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A Dream Comes True
Submitted on 06/11/06

by foot slave zerO

I was sitting in the dim corner of a cocktail lounge of a restaurant. A week
before, I had answered an ad in hopes of setting up a discreet encounter
with a professional dominatrix. Goddess Victoria was quite insightful, and I
was able to discuss with her some of my darker fantasies and prior
experiences with professional dominas as well as some of my limitations. She
had her limitations, too; and once we established our respective boundaries,
we agreed to meet on neutral ground, after which, if all was agreeable, we
would go to her place. The financial tribute Goddess Victoria required was
quite high, but I surmised that the opportunity of serving her was well
worth it.

I suppose that every foot lover has a specific kind of feet he prefers. The
close up photograph of Goddess Victoria's feet that accompanied her ad
revealed that her feet were definitely my type. Her feet were clad in
strappy high heeled sandals that revealed her perfectly shaped toes. Her
arches were high and her ankles were well-formed. Her feet were the ideal
width, not too narrow and not too broad.



When Goddess Victoria entered the lounge, I spotted her immediately; she had
told me that she would be wearing a red blouse, Daisy Duke denim cutoffs,
and a pair of black knee-high boots with stiletto heels. Every eye in the
place turned her way. I motioned her to come over to my table and, as she
made her way across the room, I was thunderstruck. I knew this woman; it was
Vicki Spon.

In high school, ten years before, Vicki was the idol of every guy. She was a
varsity cheerleader, a member of the Honor Society, homecoming queen, and
was voted best looking in my graduation class. She dated the quarterback of
our football team, too. Vicki looked just as beautiful as I had remembered
her, standing about 5' 6' tall, with long, dark brown hair, smooth olive
skin, and the cutest full, round ass you could imagine. Her breast weren't
huge, but proportionate to her body. And her face was classically beautiful,
heart-shaped with high cheekbones, dimples, sensuous lips, seductive eyes,
and a winning smile.

When she sat down, my mind was racing.

"Have we met before?" she asked me, her brow furrowed.

"We went to high school together," I blurted out. "I used to sit behind you
in government class. I had a big crush on you."

"So now you want to become one of my toe suckers, do you?" she smiled.

I felt a bit uncomfortable by the fact that this encounter did not have the
same level of anonymity that my previous meeting with dominatrices held.

"Yes," I sheepishly replied.

"You had a puppy dog crush on me and worshipped me from afar," she smiled.
Now you finally have the opportunity to worship me in person. This must be a
big day for you."

There did not seem to be any arrogance in her comment, she was just very
perceptive.


"Yes, Goddess Victoria," I agreed. "Being allowed to worship your feet would
be a dream come true."

"Well," she looked me right in the eye, "what's it worth to you?"

I was taken aback by her candidness. I took out my wallet and discreetly
handed her the financial tribute we had agreed upon.

"That's really sweet," she told me. "I'm more than happy to take your money.
I've always believed in the adage that a fool and his money are soon parted.
I want you to understand something, though. My feet are not for hire, and I
am very particular about in whose mouth I put my toes. If you want my feet,
you will have to prove yourself to me first. You'd do anything to worship me
feet, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, of course, Goddess Victoria," I affirmed.

"Well," she smiled, "we're going to see how much pain and humiliation you
will tolerate to earn the reward of worshiping my feet."

"Yes, Goddess Vickie," I responded with growing apprehension.

Goddess Victoria offered to drive me back to her place and I soon found
myself sitting passively in the front seat next to her, feeling as star
struck in her presence as I had in high school. I felt unworthy and
completely in awe of this Goddess. I was too nervous to talk. Goddess
Victoria had been very blunt about her expectations and intentions. The
feeling of anguish, humiliation and helplessness is what intrigues me about
female domination. I have never understood this craving, but I have learned
to accept it and embrace it. My mind was abuzz with fantasies of being
totally dominated by this dazzling Goddess. I felt a powerful tingling
sensation in my genitals.

"I'll bet you dreamed about me and jerked off while we were in high school,
didn't you?" she asked as we pulled into her driveway.

"Yes, Goddess Victoria," I admitted.

"Did you fantasize about fucking me?"

"Yes, Goddess Victoria," I shyly admitted.

"Shame on you," she chuckled. "You need to be punished for that."

Once we entered her house, Goddess Victoria led me downstairs to her play
room.

"Strip," she ordered me. "I'll be back in a few minutes start you off with a
whipping."

As I undressed, I kept glancing at Goddess Victoria's collection of whips
and paddles and wondered which one she would use on me. The prospect of a
whipping was daunting. I knelt there on the floor, completely naked, and
awaited her return. It was about five minutes before I heard the sound of
Goddess Victoria's boots coming down the hall, although it seemed much
longer. Goddess Victoria came into the room and shut the door.

She snapped a dog collar onto my neck, attached a leash, and led me to a
table.

"Bend over" she commanded.

I did as I was told. My position made my bare bottom completely vulnerable
to her. She selected a riding crop from the wall and took up position,
standing behind me.

"I don't want you to fantasize about fucking me ever again," she told me.
"Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Goddess Victoria," I responded with mounting anxiety.

I tried to brace myself for the whipping I knew was coming. The riding crop
swished the air and a stripe of pain burned across my buttocks. The sting
seemed to spread after a few seconds. As the pain started to fade I felt the
second stroke, a little harder this time. I cried out. Goddess Victoria
swung the crop methodically, again and again, one stroke every ten seconds
or so. I squirmed and clenched my buttocks in pain when she gave me a stroke
across the tender crease where buttocks and thighs meet.

