the slave of a girl, to only kiss Her feet!

And 7 years ago i have met this gorgeous girl, She was 20 and She was just hired at the same plant as me. She was an unskilled worker; precisely She had to clean one building of the plant. i often remained late in the evening, after my colleagues were leaving home and i noticed Her feet while She was doing the cleaning. At Her turn, She quickly noticed my interest in Her feet.

One day, while i was walking through the building, i saw Her cleaning the floor barefoot. i was shocked and immediately looked at her; She smiled to me, so i stared again at Her feet. She continued to wash the floor barefoot while i remained there and admired Her for more than a half-hour. i was very ashamed and went home without changing any words with her, but the next day i searched Her and She was again barefoot! This time i was no more ashamed and looked at Her feet with passion while She barefoot washed the dirty floor of the building for an entire hour. When She finished, She sat on a chair and put Her filthy feet on a table. i looked into Her eyes and knelt in front of her. She arched Her left foot and i madly lowered my lips kissing it. More than 10 minutes i washed with my mouth the dirty soles and feet of the girl who had washed the floors of the plant.

The next day i explained Her everything about my sexuality and i begged Her to marry me. She loved the idea of allowing me to only kiss Her feet. She had been fucked by hundreds of men and having a man who is not allowed to fuck her, who is Her slave and may only kiss Her feet was such a new and fantastic idea for Her that She immediately agreed.

But let me tell you how is a day of my life: i wake up at 6 o’clock, prepare the breakfast for my Princess, then i run with my bike to my first job, where i work from 7 to 3, then to my second job, where i finish at 6. i go shopping and buy the things necessary to prepare the dinner and run home, where i arrive at 7.

My Mistress wakes up at 12 o’clock, eats, watches some TV, talks to the phone to Her lovers, sometimes She invites them in my house, letting them fuck her, sometimes She goes shopping or simply driving my car in the town to take Her lunch at an expensive restaurant.

Arriving home, i quickly undress and enter the bedroom, where i usually find Her laying in the bed and talking to the phone with some guy. She never greets me, continuing to flirt with Her Boyfriend while i kneel in front of the bed and start kissing Her feet and masturbating. She takes a dog collar and put it around my neck then brutally pulls me by this collar. i lick Her dirty soles – She always walk barefoot in house and sometimes even outside - while She laughs with Her date, to which She describes what i am doing.

Then She takes a belt and cruelly whips me while i worship Her delicate feet.

Usually She beats my back and ass for more than 15 minutes.

Then we make our trip in the rooms of my apartment: She pulls me by my leash as if i were a dog and gently lifts a sole from the carpet keeping the toes on the floor while i put my tongue under Her sole and lick it clean, then She lifts Her other sole, which i again wash with my mouth and so on. During our trip, we enter all the rooms 2 or 3 times, while She permanently and brutally pulls me by my dog collar and laughs in torrents with Her Boyfriend, to whom not only She explains what i am doing, but She also sends him pictures with me made with Her mobile phone.

When She is tired, She takes a seat in an armchair and orders me to put on Her sandals. i put Her feet in a gorgeous pair of black, 5 inches high-heel sandals and start kissing Her feet and shoes. She begins again to brutally whip me while i worship Her feet and sandals with my lips for about half an hour. i must tell you that i masturbate all the time while kissing Her feet, while making our dog trip through the house etc: She never masturbates me. In 7 years of marriage i begged Her many times to touch my cock with Her sexy hands or, at least, with Her feet. She always smiled to me and said: No! And, to torment me, She masturbated each and every lover She had, both with Her hands and feet, in front of me. i ate tons of sperm from Her feet…

Before finishing chat with Her date, She gives me the phone and i must beg Her Boyfriend to come to our house and fuck my Wife. Again, She laughs in torrents hearing how humbly i say: Master, please, come and make love to my Wife, because i am a stupid cuckold and i am not allowed to fuck her! She needs a real man like you, who knows what to do with a woman, not an idiot dog like me! Please, Master, come enjoy my Wife!

Then She orders me to prepare Her for Her date with Her Boyfriend. i start by painting Her toenails bright red.

i stop for the moment, because i don’t know if you’re interested in my story. Please, write me and tell me if you like what i have already told you and if you want me to tell you how i prepare my Wife for Her Boyfriends?

You can also say me humiliating things, for instance how you would fuck my Wife and humiliate me, forcing me to lick your soles while you enjoy my Wife etc.

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Foot fetish Stories - Jack learns

It was a hot summer day jack was upstairs playing on his xBox 360. "jack I'm gonna have some friends over to watch a movie so get off that thing!" yelled Rachel, jacks older sister "whatever." replied jack. He lost track of time and was still playing on the xBox when Rachel's friends came over. You see rachel is 17 and jack is 14 there parents are away at the Bahamas for there 20th anniversary Rachel is "baby sitting" jack for the week. "jack I told you to get off that thing!" spoke Rachel "ya whatever one second" replied jack. Rachel sat down on the couch and put her feet close to jacks face since he was sitting on the floor.

"God! Your feet smell like sh*t!" yelled jack. "oh sorry just came back from track practice." jacked turned off his xBox and walked away but he couldn't help saying "can't u at least watch your feet u f*ucking slut?" enraged Rachel screamed "what did you just call me?!" jack just replied with a laugh and walked away. Rachel cooled down and started the movie. "are you gonna let that b*tch get away with that?" asked Haley, Rachel's friend. "what do you want me to do?" asked Rachel "I know force him to smell your feet!" spoke Jessica Rachel's other friend. "how?" asked Rachel, pleased with that thought of getting back at jack. The girls huddled up and whispered there plans to each other. Downstairs jack was grabbing some juice out of the refrigerator when all of a sudden Rachel kicked him right in the nuts he doubled over in pain and Jessica and Haley tied his hands and feet up with some twine they found in utility room.

"what the f*ck are you doing?" yelled jack "do you ever want a girlfriend?" asked Rachel "ya?? So?" replied jack "then I'll teach you how to treat girls with some respect!" she had his legs tied too one chair which she was sitting on and his hands were tied to the table she pulled her foot out of her well worn sneaker and put it on his nose jack immediately turned he's head away in disgust "hand me some tape." asked Rachel. She put it on his mouth forcing him to breath trough his nose. he still turned his however so Jessica and Haley sat on both sides of him and pushed there boots into the side of his head keeping his head up. The smell was horrible, the cheesy aroma entered his nose and this was just the beginning. He fought hard to turn but his week attempts were stopped by Jessica and Haley pressing his head right into his sisters feet.

Ten minutes later Rachel took her socks off and put her warm moist feet unto his nose the warm air from his nose made her feet sweat and smell even worse. She made him smell under her red toenails where her feet smelled the worse. She used his face to wipe the dirt, lint and sweat off her feet. She took her feet off his face and he was very happy to be able to smell clean air again but to his horror Jessica got up and placed her worn socked feet on his face and once again he smelled her feet for about 15 minutes. She made him smell her bare foot then grabbed both off her moist socks and took of the tape, before he could say anything she stuck her socks into his mouth and put the tape back on. Clumps on lint and toe jam made there way down his throat and sweat that tasted like vinegar trickled down his throat as well.

