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INTRO: And I find myself rubbing her tired college feet, debasing myself on my knees for her amusement and relaxation. A routine of a daily washing and massaging of her feet. A weekly scrubbing of her soles and pedicures. All that topped with all the kissing, licking, and occasional sucking just to please her dominant nature. Yes, this is my life now. I suppose I have to be used to it. To be owned by Princess Ceia, to be dubbed as personal property of her feet. (I guess that’s enough of an intro)

This story is a personal account of my experience with my once friend Ceia, and how “friend” was changed into “slave.” This story hence is non-fiction, sharing my college experience of slavery, humiliation, and foot fetish.

CHAPTER 1:
Her name was Andrea Francela Tan. “Ceia” as she loves to be called. I first saw her during freshmen orientation, at our community campus “Berea”, and as soon as I saw her, I immediately feel for her. Idk why, but she was drop dead gorgeous. She’s about 5’4-5’6 I think. Porcelain skin and black hair. 10 for 10 hot built. Eyes that speaks, and a smile that’s a killer. She was hot as hell, but simple as can be. Most of the time she simply goes to campus wearing shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She the type of gal who needs not to dress fancy to have to you crawl on your knees in admiration for her. Capping all that she’s the coolest, cool attitude with a pleasing personality. She’s kind and warm, and carrying. I guess that’s why I never imagine her to be so dominant. But all that aside, I can say I liked her from the very start. I want her, and I got to have her.

Me on the other hand, am quite a player myself, 6’1, athletic type. Honestly, I can say, “what’s not to like?” I came to Berea on a sports scholarship running track, while high GPA’s to brag. Am doing great, and will be doing greater. Only thing not so great I guess is my secret lust for feet. We just all have our own quirks I suppose.

Anyways. Moving on. As the semester began, I simply gazed from a-far. I really don’t know how to get to her, and it seems like the right opportunity to do so has not presented itself yet. I stalked a bit and waited, til one day we we’re paired together for a report in literature class. And to my luck, we gelled instantly. And from then on, we hanged out together, ate lunch together, studied together, and do all other stuff together. i was getting the best of luck. Not only am I getting this hottie, I also get to indulge in my foot fetish every now and then. Whenever we hang at one’s dorm, I occasionally would have the chances of sneaking to sniff her sneakers, socks, and footsocks. I even was able to steal about three to four pairs of them too without any fuss, blaming people of other dorm rooms as the sock culprits. On an occasion, I was even able to give her a bit of foot rub after kinesiology class. I was living the dream. A dream which eventually bit me in the back.
CHAPTER 2: The Homecoming – The First Shades of Dominance
Things went as a routine all through the semester. I suppose we’ve been quite good friends already. But I can’t settle at that, I want us to be more than friends, and the homecoming ball, has got to be the perfect opportunity to reach second base.

About two weeks before the end of the semester and the homecoming ball. I decided to make my move. We’re off to have dinner after a long day’s classes, and I opted take her somewhere a bit more special, somewhere that ain’t a regular for us. And to make myself look better, I opted to pay the bill myself. Upon dinner, I invited her over my pad, to chill a bit, an invitation she accepted. Hitting my pad, we decided to relax and by relax, I it means watching a movie as I give her a foot rub. Around the mid of the film I decided to pop the homecoming question.

The conversation we had are as follows:
Me: Ceia, I would like to ask you something
.
Ceia: sure, what is it?

Me: we been quite good friends from sometime now, and…
(she interrupted)

Ceia: yeah, youre a good friend, a good classmate, and a darn good foot-rubber (laughing a bit)
(i think my face kinda turned red a bit)

Me: yeah, well, I was wondering… (pausing and stuttering a bit)

Ceia: come on, out with it.

Me: (nervous) would you go out with me to the homecoming ball?

Ceia: yun lang pala! (Filipino phrase meaning, “so that’s all you want to say after all”)

Me: yeah… so would you?

Ceia: well, youre a good friend, and I’d love to accompany you, but sadly, homecomings are not really my thing.

Me: (I blurted) aww come on Ceia! Don’t make me beg!
(all this, while her feet are still on my lap, and me still rubbing a bit)

Ceia: (with a smirk on her face) hmmmm. I think I’d like to see that.

Me: huh? see what?

Ceia: Beg. I’d like to see you beg me, beg me to go with you to the homecoming.

*Stupidly, as if in a spell, I dropped down to my knees and beg saying.*
Me: Please Ceia, pls come with me to the homecoming ball.

Ceia: (laughing at me) is that how you beg? I’m not really convinced.

Me: how would you want me to beg then?

Ceia: hmmm. Well youre on your knees already. Hmmm… kiss my feet then!!!

*is this a dream. Those be word’s I’ve been dreaming to hear my all my life.
*again stupidly, I then grabbed her soft pair of feet, gave both of their tops a kiss each and said*

Me: pls Ceia, come be my date at the homecoming.

Ceia: (again laughing at me) that’s better, now why don’t you kiss all my toes, start from the small toe to the left, all the way to the small toe of the right. And o!!! I want you to beg me after every kiss.

