Foot Worship: The Training of A Foot Slave

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I meant every word. Two days ago, I would have never imagined I could tell my best friend something so embarassing, but now I just didn’t care anymore. Rebecca smiled down to me, blushing slightly.

This… won’t change our friendship?” I asked uncertain. Rebecca immediately shook her head, smiling soothingly. She told me about some clowns on Fetlife messaging her, begging to be her slave and she doesn’t really want anymore so she’s been telling them to tribute her and then she might consider them, which causes most to go away. Lol Actually Tom, there is a question that I have”, she opened her legs and let them dangle from the bed. She looked at me in a more serious manner then.

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Hey, I'm a hobbyist author which writes non-sexual stories and articles since ten years and I started writing footfetish-stories anonymously around one year ago. I'm german so my english might still be awkward many times, but from my watchers on deviantart I hear it really got better over time. Edit: I cant, becauseof the word limitation per post. So I'll give you the rest of the chapters here. I'll alsolink you the drive-textswhere I wrote this story and which is imo the best place to read them. Anyway, after she sends me to fetch her ice cream at the store, I return and she tells me to get my bowl because she has to pee. I presented my special bowl and she tells me to bow down with my face to the floor. “Thank you Goddess.” I said as I obeyed. I tried to look up and watch her pee and she scolded me. “Head DOWN. What? Are you trying to see? You can hear it. That’s good enough for you.”

The next day came and I got out as soon as I can and headed for the boat. When I arrived, there were plenty of groups each in a minimum of 3. Everyone seemed so friendly and welcoming though, so it wasn't as awkward as I thought it would've been. People were simply looking forward to enjoying an amazing booze cruise and getting drunk to the point where they would be trying to balance even once off the boat. The boy:girl ratio was also unreal; there were literally about 80 girls and roughly 11 guys including myself. Once the boat took off after the captain recited the rules (such as no jumping off the top of the boat), the drinks started flowing. She again smiled like a brat who just got her own way. "Good boy. Now, do not stop kissing my feet no matter what. I am going to list to you a set of rules that you must follow for the rest of this party. If you can follow them successfully, and I can see that you really are dedicated to serving me, then I will allow you the pleasure of being my very own personal holiday slave. This is your desire, remember that. Be very grateful I am even giving you this opportunity." she said to me while I kissed at her feet across the same spots my lips have already covered. "Before I get to the rules though, who did you come here with?" she asked. When the movie ended Goddess offered her friend a foot rub but her friend had to leave.. I was curious about those feet.. but oh well. Sometimes Goddess’ friends accept. Ha ha. She smiled, it wasn’t her usual, charismatic smile, but the one she only weared when she was excited and really thrilled to find something out. It was a stunning smile, no question, and it fitted her creative nature perfectly, but I still was always a bit scared when I saw it, as everyone else around her. Let’s assume these ‘Worship-sessions’ need us both to be mistress and slave, always. So what do you think where you should be in this sessions, always?” She asked with a sweet and lovely, but challenging voice while looking in my eyes. I immediately understood, kneeled before her and placed my forehead directly in front of her punky leather boots.I REALLY didn’t know what to say. I stared at her and made a face like she was some fairy from a magical kingdom that just granted me ten thousand wishes, which is probably a pretty dumb face to look at. It made Rebecca laugh. Rebecca threw her bag in a corner without a care in the world, sat on her bed and sighed in a relaxed manner. If at any moment I embarrass, humiliate, and expose you for being the submissive little foot freak that you are, you don't complain about it. I thought about that just now, while you punished me. I teased you for being naive, young and innocent sometimes, and while it was only fun, it must feel pretty awesome to be the mistress of your ‘Bully’ now, hm? If I look at it like that I can understand it even better.”

You got it right the first time, out in the sea." I thought about it for a second - the only words I said out there were "Yes Miss"... Miss? That's what I'm supposed to call her? I gave it a go: I climbed the ladder and struggled to the boat, eventually falling to my hands and knees as all the energy had been taken away from me. I thought to myself about what had just happened; I saw a girl who was in desperate need of help from drowning or drifting too far away from the boat, and after saving her she treated me like a lowly slave. On top of that, I accepted it and let her do it and she probably knew it. A second later, I noticed the most beautiful foot appear before my eyes about 5cm from my face. It looked about UK size 4 and had a very natural tanned but soaking wet top. The toenails were clear polished and looked very looked after. I noticed an anklet too which in my opinion multiplies any female foot's sexiness. The most amazing part of the foot though was not the toe nails or the anklet, it was the very high and incredibly sexy arch. Without a doubt, this was the most beautiful foot I had ever seen in my entire life. After staring at it which could have been a few seconds into the moment where it becomes questionable, I managed to look up and see who this divine foot belonged to. Sure enough, it was the girl I had saved out in the sea. She stood towering above me, hands on her hips, the sun right behind her head in my view adding to the Goddess complex she already had on me. She had long light-brown hair which was blowing furiously in the wind and green eyes with enough colour to hypnotise any man who looked into them. I thought to myself that it was no accident that her foot landed where it did, and she meant for it to obstruct my view of the wet floor of the boat to get my attention. To me, it showed a huge amount of dominance and power which she surely had over me already with only 8 words being exchanged between us. She smiled and said approvingly "good job!" as she proceeded to find her belongings. Although I expected a thank you, I felt very proud as she said those words. She said it as if a thanks wasn't even required. Regardless, it was enough for me and gave me the strength to get up, get my stuff and head to a booth downstairs of the boat. That was pretty interesting, I didn’t know foot fetishism was that versatile… only that…”, she smiled at me, the childish smile that she always showed when justifying herself, “...I’m not sure if I went too far. The people in these videos are either actors, hardcore-masochists, or strangers. You’re my friend, Tom.” What a shame, indeed.” she responded amused. More than an hour had passed, her feet were still gleaming, but now only from my saliva, there was not a single drop of sweat left, and to prove that, a foul, overwhelming taste filled my mouth, a taste that I certainly would never forget, just as Rebecca wished it.No, boy. Apologise for hurting my foot, and then get down and kiss my feet. Kiss my feet better for hurting it with your leg" was her answer. Now, putting on her flip flops while down on my knees felt like the easiest decision I could make. She wanted me to kiss her feet now in front of everyone? The entire time this was going on, her two friends were sat there laughing in hysterics as their stunning friend continued to humiliate me purely for her own amusement. She saw the questionable look on my face. Good boy" she responded. I got it right. I did not have the right to know, let alone call her by her real name. I was only allowed the chance to refer to her as Miss.

I started slurping up the rest of her Golden nectar. It was really clear and had sort of a very diluted sweet flavor.. kinda like how Hint water has subtle flavors of fruit. Except.. it didn’t taste like any fruit lol. Every morning when you wake up and every night before bed, you will worship my feet no matter how tired you are. Why can’t I? Do you think I’m naive enough to never have heard anything about foot-fetishism before?”Thank you again for this, Rebecca. I know this is somehow sexual, and thereby awkward, but it means a lot to me that I got the chance to enjoy my love for feet for once, and I won’t’” No, actually I think you were. And so was I. But I also think that you’re not entirely sure yourself how serious you were.”