After about 5 for minutes of smelling her feet again she got off and Haley got on she had been wearing her leather boots with thick woolen socks for about one week straight! She took her socks off and place her wrinkled toes unto his nose. It smelled horrible way worse than the other feet. He face was slimy with the sweat that dripped of her feet unto his face. After 20 minutes she got off and he thought finally it's over she walled over to him and took his tape off. "you are so f*cked" he screamed. "we will see." replied Rachel she sat on the set and said "remember you told me to wash my feet?" "um ya?" "well u can do it for me lick my feet till they have no sweat and smell fine." "f*ck no!" "ok we will see who wins." She got off the chair and put one foot on his chest and slowly got up he yelled in pain. She got back unto her chair and he started licking, it tasted like vinegar and salty water. He was about to spit when he sister screamed "if u spit anything out I'll kick you so hard in the nuts you will be hurting for months." horrified, he swallowed the sweat,dead skin and toe jam.

It tasted horrible but for the next hour he licked all the girls feet until they were spotless and had nothing left on them. She then grabbed his laptop and went unto his Facebook and told him " one word of this to mom and I'll put the whole video and pictures of what you did to show all your friends." he nodded. The girls left him there lying on the floor for a few hours until someone was at the door it turned out to be the girls cheerleading team! "oh sh*t I forget they they were doing an all-nighter." the girls came into the kitchen lying on the floor tied up. The girls giggled at him and asked Rachel what he was doing to jack. She told them the whole story and asked them if they wanted to have there feet worshiped. Jack looked over and could only say to his horror and shock that one of the cheerleaders younger sister was there the same girl he had asked out last weekend. She looked at him and just giggled. He could feel his face blushing red. Her name was Lydia... 

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My Cousin's Sexy Feet

I have had a foot fetish ever since I was a child. Unfortunately, I never had any avenues to satisfy my fondness for feet. During the course of my teenage years into my early twenties, I dated, made out, and went round the bases with girls my own age, and while I enjoyed a very normal sex life, I was in no position to explore my foot fetish. I kept my fetish strictly confidential. I would have been far too embarrassed to admit to any of my high school or college girlfriends that I was interested in their feet. So for the first 21 years of my life, my yearning to kiss and sniff pretty young feet was relegated to nothing more then masturbation fodder.

One summer when I was 22 years old, that all changed and I finally got my first real encounter with a pair of hot 'n' sexy feet. It was what I had been waiting for all my life. I just never would have imagined in my wildest dreams who's feet it would be that would finally satisfy my secret fetish.

My cousin Elizabeth is an extremely cute girl, she is about 5' 6", 116 pounds, fair skinned, short dark brown hair, blue eyes, nice firm b-cups, with very attractive well cared for feet. If I had to compare Elizabeth to someone famous, I would say she bares a resemblance to Bridget Fonda, but I think Elizabeth is much prettier. Elizabeth is 6 years younger then I, so at the time she was 17. She often would spend her summers with my family at my parents lakefront summer cottage in the green mountains of Vermont.

I would usually meet up with my family in Vermont for a few weeks on my summer break from school and Elizabeth and I would hang out, go fishing, hiking, swimming, and sometimes camp out in the surrounding woods. Ever since we were children we were more like best friends then actual cousins.

So this one summer, I had joined my family at their vacation home in Vermont as usual, and as usual Elizabeth was there. She looked really great. She really had blossomed from the little girl I used to pal around with into a complete knockout. Prior to this summer, I had never looked at her in a romantic or sexual way, but I couldn't help be taken aback by how stunning she had become. Still she was technically my cousin, so I didn't allow my thoughts on her to go any further then admiring her looks for a brief moment or two. I knew she always had a crush on me when we were kids, but it was purely innocent kid stuff, and just due to the fact that she was my cousin, any thoughts of her in an impure way were quickly suppressed.

I do remember one occasion that perhaps planted the seed for what was about to unfold; One hot afternoon we were laying out on the dock getting some sun and I innocently glanced over at her feet. I remember being kind of startled when I caught myself beginning to get aroused by the site of them. I quickly looked away feeling kind of "weirded out," but I just brushed it off and tried to forget about the incident.

We spent the first two weeks doing the usual swimming, boating, water-skiing, fishing, having fun in the sun, etc. One gorgeous day we decided it would be a good idea to pack up some gear, hike up the nearby mountain and camp out on "The peak" (as we called it) for the night. We grabbed our sleeping bags, a tent, a cooler filled with a 6-pack of hot-dogs, a 12-pack of beer, and we're off. Four hours later we were completely exhausted and drenched in sweat when we finally completed the steep grueling trek to the top of the mountain. We made a nice little campsite on the rocky mountain peak. The view from the mountain top was incredible.

By the time the tent was pitched and the campfire was burning the sun had begun to set. We sat back and drank some beers while we talked and enjoyed the most brilliant sunset I have ever witnessed. Elizabeth also produced a joint, we smoked that and then cooked some wieners for dinner over the crackling fire. We spent the next several hours drinking beer, talking, smoking, and just enjoying the majesty of the starry night sky.

Perhaps she was tired after our long hike, perhaps she was a little too stoned and drunk, perhaps both, as Elizabeth stood up and informed me she was totally spent and was going to retire into the tent for the evening. I said goodnight to her and told her I would follow her in after I finished another beer. I gazed at the stars for another 15 minutes or so while finishing one last beer, and then proceeded to join my cousin in the tent.

I crawled through the tent flaps on my knees and was immediately graced with the sight of Elizabeth passed out on top of her sleeping bag. She didn't even bother to change her clothes. She was still wearing her black tank-top and cutoff Jeans shorts. I also noticed that she didn't even bother to take off her sneakers. I thought I should at least take them off for her, so I untied her laces and slid her sneakers off her bare sockless feet.

Now what happened next could have been due to the pot and beer, or it could have just been the site of her irresistible feet. I remember staring at her feet, they were very curvy and sensual. She had perfect toes, neatly trimmed and painted with a clear/whitish gloss.

I then took one of her sneakers which I was still holding in my hand and covered my nose with the mouth of the shoe. I deeply inhaled. The odor was overwhelming, very musty and pungent. I quickly threw the sneaker down and dove onto my own sleeping bag. I didn't react in the manner I did because I was disgusted by the strong odor of her sneaker, but because I was totally disgusted with myself for an act that I perceived as deviant, possibly even incestuous. In hindsight I can look back and laugh at my initial reaction to this, but at that moment I was ashamed and very "weirded out" by what I had done. Maybe if she hadn't been my cousin, it would have been different, I don't know.

