Pathetic Foot Slave

Pathetic Foot Slave
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The Foot Slave

Nervously my finger pressed the buzzer, within ten seconds the release

mechanism clicked and opened the door, I pushed it ajar and entered a dimly

lit hallway, a stair case lay in front of me, leading down to a single

ominous black door, I walked down and knocked,

"You may enter" was the quick curt reply.

Sheepishly I entered, and closed the door behind me.

The room was spacious and painted a matt black with a cold stone floor,

recess lights in the ceiling were dimmed to give a low glow of light, the

striking furnishings and the various chains and restraints which hung from

the wall gave no illusion that this was anything other than a dungeon.

Directly in front of me across the other side of the room was a large dark

wooden throne, sat on the throne with her legs crossed and her arms folded

was my new mistress. She was dressed in a shiny black PVC catsuit which

clung to her beautifully shaped physique, the PVC covered her entire body

leaving only revealing a tempting show of cleavage, her hands and of course

ending just above her ankles it revealed her beautiful feet. She was wearing

black stappy patent high heels, with the most exquisite feet I had ever

seen, they were perfectly shaped and extenuated by the high curve in the

shoe, her toenails were painted a deep red, a stunning contrast to the black

PVC. Adorning her right ankle was a silver ankle bracelet with a small key

attached, a key that unbeknownst to me at that time would be the key that

would hold me as her slave.

"Take off your clothes!"

I immediately took off my shirt, trousers and underwear and threw them in

the corner of the room, I immediately felt both embarrassed and humbled to

be standing naked in front of this powerful dominatrix.

"Get down on your knees and crawl to me"

I dropped to my knees and began to crawl on all fours, feeling the coldness

through the stone floor, when I got to within a meter of her throne she

looked down at me.

"That's enough, stop right there"

I felt so powerless, kneeling in front of this beautiful woman who was

controlling my every move and consuming my every thought.

Uncrossing her legs and stepping down off the throne and on to the floor she

walked over to the wall and unhooked a dog collar and a pair of wrist cuffs

with a short chain attached linking each cuff. As she came closer I could

see the inscription in bold letters on the collar, it read "SLAVE".

She walked slowly behind me and attached the thick leather collar around my

neck strapping it tight, then grabbing my arms and hoisting them up she put

the leather cuffs around each of my wrists, then she took out a small

padlock and hooked it around the hoop on the front of my new "SLAVE" collar,

then grabbing the chain between my bound wrists she clasped it midway to the

neck collar, thus restraining my arms from moving more than a few short

inches away from my face and most importantly ensuring I couldn't touch

myself and thus deny me any pleasure until that little key dangling from her

ankle unlocked the padlock, I knew it was going to be some time before that

privilege was bestowed upon me.

Then a leash of chain was attached to the back of my collar, the chain

rattled above my head as some of the cold links touched my back. Holding the

leash in one hand she walked slowly around me, putting her finger under my

chin to ensure I was staring at waist level, my head positioned upright my

eyes strained downwards trying to get a glimpse of her feet once more, as

she circled my naked body with her sexy high heels clicking loudly with each

slow teasing step.

"Now...Now you are my FOOTSLAVE, you will beg and grovel at my feet, you

will be mine to tease, torment and punish. Is that understood slave!!"

"Yes.Yes I understand"

"Yes MISTRESS!!"

"Yes Mistress, Sorry Mistress"

As I replied my head fell and my eyes caught sight of her beautiful feet

"Did I give you permission to look down at my feet? Did I slave!"

"No Mistress, sorry Mistress"

"Don't you dare look at my feet until I allow you to, is that understood

slave!"

"Yes Mistress, Sorry Mistress"

I was completely at her mercy.

"So slave, you have a foot fetish don't you, you love looking at women's

feet, always wanting to kiss, lick and worship them, you're such a pathetic

little footslave aren't you!"

"Yes Mistress, I am a pathetic foot slave."

"Well you're going to be my footslave now, you see where my black PVC

catsuit ends, well that is where you begin foot boy, you belong at my feet

you pathethic little slave "

With that she sat back up on the throne, dragging me towards her with the

leash.

"Lie on your back with your head below my feet slave"

"Yes Mistress, thank you mistress"

Immediately I lay under her as she crossed her legs and dangled her high

heel over my face.

"Kiss the soles of my shoes and remove them for me footslave"

Using my elbow angled myself and strained to kiss the black patent sole of

her shoes just as instructed, and then, with my hands still restricted I

unbuckled the high heel straps and gently slipped off her stiletto shoes,

revealing her beautiful soles resting just inches above my eyes and lips.

"Well, well, What a good obedient little foot slave you are, I think I might

give you a treat foot slave, I am going to allow you to lie below my

beautiful feet and you will be allowed to look at my soles, and my arches

and my toes. You're such a lucky little footboy aren't you!"

