I’ve never had a boy slave before; are you really a slave or is this just some game you’re playing with your cousins?” she asked. Bad move, little slave boy! It looks like I'm gonna need to give you a lesson in obedience! Don't worry though, you'll be worshiping me like a good little bitch in no time... Nighty night, slave!" I was having trouble getting the last bit and she said “Go ahead and lift the bowl and drink it like soup.” I did so and finished it all. She cooed and said “My puppy judd has a special diet!” She pushed my head to her feet and I started kissing them thanking her again. She spanked my ass and played with my hair and said it was so soft. She had lost. Theodora had not just failed herself, but also doomed her people. All hope had faded.

Yes Mistress Brigitte,” I answered. I knew I could expect nothing but pain and humiliation from these girls and I had readily accepted my fate. In fact, I had learned to look forward to their use and abuse of me. Praise be to all superior females. Other than choice chapters, no entry should be less than one paragraph long, with a minimum of three to four sentences. Ms. Kohlman briskly strode out and marched right up to the huge office with “Ms. Lauren” written on it. Then she swiveled around and instructed me. If your partner is just flat-out not into it, then there's no need to not try to force it. After all life is short and you have a foot fetish. Now, it's up to you to decide if you can handle a relationship that doesn't allow you to indulge your foot fetish. There is also a chance that over time they will warm up to it and become curious after a while. [5] X Research sourceTheodora looked at the orc with disbelief, who put one massive hand on her shoulder, forcing her down immediately. Oh yeah" my cousins said and I turned to see them standing in the doorway. They were recording the entire time with their phones. "Wait until mom hears about this. She's going to have you put away you little freak."

With a “Good boy” and a pat on the head we went into the living room where she watched a movie and I massaged her beautiful feet. She allowed me to kiss her feet a bit at first too. During the movie she had me massage her calves and legs as well. However I was not able to concentrate on my lessons and I was oftenly looking down at her feet, thinking nothing else but to kiss her feet again. She noticed that but not said anything. However this effected my performance and consequently she smiled at me, caressed my head and said: -Look, I know that there is something between you and my feet and we have to solve it, tell me what is going on?

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Nevertheless, Theodora did her best to bow deeply before the orc, despite the eye-watering fumes that one was giving off. I climbed the ladder and struggled to the boat, eventually falling to my hands and knees as all the energy had been taken away from me. I thought to myself about what had just happened; I saw a girl who was in desperate need of help from drowning or drifting too far away from the boat, and after saving her she treated me like a lowly slave. On top of that, I accepted it and let her do it and she probably knew it. A second later, I noticed the most beautiful foot appear before my eyes about 5cm from my face. It looked about UK size 4 and had a very natural tanned but soaking wet top. The toenails were clear polished and looked very looked after. I noticed an anklet too which in my opinion multiplies any female foot's sexiness. The most amazing part of the foot though was not the toe nails or the anklet, it was the very high and incredibly sexy arch. Without a doubt, this was the most beautiful foot I had ever seen in my entire life. After staring at it which could have been a few seconds into the moment where it becomes questionable, I managed to look up and see who this divine foot belonged to. Sure enough, it was the girl I had saved out in the sea. She stood towering above me, hands on her hips, the sun right behind her head in my view adding to the Goddess complex she already had on me. She had long light-brown hair which was blowing furiously in the wind and green eyes with enough colour to hypnotise any man who looked into them. I thought to myself that it was no accident that her foot landed where it did, and she meant for it to obstruct my view of the wet floor of the boat to get my attention. To me, it showed a huge amount of dominance and power which she surely had over me already with only 8 words being exchanged between us. She smiled and said approvingly "good job!" as she proceeded to find her belongings. Although I expected a thank you, I felt very proud as she said those words. She said it as if a thanks wasn't even required. Regardless, it was enough for me and gave me the strength to get up, get my stuff and head to a booth downstairs of the boat. No gay or bisexual interaction without including a warning in the choice. All foot fetish content however is to be F/M and F/F only. I untied her sneaker and pulled it off her sweaty foot. Feet which have been sweating in sneakers carry a strong aroma and I cringed at the smell of her foot. She laughed and pushed her foot into my nose and mouth, “Smell good slave? Wait until you taste it.”