Our sleeping bags were laid out next to one another head to foot (I.E: My head was inline with her feet, and vice versa) I first rolled over on my side and tried to forget the sneaker sniffing incident. I just told myself that I was drunk and it was no big deal, I didn't do anything wrong. Yet at the same time I began to think about the odor of her sneaker and as much as I didn't want to admit it, I wasn't repulsed by that strong acrid smell, on the contrary I was quite aroused by it! I remember feeling very confused about all of this and I just closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep.

I guess it was about 30 minutes or so later, while half asleep I rolled over onto my left side to reposition myself. I remember opening my heavy eyelids and immediately noticing my sleeping cousins gorgeous feet before me, not six inches from my face! She was laying on her side as well, her back turned to me with her legs together slightly bent so that the bottoms of her feet were perfectly parallel to my face. The moonlight shined in from the open tent flap spotlighting her feet, showcasing her pretty pink soles and sensually rounded heels. My eyes widened and I was instantly alert. I stared at them lustfully for what must have been minutes, just taking them in. I remember trying to fight off the urge I was feeling.

I remember thinking that I should just roll over and go back to sleep, but it was as if I was hypnotized by them. I inhaled deeply trying to catch a hint of that intoxicating odor that so enthralled me earlier from her sneakers. I thought I could detect it, but it wasn't enough, I wanted more. I wanted it all! I guess at that moment I consciously let go of any inhibitions or feelings of shame, and decided I would finally indulge my foot fetish.

Maybe it was the wrong thing to do, maybe it wasn't, but in any case this is what I did: I moved closer to her so that my face was mere millimeters away from the soles of her feet. I pressed my nose against the instep of her right foot. I could feel the soft moist flesh under my nose and lips. I took a deep whiff. While the odor of her foot was not nearly as strong as her sneaker had been, I was still totally aroused and consumed with lust by the sweet fetid aroma and instantaneously became erect.(That precise moment when I for the first time pressed my nose against a pretty bare foot and smelled it was one of the most exciting sexual moments I have ever had!) I can best describe the odor of my cousin's feet as being reminiscent of a light vinegar, with a faint musky overtone. Very feminine and very sexy indeed.

I ran my nose up and down the soles of her feet, totally entranced by their scent. I stuck my nose in-between each of her toes, enjoying the slightly more sharp smell which accented them, and then sniffed her heals. I could feel the pre-cum form on the tip of my penis. I began rubbing her feet with my hand, tracing over every curve with my finger. I was so sexed up, that I had to have more. I sat up and looked at Elizabeth to make sure she was still soundly asleep (after all I wouldn't want her to wake up and catch me while I was enjoying her feet!)

After being convinced that she was totally out, I gently rolled her over on her back. She stirred a little bit and mumbled incoherently, but I was satisfied that she was not going to wake up. I then took off my pants, and sat Indian style at the foot of her sleeping bag. I grabbed her ankles, lifted up her feet and pressed them firmly against my face. I inhaled deeply. I couldn't get over how erotic I found the odor of her feet. I rubbed her slightly perspiring feet all over my face. I buried my face in them. I began licking and kissing her feet all over, then sucking on the tips of her toes. I sucked her big toe like an ice cube.

The thought that her feet might be a little dirty only aroused me more, and I tried to take more of them in my mouth. I continued kissing and sniffing them, and then when I had reached a complete sexual frenzy, I lowered her feet down to my crotch and began rubbing them against my cock and balls. I held the insteps of her feet together and slid my penis in-between. I began thrusting my cock back and forth. I held the soles of her feet together as much as possible so they would completely sandwich my hard throbbing erection. I had never been so turned on in my life, not even while having intercourse. The perspiration of her feet perfectly lubricated me so I could slide my dick back and forth and back and forth. I remember thinking about the fact that the sweat from her feet was bathing my cock really turned me on.

I was in pure ecstasy. I knew I was about to cum. I wanted to somehow smell her feet while I was fucking them, but that was a pretty acrobatic maneuver to pull off. I looked over to my side and saw one her sneakers. I had an idea. With one hand I held both of her feet together around my penis, and then with my free hand I reached over and grabbed her sneaker. As I continued to rapidly fuck her feet, I placed the mouth of her sneaker over my face.

That strong musty odor of her soiled sneaker shot through me like an all consuming wave of pure lust. The smell of her sweat in that sneaker literally had the power to make me instantly orgasm! It was so intense.

Finally satiated in the only way my fetish could be, I felt over 20 years of unrequited burning desire explode all over her feet. This is what I had fantasized about all those years and it was better then I ever could have imagined!

My fast thrusting slowed gradually as the semen oozed out of me, coating her soles and dripping down her heels. After my orgasm was complete, I collapsed onto my side and just lay there in a pure state of relaxation.

My whole body just felt like it had been drained of any tension. It was if I was sedated. I was in total peace and calm with myself and everything around me. A cool breeze flowed in through the tent-flap and caressed my overheated body. I laid there for a few minutes before cleaning up the "mess" I made. I wiped Elizabeth's feet off with an extra T-shirt I had brought along.

I rolled Elizabeth back over on her side, and laid back down on my sleeping bag. I positioned her so that her feet were once again parallel with my face, because I wanted to sleep all night with my face buried in her feet. I masturbated a few minutes later as I kissed and sniffed them. An hour or so later I guess  Elizabeth began to get restless, because she began moving her feet, inadvertently rubbing them against my face. That instantly aroused me and I masturbated again. I think I masturbated twice more after that before finally drifting off.

When we woke the next morning (my face still firmly glued to her feet) Elizabeth was amused when she saw that I had slept with her feet in my face all night, totally oblivious and unsuspecting that it was by my choice. She jokingly asked me if her feet smelled bad. I just laughed and told her that they didn't bother me at all.

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Sucking, licking two girls feet of my cum

I have a foot story that I'd like to share, it happened when I was 24 years old, and living in Las Vegas, i'm now 29 years old and think about this every day. I was a bartender at the Monte Carlo Hotel & Casino. I noticed these two very beautiful women talking and looking at me, one was a Blond, who'll I'll call Sara, and the other was a knock out Brunette, who I'll call Tiffany. Sara eventually came over to the bar for a drink, introduced herself to me and was asking of places to party that night. 

She also mentioned that both of them were married and had left their husbands in California, they were having a women's weekend away. I told her of a few places to go, and she then asked if i'd like to come along with the two of them? I immediately said yes. About 9 o'clock that night i met both girls in their hotel room. It was the first time I had met Tiffany, she answered the door in a short red skirt, white stockings with high heels, i coudn't help but think about her feet in those stockings and heels. Sara came out of the bathroom, and was also dressed in a skirt, but at the time was bare foot, they both had to notice the stares I was giving her bare feet, I was thinking how much i'd love to pull my cock out and shoot a load across her toes. 

