Mistress Slave Girls Boots Worship

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Mistress Slave Girls Boots Worship
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From Friend to Footslave - Part 9 Exactly as planned, Rebecca and I went to a small city at the baltic sea for our holidays, three days in total. I could bore you with the dull details now - How we packed our bags and barely made it to the train in time, only to make ourselves comfortable in an isolated part of the wagon, followed by an inevitable order from my cunning mistress. “It’s been a while since you worshipped your beloved, bloody red boots of mine, so how about it, slave? Right now my feet are steaming from our running, so you should have a good time sniffing every bit of sweat out of them…” Rebecca whispered grinning while lifting her right leg high enough to playfully touch my chin with it. I got nervous anybody would see us like that, but I couldn’t let it show on my face, or I would be punished. “Gladly, mistress, but… right here?” I gave my best to sound casually, but who in the world was I kidding? Rebecca didn’t answer, instead her lips curled up in a powerful smirk, she had the power to humiliate me right now, and she knew it. I could see the struggle in her green-gray-eyes - Her exceptional sadism telling her to break me down completely instantly and making me her plaything vs. her friendly, empathetic restraint. Eventually she said in no particular quiet voice “Don’t worry, I don’t feel like making such a fool out of you just yet, Tom. There you go”, she moved her foot away from my head and slipped out of her boots blithely. Her red, grayish socks came in sight, and I felt the urge to instantly shower them with kisses. Instead, Rebecca pushed her boots towards me. “Take them to the toilet, lock yourself in there and bury your face inside them the whole, two hours of our travel. Don’t disappoint me, okay?” Her honeysweet voice allowed no hesitation, and so I didn’t show her any. I could further tell you how strongly her boots reeked, and that I loved every second of sniffing inside them. Or maybe you’re interested in the curious looks Rebecca said she got multiple times for sitting in a train alone without shoes. Or how we arrived in our hotel, lived ourselves in and enjoyed the beaming sun. But the truth is, all of that doesn’t matter too much. So let’s skip to the day both Rebecca and I were waiting for so eagerly, our second day in the city Greifswald, the day I would openly and shamelessly show my absolute adoration for my mistress. Rebecca didn’t let me worship her feet the entire day prior to make it more exciting for the both of us as she said, and she had already toured through half of the city yesterday to find a good spot for our worship-session while I unpacked our stuff in the hotel room. It was around midday when she gave the command to move out, and we went on our way, strangely relaxed considering how nervous we were… or how nervous I was, to say the least. We were right in the middle of a busy, crowded and loud shopping-street when I knew this would be the place. The place Rebecca had chosen for maximal effect and attention. She really wanted to pull through with this. My friend sat down on a long bench in the pedestrian area, we were surrounded by dozens of people walking right and left, chatting casually, using the marvelous weather to enjoy some ice cream or just window shopping with their friends, and I took a moment to admire her outfit - It was 100 percent Rebecca, which meant it was careless, yet beautiful, disinterested, yet absolutely breathtaking. It was her natural charme. She wore her bloody red boots, a black miniskirt, a black t-shirt and her jeans jacket over it, her brown, curly hair was pinned up as always. She just sat there, leaning back on the bench, and supported herself with both of her arms, smiling at me patiently but expectly, until I sat down next to her. “So… here we are…” I mumbled stupidly. Here we are, really? I already had smarter lines to overcome awkward situations… but Rebecca didn’t seem to mind. “Here we are indeed, Sancho Panza…” she responded while looking around the street, observing nothing in particular. “Mh, maybe it’s just my lack of knowledge, but it would be new to me that Sancho Panza licked Don Quichottes feet…” Rebecca grinned widely and looked at me with an expression that wanted to scold me as much as it wanted to praise me, eventually she decided to just shake her head giggling. “We didn’t come here to have silly little word games and jokes, or did we?” Her tone became more serious, so I pulled myself together too. “No, we didn’t, mistress.” A few girls, probably around seventeen, sat down on the bench right next to us, Rebecca spared them not a single glance, but I could tell it only excited her more. She kept smiling at me viciously, and whispered “Ready whenever