“Don’t worry, this will be our little secret,” she said with a wink.

I had admitted to Selena that I had a thing for her feet. The whole time I was talking with Selena, I couldn’t take my eyes off her highly arched feet. I was just mesmerized by every curve of her perfect feet, and the thought of what she had just done to me in the hotel room only fueled my longing for them. I watched as her flip-flop gracefully slid off her foot and fell to the ground. I was brought out of my trance when I heard her say.

“Could you get that for me?”

“Yes ma’am.”

She flipped her head to move her pretty hair and said “Oh, and I won’t tell anyone what just happened here as long as you do what I say from now on.”

I blushed a deep red and replied obediently, “Yes ma’am, Selena.”

She gazed at me with her pretty eyes, laughed and said “Now you are my foot slave!”

It was Carola’s turn to have her way with me. I was a male stripper at a bachelorette party and the girls had quickly figured out I had a foot fetish because I got aroused at the sight of their bare feet.

They now had me restrained at the end of the bed upstairs so they could each take turns making me suck their toes and lick their soles. Carola was a tall beauty with nice long feet and an erotic but demanding demeanor.

“Suck them SLAVE, and then when I say you are done you are going to have to kiss my butt for as long as I say and where I say, is that understood?”

I nodded and said “Yes ma’am,” thinking to myself that this was not punishment, it was pleasure.

Emily was the next female to have her way with me at the bachelorette party. The theme they had chosen for the party was to have a naked male slave-boy.

She sat on the ottoman, clutching my leash and made me remove her sandals with only my mouth and lick her sweet, smooth soles until she gave the next command.

“I want my heels licked clean, as there appears to be a bit of a dirt stain,” she said condescendingly as she pulled on the leash attached to the collar fastened around my neck, drawing me closer. I obediently crawled a bit closer on my hand and knees, completely naked.

I slavishly licked and sucked the dirt off her heel, until she crossed her leg on the ottoman and presented her other foot to my waiting face.

“Next,” she commanded, tugging slightly on the leash to draw my face to her foot.

“Begin,” she said haughtily, smirking at my obvious aroused state.

I loved licking Danna’s pretty feet, but she would wipe her feet off on my face to further humiliate me and the musty scent would remain there for hours. It was a reminder of who was in charge.
As I looked up at her, she haughtily pointed to her foot and said “Kiss it.” I did and ended up using my tongue to clean the dust off the bottom of her soles, while she arched her foot before my face and made me beg for additional foot kisses by pulling her foot just out of range.
“Use your mouth to make my feet warm,” she would command. Then she would plunge as much of her stocking clad foot into my mouth and laugh at my submissiveness. “Yeth Danna,” I said with a mouth full of foot, as I looked into her eyes in a total act of humiliation.
She howled with laughter at my plight and obvious excitement. I was blushing and my face was hot with embarrassment, but I would do anything she wanted just to kiss her foot, and she knew that.

My girlfriend slapped me and said directly, “Get down on your knees, I want my toes sucked, just like you used to do to your ex-girlfriend.”

She was talking about my ex-girlfriend, a blonde haired twin, who made me massage suntan oil all over her bikini-clad body, while she relaxed on her blanket sunbathing at the park. The blonde had teased me until I was completely mesmerized with her and made me suck her oily toes in public, and my new girlfriend had witnessed this spectacle.

“Get in between each toe with your tongue!” she exclaimed. She held her hand up as if she was going to smack my burning cheek once again. “You’re my slave NOW, don’t you EVER look at that blonde slut’s feet again!”

Anne had her way with me all the time. Whenever Anne pulled out a cigarette I would kneel and light it for her and fetch an ashtray for her. I often had to give her a foot or back massage while she sat and had a drink or a smoke. I was teased by peaks at her exposed panties and low cut bras. I even bought her expensive cigarette lighters and gifts. She would make me kneel and watch her apply make-up before we went out.

She would ask me to run errands and buy gifts for her in a sexy baby doll voice that was coy, knowing full well that I would have licked the dirt off her foot in public if she requested me to do so.

She always did cruel foot teases on me all the time. She would sit in front of me and raise her pretty black nylon foot above her head and point her toes. When my eyes followed her foot, she would laugh at me and call me her “little foot freak.”

I could not help but stare at her soft, pink soles encased in the black nylons and beg to sniff and lick them.

Sidney had me kneeling before her kissing her ass and begging to kiss her soft, sexy feet when she suddenly spoke.

“Do you want to smell them?” Sidney asked, with a seductive tone, looking down at me on the floor below her.

I nodded. Sidney spread her toes and pushed them down above my nose, to which I responded by pushing my nose into them and taking a deep breath in through my nose.

My eyes rolled back into my head in ecstasy.