"Lay still," Goddess Victoria warned, "or I'll give you a paddling for
moving out of position."

Goddess Victoria continued whipping me. Each stroke seemed to hurt more than
the last. I was only thinking about how much the whipping hurt, not the
consequences of struggling. I jerked out of position again, causing Goddess
Victoria's next stroke to fall partly across my hip.

"That's two swats with the paddle," she told me sternly. "You had better lie
still."

By the time Goddess Victoria finished administering a total of twenty hard
stokes with the whip, I had moved out of position one more time.

"I'm going to give you four swats for moving out of position," she told me.

"I'm sorry," I gasped. "I tried to stay still, but it hurt so much."

"Whippings are supposed to hurt," Goddess Victoria laughed, selecting a
wooden paddle from the wall. "And so do paddlings."

There was a long pause before anything happened. I gripped the table's edges
for dear life and tried to prepare myself. Whack! The paddle landing on my
sore, freshly whipped buttocks hurt terribly. Whack! It felt like my ass was
in flames. Whack! Whack!


"On your knees," Goddess Victoria told me as she set the paddle down and
pointed to the floor.

My ass was red and stinging, and I was whimpering as I positioned myself
before her.

"Oh, poor baby," Goddess Victoria offered her mock sympathy. "Do you still
wish you could fuck me?"

I was sobbing, trying to catch my breath, and could not muster an answer.

"Maybe I should fuck you," she smirked, producing a large dildo; it was
about a foot and a half long and nearly as big around as a beer can.

"Oh, God, no," I pleaded. "Please don't do THAT to me! It's too big!!!"

"From now on, when you jerk off," she told me, "you had better be thinking
about my feet. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Goddess Victoria," I promised.


She laughed and set menacing dildo down on the table. I was greatly
relieved.

"Crawl over here," Goddess Victoria demanded, looking me in the eye and
pointing to her boots. "Get down on the floor and kiss my boots."

Goddess Victoria stepped forward, presenting me with a booted foot. I
obediently got down on all fours and crawled over to her booted feet. I
lowered my face and dutifully kissed the toe of her boot. Goddess Victoria
then presented me with the other foot, which I also kissed.

"Now start licking," she insisted. "Clean my boots."

Tentatively at first, I began buffing the toe of her boots with my tongue.

"If you do a good job," Goddess Victoria said, "I might let you take my
boots off and use your tongue on my bare feet. You'd love that, wouldn't
you?"

"Oh, yes, Goddess Victoria," I eagerly responded.

Goddess Victoria smiled down at me, her former classmate, naked and
groveling before her. She kept encouraging me, instructing me to not miss a
single spot. Squirming and twisting to complete my task, I worked my tongue
over her the toe, outsole, vamp, heel, and upper quarter of her boot. After
I had cleaned every inch of her right boot to the knee, she commanded me to
do the same with her left. Without hesitation, totally in her power, I
obeyed Goddess Victoria and gave her left boot the same attention I had the
right. I licked her boots, all the while contemplating the prize that was
inside them.

"Now lay on your back," she told me. "The soles need cleaning too."

I did as she told me, wincing in pain as my sore buttocks came into contact
with the floor.

Looking up, I could see Goddess Victoria towering over me with a menacing
smile. She placed a foot on my chest and stepped up onto me with both feet.
I tensed my body to support the full weight of her body and grimaced from
the pain of her spike heels goring into my flesh. Goddess Victoria grinned
down at me as she stood on my chest.

"Show me your tongue!" she demanded.

I obediently trust my tongue out as far as I could. Goddess Victoria thrust
her right foot directly over my face and leisurely wiped the filthy soles of
her boots on my tongue. The feel of grime on tongue reminded me that these
were the same boots she had worn while meeting me at the lounge. She
repeated this with the other boot. After a couple minutes, Goddess Victoria
placed the sole of her right boot on my forehead with the stiletto heel
poised just over my lips.

"Suck the heel," she insisted.

Goddess Victoria pressed her heel down and it traversed inch by inch into my
mouth. Then she began thrusting her heel up and down, fucking my mouth with
the heel of her boot; I sucked it with increasing passion. After fucking my
mouth with her left heel, she stood with both feet on my chest, arms akimbo.

"Now unzip my boots," she smiled down at me.

It was a bit of a struggle to reach the zipper on her boots because of the
position I was in and with her standing on my chest, but I managed to
accomplish the task. Goddess Victoria then instructed me to remove her
boots. With her still standing on me, I reached up to grasp the heel and toe
of her boots and she lifted a foot out of its boot. Goddess Victoria was
wearing pink crew socks. She stepped forward and firmly placed a stockinged
foot on my face as I struggled to remove her other boot.

"Sniff," she commanded.

Her foot was moist with perspiration, having been encased in her boots for
hours. I inhaled deeply, savoring the precious aroma of her foot. After
extracting her other foot from the boot, Goddess Victoria brought her right
foot forward and placed it on the other side of my face. She was standing on
my face with her full body weight, crushing my features beneath the soles of
her smelly, stockinged feet. Her sense of balance was phenomenal. My view
was completely obscured by her stocking clad soles, and my nose was wedged
between her soles. Every breath I took was filled with the aroma of her
dirty, sweaty socks.



