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Hi people. I am new to this mousepad, this is an awesome place to share out experiences. So, here I tell my own story, and I think this is the perfect place to
put it.

I was selected to a local university which is about 150 miles away from my home. And my parents asked me to stay in my aunt's place (which is just near the
university) during my university life. I did not have much connection with her before, so felt a bit uneasy at the beginning. About the family background of my
aunt's place is, my uncle visits home once in a month, he is always out of home for his business works. My cousin (aunt's son) was in college hostel
which is about 200 miles away from their home. So, it was only me and my aunt stayed at home most of the time. So, here I will start the way this thing all
started.

First couple of months, I went to the university early morning and came home in the evening, and had a little chat with my aunt before going to bed. One day we
were watching a movie at night before sleeping and it contained some adult scenes. In one occasion the servant boy was massaging the home mistress and I saw
that my aunt was watching it with very carefully. Though I also had a great foot fetish, I tried to hide my likeness in front of my aunt. But at the end of the
scene, for my surprise, my aunt moaned and told me that she also like to have her feet pampered and my uncle used to do it to her and now she is really missing
it. She extended her feet as she told and I was sitting next to her in the sofa. I did not tell anything at the moment, but that was the time I really looked
at her feet with much attention. 'WOW', I told to myself. What an awesome pair of feet. I stared at my aunt feet for couple of seconds and watched the
movie again.

Next morning, while having breakfast, my aunt sat beside me at the table and had a look at me with a different smile in her face. I asked what was the matter
and she laughed. 'Hey, yester night I saw you were staring at my feet, after I told about my likeness to have my feet pampered !!! Is there any particular
reason for it dear?? ' . This sudden question made me rock motionless. I tried to answer but the words did not come out. However I managed to tell that,
' Well aunt you really have beautiful feet, and they really deserve great pampering, and I can see uncle has done his job well. ' She smiled for what I
said and she asked me directly whether I can do that job when my uncle is not there. Internally I was overjoyed, but I was so shy to express my feeling. '
Well aunt, I will give it a try then.' and went for my studies to the university. Whole day long I was thinking about the incident happened in the morning.
And I came home a bit earlier that day. Well guys, that was the day my life got changed. Here is the the best part .. ..

I came to the living room after taking a wash and my aunt was sitting on the sofa, and she did not looked at me at that time. I asked whether she was all
right. Then she turned to my side and, wowwwww, she looked at me with a furious face. 'Hey, you know what, I was thinking about the thing happened today,
well I want to tell you something, you admired my feet in morning don't you? Well that is the result of your uncle being my slave when he is here. I really
wanted to become a mistress and that feeling came in to me when I was in high school. So I married your uncle because he promised me to be my slave forever. I
put your cousin into a far away school because I wanted to be a real mistress at home. Well enough of that, now YOU have to replace your uncle's position
now onwards and be my slave forever until he is here. Do you understand??'

I just listened to her and could not tell or argue about it. I felt that I am already become a slave and ready to do what ever she likes. I admitted that I
will be her slave form now onwards. Well these were her instructions to me.

' Ok, listen to this very carefully, I am not a normal mistress whom you will find around. I really want to be the queen in the house and none is allowed
to do anything without my permission. Even your personal activities. I order you the time to go to wash room to clean your self. And remember, I am not using
the toilet even, DO YOU UNDERSTAND??? It is you, which is going to be my toilet here after UNDERSTAND?? And most importantly, you will be dined at my feet, I
give your food on a plate on the floor near my feet REMEMBER? You will have to lick my feet and soles when ever I will be sitting or until I fall asleep on
bed. I will be not washing my feet with water, regardless of how dirty my feet are. You will have to lick them clean and apply foot lotion on them. And you
noticed the back room, which is always locked?? Well that is the place I use you as my toilet. My toilet pit is your ugly mouth UNDERSTAND??? I want you to eat
my whole waste stuff and drink my pee to the last drop. I will kick your face if you fail to do any of those things. Finally, managing your uni studies is up
to you, but the service to me is the most important REMEMBER. And one more thing, forget about your life, if you mention any of these things with your parents.
Ok, one more thing, you will not drink any water here after remember, I will give a bottle filled with my urinate and that will be the drink you have for the
whole day. NOW, on your knees bastard........................'

Well, from that day onwards, I became the real slave to a living Goddess. I could not attend to the university lectures on time and I had to service my queen
all the time. She forgot that I was a living being and gave every possible sexual punishment you can ever imagine. Now I do not feel my tongue as I have licked
her dirty soles million times. Now I do not feel the taste of anything as i always eat and drink her waste. There are hundreds of marks left behind all over my
body due to her kicking. She used to kick me without a reason and I used to kiss her feet after an every kick. Once in a while a man came to the house and had
sex with my aunt, that fulfilled her sexual desires. I had to go out of the house when my uncle returned home for couple of days. Right after he left the
house, I should be present at her foot steps.

