Foot Slave Story

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Foot Slave Story
Hey, I'm a hobbyist author which writes non-sexual stories and articles since ten years and I started writing footfetish-stories anonymously around one year ago. I'm german so my english might still be awkward many times, but from my watchers on deviantart I hear it really got better over time.

Is linking allowed here? If not please just tell me so and I will post my chapters as full-length texts in here. Everything else important iswritten in the description of the chapters. Thank you very much for reading!

Chapters:
One - Two Breaths

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[+] Ch1 Telling this story isn’t easy, because for the most part it will sound like some sleazy piece of fetish-fiction a lonely, fat redneck wrote. Well, everything I will tell you now actually happened to me two years ago, as fictional and made up as it will sound. I’m only telling this story anonymously in the first place because I want to inspire other people with a secret foot fetish who can’t live it out - If a chance presents before you, take it. Don’t be too ashamed to tell it to someone, if you have a special someone.

Or in my case, don’t be afraid to risk something.

However, I should start with the summer two years ago, introducing myself. My name is Tom, I was then 21 years old and studied (and still do) Biology in my third semester in Berlin, Germany. To handle the costs as a poor student without financial help from his parents, I moved into a shared apartment at the beginning of my studies with three other young students, two girls and a guy. We all went along pretty well and even became friends to some decree, of interest for this story though is only Rebecca, with her nineteen years she was the baby in our group, cheerful, open-minded and always a dark, dirty joke on the lips. From the first moment I saw her I knew she somehow fascinated me. Not only her natural beauty, despite her young age and slender figure she was just as tall as me with her 5 feet, she always weared her long, darkbrown and silky hair up-pinned in a messy tail, with single hairs and wisps standing out and creating her inperfect beauty. The part of her that actually stood out to me though were her feet. When I was around fourteen I realized I have a strong footfetish, I understood why I always unconsciously stared at my female classmates shoes and feet when we had sport classes, I understood why I enjoyed to massage my ex-girlfriends feet so much. But since I hadn’t have a girlfriend for a while and was never brave enough to tell anyone about my fetish, I couldn’t live out in in any way. When I met Rebecca it didn’t take long for me to recognize how attracted I was to her feet. She always wore comfortable clothes, jeans or sweatpants with a nifty shirt, but the eye-catcher were her punky, black boots that didn’t fit the rest of her style at all, but were all the more mesmerizing. Since we spent a lot of time together, I had plenty of chances to glance at her socked feet when she was busy with something - Rebecca usually wore white ankle socks, often several days in succession as I soon noticed, and when she sat in her chair in our living room reading a book, she loved to let them dangle and play around with her dirtied, almost black toes. Sometimes when I sat next to her and tried desperately not to stare at her feet she wiggled her toes really brisk like she was trying to get my attention, but when I looked up I saw she only got to an exciting part of her book. Not to mention the situations where she was wearing no socks at all - she had big, slender feet with delicate, beautiful shaped toes, her soles seemed incredible smooth and she made a point of taking care of her toenails faithfully as one of the few things about her.

She was single, and so was I, but we both knew she wasn’t romantically interested in me, still we became more and more close friends. Day after day I fantasized about how much her feet must have been sweating in those boots, it was highsummer and always around 27 degrees outside, so her feet in her worn-out-socks in her punk-boots must been STEAMING. Sometimes when she came home from a lecture in the university she was too exhausted to go to her room and just let herself fall in her chair in the living room, peeling her boots off. The sweaty smell that spread inside the whole apartment in few moments was beyond stinky, it was outright nauseant. And while that got her many tongue-lashings from our two other roommates who were understandably disgusted, I instead had to always pretend to be appalled too, and leave for my room so Rebecca wouldn’t notice my nearly bursting pants. Rebecca was cool, she was carefree and did every dumb activity with you if it meant some fun, but we were only friends and there would have been no point in telling her of my fetish. So fantasies about her smelly, dirty feet were everything it would ever be for me. Until the four of us decided to play the good, old spin-the-bottle one evening in our shared living room. We had quite a lot of fun, and surely some of us were a bit drunk, most of the tasks were typical student-stuff like ‘Give her a kiss on the cheek’, ‘Take a shot’ and so on, nothing serious. While I didn’t really drink I didn’t mind those partygames either, every chance to be with Rebecca, and take a look at her feet on top of that, was welcome. This evening again she wore her technically white socks with rather dark soles from the cumulated sweat and dirt of three or four days. Nelly, the other girl that lived with us here, already gave her an angry lecture about her footsmell an hour ago, but all she got in response were Rebeccas steaming feet in her face, the brown-haired beauty teased Nelly with them giggling, and by now nobody didn’t really mind anymore. But Nelly obviously didn’t forget about it.
“So, let’s get a bit more serious…” she proclaimed with a sinister smile to the three of us.
“O-ho~” was Rebeccas smiling response. She was a sucker for serious. Ray, the fourth person living in this apartment, and I looked at each other and he asked, in a rather comical manner, “PLEASE EXPLAIN, MY QUEEN.”

