aussiefootslave
02-01-2003, 1:43 PM
This is my favorite story.. It helped to start my fetish back in 1994 it was in Leg Tease Magazine....I am copying it from the mag so it takes awhile as i am a two finger typer...lol...it is by someone whom called themself Footslave...so thank you to him!!!
A foot slave forever part 1 by Footslave
My first introduction to the female foot occurred when I was about 11. My parents were off on a “second honeymoon” and I was staying at my Aunt’s house for a three-day weekend. She had two girls who were close to my age. Patty was two years older, blonde and very attractive; Janice was a year younger, dark haired and very aggressive. They didn’t have a guest room and I was given the choice of sleeping downstairs on the couch or in the girl’s room. The girls shared one bed in one room. I chose the girl’s room because I knew I’d be up at the crack of dawn if I stayed on the couch. It was Friday night but Uncle John always rose early and started working, even on Saturday. It’s amazing to think now that nothing unusual was made of the fact that I would be sleeping in the girl’s room. Those were different days!
Everything was fine and “normal” from when my parents dropped me off just before supper until bedtime. I played paper dolls with Janice and Patty. I know that sounds like sissy play, and I suppose it was, but, that’s what they wanted to do. There wasn’t anyone else to play with, and they did let me use the boy dolls. Finally, we put on pajamas and went to bed about eleven. The girls slept at one end of the bed and I slept at the other, at their feet.
About three in the morning, I woke up. I had a dream that was scary and exciting. I dreamt I was a doormat at school. All the students were girls. I could see them getting off the bus and milling around, chatting about boys and classes and music, and so on. They kept getting closer and closer. I could almost see panties up a couple of skirts from my vantage point on the ground. Their legs looked great! Some were bare some had white stockings on. Some wore sneakers and some wore low heels. Then the bell rang and they began coming towards me; they were going to step right on me! I started screaming, “no, no, you’ll crush me,” and the excitement woke me up. I jerked back and opened my eyes. My dick was as hard as a rock! I was still in bed with Patty and Janice and I saw Janice’s bare foot on my pillow, right where my face had been. I must have been sleeping with her foot in my face. The thought seemed gross but attractive, too. As I looked at her foot, I could see that it was moist on the bottom. I must have drooled on her foot or, maybe, I kissed her foot in my sleep. My cock got even harder! I said to myself, “well, no matter; I’ve got to get back to sleep!” and I laid back down on the pillow, facing her pretty foot. I couldn’t close my eyes. I moved closer to her foot, trying to smell it. What had her foot tasted like? I asked myself. Well, she’s asleep and she’ll never know! I moved to her foot and gently kissed the bottom. It felt warm and wonderful. It was like being in some dream.
Just then, I heard a voice. It was Janice. “Keep kissing; I like it when you kiss my foot,” she said. She sat up and leaned back against the headboard. She kicked the cover off both of her feet. “Go on, do it or I’ll tell my mum what you were doing,” and she giggled. “Wonder what everyone would say if they heard that I caught you kissing my foot; I didn’t realize that you wanted to be my slave!”
“Please Janice, don’t tell; I don’t want to be your slave, I was just fooling around; don’t tell, I’ll do what you say!” I said. I pulled my body up to the end of the bed and curled in a groveling position. I took her foot in my hands and raised it to my lips. I couldn’t believe this was happening! I bent my head, and pressed my lips to her instep, and kissed her foot. I didn’t want to be her slave, did I?
It was a whole different feeling kissing her foot while she sat there and watched me. It wasn’t secret and she could direct her foot across my kissing lips in anyway she wanted. She saw me and laughed. The humiliation was intense! This was all happening way too fast! “He’s kissing your foot!” Patty said. “Yeah, and he better kiss the other one too” said Janice, as she brought her other foot to my face. I obeyed and released the first foot and took hold of the second. I again bent my head to her service and kissed her foot. I would never live this down! Who would these girls tell? This began to seem like a nightmare and I wanted it to stop right away! I wished I could wake up and breathe a sigh of relief, but, instead, I had my lips pressed to Janice’s foot. My dick was throbbing.
Patty looked right at me as I gently put Janice’s foot back down on the bed. “ You better kiss my feet, too, or I’ll tell everyone I know! I’ll tell them, not only that you kissed Janice’s feet, but that you liked it!” She laughed and put both of her feet in my lap.
Before I could raise Patty’s foot to my face, Janice pushed me hard with the foot I had just kissed. “Get down on the floor so I’ll be more comfortable; slaves are supposed to be on the floor,” she laughed again.
I slid to my knees at the foot of the bed. “I am not a slave!” I protested. I probably sounded whiny. I felt sort of foolish saying I wasn’t a slave, after kissing Janice’s foot and dropping to my knees before the two girls. If I wasn’t a slave, then what was I doing? Patty scooted forward, so that her feet hung off the edge, right in my face and repeated her command. “Kiss my feet slave; don’t stop kissing until I say so!” “I’m not your slave and I don’t have to kiss your feet; just leave me alone; go back to sleep and leave me alone!” I cried.