you are… foot slave.” That was my order. How I would start to worship my mistress was up to me, so I had to make the best out of it. Rebecca looked forward to this incredibly, and I couldn’t mess it up. I slowly grabbed her left leg, and pulled it up towards me, resting it on my lap. I moved my face towards her red boot, and placed a gentle kiss on top of it. Then I kissed it again, and again. I could hear the first giggles behind us, from the girls on the other bench, but they didn’t seem to be sure what was going on yet, since they whispered something excitedly to each other. I ignored them and started to untie Rebecca’s shoe laces with my teeth. I was excellent at it. I had more than a year to train it, after all, and by now it really DID look romantic and erotical, I elegantly untied them with my teeth, before taking the tip of her deep red boot into my mouth and pulling it of her foot. It grew silent behind us, but Rebecca smiled at me cheerfuly, so I concentrated on that smile. I dropped her boot to the ground and took care of the other. While I accidently looked around, I noticed the first odd looks, some people here and there paused in their shopping tour and looked at us irritated, but that was none of my concern. I was only a foot slave. After not even a minute I dropped my mistress’ second boot and had her red, slightly dirty socks in front of me. I paused for a moment and looked at her, waited for an order, and Rebecca, who laid herself down on the bench comfortably and rested her face on her left hand gave it to me, loud enough that the girls behind us definitely would hear. “Start by sucking my heels, foot slave. Do it Slowly. Gently.” “Yes, mistress.” I expected an hilarious laughter, instead there was silence behind us, aside from the deafening noise all the people on this street made. I carefully lifted Rebecca’s left foot in my hands and moved my face beneath it - I enclosed my lips around her heel and started to suck on it noisily. Her warm, soft socks were not overly drenched with sweat, but had a strong, sweet and sour note that clearly came from them being relatively new. Now the girls giggled, loudly, I could hear their miserable attempts at whispering “What the fuck?!”, “Is this some kind of weird fetish?!” and more of the sort, but even worse was that I couldn’t ignore the fact more and more people were standing around us, watching me sucking on Rebecca’s sock like an animal. She smiled. She enjoyed it, being worshipped openly, showing of her slave. So I was happy too, and smiled. I removed her foot from my mouth, thick lines of spit were following it when I started to suck on her second foot. I moved my tongue around her heel more passionately this time, and Rebecca smirkingly ordered “Smell my other foot while sucking.” pushing her red toes onto my nose, not even awaiting my answer. “Ho - ly - Fuck” came some young, male voice from somewhere around us, while some older woman made an “Ewwww”-sound. I barely noticed it anymore, I was completely dominated by Rebecca, who enjoyed her power to the fullest, her heel was filling my mouth and I was eagerly sucking and licking on it, while she pressed the toes of her other foot on my nose from above, wiggling and moving them around on my face playfully, humiliating me even more. I closed my lips around her sweaty, fussy heel again and again until she pulled it out and calmly ordered me to “stick my slave tongue out.” It was as unreal as it could get, more than a dozen people stood around us, whispering to each other, most of them clearly amused about our show. I sticked my tongue out and didn’t movie my head even an inch when my mistress glided her soles over it, moving her feet back and forth spreading the sweet sour taste and dirt of her socks on my tongue and in my entire mouth. The girls behind us made impressed sounds, I reflexively turned my head a bit towards them, to what Rebecca instantly moved her right foot behind my neck and her left one on my head, locking me between them. “Foot slave. You are my slave. My property. You are only here to worship my perfect feet, remember?” Rebecca smiled at me encouraging, in her ambivalent, sadistic manner. But it worked. I concentrated only on her, forgot my shame or every emotion aside from my obedience towards her. “Yes, mistress. I’m sorry, mistress.” “Don’t apologize. Make it up by worshipping me even better.” She gave me a slight kick against the forehead, released me from her foot-lock and gestured towards the ground in front of her. I immediately got down, kneeled before her feet and lowered my face to the ground. Rebecca used her chance and placed her foot on my head, sitting on the bench like a goddess which ruled her mere slave. “Now show some gratitude for your gracious mistress which lets you keep worshipping her wonderful feet despite your silliness, will you? And do it nice and loud so