"So tell me," I could hear her voice above me. "Do you like the smell of me
feet?"

The scent of Goddess Victoria's feet was nothing less than heavenly. I knew
they would taste wonderful. I was immobilized beneath her feet, and my
attempt to answer her was mumbled into the sweaty soles of her feet.



"I'll take that as a yes," I heard her giggle.

"Let me hear you beg to be my foot licker," Goddess Victoria told me when
she finally stepped off my face. "Beg for my bare feet."

"Please, Goddess Victoria," I gasped, trying to catch my breath. "Please use
me as your foot licker. Please let me worship your bare feet. Please,
Goddess Victoria. I will do anything you say. Please let me lick your bare
feet."

"Really?" she smirked. "You'll do anything I say?"

"Oh, yes, Goddess Victoria," I assured her. "I'll do anything you want.
Please let me worship your feet."

"I need to pee," she said with an impish smile. "If you let me go into your
mouth, I'll let you have my feet. Otherwise, you don't get to worship my
feet."

I had never done such a thing and was stunned by her audacity. Now she was
coercing me to submit to having my mouth used as a urinal. I desperately
wanted to worship Goddess Victoria's feet; more accurately, I needed to
worship her feet.

"Yes, Goddess Victoria," I concurred. "You can use my mouth."

"I am going to squat over your face and fill your mouth with piss," she told
me as she unfastened her denim cutoffs. "And you are going to swallow every
drop. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Goddess Victoria," I responded.

Lying supine on the floor, I watched Goddess Victoria pull her pants over
her curvaceous hips and down her shapely legs until they fell, gathering in
a heap around her ankles. Then she kicked them off. She took off her blouse,
too. Goddess Victoria stood over me, clothed only in her pink socks. Her
nude body was as beautiful as I had always imagined, but I was still longing
for a look at her bare feet. Only another foot fetishist could understand
this obsessive desire.

Goddess Victoria then positioned her feet on either side of my head and
squatted down over my face. With her bare pussy inches from my mouth, she
reached down and opened her labia. The fragrance of her womanhood filled my
nostrils.

"It's worth drinking my piss just to have an opportunity to see where it
comes from, don't you think?" she asked with a haughty tone.

"Yes, Goddess Victoria," I replied apprehensively.

"When we were in high school and you fantasized about my pussy, I'll bet you
never thought it would be like this," she commented.

"No, Goddess Victoria," I agreed.

"Open your mouth wide," she commanded. "Here it comes!"

I obediently opened my mouth as far as humanly possible, holding it open for
her.

Then Goddess Victoria's warm pee began to stream into my mouth, filling it
quickly. Goddess Victoria then stopped her flow.

"Swallow it," she commanded.

The flavor of her urine was both pungent and salty. Goddess Victoria peed
into my waiting mouth, pausing three or four times to allow me to swallow.
Finally she acknowledged that she was done and used my shirt to wipe
herself. Goddess Victoria sat down on a stool, and I crawled to her, eager
to remove her socks.

"Not so fast!" Goddess Victoria told me. "You're not planning to worship my
feet with a pissy mouth, are you?"

I did not know what to say.

"Go into the bathroom and wash your mouth out first," she told me sternly.
"You'll find some Listerine and a paper cup in there."

I jumped up and ran to the bathroom, rinsed my mouth out and gargled, and
then returned to Goddess Victoria and knelt before her sock clad feet. Again
I reached in preparation to pull off her socks.

"Hey!" she shouted.

I looked up at her alarmed.

"Did I tell you to remove my socks?" Goddess Victoria snarled. "How would
you like me put clothespins on your balls for punishment?"

"I'm sorry, Goddess Victoria," I responded meekly.

"I think that I would enjoy having you tongue bathe my feet a lot more," she
informed me with an impish smile, "if you suffering with clothespins on your
balls while you did it."


I turned pale with horror, terrified by what she had in mind. In my prior
experiences with dominas, I had always maintained that cock and ball torture
was beyond my limits; however, I could not bring myself to resist Goddess
Victoria's will. After all she had put me through, I still yearned to
worship Mistress Vicki's feet and was prepared to endure yet another one of
her tortures.

"So what will it be," she continued, "clothespins and feet, or no
clothespins and no feet?"

"Clothespins and feet," I managed to answer; my foot lust was even more
powerful than my fear of pain.

Goddess Victoria gleefully opened a small box of clothespins and I knelt
there passively and let her attach them to my scrotum. All the while, I was
whimpering in agony. The pinching, burning sensation of pain was nearly
intolerable.

"Oh, quit your whining, you big baby," she giggled. "If you think this
hurts, just wait until I take them off."

After Goddess Victoria had placed ten clothespins to my scrotum, she clamped
one onto each of my nipples, just for good measure.

"Now," she sat back smugly and extended a foot toward me, "you may remove my
socks with your teeth."

Following Goddess Victoria's instructions, I carefully bit the material at
the toe of her sock and tilted my head back to pull the sock from her foot.
It slid off easily and I found myself kneeling there with her sock hanging
from my mouth, gazing at her bare foot. Her toenails were unpainted. I have
a strong preference for painted toenails; however, in this case, nail polish
would only deface the beauty of her toes. Goddess Victoria's digits were
perfectly shaped and her toenails, in their natural state, were immaculately
groomed. Her soles were soft and wrinkled, and her arches curved highly. A
few tiny pieces of moist sock lint stuck to the sole of her foot and were
wedged between her toes.