We left for a club, where both girls danced the entire night. Tiffany pulled me over to the dance floor and was rubbing against me, then whispered into my ear that she wanted me to pull my hard cock out and jerk it off right there, go ahead and let us watch you jerk it she said. As much as I wanted to, I said that I was sure she'd get to see that later. Sara then came over and asked if I had ever been with two girls at once, I said no, and she said that tonight i'd have my chance. All I could think about was worshipping these two girls feet and toes, even though I had not yet seen Tiffany's. We left and went back up to their room. 

Tiffany immediately said that she wanted me to get down on my hands and knees and lick her fucking feet. She pushed me down, took off her heels, slide off her stockings, and watched as I sucked, kissed, and licked her feet, they had the nicest scent from her foot sweat. The girls did not hesitate in letting me know what they wanted me to do to their feet. Sara asked if I minded if she set up the video camera on the dresser and recorded what we did, and i said sure. Once the camera was set up, the girls had me lie across the bottom of the bed, while they laid back and placed their bare feet on me. They told me to take off my clothes, and I did. I was in heaven, sucking, licking, kissing their feet. It was the most intense foot worship ever. 

Tiffany told me to partially slide off the bed, so that my head was on the floor, and i was looking up at not only them, but my dick as well, which was about to explode with the biggest load of cum i have ever shot. They both placed their feet into my mouth and all over my face. They told me to jerk my hard cock as hard as I could. The girls said they wanted me to shoot my load all over their feet while they are in my mouth and all over my face, and they also were spreading their toes so when I did cum, it would drip between their toes and into my mouth. I wasn't crazy about the thought of licking and swallowing my own cum, but it's something I had to do if I wanted to continue worshipping their feet. It didn't take long before I could feel myself starting to cum, and I knew it was going to be a huge load. 

The girls noticed I was about to cum, so they held my mouth opened with their toes, keeping them spread. I pumped my cock and started to cum, I must have came a gallon, it went all over both girls feet, I covered the tops of their feet, in between their toes and just about over my entire face. The girs told me to keep jerking off while I sucked their toes clean, and they wanted to see me swallow my enite load from their feet. I did without hesitation, and continued to jerk off. My cock stayed hard even after I came. A few minutes later, just as I had finished cleaning their feet, and toes of my cum, I knew I was getting ready to cum again. 

Once again, I shot a huge load, and both girls watched as I cleaned their feet, not a drop of my cum was left on them when I finished. I left their room and went home. I had the next two days off, and I never saw them again. I wish I had a copy of that tape we made to watch. If their are any girls out there that would like to send me pics of their feet and toes, and have me jerk off all over the pictures of them, and email them back covered, please send them. 

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Foot fetish Story - Please Fuck My Wife!

My dominant wife, Teri, is the head of our household. My wife thoroughly enjoys her superior status over me and had has a large collections of whips, paddles, and restraints to keep me subdued. Teri gave me permission to write about my submission to her and her newly rejuvenated sex life.

When Teri learned of my secret desire to be totally dominated, she was more than happy to accommodate me. Her efforts in training me have been well-rewarded for I am now completely submissive to her. Over the years Teri has become increasingly dominant and has developed a penchant for humiliating me. I have a very strong foot fetish and my wife allows me the pleasure of worshiping her beautiful size-8 ˝ feet on a regular basis. I must satisfy her completely or face the consequence which usually means a severe paddling of my ass. I have become nothing more than a house boy and slave to my beloved wife.

Even now as I write this, I am embarrassed by these words, but for several years now I been unable to sexually satisfy my wife. Teri has a powerful libido but, unfortunately, I am not a satisfactory lover. My penis is small and I cum much too quickly. Teri began to tease me about the size of my dick early in her domination of me. Eventually, my wife started telling me about different men she had slept with in the past and how much better endowed they were than me. She is always amused by my reaction of jealousy. To compensate for my shortcomings, I happily provide Teri with cunnilingus and analingus whenever she wishes. She also enjoys being stimulated with toys. As it is now, my only source of sexual relief is through masturbation.

One night last week as I kissed her feet, Teri told me of her desire to have extramarital adventures. Feelings of jealousy and possessiveness swept over me. I realized, however, that I am totally under Teri’s control and devoted to serving as her foot slave, and would be powerless to oppose her having an affair if she chose to do so.

“I want you to be happy, dear,” I said in between kisses to her feet. “I’m your slave and you can do anything you want. I’m helpless to stop you, dear.”

“Well, what would make me happy is a big, hard cock,” she informed me.

"Yes, dear,” I responded shamefacedly.

My wife and I have been married almost twenty years, and she still looks fantastic. My wife is 5’ 7” tall and measures in at an impressive 36D-22-34. Teri has hazel eyes, a great tan, and long dark hair. To me, she is a goddess; I want nothing more than to worship her and cater to her every whim. To other men, however, she is just a sexy woman they would love to fuck. I knew Teri could easily find another man to bed her.

When I got home from work yesterday, I knelt down before my wife and kissed her feet as usual. She was in a cheerful mood.

“Honey, you know how we talked about me screwing another man?" she began with a patronizing tone.

"Yes, dear,” I responded sheepishly. “Have you met someone you want to sleep with?"

“Yes, I have,” she beamed. “His name is Tom and he's a male stripper. One of my married co-workers dated this guy behind her husband’s back. She told me how great he was in bed. She told me about the size of his cock, too. And I want him to fuck me."

"Yes, dear,” I said, trying to hide my apprehension. "I want you to do whatever makes you happy, darling,"

“That’s exactly what I plan to do,” she told me in a condescending tone. “He’s coming over tonight, and you’re going to act as our butler and all-around servant. I’ve told him all about you, and he says it would really turn him on to have you to watch us.”

My only response was a sobbing, "Yes, dear.”

My wife then made me help her get ready for her date. After her bubble bath, I helped her into a short, low-cut, pink cocktail dress and a pair of strappy, high heeled sandals. Teri decided not to wear a bra or panties.

"I’d just be taking them off as soon as he gets here anyway," she told me. “I’m really horny and he will be here to fuck me in half an hour. I can hardly wait!”

She then had me dress in a tuxedo and explained my duties as butler.

“I expect total obedience when I order you to do something, no matter what it is. Am I understood?" my wife lectured me.

"Yes, dear,” I answered. “Of course, dear.”

“I want to see you to kneel before him and beg him to fuck me,” she grinned.

“Yes, dear,” was all I could manage to say. “Whatever you say, dear.”

I answered the door when my wife’s guest arrived. The man was ruggedly handsome and quite muscular. I felt intimidated by him. Addressing him as “sir,” I escorted my wife’s date to the living room where my wife greeted him with a deep, smoldering kiss.

My wife told me to take Tom’s jacket and to bring them each a glass of Chablis. When I returned with the wine, they were on the sofa. I passively knelt at my wife’s feet and quietly waited for further instructions. Teri and her guest sipped their drinks and chatted for several minutes.