Nelly suddenly stood up and posed like she was indeed the queen of some ancient fantasy-kingdom.
“So I shall, my loyal subjects!” she procclaimed, earning cheerful applause from Ray and Rebecca. And from me, since I didn’t want to be a buzzkill. Luckily Nelly sat back on the floor again and pointed at Rebeckas feet.
“They fucking stink, and we all know that.” Her tone was insulting and amused at the same moment, and Rebecca didn’t do more than smile provocative.
“So what, bitch? Wanna kiss them?”

“No, not quiet.” grinned Nelly who probably had drunk the most alcohol out of us in the last two hours. “But whoever the bottle points to gets to take a deep, big sniff from your soles directly on his nose, rhyme not intended.”

“Oh fuck, no…”, laughed Ray while scratching his hair furiously, “isn’t it bad enough we have to suffer from Beckys Lack of foot-hygiene every day when she comes home? Fuck you Nelly!” He threw some chips at nelly but she didn’t so much as laugh shrugging, seemingly content with her idea. Rebecca too only shrugged with a disinterested face and said “Okay. I expected something really thrilling, but okay. Whatever floats your boat, Nelly.”
We all had a good laugh. Well, expect for me, who just pretended to. This wasn’t good. The chance that I would have to smell Rebeccas totally worn-out, smelly socks in a few seconds was one to three, and while the thought of smelling the feet I was dreaming of nearly eight months by now was unimaginable exciting, the danger that anyone would notice I actually enjoyed it was far, far too big. And there would definitely happen something in my pants. But backing out now as the only person would only make me suspicious, so I had no chance but to pray. Nelly flipped the bottle, it spined, it spinned… and pointed to Rebecca. The relief that filled my entire body was tremendous. Nelly made a rash gesture towards Rebecca with her right hand and said “Go on. Just because they’re your feet doesn’t mean you don’t have to participate. Take at least on of them.” Rebecca rolled her eyes but didn’t really seem bothered. She put her left, socked foot on her nose and took a long, deep breath from it without hestitation. No second later did she pull away her foot with a disgusted face and coughed violently, accompanied from Rays and Nellys tearful laughter.
“For FUCKS sake”, sweared Rebecca, “I really have to change my socks more often.”

“THANK YOU!!” added Nelly. “But it was you, that doesn’t count, so let’s do it again.”

“Come OOON!” objected Ray while he threw his arms into the air, but as I knew my friend he was too lazy (and drunk) to say any more, and so Nelly ignored him. Rebecca chuckled and took the bottle.
“If you want to smell them that bad you have only to tell me, Nelly love. No problem at all.” I tried to ignore Rebeccas sweet voice as she said that, and Nelly only grinned, telling her to move the damn bottle. It was spinning. I prayed. Spinning. One to three. Spinning. The bottle pointed to me, and Nelly was clapping furiously while Ray just seemed to be happy it didn’t get him. Rebecca smiled at me apologetic and meant
“I will really, really change them more often Tom, I promise.” Nelly however didn’t want to wait any longer.
“Come on, you’re one of her best friends Tom, shouldn’t be too hard for you!”

