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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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Through Amber’s eyes
By Tower98
This story is told in Amber’s words which were reveled in her diary.
It was another hot humid day, which I dreaded because I new my master was going to have me
under her feet all day. As I looked up at her I remembered how we played when we
were kids, now I was her plaything. I was afraid to breath in her presence for fear
of making to much noise and getting punished for it.
My master was sitting on the sofa with her legs stretched out on the coffee table and I
was told to stair at her feet hanging off the end of the table. If my eyes drifted
she would yell and I froze with fear as my eyes focused on my masters fat feet. It
was so humiliating being forced to stare at her feet all day. I lived to pamper
those ugly feet. My every thought was on her feet. My meals were served at her
feet and my water bowl always had her feet soaking in them, or her socks if she was
busy. As I crawled behind her my eyes were glued to her feet as she walked. As
I slept my dreams were of her feet and the smell of her feet were always in my
lungs. God
3;I wish she would just leave me be for one day.
When I heard Stacey’s soft sweet voice I felt warm inside. She had some pretty
feet and treated me so kindly I felt as if she was my real master. I could feel her
presence behind me, and then my body jumped when she used the top of her foot to rub
between my legs. Maria was watching me intently waiting to yell if my eyes moved
from her feet so I had to close my eyes as Stacey’s foot slowly worked it’s way
around my smooth freshly shaven mound.
“OPEN YOUR EYES BITCH” yelled Maria.
“YOU BETTER KEEP YOUR EYES ON MY FEET LITTLE GIRL
3;WATCH MY TOES WIGGLE AND TELL
ME HOW MUCH YOU LIKE THEM
3;NO
3;LOVE THEM”, she said.
My voice spoke in a shaky tone as Stacy giggled knowing how turned on she was getting me,
knowing how I hated Maria’s feet she was enjoying watching me tell Maria how pretty
they were as I was getting off.
“YOUR SEXY TOES ARE SO SEXY MASTER, I JUST LOVE LOOKING AT YOUR SEXY FEET.” I
replied.
My mind was racing with the over whelming pleasure I was getting from Stacey’s tender
feet. I wanted to use my fingers so bad to finish my self off but my wrists were
tied to the legs of the coffee table. As Stacey massaged my lip with her foot I
tried to squeeze my legs a little but my ankles were tied to bolts on the floor, which
kept my legs separated.
Unable to buck into her foot I had no choice but to take deep breaths and stare at my
master’s feet as Stacey worked her foot over my clit slowly and deliberately.
Using her toes to flick at my clit she had me moaning as she went. Feeling her toes
take hold of my clit and pull had me lowering my head.
“KEEP YOUR EYES ON MY FEET SLAVE!” Maria yelled angrily.
I heard Stacey laugh as I was yelled at, she was trying to get me in trouble I new but I
really didn’t want her to stop.
“Sorry master
3;I just love your feet”, I stumbled out as she stared me
down.
For the next few minutes Stacey used her toes to circle my mound and run up and down my
inner thighs as they talked. Sweat was all over me as I prayed she was not going to
stop.
“FOOT GIRL
3;KISS MY FEET NOW” demanded my master.
Maria inched her feet closer to me as she went from sitting to lying on her
back. I was so turned on I began planting soft wet kisses up and down her feet
as she watched with a satisfied smile. Looking at her made me feel so dominated and
ashamed so I broke eye contact and concentrated on her feet.
Just then Stacey shoved her toes into me which had me wide eyed and my breath was taken
away with the pleasure. Maria was ordering me to keep kissing but her toes felt so
good I was unable to think; all I could do was moan in pleasure.
My mind was screaming NO as Maria told Stacey to sit down next to her. I was so
close! Maria looked at me and said so matter affectedly, “obey me or you get
nothing stupid”.
I was so pissed, but I new if I listened to my master I would have received
pleasure. As they sat and talked I tried peeking out of the corner of my eye at
Stacy. She sat with her legs across the coffee table as well to let me glimpse at
her soft creamy soles. I saw her smiling with that evil smile at me and it made me
go crazy for her.
“BE A GOOD GIRL AND KEEP KISING MOOMIES FEET,” said Maria.
I again began kissing her soles and toes as they talked about some party tomorrow.
Stacy inched her feet so close they were touching Maria’s feet. My juices were
flowing as I peeked at her perfectly pedicure feet resting inches from my face. Looking up
it was a normal view, all feet in my face and the faces were up and away from me. It
was always on the floor at their feet.
My kisses were becoming more passionate as Stacey traced my ear with her toes as she
talked. The toes running down my cheek felt so soft and delicate I was ready to take
them into my mouth and suck away. Of course I was stuck kissing Maria’s meaty
feet instead. Looking up and seeing them talking and not paying attention to me had
me feeling so low and abandoned.
