Foot Worship: The Training of A Foot Slave

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But I’m not entirely wrong?” I mused. Rebecca avoided my stare, but couldn’t keep her lips from rising. I meant every word. Two days ago, I would have never imagined I could tell my best friend something so embarassing, but now I just didn’t care anymore. Rebecca smiled down to me, blushing slightly. The 41-year-old artist and business owner said he discovered Dahlia has slaves the first time he was out with her at a fetish party. I was to blame for the accident that cost me the use of my legs. But my dad thought it was his fault - and that blew our lives apart': Paralysed at 14, Sammi refused to give up. Now she’s a world champion - and a new Countryfile presenterHer tone was rather ease, but I sensed the uncertainty in Rebeccas voice. When there was one thing she couldn’t stand, it was loneliness. I cleaned my bowl and nodded at her comforting.

I couldn’t stop my jaw from dropping open for a moment. I stood up do make some room between us and looked at her irritated. When our class ended we went on our way home, we didn’t talk about anything foot-related, just casual stuff like what we would cook this evening and if I could lend her my notes later. When we came through the small park that was located between our apartment and the university Rebecca grew silent for a few minutes, only to burst out excited shotly after. Under your feet, mistress.” I answered. Rebecca didn’t let the chance slip and put her right foot on my head, I could feel the weight of her enourmous boot on me and didn’t move in the slightest.John Travolta shares sweet video of son Ben as he and daughter Ella wish him a happy 13th birthday: 'I can't believe my baby boy is now a teenager' Linda Robson takes granddaughters Betsy and Lila to CBeebies pantomime afterannouncing split from her husband of 33 years Mark Dunford

Why can’t I? Do you think I’m naive enough to never have heard anything about foot-fetishism before?” Your feet are beautiful, mistress. Absolute, wonderfully, fascinatingly, truly beautiful from heel to every single one of your perfectly-shaped toes and kempt toenails.”She started to rub her feet up and down on my face and I kept inhaling fast and intense, I felt like I would become high on her foot-smell soon, if not completely addicted. She spread her sweat over my entire face. Hello everyone again! This story is about my neighbour Sheena aunty. As you guys already know how she’s been using me as her slave in the past. She always comes up with the best ways to bring me under her feet. I don’t know how she does it but seems like I always end up under her feet even if I have wanted to or not. She just makes it happen. Of course I also want to serve her as a servant and not a slave. It doesn’t excite me to be forced to do something just if someone tells me to do. I like it when Sheena aunty plays with my mind and make me do it myself rather than her forcing me. I really find this very sexy!