Well, over time she and I became friends. I had a big crush on her and she knew it. She later would use this to her advantage. But we only remained friends. We went to the same high school and had many of the same classes. We graduated in 1993 together, and decided to go off to the same college, about 3 hours from our hometown. That fall, about a month into our freshman year of college, she called me up and asked me to come over to her apartment. Her parents were pretty well off, better financially than mine, so she could afford an apartment, whereas I lived in a dorm. So Kristin called me up and invited me over. When I got there, she opened the door barefoot and in nothing but a bikini top and a pair of shorts. She looked scrumptous from head to toe. She told me to come in and have a seat on the floor by her couch. I thought this was a little strange, yet I complied. She sat down on the couch and stretched out, putting her feet down near my head, which made me a little excited, and even more curious. Kristin said to me "Mike, we've been friends for how long now, about 3 years? In that time, I've always known you've liked me..but I've also wondered.. do you like my feet? Are you a foot fetisher Mike?" I could feel my face getting red and my heart beat faster. Kristin moved her left foot closer to my face. "You are a foot fetisher, aren't you?" My erection had started, and I forced out a mumbled "yes, I am." Kristin just smiled wickedly and and looked at me and then she said.."ok, here's the deal, and this is not open for negotiation. You are now my slave." I gasped and said she must be kidding. However I knew she was not. Kristin slapped me across the face and told me to shut up. She told me that from that moment on until we finished college, 4 years from then, that I was her property, just like the couch she was sitting on was her property. Kristin told me that from now on, when I finished with my classes everyday, I was to come to her apartment, clean her apartment, do her laundry, shine her shoes, fix her meals, do her homework, and have her dinner waiting when she arrived. She only had two classes a day and they were in the morning, so she spent her days shopping, sunbathing, and relaxing, while I worked for her. Also, since I was a foot fetisher, part of my daily duties consisted of massaging her feet, sucking her toes, a daily pedicure, lotion on her feet 5 times a day, and whenever she was in the room I could not rise above my knees. When she wanted to watch tv, I would either be her footstool myself, on all fours, or I would put her feet on an ottoman as I was on my knees before her, massaging and tending to her feet. I was to shine all her shoes twice daily, do her laundry, iron her clothes, clean her apartment and clean her kitchen and bathroom floors with a toothbrush, wash out the tub before and after she took a bath, fan her and rub her feet at night as she slept, wash and wax her car twice a week, do all her homework for her, and when she had a reading assignement, I had to read it to her on my knees as I massaged her feet. I addressed her as Perfect Mistress Kristin. In addition to all this, I worked at a local video store, and when the paycheck came...you guessed it..it went to Kristin. She used the money to buy more clothes and shoes for me to tend to, and buy herself whatever she pleased. She did own me for four years of my life. Everyday I waited on her literally hand and foot. She had the best life. She had a slave to wait on her, do her homework, and give her money so she could spend her afternoons shopping and sunbathing while her slave was at home shining her shoes or cleaning the tub for her bath or fixing her dinner.
I did envy her some...all play and no work. She didn't seem to mind..and she thought nothing of me, her friend for three years, on the floor licking the bottoms of her feet. She once told me as I massaged her feet and sucked her toes that she knew from the start that this was all I would ever be good for...to be her slave. She said I wasn't good enough to be her friend, however I was good enough to kiss her feet and shine her shoes.
I remained in Kristin's service for the rest of my college days..and sometimes when we're home at the same time, she calls me over to "reflect on the good times." This means mistress/slave all over again. I can't complain though. I actually did enjoy it. She worked my little butt off so she didn't have to lift a finger. I'd have to say that's pretty fair..