"Oh Yes Mistress, thank you mistress"

As I lay under her feet, lying naked on the cold floor with my cock standing

to full attention, I was truly mesmerized by her exquisite soft shapely

soles, I stared in awe at what lay before me, something that was so pleasing

to my loins but yet so unattainable.

"Now you are not allowed to lick my feet but I want you to stick your tongue

out so Mistress can tease you, you will always have your tongue ready to

serve my feet, but I will decide when I will allow you to lick them -

tongue out slave!!"

I stuck my tongue out as far as it could go raising my head trying to reach

the sole with my lapping tongue, but it was only to heighten my arousal and

tease me further, my foot Mistress had no intention of allowing her slave to

lick her feet.

I lay underfoot for what seemed like an eternity, awestruck by the beauty of

her feet that now dangled over my head. I craved the slightest touch of her

beautiful feet.

"Get back on your knees slave"

With my wrists bound so close to my neck I awkwardly rolled on the floor

like a pathetic worm and gracelessly knelt before my new Queen. Too humbled

to make eye contact my head stooped downward, receiving a visual foot treat,

instantly my Mistress raised her foot below my chin, her beautiful red

manicured toenails just inches from my wanton mouth.

"Now foot slave I want you to be my foot stool for the next few hours -

prostrate your self before me slave"

Removing her controlling foot from my chin, I put my hands on the floor, the

slave collar and chains also dragged my head down to floor level, I knelt

before her with my back hunched so her feet could rest comfortably.

"That's where you belong footslave below mistress's feet at all times, isn't

that right footslave!"

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress"

"You love being my pathetic little footslave, don't you!"

"Yes Mistress I love being your foot slave"

I could feel her feet resting on my back, feeling so powerless with her

sitting above me, using me as her pathetic foot stool.

I kept my uncomfortable position below her feet for so long my knees began

to pain, but I knew I was pleasing my mistress so I didn't move a muscle

until my mistress commanded me to. Lifting her feet from my back she placed

her right foot on my shoulder and harshfully pushed me back, tugging the

leash to ensure I upright kneeling position.

"You would love to smell my feet wouldn't you footslave, you'd love to stick

your nose between my toes and savor them!"

She held her foot just inches from my face, I was mesmerized by her bare

sole.

"Beg for it slave, beg! beg to sniff my foot, I know how much you want to,

don't you footslave"

"Please Mistress, please allow me to smell your beautiful feet"

Then wrapping the leash around her wrist she pulled it hard, bringing my

face to her foot, my nose buried in her toes they smelt divine, I wanted so

badly to begin kissing and licking but knew to restrain myself for fear of

being punished, and my privileges, whatever ones I had would be withdrawn. I

audibly sniffed at her toes, breathing it all in, with my Mistress smirking

down at me. After some time, with my nostrils full of the scent of my

Mistresses bare feet, my mistress uttered the words I longed to hear.

"Would my little footslave like to worship my feet, I think my slave would

you like to kiss and lick my beautiful sexy feet, wouldn't you slave!"

"Oh yes, please, Please let me worship your feet"

"Please What!"

"Please Mistress, Please let me worship your feet"

"I want to hear you beg, slave. Grovel at my feet and beg like a proper

footslave!"

"Oh Please Mistress I am your pathetic footslave, please allow me to worship

your beautiful feet, please let me lick your beautiful soles, and kiss your

toes, P-l-e-a-s-e Mistress"

She looked down at my face, which was strained from the teasing and torment

that her feet were inflicting on my mind and my raging hard on, she crossed

her legs yet again dangling her foot inches from my face. She realized the

power her feet had over me and relished using it. She teasingly wiggled her

red toenails right in front of my face.

"I said tongue out footslave, tongue out at all times, I want you to look

like my pathetic slaveboy ready to serve me when I allow you, is that

understood!"

"Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress"

I immediately stuck my tongue out as far as it could go waiting in

anticipation of planting the first kiss on her beautiful feet. Then lifting

her foot up her bare soles hovered just above my head I tilted my head back

following her every move with my eyes and salivating tongue, she continued

to move her foot above my head, swirling just out of reach, I felt so

powerless, kneeling on the floor with my hands bound and a slave collar

around my neck, following my Mistresses feet as the moved from side to side

and up and down, like a cruel game to tease her eager footslave.

"Would you like to kiss them foot slave?"

She said as she brought her foot to within half an inch of my tongue.

"Oh yes please, please Mistress, please let me kiss your beautiful feet"

"You may kiss my feet"

This was the moment I had been waiting for, shuffling on my knees, my face

edged closer to her bare foot and pouted my lips ready to plant kisses on

her divine feet, my lips made contact with the centre of her soft sole I

held my lips on her foot, and closed my eyes to show gratification for this

gesture my Mistress had granted me. Then I started kissing all over the

soles of her feet, I was overwhelmed with arousal, and kissed feverishly,

feeling possessed by her naked foot on my lips. Then I began to kiss her

toes as she moved them towards my mouth, kisses only, even though I yearned

to lick them. I kissed each toe slavishly, savoring the touch of her toes

that I craved for so much. I kissed both feet all over, from the edge of the

PVC catsuit, down her slender ankles, around her heels, along her soles and

to each one of her beautifully pedicured toes.