When Goddess Victoria lifted her other foot to my face, I also removed its
sock with my teeth.

The discomfort caused by the clothespins clamped on my scrotum and nipples
seemed to lessen, perhaps because of the diversion of Goddess Victoria's
beautiful feet. Her feet had been sweating inside those boots and socks for
hours, and she wiggled her toes in delight as the fresh air cooled them. The
leather and perspiration come together to give Goddess Victoria's feet a
wonderful fragrance that drifted upward to my nostrils and made my mouth
water with anticipation. My penis was swollen and throbbing with excitement.
Saying that I was eager to taste Goddess Victoria's feet would be an
understatement. By this time, though, I knew better than to act without her
permission.

"I want to hear you beg," Goddess Victoria playfully told me as she wiggled
her sweaty toes in front of my face. "Come on, beg for my feet."

"Please, Goddess Victoria," I pleaded with every ounce of humility within
me. "Please let me kiss your feet. Please let me lick them. Please let me
suck your toes. Please, Goddess Victoria."

Goddess Victoria leisurely considered my subservient form kneeling on the
carpet before her, clothespins clamped on to my nipple and scrotum. I had
given her a large sum of money with no agreement being made. She had whipped
me, paddled me, made me lick the dirt off her boots, trampled me, and used
my mouth as a urinal. The smug smirk on Goddess Victoria's face revealed
that she was amused by her total conquest of me.

At last, she lifted a bare foot to my mouth and simply said, "You may start
kissing my feet."

I acted with alacrity. This was the moment I had dreamed of; the prize that
had motivated my acceptance of her mistreatment. I passionately rained
kisses all over Goddess Victoria's foot like a madman.

"I'm surprised by how much humiliation and abuse you endured just to earn
the privilege of cleaning my dirty, sweaty, smelly feet," Goddess Victoria
commented as she presented me with her other foot.

"Oh, Goddess Victoria, your feet are so beautiful," was all that I could
mutter as I repeatedly paid homage to her feet with kisses.

Then Goddess Victoria pressed her moist, fragrant sole to my face and
commanded, "Lick it."

I fervently began running tongue up and down her foot, using lengthy
strokes, from heel to toe. Goddess Victoria wiped her foot all over my nose,
cheeks, forehead, and chin to urge me on. The realization swept over me that
I was actually worshiping Vicki Spon's feet. She had been placed upon a
pedestal by everyone in our high school, and now I was groveling before her;
it was so emblematic of our respective statuses. I could not believe my
luck. I was in foot heaven. Goddess Victoria was looking down at me, smiling
sweetly.

"You have always wanted to be my little foot licker and now is your big
chance. If you do a good job, I've got a reward in mind for you."

I wanted any reward Goddess Victoria was willing to provide me, of course;
however, more importantly, my submissive nature compelled me to give her
pleasure. The taste of her feet was wonderful, a sweet, brackish taste that
I could not get enough of. My tongue traversed over both her feet with equal
ardor. As I licked her feet, Goddess Victoria reached down to remove a
clothespin from my scrotum. Just as she had told me, releasing their grip
shot a bolt of pain through my genitals. My first reaction was to wince and
grit my teeth in agony.

"Work through the pain," Goddess Victoria urged me. "Don't clench your teeth
to cope with it, use your tongue to release the adrenaline."

The next time Goddess Victoria removed a clothespin from my scrotum, I
followed her instruction, licking her foot vigorously rather than gnashing
my teeth to help deal with the discomfort. My pain resulted in her receiving
an even more enthusiastic foot cleaning.

"Yeah, that's it," Goddess Victoria cooed. "You're doing great."

Goddess Victoria removed a clothespin every two minutes or so, motivating me
to lap her soles, arches, heels, insteps, and ankles wildly. I ran my tongue
between her toes and found the flavor to especially robust and delicious.
After some twenty minutes of bathing her feet with my tongue, she had taken
all the clothespins off my scrotal sac. When Goddess Victoria pried my lips
open with her big toe and wiggled it into my mouth, she had more
instructions for me.

"Now, I want you to apply that same pain management technique with sucking
rather than licking," she told me as she reached for the clothespin on my
right nipple.

The pain of the clothespin being released from my nipple was intense and I
sucked her great toe with gusto. She pushed her toes into my mouth and had
me suck them one by one. When Goddess Victoria raised her other foot and
placed it big toe into my mouth, she removed the clothespin from my left
nipple. It hurt like hell, but the result was another round of fervent toe
sucking for her enjoyment.

"I usually let my foot slaves jerk off while they worship me feet, but I'm
not going to let you," Goddess Victoria informed me when her foot cleaning
had been completed. "I want you to jerk off for me when you get home, just
like you used to do in high school. It will be just like old times, except
that you'll be thinking about my feet instead of fucking me."

"Yes, Goddess Victoria," I confirmed.

"Here," she told me as she tossed me her dirty, sweaty socks. "You can take
these home and sniff them. That's the reward you get for being my foot
licker."

"Thank you, Goddess Victoria," I gratefully said. "May I please serve you
again soon?"

"Sure," my former classmate smiled. "You've got a great tongue, and I'd like
to try it out on my asshole. Of course, that's another privilege you'll have
to earn."
 
