Foot Slave Needed

Foot Slave Needed
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you got to get somone to listen to you and ask them to get you somthing down by your feet then once they do stick your feet right up tp there face then grab them and make them sniff and lick your toes.
a few thoughts for a woman who is thinking about having a man who services their feet. now ladies, it doesnt matter if your young or older, skinny or fat, pretty or ugly, there are men out there that are willing to spend considerable time rubbing, kissing, licking your feet. not all foot fetishes are the same, in fact they vary from one end of the spectrum to the other. the trick is knowing what you want and developing a set of rules and standards when choosing a potential footslave. ok so here are some thoughts on the subject:
for some men the foot fetish is the primary source of excitement
for other men the foot fetish is a gateway to a different primary source of excitement, say sexual intercourse.
decide whether you want just a footslave or a footslave/other stuff slave
decide whether you are going to require a fee or donation or work or favor etc.
do you just want to watch tv in your sweat pants while a man licks your feet
or do you want to interact and control your footslave
do you want just casual foot service or do you want a trained foot specialist?
of course you can experiment to get a feel what works best for you.
decide hard limits on things like masturbation, if that grosses you out, then make your candidates are aware that everything stays inside the pants in the email. you could state directly..."i am seeking a man to service my feet without sexual gratification, will you respect that?"
however if you dont care what he does to himself or that turns you on knowing a man is climaxing to the soles of your feet then dont even bring it up in the email.
if you are unfamiliar with the foot fetish scene, then begin doing some research
online at Google and YouTube .com. watch what footslaves are doing in videos and begin figuring out the scenario that fits your needs. its a tradeoff, you get your feet rubbed and attended to in exchange for fufilling their fantasy.
decide on your limits and standards...
what is too old or too young and white, black, chinese etc
begin placing ads at sites like Craigslist or whereever you feel comfortable.
BUT BE PREPARED TO DECLINE OR IGNORE ALMOST ALL RESPONSES
this is where you need to be suuuper picky. if you place the ad right, you should get a mountain of responses with many good foot fetish candidates.
all of the usual rules apply. weed out all rude, ignorant, and disrespectful people. dont even respond if they can spell 99% of the response correctly. a good foot slave candidate will take a lot of pride in his response to you.
go from online ad to email to text to phone call to meet in person at a public place to your place (or whereever for now). use each step to weed out anyone who doesnt meet your standards.
"FOOTSLAVE WANTED: TAKING RESPONSES FOR CONSIDERATION TO SERVE AS MY FOOTBOY ONCE A WEEK FOR 2-4 HOURS WHILE I WATCH TELEVISION. I AM FEMALE, 5 FOOT 4 INCHES TALL, AVERAGE BODY, SIZE 8 FEET WITH HIGH ARCHES (INCLUDE A PHOTO IN HEELS, OR OF YOUR ARCH). APPLICANTS SHOULD BE BETWEEN 25 AND 35 YEARS OF AGE, IN DECENT SHAPE AND ABLE TO SPEND LONG HOURS ON THEIR HANDS AND KNEES WHILE SERVICING MY FEET"
when on the phone with your candidate, ask questions about his foot fetish, its is very important to sound very open minded at first because he lets his guard down and tells you what he really wants. if he can talk about his foot fetish freely then he like has a foot fetish. but be prepared to weed out anyone who spends very little time talking about what he likes to do with feet when you ask them direct questions about what they like to do.
meet that person in a public place for coffee as a final check to see if you like him, and by now there are plenty of email and phone records for any funny business to be traced to for your protection. I recommend creating a separate email account to help maintain your anonimity and to keep this organized and separate.
oh by the way, if you are in the orlando area and needs a five star foot session, or have a question about finding a footslave i can be contacted at fsdiariesonline@gmail.com.
Foot slave is a person who his submitted his life under the dominating feet and gorgeous shoes heels of his owner lady as most obedient and submissive.He is belong to the beautiful feet and shoes of that lady as devotee and worshiper of feet . Foot slave is the footlicker and shoelilicker of his owner lady and her all females friends.Foot slave have to obey his owner lady and have to carry all order as footservsnt.He have to the mantra in his heart and mind that his right place is under the feet of that dominant lady. That lady can dominate her foot slave under feet as she wish at anytime anywhere ( parties, clubs etc) alone/ multiple. He have remember always men are slaves and obey to female supremacy.He will always controlled by that dominant lady under her/ their feet as life time foot salave.