"That's enough for now footslave"

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress, thank you for the privilege of allowing

me to kiss your beautiful feet Mistress."

With that she withdrew her foot from my lips and calmly rested both feet on

the floor in front of me. I bowed my head, knowing that it was my duty to

look down at her feet at all times as I was her humble footslave and was

there only to serve her feet.

"Now footslave, I'm getting tired of sitting down, so I'm going to go for a

little walk around the room, and you slave are going to follow my every step

along the floor, I want you on all fours trailing behind me, with your

tongue out, and as I take a step you will lick the sole of my foot as I

offer it to you, licking the dirt from my sole and keeping my feet soft and

clean at all times, is that understood footslave!"

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress"

She placed her right foot on the crown of my head and forcefully brought me

down so my elbows touched the cold concrete floor, my hands still bound to

my neck dragged my head with them. Grabbing the leash she stood up from her

throne taking one step to the right of me, from my lowly position I could

see only the floor and the sight of her amazing foot adorned with ankle

bracelet and cherry red toes.

As she moved I followed, on all fours right behind her, as she took a step

she slowly and seductively raised the sole of her foot behind her, looking

back over her shoulder to ensure I completed my duty correctly. With

outstretched tongue I started at the tip of her toes and licked all the way

up to her heels. With every slow step she made my lapping tongue licked in

unison, cleaning off any dust or dirt that might blemish her immaculate

soles.

After walking around the room with her footslave following pathetically

behind, she finally stopped in front of a cage, it wasn't more than four

foot high with cold vertical iron bars running down to meet the concrete

floor, affixed to the top of the cage was a long padded black leather

cushion, for my mistress to lie on no doubt, in the centre of the cushion

there was a small circular hole, not big enough to allow a footslaves head

out but big enough to allow Mistresses foot in.

The door of the cage opened before me.

"Crawl into your cage footslave"

On all fours I awkwardly entered the daunting cramped space, then without

warning the steel door shut behind me making a loud clang with Mistress

securing the bolt to keep her slave captive. I knelt inside the cage feeling

so vulnerable but yet so excited, my cock was still hard and my chained

hands could not reach my swollen cock to allow any pleasure, not that I

would be allowed to touch my cock even if I wanted to, that wasn't my choice

to make, I was a humble footslave and my foot Mistress made all my decisions

for me now.

Mistress sat on the side on the cage with her legs dangling over the side,

her heels were close to me but outside of my reach, tongue access hampered

by the iron bars, all the same I knelt there with my tongue extended and

available as the willing footslave I had become.

Then my Mistress sat on top of the cage, for the first time I couldn't see

her or her feet, and I felt, alone and degraded to be kneeling naked in a

cage in a dark dungeon, with my mind and my cock being teased by a powerful

woman and her bare feet that ultimately controlled me. From above my head my

Mistress began to speak,

"Whats my little footslave waiting for? Are you waiting for my feet slave!"

"Oh Yes Mistress Please allow me to see your beautiful feet"

"Beg foot slave, beg for the privilege of looking at my feet. I know that's

all you want, your little foot fetish is insatiable isn't it slave, you can

function without thinking and yearning for my beautiful feet!"

"Oh yes Mistress I beg you please allow me to look at your feet, p-l-e-a-s-e

Mistress"

Then from above her dainty foot slid throw the narrow hole above my head and

she gently placed her bare foot in my shackled hands, her sole resting in my

palms, I quivered at the sight of her sexy red toes.

"You may hold my feet for me slave, you may look at them and you may beg for

them but you will not be allowed to kiss or lick them until I allow you - is

that understood footslave"

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress, thank you for the honor of letting me to

hold your feet and for allowing your pathetic footslave to look at your

feet"

I held the ultimate object of my desire in my palm, like a fragile priceless

ornament that had to be handled so gently and compassionately. There I was

stripped naked, collared and cuffed, on my knees, locked inside a cage,

captivated over the beautiful foot resting in my hands, I had no dignity or

esteem left, they had been stripped away and had been replaced by humility

and servitude for the female foot.

It was an unbearable tease to feel her soft soles in my hands, and with her

foot placed so close to my face due to the short chains connecting my slave

collar to my wrists, it was hard to restrain myself from worshipping those

perfect toes with my willing tongue.

After what seemed like hours of studying and appreciating every intricate

detail of my Mistress's feet, without warning she retracted her slender foot

back out through the hole brushing her tantalizing toes purposely against my

cheek as they left the cage.

Mistress got down from her position above my slave cage and with leash in

hand she tugged it hard, bringing my face to rest between two cold steel

bars, my tongue still out at her command.

"Kiss my soles sl
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