“My husband is not man enough to satisfy me,” Teri confided. “So I make him lick my feet to show his affection.”

“Are you kidding?” he laughed. “He licks your feet?”

“Show Tom how you worship my feet,” my wife smiled smugly down at me.

I obeyed without question, removing my wife’s shoes and amorously kissing her bare feet. Teri then began to work her delicious feet up and down my face and in and out of my mouth. I was soon in an erotic trance, passionately licking her feet from heel to toe for the entertainment of the new man in her life.

“It looks like you’ve trained him well,” he chucked.

“Yes,” she responded proudly, “He tongues my pussy and asshole whenever I want, but I haven’t let him sleep with me for more than a year. He’s content to lick my feet and jack off.”

Tom was looking down at me, smiling from ear to ear, and I blushed in embarrassment.

“He’s gotten pretty good at giving me oral sex, but he knows his dick just isn’t big enough to satisfy me,” my wife told Tom as her hand gently stroked the bulge in his pants. “He wants me to enjoy sex, and since he’s not man enough to get the job done, my husband wants a man with a big cock to fuck me for him.”

“I have a big cock.” he smiled down at me arrogantly, waiting for my response.

My face burned crimson with shame. I must admit that watching my wife having sex with another man was a secret fantasy that I had relished. Now, with the prospect of the cuckold fantasy about to become a reality, I found myself becoming increasingly apprehensive. The feelings of humiliation were more severe than I had imagined. I remembered what Teri said about begging him to take her to bed, but hesitated at first.

“Did you hear that? Tom says he has a big cock,” Teri giggled. “Isn’t there a favor you want to ask him?”

“P-please, sir,” I stammered, kneeling before him and trembling with shame. “Teri needs a man with a big dick. I know that she would really enjoy herself with you. Please take her to bed fuck her good and hard, sir. Please fuck my wife.”

Uttering these words made me feel thoroughly degraded. The horror of asking an obviously better a better man to bed the woman I love cannot be described. Both of them laughed derisively at me plea; my eyes teared in disgrace.

“Sure, I’d be happy to fuck your wife for you,” Tom looked down at me with a menacing smirk. “I’ll give her a fucking she’ll never forget.”

My wife quickly secured my hands behind my back with a pair of handcuffs and unzipped my pants and attached a harness and leash to my undersized penis. Tugging on the leash, my wife happily took hold of Nick’s hand and led him into the bedroom with me submissively following behind them on my hands and knees.

I obediently kneeled at the foot of the bed and my wife quickly pulled her dress over her head. She sat on the bed and made me kiss her feet as she watched him undress for her.

“Wow!” my wife exclaimed.

I looked up at Tom. He just stood there with his massive cock swaying out in front of his belly. I averted my eyes in shame, but could not help staring at his massive erection. Rod’s manhood was twice the size of mine. It was almost as big around as my wrist, and had to be 10” in length, with purple veins coursing up the think shaft and ending just below the enormous head. I looked at him with my mouth open in disbelief, and he stared down at me arrogantly. I felt my own cock shrivel up; my embarrassment in front of him, and even more in front of my wife, was unbelievably degrading. After sizing him up, my wife looked over at me and her smirk said it all; she and I both knew the extent of my inferiority.

He sat down on the bed beside Teri. Snuggling up to him, my wife took his cock into her hand and began to stroke it lovingly.

“Oh, my God!” Terri exclaimed. “You’re so big!”

They started making out, French kissing with increasing passion and he was kneading and sucking her breasts. I was at the foot of the bed and passively watched. It was so thick she could not get her hand around the shaft. My wife’s 3 carat diamond wedding ring seemed to sparkle with insolence as her fingers fondled another man’s huge, hard cock.

My wife glanced at me with a smirk as she went down on him. Teri began licking her way up and down the thick shaft, and then kissed the plump head of his cock before taking it into her mouth. Tom moaned with pleasure. As my wife licked and sucked Tom’s big cock, I was required to suck her toes. Teri could not devour the whole thing, but using both hands, one atop the other, she stroked his thick shaft and sucked hard on the fat head. I felt totally ashamed, kneeling there and unquestioningly worshiping my wife’s feet as she sucked another man’s cock with whorish abandon. My indignity was compounded by the fact that, in all our years of marriage, Teri had absolutely refused to go down on me. It was obvious that her adoration of his cock matched that of mine for her feet.

Then Teri clasped her breasts around his cock, trapping it in her cleavage.

"C'mon, baby, fuck my tits!” she urged him.

Tom began to stroking his erection in and out of her bosom's loving embrace. His cock was glistening with her saliva and moved smoothly between her breasts. She kissed the head of his cock lovingly and tenderly as she cradled its shaft between her soft, silky boobs.

“Eat my pussy,” my wife smiled smugly down at me. “Get it nice and wet from Tom.”

I obediently crawled to Terri and buried my face between her legs. Terri positioned her legs over my shoulders and layback to enjoy my oral services. I started licking her moist labia and repeatedly plunged my tongue deep inside her. She started to moan Even though I just started licking her, her cunt was all juiced up and ready for fucking. I was in a daze. I circled Terri’s clit with my tongue and sucked on the sensitive organ. I licked and sucked her voraciously as he continued to thrust his cock between her tits. I am not sure if Terri reached orgasm, but after several minutes she spurned me.

“You can worship my feet while we fucks,” she smirked.

As my wife pushed her toes into my mouth, Tom was fingering her moist vagina. Teri pulled Tom on top of her and spread her legs for him. I was totally at the pleasure of my adulterous wife, kneeling at bedside and fervidly sucking her delicious brightly painted toes as Tom mounted her, his large masculine feet coming between her petite ones.

"C’mon, Tom, give it to me!” my wife panted. “Fuck me!”

This was the moment I had both craved and dreaded. The idea of my wife having sex with another man had been a wonderful fantasy, but with the cold reality of the situation I now felt possessive and heartbroken. My feelings were of no concern; there was nothing I could do to stop them now. Teri’s foot was at the edge of the bed, and I was allowed to humbly suck her toes while she prepared to commit the act of adultery.

I just knelt on the floor, kissing and licking her bare foot, and watching in amazement as Terri reached down and guided Tom’s cock to the opening of her juicy slit. I was mesmerized as I watched the big head of his cock enter her. My wife gasped loudly as Tom drove his big, stiff cock deep into her vagina, filling it to the limit. I wondered if my wife would be uncomfortable from his size, until I she brought her mouth to his, kissing him passionately; their tongue entwined.

"Oh, Tom,” I could hear my wife panting. “Oh, Tom."

How she took all of him, I'll never know, but she did. His thrusts, measured and methodical at first, became increasingly harder and faster. He kept pulling his prick almost out of her cunt until just part of the head was in and then rammed it in hard.

