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Usual disclaimer applies here, if you’re under 18 reading this will make you blind so
go away. This story deals with underage sex so if offended please close the door on your
way out.
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Respect my feet
I was standing on my slave’s stomach looking down at her with an icy glare.Amber was tied spread eagle all night on the
living room floor.As I stood on her stomach
her breathing would move me up and down.
WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH YOU BITCH?
I could not get over what happened last night.My slave is at my feet all day and night and she still did not respect them.Her life revolved around my feet, she was fed with
them, tortured with them and pleasured with them.She
will learn to love them, or she will at least suffer till she could prove worthy enough to
be a true foot slave.
Late last night, after we all tickled Amber silly we all went to bed and left Stacy
to wash Amber up, she wet her self twice.However
Stacy was not done playing with Amber yet, and Amber was pleading with Stacy to let her
suck on those long clean toes of hers.
Stacy kept asking my slave who had the sexiest feet, and my slave answered you do,
Stacy has the best feet in the world.Stacy
ran her feet all over Amber, tickling her a little but Amber was getting hungry for Stacy.After Stacy massaged her body with her feet she
held them above her face and told her to beg her to be able to kiss her toes.I noticed Amber shook with an orgasm from having
those feet dangling in front of her, just out of reach.Then Amber sucked each of Stacy’s long toes till she got of again, and
Stacy fell backwards and fingered her into bliss.I
was so pissed that Amber could get turned on with Stacy’s feet and not mine.There will be a day when Amber will get wet by
just looking at my feet.
As I began raising my self up and
down with my toes on her stomach I figured I would go for a run to calm down.After all we start training for the marathon next
week, every Sunday we will all meet to run long distance till the actual race, where my
slave will cool down our feet after the runs.
While I was running I thought of a way to show my slave who has the best-looking
feet in the world.I had an idea but Stacy
would have to help me.Stacy loved having
control over my slave with her feet, but after I have amber tare up her new leather shoes
that she left at my house I’m sure she would help me.
As I entered the house the air conditioning was a welcome treat as I had sweat
running down my entire body.My slave was
going to love this, sweaty hot stinky feet to enjoy.I sat on her stomach as I took of my sneakers over her face.I loved watching her eyes close, and her head move
thinking she could actually move away from my smelly sneakers.When I held both sneakers over her mouth and nose
she would take short breaths, then I always would tickle her ribs so she would take in the
smell as she sucked in air so she would not pass out.After the smell was sucked out of my sneakers I moved my wet socks all over her
face as she still made funny faces from having my sweaty socks rubbed all over her.Then I took my socks off and turned them inside
out so she could suck on them till they were not smelly anymore.When my bare feet touched her face I felt like I
was the queen of the world.After I
rubbed my sweat off on her face I would cup my toes over her mouth so she would smell her
masters wonderful odor. After she could not stand the smell she would open her mouth to
get fresh air, that’s when I shoved my other foot in her mouth.MY LITTLE SLAVE, LOOK AT YOU SMELL MY FEET.THAT’S WERE YOU BELONG SLAVE, UNDER MY FEET.
About thirty minute latter I told her to stick her tongue out so I could get my
footbath.Having a tongue bath after a
long run truly made me feel superior to my slave.She
licked from my heel to my toes until I kicked her in the side of the head, then she would
lick the bottoms of my toes and suck them, even cleaning and eating my toe jam as she
went.
My slave was not used to worshiping smelly feet, she really hated this torture, but
what else could she do?I loved the feeling
of someone breathing under your feet, especially when you know they don’t want to be
doing it.
As she licked my feet I told her to
look at me.
FROM NOW ON YOU WILL ALWAYS LOOK AT MY FEET UNLESS I TELL YOU NOT TO.IF I CATCH YOU BREAKING THIS RULE YOU WILL BE
TICKLE TORTURED FOR TEN HOURS.
My slave was looking at me with those scared little eyes as I smiled at her
thinking to my self how much fun its going to be training her to love only my feet.I playfully stuck my little toe in her belly
button and wiggled in around.Amber broke
into a laughing spree as I kept dominating her with my little toe.
DOES THAT LITTLE TOE TICKLE, YOUR MASTERS BABY TOE TICKLES?I kept mocking her in a baby voice knowing she
hated being talked to like an infant.
Hee ha ha ha ha ha hahahahahahahahahaha m-m-mm-ma-he he he
master-he-stoooop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As my little toe had her laughing well I moved my other foot and poked my toes all
long her belly.She was pulling on her arm
restraints and tried turning but I was to heavy for her to move.
