Enslaved at My Feet
      Submitted on 09/11/06


By Mistress Sadie


Today my slave cleaned my apartment, did my laundry, washed my car, made me 
lunch, took my dog for a walk, and went grocery shopping for me. He paid for 
my groceries and made a car payment for me, too. As I sit before my computer 
this afternoon, my slave is beneath my desk and he is gently sucking my 
toes. It feels wonderful and very relaxing. I feel reflective.

Many men seem to be confused on the issue of female domination. They 
mistakenly think that domination means telling the Mistress about their 
fantasies and fetishes, and then having their dreams fulfilled by her. That's 
not how it works. A true Mistress does not have a menu from which men can 
order to satisfy their sexual appetite. A slave's duty is to serve his 
Mistress by unselfishly providing her with pleasure, service, and amusement. 
He gives, she takes. That is what female domination is about.

I view a man's fetishes as a tool with which I can train him to conform to 
my expectations. As a dancer, my feet are always sweaty, tired, and smelly 
when I get home from work. That's when a foot slave is most useful to me. My 
current slave was submissive and had a foot fetish when I first met him; 
however, he had a strong preference for squeaky clean, perfumed feet. It was 
obvious that he was a spineless wimp with no ego and was willing to do 
anything to earn a place at my feet. He had potential. I knew that with a 
little training and conditioning, he could become an efficient slave to me.

To begin with, I agreed to let him come over a couple times a week to clean 
my apartment and run some errands for me. When his chores were finished, I 
reciprocated by allowing him to give me a pedicure or a foot massage. I knew 
how desperately he wanted to kiss and lick my feet and suck my toes, but I 
pretended to be disinterested. Actually, doing so took a quite bit of 
willpower on my part; I'd had my feet orally serviced by men in the past and 
absolutely love it. Withholding my feet, sort of like a carrot on a string, 
increased the power I held over my slave and he became increasingly docile 
in the hopes of winning my favor. Before long, he was not only doing my 
laundry and housework, he was buying me expensive gifts, too. I actually had 
him begging for my feet. It was great!

Once I had manipulated him into contributing money towards my bills, I began 
permitting my slave to orally worship my feet. The first few times were 
right after my pedicure, when my feet were fresh and perfumed with floral 
scented bath oil. From the very beginning, I was pleased with his foot 
worship skills. He was a natural born foot licker and toe sucker. Saying 
that worshiping my feet made him aroused would be an understatement, but I 
refused to let him get off in my presence. I told him he could take matters 
in hand when he got home.

In the next phase of my training strategy, I had my slave tonguing and 
sucking my feet before giving me a pedicure. My feet weren't really dirty in 
the early stages, but had a mild, natural scent. At this point in my 
conditioning of him, I would occasionally rub the bulge in his pants with 
one foot while he serviced the other. It is the same principal as with 
Pavlov's dog. I was teaching him to associate the smell and taste of my 
unwashed feet with his own pleasure. Each time he served me, I made sure my 
feet were increasingly soiled. And I'd bring him closer to climax each time.

Finally, when I had gotten to the point that he was obediently tongue 
bathing my reeking feet when I had gotten home from work, I let him take his 
dick out and jack off right there in my living room. Before long, he was 
enthusiastically licking the filthy soles of my feet clean after I had gone 
barefoot outside. Then I had him polishing my dancing shoes with his tongue, 
licking them spotlessly clean both inside and out. Each time he performed 
these tasks, I let him get off. This reinforced his behavior. The fragrance, 
flavor, and humiliation of worshiping my dirty feet quickly became his 
greatest source of arousal. Once I had him so well trained that just 
sniffing my unwashed feet gave him a boner, I gradually started denying him 
masturbation privileges.

As it is now, he will ardently use his tongue to bathe and massage my feet 
regardless of their condition. I occasionally permit my slave to jack 
himself off as he worships my dirty feet, and he considers this a very 
special treat. Actually, I allow my slave's self-gratification to reinforce 
his craving for my dirty feet. Masturbation while at my feet, the reward he 
so dearly cherishes, serves to make him increasingly devoted to me.


My efforts and patience in training my slave have been well-rewarded. I've 
molded and conditioned him to meet my expectations of what a slave should 
be.

My slave's gratification is of no concern to me; however, he's learned to 
relish the humble fulfillment that comes from worshiping my dirty, sweaty, 
smelly, feet. In his mind, I am doing him great favor by allowing him to 
wash my feet with his tongue. He loves doing exactly what I want him to do, 
and he feels indebted to me for allowing him to do it. I've got him wrapped 
around my little toe. My slave is required to earn the privilege of 
worshiping my dirty feet with his complete subservience to me.

He is truly enslaved at my feet.

Email me: ms_sexy_sadie@yahoo.com