Girlfriends Foot Slave

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Girlfriends Foot Slave
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Things weren't going well for you. You'd just lost your job, and on the same day, been evicted from your apartment. You were helpless, on your own without any help in the world. What you were left with was no money, and no where to go. No where to go, that is, except maybe back to your ex. The thought put a lump in your throat. Your ex girlfriend, Ruby, was a controlling, dominant girl in her early 20's. When you were together, she always found a way of being the one of in charge, and bossing you around. You'd broken up with her because of that, but now, it didn't seem like you had many options besides going back and seeing if she'd let you stay with her. You took the bus to her college campus, and went up to her dorm. Ruby had curly brown hair that faded into blonde halfway down, her nails were painted orange, and she wore orange converse. When she opened the door, her first expression was surprise, but then she crossed her arms and grinned. You started to explain that you didn't have anywhere to go, but Ruby interrupted you, and said, "So, Y/N, now that you're helpless and alone, without a friend in the world, you come crawling back on your hands and knees, to me?" "I-..." you started to say, but stopped abruptly and looked down. Ruby gently lifted your chin with her pointer finger, so that your eyes met hers. "Maybe...if you beg," she said. Your first reaction was to leave right then, but you thought about the possibility of living on the street, and thinking about your options, you mumbled out, "please, Ruby, please let me stay with you." Ruby laughed. "Oh come ON Y/N, that was pitiful," she said, and put her hand on your head, pressing down slightly so you bent down until you were on your knees. You immediately felt embarrassed, being outside, and you looked around to make sure nobody was watching. Ruby pulled you back to face her, looking sternly down at you, and then saying with a smile, "beg." You started to grovel and beg at Ruby's feet. "Please, Ruby, I'm sorry, let me stay with you, please," you said, bowing your head and pleading. "Hmmph," she said, "perhaps I'll consider it...if," and she raised her foot, resting it on her feel. "Kiss the bottom of my shoe," she said, grinning. Trembling, you stared up from the ground at the dominant Ruby, grinning and holding her foot over you, like some kind of sadistic medieval queen. You had no choice. You leaned in, holding on to her foot, and kissed the bottom of her shoe, over and over, pitifully. You looked up at her pathetically from under her foot, and said, "please...may I stay?" Ruby crossed her arms, and looked up and off to the side as if she was thinking about it. At last, she looked back down at your pathetic form and said "alright...but there will be some conditions," and walked back into the house. You stood up and followed her in. "First," she said, "is that at meals, you won't eat at the table." Ruby took a dog bowl out of a cabinet, and wrote your name on it. "You'll eat out of this, as is fitting for someone as stupid, and subservient as you," she said. You were getting more and more nervous about this. "Second, you do as I say without question. Third, you'll have to wear this," and she put a dog collar with a leash around your neck. You felt helpless, and unsure what to do. "But...I..." you stammered, afraid. "Can't find the words? That's why all you're fit to be is my pet. You aren't smart enough to be anything else, and you know that. You'll be my cowering little slave, and I'll take care of you," said Ruby. Before you had a chance to respond, she yanked your leash, pulling you behind her in to the kitchen, where she filled your dog bowl up with raisins and nuts. Giggling, Ruby yanked your chain downwards, forcing you on to your hands and knees at the bowl. "Go on, eat what your master gives you, my pet," she said, and she lifted her foot, putting it on top of your head and pushing down so your face was shoved into the bowl. She held her foot there, lording over you in total and complete control, treating you truly like a slave. You could feel the sole of Ruby's shoe on your head, and you submissively began to eat, until the bowl was nearly empty. "Awwww, good boy!" she said, taking her foot off. Ruby dragged you by your leash, on your hands and knees, to the couch. She sat down, and crossed her feet on top of your back, using you as a foot stool. "Ahhhh, it's nice to relax and put my feet up after a long day. Y/N, just stay there and be my foot stool," she said, and turned on the TV. She stayed like that for almost an hour, all while you were on your hands and knees, keeping your back straight and not moving, accepting the fact that you were degraded to no more than something for Ruby to rest her feet on. You soon heard her gently snoring, and took a risk by taking Ruby's feet off of you, very slowly and gently to avoid waking her. You looked out the window, wondering if you'd made the right choice. But you knew, in a strange way, that Ruby would take care of you. You began to think about your place as being her pet, and started to accept it. Giving in to this notion, you got a blanket, a curled up at Ruby's feet, like a dog would to it's master. You awoke, your eyes level to Ruby's bare feet, her nails painted light blue. "Did you sleep well, curled up and groveling at my feet like a good foot bitch?" Ruby said, grinning down at you. You yawned, but before you could finish, she put the sole of her foot over your mouth. "Lick the bottom of my foot, while you rub the other," said Ruby. You almost didn't realize it, but you were starting to get turned on. You licked, pitifully and submissively, all over the sole of Ruby's foot, and rubbed and massaged her other all the time. You could feel your heart racing, and your whole body heating up. You started to think that you liked being an obedient foot pet. On and on you licked, surrendering all self respect and being degraded entirely below Ruby, who you'd by now accepted as your master. "That's enough," she said, taking away her feet, and putting on shoes and socks, and a pair of jean shorts. "Come, we're going for a walk, Y/N. I want to show everyone on campus my new pet." Outside, Ruby lead you around the concrete paths of the college campus, pulling you behind her by your collar and leash. She wore an air of pride, and posh superiority as she paraded her supremacy over you around. You two drew many stares, but you almost didn't mind. You were proud to be seen as Ruby's pet. She stopped at a park bench, sat down and pointed to the ground, immediately prompting you to obediently kneel before her. Ruby crossed her legs, and stretched out her foot towards you, grinning. You held her foot in your hand, and started to kiss and lick the bottom of her shoe, in a degrading act of public humiliation. There you were, in public, licking and kissing the soles of your master, groveling pitifully, and she had never even told you what to do. You'd truly become nothing but an obedient, groveling little foot slave. And kneeling there, licking the shoes of Ruby, you felt ready to orgasm. You'd made the right choice.