MY BIG TOE LOVES TICKLING YOUR BELLY, MAYBE IF YOU CLEANED UNDER THERE TOE NAILS
THEY WOULD NOT TORTURE YOU LIKE THIS.
Hahahahhahahahahaha soo so sorry hehehehehehehehe master!!!!!!!!
My little toe moved in and out of her
belly button as my big toe poked and scrapped her sensitive belly.I loved this, totally at the mercy of my feet.I moved closer and used a foot each to tickle her
armpits.As my toes danced along her soft
skin she began laughing hysterically, even screaming as my toes dug in.
When I noticed the tears running down her face I ran my toes down her sides all the
way down to her waist, then I poked at her ribs then up and down I went again.My slave was trashing about as I tickled her past
her limits.My feet were devastating her!Now my fingers played with her belly as my feet
kept up the onslaught.
M-m-mas-master—ha ha ha ha ha-please ha ha ha hamaster—ple-please ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha ayh ha ha ha ya ha ha-stoooooop ha ah ha ha ha ya ha ha ha ha!
I let my slave get up and then I placed her in her dog outfit.I placed her collar on and her hands and legs were
tied so she had to stay on all fours.I told
her I was taking a shower, when I was done she could try giving me a foot massage again.I dropped Stacy’s new leather shoes in front
of her and told her I wanted her to act like a dog, bite and chew, if you can’t eat
this thing up within two hours I will send you to live with Anisa and Debbie.
I took a nice relaxing hot shower as I thought of my plan. Amber did a good job on my feet; she cleaned the
dirt from between my toes like a good little slave.I
figured if I had Amber look at Stacy’s feet all day and then leave I could finish
Amber off and she would think about my feet in a more sexual manner.
Stacy called and told me she would be over shortly.I went to see if my slave did her job.My slave was still chewing on the shoe when I
returned, it was totally destroyed, and the back of the shoe where the heel first enters
the shoe was all chewed up.
I poured some water in a bowl, placed my feet in there to soak and
let my slave drink the water to get the taste of the shoes out of her mouth.
Stacy came in and found her shoes all chewed apart and her face
turned bright red.After she swore and cursed
I told her Amber was begging for your feet, she must have found them and devoured them
because she wanted and missed your feet.I
stopped her right away, but it was too late.
I told her we could fix it so this would not happen again, let’s
force her to be inches from your feet, but don’t let her kiss them.She will become frustrated and will learn her
lesson.
Stacy agreed, but wanted revenge, she told me she was going to give
her a pedicure, only after words we will take advantage of her heightened sensitivity on
her feet.I knew she wanted to torture her
for what she did so I told her to call me after the pedicure.
As I watched TV Amber was laughing like a crazy woman during her pedicure.I herd Stacy calling her every name in the book,
saying, does that tickle, too bad bitch.
Stacy told me her feet were done, they do look nice, and her skin is
going to be sooooo sensitive.She had a chair
sitting in the middle of the kitchen and wanted help tying her to it.Stacy sat in the chair as I pulled my slaves feet
to the top of the chair.We tieda foot to each side of the chair so her legs
were straight up in the air, and her back was flat on the ground and her hands were tied
to the chair legs.All my slave could see was
Stacy’s back as she lay under the chair.I
sat in front of my slave with my feet in her face so I could feel her every breath.Stacy looked over at my slave and said this will
teach you to behave bitch.
As the tickling began I had to place my slaves head between my feet so she would
not be able to move her head.Amber was
screaming as Stacy ran her fingers around Amber’s soft smooth sensitive feet.
Stacy kept yelling, I KNOW THIS TICKLES BITCH, AND TO THINK I WAS
GOING TO LET YOU WORSHIP MY FEET, and KNOW YOU WILL SUFFER ALL FREAKING DAY BITCH.
Amber was trying to raise her head so I had to push down with my feet
to hold her down.Stacy asked, does this
tickle bitch?I’ll stop if you tell me
you will never touch my shoes, I know this is pure torture, after a pedicure and all.I stuck my foot in her mouth so she could not
answer.Stacy stretched her arms above her
head waiting for Amber to respond.I guess
you will get tickled then, you are a bitch.
I
moved around the chair to help tickle her feet.Stacy
was flicking her long nails under Amber’s toes so I started tickling her heels.The chair moved at first, then as Amber tried to
pull the chair down with her legs she screamed when she felt two people tickling her.
The house filled with her screams and laughter as we tickled those feet for an hour
without stopping.Her feet were so smooth
after the pedicure.I held her toes so Stacy
could use her long nails to scratch at her toes; she wiggled her finger between her toes
reducing Amber to silent laughter.