Janice slid forward and sat on the edge of the bed, with her feet on the floor. Patty slid forward, also, and put her feet on the floor. Both girls sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at me on my knees. Janice spoke, “tomorrow morning, I’m telling my dad and mom that you woke me up last night and when I looked you were wide awake and sniffing and kissing my crotch.” I gasped. “That’s not true; I haven’t been anywhere near your crotch; they won’t believe you!” I protested. “They’ll believe it, alright, because we’ll both say it,” said Patty. She gave me a little kick with her foot. “I’ll tell all my friends and your friends too” and she snickered. “I’ll tell them that you kissed my feet and that you loved it.” I could do nothing to escape now; I was already caught in their web. If I refused to obey them, they still had plenty to tell all of their friends, my friends, our families, the world! They could even make stuff up. I know I’d look guilty as hell if they mentioned kissing Janice’s feet because I did do that and I was more embarrassed than I’d ever been in my life. Anyone would know that I had done something and if something, probably everything. If I obeyed, I couldn’t make it any worse and maybe they’d take pity on me. I was wrong!
Patty extended her foot towards me and repeated her command, “kiss my foot slave; and, before you do, say, I’m your slave Mistresses Patty and Janice; say it slave!”
I almost choked on the tears that began trickling down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but, there was nothing I could do to save myself. I whispered, “I’m your slave Mistress Patty; I’m your slave Mistress Janice” and I began kissing Patty’s feet. She wouldn’t let me touch her instep. She held her foot up to my mouth and I had to kiss the bottoms of her feet. I kissed the bottom of each foot while she and Janice stared at me. I wondered what they were thinking. I hoped they would let me stop and that they wouldn’t tell anyone.
Patty pushed her foot hard in my face and pushed me away while both girls giggled. Their feet were on the floor, and I knelt, looking at them. Patty said, “take your pajamas off. I want to see your body while you kiss my feet.” I pleaded with her, “please don’t make me take my clothes off Patty, please!” Janice put her foot on my shoulder and said, “you’d better do what we say or Mistress patty will tell; besides, slaves are supposed to do whatever their owners tell them to do.”
I knew she was right. I unbuttoned my pajama shirt and pulled it off, while Janice brushed my face with the bottom of her foot. I reached down and unbuttoned my pajama bottoms and pulled them off, too. My little dick was standing straight up when, I thought, it would shrivel at this embarrassment, but it didn’t. It was in ecstasy!
A foot slave forever part 1 by Footslave
My first introduction to the female foot occurred when I was about 11. My parents were off on a “second honeymoon” and I was staying at my Aunt’s house for a three-day weekend. She had two girls who were close to my age. Patty was two years older, blonde and very attractive; Janice was a year younger, dark haired and very aggressive. They didn’t have a guest room and I was given the choice of sleeping downstairs on the couch or in the girl’s room. The girls shared one bed in one room. I chose the girl’s room because I knew I’d be up at the crack of dawn if I stayed on the couch. It was Friday night but Uncle John always rose early and started working, even on Saturday. It’s amazing to think now that nothing unusual was made of the fact that I would be sleeping in the girl’s room. Those were different days!
Everything was fine and “normal” from when my parents dropped me off just before supper until bedtime. I played paper dolls with Janice and Patty. I know that sounds like sissy play, and I suppose it was, but, that’s what they wanted to do. There wasn’t anyone else to play with, and they did let me use the boy dolls. Finally, we put on pajamas and went to bed about eleven. The girls slept at one end of the bed and I slept at the other, at their feet.
About three in the morning, I woke up. I had a dream that was scary and exciting. I dreamt I was a doormat at school. All the students were girls. I could see them getting off the bus and milling around, chatting about boys and classes and music, and so on. They kept getting closer and closer. I could almost see panties up a couple of skirts from my vantage point on the ground. Their legs looked great! Some were bare some had white stockings on. Some wore sneakers and some wore low heels. Then the bell rang and they began coming towards me; they were going to step right on me! I started screaming, “no, no, you’ll crush me,” and the excitement woke me up. I jerked back and opened my eyes. My dick was as hard as a rock! I was still in bed with Patty and Janice and I saw Janice’s bare foot on my pillow, right where my face had been. I must have been sleeping with her foot in my face. The thought seemed gross but attractive, too. As I looked at her foot, I could see that it was moist on the bottom. I must have drooled on her foot or, maybe, I kissed her foot in my sleep. My cock got even harder! I said to myself, “well, no matter; I’ve got to get back to sleep!” and I laid back down on the pillow, facing her pretty foot. I couldn’t close my eyes. I moved closer to her foot, trying to smell it. What had her foot tasted like? I asked myself. Well, she’s asleep and she’ll never know! I moved to her foot and gently kissed the bottom. It felt warm and wonderful. It was like being in some dream.
