Foot Worship: The Training of A Foot Slave

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I started kissing every inch square of her sole, then her heel then the bottom of her toes, then the instep and the toes. I took about ten minutes. Of course, none of my friends knew about my new "boyfriend" (someething Bill agreed to) and I still dated other boys but I didn't commit myself to anyone else. I was twelve years old, just graduated from the elementary school and my parents were considering to send me to the best private boarding high school. They talked to my teacher in the elementary school who had the questions of previous year tests in hand and they agreed that I shall get some private lessons from my teacher for the preparation of high school entrance examinations. So I began to visit my teacher in her home and getting private lessons from her. When she is at the mall to buy shoes I have to put the shoes on her feet myself and kiss her feet without any hesitation if she extends her foot at my face in public.

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I was the third child and the single boy of my family and had two elder sisters. Due to this fact all the love of my father and mother were concentrated on me. Which was causing my sisters to be very jealous. They were considering that I could not be superior than them and even they were elder, stronger, going to school etc. so they are the one who are superior. So they made a plan to prove that I was the inferior. I was able to understand and solve such action of them after almost 30 years. But they were always such a pathetic PITA texting all the time wanting to know what humiliating things I had planned for them, and one or two were just toal timewasters hoping for a free text wank service.This article aroused my curiosity. I just had to put this to the test but where would I find such a man? I decided to try it out on Bill. I didn't know if he was a foot-fetishist-probably not-but I was going to turn him into one, I decided. It happened that we shared one class together and one day for a class project we were supposed to work with a partner. To everyone's astonishment,

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My elementary school teacher was about 35 years old, a beautiful, divorced female. I always admired her. I was always wondering to see her feet but could not succeeded yet because she was always wearing pumps in the school. Her feet was arched. I was always dreaming to be punished by her under her feet. what if it becomes a 'tit for tat' scenario and lines between your sexual relationship and everyday sutff become blurred?One day she decided to divorce me. I begged her not to do so and I proposed her to live together, share the house where I was going to do whatever she wants. She accepted my proposal and she introduced some rules that I have agreed unconditionally and promissed to obey. Do not worry since I am not your elementary school teacher anymore and we were friends and it is a good feeling for a woman to be admired and I am not angry at you, I will keep your secret So for years I became their foot slave. I was always the looser. I was respecting, kneeling in front of them, kissing their feet often, sometimes cleaning their soles with my tongue. They were sitting on top of me and riding me in the house. Putting their feet on my head and make me worship them. He says he wants to sit at my feet, or he'll be my footstool, he'll wash up for me, make me drinks, massage my feet, anything I want. When others are around he'll be normal as it'll be a private thing between the two of us. I have been in a relationship with fairly serious BDSM elements to it, but only as the sub partner. I'd never tried being the domme, so thought I might as well give it a go. But I just couldn't do it. It didn't help that he was an entire foot taller than me, so we both knew there was no way I could physically force him to do anything.