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Olga freakin love to have her feet like this. Soo wild soo natural. Nothimg talk about barefooter better than his feet - www.patreon.com/JustBarefootGirl
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Since I have a large fenced yard with privacy from the neighbors, I commanded the 3 slaves to work naked except for a cap on their head and flip flops on there feet. I supervised them by sitting on my patio sipping ice cold cocktails while verbal insulting them about their (lack of) manhood. I wore a very short pink floral print sun dress and these sexy lace up stiletto thong sandals. I also wore a large pink sun hat with sunglasses. To motivate my three foot slaves to do an excellent job on my yard, I told them that whoever impresses me the most with their hard work will be rewarded after the yard is cleaned to my satisfaction. This foot slave will then be allowed to crawl over to me sitting in the chair on my patio. And once he is kneeling down at my feet, then I will order him to kiss and lick my pretty feet and sexy sandals for about 15 minutes. The he will be allowed to use his hands and cum all over my brick patio. However, he must then use his mouth to clean up every drop of cum that he leaves on my patio.
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Wouldn't you love to be the foot slave I summon to my luxurious bathroom to pleasure me. Once you arrive naked and with a black studded leather collar tightly fastened around your neck, I will order you to get on your knees on my bathroom floor. Then you will gently remove my gold flip flops and begin to kiss and lick my feet all over for 5 minutes. Then I will command you to use your hands and gently massage my toes and feet for the next 15 minutes. As you are massaging my feet I want you to whisper this mantra over and over "Mistress I am not worthy to be in your presence, so I will do anything without hesitation, no matter how demeaning and disgusting, you order me to do. Worshiping and serving you is my only purpose in my miserable life and my only pleasure." After 15 minutes of massaging my feet, I will dismiss you. You will quickly return to your cell where I give you permission to masturbate the night away, while thinking about kissing, licking and massaging my beautiful feet.
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Hello , I used to live in UPTOWN … What would you like to do 1st. with a man ; who is willing to indulge in your latest Fantasy - tonight ? I will attach a Photo ; if you respond . I don’t want to attach one until you reply 1st. ; if you can accept my cautious behavior . I was actually trying to use LinkedIn as a site to meet New & Enticing Ladies . I figured that , if I do it right then maybe I could meet with and set up a Rendezvous with upper class Women ; who are clean and disease free - but have an extremely filthy mind & impure thoughts ; who likes to try all kinds of fetishes & kink . So , I started creating & editing my own introduction Videos - that would look Business Friendly .
I am a very affectionate & considerate Man ; who really appreciates a Lady who gets a Professional Foot Soak & Pedicure , every two weeks … Hopefully she rubs scented lotion on her feet , and oils her arches & heels , to keep her skin from feeling hard & coarse . I am extremely excited by Women who are emotional and expressive with their feet ; and I really enjoy being stepped on and trampled by her . Hopefully she is a quick study and learns fast : how to please - tease and entice her Man of interest - then wrap herself around & on him really - really tight - refusing to allow him to flee or escape her grasp & tight grip . Trap & strap that Man down for awhile ; until he is submissive and domesticated [ House Trained & Responsive ] … A smart and sophisticated Woman knows how to do this ; if she does not yet know - her natural famine instinct will teach her the ways … Then later , she will develop her own techniques of female wiles .
So this is the type of Women ; who capture my affections for a very long - long period of time . These are the type of Women who are sophisticated & classy enough to hold down a Man , more like myself . So I am asking you directly this one Question , " Are you that Woman ? "
Please send me a reply or response . I Thank You Very Kindly …
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If you are a obedient foot slave and spend the next 30 minutes worshiping and licking my sexy feet all over I might reward you. I will let you slide your hard throbbing cock in between the strap and my ankle. Then I will undo the buckle for a second or two and then tighten the ankle strap two notches. And if you spurt your hot cum all over my ankle I will make you clean it all up with your tongue. Then you will go back to your corner and sit there for the rest of the night you worthless piece of garbage.
my footslave at my feet - the gratification for the good pictures he takes :-)
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with your mouth and tongue while you are naked and lying down on the carpet on your stomach. I had a tiring long day at the office and my feet are so sore, a little dirty and smelly. So after you are done cleaning my pink mules, I want you to slide your tongue in between the soles of the mules and the soles of my feet and start licking the bottom of my feet for all that you're worth. You are not worthy of my attention so you should show me how much you are grateful to be my foot slave.
If you have been an excellent foot slave all week I just might reward one or more of you in my slave stable. Leopold Giboulo has impressed me with his adoration, devotion and has obeyed my commands with enthusiasm! Pedantik, mtlsrt04, and Al S have also done well but are a distant second to my number one slave this week, Leopold. Those three foot slaves will have to work harder if they want me to reward them in the future.
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The pain that the stiletto brought to my balls was intense! She had me begging to please rub my cock with the bottom of her shoes. After I came I stopped being her man and became her footslave. That's what I am today.

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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 ev
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