Terri was squealing with pleasure, her hands were gripping the flesh of his back. My wife dug her heels into the mattress and bucked her hips to urge him on Eyes shut and mouth agape, Dianna concentrated on the orgasm that swelled within her, when it arrived she announced her gratification with a cry of ecstasy.

“Oh, yes, Tom, fuck me,” Terri was gasping “Oh, Tom, I love it!"

Rod’s stamina was incredible, and Terri careened from one orgasm to another. As I worshiped my wife’s foot, it was jerking rhythmically, recoiling from the powerful impact of his thrusts. He didn’t make love to her; he fucked her. There was no softness, no tenderness; it was animalistic. All the while, Terri was moaning, crying out, and screaming. I’m sure the next-door neighbors could hear her wails of ecstasy. In all the years we had been married, she had never been this vocal with me. Tom was fucking my wife good, better than I ever did. She loved his big cock.

“Oh, yeah, baby!” my wife cried out. “Yeah!”

It felt so demeaning to have my wife working her foot up and down my face and in and out of my mouth while she writhed in ecstasy beneath another man. I humbly ran my tongue between her wiggling toes and over her heels, arches, and soles. Teri cried out rapturously, her feet trembling against my lips, as she experienced wave after wave of orgasm. Tom was pounding his hard cock into my wife, and she loved it. Teri planted the sole of her foot firmly in my face and used my features to brace herself as she thrust her hips upward to meet his cock. My wife’s fingernails dug into his broad back as she bucked her hips upward to urge him on. Her foot was stomping rhythmically into my face Teri seemed oblivious to the fact that she had kicked me hard in the face and sent me sprawling to the floor.

"Oh, yes, Tom!” my wife was moaning. “Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

I scrambled to reclaim my kneeling position at the foot of the bed, but now I was denied even the humility of worshiping my adulterous wife’s feet. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. My wife’s beautiful feet were locked at the ankles around Tom’s bobbing ass, quivering with excitement, as his cock moved in and out of her. No matter what I do, or how hard I try, I will never be able to match the feelings of fullness and deep penetration his big cock gave her. I watched him touch my wife in depths I will never know. My wife was so totally focused on him that I could just as well not have been in the room; she cared about nothing except his cock inside her and the orgasm she felt running through her body. I was a spectator, a bystander, as my wife and another man shared feelings which will never be mine.

“Fuck me, Tom!” she panted. “Fuck the shit out of me!”

Now Tom pulled my wife’s long legs over his shoulders and really started to fuck her.

From my vantage point, I could see Tom’s thick, glistening cock slamming into my wife like a piston, his balls slapping against her ass. His strokes were long and deep. The whole bed was shaking. Her tits were jiggling flopping wildly. The headboard of the bed was banging into the wall. The slap, slap, slap of their thighs meeting filling the room.

“I want you to cum!” she was moaning. “Shoot your cum in me, Tom!”

Tom was slamming his cock into my wife like a stallion. I could see his balls convulse and that he was about to come. Finally, he plowed into her with one final thrust. An animal-like growl burst from Tom’s throat. My wife moaned in delight when she felt his hot semen spurt deep inside her; her blatant act of adultery had been fully consummated. Tom rolled off of my thoroughly satisfied wife and his cock slowly came out of her with a loud plop, which cause both of them to giggle. They just lay there for a few minutes, resting, as I devotedly kissed her feet.

“Oh, my God,” Teri panted. “I’ve never been fucked like that before. You were wonderful, Tom.”

“Come here slave,” she commanded with a wicked smile.

Teri grabbed me by the hair and roughly pulled my head between her legs. With my face just inches from her freshly adulterated pussy, I could see that my wife’s labia were open like butterfly wings and her vagina was gaping from the fucking Tom had given her. I could see his slimy, pearlescent semen ooze slowly from my wife’s love hole and trickle down the crack of her ass. The fragrance coming from my wife’s semen-filled pussy was overpowering.

"Lick it!" Terri demanded.

I hesitated at first, but timidly did as she ordered. I obediently lapped Teri’s pussy and asshole, slurping up Tom’s cum. More and more semen oozed from deep inside my wife as I continued my degrading task; it seemed like the flow would never stop. My wife and her lover laughed as I gagged and struggled to lap up and swallow his big, slimy load.

"That's it. Get it all,” Terri laughed at me. “Don't let any get on the sheets,"

Whether it is submission or humiliation, licking another man’s sperm from my wife’s pussy emphasized the impudent nature of what my wife had done. My future role in her sex life was made perfectly clear. My debasement could not be more complete.

Later that night I fell asleep on the living room sofa while my wife, of course, shared the bed with Tom. It was difficult for me to sleep. I was jealous and haunted by what I had witnessed; however, I took humble pleasure in being forced to worship my wife’s feet as she committed the act of adultery. There was no denying that Tom was a better man than me. My neglected, unworthy cock was hard and my balls were blue with denial. I needed relief and masturbated to mental images of my wife’s beautiful feet during her exhibition of infidelity. Within seconds, I exploded with a force I had not known in years.

I served my wife and her lover breakfast in bed the next morning. Teri and Tom lounged in bed most of the morning, snuggling and watching television, while I went about my assigned chores. As I was washing dishes, I could hear my wife in the bedroom, moaning with passion. From the squeaking sounds of the mattress and the headboard banging against the wall, I knew that he was fucking my wife again. After things quieted down, my wife called me into the bedroom and made me lick her pussy clean before they took a shower together.

As Tom was leaving, my wife made me kneel before him once again. She had coached me on what to say.

“Thank you for fucking my wife, sir,” I meekly told him. “She had a wonderful time in bed with you. Would you please come over and fuck my wife again soon?”

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Sweaty feet after long shift at work

My current girlfriend has the sexiest little feet your ever likely to see. Barely a size 4, they look sexy in anything. She's always found my foot fetish strange but she's an easy going girl who just plays along to keep me happy.

It was a week after her 23rd birthday and Elena was just returning home from her job as a waitress in a run of the mill restaurant. I had picked her up and I was getting hard just thinking about how her feet would smell after a long nine and a half hour shift. Elena always wore the same old black pair of trainners which I secretly loved as her soft manicured feet would be be wet with sweat at the end of a long day.

I led her into the bedroom and offered to give her a foot rub before her bath. She said no at first, embaressed knowing her feet really did smell and she needed a shower. I insisted she lay back and relax. I took of her first shoe and it was quickly apparent that I was going to enjoy this. Her socks were sodden with sweat. I lifted her ankle and plunged my nose deep into her dirty socks. The fragrance was intense. My cock began to swell as I began to kiss and lick her socks.

My eyes made contact with Elena. She had the usual look on her face that she used when I was doing dirty things like this. It was a look somewhere between disgust and dismay. She could see my enjoyment so she ordered me to take off her other stinky training shoe. I duly obliged. Elena then smothered both her sweet sweaty socked feet all over my face. "open your mouth", she wispered. "Do they taste nice?", I nodded my head, constantly sniffing her socks as she ran then over my face. "Lay back and get your cock out", I laid back and shuffled forward, never taking my lips away from her socks.