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I usually like my stories to
be 3 full parts with a clear beginning, middle and end chapter, but I’d just
like to share a non-fictional story before I either start up a new one or
finally finish Foot Slave on Holiday. I’ll keep it to 2 full parts.


So this story takes place quite
a few years back whilst I was with my ex-girlfriend. We broke up for various reasons,
but during this period, things were superb. I was eventually open to her about
my foot fetish (which she welcomed with open arms, so don’t be afraid to do the
same with your partner as it could really work well!) but this short memoir is
just a little before that era.


Part 1
Her name is Isabella, or as I
called her Issy. Issy is petite, and extremely beautiful. She was one to change
her hair often, but at this point in time she had long blonde hair fit for a
Goddess. She is a natural beauty, so didn’t wear a lot of makeup. Matched with
her small frame is her small, size 3 (UK) feet. And how I loved her feet! She
has perfectly sculpted arches and perfectly shaped toes, and the softest soles
I’ve been lucky enough to touch (and eventually taste!). I wouldn’t describe
her like the Barbie doll that some girls are in these stories here on the pad;
if I had to choose one word to describe her, it would be “real”.


We had been together a couple
of years by this point. We made it a thing to make sure we go on holiday
together at least twice a year, even if it were a small one. We decided on a
trip to Spain as it’s nice and cheap and has everything we wanted – sun, sea
and sand.


Anyway, enough of the
backstory – going to keep this one short so I’ll get straight to the point.


Issy and I woke up one
morning in our hotel room, as loved up as any couple on holiday. We had been in
Spain for a few days now, so it had really sunk in that this was our time
together away from the world. We stayed in bed for a couple of hours, kissing
and cuddling and everything else you can imagine from a cheesy movie. As she lay
on my chest, I started to feel horny; when I feel horny, it could be a number
of things. I could want to satisfy my fetishes be it feet-related,
slave-related, humiliation-related, or simply sex-related. This time, I had the
urge to serve my girlfriend and worship her like the Goddess I saw her as, and take
the role as her loyal slave.


