"Confessions of a High-School Footslave"

* Chapter 3: Basic Training *

"I think we'll start out today by having you lick my shoes, Doug," Laura mused nonchalantly. I found myself once again seated at her feet, nervously waiting as she lounged on the edge of her bed. It was hard to believe that it was only two days ago that Laura Taylor had caught me red handed - exposed my secret foot fetish - when I had snuck into the girl's locker room after school to "borrow" the sandals of gorgeous Kelly Finn to masturbate with.

I don't know how she knew, but she had wasted no time in using the knowledge to her advantage, to blackmail me into doing what she wanted. "But first," she continued, "you will give me your journal."

Though Laura's little game had begun only yesterday, she wasted no time in telling me what was expected of me; I was given a notebook in which to write about my experiences serving Laura, for both her reading pleasure, and so that I would have a record of all that transpired, written in my own hand. Last night, before bed, I had written all about the experiences of the previous day - how I had been made to go down on my knees and kiss Laura's sneaker, how I had confessed my foot fetish into a tape recorder, how I had eagerly taken off Laura's shoe, laid on my back, and masturbated to the most intese orgasm of my life as Laura rubbed her sweatsock-covered footsole in my face. I had masturbated twice more last night while writing all of this down - pure sexual excitement filled me whenever I thought about what had happened yesterday afternoon. "Excellent," Laura noted after spending a couple of minutes silently reviewing what I had written. "You may now ask permission to lick my shoe." Laura wore the same sneakers she had worn yesterday, only I noticed she now did not wear socks underneath. All day at school, I would become aroused whenever noticing her bare ankles, hoping feverishly that perhaps today she might allow me the priviledge of seeing her bare feet. "May I lick your shoe clean, Miss Laura?" I asked humbly.

"All day all I've thought about was your feet, and I hope you'll let me show you how much I want to serve them, and serve you.

Please let me taste the bottom of your shoe, Miss Laura - let me kiss it and lick it from heel to toe. I promise I'll do a good job." I couldn't believe what I was saying - and how desperate I truly was to please Laura - but I was absolutely sincere in my desire. "You may begin," she instructed, lifting her left foot from the floor, holding the sole of her sneaker inches away from my face. Without hesitation, I began licking it enthusiastically, covering her shoe bottom from heel to toe with empassioned licks and kisses. I shamelessly worshipped Laura as she watched me with wry amusement, devotedly cleaning her shoe with an eager mouth.

After a couple of minutes, she withdrew her foot and presented me with the other. Without missing a beat, I began an equally thorough tongue-washing of the right sneaker sole. I licked for several minutes without pause before Laura pulled away her foot. "Take off your clothes," she commanded. I looked at her a bit apprehensively, more afraid of being discovered than of Laura seeing me naked. "My parents won't be home until at least eight tonight," she explained. "We have hours. Now strip". Without protest, I peeled off my shirt, a bit nervously. I took off my shoes and socks, and finally wriggled out of my jeans and underwear, still seated at Laura's feet. She gazed at me with a superior smile, crossing her arms casually in her lap. She studied my eager erection with dry amusement, obviously pleased with herself. "If you obey me, Doug, I just might let you lick my bare feet." My erection stiffened further, and I subtly shifted in eager anticipation of this coveted pleasure. "But before any such thing takes place, you need to be tested, and trained. I will not allow a boy to lick my foot who is not devoted to serving me, and trained to do so properly." I nodded silently, casting my eyes respectfully to the ground. "You will start by taking off my shoes. From now on, these are the rules that apply when taking off my shoes: First, you will never touch my foot without permission, but only the shoe.

If I'm wearing stockings or sport socks, you will not touch those either. "When possible, you will take my shoes off with your mouth.