Maria finally got up and said to Stacey she would be back after her shower.
Stacey took Maria’s spot and started flipping channels as I watched her feet come to
a rest in front of me. With out looking at me she whispered, beg me for my feet
slave, convince me you want them”.
“Please let me shower your feet with kisses, please finish me
3;please, of all the
people don’t leave me like this. Let me suck your goddess toes and kiss your
feet.”
“Wow
3;you are desperate little one. Okay
3;you may take my toes in your
mouth silly.” She said in a loving voice.
Her toes wiggling into my mouth parted my lips. They tasted so clean and fresh
as I took each toe and massaged it with my tongue like I was taught. I was looking
at her with my cute look to make her feel guilty hoping she would get me off. Stacey
aggravated me though with her watching TV and forgetting about me. I knew I was
turning her on sucking her toes in a gentle way yet she was ignoring me. Trying to
get her attention I began licking between her toes and under them knowing she enjoyed
it. When she smiled down at me I smiled thinking she was going to reward me, but she
returned her attention to the TV.
Then Stacey answered her cell phone and quickly disappeared. I waited for a while before
Maria came back and placed me back into my normal dog bondage. My ankles were tied
together as was my wrists and then had a chain attached from my ankles to my wrists to
keep me from standing up. Next I felt my chastity belt getting put on and finally my
collar and leash.
Taking my spot behind her I crawled watching her feet waiting to kiss them when they
stopped moving. Every day she walked around the house testing me. Thankfully
today she was tired and stopped at the door to look out the window raising her foot as she
did. Quickly I began kissing her sole, then licking as she snapped her
fingers.
Satisfied she opened the door and sat down in her patio chair. Grabbing my collar
she turned me so I was next to her chair. She rested her foot on her other leg,
sitting like a man with his leg crossed. When she pointed to her foot and snapped
her finger I crawled closer and began kissing her foot.
Cars drove past and people walked down the street as I was on all fours kissing her
feet. I was so embarrassed at prayed people did not see me as I worshiped my masters
feet. Every few minutes Maria looked down at me and smiled as she watched me kiss
her feet while on all fours.
Then I was brought inside and turned facing the door in the hallway and she tied my leash
to the door to keep me from moving to another room. Maria had to meet her father for
lunch today so I was going to have to be alone for a change. Normally she kept me in
my cage but Joy was going to be home soon.
As I waited with one of Maria’s old socks in my mouth I waited for Joy. She did
not like me very much and I was afraid of her. Today she was out landscaping so I
new she was going to make sure I cleaned her feet. When we were alone she shoved her
feet at me degrading me and trying to make me cry. I always tried hard to please her
but she never acknowledged me.
When I heard the keys jingling I looked up and saw her small frame entering. She
gave me that nasty glare and raised her foot up. Looking at her brown work boots
covered with grass stains made me sick. When her work boot was touching my lip I
kissed it till she lowered her foot. Then I took her shoelace in my mouth and
pulled to get it untied. With a little help from her I had her heavy boots off and
then began sniffing her sock. After each sniff I had to pull away, they smelled so
bad.
“Well
3;working all day in that heat will do it to you. My back is so sweaty
and my feet are killing me. It’s what you do best anyway, so smell my feet
bitch”, she said with a tired voice.
It was so humiliating looking
up at her smiling face with her leg extended out in front of my face. I had her
socked foot rubbing over my face as she stood there with her hands using the wall to hold
her up, as I smelled her socks.
They smelled like grass and old
milk, which left me gagging after every breath. I could not hide my disgust as her
socked foot cross-crossed my face. Felling her rough socks wiping themselves clean
made me feel like a piece of crap. My headshot back every time she covered my nose with
those damn socks.
Then my day hit rock
bottom as she rubbed the toe end of her sock across my lips and ask, “ARE YOU READY
FOR THE BEST PART FOOT BITCH”?
My lips were quivering, as I
tasted the ungodly taste coming from just her toes alone. When she stuffed her
socked foot deep into my mouth I was ready to pass out. I was immediately overcome
with the taste of old sweaty gym socks. As my head drifted back she shoved her foot
deeper into my mouth leaving me coughing up the foul taste. There was no rest for
me; she kept her socked foot in my mouth enjoying all of my nasty faces I displayed.
“That’s RIGHT FOOT
BITCH
3;SUCK ON MY SUPERIOR FEET”.
Joy then sat in front of me
Indian style and I watched her peel off her other sock.
“NOW YOU CAN TASTE THE
INSIDE, MAKE SURE YOU SNIFF THEM FIRST BEFORE YOU SUCK ON MY SOCKS. LOOK AT LITTLE
AMBER SMELLING MY SOKS. JUST LIKE AN OBEDIENT PUPPY, hee hee. SO WHEN YOU WAKE
UP EVERY DAY O YOU DRED THESE MOMENTS, OR IS IT JUST ANOTHER DAY FOR THE SLAVE.”