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Thanks for posting

A Dream Comes True
Submitted on 06/11/06

by foot slave zerO

I was sitting in the dim corner of a cocktail lounge of a restaurant. A week
before, I had answered an ad in hopes of setting up a discreet encounter
with a professional dominatrix. Goddess Victoria was quite insightful, and I
was able to discuss with her some of my darker fantasies and prior
experiences with professional dominas as well as some of my limitations. She
had her limitations, too; and once we established our respective boundaries,
we agreed to meet on neutral ground, after which, if all was agreeable, we
would go to her place. The financial tribute Goddess Victoria required was
quite high, but I surmised that the opportunity of serving her was well
worth it.

I suppose that every foot lover has a specific kind of feet he prefers. The
close up photograph of Goddess Victoria's feet that accompanied her ad
revealed that her feet were definitely my type. Her feet were clad in
strappy high heeled sandals that revealed her perfectly shaped toes. Her
arches were high and her ankles were well-formed. Her feet were the ideal
width, not too narrow and not too broad.



When Goddess Victoria entered the lounge, I spotted her immediately; she had
told me that she would be wearing a red blouse, Daisy Duke denim cutoffs,
and a pair of black knee-high boots with stiletto heels. Every eye in the
place turned her way. I motioned her to come over to my table and, as she
made her way across the room, I was thunderstruck. I knew this woman; it was
Vicki Spon.

In high school, ten years before, Vicki was the idol of every guy. She was a
varsity cheerleader, a member of the Honor Society, homecoming queen, and
was voted best looking in my graduation class. She dated the quarterback of
our football team, too. Vicki looked just as beautiful as I had remembered
her, standing about 5' 6' tall, with long, dark brown hair, smooth olive
skin, and the cutest full, round ass you could imagine. Her breast weren't
huge, but proportionate to her body. And her face was classically beautiful,
heart-shaped with high cheekbones, dimples, sensuous lips, seductive eyes,
and a winning smile.

When she sat down, my mind was racing.

"Have we met before?" she asked me, her brow furrowed.

"We went to high school together," I blurted out. "I used to sit behind you
in government class. I had a big crush on you."

"So now you want to become one of my toe suckers, do you?" she smiled.

I felt a bit uncomfortable by the fact that this encounter did not have the
same level of anonymity that my previous meeting with dominatrices held.

"Yes," I sheepishly replied.

"You had a puppy dog crush on me and worshipped me from afar," she smiled.
Now you finally have the opportunity to worship me in person. This must be a
big day for you."

There did not seem to be any arrogance in her comment, she was just very
perceptive.


"Yes, Goddess Victoria," I agreed. "Being allowed to worship your feet would
be a dream come true."

"Well," she looked me right in the eye, "what's it worth to you?"

I was taken aback by her candidness. I took out my wallet and discreetly
handed her the financial tribute we had agreed upon.

"That's really sweet," she told me. "I'm more than happy to take your money.
I've always believed in the adage that a fool and his money are soon parted.
I want you to understand something, though. My feet are not for hire, and I
am very particular about in whose mouth I put my toes. If you want my feet,
you will have to prove yourself to me first. You'd do anything to worship me
feet, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, of course, Goddess Victoria," I affirmed.

"Well," she smiled, "we're going to see how much pain and humiliation you
will tolerate to earn the reward of worshiping my feet."

"Yes, Goddess Vickie," I responded with growing apprehension.

Goddess Victoria offered to drive me back to her place and I soon found
myself sitting passively in the front seat next to her, feeling as star
struck in her presence as I had in high school. I felt unworthy and
completely in awe of this Goddess. I was too nervous to talk. Goddess
Victoria had been very blunt about her expectations and intentions. The
feeling of anguish, humiliation and helplessness is what intrigues me about
female domination. I have never understood this craving, but I have learned
to accept it and embrace it. My mind was abuzz with fantasies of being
totally dominated by this dazzling Goddess. I felt a powerful tingling
sensation in my genitals.

"I'll bet you dreamed about me and jerked off while we were in high school,
didn't you?" she asked as we pulled into her driveway.

"Yes, Goddess Victoria," I admitted.

"Did you fantasize about fucking me?"

"Yes, Goddess Victoria," I shyly admitted.

"Shame on you," she chuckled. "You need to be punished for that."

Once we entered her house, Goddess Victoria led me downstairs to her play
room.

"Strip," she ordered me. "I'll be back in a few minutes start you off with a
whipping."

As I undressed, I kept glancing at Goddess Victoria's collection of whips
and paddles and wondered which one she would use on me. The prospect of a
whipping was daunting. I knelt there on the floor, completely naked, and
awaited her return. It was about five minutes before I heard the sound of
Goddess Victoria's boots coming down the hall, although it seemed much
longer. Goddess Victoria came into the room and shut the door.

She snapped a dog collar onto my neck, attached a leash, and led me to a
table.

"Bend over" she commanded.

I did as I was told. My position made my bare bottom completely vulnerable
to her. She selected a riding crop from the wall and took up position,
standing behind me.

"I don't want you to fantasize about fucking me ever again," she told me.
"Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Goddess Victoria," I responded with mounting anxiety.