Now I am working as an assistant in a local office where I stay alone in a rent out apartment. It is 50 miles drive to my Goddess (aunt's) place. I was
ordered to visit her every weekend and the treatment from her was so brutal, as I am away from home for 5 days. She put all of her feet into my mouth and
trample me so hard, that was the punishment to be away from her for 5 days.. She slaps me so hard as I dont feel I have a face. And for every punishment she
gives, I have to kiss her soles and feet.

Well guys, today is Friday and tonight I have to visit my Queen. I do not feel the weekend now, as I am under her. I think you enjoyed the life I am having
now, I do not have time to think even about my own life in the future. I will post some more stories of her, if I have time.. Take care folks.
So , you really ate her shit and drank her pee?
Yeah dude.. I had to, I was reluctant at the beginning, but she forced me to. Once I started eating I felt like I lost my taste and smell. Eating her shit was
the harder part. Drinking her pee was alright for me, I really love that taste. My weekend drink is still her pee.
Well is, I do not know from where are you. I am from Sri Lanka (don't know whether you know), those are the common activities of real goddess here, they
deserve much more than that, and they are so strict and all local slaves here know it. That is how you also will be treated if you wish to be a slave for a
goddess here.
No feet are worth eating shit to get to worship them. Did you ever ask her if you could worship her feet without having to eat her shit?
....Ok, you know this story is tagged as NON-FICTION as in TRUE? I'm sorry but, eating shit and drinking pee? You're kidding me, right?

...But if it's true, then... EWWW!
Despite the terrible grammar, I give this story an A+ with two thumbs up, if not for being extremely entertaining and unintentionally funny.
Yeah, for most of people eating shit is so weird. But that is not the best part for me. As I told I had a great feet fetish since my childhood and it grew
bigger and bigger. Then it grew even to try out some extreme fantasies (even to taste shit). At the very first time, it was also a night mare for me, but, I
loved to try out new sexual extremes with her. I think I have mentioned several times that I have licked her soles for million times, and that is an usual case
for an foot licker. I mentioned about what I have tried out except foot licking. My major desire is to get myself under her divine feet, and I enjoy much about
it. I mean I do it in regular basis. Eating her shit is not happening all the time . Anyway, I love the feeling to be a REAL SEXUAL SLAVE for
a REAL bitch like that, and love the feeling of putting my whole life under her feet and control. And again, I think the experience may differ from the way
your mistresses treat you.
ladyfootslave,sorry if I sounded like I am judging you,and I am usually amongst the first to say 'each to their own'.

For me,all of my submissive feelings are all to do with female feet. I want to be dominated and humiliated by females,who would take great delight in having me
kiss,smell,lick,and suck on their stinky feet,and use me for their footrests and footstools,and generally have fun,and make great sport,in putting me down.
(Not literally,though!!)

Also,I would love to actually be their foot servant. I would love to massage their feet for them,and be their pedicurist,as best as I could do that for them.
Also,they wouldn't have to clean their footwear themselves. I mean,why should they,when they have got their very own footboy,to do that menial and tiresome
chore,for them?

I suppose what I am saying,is that my own desires are pretty tame,really.