*under her spell, I stupidly obeyed, kissing and begging, kissing and begging as if I’m a desperate fool*

*After kissing her small toe from her right foot, and again begging, Ceia responded*

Ceia: I’m kinda enjoying this. My feet are loving it too. so why not just keep kissing them? And who knows? Maybe you’d convince me to go.

Me: you want me to continue kissing your…

Ceia: yeah. Keep kissing my feet, we still have half a movie to go through. Keep kissing and begging my feet and we’ll see.

*I don’t know why I did it, but I kept kissing her feet and begging*

*after about 10 mins of doing so, I decided to stop a bit*
Ceia: did I tell you to stop? Keep kissing!!! And I want to hear you beg!
*hence, I continued, like slave debasing myself as she unwinds from a tired day*
 
After about an hour, and thousands of kisses all over her feet. I actually doubt it if there a spot I missed. She looked at me as the credits roll and said,

Ceia: I really enjoyed having you kiss-massage my feet. Mas masarap pala pag lips ang gamit sa pag massage ng paa (I never thought it’d feel so good to have someone’s lips used to massage my feet) Anyways, I still don’t feel like dancing in a ball. But yet you still have two weeks to go to convince me. Maybe a daily foot rub would ready my feet for homecoming, and maybe you’ll get my yes then. Do we have a deal?

*I never thought she had the ability to manipulate and humiliate someone like that. Nonetheless, under her spell…. I complied.

Me: Deal, I’d rub your feet everyday, til the night before home coming
Ceia: great!!! That’s the spirit! Don’t worry. You can use your hands next time. (smirked at me)
 
So, for 10 straight days, including week end. I find myself rubbing her feet at one point of every day. And on the 11 th day, Friday.

Ceia: I kinda missed that special massage to gave me when we started this deal. So for this last day, why don’t you pucker up, and start giving my feet some kiss-massage. You have and hour to continue to change my mind (again, she just laughed to my face)

*Stupid and desperate. And I suppose I really like doing it too. I complied*
After and hour went by. She gave her answer.

Ceia: I guess that’s enough. You can put my socks and shoes on my feet back
(for the first time since we made the deal, she ordered my to do that)

Ceia: I really enjoy all them hours of foot rubs, moreso tonight. I really love that kiss-massage you give (laughs) but! The answer’s still no. I’m sorry, just not my thing. Walang samaan ng loob ah (no hard feelings)
 
And she got up, and went for the door. Living me on my knees, with my foot scented mouth, crushed! I wanted to reach second base, we’ll that just dropped me to second basement. I never thought you had that in you Ceia. Never thought you had the power to use me and my mouth to pleasure them feet of yours.
CHAPTETR 3:
Nothing much has happed since the semester ended. Nothing much since Ceia crushed my homecoming desires. Maybe I’m simply out of my league or something. Nonetheless, I moved on. Sports season has returned. Gotta keep myself busy.

Much to my surprise as the season started, Ceia again showed up. This time, on a varsity uniform, with the track team. I didn’t knew about it, never have imagined it. I’d be running as teammates with the girl who dumped and crushed me at her feet.

The first several we’re casual, she gave me a hi every now and then, but it never was the same. Hard to imagine hanging and chilling, with the gal who had you use your lips to pamper her feet for nothing. Hard to be cool with the someone who kindof dumped you. Anyways, I’m focused to win the gold. I’m gonna run. This is my season!

However, during one practice. As I head from a the ocker room to the tracks, I caught a sudden glimpse of the girls locker, and before me was Ceia’s we’ll worn sneakers from last semester. I didn’t quite know that she changes shoes every before and after track practice. And my, I lusted to give them a sniff. *could this be? Im being pulled and drawn for the scent of the feet that crushed me*

Looked to the left and to the right, and found myself sneaking in. checked a bit if there anyone inside, the grabbed a shoe to give them a whiff. And my, was it divine. Thus a sniff the hell of them pair, and took the insoles and licked them through. I think I found what would be a new routine. And I pulled it of everyday for about a week or two. Til one day. As I entered the locker seeing her sneakers with her socks, I rushed and dropped on my knees kissing them as I sniffed. I am going berserk, her smell of her feet has really turned me on. Then all of a sudden I click, and saw a flash. I turned and behind me was Ceia, phone in hand, wearing her track uniform, with a black expression on her face.

*dropping them shoes, I tried to explain myself*

Me: it’s not what it looks like… this isn’t how it is. (stammering)

*she walked to me, as i knelt, jaw dropped not knowing what to do*

Then she grabbed her socks, held my face, stuffed her both socks in my mouth, and walked out of the lockers, not saying a word.

Practice then went by, and I’m so tensed. I was just caught red handed, and had day worn socks stuffed in my mouth. I really do not know where this is going.
I then went to the boys locker room, opened my locker and was shocked to see what is inside. It was two pairs of socks and a note which reads.

() a pair of socks I used for today’s track practice
() a pair of socks shoved in your mouth
Have it washed and dried by tomorrow and meet my dorm room by 5:00pm.                                                               
You thank me tomorrow –Your once “friend”, Ceia

Almost shaking, I cant help but wonder what tomorrow brings.
 
Very cool story, my Friend. I like your writing style and could really imagine that it was me (as I would probably acted the same).
I would love to read the next chapters!
Eagerly waiting for next chapter .....


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