I tried to brace myself for the whipping I knew was coming. The riding crop
swished the air and a stripe of pain burned across my buttocks. The sting
seemed to spread after a few seconds. As the pain started to fade I felt the
second stroke, a little harder this time. I cried out. Goddess Victoria
swung the crop methodically, again and again, one stroke every ten seconds
or so. I squirmed and clenched my buttocks in pain when she gave me a stroke
across the tender crease where buttocks and thighs meet.

"Lay still," Goddess Victoria warned, "or I'll give you a paddling for
moving out of position."

Goddess Victoria continued whipping me. Each stroke seemed to hurt more than
the last. I was only thinking about how much the whipping hurt, not the
consequences of struggling. I jerked out of position again, causing Goddess
Victoria's next stroke to fall partly across my hip.

"That's two swats with the paddle," she told me sternly. "You had better lie
still."

By the time Goddess Victoria finished administering a total of twenty hard
stokes with the whip, I had moved out of position one more time.

"I'm going to give you four swats for moving out of position," she told me.

"I'm sorry," I gasped. "I tried to stay still, but it hurt so much."

"Whippings are supposed to hurt," Goddess Victoria laughed, selecting a
wooden paddle from the wall. "And so do paddlings."

There was a long pause before anything happened. I gripped the table's edges
for dear life and tried to prepare myself. Whack! The paddle landing on my
sore, freshly whipped buttocks hurt terribly. Whack! It felt like my ass was
in flames. Whack! Whack!


"On your knees," Goddess Victoria told me as she set the paddle down and
pointed to the floor.

My ass was red and stinging, and I was whimpering as I positioned myself
before her.

"Oh, poor baby," Goddess Victoria offered her mock sympathy. "Do you still
wish you could fuck me?"

I was sobbing, trying to catch my breath, and could not muster an answer.

"Maybe I should fuck you," she smirked, producing a large dildo; it was
about a foot and a half long and nearly as big around as a beer can.

"Oh, God, no," I pleaded. "Please don't do THAT to me! It's too big!!!"

"From now on, when you jerk off," she told me, "you had better be thinking
about my feet. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Goddess Victoria," I promised.


She laughed and set menacing dildo down on the table. I was greatly
relieved.

"Crawl over here," Goddess Victoria demanded, looking me in the eye and
pointing to her boots. "Get down on the floor and kiss my boots."

Goddess Victoria stepped forward, presenting me with a booted foot. I
obediently got down on all fours and crawled over to her booted feet. I
lowered my face and dutifully kissed the toe of her boot. Goddess Victoria
then presented me with the other foot, which I also kissed.

"Now start licking," she insisted. "Clean my boots."

Tentatively at first, I began buffing the toe of her boots with my tongue.

"If you do a good job," Goddess Victoria said, "I might let you take my
boots off and use your tongue on my bare feet. You'd love that, wouldn't
you?"

"Oh, yes, Goddess Victoria," I eagerly responded.

Goddess Victoria smiled down at me, her former classmate, naked and
groveling before her. She kept encouraging me, instructing me to not miss a
single spot. Squirming and twisting to complete my task, I worked my tongue
over her the toe, outsole, vamp, heel, and upper quarter of her boot. After
I had cleaned every inch of her right boot to the knee, she commanded me to
do the same with her left. Without hesitation, totally in her power, I
obeyed Goddess Victoria and gave her left boot the same attention I had the
right. I licked her boots, all the while contemplating the prize that was
inside them.

"Now lay on your back," she told me. "The soles need cleaning too."

I did as she told me, wincing in pain as my sore buttocks came into contact
with the floor.

Looking up, I could see Goddess Victoria towering over me with a menacing
smile. She placed a foot on my chest and stepped up onto me with both feet.
I tensed my body to support the full weight of her body and grimaced from
the pain of her spike heels goring into my flesh. Goddess Victoria grinned
down at me as she stood on my chest.

"Show me your tongue!" she demanded.

I obediently trust my tongue out as far as I could. Goddess Victoria thrust
her right foot directly over my face and leisurely wiped the filthy soles of
her boots on my tongue. The feel of grime on tongue reminded me that these
were the same boots she had worn while meeting me at the lounge. She
repeated this with the other boot. After a couple minutes, Goddess Victoria
placed the sole of her right boot on my forehead with the stiletto heel
poised just over my lips.

"Suck the heel," she insisted.

Goddess Victoria pressed her heel down and it traversed inch by inch into my
mouth. Then she began thrusting her heel up and down, fucking my mouth with
the heel of her boot; I sucked it with increasing passion. After fucking my
mouth with her left heel, she stood with both feet on my chest, arms akimbo.

"Now unzip my boots," she smiled down at me.

It was a bit of a struggle to reach the zipper on her boots because of the
position I was in and with her standing on my chest, but I managed to
accomplish the task. Goddess Victoria then instructed me to remove her
boots. With her still standing on me, I reached up to grasp the heel and toe
of her boots and she lifted a foot out of its boot. Goddess Victoria was
wearing pink crew socks. She stepped forward and firmly placed a stockinged
foot on my face as I struggled to remove her other boot.

"Sniff," she commanded.

Her foot was moist with perspiration, having been encased in her boots for
hours. I inhaled deeply, savoring the precious aroma of her foot. After
extracting her other foot from the boot, Goddess Victoria brought her right
foot forward and placed it on the other side of my face. She was standing on
my face with her full body weight, crushing my features beneath the soles of
her smelly, stockinged feet. Her sense of balance was phenomenal. My view
was completely obscured by her stocking clad soles, and my nose was wedged
between her soles. Every breath I took was filled with the aroma of her
dirty, sweaty socks.