"Mmm your cock is all hard for me, you really are strange getting off on my stinky feet. I've been running around work all day! I can smell my feet from here, you really are strange". All the time she's slowly but firmly rubbing her socks over my face, stopping around my nose so i can inhale the aroma. She ordered me to remove her socks while she wanked my cock slowly.

I removed her socks and I stopped to marvel at her soft soles. her toes and began to wrinkle up, her socks were so wet it looked like she had been in a bath for 5 minutes. I held her feet together and buried my mouth and nose into her toes. The smell was even stronger now. My tongue lashed accross her left foot. I did'nt lick her right foot as i wanted to keep the smell strong for later. Elena was systematicly wanking my cock, realising my cock was fit to bursting point. She cupped my nose with her right foot and put her other toes into my mouth. They tasted so good. Still dirty from her shoes, i could feel bits fluff and dirt from her toes on my tongue. She spat on my cock and ordered me to cum, this was no problem as i was about to explode anyway.

Just 3 more strokes and I climaxed with a groan, both her feet were covered my nose and Icarried on sniffing long after I shot my load. She took her feet away, shaking her head at the though of what had brought her boyfriend to such a climax. She turned as she strolled out of the room, "I hope you liked that, Its my turn after my bath".

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Teachers Seductive Foot Smell

It had been a long hard day for my teacher, Miss Stanley her name was. I was her last class that day, she had just finished teaching A level English, I noticed that when we came in she just told us to sit down and get on with our essay.
I noticed that she had flicked off her high heels, and was sighing.
I could see through her nylons that she had put on a dark lush red colour for her toe nails.
Towards the end of the lesson I asked her for some help, so she came over and took a seat next to me.
As she was helping me I couldn't stop noticing the smell of her lovely sweaty nylons.
She asked me if I could stay behind at the end of the lesson, so she could carry on helping me with my essay.
The class left, and I herd her say good bye to the last pupil.
"Right then Lewis," she said
"I couldn't help but notice you were looking at my feet."
I didnt know what to say, I was frozen to the chair.
Thoughts went through my head,do I agree or not.
"Well Lewis, where you?" as she was saying this, she started to rub my leg with her smelly size 9's.
"Well, Im waiting."


Thats it I couldn't hold back not now. She was rubbing my leg, I just wanted to relive her of her pain, give her a foot massarge.
"Yes, Miss, Okay, You got me, I just think your feet are so attractive, especially when there covered in nylon, and smelling soo nice."
"Well thank God," She said with a sigh of relief.
"I was wondering weather you could give me a foot masssarge?"
I couldn't say not, so I jumped right in and said,
"Yes of course miss," and at that instant, gently started to rub her left foot so softly, oh the smell, i can remember it to this day.
I closed my eyes, she said
"So do you like my feet, do they feel good?"
"Yes Miss," I replied.
"With my eyes shut she put her right foot on my chest, I had taken off my blazer at this point and had my tie and shirt on my top half.
She started to rub my chest with her right foot.
"You can stop rubbing my feet now"
she then lifted her left foot to my nose and mouth,
"Now smell,"


So I did, argh the smell, she was rubbing her feet all over my face,
"Lick my right foot,"
So i did, her nylons so smooth, my tongue licking all that sweat off.
"Miss do you mind if you take your nylons off."
"Yes of course."
so she asked me to rip them from the toe, so I did, the woof of smell that came through was unbelievable.
I started to lick her toes, and her soles of her feet.
my tongue going inbetween each toe. Licking all that sweat.
Mmmh
I did this for the rest of my time at that school, and when I left, I married her.
She I am now her foot slave for ever.
I still love her sweaty Nylons


True Story Of Me Smelling And Licking My Teachers Feet

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Foot fetish Stories - Shoe shop girl

"I'd better get a pair of decent shoes." thought Caroline, who had been invited to a work colleague's Engagement party. "I'll go after work."

Caroline worked in the offices of a large corporation in London's West End; so she was spoilt for choice when it came to shopping. After some window shopping, she made her choice of shop, went in and browsed around the 'formal' shoes.

"Are you looking for something in particular, madam?" asked a very sweet-faced female assistant.

"Oh, er, yes. I'm going to a party. It'll be a bit posh, I need a pair of black Court shoes, but I take a size nine and I can never get my size in a style I like." explained Caroline to the girl who seemed to be studying her legs and the shoes that she was currently wearing intently.

"Follow me please madam. I think we may have something suitable over here." said the sales assistant.

The girl was correct, there was a good choice.

"These look like what I want. Do you have them in a nine?" asked Caroline.

"I'll check for you madam." replied the young assistant, making her way out to the stockroom.

"I do wish she wouldn't keep calling me 'madam'!" thought Caroline.

The sales girl returned.

"Here we are madam, the black patents in a size nine. If you'd like to take a seat, I'll help you try them." said the girl.

Caroline sat down and kicked off the shoes that she was wearing revealing her hot after-work feet.

"I know I should really try these on with your disposable socks, but I can never feel new shoes properly through them." said Caroline.

"Oh, that'll be OK madam." said the assistant, staring at Caroline's feet. "I'll help you on with them."

The girl took the left shoe and Caroline's left foot. The scent of hot feet drifted to her nose as she eased Caroline's foot into the shoe. She did the same with the right foot.

"Walk around the shop madam and see how they feel." she advised.

Caroline did just that. Up and down, glancing at them in the mirrors from time to time until eventually...

"They're fine. I'll take them!" she declared.

"Thank you madam. I'll help you off with them and pack them for you." said the girl.

She took the shoes to the stockroom and looked around. She was on her own. Before she put them into their box, she took a sniff of each shoe, just in case some of that delicious odour had been left behind. There was nothing, but her imagination worked for her. She sniffed her hands, anything to get some of that scent again.

"Sorry for the delay madam." the young sales assistant apologised on her return to the waiting Caroline. "Please follow me to the cashier."

"Thank you very much for your help, er...Melanie." said Caroline reading the girl's name from her store I.D. badge.

"You're welcome madam." said Melanie.

Caroline paid and made her way home to the suburbs through London's rush hour.

Caroline eventually arrived home. She wasn't seeing her boyfriend that night; so she worked through her domestic chores, ate, watched some TV and then decided she was tired enough for bed.

She went into her bedroom and looked over at the bag that her new shoes were in.

"I'll just try these on again quickly." she thought.

She kicked off the shoes that she was wearing and eased the new pair on. She walked around her room and looked at them in the mirror.

"Mmm. Not bad. Now I'll need to spend on a new dress!" she was half cursing being invited.

Caroline sat back on her bed and suddenly thought of the shop girl, Melanie.

"Madam, indeed." she laughed to herself.