As you all may recall, from 1993-1997, my 4 years in college, I was a slave to my mistress, Kristin. Well, beleive it or not less than a week after I posted my story about my experiences with Kristin, I received a call from her. Here's what happened as a result:
Kristin called me from her cell phone and said that she was about 2 blocks from my house. She told me to stop what I was doing and meet her outside my house when she arrived. I complied, because I have never disobeyed Kristin, and I met her outside. She pulled up in her brand new 1998 Camaro, which made me feel kinda bad because my car is a heap from the early 80's. She said "get in, I need to talk to you." I noticed that Kristin, as usual, was looking perfect. She had on a silver dress, with silver nail polish and gold jewelry. She was so fine! She had on black strapped sandals, and, as usual, her feet were perfect. As you may recall, Kristin's feet never looked like she had even walked on them. Of course, 4 years of daily pampering from her slave hadn't hurt much either. I asked her what was going on..she said.."well, I hope you didn't have any plans for the weekend..because if you did, they just changed." Kristin said "I need you this weekend, I'm having a group of the girls I work with over to stay at my house, kind of a "executive retreat." They're all early 20's, gorgeous, ambitious, and very much in charge. You, Mike, will be our slave for the weekend. I've already told them all about you..and they've prepared a few chores for you to tend to. Think about it Mike, 60 toes for you to worship, 12 feet to kneel to and kiss..6 asses to kiss, 6 cars for you to wash, and who knows how many shoes to shine and outfits to iron! You'll be in heaven slaveboy!"
Well, by the time she finised explaning we were at her house. When we pulled up I saw five other cars out front..and five other gorgeous women lounging in bikini's by the pool. We went through the back gate, and when we entered Kristin said cooly "the propertys here!" The girls clapped and yelled and hooped and hollered and the first one I met, Amber, a redhead said to me "hello my little dog! Down boy, on all fours at Amber's feet...be a good slave boy." I felt so degrated, but, I complied. Amber put her feet on the top of my head and said "Mike, I hope you're not too tired already..I've got lots for you to do. I sure do need a pedicure, a massage, lotion, my shoes shined, my toes sucked, all my laundry done, my car washed and waxed, and oh yes, after I use the restroom you are to wipe my ass and give it a kiss. You can do the same for my coworkers here." The girls just laughed. Stephanie, a knockout blond, stood and went over to a muddy flower bed by the pool, and drug her exquisite foot across the mud, getting her foot quite muddy. She then said "here boy..slaveboy I'm calling you." I went over to Stephanie and she extended her muddy foot to me..saying "lick it clean." I complied immediatley. Well, as you can imagine, I had an interesting weekend. Toe sucking, pedicures for sixty toes, twice daily, that's 120 toes a day! I didn't sleep at all. I fixed them drinks, shined their shoes, kissed their feet, served them meals by the pool on all fours, and addressed them all as Mistress. Of course, Kristin loved all this, and kept telling me about how nice it was to have her slave back. Suddenly her eyes sparkeled and said you know, why don't you just resume your former job and reclaim your rightful place in life at my feet where you belong? Yes, that's what we'll do! You're my slave again! I can't imagine whatever made me decide to give you up? I mentioned that I have a 8-5 job and an apartment. Kristin said as far as the apartment went, I had to give it up, and as far as the job, to keep it. Of course, the entire salary went to her. She told me that I wouldn't need it..since I would be living in her place. Actually, in her cold, dark basement. I resumed all my old duties and for that weekend, had five other mistresses to attend to. What a weekend! And now, I'm back in Kristin's power. At Perfect Mistress Kristin's feet, where I belong.
As you may remember when I went to college in 1993 I became a slave to my Mistress, Kristin. I continued in my service to her and to her feet until I finished in 1997. Then, as you may also remember, I was once again back in her service soon thereafter when she used me a her slaveboy for her and her friends one weekend last summer, and I was working for her thereafter. I don't beleive some people would really beleive how much foot fetish there is in the world and how much domination/submission (and sometimes slavery) that can produce. It happens. Now sometimes people may get a little carried away with their fetish stories, but trust me, I don't get carried away with mine. Perfect Mistress Kristin is real...so is my service to her.
Anyway, let me continue with what has happened since I last wrote. I spent this summer at the beach, I had two jobs. I worked as a gas station attendant from 8am to 3pm, and then at a local all nite diner from 11pm to 4am. Ok, think about that work. I averaged 3 hours of sleep per day. Why did I do all this. Because I needed money. No, actually, she needed money, Perfect Mistress Kristin. Kristin decided she wanted to live at the beach this summer. Well, renting a cottage is expensive, so I had to raise the funds to do it. I worked 14 hours a day this summer to pay for Kristin's beach cottage. I spent the rest of my day on my true job, waiting hand and foot on Mistress Kristin.