"So tell me," I could hear her voice above me. "Do you like the smell of me
feet?"

The scent of Goddess Victoria's feet was nothing less than heavenly. I knew
they would taste wonderful. I was immobilized beneath her feet, and my
attempt to answer her was mumbled into the sweaty soles of her feet.



"I'll take that as a yes," I heard her giggle.

"Let me hear you beg to be my foot licker," Goddess Victoria told me when
she finally stepped off my face. "Beg for my bare feet."

"Please, Goddess Victoria," I gasped, trying to catch my breath. "Please use
me as your foot licker. Please let me worship your bare feet. Please,
Goddess Victoria. I will do anything you say. Please let me lick your bare
feet."

"Really?" she smirked. "You'll do anything I say?"

"Oh, yes, Goddess Victoria," I assured her. "I'll do anything you want.
Please let me worship your feet."

"I need to pee," she said with an impish smile. "If you let me go into your
mouth, I'll let you have my feet. Otherwise, you don't get to worship my
feet."

I had never done such a thing and was stunned by her audacity. Now she was
coercing me to submit to having my mouth used as a urinal. I desperately
wanted to worship Goddess Victoria's feet; more accurately, I needed to
worship her feet.

"Yes, Goddess Victoria," I concurred. "You can use my mouth."

"I am going to squat over your face and fill your mouth with piss," she told
me as she unfastened her denim cutoffs. "And you are going to swallow every
drop. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Goddess Victoria," I responded.

Lying supine on the floor, I watched Goddess Victoria pull her pants over
her curvaceous hips and down her shapely legs until they fell, gathering in
a heap around her ankles. Then she kicked them off. She took off her blouse,
too. Goddess Victoria stood over me, clothed only in her pink socks. Her
nude body was as beautiful as I had always imagined, but I was still longing
for a look at her bare feet. Only another foot fetishist could understand
this obsessive desire.

Goddess Victoria then positioned her feet on either side of my head and
squatted down over my face. With her bare pussy inches from my mouth, she
reached down and opened her labia. The fragrance of her womanhood filled my
nostrils.

"It's worth drinking my piss just to have an opportunity to see where it
comes from, don't you think?" she asked with a haughty tone.

"Yes, Goddess Victoria," I replied apprehensively.

"When we were in high school and you fantasized about my pussy, I'll bet you
never thought it would be like this," she commented.

"No, Goddess Victoria," I agreed.

"Open your mouth wide," she commanded. "Here it comes!"

I obediently opened my mouth as far as humanly possible, holding it open for
her.

Then Goddess Victoria's warm pee began to stream into my mouth, filling it
quickly. Goddess Victoria then stopped her flow.

"Swallow it," she commanded.

The flavor of her urine was both pungent and salty. Goddess Victoria peed
into my waiting mouth, pausing three or four times to allow me to swallow.
Finally she acknowledged that she was done and used my shirt to wipe
herself. Goddess Victoria sat down on a stool, and I crawled to her, eager
to remove her socks.

"Not so fast!" Goddess Victoria told me. "You're not planning to worship my
feet with a pissy mouth, are you?"

I did not know what to say.

"Go into the bathroom and wash your mouth out first," she told me sternly.
"You'll find some Listerine and a paper cup in there."

I jumped up and ran to the bathroom, rinsed my mouth out and gargled, and
then returned to Goddess Victoria and knelt before her sock clad feet. Again
I reached in preparation to pull off her socks.

"Hey!" she shouted.

I looked up at her alarmed.

"Did I tell you to remove my socks?" Goddess Victoria snarled. "How would
you like me put clothespins on your balls for punishment?"

"I'm sorry, Goddess Victoria," I responded meekly.

"I think that I would enjoy having you tongue bathe my feet a lot more," she
informed me with an impish smile, "if you suffering with clothespins on your
balls while you did it."


I turned pale with horror, terrified by what she had in mind. In my prior
experiences with dominas, I had always maintained that cock and ball torture
was beyond my limits; however, I could not bring myself to resist Goddess
Victoria's will. After all she had put me through, I still yearned to
worship Mistress Vicki's feet and was prepared to endure yet another one of
her tortures.

"So what will it be," she continued, "clothespins and feet, or no
clothespins and no feet?"

"Clothespins and feet," I managed to answer; my foot lust was even more
powerful than my fear of pain.

Goddess Victoria gleefully opened a small box of clothespins and I knelt
there passively and let her attach them to my scrotum. All the while, I was
whimpering in agony. The pinching, burning sensation of pain was nearly
intolerable.

"Oh, quit your whining, you big baby," she giggled. "If you think this
hurts, just wait until I take them off."

After Goddess Victoria had placed ten clothespins to my scrotum, she clamped
one onto each of my nipples, just for good measure.

"Now," she sat back smugly and extended a foot toward me, "you may remove my
socks with your teeth."

Following Goddess Victoria's instructions, I carefully bit the material at
the toe of her sock and tilted my head back to pull the sock from her foot.
It slid off easily and I found myself kneeling there with her sock hanging
from my mouth, gazing at her bare foot. Her toenails were unpainted. I have
a strong preference for painted toenails; however, in this case, nail polish
would only deface the beauty of her toes. Goddess Victoria's digits were
perfectly shaped and her toenails, in their natural state, were immaculately
groomed. Her soles were soft and wrinkled, and her arches curved highly. A
few tiny pieces of moist sock lint stuck to the sole of her foot and were
wedged between her toes.