She used her hand to pin her
sock across my mouth and she used her other hand to pinch my nose forcing me to breath
through my mouth with her sock acting like a filter. It was so foul my head began to
spin.
Then she inserted her sock
inside out into my mouth and looked at me as I sucked on her sock. It was so
degrading having her watch me suck her sock like this. Every time I turned my head
she reached out and held my chin to keep me looking up at her.
I was so happy to get her sock
out of my mouth. I was so busy trying to swallow to wash the taste away I did not
see her raise the open end of her boot to my face. I looked up when she called my
name and then had her work boot covering my mouth and nose.
Tears sneaked out of my eyes as
I was forced to smell her sweaty boots, which she wore all morning cutting lawns on one of
the most humid days of the year.
She used a firm grip to
make sure the boot was held tight over my mouth and nose so I had to smell all of her foot
stink. Looking up and watching her smile down at me made it worse, almost
embarrassing. It seemed with every smell her odor got worse.
Then she dropped her boot and
leaned back with her hands on the floor behind her and then brought her feet up to my
face. She was wiggling her toes inches in front of me when she asked, “SO ARE
YOU READY TO SMELL MY BARE FEET PRINCESS?”
My nose pinched in-between each
toe and I took deep breathes much to her satisfaction. The smell was a thousand
times worse then her socks and boots. As I moved from toe to toe I felt ashamed;
here I was on all fours smelling another girl’s feet, what happened to me?
“THAT’S A GOOD GIRL,
DON”T FORGET TO SMRLL THE REST OF MY FEET.”
Then I kissed her soles
and toes before she took my leash and we headed for the basement. I followed behind
her and started kissing her feet when she stopped to open the door. They were so
sweaty I really was not looking foreword to cleaning them.
Picking me up she carried me down the stairs and then dropped me onto the floor. My
naked body was cold in the cool basement. As she walked to the fridge I crawled
behind her. Again when she stopped to get a beer I began kissing her heal waiting
for her to move. She turned and sat on the floor facing me so I lowered my head and
began kissing her soles.
They were so grimy and wet with sweat I was ready to die. She took of her long
sleeve shirt and leaned back with her hands on the floor behind me as she watched me kiss
her feet.
“Most be some life worshipping our feet all day and all night. A full time
slave. Keep kissing my sweaty feet bitch, at least you do it well.”
I was ready to cry from the way she was talking to me but I new it was true. When
she pulled my leash and shoved her feet in my face I new it was her way of saying
it’s time to smell her feet.
Sure enough she said, “Now earn your pay and smell my feet Amber
3;get between my
toes again foot wench.”
The powerful smell that shot from between her toes left me light headed. As her toes
clinched my nose I was alarmed I was going to pass out. She shoved her foot
harder against my face telling me to smell.
“That’s it bitch
3;smell my nasty feet. This is what you live
for,” she said with a laugh.
With her pulling on my leash I smelled between her toes and down her soles and even
dragged my nose across her heal to smell her entire foot. I was thankful she relaxed
and lay back so I didn’t have her yelling in my face.
My nose stayed buried between her toes inhaling deeply so I didn’t piss her off. Once
the smell was gone I began licking from her heal to her toes. With each lick I
pulled off a layer of sweat and dirt. I was licking so hard her soles went from oily
white back to a clear white. My mouth tasted like her feet after my hour I spent cleaning
them.
It was a little weird but Joy took her feet and began rubbing my breasts. I never
once before remember her getting frisky with me. I could not help getting turned on
as her toes lightly dragged over my nipples. Then her heals pushed them and dug into
me. Next her toes began twisting and pulling on them, which really got me
excited.
Then just as soon as she started she rolled over onto her stomach and took a deep breath
as if she was ready for a nap. I lowered my head to her soles and began licking from
her toes to her heal. My tongue rolled along her tiny toes cleaning all of the toe
jam that was still there. Again I took hard long licks along her soles trying to get
her to keep playing with me. Getting desperate I took her heal into my mouth and
began sucking the best I could.
“IS SOMEONE EXTRA HORNY TODAY”?
“Yes” I screamed louder then I wanted to. “PLEASE MASTER
JOY
3;PLEASE
3;I shot out.
I watched her come to a stand and watch me for a moment, I quickly lowered my head and
began kissing her toes to show her how much I respected her praying she would stay nice
and get me off.
All I could think about was how every day Stacey rubbed her feet on me getting me so
turned on I could die and then leaving me like that. It was a week since Kat was
over and gave me my fix. I was so hungry for some release
3;.
I crawled eagerly behind her as she moved towards the sofa. She stopped to play with
one of her bondage devices so I continued to kiss and lick her heal and the sides of her
feet as she worked.
