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Becoming a Foot slave
by unworthy slave t
I was paging through some magazines in a local bookstore when I
first saw her standing near me. She too was simply looking
through some magazines, and hadn't noticed me at all. Of course
now she is the most beautiful vision possible to me, but at the
time I didn't think she was anything particularly special. But
what I did notice were her perfectly pedicured feet showing
through her open toed sandals. Her nails were painted red, and
each toe moved just slightly as she shifted her weight while
reading. Usually I glance and look quickly away, content with
those little stolen glances to satisfy my fetish for women's
feet. But somehow this time I let my gaze rest a little too
long.
She looked up, and met my gaze as I realized she was looking at
me. I could feel the red blush filling my face, she didn't look
away but there was also no smile or any other look I could take
as inviting. Turning away I walked to another part of the store,
the embarrassment was strong but I also still had the image of
her toes in my mind. I thought it was best to get out of the
store before I embarrassed myself further.
When I started to the door though, she was standing right in
front of me.
"Have you ever read this?" She said, and handed me a book.
My heart was racing, I barely had the presence of mind to reach
out and take the book she handed me. I realized I hadn't looked
at the book, but was still just looking at her. Her face was
still impassive, but there was something hypnotic about those
eyes - somehow very hard to turn away from.
"Ah, what, " I stammered and finally looked at the book, "oh,
this book?"
The book she had handed me was a book about shoe fashions and
how they've changed over time.
"No, no I haven't."
"You should, it has a lot of good pictures."
I felt the blush hit my face again, as she still stood her
ground and simply looked right into my eyes.
"Look, I'm sorry." I started to try to walk away as I stammered
this apology.
"Don't be."
And at this, as I looked back into those deep hazel hypnotic
eyes, I actually saw a little smile on her lips. Now, it would
have been impossible to look away. She shook her long black hair
off her shoulders and then reached into her purse. She handed me
a card, and still all I could do was look at her. She turned and
as she walked away without saying a word, I looked at the card.
It said "Feet and the Men Who Love Them" - 3rd Tuesday of each
month, 8:00 pm at the Sheraton, main conference room." No phone
number or anything else.
Of course I went. In fact, going was all I thought about the two
weeks I had to wait. Fortunately, there was only the one
Sheraton Hotel in my town and I found it with ease. When I
entered I went to the desk and asked where the "Main Conference
room was." The clerk answered, and as I left I thought for sure
I hear some giggling behind me. Maybe I'm just paranoid.
Opening the door to the conference room I found a large room but
with just two chairs that sat at the center, facing each other.
If her toes hadn't been so beautiful, or her eyes so hypnotic, I
might have run. But I had to find out what was happening and
hopefully see her at least once more.
I sat in one of the chairs, with my back to the door and waited.
It wasn't long before I heard the door open behind me, and I
turned to see her enter the room.
"Hello," I said with a smile, trying to sound as casual as
possible, and started to rise to greet her.
"Stay seated," It took me by surprise the snap in her voice and
I sat back down "and shut up."
At this, and before I could think of taking offense, she closed
the door and sat down in the chair across from me. "If you want
to leave you can, if you stay though just listen quietly for
now."
I stayed of course. Sometimes I wonder if I made the right
choice, if I should have left right then. I didn't know then
that it was my last chance for freedom, but then it wouldn't
have mattered if I had known. Part of me was hers already, I
just didn't know it yet.
After a short pause to make it clear I was making a choice, she
continued.
"Every month someone gets their eyes on me, and I meet them
here. Your kind isn't hard to find." She laughed a little, sat
back and said,
"Tell me, were you looking at my feet or my shoes?"
"Your feet, I ...", She reached out and slapped my face. Not
hard, but it was a shock.
"Just answer my questions, don't start rambling on."
My head sank and I almost thought of leaving then, really I
almost did, but I saw just then she was kicking her shoes off
her feet. I stared at her feet wriggling free from her shoes,
still feeling the sting of her slap.
"You're not going anywhere, we both know that. The sooner you
accept it the easier this will go for you."
She stretched out and her nylon covered feet and legs inched
toward me.
"Why don't you get closer, have a good look."
I leaned forward in my chair and reached out to lift her feet
closer to me. She pulled them quickly back.
"No you don't, I didn't say touch I said look. If you want to
get closer get closer."
She stretch out again, and I knew she wanted me to get onto the
floor. It occurred to me that I loved the look of her feet, and
if all I had to do was sit on a floor to get closer to them why
not. What harm could it do, if that's all she wants?
Crouching on the floor, getting my face down close to the
ground, and therefore to her feet I listened to her explain her
plan.
"As I said, each month I make a man meet me here and I decide
whether or not to see more of him. We won't be here long, and it
will be entirely up to you whether you are allowed to see me
again. Would you like to see more of me?"