When Goddess Victoria lifted her other foot to my face, I also removed its
sock with my teeth.

The discomfort caused by the clothespins clamped on my scrotum and nipples
seemed to lessen, perhaps because of the diversion of Goddess Victoria's
beautiful feet. Her feet had been sweating inside those boots and socks for
hours, and she wiggled her toes in delight as the fresh air cooled them. The
leather and perspiration come together to give Goddess Victoria's feet a
wonderful fragrance that drifted upward to my nostrils and made my mouth
water with anticipation. My penis was swollen and throbbing with excitement.
Saying that I was eager to taste Goddess Victoria's feet would be an
understatement. By this time, though, I knew better than to act without her
permission.

"I want to hear you beg," Goddess Victoria playfully told me as she wiggled
her sweaty toes in front of my face. "Come on, beg for my feet."

"Please, Goddess Victoria," I pleaded with every ounce of humility within
me. "Please let me kiss your feet. Please let me lick them. Please let me
suck your toes. Please, Goddess Victoria."

Goddess Victoria leisurely considered my subservient form kneeling on the
carpet before her, clothespins clamped on to my nipple and scrotum. I had
given her a large sum of money with no agreement being made. She had whipped
me, paddled me, made me lick the dirt off her boots, trampled me, and used
my mouth as a urinal. The smug smirk on Goddess Victoria's face revealed
that she was amused by her total conquest of me.

At last, she lifted a bare foot to my mouth and simply said, "You may start
kissing my feet."

I acted with alacrity. This was the moment I had dreamed of; the prize that
had motivated my acceptance of her mistreatment. I passionately rained
kisses all over Goddess Victoria's foot like a madman.

"I'm surprised by how much humiliation and abuse you endured just to earn
the privilege of cleaning my dirty, sweaty, smelly feet," Goddess Victoria
commented as she presented me with her other foot.

"Oh, Goddess Victoria, your feet are so beautiful," was all that I could
mutter as I repeatedly paid homage to her feet with kisses.

Then Goddess Victoria pressed her moist, fragrant sole to my face and
commanded, "Lick it."

I fervently began running tongue up and down her foot, using lengthy
strokes, from heel to toe. Goddess Victoria wiped her foot all over my nose,
cheeks, forehead, and chin to urge me on. The realization swept over me that
I was actually worshiping Vicki Spon's feet. She had been placed upon a
pedestal by everyone in our high school, and now I was groveling before her;
it was so emblematic of our respective statuses. I could not believe my
luck. I was in foot heaven. Goddess Victoria was looking down at me, smiling
sweetly.

"You have always wanted to be my little foot licker and now is your big
chance. If you do a good job, I've got a reward in mind for you."

I wanted any reward Goddess Victoria was willing to provide me, of course;
however, more importantly, my submissive nature compelled me to give her
pleasure. The taste of her feet was wonderful, a sweet, brackish taste that
I could not get enough of. My tongue traversed over both her feet with equal
ardor. As I licked her feet, Goddess Victoria reached down to remove a
clothespin from my scrotum. Just as she had told me, releasing their grip
shot a bolt of pain through my genitals. My first reaction was to wince and
grit my teeth in agony.

"Work through the pain," Goddess Victoria urged me. "Don't clench your teeth
to cope with it, use your tongue to release the adrenaline."

The next time Goddess Victoria removed a clothespin from my scrotum, I
followed her instruction, licking her foot vigorously rather than gnashing
my teeth to help deal with the discomfort. My pain resulted in her receiving
an even more enthusiastic foot cleaning.

"Yeah, that's it," Goddess Victoria cooed. "You're doing great."

Goddess Victoria removed a clothespin every two minutes or so, motivating me
to lap her soles, arches, heels, insteps, and ankles wildly. I ran my tongue
between her toes and found the flavor to especially robust and delicious.
After some twenty minutes of bathing her feet with my tongue, she had taken
all the clothespins off my scrotal sac. When Goddess Victoria pried my lips
open with her big toe and wiggled it into my mouth, she had more
instructions for me.

"Now, I want you to apply that same pain management technique with sucking
rather than licking," she told me as she reached for the clothespin on my
right nipple.

The pain of the clothespin being released from my nipple was intense and I
sucked her great toe with gusto. She pushed her toes into my mouth and had
me suck them one by one. When Goddess Victoria raised her other foot and
placed it big toe into my mouth, she removed the clothespin from my left
nipple. It hurt like hell, but the result was another round of fervent toe
sucking for her enjoyment.

"I usually let my foot slaves jerk off while they worship me feet, but I'm
not going to let you," Goddess Victoria informed me when her foot cleaning
had been completed. "I want you to jerk off for me when you get home, just
like you used to do in high school. It will be just like old times, except
that you'll be thinking about my feet instead of fucking me."

"Yes, Goddess Victoria," I confirmed.

"Here," she told me as she tossed me her dirty, sweaty socks. "You can take
these home and sniff them. That's the reward you get for being my foot
licker."

"Thank you, Goddess Victoria," I gratefully said. "May I please serve you
again soon?"

"Sure," my former classmate smiled. "You've got a great tongue, and I'd like
to try it out on my asshole. Of course, that's another privilege you'll have
to earn."