Just then, I heard a voice. It was Janice. “Keep kissing; I like it when you kiss my foot,” she said. She sat up and leaned back against the headboard. She kicked the cover off both of her feet. “Go on, do it or I’ll tell my mum what you were doing,” and she giggled. “Wonder what everyone would say if they heard that I caught you kissing my foot; I didn’t realize that you wanted to be my slave!”
“Please Janice, don’t tell; I don’t want to be your slave, I was just fooling around; don’t tell, I’ll do what you say!” I said. I pulled my body up to the end of the bed and curled in a groveling position. I took her foot in my hands and raised it to my lips. I couldn’t believe this was happening! I bent my head, and pressed my lips to her instep, and kissed her foot. I didn’t want to be her slave, did I?
It was a whole different feeling kissing her foot while she sat there and watched me. It wasn’t secret and she could direct her foot across my kissing lips in anyway she wanted. She saw me and laughed. The humiliation was intense! This was all happening way too fast! “He’s kissing your foot!” Patty said. “Yeah, and he better kiss the other one too” said Janice, as she brought her other foot to my face. I obeyed and released the first foot and took hold of the second. I again bent my head to her service and kissed her foot. I would never live this down! Who would these girls tell? This began to seem like a nightmare and I wanted it to stop right away! I wished I could wake up and breathe a sigh of relief, but, instead, I had my lips pressed to Janice’s foot. My dick was throbbing.
Patty looked right at me as I gently put Janice’s foot back down on the bed. “ You better kiss my feet, too, or I’ll tell everyone I know! I’ll tell them, not only that you kissed Janice’s feet, but that you liked it!” She laughed and put both of her feet in my lap.
Before I could raise Patty’s foot to my face, Janice pushed me hard with the foot I had just kissed. “Get down on the floor so I’ll be more comfortable; slaves are supposed to be on the floor,” she laughed again.
I slid to my knees at the foot of the bed. “I am not a slave!” I protested. I probably sounded whiny. I felt sort of foolish saying I wasn’t a slave, after kissing Janice’s foot and dropping to my knees before the two girls. If I wasn’t a slave, then what was I doing? Patty scooted forward, so that her feet hung off the edge, right in my face and repeated her command. “Kiss my feet slave; don’t stop kissing until I say so!” “I’m not your slave and I don’t have to kiss your feet; just leave me alone; go back to sleep and leave me alone!” I cried.
Janice slid forward and sat on the edge of the bed, with her feet on the floor. Patty slid forward, also, and put her feet on the floor. Both girls sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at me on my knees. Janice spoke, “tomorrow morning, I’m telling my dad and mom that you woke me up last night and when I looked you were wide awake and sniffing and kissing my crotch.” I gasped. “That’s not true; I haven’t been anywhere near your crotch; they won’t believe you!” I protested. “They’ll believe it, alright, because we’ll both say it,” said Patty. She gave me a little kick with her foot. “I’ll tell all my friends and your friends too” and she snickered. “I’ll tell them that you kissed my feet and that you loved it.” I could do nothing to escape now; I was already caught in their web. If I refused to obey them, they still had plenty to tell all of their friends, my friends, our families, the world! They could even make stuff up. I know I’d look guilty as hell if they mentioned kissing Janice’s feet because I did do that and I was more embarrassed than I’d ever been in my life. Anyone would know that I had done something and if something, probably everything. If I obeyed, I couldn’t make it any worse and maybe they’d take pity on me. I was wrong!
Patty extended her foot towards me and repeated her command, “kiss my foot slave; and, before you do, say, I’m your slave Mistresses Patty and Janice; say it slave!”
I almost choked on the tears that began trickling down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but, there was nothing I could do to save myself. I whispered, “I’m your slave Mistress Patty; I’m your slave Mistress Janice” and I began kissing Patty’s feet. She wouldn’t let me touch her instep. She held her foot up to my mouth and I had to kiss the bottoms of her feet. I kissed the bottom of each foot while she and Janice stared at me. I wondered what they were thinking. I hoped they would let me stop and that they wouldn’t tell anyone.
Patty pushed her foot hard in my face and pushed me away while both girls giggled. Their feet were on the floor, and I knelt, looking at them. Patty said, “take your pajamas off. I want to see your body while you kiss my feet.” I pleaded with her, “please don’t make me take my clothes off Patty, please!” Janice put her foot on my shoulder and said, “you’d better do what we say or Mistress patty will tell; besides, slaves are supposed to do whatever their owners tell them to do.”
I knew she was right. I unbuttoned my pajama shirt and pulled it off, while Janice brushed my face with the bottom of her foot. I reached down and unbuttoned my pajama bottoms and pulled them off, too. My little dick was standing straight up when, I thought, it would shrivel at this embarrassment, but it didn’t. It was in ecstasy!