“Yeah yeah, whatever…” I mumbled mustering all the strength I could. I would just sniff on it very quick, say it was fucking disgusting and that’s it. Nobody would notice anything, and I probably would still remember that moment for the next few years.
I crouched to Rebecca who was holding both of her darkened soles towards me, supporting her legs with her arms. She smiled a bit uncomfortably. Usually it didn’t really seem to trouble her when others noticed her feet from a distance, but she looked not so happy with her friend smelling them from close-up, after she herself did and learned how incredible stinky they were. I brought her big, warm feet close to my face and took a sniff. I could feel my body heating up in a splitsecond, it was unimaginable. I thought I had an idea about how bad her feet smelled when I always sat next to her, but holding them directly on your nose is something completely different. The sweaty, cheesy smell was really salty and bitter, but had a sweet note I knew I would never get enough from if I would have the chance. Her socks smelled like an old shoe rack of a footballteam, only ten times worse, or better, in my case.
To almost feel her warm, soft sockfabric on my face certainly didn’t help either. I took a second sniff. It was too wonderful to be true. It was true. Oh fuck. When I realized what I just did I jerked back from Rebeccas feet immediately and looked at the other two in panic - Ray and Nelly were laughing, the latter stated
“Yeah, that’s what I thought your reaction would be” and Ray added “If I would have been in your shoes I wouldn’t have stopped to hold my breath, mate. Respect you pulled through.”
At first I was irritated, but then I understood. They both thought I just pretended to smell Rebeccas feet, and misinterpreted my panic as a real sniff. Well, fair enough, they were both reasonably drunk, but this much luck COULDN’T exist… right?
I looked over to Rebecca, she just smiled shyly and probably had the same thoughts as the both laughing messes next to us. Obviously, that much luck did exist. I couldn’t believe I got away with that one, that could have ruined our whole apartmentlife together. I joined my friends laughing and forgot that Rebecca was the only one that felt my breathing at her soles.

Two - Socked Feet

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[+] Spoiler Ch.2Two days after the feet-incident happened something that changed my life completely. It was a steaming hot summerday again, 29 degrees, and the teachers just gave most of the classes the day off, since it was just too hot for anyone to concentrate inside the rooms. Most of the students, including Ray and Nelly, decided to do something outside, like going to the beach, I for my part prefered to be in my room with my ventilator, an icecold drink and a good book. Rebecca asked me if we could go home together since she also didn’t feel like going to the beach right now, and so we were alone in our apartment shortly after. While I didn’t suspect anything odd at the time, a few minutes after we went to our rooms it knocked on my door.

“Yepp?”

Rebecca held her beautiful face inside my room, her brown hair was bound in a messy tail again and she smiled mildly.
“Would you mind coming over to my room for a second?”

“Uhm… sure, no problem.”
I didn’t know what she was up to, probably wanted to show me a cool video on Youtube, or ask me about the solution of some homework she had, since I was two years older than her and generally tended to be a bit better in Biology. When I entered her room, it was chaotic as always, her clothes and underwear were laying around on the floor, everywhere were opened and still original-wrapped books, her PC was on and Rebecca sat cross-legged on her bed located at the opposite of the door. I sat down in the beanbag next to her bed and looked at her expectant.
“Soo… what’s up? Need some help with something?”

She smiled, it wasn’t her usual, charismatic smile, but the one she only weared when she was excited and really thrilled to find something out. It was a stunning smile, no question, and it fitted her creative nature perfectly, but I still was always a bit scared when I saw it, as everyone else around her.
“Actually Tom, there is a question that I have”, she opened her legs and let them dangle from the bed. She looked at me in a more serious manner then.
“And I want you to answer honestly, in honor of our friendship, understood?”

I was confused and looked in her grasgreen eyes for a few seconds, but eventually nodded in agreement. “Sure Becky, I don’t really have any interesting secrets, and I wouldn’t lie to you anyway.”

“That so? Then tell me, what do you think about my feet?”

It was like she rammed a hammer against my head. I couldn’t stop myself from flinching, and she noticed, which only made her smile even wider. So she did notice something the evening two days ago, I thought to myself. But no use in lamenting about that now, I had to save what I still could.
“... What do you mean, Becky? If you want me to remember you again to finally start changing your socks more often I will gladly do so.” I worked an amused undertone into my voice but it didn’t work, Rebeccas smile stayed.
“Would you really prefer that, though? Honestly?”

