Nylons Slave

Nylons Slave
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Hey everybody. If you've read some of my stories you know I don't waste any time getting right into it. I set things up and explain the situation briefly and then I get right to the stuff everyone here wants to read. I do enjoy the stories on here and there's nothing wrong if the setups are longer or people use more detail. But this is how I prefer to do it.
Anyway this is the first part of a new story. Just a warning that this story will involve some extreme humiliation and it may not be for everyone. And like most of my stories involving male characters this story will also include forced feminization/cross dressing so if that's not your thing you may want to stop reading now.

Circumstances forced me to eventually move in with my Aunt Stephanie and my cousins Kristen and Lauren. I was 18 and just graduated high school. My aunt hired me at the restaurant she owned. The manager was a woman about my aunts age named Michelle. I usually worked nights so that meant closing up with Michelle.

Michelle was an attractive woman with brown hair and smooth legs. She had a thing for wearing heels and skirts and usually nylon stockings. I used to catch her dipping her feet in and out of them and I couldn't help but stare. I had a foot fetish since I was a kid and I didn't even know why. I just found them to be attractive. I never did anything about it or told anyone. I kept it to myself.

But one night I was closing up and Michelle was in the office. She took off her heels and stretched out.
"Oh my feet are killing me!" she said. "I could really use a massage or a foot bath."
"I'll massage them for you." I said it without thinking and was instantly embarassed. I thought she probably assumed I was a freak or a creep. But she smiled and said "okay that sounds great to me. I could really use it."

She sat and did paperwork while I got on my knees and rubbed her aching soles. Her moans of pleasure told me I was doing a good job. "Oh yes. That's perfect. Thank you so much for doing this. You're very good at it."

When it was over she asked if I would do it again for her. I said yes and the next night we worked together I was back on my knees rubbing and massaging her tired feet. Her stockings had their own smell due to the nylon material and wearing heels for hours didn't let her feet breathe too well. So the combination of nylon and sweat made a very strong smell but I didn't comment or complain about it. I asked her not to tell my aunt and she agreed.

Over the course of a few months we built a relationship where she practically expected me to massage her feet after work for her and I did it no questions or complaints. She seemed to notice how much I enjoyed rubbing her feet and eventually asked if I had a foot fetish.

I turned bright red and started stuttering and mumbling. She laughed and said "you do don't you! Aw that's so cute! Adam has a foot fetish!"
I begged her again not to tell anyone and she agreed so long as I kept massaging her feet for her.

Months later I was massging her feet for her and she said "my feet are a little cold. Warm them up with a kiss for me." I couldn't believe my ears. But I kissed her foot once and she giggled. I kissed them again. Every time I kissed them she would wiggle her toes. I kissed her feet for 15 minutes. Then I got bold and decided to lick her sole once. She giggled and said "that tickles."
I continued kissing her feet while she wiggled her toes and giggled. "Why don't you suck on my toes a little too?" she said.
I took her big toe in my mouth and sucked the sweat right out of her nylons. "Oh that feels so good. Hey Kristen, Lauren, did you get all of that?"
"Oh yeah" my cousins said and I turned to see them standing in the doorway. They were recording the entire time with their phones. "Wait until mom hears about this. She's going to have you put away you little freak."

Michelle set me up and now my cousins had proof of what a weirdo I was. They showed my aunt when they got home and she wasn't surprised. "I always knew my nephew was a little creep. Now we have confirmation."

I was afraid she was going to kick me out of the house. My parents were deceased and they didn't leave me any money so I would have been out on the streets. I didn't have any other family or friends I could stay with. So it was Aunt Stephanie's house or no house. I begged her not to and I apologized for my own fetish like I was some pathetic freak who had done the worst thing in the world.

I was very weak for a guy and easy to push around especially when I had something to lose. So I was willing to do anything to stay in her house. And she knew that and used it to her advantage.
"Okay Adam if you're going to live here you will do everything for us. You will take care of the house and do all our chores. You will cook and clean and you will do everything I tell you without arguing or asking. And you will do anything my daughters tell you as well. Think of yourself as a servent with no rights or freedom. Actually just think of yourself as a slave because that's exactly what you're going to be Adam."

I agreed without even thinking twice. "Good slave. We will also indulge your fetish but not for your pleasure, for ours. You will massage our feet when we ask. You will paint our nails for us and do our manicures and pedicures so we can save money at the salon. And if we ask you to do anything else you will do it too."

"What about work?"
"This is your job from now on. Your paycheck and reward is having a roof over your head and food in your stomach and of course the pleasure of serving us. My daughters and I can be quite demanding. Now get to work slave."

I spent the first week doing everything for them. I cooked. I cleaned. I did their laundry and made their beds. I cleaned the house and washed their cars for them. And they took full advantage of the foot massages. I had to massage their feet at least once a day, sometimes two or three times if they wanted. I painted their nails and did their manicures and pedicures. I even clipped their toenails and fingernails for them.

I felt myself getting weaker and weaker as the days passed. I was growing into the role of the slave and I granted every request they made. I even found myself thanking them for making me do their chores or massaging their feet.

After the first week my cousins had a surprise for me. "It's time to play dress up" Lauren said.
"Dress up?"
"Yup. You're going to wear our old clothes."
"The hell I am."
"Then we'll tell our mom you disobeyed us and she'll kick your worthless ass out. And then we'll tell everyone what a loser and a creep you really are. We'll destroy you."
My cousins didn't like me. In fact they hated me. I never understood why but my aunt never really taught them to have respect. They usually walked around like they owned everything. They really believed that they were better than everyone else including their pathetic little cousin. So I knew they were not bluffing. They would destroy me and they'd probably enjoy every second of it.

First they made me go in the bathroom and shave my body. I shaved my arms, legs, and my chest. Then they gave me some lotion to put on so my skin wouldn't dry out. Then they introduced me to my new clothes.

They gave me a lace bra and panties. I stuffed the bra with padding they gave me. Then a black dress and black pantyhose with reinforced toe.
"What a cute girl he makes" Lauren said.
"Yeah we just need to do his make up now" Kristen said.

They sat me down and put makeup and lipstick on me. Then a blond wig. I was so embarassed and humiliated. They laughed and took more pictures and video with their phones. More blackmail material.
"Aw what's wrong Adam?" Kristen said. "You miss Michelle? Don't worry you'll see her soon."

My cousins made me do my chores dressed up as a girl. My aunt got home from work and saw me scrubbing the floors.
"You look ridiculous" my aunt said.
"Oh I agree" Kristen said. "But we're in charge not him. So I say we make him dress up like this all the time. What's he going to do about it? He has to obey us. And every time he looks in the mirror or looks down at his clothes he'll know that we own him. We can do whatever we want to him."
"I like it" aunt Steph said. "But we'll have to take him shopping and get him some real clothes that fit. We'll take him tomorrow. I know a place."

I will continue this as soon as possible. I'm back in school so it may take a little while.
As always, great story concept. I've enjoyed all of your stories, and this one is no exception.
Feet dreams are made of stink...who are we to disagree?
Thank you! And I love your teacher's pet story. I can't wait to see where it goes. You've done an excellent job building it up so far.
I am glad to know you are enjoying my story, as it has the opposite buildup to yours (mine was gradual over a number of chapters, yours jumps right into the action). The nice thing is that you can appreciate my method and I definitely can appreciate yours. For me, as long as the story is engaging then I will like it. And yours have always been engaging to me. Keep up the great work! :-)
Feet dreams are made of stink...who are we to disagree?
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