After we let her catch her breath we started on her soles again, I
loved listening to her pleads for help.We
tickled those feet slowly and rapidly, she was shaking and crying but we continued.I used both hands and all my fingers too tickle
her just under her heel, this had her toes scrunching, but Stacy held back her toes as I
kept tickling.I had her screaming at the top
of her lungs, THAT MUST TICKLE RIGHT THERE.
Amber was in horrible shape, she was all sweaty and red, but who
could stop tickling her feet when they were extra sensitive?I grabbed a fork from the drawer and ran it down
her feet, Amber was crying out for mercy.Please
master, please, please----ha ha ha hahahahahahahahahaha..
I had no idea what she was saying anymore, I kept tickling her with the fork as
Stacy used her long nails to keep her feet twitching.When I hit that spot just below the heel she erupted with screams and laughter
again.This time Stacy tickled the sides of
her feet as I stuck with that spot that forced her to beg.I looked in amazement as Amber could not control her bladder, she wet the floor.I have to remember that spot.We didn’t let up for a second; we kept
tickling as she went into silent laughter again. We noticed after another ten minutes
Amber stopped moving, we looked at each other and laughed.We lost control Stacy I said, we tickled her too much without slowing down.
We
released her from the chair, and then I slapped her in the face with my foot till she came
around.You will have to be punished for
passing out bitch, I told her.Stacy has to
read her emails and chat on line so you will be her floor mat.Stacy was sitting with her feet up on a chair and
her laptop was on the table.I moved Amber
under the table so her face was inches away from Stacy’s feet.
YOU WILL LOOK AT HER FEET, BUT DON’T TOUCH.I tied each one of her hands to a table leg and
tied her ankles to the corners of my chair.Her
chin was resting on the tip of the chair with Stacy’s feet on it.It only took a couple minutes for her to start
breathing heavy.I ran my foot around her
pussy as she was clearly getting turned on.I
played with her lip as she began panting.I
moved on the floor next to her and whispered in her ear, bet you love watching those long
slender toes, to bad you can’t reach them.Look
at her soft feet, those shinny feet are begging for you to kiss them.Stacy moved her feet and ran her toes on
Amber’s cheeks which sent her over the edge.Amber
rocked from her energetic release as I shook my head.
I left the room to set up something else.Stacy rubbed one foot over her face as the other
one rested on the chair to keep Amber’s eyes on it. Amber was getting even more
exited from just looking at her feet.
I let Amber look at
Stacy’s feet awhile longer, then I dragged her by her feet into my room.Stacy helped me tie my slave’s wrists to the
headboard, her arms were spread apart.I
pulled out a spreader bar from my closet and tied her ankles to it so they were spread
fairly far apart.I used a rope to hold the
spreader bar to the headboard.I placed her
head on a pillow, and then I sat back and looked at her.
She looked so helpless; her feet were up in the air with her legs
open and vulnerable to me.Stacy sat next to
her ribs and used those long toes to circle her nipples as I tickled her clit with my
toes.
DO YOU WANT MY TOES BABY?TELL
ME YOU WANT MY TOES OR I WILL NOT LET YOU HAVE ANY PLEASURE.
Master, ohhhh I love your feet, please allow me pleasure.
I used my left foot to tickle her clit as my right foot picked at her
lip.Stacy had both feet sliding around her
face, which had my slave moaning.Stacy and
looked at each other and smiled, her left foot dug into her pit and as she was stroked
with those toes she let loose with gut wrenching laughter.I took both feet and tickled her ass with my toes.
Pease master, not this, I love your feet!Hahahahahah hahaha hee he ah heheheh!
I used my fingers to tickle her feet and Amber was quickly going
ballistic.I ran my fingers down each foot
really slow as Stacy used her right hand to tickle Amber’s ribs.I had her ass bouncing up and down and flexing as
my ten toes tickled her silly.Stacy was
tormenting her as well, she had her toes tickling Amber’s sides and her fingers were
racking her stomach.Amber stopped struggling
and lost her self in laughter.
As Stacy kept up the tickling I ran my feet around her woman hood, forcing her to
try and close her legs.I was teasing her so
much her laughs turned into laughing moans. Then I stuck my toes together and shoved my
feet as deep as they could go, then I pumped her as fast as I could.In mere seconds she shuddered but I kept pumping
her with my feet.After a couple more
shudders she was screaming for me to stop, I just kept going.Amber was screaming as she pulled on her ankle
restraints trying to close her legs, then her head fell back and she clenched her teeth
tighter as my feet continued to drive deep into her. When I finally stopped she was
covered head to toe in sweat, totally worn out.
I looked at Stacy and said, now that she is ultra sensitive lets
tickle the hell out of her!
Why not she said, Joy wont be around with her new torture table for a
couple more hours.