Then she knelled down next to me and released the bar that ran from my writs to my
ankles. With her help I stood up and let her put me where she wanted. As my
arms were tied above my head to a ceiling hook I looked at her for the first time as a
sexy lady. I was longing for our lips to meet. This was the nicest I ever saw
Joy.
I didn’t even mind her tying me up like this. She had my arms up in the
air and were tied to tight I could not move them. My legs were separated with my
ankles each tied around a metal bar. Behind me was another type of board, like a
backboard that had a belt around it to keep me really still. I was unable to move an
inch as I waited for her to give me her foot.
Joy moved right into my face and stood there for a long moment sizing me up. Her
breath was blowing into my face as her body snuggled up to mine. I closed my eyes as
she ran her fingers up my sides and then down again. In my ear she blew, them
whispered, “SO
3;I CAN TURN YOU ON AS WELL. That’s KIND OF FUNNY.”
That was a weird thing to say I thought. When I no longer felt her body I opened my
eyes to see her sitting on the sofa drinking her beer.
“YOU WILL HAVE TO BEG ME IF YOU REALLY WANT ME TO HELP YOU OUT WITH YOUR
PROBLUM”.
I was stunned; I really thought she had changed. My body was tingling and I
desperately needed some release.
“MASTER JOY
3;PLEASE HELP ME OUT, I’M BEGGING YOU. PLEASE MASTER JOY
PLEASE!!!!!!
“HOW MUCH DO YOU LIKE MY FEET”
“I LOVE YOUR FEET MASTER JOY”
“MORE THEN MARIA’S?”
“YES MASTER JOY
3;I LOVE YOUR FEET THE MOST”
My body shook with anticipation as she approached me. I was shocked when she leaned
in to kiss me. I closed my eyes, as her lips were about to lock with mine.
When no kiss came I opened my eyes and looked at her wondering what she was doing.
She was bending down and cranking a handle on a small device. There was a vibrator
on the end, which was being raised up into me. My eyes were wide open as I felt it
touch me and then go into me.
I could not speak as she sat down on the sofa watching me. She grabbed another beer
and kicked her feet up before using a remote control to turn it on. My body tensed
as if I was electrocuted. The first few seconds startled me, my juices were running
down my leg as my mind raced as it tried to catch up with the sudden burst of
pleasure.
Then it was suddenly over, I was struggling to say the words
3;”DON’T
STOP
3;WHAT
3;
Again my body jumped as it was jolted sending pleasure immediately through my body.
My body reacted instinctively as it wiggled and bucked the little that I could to the
vibrator. Stars were forming as I let myself go, finally about to have a
much-needed orgasm. II was standing up on my toes as I felt it coming
3;
When I realized she shut it off again I looked down at her as I tried to get my
thoughts. Looking at her laughing as she drank her beer and ate her chips made me
pissed as hell. What could I say though?
“PLEASE
3;OH MY GOD PLEAAASSSSEEEEE!!!!!!!!!”
“WHAT IS IT YOU WANT AMBER?” she asked in a mocking voice.
“FINISH ME
3;.FINNISH
ME
3;OOOHHHHH
3;PLEASE
3;FINNISSSSSS
3;meeeeeeee
3;
She played with me like this for a while watching me come close before denying me what I
so desperately needed. My energy was gone as I hung limb in my restraints.
Looking at her with pleading eyes got me nowhere.
This time I felt my body coming alive, my whole body was tingling as I erupted and I could
not help the screams of joy that came out of me. Then again my body shuddered and
jolted as another powerful orgasm thundered through me. Gasping for breath as my
body shook from the constant activity in my pussy I was screaming for her to shut of the
vibrator.
“STTTOOOPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“WHAT
3;YOU BEGGED ME TO KEEP IT ON
3;IF YOU WANT IT OFF BEG ME” haaahaaa
I could not form the words, all I could do was quiver and shake as I watched her laugh at
me. The last thought I had was of her waving the remote at me before my head shot
back and I blacked out from the explosion of pleasure that darted through my body.
Latter that night I was in my cage when Maria entered the room and asked me if I could
tell her who Teresa, Tara, and Becky are. At first I was stunned, I forgot about
everyone I knew in the outside world. I sat in the cage with my mouth wide open as
I tried to figure out why she asked me that.
“YOU THINK ABOUT THAT AND
YOU CAN TELL ME LATTER” she said as she closed the door. I heard Maria, Joy,
and Stacey all laughing in the other room.
I was frantic to find out what was going on. Those were my best friends ever.
We were all on the cheerleader squads and we all partied every weekend with one
another. Last I heard they all moved in together down south somewhere. There was no
way they could see me like this. I was their role model in high school, the girl
everyone looked up to. But they would never go along with this; they would not
torture me
3;would they?