As mentioned above, she was
not familiar with these fetishes yet so in order for me to satisfy these urges
I’d have to work them into different scenarios that played in my favour. The foot
fetish urge was easy – she LOVED a foot massage and any attention paid to her
feet. The first time I gave her a foot massage was at her suggestion, and all
of you know that that is a HUGE bonus. To satisfy my craving for her feet, I
could always give a little “if we do what I want, I may give you a foot massage”
with a wink and she’d jump at it. Of course, she had no idea I loved giving
these foot rubs more than she liked receiving them! To satisfy any
slave-related urges, I came up with a little ‘gimmick’ that we had as a couple.
I don’t remember the exact game, but we had a bet on and I told her that should
I lose, then I would obey any command she gave so long as she clicked her
fingers. This kept it fun for her too rather than creepy, and was a great way
to get her used to these ideas. Of course when I lost the bet, regular patterns
started such as us both arriving home (either hers or mine), her lying down and
cheekily ordering “foot massage!” with a click of her fingers. This extended
out to other tasks every now and then when she was feeling playful, such as
dressing her and putting on her socks and shoes and anything else. It truly was
wonderful to be a slave to my girlfriend at HER will!


So, in order to satisfy my
urge to serve her today, I got straight to the point and outright told her that
that’s what I wanted to do! I rolled over so that now I was on top of her and
kissed her lips softly. I looked into her eyes, smiling, and told her,


“Do you know what I want to
do today?”


She smiled back at me and
gave me a kiss back, and asked “what do you want to do today?”


I replied, “I want to treat
you like a Goddess. I want to take the time today to show you how much I
appreciate being with you. You’re special to me, and I never want to lose you.
Let me show you how I feel about you today” and I gave her another kiss.


The look in her eyes told me
that I had said all the right things, and I knew she felt the same way about me
too. What I told her wasn’t a lie – sure, I would use this opportunity to satisfy
these special urges that we all get! But it was the truth too, I really did
care for her and I would show it to her in any way I could. This was a win/win
situation for us! She looked at me as if prompting me to carry on, to explain
what I meant.


“Today, how about we go to
the beach and relax again. It’s such a sunny day! However, while you relax on a
beach lounge chair taking in the rays, allow me to pamper you. You can just lie
down comfortably, and I’ll softly massage the sun tan lotion all over your body”.


Smiling throughout, I gave
her another kiss and she responded with a giggle, still listening to my
suggestion.


“Then, once you’re all
protected and ready to take in the sun, I shall kneel at your feet before the
lounge chair and give you a nice, long foot massage which I know you love so
so much!”


At these words, her eyes
widened and face brightened, knowing this was going to be “her” day today. She
jumped up and hugged and kissed me, and we played around in the bed for a
little while.


“You’re amazing! I’m so lucky
to have you,” she voiced before another kiss, “what did I do to deserve such a
perfect boyfriend”.


“You didn’t have to do
anything except be Issy! Today is all about you, there’s nothing I won’t do for
you today. By the end of today, I promise you, you’ll feel on top of the world!”


After a couple more minutes
of excitement, she decided that her pampering would start immediately. Taking
on the role of the Goddess, she sat up onto the edge of the bed and commanded
playfully but in character,


“Go and fetch my slippers,
peasant!” with a click of her fingers. This sent my mind into a frenzy. If only
she knew! I hopped out of bed and fetched her slippers. As I approached to give
them to her, she did not lift a hand. Instead, she ever so slightly raised her
feet. My heart skipped a beat at the thought, and I immediately knelt before
her, holding a foot in one hand and carefully put on her slipper with the
other. She then lowered the foot and raised her other so that I could repeat.
Once I had put both slippers on for her, I looked up to see her looking down at
me beaming with joy, and it was that sight which I lived for. She was so happy,
and so was I because of it.


Still playing her role, her
next words sent me over the moon:


“Good boy, now, kiss your
Goddess’s feet!”