our kind viewers can hear every single word.” Her amused, warm and yet incredible cold voice were a tighter necklace than ever iron chain cold ever be. I had no free will right now. And still I wanted nothing more than to obey. Every other voice aside from Rebecca’s died. Everything aside from her and her feet disappeared. “Yes, mistress! Thank you so much for letting your low, worthless, dumb foot slave keep worshipping your divine feet! I will give my everything to please you.” I finished my statement by lifting my head slightly, slow enough for Rebecca to leave her foot on it, and kissed the toes of her other, red socked foot deeply, a kiss that lasted over ten seconds. Rebecca smirked audibly and caressed my hair a bit with her foot. “Very well, you may show what an excellent slave pet you are to everyone. Pull my socks of and lick every inch of my sweaty, smelly soles perfectly clean.” “Yes, mistress!” I got to work and freed her first foot of her steaming sock with my mouth, then the second. Her mesmerizing, peachy feet were gleaming from warm sweat in the sunlight, and I started to lick her left sole after I carefully took her foot in my hand. Her sweat was sweet and bitter as always, and without any word Rebecca again placed her other foot on my face, trapped my nose between her toes tightly while I licked her other foot so both of my senses would be filled with her feet. The smell was strong and wet, and remembered me on the leather-aroma of her boots, with a hint of… lemon. While I was eagerly and shamelessly licking her feet, Rebecca had also ignored the crowd of curious onlookers that gathered around the neches by now, the three girls of the other bench stood up and moved over to my mistress. “Uhm, excuse us…” One blonde girl that had to be one or two years younger than Rebecca spoke to her shyly. “Yeah?” she responded chilled and carefree, smiling from ear to ear. I knew it, because I knew her long enough to hear it. “Are you both… some kind of fetish couple?” “Hmm… I guess you could say that.” my mistress answered while moving her toes around in my mouth, playing with my tongue and caressing the inner sides of my cheeks. “So that’s your boyfriend!” another girl concluded. I was tense about what Rebecca would answer. We pretended to be a couple, but… “Goodness, no! He’s just my low, worthless foot slave and pet.” Rebecca giggled amused. It stinged in my chest a bit, but I knew she didn’t mean it. The girls giggled in a silly manner, and watched how eagerly I sucked between every one of Rebecca’s saliva-gleaming toes. “May we… film both of you for a bit? We never saw anything like that before, and… you look pretty badass!” One of the younger girls obviously looked up to Rebecca, who enslaved a man clearly visible older than her under her feet, probably all of them did. I panicked for a moment about what she would answer, but Rebecca stayed cool as always. “... fine, it’s alright. But make sure neither my or the face of my pet is visible in the recording later. That’s my only condition, and it would be awesome if you could stick to it. Okay?” “Sure!!” The girls agreed and hastily started, as I assumed, recording us. I got more nervous by the minute, and hoped they would really listen to what Rebecca said. But my malicious friend wasn’t done yet. “All of you others too…” she said loudly in the round of probably dozens of people who gathered around us, “you may film this pathetic slave pet as much as you want, but please don’t record our faces, or at least censor it later. If I find any recording of our faces online, you’ll be the next who kneels before me!” Rebecca said with a semi-serious tone, and her viewers laughed hearty. I could hear more than a dozen recording sounds, cameras were pointing at us from all directions, and I wasn’t sure Rebecca really knew what she did when she allowed that. But my smart mistress noticed how I felt while I licked her soles, and pointed my face up to her with her foot, looking me deep into my eyes with that unnatural smile of hers. “Don’t worry, slave… I take responsibility for everything, alright? Everything you have to worry about is worshipping my feet.” “Y-Yes, mistress!” I answered, I laid down before her on the ground and Rebecca placed both of her feet on my face, lowering her left toes in my mouth while her right foot played with my nose. It took all my strength and concentration to not get a boner through my pants, I couldn’t afford THAT shame. “You are freakin’ AWESOME!” some guy shouted from somewhere, while a young woman added “That’s how you treat men the right way!” Rebecca didn’t respond to any of that, instead I imagined she just smiled satisfied down on me, her property, that made her a goddess. After ten or so minutes, one girl of the crowd walked towards us and came to a halt right next to me to offer Rebecca her hand. “A pleasure. Name’s Natalie.” I