This mainly applies to pumps and heels, but I'm sure you can take off sandals with your mouth, too. When I'm wearing shoes with laces, you will pull the laces untied with your mouth. You will never kiss my feet or my footwear without explicit permission. "Finally, you will always place the shoes lined up neatly next to my feet. If I'm wearing socks or knee-highs and let you take them off, you will roll them neatly and place them inside the proper shoe. Is that understood?" "Yes, Miss Laura," I answered meekly, trembling with the excitement of it all. Laura's old sneakers certainly didn't attract as much attention to the casual observer as Kelly Finn's thongs had, but Laura's commands made them irresistable objects of desire. I stared at them, spellbound, unable to believe that I might be allowed to look upon my new Master's bare toes. "Good. You may begin taking off my sneakers - left foot first. On your hands and knees, slave boy." I obeyed instantly, growing more eager by the moment to be Laura's slave boy and plaything - playing by her rules alone, just so long as her dominant feet were somehow involved. Wordlessly, I knelt before Laura's outstretched leg and carefully grasped the lace of her left sneaker between my teeth and gave it a careful pull, undoing the bow knot. I paused a moment, unsure of how to continue. "You may take off the shoe with your hands, slave boy." I loved my new title, and filled with a rush of excitement, I carefully and reverently slipped Laura's shoe from her heel, allowing me to see her bare foot for the first time. As I slid the sneaker from her toe, I wanted so badly to abandon all restraint, shamelessly grabbing Laura's glorious foot and worshipping it wildly. Kneeling naked, subserviently holding Laura's sneaker in my hand, it was all I could do to hold myself back, and play by her rules. Laura's bare foot drew me in hypnotically. It was not beautiful by the conventional defintion - the toenails were unpedicured, and a bit grimy from being in an old sneaker all day - but I was fully ready to do anything Laura said for a chance to give that foot my total devotion. Her toes were long and well- defined. The features of her foot were all very strong; a high arch and narrow instep contrasted by a round, prominent heel and ball of foot. Her strong heel and the side of her big toe were slightly callused - Laura was obviously no stranger to going barefoot - and the overall impression of a very healthy, well muscled foot. In an instant, Laura's foot had become the center of my universe; it was only right that I was naked on my knees before it, wasn't it? Suddenly, I could see no more worthwhile purpose to life than worshipping the every need and desire of the beautiful foot that Laura dangled so teasingly before me. My reverie was interrupted when Laura withdrew her foot and forcefully thrust her other shoe in my face. I repeated the procedure, first pulling the laces undone with my mouth, then slowly and reverently removing the sneaker. I placed the shoe carefully beside its partner, and gazed hungrily at Laura's tootsies. Pleased with my performance, Laura stretched her foot muscles, rolling her ankles, clenching and wiggling her toes. She deliberately placed her feet mere inches from my face, and I grew more excited by the instant as she teased me, casually spreading and bending her toes. Her feet had a strong odour; a musky perfume which only aroused me further. Likewise, a day in the sneakers had made her toes and soles a bit grimy and dirty, but this only strengthened the appeal. I looked forward to the chance of being allowed to wash these sweaty feet, or give them a massage, to demonstrate my devotion to Laura. For some minutes, Laura teased me to the absolute limit, waving her feet in my face, not giving me permission to touch them. With toes and soles less than an inch from my lips, I was tested mercilessly, left to whimper in frustrated anticipation. I wanted more than anything I had ever wanted to throw myself down beneath Laura's feet - to give myself as her slave as I licked her sexy soles and took her toes in my mouth. It was unbearable, being so close to the objects of my most intense desire, to study their every detail, to smell their hot musk, yet to be unable to act upon this. At last, just when I thought I would burst, Laura withdrew her feet from my face and planted them on the ground. "Lie on your back," Laura commanded, "with your legs spread and your arms at your sides." I obeyed, relieved that I had apparently passed the first test. I stretched out parallel to Laura's bed, my head near the the foot of the bed, my legs up near her nightstand. I soon felt Laura's weight on my body; she planted one of her goddess feet upon my chest, the other on my stomach.

