Nina grinned as she laid comfortably on her white leather couch. I entered the room naked, crawling on my hands and knees, with my girlfriend tugging on my collar and leash.
Nina rolled back in the couch and roared with laughter. “So this is your foot slave boyfriend!”
“I am going to have a ball with him.”
“Place him here on the carpet”, she said as she pointed.
My naked member jutted out and throbbed at the sight of her shapely legs encased in black nylons. I was throbbing & dripping on the floor. I was told by Nina that I was to look only at her feet.
My girlfriend said, “Kneel before her with your hands at your side, knees and feet together and toes pointed. If you move your hands, I will let Miss Nina punish you with this.” She displayed a small flogger from her purse, that she had made me buy her at the adult store. It did not hurt real bad, but the just the idea of being whipped by another woman was very humiliating.
Nina proceeded to rub the head of my member with her nylon toes until I would start to spasm, then she would cruelly stop, allowing no relief. She did this numerous times, and both women were roaring with laughter at my member, which was standing straight up and throbbing uncontrollably. I had to watch her sexy black nylon foot tease and deny me over and over. She would bring me to the brink and then stop and put her foot to my face for kisses until I calmed down a bit. Then Miss Nina would twirl her foot around as I watched, kneeling naked and vulnerable before her, and then flex and arch her foot. Often she presented her soles to my face for kisses and adoration, but moved them out of reach, so that I might fall out of my kneeling position and be punished.
Nina inquired about how long it had been since I had any release and my girlfriend said, “Several days…..I make him beg me for permission.” They laughed.
At that point I felt compelled to beg, “May I pp–please be allowed to…..”
“NO you may NOT!,” said my girlfriend, brandishing the small whip.
Nina laughed and twirled her foot, moving it away from my throbbing member, which was oozing.
She waited a bit and then used the lubrication to further stimulate and arouse me by rubbing me with her black nylon toes.
I didn’t know how much longer I could be stimulated, teased and then denied before I would accidentally release without their permission, and they were going to make me do that so they could punish me and laugh at my predicament.

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.

“ON your knees!,Lea commanded. “I want you to apologize for looking at that blonde slut’s dirty feet at the café!!”
I had been caught gazing at another women’s soles, while we ate lunch earlier. I could not help but stare at her soft pink soles, with a slight bit of foot dirt on the heels and balls, as blonde had teasingly dangled her sandals and even smiled at my obvious erotic attraction, knowing full well that I had a foot fetish.
Now we back at the apartment and I knew Lea meant business, so I knelt before her.
“Kiss my foot! Do IT with passion.”
I complied. Her soft sexy soles had an intoxicating scent, and I made sure I got plenty of sniffs. After awhile, she grabbed my ear.
“I want a sincere apology. You will begin by kissing my ass, until I say stop.” I obeyed, because I knew that my dominant girlfriend seemed to enjoy slapping me when she was angry.
“Now give me your credit card, because I’m signing you up for www.noemisworld.com so that I can watch you jerk off to other women’s feet for the next month,” she said as she held her hand out.
I gave her my card, and she held her hand before my face and I gently kissed it in submission. Lea laughed and said with finality: “THAT will be your punishment! No feet or sex from me for an ENTIRE month, and you WILL kiss my ass whenever I say!”

“I view a man’s fetishes as a tool with which I can train him to conform to my expectations. As a dancer, my feet are always sweaty, tired, and smelly when I get home from work. That’s when a foot slave is most useful to me. My current slave was submissive and had a foot fetish when I first met him; however, he had a strong preference for squeaky clean, perfumed feet. I now make him smell and lick the stink off my nylon feet completely before he is allowed to do anything else. It was obvious that he was a spineless wimp with no ego and was willing to do anything to earn a place at my feet. He had potential. I knew that with a little training and conditioning, he could become an efficient slave to me,” Miss Donna said in the interview, as she smiled and flipped her lovely dark, silky hair back and caressed her leather riding crop. As she spoke her slave knelt meekly at her feet, looking submissively down at her feet with his slave collar around his neck awaiting the command to adore her feet. She pointed her black nylon size 8.5 foot in the air, looked at his quivering naked body at the end of her leash, laughed cruelly, and said one word: “BEG!”

Secretary Carmen getting hot in pantyhose and putting dildo inside.

Miss Donna just had you purchase her new queen size pantyhose in black with reinforced toe and now she is going to model her large sexy size 8.5 feet for you. You will be allowed to kneel at the foot of the couch and only watch, no touching is allowed. She is a cruel teaser, and until you give her everything she wants she is going to use your pantyhose foot fetish to her advantage. “Are you going to buy me those new black high heels and new panties?” she says in her baby doll voice, knowing you will succumb to her needs and desires. You know you may as well give her your credit card now! She moves her foot near your face, but withdraws it quickly, flexing and scrunching her soles. Your face is red and blushing as you reach for your wallet. Maybe then she will allow you to feel her soft feet for a little while.