Lucy Loves to be Worshipped

Hi there all you footlovers, I have something you
might like, allow me to introduce myself to you all -
I'm Lucy, and I love dominating men, and being
worshipped ! I was feeling generous, so I figured I'd
relate to you a story about me, and this guy who was,
how shall I put it ... Obsessed with me, I'll admit
freely that I toy with the poor son of a bitch
mercilessly . Just to keep him devoted you understand,
not that it takes much effort, a few kind words,
strappy sandals, or some nice kinky boots ...

Well, just a little background, I seduced him (Oh but
that was hard !) one time at a party, and had a little
fun, totally screwed him up for a bit, he seemed to
think there was more to it ...

Well, a month or so after that, I got this gorgeous
bit of gossip ... Obsessive freak-boy, had a foot
fetish, and from my experience I can tell you, he was
certainly a submissive !
Well, after another month of concentrated teasing -
I'm sure you know what I mean: Dangling, complaining
how tired my poor lil' footsies were after gigs ... I
decided to go in for the kill, so, Friday night comes,
and our crew are all at a party, and I know very well
my quarry's tastes by now (I'm nothing if not
methodical about these things ...) and my feet were,
less than clean, and encased in my boots. After an
hour or so, I seriously got to work on him, and
shortly we were alone in an upstairs bathroom (It was
a nice bathroom as well, carpet and for some reason an
armchair - I can't help thinking there must be
something weird about having an armchair in your
bathroom.).

I locked us in, and looked at him, poor creature,
drunk, stoned, and utterly in love with me. I sat down
in the armchair, and looked at him till he got
uncomfortable.

"Lucy, I'm not sure I really wanna be here, it's ..."
Ever noticed how drunk people can't really control
themselves? He just trailed off, and stared at my
boots!
"What James?"
"I . Nothing ." STILL staring at my boots, which is
just rude .
"Stop staring at my boots." And fuck if that didn't
scare the poor boy! He jumped a mile and went as red
as could be.
"I .. I .. I wasn't .. I ..."
"Shut up you little footfreak, get on your knees !"
Now for the real fun, I could make him do anything I
wanted before ... Now? No limits!
Well, he just stared in mute terror, can't blame him I
guess.
"I SAID GET THE FUCK ON YOUR KNEES BITCH!" And that
did it, dropped to his knees, and crawled to me, smart
- I like intuition in a servant.
"Now, James, I think you ought to know that I own you,
and you're my plaything now. Aren't you?"
"Ye-yes Lucy ..." Shockingly easy really.
"No, you don't get to call me Lucy, you little slut,
YOU call me Mistress, or first I'll hurt you, second
I'll tell everybody about this, and lastly . You'll
never see me again." No more disobedience from him, I
could make him suck my toes in the middle of town now!
"Yes Mistress! Thank you Mistress!" So I patted him on
the head for that, and stroked his cheek with my boot
heel.
"Be a good dog, and take of my boots" Oh the eagerness
as he obeyed that command, and the look on his face
when he slipped the boots off revealing my sweaty,
stinking size 7s!
"Lied down, slut. I wanna use your worthless face as
my footrest while I think over what to do to you!"
Like a kid at Christmas he was down there is a flash,
and I had my socked feet covering his face, my sweaty
toes ju-u-st resting on his top lip.
"How do my feet smell, fuckwit?"
"They're the sweetest thing I've ever come across
Mistress!" I rubbed my feet on him a little as a
reward, trying not to laugh at the erection this
degradation was giving him. After 5 minutes I decided
to do something new.

"On your knees again you worthless sock-sniffer"
Reluctantly he got up, red in the face, and back on
his knees at my feet, which I rested either side of
his head, one per shoulder.
"You're my worthless bitch aren't you?"
"Yes Mistress!"
"Now, take off my socks, and clean my feet like the
disgusting dog you are!" If he wasn't mine before, he
was once I said that. He slipped off my socks, with
loving care, sniffing each one before putting it
aside, he lifted my right foot and kissed my toes,
one by one, then my sole . Up and down my arch, and
only then did he start licking, lo-o-o-ong strokes
from my heel to my toes, drinking up the sweat, the
dirt, the sock-fluff from my sole. He looked so happy!
And so devoted. Just how I like it. I wiped my foot
across his face, covering him in his own saliva,
"Now suck my toes, footboy!" And he did, sucked them
like a baby, if it was a baby who was swirling it's
tongue around and occasionally looking up to give
totally adoring glances. I let him carry on for a
while, having your feet licked and your toes sucked is
scarcely an unpleasant experience after all! Then,
once I was satisfied he got a swift kick in the head
as an indication to move on to my other foot, I rested
my right on his shoulder to let it dry.

Once he'd done, I took my feet away, just a
demonstration of power, and slipped my boots back on.

"You're an adequate slave, James. I own you now, and
if you're very lucky, I might let you serve me again.
Keep the socks." And that's it, I left him on his
knees holding my socks, and went back to the party.

He's still a good slave now. And maybe I'll tell some
more tales about him, who's face I'm resting my feet
on while I type.

Hope I brought some pleasure into your lives !

Love Lucy.