Before I could react, she was standing on me with all of her weight. Laura was not a heavy girl, but I still gasped for a moment at the sudden weight upon me. Despite this, I was just where I wanted to be - beneath Laura's feet. For several seconds, she stood silently atop me, and I could only tremble with desire at the sensation of her coveted footsoles pressing into my body. To feel the weight of Laura's feet upon me was pure bliss - I could think of nothing I wanted more than to be a ground for them to walk upon. Laura spent two or three minutes just standing atop me like this. Wordlessly, she shifted her weight from foot to foot, occassionally teasing my naked body with strokes of her toes; I felt as if I would burst from the erotic tension of each moment. After a couple of final bounces upon the balls of her feet, Laura sat back on the bed, and began casually rubbing her toes up and down my naked torso; this caused me to whimper and moan more loudly still, clenching my teeth in frustration. "What's wrong?" Laura teased. "Do you want something?" "Please," I managed, helplessly at her mercy. "Please let me kiss your feet." "Why should I let _you_ worship my foot?" she asked aloofly, suddenly lifting her toes from my body. "You've never shown any interest in them before; how do I know you're sincere?" "I'll do anything," I pleaded in my passion, "if you'll let me. Please let me worship your foot, Miss Laura, oh Master.

Please give me a chance to show you how much I love them and want to kiss them. All I want is to be your foot licker and your slave and god oh please let me kiss them." "You may lick the heel of my foot," she said dryly, and before I knew it, her bare heel was in my face, the rest of her foot pressing into my face. I was overcome with excitement - I opened my mouth and hungrily began licking and sucking on her beautiful heel as intensely and furiously as I could. I could not escape the sweet, smelly odor of her foot, my nose forcefully smothered by her sweaty footsole. The salty taste of her heel made me salivate hungrily, as I opened my mouth as wide as I could in order to suck in more of her sexy foot. With my lips clamped tight, I moved my tongue in wide, wet circles around her heel. She pressed down harder, and this only made my worship more intense. After a moment, I felt her other foot begin to rub against the painfully engorged shaft of my stiff cock - I felt as if I would suddenly explode any second. I closed my eyes and lost myself utterly in the worship of Laura's heel, now tongueing it as fast and furious as I could. My nose was now a bit sore from the weight of Laura's foot, but this only added to my excitement; I knew with utter certainty that if I were to grab my excited cock, it would not take more than two or three strokes to drive myself over the edge, but I knew as well that I would never do such a thing - not when the consequences would be to displease the goddess who so mercifully allowed me to serve the bottom of her glorious foot. Eventually, Laura began rubbing her free foot into my cock, folding it back flat against my stomach and pressing into it with some force. "Wash my sole now, Doug, like a good little foot slave."

Laura relieved the pressure on my face and lifted her foot so that it was about half an inch from my face. Instantly, I went to work, running my tongue furiously up and down the length of her sole, thrilling to its taste, smell, and smooth feel. There were a few specks of dirt on the bottom of her foot, and I set to work giving them an eager cleaning, until soon the entire sole of her foot was shining wet from heel to ball of foot with my saliva.

All the while, she continued to forcefully grind the ball of her other foot into my stiff penis. This did not cause any real pain, but heightened the feeling of submission I felt to Laura, who now had me absolutely at her mercy. I continued like this for several minutes, servicing Laura's footsole tirelessly with my eager mouth, licking it rhythmically.

Eventually, she grew tired of this and drew both feet away from my body. A quiet, desperate moan automatically escaped, and I looked pleadingly up at Laura, seated on the edge of her bed. "That's enough of that," she informed me, swinging her feet over me and standing. "I'm going to use the bathroom now, and when I get done, I want to find you down in the living room, kneeling naked in front of the easy chair. You still have another foot to clean." As Laura left the room without another word, leaving me aroused to the point of agony, I knew I had no choice but to obey.