But then,I am easily pleased!
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It was somewhat ironic, I thought, as I licked obediently at my aunt's moist pussy while she lay on her poolside recliner in the dry Arizona heat, that my predicament had been caused by a female domination magazine entitled, very appropriately, "Mistress Knows Best". Perhaps I'd better explain, because it all happened more than 15 years ago - in 1989.
I was 20-years-old and my Aunt Pat 18 years my senior, but she was a stunningly built, still hugely attractive brunette. I had been sent out to Pat's superb lifestyle block on the outskirts of Flagstaff by my step-mother, Karla, a gorgeous but haughty 35-year-old, who had just married my father, a wealthy industrialist. Pat was her older sister and had attended the wedding in London where we had chatted over a glass of bubbly at the "wedding breakfast" and she insisted I call her "aunty". Silly, really, but I found it rather amusing.
The holiday was to last for a month, before I went back to learn the ropes at my father's industrial empire. On arrival at Los Angeles International, I had taken a cab around the area while waiting for my connecting flight to Flagstaff.
During the drive I spotted an adult bookstore, got the cabbie to stop, and it was there I purchased the magazine that was to change my life. It was wrapped in clear plastic, of course, but the title - "Mistress Knows Best" - and the picture of the beautiful PVC-clad dominatrix on the title page was enough to persuade me to part with $7. It was the best $7 I ever spent!
The magazine was published - I know because I still have it - by Holly Publications, and consisted of four photo spreads and the one entitled "Wild With Desire" starring the stunner on the cover was cock-raising material.
Anyway, I climbed back in the cab and was soon in the little Western Airlines commuter plane on the flight to Flagstaff. Aunty Pat, a tallish brunette with superb 40-inch breasts, was there to chauffeur me back to her spread, some miles out of town. It was a luxurious, secluded place, with a magnificent swimming pool and large, lush lawns.
On arrival, Aunt Pat threw my only bag - I travelled light, just some underwear, swimming trunks, jeans, T-shirts and shirts - onto the bed in the guest bedroom and we went into the huge kitchen where she fixed me lunch. Sadly - no, make that fortunately - she pressed a couple of Coors beers on me, or maybe three.
By now I feeling a little light headed and told her I needed a nap - London to LA was a long flight. She smiled and kissed me lightly on the cheek. She smelt of wheat, and I wanted her. But I also wanted to get away from her - I was desperate to check out my domination mag, of course. Soon I was on the bed, naked, hand on my eight-inch uncut cock, stroking myself as I perved over the pictures, especially the "Wild With Desire" ones. Then, I must have fallen asleep.
The next thing I knew I was awake. Judging by the light in the room it was well into the evening. I sat bolt upright and there - sitting in an easy chair by the foot of the bed was Aunty Pat. She was, you guessed it, thumbing through "Mistress Knows Best". I scrambled for the sheet to cover myself, but it had fallen off the foot of the bed. Then I looked at Aunty Pat and suddenly felt my penis start to stir. She was a stunning sight.
Her lovely big breasts were covered by a shiny red satin brassiere, with black edging. On her hips was a shiny black PVC miniskirt. One leg was crossed over the other, displaying a wonderful expanse of bronzed thigh.
She was wearing blood red high heels. I pulled a pillow and plunked it across my groin to hide my swiftly rising cock. Pat looked up at me and smiled. Then she put her hand on the table beside her chair and threw a bundle at me. "Have a look at those, you naughty boy, you," she laughed, and I saw the things I took to be paper were, in fact, about a dozen garishly-coloured Polaroid prints. Each showed me, cock in hand, perving on my purchase. "Aunty Pat," I tried to bluster, "you've been spying on me!"
Pat laughed, laying the magazine down. "On the contrary - my housekeeper, Anita has been doing the spying! Anita, get in here!"
Into the bedroom stepped a hard-faced but quite attractive raven-haired woman, some years younger than my aunt. Her beautifully bronzed body was nude save for a black satin garter belt, shiny black stockings and black high-heeled shoes. Her breasts were smaller than Pat's - later I found they were 34-inch beauties - and her pubic bush was jet black and trimmed back to allow a clear view of her piss flaps peeping below the crew-cut hair style.
Pat introduced me: "This is Anita Armitage, my housekeeper and partner - she took those pictures through a crack in the door which leads into my room adjoining this. Being a faithful employee-confidante, she thought she should show them to me. Rick - you really are a very naughty boy, aren't you?"
"No I'm not," I protested, "I'm just a perfectly normal, highly-sexed 20-year-old who enjoys looking at pictures of pretty women!" Pat sniggered. "Oh yes, pretty women - look what one of them is saying - 'Do you want to worship my tits, my arse, my cunt - well on your knees, slave'. Lovely. You're a freak for femdom, Rick, admit it!" I lowered my face, Aunty Pat had me there, and to my great relief, I poured it out.
"Well, since it's pretty obvious, yes, I do fancy being a wonderful woman's sex slave, aunty. You win!" I confessed. Pat grinned at me, and threw another magazine across. "And take that silly pillow away, Rick, we both know what you look like now!"
Sheepishly, I put the pillow behind me, on top of the other two and sat propped up, my cock still stiffly standing high. The magazine that Aunty Pat had tossed over was a German publication, with a young woman wearing a bright red PVC playsuit featured on the cover. It was called something "Sklaven der PVC" or some such thing. "Look at the centerspread," said my "aunt".
When I got there I saw a spread of some eight or nine shots of Aunty Pat - named by the magazine "Mistress Helga", but it was obviously Aunty Pat. She was erotically clad in a black PVC playsuit, which was open-fronted and exposed her magnificent 40-inch superstructure. The suit had a zip which ran from the navel back to the small of the back. In every shot, the suit was unzipped, exposing Pat's brown-haired pussy. In every shot she was posing with a many-tailed flogger. By the time I'd finished scanning the pictures I was as stiff as a policeman's nightstick!
"I was given the playsuit after the shoot," Pat informed me, looking with interest at my hard-on. "Like me to model it for you?" I nodded so enthusiastically it's a wonder my head didn't part company with my shoulders. "God yes," I breathed. Pat smiled and turned to Anita. "First let's see if he's going to be up to our demanding standards, shall we Anita? Try him out!" With that, the raven-haired beauty stepped to the side of the bed, kicked her shoes off and climbed onto the mattress.
Placing a knee on either side of my upper body, Anita lowered her minge onto my unprotesting mouth. Her semi-shaved snatch was wet with sex juices and slithered across my hungry lips.
Soon my tongue was sliding into her crevices, flicking against her rosebud anus, then into her sopping wet cunt, then up to her clitoris until, only a minute or two after she had begun her face-sitting exercise, Anita pumped even faster and roared to her climax.
Slipping off my and replacing her shoes, Anita bent over and gave my mouth, moist from her musk, a gentle kiss on the mouth and reported: "Magnificent, madam, I think he'll do quite well."
"Wonderful," said Pat, rising from her chair and smoothing her mini over her lush buttocks. "Welcome to our humble abode, Rick. It looks like you're in for a month of sex slavery!"
Lying back on the bed, my stiffy pointing towards the ceili
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