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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Foot fetish Stories - Julianna

Julianna and I have been married almost thirteen years. I am rather average looking by anyone's standards and consider myself the luckiest man in the world. My wife exercises almost everyday and her body is firmer and tighter, now, than it was when I met first her. She is 5' 8 1/2"tall, weighs about 110 pounds, and has an awe-inspiring 38DDD-21-34 figure. Julianna has a strikingly beautiful face, brown eyes, a great tan, and long blonde hair. Nature had blessed her with a beautiful pair of size-7 ½ feet, too. Julianna has high, aristocratic arches, and soft, wrinkled soles. Her toes are perfect, long and elegant, with the second toes slightly longer than the big toes; and the nails are square shaped. Julianna’s feet are truly deserving of complete and utter worship.

Julianna and I have a fantastic love life. I have had a something of a foot fetish as far back as I can remember, and the idea of worshiping her beautiful feet was becoming an obsession to me. When I eventually worked up the courage to tell her about my attraction to her feet, she was pleasantly amused.

“I didn’t think you had noticed that I even have feet,” she giggled, playfully cupping her large breasts. “You’re sure full of surprises tonight.”

That night, Julianna let me worship her feet for the first time. To say I enjoyed this is an understatement. She liked it, too-- very much, in fact-- and spent half an hour working her soles up and down my face and her toes in and out of my mouth. I licked and sucked her feet like a maniac, and she was amazed to see the level of my excitement. We ended up fucked each other’s brains out; it was the best sex we had shared in quite a while.

From that night forward, my licking her feet and sucking her toes became a regular part of our sex life. Julianna loves the way I pay attention to her feet during foreplay and always keep her tootsies looking good, giving her weekly pedicures. Julianna also enjoys nice, long foot massages with moisturizing lotion.

I had always been turned on by the idea of serving as a total foot slave, too, but never had the courage to reveal some of my more intense fantasies to my Julianna. Actually, my fantasies went far beyond just worshiping her feet. I had always believed Julianna was too sweet and sensitive to consider some of the things I had in mind, and was content to surreptitiously look at female domination websites to satisfy my submissive curiosity.

Julianna and I were lying in bed one night, and I was massaging her feet when she asked me that critical question, "Honey, what are your some of your kinkiest sexual fantasies?"

I hesitated a little, and she knew then that I was uncomfortable to reveal my fantasies.

"Come on, tell me!" she playfully insisted.

"Well,” I began slowly, “I have always been intrigued by female domination.”

Her eyes never left mine and she persisted, "What kind of female domination?"

“I have always been embarrassed by these particular desires, always wondering if I was 'normal' or 'sane' because of them. Please don't think ill of me or freak out, they’re just fantasies, okay?"

"Go on, honey," she smiled warmly and assured me. “I’ll understand.” 

"I have always had fantasies about,” I gulped, “being abused and used; spanked, slapped, having my face sat on, and walked being on. Maybe being tied up. That sort of thing.”

Julianna did not say anything and never took her eyes off of mine while I nervously told her of my darkest desires.

"I would be humiliated and forced to do things against my will,” I continued. “I’d have to lick a woman’s feet clean after she's been barefoot all day and her feet are really dirty. I have always wondered what it would be like to have a woman pee right in my face, not that I want to drink it, well, maybe taste it a little. And I would be used to give her sexual pleasure and then suffer denial. I don't know why these situations are so exciting to me. I can't tell you how or why these fantasies developed. I haven’t a clue.”

“Would you like me to dominate and humiliate you?” she asked. “Is that what you are trying to say?”

I took a deep breath and answered,” Yes, I can think of no woman that I would rather worship and serve than you.”

Julianna smiled a little and wearily said, "I'm going to have to think about this," then turned over and went to sleep.

I figured that Julianna was repulsed by what I had told her, or that she thought I was out of my mind. I did not get much sleep that night. I kept watching her sleeping form, wishing that I had never confessed my female domination fantasies to her. I feared that my revelations may have destroyed our marriage. I wished the conversation could just be forgotten.

