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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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Chapter 8 - I Settle Into My Life As A Slave
The following week passed slowly. As she said, I was left on my chain, ignored by everybody, the entire week. I seriously wanted to get off my chain. I had spent hours examining every link of my chain. Every link was securely welded. I had carefully explored my collar, and the padlock, with my fingers. They were heavy steel, with no possible way to get them off. The chain was attached to a heavy steel ring, which was bolted into a huge stone block at the end of the wall, by the gate. There was no escape from the chain. They had made sure I could not escape!
I was left to spend the week totally naked, on my chain. I had at most one gate-opening to do each day, and I did them as efficiently as I could. I did not dare get another punishment. Most days I had absolutely nothing to do. I just waited, a slave, on my chain.
The next Sunday, I was taken back to the pillories again. This time I only had twenty strokes. When I say ’only’, I simply mean I didn’t get additional strokes. I was allowed one minute to masturbate, in full view of the ladies. Then I got twenty strokes from the black bitch with her leather strap. The twenty strokes were still absolute agony, and left me weeping with pain. But at least I didn’t get seventy, as one of the other poor slaves did.
As I stood locked in my pillory, listening to his screams and watching the ladies laughing as he was strapped, I resolved yet again to be a perfect slave! I would be content to live on my chain! I would be completely docile and respectful and obedient! I realized that the Ladies here had perfected a method of converting men into total slaves! They used good heavy chains and regular hard strappings! After experiencing the chain, and a good hard strapping in the pillory, none of us would ever intentionally be disobedient, ever again! We each knew we could not ever get off our chain! And we each knew the consequences of not being good! We had all been made into total slaves. Even me.
I think I spent almost three months on my chain by the gate. I lost track of the exact date, but it must have been about three months. I gradually grew very lean and fit. I did have extra strokes on two occasions, by being too slow with the gate. In my opinion, the two ladies who accused me of being slow, were unreasonable, but I had to accept the punishment. I was simply informed that I would get extra strokes. I was not asked to speak, so I had to accept in silence.
After three or four months, the summer was ending, and I was moved, escorted in tight shackles, to indoor barn work. In the barn, before my shackles were removed, I was padlocked into an even heavier collar, with an even heavier chain. My new chain was longer, about 30 feet long. Heavy thick steel links. There was no escape from this chain. The end of my chain ended in a thick steel ring that slid on a horizontal steel beam bolted to one wall of the barn. I could move along the entire barn on my chain, by sliding the ring along the beam. The steel beam did not extend to the door however, and my chain pulled me up just short of the door. The windows were set high in the wall, and were heavily barred.
My supervisor visited me in the Barn. She gestured to me, to stop work. I immediately ran and knelt before her, the closest to her that my chain would let me. I missed her! She had been strict, but decent. She had been kind to me. I respected her.
She stood before me. I knelt naked, chained, at her feet. I so wanted to touch her. But I dared not. She passed her hand though my hai
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