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How I Became a Foot Slave to Marisa    A little background prior to how it all began: Back in junior year of high school, I was pretty much the ultimate nerd. All I did was play video games and I didn’t socialize with many people outside my close circle of friends. However, in gym class I finally made a couple female acquaintances, once of which was a tall white girl named Marisa. Now, I actually didn’t think of her as anything more than an acquaintance for awhile, we liked each other’s company and that was that. I was very reserved and was just discovering my love for feet at that period in time so I didn’t try to take glances at her feet, not that I could because she never wore flip-flops. Over time, apparently she took a liking to my silly and random personality, and she ended up asking me out to a movie which completely shocked me. For as long as I’ve lived I’ve been extremely introverted, so I wasn’t thrilled of going to some movie, but I said yes regardless. We ended up going to some comedy that I honestly don’t remember (it wasn’t that grand) but we had a decent time nonetheless. However, our little time together was very short lived, we ended up going to the school dance later, but we were never really “together”, our interests were to vastly different and so we never even got to the point of proclaiming ourselves the obligatory title of “being in a relationship.” She seemed to want to distance herself from me rather than remaining friends afterwards, which made me disappointed, but I accepted it. Fast forward about 6 months later in the school year. It was about may and it was somewhat common for girls on the school grounds to be wearing flip flops. At this time, my fetish for feet was beginning to take full form, it wasn’t so much an obsession yet, but I certainly loved them. The problem is, even with all the feet at display, I was/am VERY picky with feet I like. To be brief: I like long feet (I especially like long toes), light skinned, nailed polished, clean feet. So, I would occasionally see a pair of feet I liked, but with how introverted I was there was no way I was ever going to reveal my love for them. I never saw anything spectacular until one day I came in view of Marisa again. I actually forgot about her for the most part. When I saw her in the library I was sitting alone looking at my phone, she went up to the front desk so she didn’t see me. I had a diagonal view of her feet, and even if I didn’t get to see the soles I was absolutely dumbfounded by the sight. It’s impossible for me to express how astounded I was even with what little I had to look at. For the entire two or so minutes she was at the front desk I was just staring at her feet, the urge to leap down and start worshipping her feet was extremely high, but obviously I didn’t do such. After she spoke with the person at the front desk, she left the library. Let’s just say that I started wishing I tried harder to stay with her back then. After that moment, I tried to get a peek of her feet whenever possible, this was rare as the only chance I had was during lunch, in which I would have to go somewhere she couldn’t see and take a peak. Eventually, the school year came to a close. I’m ashamed to admit that whenever I wasn’t playing video games or doing some other average task, I was daydreaming passively about her feet, longing for the first time to be a slave. All I wanted was to worship her feet for hours on end, and became depressed as this was never going to happen. After summer break, senior year rolled around, me and her had little contact.

But once again, once the later months arrived and it started getting hotter, I once again was reminded of her perfect, glorious feet. I accepted my fate though, senior year ended, and I moved on. So, that’s the entire background out of the way, now is when the title may start to make some sense. My first year of college ended not too long ago, including my summer classes. I am at a loss of what to do and my fetish for feet is now insanely interruptive. The thought of worshipping feet constantly invades my thoughts, especially the fantasy of being Marisa’s foot slave. I had never told anyone about my fetish, until one day I broke down and had to tell someone. I decided I would tell an old friend from high school: Alexandria. Now, make no mistake, me and her have always just been friends, this has been established and I had no sexual desire towards her what so ever. Alex was also the only person I knew/know that is a friend of Marisa’s that I am also a friend with. With that said, I asked to meet her at IHop (who doesn’t love that place) during 8:00 PM so that there would be little other people. All I told her was I wanted to talk about things and open up about certain things. Knowing how closed up I was in high school she agreed to meet me and said she was quite curious as to what this was going to be about. I’ll shorten our talk, but after some small talk she asked why we were REALLY meeting. After much hesitation I told her of my foot fetish, even going as far as to my desire to be a foot slave. Surprisingly, while she did think it was strange, she was thankful that I was open to her. Not soon after I revealed everything, she asked, “So… has there ever been anyone specific that you’ve wanted to… worship-er… be a foot slave to?” I was surprised at how quickly she got to a specific question. “Well… yes, there is someone.” I replied with a shaky voice. She told me to calm down and asked if she ever knew the person, I replied saying yes.

She sat there for a few seconds before throwing out a guess, “Is it Marisa?” I couldn’t believe it. “... Okay… now how did you guess that?” She shrugged, “Well, she’s the only girl you’ve ever been remotely involved with, and her feet match your description of what you look for in feet, so I figured it was a safe bet.” I didn’t really have a reply, after not having anything to say, she spoke up, “Y’know… there’s a possibility I might be able to help you fulfill your fantasy with Marisa.” “... How could you possibly do that?” I stammered. “I’ve taken a good amount of psychology classes and speech classes, so I know how to persuade rather well, and I AM still a friend of hers… plus, she’s told me… well, just trust me, okay?” “... Okay. I don’t know what magical plan you’re going to conjure up, but know I appreciate whatever it is you’re going to do regardless.”    And so, we finished our meal with some more small talk after this, exchanged goodbyes with her final words being, “I will help you.” Needless to say, I was extremely curious as to what the outcome would be, about a week passed since our meeting, and I was just meandering on my computer once again, I checked my facebook and saw I had a friend request, which was rare for me. Yes, you guessed it. I recieved a friend request from Marisa just three hours ago. I knew this was Alex’s doing, and I couldn’t help but just stare at the screen for a solid minute. It literally took approximately one hour before I got the guts to click the accept button, I then saw her profile to the right on the screen, she was online. The fact that she was actively online at that moment made me incredibly nervous, scared, happy… basically, I was emotionally unstable at that moment. I couldn’t bring myself to type the first words to her at first. About ten minutes passed, and after a lot of pep talk to myself, I began moving my cursor to her profile to send a message.