Julianna seemed emotionally distant the next morning. Then, I was out of town on business for the next two days. I called home a few times, but got no answer. I was really starting to worry. When I got home on Friday afternoon, I found that Julianna was not there. I found a four-page, hand written letter on the nightstand:

Hi, Sweetie:

I hope that my not answering the phone did not alarm you. I needed some time to think things over. You can expect me to be home at 7 o’clock.

I have grown increasingly fond of attentiveness you demonstrate by kissing and caressing my feet when we make love. The affection you pay to my feet is both erotically and emotionally satisfying to me; it makes me feel sexy and I relish the feelings of eroticism and power that comes from having you adoringly at my feet.

I appreciate your honesty and the level of trust you place in me by admitting your darkest desires when I asked you about them. I know how hard it was for you to speak of these things. It seems only natural to me that you would wish to extend your foot fetish into areas of subjugation. It came of no surprise to me when I checked the history file on our computer and discovered that you have been visiting female domination websites regularly. I have sensed all along that this was your ultimate desire. The great passion you take in descending to the level of my feet speaks for itself.

I see your willingness to serve humbly at the feet of the woman you love and to submit unconditionally to her as a very special gift; an intense love that transcends common sexuality. After giving it considerable thought, I have decided to claim that gift. I shall assume the role of the dominant woman you so desperately need and I shall find it fascinating for you to find your ideal at my feet; and I shall amuse myself gloriously in the process.

Since your vacation begins on Monday, this would be an excellent opportunity for us to fully explore a Mistress/slave relationship. I would really enjoy having you at my beck and call 24/7 for the entire week.

I realize that worshiping my feet is an important component of your desire to be enslaved. For that reason, and especially for my own enjoyment, I can assure you that serving at my feet will be one of your regular duties. My feet are the lowest part of my body and your place will be at my feet; this is symbolic of your new status. You will bathe my dirty, sweaty feet with your tongue. I will trample you, both barefoot and in heels, and use you body as your footrest. In addition to worshiping my feet, you will polish my shoes with your tongue, both inside and out.
There is much you will need to learn to serve efficiently as my slave. You will learn, for instance, that whenever I walk into a room you will immediately kneel before me and gaze worshipfully at my feet. You will keep your eyes lowered to my feet at all times, unless I instruct you otherwise. You will not speak unless spoken to and, if it is necessary for you to reply, you will respectfully address my feet. You will address me as Mistress at all times.
I will be your Mistress, your Goddess, but even more importantly than that, you will think of me as your teacher and guide. You must surrender to me completely: your mind, your body, your male ego, your all. I will teach you to conform to my expectations of what a slave should be. You will act as my personal houseboy, butler, chef, chauffer, valet, beautician, masseuse, and perform whatever errands are necessary to please me. You will serve me in the bedroom, dining room, and bathroom. My week will be spent in leisure and in the pursuit of pleasure-- shopping, sunbathing, and relaxing-- while you cater to my every whim.


Seeing those female domination websites and learning even more about your fantasies seems to have awakened primal and hedonistic urges within me; perhaps stirring unrealized needs of which I had been unaware. I shall take this opportunity to explore my fantasies, too. I will be selfish and our sex will focus on my needs and desires only. You will perform cunnilingus and analingus whenever I desire. As my slave, you shall not share my bed. You will sleep on the floor. To prevent your succumbing to the temptation of pleasuring yourself, we may need to get you a cock restraint for you. Your worth as a foot slave will be measured by the pleasure I receive from this arrangement. At the end of the week, if I decide that you have served me well, you will be sexually rewarded.
I must caution you that some of the things I plan to carry out may be disagreeable to you. Perhaps you will come to renounce your fantasies once you have experienced the severity of their reality; however, as your Mistress, I claim the right to do whatever brings me amusement, happiness, and pleasure. I know that it may be difficult for you to always satisfy my demands, either because of your mood or because of the level of humiliation involved; however, I want you to understand that you will never be excused from your duties. To show you mercy would be to deprive you of the adventure of true slavery at a woman’s feet. If you are disobedient or fail to please me, I will punish you severely. I will become increasingly demanding as the week goes on.
I have fully explained my expectations as your Mistress and want you to fully consider them before agreeing to spend the week as my slave.


