Foot Worship: The Training of A Foot Slave

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Though foot fetishes are sometimes thought of as taboo and those with them are often kink-shamed (especially those who lean toward the stinky, sweaty end of the spectrum described by Goddess Aviva), there's another side to them many people don't think about. I joined my friends laughing and forgot that Rebecca was the only one that felt my breathing at her soles. After a full thirty minutes of just cleaning her soles, they were by far lighter and less dirty than when I started, and my whole mouth was full with their taste. She wouldn’t tolerate me lying at this point, so I didn’t try, especially for the sake of our friendship. There were only two of us - a not so close friend by the name of Joe who happened to have the same idea at the same time which ended up as a shared holiday, and of course myself.

Our feet carry us around all day and they deserve all the love they can get, so read on for a celebration of feet like no other. I sucked every single one of her perfect toes multiple times, I licked her gentle soles up and down, from left to right and back, or just took her feet in my mouth to warm them for a while with my tongue.I sucked each of her chubby, soft toes individually, the fact that she moved them around in my mouth playfully while I sucked on them only made it so much better.

The entire time this was going on, her two friends were sat there laughing in hysterics as their stunning friend continued to humiliate me purely for her own amusement.As we were all swimming and splashing, I noticed one of the girls had drifted a few fair meters away from the boat. I climbed the ladder and struggled to the boat, eventually falling to my hands and knees as all the energy had been taken away from me. The two friends were actually waiting to hear what the answer was, where as the Goddess herself knew what it was but was simply testing me and my dedication, my willingness to sacrifice my own pride in front of others to satisfy her. It crossed my mind now and then, but I was good at focusing on something serious, and put the… kinky stuff aside for later. Since my face was completely trapped in Rebeccas enormous boot, and she pushed it down even harder, breathing wasn’t easy, and all I could do was inhaling the stench of her worn-out, tattered boot.