Before I could click her profile, much like a situation in a movie I then recieved a message from her first. Here is what it said: “Well, hello there *my name*! ” I could still not muster the strength to reply, I then received a stream of messages following that one.

Message #2: I’m going to assume you’re sitting there. I’m also going to assume you know why I send you a friend request.
Message #3: I know all about your fantasy of being my foot slave, Alex told me everything.
Message #4: So, let me start by telling you that I had an experience with a short-term boyfriend a few months ago. Alex knew I had this experience which is probably why she knew she could… persuade me. .
Message #5: Basically, I had a boyfriend who had a foot fetish much like yourself, I was reluctant at first but eventually obliged and allowed him to worship my feet. I absolutely loved it… every second of it, he quickly went from boyfriend to being my foot slave as I discovered that I ADORED having a foot slave rather than a boyfriend.
Message #6: My arrangement with him was short-lived though, as he eventually wanted to start doing other things aside from just worshipping my feet. Things like footjobs… things involving other body parts… I wanted no part of that. He didn’t let up though, so I had get rid of him.
Message #7: So my proposal is this, I’ve been desiring a foot slave for quite some time now, and the idea of me owning YOU of all people is even BETTER. So if you want to suck my toes, lick my soles, kiss my feet, and worship them for hours upon hours… if you… want to become my foot slave… that can very well happen. Just know that you would be a foot slave, and the extent of that is mouth to foot and nothing else. What do you say?

Now, anyone in my position would bang their head against a wall because of thinking everything happening is a dream. Funnily enough, I’m a strange breed, I’m asexual in every regard aside from liking feet, so this was the best possible arrangement for me. I suddenly summoned all the courage I had and typed up a reply.

My Message: … It probably comes to no surprise to you that I’m shocked right now and joyous at the same time. Please Marisa, accept me as your foot slave. All I want is your feet, I don’t need anything else in my life other than your feet. *bows graciously*

from her: There you go you shy little fool! We very well could have a deal here. So, here’s what we’re going to do. My parents are gone on mondays-thursdays. They both work from 10 am to at least 6 pm, since today is Sunday, we can try this whole ordeal tomorrow if you want. You have no idea how excited I am to have you as my slave *my name*.

My Message: I’ll be there at 10 am sharp if you’ll allow me, my queen.

Message from her: Aw… look at you, already recognizing me as your goddess, I’m liking this a whole lot! Here’s my address: *her address*. And here’s my number: *her number*. I’ll message you as soon as my parents leave, and you can head over here.

My Message: I will oblige to anything you say, goddess.

Message from her: lol good boy! I’ll see you then!

It was kind of weird, her messages over facebook were very kind and I was wondering if it’d be the same once I was officially her slave (assuming it worked out.) Regardless, I was very jumpy that day and was questioned by my parents as to why, I made up a story about how I was going to meet an old friend, and asked if I could go to her house tomorrow. My parents are pretty lenient, so they said I could.

One thing I wasn’t sure about, is if I were to become her foot slave, I would have to live in the same house as her, and since we were both living with our parents still even though we were taking college classes, I was unsure of how that would work. I decided I was getting ahead of myself and simply awaited for the following day. Nighttime arrived, I set my alarm for 9 am just to give myself plenty of preparation time, and went to sleep. When I woke up, I performed my daily tasks, made sure I was dressed well, and waited. I received a message at 9:56 from Marisa reading: “You may now come to my domain, soon to be slave.” It was weird how I was looking forward to her calling me her slave. Regardless, I immediately ran to my car, jumped in, and drove as fast as I legally could to her house. Once I arrived, I parked near the crib of her house, and looked up. Turns out, her parents must have it good, cause she had what seemed like a small mansion, I was surprised a house like this wasn’t in a gated community. I took a deep breath, got out of my car with a full bouquet of roses that I bought the previous night and went to her door.

After a year and a half or so of not seeing Marisa, the door opened after about 10 seconds, and there she was. I neglected to mention how she herself was insanely beautiful as well. But even still, it was very difficult f
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