She reached down and pulled off the right shoe. As she did so, she felt a kind of cold tingle down her spine. Without a further thought, Caroline placed the shoe over her nose and sniffed it. She dropped it onto the carpet and did the same with the left shoe. She then picked up the shoes that she had sweated in all day and sucked the sweet scent in from them.

"Oh YES!" she sighed.

Caroline slowly began to wake up.

"I must have fallen asleep or fainted." she thought to herself. She came to some more.

"What's going on? I'm naked! I didn't finish getting ready for bed." she mumbled out loud as she sat herself up.

"Why am I still wearing those shoes?" she said, looking down at her feet.

Caroline started to take her new shoes off.

"I can't get them off!" she called out.

"They seem to be stuck to my feet. What's happening?" she said in a voice tainted with growing fear.

"Allow me madam." said a voice that somehow sounded familiar.

"It can't be." thought Caroline. She looked up.

"No! You can't be...I mean...Surely I'm dreaming." whimpered Caroline.

"Do be quiet please madam. Let me take your shoes off and introduce you to the pleasure of feet." said Melanie.

"I know I'm dreaming." Caroline tried to speak, no sound came out. She tried to get up and run from the room, she couldn't move.

"Oh no, you can't leave yet madam. We haven't started." advised Melanie. "Now, let me take those shoes off."

Melanie knelt down in front of the terrified woman and eased the shoes off.

"We'll need these later madam." she said. "Let me take a look at you."

Melanie opened Caroline's legs.

"Oh! Madam favours a shaved pussy. I suppose you do that to please your boyfriend." she sneered. "Let's take a look at your tits."

Caroline was helpless to stop the girl fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples.

"You know madam, you'll enjoy this so much more if you relax." said Melanie.

"Let's start you off with something simple. Smell your feet madam. Left and then right. Do it now." ordered the shop girl.

Caroline felt herself reaching her left foot up to her face. She tried desperately to resist.

"Your willpower is puny madam. Don't even think you can fight me. Smell your feet now, bitch, now!" Melanie ordered her prisoner again.

Caroline's left foot arrived at her nose and she breathed it in.

"Good bitch. Let me hear you smell." said Melanie.

Caroline was sniffing with all her strength.

"Now change feet." ordered Melanie.

Caroline obeyed and followed the same routine.

"Excellent, madam. Now stop and we'll do some obedience training." said Melanie.

"Please let me go." Caroline was trying to speak. Her mouth made the words, but she couldn't make a sound.

"Sorry madam, I couldn't quite hear you." sneered Melanie. "Now, get onto your hands and knees little doggy."

Melanie pointed at Caroline, who found herself being pulled off the bed and forced into position.

"Now to teach you to obey." said Melanie.

Melanie took her own shoes off.

"These smell of my sweaty feet madam. I've worn them all day. I wear shoes with plastic uppers to make my feet sweat and smell more. Would you like to smell my shoes and then if you're good, you can smell and perhaps even lick my feet. Would you like that, doggy." drooled Melanie.

Caroline's head just seemed to nod on it's own.

"Good. Come and get your first treat." said Melanie, who had now stripped naked and had just thrust a finger up her cunt. "Oh look, my finger's all slimey now. Come and lick it clean for me."

Caroline crawled over to Melanie and looked up at her in anticipation.

"You are a fucking pathetic little poodle, fucking madam." laughed Melanie. "Here you are, then."

Melanie held out her finger. Caroline extended her tongue and licked the juice off.

"Stop!" ordered Melanie. "Smell my shoe."

Melanie held out her left shoe and Caroline started to scamper towards it, just as she reached it, Melanie moved over to the other side of the room.

"Come on, smell my shoe." taunted Melanie.

Caroline started scurrying over again and just as before, Melanie moved.

"Stop! Look at me bitch." ordered Melanie. "You are desperate for the smell of my shoes and feet. You are so desperate. Come and get it."

Melanie had reinforced the craving and once again, the chase commenced.

"OK! That's enough. Time for some treats." said Melanie. "Hold out a hand, palm up."

Caroline obeyed. Melanie spat into Caroline's hand.

"Now wipe it over your dirty face." she ordered.

Caroline obeyed. Melanie dropped her shoes onto the carpet.

"Enjoy them." she laughed.

Caroline dived over to the shoes and sniffed and licked. Melanie went over and sat on the bed.

"Look at the pathetic bitch. Just like all the others." she mumbled to herself.

The helpless Caroline continued loving the shoes, crawling around on her hands and knees, she looked like a dog with a new bone.

Melanie just sat looking and wanking at the sight...

"Over here now, Madam Poodle." called Melanie. "Sit on the bed."

Caroline obeyed. Melanie layed down on the carpet, face up next to the bed.

"Rub your feet all over my face." Melanie ordered.

Caroline obeyed. Melanie guided the feet around her face, taking in stops at her nose and mouth. With her other hand, she wanked profusely. Caroline just sat staring ahead. She could do nothing to break free of Melanie's will.

"Oh heaven, heaven. Madam Poodle's feet are fucking heaven." muttered Melanie. After a while, Melanie came, heavily and noisily.

"Oh you are a good dog." she said to Caroline. She stood up and kissed Caroline on the lips.

"Lick the cunt juice from my fingers." she ordered. Caroline obeyed.

"Now your turn. Lay on the bed, face down and raise your feet up behind you and hold them." she instructed Caroline.

"Good. Now open your legs a bit, look straight ahead and close your eyes and mouth." she continued. "Now, guess what madam. You're paralysed. Go on, try and move."

Caroline tried with all her strength, but not a single muscle would respond. She couldn't open her eyes or mouth.

"That's what I call real bondage madam." taunted Melanie. "Now, where are those shoes you bought?"

Melanie picked one of the shoes up and started to wank Caroline with it. Firstly with the heel and then with the toe-end.

"OK madam, tongue time." declared Melanie, who proceded to penetrate her victim with her tongue.

Melanie pulled Caroline's cunt open some more and started some serious eating.

"Is this good enough madam? Oh, sorry you can't speak." she teased some more.

Caroline was in fact in ecstasy, but had no way of showing it, barring the wetness of her cunt. She soon came with power, but it was also painful, as she couldn't diffuse the emotion of the moment with her paralysed body.

"There you go madam. All over. Thanks for having me." giggled Melanie, who gave Caroline a cheeky pat on the bottom.

The room went quiet. Caroline fought to move.

"Help, dear God help!" she cried to herself. "Will I ever get out of this?" Tears were streaming down her face.

Caroline woke up. She could move and open her eyes again.

"Melanie." she called.

She looked around at her room, clothes and shoes strewn on the floor.

"It must have been a nightmare." she muttered.

After a while, she got up and started to tidy the mess, trying to convince herself that she had been acting out a bad dream. She picked up a small piece of plastic from the floor. It was a badge. Caroline read it and dropped it.

"Melanie - May I help You?" it read.

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