If you choose to become my slave under the conditions I have described, you will greet me at the door tonight when I get home. I want you to be nude and kneeling, and welcome me home by kissing my feet. When I present you with my hand, you will kiss it and remove my wedding ring as a gesture of your agreement to forego any rights you have as my husband for the next seven days. From the moment you remove my wedding ring, there will be no turning back. We will immediately cease to be husband and wife; we shall be Mistress and slave. You told me that you wished to be humiliated and forced to do things against your will, and I can assure you that this will be the case.
When the week is over, and we return to husband and wife, you must promise to exonerate me of all that you have experienced or suffered as my slave. I would never want this game to interfere with the success of our marriage. I want you to remember that I love you very much, darling. If next week brings you anguish or humiliation, you should consider yourself fortunate to experience what it truly means to be enslaved at my feet.


Love,
Julianna

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My hungry pussy

My name is Lana. I am 27 and I'm a good girl from Eastern Europe. I have an American boyfriend whom I love very much because he is very open minded just like me. he also loves ex as much as I do. We are working towards our future and plan to marry in the near future and move together somewhere in Europe. We spend a lot of time apart from each other, so we have an open relationship. It doesn't mean that we don't love each other; it only mean that we are not selfish and want to make sure that the other person is satisfied sexually while being away from each other.

Last month I changed jobs. I work as a secretary and for the last 3 weeks had been noticing my 42 year old boss looking at me with desire in his eyes. I don't really screw around too much but this time I was really horny and started flirting back. This last Friday he asked me to stay a little later to talk about work and I said yes knowing what his intentions were. When everyone was gone about 6:00 PM, his friend Vladimir came in. My boss Sergei offered me a drink of vodka and I accepted gracefully. One drink turned into two and into ten at the end. The two of them had something planned between them and I was feeling hornier and hornier by the minute.

My boyfriend and I had been talking about me getting gangbanged for a long time but he wanted me to try at least 8 the first time. I had never been fucked by more than one guy at this point. As Vladimir went to the bathroom, Sergei came over to me and started kissing me. My panties were wet at this point and as he kissed me, his hands started feeling my breasts and he put my hand on his hard tool. He gently pushed me down onto the office sofa and stuck his hand down my panties to touch my wet pussy. He pulled his hard cock out and as he played with my pussy underneath my panties, he put his cock in my mouth and my hand on his balls.

As I started sucking him with my legs wide open I noticed Vladimir standing next to us with his cock out in his hand. Wasting no time as Sergei stuck his cock deeper and deeper down my throat, Vladimir took my panties off, pulled my miniskirt way up and started licking my pussy. His tongue was eating my pussy voraciously. While I played with Sergei's balls and sucked his cock hard, Vladimir stuck his tongue down my vagina and started licking my ass. I had only had anal sex with my boyfriend Alex once before this and it had taken place 5 months before. The more he licked my ass, the hotter I got and as I took Sergei's cock all the way down to hi balls, Vladimir stuck his middle finger inside my ass. Then he put two and then three.

I was drunk and relaxed. Vladimir started taking my pantyhose off and as soon as he took my shoes off, he started licking and sucking my toes. I loved this because my BF has a foot fetish and this turns me on tremendously. Then Vladimir, penetrated my pussy hard and started fucking me while sucking my toes and licking my soles. Wow !!! Two cocks at the same time !! They fucked me in this position for about 10 minutes and then they turned me around and put me in the doggie position and changed holes. Now I was fucking Sergei from behind while sucking Vladimir's cock. Sergei picked up his cell and started calling his buddies to come over to the office, while he fucked me hard. He asked them to bring a lot of lubrication. Now I asked Sergei to sit on the office chair while I sat on his cock and sucked on Vladimir's.