could barely see enough through Rebecca’s feet to observe how my friend mused for a second over how to respond before she shaked the blue-haired girl’s hand and cocked her head curiously. “Nice to meet you, Natalie. I’m Rebecca. What can I do for you?” The punkish, pale-skinned girl that had to be around twenty, wore a lot of black piercings, black, short clothes and very, very long blue hair that made her look a bit like a mermaid. She smirked and pointed down towards me. “Foot fetishist, I guess?” “Exactly so.” Rebecca answered in a light tone. “So… since this dude isn’t your boyfriend, does he lick other feet too, or exclusively yours?” My ears grew red. I stopped sucking on Rebecca’s soles for a second, but she instantly noticed it and kicked me lightly, ordering me to continue. “Hmm… he didn’t really have the chance to so far. And aside from that, his mistresses beloved feet are the best in the world for him anyways, isn’t that right slave?” She kicked me again, and I answered loudly with “Yes, mistress!” to what some people laughed, the blue-haired girl though only kept smiling. “I’m sure they are. But if you don’t mind Rebecca, I would offer him to lick my feet too. I saw some of his sort online a few times, but never had the chance to meet one… it must ROCK to get your feet licked like that.” I couldn’t believe what I just heard. This girl was BOLD. She actually wanted me, a complete stranger who licked another girl’s feet, to worship hers too. Rebecca surely would deny it right on the- “Sure Natalie, go ahead! We’re in this city to have a bit of fun after all, and as long as my slave doesn’t forget who he belongs to…” Rebecca lifted her feet from my face and placed them besides me. She smiled down on me, looked me into my eyes, and silently signified me to obey her without a complaint. “I’m sure he won’t, my feet aren’t as pretty as yours, buuut… I already walked for quite a while today, so I’m sure they’re nice and stinky. But he doesn’t mind that, does he?” “Not at all!” Rebecca giggled and offered Natalie the place next to her on the bench. Natalie sat down and looked at me smiling, then she moved her black chucks towards me. “May I call you slave? Nice to meet you, foot boy. I hope you will enjoy my soaky feet.” I hesitated to move or respond, but when my eyes fell to Rebecca, she looked at me seriously and stringent, she would absolutely not tolerate any disobedience. Well, fuck it, I thought to myself. We already went that far, and the thought of worshipping another, beautiful girl’s feet for once excited me. I got up on all fours, lowered my head before the chucks of the girl and placed a kiss on them. “Yes, mistress. Thank you for letting me worship your feet, mistress.” The girl called Natalie answered “Sure, go ahead” and pulled off her own shoes with her feet. Her long, black and white striped socks came out, and she immediately and boldly pushed them into my face. I was hit with a wave of salty, grim stench of a whole different nature than Rebecca’s feet. The last one and a half year I got completely used to her taste, smell and form so that those filthy feet right now caught me by surprise. Natalie spared me no room to recover, she pushed her other socked foot into my mouth, as deep as she possibly could. “Yuuummy! Now be a good foot boy and lick my entire sock in your mouth like you want to swallow it!” She laughed, turning and twisting her foot in my mouth. I licked her sole and toes, the taste differed greatly from Rebecca’s , there was no sweetness at all, instead her socks tasted salty and grim, but were still delicious. “You’re not half bad at that!” Rebecca commented while looking at Natalie, and placed both of her naked feet on my head while Natalie’s were in my face. Now I truly was in heaven, four feet dominating me at once. “Thanks. I wouldn’t have imagined for that to be so much fun. I’m actually not into feet at all, you know…” Natalie grinned with her elegant, black lip piercing and stared down on me, removing her foot a bit from the depths of my mouth, only her toes remained. “Suck on them, suck on my toes like a cute, little baby, slave… those sweaty toes are only for your mouth.” I did as I was told and sucked every single one of her black toes individually like a baby, tried to suck every bit of sweat out of these socks, and Natalie’s pleased giggle told me she enjoyed it. She moved her toes quickly out and in my mouth like she was fucking me with her foot, and I couldn’t stop myself from producing vulgar noises, only topped by Rebecca’s appraising laughter and clapping. After that, Natalie removed her feet from my face, only to rub them through it roughly a second later. “Enjoy my dirty, racked sock-fabric as I rub every, filthy inch of it through your miserable slave-face… take deep breaths while I do that.” Since I couldn’t mo
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