“I see you brought your credit card,” Noelle said, “kneel down here,” as she pointed to the floor.

“You will subscribe to http://www.feetjeans.com/ because once a day you are going to gaze at photos of my sexy body and my royal feet and work yourself into a state of arousal, but you will be denied any relief. I am the foot queen here and I will decide when and where you will be allowed any release.”

“Your week of service to me will consist of pampering my feet in readiness for my next photo shoot. Alexis and I have decided that we will use your foot fetish to take complete advantage of you and make you into our total foot slave.”

“Now kiss my bare foot and thank me for allowing you to serve me.” With that command she pulled out a slave collar and fastened it and a leash to my neck.

She then pulled my leash close to her face, and intently stared at me with her beautiful eyes, as she caressed a small cat ‘o nine tail whip. “This will be used to flog your bare butt, just like Miss Alexis warned you.

“Now SUCK my toes and do it right!”

“Please don’t whip me!” I begged. “I’ll do whatever you say! Please!”

“Whippings will be a daily occurrence,” she said, pulling my leash even harder, “and I LIKE hearing you beg. It makes me wet.”

Now get out your credit card because you are going to register for a membership with http://www.noemisworld.com/ ,” she said, brandishing the whip and fondling the soft leather tails, as she smiled at my complete subservience.

“I am going to enjoy teaching you how to be a complete foot slave for me AND Alexis,” she said haughtily, flipping her hair back with confidence.

“As a matter of fact,” she said with her big sexy eyes looking down directly at me, “…you are joining her site as well, so click on http://www.noemisworld.com/ and then you can beg me not to whip you too hard.”

“May I p…p…please be allowed to adore your feet after I join those sites, Noelle?” I begged, my face burning with shame and complete infatuation. I was already completely passionate about her and her fascinating feet and I had just met her moments ago.

“Get over here NOW!” the dominant Nathalie said as she crossed her legs in her short, slinky red dress.

“Kneel down, I want you to show me how much you adore me. I’ve been walking around all day in these heels you bought me and my feet are killing me.”

“First bury your nose in my nylons and sniff!” She pushed the back of my head into her foot and pushed my nose into her warm moist soles.

“Now I want you to suck ALL of the stink out of my nylons.”

“If you’re a good boy, I may even let you kiss the black bow on the back of my skirt, and then I’m gonna relax and watch TV while you kiss my butt,” she said in a disdainful way.

My girlfriend, Selena enjoys walking barefoot in high heels and then having me service her hot bare feet with a mouth massage.

Often she will have me lay under the glass table at her place and gaze at her amazingly soft soles before I am allowed to begin, just to tease and tantalize me. Her bare feet leave footprints on the glass top and she has me tongue clean the glass while she watches and giggles at my excited state of arousal.

“How bad do you want my feet?” she will ask in a superior way.

I have to beg over and over, just for the opportunity to make love to her beautiful feet.

“I may just have to ban you from my feet for a week or even more.”

“Please, Selena, please don’t do that,” I beg with no shame. “I really enjoy making out with your feet, they are so soft and pretty, and I love the smell and taste of them.”

Cute Judita teasing you in sheer tights.

Salma moved her tan peep toe pump and dangled it from her foot until it hung right in front of my face. “Now I want you to kiss it!”

I strained my neck forward to kiss her foot. When I got close she pulled it forward a little more, tauntingly keeping it just out of reach. The harder I tried, the quicker she moved it away, until I actually began to hear myself whimper a little bit.

“Awww…” Salma said tauntingly “What are you going to do if I won’t let you kiss my little foot?”

Salma put her foot down and sat up on the end of the couch. “I tell you what…maybe if you BEG me to let you kiss my foot…”

I moved quickly. In an instant I was on my knees in front of her, head down, my eyes transfixed on her two beautiful feet perched side by side. I was willing to do whatever it took to get my lips on them. Her French pedicured toes looked like gems in her tan pantyhose and I could smell her foot scent, mixed with the leather from her pumps.

“P-p-p-lease don’t tell anyone…” I managed to say.