fetishstories

  I had no idea that I would be a butler here for life when I moved into the bare 1-room apartment in the adjacent building with the aristocratic lady, while the dominant madame lived in her castle-like villa. It has been 28 years since then. I had studied the job advertisements at the time because I was a trained chef with a significant amount of debt and a mediocre salary as a chef. A butler who would also live with her and be available day and night had been advertised by the lady of the house. My new life as a butler started after my introduction and what I thought was a princely salary at the time. It's likely that a submissive servant has always slept in more, but my devotion did not turn into passion until I entered into a 24/7 relationship with a submissively dominant partner in Madame's home. I was treated like a house slave by the dominant madame from the start, and depending on her mood, I didn't care if she beat me out like a dog or yelled at me without cause. Q...

  Every fetishist, including those who have a fetish for feet or shoes, is powerless over them. No matter what you do, you can't help but be fascinated by women with attractive feet wearing stylish shoes—even a foot fetishist would be enthralled. For those who are unfamiliar with the term, dangling refers to playing with a shoe that hangs from a woman's toes like a seesaw. It is a subtype of shoe fetishism. Without saying a word, women who have perfected the pump can render a man with a shoe fetish completely weak and submissive. The same thing happened during this dangling experience. For the sake of simplicity, let's call him Mike. The theater appeals to shoe fetishists in particular not just because of the cultural highlights but also, and perhaps most importantly, because of the elegantly attired women and, of course, the shoes they wear. Mike is especially drawn to the theater in the winter because he adores the sight of bare toes in chic sandals and the way women ente...

  Like every Monday, the phone rang as I was in front of my computer in the office. When I answered, a very recognizable female voice said, "On break in my office.". A line click was then audible to me. She ended the call. This call had been on my long-awaited list. I was fully aware of my options. When it was finally nine thirty, I went to my closet, got the bag with the dirndl I had purchased a few days earlier, and left. I rang the doorbell to her office with excitement. Inside. Nothing moves. Knowing how much she despises impatient men, I almost knocked again, but I refrained. The clock caught my anxious attention. I was aware that waiting would take up too much of my time because a 15-minute break is so short. Naturally, I expected her to put the dirndl on right away, as she always did with my gifts. I might then be able to see her exposed body. I entered, shut the door behind me, and knelt down after five minutes when I finally heard her say, "Come in.". She s...