I knew better than to say too much, so I just said "Yes."
"Very good, you're learning. Keep your eyes to the ground. Don't
even think of lifting them."
Her feet moved out from beneath me face and I now was crouched
on the ground staring at the carpet. I heard her standing and
some movement as she stood there, and when she sat down again
she stretched her feet forward. They were now bare. My heart
raced as I sat there with my face inches from her beautiful bare
feet.
"Go ahead and kiss them, show me how you would worship my feet."
I couldn't believe my good fortune. I started with a gentle kiss
on the tops of her feet, but before long I was licking between
her toes, sucking on each toe and burying my face in her soles.
My lips and my tongue worshiped her feet. I was so amazed at
this, and so concentrated on the feel of her feet in my mouth
that I didn't hear the door opening.
The first thing I heard was the giggling voice I had heard when
I first came into the hotel.
"You don't mind if I ordered some room service do you?"
I looked up in surprise to see who had entered, and I realized
the girl from the front desk was there with a tray of ice tea
and some snacks. Just as the humiliation of being seen, and of
hearing her giggling, set in I felt cold liquid and some ice
poured over the top of my head.
"I told you not to look up," I felt the ice tea soak into my
shirt, and drip off my hair onto the floor, "get back to work."
My head lowered back to her feet and I tried to concentrate on
worshiping them. The cold of the ice tea, and the look of
amusement in the eyes of the hotel clerk still nagged at me. But
I did what she said; in fact I doubled my efforts to concentrate
on worshiping at her feet. If I could just get through this
she's promised we'll see each other more. I'd like that.
"Well dear," I heard her say to the girl, "this one made a mess
just like the others. I don't think this is going to work. Don't
worry, just leave those towels. He'll clean it up."
I heard the door close as the hotel clerk left, and again I was
alone with her.
"By the way, what's your name?"
"Tom," I somehow managed to get out, returning quickly to the
little toe on her left foot that I was sucking on.
"Tom, you may have noticed I haven't given you my name. You just
call me Mistress Regine. That's good enough."
"Yes Mistress Regine"
"Good, slave tom. Most men are useless pieces of meat; we're
going to find out if you have a use. Stop that."
Her foot pushed my face away, and a stayed crouching in front of
her staring at her feet. They glistened now from the cleansing
my mouth had provided.
"Terry, that's the girl who was just in here, left this towel. I
want you to use it to clean my feet."
She handed me a glass of water and the towel. Dipping one end of
the towel in the water, I carefully cleaned her feet of any
trace that my mouth had been there. Then I used the other end of
the towel to dry her feet. I was careful with each step partly
because I didn't want her mad, but mostly because I couldn't
stop looking at those beautiful feet. Somehow they mattered more
to me now, since this all began, then the sight of any other
feet ever had. I didn't want this to end.
Finally though her feet were dry and she pulled them away from
me. This time I knew better, and didn't dare move an inch from
my position. I stared at the ground, the ground that had been
touched by her feet, with longing for what had once been there.
"As I said, every month a new little piece of meat with some
weakness or another. You're a foot slut, that's nice. Some like
shoes, some just want my soiled panties. It doesn't matter. You
know now that what you want, what you need, can come only from
me."
As she said this I thought of how the sight of her feet had
become more to me than anything I'd ever since before. She was
right. I couldn't go back to stolen glances at any other women.
Knowing she was out there would ruin me; ruin even this stupid
little fetish of mine.
"I'll leave with Terry a phone number for you to call. Ask her
for it as you leave. Also, clean up the mess in here."
I heard her footsteps move towards the door, but still I didn't
lift my head.
"One thing though. The pieces of meat that I choose to keep are
the ones that please me. Those that don't, I cast aside. Soon
you'll learn what to do to keep that from happening. It's always
up to you of course. You can always simply choose not to obey."
The door opened, and I heard it shut. I still didn't get up
right away. I felt fear, but that's not why I didn't move at
first. I was shocked, because what I feared was the idea of
being cast aside by her. I felt at that moment I would do
anything to stop that from happening.
I didn't know yet then how true that was, or how many things
"anything" included.
© 2003
www.MaitresseRegine.com
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The Shopping Trip
by
slave
julian
I got there at least 15 minutes early. I knew Maitresse Regine
did not like to be kept waiting. But as I scanned the crowd from
our agreed meeting point near the main lifts in the shopping
mall I became more and more nervous. What would Maitresse Regine
make me do? How much would it cost me? How far would she go in
embarrassing me in public?
