Wealthy Russian women are really dominant and cruel and like to amuse themselves with making male servants pleasure them. They really know how to subjugate submissive males like me and use them.
Miss Valerie was a haughty Russian blonde in her early forties with her hair pulled up and expensive glasses on. She had an air of a princess about her and I was merely a servant to her due to my foot fetish.
She led me crawling on my knees into another room with my leash on to meet her daughter Miss Alanna.
My penis sprang to attention as soon as I laid eyes on Miss Alanna, who was dressed in a really short white skirt with a leather vest and a wide leather belt. She looked a lot like her mother, Miss Valarie, a dominatrix who loved to make men into foot boys.I knew the wide leather belt would be used to punish me if I disobeyed either one of these ladies, from past experience. I badly wanted to sneak a peek at her panties, and I knew that if I was caught looking I would be punished.
I obediently crawled to Miss Alanna, who was sitting on a black leather chair. She dangled her tan and black high heeled pump from her toes and dropped it on the floor revealing her perfectly formed feet, with soft wrinkled soles and perfectly formed toes.
Miss Alanna gazed at me with a stern look and lazily pointed to the shoe that had fallen on the floor. I looked downward the the shoe, knowing full well that she would “inadvertently” expose her panties to me and that I would be in a predicament for panty peeping. I had been reprimanded and paddled on a few occasions by her mother, Miss Valarie, for gazing up her skirt while sucking her toes.

“Alanna, here is your slave for today,” her mother said. “He is quite an accomplished little foot slut,” she said with a superior air about her, as she laughed.
“He is very submissive and especially good at cleaning feet with his tongue. I think you will enjoy his foot rubs and he is a dutiful little shoe shiner as well. I have him service my feet several times a day and his tongue is very talented in that regard.”
“You can start with putting your nose in my shoe and smelling it until I tell you that you may stop,” Miss Alanna said in a businesslike tone that was haughty and superior, much like her appearance. “And when you are done sniffing my heels and tongue shining both of them, I will expect you to suck my stinky scent from my pantyhose and then you will slide them off my legs and then lick my bare feet.”
At that moment, both women laughed cruelly at my plight.
I knew right away that I was destined to be Miss Alanna’s foot boy, just as I already am to her her mother Valerie.

“So YOU are the little foot slut all my girlfriends told me about, huh?”

“Yes ma’am, Miss Agathe, ” I said softly and submissively looking down at her feet as I knelt before her.

“Begin by planting a sweet little kiss on my ass, and hold your lips there until I say to stop,” she commanded, as she pointed to the spot I was to kiss.

I gazed at the perfect curves off her butt cheeks, highlighted by the black skin tight leggings she wore.

“Okay, now crawl to the corner and kneel until I say.” She flickered a small leather riding crop from her throne on the bed.

While I was there she reclined on the bed and relaxed. I knelt for quite a long time, facing the corner until my knees were sore and I was quivering a bit from an anticipated punishment from this strict foot mistress.

“Crawl to the foot of the bed and SUCK my toes.” She was lounging on her stomach, reading a book, and the pretty profile of her face and curly dark hair was stunning.

I could not believe that I was actually allowed to suck the toes of this foot princess. As I did I gazed at her long slender soles, whose soft flesh shimmered in the light of the room. I could see the soft skin of her slender heel, and the black strap of her leggings just below and tucked into her arch.

Suddenly, she sat up on the bed and tucked on leg over the other, raising her one foot above my head as I knelt at the foot of the bed. Her long toes were so sexy and perfect. She dangled her foot just out of my reach. I could not keep my eyes off her bare foot. She laughed, amused at my hypnotic gaze and continued to move her foot close to my face, but just out of reach of my mouth.

“Please Miss Agathe, may I ….”

She knowingly threw a bottle of skin oil and ordered me to pay homage to her bare feet and relieve my aching member as she watched, giggled, and foot teased me to the ultimate finale.

Alexis dangled her white high heel with confidence as she spoke to me on my knees, “I have decided to lend you out to my friend, whom you will address as Noelle, for about one week, maybe longer. During that time you will obey her and do all that she asks of you. She may reward you by allowing you to suck her feet and toes.”

“If for any reason she decides to punish you, she has my full permission to do so at her discretion, and if I do not receive a good report from her I may punish you further.”

With that, Alexis removed her high heel and placed it before my nose. “Sniff,’ she commanded. I sniffed deeply, inhaling the pungent aroma of her leather heels, mixed with the intoxicating scent of warm, moist nylons and her perfume. I attempted to gaze up her short pink skirt to catch a glimpse of her panties.

I was soon repelled by a hard, sharp slap to my face. “You need to be trained by Noelle! Keep your head below my knees and stare at my feet.”

She dangled her sexy white pump on her toes for several minutes as I watched, mesmerized. “Oh, there’s some dirt on the spike of my heel,” she said as she inspected it, acting surprised and amused. It was so sexy and coy the way she presented her spiked heel to my mouth.

“Lick it OFF NOW!” Alexis had always been somewhat dominant, but I had never seen her be this demanding of me, but I was enjoying being told to worship her feet and heels.

Soon she flexed her nylon encased foot before my face, arched her foot and wrinkled the soles of her silky feet, as she rubbed her foot scent all over my face and mouth.

“Open”

She inserted her foot into my mouth as far as she could, tucking her beautiful blonde hair behind her one ear and laughed at me in a teasing, provocative way.

“Warm my feet with your big mouth until I say to stop, or I will whip you hard!”

With that command, she proceeded to take a nice nap on the couch while using my mouth as her foot warmer. I knelt and obeyed, even though it hurt kneel to kneel and stay in that position for quite some time.

I felt humiliated but I was excited and aroused at the way she had just treated me and dominated me with her feet. I could not wait to meet Noelle.

“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.

I loved licking Danna’s pretty feet, but she would wipe her feet off on my face to further humiliate me and the musty scent would remain there for hours. It was a reminder of who was in charge.
As I looked up at her, she haughtily pointed to her foot and said “Kiss it.” I did and ended up using my tongue to clean the dust off the bottom of her soles, while she arched her foot before my face and made me beg for additional foot kisses by pulling her foot just out of range.
“Use your mouth to make my feet warm,” she would command. Then she would plunge as much of her stocking clad foot into my mouth and laugh at my submissiveness. “Yeth Danna,” I said with a mouth full of foot, as I looked into her eyes in a total act of humiliation.
She howled with laughter at my plight and obvious excitement. I was blushing and my face was hot with embarrassment, but I would do anything she wanted just to kiss her foot, and she knew that.

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.

“I think I deserve to have my bare feet kissed while you beg me to get a peek at my panties,” said Lily as she crossed her legs and presented her sexy bare foot to my face. Her short, short dress failed to reveal even a glimpse of her panties as she made that move.

“There is some dirt on my feet.” As she said this she lifted them up to look at the bottom of her soft soles and then stuck them out as if to show me. They were dirty on the bottom. There was an accumulation of dirt on the balls of her foot and a little bit on the heels. “I think that you should show me how much you adore me. I want you to use your tongue to lick my feet clean,” she said as she confidently flipped her pretty hair back with her hand.