In no time there were 12 more guys in that small office and they wasted no time on getting me ready for multiple penetrations. First they put lubricant in my ass and then they lifted me up and sat me on top of a guy called Andrei's hard cock. He put a lot of lubrication on his cock and those guys guided me in... I went AAAAHHHHH... as I felt his hard cock expand my anus to the limit. They started rocking me up and down his cock until it went all the way to his balls in my asshole. Vladimir went in front of me and penetrated my pussy as far as he could. Another guy put his cock in my mouth.... and the great fucking and sucking started. Here I was with 15 hard cocks and everyone was drunk and horny and screaming and cumming in my holes. After a few guys had already filled my holes with cum, I felt my first orgasm coming.

It was my real first anal orgasm because when my BF had fucked me in the ass that was a little painful and I had asked him to cum right away. It was awesome because my pussy started contracting and my toes curled. It was a great, horny, wild night and when the guys heard me scream as i came they went crazy on me. Last night I had two in my mouth, two in my pussy and even two in my ass at different times. I also drank a lot of salty delicious cum. It was 10 AM the this morning when the last guy came in my ass and left. I took a taxi home to my apartment,and when I got off the taxi I looked down and there was semen all over the seat where I had sat down. I also smelled like sex so the cab driver kept on looking at me funny. Guys are already starting to call my cell phone. I better change my number and my job if I want to enjoy these memories in peace. Alex was very happy when I told him all this on the phone and I hope that my story makes you happy too. I LOVE gangbangs !!!

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Watersports with a dominatrix

My 2nd enounter with WS was with a dominatrix I found listed on a website. She listed her specialities and these included WS and she was fairly local (but nit to close fir comfort) We corresponded a few times by email just so I could explain my specific fantasy, after my earlier experience where I asked a lady I visited I wanted to repeat the experience but in a more forced Dom scenario.

On the day I arrived at a fairly plain and unassuming block of flats. I was slightly nervous as there were workman painting on the floor I needed to visit, I just walked straight past them a knocked on the address I had been given. The door opened slightly and I heard a whisper "come in" as u stepped in side the dimly lit room I could make out a bed and some sort of medical chair. This was clearly a bed sit done out like a dungeon, we discussed finances and confined my specific needs, the lady was polite and sounded very experienced. Once money had changed hands here tone changed, this was a shock at first but was quite obvious soon that it was part if the act. She demanded I lick her toes, odd I thought as I had not expressed a foot fetish, I need not worry this was just a build up to the main event. Lick she demanded pointing to slightly hairy mound. I eagerly licked a she moaned, she soon shifted position from the bed to rh medical chair, thrusting her a&&& in the air demanded a lick again.

After a while she got up and walked to the comer of the room where a curtain hid a sink and she retrieved a wine flute which she waved in my face. Ready fir a drink ? She said I could not speak but nodded , she positioned the glass under her pussy and looked me straight in the face, it started as a trickle but soon sped up, she handed the glass to me and demanded DRINK drink it all, although it was pretty dark I could see the colour was pretty dark shade if yellow, in my previous experiences if watersports it had been pretty watered down as wen you book I assume they take on lots if water, I don't think this was the case, I my first gulp confined this, it took me back slightly as it had a very sting taste , never less I soon finished it and she then directed me to lie on the floor where she straddled my face and made me lick her clean. Did you enjoy she said seemingly not out if the character, yes I replied it was great, she raised her crouch up slightly and then began to pee again, I was not expecting it but I quickly re positioned my mouth to drink some mire if her nectre. After she had finished she explained that it was part of what she had planned but thought I deserved a little treat as u gad been such an obedient slave.

What a wonderful session, I am sure I will make another booking soon.

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