It is beneath Mistress Kristin to actually do any work, so while I worked all day she laid out on the beach, sunning herself, or she went shopping, or out to lunch with her friends, or she napped, or just lounged around. When I came in from my job at 4 am I would get busy as she slept preparing her breakfast and her lunch before I left for my other job.
Let me tell you about a typical day this summer and the attitude of Mistress Kristin lately. My mistress is an early riser, usually about 6:30 am. So about 5am I would get busy in the kitchen preparing whatever I thought she may want for breakfast. She never told me the night before what she may want so I got in the habit of preparing a buffet style breakfast everyday with everything Mistress Kristin may desire. This was done by about 6. About that time I went quietly into Mistress Kristin's room and lightly began to massage her feet so when she awoke, I would be down at her feet massaging them. After she awoke I would lay down on the floor face up and she would step on me as she got out of bed so her perfect feet wouldn't have to step on the cold floor. I would follow her to the restroom, and after she went, she would bend over the sink for me to wipe her ass and give it a little kiss before she had breakfast. I always served her breakfast out on the patio by the pool. She laid out in her bathing suit and ate her breakfast as I served her. She allowed me to massage her feet as she ate and she also wanted her toes sucked as she ate. When she was done, I went and drew her bath for her. I bathed her as she lay there, sipping wine and listening to classical music. I'd lick the soap off her toes (which tasted so sour) and when she was out of the tub she liked to watch me drink a glass of her dirty bathwater. Yes, it sounds kinda gross maybe, but it was another one of her ways of reminding me that she owned me. Later I would carry all her things down to the beach for her so after I went to work she could spend her day in luxury. I'd go to work and slave away only to give every penny of my paycheck to her for her to spend. This money paid for the beach house, her food, drinks, clothes, and shoes. I didn't get to sleep in the house, I slept in the car (when I did sleep) When I ate it was usually anything she had left on her plate (her scraps) I worked all day at a gas station and then all night at a greasy spoon diner so she would be able to lounge in the sun all day. When I was at the cottage my duties still consisted of her daily pedicure, shoe shine, feet rubs, toe sucking, licking her feet, and since we were at the beach, licking the sand and salt off her feet and from between her toes. She made me swallow all the sand. She would sit there with those fantastic tanned legs crossed and laugh as she watched me licking and eating the sand and dirt off her feet. She'd say "you're such a dog...my worthless little slave dog...aren't you ashamed of yourself. It must be hard to be so ashamed yet at the same time be so in love with being my footstool, my slave." One day I had the day off so we spent the day on the beach. It was a secluded area so noone really saw what was going on. Yet if they had they would have saw me, on my knees in the very hot sand, massaging Mistress Kristin's feet as she lay on her comfortable chair. I'd put tanning oil all over her body, fan her, fix her mixed drinks, and serve her in everyway I could. Mistress Kristin wouldn't allow me to wear sunscreen or a shirt, so I burned and blistered badly. She said to go bathe in the saltwater..that would "heal those blisters." She just laughed as I made my way down to the water and felt the excursiating pain of the salt water on my blisters.
When that was over she told me to carry her things back up to the house and for me to get ready to give her her daily pedicure. She once again worked my ass off..my life was hell, hers was heaven. Her feet are silky soft, her toenails perfect, just like her life. She doesn't do anything for herself..why should she? She has me to wait on her. Who could have known back in 1991 when that sweet looking beautiful brunette moved in next door that I would soon be her slaveboy for God knows how long. You may be thinking..this is so strange..how could this happen? Let me sum it up. Kristin is a beautiful twentysomething white woman with fabulous feet and toes. She's rich and spoiled..and she has me for a slave. Her feet are cared for like the precious gems they are. I really don't mind being hers at all. Foot fetish is an interesting thing. Many people don't or wouldn't understand. But for those of you out there who do..to the men and women of the world who can't stop eyeing an attractive girls foot..wanting to touch it, caress it, kiss it, suck it, smell it, lick it and pamper it..providing that girl with ultimate pleasure..I understand..I'm definitly one of you.
More to follow soon......
M.L.