8 February 2012 - 4:06Agathe – Hot brunette rubbing her big soles
I had to take yoga class with Miss Agathe and several other women, and the whole time I was positioned behind Miss Agathe. I could not help gazing at the sexy balls of her size 9 feet when she was working out on her stomach on the mat. Several times during the class I noticed her looking sternly at me, as I had been sneaking peeks at other women in the class. I could not help but look, as they all had attractive feet and nice bodies.
When we got back to her apartment, she sat down and pointed to a spot on the floor just below her bed.
I knelt down, untied her gym shoes and removed her socks. I knew what to do.
“This should cure your little FOOT fetish. SUCK all the sweat from my feet! And IF I ever catch you looking at other women’s feet again I will paddle you even HARDER than I will tonight.”
I gulped and licked up every trace of perspiration from her hot, stinky, salty warm bare feet. Little did she know that I loved every minute of that and I was enjoying the taste, scent and smell of her warm bare feet.
Soon it showed that I was enjoying the moment when an erection sprang from my gym shorts.
Miss Agathe commanded, “Fetch the flyswatter.”
I did and knelt once again before her tall figure. I felt quite belittled by the mere presence of her tall, muscular figure, shapely body and legs, but most of all I adored her feet.
“Pull down those shorts, I wanna see your manhood, the one that makes you stare at women’s feet.”
I did, and she delivered several smacks with the flyswatter to the mushroom head of my throbbing hard-on, resulting in it becoming more swollen and purple in color.
“From now on, you are MY foot slave, and you will do whatever I say, or I will tell ALL of the women that you know at yoga class about you foot fetish. Is that understood?”
I nodded in total disbelief, but I remembered to say, “Yes ma’am,” as I saw her playing with the flyswatter out of the corner of my eye, waiting for an opportunity to use it once again.