Julia's Foot Slave: A Foot Fetish Femdom Story

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Prin... Princess Samantha, I know I made a big mistake. I'll never want to harm you in any way ever again. I am your obedient servant, lying to your feet so please accept me beneath them" With that statement the last bit of my old brother role has fallen away. I leaned forward even further, up to her ankle where I placed a last kiss on the silver shiny anklet. Usually I would have beaten her up when I felt like it, but since she had turned 18 we weren't fighting that much anymore. Our war has shifted more to the psychological level and it feels like... she has better chances on this one. There were some times where she would look at me victoriously when I had nothing to say anymore. It was pathetic... Things has changed to a more annyoing situation... but I would always play it cool and just screw it. So all in all... my sister is a real problem from time to time but ultimately I try to be and stay the bigger, stronger one. Gotta keep a hierachy for my advantages, y'know ? These were the last girls I wanted to see. They had both separately shown interests in me in the past few weeks and I had snubbed them both. Jennifer was crazy, and a bit too chubby for me, and so was Nikki plus she had short hair and I just wasn't in to that. They sat on my couch and told me they were waiting for my roommate. Whatever, I thought, as long as they were gone before the pills took effect. Oh no, are you crazy? That doesn't matter I bet you don't even smell them! Tim's heart was in his throat what did he say he thought shit she got through to me !. Oh do you think that says Monique, now smell them! Tim sat rigid. To smell? Well ehm that's a good idea here with all those people around us isn't that ...... whoahhh Monique pulls Tim's hair and presses her sweaty, smelly wet foot against Tim's nose. You have nothing to want, says Monique with a joke. She presses his nose well between her toes and says "Then sniff!" Tim takes a good sniff of Monique's sweaty feet and the scent rises to his brain. He is over the moon, her feet smell like old sweat and cheese after having been in her shoes for a few days, It is heavenly! Sorry buddy my sister wanted something from me and it took hella long. I'll be there bro, 6:30pm old dance school." I really looked forward to train with Jay. We got permission from our trainer to dance in the old dance school, it's an empty big room at the moment. I'm glad he sees our ambitions and potentials.

My sister had just caught me stumbling around the house after a night of drunk driving. I didn’t think anyone would be home, as our parents were out of town and Rachel (my sister) said she was spending the night at a friend’s house, but her plans apparently fell through. She’s an 18 year old HS senior with 10/10 looks, and with a very bitchy and self-absorbed personality. She watched me grovel before her with the smug, narcissistic grin that she had perfected throughout her life. I could tell just by looking at her that whatever the outcome was gonna be here, it would not fare well for me. However, my main goal right now was to avoid the wrath of mom and dad, so I continued to beg. ‘Rachel you can’t tell them…nothing bad happened and I won’t do it again! Come on we are brother and sister! I never tell on you!’ I begged and begged and begged. Glad some of you like it! I've got about four or so more parts written at the moment, but they are rough drafts and need to re-read and edited a few more times. Those should start appear within the next 12 to 72 hours depending on how busy I get. Hope you enjoy, this part is smaller but still brings the goods! I couldn’t believe myself. All I had to do was call a cab last night instead of driving home drunk. But now, because of the mistake I made, I am kissing my sister’s feet, begging for mercy. “Good boy!” she patted my head. “You should have been doing this YEARS ago. We both know that I am far better at, well, everything than you. Looks, social life, school, just everything. It’s only natural for you to want to kiss my feet, and to want to be my servant. You should be thanking me for even letting you massage my feet and serve me.” I felt so degraded. “I don’t want to be your servant, your highness, you are forcing me.” She sneered at the hypocrisy of my statement, saying I didn’t want to serve her, but immediately following that by referring to her as royalty. Rachel laughed and said “Why wouldn’t you want to be my servant? You are going to be so good at it. The foot massage isn’t as good as it should be, but this is your first time and you will improve each time you rub my feet. And there are so much other fun things I get to train you to do. You will definitely need to learn how to give pedicures. I LOVE getting pedicures, and if I could get one whenever I wanted for free, that would make life perfect. It will be a challenge for you to learn, but I’m confident that you will learn how to give them to me properly. We will get started after you finish the massage, now work on my arches and soles.”That's hilarious. You.can't.be.serious" she was still confused but her amusement was clearly in sight. "I would have never assumed that you would be such an inferior worm hahah" I thought you were waiting a bit longer befor lying to my feet and staring at them longingly Luky-Boy" a little cute giggle followed those disrespectful words. Before I left she gave me the shirt and I thanked her for the gift. She said “This way everyone knows to who you belong.” I was on my knees looking up to her. Usually before I leave she has me kiss her hand. That day she said, “Today you only get my feet. Get all the way down and kiss them.” I obeyed and kissed both her feet goodnight. Then she raised my head by the chin and put the toe of her pump on my chastity and told me.. have exactly 1 hour, to drive to your Apt and write a farewell note. A note to your family and friends that says Well...I found out earlier then I wanted as I heard foot steps coming upstairs. The door was opened and banged slightly against me.

As she cut them they fell into the bottom of her small garbage can. After she was done she reached into the Isn't that great Luky-boy ? That moring you were the grumpy brother fighting against your sister and now look at you" She laughed satisfied "now you're paying 170 dollars for a piece of foot wear, for me! While you massage my feet and kiss them every so often." Dear darling, you are going Nowhere says Monique, you will be my slave and I will have a lot of fun with you. Friday is your day, forgot? Just bring it to the basement where the washroom is okayyy ?" She provoked me with her sweet tone in her voice.

I even took one of these smoothie glasses we had. I actually only used them when I was tryharding. After some minutes I finished the smoothie, it looked so tasty. That was the moment I realised that I was thirsty as hell.