Alanna sat back down on the edge of the leather chair and kicked off her sandals. She extended her leg in the air and slowly inspected the soles of her highly arched feet which had some rough spots on the balls of her feet and a callous on her big toe. There were some dirt stains on her heels and the balls of her pretty feet from walking around outside, especially on the rough, dry areas of her soles.
Lying back on the couch, Alanna hung one foot off the side, hanging about six inches off the ground, and looked contemptuously at me.
“Kiss my foot,” she said out of the blue.
I looked at her and she had this girlish grin on her face. She giggled, started swinging her foot, and extending her toe in a point.
“Last chance, kiss my foot,” she said.
I got out of the other chair, and Alanna raised her leg, putting her pretty foot in front of my face. I reached out to grab it and she took it away, again letting it hang inches from the floor. I stood there foolishly, with my shorts quickly becoming a tent, as I grew to full length. I turned red with embarrassment as Alanna laughed at my humiliation.
“Beg,” she said, “Beg to kiss my foot.”

I had to do it. I needed to kiss her glorious foot. My whole body was consumed with that single desire.
“Alanna, may I please…” I began, but she extended her leg and put her foot on the tip of my rock member, pushing down. I moaned in pleasure as she said sternly:
“On your knees.”
I sank to my knees before her. How shameful I must have appeared. I looked into her eyes and she could see the pleading look written on my face. She knew I would do anything to kiss her stinky, dirty feet.
“Clean them, using your tongue,” she proclaimed in a scornful manner.
I meekly used my tongue, timidly washing the dirtiest portions of her foot and looked upward at her. She was smiling downward in a domineering way, pleased at how she had completely enslaved me so quickly.
I felt so humbled to be made into a dirty, disgusting foot washer. Then she forced her toes into my willing mouth, scraping the soles on my bottom teeth in a vulgar, intrusive manner. After that she rubbed her smelly soles all over my face, mixing her warm, salty foot smell, the leather scent from her sandals and my saliva all over my nose, mouth and cheeks, while looking at me with complete contempt, seeming to dare me to complain even a bit.
“You are now my nasty, repulsive foot slave,” she said in a snotty manner, slapping me cruelly with the bottom of her other foot on the cheek of my red face. The sound echoed in the room, increasing my humiliation.
Then she inspected the bottom of her soles and said, “You have done a terrible job of cleaning my feet, look how dirty they still are! I just may have to send you back to my mother for a punishment.”
“P…Please, Alanna,” I stammered, “I am in love with you and your feet, I love the taste and the smell and I want to please you any way I can. Please let me have some more time to clean them to your specifications. Miss Valarie will have me punished if you don’t find me acceptable. Please!!! She told me if I did not please you I would be paddled hard by her girlfriend who is a really mean dominatrix from the Ukraine and that she would invite her girlfriends to watch. Please let me be your foot slut, please! I will do whatever you please.” I was quivering, out of breath and my heart was pounding. Her mother, Valarie had made me into a completely submissive foot slave in just a short period.
Obviously pleased at my submissive compliance, she grabbed me by the ear, and pulled my face close to her face and softly smacked me with her palm on my cheek and said in a satisfied and sensuous way, “Get to work, I don’t have all day!”

Watch secretary Silvia massaging her own feet in transparent tights.

Miss Nathalie sat down in the green chair and looked at me and pointed at her socks. “Take them off with only your teeth and lick all the warm moisture off my soles.”

Her socks clung to the arches and balls of her size 9 feet, highlighting the high arches and curves of her feet. I started licking and was almost done with the second foot, when she prodded my mouth open with her long toes and pushed her foot into my mouth.

“Wash them clean and polish my soles with your tongue!,” the blonde foot goddess said with a haughty attitude.

I obeyed, only to be admonished with a soft slap to my face with her hand.

“I want you to clean between my toes!” She gave me a condescending look and pointed at some dust which was mixed with some glitter from walking barefoot on the floor.

“I SAID lick them CLEAN, SLAVE!.”

I re-doubled my efforts, as she reached for the whip that Miss Noelle had left with her to keep me in line.

She looked as if she was going to enjoy punishing me, and had a slight sneer on her sexy lips, which told me she was quite dominant and might even brag to her girlfriends on making me submit to her feet.

“Look at my feet, while you clean them, SLAVE!”

I quivered at the thought of a punishment from this strong, domineering blonde. I knew that she would make my bare butt hurt with her superior attitude.

“LICK!!!”

I knew that it would not be long before she decided to enhance my submissiveness to her and her sexy feet with the whip nearby.

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.

Beautiful cindy with wonderful feet and legs in ultrasheer, transparent pantyhose.

Your heart begins to pound from the moment you lay eyes on Sydney. From her haughty demeanor to her long sexy legs and highly arched feet she is a goddess worthy of devotion. You savor the delicious taste of her lightly flavored feet, the soft flesh, the rolling arches and the curves of the balls of her feet and the succulent toes. Her big toe is soft and pink, and the four little ones curve to form a perfect, flawless shape that you find to be ultimately erotic.

The butterfly tattoo on the top of her foot draws attention to her perfectly arched feet, along with her beautiful ankles. She extends her foot outward, expecting your kisses and licks, the creases of her soles fold and the balls of her feet have that line down the middle, which forms two perfect, plump, pink balls.

She issues a command, “Lick them until I tell you to stop….NOW!”

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.