“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.

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.

Carola had been walking around her place in socks that are so tight that they clung to all of the curves of her highly arched feet, which were hot and moist from having just slipped off her sneakers.
I had been pleading with her to slip off her socks so that I could kiss her bare feet, but she told me to finish the chores she gave me to do, like cleaning the floors and vacuuming.
“My socks are dirty, so that means you have to do a better job on the floors, after all, you wouldn’t want my bare feet to get dirty WOULD you? You KNOW I would have you clean my feet with only your tongue, maybe EVEN while my girlfriend comes over to watch so she can have a good laugh!,” she said as she picked up her socked foot and examined the dirt stains on the soles.
I almost felt dizzy as she arched her foot, and then coyly pointed her size 8.5 feet at the mop bucket. “Get to work, NOW!”
I had been gazing intently at her cute feet, still encased in socks.
“Business before pleasure,” she teased in that seductive way that she knows makes me so highly aroused that I can barely even concentrate.
“After you are done working, I may even let you sniff my bare toes and suck them, for a little while, so you better do a good job for your rewards,” she said laughing, “I know you can’t WAIT to taste my feet, can you?”

Gloria’s magnificent size 9 soles dangle above your head as you kneel at the foot of the bed. She teasingly flexes her soles, and alternates that with arching them, all the while gazing at your reaction with her seductive bedroom eyes.

“May I please make out with your beautiful, soft feet Gloria?” you plead.

“Pull down your pants, kneel on the towel and use this oil to jerk off for me,” she replies, tossing her silky, dark hair behind her head. She rolls around so her stomach is on the bed and her soles are upright.

“Lick the heels, and bite them gently and then I want you to suck my toes until you are ready to cum, but first you must beg for permission.”

“Yes ma’am, Gloria,” you say as you quickly comply with her demands.

You will be further enslaved by your fetish for short skirts and sexy legs and feet by the very dominant Miss Leticia. She will tease you with her intoxicating foot smell and then slap you with her leather gloved hand if your hands wander to far up her silky soft legs. She will decide if you get a mouthful of her warm toes and a glimpse of her tight panties after you take her shopping this afternoon and buy her what she wants. Will she use your desires to get whatever she wants time and time again? She just may! Will she laugh at your excitement?