I didn’t know what to answer. I felt I started sweating, and not because of the heat but because I had no idea how much exactly my friend knew or suspected.
“Yepp, I mean… I have a nose too, right? After that stinky experience two days ag-”

She lifted both of her socked feet and pushed them right into my face. I wasn’t prepared for that so that I took a whole Sniff in. After that, all of my strength was gone. I wanted to flinch back or remove her feet with my hands, but her warm, sweat-soaked socks covered my entire face, and when I thought their smell two days ago was incredible strong, now I almost fainted because of how foul-smelling they were.
“They’re fresh from the boots’, Rebecca said with a more then amused voice, “needless to say they’re still the same socks I wore two days ago, making it eight days in total I’m wearing them now. Seems like it paid off though, hm?” Her gentle laugh finally snapped me out of it and I took my face away from her feet, stood up in panic and made two steps back from her. My voice was shaking.
“Becky, please… listen, I can explain-”

“Tom, relax!” she soothed me while leaning back on her bed relaxed.
“You don’t have to panic, really, just sit down and let us talk.”

I did as I was told and made a long face while sitting on the bean bag again, that much I knew, and when Rebecka lifted my chin up with her left foot, I shuddered back again.
“Tell me about it, Tom. I’m your friend, am I not? I won’t tell anyone, I promise.
Buuut... I want you to be honest with me, okay?”
Rebeca smiled, her voice was kind and casual as always, but I could also hear the seriousness in it. She wouldn’t tolerate me lying at this point, so I didn’t try, especially for the sake of our friendship. I told her about my foot fetish and how I discovered it as a teenager, and how I was attracted to her feet, socks and boots almost since we knew each other. I also made sure to assure her this had nothing to do with why I wanted to be friends with her and that I didn’t any more than fantasize about her feet, like touching myself. It was incredible embarassing, but my friend didn’t laugh or interrupt me once, so I didn’t feel like a freak. When I was done there was silence for a few moments, before she jumped down from her bed on the bean bag and sat in front of me, grinning at me excited.
“But then why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

“I… what…?”

“Come on, you know I’m always in for some kinky stuff, and we’re friends, so why not have some fun?”
I wasn’t sure she was serious or just fucking with me, so I just stared at her for a while before I spoke.
“I… I didn’t think it would be wise to tell my friend that I’m fantasizing about her feet, you know? It’s not something you should scream out into the world.”

“Maybe not”, she nodded, “but it’s okay to tell your friend if she’s cool. I’m cool, right?”
She gave me a clap on the shoulder and smiled. I smiled too.
“Yepp, cool at the very least.”

“I’m not romantically interested in you, and I don’t know if you’re interested in me Tom, but if it’s okay for you to not make a romantical thing out of it I’m totally fine with us having some feet-fun.”
I couldn’t stop my jaw from dropping open for a moment. I stood up do make some room between us and looked at her irritated.
“You can’t be serious, right? I mean… that’s not funny, Rebecca.”

“Why can’t I? Do you think I’m naive enough to never have heard anything about foot-fetishism before?”

“No… but…”

“No buts, Tom! I hadn’t have the chance to meet a foot-fetishist in person so far, and now I learn one of my best friends is one, and likes my feet!” she giggled and looked at here black soles. “Since years I get a lecture from just about anyone about my stinky, disgusting feet. It would be a great feeling to have someone who appreciates them for a change.”

“.......... Really? You’re not joking? It is really okay for you? Not awkward?”
Rebecca sat herself back on her bed, and let her feet dangle playfully again while smiling like a little girl that just got a new toy.
“Definitely. I wouldn’t do something like that with a stranger, but since it’s you, why not? At the very least this will be interesting.”

I still hesitated. This was too perfect to be true. It was like a bad fetishmovie, only that this was my friend, and my apartment, and it was real. It was really happening. My fantasies were about to come true, and Rebecca was actually OKAY with it, no, she wanted it even. 
“This… won’t change our friendship?” I asked uncertain. Rebecca immediately shook her head, smiling soothingly.
“No, it won’t. If anything, it will strengthen it.”

“....... okay.” I smiled too. I couldn’t believe it. “What…. now?”

Rebecca tapped on the spot in front of her bed with her right foot.
“Get on your knees.” Her tone wasn’t too serious, but I decided to follow her every command in this, since it was her who made it possible in the first place. I kneeled before her, her legs were directly in front of my face. She lifted bo
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