After 25 minutes she had still not arrived. She was keeping me
waiting deliberately, I realized, and was probably watching me
from somewhere. I stood up straighter and avoided slouching
against the wall in a way I knew would displease her. I was just
starting to think I must have the wrong time when I felt a light
tap on my shoulder. I turned and found myself staring into the
eyes of my Maitresse. My throat went dry and I began to tremble
as she looked back at me, this woman who knew all my secrets. I
risked a look downward and saw the swell of her breasts through
her blouse. My cock - her cock - began to harden at the site and
I felt my face begin to flush.
- Hello, my pet.
- Hello, Maitresse.
- I've been watching you, pet. Are you eager to begin out
shopping trip?
- Yes, Maitresse,
- Before we do, you must show proper devotion to your Maitresse.
- Yes, Maitresse. Anything. What would you like me to do.
- You will kneel and kiss each of my shoes three times.
I looked around sheepishly. Suddenly it seemed as though
everyone in the mall was staring at me. But I knew I had to do
it. Red-faced I knelt in front of her and lowered my lips to her
black stilettos. I kissed each shoe three times, then begged her
for permission to rise. As I did so I was rewarded with the site
first of her legs, rising up to her skirt, then up to her
breasts just inches from my face, then staring once more into
her eyes, which smiled back at me.
I vacillated between arousal and embarrassment. One moment the
mall was empty, with only Maitresse Regine smiling before me.
The next I could see people over her shoulder, some pointing,
some suppressing smiles. To her left a group of three college
girls were giggling at what they had seen.
- Ignore them, pet and follow me.
I did as I was told. I followed her from shop to shop.
Gradually, my wallet emptied and my arms filled with shopping
bags. I carried a wicked pair of high-heeled boots, a sexy black
dress, three blouses and some new gym clothes. In each shop,
Maitresse Regine approached the sales counter and clicked her
fingers. This was my signal to reach into my pocket for my
wallet and hand over what was left of my cash.
The next hour passed with bewildering speed. My arms weighed
down with shopping bags and parcels, I was struggling to keep to
the three paces behind her that she had specified at the
beginning. And I scarcely noticed as she led me into yet another
shop. But as I tore my eyes from the gentle sway of her hips I
saw that this store was different.
It was filled with sexy lingerie of all descriptions. Bras and
panties, camisoles, suspender belts, basques, stockings, even
some leather wear in one corner. My cock hardened again at the
thought of what I might be able to buy Maitresse Regine and what
she might let me see later.
Maitresse Regine seemed to know the two gorgeous shop assistants
and was soon deep in conversation. Then she beckoned me over.
- Julian, I want you to meet two friends of mine: Rachel and
Caroline. Girls, this is Julian, my new pet.
I mumbled a hello. As I met their eyes, I caught a hint of
something. Amusement?
Maybe. Expectation? Certainly. Both looked in their early 20s
and both were stunning. Try as I might I could not tear my eyes
away from them.
- If you've quite finished staring, Julian, the girls are going
to show you a selection of lingerie. I want you to choose two
the two sexiest outfits you can find. OK?
I nodded agreement then sat as Rachel and Caroline brought me a
succession of bras and panties, suspender belts and stockings. I
was spoilt for choice but eventually plumped for one coordinated
bra and panties and suspender belt set in black silk with pink
lace trimmings and one blue and white set with French knickers.
Rachel told me she had the same set herself and assured me that
they would look really sexy. My excitement mounted as I dreamt
of seeing Maitresse Regine in the lingerie I had chosen. Then I
heard her behind me.
- A good choice, pet. Very sexy. But we should make sure we have
the right size, don't you think?
- Yes Maitresse.
- Good. Now, follow me to the changing rooms at the back.
I followed. Could it really be that she would let me see her try
them on? But no sooner were we inside the changing cubicle with
the curtains drawn than I realized what was happening. Maitresse
Regine turned to me and curtly ordered me to strip. I obeyed and
removed by clothes until I was standing naked before her. Then I
heard a voice from the other side of the curtain.
- OK to measure up now, Regine?
- Yes, come on in girls.
The curtain drew back to reveal Rachel and Caroline, both
smirking. A look passed between them and Maitresse Regine and
all three began to laugh at my predicament. I stood to attention
as Rachel took a tape measure from around her neck and measured
my chest and hips. Soon Caroline was back with a selection of
lingerie for me to try and I was standing before them in bra,
panties, stockings and suspenders.
My face was burning red. I thought I would die of shame. Then
the final humiliation. Maitresse Regine took a small camera from
her bag and I was made to pose in a range of increasingly
humiliating positions. Blackmail pictures she called them.
Rachel and Caroline encouraged me with a range of comments from
the sidelines about how hot I was and how all the guys would go
for me. Then following orders I knelt before them and bent to
kiss their shoes. I knew had come full circle. I also knew that
no matter what...I was now owned.
© 2003 www.MaitresseRegine.com
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