My preparation to be a foot slave.

 

She is the one and only for foot slaves who are only interested in being trained by a mistress's stunning feet: the imperious foot mistress, whose foot dominance is so great that a foot slave cannot flee from her control.

Foot fetish is more than just foot fetish because different foot slaves have different preferences.

For example, some foot slaves prefer to have their feet exposed in the summer, not just because it's hot but also because there are so many barefoot girls and feet that are too hot for sandals.

The other foot fetishists are more into nylon feet, preferably covered in sweat so that the foot scent can really shine.

Other foot slaves, when their penis is massaged during a foot job, really enjoy engaging in foot sex.

Foot dominance is what I enjoy the most, whether it be with bare feet, nylon feet, feet in pumps, or feet in boots (although I don't dislike the latter;).

I tried a few foot dominatrixes, but only one—just THE one—gave me the kind of slave training through her feet that I truly enjoyed.

Since this varies from woman to woman, it was unquestionably her foot scent that enchanted me.

She made me approach the front door on all fours so that I could kiss her foot as a greeting, and she wouldn't let me in until everything went according to plan.

Depending on the situation, slave training might involve painting her toenails or licking her dirty feet clean.

But every time I visited my foot mistress, she had a lesson planned with her feet or shoes taking center stage.

When I saw other women's bare feet, like at the lake or the swimming pool, it was torture for me and my foot fixation got much worse during this time.

My erection in my swimming trunks was so obvious that I hardly dared to stand up.

Even more time passed before my next trip to see my foot mistress.

I fell into a real tidal wave of devotion toward her and generally toward women's feet.

She only had to tap my big toe to get me on my knees in front of her, nose to the ground, and ready to withstand whatever her sexy feet tried to do to me.

Her foot dominance overpowered me.

Because foot trampling was something I learned about during my time as her slave and during my education.

She enjoyed humiliating me, inflicting pain on me, and letting me feel her weight on my body using her sexy feet.

To do this, I had to lay on the ground, and she slowly and cautiously at first climbed onto me, weighing how I would hold her on me.

She would occasionally put her bare toes in my mouth when she had a good hold on me, which required even more concentration on my part because I had to pay attention to both the toe and her weight at the same time.

When my thinking stopped working and I completely followed my emotions, I felt completely helpless against how much her feet were dominating me.

I only needed a kick to the neck to be unconscious!

My foot mistress would occasionally sit on a chair while I was positioned lengthwise underneath it.

She then performed a dance on me with her feet, pounding on my chest or my genitalia while I was spinning with pleasure.

Her drumming feet didn't exactly have a foot job, but I was so aroused by them that the first drops of blood started to trickle under my jeans.

She found it amusing when my arousal rose and enjoyed watching me switch between dominance and sex.

She once explained to me how she noticed this, excluding my swollen part: "You breathe faster," she simply said, and even though I tried to control my breath better from that point on, I could still see her wide smile.

My foot mistress not only had lovely feet because the big toe was the longest and they were always well-groomed (I love this foot shape! ), but also because she frequently wore jewelry on her feet.

Everything was there, including anklets, toe rings, and full jewelry sets.

Discovering something new each time was a pure joy.

She frequently wore tiny rhinestones attached to her toenails, which would blink slyly in my direction as if they were vying for my undivided attention due to those lovely toes.

The greatest gift and the best slave education combined if I was allowed to suck on these because I had to lick and suck exactly as my foot mistress desired, no matter how hard or weak.

The hardest part for me was finding balance, especially when I was agitated and prone to losing my temper.

However, all it took to get my attention was a kick from the other foot, a kick to the ear, and a tap of my toes against my cheek.

The arousal from my mistress's foot dominance was frequently so strong that I returned home and ejaculated more than once. Because the foot training excited and aroused me so much and the semen almost hurt me, I frequently stopped somewhere on the way home to milk myself.

I would have loved to have soaked my foot mistress's feet, but I never squirted in her presence.

However, she claimed that was only for her lover.

I regret not having this one.

Though I'm not sure if she would have treated a lover with the same level of abuse I and her foot slaves received.

I absolutely would not have preferred to be without it!