Now I know when people tell stories on here and label
it non-fiction, sometimes there is a clear “no way did this actually happen”
thought in your head. I can assure you, this is all real. It may not be word
for word, but nothing was added for effect – it is exactly how this day played
out. Just remember that I had been with Issy for just over 2 years by this
point, and we were extremely comfortable with each other. And in this
particular scenario, it was simply playful to her. She didn’t have a dominating
personality like girls in our stories; she is just a normal girl who was in
love, and played the character she was given by me earlier.


Anyway, back to the story!
Kissing her feet wasn’t new for me. As mentioned earlier, she enjoys any
attention to her feet. In the past, we could be lying on the sofa on each end,
her feet up on my chest. We would be talking and I’d be massaging her feet
(obviously), and she might playfully wave her other foot near my face which I’d
make small effort to move, and just end up kissing her foot and moving on to
massaging that one. She eventually grew accustomed to having her soles kissed
during massages which I had no problem with.


So, as I knelt before her and
she told me to kiss her feet, I gave her a half surprised, half ‘I’ll get you
back for this’ kind of face and kissed the exposed part of the top of her foot.
I looked back up at her and she raised her eyebrows, and ordered “and the other
one!” I quickly got back down and kissed her other foot in the same way.


She laughed out loud as she
saw me shaking my head and laughing, and said to me,


“Well you did say I was a
Goddess for the day! Careful what you wish for!”


Little did she know I knew
full well what I had wished for, she was just playing the role better than I
had expected! I was loving every moment.


After
I had put her slippers on, she got up to the bathroom and had a wash. While she
was in there, I took the time to quickly get this all off my chest in the only
way I knew how – masturbation. I started to quickly relieve myself playing the
scene over and over again in my head. I was stopped short before I could finish
as I heard her coming back out the bathroom, feeling very frustrated as I was
near climax! She came out and I was as horny as ever, not thinking straight at
all. All I wanted to do there and then was to devote my life to being her
slave, bowing before her, giving my life to her with total submission and
obedience. It took strong will to stop myself from spilling the beans right
there and telling her everything I was thinking which would inevitably come out
looking crazy and obsessive with the way my thought process was at the time. I
eventually calmed down as we got ready, and we started to head off after she
casually stated “you will carry my bag” as she pointed to it on the table and
walked out the door. I cannot stress to you how much I was loving this day
already! And I could bet anything at the time that she was too, and it was only
going to get better.
Part 2
We got to the beach, and
found it was very busy. After all, it was a very sunny day. My heart started to
beat a little faster as I realised I would be serving my girlfriend very
publicly. I mean I knew that people would be there, but now that we were here,
it just got a little scary! The lounge chairs were available for a small price.
There were a few girls using the lounge chairs already, however they had giant
umbrellas up keeping the chairs in the shade. I had asked the gentleman in
charge if we could take one of the chairs slightly over so we could get the
sun, which he had no issue. I paid for one, and he asked about a second chair
which he thought would be for me. Issy answered that for him:


“Oh, he won’t be needing
one,” she answered. She looked at me and demanded “Come on,” as she clicked her
fingers and walked away to an empty spot. I looked at the guy and he just
laughed curiously. I felt red of embarrassment as she had openly treated me
like a slave in front of other people! At the same time, it was driving me wild
knowing it was happening. A very interesting mix, as it is of course a huge
fantasy of mine to be publicly humiliated, but you never think it would
actually happen in practice! I grabbed the lounge chair and dragged it over to
where Issy was standing. I positioned it so that she would get the best angle
towards the sun. I put her bag down and also took my own bag off my shoulder
which had a towel in. She just stood there looking at me with her arms crossed,
waiting. I immediately realised, she didn’t plan to do ANYTHING herself! I was
in heaven! I quickly took the towel out of my bag and placed it over the lounge
chair. She hopped on, and got herself comfortable.


“Lotion.” – was all she said.
She really was in character, and we were both thriving off it.



I replied, “Yes, Goddess
Issy” for added effect, and she opened her eyes wide in
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